#okay thay exchange was absolutely adorable

[quetzalpapalotl]

Disorganized rambles about Earthspark under the cut, short version is that it was literally perfect and then it did a Thing and I'm weird about it

As I said after watching the first ep, I'm way more interested in the not-kids, than on the kids. That being said they didn't get annoying or boring at any point. Mo and Robby are okay, they're cute, but I truly love seeing Twitch and Thrash exploring their unique identities. The children have some dialogue that feels off to me and the emotional link makes me a bit uncomfortable at time but eh, i can live.

Twitch is my favorite, there is no contest. She is my daughter and I love her. I love thay she's the "goody two-shoes" but she's still fucking unhinged. Bless her.

I did not expect to become so endeared to Alex but he is also great. He's so earnest and tries so hard to connect with his family and his interactions with Bee are fantastic. I loved seeing their relationship develop.

BEE!! My boi, I adore him. He still feels younger than Optimus while clearly contrasting with the terrans as someone more adult and a war veteran. It's a good look on him. I feel like I liked his dialogue best, it flows really nice. I wonder what's going on with him. The fact that he has to be hidden from GHOST and that he wants to be a hero "again", makes me think he may have messed up an caused human casualties. Or maybe is a situation like IDW1 Jazz shooting a cop in live television. Either way, I'm excited for more of him.

Dot, the star of the show. Everything about her is so interesting. She steals the show every time she's on screen. Her interactions with the Cybertronians are the best. I want to learn everything about her adventures with Megatron. Really, giving him a human companion was the most galaxy brain thing the writers pulled.

Megatron is fucking perfect oh my god. He has all the presence and charm and he cares about his Decepticons SO MUCH. He truly just wants them all to live in peace and knows the only way for that to be possible is to get along with the humans. It makes sense why he is so concerned about their image. This man has his priorities straight unlike all the others Megs sqvbdysd The other major difference with them being that he clearly sees humans as people, as his relationship with Dot shows.

And omg Nova Storm (or was it Skywarp) asking if it's too late to be Autobots and Frenzy (she's a girl!!!!!!!) saying they're free and don't have to follow Soundwave. Megatron is not off, it shows the Cons are also tired and want peace.

Optimus, my beloved!! He's great in this, so earnest and awkward. He truly just wants to do the right thing, but struggles with what the right thing is and how to live in peacetime. I always love that on him. He's trying his best but needs a check sometimes and dear lord, GHOST sure are sketchy.

The megop is ofc great, I am being fed. Love their banter. Love how they feel so familiar now. Love how Megatron spoke high of Optimus to Dot and still takes any chance to make fun of him. Love that you can see what Megatron has learned from Optimus, but that he still has room to set him straight. I was telling Squiggle I low key regret not pushing the megop gift exchange further so that people could ask for ES prompts, but we were already so late with it sshjdhe.

Absolutely adoring jock!Elita. With this and the Go Go Go manga it feels like a theme now and I hope it continues. As I suspected, she's not actually OP's love interest and I'm glad she has now escaped that role to be a character on her own. Hope she gets a focus episode later on cuz she had relatively few screentime.

I am so so happy with Arcee. Flavour-wise she feels like a mix of IDW and Cyberverse, which is truly not something I ever expected to see. But like that time I ate a blue cheese chocolate, it is a unique and interesting flavor.

Wheeljack was fucking adorable.

Mandroid is a good villian. He reasonably hates the robots for bringing their war here and he's gonna deal with that by causing more war. The hypocrisy is nice and it makes a good contrast with Megatron. Doubt he's actually dead since he still has to fill some narrative potential. That is, they wouldn't allude to his past with Alex if that's not gonna come up later.

But oh man, with Mandroid, GHOST and cons like Soundwave and Starscream, there's seems like there's a lot of antagonists to deal with. I hope that means the show will run past the first 26 eps.

So I was having the time of my life and then we got to that episode and I was like "they aren't going to create more Terrans right now, are they?" And they did, and it didn't get better. And I felt so viscerally uncomfortable I considered stopping watching altogether. Because I have weird issues and they're always children related.

It's something about the carelessness of creating new life deliberately, coupled with the fact that these Terrans are being created explicitly as memebers of the Malto family and no one asked Dot if she wanted more children and how Twitch and Trash inclusion to the family dynamic had felt so organic up until now, and now it all feels like, like, ugh, Milan Kundera, you're the only one who understands me. It's feel like it's too soon. The dynamics had been so well-balanced until now and I worry how they're gonna handle these 3 new additions.

And I know this is just me being weird (ok, I do think giving Dot more kids without asking her is not fucking cash money). And this choice makes sense narratively. The Terrans are the way to take the Transformer-human relationships where they need to go so more would have to come eventually, and the Terrans are still a secret, so given the status rn there can only be more if they are also members of the Maltos. And really the show has been so good at handling every other dynamic, it can be trusted to manage the newer inclusions to the main cast.

I do hope I can get over myself because I like literally everything else about the show SO MUCH and I don't want to stop watching. But it was hard to sit through the last parts. Shsshgwhd is that thing Polyhexian makes fun of about how I will read their most uncomfortably personal sex trauma fic but I won't touch their robot children with a pole. Why am I like this?

#quetzal rambles tf

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

“Ready to go?”

“Poor handsome man in his suit… And that was a random compliment,” she giggles, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. “Yes, please, let’s go back to our temporary home. I’m still chilly and very sleepy and I want cuddles from my man.”

"I am more than willing to cuddle." he responds with a smile.

James notices Anne yawning and she leans heavily on his side for the elevator ride down to the lobby and through the doors to the street. He quickly grabs and taxi and gives the driver directions to drop them off at the Savoy. By the time the cab has pulled away from the curb, Anne is asleep on his shoulder. Conrad folds up his suit jacket and tucks it under her head to act as a pillow.

When they arrive at the hotel, he contemplates waking her but can't bear the thought, so instead he gently lifts her out of the car and carries her into the hotel lobby. He sees a familiar face at the front desk.

"Amelia, could you help me with the doors?" he smiles. The young girl nods and follow James, still cradling Anne in his arms to the elevator, punching the buttons for him. The ride up is awkward with Amelia finally clearing her throat.

"The resemblance really is..."

"... striking?" James raises an eyebrow and grins. "So I have been told."

"She's lucky to have you." Amelia smirks as Anne tucks herself against Conrad's chest.

He sighs looking down at her. "It is rather the opposite, Amelia. I am lucky to have her. So very lucky."

The doors slide open and with swift steps he carries Anne down the hall. Amelia opens the door with a key and Conrad pushes it open with his shoulder. "Thank you, Amelia. For everything."

"My pleasure. If you need any additional assistance..."

"... I'll give you a call."

The door clicks shut and James moves to lay Anne on the bed, stripping her dress off and carefully dressing her in pajamas. "Sleep well, darling." He tucks the covers around her and kiss her forehead and lips before readying himself for bed, slipping under the sheets himself and pulling Anne's back tight against his chest. - J.C.

The next morning she stirs with a groan, shifting slightly in bed. Bed? Confusion furrows her brow as she opens her eyes to see that somehow she made it into the hotel room. Anne doesn’t remember that journey at all; the last thing she recalls is climbing into a cab with James.

But James is so comfortable tucked against her back and legs, willing her muscles to relax with the heat of his body seeping through her pajamas. It was rare that she even slept with those considering how quickly and often they jumped each other’s bones. Her heavy eyes close and she reaches behind her to gently rub his hip, trying to rouse him just enough to extract herself from his grip without waking him up.

“Handsome man... You gotta let me go so I can order us breakfast,” she hums in a soft sing-song, truly not wanting to move but knowing they can’t spend the entire day in bed. And her body is desperately crying out for a glass of water.

#rp #jc anon #james conrad rp #okay thay exchange was absolutely adorable #and so heartwarming #i am so soft right now #so many warm and fuzzies

[nctsjiho]

Official

warnings: none

era: July 2021

❀ Some people just don’t enjoy relationships getting teased as much as others

“Okay so you two had your first date-” “JiHo’s first date.” Lucas corrected Ten, showing off one of his cheeky grins when he noticed aforementioned girl glaring at him. “Okay let me quickly clear things up. It was NOT a date-” “That’s not what you told me.” Lucas wiggled his brows at JiHo, who seemed to lose her patience with every second. Just in time, Lucas moved away from her before she could hit him.

Kun and Xiaojun just fondly smiled at the duo while Ten and Yangyang impatiently waited to continue interrogating them.

The whole of WayV - plus JiHo and minus Winwin, who was still in China - were all gathered together in Kun, Ten and Yangyang’s dorm, talking about anything and everything they could think of. Somehow the topic of JiHo and Lucas’ surprise “date”, even if JiHo refused to call it that, that happened a few weeks prior came up and soon enough everyone turned to the two who, in Yangyang’s words, were “conveniently sitting next to each other”. JiHo only rolled her eyes at his words. She was too late in trying to steer the attention away from her, so she decided to keep her focus on her phone while the others blabbered nonsense.

“Are you guys official now?” Ten asked, his excitement showing clearly in the way his eyes jumped between Lucas and JiHo and how his fingers tapped his knee. “Ahh~ Oppa! It’s not like that.” JiHo whined exasperated. “I would believe you, but wasn’t yesterday like your third date now?” The older boy poked, cheeks almost hurting from how much he was grinning.

JiHo turned to look at Lucas who was just smiling at her. “It’s just because he was in China for a while, so I like hanging out with him as much as I can before we get busy.” “What about us?” Yangyang asked, feigning offence. “I hang out with you guys too! But none of you ever ask me to hang out. Lucas does.” “Oh- Isn’t it ‘Lucas oppa’ for you? I see you’re on first name basis now.”

At Yangyang’s teasing, JiHo turned her head slowly towards the boy, her eyes turned into small slits. A nervous chuckle escaped the boy’s lips before JiHo jumped from her position to him and grabbed him into a chokehold. “Liu Yangyang.” She whispered dangerously into his ear. The boy quickly started tapping JiHo’s arm to let him go. And she did. Reluctantly.

The other 5 men in the room just laughed at the two youngest teasing and play-fighting with each other.

Once the two had settled a bit, JiHo turned to Lucas one more time. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” Lucas' smile only brightened when he noticed the small pout on the girl’s lips. His heart melted and he reached out a hand to pat her hair. “I’m sorry.” He then turned to Ten, his hand still remaining on top of the girl’s head, continuing to pat and ruffled her hair softly. “She’s right though. We’re not official.” “Yet.” Xiaojun added with a smirk on his face, eliciting another laughing fit from the boys when they saw JiHo roll her eyes.

“Okay, okay…” Ten said between laughs, trying his hardest to calm down. “First date, lots of gifts, pictures, even nicknames.” He listed. Ten looked back up with a grin JiHo wasn’t excited to see. “So when’s the first kiss happening?” “FIRST KISS?”

Kun stood up and threw a pillow towards the laughing Thai boy. “They’re too young for that!” When it was clear to him that his laughter wasn’t going to stop soon, he threw another pillow and left the room with a scoff and a chuckle he tried to hide as much as possible.

Xiaojun and Yangyang had already joined Ten with their laughter. Clutching their stomachs and mumbling nonsensical things between their uneven breaths.

Lucas had a small smile on his face, but it quickly fell once his eyes landed on JiHo. Just a few seconds earlier she had yelled the same words as Kun did. Now her eyes landed on none other than Hendery, who had been quiet for most of the conversation. His eyes were in exchange locked onto JiHo’s. He, even though no one else really noticed, had also uttered those words in disbelief.

Lucas felt his stomach twist uncomfortably as he watched the intense staring match go down. To him it looked like the two weren’t even registering that the other was looking right back at them. It was interesting - or at least confusing - to Lucas, because for the past weeks JiHo and Hendery hadn’t talked, let alone looked at each other, for more than was necessary as to not cause any “suspicion”.

Not wanting it, whatever that staring contest was about, to last any second longer, Lucas placed his hand on JiHo’s shoulder consequently snapping her out of her trance and making her snap her head back to face him. “Don’t worry about Ten hyung. He’s just joking around.” He smiled at her. Her eyes wavered for a split second before she nodded her head. “Ah~ Yeah I know. Just surprised me, that's all.” She tried to mirror his smile, only producing an awkward one of her own, but even that was absolutely adorable to Lucas.

They continued to look at each other for a few seconds, even though JiHo seemed very distracted before Lucas turned to the group and grabbed his phone. “Okay! What do you guys want to eat, I’ll order for us.” Xiaojun and Yangyang quickly regained their composure at the mention of food and started throwing out some suggestions.

Ten watched as JiHo leaned her head against Lucas’ left bicep, peering over his arm to the food delivery app on his phone and uttered a small “They’re cute,'' blissfully unaware of Hendery’s empty stare at the same couple.

#jiho.writings #nct 24th member #nct addition #nct imagines #nct female member #nct extra member #nct additional member #nct female addition #kpop!addition #kpop!oc

[mammonruinedmylife]

Hi, could you please write for me for the brothers and undateable characters from obey me what will they do to MC who got sick because covid 19? Hehe... now i got sick because of covid 19, but i will be fine. Now just feel bored and a little lonely. Thank you

So usually I write up to 7 characters, and even though I was planning to break it into two parts, I had some free time so I wrote it all :P

Also let's say that since the brothers are demon they can't catch the disease.

The demon brothers + undateables with a MC who's infected with COVID19 (and needs a blood test)

Thank you for requesting, I hope you'll like it and you'll get better soon :)

Lucifer:

Really worried about MC, he knows how fragile human can be, and for that he'll make sure you rest and take any medication the doctors gives you

He won't hesitate to use force if needed to make them take care of themselves

For every doctor appointment, he'll be here. (maybe not in the examination room, but will still accompany MC) asking the doctor about their state, what needs to be done and so on

He'll text MC to check on them way more often now. They can expect him to send a message every 2 hours or whenever he has some free time during his hectic day

Now at some point when MC needs a blood test or some injection, he'd definitely be there if he can.

This man doesn't fear needles or blood at all. Being a demon, he even actually enjoys the sight of it, but in that context he'd take no pleasure. Especially if MC is afraid

They shouldn't even try to escape it, cause Lucifer would make absolutely sure that it is done.

Mammon:

Extra worried and dramatic

He acts like it's not a big deal but he'd be even more clingy than usual

He honestly doesn't and can't make the difference between a simple cold and coronavirus. If his human is sick, he's going to be worried anyways

I said Lucifer would text them regularly? Expect even more from Mammon. He won't directly ask how are they doing, but instead send some random messages.

MC better answer quickly or else he'll start panicking and spamming them (even maybe calling them too)

This man is hella dramatic. Even though he doesn't mind much the blood, he definitely is scared of needles. That's why MC won't get much confort from him if they are scared too, because Mammon is probably going to be more afraid than they are…

Even maybe expect him to screech when the needle enters their skin

Levi:

Attentive but not as dramatic as his older brother would be…

Or that's what he lets people think

Whenever MC coughs once or does literally anything he'd look it up on internet to know whether it is normal or not.

*furiously typing* "WHAT IS THE NORMAL AMOUNT OF SNEEZE FOR A HUMAN"

The perfect buddy if they're bedridden.

He has tons of anime/drama to watch and thousands of videos games to play with MC. If they are too tired to play though, he'd still stay by their side while playing and comment the game. Live streaming on another level.

He isn't afraid at all of needles or blood. So if MC happens to be, he'll probably laughs a bit at them

"LOL normie, you're really afraid of that?"

Probably even takes a picture secretly because their scared face is somehow cute to him

Satan:

Does intense researches about COVID and what needs to be done. Even looks for a spell or a potion that might cure it.

The man probably knows more about the disease than MC themselves

Staying in touch with Human's news on the matter, he'll want to stay informed to help MC as much as he can.

He'd incite MC to rest as much as they can if they really need to. He knows it can be quite boring so he'll keep them company whenever he is free to do so.

He'd watch some detective shows with them, or even read out loud some books

Just like Lucifer, he doesn't fear blood or needles and is probably one of the best to reassure MC if they are anxious about it.

He remains calm and composed, even though he is very careful and watching every move of the nurse / doctor

Asmo:

Somehow anxious but will never show it. Most likely not to make MC worry about it too.

I think he'd be the kind of guy to be even more cheerful and talkative when he worries, so MC will have to deal will an energetic Asmo

He'll stay with them all the time, or when he has things to do, he'll keep sending messages or sharing some posts / pictures to MC (obviously expecting an answer that'd show they are okay)

He'll become their personal esthetician, pampering them all.the.time

Like the first-born, he doesn’t mind needles or blood (usually this is even a slight turn-on, but what isn't? ) though in that context, he wouldn't be pleased to see MC worried or in discomfort.

Very tactile, he probably is holding their hand or caressing their cheek the whole time of the blood test

Beel:

Worried cutie boyo

He's probably the one who shows the most his concern

He doesn't really get what COVID is and why it is a bigger deal than a regular sickness, but for sure he knows that it has to be treated seriously

Always texts them to know if they need something or not. If MC still has some appetite, he'd be the best snack maker.

Like for real, they'd have a personal chef

Also special bodyguard. If his brothers won't leave MC alone when they're too tired, he'd yeet them out of the room as fast as they came.

Doesn't mind needles or blood in general either… He is a demon after all (and he also doesn't mind eating raw meat, so blood really isn't a problem with him)

He probably never got or saw a blood test before so he'd be even more worried about it. He'll come only if MC asks though and he'd gladly try to reassure them

Belphie:

Part of the "I worry but I'll never admit it nor show it" squad

Suddenly MC would have Belphegor napping all the time in their room

"Your bed is more comfortable than mine" he says. Come on Belphie, no need to use lame excuses. We all know you just want to keep an eye on MC

Brings all his fluffiest pillows and blankets for the best naps with them.

Honestly Belphie is the king of resting and naps. If MC becomes tired because of the illness, he is the man.

Also secretly texts Beel to come and tag along ( and to bring food as well)

His sadistic ass loves blood and needles. However, I doubt he'd truly enjoy it if MC is anxious or terrified. He'd look at the nurse with his glaring eyes that scream "Don't mess up or you'll regret it"

Diavolo:

I can imagine him using all his reputation and power to find the best doctors and healers for MC, even if their state is not that bad

He doesn't know exactly the scale of importance of the diseases for humans - so to him everything is serious, even a regular cold.

Comes to check on MC whenever he can (and whenever he ditches work) If not, he'll call them once in a while - the man is very busy and besides he's got Lucifer to keep him informed of the situation.

Makes sure to always know the results of the exams. Since he initiated the exchange program, he is responsible of their health

When they need a blood test, he'd rather let one of the brother (preferably Lucifer) go with MC, but if they ask for him, he'll make sure to clear his schedule.

Doesn't particularly care about needles or blood. Doesn't love or hates them.

I don't think blood test would be that common in the devildom, he probably has seen the procedure maybe once or twice, but that's it. That's why he'd watch carefully, standing in the corner of the room silently with his arm crossed.

Barbatros:

Most likely the one who'd bring any medication or potions they'd need

Isn't afraid or that worried. He believes his Lord will do anything he can to keep MC healthy and thay he'll manage to do so.

Very sadistic - he absolutely adores the sight and smell of blood, same for needles.

But in the context of that blood test, it'd be different of course. If he is here it'd mean either Diavolo or Lucifer asked him to attend, so he feels responsible of MC.

Watches everything with great care. He doesn't need to say a single word as his presence alone puts a lot of pressure on the nurse / doctor. They instinctively feel that they better not do something wrong, or else…

Simeon:

Regularly sends them messages to make sure they are okay. It must be difficult to be sick when you're away from home, in a world that isn't yours.

I'd like to think he has some angelic powers that can help with any pain or discomfort - even though it can't fully heal someone.

So he'd ask them whether or not they'd like his help.

He's asking Lucifer everyday about MC and if they need anything. He's honestly always willing to help.

He probably would send his notes to MC for the classes they both attend

Doesn't fear needles, but blood might make him a bit uncomfortable. However, he won't show that to MC in order not to make them feel anxious.

Luke:

Just like Mammon, he is super worried but will try not to show it at all cost (though he fails miserably)

He would probably bake a lot. First of all to deal with his own emotions and then to make a kind gesture to MC

Probably make a "Get well soon" cake

Honestly, between Beel and him - MC would be really spoiled and would be full with sweets ( good thing for their mental state, not so good for their health though…)

He absolutely hates and fears blood and needles. He might even faint watching the nurse taking blood. For both his and MC's sake it'd be better not to ask him to be there

Solomon:

Concerned, but not overly worried

Like Simeon, he'd check from time to time on them, asking if they need something or not

Also would probably know a few spells to help with the fever or anything else.

I can imagine him asking Luke to help him bake something for MC…

Let's just say Simeon and Luke found something to prevent that from happening…

Solomon doesn't fear needles or blood and is pretty much okay with both. The sorcerer doesn't fear much things in fact

If MC really has a phobia for one of these or both, he'd ask if they want him to cast some spell on them. (something that'd give the same effect as the laughing gas. I'm honestly not sure if you call it like that in English tho, forgive me 🤐)

#Obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #Shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #Obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #Obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #Obey me simeon #Obey me Luke #Obey me solomon #obey me headcanons

[airis-paris14]

Starlight 6

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who’s spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T’Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

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“So where are you going?” Madiyson pestered her friend. It was 4:30 and Amani knew T’Challa would be here in exactly an hour. She quickly picked up the pace. She still had to take down her twist out and style it. “He said he’s just taking me out to dinner and then a surprise after.” Amani stood up from her vanity and walked into the bathroom. Madiyson had kept her word and spent the night. “With a man like that, the surprise could be diamonds sis,” Madiyson exclaimed as she fell back on Amani’s bed. “I’m pretty sure it’s not diamonds,” the heiress laughed. “How do you know?” Madiyson sat up, watching her friend delicately untwist her strands of hair. “I don’t but I hope not. I’d have to give them back.” Amani shrugged. They sat in silence as Amani finished untwisting and fluffing her hair.

“You really like him don’t you,” Madiyson asked. Amani paused her search for her red silk headwrap. She glanced up at her friend, “I really do.”

“I can tell, you’re willing to give back diamonds,” Madiyson teased. “Shut up,” Amani laughed, throwing one of the headwraps at her. Diamonds had always been Amani’s favorite jewel and all of her friends knew it. It wasn’t that she owned a lot of diamonds, but she was very vocal about her love of jewelry. It wasn’t rare for her to get excited and show her friends a video from a jeweler’s Instagram. The only two diamonds she owned had been gifted by her parents. Her first diamond was a necklace gifted to her when she turned 16. The second was a pair of diamond drop earrings given to her on her eighteenth birthday. Her parents had continued the tradition for Amare as well, but it would be up to Amani to purchase the diamond for her 18th birthday that was coming soon. She made a mental note to start looking for diamond earrings.

“I just don’t want him to think I’m with him for what he can give me. We aren’t in an exclusive relationship, and most of the things he can give me, I could give myself. Gifts are for girlfriends and wives, and I’m not either.” Amani pointed. Finally locating her silk head wrap she began to tie up her curls into a red wrapped pineapple updo. “I understand,” Madiyson agreed walking over into Amani’s closet. “What are you wearing to dinner?” Madiyson called searching through hangers. “It’s in here with me,” Amani replied, laughing as she heard the hangers continuing to move. “Okay, I’ll see it when you get dressed… Girl! I should raid your closet more often!” Madiyson yelled.”

Amani shook her head and started to pull on her clothes. She grabbed her red bodysuit followed by a pair of navy blue and green silk pants edged with red trim. She finished the look with a dark green short coat and red heels. She grabbed her diamond earrings off of the bathroom counter and checked to make sure she was still wearing the necklace her parents had given her. She hadn’t taken it off since the day they passed. With earrings and necklace in place, Amani covered her lips in lipgloss and smiled at her outfit. She looked good, and she knew it. The black woman left her bathroom and walked out into the bedroom. She grabbed her matching clutch and checked her phone. 5:25 on the dot. “Girl can I borrow this dress some-” Madiyson stopped talking as she spotted her friend. “Okay, sis!” Madiyson cheered. “You look good.”

“Thank you,” Amani smiled, “And of course. It would look great on you.” Amani nodded towards the short beaded white dress in her friend’s hand. “Thank you,” Madiyson cheesed. “He should be here soon. You gonna drive home or you gotta work soon?” Amani asked as she and Madiyson headed towards the living room. “I’m going home. Marquis asked if I wanted to get drinks at 8.”

“Ooh, look at you,” Amani teased. “It’s just drinks between friends,” Madiyson blushed. “Sure,” Amani grinned, “It’s just drinks for now. Next week it’ll be a date, and you know I’m right.” Madiyson didn’t respond and Amani knew that she was right. The doorbell drew both of their attention. “He’s punctual,” Madiyson commented. Amani opened the front door and smiled at the sight of T’Challa. “Hi,” she breathed. “Hey,” he breathed back, his eyes drinking in the sight of the woman before him. “Come in,” Amani gestured. “Thank you,” T’Challa smiled. “T’Challa this is Madiyson. Madiyson, this is T’Challa.”

“Nice to meet you,” T’Challa shook Madiyson’s hand. “The pleasure is all mine,” Madiyson insisted, “I’ve heard so much about you-”

“Okay, we should probably get going. I’m sure T’Challa had reservations,” Amani interrupted her friend. Madiyson could never resist a chance to embarrass her friend. “Bye Madiyson,” Amani called as she and T’Challa headed out of the front door. “Have fun! I’ll lock up! Don’t bring home no babies.” Madiyson yelled front the front stoop and Amani mentally groaned.

“She seems nice,” T’Challa commented as he opened the car door for Amani. “She’s really sweet when she’s not trying to embarrass me,” Amani sighed as he closed her door. T’Challa laughed as he settled in the car beside her. “The king drives himself?” Amani raised an eyebrow. “I enjoy driving,” T’Challa laughed, “besides, this is the safest car in the world. I wanted to drive you myself without someone listening in on our conversations tonight.”

“And what’s on the conversation table tonight that so special?”

“You’ll just have to stick around and find out won’t you,” T’Challa teased. He smoothly backed out of her drive and pulled off into the city. “How’d you end up in Atlanta?” the king broke the silence. “I went to college in the AUC, Atlanta University Center, I went to Spelman.”

“What did you major in?” the king inquired. “I was an independent Major. Did a mixture of Documentary Filmmaking, History, writing, and hospitality.” T’Challa nodded, “Did you enjoy your time?”

“I adored it. I’m still friends with a lot of people I went to school with. Madiyson, went to Clark Atlanta. I met her at homecoming one year. It gave me a sense of self and confidence. None of my professors made me feel crazy for wanting to study all of my interests.” Amani reminisced. “Does your sister go to school there?” T’Challa slowed to a stop at a red light. “Nope. They didn’t have her major, so she ended up at MIT. That’s where she wanted to be, so I’m happy for her. She has to make her own decisions.”

“It’s good that you’re supportive.” T’Challa smiled, easing onto the gas as the light turned to green. “What about you? Did you go to college?” Amani asked.

“Yes. I actually went to school in the states.” T’Challa’s eyes twinkled. “Really, you probably went to Yale right?” Amani joked. “Not even close,” T’Challa laughed. “Well, where’d you go to school?”

“I went to Howard University.”

“You’re a lie. There’s absolutely no way.” Amani gasped. “Is it so hard to believe that I would fit in?” T’Challa frowned.

“No! No, I just meant that it seems impossible that you could go to school in the states and no one would know who you were. It seems like the media would have been all over that.” Amani clarified. “Oh. Well, it was not that difficult. Your country did not have much interest in Wakanda until my father passed. I’m the first king to open Wakanda up to the world. I didn’t really tell people who I was, and people didn’t really ask. They just knew I was a foreign exchange student,” the king shrugged. “If that ever gets loose people are gonna lose their ever-loving minds,” Amani laughed. “I’m genuinely surprised it hasn’t already. I’m not exactly hiding it,” the king chuckled.

“What was your major?”

“Physics and Engineering.”

“No politics or international studies?”

“It was a minor,” the king shrugged, “My father taught me everything I needed to know about running our country. I wanted to study something that I was interested in before I spent a life ruling a country,” T’Challa explained. Amani frowned, “You don’t like being a king?”

“It’s not really as simple as enjoying it. It’s a responsibility that I gladly accept. I enjoy working with my people. I enjoy traveling, I could do without all of the politics but it comes with the job description. The responsibility has been passed down through my family since the beginning of our country’s existence. I couldn’t really see myself doing anything else.”

“I can’t fully understand, but as long as you’re happy, I’m happy for you,” Amani smiled. “Thank you,” the king grinned. They fell into comfortable silence once more. T’Challa pulled into a valet station and parked the car. He got out and rushed around to help Amani out of the car. “Thank you,” the waitress smiled. The king handed his keys to the valet and walked with Amani into the restaurant. “I hope you like Thai food,” he placed his hand on her lower back as they approached the maître d'. “I love it,” Amani told him. They checked in and the host led them back to their table. They looked over the menu, ordered, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. “If you could go to any city in the world right at this moment, where would you want to go?” T’Challa suddenly sat up. He leaned forward looking Amani directly in the eyes. Amani sat back, releasing her straw back into her drink, “Any city I want?”

“Any city on any continent,” the king promised, his smile growing by the second. “Milan, Italy,” Amani responded, “for fashion week.”

“Fashion week is soon yes?” T’Challa asked, sitting back in his chair. “It sure is, My sister’s birthday is usually the week after. That’s how I remember when fashion week starts,” Amani laughed. “How old will she be?” “She’ll be 18 this year,” Amani sighed. “That isn’t a good thing?” T’Challa frowned. “It is, but it’s just a reminder she’s gonna leave me for good soon,” Amani frowned, “And 18 is a big birthday in our family.”

“How so?” the king inquired. “Well, 18 is the age of majority in the US. So in acknowledgment of us becoming an adult, my parents gave their last gift. When we turned 16, my parents gave my sister and me a diamond necklace. When I turned 18, they gave me a pair of diamond earrings. Amare had been excited about receiving her earrings since she turned 17. They had bought her necklace before they died, so I was able to give it to her, but I’ve gotta keep the tradition alive on this one.”

“That’s really sweet,” The king offered a small smile, “I’m sure she’ll love whatever you buy for her.

“I hope so.”

The conversation faded again as the couple enjoyed their food. The occasional comment on the food was the only conversation. “Amani,” T’Challa started once he finished his food, “I have really enjoyed spending time with you.” Amani blushed. The king pushed his plate back before continuing, “I know that there is a lot to overcome between us. The distance being the biggest problem, my job coming in a close second,” Amani and T’Challa chuckled, “But I would really like to make us work. As a couple. Officially,” T’Challa paused watching for Amani’s reaction. She took a deep breath as her smile grew across her face, “Me too,” the young woman nodded in response. T’Challa reached across the table and took her hand in his, “Amani Okeke, will you be my girlfriend?”

“It would be my honor, your majesty,” Amani laughed at T’Challa’s groan. “It’s just T’Challa to you, entle.” The king pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “What does that mean?” Amani soaked in the feeling of his hand against hers.

“It means beautiful in Xhosa, my native language.”

“I like it,” Amani giggled, looking up into his eyes. “I’m glad,” he stared back at her.

The waiter came back shortly and took away the new couple’s empty plates. T’Challa paid for dinner and happily escorted his girlfriend out into his waiting car. “I hope you enjoyed the food.” The king opened the door for Amani as she climbed in. “It was wonderful, thank you,” the young woman smiled as the king closed her door. “I am glad you enjoyed the meal.”

T’Challa pulled away from the curb and started the opposite direction from Amani’s house. “Where are you taking me?” Amani smiled, her eyes glued to the king as he ventured to the opposite side of the city. “It is a surprise.” He smirked as he cruised through a green light.

“Oh really?” Amani turned to face the window. “Can I have a hint?”

“No, no hints. Just accept the surprise.”

Amani frowned out the window, as T’Challa laughed. “I can see you pouting in the window.”

“I’m not pouting,” a smile crept back onto Amani’s face. “I can see it in the glass from all the way over here Amani-”T’Challa started. “I just want to know where we are going. I don’t like surprises,” Amani’s voice trailed off into a mumble. “You do not like surprises?” T’Challa glanced over at her. “No,” she fought back another smile. “So you would like for me to turn around and take you home? It is really a shame since we are so close to the surp-”

“No, don’t turn around,” Amani cried out stopping his hand from pulling over. The king laughed. “I won’t,”T’challa still pulled over into a parking spot off the curb. “We are already here.” The king smiled as he stopped the car. He got out and helped Amani out from her side. He squeezed her hand gently and didn’t let go. They walked up the street to a glass-front building. “An art gallery,” Amani smiled as she noticed people inside mulling around holding flutes of champagne. “Yes, I hope this is alright, I assumed that you like art from the work hanging in your house-”

“I do! I love art,” Amani reassured as the couple paused outside of the front door, “I just wasn’t expecting this, but I love it.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, dancing or a show, I don’t really know what I was expecting. I’m glad this is the surprise though, I truly am surprised, and happy.”

T’Challa nodded and escorted her in. Their hands swang together softly as they moved into the room. “I do not know much about the exposition, besides the fact that it is a collection of new African American artists. This gallery is my favorite in the city, they always do an amazing job.”

“They must have an amazing curator,” Amani affirmed as she gazed at some of the works in front of her. “One of the best. I buy a lot of pieces from this galley. They always seem to have something that I want.”

“Maybe I’ll find something new for myself or Amare,” Amani smiled at her date. The two meandered around the room, picking up some champagne as they perused. As they were talking and walking Amani’s attention was drawn to a painting that hung behind T’Challa’s head. Noticing her look the king turned over his shoulder to find what had caught her gaze and he smiled. “Do you like it?” He gripped her hand in his and walked her to the painting.

“I do. There’s just something about her gaze, and her hair. It’s like it’s people, then a city, but then I find myself just staring at her curls once more. There’s innocence, there’s pain, and there’s pride. It’s wrapped up in one, and it’s breathtaking.”

“You should buy it?”

“Where am I gonna put a bright red painting in my house T’Challa?”

“I don’t know, paint your bedroom red? Paint the Guest room red?”

“You really want me to buy this painting.” Amani turned to him. “No. Not if you do not want it, but you’ve bought two pictures for Amare for her birthday, and you have yet to buy one for yourself.”

“I’ve already started my collection, and I’ve got to save up for her birthday present. So maybe next time,” Amani shrugged but looked up at the painting. “I understand.” T’challa glanced over at his girlfriend before taking another sip of his champagne. “So I am going to buy it for you,” The king announced.

“T’Challa you don’t have to do that. You do not have to buy me gifts.”

“I know that I do not have to do anything, but I want to do this for you. Do you like this painting,” the king turned to face his girlfriend and took one of her hands in his free one. “I do,” she nodded back. “Then I am going to buy it for you, because your are my girlfriend and I want to treat you. You do so much for others, so let me do something for you.”

Amani nodded and smiled. The couple finished pursuing and purchasing their items. A few hours later they found themselves back on Amani’s front steps. “I had an amazing time tonight.”

Amani pushed the key in her lock as she smiled. The lock clicked opened and she invited T’Challa in. “I did too,” the young homeowner smiled, shrugging off her coat onto the couch before walking back over to T’Challa. He smiled at her, “I hope I an not to forward in asking this, but I am going to be taking Ada on a short vacation and I would like for you to come with us. We aren’t going to Milan unfortunately, but we are going to Paris. I am sure she would enjoy your presence as well.”

“Are you sure, I wouldn’t want to encroach on you all’s time together. I know it is limited since she is away at school and with Nanny’s-”

“Well,” T’Challa cleared his throat, “I have been doing some thinking and that is all going to be changing soon. The vacation is for the end of her school year, and next year, I have decided that she will be continuing her formal education with me in the palace. And her nanny will be retiring as well. I took your advice and realized that I wanted to spend quality time with my daughter and get to know her. Not be a stranger that she comes home to and calls her father. And she is only five, she probably will not even really remember this vacation and she loves having you around and we coul-” Amani cut off his rambling by pressing her lips to his. She melted into the kiss as his senses took over and he kissed her back. She pulled away slowly blinking her eyes, “If I can get off of work, I would love to tag along with you all,” She bit her lip and grinned.

“Great,” he nodded slowly, gazing back at her, “I’ll send you the details in the morning my love.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

T’Challa rested his forehead on hers. “Goodnight Amani,” The king smiled. “Goodnight,” Amani whispered. The father placed one last kiss on her lips before she let him out. Amani locked the door behind herself and grinned all the way up the stairs to take a shower.

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[kat-writes-haikyuu]

Matchup Exchange!

This is a matchup exchange with the lovely @herakosmos​ <3

sexuality: straight

zodiacs: sun;capricorn moon;leo rising;cancer

enneagram: 4w7

mbti: infj

height: 5’2-5’3 (ppl say i look taller than my actual height bc of my long legs)

(idk if this is necessary but) looks: straight waist length black hair+middle parted, dark brown orbs, tanned skin, im japanese&filipino, slightly plump lips, a sharp jawline, button nose, a slightly noticeable dimple on my right cheek and pierced ears w/ a cartilage on my right ear :)

body: curvier waist/bottom but flatter/slimmer on the top <\3

likes: popcorn & thai tea hehe, kpop & anime, reading, going to the beach (i live in hawaii+by a beach so i’ve grown to love the beach lmao) sometimes working out when i feel like it

dislikes: ESCALATORS, ppl who chew loudly and very gruesome stuff (i tend to shake a lot at the sight of it😭) and white sauce pasta

personality: i’d say im very shy and more awkward w/ strangers, but w/ friends im very playful & goofy! even though i hate it, most of my friends have told me i looked like a b*tch at first sight, but once they’ve actually hung out w/ me im very much the opposite. my sense of humor is dry and sarcastic. i tend to bottle up my feelings until i explode, but im working on that. im very caring for the ppl i love and can be quite stubborn when it comes to whos right & whos wrong (i always want to be right😭) im also a creative soul who has a passion for editing and fashion! i tend to work on spontaneous bursts of energies which i HATE bc i do want to get things done but never do at the end. overall i feel like im more of an introvert since i love staying in lmao

some more fun facts abt me is i want to become a fashion stylist in the future and want to become a good one. my love lang is words of affirmation! a guy who could make me blush and flustered is definitely my ideal type and ofc loyal!!

I match you with

Bokuto!

So, I didn’t even have to think about this

This goof ball would absolutely ADORE you! 

For starters, Capricorns and Virgos are really compatible!

He would absolutely love your height! Constantly using you as an armrest and calling you Shorty, Short Stuff, or Tiny

He would think that you cartilage piercing is awesome, and would consider getting one as well!

Bokuto loves seeing you smile and thinks your dimple is ADORABLE!

He cannot stop stop booping your nose! It just a cute little button!

When he learns how you like to workout on occasions, he will insist on taking you to the gym with him everyday...

Bokuto always makes sure the house is stocked up on popcorn 

1. For you guys’ movie nights

 and 

2. For your love of popcorn

You guys don’t really watch horror movies, but he will try to convince you! 

He may not be the biggest fan of reading, but he will definitely read some of your favorites if they’re not to long 

He loves that you feel comfortable around him to be playful and goofy, but that doesn’t mean his disliked when you were shy!

Bokuto wasn’t intimidated by you in the slightest, he didn’t really notice that you looked like a b*tch he’s kind of dense

He would go straight to emo mode after the first time you explode around him

He is so confused as to why you won’t talk to him about it, though he is happy that you are working on it! He just wants you to be happy!

Bokuto needs someone caring to help him when he gets hurt after doing something stupid

He understands you want to always be right! Its just like his want to win!

He admires your creativity and supports you 1000% in becoming a Fashion Stylist, and he thinks you will be the greatest one ever!

He probably would be the reason you can’t get anything done when you have a burst of energy he’s gonna drag into his dumb stuff

He doesn’t mind staying home, but he will try and get you come out more often

He will try his best to use words of affirmation, but he’s not the best with words, but he tries!

He would be extremely loyal to you, and would probably fluster you all the time, whether its on accident or on purpose depends on the situation

Thank you so much for doing this with me! I hope this was okay! Have a wonderful day! <3

[robintalley]

There are lots of adoring retrospective pieces going around about 10 Things I Hate About You right now, since it’s the movie’s 20th anniversary (yes, we’re all very old), which has been making me a little grumpy. My wife and I rewatched this movie last year (because I was thinking about writing a queer retelling of Taming of the Shrew at the time, an idea which I have since tabled, partly because this rewatch made me so uncomfortable), and it was that viewing that allowed me to finally put my finger on what had always bothered me about this one: for a movie that gets held up as being super feminist, it’s got an awful lot of misogynistic dialogue. 

Yes, it’s also full of witticisms about Sketchers and Shakespeare, and yes, it has a great soundtrack and amusing clothes, and yes, Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger had amazing chemistry and turned in fantastic performances, and yes, it was fantastic and perhaps mildly revolutionary that the conclusion seemed to be that Bianca should be more like Kat and not the other way around. And the reveal at the end that [spoiler] Kat slept with Joey three years before the events of the film is also probably mildly revolutionary, for a female protagonist in a teen movie in 1999. 

But let’s take a closer look at this script (quotes below are from this transcript). 

TL;DR: Sixteen Candles this movie’s not, but it isn’t the grand feminist treatise it gets held up to be either.

In most of the scenes featuring Kat (which is fewer of them than you might expect, given that an astonishing chunk of the movie’s screen time is devoted to Cameron making awkward faces), she delivers lots of witty comebacks. The comebacks themselves are great. The problem is the lines that set up her comebacks. It’s lovely to see her standing up for herself, of course, but it would be awesome if she didn’t have to do so quite so often. Especially considering that a lot of the time the person she’s standing up to is Patrick, who is presented to us as the hero and perhaps a bit of a feminist himself (we don’t know for sure, because the word feminist is only used once in the movie, by fellow-hero Cameron after he’s just finished searching Kat’s bedroom without her knowledge or permission and is reporting back to Patrick on what he found).

All of the lines below are spoken by the movie’s “good” guys, by the way. I didn’t include any quotes from the antagonist, Joey (the one who draws a dick on a kid’s face in the cafeteria).

Here’s how Patrick introduces himself to Kat (after being paid by Joey to do so, a fact which is in typical teen-movie style is concealed from Kat until the climax):

PATRICK: Hey there, girlie.  How ya doin'? KAT [witty comeback]: Sweating like a pig, actually. And yourself? PATRICK: Now there's a way to get a guy's attention, huh? KAT [another witty comeback]

Here’s Patrick again, speaking to Kat who at this point in the film has shown absolutely no interest in him and who is pursuing because he’s being paid to do so:

PATRICK: Well, maybe you’re not afraid of me. But I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked, huh? KAT [another witty comeback]

And again:

PATRICK: Ooo, someone still has their panties in a twist. KAT [another witty comeback]

Also let’s not forget this line, delivered to Kat by her dad (she doesn’t have a witty comeback for this one btw; maybe because the writers thought Dad’s gross line was going to get such a big laugh there was no point?):

MR. STRATFORD: My insurance does not cover PMS!

Then there’s this exchange, which almost prompted me to turn off the movie altogether during that rewatch. Again, Cameron and Patrick are both presented to us as the “good” guys in this movie; this scene takes place after Bianca has made it clear that she isn’t interested in dating Cameron; meanwhile, Kat might have a concussion and so good-guy Patrick is supposedly focused on trying to keep her awake:

CAMERON (to Patrick): Hey, hey. We need to talk. PATRICK: I'm a little busy right now. CAMERON (indignantly): Can you give me a second? [At this point they walk away, leaving the possibly-concussed Kat alone] CAMERON: It's off, okay? The whole thing’s off. PATRICK: What’re you talking about? CAMERON: She never wanted me. She wanted Joey the whole time. PATRICK: Cameron -- do you like the girl? CAMERON: Yeah. PATRICK: Yeah. And is she worth all this trouble? CAMERON: Well, I thought she was. But, you know, I... PATRICK: Well she is or she isn’t. See, first of all, Joey is not half the man you are.  Secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. Go for it!

First of all, Patrick has met Cameron, like, twice; describing Joey as “half the man” Cameron is based on the evidence available to him (or that matter us) is a major stretch at best. Second of all, Bianca made it extremely clear that she wasn’t interested in Cameron, so Patrick telling Cameron to “go for it” may be standard romantic-hero advice, but it nonetheless sucks. Patrick is effectively telling Cameron that he “deserves” a girl who has made it clear that she’s not interested in him because, in Patrick’s opinion, Cameron’s less of an obvious jerk than the guy who Bianca indicated she was interested in. 

Of course, joke’s on me; guess who Bianca totally realizes she wanted after all once Joey turns out to be boring. (Which is another teen-movie trope, but that still doesn’t justify this dialogue.)

Anyway, let’s continue. Here are some more characters talking about Bianca, who also happens to be the movie’s secondary protagonist.

MICHAEL (describing her to Cameron): ...A snotty little Princess wearing a strategically planned sun dress to make guys like us realize we can never touch her, and guys like Joey realize they want to. She, my friend, is what we’ll spend the rest of our lives not having. Put her in the Spank Bank. Move on.

And later:

PATRICK: What is it with this chick?  She have beer flavored nipples? CAMERON: Hey! MICHAEL: I think I speak correctly when I say that Cameron's love is pure. Purer than say -- Joey Donner's. PATRICK: Look. I'm in on this for the cash. Donner can plow whoever he wants. CAMERON: Okay. There will be no plowing! MICHAEL: Patrick, uh, Pat.  Let me explain something to you here.  We set this whole thing up so Cameron can get the girl. Cameron. Joey's just a pawn. PATRICK (now talking about Kat, as charmingly as ever): So you two are gonna help me tame the wild beast?

Yes, of course Cameron’s love is “pure” and thus he deserves to “get the girl” and thus Patrick must “tame the wild beast.”

(Yes, I know the word “tame” is in there because it’s a Shakespeare title reference. Doesn’t change the fact that we’re supposed to adore and admire Patrick and yet he’s literally referring to Kat -- who at this point in the movie he genuinely likes -- as a “wild beast” in need of “taming.”)

And here’s more of Cameron and Patrick discussing Kat’s interests (and again this comes after Patrick has started genuinely liking Kat):

CAMERON: Alright.  Okay -- Likes:  Thai food, feminist prose, and "angry, girl music of the indie-rock persuasion".  Here’s a list of CDs that she has in her room. PATRICK: So I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to chicks who can't play their instruments, right?

Also, remember when Kat flashes her soccer coach in front of a whole class full of guys to get Heath out of detention? And when Patrick sexually harasses the lunch lady by flashing a bratwurst at her? And at the party, when a drunk girl tries to kiss Patrick, and he flings her at a random dude who then proceeds to make out with her all night? And again, with the drawing of a dick on a kid’s face in the cafeteria. (All of these things are presented as jokes, btw.)

Again, there are far worse movies out there than 10 Things I Hate About You. But I don’t want to get excited about it just because it beats the Sixteen Candles standard for teen-movie feminism. Seeing young Heath Ledger is cool for sure, but I wish I didn’t have to watch him deliver some of this dialogue, and I really want entitled-and-completely-uninteresting Cameron to just smarm off the screen every time he smarms on; if ever there was a teen movie protagonist who would be better off single at the end of the movie, it’s Bianca.

Also, ooh, I feel a lot better now for having gotten all of that off my chest. Must think of whether there are any other beloved pseudo-feminist films I can rant about next. Hmmm.

#10 things i hate about you #feminism

[thatchoiboy]

one of them is an idol who just broke up and the other sent them a tweet with a selfie asking the idol one out on a date (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

okay hewwo~ i feel bad it took long for me to finish :(also i think this is crap but thank you requesting and reading anyways! :D

summary : Jaebum asks Youngjae on a date via Twitter.

Jaebum had always been a fan of Ars. His angelic voice was beyond everything he has ever heard. His face was just as angelic as his voice. Ars- real name Youngjae, was an absolute ethereal.

However, the reason Jaebum fell for him is due to his extreme kindness towards his fans and other people, treating them with love and care. Not forgetting to give them his signature smile that can light up the whole entire universe.

The first time he met Youngjae face to face was during a fansign. He was so excited to meet his idol that he did not get even a wink of sleep, coming to the fansign with deep bags under his eyes and he looked terrible.

But Youngjae treated him kindly nonetheless. Leaving him a note to make sure that he gets enough sleep and takes care of himself well.

Jaebum wasn’t exactly wrong when he said Youngjae looked beautiful in the photos, but he was even more beautiful in real life. It was mind blowing to even breathe the same air as him.

It’s no longer a secret that Im Jaebum, has absolutely fell in love with his favorite idol, Choi Youngjae.

So when he heard the news about Youngjae dating another idol, namely Kim Yugyeom, a dancer who would occasionally work with Youngjae to choreograph some of his songs, he was heartbroken, but still supported Youngjae’s relationship, (because it’s what Youngjae would want)

It was really hard for him not to breakdown when multiple pictures of the ‘cute’ couple were posted everywhere on every social media. Some fans from both idols even made a ship name and trended ‘#YugJae’ on twitter and Jaebum was very much jealous.

Sure, he wasn’t as tall as Yugyeom. Sure, he wasn’t as a good dancer as him, but Jaebum is a hundred percent sure he can treat Youngjae just as good like Yugyeom does.

It certainly didn’t help when both celebrities would upload pictures of their date, also videos of them feeding each other food (not that Jaebum stalked his enemy’s social media) It was infuriating. He hated the fact that a giant celery (his words, not mine) was making Youngjae happy instead of him.

So don’t blame him that he suddenly became the world’s most happiest person when the news of the adorable couple breaking up after a healthy 6-month relationship (yes, he suffered waited that long) Turns out, Youngjae caught Yugyeom cheating on him with a Thai celebrity named Bambam and immediately called the relationship off.

As much as Jaebum wanted to celebrate, seeing Youngjae’s sadness on social media was making him sad too. So when a particular tweet saying, “I just want someone to love me and never leave me.” It triggered something inside of him and though it seemed ridiculous, he was determined to do it.

He took a selfie of him that he thought looked cool enough and confidently opened his Twitter, making a new post and attached his picture, adding a little caption, ‘I see that you’re a little lonely, want to go on a date with me?’ and tagged Youngjae. Realizing that he seemed like a fuck boy after looking at his tweet after posting it.

It never crossed his mind that a few minutes later, Youngjae liked and commented on his tweet. ‘Oh my god, you are so hot are you an idol?’ Jaebum chuckled, even though he was damn nervous himself. He replied that he wasn’t and that he was his biggest fan, they exchanged a few replies, also getting the attention of Youngjae’s other fans.

‘Give me an address and I’ll meet you there :D’

He then got a notification of Youngjae following him back and retweeting his tweet of asking him out with a caption, ‘My new ‘boyfriend’ hehe.’ He swore to God that Youngjae is just so adorable in every way and a date with him was a dream come true.

#i havent been quite myself these past few weeks #so sorry this wasnt that good #it was good in my head but uhh yeah :( #i hope you like it nonetheless #and i read your fanfics and i love them! :D #asks #noona96n #2jae #2jae fanfics #fanfics #got7

[ariahearthockey]

Smooth Criminal - a SidGeno ficlet

Omg, I saw a Thai ad and my brain went automatically to sidgeno. Then, I die? 

And now that I've been reborn, I've just decided to write something out of it. So, enjoy?

"What the hell did you say to her?"

Geno drops his book just low enough to see Sidney by the door, still as immaculately dressed as he is always, except for the slightly loosen tie and absolutely seething. Radiant looking, nonetheless. 

"Hi, Sid. You come join me in detention?"

Geno says with a hint of smirk in his tone, knowing very well that the last person that would get himself a detention would be the golden child of Cole Harbour High, Sidney Crosby but he really can't resist teasing, just because. 

"Don't play dumb with me. I saw you talking to my sister and now she's upset and she won't talk to me. So, what the hell did you say to her?"

Geno closes his book and sets it neatly on the table as Sidney comes trotting towards him, his expression a mixture of annoyance and pissed, and the flush on his face highlights his high cheekbones. What a sight. 

"I knew you were bad news. I freaking told her that but she—" Sidney pauses and scrunches his nose in exasperation, the little crinkle on the bridge of his nose makes him look really adorable. 

"You could have anyone in school but you just have to mess with my sister, you asshole." 

Geno finds it difficult to tear his gaze away from Sidney's animated face, especially when it's focused so intensely on him. The brown eyes are so deep and pulling, Geno just want to drown in them. But he has a reputation to uphold, and a mission to accomplish.   

"I'm not make your sister cry on purpose. I—" 

"Are you kidding me? Not on purpose? She's bawling her eyes out! I've never seen her cry like that since our dog died in second grade! God, you knew she had a crush on you. If you won't let her down easy, why won't you just stay away from her?" 

Geno chuckles lightly and his grin widens when Sidney looks at him in disbelief. Geno lowers his legs down from the table and sits up straight in his chair. He runs his fingers through his hair as he shoots a cheeky look over the shoulder, and chuckles again when he sees Sidney looking a little less sure than before. 

"Sid think I can have anyone?" Geno says, throwing Sidney's words from earlier back at him. He knows it's true, though. Geno's popular amongst his peers, they either hate his guts or absolutely in love with him. There's no in between. Being the only exchange student from Russia, together with the fact that his skills in ice hockey has played a huge part in catapulting the school team to victory last year has made him the it person in school. Well, the accent helps too. 

Upon hearing Geno's question, Sidney just roll his eyes like he can't believe that's what Geno has picked up on. "You know what I mea—" 

Geno stands up from the chair and invades Sidney's space a little, startling Sidney into cutting his sentence short. 

"I'm really not mean to make her cry." He says with his ridiculous accent, all the while locking gaze with Sidney's mesmerising eyes. He takes a step towards Sidney like he's approaching his prey. Careful, but determined. 

"If I'm hurt her, I'm say sorry." 

Geno grins as he sees Sidney swallow visibly. Good, Geno thinks and takes a few more steps forward. 

"You—you think you can get away with anything just because you—" 

"Sid want to know what I'm say to sister?" 

Geno finally backs Sidney into a wall and boxes Sidney with his long arms on either side of Sidney's head. Their bodies is not touching, but close enough that Geno can feel the heat emanating from Sidney's body. There's a little difference in their heights, and now that there's literally almost no distance between them, it forces Sidney to look up at Geno. Sidney looks even better up close. Geno loves it. 

"I uh—" 

"I'm say to her, I'm not interested to date her. Because I'm more interested in date her brother." 

There's a soft gasp, but loud enough to reach Geno's ears. Sidney pinks and Geno wonders for half a second if the flush goes further where the school uniform is covering. Geno plays with the edge of Sidney's shirt collar and drags his finger along Sidney's neck in a upward motion. The skin there is smooth and hot and Geno swears he can feel Sidney's pulse quickening beneath his fingertip. 

Sidney looks incredibly conflicted, but doesn't move to try to get away, either. Geno notices the dilated pupils and the slightly agape mouth, and if he's not mistaken, Sidney's breathing is starting to get a little more laboured. That's all the sign that Geno needs. 

Geno traces the line of Sidney's bottom lip, a little chapped but still so plump and supple. Sidney takes an unmistakable sharp intake of breath when Geno leans in closer, like they're almost kissing. 

"You have pretty lips, Sid. I'm think about all the time." Geno says softly, almost a whisper before he backs away slightly. With his other hand, he reaches for his Chapstick in his jacket pocket, uncaps it and applies it generously onto Sidney's lips. He makes sure he doesn't miss any spot before capping it again and slides the Chapstick into Sidney's chest pocket. 

"See? No more dry. Look even prettier now." Geno says with a million bucks smile and backs away entirely before he turns around, gathers his bag and walks towards the door. 

"Oh, Sid. Remember to put on everyday, okay?" Geno says over his shoulder just before he makes his exit and gestures with his hand the motion of putting the Chapstick on. 

"So now Sid think about how soft my lips always." 

It sounds like there's a tiniest sound of whimpering coming from the room, although Geno could be mistaken because he doesn't look back to check. 

"See you in practice, Sid."

#sidgeno

[zrtranscripts]

Season 6, Mission 24: Mother’s Little Helper

Animal Hospital

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right, this is the mic feed. [speaker squeals, PHIL CHEESEMAN hisses and whispers] That is not the mic feed. So, um... this is the mic feed?

ZOE CRICK: I thought Sam took you through all the equipment earlier?

PAULA COHEN: He was getting Sara her breakfast at the time. She sees vegetables as more of a missile than a food.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: It's okay. I think I've got - [gunshots] yeah. Covering fire. Well, that's exactly what I was going to tell them to do. Right. Right. [clears throat] Okay. So today you're going to Meerkat Manor, the animal sanctuary.

ZOE CRICK: Meerkat Manor? Oh my God! Oh my God! Well, why didn't you tell me that's where we're going?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Because I knew that'd be how you reacted, and I was kind of hoping you'd concentrate on the mission rather than meerkats so you don't get eaten by zombies.

PAULA COHEN: And the mission is to collect psychiatric drugs – antidepressants and antipsychotics, mainly. There's an arrangement between all UK territories, even Sigrid's, to exchange them at a neutral point.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yep. In an animal sanctuary.

ZOE CRICK: I am literally going to heaven.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah. Uh, this is a nice, light mission for everyone! Five, we just thought, you know, with your Moonchild... problem, it might be better for you to do more non-Sigrid missions for a while.

PAULA COHEN: After what you told us Moonchild had done to you, without your consent, without any possibility you could even answer back... oh, it's awful! I can't imagine how you feel, Five. We just want to see if we can find something that helps with your Moonchild susceptibility. Veronica thinks she might be able to put together an earpiece that could counter the voices, but until then, yes. A few less Sigrid missions.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Which is not to say that this isn't an important and dangerous mission. You need to be out of there by nightfall.

PAULA COHEN: Zoms?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Pumas. So get going.

ZOE CRICK: Uh, Phil. The gate?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh God, yes! Sorry, sorry! [clears throat] Raise the gate. [gate siren, gate raises, PHIL CHEESEMAN whispers] Now run!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Okay, guys, you've reached the zebra enclosure. Make sure you close that gate behind you.

[gate clatters shut]

ZOE CRICK: Ooh, I can see them in the distance there! [laughs] Grazing by the little spruce copse. Oh, this is much nicer than the last place they had the exchange, isn't it, Five? Honestly, who thought picking up antidepressants in a former abattoir would be a good idea? [laughs]

PAULA COHEN: I didn't know you'd done this run before, Zoe. I thought you and Phil were mainly Jamie wranglers.

ZOE CRICK: Well, since I'm one of their biggest customers for Sertraline, it seems only fair to help with supply.

PAULA COHEN: You have depression? Oh, [laughs] I don't know why I'm sounding so surprised. You always seem pretty cheerful. But presumably, that's because the meds are actually working, which is what they're supposed to do.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Zo's lucky the SSRIs do the trick for her. One of my cousins had depression, and nothing worked for him. He ended up... yeah.

ZOE CRICK: Yeah. Look. Look! [laughs] Up ahead! Is that an owl enclosure?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: According to the map, yeah. Mostly just barn owls, though.

PAULA COHEN: You say that like it's a bad thing.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Hey, Zo, have you ever met the guys who run this place?

ZOE CRICK: No. Why?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Nothing. Just if you asked me to list the qualities of your dream man, "runs a meerkat sanctuary" would be near the top. Ooh, I know. Let's stay here tonight! See if anyone catches your eye.

ZOE CRICK: Don't be silly. [laughs] Paula needs to get back to Sara.

PAULA COHEN: Oh, not really. Sam and Maxie can look after her.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Go on. What have you got to lose?

ZOE CRICK: Look, if you must know, I'm seeing someone at the moment.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What? Who?

ZOE CRICK: No time to explain. [laughs] I need to see those owls. Come on, Five, race you!

[owl hoots]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: There's no time to look at the owls, Zo. You need to get moving or you won't get to the med exchange before dark. Zoe? If you get moving, there's a capybara field up ahead.

ZOE CRICK: Oh!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: There we go.

ZOE CRICK: You know, when I was a teenager, Mum used to drag me to this urban farm near us when I was feeling low. [laughs] I've spent more time staring at pot-bellied pigs than you can possibly imagine.

PAULA COHEN: Did it help?

ZOE CRICK: No, not really. Well, that's the thing about depression, isn't it? You're not depressed because there's nothing nice in your life. You can't enjoy anything nice because you're depressed.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Ooh, wait. Um, I think I just switched on one of the local camera feeds.

PAULA COHEN: You think?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah. Ah, I can see the three of you! Honestly, Zo, Jamie's right. You need to work on your gait. You can damage your tendons that way. Also, there's about 12 zoms following you.

ZOE CRICK: You do kind of suck at this.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah. So since I might have accidentally lead to your untimely deaths, before you die, is there anything you want to share with me?

ZOE CRICK: I'm not telling you who I'm dating, Phil.

PAULA COHEN: It's not Runner Nineteen, is it? He seems like your sort.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, yeah, he really does.

ZOE CRICK: He's allergic to nuts.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Right. Is that... bad?

ZOE CRICK: No man's worth giving up pad thai for.

PAULA COHEN: Even now?

ZOE CRICK: Well, we might find the ingredients to make pad thai again.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Ugh, those zoms are really decayed. They look like those anatomy paintings that always gave me nightmares. Better speed up, guys. Run!

ZOE CRICK: Those zoms are pretty nippy for shamblers.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: They are basically skeletons with bits of stringy flesh hanging off them. Probably makes them quite streamlined.

PAULA COHEN: It's strange, having to be scared of zoms again. The first time I saw some out of the gate with the cure, I just... stood there. You had to push me out of the way, didn't you, Five? I'd honestly forgotten they could hurt me.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Please try not to forget it again. Sam would skin me alive if I let anything happen to you.

PAULA COHEN: No, he wouldn't. He'd be very, very upset, but try to convince you it wasn't your fault. [laughs] It's nice though, in a way, having the same fears as everyone else. And Sara. Yesterday she sneezed, and this little bubble of snot came out.

ZOE CRICK: Ugh, that's... lovely.

PAULA COHEN: But I got to wipe it away! And then I got to hug her and run my fingers through her hair! Oh, it's so thick and dark now. She definitely takes after Maxie there. I feel... I feel like I've rejoined the human race.

ZOE CRICK: That's sort of what coming out of a bout of depression feels like. When you're in it, everything's behind a glass screen. You can touch it, but you can't touch it. And then suddenly, everything's there again, in full color.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah... Zoe. Speaking of touching things, or you know, people -

ZOE CRICK: No.

PAULA COHEN: We won't gossip about it.

ZOE CRICK: It's not you telling anyone I'm worried about.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh. Oh! Someone embarrassing, isn't it?

PAULA COHEN: There is no such thing as an embarrassing partner if they make you happy. Oh, tell us, Zoe. We won't judge you, I promise.

ZOE CRICK: I can absolutely 100% guarantee that you will. Come on. Those zoms are catching up. Let's move!

PAULA COHEN: Is it my imagination, or have we picked up more zoms?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah, and this is bad, but there's a place up ahead where they nurse injured bats. There's one in there at the moment with a broken wing.

PAULA COHEN: And why is that bad, exactly?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Because Zoe will want to stop and look at it.

ZOE CRICK: But it's a bat with a broken wing, Phil. A bat! With a broken wing! [laughs] Oh, if that doesn't make you feel all gooey inside, you're basically Satan.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Okay, but you have like, fly-by gooey feelings? Those zoms are getting closer. Also, pumas.

ZOE CRICK: Pumas!

PAULA COHEN: I have to ask, Zoe: is there any animal you don't think is adorable? Cockroaches? Blue-ringed octopuses?

ZOE CRICK: Octopuses are the best.

PAULA COHEN: So that'd be a no, then.

ZOE CRICK: But you see, this is my depression test. Do octopuses make me feel gooey? Yes? Not depressed. No? Starting to get depressed again. It's how I know I need to go back on the meds.

PAULA COHEN: That's... actually quite sensible.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Okay, guys, you need to get moving. Those pumas look hungry, and they'll pick off the slowest.

ZOE CRICK: So don't be slower than the zoms?

PAULA COHEN: That's usually a good idea. Come on.

[gunshots]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Doing great, guys.

PAULA COHEN: But the zoms are catching up to us! If Five hadn't shot those two in the lead, they'd have caught us already! I – I think I'm scared. Yes? I'm definitely very frightened.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: It's going to be okay. You see those two cedar trees up ahead? There's a net hanging between them. It's on the plans as a security measure. Uh, there's a switch for it on the ground. Once you're through, you can drop it on the zoms. Then the pumas can eat them. You just have to get to those trees. Only, um, maybe a bit faster?

ZOE CRICK: I'll give the zombie apocalypse one thing: at least no one asks me what I've got to be depressed about anymore.

[lever creaks, rope net drops]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Chocks away. That... yep. It's got them all. You're safe.

PAULA COHEN: Oh, good! [sighs] And up ahead looks like the exchange point. So now you can tell us, Zoe.

ZOE CRICK: You don't give up, do you?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Please?

ZOE CRICK: Absolutely not.

PAULA COHEN: Oh, God. I've just realized who it is.

ZOE CRICK: How could you possibly know that?

PAULA COHEN: Because I've heard your show. You've got no shame. If it was anyone else, you would have told us. I'm right, aren't I?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: That's a really good point. She's got you there, Zo.

ZOE CRICK: All right. Fine. You're right. It's Amelia.

[PHIL CHEESEMAN gasps]

PAULA COHEN: What?!

ZOE CRICK: You said you knew.

PAULA COHEN: I thought it was Jamie! You two always seemed to get along really well. I thought you two had to keep it quiet because he's, you know, the King of England.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Amelia. Amelia "Never Had a Friend Who Wouldn't Double-Cross" Spens. Amelia "Heart of Pure Stone" Spens. That Amelia?

ZOE CRICK: You promised you wouldn't judge.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, I'm not.

PAULA COHEN: I am!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right, I am, too. What the hell, Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: I was thinking she was there, and I was horny, and you've got to admit – hang on. Why aren't there any people at the meds station? There're always people there. I was looking forward to a chat.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Stop changing the subject.

PAULA COHEN: No, Zoe's right. It's deserted. And I can see a red sign over the table where the tablets are stacked up.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh. Uh... oh, you're right.

ZOE CRICK: What does it say?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: It says, "Sorry, Abel Township, but this is the last time you'll be welcome here. Sigrid's offered us the cure. We can't turn that down. It's needed here more than anywhere. We've left you meds on the table. Don't come again."

#zombies run #zrs6 #s6m24 #mother's little helper #zr transcript #zrs6 spoilers

[leflippednique]

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"WATCH OUT!" Viktor winced as he fell out of his quad loop and into a disappointing mess on the ice. His cheek pressed against the cold surface, scratched by the many dozen blades that belonged to the people who had been around to see him and his epic fail. Of course, accidents weren't unsual on the ice, but when you were dealing with world class figure skaters, you'd think that the accident count would be down to something like three or four falls. But this was Viktor's eighth failed quad. Eighth. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and checked his ankles for any lasting damages. He flexed his left foot, it was only just a little sore. He waved off all his friends gliding by to see if he were alright, Chris sent him a look of concern and Yuri had arrived with a shower of ice and left with a very sharp glare. They understood Viktor, hopefully, that what he needed was to be alone with his thoughts right now. It was just very dangerous to do it while practing quads on the ice. Viktor stayed there, his butt sitting on frozen water, his knees pulled up and his arms resting on them with a tired look on his face. Who did you go to when no one seemed to know what was wrong? Were his fears even legitimate? Did he even have reason to worry? To think like this? It felt wrong. It felt absolutely horrible that he could doubt what he and Yuuri had. This love. This... whatever it was. Did it matter that they couldn't say it? Three words that were said too much? Too often? With little to no feeling? It was a phrase just as overused as 'I'm Sorry'. Did anyone care that he never labelled his relationship with the other figure skater? Did it keep people up at night? Friend. Boyfriend. Lover. Fiance. Husband. Yuuri was Yuuri. Whether he was Yuuri, Viktor's boyfriend or Yuuri, Japan's top figure skater, he would still be the same adorable mess. Whether he was Yuuri, Minako's ballet prodigy, or Yuuri, the Madonna of Hasetsu Ice Castle's bestfriend, he was still the same lovable chub-chub. So why was this bothering Viktor now? JJ skated past him, lacking that boisterous energy of his. He had his attentions on his wife, darling Isabel, who was finally after all these years, braving the ice. She clutched onto JJ's hands as they went in slow circles around the huge rink. Her grip seemed to be strong, like a life-line, and it made absolute sense. She'd had an accident when she'd been younger, it was a testament to her feelings for JJ that she continued to date and support him and eventually married him despite the fear she had for the rink. JJ's first love. Wife and Husband. Viktor followed them as they moved around, his eyes drawn to the shine of the rings on their fingers. His own finger felt warm and heavy, felt the weight of his own ring. Promise ring. Engagement ring. Ring. Ring. Just a ring. Curiously, he lifted his hand and stared at it, watched as the light bounced of the gold. This thing had been expensive, though the ring he got Yuuri was even more. To Viktor, oh to Viktor, this was just so insanely priceless. He would die if this went anywhere without him. The mere thought made his heart skip a beat. Chris skated past him again, this time he looked like he wanted to get him off the ice. Viktor shook his head and gave a sigh of relief when the Swiss skater contiued his round and stopped by the side of the rink to meet his boyfriend, Philippe. The other man handed him a bottle of water, gingerly brushing back Chris' blond locks falling into his eyes, they had gotten much longer. They seemed to exchange jokes, delighted smiles on their faces, their upper torsos were pressed closed together, as much as they could even with the rink barrier between them. Boyfriends. Viktor felt his butt go numb from the cold and he heaved himself off the ice, on his knees as he tried to gain his bearings. Someone skated up behind him and heaved him up to his feet, gentle but also firm. The Russian chuckled underneath his breath. Otabek let him go as soon as he seemed stable, then got dragged away by Yuri as they continued on practicing Twizzles. Phichit had dared them to perform a program worthy of presenting as an Ice Dance, and naturally, their youthful souls- or Yuri's- would not back down from the challenge. The Kazakh had a firm grip on Yuri's hand as they all but ballroom danced on the ice, narrowly avoiding JJ and Isabel, the latter finally adjusted and skating on her own. "Look at this Yura! My Isabel is a natural!" JJ yelled after them. "You better be scared or we might win that Ice Dance challenge!" Yuri rolled his eyes but smiled at them, knowing what and how much it meant to both of them that Isabel was capable of skating on her own. He would normally have yelled something back but he would not ruin this moment for anyone. The level of trust in that relationship and the level of maturity in Yuri. It screamed change. Their was a look of absolute pride in Otabek's eyes as he led Yuri in another dance around the rink. Friendship. Viktor felt a little lost, his breath coming up harder, like he couldn't get enough air. He caught the flash of a camera, Phichit had just arrived, happily snapping away at JJ, Isabel, Yuri, and Otabek. He was probably in the picture too. The Thai skater had come with Leo and Guang-hong. Those three... he didn't know what to call them either. There was something very subtle about them, a touch of the hand here, a warm and fond look there. No words to describe it. Just... a feeling. Like agape. Viktor heard the scrape of blades on ice but hadn't been aware enough to see that someone had been heading straight for him. He's back to being sprawled on the ice, his head hurt just a little bit and something heavy but warm was on top of him. "I'm so sorry! Viktor I thought you would move!" Yuuri was there, Yuuri had come. When did he get here? Viktor groaned out loud, had he been lost in his thoughts for so long? "Viktor!" The weight was still on him, comforting. Yuuri was looking into his eyes, his gloved hand pushing back his bangs. "Are you okay? Where does it hurt?" Viktor can't answer, but it's as if something hits him, harder than he had hit the ice. It didn't matter. He was being stupid. The look of absolute... inexplainable feeling in Yuuri's eyes shook him to the very core. Shock. Confusion. Worry. Pain. Fear. Love. Fondness. Concern. It didn't matter what he called Yuuri, it didn't matter what people called them. This. What they had. The flashing of emotions, so much at one time he couldn't even think of which one it was. It was a thing beyond words. A feeling of true love that needed no labels, no descriptions. Just them. Viktor choked on air, his eyes shutting as he tried to get over how overwhelmed he was feeling. Yuuri's voice grew sharper, his panic raised to the highest levels. "Viktor!" "I-I'm okay." The Russian managed to get out. "How can you be okay when you're crying?!" Yuuri moved to get off of him, but his wrists are caught in Viktor's hands and he's pulled down into a hug. He settled for it and wiped away Viktor's tears. Viktor held him close, pressed his face into Yuuri's hair after. "I'm just... I'm thinking." Yuuri took deep breaths in attempt to calm down. "About what?" "Us." Viktor answered simply. Yuuri's breath caught. "What about us?" "Just..." Viktor paused, searching. "I love us." "Viktor..." Viktor shook his head. "I love us. That's all." "There has to be more." Yuuri grumbled. "There's so much." Viktor confessed. "I don't know why I'm even thinking about it, what it had to matter. I'm being stupid, Yuuri. I just... need to forget it." Yuuri fought against Viktor's grip and settled himself on his elbows. "Don't say that. If this is affecting you as hard as it is, then it's obviously something important." Viktor closed his eyes, shook his head. Yuuri pressed heavily on him. "You are not the type of person to cry about nothing, Viktor Nikiforov." "And you are not usually this pushy, Yuuri Katsuki." A fond look crossed Yuuri's face before he goes back to being stern. "Please tell me." "I'm just..." Viktor pressed his head back against the ice. "I'm just thinking about how we've never made us official. And it's been almost a year and people have been wondering and I was just thinking if it was wrong that we didn't call each other our anythings. They're starting to doubt our relationship. They think it's a publicity stunt. I don't know, they have all these crazy theories." "Viktor..." Yuuri began but is cut off. "No. I told you it was silly!" "Stop that!" Yuuri covered his mouth with a hand. The Russian stared at him silently. Yuuri sat up, stradled Viktor slightly. "I can't believe that this is eating you up..." Viktor remained silent. "I'm sorry... that it's bothered you so bad." Yuuri squirmed a bit, trying to find the right words. "I know that... we never really talked about it. And... I loved that, about us. How everything just flowed from you being my coach, my fellow skater, my friend, and my love." A red flush had creeped onto both their faces. Yuuri continued, determined. "I hope that you don't... doubt our feelings just because we don't have labels." Viktor shook his head rapidly. "Good." Yuuri chuckled. "They aren't everything Viktor. I can call you husband and I know I will someday because I've... I've already asked you to take care of me. But it'll happen when it happens. Who was the person who told me that he loved surprising people?" Viktor mumbled something underneath Yuuri's hand. The Japanese man took it away. "Who?" "... Me." "And who was it that said that the best surprises sneak up on you?" Yuuri asked. "...I did." Viktor surrendered. Yuuri smiled at him, more at ease. "Then you should let life take over sometimes, because life is always full of surprises. Right?" "...Da." Viktor sighed. "I'm more than a little surprised right now." "I am too, but I'm glad this happened." Yuuri helped him sit up, then they both got up on their feet. He paused for a moment then gave Viktor a raised eyebrow. "People think we've been putting up a publicity stunt?" Viktor's eyebrows met together before he remembered what he'd rambled just a moment ago. "Da, they think so low of us." "That's their problem." Yuuri mumbled then lead Viktor by the hand. "Their opinions don't matter." Viktor felt just a little bit breathless. "I forget just how strong you are, Yuuri." "Because of you." Yuuri whispered. "WATCH OUT!" Viktor is back on the ice, this time he came back from the crash with a laugh. Yuri and Yuuri had a harder time picking themselves off the ice. "Will you please cease being lovey dovey in the rink? You're taking Viktor's attention completely." "Tragic." Yuuri sympathized as Viktor helped them both back up and then watched as Yuuri skated away from him and to Phichit, who was in his own little figure skater pile with Guang-hong and JJ. "Lot of accidents today." Viktor commented. "You don't say." Yuri drawled, a touch of sarcasm there. He regarded Viktor with a soft look in his eyes for a moment before he nodded to himself. "You seem better." "Mhm..." Viktor agreed. "My head hurts." "That's your brain trying to take in it's own stupidity." Yuri skated away before Viktor could grab him. "Get off the ice Vitya!" Viktor did as he was told, because several parts of him hurt, then settled down beside Philippe and Christophe who were in the middle of a heated discussion. He felt immensely better, a little more whole, as he appreciated fully that both Yuris were right. For one thing, he was being stupid and for another thing, it didn't matter. Viktor startled a little when Chris all but threw himself at Philippe, a huge grin on his face. "When will you propose, darling?" "When the time is right." Philippe answered then gently untangled both of them. "I'll call ahead to the restuarant." "Merci." the blond stood up and called to the skaters still on the ice. "We are having Italian for dinner to celebrate Michele and Emil's engagement. They've just posted it online, everyone in the cars, let's go!" Over a dozen figure skaters rushed out of the rink, there was a lot of noise, happy and thrumming with lively energy. Viktor stayed where he was, eyes glued to the only skater still left as he practiced his free leg. Friend. Boyfriend. Lover. Fiance. Husband. "Yuuri!" The Japanese man glanced up. Viktor beamed at him. "Your free leg is as sloppy as ever!" I love you. "Come over here and show me how it's done!" 

#yuri on ice #Viktor Nikiforov #Yuuri Katsuki #one shot #Viktor cries #He has an off day

[aveyondwinterexchange]

My fanfic for callmedan from the Aveyond Kingdom forum!

Happy new year callmedan! I heard you thought Uma and Nox were adorable, so I tried to run with that idea in my fic. I hope you enjoy. Also, props to anyone who catches the Star Wars reference that somehow ended up in my Aveyond story...yeah, I really don’t know how that happened.

Summary: While their mother and father are away, little Uma and Nox get up to some Mischief™ ft. Yemite.

Outside their mother’s bedroom, two twin girls peered through the crack of an open door. One had hair as black as the sky of the Demon Realm and a troublemaking spirit to match. The other had a complexion befitting an angel, complete with a halo of cloudy white hair. Both had luminous blue eyes sparkling with all the mischief and intelligence of their mother, who happened to be the current subject of the twins’ attention.

“Uma, move your fat head, I can't see!” Nox, the dark-haired twin, grumbled as she shoved her sister out of the way to get a better view.

“Shh! Do you want Mother to hear us?” Uma wrestled with Nox until they finally settled on the uncomfortable position of Nox crouching on Uma’s shoulders, both of their heads peeking into the room.

"Lars and I are traveling to Shaelnir to visit his ill mother, but it’s too dangerous to take the girls. The northern kingdom is harsh any time of year, but it's even worse now that it's winter,” Mel explained. “We’ll only be gone a week at most. Promise me you won't let them get into trouble this time.”

“Who’s Mother talking to?” Uma whispered.

“I don't know,” Nox replied. “She's standing in front of the door, I can't see.”

“I won't let you down, Mistress! I promise!” answered a cheerful voice that causes both girls to break out in grins.

“It's Auntie Yemite!” a surprised Nox exclaimed, slipping off Uma’s shoulders. They both tumbled into the room and landed in a jumble of black and white at their mother’s feet.

“Girls! What are you doing?” Mel glared at her daughters with the obligatory annoyance of a scornful mother, although her smile betrayed her amusement at their antics.

Nox grinned guiltily from the floor. “Nothing, Mother.” Uma hastily fixed the disheveled bow that Nox pulled off. “We were just, um, about to knock.”

Before their mother could reprimand the girls, their “aunt” rushed forward and scooped them into her arms. They had admittedly grown too big for the average person to be casually lifting them, but Yemite’s arms were still strong from her days of battle beside Mel. “Uma, Nox! How are my favorite children of darkness...er, I mean nieces?”

Mel eyes the three of them suspiciously. Yes, she knew perfectly well that leaving the three of them alone was a possible - no, probable - recipe for disaster. But what choice did she have? Edward and Stella were too busy ruling their kingdom in Thais to babysit. Ulf would’ve been an ideal choice, but he lived on another continent. And she certainly wasn’t about to ask Te’ijal and Galahad. But still …

“Maybe this isn't such a good idea.”

“No!” Uma and Nox protested in unison. They each grabbed one of Yemite’s horns, while Yemite protectively tightened her arms around them.

“Let them stay, Mistress, it's only for a few days. I'll take care of them, I promise.”

“Yeah, let us stay with Yemite!”

“We’ll be good. Please?”

Mel knew when she was  fighting a losing battle. Saving the world was no problem, but winning an argument against both of her daughters was an impossible task. With a long suffering sigh, she accepted defeat. “Fine, you can stay. But you're to be in bed by nightfall; no going into the weapons chest in the basement, and absolutely NO chocolate covered eyeballs for them, Yemite.”

Nox gasped. “But Auntie Yemite makes the best chocolate eyeballs!”

“I said none! Or you'll have me and your father to deal with.” As petulant as they were, even the twins recognized that Mel Darkthrop and Lars Tenobor VIII are a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” Nox grumbled, privately resolving to settle for caramel lizard tails instead.

“Be safe, okay? Father and I will be back soon.” Mel kissed each of her daughters on the cheek and playfully mussed their hair. “I love you both.” Mel donned her traveling cloak as she exited the room, sending Yemite one last meaningful glance.

“Well,” Yemite said with a grin as soon as Mel and Lars had left the premises, “Who wants chocolate covered eyeballs?”

~

“Auntie Yemite, we’re bored,” a disgruntled Nox whined as she tugged on Yemite’s tail. It had been three days, and she couldn’t stand to be cooped up in this house for one more hour. Even Uma, by far the more laid-back of the two, had begun to thrum with restless energy.

Yemite, as much as she’d like to oblige the little ones and have a little fun, was trying in earnest to be a responsible babysitter. Aside from the “forbidden” darkling delicacies and that one accident with the fire in the kitchen, she thought she'd done a fair job of it. Mel trusted her with the task of caring for her daughters, and Yemite didn’t want to let her Mistress down. But she had been quashing her own boredom for the past few days. Surely little excursion wouldn't hurt.

“How would you like to go to a party?” Yemite asked. Uma and Nox nodded fervently.

“That would be so much fun!” Uma gasped, and ran upstairs to get changed. Mel didn't host parties very often, as she found them tiring and boring. But Uma loved the enchantment of it all; she couldn't wait to dig up the party dress that had been collecting dust in her closet since last year. Nox was less excited to get dressed up, but she nevertheless enjoyed the excitement of the few parties she’d been to.

A few moments later, the twins emerged from their rooms in their partygoing outfits. Uma was a miniature snow princess in her white dress trimmed in sky blue. By contrast, Nox wore a knee-length black dress that looked more like an oversized shirt than anything. Still, Yemite fawned over both of them. “You look so adorable!” she squealed. “If only Mistress could see you. Oh, my friends don't usually like humans, but how could they not love you two?”

The twins gave each other quizzical looks. “Yemite, where exactly is this party?” Nox questioned.

Yemite’s only reply was an enigmatic “You’ll see”.

~

“Welcome to Underfall,” Yemite announced as she, Uma, and Nox stepped out of the mirror express.

Uma and Nox gaped at the exotic sight of the dark city. A sprinkling of white dusted the walkways and surrounding fields. On some of the buildings hung green garlands adorned with multicolored translucent baubles. Slate gray clouds hung above and below them, heavy with the promise of more snow.

“We darklings and other demonfolk have a tradition of celebrating the winter solstice with a week of celebration,” Yemite explained as they walked to their destination. “There are decorations, and feasts, and parties that can last until sunrise. And on the last day of festivities, friends and family give exchange gifts to give each other joy through the cold and dark winter.”

Darklings certainly are strange. But it would be nice to celebrate a holiday like that, Uma mused. She trailed behind Yemite slightly, scanning the area for something she could turn into a gift for Aunt Yemite.

I wish we had a holiday like that, I would so love to get free stuff in the wintertime, thought Nox, in total contrast to her sister’s thinking.

“We’re here,” Yemite announced in a singsong voice. They had arrived at a building called Darkling Hall, as indicated by the moss-covered sign. “They’re with me,” she added when the zombie guarding the door gave them a funny look. He stepped aside and the trio entered.

They were immediately greeted by a wall of overwhelming sights and sounds. A quartet played in the center of the hall, the music just a bit too gurgly to be coming from human instruments. Multicolored light bathed the room, emanating from a blob on the ceiling that looked suspiciously like it had eyes. “Yo, Yemite!” shouted a stout blue darkling, who rushed forth out of the crowd and embraced his friend. “Rotwart! It's been years! I haven't seen you since the slug-eating contest for who would get to be the chosen one’s servant.” Rotwart handed Yemite a glass of some slimy drink and they disappeared into the din to reminisce about the good ol’ days, leaving Uma and Nox unattended.

“Well, where do we go now?” asked Nox.

“I was thinking we could get gifts for Auntie Yemite and Mother. She did say presents were part of the tradition.”

“Yeah, a darkling tradition. And why should we, when she didn't get us gifts?”

Uma huffed at her sister’s selfishness. “Nox, do you only ever think of yourself? Besides, Yemite said the gifts were given on the last day of celebration. She’s probably waiting to give us our gifts.”

Nox considered for a moment. It could be fun to look around for a gift. “Okay,” she conceded, “But we should each only look for one present. One for Auntie Yemite, one for Mother; each from both of us.”

Uma smiled, alight with the energy the two of them shared when they were on a mission. “I'll go outside to find a present for Mother.”

“And I'll stay in here and get something for Yemite.”

“Meet back here in twenty minutes?”

“You got it, sis.”

Nox ventured into the crowd of monsters, careful to avoid anything with tentacles or large feet. She wandered around the edge of the room, scouting for anything that Yemite would like. Unfortunately, the only remotely giftable objects were dust bunnies.

She came to a stairwell that appeared to lead into a basement. Feeling adventurous, she crept down. A trio of monsters sat around a table playing a game of cards.

“I raise you 500 gold pennies,” said a small green demon.

“I’m out,” huffed a hooded figure.

“Are you kidding me? You know I can't cover that!” shouted a brutish orc as he slammed his drink on the table in anger.

The green guy shrugged. “That stone in your pocket is worth 500.”

The orc pulled out the stone and held it in defensively in his hand. The air around it shimmered with intangible dark energy. Somehow, Nox intuitively sensed that it was cursed. This was perfect - Yemite loved curses! She didn't understand how, but apparently they were delicious to darklings. “I ain't betting this!” The orc demonstratively slammed his fist again, shoving the stone back in his pocket. This orc sure was quick to anger. Wheels began to turn in Nox’s head, and a wicked smile spread across her face as she formulated a wonderfully awful idea.

She meandered into the room. “Excuse me, gentleman. Sorry to interrupt your game, but I’m looking for a suspect - green, a little bit slimy, about yea tall,” Nox gestured a few inches above her head. “Wanted for accounts of thievery, and uh, cheating at cards.”

The orc glared daggers at the demon across from him. “Eh Greedo, that sounds like you. And ya know something? I always knew you were a cheater.”

“It ain't me, I swear it!”  the monster apparently called Greedo protested.

“Hey kid, aren't you a little young to be playing detective?” The hooded figure raised a spindly finger at her.

“For your information, I'm actually, er, a gnome. We retain our youthful faces even at hundred of years of age.” Nox didn't know if that was true, but she figured these dumb brutes would believe it. “And yes, Greedo. That was his name. I’ll be back with my friends, and they won't let you get away this time!”

“You'll never catch me alive, kid!” Greedo made a mad dash for the exit, but the orc caught him by the collar of his jacket.

“Trying to cheat me out of my money?! You're not going anywhere, punk, until I introduce you to my fist!” he bellowed. Nox wrinkled her nose in disgust at the visible spray of spit.

While Greedo pleaded for mercy, Nox nonchalantly strolled past and lifted the stone from his pocket. The orc was too absorbed in making violent threats to notice. Nox emerged from the basement, smugly tossing the cursed stone up in the air and catching it. Her pickpocketing skills were truly a thing to be admired. She was, after all, her mother’s daughter.

~

Meanwhile, Uma skipped out the door into the crisp winter air. The hulking zombie was still looming in front of the entrance, but he didn't notice Uma as she crawled away, blending in with the snow. Now, where would she find a present for Mel? She wandered up and down the streets, but they were empty of everything except snow. Maybe she could get a flower from the fields, but that was so far away, she’d never make it back in time.

Suddenly, Uma’s thoughts were interrupted by the clamor of a couple on the midst of a heated argument. They emerged from the mirror express in the center of town and immediately started walking in her direction. The woman, a pale redhead in a slinky dress, was pulling her companion along, who seemed intent on refusing to move.

“Come on, husband, it's only a party. You need to go out more - the only time you leave the house is when you're trying to escape.”

“I will not socialize with creatures of the night!”

“Galahad, you're being ridiculous! I already promised them I’d bring a bottle of blood, it would be rude not to-”

Wait… Galahad? Uma recognized these two, although it'd been years since she'd seen them. “Te’ijal!”

The couple paused their bickering at the sight of Uma waving. Te’ijal ran toward her, and even the typically stoic Galahad’s face lit up upon seeing one of his best friend’s daughters.

“How’s Mel’s little crumpet? The last time I saw you, you were no bigger than a dragon’s egg!”

“Uma, what are you doing here?” Galahad asked. Leave it to him to ask the rational questions.

“Mother and Father are away, so Auntie Yemite brought us here for the celebration. But guys, I have a big problem. I need to find a gift for Mother, but I don't know what to get.” Uma looked up at them with wide, helpless eyes she knew grown-ups were unable to resist.

“That's quite the dilemma, young one.” Te’ijal surveyed the area, her catlike eyes eventually landing on a perfect gift. “Over there, in the greenery on the edge of that building, you see those orbs? I think your mother would appreciate one of those. Mel has … a thing for orbs.” The vampress giggled at how fitting the present really was.

Galahad reached to retrieve one for her. “What color?”

“Ooh, get the dark blue one! It’s the exact same shade as Mother’s eyes.”

The precious trinket was placed in Uma’s hands. She’d found a gift after all! Now all she had to do was meet up with Nox. She accompanied the two vampires back to the party, idly wondering what her sister had found for Yemite.

~

The party lasted until sundown. They danced to the strange darkling music, which Nox found thrilling and Uma, in spite of herself, eventually got around to enjoying. Te’ijal’s bottle of blood was a big hit, and she even let Uma and Nox try some, although they didn't find the taste very pleasant. When it was time for singing, Yemite and Te’ijal sang an old Underworld folk song together, and even Galahad couldn't resist a laugh.

As soon as they got home, all three of them collapsed in a heap back on their sofa. Their eyes were already drooping with the thorough exhaustion of a day of festivities.

“Auntie Yemite, can we just sleep here?” mumbled Nox.

“I suppose it won't hurt.” In truth, Yemite didn't want to get up herself. She used her tail to snag the blanket that was draped over the side and spread it over them. Curling her legs up onto the couch, she lazily wrapped a wing around each of the girls as they drifted off into the Dreamworld.

~

“Girls, we’re home!” Mel announced.

Uma and Nox pried open their eyes to the morning light filtering in through the windows and the sight of Mel and Lars standing in the doorway. They tore off the blanket and stumbled to hug their parents, who enveloped them in a crushing group hug. Yemite snuck up behind Mel and threw her arms around her neck. She wanted to hug Mel too, of course. “Did you miss us, Mistress?” she asked. Mel laughed in agreement and let go of Uma and Nox to show them the bag in her hands. “Grandma recovered quickly, so we were able to to come home early. And we brought special treats.” Mel opened the bag, revealing a dozen fragrant pastries with assorted fillings.

“I almost forgot! We got you presents too,” said Uma. She pulled out the ornament from the pocket of her dress. “It's an orb, for you and Father. Tei- I mean, Yemite said you liked them.”

Mel took the orb in hand, marveling at the glasswork and rich blue hue. “It's lovely, but why the gifts all of the sudden?”

“It's a darkling tradition,” Yemite interjected. “We exchange gifts in the wintertime. I … er, educated the girls about it while you were away.”

Nox held out her gift next. “This one is for you, Auntie Yemite.”

Yemite let out an involuntary eep of excitement. “A curse? For me? Where did you find it? Oh, you shouldn’t have! So many delicious treats to eat, I can't wait until dessert!”

Lars quirked his eyebrow at his daughters. “Yes, where did you get them?”

Uma and Nox exchanged a glance, the sort that scheming partners gave each other when they were knew someone was onto them. “Nevermind, I don't want to know,” said Mel before either one of them came up with something satisfactory to tell their parents. One day, Mel would get the full story, but right now she didn't want to spoil this moment with her family.

“I’ll admit, I didn't get gifts for all of you yet, but I think I can improvise.” Yemite motioned for them to follow her outside. She flew up into the air and perched on the roof of their house. “Everyone watch closely! And you might want to stand back a little.” The darkling raised a hand into the sky, drawing on magic she hadn't used in years but that still thrummed solidly through her veins. Suddenly, the sky was alight with dazzling firebursts and explosions of all colors.

The twins and even their parents were mesmerized by the display. “I've always wanted to see fireworks,” whispered Nox to her equally awestruck sister.

Mel’s heart swelled with love as she watched her daughters’ awestruck expressions. It turns out Yemite wasn't such a bad babysitter after all. Maybe they should celebrate darkling holidays more often.

FIN

#Aveyond #aveyond winter exchange