#that :'D plus like in his outbursts I saw myself you know?

[dootznbootz]

I went on tiktok to just watch some silly Odysseus videos but then I mostly saw people going like "Yeah, maybe Odysseus cried on Calypso' island every day but honestly he had that coming after what he did Achilles and Patroclous/Circe!!!" and "Everything that happens in Odyssey is deserved cuz he took Patrochilles to war!!!" and "I feel so bad for Circe and Calypso and Penelope, they deserved better!!!"

For fucks sake I beg you, read anything different from Millers bs and like educate yourself- And please stop goddamn saying that rape victim. deserved it.

Circe probably didn't give a flying fuck, Calypso is a rapist and abuser and Penelope deserved everything she wanted and SHE WANTED ODYSSEUS

I think I've had enough internet for today, imma go wash my eyes with bleach. Anyways sorry for ranting here, i hope you don't mind it lmao

It's alright. I absolutely understand the vents about the whole thing. :'D No one deserves to be a victim of such a thing no matter WHAT they've done. I hope your eyes are okay after the bleach

Like Odysseus does so many fucked up things but Calypso and Circe? He is the victim. Period. It's very clear that Odysseus is in extreme distress on Ogygia. And Circe wasn't some sort of FwB situation. There's fear and numbness in the language he uses when talking about it. There's so much victim blaming and it SUCKS.

While back then it probably wouldn't be considered SA but now? It clearly is.

Even then, Odysseus' journey was kind of about "temptation" or just straight up "Die or get out of my sea." From Poseidon. "I don't want you in my waters so I'm gonna try and give you things that will keep you on land or just kill you."

Immortal goddesses wanting you would be many people's dream come true but not for Odysseus. And I think that's the point. His determination, how he clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, is incredible. Many people would've given up and just started a new life but he never would because no life he could ever create would compare to the life he had before. Even if it's different, it's what he's always wanted.

He literally tells Calypso "I'm not stopping until I'm home. I don't care if I suffer more until I do. I'm going home."

“Mighty goddess, do not be angry with me over this. I myself know very well Penelope, although intelligent, is not your match                                          to look at, not in stature or in beauty. But she’s a human being and you’re a god. You’ll never die or age. But still I wish, every moment to get back to my home,                                                       to see the day of my return. And so, even if out there on the wine-dark sea some god breaks me apart, I will go on— the heart here in my chest is quite prepared to bear affliction. I’ve already had so many troubles, and I’ve worked so hard                                  through waves and warfare. Let what’s yet to come be added in with those.”

(Book 5, Johnston)

Circe's a goddess and what happened is nothing like Dionysus and Ariadne and Apollo and Hyacinthus for example. Circe never gave Odysseus a crown of stars and he would never go out of his way to kill 120 people for bothering her. They did not love each other and he can't refuse as she's a goddess.

If you interpret them sleeping together the entire year,(It's only explicitly said that they had sex once so that's what I go with personally.) that doesn't mean he was happy with it! Even then, the whole situation is not what a healthy FwB should look like! I'm asexual and even I know that no one in a FwB situation should have to BEG in any way that basically says "Please let me go or kill me" with supplication!!! The fact that he leaves so quickly he forgets one of his men? The fact that during Elpenor's funeral, he doesn't greet Circe himself? He was avoiding her. Wouldn't he want to get "one last night together" during Book 12 if they were fwb? 🙄

It's bonkers to me that people hate him for being a "cheater" when A.) having multiple lovers wasn't uncommon in Ancient Greece, and B.) the two people he is explicitly said to have "cheated" with, weren't his choice. He wasn't actively searching for pretty women either!!!

As mentioned, while it was common for men to have many lovers, Odysseus never had any listed unlike some of the other men. (not bashing any of them. I'm just making a point in comparison.) He also has no other children besides Telemachus in Homer's works. There's no evidence of him having other lovers other than speculation. (funny enough, I once read somewhere that the reason why Odysseus is so mean is because he doesn't "bond" enough with the other soldiers. 😂)

Does that mean he didn't have other lovers? Technically, Nope! It's just never explicitly stated either way. He has slaves but none were ever said to be concubines or that he sleeps with them. He has deep bonds with his fellow soldiers but that doesn't mean he sleeps with them. That doesn't mean people can't write or talk about him doing so even though it's not mentioned! Just like it also means that someone can write him not doing so as there's nothing that says it either way in Homer's Works! :D

It's fucked up when people say "He didn't try to leave Calypso enough" or something of the like. It just tells you how A.) they didn't read the Odyssey or have piss on the poor reading comprehension or B.) ...you should probably stay away from that person...

With Circe though??? I can understand the confusion but digging deeper and looking at the text, he wasn't having a good time. Or at the very least was walking on Eggshells the whole time. I hate bringing up that essay over and over again but like...I literally wrote everything there.

I also don't like how people take Circe's morally gray-ness away from her. Let her do something fucked up to be fucked up!!! Let her traumatize Odysseus!

Idk, I kind of hate that I'm "known" for this but I relate to this idiot asshole a lot and it means a lot to me that his story, despite what happens to him, has a happy ending :'D

#Thank goodness I don't have tiktok >:) #I wish there was a way to like. have anonymous posts? because I made that PTSD post to show how him refusing to be bathed #by Nausica's maids and him choking Euryclea and was giving reference to make a point but I wish I wasn't like. Known for this??? #but like... I HAVE something to say. Having specific knowledge of some things just...really makes it clear in what happened that I don't #think others have considered. #And I was afraid if I was “vague” then people would say “You're just saying that to get sympathy points” and I didn't want to deal with #that :'D plus like in his outbursts I saw myself you know? #I just kept thinking “oh shit. I KNOW what you're doing because I did it too aAAAAAHHHHHHHHh” #I relate to Helen too but in a way. The Odyssey shows her “HEALED” (which fuck yeah!!! YESSS!!!😭) it doesn't show the #PTSD in the same way as she's had many years to recover. Watching it happen in “real time” for Odysseus was...really nice. #i said it before but the Odyssey feels REAL compared to the “girlboss queen slay” shit. Him tryiing to force himself into normalcy #only to act out is...yeah. #save me morally gray circe #ask #anon #Mad rambles #tw sa #tw ptsd #tw sex assault #anti madeline miller #anti circe #essay

[weelittleweasley]

Fun Gone Wrong | Draco x Reader

Requested by anon: You and Draco’s favorite pastime as a couple is pranking the Golden Trio, but it seems as if the Trio is fed up with your shenanigans. The Trio implores the Weasley Twins help to get back at you both, but in the end, someone gets hurt.

Warnings: mild language, fainting, and use of m*dbl**d 

Word Count: 3k

Huddling behind the walls of the corridors, you and Draco hide yourselves from the approaching Weasley and Potter. You bit your lower lip to muffle your hushed giggles of excitement as Draco held a finger to his lip, telling you to be quiet. If they knew of your presence, the prank would surely fail. 

You and Draco often found yourself like this in your downtime; pulling little pranks on Potter and his friends. It started as Draco doing it with Crabbe and Goyle, but after he started dating you, you expressed your interest in joining him. Then it came a daily activity for you both. You both figured it was little payback after all of the pranks Fred and George had gotten away with over the years against Draco. 

The chatter between Harry and Ron became louder, signaling that they were close. “Would you like to do the honors?” Draco whispers in your ear as you peek around the corner.

Turning to your boyfriend, you smile, “I’d love nothing more, Mr. Malfoy.” Draco smiles as you pull your wand from the waistband of your uniform skirt. You carefully peer around the corner before giving a wave of your wave and reciting a charm. “Immobulus!” you cast the charm as Ron and Harry instantly freeze.

Their faces are frozen in mid-conversation, but their eyes look around them in sheer panic. You and Draco start to hysterically laugh, emerging from the other side of the wall. Harry and Ron’s eyes are darting between each other and then you and Draco. “Well, what do we have here? Potter and Weasel-bee? What a delightful surprise!” Draco claps his hands together. “You two look even more ridiculous frozen than normally. I didn’t think that was possible,” Draco drapes an arm around your shoulder. “We’d love to stay and chat, but I’m afraid (Y/N) and I have to get to Potions class. Wouldn’t want Professor Snape getting mad at tardiness!”

You and Draco start to walk away before an idea pops into your head. “Hold on, darling, I don’t think I’m quite done yet...” you stop in your tracks and walk back over to the frozen Harry and Ron. “Sorry, boys. I can’t not take this opportunity to completely and utterly embarrass you. Consider it payback for the last Quidditch match!” you exclaim happily. 

Before Draco can ask you what you were doing, you pants Harry and Ron in two swift motions. So now, there they stood, frozen with their dress pants dangling around their ankles. As you do this, Draco lets out a loud laugh, hunched over in laughter. It was funny, sure, but it wasn’t until you noticed that Ron Weasley’s boxer shorts were quidditch themed, but more specifically had members of the Bulgarian National Quidditch team on them. Victor Krum was quite literally on his bum. This sends you into fits of giggles as you run away from the scene and grab Draco's hand. “Okay, now let’s get out of here before someone see us!” you giggle, running down the corridors to Potions class with your boyfriend.

About fifteen minutes later, whilst in the middle of class, Ron and Harry stumble in with Hermione not too far behind. She mumbles something about being late to class before smacking them both upside the head. You hold back a smile and look at Draco from across your work station who allows a shit eating grin dance on his lips. He wasn't very discreet when it came to these things. 

“Granger, Weasley, and Potter,” Professor Snape calls out from the front of the classroom. “You’re fifteen minutes late to my class.”

Hermione tries to open up her mouth to explain the reasoning of their tardiness, but Snape holds up a hand not wanting to hear her measly excuse. Snape’s little gesture to Hermione makes Ron frustrated and then say, “It’s not our fault. Malfoy and (Y/N) put a charm on Harry and I and we had to wait for someone to stumble along and help us. Hermione just happened to be coming down that hall and helped us!”

Professor Snape seems unimpressed. Plus, he has no reasoning to believe a Weasley excuse, considering all the bogus ones his older twin brother have made and gotten away with. “Ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape declares earning a groan from the trio. “Each,” he adds which just makes Ron scoff. “And another five thanks to Mr. Weasley’s little outburst. Now take your seats before I decide to take away any more points.”

The trio of friends begrudgingly walks to their seats in the back of the classroom, glaring at you and Draco as you happily work on your assignments for the class. “Such a shame. Thirty-five points down the drain,” Draco huffs under his breath.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Ron sneers which earns a warning glare from Professor Snape. Ron looks at Snape and then back at you and Draco, scoffing before starting his own work.

That was the thing about you and Draco’s pranks. You usually got away with them. As compared to Fred and George’s pranks, people knew when they pulled a prank since it was so public and they made a show of their pranks. You and Draco pulled your pranks in private as to have no witnesses, so you could get away with them. The twins should take a few pages out of your book. 

As they work on their assignments, Harry huffs, “I’m tired of getting ripped on by them two.” The trio looks at you and Draco happily doing your work, Draco stealing a kiss when Snape isn’t looking at you two. “They need a taste of their own medicine. Especially Malfoy since he’s been bothering us longer than (Y/N) has,” Harry tells his friends.

Hermione continues to work on the assignment as Harry and Ron continue the conversation. “Maybe they need a little prank pulled on them,” Ron offers. Harry furrows his brows as Hermione mutters and Oh, dear. “Maybe I can implore the help of Fred and George. They may have something up their sleeves...” Ron says with a smile as Harry starts to join in with a mischievous smile. 

The two boys look at Hermione as if to say, What do you say? “Oh, no. Leave me out of this. I’m not getting myself into more trouble after this little stunt. I have a perfect record to maintain. I don’t need anything else on my plate,” Hermione reprimands the boys as she continues to work diligently.

“Oh, come on, ‘Mione. Imagine how good it’s gonna feel when they finally get a taste of their own medicine. Especially Malfoy. And you know Fred and George. They’ll make it a spectacle,” Ron wiggles his brows. The boy look at Hermione, eyes begging her to agree to this. With a sigh, she gives in, earning a yes and high five between the boys. “I’ll let the boys know.” In between classes, Harry and Ron had managed to convince the twins to help them out with pulling off a successful prank. They were both hesitant at first, not wanting to get involved with Malfoy, but after much persistence (and the promise of three galleons each), Fred and George obliged. “So, what are we trying to do here? Tasteful prank? Embarrassing prank? We need details in order to execute this properly,” George asks, folding his arms. 

Ron looks at Harry, expecting him to know what he wants since it was his idea to do this. “Well,” Harry starts. “Something that’ll make Malfoy’s blood boil. Something that would get on his very last nerve.”

Fred looks at George with a devious little smile, “I think we have just the thing. We’ve been saving this one for a good victim. I think Malfoy and (Y/L/N) may just be the perfect match. What do you say, Georgie?” he nudges his brother who gives him a handshake. “It’ll be ready at dinner time in the Great Hall.” Before the trio can thank the twins, they are already running to the dormitories to get the prank ready.

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Soon enough, the dinner hour rolls around and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all sitting at their table, sipping on pumpkin juice in anxious anticipation. They watch you as you walk into the Great Hall with Pansy Parkinson, laughing about something, arms laced with each other. “Where the bloody hell are Fred and George?” Ron shifts in his seat.

“Speak of the devils,” Hermione says as she spots Fred and George duck into the Great Hall behind you and Pansy. Fred and George walk to where the trio sits. “Has it been done? Why are they coming over here?” she anxiously asks, earning a hush from Ron. “Did you idiots do it?” Hermione asks.

George scoffs, “Impatient, are we?” Hermione rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. “Before dinner was set up, Freddie and I snuck in her and put the potion in the cup.”

Harry gives the twins a confused look. “But how do you know which cup to put it in?” he asks.

“Fourth chair from the end, that’s where she always sits. Sandwiched between Draco and Zabini and across from Parkinson,” Fred simply states before drinking his own pumpkin juice.

The trio gives confused looks to each other. “She?” Ron clarifies.

“(Y/N),” both twins say in synch. “That’s who we’re pranking, right?” George asks. Hermione’s eyes go wide and Ron starts to nervously stutter. Harry puts his head in his hands. “You said you wanted to get back at Malfoy so we decided what better way than to go through his girlfriend!”

Ron smacks his brothers upside the heads, earning an ow! from the both of them. “We said do it to Malfoy, not (Y/N)! It’s not like they are interchangeable, you gits!”

Fred and George look at each other worried for a moment before shrugging. “Too late now,” Fred says, watching you grab your cup and taking a sip. “Ladies and gentlemen, the show as begun.”

As you sit across from Pansy, you grab your cup. “Draco isn’t here yet? That’s odd, he’s usually always here first...” you trail off, lifting the cup to your lips. You gulp down a large sip of the sweet juice.

“He was in the common room with the boys last time I saw him. Something about planning another prank on Potter,” she giggles.

As Pansy talks, you suddenly feel your finger tips start to tingle and your head starts to reel and feel heavy. Your face becomes hot, but the rest of your body is cold. “(Y/N), you don’t look so good, are you feeling alright?” Daphne asks from a few seats down. You don’t answer her question, you open up your mouth, but nothing comes out. You suddenly feel your head become the weight of a boulder and your eyes close as you faint backwards off your seat and onto the floor, earning gasps and calls for help from witnesses.

“Bloody hell!” Ron squeals with fear as the entire Gryffindor table watched you faint. “You gave her a potion that made her faint?!” Ron exclaims. “We’re in deep trouble now...” Fred and George look at each other concerned. “It wasn’t supposed to do that! It was supposed to be a Fungiface Potion! Her face was supposed to break out in fungi and look all funny! It wasn’t supposed to do that! I told you to be careful with the measurements, Fred!” George smacks his twin, who just smacks him back as this soon erupts into a fight between the two of them.

“Would you two stop this right now? A girl has fainted due to your lack of intelligence and common sense! You have to bring her to Madame Pomfrey!” Hermione exclaims, rising from her seat. “Now!” 

Stumbling to their feet, the trio watch as Fred and George run over to the Slytherin table to where you had just fainted. The twins babble about who should pick her up before Fred just gets frustrated and throws your limp body over his right shoulder. The trio hears George mutter something about measuring and the potion as the bicker, bringing you out of the Great Hall and to Madame Pomfrey. “What idiots...” Ron huffs as Hermione sinks into her seat again.

The severity of the situation hits the trio. They had just been the root of why Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend was now in the medical wing. Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy who was a part of one of the most powerful wizard families. This was a problem.

“Do we tell Draco?” Harry asks.

Ron scoffs, “And give ourselves up like that? If I learned anything from my brothers, you never confess until you have been accused and the other person has evidence of what you’ve done!” 

Hermione rolls her eyes, “He’s gonna know we had something to do with whether we tell him or not! He’s not a fool.”

With that, Draco walks into the Great Hall with Zabini, Goyle, and Crabbe. The four boys are all smiling as they walk over to the table. Draco immediately notices your absence and says, “Where’s (Y/N)? She’s never late.” Pansy and Daphne gulp and look at Draco with nervous smiles. “What happened?” the concern rises in his voice.

Pansy clears her throat, “She fainted...something was in her pumpkin juice.” Draco’s eyes widen as he looks around, trying to see if you were somewhere in the Great Hall resting. “The Weasley twins took her to the hospital wing. They were muttering something about a potion?”

That’s when it hits Draco. “The Weasley twins?” he angrily asks as Pansy flinches. Draco looks a few tables over and see the trio anxiously looking at Draco. When he meets their eyes, the trio quickly looks away and pretends to be preoccupied in conversation. “Of course,” he says through gritted teeth before launching over to the Gryffindor table, Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle not far behind. “Potter!” Draco yells as he approaches the table.

Harry gulps and rises to his feet, ready to defend himself and his friends. 

“You think that’s funny? Poisoning my girlfriend in order to get back at the little prank we pulled this morning, eh? You little prick!” Draco grabs Harry by the collar and starts shaking him. “You’re so lucky that I wasn’t here to witness it. But now that I am here, I’m going to beat the living shit out of you.”

Ron and Hermione run around to Harry and pull him out of Draco’s grip. “We didn’t poison (Y/N), the twins made a mistake when trying to concoct a different potion! It was an accident!” Hermione defends Harry, holding his arm as Ron takes his other. 

Draco spits, “Shut up, you filthy little mud blood!”

Ron’s face contorts with anger before screaming, “Don’t you dare call her that!”

Harry and Hermione now hold Ron back before he tries to send a punch to Draco’s jaw. “You stay away from her, you hear me? If you even think about her, I will have my father involved in this business. And he’ll take care of you three himself. Bloody pricks...” Draco pushes people out of his way as he runs to the hospital wing to get to your side immediately. He hated that he wasn’t here earlier to bring you to the hospital wing himself. He hated that he wasn’t at your side right now.

Meanwhile, you sat in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey and Fred and George explain what happened with much hesitation. Instead of being cross with them or wanting revenge, you laughed. A failed potion? No harm in that. It was a valiant attempt at revenge. A meek, feeble one, but an attempt nonetheless. The twins were shocked that you were laughing. “I can appreciate the attempt, boys,” you laugh as the noticeably relax. “I mean, still not cool that I was the victim and I will be getting you back for this, but I’ll shake your hand.”

You shake hands with the twins as you lightly laugh. “We should probably get going before Malfoy comes in, yeah?” George says.

“I think that would be best,” you nod your head as the twins apologize again and open the doors to leave just to have Draco storm into the hospital wing. “Hi, darling,” you smile at Draco who lets out a sigh of relief. 

Draco runs to your side, “Thank Godric, you’re alright.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to lose it the next time I see the Weasley twins,” Draco huffs and that’s when Fred and George quite literally run out of the hospital wing, making you laugh. “What bloody idiots. I can’t believe they did this to you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, love. I wish it was me and not you.”

You place your hand on Draco’s cheek. “Don’t be silly, Draco. I’m fine. The twins were trying to make a Fungiface potion, but forgot an ingredient and miss measured and instead made a Sleeping Drought potion. I woke up the instant I got to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey says there's nothing wrong with me. I just need to eat some food and drink water. I can leave when we are ready,” you caress his face with your hand. “It was all in good fun.”

“I love how naive you are,” he sighs. “It’s not good fun, darling. Those idiots were trying to get back at me through you and I don’t want to ever see you hurt. I would never forgive myself.”

“And I love how intense you are,” you repeat. “They weren’t trying to kill me, Draco. I’m right here. I’m quite alright. Now how about we just put this behind us and go eat, okay?” You kiss his lips sweetly as Draco melts into your touch.

He smiles at you sweetly. “Alright. Only because you say you’re fine. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to beat the shit out of Potter for this.”

“Alright, darling. We’ll think of other pranks on our way to the Great Hall, yeah?” you laugh as you climb out of the hospital bed.

Draco laces your fingers together. “You read my mind.”

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[saffronwritings]

C L U M S Y | I I D A

Oh, we were destined for danger; familiar strangers. We were bound to make a mess of things, mixin' fireworks and gasoline.

I I D A | P a r t  O n e

[Part Two] [Part Three]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

Word Count: 2.4k

Following the rules is all he knew how to do, until he met you.

               It was rare for Iida to really stray away from his daily routines. He had developed a strict schedule for himself in during his time at UA. He took his studies very seriously and took to his training even harder, especially after the incident with the villain Stain. If he was going to prove to his family that he was going to be the best, then he had no other choice. Breaking multiple pairs of glasses, going through crazy battles with his fellow classmates, and constantly being on alert during his patrols during his work studies. There wasn’t much that Iida wasn’t prepared for, well, that is, until he met you. 

      ��        You were definitely the complete opposite of Tenya Iida. You were constantly late to most of your classes, you scraped by with your grades, and you seemed very unorderly when it came to having you act together. There was no denying your quirk was very admirable to get yourself a slot in the 1-A class, but your consistent lack of caring for the rules bothered Iida. He had a great deal of patience when it came to the other students in his class. He let Bakugou’s negative attitude and outbursts slide, he gave up on lecturing Denki about falling asleep in class, and even stopped pestering Sero from leaning back in his chair. Well really, he stopped pestering Sero about that because he convinced Iida he was able to balance it safely with his tape. Which he totally didn’t and hopes Iida doesn’t find out.

               Which lead to Iida to question why he was so confused as to why your empty desk this morning bothered him so much. “Good morning Iida!” Ochako greeted him to pull him from his annoyed thoughts. “Good morning to you as well, Uraraka-chan.” He smiled at her but found himself looking back at your empty desk again. “You two didn’t happen to see Y/L/N on your way over from Heights Alliance, did you?” Iida asked finally when Izuku joined the two of them. Izuku quickly turned his attention to your desk and shook his head. “I didn’t see her when the rest of the girls were gathering to walk over this morning. I think Mina-chan went to check on her, but she didn’t answer her door.” Ochako said with a frown.

               Iida looked at his watch to see they still had fifteen minutes before class started. He would be damned if he let you skip another day of class, yet again. You were making the rest of class 1-A look bad by not being together for one another. Iida stood abruptly and announced to Ochako and Izuku that he was going to go grab you from your dorm. “Are you going to have enough time before Aizawa-sensei gets here?” Ochako asked. A smirk crossed Iida’s face and she knew almost instantly he was going to use his quirk to quickly get to you. Before she and Izuku could ask anymore questions he was off. He hated using his quirk outside of training because he knew his teachers didn’t approve of it. However, if by chance he were to be caught he could easily explain himself to Aizawa.

               He reached Heights Alliance in no time. Noticing that Kaminari and Sero were just now leaving the dormitory. “Iida? I thought you’d be in class by now.” Sero mentioned, raising his eyebrow to his class rep. “I’m getting Y/L/N.” He announced before storming into the building. “Also, you two should hurry up before you are late for homeroom!” He shouted behind him. Sero and Kaminari both laughed and left Iida to his business, knowing not to try and interfere. Iida was a stubborn minded individual who followed through with his plans to completion. While he was heading up the staircase towards your dorm, he checked his watch to make sure he was still good on time, which he was.

               He reached your dorm room without a minute to spare and knocked on it three times solidly. “Y/L/N. This is your class rep Tenya Iida. You are going to be yet again late to homeroom class if you don’t hurry.” He announced in a loud stern voice. However, to his surprise he was on the receiving end of radio silence. He knocked again a little louder and waited to hear a response. A huff of frustration left his lips, and he pressed his ear to your door. There was no sound coming from the other side of the door. “I am going to come in, Y/L/N.”  He warned you in hopes to stir some kind of reaction out of you. When you still failed to reply to him, he hesitantly opened the door. He didn’t open it all the way at first to obviously give you respect in case you were changing. Maybe you had headphones on, and therefore you weren’t answering him.

               When he noticed the lights were off in your room, he pushed the door all the way open. From what he could see, he saw your small trash can next to your bed and littered next to it was what he assumed were used tissues. “Y/L/N?” He whispered as he approached you closer. You were laying under a bunch of covers and looked like you were still heavily asleep. So, you weren’t technically skipping class on purpose. He had felt bad for assuming with your attendance record that you were just skipping. He cleaned up the used tissues for you and organized your nightstand so that you could easily access the water bottle you had plus the medicine you were taking.

               Now that he was thinking about it, over the weekend you had not been very active in the dorm’s activities. He noticed your absence more than he noticed anyone else’s’. He walked back over to you and put a hand on your forehead and felt how bad you were burning up. This little action caused you to stir a bit and grab his arm and pull him into bed with you. This took the boy by surprise as you quickly snuggled yourself into his presence. “Y/L/N! THIS IS HIGHLY INNAPROPRIATE!” He whispered yelled while having his face burn alongside yours.

               He didn’t want to wake you up from getting your rest, but he knew he had to get back to class. Panic set in his mind as he tried to find a way to get out of the bed without really disturbing you. However, it seemed like you had a death grip around his neck, and you were not going to let go without a fight.  How on earth did I get myself here… He thought to himself. He let out a sigh and accepted defeat. He was going to have a hard time explaining himself to Aizawa for not showing up to class today. Hopefully Ochako and Izuku would explain to him that he was checking up on you and if you had told Aizawa that you were sick that he would think Iida was taking you to Recovery Girl. Which was a plan of his once you had woken up from your medicine induced slumber.

               Iida would be lying to himself if he didn’t take a good look at you while you were sleeping. The way you were snoring lightly made his heart melt. Why did you have to continuously break the rules? He was so smitten for you whether he wanted to admit it or not. He lightly brushed some of the hair out of your face and you had further nuzzled yourself into the side of his neck. The blush he had deepened, and he swore it spread not only to his face but down his neck and to his ears. “You have no clue the effect you have on me…” Iida whispered before lazily running his hands through your hair. Before he could even recognize it, he was falling asleep next to you.

               You had stirred a bit after what you felt was hours after taking your cold medicine that Recovery Girl gave you the night before. You were sweating and you assumed because you had broken your fever, however, when you went to move your covers off your person you felt yourself anchored to the bed. Confused, you opened your eyes, and you were face to face with a sleeping Tenya Iida. A blush quickly spread across your face and you let out a tiny yelp. This caused the blue haired boy to stir a bit. You pretended to go back to sleep as if not to get caught staring at your class representative. How on earth did this happen??

               The last thing you remembered was taking your medicine before passing back out while everyone else was getting ready for class. Mina had knocked on your door to check in on you, but you were too tired to answer. You had already told Aizawa the night before that you were going to rest up the next day, so you weren’t worried about class. So why was Iida here? You felt him run his hand through your hair lazily and you could feel your face burn even hotter. There was no denying that you had a thing for the strict class rep, but you knew with your lackadaisical attitude that he was not even in the slightest bit interested in you, or so you thought. You weren’t sure what to do, besides attempt to stir him enough so he would jolt out of your bed. He was in your bed. Tenya Iida, the class rep, was in your bed.

               You kept repeating yourself over and over in your head and before you could pass out from thinking too hard, he had stirred and stretched himself out. You took this opportunity to release the grip you had on him. You sat up slowly and he quickly retreated out of your bed. It seemed like he was going to make a dash for your door and you quickly reached out and grabbed his hand. He stiffened by your touch and turned back to you. “Y/L/N. ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK. I WOULD NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING. I CAME TO CHECK ON YOU SINCE I NOTICED YOUR ABSENCE IN CLASS.” He immediately started to spit out, chopping the air with his free hand quickly.

               Your expression softened at his outburst and a soft giggle left your lips. “You must have made the mistake of stirring me in my medicine induced coma. I often latch onto things close to me when I’m sick. I’m sorry for dragging you into my bed.” You shyly spoke, voice raspy from both sleep and from your cold. The two of you sat in awkward silence, not knowing what to say to one another. That is until Iida cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up on his face. He sat back down on your bed and looked at you with a soft expression. “Are you at least feeling better?” Iida questioned, not breaking eye contact with you. You also noticed he hadn’t let go of your hand.

               You nodded, breaking the eye contact to look at both of your hands. You knew this wouldn’t last forever, as much as you wanted it to.  “I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better then, Y/L/N.” He said, directly his attention back towards your bedroom door. “I should go back to school. However, I can come check on you when I get back?” He said, standing but not releasing your hand. “I’d like that.” You whispered, a flush of color coming back to your cheeks. Iida had been checking his watch to notice that he had only been gone from class for an hour. He had made a story up in his head to tell Aizawa about his disappearance before smiling at you. “Rest up, Y/N.” He said, leaning over to place a soft kiss to your temple. He squeezed your hand before exiting your room, leaving you a smiling mess.                . . .

               When Iida arrived back at the UA Campus, he got chewed out by Aizawa for not being in homeroom class. Even when Iida tried to explain the story to him, Aizawa was not having it. “You are the class rep, don’t make me regret giving you that title if you are going to use it to your advantage.” He sneered before dismissing him from the classroom. He had only gotten reprimanded once before from Aizawa and that was from the incident with Stain. His heart was pounding from the anxiety he was experiencing. He worked too hard to get to where he was now for something so small set him back. He brushed all thoughts of what happened this morning to the side and went on to his next class.

               Izuku and Ochako had asked what had happened, but Iida assured that it was nothing serious. That he had lectured you about being late to class constantly and that he helped get you medicine. While it was a lie, he didn’t want to inform his fellow classmates about his inappropriate behavior. If they had learned that he had technically ditched class for something so inappropriate, then it would send the wrong message. While his exterior showed seriousness, he felt himself thinking nonstop about this morning’s actions. He couldn’t let someone like you, who was known for breaking the rules, get him in trouble.

               There was a reason that Iida strayed away mostly from the Bakusquad. Kaminari and Sero typically got themselves into a lot of trouble. They were known mainly as the class clowns. While Izuku got himself into trouble as well, it wasn’t on the same level. None of his friends he surrounded himself with were troublemaker’s. They never skipped class to go lay on the roof or fell asleep in the middle of Present Mic’s lectures.

               It was almost as if Iida was trying to make it as if this morning didn’t happen. He focused on the lessons for the day and when classes were let out, he immediately went to his dorm room to study. He felt bad for not following through on checking in on you, but he wasn’t about to get caught up in something that would hurt his chance on proving to his family he could be better than Tensei. He would never hear the end of it from his parents if they heard he was slacking on his studies. So, he pushed the thought of you, and his potential attraction to you, to the side. He wouldn’t get caught up in you. Or so he thought…

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Feeling the Burn Part 3

Warnings: cussing, teenage rebellion, angry Jensen and angry reader

Words: 2400

Summary: The honeymoon is over… 

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“Hey,” Danneel stroked Jensen’s face. “Gotta wake up, baby.”

“Why?” He rolled over with a whine.

“Dinner. I know you want to sleep but you need to get back in your schedule. Come on. YN made us dinner.”

“Did she poison it?” Jensen grinned.

“I did no such thing!” YN laughed and walked into the room.

“Busted,” Danneel helped Jensen sit up.

“Thanks.”

“I cut up the chicken for you. Bigger pieces though so that you can use your fork easier,” YN grinned, proud of herself and Jensen’s progress.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He stopped. He didn’t want to cross a boundary. “I’m sorry, YN. I just meant it as a compliment. I didn’t mean to overstep with the nickname.”

YN stopped, thinking.

“It’s okay. I just haven’t been called that in a while. Recently it’s been bitch, preppy princess, or whore.”

“Who in the hell called you that?!” Danneel stepped forward.

YN stepped back, ashamed that she shared the information.

“My parents…”

“You know that not right, right?” Danneel said quietly.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. You are none of those.”

_______

Summer

“You can work your normal hours.  Four a day, but that’s it, you hear me?” Jensen told YN.  

“But I’m out of school, and I have more time!” YN resisted.

“Exactly,” Danneel walked into the stockroom.  

“But that means I have more time to work!”

“You don’t always have to be working or doing things, YN!” Jensen spat back.  

“You do! You fly everywhere and are always busy with the show or conventions, or-”

“That is not the same, and you know it! I have to do those things.  You don’t.  You are sixteen.  You need to go to parties and cause trouble with your friends.”

“Stop trying to do that to me!  You’re the one who started this stupid brewery anyway! You made the choice to be busy!  I am busy because I have to be sane!” YN growled back.  A staff member walked in to grab extra supplies.  She backed out quickly after hearing raised voices.

“It’s an investment- nevermind.  Look, you need downtime.  Everyone does.  That’s just how it works.  If you go and go, you will wear yourself out, kid.  You don’t have to be busy and away from the house.  Please, you have to learn to relax,” he calmed and sighed, feeling like he made his point.  

“Whatever.  I have to go to work now.  I’ll be home on time, jerk,” YN stomped off.  

“Go home,” Jensen shouted after her.  She froze. “If you’re acting like this with me, you’re not ready to be with those kids outside.  Cool off.”

“I am not going home!  This is the only thing I have left! Just leave me alone!” Without turning around, YN continued her walk to the dining area and out the door.  

Jensen wiped a hand over his face.  

“This is what happens.  The foster class teacher said the outbursts were normal.  Especially since we are through the honeymoon period.” Danneel walked into his arms.

“Yeah.  I think she just wants her life to be normal.  We’re trying to give her normal.”

“I know, and we’ll keep trying.”

_________

YN walked through the sand area to find some of her classmates at the lunch tables.  She smiled out of professional courtesy.  As she continued on, she heard them change their conversation.

“She lives with the owners of this place, I think.”

“The Ackles, right?  Moocher.  She can’t live with her parents because all she did was cause trouble, I heard.  She will get kicked out eventually,” the person laughed.  

Shocked, YN took a deep breath.  Tears sprang forward, but she held them in and continued on to take used napkins from the ground to the trash cans.  

“I think she just uses them.  Ever since then she’s had nicer clothes.  She drives that nice SUV too.  I heard that fire started because somebody had it in for her.  Or her fake dad.”

“Jensen?  She ain’t good enough for them anyway.  They’ll get tired of her.”

YN walked into the break room to pick up her personal items before going back to the Ackles’.  She saw Danneel working on her computer sitting on the couch.

“I’m going home.  I’m grabbing dinner for myself.  I’ll see you later,” YN said quickly.  

Danneel looked up confused.  After looking at her watch Danneel said, “Your shift doesn’t end for another hour.  What’s going on?”

“Nothing.  I’ll make up the hour or more if you want me to.  I just need a sec.”

YN walked out quickly before Danneel could object.  

Jensen stood in the foyer as YN entered.  He flicked the lights on as she tried to remain quiet.

“Dammit.” YN was found out.  

“You left your shift early.  Employees get in trouble for that,” Jensen stared her down.  “Why?”

“Emergency.”

“What’s the emergency?  I am your boss, remember that.”

“Let me by,” YN tried to pass Jensen.  He blocked her access to the stairs.

“You’ve been crying,” Jensen said plainly.

“Move.” YN tried to pull him away from the stairs.

“Ha,” he laughed.

“Move the hell out of my way!”

“Why?  You never act this way.  What happened?”

“I’m a charity case, let me go get my stuff! I’ll leave you alone.  Here are the keys to the Explorer.  Sorry I was such a shithead.”

Jensen’s body relaxed as he confusedly took in her statements.  

“What the hell are you talking about, kid? You’ve never been an inconvenience.  We took you in because you needed somewhere to stay.  Not because we are who we are in the eyes of others.  We’re regular people who try to take care of people they care about.  That’s all.”

“The girls- They were being-” YN stopped and dropped her things against the wall.

“What? Tell me,” he said quietly.

“Girls from school.  They think I’m a moocher.”

“Oh.  You know that you aren’t.  You try to pay for everything.  Even though we won’t let you,” Jensen smiled.  ‘It sucks when others misperceive you or make judgements.”

“Yeah,” YN whispered.  “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“I wouldn’t have liked it either.  Plus, high school girls are awful.” He pulled her into his chest after he saw her body relax.  

“True.”

“Now, about leaving work without authorization…”

“I’m sorry, Jensen.  I really am.  I just couldn’t take it.”

“You work an extra hour tomorrow, okay?” He looked down at her to watch her reaction.  

“Yes, sir.”

He saw her eyes soften and a tear fall out of her tear duct.  

“Hey, none of that.  You’re okay.”

“I know.  That’s what scares me.  I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared.  Just know that we are here.  Hopefully you aren’t scared with us.”

“No, never.  Just don’t like the situation.”

“Gotcha.  We do care.  We promise.”

“I think I need a hug.  Please.” YN opened her arms.  

“Come here,” Jensen reciprocated and squeezed her tightly.  

—————

“I found this in my cubby at work,” Danneel offered a piece of paper to Jensen.

“What is it?” He flipped it over to read it. “She’s a skank.”. Jensen looked up to see Danneel’s face.”Who? Huh?”

“I don’t know.” Danneel huffed and crossed her arms. “YN? Maybe?”

“But why?” Jensen cocked his head to the side.

“It’s just so random. But then I checked yours and found another one that said YN was a criminal. Outta nowhere. Who would say these things?”

——————-

FALL

“Hey,” Danneel walked into YN’s room. “You seem more tired than usual.”

“The kids have been more crazy since they are out of school. They throw sand at each other, or the parents just don’t pay attention. I hate being a parent when I’m not even their parent.”

“Sorry, kiddo. Do you want to move to being a hostess?” Danneel pulled out YN’s computer chair and sat down across from her. YN shook her head. “Has everything been going okay? You haven’t been teased or anything, have you?”

“Just what I told Jensen. That’s all.”

“Hey,” Danneel quietly walked into YN’s room. “I got a notification from that grading system thing that you got a D in your math test.”

YN’s face turned red.

“I didn’t study. I’m sorry.” YN stated quickly.

“Why do I not believe that?”

“I-”

“Your schooling has never been an issue before.  What’s going on?”

“I am sorry!” YN sobbed.  “I can’t- I won’t let it happen again, okay?  Don’t be mad at me, please!” The girl sobbed in her hands.  

Danneel saw how YN’s body rocked with emotion, her chest heaving.  

“What the hell…” Jensen walked past the doorway.

“Shh.” Danneel asked him to be quiet.  When YN realized Jensen was there, she broke out in sobs again.  

“Don’t hate me!”

“Where is this coming from?” Jensen whispered to Danneel.  “She’s not an emotional kid.” ‘

“She got a D.  She won’t even tell me why.”

“HEY!” Jensen yelled.  YN’s head snapped up and she let out a whimper. “Calm down,” he said quietly.  “You’ll live.  It’s one grade.  That’s it.”

“You don’t hate me?”

“No,” Jensen squinted at her.  “Should we be concerned?”

“It was the only time.  I promise.”

“I’m assuming you think we would hate you because that is a reaction you’ve gotten before.  Keep the D’s to a minimum, and we’ll be fine.” Danneel smiled and pulled Jensen out of her room.  

YN wiped away her tears.  

“Got away with it,” YN sighed, sad.

________

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” Jensen walked up behind his wife in the kitchen.

“What’s up, handsome?” She turned to face Jensen.

“I- I don’t want to come to conclusions, but has YN been acting funny?”

“Umm.  I don’t think so.  Why?” She put down her towel she was using to dry the dishes.

“She has been coming late to work, I know she’s also been staying inside the dining area lately rather than outside.  Dee-”

“What?”

“Money has been going missing lately.  I know she is saving for when she turns eighteen, so-” Jensen tried to speak quickly.  “I know I’m reaching, but do you think-”

“What? No. How much has gone missing?” Danneel pushed gently against Jensen so that she could read his body language.

“Twenty to forty dollars each week.  But it’s always during her shifts. I had the finance guy doublecheck.  I don’t want to believe it, but…”

“Babe, we can’t just accuse her of-”

“Accuse me of what?” YN stepped into the kitchen after walking down the stairs.  

“Nothing, sweetie,” Danneel tried to cover up their conversation.

“No, it’s something,” Jensen started.  “You’ve been acting funny lately, and we want to know why.”

“What?  I’ve been fine,” YN pulled at the hem of her shirt.

“Right, then why are you nervous right now? How come you’ve been failing in school? You’ve been acting funny at work, AND now we find out that there is money going missing during your shifts, so-”

“You can’t be serious?  You blame me for EVERYTHING that goes wrong around here.  I get that my grades have gone down, but my classes have been hard.  And, I am not failing.  I have B’s, thank you!  As far as the money goes, why would I steal from the brewery?  If I need something, I know you get money from the state for me, and I know you would help me out yourselves.  I would NOT steal from you!  Do you think that low of me?”

“No, it’s just that you haven’t been yourself, and,” Danneel tried to assuage the situation.  

“Get to your room.  Now!” Jensen stomped toward YN.  She shrieked and ran up the steps.  

“JENSEN!” Danneel followed him and pulled him back from the staircase.  “What the hell was that?  You realize you just sounded like her father who she doesn’t trust, right?”

Jensen’s eyes went wide.  

“I- I didn’t mean it,” he stuttered.  

“You better hope to God that you get to speak with her after what you just pulled.”

“Why?” Jensen asked on the other side of YN’s bedroom door.  

“Why what?” She growled.  Jensen flinched when he heard something hit her door.  

“You aren’t yourself lately.”

“What the hell do you care?”

“Did you steal the money?” Jensen asked plainly.

“No.”

“I believe you.”

Jensen slid down the wall until he landed on his rear.  

“I’ve been getting lower grades though.”

“You said your classes have been getting harder.  It’s okay.” Jensen said quietly.

“I cheated on that test when I got that D.  I got in major trouble.  The kid I copied from I thought had studied.  Apparently not.”

Jensen turned and twisted the knob on her door, pushing it open.  Both individuals were seated on the floor with the door frame in between them.  

“I felt so bad.  I haven’t cared since.  I’m just a screwup anyway.  It doesn’t matter.  I’ll be eighteen in a year and you won’t want me here.  Why should I care?”

Jensen lowered his head.  Looking at his sock-clad feet, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.  

“Because you know you can.  Sure, you shouldn’t have cheated, but that doesn’t mean your life is over.  You know better.  You can hold yourself to a higher standard and meet those goals.  This was one time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Kid. You don’t have to be perfect. We’ll never expect you to be. Have you cheated since?” Jensen stayed his question without judgement in his voice.

“No. Learned my lesson. Although I’d probably be doing better if I did.”

“It’s okay to care. And as a father-type in your life, no cheating. Again. Understand?”

“Absolutely. Promise.”

“Grades should be improving from now on, yes?” He raised a brow and smirked.

“Yes.” She crawled over to him through the door frame. He opened his arms to her.

“No more.”

“Punishment?” YN backed away.

“This happened a few months ago, right?”

“Yeah?”

“No TV the rest of the day.” Jensen shrugged.

“But an episode of-“

“Nope.” He smiled.

“Fine.”

“Small price to pay, kiddo. And I’m sorry for yelling. I should have handled that differently. Please forgive me.”

“Okay.”

“Dinner’s almost ready, based on the smell.”

YN smelled the air.

“Yum.”

—————

“Hi, what happened?” Jensen stormed into the prestigious building.  I got a call regarding YN LN? I’m her foster dad.”

“Hi, sir.  I’ll walk you back.” A secretary guided Jensen to a new area, passing the security point.  He saw a man with a suit and tie walk in the police station room, badge on his hip.

“Hi, Mr. Ackles.  I need to talk to you about YN…”

___________

FEELING THE BURN

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PLEASE GIVE ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AFTER FFH

I LITERALLY DON’T THINK I CAN DO THAT BC IT’S WILD UP IN MY BRAIN RN BUT LET’S ATTEMPT SOME BULLET POINTS

•it was SO fun. Everyone got me so scared to go see it but instead I had a blast. Sure the emotional parts were a little rough but what no one told me is that the movie put the pieces back together too! It felt very healing as far as Endgame sadness and no one told me it would be like that. Plus I thought it was so funny and Peter & his friends & teachers were GOLD

•I love this MJ. GOD do I LOVE this MJ. Zendaya is wonderful. “Awkward teen” is such a common archetype that it never seems to feel real and miss zendaya waltzes in with her impeccable acting instincts and realistic quirks and mannerisms and just nails this teenaged character with complete authenticity.......wig

•in the same vein I’m head over heels for this version of petermj GOD YES I don’t want perfectly romantic high school couples because things don’t WORK like that!! Why did things ever work like that!! Plus like every version of Peter Parker is a big nerd anyway it’s just unrealistic to expect him to have any game, you know? I love watching Zendaya & Tom play off of each other bc they both have SOLID instincts honestly they’re a joy to watch when they share the screen

•jake gyllenhaal man,,,,,jake gyllenhaal,,,,I don’t even know where to go with this. Mysterio was a cheesy level of evil, like he was ridiculously theatrical, and it would have been cheesy and ridiculous in less skilled hands but INSTEAD mr jake SNATCHED my WIG. He was so goshdarn charming in the first half that I caught myself wanting to like him (when I wasn’t mentally challenging him to fight me in a Walmart parking lot for being such a huge jerk) and that was all well and good but once he got to let his villainy loose? WOOOOOO okay first of all that SMILE that goshdarn SMILE the second Peter left the bar haha oh MAN he just, like, flipped a switch, you know? WILD. Riveting. mr jake’s teeth get 20 Oscars ALSO his villain speech? I can’t get into it there’s a lot to unpack but his delivery was so great. SO great. I loved how he was generally reserved and charming even when evil so that the moments when he had an outburst were scary. Like any time when he got angry and started yelling felt like a Moment bc of how he held back for the rest of it. He was always so deliciously menacing too like ugh sometimes I just love a good old fashioned villain, you know? He’s not terribly complicated, he’s pretty much just evil! Simple as that! Woohoo! And his dying line gave me CHILLS it wasn’t even just the line even tho the words are chill-enducing enough but it was his DELIVERY that just SENT ME like the way he’s trailing off and ESPECIALLY that creepy & deranged little smile AAAAHHHHHHH

•while we’re on the last line I get chills when I think about it bc when remembering the moment you fit the mid credit scene in with it and it’s like,,,,so THAT’S what that means,,,,THAT’S what the smile is for,,,,,THAT’S why you’re so pleased that anyone will believe anything,,,,,W I L D

•and I thought it was so cool how they updated Mysterio. He’s a special effects guy, right? That’s how the story goes when you look back at his origin comic, yeah? So to see him working with modern special effects instead of the practical effects of the era of his debut was so cool. Seeing Jake Gyllenhaal walk around in a Marvel movie wearing a morph suit was kinda meta and I kinda dig it. I thought it was all very creative

•if you had told me years ago that Back in Black by AC/DC would be the thing to set off an emotional outburst for me I literally would not have believed you but here we are

•no joke I was doing a relatively good job of holding it together (and relative is good for me) until AC/DC started playing, then I kinda lost it

•TOM HOLLAND SMASHED IT

•HE JUST SMASHED IT IDK

•THE SCENE IN THE PLANE. YOU KNOW THE ONE. 3000 OSCARS FOR MR TOM real talk I would kill to see him do a legit drama piece and I also can’t even imagine what he’ll be doing when he’s older. I mean. He’s pulling this out in a summer blockbuster of all things before he’s 25.....imagine what he’ll be doing if he gets to the point of having, like, decades of experience behind him

•the part when he was building his suit.......I cried

•as far as the plot...on one hand? Predictable every step of the way. On the other hand? I find a weird satisfaction in watching a movie that flawlessly fulfills basic beat structure and yeah it would be boring if every movie did that but it’s okay sometimes

•the first scene. the first. goshdarn scene. I have never truly known what it was like to laugh and cry at the same time

•MJ AND A MACE!!!! YEAH!

•I like how this movie begins with the question “is Spider-Man the next Iron Man” and proceeds to answer it with “no. He’s Spider-Man and that’s more than good enough.” Tony’s shadow is a huge one to live under and I love that the movie explicitly places Peter outside of that shadow. Like, yeah, he’s similar to Tony in some ways but at the end of the day? He’s his own hero. It’s highlighted even more by the fact that Mysterio is his foil and Mysterio wanted to be the new Iron Man.

•I don’t know what I was expecting from the second credit scene but that......wasn’t it. The two credits scenes threw me through more loops than the entire actual movie did

•J Jonah Jameson got a bigger reaction out of me than anything else in the movie by far

•I swear to you the words “pizza time” were uttered in this film I just don’t remember where

•I literally thought I was going to die when looking at Peter immediately after he got hit by the train

•the consistency with the limp throughout the whole second half really heckin Got Me and also how he touched his ribs in the final battle bc they were injured from the train accident. It’s the little things like that that make Peter seem more human & genuine

•WHEN HE SAW HAPPY AND WAS AFRAID OF HIM BC HE DIDN’T KNOW IF HE WAS REAL,,,,THAT HURT MY GUYS,,,,POOR BBY BOYYYYY but then when he hugged Happy I thought I was going to have a meltdown don’t worry I didn’t

•the scene where Mysterio seriously gets in Peter’s head, you know the one, good golly was that overwhelming. Like. I was feeling the need to jump up and start pacing the floor, you know? It was really well done and it stressed me outtt

•Iron Zombie had me feelin a little queasy if I’m being totally real here lol I was not feelin good about that one

•it took me the whole 2 hours to bounce back from “even dead I’m the hero” oh my god that was SO Tony. I can hear it in his voice. I miss him.

•can’t believe Tony is still out here fully protecting Peter with a whole army of drones from beyond the grave wow the irondad JUMPED out

•BUT OVERALL I FEEL SO GREAT AND EXCITED ABOUT THIS MOVIE WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#far from home spoilers #spider-man #spider-man far from home #peter parker #mysterio #quentin beck #iron man #tony stark #michelle jones #tom holland #jake gyllenhaal #zendaya

[caramelfuzz]

My Sick Spock fic (incomplete as of right now)

Set after the Galileo seven in the original series

“Captain, Transporter Room just beamed up five persons, alive and well.”

Kirk smiled to himself, he knew Spock and the others would be able to figure something out to get them off that godforsaken planet. He raced to the Transporter Room, eager to see his companions but was shocked to see that Uhura’s report of the status of his team may have overlooked a very important someone. While everyone looked a little worse for the wear, Spock looked awful. He was flushed green and coughing violently into his elbow. He straightened when he saw his captain approach, clearly favoring his left leg. McCoy pulled Kirk aside before he could get to the man, informing him of what had transpired down on Taurus II.

“There were a few problem children on this mission, captain. Only one of them made it out alive and his insistence upon burying his friends is what got Spock injured and nearly left us stranded. They ambushed us while we were burying the bodies, but I guess something he said about Spock’s lack of humanity got to him because he allowed it, even though I know he knew that we’d likely be attacked. I think he’s caught some sort of bug in addition to some pretty nasty bruises and maybe even a fracture on that ankle. He’s been through a lot and the crew’s lousy attitudes didn’t help any… I have to admit I took part in that myself before I realized the toll it was taking on him.”

“Heh…hihh… Hih-ISSshh! HehERSchh!”

Bones’s head whipped around at the sound of the stuffy, harsh sneezes, trying to find the source while blindly searching for his tricorder before remembering he’d lost it. What he saw was Spock hunched over with his face buried in his elbow.

“Uh oh.”

Kirk mumbled under his breath, and McCoy nodded his agreement. A sick Vulcan was not something either of them had ever dealt with, but it seemed their darling first officer would be the first.

-

“At least he’s only half Vulcan. Maybe his human side will see reason and not suppress whatever crap he’s got right now.”

Kirk ventured,

“Dammit Jim this is Spock we’re talking about. He’s the king of suppression!”

The two had retreated to med bay and were attempting to come up with a plan of attack between the examination of each crewmember that had been in the crash. Spock was last in line in the waiting area, probably hoping to be overlooked.

By the time it was Spock’s turn to be examined, the only plan they had was to ease into the conversation about Spock’s illness carefully and non-confrontationally so as not to spook the half-Vulcan into putting his shields up.

Spock walked into the room as normally as he could, though it was clear he was in pain from the subtle twitch of his eyebrows with every step he took.

“Spock, it’s just us, you don’t have to pretend to be fine anymore.”

Jim tried to sound cheerful yet stern, knowing that Spock responded better to orders than he did concern.

Spock, though clearly reluctant to show weakness, leaned more heavily on his good leg, thankful he didn’t have to walk any further.

“Dammit, Spock, sit down already. I won’t let you aggravate that ankle any more than you already have!”

McCoy hoped he sounded like his usual self when he was berating Spock, because he felt it was obvious that his heart wasn’t in it.

Spock sat down on the bed, watching with apprehension as McCoy prepared to do a full-body scan with the tricorder,

“If you’ll excuse me, doctor, I do believe that a full body scan is hardly necessary considering we already know the root of the problem at the m-hh-moment, which is my ankle.”

Though logical as ever, Spock’s hitch in his statement didn’t go unnoticed,

“It’s standard procedure, Spock, now hold still so I can scan you, dammit.”

“Heh…hihh… Hih-XKSH!”

Spock jerked forward, fighting to contain the strength of the sneeze and obviously failing as a strangled half-sneeze barreled out of him.

To his surprise, neither the captain nor the chief medical officer commented on his outburst, and he sniffled weakly into his wrist, perplexed at their silence while McCoy scanned him with the tricorder.

“Well, some sort of virus we were exposed to on Taurus II seems to have given you a bit of a cold now hasn’t it, Spock?”

“Sdf. Dond’t be ridiculous, doctor. I-hh- d-dod’t ghhet sick with h-hh-huband viruses.”

Aware of how his voice contradicted the denial, he attempted to sniffle in hopes of clearing some of the congestion from his voice, but it didn’t do much.

Jim cut in, injecting a little more concern into his statement,

“I think what Bones is trying to say is we think you should take it easy for a few days, Spock.”

“Illogical, captaind. I’mb dnot sick, so there is no reason for be to ‘take it easy’ as you so eloquedtly put it. There seebs to be sobethigg that is triggerig sombe sort of allergic respodse.”

“You’ve dealt with allergy attacks before, dammit! It says right here on the tricorder that your temperature is elevated which either means you’ve got an infection or you’re sick, plus you’re congested, which isn’t usual for your allergy attacks. By the way, blow your damn nose, hobgoblin, we can barely understand you.”

Spock took the proffered handkerchief and softly blew his nose, said appendage emerging just a few shades greener than before.

“As I said before, doctor, your logic is flawed. I cannot have a ‘bit of a cold’ because I cannot contract human illnesses.”

“Then this isn’t an illness humans can catch. I hate to break it to you, but you’re sick. It’s my recommendation as the chief medical officer that you remain here in sickbay for observation until we figure out how this illness with affect you.”

“W-hh-with all due respect, doctor, I-hh! Hih-ISShh! HehRSchh!”

After a slightly more forceful blow than before, Spock straightened and continued,

“With all due respect, doctor, I don’t believe you. If it is alright with you, captain, I wish to shower and attempt to rid my body of whatever irritating substance has triggered this histamine response.”

McCoy looked incredulously at Kirk, waiting for him to back him up, but was shocked to see a pensive look on his face, as though he were actually considering-

“I think that’s fine, Spock. After Dr. McCoy has finished your exam and treated your ankle, you are free to return to your quarters and do as you wish.”

“Thank you, captain.”

After McCoy’s exam had concluded and he’d yelled at Spock for all the “stupid” things he did on the planet to get himself so banged up, Spock limped towards his quarters. Kirk turned to leave, but was stopped by a hand gripping his arm.

“Why did you let him go, Jim? You know as well as I do that he’s sick. You saw the tricorder!”

Kirk looked at him, somewhat guiltily,

“He made a good argument, Bones. Besides, I kind of want to see how it goes with Spock being sick. I bet he’ll be cute as hell.”

McCoy frowned, then rolled his eyes.

“Now is no time for your little games, Jim. This is a virus I’ve never encountered before, and I would have liked to have been able to monitor Spock for any potential dangers it could pose.”

-

Spock entered his quarters and breathed a - completely logical - sigh of relief. It had been a rough mission by anyone’s standards, even his own impossibly high ones, and all he wanted to do was rest.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, he had a few hours until he was due on the bridge next so he figured the logical thing to do was rest until it was time to go to work.

He awoke to a knock on his door approximately 34 minutes later.

He attempted to tell whoever was entering to come in, but all that came out of his mouth was a croak. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Ahem-computer, lights to 45%. Please combe ind,”

He called, perplexed at the state of his voice. How had his illness-or whatever it was-grown worse instead of better? Hadn’t he been told in the past that sleeping was good for an illness?

The door slid open to reveal the captain, smiling as nonchalantly as he could.

“What is it you require, captaind?”

Spock attempted to sniffle discreetly, but only managed to create an undignified squeak when he tried to bring air in through his nasal passages. That wouldn’t do, but he didn’t want to risk blowing his nose in front of the captain as that might reveal that the “temporary discomfort” he’d experienced in med bay had in fact persisted.

“I don’t require anything, Spock. I just thought we could play chess or something, maybe talk about your human act of desperation in that ship,”

He added teasingly, grinning from ear to ear.

“It’s quite logical, captaind. I exabinded the problemb fromb all angles, and it was plaindly hopeless.”

Spock paused, swallowing his pride and sniffling hard enough to actually clear his voice of most of the congestion that marred his speech,

“Sdff. Logic informed me that under the circumstances, the only possible action would have to be one of desperation. Logical decision, logically arrived at.”

Kirk chuckled,

“I see. You mean you reasoned that it was time for an emotional outburst.”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it in exactly those terms, Captain, but those are essentially the facts.”

“You’re not going to admit that for the first time in your life, you committed a purely human, emotional act?”

“N-nohh-no, sir.”

“Mr. Spock, you’re a stubborn man.”

Kirk said laughingly,

“Yes, s-hh-sir.”

“In more ways than one. If you have to sneeze, just sneeze. I’m not here to judge you.”

“Heh..hgnxt! Heh…hihh… Hih-ISSshh!”

“There we go, bless you, Spock. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? Bones seems convinced that you’ve got some sort of Vulcan space cold.”

“I assure you I feel alright, captaind.”

“Perfect! Then I assume you’re up for a game of chess, right?”

“Of course,”

A few moves into their game,however, it became clear that Spock was not playing at his best. He made many illogical errors throughout the game, including mistakes that a rookie would make. Kirk refrained from saying anything, but frowned more and more deeply every time the man before him suppressed another sneeze or cough. He was clearly getting worse, and as his captain he shouldn’t allow this to go on, but as his friend he wanted to avoid embarrassing Spock, no matter how much Spock insisted that Vulcans didn’t feel such human emotions as embarrassment, he knew that Spock would feel something if he were to call him out on his illness. Even further still, Kirk found himself enjoying the bits of vulnerability that Spock was allowing him to see.

Lately they’d grown closer, and Kirk had, embarrassingly enough, caught feelings for his pointy-eared first officer. It was quite painful to love someone you knew was largely incapable of returning the sentiment. Even if Spock did feel whatever weird Vulcan equivalent to love for Jim, how would they ever express it to one another? A captain ogling his first officer just wouldn’t do aboard the Enterprise, and from what he’d heard about Vulcan mating, it could get very intense very quickly between the two of them, but with Spock fighting an alien illness Kirk couldn’t catch? He’d be hard pressed to stay away. If only he could tell Spock how he felt without things becoming awkward after Spock’s inevitable rejection of his captain’s feelings.

#star trek #sick spock #spock sneeze #spock snz #aa writes

[choices-fam]

Old Ethan & MC Drafts

Hi everyone! So sorry I haven’t updated recently - life’s gotten a bit hectic since I started uni! Good news though! I got into my dream medical school! :D (I essentially got into a program which covers 7 years of both undergrad and med school plus internship!)

Before everything, though, I was able to write up a few drafts for Open Heart fics, but I haven’t finished them. I asked in a previous post if anyone would be up to see them, and people said “yes” (you’re all so sweet ; U ; )!

These drafts range from snippets and bits of dialogue, to headcanons and AUs!

I sincerely apologize that I haven’t completed them, but I hope they’re alright nonetheless!

Enjoy! :D

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Snippet: Ethan’s Birthday (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey had impeccable memory.

There was no point contesting it; he was one of the brightest minds in medical diagnostics, and a good memory was the unofficial prerequisite. He knew symptoms and diseases like the back of his hand, and could determine treatments and prescriptions at the drop of a hat. He was a genius in the medical field - no two ways about it - and his mind and memory were one of the finest in the industry.

And due to this fact, (Name) couldn't understand how the senior doctor managed to forget his own birthday.

She had been planning a surprise for nearly two weeks now. Doctor Banerji had accidentally let it slip one night when it was just the two of them, and she had been shocked to discover that the date was fast approaching. She hadn't heard of any plans to celebrate the attending physician's birthday, and when she expressed this concern to Naveen, the older man simply laughed it off.

Apparently, Ethan's date of birth was a well-kept secret between him and his mentor. The diagnostician wasn't in the habit of revealing the date to anyone, and whenever his colleagues asked, he only shrugged and said they had far more important matters to concern themselves with than the date of his birth.

"Ethan doesn't really care to celebrate it," Naveen explained. "It's nothing tragic - no painful memories attached to the day - he's just... indifferent to it. He doesn't like making a fuss over something he thinks is trivial, and he always says the time they'd spend celebrating-"

"-Could be used to save his patients instead," (Name) finished with an amused smile. It was an expression Naveen easily mirrored.

"I see you're beginning to understand how he thinks," the old doctor laughed. "If you want to do something for him, you have my full support."

With Doctor Banerji's blessing and his promise of cooperation, (Name) eagerly got to work.

Snippet: Ethan Tries to Cook for His Wife, MC (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey was a terrible cook.

It was a fact of life: the sky was blue, the earth was round, and Ethan Ramsey would burn his house down trying to boil water. 

There wasn't really much he could do about the matter. Between his busy schedule, lack of experience, and general inability to cook anything that wasn't gooey, lumpy, or a questionable mix of both, he never saw the importance of developing the trivial skill.

And besides, the meals his personal chef brought over were far more appealing than anything he could ever come up with.

Unfortunately for the good doctor, it was only on a very importantSunday morning that he realized the sheer depth of his ineptitude, and when he finally came to regret not trying to hone his culinary prowess.

In his defense, his heart was truly in the right place. He wanted to surprise his lovely wife, (Name), to celebrate a special occasion, and to start her day off with a homemade breakfast in bed. Unfortunately, he realized - rather belatedly - that acquiring said 'homemade breakfast in bed', involved him cooking the whole thing. Not an easy feat for someone with the cooking ability of a rock garden.

And so here he was - alone in his home's kitchen at five in the morning - staring almost dumbly at the groceries before him. The ingredients were taunting him - he could tell. Especially the bag of flour.

However, he wasn't a world-class doctor for nothing, and he certainlydidn't get his position by giving up. He was never one to back down from a challenge, and this was no different - his wife's happiness was at stake after all.

Shaking his head, Ethan ran over the plans again in his mind: he wanted to make a simple breakfast, and that included pancakes, scrambled eggs, and the sausage links he bought from the deli.

It seemed easy enough. It just involved a bit of mixing and frying, after all.

He took a deep, calming breath. He could do this. For his wife, he could do this.

Reading over the recipe he printed one final time, he cautiously brought out a mixing bowl, opened the bag of flour, and began his work.

To the attending physician's delight, making the pancake batter was far easier than he expected. He just had to select the right ingredients, measure them in the right proportions, and carefully follow the procedure. 

'Just like prepping samples for the centrifuge,' he thought with a healthy dose of self-satisfaction.

His confidence mounting, Ethan then plucked a whisk from the untesil rack, and began to mix the ingredients together. The process was almost fascinating to him - to see the wet and dry components come together, and to see them increasingly resemble actual pancake batter. 

He didn't think he would actually get this far, to be honest.

After another minute of vigorous mixing and whisking, Ethan finally deemed the consistency to be satisfactorily 'not-as-lumpy-as-before', and set the bowl aside for later.

'One down, two to go,' he thought, and allowed himself a satisfied smile.

He could definitely handle this.

(And those were famous last words.)

Dialogue: MC & Naveen

Context: Ethan and MC check-up on Naveen. Upset with their lack of progress, Ethan loses his temper and walks out of the room. Naveen and MC have a conversation, but unbeknown to them, Ethan is listening outside the door.

"Please forgive Ethan for his outburst, (Name). I’m certain he didn’t mean it.”

"It's all right. I understand.” (Name) turned to Naveen. "You know... Ethan cares about you a lot, Naveen - more than he can bring himself to admit. In his mind, he owes you everything - kind of like how Iowe so much to him. And if he were the one sick and no matter what I did I couldn't help him..." (Name) didn't even want to think about it. "Let's just say I can excuse a few outbursts from someone hurting that much."

"You've figured him out, haven't you?"

"I wouldn't say that. I'm not sure I know him all that well, to be honest."

"I think you'll find you understand him more than you know. You certainly understand him more than the majority of the people in this hospital."

"He has trouble, doesn't he? Letting people in?"

Naveen hummed sadly in agreement.

"He does. Some people, he pushes away without meaning to." Naveen's mind flashes to Ethan's outburst."...I certainly hope he hasn't pushed you away. I know his temper is a force to be reckoned with, but I promise, he is a kind and compa-"

(Name) laughs.

"You don't have to worry, Naveen. He can try to push me away all he likes, but I promised to stick with him through this, so I'm not budging."

A pause.  

"Take care of him for me?"

"You'll take care of him yourself, Naveen. You're going to get better."

"For an old man's peace of mind?"

"...All right then. I promise."

Dialogue: Naveen & Ethan

Context: Set after the dialogue above (MC & Naveen). Ethan walks back into the room after MC leaves, and he and Naveen talk about MC and what Ethan just heard.

"I don't deserve it."

"Hm. Maybe not. But she seems to believe that you do, and isn't that what matters most?"

"She's wrong, you know. She's a brilliant doctor in her own right, and I'm sure she'll do excellently under anyone's guidance. She doesn't need me - not really."

"Hm. And you don't need me."

As soon as the words left Naveen's mouth, Ethan glanced at him sharply - as if offended by the insinuation. A heartbeat later, however, the younger doctor finally seemed to register his knee-jerk reaction. Naveen was already smiling at him when Ethan mirrored the expression.

"Touche."

The two sobered.

"It's daunting, sometimes," Ethan admitted quietly. "I'm not always certain how to go about guiding her."

"I understand. You want to do right by her, don't you? I know the feeling well."

Ethan looked up at him and he smiled.

"My advice? Just be her mentor, Ethan. Believe in her. Encourage her. Be there when she needs you. Help her but don't coddle; let her discover things on her own. And everyday-"

Naveen placed a hand on Ethan's knee. His breath shook.

"- be proud of the amazing person your apprentice has become."

Naveen lauged, choked - and he looked at the younger man with the warmest eyes Ethan had ever seen. Ethan's breath caught in his throat, but Naveen just squeezed his knee tighter.

"Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with such a wonderful protege. Believe me, Ethan... It's something you will treasure forever."

"I..."

"I know, Ethan. And I'm certain Dr. (Surname) does too."

Ethan squeezed Naveen’s hand gratefully, before standing to walk out of the door. 

"She'll be as good as you one day."

Ethan clicked his tongue, frowning at his old mentor.

"No, she won't."

The sight of Ethan's small smile shocked Naveen, before the younger man continued,

"She'll be far, far better."

Dialogue: Tadpoles (Sequel to “Vulnerable”)

Context: Ethan tries to write a letter to Baby Ethan, and deals with the grief of losing Dolores.

“I wanted to write him something. For when he's older. I wanted to tell him about his mother, and the side of her that he never had the chance to see. Or at least I tried to until-" he gestured to the mess of a letter in front of him with a humorless laugh. "I've made a mess of myself, haven't I?"

He ran a shaking hand through his disheveled hair.

"...I don't know what to do right now."

(Name) smiled sadly.

"You breathe. Until you get there."

Headcanons: MedStudent!Ethan Coffee House AU

Ethan studies at a local coffee house where MC works.

Ethan knows MC’s name without her telling him.

"Oh, I haven't even told you my name! I'm-" "(Name)." "Oh." "It's... It's on your name tag."

MC practices his flashcards with him, but Ethan’s handwriting is horrible.

"Pneuma- pneumeth- pneu- Jeez, how do you even pronounce this thing? Actually, how can you even read this thing?" "It clearly says pneumothorax." "Right. Because everyone knows that word."

MC is the one Ethan talks to about his dreams.

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#open heart #pixelberry #playchoices #dr ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #mc & dr ethan ramsey

[pkmntrainergreyze]

Sleep (Mikey Way x Reader)

Tried making this short. Noticed most of my stories are 1k to 2k words so…

I know it’s late and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s, but please know that you are loved, no matter what day it is ❤

———

(Y/n) fell flat on Mikey’s guestroom bed. Her eyes conveyed smudged dark concaves. Her features yelled her fatigue, yet even at 6 am she couldn’t sleep.

She wriggled in his provided skimpy blanket. Not one comfy position. She shut her eyes and awaited for a truant wave of drowsiness. No luck.

She whimpered.

She hooked her nails deep on her bestfriend’s pillow. Her footsteps resonated while she strutted down the silent hall.

“Mikey…” She whispered.

The blonde, who was previously watching Netflix, craned his neck. He looked youthful, he could be easily mistaken as a nineteen year old. She’s quite jealous. Nothing can disturb her more than the fact there is no sign of sleep deprivation in him. Except for the stench of coffee oozing when he talks, most agreed it’s part of his charisma.

“Yeah?” He asked, not moving from the couch.

“I can’t sleep” She pouted.

He scoffed and raised an eyebrow. Oh really? No shit.

He continued navigating his movie options.

“Don’t look at the clock, read books, or something. I don’t know. I’m still not Quora or Yahoo Answers… Zzzz…”

He began the fifth episode of The Umbrella Academy, gambling time to support both Gabriel and his brother’s comic’s Netflix adaption.

His response did not please (Y/n) nor was she offended. She developed full immunity against his unhelpful remarks. She tried them all in the past, in addition to chamomile tea and coloring books, but none kicked it.

Miracles and concerts can possibly make her sleep, but Mikey’s list? That ain’t it, chief.

She sat beside him and rested her head on top of his shoulder. He pretended to remain unfazed and skipped the episode’s intro.

‘This was just what bestfriends do at slumber parties’ he supposed.

He gulped.

‘Alarmingly, slumber parties with (Y/n) invited means no sleeping nor party. Instead of putting her to sleep. I’ll be awake till 6am’

Mikey snaked his hand around her waist. He learned the hard way that Movies intensifies her insomnia so he placed a pillow above his lap, prompting her to lay there as he turned the TV off.

He combed her hair with his slender calloused fingers. This always relaxed her, and step one is always comfort.

“How do you sleep?” She asked yet again, like every other night she calls.

“I close my eyes and don’t think” If Mikey sounded monotone, then he’s robotic now.

“You know I can’t do the last part…” (Y/n) muttered.

“Then I’ll have to tire you out by thinking a lot”

-

“Wait, so you’re saying that unicorns aren’t real cause it’s not in bible?” He whisper-yelled. The outburst raised her eyebrow, but nothing she ain’t used to.

Reluctantly, she answered “Umm yeah, and there’s no actual records of horses with a horn and a lion’s tail”

He scoffed “Bullshit. The Englishmen have documented and seen shit”

“Sorry to burst your bubble sweetie, do me a favor and buy a Merriam English dictionary. It’ll clearly state it’s an imaginary animal”

Sweetie.

She called me sweetie.

That’s so adorable—

His face hardened. No. Unicorns, Mikey. Think Unicorns. Be the sass princess middle school girl you truly are.

“Unicorns aren’t real Mikey” He mocked (he really only had the confidence to say this after punching poor Ryan)

“Who are you? Mr Ross from AP Chemistry?” He referred to the Professor who argued the same point (Y/n) had.

She shook her head in disappointment “Better than a mid-twenties man who still watches My Little Pony”

He bobbed his head “Yeah, you got me”

She blinked a couple of times and pinched her cheek roughly. A load of air piled in her lungs as she began to shake.

“Did you just—” She gawked “Did you just smirked?!”

His face solidified “No.”

“I swear I saw you smiled just earlier” She exhaled in disbelief.

“For twelve straight years I thought you were a robot!” She placed a hand on her mouth and proceeded to muffle her squeal.

He may look calm and ready but inside he’s as nervous as teenagers on remedial exams. Not now. Damn it, he’s saving that grin for a special occassion! This is so anticlimactic.

Fuck! What to do, what to do.

His caffeinated eyes rambled everywhere. The television, his remote, the poster Gerard superglued in his kitchen and a spectroscopic dust became the most intriguing items in the planet. It was amusing, especially for (Y/n) who counted the unbreakable strike now shattered in both their faces.

Suddenly, with fidgety hands the younger Way lifted and carried her to bed. Course, she didn’t complain, she opted it as a sign of weakness and forfeit and talked nonstop. She’d be lying if she said this didn’t caused her internal butterflies to flutter, but who’s asking?

He gently laid her down the bed. Before she could sit down and mock him more, he snatched her wrists and pushed her down.

“Alright” He said shakily “H-hate to break it to you (Y/n), but you’ve been lucid dreaming this whole time and you know it”

She giggled “No I’m not—

Mikey plastered the pillow to her face, almost suffocating her. Or maybe that was the point?

“Go. To. Sleep.” He whispered to her free ear “You’re dreaming (Y/n), wake up!”

She sounded like she was saying “but!”, but it was muffled.

“Shh…” He removed his grip and scooted beside her “Sleep.”

She rolled her eyes. There’s no way he’d let her speak. She knew whenever Mikey puts his mind on something he can accomplish anything. This is one of those scenarios.

Then again, she does feel tired… Quite the shocking rumor huh?

There she is, looking like a drop dead porcelain doll in Mikey’s arms, more artistic than a Franz Anton Bustelli masterpiece.

His eyes batted at the realization of burden close to his chest. He can’t move. She looks exceptionally peaceful in his arms, and there’s no alternate universe in which he’ll pass the opportunity not to absorb her features. In fact, in the first two minutes there’s a list of details in his head already.

And those little things gravitated his face a kissing meter away from her.

He shut his eyes. This is it. The moment he shook, daydreaming about for so long he can barely remember the beginning of this fantasy.

Their first kiss.

The situation felt so good to be true. Just a peck and he’d he satisfied.

He flinched.

No.

It wouldn’t feel right sealing her first kiss when she’s asleep.

It would be his first kiss and her goodnight sleep.

He considered it long before he seperated himself tenderly, and replaced a pillow for her to snuggle. This night isn’t about him, it’s about her, and if he had to wait long for her to sleep, then he had to wait longer for their kiss.

Believe me, that was an excruciating decision. It’s so easy to entice his temptation that he nearly did both him and her dirty.

But it was the best thing to do.

It’s 2am, birds are already warbling outside and the aroma of coffee is as strong as yesterday. On Mikey’s path out of the room, he casted his gaze to (Y/n)’s face one last time. He scowled.

“I’d rather let her see me smile than no one at all”

—-

Why do i reference my old fanfictions? I don’t know either

BUT THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY MAN, WATCH IT. I’m trash for the comics so much that I will take whatever crap happened in the Netflix Adaption

Update: I finished it. So good. There are tons of changes from what I read from the comicscbut still a series worth watching. Plus, we get to see more of Ben and Delores unlike the comics :D

Trust me, it’s good

P.S:

I know it’s a shameless self promotion but I’ve busied myself making a The Umbrella Academy [mainly the apocalypse suite] in a nutshell video.

So far I’m just in the introduction:

https://youtu.be/miQzxV2IPtg

#mikey way #mikey way x reader #my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #gerard way #electric century #imagines #mikey way imagines #mikey way imagine #imagine #my chemical mikey

[tamiddyinyourcity]

5:20pm.

I bought some teeny little tiara barrette a few years back. I forgot when it was. Last year? The year before that? Was it 2019 or 2015? I don't know, since those years were disappointing and stressful, and very tiresome.

All I know is that I bought it to feel special on my birthday, and never wore it, since being seen as immature or tacky was an embarrassing thought, so it stayed in my underwear drawer for years with the rest of the colorful tights and mismatched socks I owned.

But, guess who found it in the year 2020, and now gets to feel like a queen as she cleans the remains of what used to be her old room? Meeeeeeeeee.

I forgot I was even wearing it, so you can imagine my surprise when I walked into the restroom and saw the shiny little twinkling of faux diamonds on my cranium.

A lovely feeling, I must say. It was a smart call, buying a bigger rose gold one online this morning.

I've been doing a lot of impulse buying. I don't think my bank account will appreciate it, but I know my skin is gonna LOVE the body butters and jewelry I got. Fuck yeah, even got a satin robe too! Tamiddy says "fuck a lack of self indulgence."

(Fun fact: Tamiddy is my name, plus Diddy. Since I was thinking, "I want a name that seems like me, but like, slightly hip sounding and somewhat ambiguous as well. Easy to say... maybe inspired by a famous individual that started from the bottom then became successful.)

So boom, here we are. Since "Tay-Z" would have made me wanna kill myself, so. :)

Also fuck Jay Z, should've never had cheated on her as often as he did.....

......

Thursday, April 23rd of 2020.

My mind keeps occasionally thinking about my ex. One would've wanted to get over someone and forget their existence entirely... no luck.

But that would be like trying to erase Patrick #1 from my memory. Both Patricks held a pretty valuable place in my life for the time being, and I felt strongly for them.

I guess unlike Patrick #1, where any memory with him is still a good memory, or at the very least humorous, (like that time i found panties underneath his bed but it ended up being his godsisters underwear,) the other one is.....

Just, not so great.

Or well, some that are good, but then once the "imagine if that night at the Lake went entirely different" kicks in, turns pretty sour.

It's not a wonderful feeling, dating someone before you realize they're too self-centered, maladaptive, neurotic, and overall a massive pussy and slob to be with you. (Then its like, "Damn this was you the entire fucking time?")

And I wasn't exactly proud of my outbursts towards him. Nothing to do about those except go, "Let's hope that never happens again", and eventually move on.

I really did NOT expect that relationship to go as poorly as it did, to be completely honest with you. I could deadass be lying in bed with him and just think, "I really can't picture any way this could go badly. Look at us! We click and communicate so well these days, better than before. I can't imagine ever needing to clown his ass."

If someone would have told me that the reason for the breakup would be.... ahem.... a drumroll please....

*opens letter*

......"Nosey best friend creeping social media from months before and being overly wary and suspicious!"

I would've not bothered.

Alas, cest la vie. They're out of my life, and I thankfully have no ties to that situation again.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him sometimes.

But, his actions showed a really big part of having a relationship that he lacked... Maybe he'll have luck with someone else and he won't have a nosey best friend dilemma, (who tf threatens to ruin a party over a guy inviting his girlfriend to it? and he had a g r e e d ????) and well, most likely some other form of self sabotage will happen, so that's comforting.

Just a shame things didn't work out.

5:46pm. I manifest love and good blessings in my life, a healthy sanctuary for myself, and peace. Grateful for my experiences and everything I still have in my life. God bless and amen.

Gotta go back to tidying up a bit. Peace out my friends.

#yalls #:)

[moonraccoon-exe]

Okay, so I was tagged by @paixen to list and rave about my 10 favorite characters aND I CANNOT CHOOSE A TOP 10, so I’m just going to write characters as they come to my head, please have mercy on me, also some of you may have seen me rant about some before, okay, here I go

1. Ignis Scientia from FFXV: PLEASE DON’T GET ME STARTED.

2. Emil Castagnier, from Tales of Symphonia 2: OKAY, I really need to rant on this one because Emil is tagged as the third or fourth most annoying RPG protagonist to exist AND WHY. Maybe it’s my over developed sense of empathy, but really I understand his attitude and I LOVE the progress he had across the story. He’s a kid that’s been rejected and mistreated all his life, OF COURSE HE’S SHY AND QUIET AND INTROVERT. Protagonists tend to be all brave and almighty and risky. But introverts? We’re veeery rarely EVER portrayed as the heroes or heroines. Introverts are always the shy bookworm wizard or the quiet sassy sidekick, but never the hero. That’s why I loved his character so much, he’s actually very introvert and shy and very insecure, so of course he sounds “whiny”; they’ve literally thrown him into a risky adventure against his will, of course he’s scared. But then you see him deal with his internal problems, lrean to balance the two sides of him, and he ends up being a SUPER AMAZING HERO, because he wasn’t brave, he LEARNED TO BE BRAVE for the sake of the planet’s safety and well being.

Pus his ending is AMAZING I WAS TEARING UP THE ENTIRE TIME, because holyghsduhatrs, not spoiling but what a sacrifice man, like do you know how many GUTS does it take to accept something like that??? AND THEN WHETHER YOU GET GOOD OR BAD ENDING, HE’S JUST SO SELFLESS AND

HNGHFNHFGDHFG *IMPLODES*

INTROVERT PROTAGONISTS FOR THE WIN

3. Tsukasa Futaba or Patrick Sprigs from Megaman Starforce (Ryuusei no Rockman): WHAT IS IT WITH ME AN THE INTROVERT OR MOST HURT OF THE SERIES- *deep breath* This guy. This lovely guy. The poor thing is struggling with literally himself, except it’s not himself. I LOVED his design as Gemini due to the dual personalities like jesus christ, nice thing you did there, writers. I adore his soft, vanilla side because he really is sincere. HE DOESN’T MEAN TO BE MEAN.I feel so bad when he’s refraining himself from doing any harm, it breaks my heart because it’s a DS game and it’s lil avatars but you can see his struggle and- *deep breath* he kills me. He really means to harm to anyone and he’s sefless too, he just- can’t control it. ;____;

4. Fye D. Flowright from Tsubasa Chronicles PLEASE DO NOT GET ME STARTED I WILL NOT STOP HNNFNGFNGF

5. Remus Lupin from Harry Potter, because the man is the most adorable creature to have ever existed, he’s only very scared, he’s insecure, and he only needs to be cuddled and he wants the best for everyone and quiet introvert with love for books and “I’d rather stay home curled under a blanket by the fireplace than go out thank you very much” mood, yessss.

6. Zuko, from Avatar TLA: Ohboi where do I even start. Zuko has one of the best character development in history. He goes majestically from “I am so angered at everyone I will kill you all I only love ME” to “Shit, I was SO WRONG, truth is I was angered at only myself, how do I fix this” with all the steps in between. For a character to realize he’s wrong, that’s one amazing thing. But to go through all stages of it, the ough beginning, the slow realization, the outrage and outbursts of denial, accepting it, crying it, then come to his peace...boi. OH. BOI. Plus, his story has always made me HNFGNGF cause it’s so good. And he’s handsome in the last book. Also firebending = EPICNESS. 

7. I’m trying to pick someone from Final Fantasy Type 0 but most of them are all my babies how do I choose, *eternally sobbing*

8. I am running out of ideas.

9. Death Note’s Light Yagami: because this smartass is so INCREDIBLE. He never- no matter how many times I watch the show (I’ve only done that twice lmao but you get my point) he still mind-blows me. He’s so smart and smooth and sneaky and I hate him so much this bastard I LOVE him. Mamoru Miyano is god in his voice acting, and his latinamerican voice actor did INCREDIBLE and I am hopelessly in love with the voice and the character and one of the best bloody moments is when he’s following this woman around who could easily figure out it’s him, and he keeps staring at his clock and she’s like “Why you looking at your clock so much” and he’s like GIVES THAT EVIL STARE AT HER AND GOODBYE LMAO. Not to say about the moment he’s imprisonated with his MASTERPLAN JESAUSHOLYCHRIST FIRST TIME I SAW THAT I WAS OUT OF MY MIND I HAD TO PAUSE TO SCREAM BECAUSE WOAHMANWHATTHEFUCKTHAT’SEPIC

10. The Maze Runner’s Newt: ....please leave me alone ;____;     *runs away crying*

Okay so I have NO IDEA who to tag, but if you want to do this you tag me as if I tagged you. Have fun!!  ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

#get to know coon #that's my tag for meme games i guess? #coon thoughts

[itstimetodrew]

All the Reasons Why I Like Drew

The Big Essay

To truly celebrate this Drew Day, I’d like to talk about why I like Drew and what he means to me. This whole blog is kind of dedicated to that idea, but it’s not all stated outright, and definitely not all in one post. So…. here’s the granddaddy of them all. Happy reading! :D

How I found The One

So, the matter-of-fact portion: How did I get into Pokémon? When did I decide I liked Drew as a character? It was mostly on accident. I remember I was 10 and getting over my big interest in the Tokyo Mew Mew/Mew Mew Power series. I always had some sort of Big Interest, and it was boring to be without one (it had been Yugioh before and original Pokémon before that, funny how all my favorite things came back). Since I had dropped early Pokémon for Yugioh, I didn’t care for Pokémon. It was old news, not that great, not worth going back to. But then one morning before school I went through the TV channels and stumbled upon an airing of Pokémon. All the characters except Ash and Brock and Team Rocket were foreign to me…and who was that green haired guy? I thought he was cute and needed a rebound anime crush.

By 10 years old I had started using the internet a lot, and so I found out about this new series of Pokémon, and that what I saw on TV was part of the Hoenn Grand Festival, which included that interesting Drew character. Then I found out about what a fandom was, fanfiction, AMVs, fanart, everything. It was hard not to get sucked into a fan base that had so much content and excitement surrounding it! I really doubt 10-year-old me would have imagined liking the same characters at age 21, but here I am! So, the next question…

Why Drew? (Let’s do bullet points for convenience.)

-        He’s smart and resourceful! He’s sharp enough to see through Team Rocket and Harley’s plans more than a couple times. His appeals and battle techniques can also be pretty neat…mostly. Sometimes it’s just a Petal Dance and he gets a perfect score for it pfft but stuff like that Dragonbreath + Razor Wind combo? Neato.

-        The snark…I love the snark. I like that Drew brings some comedy to the show and says what I sometimes think as the viewer (The infamous scene...

May: What’s extremespeed, Brock? 

Brock: It’s when a Pokemon uses its speed to the extreme! 

Drew, appearing from offscreen because he never misses a chance to make fun: Only an amateur would ask a question like that, May. 

(like honestly girl what did you think it meant))

-        Drew is helpful! He’s obviously a challenge and barrier to May, but he doesn’t want to see her fail. Drew helps to get May, Ash, Brock, and Max out of 4 situations with Team Rocket, and his eagerness to do what’s right is cutely summed up in his first appearance 

“No clue what’s goin’ on, but happy to assist!” 

He’s a gem and has a good heart.

-        He’s so talented! This boy is a winner plain and simple. …Ok most of the time. …Some of the time. It just isn’t onscreen. You know, it’s the attitude that counts. But really!! He got to the final round of his first contest? That he got the final round of his first Grand Festival (I assume)?? He’s a STAR. A prodigy.

-        He has realistic flaws: doesn’t like spontaneity, doesn’t display emotion well, not the best with some social interaction, stubborn, secretive etc. He is definitely not a perfect character, which makes him that much more likable.

-        Drew’s motivation and dedication inspire me. He’s so passionate and focused about what he does, and he’s worked hard to get where he is. It’s difficult for me to not want to see him succeed!

-        He’s polite and respectful! Drew isn’t a jerk to everyone, he just likes riling up May sometimes, and even then, he knows when to knock it off and be a friend. Also, when he’s uncomfortable around over-excited fans, he thanks them for their support and tries to make a quick but smooth exit. He could just as easily be mean or look down on people who think of him so highly, but he doesn’t take anyone’s praise for granted.

-        That aforementioned awkwardness around fans? Absolute plus. The irony of Drew pursuing a path that’s filled with glamor and style but being weird about personal compliments is adorable, 10/10. (But it does highlight how he loves contests for the sport itself, not for fame or vanity!)

-        He means everything he says. Drew never once apologizes for his outbursts, which can be a problem and highlights a stubbornness in not wanting to admit he was wrong. But I think it also shows how Drew is careful in what he says and has little regret about his opinions, despite how they come across.

-        Drew is mature! It’s fun seeing him become more mature over the course of the series. At first he’s a typical brat and instigates conflict with May to an obnoxious degree, but by the end we see him and May having nice heart-to-hearts about losing and how to regain motivation to try again. Amazing.

-        His bond with his Pokémon. Drew is tough and not overly affectionate with them, but it’s those little hints of friendship that make it all the better. Especially him and Roselia. They’re my lifeblood. That he keeps Roselia out of its Pokeball to see fireworks? To sunbathe? Adorable. Look at them....

And knowing Roselia was Drew’s only Pokémon for the first few contests we see him, it makes his sadness over Roselia getting hurt that much more important. His small conflict and resolution with Absol is great, too. I kind of think May and Drew’s differing opinion during the Kanto Grand Festival is the same theme that goes on to compose a large part of Ash and Paul’s rivalry. That idea of what a ‘proper’ way to train is to get results. I’m getting sidetracked and wrote about this before but anyway!! They’re all great, the whole team is great. And I can’t believe Drew’s Roserade is making lovely teas for the whole region of Alola.

-        And of course……. he’s so cute. You know this point had to come in somewhere. But look at him! 

Those bright, sharp eyes. Those lovely lashes. That smirk and – if you can catch a rare glimpse – genuine soft smile. His hair, that signature hair flip he does when he wants to seem Really Cool, his controlled mannerisms, his clothes that are way too warm for Hoenn and I don’t know why he wears them but he obviously doesn’t care---- everything!!! He’s so cute and cool and lovely and 

I Adore Him.

He’s a bit of an idol of mine at this point. Some sort of ideal self. Which sounds weird since he’s a 10-year-old secondary anime character who hasn’t been seen onscreen in like 8 years, but whatever. I admire Drew’s drive to succeed, how he helps others, respects their feelings, and doesn’t change just to impress other people. I wish I could be as unconcerned with other people and follow my own path the way he does.

But his flaws are good to reflect on, too! His strict means of training make him inflexible, and I think his lacking ability to adapt is what holds him back a bit. It’s nice to know what you’re good at it, but if you focus only on your strengths, weaknesses become that much more obvious, and new opportunities for growth may be missed! I relate to this a lot because I’m afraid of doing new things because I’m so uncomfortable at appearing unskilled. But there’s no way to improve at something if you never attempt it!

His line about there always being someone better out there than you sticks with me, as well. I think Drew takes a different take on his own advice (“I guess there’s always someone better”) between the two grand festivals we see him in. In Hoenn, Drew uses the idea of someone always being better as a consolidation as to why he lost to Robert, he doesn’t seem too upset about it because I think it was more about the person he was facing. Robert is older, presumably more experienced, so it’s fine and understandable to lose to him. 

But when he’s faced with the prospect of May having a good shot at beating him, he’s agitated and nervous. Scared. Because May wasn’t just a ‘someone’ that could be better than him. He had seen her as a novice, and so the idea of losing to this kluzty beginner girl wasn’t acceptable. When Drew has time to sit and think about why he’s so upset, with Ash and Brock giving him some thoughts, I think Drew realizes that if he comes out of the competition stronger and more experienced than when he went in, having won or not, that is more valuable than focusing on being better than specific competitors. That’s what rivalry is. The end goal of a rivalry shouldn’t be to definitively be the winner in the relationship, but to keep challenging each other to become more skilled. You hope your rivals and friends help you improve, and you want to see them experience that same growth as well.

Pursuing any goal in hopes of being the best will get discouraging fast because there really is someone better than you, eventually, if not now. The most reliable thing is to just keep improving yourself. Hope that your past self would be in awe of what you can do now, and know that you still have a lot of growth and accomplishment ahead of you.

The reason I love Drew so much, and why this essay is so ridiculously long, is probably because I’ve locked myself into a bit of an echo chamber, honestly. Since I watch episodes with Drew most often and reflect on him a lot, he’s become extremely important and fascinating to me. I realize he’s a standard character from an objective view: the love interest and classy, arrogant rival…but after a full decade he’s developed a whole life of his own in my mind. Making headcanons and backstories and predictions for the future is so much fun! I know I build him up to be a lot more than he is in the series (I mean I usually get disappointed at the lack of depth he has when I go back to watch episodes) and it seems silly but…I’m okay with that silliness at this point. I kind of have to be after a solid decade lol

After all, I only picked up art again after wanting to bring fanart ideas to life when seeing a challenge for drawing favorite characters. Is that a laughable reason? Yeah! But do I enjoy art and I’m glad I decided to try again? Definitely!

And I thought AMVs with Drew on YouTube were so neat that I decided I wanted to make my own. So, I tried video editing, and I liked it! I still do video work and may incorporate it into a career. A career – from wanting to put clips of Drew and May to cool music. It’s so bizarre, but I’m glad that started me on this path!

Last year I also decided to finally get serious about learning Japanese which unsurprisingly, probably wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t so interested in the Pokémon anime and my doujinshis with you know……. Drew. Learning a new language is rewarding in itself because I think it’s so neat to develop the ability to communicate with an entirely new group of people. To share ideas and culture and conversation…it’s amazing! Speaking of which – the people.

I’ve met so many people because of my love for Drew. Quite literally all of you reading this. Otherwise my YouTube account wouldn’t have existed, this blog wouldn’t, the videos, the shitposts, the fanart, all the cards and packages sent to one another, the hilarious, thoughtful, bizarre, uplifting text messages, every interaction and friendship online…none of them would have happened. Not that I don’t have bonds built on things other than Pokémon (it’s hard to believe, but some people have no clue how much I like Pokémon, much less Drew lol), but it seems like a butterfly effect. Since I’ve loved him for literally half of my life and I’ve gone through my teenage and now early adult years with this Thing for him, I don’t even know how much of my own personality and experience living as myself would be different. It’s wild and weird. My time in the Pokémon fandom has factored into so much of my life that I can’t possibly imagine what my life in some Drew-less parallel universe is like. Not to say my life would be bad without this fixation, but it’s too much change and I love my life the way it is!

Although this Drew Day is entirely arbitrary and June 12th has no real significance for him as a character, it’s great to get all my thoughts and feelings focused on one date. It all probably sounds ridiculous, all the importance I put on Drew as a character, but I’m aware of that ridiculousness. I thoroughly enjoy it! Drew will likely always be my favorite character in all of media. Perhaps someday I won’t think of him much anymore, but I would have guessed that as a 10-year-old thinking of her 21-year-old self, wouldn’t I?

All I can hope for is that I continue to have a great time with the Pokémon series, and that maybe my love for Drew will end up leading me to new passions and interests even further in my life. I’m so thankful he exists as a character and that I’ve had such a great time discussing him in stories and jokes and art with so many others. So, thank you! Everyone!!

#drew day #this is my Big New Content for the day #it's not cool like art or anything but it's just really personal ;u; #and this is longer than most papers I need to write for my academics...whoops lol #I could make full essays out of multiple points here but it's gotta stop somewhere #I hope I can talk more about Drew and whatever else I like about him in the future though!! :D #long post

[codenameantarctica]

The Final Problem - Portrayal vs. Perception

(This morning @i-like-shooting-walls and myself had a bit of conversation on our impression that after TFP the appreciation of - if not the love for - Mycroft is at an all-time high. In fact, I think that this outcome is one of the mayor archivements of TFP and it's not in any way by chance. I found people wonder what Mofftiss had in mind, when they had Mummy Holmes call Mycroft idiot boy and limited. Most people seem to find that she was being absolutely unfair here, and she was. Yet Mofftiss are not stupid. They know what they're doing and what they're doing is making use of the difference between Portrayal and Perception. What the actors say or show is on the one hand whilst our perception, our reaction is another thing altogether.)

(I’m sorry the post got rather long....)

Abstract, stiff, unfathomable, shady, untrustworthy:

This is a journey from Mycroft's exposition in Episode 1 // via him being rather a plot device in Sherlock's and John's adventures and Sherlock's characterization // to the moment when you (whether you liked him before or not) want to wrap your arms around him for a hug and maybe even a declaration of love.

From the very first episode the relationship between Sherlock and Mycroft is established as being difficult (this is quite an understatement). Mycroft mentions to John that Sherlock might perceive his big brother as his arch enemy, and when John later tells Sherlock that he had just met Sherlock's arch enemy Sherlock knows instantly that John is talking about Mycroft (ASIP).

In the whole of season 1 and 2 Mycroft remains quite abstract. He is the British Government or at least one of the most powerful men in the country, but what he does exactly we only see glimpses of. His name literally opens doors to secret, high security facilities (as in THOB). He fills a plane with corpses to blow up in midair to fool some terrorists (as in ASIB) and generally keeps an eye on Sherlock and John, trying to get Sherlock to help with Government's issues. All the while Mycroft remains shady - or as my best friend put it 'stiff and unfathomable'.

We have to wait until season 3 to finally see a bit more of Mycroft and some other nuances of the character that might suggest that there is a softer core to the Ice Man. He personally gets to Serbia to free Sherlock though he very likely could have sent a team of agents to do so. He also plays operation and 'the deduction thing' with Sherlock. For the first time ever we see him without wearing a jacket what in terms of Mycroft means that he is essentially naked. At his most humane we find him in HLV with upturned sleeves (which as some people pointed out is basically porn) at the kitchen table of his mother, he is alluded to by a nickname that he doesn't like, he hates Christmas, tries to hide from his mother that he is smoking, and asks Sherlock to decline an offer by MI6 frankly because he is scared that Sherlock might die if he accepted the offer. Most importantly he eventually attempts to express his feelings towards Sherlock ('your loss would break my heart') and we even see him in shock and deep concern for his brother after Sherlock shot Magnussen. And yet on the other hand he is still uncannily at some points of season 3 with his cryptic statements ('Do you remember Redbeard?', 'I'm not given to outbursts of brotherly compassion. You know what happened to the other one.')

TAB, whilst finally giving us a bit of background to the relationship between the brothers Holmes (in telling us that Mycroft would usually be the one to go and find Sherlock in drug dens and get his younger brother off drugs), also pushes us into speculating over the meaning of the cryptic discussion between Sherlock and Mycroft in Sherlock's drug induced Mind Palace. They bet when Mycroft might die which led a great many people to believe/fear that Mycroft's days were counted and that he would die in season 4. A very integral moment of the plot of TAB is the scene when Sherlock, Mary and John get off the plane in the end. Mycroft calls John back and - for what I think is the first time - doesn't use John’s first name but calls him 'Dr. Watson' (and if I remember correctly he never call’s him John again in season 4). He asks John to look after Sherlock in a very melancholic expression, even using the word 'please' which is a first time, too. Has he just decided to be the nice big brother for once or is this foreshadowing? We do know now, but back then we might have been led to assume that this was just another hint, that Mycroft's days were counted and that he knew it.

The first two episodes of season 4 bring back the shady Mycroft. We see the Ice Man that is using the machinery of the state to keep tabs on his family, who is powerful enough to conceal that his brother is a murderer without even letting the PM know, and who uses spooks to find out what triggered this new incident of drug abuse of this younger sibling and to get rid of the evidence. Plus, there is the moment his tongue slips when talking to John on the phone ('The fact that I am his brother changes absolutely nothing. It didn't the last time and it won't with.... with Sherlock' - TLD) calling into our memory the 'You know what happened to the other one' from the end of HLV and his obvious and outright lie to John when John understands that there is another Holmes child. Furthermore, if you didn't like Mycroft before, the 'get out of my house, you reptile' moment with Mrs. Hudson was what would have broadened your antipathy towards Mycroft even more.

At the exposition of TFP we have a Mycroft, that has obviously been lying to Sherlock and John for a long time, that is shifty, deeply untrustworthy, really powerful, rather abuses the machinery of the state to control his brother than trying to intervene on a brotherly level (which I am sure he simply can't and Sherlock would never accept), and who seems to be very much devoid of any kind of emotion or empathy. (Did I mention that I REALLY like him =D)

Send in the Clowns:

Pranking Mycroft in the beginning of TFP is a wonderful proof for the friendship and funny dynamics between John and Sherlock. They are an impaccable team not only in carrying out the prank but also in planning as John explains that it was not in the first place - as we might have thought - Sherlock’s idea but John’s.

From the moment on that we arrive in 221B Baker Street both speech and facial expressions of John and Sherlock establish the ‘we against you’ plot. First Mycroft is dissed by Mrs. Watson (’the kettle is over there’) and both Sherlock and John smile. Whenever John snaps at Mycroft, Sherlock smiles. When Sherlock tells Mycroft, that John will stay, because he IS family, John smiles quite triumphantly. You can indeed read the joy from Sherlock’s face when John points out, that he knows the quote by Oscar Wilde (’the truth is rarely pure and never simple’).

After we arrive on Sherrinford the mood of the ‘we against you’ dynamic shifts pretty soon and heavily. Until now it has been one of two very close friends facing the brother of one of them who has been lying to both of them, but on Sherrinford the attitude of Sherlock and John towards Mycroft becomes dismissive if not hostile.

It’s in the look Sherlock gives Mycroft after his brother’s dry heaving, but then turning to John and asking him if John was ok. It’s in the ‘I’m beginning to think that you are not very clever’ comment by Sherlock towards Mycroft and in the many times when Mycroft is completely disregarded or cut off by Sherlock. We’re influenced to pick the side of Sherlock and John because of Mycroft’s refusal to play along, because we know that he allowed the meeting between Moriarty and Eurus, because it was John who figured out first that Eurus had taken control of Sherrinford. We’re supposed to see Mycroft as being weak, squeamish, to be a spoilsport and absolutely inhumane when he suggests that they must get the girl on the plane to crash into the sea.

While Sherlock and John do their best to be soldiers to pull through Eurus’ tasks Mycroft is the third wheel. He understands quite soon that him and John are being made to compete with each other and also tries to make John aware of this, but again he is dismissed. He is disinclined to play Eurus’ game and whilst John and Sherlock put a lot of effort in their attempt to work through (because of their nonsensical hope they might win) Mycroft is getting more and more dispensable both by his own doing and by the attitude of the other two. 

It’s make your mind up time

When we arrive at the Eliminiation Game we find ourselves with two characters that work together flawlessly, that have been inseparable from the start of the episode and that need each other to pull trough. If you didn’t like Mycroft all along or were pushed into not liking him because of all you saw in TFP so far, you might be very sure and maybe even content with Mycroft now biting the dust. If you still liked him, you might be very scared for him now.

Mycroft attempts for the last time to stop his sister, but realizing that she’s not gonna give in, he steps forward and starts to bash John. What we are supposed to feel in this moment is bewilderment because WE know how much Sherlock and John need each other. If we didn’t know before TFP then we learned in this episode. How can Mycroft not be aware of this? And we’re meant to be outright furious because of those nasty things Mycroft says not only about John but also in confessing that he had always despised Sherlock. Mycroft is picking at Sherlock’s and John’s self-esteem what angers us, pushing us towards a climax of complete contempt for Mycroft (if he had meant it, would anyone still be resolved in liking or even loving him?).

And then the rug is being pulled from under our feet

Whatever antipathy, doubt or contempt you might have felt towards Mycroft it’s falling apart with just a few words: “He’s trying to be kind. He’s trying to make it easy for me to kill him.”

Here is the Ice Man, that seemed to be so much devoid of emotion, that is a control freak, is abusing his possibilities as one of the most powerful men in the state, has no empathy for others and who would just be dragged along as a third wheel while Sherlock and John fought on as soldiers. And there is the Big Brother that is - beneath that shield of iciness, beyond the facade and the posh suits - willing to sacrifice himself as he DOES know that Sherlock would never recover from losing John. He eventually tries to push Sherlock into it by bashing John, by abasing Sherlock, by laying the blame for everything onto himself.

Even Mycroft

The whole episode of TFP we are pushed and persuaded and influenced into antipathy towards Mycroft because that is the message that is conveyed troughout most of the episode by the attitude/portrayal of Sherlock and John. We’re told that Mycroft is the one to be blamed for everything Moriarty and Eurus did. 

Yet at the very end we can't bring ourselves to stick to this antipathy and we don’t lay the blame on him. When John answers Lestrade's explanation that Eurus put Mycroft into her old cell with 'what goes around, comes around' we don't agree. When Mummy Holmes glowers down at Mycroft, calling him 'idiot boy', telling him that he is very limited because he didn't manage to do better, we want to burst into the room to tell her off. We are left to feel angry about the way Mycroft was treated, though we are well aware of his mistakes. We throw them into context - ‘context’, that is one of the catch phrases of the episode. All the dynamic against Mycroft, all the mistakes he made, we still do not find it in our hearts to despise him or to condemn him. And all of this just because of that short ‘brother mine’ scene. Now we see who he is underneath. We see beyond the disguise, beyond the facade and find a character that not to like, that not to vouch for or not to defend becomes quite unbearable.

Here the discussion at the end of TLD is true once again: Sherlock: "It's not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human." John: "Even you?" Sherlock: "No. Even you." Ultimately: Even Mycroft.

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[solace-under-the-moonlight]

Damian's first night at the kitchen

Today was a holiday. Clark suggested that we take one, especially for Dami. He promised to take care of things for a week with the other league members. They all agreed that we should have one.

It was already 12 midnight and I just can’t sleep. Part of having a daily routine, I guess. I stared at the ceiling for a while, spacing out. Somehow the room felt cold. The mattress felt vast and cold like a dessert at night.

Barb was gone in an out-of-town trip. Tim was in a school trip. Jason… Well, what would you expect from him? Alfie… No. Bruce? Nah. He’s not here anymore or probably he’s just out there somewhere lost and unable to come back like what Tim insists. Hmm… Dami? Nah. I won’t bug him. The kid needs rest even though he says it’s otherwise.

My mental rambling continued on until my stomach began to rumble. Perhaps a few spoonfuls of chocolate mint ice cream wouldn’t be so bad.

I stood groggily, still exhausted from all the work. The mattress groaned in complaint. Ah, what time is it again?

The room felt a whole lot bigger than before. My feet struggled against my weight, but despite all, I was able to move on to the hallway. And soon after, the stairs then the door to the kitchen.

It was quite peculiar that the light inside was open. Vague clattering can also be heard from the outside. I wonder who’s in there. Probably, Alfie.

He must be preparing something or for something. Guess, I can ask for a few midnight snacks, can’t I?

As soon as I held the knob in my hand, the sound ceased to continue. Now, that’s even more suspicious. I opened the door brashly, ready to fight. Who would be great enough to bypass our security system? Joker? No, it can’t be… Tsk.

“Who’s in here?” My eyes surveyed the room. In the center where the kitchen table is, was Damian. His eyes was big as it can get and a spoon was hanging from his mouth which he immediately hid. “Dami? What are you doing in the middle of the night?”

“I-I, uh,” he searched for an answer at the table. “I was surveying the manor when I saw something suspicious here inside, and I simply went to inspect it!” He blurted, trying to look composed.

“Plus, I have no need to report to you, Grayson,” he crossed his arms. “And what kind of lousy fashion is that?”

He pointed out my superman pajamas. I noticed that the table was full of ice cream containers. Sighing, I knew what was up.

“Dami, you’ll get a tummyache if you try to eat all those ice cream,” Damian’s face contorted in shock and confusion, his face bright red, his eyebrows almost touching each other, and his mouth wide open.“What? Do I have something weird on my face?”

“I am not eating! I’m inspecting these samples of which the culprit could have poisoned or sabotaged!” He shouted in outrage, arms in the air. And, oh, he was still holding the spoon. He was breathing heavily. Realizing his outburst, he slowly began to calm down, lowering his arms, forgetting to hide the spoon in his hands. “What is a tummyache anyway? Is it a lethal illness causing continuous pain accumulated from extensive eating of these frozen provisions?”

What? Just what did he say? Pfft. Hahaha! If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s some kid lost in time. However, when did the use of tummyaches even began?

I walked towards the kitchen table, a wry smile on my face. “It’s just stomach pain, lil’ D. And if you’re hungry, you shouldn’t eat ice cream alone in the middle of the night. I think Alfie wouldn’t be mad if I take some cookies.” Wasn’t I just planning to eat some ice cream myself? It’s scary being an adult.

“Cookies?” He asked, trying to hide his excitement.

“Yah, so turn around now. I’ll get it. You shouldn’t see where it’s hidden,” or Alfred will either kill me or find another place that I don’t know.

Dami was just about to complain when I shot him with a bat glare. “Do it, or no cookies for you.”

With that he turned around. It’s funny how Damian acts like a child sometimes. Wait… Isn’t he a child?!

I can almost here Jason chanting in the background, stupid Dikiebird! Stupid, stupid, stupid….

“Ah, go sit in the counter. We’ll eat there-Woop! Ah, here it goes,” I held the jar in my arms. How fragrant these cookies are! Alfred, you really are a godsend. “Having a problem with sleeping?”

“I am the scion of this house! It is ridiculous to think that I, Damian Wayne, blood son of Batman, suffer inconveniences that you peasants endure!” His back was still facing me as he was sitting in the counter. I can almost tell he’s bat-glaring the poor atmosphere.

“Awww.. Same here, Dami,” I swiftly placed the jar in the counter and pulled Dami into a back hug. I kissed the crest of his head. His shock seemed to put him into a paralysis. “Do you want to sleep with me? Maybe we can watch The Lion King together, you know? We can bond like a proper brothers. Tim used to watch it with me a lot.”

“Gra-Gra-Gra-Graaaayysooon!!!!!!!!!”

B A A A M !

-oOo-

“I just wanted to bond with him!” Ah, the pout in Master Richard’s face is quite something.

“There, there, Master Richard. Maybe you should choose a more subtle approach to the young master,” the poor master now have a bruise in his cheek. Well, at least, I got a picture of them cuddling. It will totally be on the album. I’m sure Master Bruce would have loved it.

Note: finally had the chance to post this. If you want to share it, pls reblog don’t repost. Thank you^^ i think its a little oc tho

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