#no. he’s like ‘the hell? that’s the stupidest thing ive ever heard. why the hell are you even listening to that’

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Mission (Bokuto x reader)

A/N: soooo ive been a depressed bitch and havent updated in months, sorry about that... I didnt even edit this, so beware typos ahead. Disabled reader x bokuto.

side note-if you guys think this is shit, just message me so i can delete it ✌✌

word count: 4435

Y/N sat in the gym on the sidelines, watching the team practice. Personally, she would never play. She was in a wheelchair, most likely for life. She hated it. She couldn’t play the game anymore. 

Bokuto tried getting her to help him toss the ball, but she was too embarrassed to roll over and attempt setting. Whenever Bokuto asked her to play, Akaashi would whack him on the back of the head and tell her she could just watch if she wanted.

Akaashi understood her. He watched out for her, and she really appreciated that. But Bokuto was just too much fun.

Those two, Bokuto and Y/N, have been friends for a long time. She met him when she was five, having moved into the city, directly in the house beside his. Their parents set up dozens and dozens of playdates until they eventually began walking to school and eating lunch together and talking all the time.

Then, there was an accident and suddenly, she couldn't play anymore. Bokuto was sad she couldn't play with them. He asked her many times. But, she always said no, and she wanted to cry each time.

At the same time, Bokuto always defended her, keeping other people, ones that could be rude to her for her disability, off her back. He also spent a lot of time making her laugh like crazy on the sidelines. He would send her funny looks and stick out his tongue whenever any teammate spiked past him.

To this day, he made her so happy.

“Y/N! Y/N! Did you see that?!” he asked her excitedly, running over to her with the biggest smile on his face.

With a nod, a silly grin grew on her face. “Yeah. You did awesome as always, Bokuto-kun,” she praised him, which sent him into a sort of euphoric stage. He got so hyper. No one ever praised him, especially not Akaashi. Yet, she always did.

“I’m gonna go play again. I'll do even better this time, for you!” he exclaimed before turning on his heel and rushing back onto the court. He was the captain, so he could run on and off the court as he pleased. At first, his team got annoyed with him for it, for running to that girl all the time. After a while, they accepted it, believing that there was nothing that could stop him.

That was one more thing they admired about their ace and captain. He was incredibly loyal to his best friend, Y/N. In a decade of knowing each other, the number of fights they had could be counted on one hand. He walked her home, ate lunch with her everyday, sat beside her in nearly every class, and took her to every practice and game they had.

He didn't care that she was in a wheelchair. He never even thought about it. While other people brought it up, he smiled proudly at his strong, brave best friend. He’d seriously kick some ass if anyone harassed her, too.

And she watched all the games and practices too. She always cheered him on and praised him whenever he did well. If she did that, he worked even harder and got  better. She loved going home with him, listening to him talk and laugh and tell the stupidest jokes you’ve ever heard.

She was so shy, but he brought out the best in her. He really, really did.

Practice came to a close after another hour. She made sure her bag was hung on one of the handles and her keys were in her pocket. Bokuto took a shower and got all his things together before he approached her, bouncing on his feet happily.

“Y/N, do you wanna get ice cream with Kuroo tonight?”

She grinned, nodding excitedly. She loved Kuroo too. He was funny and snarky, but equally as foolish as Bokuto whenever they got together. “Yeah! Just let me text my mom, okay?”

Quickly, she texted her mom to tell her she was going out for a little while with Bokuto. A minute later, her phone chimed. Her mother sent her a smiley face and a message saying, ‘be back by ten.’

Her mom was always nervous about her going out by herself, which was understandable. She trusted Bokuto though, and occasionally, she even let Kuroo take Y/N out to games. She’d known them for so long, it made her comfortable knowing her daughter was in good hands.

She pocketed her phone again. “She said it was okay. Let's go,” she cheered. He hung his book bag on the handle of her wheelchair before turning her around and pushing her toward the door.

“Bye, L/N-senpai!” Onaga called to her. She eagerly waved to him. A chorus of goodbyes rang out to her as she left. Everyone on the team liked her, genuinely. If they didn't, Bokuto would be furious. Fortunately, that never happened.

“Y/N, have you seen any good movies lately?”

“Not really.”

He nodded, a little hum in the back of his throat in agreement. “Yeah, there really isn't anything out right now, is there?” He always asked her about movies because she watched them all the time, mostly in class while she was on her phone...she wasn't exactly the best student.

She added, “But, I saw a movie, and the main character reminded me of you.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. He was super funny and really loud, and his hair stuck up just like yours.”

“Was he handsome?”

“Yep.”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! That's even better, Y/N!”

She looked down at her hands in her lap, thinking of what to say next. She felt so awkward calling him handsome, just wanting to change the topic before he could say anything else.

“Training camp is coming up, right? At Nekoma?”

“Yep, yep. Next week.” He pushed her up on the sidewalk of the street, only about seven blocks away from the ice cream place they always went to. “Do you want to come and watch me practice?”

“Of course I do!”

“Awesome!”

She clasped her hands together and smiled shyly, her eyes trailing to her lap. “And I’ll get to meet everyone.”

He pouted, feverishly shaking his head. “No! All those guys will like you too much! They’ll take you away from me! Gah!” he cried, his mood dropping pathetically in a moment.

Comfortingly, she placed a soft hand on his and shook her head subtly. “Are you kidding? You’re the bestest friend in the entire world. None of those guys could ever replace you,” she told him, giving his hand a gentle pat.

“Yeah, but you always get so excited when we hang out with Kuroo…” he continued to mope despite her assurance.

She only rolled her eyes. “That's because Kuroo is a good friend. I don't have that many friends, you know?”

“Why do you need a lot of friends when you have me?”

“You are definitely a handful. Enough for me,” she mumbled, turning back around in her seat. She could see the familiar sign of the cute little ice cream parlor. It wasn't anything like some ice cream bars from the convenience store, it was thick creamy goodness covered in whatever toppings she wanted. Sometimes, she worried about getting chubby when she went there too often.

Still, no matter what she said, Bokuto was irked. Truthfully, he worried that Kuroo would steal Y/N away from him. He was taller and handsome and funny and really cool sometimes. Cooler than him…

“You okay, Bokuto-kun?”

He jumped out his thoughts at the sound of her sweet voice. “Yeah. Yep, I'm totally good.” That sounded fake as hell, but okay.

She pushed open the door to the store with her arm and they entered. It was cold in there, but really pleasant. It smelled like a wonderland of sweets, her favorite guilty pleasure. The cashier, a sweet young man, called to her and Bokuto over the counter.

“Hey, L/N-san, Bokuto-san!” He waved to them both.

“Hi, Kiku! We're just waiting for Kuroo.”

“Okay then. Just tell me when you're ready!”

Just then, the door flew open and the captain entered, his hair even messier from the wind outside. Y/N giggled, waving at him shyly. “You look so weird, Kuroo!” she confessed when he approached.

His brows furrowed, and he sent her a judging look. Nevertheless, he still leaned down for his hug. He always hugged her, claiming he found her positively adorable. “L/N, its been a while.”

“Kuroo, we just saw you last Wednesday,” she whined. He stepped back, and grinned down at her.

“Sup, Brokuto,” he nodded to his friend who waved back, muttering out a greeting. He didn't know why but, he was burning with jealousy. Why did Kuroo have to hug her all the time? And why was she always giggling around him? It frustrated him to no end.

She was only supposed to hug him and smile when he told jokes, and giggle like some stupid schoolgirl when he did something cute. He kept hanging out with Kuroo, but it still irritated him anyway.

“Bokuto, are you sure you're okay?” she asked him, concern lacing her words. Her soft fingers once again rested upon his own, and it knocked him from his jealous thoughts.

He nodded, pushing her over to the counter where Kuroo was already getting his chocolate ice cream, like he got every time. He paid for the cup, knowing the exact change by now. Kiku then looked down at Y/N.

Same thing as always. “Vanilla with cherries, please.”

“And you, Bokuto?”

He thought for a second, not that it really mattered. “Uh, I'll just have the same thing,” he replied simply. There was a small hum of affirmation as the boy scooped up two cups of ice cream and spooned on the candy cherries.

Bokuto pulled out six hundred yen, handing it to Kiku behind the counter. Meanwhile, Y/N grabbed the ice cream from the counter, one cup in her right hand and the other in her left.

They always sat at the small table by the window, two seats across from each other and a big space in the middle for Y/N to sit at. Kuroo was already there, munching on his ice cream.

“Kuroo, you should have seen Bokuto-kun today! He was so amazing. He didn't mess up once, and he did this amazing quick set with Akaashi!” she explained, proceeding to spoon ice cream into her mouth. She sent a happy smile to Bokuto, causing him to grin proudly. He was pretty awesome if his little Y/N thought so.

“As good as me though?” Kuroo joked.

“Aw, Kuroo, you know I can't answer that. You both are so good!”

Why couldn't she answer that? Bokuto was her best friend in the entire world. She always told him he was the best ace in the whole prefecture. Kuroo wasn't even an ace. So why couldn't she just say he was better?

Then again, she always did like Kuroo more than him. She thought he was so cool…

Kuroo piped up, just as Bokuto was about to try and tell a joke. His smile was quick to dissolve though.“Hey, Y/N, can I have a cherry?” he asked, eyeing her cup.

She shrugged and lifted out one of the vibrantly red cherries by the stem. She held it out for him to take, only he just leaned forward and bit off the cherry right off the stem between her finger tips. A smirk grew on his lips as he watched her cheeks turn a bright red, and her to quickly look down at her ice cream.

That was so weird.

It made Bokuto furious.

He stood up abruptly, and all eyes rose to his figure. He tried playing it off though. “I almost forgot. Kuroo, I have to talk to you about...volleyball stuff. Let's go outside.”

“But-”

“Sorry, Y/N-chan. This is some serious business. We’ll be back in a minute, I promise,” he told her, a single hand tapping her on the head. She rolled her eyes and nodded at his gesture.

Bokuto then forcibly yanked Kuroo outside with him, making sure the door was shut before totally losing his cool. “Dude, what the hell? Stop flirting with her.”

Kuroo sighed, shaking his head. “Come on, Bro. You know I'm only joking around.” His words meant absolutely nothing to Bokuto, who was angry, but mainly just dejected and sad.

He didn't understand why this was all happening. Why his friend was flirting with his crush. Why his childhood friend, best friend, and future girlfriend, was blushing and giggling around his other friend. He didn't like any of it, and his heart hurt.

“No! I really, really like her! She's my soulmate! If you keep doing that kinda stuff, she's gonna like you instead!” he exclaimed, his fists releasing at his sides. He felt terrible, like his life was being stolen from him, life being Y/N. He might even cry.

Kuroo sighed, shaking his head once again. He was being jealous for no reason at all. If only he would listen and quit being so ignorant. “She'd be nuts if she liked me when she already has you.”

“Huh?”

“You're the only guy ever who has loved her through everything. You take care of her. You push her around all day, and bring her to all your games, and you buy her ice cream all the damn time. You walk her home, you make her laugh, and you kick ass whenever someone makes fun of her,” Kuroo explained. “She’s crazy if she doesn't love you.”

He shuffled, feeling let down still. “She only sees me as her best friend.”

Kuroo placed his hands on the guys shoulder firmly. He looked at him completely seriously and practically commanded, “Well, you have to change that! Make her fall in love with you!”

“I can do that?!”

“Hell yeah, bro!” he cheered. “Mission: Make L/N Y/N fall in love with you.” That's what they called it. They decided that the plan would commence on Monday. By now, Bokuto was desperate; he needed Y/N to love him back because he can't imagine a day in his life without seeing her.

But he failed to realize one thing. Their plan was completely pointless.

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Monday. The day he would make Y/N fall in love with him. He woke up that morning and brushed his hair, making sure it looked really good, slick and charming. He chewed a ton of gum, just to make sure his breath stayed minty even after brushing his teeth. He even went so far as wearing the uniform correctly with the tie and all. Normally, he only wore the shirt and blazer.

He left the house with a smile on his face and walked up the sidewalk to her door. He knocked a couple times until her mother opened the door. “Koutarou-kun, you're early today,” she hummed. “You look quite handsome today, too. Did you do something with your hair?”

“Yep! Thank you, L/N-san,” he said with a nod of his head. He was relieved to hear her say he looked good. He needed to look his best for Y/N.

Behind her mother, the girl wheeled over with her bag in her lap. She looked adorable, as always. Her hair was perfect, and her face was bashful with those red cheeks and cute smile. She was an angel, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be as attractive as her.

“Bye, you two. Have a good day at school.” her mother said, moving out of the way so Y/N could roll outside. Bokuto waved to the woman as she shut the door. From there, he took the handles of her chair and started down the ramp.

When they were on the sidewalk, her voice made him pause. “Bokuto, come here,” she told him, waving for him to stand in front of her. She scanned his figure with scrutiny, noticing every little detail that was off about him that morning.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What-”

“You look so weird today. Why’d you do that to your hair?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, puzzled. It didn't look good in her eyes, only strange and uncomfortable.

He flushed, not expecting those words from her. He thought she would be impressed. “Get down here.” He leaned down and immediately felt her hands running through his hair. She hummed as she did so, making sure that all the spikes were back in order. Then, when she was done with that, her hands went to his tie. She slipped it from his neck. “Now you look like the Bokuto I love,” she laughed with a smile on her perfect lips.

His cheeks flared, and he hurried back behind her, pushing her along. He tried his best to hide his fluster, but she was too much for him to handle. She said she loved him, sure, it wasn't anything romantic, only friendly, but she still said it. His heart soared in his chest, and he felt like he could fly.

Wait...he was supposed to be making her feel that way. His plan was already failing. He would have to step up his game.

Swiftly, despite his nerves, he swooped down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. It lingered for only half a second before he pulled away. His cheeks were even brighter now, whereas hers failed to change color at all. Was she not embarrassed at all? He just kissed her and she didn't care.

Why?!

“Gosh, that's new,” she giggled, pressing her fingertips to her cheek. “What was that for?”

“Because you're so cute.” Beautiful. Funny. Adorable. Sweet. Kind. Brave. Perfect. He would list all those things and even more, if only he wasn’t such a coward.

He, at least, expected a reaction to that but she only smiled and shook her head. “You’re too much, Bokuto.” Not a blush, not a shake in her voice, nothing.

He was failing, dammit.

The walk to school was short, mostly because he was thinking of ways to woe Y/N. There were so many thoughts in his head that he thought could work, but this girl was unfazed and he didn't know if he even had a chance of getting a reaction, much less evoking love.

Classes went by quickly as well, mostly because he couldn't focus at all. Multiple times, he was scolded by his teachers for not doing his work. And when he took her to practice, he couldn't even say anything. He just pouted and dragged his feet.

She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she knew he wouldn't tell her the truth. Something about him was just so off today.

And then she sat on the sidelines, watching everyone play. She said nothing, she couldn't. Bokuto kept messing up. He hit the ball into the net four times, and he kept spiking the ball out of the box. He wasn't his normal self, and it was hurting the team today.

Eventually, he shouted, voice pained and anguished, “Don't pass to me anymore! I’m a terrible ace!” His head dropped and he walked off the court, and called for a five minute break. Then, he went to sulk in the corner.

Akaashi walked over to Y/N, who was sitting on the side biting at her nails nervously. She’d never seen Bokuto mess up this badly. It was making her anxious. Something must have happened to him to make him this upset. It was even more concerning that he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. He always vented to her.

The boy looked down at her boredly. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I don't know! Ever since this morning, he’s been upset, but he won't tell me!” she cried, dramatically pressing her face into her hands. “I’m so worried about him!”

“Hmm, that's strange,” Akaashi muttered. He sent a look to the captain, who was still sulking, but this time, he was sneakily staring at his two friends. He tried to hide it by keeping his head down, but it was obvious his eyes were glued on them.

She mumbled, oblivious to his gaze, “I don't know what to do.”

“Yell at him. Say something to make him feel better. You've been pretty quiet all practice, you know.” He placed a hand on her shoulder with a small pat.

She lifted her head, mustering up some courage and her voice. He was right. Her encouragement always brought him out of his dejection mode. “Kou-kun! You can do it! You're the best ace in the whole world!” she yelled to him. “I believe in you!”

Immediately, he perked up. His hair seemed like it spiked up higher with his happiness. It was so cute. His cheeks turned red, and he turned around, approaching the court.

Akaashi knew what was going on. He didn't say anything, but he did send her a quiet, “good job” under his breath. Damn, those two, so in love with each other it made him want to throw up.  

The practice continued after that, and just as she said, he did so much better. All his spikes were amazing. He was back in the game. Her heart beat faster, excited that her simply words could make him feel so much better.

When he performed a particularly strong and amazing spike, he screamed. He ran across the court to Y/N, grabbing her hands tightly and shaking them. His expression was begging for praise, and she would give him some...right after he released her hands. “Bokuto, your hands are sweaty.”

The smile on his face faltered. Damn, rejected once again.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day…”

“No! I’m not okay!” he shouted, almost theatrically. He turned his head, his eyes shut and his cheeks puffed out in a strong pout. She raised a hand to touch his arm, but he only stepped away, huffing.

She frowned, biting her lip. Was he upset this whole time because of her? She didn't think she'd done anything wrong, but with Bokuto, it could be one of the littlest things to set him off. It made her so incredibly sad.

She asked tentatively, her words just barely a whisper. “What’s wrong?”

He said nothing though. He only ducked his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fine! Don’t tell me! Talk to stupid Akaashi instead!” she yelled him, turning her head away from him as well, arms crossed and cheeks in a pout. Akaashi, in the distance, sighed. He wasn't even offended, just fucking exhausted. This entire argument was ridiculous.

Bokuto wanted to maintain the silent treatment, but he couldn't. He felt like his mouth was gonna burst open and his mind was going to explode with all the self-deprecating things bouncing around in there.

“Why do you like Kuroo more than me?!” he questioned, sending her a glare. “What makes him so special that you have a crush on him?” He said it. He finally said it.

So much for that plan. It was out the window and burning now.

Why the hell had he come to that conclusion? In no way, ever, would she like Kuroo. If that was what Bokuto was upset about all day, then he was a complete dumbass. “I don't have a crush on Kuroo, Bokuto! Why the hell would you think that?”

“Because you always hug him and laugh at his jokes and flirt with him and giggle and do all that stuff when he's around!”

“You dumbass, I do those same things around you too. I’d never let Kuroo kiss me, you know? I wouldn't fix his hair if he changed it, because I don't care about him or how he looks. You know who I care about?” She looked right at him as if challenging him to say anything other than the right answer. “You. I thought that was obvious!”

“Well, I care about you a lot more, Y/N. You're my favorite person ever, and I don't want anybody taking you away from me,” he exclaimed. “Not Kuroo, not Akaashi, no one!”

“No one's ever gonna do that, Bokuto. I told you that. You're all I need!”

“Why don't you love me then?!” he blurted out without thinking. “I love you so much, and I thought you knew. How did you not notice, Y/N? How can you not love me back?” That was embarrassing, but he couldn't go back on it now. Maybe he just ruined everything...He didn't know.

But he sure did feel like a total disaster.

She gaped at him. He was always up front, but he never said something like that. Was that why he kissed her this morning? Did he fix his hair and uniform just for her? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought.

She loved Bokuto. Everyone on the planet knew she loved him, just not him.

Stupid.

“Come here, you crazy birdbrain,” she ordered, waving him closer. He was so tall, so tall that she hated the difference. But when he leaned down, she could reach him just fine. Gently, she placed both her cold hands on his cheeks before yanking him against her. For such a small girl, she was strong.

Her lips smashed to his. She kissed him with her eyes squeezed shut and her lips pressed together. It was so awkward and clumsy, since it was her first kiss after all.

His eyes remained open, wide and shocked. Y/N was kissing him. His soulmate was finally kissing him. He felt like he was in a dream. He placed his hands on the arm rests of her chair to keep himself steady. Suddenly, his legs felt so shaky he might fall over.

She pulled away and just stared at him. “I love you, stupid,” she told him firmly. His shocked open mouthed gap quickly turned into a wild, ecstatic grin. He jumped back, throwing both his fists in the air, falling to his knees, and proceeding to screech.

Y/N stifled her laughter with her hand. He was just too cute. Her eyes scanned the room, seeing all the members of the team watching in amusement. Everyone knew they would get together one of these days.

Even Kuroo.

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[miraculouscataclyyysm]

Seating plan au part 5

Link to part 4

After Marinette’s birthday she brings the book of poetry Felix made her EVERYWHERE (see part 3 for more info on that) eventually she Doesn't even realise she’s doing it, it becomes a sort of comfort blanket, on one particular occasion Felix notices she’s holding it and asks “Mari....is that the book I made for you?” Mari goes bright red and stutters “what? no! I doNT have a book” “Mari your literally holding it” “I just like holding it okay” Felix smirks and says okay but he’s doing backflips on the inside

Weredad is a mess, sins it’s after Mari's birthday both Marinette and Felix know they have feelings for each other but haven’t acted on it yet, but the rest of the class ship it (except Chloe and Lila but they ain’t important) it starts off like canon, Mari fakes being in love with chat as an excuse, she tried saying “because I live here” but chat says “you were on your balcony during an Akuma fight? Mari what the hell?!?!” So she just yelled I love you and chat was shook, unfortunately, chat wasn’t as opposed to the idea as he was in canon, all those late night talks and Eiffel Tower visits made it so chat and Marinette were close friends, so the episode follows canon, Mari’s dad invites him for dinner etc but felix comes over during the lunch looking for Mari and chat/Adrian sees his face and bolts out the door, chat lets Mari down after realising felix has feelings for her and then Weredad happens, after the Akuma fight felix goes to find Mari, he sore on the news what happened and had to make sure she was okay, he got the the bakery just as chat left, he told Mari he values her friendship too much and she agreed there better as friends * cough* I’m unknowingly in love with your cousin *cough*, Felix hugs Mari and asks why she never told him about chat and she explains it was a BIG misunderstanding, “he’s just a friend”, felix couldn’t hide his relieved face and said “good, you deserve way better than that ally chat” Mari brunches his arm playfully *cue felix hearteyes*

Chloe gets akumatised into antibug again after Lila clames she was Hornet, the bee hero ladybug entrusted wiith the bee miraculous (see part 3 for more info) “well after ladybug heard about my grandmother volpina she new I was the best option to help out in short notice” *lila side eyes Chloe “it’s not like there was anyone else she knew she could trust” Chloe goes off yelling how utterly ridiculous that is, Felix says “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I actually agree with Chloe...that’s the stupidest thing you said all week lie-la” the class breaks into an argument...basically Chloe, Sabrina, Marinette, Felix, alix, Kim and max against Lila, alya, rose, juleka, mylene, Ivan, felix and Mari mainly only made sarcastic comments while alix and Kim called Bullshit and Chloe called Lila ridiculous, Lila just played the victim and asked why Chloe was being so mean *cue fake crying and Alya jumping to her defence* “Your just bitter Chloe, you had the chance to be a hero and prove yourself to ladybug but decided to crash a train instead of actually saving people, obviously ladybug would choose you after that” “you’ll regret saying that cesaire” and the Chloe stormed out of classed (Nathanial, Adrian and nino just sat and watched during the whole thing) a few minutes after storming out Chloe was transformed into Antibug

While patrolling together on less busy nights ladybug, chat noir, bunnix , carapace, Renard Arctique (Fox Felix) and once he’s made a permanent member viperion play games to pass time (and because it’s fun and there all secretly competitive af...and it’s fun) they race each other, play hide and seek all over Paris and play gladiator (no powers while battling though or carapace would have an edge) Alya captured a few videos of there antics for the lady blog and her followers are dying to see more, it’s a breath of fresh air to see the hero’s having fun instead of fighting to save all of Paris

Sometimes when Felix knows Marinette is at her internship he’ll turn up to take her for lunch claiming “he just happened to be in the neighbourhood” “you just happened to be in the Agreste offices?” “That's what I said” after the 3rd time Marinette stopped questioning him and just enjoyed getting to spend one on one time with him, after her promotion though he doesn’t have to make up a terrible excuse because she spends most of her internship days at the Agreste mansion so he just brings her food to eat in the garden, Gabriel sees them laughing out of the window and even he Gabriel ‘I threw my son across Paris’ Agreste who has a cold dead heart ships them

After the “accidental” fashion show date (see part 4) Felix and Marinette are officially dating, Alix makes a big deal about how it’s all thanks to her when they walk into class holding hands the next day (yes Felix did send her that thank you fruit basket) but not everyone is happy about it, at lunch Lila, Alya, Nino and Adrian are having lunch at the table next to Mari, Alix and Kim (Felix and max are in the library) and Lila making sure she’s talking just loud enough for Mari and co to hear her say says “you know she’s only dating him because of your dad...right Adrian?” Adrian and Alya obviously shocked (Nino just gives her a look as if to say...wtf are you on girl) “it’s true, I overheard her talking to Alix once about it” Nino-“but she already has the agrest internship, she got that before she was even that close to Felix” Adrian-“ninos right, she has no reason to do that Lila, my father already loves her work” Lila-“and this would give her an extra edge, he loves her work now but when she’s family she’d get extra time to work with him, extra opportunity’s and funding into projects” *Mari is in shock at what she’s hearing and Kim is holding Alix back from lunging at Lila* Alya unsure-“it does make a little sense...if she did really like him wouldn’t they have gott3n together weeks ago?” *Lila with a smug face “exactly” Nino-“alya you can’t be serious? You actually believe her” Alix explodes out of her seat missing a tearful Marinette leaving the cafeteria to go to the lockerroom “are you dumb? Are you completely devoid of brain cells? You must be because your talking absolute rubbish, if you actually think Marinette would date Felix just to push her fashion career forward you have to be the biggest idiot in the entire world” Lila stands up and puts on a hurt face “don’t attack me just because your friends with a gold digger” “THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING IV EVER HEARD YOU MUPPET” Alix then gets akumatised into Miss Candour who makes people be brutally honest

Ladybug and chat defeat Miss Candour, after Lila admits to the whole of Paris’s that she lied about Marinette only dating felix because his uncle is Gabriel Agreste and even got out that she lied about her grandma being volpina and that she was Hornet *all of Paris could suddenly hear Chloe yelling “I knew it”* once everyone was back in school Alix apologised to Marinette for exploding and not letting her fight her own battles but Mari just laughs and says she’s happy to have a friend that cares so much about her*bff hugs all around* felix asks her if she’s okay once there seated in class and says he’d never believe something like that “even if it wasn’t coming from lie-la I’d never believe something like that, you have the truest heart iv ever seen, I trust you completely Marinette, never doubt that” then Adrian ruins the moment by turning round in his seat and saying he’s sorry for not stopping Lila sooner *felix rolls his eyes* “but I know I should have, I knew Nino was right, I’d never believed something like that about you, your too good a person” mari is shocked sins she’s not that close to Adrian *adrian your chat Noirs showing* “what she said made zero sens, I don’t understand how anyone could believe it, I promise to have your back from the very start next time Marinette” lila didn’t show back up to school for a week after that and when she did she acted like nothing happened

Part 6

Tag-

@akana-sama

#miraculous ladybug #seating plan au #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug #bunnix #ml felix #felinette #felix agreste #alya cesaire #nino rota #chloe bourgeois #lila rossi

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

An Ephemeral Eternity in Seven Parts - Steve Rogers x Reader.

MASTERLIST Warnings: Gifs aren’t mine. My English. Word Count~ 3.3k.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

PART V

How ephemeral life was? How was it that its fleeting beauty meant more as her life came to an end? Why hadn't she stopped to look around her before? Why had she been troubled with thoughts of suicide? Why did people come to value their lives just before they die? She felt so small in such a huge universe, she never liked being a pone to someone's game. But there she was; she would be their downfall. He had expected her to flee - he had planned everything so no one could ever leave. For the first time, she thought of herself as stupid enough not to have seen through. She hadn't question herself, she hadn't used her powers, she had listened to her mind and it turned out to be the stupidest of things. Never again, she thought but chuckled lightly. It wasn't going to be a next time. She wasn't worried she was going to die - maybe the opposite, really. She was worried about them. She knew they would all come, she knew what he wanted to see - an empire fall, he had said. All the years with Madam B. and HYDRA seemed to offer nothing now. She had already given up. If there was one thing she could wish for, that would be for her father not to over-react when he would found out. But she knew that it was just wishful thinking.  " If it's any comfort, they died in their sleep. Did you really think I wanted more of you?" Zemo's cold voice pierced through the speaker and her entire body tried to stop the chills. They were here already. They didn't realize it was a trap, she thought.  "What the hell?" Bucky said confused but she tried to get his attention with a muffled scream. He turned his head towards the direction but saw nothing. It was too dark.  "I'm grateful to them, though. They brought you here... Well, she plays a huge part too" his arrogant voice informed them while he appeared in the control room and illuminated one of the capsules with her inside, tied and muffled. Three pair of eyes were staring at her in terror. Steve hurled his shield to Zemo but it flied back. Tony tried to blast the capsule but it remained perfectly untouched.  "Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets" he remarked, making her blood boil and little by little regaining fragments of her powers. She needed time to recover from whatever he had injected her with. "I'm betting I could beat that" Tony said without taking his eyes off of his daughter. "Oh, I'm sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you'd never know why you came" he went on, stalling them on purpose. She had to break free before he played the damn video. Concentrating every bit of her power to one sole thing - she had to break the capsule if she wanted to help them. She heard the video playing and she realized it would be now or never. For better or for worse, it was now. They heard the explosion and saw a purple color piercing through the room. The moment she got out, it was already too late. Tony lunged towards Bucky but Steve stopped him. She run towards them hoping she could help, but she just made it worst.  "Dad, stop" she tried to calm him down. He seemed happy she was okay but he was too lost in his own little world. He looked at Steve, with tears glistening in his eyes.  "Did you know?" he simply asked. How was she gonna tell him she knew too? "I didn't know it was him" Steve tried to smooth things over but he wasn't having it. Steve moved towards her, something that aggravated Tony even more.   "Don't bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?" he demanded again. She whispered a no but she wasn't heard.  "Yes" Steve answered truthfully with remorse in his eyes. Tony stepped back, his chin was jutting upwards twitchy. He reengaged the Iron Man helmet and punched Steve to the floor while deflecting gunfire from Bucky, disarming him. He grabbed Bucky and flied him across the chamber. "Tony stop, stop. He wasn't himself" she was screaming but her words meant nothing. An angry answer came back to hunt her. "You are not my daughter" he said coldly as he slammed Bucky onto the floor and proceed to jump on his arms. Steve's shield hit him and she used her powers to put some space between him and Bucky by pushing him away. A blast from Tony sent her flying across the room, hitting her head and causing her to remain down.  

Steve barged him backwards, Tony shouldered him to the floor and shackled his ankles. Bucky punched Tony, who just lifted him and slammed him against a machine. Tony raised a fist but Bucky twisted it. She got up, trying to regain her strength and decided to wait, just a moment. She had hoped that they would behave like grown up men, not like children, but no one was stopping. She didn't know if someone was to blame, but Tony wasn't making things easier. Neither was Steve. Bucky pushed them both from the walkway,  while Steve jumped into them to deflect their fall. Bucky landed on a platform while Tony and Steve landed on the concrete floor besides an opening in the wall where snow drifted in from outside. She followed them, using her powers to mild the fall.  "This isn't gonna change what happened" a bloody and messy Steve offered for the last time.  "I don't care. He killed my mom" Tony answered as if he was ten.  "What about my mom, huh? And what about my dad, Tony? What about me?" she asked him, out of the blue, distracting all of them with her wounded appearance but fierce eyes and jolts of power rushing through her veins, creating lightings in her fingertips. Steve looked at her as if she was God. One look like that could ruin or rescue, depending on which fairy tales they read, but she had never believed in them. Eyes like those could never lie, he thought, so when he looked at her, he saw all the devastation he would cause in her name, and all the inevitability of their demise, and all the people who chose peace over passion. To hell with peace. She felt like a hurricane or a lightning strike. Love should leave no survivors. He made a silent promise to her. If they got out of there alive, if they ever saw each other again, he wouldn't let her go. She saw that in a single glance.  "You chose your side when you slept with him" he simply barked at her and she felt all the anger in the world building up in her.  "You don't get to talk to her like that" Steve threatened him. They traded punches but Tony ended up pinning Steve down. Bucky picked up the shield and leaped down to help while he told her to get out. Tony managed to zap Steve who was thrown back into the wall and blow away Bucky's metal arm. Tony raised his left palm ready to fire but Bucky grabbed his leg and Tony spun, kicking him in the face. Steve grabbed Tony  and lifted him over his head, throwing him down, punching him and bashed his mask off with his shield before striking down hard on the suit's core. Tony looked horrified and glowered fearfully at Steve who panted for breath. Both had blood spattered across their faces.  She couldn't stand it anymore. Every time she tried to push them apart, a blast sent her down. She took a deep breath and let out a cry of anger and agony, releasing every bit of her powers as Steve was sent flying away from Tony, with the concrete walls cracking from her powers. They looked at her in terror and awe. Steve's shield was stuck in the center of the Iron Man Suit. Looking at her, as if he was asking permission, Steve took hold of the shield, gripping the edge and pulling it free. She stepped closer to Bucky who was there, bloodied but conscious. She mouthed an apology but he was just looking at her, never wanting an apology from her. There was nothing she could do about it anymore. She knew things wouldn't be the same. But she had things to say before each took their separate ways. 

"You are all children, punching and throwing down one another because you cannot use your minds. How mature and heroic you guys are... Guess what Tony...  you're not the only who lost a mother but you don't see us running around looking for revenge now do you? I am sick of this. You have disappointed me and let me down with your stupid decisions. You were right, I am not your daughter, Tony. And Steve, I am not your girl. You had to fight for that, not fight my father. And Bucky, I am sorry" she poured her final thoughts and left them trying to understand how was it that she had become the wiser of them all. 

With nothing but an idea, she walked away, never even daring to look back to what she might have lost. Her mind was empty but her heart was squeezing in a painful way that made her want to get rid of it all together. But she knew that they needed time and she was wiling to remove herself form the game if that meant they would come to terms with the past. She also knew, deep down, that they didn't have the time they needed but she chose not to say anything. Her powers were sensing a greater threat but her mind was always trying to help the situation already before her. She had to be the one to step back because no one else would. And it was too much watching her family fight one another. She felt the desperation sinking in. The darkness and the cold taking over. No one would tell her fairytale. Of how girls can be dangerous and still win. This world, she thought, is only capable of digesting the stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. Maybe it was terrifying, a tale about a woman who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in, a story of a powerful individual knowing when to retreat and when to attack. She smiled at the thought of Steve promising her a future just with his eyes. But the universe never promised her this would be easy. She knew it because she was the hero of her story. And heroes were meant to be forged golden from the blaze. She would rise again from the shards her family left of her. She would take on her demons and kill them. She would break all the chains that had been brutally placed on her. And she would do show while showing everyone else that she was the person they thought she would never be. She wouldn't  give up on herself, ever again. She was made out of steel. 

It had been months. She hadn't received any calls from Tony, not that she expected to. She kind of hoped that Steve would reach out but it hadn't happened. It was easy for her to hide in plain sight and nothing was quite new. Last month a weird looking guy had offered her to help her tame her powers. Ironically enough his name was Strange. She had nothing to lose and so she had agreed. It wasn't that bad, he was so tense all the time but other than, she didn't mind. He provided her with anything she needed and she was free most of the time to go outside Sanctum Sanctorum. She had to be honest; having the time-stone keeper to teach her how to master her powers had been helpful, showing her there were more to it than she believed. She had understood the origins of the powers, found out that she was just a host to them but somehow those ancient forces of nature liked her enough to let her use them. She understood Wanda's powers as well. 

She was strolling around the streets with a beer in her hand, trying not to think about them; it was just before midnight and the night was cold but she didn't really care. Why was it that difficult not to think of him? Why were his eyes constantly messing up her mind?  "Damn you, Rogers" she whispered to herself, but destiny had another plan. "You're right" a soft but ragged voice came behind, making her forget everything she ever learnt. She just froze, believing she would never hear that voice again. She didn't turn. "I am so sorry. Please, come back" his voice was softer and more broken this time as she finally turned to face him. It might have been dark but she would find his eyes even without her sight. He was different. It had cost him a lot.  "I like the beard" she commented shortly after. He offered her a small smile but his eyes were burning with one question while taking her figure in. She had changed to. She nodded to him to follow her as she disappeared into an abandoned building, one that she had found out it existed when she was looking for any relatives from  her mother’s side. He did, without asking why.  It was an old, aristocratic mansion, with elegant and delicate furniture. Everything seemed to be in place, like nothing had been moved in ages. She saw his puzzled eyes and smiled. How easy was to fall for him again? She climbed the huge, marble staircase to the attic. They didn't talk, not even a word but his eyes hadn't left her. He felt like they were invading, something she noticed.  "Don't worry, no one is gonna come here. You can sit wherever you like" she offered as she plopped down the bed. He carefully sat down too, so close to her, he could smell her perfume.  "We are not supposed to be here, are we?" he asked while he was still taking in his surroundings. Everything felt as if the owners were about to return from a walk in the park. She looked deep in his eyes. He was her Steve. She took a sip from her beer, offering the bottle to him. He gladly drunk.  "Well, the grandmother died a while ago, the mother was murdered and the daughter is right in front of you. So technically, I am exactly where I am supposed to be" she honestly told him, tired of hiding herself from the one person she wanted to talk to for hours. He was left looking at her in complete amazement. She chuckled at his perplexed expression and before she could think about it too much, she reach out and caressed his beard with her slender fingers. It was the luck of breath and the electricity that caused her heart to beat a bit too loud and his eyes to travel to her lips before settling on her eyes.  "Walking away was one of the hardest things I have ever done, Steve. How can I ever come back?" she finally told him, her hand still cupping his cheek. He glanced at her and all it took was one god-damn look for them to feel even more desperate the burning need. He gave in - her eyes were too intense for him, too honest.  "In my dreams, I am kissing you and you're whispering 'where have you been?' and if I try to answer you disappear. I know that it will be hard for you to come back. I know that what I am asking is selfish and by asking you to come back with me you would be against Tony. I never got the chance to apologize for the overwhelming amount of pressure I placed upon your arms which caused you to act like you did when Bucky found you. I am sorry for every scar I have caused" he rambled on and on. She knew he was stressed and she also knew that it wasn't his fault. They were so close, his breath falling hot upon her face, his new, darker look made her weak at the knees, all the time she spent trying to get over him meant absolutely nothing now that he was in front of her. He let down the bottle and played with strand of her hair. It was longer. "You know that I nearly missed every word you said?" she whispered, leaning in just a bit. She wasn't doing anything on purpose. His breath became deeper.  "And why is that?" he questioned, already knowing the answer, as he too leaned towards her. She knew it probably was stupid but she didn't really control herself that moment.  "I was wondering if it has change" she faintly said, out of breath with her heart hammering in her chest, loud enough for him to hear. His eyes were roaming her face, trying to carve every detail in his mind. She was still the person he first fell in love with, only stronger. Her eyes held secrets he knew that hurt her. He couldn't muster the strength to ask her 'what', he just mouthed it. His hand was already wrapped around her waist, bringer closer to him, heat and power radiating from her body.  "The way you kiss me" she replied before their lips collided into a battle of agony and lust. It had changed, she thought. They were more desperate, more needy, more angry, more passionate, more fierce. There was a burning anticipation in his tongue that slipped through hers and went right to her heart. They craved each other more than before and it took her by surprise how gentle but strong he was. To hell with peace, she thought.  His hands roamed her body, slowly undressing her - before he removed every piece of clothing, he looked at her for permission. It had been a long time since that night. He didn't want to rush things, he wanted to treat her exactly as she deserved but she wasn't having it. There was a burning need to feel him, to be with him, to hold him and love him. Her bones craved him. He hadn't planned it; he wasn't even sure she would talk to him. Seeing her for the first time in months was too much. She wore darkness and gold and she looked like the Goddess of the Underworld, like Persephone, with roses in her hair and magic in her veins. She was nor a God, neither a monster; she had indeed told him the truth that day, she was a monstrous God. With every kiss and every bite, every scratch that left behind a map to their bodies, the night gave its place to another morning, which for a while at least, was peaceful. Right before they fell asleep, she whispered five small words that would never leave his heart. Ever. And he said four in return but she was already asleep. "I think I love you". "I know I do".

Taglist: @accio-rogers @coffee-with-orion @moli1497 @stydia-4-ever @smilexcaptainx

#captain america imagine #steve rogers imagine #captain america #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #The Avengers #avengers imagine #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #bucky barnes imagine #the winter solider imagine #james bucky barnes

[jinthusiastsss]

So You Don’t Hate Me?

Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Peter takes you out on the streets of Prague during the night to come clean to you with a secret he’s been hiding, but you assume it’s for a reason to tell you something else.

Warnings (not really): Small amounts of swearing. This involves Far From Home, but there are NO SPOILERS. The beginning just won’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t watched it yet.

Peter grunted when he stumbled into the Carlo IV Hotel where his class was staying in Prague. Thankfully he made it back safely without much harm. As Peter walked up the stairs, he spotted Ned and he instantly sighed with relief.

“Ned,” Peter whispered loudly as he jogged up. Ned turned towards Peter’s voice and he widened his eyes. Ned swiftly made his way towards Peter near the top of the stairs and wrapped him into a thankful hug that expressed his gratefulness without words.

“Thanks for what you did today, man,” Ned whispered, pulling away from the hug with a smile. Peter nodded and patted Ned on the back.

“Anytime bro,” Peter smiled. “Anyway, so you know how we’re flying to Paris tomorrow? Well, I’m gonna take (Y/N) to the Eiffel Tower and-“ he trailed off when he saw the sympathetic look Ned cast him.

Ned scratched the back of his head. “Yeah Peter about that, we’re all actually flying home tomorrow.”

Peter grew silent and processed Ned’s words with his mouth hanging slightly open, a look of shock staining his face. “W-what?”

“We were all informed about how worried our families were because of how chaotic and dangerous our trip has been so far,” Ned sadly told Peter. “I’m just as bummed as you are, man.”

Peter shook his head and stared at the floor with disappointment. He had everything mapped out for tomorrow with you and it just had to be canceled. “Thanks for telling me, Ned,” Peter said after lifting his head to meet Ned’s apologetic eyes. “Do you by any chance know which room (Y/N)’s staying in?”

“Sure yeah, it’s right there,” Ned replied, pointing to a door nearby from where the two were standing by the stairs. “Good luck Peter and thanks again,” he said as he waved him goodnight and headed to his room.

Peter sighed once Ned entered his room and then stared at your door. He decided that tonight would be the night Peter would confess his feelings to you. He quietly made his way to your room and stopped in front of your door. He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock until the door swung open simultaneously.

There you stood behind the door just as shocked as Peter looked. You were wearing gray sweats with a navy blue tank top and the slippers the hotel provided. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with some loose strands blocking a little bit of your face. Although your appearance might have appealed not as decent to others’ eyes, Peter still thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

You blew the loose strands out of your face and raised an eyebrow. “Peter? What are you doing here?”

Peter held in his breath and shoved his fists into the pockets of his pants. “I could ask you the same question, (Y/N).”

You let out a little laugh and crossed your arms. “This is my room, idiot.”

Peter widened his eyes with realization and awkwardly let out a laugh. “R-right, I knew that. Ned actually told me this was your room.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and said, “But why are you here?”

Peter mentally face-palmed himself and nodded. “Right. Um, well, so Ned told me we’re leaving tomorrow and I’ve been, uh, planning on telling you something for a while now so I just wanted to know if. .” Peter scratched the back of his head. “Um. .”

You sighed at Peter’s nervousness and stepped further back inside your room, closing the door at him, leaving a shocked and embarrassed Peter staring at the door.

“Stupid me,” he muttered at himself. “She closed the door on you because you couldn’t even handle how to put words together.” Peter started to head down the hallway to his own room until he heard a door open behind him. He turned around to see you out of your sweats and slippers and instead in a pair of jeans and sneakers. You closed your door and headed towards Peter with a nod.

“Do you want to maybe go outside, take a walk, and try having you redo that again?” you asked, offering him a smile as you zipped up a sweater that covered your tank top.

A grin grew on Peter’s lips as he stared briefly stared at the floor to hide his blush. “Yeah, sure.”

Together the both of you walked out of your hotel to start off on your stroll. As you slowly walked down the Charles Bridge, you watched as Peter pretended to admire the stars because he was too afraid and nervous to meet your gaze. Moments later, Peter turned to face you with the tiniest smile on his face.

“So, um, I’ve been meaning to tell you something important for a while now and I never thought any time would be a great time to tell you, but I think it’s time now,” Peter nervously said while fiddling with the gift he had for you in his pocket. He drew in a large breath and exhaled saying, “(Y/N), I-”

“-don’t want to be your friend anymore,” you finished with a small smile.

Peter took a sudden step back to look at you with confusion. “No! No. Where did you even come up with that idea?”

You shrugged. “I thought it was kind of obvious. We used to be the best of friends along with Ned and suddenly you started disappearing all the time. Our weekly hangouts as trios turned into hangouts as duos and I don’t know. Both of us haven’t really talked a lot since. .maybe months ago. We never talk anymore and since you’ve started disappearing, I’ve been putting the pieces together that you’re avoiding me and that you don’t want to be my friend anymore.” You looked away from Peter and stared at a nearby building to fixate your look of sadness onto that. “I know that you hate me.”

Peter didn’t say anything for a few moments. Instead, he just blinked and processed your words. Then it hit him. “No, no, no, no, (Y/N). You’ve got it all wrong.”

You turned to him and crossed your arms. “How could I be wrong? Give me your reason.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” Peter blurted out with his eyes widening as soon as those words left his mouth.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “That’s the stupidest excuse you’ve ever come up with. Even worse than those excuses you come up with before you disappear during school.”

Peter shook his head and said, “No, this isn’t an excuse. I’m being serious. (Y/N), I’m Spider-Man. The Stark Internship a long time ago before the snap was an excuse I used as a way to leave and fight whoever I needed to. I disappear to be Spider-Man.”

You squinted as you searched for signs of lying on Peter’s face. “Is this what you’ve been trying to tell me?”

Peter laughed and said, “No actually. I wasn’t planning on telling you until I had to tonight.”

You took a step back and stared at the ground. “That just doesn’t make any sense. Even if you are Spider-Man then why did you just suddenly drop me out of your life? You certainly kept Ned in it and you sure as hell were fine with replacing me with MJ. It’s like I’m not here anymore and your Spider-Man excuse doesn’t cover it. You always have time for them, but never for me.” Your voice cracked into a sob and you covered your mouth as tears fell to the ground. “What happened, Peter?”

Peter rushed closer to you, gently wiped away your tears, and pulled you into a tight hug. You tried pushing away from him, but that only resulted in Peter squeezing you tighter. You gave in and rested your head against his chest, finding comfort as you listened to his heart loudly beat. After a few minutes, you both pulled away from the hug and you felt Peter grab your hands and intertwine them with his.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry (Y/N),” Peter apologized with sadness and regret in his eyes as he stared away from you. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t even realize how much I’ve been neglecting our friendship and I didn’t even think about how you felt about all of this. I’m the worst friend.”

You shook your head and squeezed his hands, making him lock eyes with you. “No, you’re not Peter. Don’t beat yourself up by thinking like that. Why don’t we start over and have you explain what’s been going on. .sound good?”

Peter nodded eagerly and the smile that crossed over your face made him calm down with ease. “The reason I’ve been talking to Ned and mostly MJ a lot lately is that I’ve been asking them for advice on how to confess my feelings to this girl I like. I didn’t replace you with MJ and I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. It’s just that MJ is a girl and usually girls are good with girl advice, but she’s. .not.”

Confusion and hurt swept your mind as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why didn’t you just ask me for advice on this girl you. .like?”

A smile broke out on Peter’s face as he admired at you for a second, observing all your features. “Why would I ask advice from the girl I want advice on?”

You stared at Peter for a moment until you decided to punch his shoulder.

Hard.

“(Y/N)! What was that for?!”

“I wanted to make sure that this was all real!” you defensively said, raising your hands up.

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile and said, “I just confessed my feelings for you and the first thing you do is punch me in the shoulder? What a great reaction, (Y/N).”

You broke out into laughter and grinned. “So you don’t hate me?”

“Other than the fact that you just punched me really hard, I don’t see any reason as to why I should,” Peter laughed in response. “I like you, (Y/N).”

“And I like you too, Peter. .even though you’re still an idiot for making me feel stupid,” you joked. Then, you leaned forward to press a kiss onto Peter’s cheek, running away before he could even react.

Peter stood still for a second before jogging after you on the bridge while shouting, “Wow, all I get is a kiss on the cheek?”

He watched as you turned your head back while running and winked at him. “You’ll have to use your webs to come and get me, Spidey Boy.”

“Oh, it is on!” Peter exclaimed with excitement as he chased after you onto the streets of Prague, leaving both of you nothing but a night full of fun.

#spiderman x reader #spiderman #spider-man far from home #spider-man fluff #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff

[oscar-mildes]

elvira you know I always see what you're hiding in the tags,, I will always read it if you answer all of them abhsjdbs

nev you asked for this and im going to go thru with it bc im an oversharing idiot like oh you asked me how’s the weather i will tell you about all my trauma instead :D 

What do you identify as and what are your pronouns? i’m cis yo i’m she/her. i’m biromantic ace. thats the label i would put on it i guess. i really just refer to myself as gay bc i like pretty boys who look like girls and pretty girls and pretty nb and queer people and basically i just like pretty people ajsfbjf

How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story? theres no story to it. no epiphany or realization. i just always was ok with thinking that girls were pretty and that gay people are cool and it wasnt until recent years that i was like oH SHIT AM I GAY

Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it? no i guess bc i’m a girl and id as a girl and have a very obvious girl body

Who was the first person you told, how did they react? i guess my best friend. we’re both very ok with gay shit and we just always made comments about pretty girls and now we’re both pretty gay. i like my big tiddie anime girls and she likes her pretty kpop girl bands

Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel? i’ve only “come out” to some of my friends. i would NEVER in my LIFE even imagine telling my mom i like girls. shes homophobic Like That

If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react? uhh see above. my mom, stepdad, family members are all homophobic. hispanics in general are Like That rip. i think my dad would be the most ok with it but he lives in mexico and i dont talk to him often anyway. doesnt matter

What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality? i hate when people ask me about the ace part. like they have a bigger problem about my not wanting to have sex over the liking girls part tbh. sometimes it’s difficult for me to even describe where i am on the ace spectrum. it’s honestly the more difficult part 

Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear. basic nerd. you know those fics like “she dressed in a black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and all star converse” yea that she is me

Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships? ajkfj this is a good question and canon wise i love Ash and Eiji from Banana Fish, Uenoyama and Mafuyu from Given, Nezumi and Shion from No. 6, and Simon and Baz from Carry On. Not canon i love Kurama and Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho, Izuku and Todoroki from My Hero Academia, and Inosuke and Tanjiro from Demon Slayer. Note how most of them are anime i

What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any? i dont really wear any bc im lazy. if you like it you do you but idrc for it? except for lipstick i LOVE lipstick i have all the colors. i wear it so it distracts people from the rest of my face

Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you? ...no

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community? i live in the south so ive heard tons of shit talk about gay people. i dont really have any that stand out. my mom just likes to say that we’re going to hell :D so let’s give em a show ay

What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community? i guess i like how we find solidarity in each other just bc we’re not straight. most of the lgbt+ folks i know are pretty chill about everything

What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community? terfs but they dont count

Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not? i live in a small town and i could never sneak out of my house for that bc i still live with my mom so no

Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity? theres so many big celebrities now that id as lgbt+ but im going old school and loving my man, my tumblr url namesake mr Oscar Wilde. my man got put in jail for sodomy 

Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet? lmao never bc im mean, ugly, and terrible at talking to people irl. i had a bf in middle school? but bc i was 12 i dont count it 

What is your favourite lgbt+ book? Carry On and the sequel Wayward Son. (very anxiously waiting for book 3 Anyway the Wind Blows come on Rainbow Rowell)

Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened? for being gay? no. bc im not really out. ive faced discrimination for being a brown woman tho :)))

Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show? yall i love gay anime: Given, Banana Fish, No. 6, Yuri on Ice yeee. i dont really watch tv with real people but i think that Brooklyn 99 does a very good job with Holt and Rosa yall im love Rosa

Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers? theres bloggers??? um idk i love u nev so you count right @why-do-you-pick-flowers

Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim? for a while everyone was mad as hell about “im gay for ___” and idk im gay for everything so thats a “slur” i use for myself

Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it? ive never gone omg i’d probably be intimidated as hell like i have a lot of problems just existing so to be existing around very flamboyant and extravagant people like that makes me break into a nervous sweat

How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you? ive always felt like a girl even tho my mom always said “oh you like boy things??? you should have been born a boy” but like, your likes and dislike dont determine your gender. i like “boy” things and “dress like a boy” but i dont FEEL like a boy. ive never had any desire to become a boy or id as a boy. gender is a social construct fuck society

Are you interested in having children? Why or why not? i have a very complicated relationship with children. babies are ugly and toddlers are annoying but i feel like if i had children i would love them obviously because theyre mine. this is gonna be a weird analogy but like i dislike cats. BUT  i have cats. and i love the fuck outta them. so i feel like thatd be me with kids. but im ace so like.... who would even have kids with me. i could not. pregnancy seems like a hassle and adoption is... i have thoughts on that but thats for a different post. also i can see myself being married and not having children OR having kids without a spouse. theres just something complicated about having both??? maybe im just fucked in the head idk bro

What identity advice would you give your younger self? you dont hate girls you like them, dumbass

What do you think of gender roles in relationships? fuck gender roles. get pegged, bros. i also have a very specific dynamic if i ever got into a relationship (which you know. wont happen) but like if i dated a guy i feel like i’d be very top. a MAN telling ME what to do??? fuck that. but if i dated a pretty girl??? top me pls

Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender? i think ive already said too much oh god someone is gonna look at this and be like what the FUCK but like lmao dont be afraid to ask me i apparently have no shame

What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+? it’s scary at first because you think “im not normal” but like pray tell me what is normal. do what makes you happy. fuck society

Why are proud to be lgbt+? i’m comfortable with the people i like. i might not be very confident and i have depression, anxiety, self esteem issues, probs adhd or ocd idfk but at least i know if i see a pretty girl or smth im gonna be like wow that girl is pretty and have no bad thoughts about it. it’s just how it be. after a lot of dissecting my past behavior, ive always been this way. you cant change who you are. just accept it

#asks #nev you asked for this #oversharing??? me??? never #lgbt stuff #im gay yall

[boojersey]

VIC DO ALL THE ASKS BC I LOVE U AND WANT U TO HAVE FUN

*SWEATS* AYE AYE CAPN

cw for like some common lgbt+ topics such as dysphoria violence discrimination etc just. tread carefully if u get triggered easily by bad lgbt experiences

What do you identify as and what are your pronouns? -im a gay trans man and my pronouns are he/him but they/them is also acceptable!

How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?-oh wow i originally thought i was a lesbian because i didnt even know what transgender was i just thought wishing i was a man meant i was butch and then i met my friend donnie in eighth grade who told me he was trans and it was kinda a huge slap in the face but with a sack of gay bricks? and i found out i dont like women through actually having sex with cis women and finally realizing it. really wasnt for me so now im just a gay man as opposed to queer as an umbrella term but i periodically refer to myself as such

Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it?-oh yea i literally was misgendered today i just kinda brush it off but it can be hard sometimes especially when people know im trans and do it

Who was the first person you told, how did they react?-i first told donnie about my gender, it was a thing where i went to bed the night i met him and was like  .. wait holy fuck and then the next day i was like BRO HOLY FUCK but sexuality? i dont really know???? it was so long ago it was honestly probably my group of friends on kik that i had in 2013 (u were included in that mister!!!!)

Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?-im not actually fully out but the first time someone who was an adult knew about my trans-ness was what really set in for me the fact that i could come out one day; my friends mom referred to me as seance (and like. obviously she respected my gender she has a trans kid) but it was just super jarring bc no adult had known yet abt my identity in any way and as a result i was rlly glad it was nighttime in that car bc i cried almost immediately; the first time i came out on my Own was to my cousin and he laughed in my face so that was pretty damn awful and its kinda funny cuz the bastard is bi so u would think hed have been accepting but n0pe!

If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?-im out to my friends now ! and the reception was generally positive bc i think i do an ok job at picking ppl to be around in terms of morals so there was little bad reception

What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?-i hate when ppl ask if im gay as in for men or gay as in for women because im trans, i am a man so when i say im gay i feel like that should be easy enough to put 2 and 2 together but when they ask that i feel as if they still view me as a woman

Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.-emo of the gods themselves it is absolute scene and emo vomit and i love it; its seriously hard for me to wear dresses and skirts without dysphoria and just general discomfort but i own a couple anyway bc theyre cute i just. never wear them

Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?-my main thing at the moment is gerard/frank/grant morrison bc i love poly fics very dearly and gerard/bert because bert mccracken deserved better than gerawrds internalized homophobia lol

What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any?-makeup to me is an androgynous thing so i wear eyeshadow a lot and lipstick sometimes, eyeshadow is easier on my eyes than eyeliner bc im allergic to a lot of makeup thats on the heavier side so if i put on eyeliner my eyes will water and burn throughout the day but with eyeshadow im mostly ok; other opinion is that makeup on Anyone can be sexy as hell if they do it for fun and wear literally what they truly want and not just what they think is accepted or what they Should wear

Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you?-oh yeah my dysphoria is pretty debilitating if im gonna be honest; i used to have very little problems with it because my hold on reality was loose at best (before i was medicated to clarify) but now that i am almost completely Here my dysphoria is pretty bad and even just like. the knowledge that i have breasts is pretty awful; a few weeks ago i put on an outfit that i have to wear a victorias secret bra to fit properly in and just one look in the mirror had me sobbing and i had to change my clothes before i could leave the house and i havent worn a bra since because just the thought of showing off my chest makes this stark fuckin dread shoot through my veins but i also have dysphoria in regards to my voice that i discussed at my last trans therapy group meeting actually ; my voice has a tendency to bounce around my octave range so sometimes ill be like. excited then hear what i sound like. and ruin it for myself immediately u kno? im not even gonna talk about my dicksphoria bc thats just. awful. 

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community?-ohhhhhhhh my god u know what? ive heard..so much .. that im gonna instead take this opportunity to mention my mother genuinely thinks dnd is satanic

What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?-the fact that were so strong. we are so fucking strong we deal with violence and opposition constantly and at staggering rates yet we stay strong and we continue loving through all of it, whether its in dark corners in secret or loudly in the streets we continue loving and do so with all of our beings because we know its our own truth and well gladly go to hell if it means we got to love on earth (not that everyone believes in hell or the idea that us gays go to hell but my point stands)

What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?-we have this audacity to create divide (to the fault of mostly cis white gay men thank u very much) when what we need to do is love each other because we are different but at the end of the day we all need to remain in tandem and as a family or we will never get to where we need to in terms of acceptance and that means being uplifting and protecting our trans sisters of color, our disabled lgbt members, our autistic lgbt members, our anything past cis white gay man because we all need recognition, we all need love, and to exclude any letters of lgbt is to tear ourselves down and set ourselves on fire

Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not?-no :((( no one would drive me in the past and i dont think ill have a way to get there this year either

Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity?-brian molko! my bisexual, androgynistically-inclined father who birthed me at the tender age of 16 when i found placebo

Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet?-ya theres been a few and i dont rlly like to talk abt my relationships with anyone unless theyre online relationships so im just gonna leave it at that

What is your favourite lgbt+ book?-pantomime by laura lam! its one of if not my favorite book to this day

Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened?-y a every damn day bitch ! example is when i was deadnamed by my psychiatrist while she knows full well what my name is the other day; another is the countless times i get called a lesbian ???? and when strict lesbians ask me out i get a very bad taste in my mouth (i understand full well that sexuality is fluid, these are lesbians that spit the ‘penis is gross blegh’ rhetoric)

Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show?-uh im just gonna say preacher bc its my favorite show altogether n cass is bi/pan/something similar

Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers?-@ble3dmagic is my boyfriend in crime (not rlly thats a joke) and @musicalsense​ is my sunburnt Brother

Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim?-queer! i also use f*ggot a lot when talking about myself and my friends that are ok with it

Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it?-i went to a drag show and it was so amazing and one of the first times i felt accepted in my own community that i cried

How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you?-well i identify as a man with no leaning towards womanhood or nonbinaryhood in any way, its just . man . but in terms of Expression i am quite androgynous bc i can rlly appreciate femininity (NOT the same as womanhood) and being a man to me means just that ive always wanted to grow up with that “gender role” like i always wish i was raised as a stereotypical parent would raise a son and ive always been more interested in stereotypically masculine things and people since i can even remember and i feel like puberty was just this unpreventable spiral into something i didnt want. i didnt want it at all . this is tmi but when i got my first period i cried my eyes out bc the idea of being called a Woman repulsed me so much and since i didnt even know that being trans was a concept i was just this scared puppy full of confusion and fear aimed at myself because all the stuff i heard i was supposed to be proud of the change but i wasnt i was so ashamed of it and the idea of being called a woman made me sick to my stomach and i just wish i could go back in time and hold myself and tell me itll be alright 

Are you interested in having children? Why or why not?-absoLutely not i hate kids (and by that i mean i hate being around them and the culture that surrounds having children; i do not treat kids like shit and i do not act like hating children is a personality trait; i get migraines and usually the second a child starts screaming or crying i am on the floor of my brain writhing in dire pain and i have absolutely no desire to support another human life when frankly i cant even support myself; its also just not a lifestyle i want to live)

What identity advice would you give your younger self?-god so fucking much. so fucking much. so many things i wish i could say to myself

What do you think of gender roles in relationships?-i think if someone wants to adhere to them then hell yea go ahead just dont expect others to do it or try to tell other people its a Norm or something; theyre for the most part christian in nature so i dont have any desire to follow them myself, i want a relationship (if any) thats more of a coexistence if that makes sense, like. roommates plus dick

Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender?-i always used to anxiously chew on the idea that my chest dysphoria is just me holding disdain for the shape and size of my breasts but let me tell you. the second i put on my binder for the first time i immediately started crying because i was so overwhelmed by the fact that i was looking at something one step closer to myself and i know full well i am never going to have that doubt again. this week has been exponentially cathartic and therapeutic for me

What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+?-i want the cisheteros to know that nothing they learn about us is new. everything about us has been around for so so long but has been silenced and erased to the point where a lot of us dont even know many things about our rich and beautiful history

Why are proud to be lgbt+?-honestly? its hard for me to not just straight up say im not proud of my identity. its taken me years to stamp down the plain grieving toward my identity and wishing i could have the easier path but frankly? the fact that i am choosing this path of hardship and hell on earth just to be who i truly am i think speaks volumes of my pride in my identity at this point; further back in my archive by a few years my posts are littered with sentiments of bitterness wherein i stated that i hate being trans and not just cis but i like to think ive finished hating myself for my identity. i like to think im proud now. to ask me why is to ask too much of me, all i know now is that i am proud and thats enough for me right now.

#LONG POST #KAY I LOVE U BUT HOLY SHIT MY FOLLOWERS ARE GONNA GET MOTION SICKNESS FROM SCROLLING PAST THIS AT LIGHTNING SPEED #saltwaterfox

[randomfandomimaginetime]

Oliver Queen Imagine

Arrow Season 5 Spoilers Below!

Part 2 

Part 1

“Thank god,” you heard a familiar voice say. Your eyes had fluttered open. A blurred man was hovering over you, but quickly becoming clearer. Though it took a minute to recognize him there was no doubt in your mind now that it was John Diggle. You closed your eyes a moment to register everything. All your joints ached, but you were no longer lying on the cold ground. Instead, you lay on a stiff white bed. A soft beeping sang towards your right. Based on the pressure you felt on your forefinger, you knew it was a machine keeping track of your vitals.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw all the tubes attached to your body. A needle from an IV stuck your left arm, another was hooked up to your nose to help your breathing, and the others well they were there but you had no idea what they did.  A blue curtain was pushed back on the left and not too far from that were cabinets, a sink, tables, and a bunch of medical equipment. Instead of being stuck outside you were in a hospital room.

“What the hell were you thinking?” John snapped. You looked at him confused for a moment. Your head ached making your thoughts blur, then the events that took place in the alley came flooding back.

“Taking on Prometheus alone. That’s got to be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. You could have died,” John continued throwing his hands in the air.

“But I didn’t!” You shot back. You hadn’t meant to sound cross. A whirl of emotions was brewing within you. Anger, sadness, frustration, John was right you were stupid for letting yourself end up like this. John scowled a moment but was fast to soften his gaze. He pulled up a chair to sit by your bed.

“[Y/N], you’ve had me worried sick. Don’t ever let me catch you going out to fight alone again,” John said.

“I’m fine,” you tried to assure him.

“Fine?” [Y/N] I watched your heart stop. Not once…. Not twice…. But three times. Three times and by the third time well… I wasn’t convinced…”

“W-what?” You asked in shock.

“Whatever Prometheus stuck you with had some nasty stuff embedded in it. Your blood stream was full of it. It’s a miracle your alive or even awake right now.”

“How long was I out?”

“Fourteen hours.”

“Fourteen?!” you gasped.

“Do um…” you weren’t quite sure how to ask this.

“No,” John said as if reading your thoughts. “The others don’t know what happened. I’m the only one.”

“Good,” you sighed. You moved to adjust yourself on the bed causing a sharp pain to flare up on your side. Slowly, you lifted your hospital gown to see your middle well wrapped around the area you were struck. You pouted, now totally aggravated at what you’d let Adrian do to you. John was watching you close. There was a long moment of silence. He seemed to be thinking through what he wanted to say next, but it was you who broke the silence.

“Thank you,” you told him. “I don’t deserve a friend like you, but I do deserve what’s happened to me. So, go home John. See your wife and son. I’ll be fine here alone.

“You’ll have to try harder than that if you want to get rid of me,” John replied. A slight smile played at your lips. “Now tell me why you thought it was a good idea to face Prometheus alone?” This time John was much gentler asking the question.

“I didn’t,” you said softly. “I…” you paused, remembering Oliver and how he told you to stay away. “Diggle,” you said tears forming in your eyes. “Oliver told me to stay away from him. He’s hurt so bad… h-he’s not himself. John it’s killing me to see him like that. I had to do something and Adrian Chase needs to pay.”

“Hey, hey,” John had grabbed your hand and was holding it tight. You felt hot tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. That was when for the first time in a long time you lost control. Your whole body shook, breaths became extremely difficult, and what was the point in trying to hide it? There was none. It was over. Oliver was lost and it was your fault you couldn’t help him. John scooted closer to you desperate to help.

“I-I’m sorry,” you panted.

“Don’t you start that [Y/N]. Don’t you start that for a second. As soon as we start playing the blame game we all lose. This is Oliver we’re talking about. He’ll bump back he always does and until he does, we’ve got the whole team behind us.” You nodded slightly, trying to catch your breath. “When he is back, we’ll get Prometheus. It’s just going to take some time.” This time you nodded more firmly.

“I um… I should probably get some rest,” you whispered finally starting to calm down. You needed some time alone to think. John agreed, then rose from his seat.

“If you need me I’m only a phone call away. I’ll be back tomorrow okay?”

“Thanks,” you said. John nodded, then turned to leave. “John,” you added. “Don’t tell the others about this, particularly Oliver. He’d never forgive me.”

“I won’t,” John said. “But you should.”

#oliver queen imagine #oliver queen #John Diggle #arrow #arrow imagine #diggle #arrow spoilers #arrowverse #imagine #team arrow #fan fic #fan fiction #reader insert

[alienonthis3arth]

ST gift exchange

Title: Lost and Found

Author: moi (lucifermoaningstar)

Summary: Jim may or may not have done something worthy of the top three for the list of Stupidest Things James T. Kirk Has Ever Done™.

Warnings: Uhhh, there’s some mention of vomiting and blood/injury and v minor sexy-times. Also Spirk?? 

Notes: This is for the amazing and sweet @commandtrek for the stnetwork gift exchange! Thank you for being so understanding of the delay! I hope you like it ❤️

(The story is 6.7k words)

Something wasn’t right. Some part of him knew what it was, but a bigger part—a stronger part—couldn’t process… couldn’t understand. He blinked, then blinked again. The things he saw held no meaning, but something deep within told him otherwise. If only he could figure it out. A shaking over took him. At first he thought it must’ve been him, then he realized that he wasn’t the only thing moving.

Then, as if a switch was flipped, the reality of his situation hit him. Explosions, fire, flashing lights, smoke. He was in deep shit. He shot up fast, only to immediately regret it when a sharp pain darted through his side. Swallowing down a scream, he looked to the source. Blood was seeping through his yellow shirt.

Small pieces of debris rained down around him as the room jolted again. His stomach rolled with each rattle, causing him to gag for a long moment before finally throwing up, barely missing himself. He leaned back against the metal wall and wiped at his mouth. His stomach threatened to revolt again so he pressed his palms against his eyes until he saw stars, trying to will himself to stop from feeling like he was in the middle of the ocean on a dingy.

An accented voice sounded through the chaos, too loud and composed to be anything but over a PA system. “Evacuation protocol Delta is in effect for Decks November through Romeo. This is not a drill. Emergency response teams have been deployed. I repeat, evacuation protocol Delta is in effect for Decks November through Romeo. This is not a drill. Emergency response teams have been deployed.”

His heart skipped a beat at the words. Evacuation? Emergency response teams? What the hell had he gotten himself into now? A loud banging and clinking sounded somewhere above brought him back to the problem at hand: his probable death if he didn’t get himself out. With a grunt, he ambled to his feet, using his hand to help steady himself with the wall. He didn’t get more than a few feet when a pipe burst through the ceiling and expelled steam so hot he felt like he was being boiled alive. With a cry, he pushed himself away from it, almost falling over once again had it not been for the broken door that didn’t automatically open for him. Pressing his forehead against it, he breathed in deep through his mouth, then out through his nose, willing himself not to throw up again. As he did, something niggled at the back of his mind, but every time he tried to grab hold it slipped right through his fingers. If only his head would stop hurting long enough for him to think.

The metal around him groaned and shuttered eerily, the still working lights down the way he was headed flickered and blackened, leaving everything cast in red from the emergency lights from where he’d just come. He swallowed hard, then, with both hands against the wall, he shuffled into the darkness. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been hugging the wall, or if the horrible swaying just fooled him into believing he’d been moving, before the rest of the emergency lights kicked on. The hallway shuddered again, this time so violently he lost balance and almost face planted against a fallen support beam, sending a fresh wave of pain through his body.

Everything tilted, and in what felt like just a blink, he was on his back. His stomach gave a painful lurch and he rolled over, promptly throwing up what little was left in his stomach. Panting, he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and shuffled forward on his hands and knees. He had to get out. He had to keep moving.

A loud voice echoed through the halls, each syllable feeling like fingernails on a chalkboard, but he kept moving until he felt confident enough that he could stand again. There had to he a way out. There had to be a way out. He needed to get out. He needed to… he needed…

Blinking hard, he tried clear the blurry darkness clouding his vision. Roughly, he rubbed at his eyes, feeling stickiness but not able to muster the energy to care. Groaning, he slumped against the floor. Slight vibrations shot through it every few seconds, making him feel like he was buzzing. As he lay there, looking at the sparking wall opposite, he realized there was something scratching at the back of his mind. Yet, the harder he focused on it, the more transparent it became. His head pounded in retaliation, begging him to give in. His eyes slipped shut on their own accord, just as he heard someone calling out. It sounded like they were looking for someone, but he couldn’t be sure. Maybe they were looking for him? Maybe they could stop the pounding in his head and side. He ran his hand out in front of him, feeling for something, maybe he could get… maybe he…

Slowly, he opened his eyes. Sounds bounced around him like too many people talking at once. He tried to call out, but only garbled air came out.  He needed to get their attention. He needed to find something to… he looked at his hand. He clutching a crumpled piece of metal debris. He bit back a grunt, and shimmied himself up, then threw it down the hall as hard as he could manage. A fierce pain consumed him just before darkness did.

... - .- .-. / - .-. . -.-

He came to with a soft grunt. Blinking, he tried to bring his arm up to rub his bleary eyes, but something caught and tugged at his hand. With a hiss, he blinked a few more times before his aching brain processed the IV. What had he gotten himself into now? Trying to remember was hopeless, flashes of lights were all he could remember, and forcing it just made his head pound harder with each heartbeat.

He needed a distraction. To think about something else until the fuzziness dissipated. Finding out where exactly he was was definitely the best first step. Looking around, from what he could see past the flimsy white curtains half-assed pulled around him, he was obviously in some sort of medical facility, though, from what he could see, the other beds were all empty. Cold grey walls and a cleanliness that made one afraid to touch anything left him feeling like something was off. Taking a deep breath confirmed it. He was in a space ship. The air always did smell different than Earth.

Before he had a chance to really explore, two conversing voices made their way to his ears as they approached.

“-worried, doctor,” said the woman.

“Let the hobgoblin worry. Looks good on ‘im.”

“Doctor McCoy!” the woman sounded exasperated.

Jim looked at the curtain, as if he could see through it to view them. His stomach clenched.

“I just think you should you cut him some slack. He does have feelings, even… even if everyone likes to pretend he doesn’t.”

The doctor snorted. “Only you Christine. I swear…”

The curtain was pulled back with a snap. The two medical staff looked at him, dumbstruck.

“Jim!”

“Uhm… hey?”

“My God man, we thought you’d be out for another two days at least.” The doctor, dressed in Starfleet blues, pulled out a tricorder and began scanning him head to toe. How long had he been out for?

“Get me some painkillers please, Christine. Oh, and one of those compounds I whipped up earlier.” The nurse nodded and quickly left but not before stealing a quick glance at Jim.

“Everyone’s been real worried about you kid,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “What you did… has to be in the top three stupidest stunts you’ve pulled, and that’s saying a lot.”

“What?” Jim didn’t think he’d ever been so confused in his life.

“Don’t ‘what’ me brat.” The doctor raised his hand toward him, and he flinched. An awkward silence hung in the air before Jim looked away, ashamed of his own reaction. He’d been trying so hard to make himself stop doing that.

“Hey,” said doctor McCoy. It was so soft he thought for sure he must’ve imagined it until he locked eyes with the man. A pure, unadulterated understanding was there. His breath caught in his throat.

“I’m sorry kid. I’ll be more careful, okay?”

He swallowed then nodded. “Yeah.”

Doctor McCoy held up his hand again, though slower and farther away. “I just need to check your pupils with this light here.” He pulled a small penlight out of his pocket. Jim nodded, taking a deep breath. The man was nice, nicer than most other doctors he’d ever been around. He didn’t deserve to be saddled with any of Jim’s shit.

The man cupped the side of his head, using his thumb to gently pull up his eyelid, shining the light in and out of it, before moving to the next one.

“Anything bothering you?”

“No.” He blinked. In truth, his head had been steadily getting worse since he’d awaken and his back was so stiff he was sure if he tried to bend it he would snap in half.

The withered look he got made him feel like laughing, though he couldn’t imagine why.

“Can’t bullshit me, I’ve known you far too long now-“

“What?” He must’ve heard that wrong. Too long? They’d only just met… There was no way… He didn’t understand, what was the doctor trying to do here?

“What’s with all the whats? Jesus kid, I ain’t ever known you to be so quiet, you must’ve hit your head harder than I thought.”

Rage welled up inside him. What the hell was this guy trying to do here? “Look, I don’t know if you get off on this shit or something, but we don’t know each other, so just stop with whatever it is you’re trying to do here.”

He watched the colour drain from the doctor’s face.

“What did you just say?”

“I said,” he raised his gaze to look directly into the doctor’s, “stop pretending we know each other.”

... - .- .-. / - .-. . -.-

It’d been almost half an hour since he’d seen anyone. The doctor had left after he’d examined his head and hadn’t been back since. Almost just as long ago, he’d heard the swoosh of doors and rushed whispers between a group of people until they’d entered a different room, effectively cutting them off.

With a deep breath, he shimmied around so he was sitting on his knees. His whole body felt bruised, though most of his injuries seemed to be fully healed, he knew well enough by now that a special brand of soreness and stiffness would prevail for a least another week. He blinked away black spots trying to take over his vision and looked at the vitals panel. Something was off about it but he couldn’t quite figure out what. Groping the side of the panel, he ran his hand down it until he found what he was looking for: a hatch hiding the power switch. Experience had taught him a long time ago that just jumping off a biobed would result in a lot of unnecessary annoyance and loud noises. Popping open the hatch, he turned clicked the switch off and quietly slipped off the biobed. Peeking around the curtain, he saw nothing too spectacular. Unfortunately, he’d have to get by the room the doctor and his companions had gone into to escape.

With careful steps, he made his way towards the door. Peeking out, he saw no one and made a break for it and tip-toed out of the room and into the hallway. Now that he was free, he was forced to deal with the big hole in his plan. He had no clue where he was, or where to even go. It was definitely obvious now he was on a ship, and most ships, especially Starfleet models, would have to have a floor plan of some sort on each level, especially on a ship this advanced. The problem was, where exactly it would be located. Logically, by an exit, or even some sort of electrical or storage room, but that didn’t help when you had no idea where either of those things were to begin with.

He kept close to the wall, and made his way down the rounded halls. A door swished opened just feet away so he dipped into a doorway. Two science officers walked past, so engrossed in their conversation they didn’t even see him. Sighing in relief, he started back down the hall. A few metres later he came across a touch screen in the wall. It was locked. Only ship personnel could access it with voice recognition according to the text flashing across the screen under a rotating Starfleet logo.

“Shit.”

The device beeped. “Sorry sir, could you please repeat that?” He jolted back. A cool, slightly robotic voice had just sounded from the panel. Hoping for at least one miracle, he gave it a shot.

“Uh… yeah… how do I get to the hangar? Shuttle bay? Whatever it’s called.”

“One moment please, sir.”

There had to be some sort of glitch in the system. How was he able to access it if only ship personnel could? Something wasn’t right.

A comprehensive map appeared on the screen with blue flashing arrows heading toward the shuttle bay.

“Due to damage on decks November through Romeo, you are being rerouted to the only accessible elevator to your desired location. Please proceed fifty-seven point three four metres forward to elevator C. Once there, you will be able to continue to deck Romeo where the shuttle bay is located.”

“Uh… thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

Sir… he could get used to that.

... - .- .-. / - .-. . -.-

Getting to the shuttle bay had been relatively simple. The people he’d seen he’d been able to easily avoid. They were all distracted with completing repairs to the ship anyways. Something serious had gone down from what he could see. Explosions bad enough to tear down walls and ceilings, with debris scattered as far as the eye could see.

It was a little unnerving.

Maybe he’d been caught up in it all? That’d explain the serious headache and general full body achiness. Each step had him feeling more and more lethargic, but he wasn’t going to give up now. Sleep was something he could do later when he knew he was safe and back home.

Rolling his shoulders, he moved along the wall. So far he hadn’t been able to find an extra uniform laying around he could swipe. The patient outfit he’d woken up in was far from conspicuous, and though it was quiet comfy, it would be obvious to anyone walking by he wasn’t meant to be down here. He’d only been gone from the med bay for coming up ten minutes, but it was more than enough time for someone to notice his absence and start to form a search party. Not that he really expected anyone to care if he went missing or not.

The stale air of the shuttle bay made his nose itch as he neared it. A hole had been blown through most of the thick metal door like it’d only been made of toothpicks. Poking his head through, he saw a mostly empty bay. Save for more debris, there was only a handful of shuttlecrafts, small enough to be manned by one person, but large enough to be missed, or easily detected once he got out into open space. Every once in a while a haggard looking crew member would scurry by.

With another quick look around, he bolted toward a skid hiding behind the large container on it. Blinking hard, he tried to clear the blurriness. Cold sweat started to run down his face and neck. Reaching his hand out to clasp the edge, he realized how truly nervous he was. His body was shaking. Closing his eyes, he tried to think back to something calming. Something that could ground him in the moment. Then, like something akin to being stuck in a twister, a vision of sorts flashed through his burning brain. It was hard to make out, like everything he saw was shrouded in a gaussian blur. A beautiful man, brushing soft fingers against his temple down to the underside of his chin, whispering to him in a language he felt he should know. His heart ached for him, but his mind spun. Then, as if it’d never even happened, he was back in the shuttle bay, gasping for air and clawing at his tightening chest, his head pounding.

“Jim!”

He jumped. Rushing toward him was the doctor from earlier as well as another man- no, a Vulcan. He’d never seen a Vulcan looked so worried before. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure there was anything that could worry them.

“What’s wrong with him, doctor?”

The doctor held up the tricorder to scan him. Mumbling under his breath, he pulled out a hypospray and stuck him in the neck before he even had time to react. His chest immediately loosened, the pain considerably dulled.

“Ger’off,” he tried to push the doctor away but his limbs wouldn’t cooperate. They were turning to jelly as his skin prickled and started to go numb. What the hell had the doctor given him? Struggling was futile, but he still tried, until he knew no more.

... - .- .-. / - .-. . -.-

“Now, before you get yourself in a tizzy, it’s only temporary.”

He opened his eyes with a start. Disappointed, he realized he was back in the medical bay. Then the doctor’s words hit him. Stay like what?

Then he noticed the restraints. His blood went cold.

“Let me out!” He jerked at them, desperate, but they wouldn’t give.

“Jim, calm your mind.” The Vulcan went to reach for him, but the doctor stopped him, shaking his head.

“Jim, look at me.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to hear the lies and excuses for what they were going to do to him. He was tired of them all. He just wanted to go home. “Please.” With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, refusing to give into his emotions. He couldn’t afford to show them anymore weakness.

“I know you’re scared,” continued the doctor, “but we’re not gonna hurt you kid. I promise.”

He laughed. It was so painfully obvious he was scared he couldn’t help but cringe.

“This must be very disorienting for you. Please let us explain what has happened.” He had no idea why, but the Vulcan’s voice made him feel calmer. Like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world. With a long sigh, he opened his eyes again and looked at them.

They looked almost… hurt. Something niggled at the back of his brain again, like he knew he’d left something at home but couldn’t remember what.

“Before we explain anything, we just need to know one thing, okay?” Doctor McCoy pulled a stool over and sat down. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

He frowned. They had to be trying to pull something.

“Please, it’s important.”

He hated himself for wanting to give in. Why did these two make him feel like he could tell them anything? Why did they make him feel so… safe?

Sighing, he looked at them, hoping he wasn’t making a horrible decision.

“I remember…” he blinked. It was harder than he thought to think back. Everything felt fuzzy. “I remember… I was at a shipyard… they were just starting construction on a new Starfleet ship and I wanted to check it out. Supposed to be the best in the fleet, if not the galaxy. Or so they say.” It was a half truth at least. He really was at the new shipyard, just not solely to check things out.

Doctor McCoy looked burdened by the news.

“Jim, what year is it?”

Now they definitely had to be yanking his chain.

“What’s with these questions, huh?” His faced heated with anger. “Tell me why I have to tell you anything. You’re the ones who should be answering questions for me! Instead I’m being held against my will with no idea why!” He yanked at the cuffs for effect.

The Vulcan and the doctor shared a look. It was clear they were trying to communicate something to one another.

“You were injured during an attack on this vessel.” His stomach jolted. He knew something had obviously happened to him and this ship, but having it confirmed still managed to shock him. “I am sure you saw the damage done to the ship on your way to the shuttle bay. We were attacked by a hostile species and suffered serious damage to decks November through Romeo. During this time, you made your way to deck Oscar to assist in the evacuation of personnel and help Chief Engineer Scott with the warp core.”

Jim sucked in a breath.

None of this made any sense. Why would he be doing something like that?

“Once the necessary measures were taken, you left to join us back on the bridge.” His mind was whirling with what this could all mean. “For reasons unknown to us, you remained on deck Oscar, where you were severely injured. At an undetermined amount of time later, you were found unconscious by myself and doctor McCoy.”

He averted his gaze. Possible explanations ran through his head at a dizzying rate. Maybe this was all a ruse. They’d kidnapped him and were trying to create a sense of Stockholm Syndrome. Or maybe he’d snuck aboard a Starfleet ship when he was in the shipyard and somehow ended up here, in a case of mistaken identity.  

“I know this must be hard for you, kid. I can only imagine how you’re feeling. But we need you to let us help you.”

He licked his lips. Why did he trust them so much? It was something that had been bugging him this whole time. Yet, he had no real answer. Just a gut feeling. Something too deep within to control. But something he knew he needed to trust.

“2251.”

The doctor spluttered. The Vulcan looked almost shell-shocked. They shared a look.

“Jesus,” muttered the doctor, rubbing at his face.

“What year is it really? At least ten years later?” The doctor chuckled.

“You’re too smart for you own good, y’know that?” The older man sounded fond, it was weird. If someone ever said that to him, it was normally with contempt.

“The stardate is currently 2264.232. You are aboard the Starship Enterprise as a member of its crew.”

He wasn’t as surprised as he thought he’d be. It made sense, he guessed. The ship was extremely advanced, definitely too advanced for 2251. Its computer system had recognized his voice, and everyone he’d encountered so far had seemed to already know him. All the puzzle pieces he’d gathered fit into place. Even he couldn’t argue with the logic of it all.

“Huh, never thought I’d actually join up.”

“This must be a lot to take in, but retrograde amnesia is rarely permanent, and after your last scan, I’m confident you’ll be getting your memory back within a few days once the swelling in your brain goes down and you get the right medicine in your system.” He held up a hypospray. “You’re lucky you got such a hard head.”

He smiled. He liked this guy.

... - .- .-. / - .-. . -.-

After, he’d been filled in on some of the information about the missing thirteen years (including being the frickin’ captain of this baby!), him and the first officer Vulcan he now knew was named Spock, were headed to his quarters. Spock had been tasked with keeping watch on him for the next few days until his memories started to come back, something the doctor assured him would happen naturally and that trying to force it would only make his headache worse.

“These are your quarters.” Spock hesitated. “I am… aware of the entrance code. If this makes you uncomfortable, it can be changed.”

From what he could tell, Spock and the doctor were friends of his… or his future self. Yet, they didn’t try to force it on him. In fact, they seemed to be actively making sure they didn’t impose on him. If they really were his friends, he’d hit the jackpot.

“Uh, no no. It’s okay.” Spock bowed his head before inputting the code. 03226010. He wondered if it meant something.

His room was clean and orderly. A few knick-knacks were placed about: an old-fashioned printed picture in a frame of him with his mom and brother, a small statue he didn’t recognize, and a handful of candles. Pretty boring all-in-all.

“Is something unsatisfactory?”

“No… it’s just not what I expected… though I can’t say for sure what I was actually expecting…”

The Vulcan nodded. Jim couldn’t help but stare. Now that the drama of it all had subsided, he couldn’t help but admire the other’s beauty. The strong jaw and long eyelashes that brushed his cheeks. His stunning eyes, so deep with emotion and intelligence that it would be easy to get lost within them for hours. And his hands! They looked like something from a Grecian sculpture. God, he had the hots for this friend. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Captain, should I call the doctor?”

He blushed, embarrassed for getting caught staring. “I’m okay, just got lost for a moment.” Spock didn’t look appeased, but let it go.

“I will leave you to get reacquainted with your room. If you are agreeable to it, I can escort you to the mess hall at 2200 hours.” He looked to the clock on his bedside table. 30 more minutes.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks.”

The Vulcan clasped his hands behind his back before nodding once more and leaving.

Jim immediately regretted it. He was happy for the time to be able to explore his room alone a bit, but a deep sadness had already begun to settle in. He didn’t belong here, not like this. What if he never got his memory back? The future him would lose everything. The present him would lose the promise of everything. His own captaincy, friends who actually cared about him, respect. It was a lot to take in. In his own head he was an 18 year old screw up with no prospects and no life direction. In reality, he was 31 with his shit together and a real life with real responsibilities. It was more than a little overwhelming.

He flopped down on his bed. Some kind of memory foam that his achey back loved. After a few moments he rolled onto his side and opened up the bedside drawer. Some candy, papers, two books, and box of opened condoms and lube. The box was almost emptied. Smirking, he praised his future self. He was definitely getting some. But with who? He scanned his bedroom once more. If there was one thing he knew, it was himself. Being a captain of one of the best ships in the fleet meant he’d have to be careful with certain things, especially relationships with other personnel. And since he knew himself as well as he did, he also knew he loved to keep things that reminded him of his loved ones close by.

He scooched off the bed and slipped onto the floor. When he was a kid, he’d hide important things in the furniture and under floorboards. His room here was carpeted, so he doubted he tried to hide anything underneath it. So that just left two beside tables, a desk, a chair, a bookshelf, and his wardrobe.

He opened the bottom drawer. It was empty save for two energy bars and another book. He flipped through it, then turned it upside and shook it. Nothing. He grabbed the energy bars and peeled the wrapper back and bit off a chunk, almost ashamed of himself. Almost. Then, he reached into the drawer, and ran his hand against the bottom of the upper drawer, seeing if there was anything tapped to its underside. Nothing. He opened the top drawer again and felt the underside of the top. Again, nothing. Sighing, he shuffled over to the other table and repeated the same thing before approaching the other furniture. All he ended up finding was more non-perishable food, some bottled water, more books than he was sure he had time to read, and a whole lot of not what he was hoping for.

So maybe he didn’t know himself as well as he’d thought. His years in Starfleet obviously had made him craftier, or more paranoid, as his mom liked to call it. As he looked around once more, it clicked. The best place to hide something was always in plain sight. He went over to the picture frame, opened it and pulled out the photo. He looked at it from the side. A thin line ran down it. There were two pictures. Carefully, he pulled away the second photo. The breath caught in his throat.

It was him and Spock. Their faces so close they were almost touching. He was genuinely smiling while Spock looked at him, and honestly, he looked as close to happy as he was sure a Vulcan could get. So… apparently him and the Vulcan were an item. Happiness spread through him like a shot of hard liquor. Then it clicked. The “vision” he’d had in the shuttle bay, it was Spock. Spock was the one who’d been caressing his face, whispering beautiful words to him. He couldn’t believe it. How the hell had his life turned out so well? Jesus, he’d never had so much luck before. But something had to give. Something always did.  

Huddling onto the floor, he clutched the picture to his chest as tears welled up. Goddammit, why couldn’t he remember this? Maybe that’s how his life was just destined to go. One horrible experience after the next. Have everything he could ever want, only for it to have no real meaning—no personal emotion and experience attached. Just empty. He also knew, if he never got his memory back, what that spelt for him career-wise. He’d be honourably discharged and dropped back on Earth (if he was lucky), and promptly forgotten about. It always circled back to him being left behind like an unwanted piece of trash.

“Jim,” he jerked. Spock was kneeled next to him, his hand hovering inches from his shoulder.

“S-Spock,” his voiced cracked, his vision blurry with unshed tears. “I’m sorry.” God he was such an asshole. Here he’d been lamenting about how he couldn’t remember, when Spock very much could and had to pretend like they didn’t mean more to each other than just casual work colleagues.

“There is nothing to apologize for, Jim. You have committed no offence against me.” A sob slipped past his lips. How was he so understanding? He should be yelling at him, hitting him, telling him he wasn’t worth the energy or the time. Instead, this Vulcan—someone from a species who didn’t do emotions and touchy-feely things—was holding him, stroking his hair, whispering things to him he couldn’t understand. His mind told him over and over he didn’t know this man, yet his body and his heart told him an entirely different story. He buried his face deeper into Spock’s chest. Why did he have to destroy every good thing in his life? Why was he such a screw up?

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Spock.” His voice was shaky as he pulled away. “I know… I know this must be so hard on you. I wish I could remember. I want to remember. I want to remember you.” Spock lifted his chin so their eyes met. Once again he was struck by the depth in his eyes.

“Just because I am lost to you, does not mean you are lost to me.” Spock gently pulled his hand away from his chest, taking the photo from his shaking hand. “I was not aware you kept this photo.” Something played over the other’s face so fast he’d almost missed it entirely. “I do not expect anything from you, in regard to our relationship, at this time. I am…” Spock made a face, as if his next words were painful to say, “confident in the doctor’s abilities. I believe his diagnosis is accurate. Your memory will return soon.”

“But what if it doesn’t?” He held his breath, unsure if he really wanted the answer or not. What if Spock was lying to him?

“Though the chance of you not regaining your memory is 1.33 per cent, if it were to happen, I would continue to stay by your side as your first officer, and friend if you so choose.”

“And what about this? …Us?”

Spock hesitated and looked away. “I would not presume to believe that you would want us to continue seeing each other.” His heart fell. Maybe at first he’d be uncomfortable, but he could easily see why he fell for the Vulcan in the first place. Would Spock really not fight for them? Then brown eyes met blue.“Yet, I will continue to try to win your affections again if you will allow it.”

The world stopped. He was sure it must’ve. Or maybe it was a stroke. That had to be it.

“I… I’m not sure I heard you right.”

Spock cupped his cheeks and brought him close. “I will fight for you, ashaya, until the day you want me no longer.” He closed his eyes, refusing to let more tears escape. Then the Vulcan pulled him closer and gently kissed each eyelid.

“Sleep, Jim. You will feel better. Tomorrow I will answer any questions you may have.”

Spock helped him up onto his bed, then left for a moment before coming back with a pair of Starfleet issued pyjamas.

“I am just next door.” Spock pulled out a piece of paper from his desk and wrote something on it. “I will leave the code to my quarters with you. If you find yourself in need of anything, you may come at any time.”

Jim nodded. Maybe Spock was right. Sleep would do him some good.

“Goodnight, Jim.”

“Night.”

And with that, Spock left.

... - .- .-. / - .-. . -.-

The next few days were a rollercoaster for him. The first real day he’d been awake since the accident, no memories came back. It’d been a hard pill to swallow. Thankfully, Spock and McCoy were there to guide him through it. So, instead of sitting around, he’d gone a tour of the ship in hopes that it may jog something, but also because he felt he should know what was going on—he was captain after all, whether he remembered it or not.

They’d ended up encountering a lot of personnel, all who seemed very happy to see him up and about. All them very understanding of his current condition. It made his heart swell. He wasn’t sure if he would go as far as to say he was proud of his future self, but he was pretty damn close. The camaraderie and support he saw, not just toward him, but everyone else, made him feel like maybe he wasn’t screwing up as bad as he’d secretly feared his future self was.

At one point during their tour, McCoy had pulled him aside and told him of some not so pleasant memories that may be coming his way of Spock. That him and Spock had practically hated one another until “you both got your head outta your asses, that is.” And had even come to blows at one point. The doctor looked pained at having to talk about their relationship, but he could tell the older man honestly cared, and didn’t want Kirk to misconstrue any memories he may get since there was no guarantee they would come back in order.

Day two he’d remembered something, this time so vividly he’d almost blacked out. McCoy had been on hand with another hypospray to help him with the panic attack. It’d been a memory of him meeting Spock at the transporter platform, his hand outstretched, a look of devastation clearly written across his normally stoic face. Though that was the only memory he’d gained that day, he somehow knew what had happened to cause it. He wanted so very badly to lie to the Vulcan when he’d asked what had come back to him, but he knew he couldn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was bring up something so obviously painful again. Yet, as the words tumbled out, Spock seemed to take it well. A deep hurt had flashed through his eyes before he admitted that it was more to do with that he wished that it hadn’t been Jim’s first regained memory. All Jim could do was pull him close and kiss him on the cheek.

Day three he’d woken up with most of his memory from his time at the academy—good and bad. He’d ended up crying on Bones’ shoulder, blubbering about how sorry he was for making him late to see his daughter in their second year.

“Jeez, kid, I never knew you felt so bad about it,” he said, patting him on the back. “But don’t worry your pretty little head over it. The ex and Joanna were running late that day as well so I didn’t look like too much of an ass when I got there.”

He just hugged his friend harder.

Day four was the worst. Memories of Khan and dying and not so nice things that had happened to him before he joined up all flooded back. It’d been so tiring and emotionally draining he refused to leave his room, instead, opting to lay in his bed refusing to do much more than stare at the wall. Spock refused to leave his side the whole time.

Day five was… interesting. Intimate moments with Spock swirled in his head. How their relationship started, the chess games, all the shore leaves together, the sex. God, the sex! It was… hot. So hot. After a rather awkward morning, he and Spock sat down and talked for hours. Spock was afraid of taking advantage of him, that much he knew, but with most of his memories back he craved Spock’s affection and attentions again. He knew he needed to make sure they were on the same page though first, not wanting the Vulcan to feel responsible for anything supposedly untoward. Spock was able to roll with the punches, adapting to each memory as it came day after day, yet Kirk wasn’t sure if he was up to adapting to something more carnal so soon. After expressing their concerns to one another, they’d decided to keep it simple. Only over the clothes stuff and nothing more. Turns out Spock was a really good memory booster.

It was day six when he got the rest of his memories back, save for the incident that caused this all, which Bones had informed him would likely never come back. He’d been a little disappointed to realize they’d never know why he’d stayed on the deck instead of heading back to the bridge like he was supposed to. But he guessed somethings would forever remain a mystery. 

Having his lost memories back was like surfacing from being under water too long. Everything was clear now. He had focus and understanding like never before. The crisis that lead up to his accident was clear, as was the attack on Yorktown over a year ago. He know remembered Pike—the father figure he’d never had. All the times he’d gotten wasted with Scotty over engineering theories. How Spock learnt French just for him because his mom used to speak it with him when he was little. That he always got his ass-kicked by Uhura and her impeccable poker face when they played cards, and that Sulu and Chekov got the whole crew to start calling him ‘mom’ and Spock ‘dad,’ much to their annoyance. Suddenly, birthdays and names and anniversaries and little tidbits about people that had been wiped from his mind just days before were all back. It was exhilarating. Freeing.

With Spock by his side, and all his friends—his family—to back him up, nothing could stop him.

He was sure of it. Now more than ever. He was Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise. And damn was he proud.

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Pretty Little Liars Recap: Confessions Of A Mid-20’s Drama Queen

Welcome back to another week where I sit through my own personal hell, aka , and try not to put myself into an alcohol-induced coma. And shoutout to all the keyboard warriors who love to type shit in the commentsyall take this show way too seriously.

We start with Mona and Emily discussing Charlotte, who apparently stood Mona up the night of the murder. What kind of loser gets stood up by another chick at a shitty diner?

Emily is like and Monas like, uh no? I feel like thats pretty much the only answer you can give at that point. Emily figures that Mona changed her mind in the trial so that Charlotte would be out of jail and Mona could get to her, which is like real far-fetched.

Mona is like and OKAY thats a line straight out of .

Chris Hanson: Did you know that this was a 13 year old girl? Mona: I, uh, just came to talk to her.

Monas like *what would you do if your son was at home, cryin all alone on the bedroom floor.* and Ems like Monas like, well even if I wanted to kill her, she fucking stood me up so yeah. Of course, this whole conversation is overheard by A.

Aria is like,lets tell the police it wasnt me at the diner! Arias really seen some shit lately. She got burnt and questioned by the police. All Hannas had done to her is getting shitty room service food with a cryptic note. Spencer is like,

Lucas is back. Goddammit. Anyways, he overhears Hanna talking to weird ass Jordan on the phone, and is like Hannas like, Where are you gonna seat him Han? No one wants to sit next to the virginal weird kid from high school. You cant just mix the band geeks with the Plastics, thats not how this works.

Besides, there is this scenario:

Priest: Speak now or forever hold your pe- Lucas: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hanna is like, . Wear those ties Lucas, you look like a second place winner at a science fair. He tells Hanna that hes thinking of buying some factory and giving Rosewood a second chance. LOL rookie mistake.

Ali and Snaggletooth are being sexually aggressive in some shit bed and breakfast somewhere in bumfuck nowhere, East Coast. The Ali from Season 3 would have been honeymooning in fucking Paris rn. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Speaking of falling, Ali trips on her skanky heel and takes a tumble down the stairs, effectively knocking herself out. OKAY, did I not set that up just perfectly?

Alis in the hospital with a concussion, and Snaggle is like, you need to stay in the hospital. Shes like and its like, because thats how injuries work dumbass. The manager of the shit hotel is like and its like duh you know that shit is tampered with.

Ali: I was really happy before I fell, maybe this is my karma Snaggle: Thats not how the Universe works

ARE YOU SURE? Because pretty sure its an established fact that what goes up, must come down. Also, Ali its not karma, you just clearly dont know how to put one foot in front of the other and walk like a normal fucking human.

Snaggle is like, its an accident and he would know all about those, since his face looks like it was a victim of a tragic lawn mower accident. Ali decides to text her friends a selfie of her in the hospital, because concussion photoshoots, so hot right now.

All the Liars are like . They have 3 days to give up the murderer, because A is a psycho. All the girls are shit talking Mona and Hanna comes to her defense, because Hanna is like, such a good friend.

Aria and Ezra are getting ready to go to a dinner with their boss and Ezras talking about how he doesnt like the book ending or some shit. Arias like and that shit is about to go from an Ernest Hemingway to a really quick with Ezras freaky self.

Hanna goes to visit Ali in the hospital and Ali tells her she is going back to Rosewood when she can gtfo of this hospital. Ali has flowers all over the room, because apparently people like her, wtf?, and Ali says that they are all from Snaggle.

Of course, Hanna is looking at all the flowers and sees a very creepy card that has pictures of a staircase, and all of them on it. Either Snaggle is one fucked up dude, or A is just like, really a dick. Honestly, probs both. Obvi, Hanna steals the card.

Emily facetimes Spencer a video of Mona and Sara Harveys body guard dude chatting it up. Weve all seen , Im expecting some bodyguard three-way action ASAP. Also, how did Emily even remember that body guard? I watch this show every fucking week and make it a point to write down every flaw they have, and even I didnt remember this. Wow, I need to get it together.

Also, them talking looks like any relationship I have ever had: Mona talking shit and the dude sitting there looking awkward. Spencer and Emily follow the bodyguard when he leaves.

Back to Snaggle and Hans. Hanna is like, And Snaggle is like, Im sure you said the same thing about that B and B, you human chipmunk. Hes like and its like cough, cough, lesbianssssss.

Spencer and Emily follow the bodyguard and act like idiots on crack and pretend to hit the bodyguards car. Hes like uhhhh no its fine, and Spencer somehow manages to get information on the papers he is holding. I have seen better body guarding by the fucking preteens in Project X. Seriously who is this dude?

Spencer learns that the documents our shit security guard has are blueprints to Radley, because of fucking course. Do they just hand out blueprints willy nilly in this town? God I hate myself every time I watch this stupid fucking show.

Aria is reading Ezras newest chapter and it flashes back to a conversation with Ezra and Nicole. Ezra is begging Nicole to come with him, but shes like

Anyways, Ezra goes to his typical EZRA MAD, EZRA SMASH mode and basically yells at her and leaves fucking pissed off. And yeah, thats the last time he saw his girlfriend. One girlfriend you took advantage of when she was a teenager, the other you let get kidnapped by terrorists. Let that soak in.

Hes like , and Arias like,

Emily follows the bodyguard to a fucking ice cream truck? Wtf? And hes just casually sitting there, licking a Drumstick, when Sara Harvey drives up and gets something from him. Wait a second, she cant text and grip shit because of her hands, but she can drive? The streets of Rosewood are not safe. Maybe she was the girl who tried to run over Emily at the diner. She wasnt really trying to run her over, she was just making a very sloppy three point turn.

Hanna shows Caleb the staircase card. Caleb is like why did you come to me? And Hanna is like They decide to call As bluff, because that plan has worked every time before.

Spencer is on the phone with Emily, when she is greeted by her boyfriend and his ex. What a time to be alive. They act super weird, and then Hanna makes up some bullshit story about how she killed Charlotte. She starts crying to Spencer and Spencer is like YOOOOO THIS IS HEAVY SHIT.

Then Hannas like PSYCH and tells Caleb Well thats the stupidest shit Ive ever heard. Caleb is like and its like NO WTF HANNA DOESNT KNOW JACK SHIT. LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL. NOTHING. SHE KNOWS NOTHING. Why doesnt anyone understand this?

Aria and Ezra are at dinner with the editor and shes like, l Arias like and Ezra is like NAH I GOT U FAM, Ill have it to you by next week. Ezras that dick in every college class who votes against the deadline extension. There is a special place in hell for you.

Hanna and Caleb are pleading their case to Emily and Emilys like And for once, I agree with her. Spencer backs up Caleb and Hanna and is like, *under her breath* . This sounds like every parental argument.

Emily/Dad: We cant support our daughter moving in with her boyfriend Spencer/Mom: We need to support her, because if we dont shell work against us. And I want grandbabies!

Hanna is like and grabs Calebs hand very lovingly. Spencers like and its all v awkward. Spencer does what I would 100% do in this situationmake snarky jealous comments and guzzle a shit ton of red wine. I am Spencer, we are all Spencer (without the bangs, obviously.)

Emily also suggests they visit Ye Old Lizard King Toby and let him know about this whole shindig. Again, this idea never works out.

The editor lady tells her that Liam isnt on the team anymore and Aria is like, uhhhh okay. So I guess that relationship is pretty much dead. Good talk.

Spencer flashes back to a night with Caleb in Europe, talking about art and his foster homes or some shit. Yawn. For once, Spencer actually looks good in a nice dress. You did okay PLL wardrobe, dont get too excited over your one time you didnt fail.

Its a pretty pointless flashback, except it shows major sexual tension between Spencer and Caleb in Europe, which is like right after they both broke up with their significant others. See, I told you it was pointless?

Caleb goes to drop Hanna off at Lucas place and he asks Caleb on a very awkward man date. Below are the actual quotes:

Lucas: Do you lunch? Caleb: Uh, yeah I lunch. Lucas: Lets lunch!

A whole portion of dialogue that could have been summed up to we should get lunch sometime. Fuck yourself, Freeform.

Lucas shows Hanna the factory he wants to build and is like Shes like If she even THINKS her shit is going to be better than Clothes Over Bros, shes straight trippin. Lucas is like Bitches love companies.

Okay my high school friends will barely buy me a beer, let alone give me a fucking factory.

Ali has a dream of some kind and sees her mom, dressed in a fugly green top and with some bushy ass hair. I know they have leave-in conditioner in heaven, you lazy bitch. She tells Ali that Snaggle will take care of her and that she loves her, yadda yadda. For a loving mother, she also looks like she lowkey wants to strangle the shit out of Ali.

Mona and Sara meet up, the two sketchiest bitches on the block. Sara looks like Miley Cyrus if she ate herself and took makeup inspiration from a raccoon. Seriously there is like 6 pounds of eyeliner on this bitch.

Mona is like and Sara is like Sara is like, . Oh stfu Sara. You look like a balloon shaped like Nick Carter and your only friend is a dude who eats ice cream on a street corner like a fucking poverty stricken 6-year-old.

Ezra and Aria are having tea like a bunch of pussies and Aria drops the A bomb on him. She goes from 0 to 100 real quick and is like I HAVE TO END THIS.

Back to Ali and Snaggle. Lucky us. Ali tells Snaggle to go to his conference in Chicago and that when he gets back theyll resume their daily programing of boning each other (what a fucking gross mental picture.)

Caleb and Hanna present their shit idea to the group, who all agreeits a shit idea. Caleb is like . Hes getting awfully close to Hanna and Spencer looks like she is about to cut a bitch.

Caleb: This isnt a cheer-ocracy Spencer: Youre being a real cheer-tator, Caleb!

The plan starts by Hanna sending a message to A saying leave my friends alone and then a Carly Rae Jepsen-esqe version of Call Me comes on, while the binary code of her text shows up on the screen. A gets the text of that dumbass admitting to murder. Its about to go down.

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Pretty Little Liars Recap: Confessions Of A Mid-20’s Drama Queen

Welcome back to another week where I sit through my own personal hell, aka , and try not to put myself into an alcohol-induced coma. And shoutout to all the keyboard warriors who love to type shit in the commentsyall take this show way too seriously.

We start with Mona and Emily discussing Charlotte, who apparently stood Mona up the night of the murder. What kind of loser gets stood up by another chick at a shitty diner?

Emily is like and Monas like, uh no? I feel like thats pretty much the only answer you can give at that point. Emily figures that Mona changed her mind in the trial so that Charlotte would be out of jail and Mona could get to her, which is like real far-fetched.

Mona is like and OKAY thats a line straight out of .

Chris Hanson: Did you know that this was a 13 year old girl? Mona: I, uh, just came to talk to her.

Monas like *what would you do if your son was at home, cryin all alone on the bedroom floor.* and Ems like Monas like, well even if I wanted to kill her, she fucking stood me up so yeah. Of course, this whole conversation is overheard by A.

Aria is like,lets tell the police it wasnt me at the diner! Arias really seen some shit lately. She got burnt and questioned by the police. All Hannas had done to her is getting shitty room service food with a cryptic note. Spencer is like,

Lucas is back. Goddammit. Anyways, he overhears Hanna talking to weird ass Jordan on the phone, and is like Hannas like, Where are you gonna seat him Han? No one wants to sit next to the virginal weird kid from high school. You cant just mix the band geeks with the Plastics, thats not how this works.

Besides, there is this scenario:

Priest: Speak now or forever hold your pe- Lucas: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hanna is like, . Wear those ties Lucas, you look like a second place winner at a science fair. He tells Hanna that hes thinking of buying some factory and giving Rosewood a second chance. LOL rookie mistake.

Ali and Snaggletooth are being sexually aggressive in some shit bed and breakfast somewhere in bumfuck nowhere, East Coast. The Ali from Season 3 would have been honeymooning in fucking Paris rn. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Speaking of falling, Ali trips on her skanky heel and takes a tumble down the stairs, effectively knocking herself out. OKAY, did I not set that up just perfectly?

Alis in the hospital with a concussion, and Snaggle is like, you need to stay in the hospital. Shes like and its like, because thats how injuries work dumbass. The manager of the shit hotel is like and its like duh you know that shit is tampered with.

Ali: I was really happy before I fell, maybe this is my karma Snaggle: Thats not how the Universe works

ARE YOU SURE? Because pretty sure its an established fact that what goes up, must come down. Also, Ali its not karma, you just clearly dont know how to put one foot in front of the other and walk like a normal fucking human.

Snaggle is like, its an accident and he would know all about those, since his face looks like it was a victim of a tragic lawn mower accident. Ali decides to text her friends a selfie of her in the hospital, because concussion photoshoots, so hot right now.

All the Liars are like . They have 3 days to give up the murderer, because A is a psycho. All the girls are shit talking Mona and Hanna comes to her defense, because Hanna is like, such a good friend.

Aria and Ezra are getting ready to go to a dinner with their boss and Ezras talking about how he doesnt like the book ending or some shit. Arias like and that shit is about to go from an Ernest Hemingway to a really quick with Ezras freaky self.

Hanna goes to visit Ali in the hospital and Ali tells her she is going back to Rosewood when she can gtfo of this hospital. Ali has flowers all over the room, because apparently people like her, wtf?, and Ali says that they are all from Snaggle.

Of course, Hanna is looking at all the flowers and sees a very creepy card that has pictures of a staircase, and all of them on it. Either Snaggle is one fucked up dude, or A is just like, really a dick. Honestly, probs both. Obvi, Hanna steals the card.

Emily facetimes Spencer a video of Mona and Sara Harveys body guard dude chatting it up. Weve all seen , Im expecting some bodyguard three-way action ASAP. Also, how did Emily even remember that body guard? I watch this show every fucking week and make it a point to write down every flaw they have, and even I didnt remember this. Wow, I need to get it together.

Also, them talking looks like any relationship I have ever had: Mona talking shit and the dude sitting there looking awkward. Spencer and Emily follow the bodyguard when he leaves.

Back to Snaggle and Hans. Hanna is like, And Snaggle is like, Im sure you said the same thing about that B and B, you human chipmunk. Hes like and its like cough, cough, lesbianssssss.

Spencer and Emily follow the bodyguard and act like idiots on crack and pretend to hit the bodyguards car. Hes like uhhhh no its fine, and Spencer somehow manages to get information on the papers he is holding. I have seen better body guarding by the fucking preteens in Project X. Seriously who is this dude?

Spencer learns that the documents our shit security guard has are blueprints to Radley, because of fucking course. Do they just hand out blueprints willy nilly in this town? God I hate myself every time I watch this stupid fucking show.

Aria is reading Ezras newest chapter and it flashes back to a conversation with Ezra and Nicole. Ezra is begging Nicole to come with him, but shes like

Anyways, Ezra goes to his typical EZRA MAD, EZRA SMASH mode and basically yells at her and leaves fucking pissed off. And yeah, thats the last time he saw his girlfriend. One girlfriend you took advantage of when she was a teenager, the other you let get kidnapped by terrorists. Let that soak in.

Hes like , and Arias like,

Emily follows the bodyguard to a fucking ice cream truck? Wtf? And hes just casually sitting there, licking a Drumstick, when Sara Harvey drives up and gets something from him. Wait a second, she cant text and grip shit because of her hands, but she can drive? The streets of Rosewood are not safe. Maybe she was the girl who tried to run over Emily at the diner. She wasnt really trying to run her over, she was just making a very sloppy three point turn.

Hanna shows Caleb the staircase card. Caleb is like why did you come to me? And Hanna is like They decide to call As bluff, because that plan has worked every time before.

Spencer is on the phone with Emily, when she is greeted by her boyfriend and his ex. What a time to be alive. They act super weird, and then Hanna makes up some bullshit story about how she killed Charlotte. She starts crying to Spencer and Spencer is like YOOOOO THIS IS HEAVY SHIT.

Then Hannas like PSYCH and tells Caleb Well thats the stupidest shit Ive ever heard. Caleb is like and its like NO WTF HANNA DOESNT KNOW JACK SHIT. LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL. NOTHING. SHE KNOWS NOTHING. Why doesnt anyone understand this?

Aria and Ezra are at dinner with the editor and shes like, l Arias like and Ezra is like NAH I GOT U FAM, Ill have it to you by next week. Ezras that dick in every college class who votes against the deadline extension. There is a special place in hell for you.

Hanna and Caleb are pleading their case to Emily and Emilys like And for once, I agree with her. Spencer backs up Caleb and Hanna and is like, *under her breath* . This sounds like every parental argument.

Emily/Dad: We cant support our daughter moving in with her boyfriend Spencer/Mom: We need to support her, because if we dont shell work against us. And I want grandbabies!

Hanna is like and grabs Calebs hand very lovingly. Spencers like and its all v awkward. Spencer does what I would 100% do in this situationmake snarky jealous comments and guzzle a shit ton of red wine. I am Spencer, we are all Spencer (without the bangs, obviously.)

Emily also suggests they visit Ye Old Lizard King Toby and let him know about this whole shindig. Again, this idea never works out.

The editor lady tells her that Liam isnt on the team anymore and Aria is like, uhhhh okay. So I guess that relationship is pretty much dead. Good talk.

Spencer flashes back to a night with Caleb in Europe, talking about art and his foster homes or some shit. Yawn. For once, Spencer actually looks good in a nice dress. You did okay PLL wardrobe, dont get too excited over your one time you didnt fail.

Its a pretty pointless flashback, except it shows major sexual tension between Spencer and Caleb in Europe, which is like right after they both broke up with their significant others. See, I told you it was pointless?

Caleb goes to drop Hanna off at Lucas place and he asks Caleb on a very awkward man date. Below are the actual quotes:

Lucas: Do you lunch? Caleb: Uh, yeah I lunch. Lucas: Lets lunch!

A whole portion of dialogue that could have been summed up to we should get lunch sometime. Fuck yourself, Freeform.

Lucas shows Hanna the factory he wants to build and is like Shes like If she even THINKS her shit is going to be better than Clothes Over Bros, shes straight trippin. Lucas is like Bitches love companies.

Okay my high school friends will barely buy me a beer, let alone give me a fucking factory.

Ali has a dream of some kind and sees her mom, dressed in a fugly green top and with some bushy ass hair. I know they have leave-in conditioner in heaven, you lazy bitch. She tells Ali that Snaggle will take care of her and that she loves her, yadda yadda. For a loving mother, she also looks like she lowkey wants to strangle the shit out of Ali.

Mona and Sara meet up, the two sketchiest bitches on the block. Sara looks like Miley Cyrus if she ate herself and took makeup inspiration from a raccoon. Seriously there is like 6 pounds of eyeliner on this bitch.

Mona is like and Sara is like Sara is like, . Oh stfu Sara. You look like a balloon shaped like Nick Carter and your only friend is a dude who eats ice cream on a street corner like a fucking poverty stricken 6-year-old.

Ezra and Aria are having tea like a bunch of pussies and Aria drops the A bomb on him. She goes from 0 to 100 real quick and is like I HAVE TO END THIS.

Back to Ali and Snaggle. Lucky us. Ali tells Snaggle to go to his conference in Chicago and that when he gets back theyll resume their daily programing of boning each other (what a fucking gross mental picture.)

Caleb and Hanna present their shit idea to the group, who all agreeits a shit idea. Caleb is like . Hes getting awfully close to Hanna and Spencer looks like she is about to cut a bitch.

Caleb: This isnt a cheer-ocracy Spencer: Youre being a real cheer-tator, Caleb!

The plan starts by Hanna sending a message to A saying leave my friends alone and then a Carly Rae Jepsen-esqe version of Call Me comes on, while the binary code of her text shows up on the screen. A gets the text of that dumbass admitting to murder. Its about to go down.

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so it’s 12:00, i have loads of calc hwk to do and i’m about to make a post about salman

it’s been a while lmao i fucking hate myself

it’s been 4 years so this post shouldn’t exist but anyways idkm i hate humairaa

she was the one that snitched and everything unraveled. and today zijah asked me if i ever say hbd to him and i was like HELLS NAH FAM 

anyways i’m posting this on here bcs it’s been bothering me since friday but i can’t tell anyone cause like zijah would acc kill me loooooooool and zaibaa would too 

but pretty much kk everybody is starting uni and is out running after sex lmao and i’m just here chillin cause i just idkm don’t feel it??? anyways my point is

looool what if i screwed up? ik we all know he loved me like LOVED me

the thing is since then ive only gotten uglier and lamer and the boys have only gotten more confident and stuff so someone like him would never go for someone like me anymore, they know they can do better

so yeah maybe i totally fucked up and shoulda given him the time he needed to mature cause he was literally 14 and i’m pretty certain (at least from what we’ve heard from jessica) that he loved me lmao so yeah lol i’m just here like crap gonna end up sad and alone and thinking of the one time someone loved me when i was 15 and it’s probs never gonna happen again like acc i doubt anybody will ever love me like that ever again and think i’m perfect the way he did cause HE WAS JUST A NAIVE LIL KID LOOOOOOOOOOOOL LIKE I’M NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO CONVINCE SOMEONE AGAIN

idkm when everybody told me about prom the day/week after and about how apparently he was hoeing it up and idk i didn’t care at ALL cause i knew he loved me and that was better than whatever they were getting

 but yeah this was all triggered partly cause i saw him for the last time in my life on friday and like i don’t feel anything for him like that’s not it i’d like to make that clear LOOOL like i honestly don’t know him, we’re strangers but yeah like i said i don’t think i’m ever gonna do better LOL rip it’s acc sad

idkm i just like had one last glance while we were in the gym and i was mid convo with zaibaa but my mind thought of the convos we had about how he wanted to wear (a wool suit or something i don’t rly remember??) on gr12 commencement and i was like damn the day is here and well now it’s gone and yah LOL I’M SO SCARED THAT MY LIFE IS ONLY GOING DOWN HILL FROM HERE

my friends all asked me how rye eng is and stuff and i told everybody it’s lit but like that doesn’t mean anything i mean HELP IN FOUR YEARS i’m gonna be expected to be an acc adult and IDK WTF IM GONNA DO i feel so afraid cause up until then ill always have had known what/where i was expected to be next and it’s not gonna be like that :( life fucking sucks

also idkm i just hate that i suck so much like acc we can’t even fix it it’s just my lack of confidence and tendency to say the STUPIDEST shit and like slow ass brain and bitch face LOOOOOOOL like a combination of all of that is why i suck sm 

#personal #the only happiness i have is from my v rewarding friendships but like EVERYBODY IS GONNA GROW UP AND I'LL JUST HANG OUT HERE BEING A LOSER #FOREVER?????

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MAYA I TRUSTED YOU

WHAT WOULD WILL POWERS SAY

ok he'd probably be like ‘hehe; guess I'm falling further into obscurity thats cool i was never amazing in the first place’

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“theres only one!”

...that is rare

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“i traded my watch to my kooraheenese friend! it plays the steel samurai theme when it goes off!”

I SMELL A CHEKOVS GUN

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“it sounds just like the steel samurai theme”

“no it doesn't!”

mayas right, it doesn't sound like the steel samurai's theme. 

it sounds BAD.

seriously i feel like my soul is physically rejecting it 

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put your arms akimbo at me again young lady and ill push you into your magic soul pool.

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“that whole séance thing makes trials completely different”

meh

speaking of trials, we’re back to trials! ya–– i dont want to deal with nahyuta

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“you have to pitch your terrible crossover!! i won't let you down”

as much as i disapprove of the crossover let it be known that phoenix is a sweetie pie.

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“The sacred murder dagger was used to murder someone?!?!??! BLASPHEMY!!!”

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“The lowest level of hell; the Hell of Tickling” IM KINKSHAMING KOOORAHEENISM

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“They shall not escape on their /redtext/ Freedom Express today!”

she did it yaaaaayy!

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U R DIARHOEA!!! KOORAHEEN!!!

well i

i cant argue....

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oh god no t voice acting again

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LOL YOU CAN SKIP IT AHAHHAHHA

AND THE DANCE TOO HJDSJSFAKJ

guess its not *that* important eh

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the entire court just called phoenix a shithead. 

i mean people say “Polkhunka” when theyre surprised, and the term is “polkhunan”. so yeah. either hellion, or shithead. nice.

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phoenix: this makes no sense 

me: ooh i cant wait for the bullshit excuse!! 

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Well ill be damned to tickle-hell. Rayfa’s a television aerial. 

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oh i see how they did that. i guess spirit visions have steady-cam?

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.........he ran right into it

dude why 

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i just love this. “yes he ran directly at the killer, to fight them! with his arms flailing in terror!! it might look stupid and fake but actually it’s kooraheen’s biggest martial art, RonDeliteFu!”

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every time Rayfa does her hand-flinging-out pose i mistake her sash for a stick and i keep thinking she’s a muppet 

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“we can’t let the special fires go out, so we make sure to remove the glass around them every year on top of a window mountain so that a woman can um...... walk around it i guess.”

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i hate to admit it but these stupid pond vision things are really stumping my blind ass

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i stg pohlkunka is the stupidest sounding made-up expletive ive ever heard

id rather heard cowabunga every time something shocking happens for godssakes

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“wow he really does care about ema”

hey show dont tell lol

“i cant believe he's come to understand their value”

uhhh well

they stated that they still hold investigations despite their magic pool parties, so uhhhhhhh yeah???? forensic investigators are usually pretty helpful??

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since Sadmad’s catchphrase appears to be ‘putrid’, i keep reading ‘purification rite’ as ‘putrification rite’

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i cant believe they did a “what if... (EXTREME CLOSE UP ZOOM) PLOT TWIST?!”

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STOP SAYING PUTRID

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oh hey its dirty hobo man! ...also i guess the ‘sexy pan up shot’ is for every new character :/

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hobo rangers go...

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...Nahyuta named him A’nohn Ihmus. A’nohn Ihmus.

Well that just cements my idea that Kooraheenians are just a bunch of Americans that stole a landmass and made up a phony baloney culture. 

It has been confirmed that they are legitimately just taking english words and ‘kooraheenifying’ them.

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“i used my binoculars to spy on the rite at the inner sanctum”

A’nohn is just as perverted as his namesake from Tuhmbl’r

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“Feh. I knew you were a fool...” 

Cue Franziska crashing her plane into the court room to yank on Sadmad’s braid to scold him for taking her word.

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“shall be reborn as a witless sea urchin with barbs limited to your posterior”

ok well sadmad, sea urchins asses are next to their mouths... on the bottom of them. completely opposite to the, uh, you know. Spiky part.

So I’m not sure if that serves to strengthen your point or just make you look like a moron

i mean i guess it served to enhance sadmad’s point since phoenix’d be totally smooth and unprotected, but then he wouldn’t even reach adulthood so that sea otter wouldn’t come in too early and...

...he just said phoenix will be reborn as not only mentally slow but also physically deformed.

...uh... nice one, sadmad.

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AND MAYA PULLED A REACHAROUND ON THE PRIEST 

YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST FROM THE HOLY MONK, GUYS

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to be fair, she could have stabbed him with a reverse-grip or not; one doesn’t have to hold their hand at any particular to perform a reach around 

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oh well at least the contradiction is incredibly obvious 

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at least hobo ranger has an excuse to use words like “bucko”

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i hate that,,,, theres a rule against climbing the mountains during the rite. that means that there have been perverts of yore who tried to spy on the lady changing 

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hes gonna see her shad–– (sigh)

yknow, i dont think shadows are detailed enough to know which way someone is holding a knife.

also moonlight isn't that bright 

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DWAAYYYYMMMN

sasquatch’d!!

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ok so... does happiraki mean “hello” or “hooray!” because its been used it both contexts 

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i just realized that the Plumed Punisher theme song sounds like one of those posts where someone takes a recognizable song and fucks with it in a silly way, like pitch shifting it at awkward moments or changing the key

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i cannot believe i have to use a fucking walkthrough for this game. I'm disgusted with myself. I'm better than this.

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“no one was allowed in there and the only way up were the stairs!”

ah yes, the unguarded stairs surrounded by people who had their heads down. in prayer.

totally impenetrable. 

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“What?! This is insane!!” no no, phoenix, youre doing it wrong. you have to say “this”, then sadmad has to say “is” and then the judge has to yell “insaaaaane!!” because its funny when one person says one word of a sentence each!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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‘rah rah sis boom bah, fight, fight, phoenix wright!!”

um excuse me maya who gave you the right to be cute

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why does sadmad only have one hand-guard-glove thingy

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“my bag of bluffs” is an interesting and long way to say “ass”

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they put... a maximum security prison... on top of their holy mountain. they put their criminals... on top of their. holy mountain.

they put a jail. in a church. in fact they put it higher up... closer to... god. 

what the fuck. the fourth one. only accessible by helicopter.

who was smoking what when they decided this???

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(sigh) mmmmm id been waiting to use that patchwork quilt

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“hell of hangnails”

not as fetishy but still pretty–– actually you know what that sounds kinda fucked up. isn't that just kinda G rated torture anyway 

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wow that incredibly obvious lie deserves the terrible pursuit theme??

maybe its the last one (i hope)

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“are you the rebel hunter!!??!?!?!??”

um well no, unless the rebel hunter is a criminal. jackass.

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...cutting dirty deals with criminals, are we, sadmad?

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“haha, the fact that the third person at the scene was a wanted criminal destroys your theory that it was the rebel hunter Keera that killed the high priest!!”

...wow... gosh i was wrong... and the fact that a wanted criminal was actually at the scene... doesn’t help me at all... because once i said that one person didi it, it couldn’t possibly be someone else... oh no... i guess it was Maya who did it... for reals... not the.... wanted criminal....

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...hang on, his little power rangers dance was the defiant dragons dance? how... did nobody notice this?? sadmad really was colluding with criminals wasn’t he. gosh. what a trustworthy guy.

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phoenix: oh no!! his testimony was a lie!!

oh no! the testimony that did nothing but damage your case was a lie!!! 

??????

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sadmad: get him!

hobo ranger: (does a little hop and daintily scurries off)

sadmad: ... (takes a good five leisurely seconds to stop the background music) put everyone on high alert. i want everyone after that guy

that guy who just. skipped out of a courtroom. past hundreds of crazy people and several bailiffs. 

haha... the kooraheenes police. to quote phelous... THEY’RE THE BEST!

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“what was the point of all that, anyway?”

search me, phoenix.

“well, i cant help but feel that entire episode was an enormous waste of time”

hey capcom? hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it better. it just amplifies how much it sucks.

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“yes! i recognized that piece of paper because it looks exactly like the piece i have! thats covered in blood and unrecognizable!!!”

...nice

OH AND ITS THE PERFECT FIT TO COVER THE BLOODSTAIN WELL ISNT THAT JUST FUCKIN SERENDIPITOUS 

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“the ignorant lawyer has not bothered to learn out language??”

well A) he's not an international attorney, B) he was on vacation, not studying abroad, and C) fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. you’re all speaking english all the time anyway, you bunch of fuckin phoneys 

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i stg sadmad if you say putrid one more time i’ll cram a rotten egg down your pasty white gullet and show you the meaning of the word 

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“the criminal could have only escaped if the high priest helped him out, so why would he kill him?”

hey sadmad? remember that thing about using your putrid brain? yeah, doesn’t take too big a leap to realize that you might’ve just proved phoenix’s ‘idiot theory’ right. maybe the priest um... was a rebel??? who was going to do just that??? and the rebel killer offed his sorry ass?

perhaps, o foolish prosecutor, you should think before you open your rancid lips... lo, in your ignorance, you will be cast down to the hell of those who are kind of stupid....... the hell of perpetual fart smell. there you shall inhale the decomposing winds of ten thousand and one accursed mihtama, while fart fetishists gaze on in envy... 

oh wow i didnt even need to go on that spiel, he just admitted it straight up. but yeah, apparently when Lady Kee’ra impersonator kills a rebel, it’s A-OK. But when Maya kills a rebel, well, fuck, she’s a foreign bitch, execute her!!

also the way he said it seems to imply that he knew all along so uh

maybe people should start suspecting this guy. he seems to... know a lot of rebel criminals.

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every time sadmad shakes his head i wanna break his neck

man i remember being annoyed at edgeworth in the first game and wanting to hop my desk and rough him up, but never wanting to physically maim or kill him. you suck, sadmad. 

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WE GOT IT, FOLKS!! WE GOT THE ASSAULT!! IT’S UM, IT’S SUPERNATURAL FORCE ASSAULT THIS TIME. 

FUCK BIRDS AND SWORDS, I GUESS? ACTUAL MAGIC IS THE WAY TO GO?

hey sadmad; tickling? bondage? can we... keep that out of the courtroom please?

also “oh no! i can’t point my finger!!” phoenix cries, forgetting that he has two arms. i guess capcom won’t spring for more than one sprite tho haha

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“the keera we saw was the statue draped in the sacred robes!”

with a... knife sticking out, apparently. ok..?

also gosh, maya’s really fast, tiptoeing around the abbot, draping the costume just so, then tiptoeing back around? like lightning she is!!

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he just cut off his own theme song.

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“she used her fiendish tricks to fool the court room”

which didn’t work at all if you remember the beginning of this court so fuck you?

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“she sought to use the divination seance to mislead us!”

good going, pointing out an absolutely massive flaw in your country’s legal system, sadmad.

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i cant believe we had a flashback for absolutely no other reason than Sadmad to gloat. I FILE FOR A MISTRIAL ON GROUNDS OF MISUSE OF FLASHBACKS.

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please oh god just let it end i dont have enough space in my stomach for any more ulcers

i can’t stand hearing him say let it go one more time please I'm begging you

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oh no... phoenix has failed... he’s going to die... it’s really going to happen...

just get to the surprise witness or whatever already

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oh thank god. love you, headband guy

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“the dagger bears the finger prints of maya fey!”

wow. the police suck major ass at catching running people, but their finger print checking speed is second-to-none. ...either that or they waited a while before telling people about a dead body.......

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oh gosh!!! its totally maya!!! she arrived 2 years ago and so did lady keera and 

yeah no. it’s not her. 

but even if it was, kinda awkward there, sadmad? she’s um. kind of a hero to you.

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i dont get it why is everyone freaking out. i thought the keera impersonator was considered some kind of vigilante hero? why is it suddenly bad when they “find out” it’s maya? is it because she isn't kooraheenees?

I'm honestly really confused. everyone was rooting for the masked defender one moment, but now that its maya, it’s murder?? 

seriously what the fuck. like the gallery was legit going “ah!! lady keera has come back to save us from the rebels!”

and then its like “its not divine its some foreign bitch in a cloak” and now its like SERIAL KILLER. also, nice. we’ve never been allowed another day in court because there was a second charge racked up. awesome. (with the possible exception of Ron Delite, tho he was changing his charge)

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sadmad can go choke on his own braid and the gallery can lick their own hypocritical asses. i can’t believe i stayed up till 2 am to finish this section.

#sulking over SOJ #soj spoilers obvs] #it just keeps getting better........ and better..........