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call me babydoll | reader x chan
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a/n: cuties!! hehe we’re finally getting...a couple things in this chapter that i’ve been wanting to share sooo bad! i added question marks to some of the tags to make it more of a surprise! i love hearing what ya thought of it! hehe <3 
Five 
Pairing: self insert, (?) x female reader x bang chan 
Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut and angst 
Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, informantandclubowner!changbin (loll thats so long), (?)!felix, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk, hehe bit of smut/suggestive content (tags omitted for surprise--nothing crazy to tag tho hehe), maknae line are my sons in this fic, binnie in this fic can fkn take me lol 
CWs: sizable shoot out in public club with several people involved, presumed that people die because of this event, lots blood and other wounds such as gunshot wounds, mentions of drugs (both recreational and hard drugs) mentions of weapons such as knives and guns--the whole scene is violent 
Word count: 8.5k 
Parts 
ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE 
“Five years later and I’m still tying your ties, F. Some things never change.” 
Jeongin cracks a smile, simple and cute, much like the man himself even when he has a handgun glued to his hand. 
“It’s still a harder task than some of the stuff that they have us doing. Not gonna lie.” 
You smooth down your partner’s lapels where he’s pinned a small pin of the ticking clock. While others would wear crests, the insignia that bonds you to the younger man is this this small instrument. He’s quiet while he watches you fiddle with his silk blue tie that compliments his snow white hair perfectly. 
“Are you nervous for tonight?” 
Your partner upkeeps his stoic façade the best he can, but tonight there’s something different about him. His silent answer speaks louder than he could ever admit. On the queen sized bed, Seungmin kicks his perfectly shined shoes while flipping through the channels of the TV with a staticky sounding click. Jeongin lightly brushes his hand over the diamond dangling earrings that twinkle as they are supposed to from your ears--likely they’re crystals, not the more expensive jewel. 
“I’m not nervous,” He finally sighs, but there’s a bit of a crack to his voice. “I trust you. And Two. I’m trying to focus on that.” 
“It’ll be fine.” You assure, “White Rabbit must have his own security that would be at his beck and call. If anyone shoots at us, they’re shooting at him. We’re not alone.” 
The young agent nods, then gives a little slap to the college student on the bed. “Get up. We’re leaving. Remember what I showed you?” 
Jeongin draws from the bedside a small handgun. It’s more decorative than protective, but still fires bullets that could save his life. 
“Keep it in your breast pocket. Make sure that no one sees it. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” 
Seungmin’s eyes widen as he feels its weight in his hand. “Got it. I hope I don’t have to use it.” 
“Me too,” You give the youngster a soothing smile. “And remember, don’t tell anyone your name. When you’re in there, your name is S. Better yet, it’s best not to interact with anyone.” 
He nods, then slides it into the thin fabric of his coat. The young man looks considerably more dapper with The Agency’s clothes: a deep purple velvet two piece with silver cufflinks decorated with white roses--another symbol that you’ve grown familiar with. 
The prince saunters up to the bedroom with a slick tap at the opened door. He oozes with regality; not like you expected any less. The royal has dressed himself magnificently without the aid of his help once more: a pure black silk suit with a smart pressed white button up that’s spotless with not one crinkle. The while shirt itself is adorned with two thin silver chains which stretch across his lower torso. At the neck where the shirt meets its last button, there’s a floral brooch: one more more white rose for good measure. 
“Wow!!” Seungmin respectfully bows. “Your Highness, you look--” 
“--I didn’t fuck up the hair, did I?” 
Chan grins as he brings his fingers through his newly colored hair; its much lighter than his dark locks had been before: now a shade of tawny brown. The change to his appearance had come at the request of the palace who suggested that he try to conceal his identity even further as to not arouse suspicion. 
“Handsome as ever, your Highness.” You sneer out the compliment. 
Since the previous night had turned sour, seeing eye to eye with the prince had become harder to do. It was a wild confliction of feelings when you thought more and more of it. With every glance that he would throw in your direction, along with way that he had stared at you all through breakfast, you couldn’t meet him. You felt as if you had borne a wound for him to see, for him to poke at--the secret kind that was best kept to yourself--and he had dug his finger in; he had laughed. 
The prince tilted his head, and you met his eyes for the first time since then. There was a softness about him when you knew that he was inspecting you. You knew you must’ve been overthinking it--and that was what made it so dangerous. 
“Looking stunning as always, Bee. I knew that you would wear that dress well.” 
You let the words, “Thank you,” leave your tongue before toying with the small handbag provided to you. As always, your thigh holster held steady under your dress. 
Four clicks at the suite door sounded, startling nearly everyone in the room, revealing everyone’s nerves which they had denied. 
“That’ll be Lee Minho.” Chan announced. 
Two answered the door in his own costuming. The two men bowed upon meeting, a usual meeting between strangers. The agent lead him to the room, and the royal buttoned his own suit properly. 
“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Lee--” 
“--Minho.” Jeongin dryly cut, “We know who you are.” 
Luckily, you and your partner shared the same apprehension. 
“I’m Fox. You’ve met Bee. The young kid is S, he’s a new agent. The quiet one that let you in is Two.” 
Minho bowed politely with a slight blush. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you were well protected, Your Highness.” 
Chan chuckled in response then clapped the other royal by the back. 
“You look amazing,” Minho said to the prince who shooed him away with a humble hand. 
“You as well.” 
Chan sized up the royal who indeed looked like one. His suit was a simplier charcoal grey with pinstripes with a white undershirt that ruffled at the collar. Not typical of the royals that you knew, he also wore dangling silver earrings that would have never passed the royal standard for professionalism. However, it made sense considering that he had been of a lower rank. 
“Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, shall we head out?” Chan put a very obvious hand to the lower back of Lee Minho while checking with the rest of the group. “It’s best not to keep him waiting?” 
Your partner nodded and ushered the group out while giving his body one more pat down to ensure that all concealed weapons were in place. Two checked the assortment of knives tucked discreetly into his own jacket. The man had some kind of wicked and unidentifiable grin while he felt the metal against his fingers. You exited at the rear, feeling a hand tug at your arm. 
“--Bee, I’m sorry about what happened...I’m...I hope that you can understand my motivations as to why I said what I did, it didn’t seem like the right time--” 
“--There will never be a right time.” You tore your arm free. “Your Highness, what happened...that was a mistake on my part. I acted out of line. There will never be a right time because...I’m your guard, and you’re my prince. Do you understand?” 
“But Bee--” 
“--End of discussion,” The words burned in your throat seeing the way that he had looked at you just then, and it was clear that he definitely didn’t understand. 
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You had heard that the White Rabbit had been a prideful man--this was now an indisputable fact once you pulled up to the roaring nightclub set into one of the busiest streets on the avenue in Cairo. Everything about the place was showy and bright and outrageous. It was a miracle that the man hadn’t been caught considering that his home base was as obvious as it was. The entire front of the night club shone with the brilliance of a million stars in a hundred different colors. A giant marquee held the signage with the title of the place, “The Tea Party” coupled with the image of the white rabbit himself--the one from the old movie--a stout little thing with his pocket watch swinging from his paw. His neck was wrapped up in a white ruff, and he wore a frock pattered in red hearts. 
A line stretched from the front entrance for as far as you could see, and clubbers swung their bodies in tune to the muffled sound of the EDM music thumping from inside and throwing cigarette butts to the sidewalk. 
“Do we just walk in?” Seungmin hurriedly asked with nervous hands wrapped around his body. 
“We’re expected, so, yes.” You snaked your arm through Jeongin’s to look even less conspicuous. “Just relax,” You commanded the group lowly. 
From the corner of your eye, you saw the prince slug his arm around Lee Minho who appeared to shrink under the other man’s broad shoulders. 
Two large bouncers stood at the entrance with muscles swelling under their shirts stained pink in areas which you assumed to have been white at some point. 
“Names?” One of them grunted rather than spoke. 
From his pocket, your partner took out his very own pocket watch that had been hidden with the rest of your supplies upon arrival to Cairo. On the opposite side of the watch was engraved the two symbols intertwined: the white rabbit and the the white rose. The two men inspected it, nodded, and opened the door for your small entourage. As soon as you entered the booming central room, you could see Seungmin’s shoulders drop as he relaxed. 
“There should be someone meeting us!” Jeongin yelled over the sound of the white noise leading to the bass drop. Hundreds of clubbers danced with the music, throwing their glasses to the air and howling like animals. You wouldn’t have been surprised if at least half of them had been strung out on the very drugs that the man himself had helped peddle. 
The young agent pulled you closer to him as stumbling bodies passed. 
“They could be here. We have to be on our guard.” 
“Let me watch the prince.” 
Jeongin nodded, letting you recede to the back of the group where Two had tailed. His eye wound hadn’t healed nearly enough, so he opted to wear the sunglasses once more. It was likely that word had spread about the four of you escaped twice--his eye was evidence. From behind the group, you watched the way the the prince’s hand fell down hold Lee Minho by the hip, and the way that his fingers dug in there slightly. As much as you had denied it, seeing them close brought back the very covetous thoughts you tried to keep at bay. 
A slender woman with gorgeous tanned skin pushed her way through the crowd and set her eyes on the white head of your partner. Her dress was even thinner than yours, but she wore it as if it was her second skin. The luxurious red color contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and eyes. 
“Are you Fox?” She asked with a thick accent, and cascaded her hand down the young man’s arm. 
“Y-yes. I am.”
“Bun asked me to bring you to him. I know the way.” 
She let her hand fall into Jeongin’s who whipped his head back to you with dry lips that he wetted immediately. You had expected to have been retrieved by someone a bit stockier than this woman. 
“He’s trying to get our guard down.” Two said suddenly as he reached into his pocket to thumb over his stockpile of metal there. “Don’t you think?” 
The woman took your group near to the corner of the room where bodies didn’t linger for long, but were drawn in the mosh pit in the center. Tables lined these edges which were fashioned into booths with red velvet curtains for privacy to do much more sinister things. The room smelled heavily of pure alcohol spilled by drunk hands and of synthetic fabrics made of cheap plastics. A dozen different fragrances mingled into one dizzying mess: each a scent so different and chemical that it was toxic. 
She walked with a swing to her hips, all the way to a booth that was a bit larger than the others--you could only assume that this must’ve been his booth. The woman gestured for you all to enter before drawing the curtain. At the center of the table, the rabbit’s symbol had been burned into the wood. She wore some kind of thin diamond bracelet which she hovered over the image, causing a winding staircase to pop from the carpeted floor down to a hidden chamber. 
“Take the stairs, and it you’ll see it once you get down there.” 
Your partner have her a curt nod in thanks, then lead the group further down. A soft green and red glow emanated from the space below, also humming with a concealed type of music different from that which was played in the club. From here, it nearly sounded like jazz. 
The corridor under the club was bleak and grey with cement, but wooden crates lined it with stamps on the sides in numerous different languages. Your brain could only fathom where the contents had been before they ended up in this basement. It must have been millions of dollars just sitting undisturbed with enough firepower to blow up the whole building and more. 
“Guns. Military grade and a little more improper,” Minho sighed out. “He must have every model in existence here.” 
“Do you think that he has like...missiles?” Seungmin reached for his small handgun. 
“Ease up S.” You tried to contain your own creeping fear, “Those would be too big to keep down here.” 
“Who says that this is his whole stockpile?” Two deadpanned as he cleaned his glasses. 
At the end of the hall, one more bulky guard stood expressionless with a small sized machine gun ready in his hands. He opened the door without saying much else, letting loose the red and green lights you had seen before, and with it, the putrid smell of expensive drink and marijuana. 
The smaller room was only lit by strobes with multicolored gels, and it was dense with the smoke of many number of drugs and vices. There was a small bar with a bartender with bagged eyes and a swath of women in cocktail dresses and men with ties tugged nearly all the way off their necks with lipstick marks pressed into them. 
A single disco ball spun above their heads, spreading shiny squares all across the room. Even more guards waited in the same uniform, but these ones looked more expensive--likely his own personal detail wearing gaudy chains and wrist watches inlaid with diamonds and crested in real gold. 
“My friends! You were able to make it!” 
The man of the hour spread his legs wide on his leather couch set upon a lion’s coat rug, complete with a head and marble eyes and all. At his sides were two more women more unique than the rest: both of them was breathtakingly gorgeous, one of them jeweled like a queen with a thick gold choker that resembled that which old Egyptian royalty would. Her head was smoothed with no hair at all, but instead intricate and beautiful tattoos decorated her like some kind of otherworldly being. The other woman had a cat-like face with two differently colored eyes; one hazel green and the other icy blue contrasting with her fiery orange hair. 
“Carroll told me that you had a bit of trouble before you got here. I’m glad to see that you were able to get here in one piece. It only seems like things are getting more and more...risky these days. Even for people like us.” 
“We’re not “people like you,” Rabbit.” You pushed to the font of the group. 
The club owner himself was dressed in a purely white fur coat which you presumed to be made of real fur. Considering the material, it must’ve been made from the fur of snow foxes--an interesting choice considering your partner’s persona. The smaller man with a thick and muscled form took off his yellow tinted sunglasses to tuck them into his wildly printed shirt that had tiny buttons doing the work of keeping his chest covered. 
“Babydoll! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you.” He took a rather greedy bite to his lip whilst looking you up and down. The white dress must have been doing it’s job well. 
“Babydoll?” Chan asked with furrowed brows. “What is--who is--?” 
“As does your reputation, Rabbit. I wouldn’t have expected less.” 
The proud man snorted, “I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ve got any...preconceived notions about my lifestyle. Our dear friend Carroll doesn’t seem to.” 
“Of course not.” 
“And you...you must be the Prince of Bulgeun! His Royal Highness Prince Chan of the Crown!” The White Rabbit spread out his arms wide in welcome. “I don’t often get royalty in my club--lots of celebrities and the like.” He leaned over to one of his guards, speaking in Egyptian Arabic and asking for drinks for the group. 
“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Chan bowed deep. 
“So respectful!” The White Rabbit chuckled, “You can all call me Bun. We’re all friends here. And you...who might you be?” Bun pointed a finger at Minho who stepped forward. 
“Baron Lee Minho, of Bulgeun as well.” 
“Ah! And a Baron too! How did I get so lucky to have such honorable company?” Cat-face ticked her long nails against the club owner’s hand slung around her. 
“You know what we’re here for, Rabbit. There’s no need for theatrics.” Jeongin huffed his words out with a confident breath. 
“You’re the one that they call Fox? Rumor has it that you and Carroll have a rather...special...connection?” 
The bartender arrived with drinks, each of them looking expensive with flecks of gold leaf floating on the surface of the clear liquid. Seungmin shot an apprehensive glare once the glasses were left on a small side table. As had been discussed previously, none of your group had picked up a glass. 
The woman with beautiful tattoos stretched a hand down one of the White Rabbit’s thighs, reaching dangerously high between them; just enough to make you flinch from the forward action. 
“Baby, I see that you’re playing a dangerous game towing this Price around, so of course I’m willing to help a friend of my friend. You’re lucky that I’ve got just the intel that you need. Some people just don’t know how to shut their mouths, especially when the get a taste of what I’m selling.” 
“Oh? And what have you been hearing?” 
You eyed a leather chair across from him seeing an opportunity. 
“Your Highness.” You motioned for Chan to sit in the chair next to yours, swinging your legs crossed to peek from the thin white silk in full view for the Rabbit to see. After, you dipped your chin into your palm, just for the purpose of letting the front of your dress fall slightly. The prince remained quiet while taking his seat and spreading his legs out strongly. 
“If it’s compensation that you need Rabbit, the Crown is also willing to make offers for added...persuasion.” 
Chan crossed his fingers in his lap leaning forward. His words were slick and domineering--kingly even. 
“Is that so?” The White Rabbit tugged at his lip with his teeth, “I wasn’t aware.” 
“Double what The Agency is offering. If I like what you say.” 
The club owner scoffed with a grin, “Oh, you’ll like what I say.” Cat-face lifted his drink to his lips, then wiped off the excess off with her finger. Both of the body guards appeared to tense before he spoke and tried to be inconspicuous while they reached for their decorated pieces resting in their waistbands. 
“Hell, I’ll even tell you what they call themselves.” 
In your impatience, you leaned forward, “Who are they?” 
“They’re called The Spades. Some kind of new crime syndicate that’s been fucking up my business and making bargains with my customers. Of course, as you know...I work in a very lucrative business.” 
“Naturally.” 
“They’ve been stockpiling shit like crazy: all kinds of weapons, any kind that you can think of outside of fucking nukes. They’ve even tapped into drugs as well to make extra on the side. I don’t know what it is that they’re doing that makes them so appealing, but suddenly I’m missing out on millions because of those fuckers. They’ve got someone masterminding it all too--some crazed bastard. I’ve been trying to find him ever since they popped up.” He resumed his grasp on both of his women who cuddled into him. 
“Mastermind? The one who’s running the whole operation? You know him?” Both you and your partner locked eyes quick enough for the other man to not take notice. 
“No, one of his cronies. He runs the business. He’s illusive and fucking insane. Someone whispered once that he’s psychotic or something like that. You think that I’m bad...” 
“Who?? Who is he? Where can we find him?” 
“Slow your role there doll, I’m just getting to the good part.” The Rabbit nodded for another sip of his drink. “He’s got several names depending on who you’re talking to. Fucking funnily enough, I’ve heard that he goes by “Hatter,” or more commonly “Joker.” He deals in anything: arms, drugs, sex...and he works for The King.” 
“The King?” Chan butted in with the mention of a royal name. 
“Not your silly little king, prince. The King. The one who runs it all. He tells The Spades what to do. They’re everywhere, taking over every sector in every nation. They’re trying to dismantle it all--every political system, monarchy, presidency...everything. It looks like they’re starting with you, prince. The Spades preach about chaos. Every man for himself...but it’s a lie. Why the hell else would they be stockpiling? They’re trying to take it all over.” 
Seungmin gulped audibly as he sunk to the back of the group. 
“When there’s no more control the ones with the most resources always end up on top.” The young student whispered. 
“This King, do you know who he is?” Jeongin spoke over Seungmin to detract attention from him. 
“Nope.” The White Rabbit swung his legs up on the small coffee table with alligator leather shoes. “I’ve been a little focused on taking down the Joker at the moment, for your information.” 
“What’s your intel on him then? He must know how to get to The King.” Minho pushed to the front of the group right to Chan’s side. “We’re not satisfied with your information yet.” 
The Baron’s sudden demand surprised you: he had been timid before--so you had thought. 
The club owner looked to Chan, keeper of his “persuasion” who nodded to prompt him for more. 
“He’s on some island off Greece. Private. Tight security, the kind that could shoot you out of the sky.” 
“Impressive.” You tutted, feigning confidence once more. “What more do you know?” 
The woman with the bangled necklace whispered something in his ear once peeking at a small old-model cellphone in her hand, brushing her lips over his earlobe. Over the sound system, the jazz music turned sultry, and both women moved to join the other intoxicated clubbers in the back to sway around brass poles. 
“There’s the freckled bastard. He’s the grunt--and the one that’s been chasing you I think. Real nuisance isn’t he? He’s the Knave. Had a few run ins with him myself.” 
You thought back to the gas station and the black SUVs. Between all the shards of glass, it had been hard to make anyone out, but you had figured that he had must’ve been one of the men throwing their bodies out of the windows to shoot. 
The Rabbit chuckled out with some kind of hand signal to his guards. “Knowing him, he could be right outside my door for that matter.” 
Jeongin’s eyes flew open, sending you “the look.” Your time was running out. Judging by the way that you hadn’t noticed that the Rabbit’s women had cleared out the other clubbers from the room, they must’ve known something that you didn’t. The club owner stood up with a languid stretch and cracked his knuckles. 
“We probably don’t have much more time before they come in here guns blazing. Best protect your prince, hm?” 
“Rabbit! You must know something about The King?!” You crossed the room to grab at his frim and fuzzy arm. 
He slyly smiled, amused by your grip, “Like I said doll, no one knows much about him. Your Baron has got it right. Start with the Joker. But...” His grin cracked even wider, “Good luck.” 
Seungmin tugged at Two’s dress coat as the two bulky bodyguards took The Rabbit by the arms to escort him. 
“What's going on??” The young man’s voice cracked with urgency. 
“Ready that gun of yours.” Two said lowly with gritted teeth. 
He strode across the room with his fur coat lazily swaying, then raised the golden rings on his fingers to the air as he exited. He threw his yellow tinted glasses back on, before turning back to your stunned group. 
“I estimate that you’ve got...three minutes? --Oh! And one more thing!” 
The white fabric of your dress swept to the side, revealing your thigh holster which you grabbed at quickly. 
“What?!” 
“Every King’s got his Queen? Does he not?” 
The enigmatic club owner slipped into the shadows of his private room, leaving your group with the sound of clambering feet on the floor above, followed by muffled gunshots. 
“They’re here?” Seungmin readied his small handgun as he was told and looked to the ceiling where the lights flickered from the commotion. “They found us?” 
Two twirled two knives in his hands with a silvery glint. Both of the blades were a bit on the shorter side, but you were certain that he knew how to use them. “They’re always following us.” 
“We need to get out of here.” Lee Minho drew out his own gun concealed by his suit. It was custom with a pearl handle. You had seconds to make out the insignia, but you could make out the shape of what looked like a red rose. “The place must be crawling with them. We need to find the exit.” 
Your partner nodded while taking his own gun. “Stay close, Your Highness. Follow me.”
“Bee?” The prince called your name with a worried cross between his brows. “Give me a gun. Hand-to-hand is nothing against these guys. I’ll stay close. I promise.” 
While he held your eyes earnestly, the way that his chest heaved up and down told you something much different. 
“You can handle it?”
“I can.” 
Jeongin passed him a Glock from the holster strapped behind his shoulders. 
You made your way back through halls lit by hissing fluorescent lights with a white burn to them. The crates of weaponry stretched on and on, adding to your unease knowing what could happen if a bullet were to be fired in this hallway. Thick rats skittered in the dank edges of the hall and weaved between boxes labeled in Spanish. 
“Drugs.” Minho gripped his gun tighter. “From the looks of it, cocaine.” 
Above your heads, a giant boom resounded and dust with drywall fell from the lights that flickered harder. 
“Its a fucking maze down here.” Jeongin tapped at his watch in an attempt to find a schematic of the place. 
The college student wetted his lips. “At least we’re not up there with them.” 
“At least the lead worked out. We know more about these...Spades than we did before. It’s a start.” You tailed the back of the group with careful footsteps and the click of your heels against the cement flooring. 
Another resounding boom echoed followed by the shrill screams of clubbers above. It sounded hellish--you could hear the raw fear in their voices. The music thudded on, likely abandoned by someone running for their life. The Prince’s knuckles turned white holding onto his piece of metal near the front of the group. 
“F, you know the way up?” 
“I-I think. We should be approaching some stairs soon, but there’s nottelling who will be on the other side.” 
Two tore off his sunglasses and shoved them into his breast pocket. “We’ll be damn lucky if they haven’t found the hotel yet. If not, we’ve got to run.” 
“My laptop??” Seungmin whimpered. 
“That damn Chromebook? Don’t worry about it, your life is more important.” Jeongin scoffed. “The Agency can set you up with something even better.” 
“I can’t believe that at a time like this all I can think about is my stupid computer.” The young man shook the thought out of his head. 
“Stairs up ahead.” Jeongin pointed. “Get ready.” 
“Chan?” You pulled at the prince’s trim to his coat. 
“I’m fine Bee. Honestly. I trust you.” He attempted a smile. The same smile, that damned charming one that couldn’t get out of your head. 
Minho looked back to the prince too with worry, it had been the most sincere motion that you had seen him do as of yet. He reached out to squeeze the royal’s shoulder with a soft smile. 
“Don’t go dying on us Your Highness. Think about what that would mean for the kingdom?” He chuckled. 
“I’ll try my best,” The prince returned the gesture. 
Jeongin reached for the metal door handle to the teal green door cracking with paint. The sound of machine guns had grown even louder, followed by the sound of the shells hitting the wooden dance floor. The air was thin where it crept under the door and carried with it the horrid smell of smoking guns and spilled alcohol. 
“Two, Bee, form rank around the group, I’ll lead.” 
Two nodded, popping gum into his mouth and blowing large electric blue bubble. “Can do.” Both of his hands tightened around his blades.  
“One...Two...Three!” 
Time slowed the second that the door opened, and your ears rang with the deathly silence. Bodies to the left and right of you became a blur and they fell to the floor in the silence with their limbs twitching until they didn’t move at all. White collars turned red, as did the white tablecloths of the standing tables. The strobes pranced around the room in a multicolored shower that was as blinding and stained your eyes. 
The men in black suits and leather gloves scattered around the room with their red crests glinting. They shouted commands at eachother, but to you, all you could see was the way that their lips curved and cracked. In front of you, your partner leads with a hand gesture that you had memorized from training, and all of your focus was drawn the the back of the group. The trigger of your gun was cold on your finger: you pulled and pulled not even pausing to feel the way that it fought back against your wrist. The men were sprinting with their own guns tight in their hands, but each of them fell before they could get close. 
Two’s mouth was in a flat line as he threw tiny blades from his hands to the chests of men running across the balconies and hiding from behind tables. He appeared to have an infinite amount in his coat and saved the longer and more lethal ones for close connections, subsequently dipping his own fingers in red. 
The young college student trudged on in the center of the group with his head tucked firmly between his two shoulders. Clear streams of tears fell down his eyes, but he wiped at them furiously between each shot that he took with his small handgun. Next to him, the two royals kept their own heads low aiming shots around them to backup you and your partners. 
Their footsteps came echoing behind you, and you walked backwards, taking aim with one eye squinted, while barking out commands from your mouth that you barely even understood. Your heartbeat bumped in your chest nearly in tune with the thudding 808′s of the music that reverberated in your ears. Each of the Spades moved as if they were shadows over the bodies of the fallen, leaping and jumping, nearly floating over dining tables and sweeping off the glassware and silverware with them as they did so. 
“BEE, I’M ALMOST OUT!” Jeongin screamed to you nearly before reaching the front revolving doors. 
Two tossed another magazine in the young agent’s direction, then threw another dagger with startling accuracy. 
For seconds at a time you could see how Minho’s eyes had narrowed with his aim, and he too met every target exactly where he wanted. You figured that the royal must have trained himself well to have that kind of precision. The way that he appeared perfectly calm was startling: his dark eyes squinted and he turned his body swiftly with little effort. 
“Fuck--I’M OUT OF ROUNDS!” The prince bellowed before ducking under Minho’s arm which immediately swung over him. 
You closed in closer to the group, using your body as a shield for the prince’s back. 
Your partner cast aside fallen chairs and tables in his wake, as one of the thugs charged at him. In response, he threw his gun into his waistband, opting to slung the man with a hurried uppercut that sent him spitting blood to the floor before falling, “We’re almost there! Keep pushing!!” 
“SHIT!!!” Seungmin groaned out before dropping his small gun to the ground, he trembled with his leg dragging behind him, then soon his pants soaked with a dark stain to his slacks. 
“BEE LOOK OUT!!” A voice screamed, seconds before you could register it.
Your head whipped back to the chaos of the club, seeing the “freckled bastard” himself point his decorated riffle at you point blank with a wicked grin on his face. He looked purely evil. There was something about the way that his ears poked, or how his eyes upturned that made him look devilish when his pearly white teeth peeked once he took his shot. He had ashy blonde hair that had strung with sweat over his forehead, and blood wetted the tip of his dress shoes. He cocked his head to the side, as he did too with his gun before the deafening shot cracked through the room. 
You were shocked trying to memorize his face, and frozen in your fear from the barrel of the gun facing you right between the eyes. 
An excruciatingly tight grasp at your arm pulled you to the side before you could react, throwing you to the hardwood floors before whoever it was pulled themselves in front of the bullet. Your vision was rocked when you hit the floor, missing the glass revolving door by centimeters. 
“Y/N!” Your partner screamed, waking you from your haze as the room started to piece back together. “You good?!” 
Another hand grabbed you to your feet before shoving you through the door, lightly slinging your arm around his shoulder before taking your gun from your trembling hand to take a few more shots. You realized it was Two this close, and tiny flecks of red splattered at his neck. 
“Fuck--give me that--” You grabbed the gun from his hand to fire every bullet that was left at the freckled bastard until you couldn’t any more, and the cool of the evening stung at your heaving lungs once your group reached the sidewalk. 
Outside of the venue, clubbers scrambled and ran the streets still shrieking in their fear and tripping over their heeled shoes. 
“Chan?? Chan--where-where’s the prince??” The words spilled from your lips in your pure adrenaline. 
Right behind you only a couple paces away, the prince stood pale with Seungmin holding between them a groaning and gasping Minho who barely held on to the two men. A bullet wound soaked his black suit jacket, and the red crept up to his white frilled collar.” The wound made a hole right in his shoulder with a visible circle. 
Jeongin sprinted to the back of the group looking disheveled himself with sleeves hastily pulled up to his elbows. “Shit--shit!!” 
“S-move aside. MOVE!” You commanded the whimpering young man who gave you Minho’s other arm. You wrapped around his wasit and dragged the heavy weight of the man who had just saved your life. 
The prince dryly smacked his lips then scanned the street for more of the Spades in his daze. 
“Y-you okay?” The words dried up your tongue. 
“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine, are you?” His energy had been drained of him, and his knuckles were also cracked, likely from having to throw punches that you haven’t even seen him take. 
Gunshots echoed further down the street followed by the screeching of wheels and more panicked yells. The chirps of cop cars pulled up to the scene and their husky demands rounded up the escapees in rapid-fire Arabic. 
Jeongin sprinted back with his white hair bouncing to a taxi nearest an intersection. He threw the door open apologizing profusely the best he could before pulling the driver out of the driver’s seat and to the cement. He cursed out loudly in response to which Jeongin tossed out some bills haphazardly to his chest. 
“Get in, GET IN!” He called to your group while tapping on the metal side of the vehicle. 
Both you and the pricne guided the injured royal in to the backseat between you. 
“Minho--Minho, hold on--” Your nervous hands held his pale face in your palms. 
The tear of your dress filled the small compartment, prompting the prince to snatch his hand into the other man’s firmly. 
“Minho--you fucking dumb asshole--you had to go and he the hero didn’t you?” Chan smiled hopefully. 
“Ar-are you alright?” He coughed, “Your Highness?” 
“Shut up.” Chan ruffled his hair with another adoring smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” 
Although it was silk, you used every inch of your dress tear to tie around the baron’s shoulder tightly in an attempt to add pressure to the open wound. 
“Bee--” Minho started with a lazy glare. 
“--Keep talking Minho, look at me. You’re gonna feel sleepy, stay awake. You did great, thank you so much for doing that to me. Thank you.” You grabbed his opposite hand firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.” 
Lee Minho laughed. “Don’t mention it. And--if you wanted me to keep talking...I wanted to tell you that you’re really stunning Bee. How you handled all th-that. I was really impressed.” 
“Hm, I was impressed too.” In his own way, like this, bloodied and a bit delirious, Lee Minho really was as handsome as he let on. 
The taxi car whipped around another corner with wind whipping in the windows and each of your masses jostled in the car as if bumped over the curb. The hotel wasn’t that far from The Tea Party, and you knew that any moment you would reach it, but each second stretched longer and longer. 
“Fox?! We’re not there?” 
“Fuck--Bee, the whole city is crawling with cops, everywhere I turn, they’re on the hunt, The Spades are everywhere I can’t make it back--no doubt they’re already there...” 
In the front seat, Seungmin clung to Two as if his life depended on it as his whole body shook and Two tore his own jacket sleeve to close off the young man’s wound on his leg. 
“Wha-what are we going to do?? S-shit!! Ouch!!!” The young student gritted his teeth in his pain while his leg shook terribly. He sobbed, “It hurts, really, really bad!!” 
“I planned for this.” Jeongin’s eyes flicked in the review mirror to you in the back. “I asked Carroll to set up for us a secondary place if something went down and we couldn’t make it to the hotel. I figured...if anything happened or if they found us--” 
“--Get us there, fucking drive Fox, Minho needs first aid, right fucking now, he’s bleeding too fucking much.” 
“I know, I know!!” 
“How far is it?!” 
“Not far, I promise, twenty minutes--tops.” 
“Make it ten!!!” 
Jeongin floored it, running lights and becoming a stream under the skyscrapers of Cairo. From the small skylight of the taxi, thin clouds streaked in the evening sky and mixed with the glow of the city. Far, far, above your head, you prayed for the first time in years that you could make it in time. 
Seungmin sobbed with puffy eyes from the front seat and writhed, “Hurry! Hurry!” He begged. 
Minho’s head lulled in the backseat as he bled though the white silk binding him. His head bounced back and forth from you to the prince with glossy marbles for eyes that blinked slowly. The prince rested his hand on the baron’s thigh and rubbed calming little circles into it. 
“Minho, you did so well. Look at me.” Chan coaxed, causing the other to smile adorably grim. 
Minho twitched before rolling his head over to the prince. “Your Highness, i-if I may be so bold...I-I’ve got...I’m crush on you.” He finished his sentence with a wrinkled smile. 
You scoffed out with a laugh while making knowing eye contact with the prince who laughed out lightly too. 
“He sounds like someone I know.” You winked at the royal. 
The taxi made one final turn to an alley filled with potholes that jostled each wheel of the car. 
“This is it! Right here!” The young agent whipped into a one car garage hidden into the alley. The darkness of the garage filled the car, and snuffed out all of the light from the street, and even muffled the faint sirens of police as they whizzed past. The night was still full of gunshots, but at least now they sounded far enough away to be safe. 
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The safe house was a modest two floored apartment outfitted with the normal security system of The Agency: window locks and cameras in every corner of every room. As expected, each of the rooms was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the old smell hung with flecks of the material stuck on lampshades and wafting in the light. 
Work had been delegated between you and your partners, with the two other men helping treat Seungmin in the second bedroom out of three while you and the prince aided Minho.  
The windows were left open to let in some fresh air, also letting in the faint sounds of the city which still surged with life even late into the night. Still, the smell of the desert came floating into the room with a welcome sense of tranquility. 
The royal lay on the bed with cracked pale lips while you set to work dabbing at his wound gently with gauze, cleaning the area around the bullet wound. Fearful to cause more bleeding, the bullet would stay where it was for a few moments more for another layer of wrapping. The prince remained quiet, passing you materials as needed with hands stained pink from the other man’s blood. 
“How are you feeling?” Chan quietly asked. 
“Hurts like a bitch,” Minho smiled, “You ever been shot before?” 
The prince shook his head. 
“Well, I hope that you never are. Feels like your whole body gets stirred up from the impact and then there’s the sting.” 
Carefully you pulled back the remains of the baron’s shirt while lifting him slightly off the bed. As you swept the fabric from behind him, you noticed the thin red line tracing around his shoulder bade which you figured to be blood at first. 
“What...what’s this?” 
“Oh,” Minho shied, “It’s a tattoo.” 
“You’ve got a tattoo? For a royal?” Chan slicked back Minho’s sweaty locks. “You really are full of surprises.” 
Gently you laid the baron back down to lay with his new wrappings. “What is it?”
He paused, wetting his lips quickly before he spoke. “It’s a red rose. It’s a bit large--I know--not typical for royals. Don’t worry, you’re the only royal that knows that I have it.” 
“Why a red rose?”
 Below you, Minho looked relaxed and calm, beautiful even like this bare-chested under the single lamp-light of the bedroom. 
“Well...you know the significance of symbols and insignias. We’ve all got our own.” He grinned out while playing with the prince’s free hand. 
“I’ve got my white rose, Bee’s got her clock: seems like we’ve all got our own thing.” Chan agreed, watching the way that his fingers interlocked with the other man’s. 
In the opposite bedroom, Seungmin cried out sharply to the tune of Jeongin chuckling out, “I’ve got you, you fucker!” The clink of metal fell into the little bowl they used: the bullet was out of the poor boy. 
You sighed knowing that the damage caused to your group could’ve been much worse, yet you had made a skillful escape. Still, the thought of the bodies littering the floor...the silence that rang in your ears from the pace of it all and how the energy of survival started to wear off...it was truly gruesome. 
“Minho--really, I appreciate you taking a hit for me like that. No one has ever done something like that for me...and you barely know me...” 
The baron smiled, taking your hand in his too. “Like I said, it’s fine. Had I not, you wouldn’t have been able to help us out of there...even if you were dragging my ass for the tail end of it.” 
The breeze flew in with the dusty curtains; just cold enough to make you shiver in your thin dress. 
The prince looked to the both of you, “What happens now?” 
Chan himself was a proper mess: he no longer looked like the perfect vision of regality from the earlier evening. He looked like a man, a regular man, scared, unsure, and confused. His knuckles were cracked...and you had promised that you had never wanted to see him harmed again. 
The prince’s eyes softened, softer than they had been, soft like they had been the evening before when you had broken. 
“We survive. The best we can. We recuperate for a couple days, and ask Carroll what the next steps are. I’d guess it would be Greece then.” 
Minho leaned up with a little grunt to face you. “I’m coming with. I can help. I can be valuable if you need another set of hands on a gun.” 
“I think you mean hand. Your arm is gonna be out of commission for a little while.” 
He smirked, “Still...” 
The sweeping red outline of rose peeked to his shoulder, and you wondered how far it really spread. 
“Bee, I don’t think that I’ve thanked you.” Chan let the words fill earnestly, throwing that same damned smile at you. 
“Chan...you don’t have to thank me. You’re my prince.” 
The royal nodded with a contented little grin that tugged a dimple on the side of his face. You found both men looking at you as such, as if they were waiting, or anticipating the unsaid as you were. 
Somehow, the room turned silent once more: a void quiet enough to hear your heart beating in your ears. 
You bridged the gap, pulling Chan close to you as you pressed your lips against his, using your stained hand to pull his lapel into your body while he melted perfectly into you as he had done before. His mouth tasted slightly like the salt of blood, but that was of no matter to how sweet he was when he gently let himself unfold for you, gasping lightly against you. Chan’s hand reached to your arm to caress the goosebumped skin down, giving you another reason to shiver. You found your own hand tie into his light brown locks and pull deeply at the roots with depths of curiosity and want. Your tongue gently explored his lower lip before teasing right into his mouth which was even warmer than you had imagined it being. 
Your other hand found the torso of Minho: bare and quivering under the touch of your fingertips which traced each muscle there. He let out a drawn out sigh, then drew his own hand down the curve of your body to your hip, finally working it back up over your belly to your breasts thinly protected by the dress. He sat up higher and brought his lips to the fabric, kissing right into your belly with the warmth of his mouth. He paused, giving you moments to crave that same feeling on your lips and prompting you to bow down and indulge yourself in the taste of his mouth too. 
Chan’s hungry hands came tip-toeing over your back as he watched, and slipped one finger under your thin dress strap to pull it down and press kisses to your shoulder. With his other hand, he let it fall down Minho’s back: over the red rose, right to his thigh which he squeezed at firmly: right between the heat of his legs. 
Minho was different from Chan: rougher with his advances, but still addictive in how he would test the corners of your mouth with each kiss more courageous than the last. He ruffled up your torn dress, then let the silk fill up his hands before pulling it in ways to meet your skin with his. Slowly, Chan did the same, edging a hand up to your ass from the frayed bottom of the once-gorgeous dress. 
The bed was just big enough for two, but with this new interlocking of limbs as close as possible, you melded into one. Both you and Chan crept over the man between you, painting the blank canvas of his chest with seething hot lips and biting at the flesh of his skin lightly. Minho’s back arched from the beautiful sensation, causing him to giggle in his euphoria. 
In the middle, you found Chan once more, and held him close, as close as you had wanted for longer than you had admitted. 
“Oh Bee...” He moans into your mouth while releasing all of his glee onto your tongue. 
“Chan, I’m not scared anymore. I don’t even care.” 
The prince shuddered at the thought, and held you back just as tight finding the corners of your dress to pull over your head. 
“Oh my god,” Minho adores you, then reaches out to pull you to his chest. 
This mysterious man, melts for you too, whimpering perfectly between your lips.  Your legs find their way around his thigh to grind at lightly. There's an innocence to his eyes, much like that of the prince: its a kind of blind adoration that you know all too well. His dedication to Chan, and his gesture to you: the thick bandages around his arm: you find your apprehension slipping to nothing. 
Your fingers loop around the white lace of your panties as you kneel above both men, and you swipe your thumb over both of their glistening and trembling lips. 
“Well boys, how about I’ll make both of you mine tonight?” 
~🌹~
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symphonicmetal101 · 2 years
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Okay so I really want one of these crack match ups for obey me just to see how messed up I actually am
For starters, my friends all think I’m absolutely unhinged. I bring up random animal/biology facts in conversation (crocodiles store their babies inside their mouth for traveling purposes!!) and eat frozen french fries straight out of the bag. I’m insanely clumsy (almost broke my knee falling down the stairs type of clumsy). I’m also kinda the type of person people don’t really talk to because I look super unapproachable and use a lot of sarcasm? I don’t get along with a lot of people but I have a few close friends I’d literally get into a full-on fistfight for and they’d do the same for me!! Otters are objectively the best animal because they scream a lot, have grabby hands and arm pit pockets for storage for their favorite stone to open clams with. I have a very weird relationship with the color pink because I didn’t want to be like „other girls“ when I was young. I was kind of a scene kid in school and I had a really bad Vampire Knight (train wreck of a manga/anime!!) phase where I drank a lot of cranberry juice and sat around at home with the blinds all the way down because I tried to convince myself I was a vampire. I stole a beyblade from my moms best friends kid once when I was like 10 and haven’t recovered from that. I just took it with me and kept it inside my bag for a week and then threw it out because I didn’t want to get caught?? Sometimes I act like I’m asleep just so people don’t try to talk to me tbh. I went over to a friends place a while ago for his birthday and went up to his room to change clothes and looked under his desk and I,,, just saw like, a random big ass Buzz Lightyear toy laying there,, shrouded in darkness…… and I couldn’t stop hysterically laughing to the point of crying and choking for 10 minutes straight. There’s a weird Christmas tradition where you hide a Christmas ornament that looks like a cucumber on your tree and whoever finds it gets to open up the first present. I randomly got a Christmas cucumber from my coworker and decided to put it up on my moms tree to see when she’d notice. But I left the packaging out in the living room and when she came home from work she started relentlessly questioning me about why I had a cucumber and where I hid it while she frantically looked for it all over the apartment („If I find that FUCKING cucumber on MY Christmas tree I’m gonna kill you“). I was laying on the ground in tears because I was laughing so hard. Also I really hated Lucifer when I started playing and I feel like I’d still give him ice cubes made of Hot Dog water if I ever had him over at my place just to mess with him. My ideal type of fictional guy is either a total uwu cinnamon roll that can do no wrong, a himbo, or most commonly: the most unhinged and messed up one I could pick out! Objectively worst possible choice ever because red flags are super hot apparently!!
Aight...ok...
Oh god
SOLOMON and THIRTEEN
I...I cant go through this ask and pick out individual things like Ive done with other ones?? Its just the overall vibes???
Ok I guess Ill start with Thirteen and Sol- I know she hates his guts but tHaTs kInDa SeXy tHoUgh
All three of you have chaotic stories to tell each other, and you likely all laugh halfway through trying to tell them. (Also Thirteen totally snorts when they laugh and you cant convince me otherwise)
Sarcasm and dark humour is a language you're all fluent in, and overhearing a conversation where its purely that is cause for many a demon to avoid you three in sheer confusion and uneasiness, but its ok because as long as you guys have each other youre set xjsjxbxjsj.
If Thirteen finds out you didnt like pink because you didnt want to "be like other girls" shes gonna get a little huffy "and you think I am???!!!" Before trying to convince you to match her hair. (If you dont agree, Solomon will cast a spell and will not reverse it til you bribe him because basically youre stuck with two little shits)
Gsjsvsjs sorry but the three of you just pretending to pass out as soon as you see Lucifer cracks me up. Just to make him mad. And because you can.
When it comes to committing "crimes" like stealing a beyblade Thirteen is a terrible liar and runs her mouth a lot because if she commits arson and whatnot its fun!!! Its something to brag about!!! Almost nobody was hurt or seriously maimed so its fine!!! Which means when you three are in trouble for something, Solomon IMMEDIATELY silences Thirteen. She will try to talk but it she physically cannot open her mouth. So guess what, she'll learn to speak with her mouth closed- so then you'll have to keep her quiet while Solomon covers for you three...except his normally cool demeanor does take a hit when his S/Os are trying ro distract him. Even if its not to get you three out of trouble, if hes talking to Lucifer to convince him to pact him and you and Thirteen are goofing off behind Luci, he's gonna get a little flustered trying to talk vdksvskhdj
The cucumber ornament tradition will spiral so be prepared for many phallic looking items to be hanging on your tree. And to never let Luke help decorate the tree. Sorry bby.
Ok, hopefully you liked this!!!
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snickiebear · 3 years
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yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)
ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you. 
1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?
The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them. 
As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are. 
4. Link your three favorite fics right now.
OMGG okok 
@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. 
@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn 
@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL. 
fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks
i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum
5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?
Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A. 
When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip. 
9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.
@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH. 
@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about. 
@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it. 
10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?
Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA
Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka
Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.
17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?
aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”
23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?
Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it. 
24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?
The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”
28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?
I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay. 
I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time. 
Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?
30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.
AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH
Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?
Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”
34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?
None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.
Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps. 
As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO
38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?
I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing. 
It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.
39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?
I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.
Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA  
40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?
AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO
so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.
Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.” 
The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic. 
I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))
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eury-dice3 · 4 years
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Real life Marauders
There are 4 boys who are in my grade who are best friends who remind me of the marauders. Each of their personalities match up almost perfectly, and since I haven’t seen them in a while I thought I’d write down some stories about them. Here’s a little introduction to each of the un official marauders:
James Potter: the one I’m probably closest to. He is so unbelievably dumb, but also kind of smart?? He’s so funny and he doesn’t even realize it, and sometimes he just goes on and on and you just can tell that the others just aren’t listening because “oh, it’s James.” He’s in my English and Math class
Sirius Black: extremely good looking, with long dark hair. Don’t know much about him, other than the fact that he’s best friends with James, Remus, and Peter. He has more common sense than James but still is immature. Flirts with me and [Marlene] in math.
Remus Lupin: The one I know the least, but have the most classes with. We have English, History, Science, and Math together, and seeing him with different members of the marauders is very funny. He’s rather quiet and super smart, but once he’s sitting with his friends his filter comes off. Overall very sweet.
Peter Pettigrew: In my LA class. Super sweet and really funny, and very close to the other boys. He’s pretty clever and fun to sit with, but mostly follows James’ lead. Very nice.
And now here are some stories that I have:
Math:
- The first encounter I had with James and Sirius was when they sat at a table with my good friend who I recognize as Marlene. I was talking to her, when all of a sudden James asked me “do you have a spare binder? I messed mine up” and showed me his completely destroyed binder. Conveniently I did so I gave it to him. The first thing he did was put his hand behind the plastic cover and poke holes through it with his pencil.
- Whenever we had group work time in math, Remus and I would pull up extra desks and sit with James, Sirius, and Marlene. We wouldn’t do any work.
- before a math test, James made up some stupid analogy about alligators to help him remember something??
- during the same test, the teacher walked out of the room, and the events were as followed: Marlene didn’t know what she was doing so Sirius took her test and was looking at it. James and I were trying to figure out wtf was going on and we were equally as lost, so I began to cheat off of him. When the teacher walked back in, Sirius threw Marlene’s paper back at her and it was so hard not to laugh. We didn’t get caught. When we got the tests back, I got a 97%, and James got a 63%. He almost got us caught when he said to me, “but you cheated off of me??!!”
- James was copying my math notes because he had missed a day. Sirius, who often messed with James paper (ex: ripping holes in his paper with his pencil, scribbling on it, etc), squirted chocolate milk all over my notes. When he realized it was mine, he wouldn’t stop apologizing.
- I let James and Sirius copy my stuff just so long as they let me explain it to them so they can do it on their own.
- James and I were arguing about what colors each subject was (English is RED!!! And math is BLUE). Sirius was genuinely confused that subjects had colors??? And the argument got really heated until Remus pointed out James was colorblind so obviously he was wrong >:(
- Sirius tries to coach James with his math work, but gets frustrated super fast with him, so I have to be the one to do it.
- Since no one else was doing their work other than Remus and I, I turned to him and asked whag he got for one of them to see if I did it right, and he ignored me. He later apologized because he thought I was just trying to copy him like James and Sirius always do.
- James did something loud and disruptive in the middle of a lesson, then blamed it on Remus. Remus mouthed “ill kill you” over and over to James. It took everything we had to stop Marlene and I from bursting out laughing.
- James likes to show me Bigfoot videos
- when our desks are put in rows for tests, when they all walk in, they all sprint to get any seat other than the front. James usually ends up sitting front row, which means that whoever’s behind him will tickle him.
- James got a text from a random number who was claiming to be some woman. We were joking and said it was sex trafficking, and Sirius said “who’d want James??” And Remus said “Id sex traffic James.”
- our teacher lets us sit together but we have to sit right in front of his desk :(
- whenever Marlene and I get in trouble for talking, we always get fake disappointed looks from Sirius and ESPECIALLY James.
English:
- I sat at a table for a while with James, Remus, and Peter. And what. A. Time.
- we were pretty rowdy all the time and never got our work done, but since I was the teachers favorite I never got in trouble.
- our teacher would get angry at our whole group and yell at us, then just apologize to me later, which drove James absolutely crazy.
- I catch James staring at me and giving me funny looks often in class, so when I ask what he wants he just waves his hands and looks away like he did nothing wrong.
- Peter is very sweet on the outside but that boy can talk some SH!T!!! Our English teacher is insane so whenever she isn’t looking he would make fun of her
- they spent an entire class period trying to touch their thumbs to their wrists (none of them could) and when I showed them I could, they all lost it. I didn’t think it was that strange??
- we have to write down what we’re greatful for at the beginning of every class, and I always ask James what to write. He gets this far off look in his eyes and always gives me something dumb like “tin foil” or “white crayons.” I always take his suggestion.
-one time James wrote down “substitute teachers” and shared it to the class one day, and got in trouble for it. He got a detention for “insulting a teacher.”
- Remus and I tell James and Peter all of the answers to questions because they never read the assigned books.
- I’m pretty sure James doesn’t know how to read??
- I’m kidding (maybe?)
-Remus and I get into arguments with our English teacher because she doesn’t know anything??? Any time she says anything factually incorrect (which is a lot) we both immediately give eachother a look and raise our hands.
- The three of them were blasting some music out of their earbuds during work time. Our teacher asked what was happening, and James said “Rap music. It helps with learning Shakespeare, did you know? It’s like Mozart and classical music, but there’s actually really cool studies about it you should look up.” Thats bs.
- we had a timed writing and Remus and I took turns getting eachother extra pages. James and Peter were horrified when we were on our 4th and 5th pages and they were still outlining.
- James snaps his fingers when he’s trying to remember something
- we had to perform Shakespeare scenes in groups, and I can not remember why they did this?? But Remus ended up spitting water all over Peter in front of the class.
- we were reading life of pi, and I overheard James say “You know at the end of naked and afraid how they give the survival ratings? Pi would be an 8.4 at LEAST” and the other two completely ignored him. I thought it was funny.
- Marlene was doing Valengrams, and she came outside of our classroom and tried to wave to me. I didn’t see, but James did, and overly enthusiastically waved back, which caused the teacher to yell at him.
- overheard peter say “You ever seen penguins of Madagascar? how did that make sense?” And James enthusiastically agreed.
- Remus gives them snacks
Extra:
- James pushes me in the hallway just because he’s taller than me >:(
- James also likes to show off. We were walking to the library when he started bragging about how he could touch the ceiling (since they’re super high up), so I told him to prove it. He could, but he ended up breaking one of the ceiling tiles. We ran.
- While Remus’ legs are the longest, Sirius and James get insecure about it and spread their legs as far as they can. Sitting across from them is a nightmare because their legs are always in ur personal space.
- where there are marauders, there’s a Snape. Marlene and I have a group chat with him in it and other people, but we also have one without him. One day, while we’re all standing there, Marlene texts the wrong group chat (with him in it) “[SEVERUS] JUST FARTED. IT WAS WET. I HEARD IT.”
- she felt bad for a moment, but when I told her she should probably apologize, she said “why? he did.”
- I have to ask Remus for help in science sometimes and he’s always eager to help.
- we had an online discussion in English, and Peter spoke once, Remus asked a few good questions, and James didn’t even show up.
- I miss them all dearly bc school is cancelled because of COVID :(
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FF HEADCANON LIST
CRACKS KNUCKLES these are all imported from google docs bc thats where ive been keeping all my thoughts :] im not sure if theres any repeat HCs in here and im sorry if someones got to me before i have but these all came from my own brain !!! these are all very miscellaneous HCs but they generally revolve around vivosaurs and revival. some of them are rather macabre so a solid CW warning here for mentions of dinosaur body horror and death. ALSO SPOILERS FOR FOSSIL FIGHTERS 1 AND 2 BUT MOSTLY 2 LETS GO
modern boneysaurs/zombiesaurs
i think it is entirely possible to replicate a boney/zombiesaur outside of whatever sorcery zongazonga used to resurrect them in the first place. i think its relatively well known undead vivosaurs are a direct result of ZZ and his ancient tournament, and although zombiesaurs are usually claimed to be used in such tournaments most often, i think boneysaurs are just a variant of that but where less used due to weakness and general incompatibility. theyre all undead vivosaurs. thats it. on to the meat of this headcanon, boney/zombiesaur resurrection: i think zombiesaurs could be the result of attempting to revive a deceased vivosaur, while boneysaurs might be caused by man or machine malfunction while reviving a fossil. i think this might be an interchangeable effect: zombiesaurs might emerge from resurrections, and boneysaurs might emerge from revivals, although altogether i think this entire phenomenon is extremely rare. fossil revival goes entirely against the laws of nature and thus, nature must step in at some points to attempt to stop the process, although common fossil park high-tech machinery probably stops most instances like this from happening. boneysaurs emerging from failed revivals are almost always the cause of very poor cleaning, (maybe attempting to revive a heavily damaged, failed fossil head?) or outdated/unkempt fossil revival machinery. boney/zombiesaurs were so common in ZZ’s time because of such poor methods of revival. at some point during a “doomed” fossil revival, the skin and flesh of the vivosaur its supposed to resemble never quite “renders” in. the skin is registered and stitched together, but only holds the bones in place with an unknown black substance, leaving it void black in the same way a texture in a video game may just fail to load. presumably boneysaurs are almost always immediately dead in the revival chamber after the process is over due to lack of functioning organs, skin, etc, without some kind of support or magic. or maybe they are magic- every bad unnatural part of a revival machine fused into one being, and thats what allows them to live on. on the other hand, this could mean any type of boneysaur could emerge from any dinosaur- pterosaurs, therizinosaurs, raptors, maybe- maybe- just a thought, maybe even super revival vivosaurs could have this effect happen too. so, so rarely though. so rarely, its probably never even happened before in recorded vivosaur revival history. 
as for zombiesaurs- this phenomenon could happen when a recently deceased vivosaur is attempted revival. recently deceased, as in, undecayed flesh-still-in-tact. i imagine this happens much more often than boneysaurs- although, i dont think many people are trying to revive dead vivosaurs.
zombiesaurs, fresh from the revival chamber, are almost always damned and in pain, and serve as a reminder to fighters that the laws of nature can only be twisted so far, and they are best be put down. presumably no fossil cleaning facilities will allow a fighter to attempt to revive a dead vivosaur due to the danger and the frightening, disturbing nature of zombiesaurs. fossil damage + neon goo every fighter has encountered the bright purple (green in the OG FF) substance that appears during cleaning when a fossil is too damaged in one area. this material wouldnt be produced from the fossil itself, but rather generated by the fossil cleaning machinery when it detects damage within the bone, kinda like a 3D printer. this is why fossil cleaning is so meticulous, and why it has to be done in such specific conditions with heavy surveillance and a tight time limit. this prevents the vivosaur from having broken bones when it is revived- it is a bright, obvious substance, and it feels much like a warm, firm jelly with a hard, synthetic core that sews bones together. maybe its different in other regions, explaining the color difference amongst games. it is almost completely unnoticeable when the vivosaur is revived, nearly perfectly mimicking bone and flesh to prevent issues later on in the vivosaurs life. as good of a bone mimic as it might be, i think a very heavily damaged bone would still be a weak point during battle or an area of pain or irritation for the vivosaur. that is why it is best to clean your fossils as well as you can. maybe this goo is designed to be replaced with real bone by the vivosaurs body later in life, but i have yet to think about that too much. perhaps its soft enough to be destroyed and replaced by the body’s natural healing functions, but hard enough to act as bone? And perhaps thats why its best to let your vivosaur rank up (rest+heal) before taking them to battle. UNRELATED HEADCANON- GUHNASH COULD HAVE HAD A COOLER DESIGN. I DONT LIKE HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A TADPOLE. i have a vision in mind for a cooler guhnash redesign- i like the snake-ish look, but maybe he could be like. an infinitely long being. nobody knows where he starts or ends. a head at the front of an infinitely massive body that consumes everything, and nobody knows where the eaten planets goes. kinda like a jörmungandr-like being. idk i just think a “planet eater” with living brains should be more eldritch and god-like and mysterious. ANYWAYS vivosaur ecosystems? there is literally no way a vivo ecosystem wouldnt form. NO WAY. so many dinosaurs and seeing how OFTEN they are abandoned- refer to the opening scene of fossil fighters champions- it would not be any surprise feral vivosaurs wouldnt breed and form small ecosystems among themselves and around fossil parks. its not an uncommon sight to see pterosaurs flying overhead or sauropods munching on trees, although id bet theropods and more dangerous vivosaurs would have teams of park rangers to keep them under control. refer once again to FFC opening scene. this would explain the seemingly infinite amount of fossils in the dig sites, how you can find vivosaurs in only specific areas- although thats leading into a rather dark topic and i would rather not talk about it right now LOL i will leave that open to interpretation. jurassic park knock off SOME OTHER LITTLE MISC HCS TOO SHORT TO WRITE ENTIRE TOPICS ABOUT: because ZZ is a mix of boneysaur and zombiesaur and hes also an ancient sorcerer he smells fucking rank. so fucking bad. hes got maggots and shit hes only held together by magic but somehow he kicks ass. but hes fucking stinky so at what cost boneysaurs have no concept of feelings and arent really desirable as vivos and zombiesaurs only know rage and pain, also making them undesirable, for very very good reasons. they are taboo to talk about among fighters but most of the time they are only myths because of how rare they are feral vivosaurs dont have medals, only revived vivos do. that means they are standalone animals and they are also generally undesirable for fighters but they can still be tamed, if one wishes. theres way, WAY more fossil parks and dig sites than shown in the games. fossil battling is as well known and used as much as people love music and video games in the fossil fighters universe. vivosaurs are an essential part of society, although there is often controversy on the ethics of fossil battles and revival. pokemon knock off alright thats all i feel like typing for now thanks for reading this far lads. i love dinossuars. i wanna write some things on dinaurians but maybe later after ive introduced saar here :)
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brainsbeauty · 3 years
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High and Dry
Summary: Once again, another Calum Hood fan-fiction; starring my favorite trope, SECRET DATING.
Word Count: 1,444
In this moment, he was ethereal.
The brown eyed boy laid next to her. Everything was soundless, except for the shallow noises of his breathing, chest falling in unison with his fluttering eyelids. She often wondered what that boy thought about, the daydreams are frequent, she knows that. People have their assumptions, yet the chaos was never correct. Somewhere beneath the creative outpourings of that boy resides the kitchen table, always content to stay quietly beneath, yet at times be revealed upon the random cleanings that come as welcome storms. He always said the bed was his safe place, his haven. He'd snuggle into the duvet as happy as a cat in the sunlight, ready for his starry dreams. He'd fall asleep in good time, either slowly or fast, never without a partner. For now, all Marianne could do was hope whatever went on in there, was pleasant.
The blanket is thin and the night is cold. As she wraps it around her shoulders, she knows it is better than nothing but it fails to reach her toes, which sit like ice-blocks on the parquet floor. She can't sleep tonight. Looking down, she realized the blanket was all she had left, the sheets had been scrambled across the floor once again. In their whiteness were as a fresh page awaiting ink, looking so comfortable yet so far away. In that dark room there were shapes in monochrome, of course the daylight could bring brilliant fuchsia or deepest scarlet, but for now it could be a scene from a black and white movie. The silhouettes were already more discernible than they were only a short while before and she gazed from the window; any moment the sun would kiss the sky orange, igniting a new dawn, bringing the chorus of the birds, but for now, she didn't dare move.
When another bite of winter seeps through the cracked windows, Calum moves his hand under her night dress and towards her middle, sharing the warmth as easily as he shared his heart. Shifting her body under his was easy, but moving her hands under the soft curls of his hair without waking him, was hard. She loved to touch him - never in a sexual way, never anywhere other than his face, his hands, his obsidian hair that fell in tousled locks. His warmth would seep into her being and he comforted her without ever opening his mouth. Marianne would melt into him like ice-cream on a warm porcelain bowl, like she belonged next to him, like he belonged next to her; and each time before they parted, the aching to be in his arms would begin anew.
France was known for being cold in the winter. Without sunlight, the place was simply hopeless. Nevertheless, it was beautiful, especially to her, after all those years of living in England, this place seemed absolutely extraordinary. Tomorrow, maybe, the promise of spring will blossom as flowers do, yet today the wind blows cold. The last serenade winter's song. Upon the grass there is snow, much like sprinkled sugar over cake. The frigid air has a way of keeping us in the moment, wicking away body heat faster than it is replaced. It was no secret today would be one of those days when normal clothes aren't enough, when they feel thinner than they are. It hadn't taken her long to realize the brown eyed boy accompanying her was not enough to resist the grating of winter.
The balcony there was a concrete ledge, square rough edges and a rusty rail, but in that moment it was her oasis. The hotel workers had filled whatever space the table for one did not occupy with potted plants and in the spring and summer seasons, she was told, was a riot of color. On her balcony she could enjoy the early morning breeze, the sun and even sometimes sit out in misty rain, no matter how cold. Below the city flowed in it's tense way, bustling and honking. But ten floors up she seemed far enough removed from it to be a passive observer, not troubled by its strife. She'd always been fond of balconies. She felt that if she could only manage to stand on one long enough, the right one, wearing a long white trailing gown, preferably during the first quarter of the moon, something would happen: music would sound, a shape would appear below, sinuous and dark, and climb towards her, while she leaned fearfully, hopefully, gracefully, against the wrought-iron railing and quivered. But this wasn't a very romantic balcony.
She stepped outside, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. She was no longer naked, taking her time wrapping the tattered bathrobe around her shivered body as she glided. It wouldn't be such a shame though, people seeing her naked; after all, men payed for that. The sunlight had come quickly that morning, as if it had missed the sky and wanted nothing more than to warm up those blues to a radiant gold. Just another person wanting warmth, she assumed. Looking back, she watched as Calum stammered over the laundry and tossed sheets from the exiting nights before, his only heat shield being a pair of boxers, ones accompanied by stretched fabric and many, many holes.
He walked up to her slowly and pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around her frail body. His forearms were streaked with green veins that sat comfortably on his silky, almond skin. The beauty spots that speckled them jumped at her when he clenched, tugging her even closer, the veins pulsating with concentration. The world around her seemed to melt away as she squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.
"It's early, you're not supposed to be awake yet," his lips alight on her cheek then, like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. "Come back to bed, please." He took her small calloused hands, as his eyes still adjusted towards the soft light; causing him to move cautiously while maneuvering the generous amounts of pillows and the chairs drenched in used jackets. There’s a finger. Two. They faux sashay in tandem up her leg from her ankle as if they were two legs of their own, and they splay into a palm to grip onto her thigh mid-journey. She returns the advance with a small smile, leaving the sky in which her attention was previously occupied with alone.
Thats not all, of course, it never is. In seconds someone is at the door, knocking ever so loudly. The noise came quietly at first and then there was silence. Someone was desperate for Calum's attention, but at just the wrong times. There is a kind of fast movement that is precise and well thought through that rose from the panic in both their eyes. Not the impulsive and random swipes of the cornered, yet more with the calculation of a chess player as she huddled behind the whitewashed bathroom door. Silence washed her system once more. She listened intently as the door opened, creaking, for it couldn't be quiet unless politely asked. She recognized the voices quickly enough to know this was bad, the situation she meant. They weren't supposed to find out and, by now, all she could do was hope no one needed the washroom.
Today she was unlucky. The footsteps approaching were not Calum's, they weren't heavy and slow, they were quick and stammered as the boy crept closer, and closer, and closer. Her heart rate was elevated to serious extents, and if she hadn't been holding her breath, she'd be traveling towards the nearest hospital. "Wait!" she could see him through the crack and, thanks to the bad carpentry, the gap was just narrow enough for him not to even notice her existence, just Calum's sudden volume adjustment, making everyone, even Ashton, freeze. "I had gotten a call from Luke earlier, he said it was urgent," his fingers twirled around each other and, just like that was not enough, he continued, "I'm kind of worried, perhaps we should go. We could form a search party, maybe."
Just as he had tugged Marianne to bed, he took Ashton's hands and scrambled out of the room, pants seeping off his waste as he searched for the nearest belt. Closing the door behind him, he looked back one last time and winked, before exiting out to his own doom. They hadn't been caught this time, she thought, thank God.
Note: I could really use some help. I would like to continue this storyline, yet I have no substantial plot, so, if anyone has helpful tips or hints, I’m always wide open!
Note: Thanks for reading, ao3 username is mikethemechanic, follow me if you’d like more!
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Final Thoughts: The Witch
*SIGH*
I didn't hate it.
I wanted to hate it. I use to hate it.
I didn't hate it.
I didn't even hate William as a character as much as I use to. Still hate Ineson, though.
My Bias
Let me start off with my bias. If you couldn't tell by now, I love goats. What originally drew me to The Witch that day in Family Video (not sponsored) was, of course, the goat on the cover. After watching the movie I did some reading on it and the VAST majority of coverage about the movie was about Black Phillip. "Fine by me!" I thought. "I'd rather read about the only star that matters here anyway!"
And that's how I learned of Charlie. Charlie was a beautiful black buck with gorgeous piercing golden eyes. There isn't much base information about him but from my own research and knowledge, I beleive Charlie is an Old Irish. Funny enough, the striking horns that earned Charlie his place in the movie because of how large they were are not actually that big by Old Irish standards. These boys can grow some IMPRESSIVE racks. *cough* 
Charlie was not the most dedicated actor on set. If they wanted him to be boisterous and act aggressive, Charlie wanted to take a nap. If they wanted him to hold still and display the calm demeanor of The Devil, Charlie wanted to run around like a kid discovering his legs for the first time. This description didn't shock me in the least. "Thats...thats just a goat?" I thought. "Thats just how they ARE." Goats are like...well, goats are unique animals. While even a cat can be trained with enough patience and the right reward, goats are wonderfully intelligent and MIND NUMBINGLY STUPID animals all at the same time. You look into their eyes and you see the infinite knowledge of the universe AND the mindless empty void AT THE SAME TIME. That is just the nature of the domestic goat. So of course you will never have a goat do what you want it to on the first, second, or even tenth try. If you work with goats in any way, you just need to accept this.
So Charlie, this incredibly intelligent and extremely stupid animal, was on a set of a movie where He was the antagonist in the minds of the characters, actors, and crew. Charlie could have been just fine on the set if the actors had kept their animosity to filming sessions, and most of them did just that. Most of the actors and crew were, at worst, neutral towards Charlie when not actively filming a scene with him. Most of the actors.
Ineson was not among them. Ineson is quoted as saying "From the moment we set eyes on each other it was just kind of hate at first sight." Now, because of their vast infinite nothingness in their heads, goats really aren't capable of "hate at first sight," but they CAN sense animosity from others towards them. Like when your cat knows that your dad hates cats. They just know. So you have an incredibly intelligent moron that weighs just over 200lbs looking at this imposing angry man that was Ralph Ineson and he knows the man does not like him and Ineson has decided that every action Charlie makes is just to spite him, specifically.
It was not the best paring...
By the 4th day of filming, Ineson reported that he was on pain killers for the remainder of the 5-week shoot.
The thing was, the rest of the actors and crew (aside from Eggers but he was trying to direct a goat in a movie so he gets a little leeway) actually recall how sweet and wonderful Charlie was. Anya Taylor-Joy has said that the shoot was a "beautiful" experience. Anna Kilch, a veteran animal trainer, said Charlie was a dream to work with.
So I'm not the biggest fan of Ineson...
The Movie
With that said, what did I think about the movie?
It was...not horrible. In fact, if I put aside my own animosity towards Ineson, it was pretty ok. There are PROBLEMS, no doubt about that, but it was decent.
The Good
The atmosphere was beautiful. It was shot in a quaint little bit of nowhere in Northern Ontario. Pretty sure they put a blue filter over everything but it really did work. It muted all the color and made it all very dreary and damp feeling. In most other situations this would be a major detriment but the overall feeling of hopelessness from the characters was perfectly accented by the misty and drab landscape.
The characters....there were problems but I'll touch on that later. What I liked was how they represented the Deadly Sins.
William is pretty clear. He is the Sin of Pride. It was his pride that had them exiled from their settlement. It was his pride that caused him to lie and steal from his own family. It was his pride that kept his family in a place that was blighted and would not produce anything. It was his pride that made him refuse to see Black Phillip for what he was.
Katherine was also very clear. She is the Sin of Wrath. Her anger at Thomasin for the loss of her infant blinded her to everything around here. It blinded her to Thomasin's innocence. It blinded her to her other childrens sins. It blinded her to how hard Thomasin worked to regain her mothers favor. And, eventually, it blinded her to the avatars of the devil that came to her that dark night.
Caleb, again, very clear. He is the Sin of Lust. Caleb was a bright young boy who was dedicated to and dearly loved his family. He loved one family member a little too much. Caleb lusted after his elder sister. That lust eventually lead him into the arms of the titular Witch as she seduced him with her HUGE....tracks of land... c:
Mercy and Jonas are harder to pin down. Eventually I settled on Envy and Sloth respectively, though I'm not 100% sold on them. Jonas I'm a bit more sure on. His character is fairly one note and all about shirking any work his elder sister tries to give him. I settled for Envy for Mercy mostly because of the scene near the creak. She seemed to envy the attention her father and elder brother gave to Thomasin. Neither one are very strong connections though.
Thomasin didn't really show a sign of a serious sin until the very end. Actually, she almost seemed to embody ALL of the sins in the end after being almost pure as snow for the whole movie. Almost. She displayed minor sins throughout the movie but it made her a believable character. She was a young woman, somewhere between 14 and 16 I'd say. She got angry at her siblings, she wasn't totally focused on her chores, the normal teenage stuff.
However, by the end of the movie, Thomasin displayed nearly all 7 Sins. She was wrathful towards her father. She was greedy for her mothers love. Black Phillip's offers display Gluttony (Butter) and Envy (the Dress). She was certain that she was right in all of her actions, blinded by Pride. She was apathetic once her family were all dead, leaving them all to rot in the elements as she wallowed in self pity. And finally she disrobed and frolicked with the devil in her Lust.
The Bad
Oh yes was there bad.
The sound direction was OBJECTIVELY horrible. What should have been ambient sound effects were too loud, the dialog was WAY too soft, the music was all over the place. It fell well into that nasty hole that Horror has of turning all the sound to soft and quiet before hitting you with a sudden jolt as the action jumps to life. When used well, this can elicit a visceral feeling in the viewer that lets them connect with the urgency of the scene. When used wrong, its just a cheep tactic to get a scare just like jump scares. This REALLY needs to be called out more often in Horror. We all denounce jump scares as cheep and over used and we need to do the same for the auditory equivalent.
The dialog was really hard to understand. I understand the choice considering the setting, but it was the biggest wall that kept me from enjoying anything the first time around. By the nature of Old Low English, words would blend into one another and become almost gibberish. Its a very lovely language to read, but a chore to listen to. I put on subtitles this time around and was able to follow the story much more easily. I would absolutly advise putting on subtitles while watching it.
The ending was the weakest part of the movie aside from the sound issues. I mean the very last scene. Everything leading up to that was actually very well done. The way Thomasin goes to Black Phillip and demands he talk to her. The way he offers her everything she could ever want. How you see both the hope and defeat in Thomasin when Black Phillip began to talk to her. It was clear he was the one who set in motion the cogs that ended with her families death but they were all victims of their own sins in the end. She saw his power over their insignificant lives and was crushed by his seeming superiority to the Lord she had been raised to love. At the same time, she saw the power he could bestow on HER, a clear tangible power unlike the "story" of Heavenly Power that she never saw physical examples of.
To end on the scene of this naked woman, no longer the innocent girl burdened by heavy trappings of modesty, walking into the woods with the black billygoat hot on her heals would have been so powerful. Just cut to black right there. You can even still have the witches chanting as it cuts to black and the end credits fade in.
But they decided to take it one step further and it did NOT help the ending. It was just too over the top with the naked women writhing erotically around this fire. When the camera turns back on Thomasin and she begins writhing and moaning and laughing and you see her rise into the air, maybe its just me but it took away the power of that sure confident woman walking into the woods.
It just feels like a step too far and would have been much stronger if they'd just left that part out.
The G.O.A.T
The best part was still Charlie.
Black Phillip, Black Phillip
A crown grows out his head,
Black Phillip, Black Phillip
To nanny queen is wed.
Jump to the fence post,
Running in the stall.
Black Phillip, Black Phillip
King of all.
Black Phillip, Black Phillip
King of sky and land,
Black Phillip, Black Phillip
King of sea and sand.
We are ye servants,
We are ye men.
Black Phillip eats the lions
From the lions' den.
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A rant abt RenAi
I was missing Zero that I wanted to re-read his scenes and saw vkm has alot more chapters since I last visited (I dunno why I was surprised it was like a year ago) but anyway, I chose random chapter to check out and BAM well hello there RenAi *sigh
My first response was 'of fucking couse you do' but I'm not surprised.
My second response was 'shes a girl??'
So then I checked out vkm tags I'm surprised that there are people who were in denial... Like I get it, YuMe isnt direct incest like RenAi and VK and even vkm kinda sunk that ship but like why are you surprised? Were y'all thinking that with YuMe sunk, sensei is implying that incest sucks in her universe? Cause YuMe didnt sunk in canon because it was incest but because kaname was too depresed and fucked up that he crossed the line and hurting yuuki, thats why he decided to 'stop' their relationship.
While checking tags, I read some from both sides... Aaaand....
1. I agree that people who cant enjoy vkm anymore should just stop reading. And like just delve into fanfics and fanart cuz like thats what they are for. But some people like to rant cuz thats what blogs are for. We just need to tag and block tags, man.
2. Saying ALL the ones who dislike or even disappointed abt RenAi is lesbianphobes... Nah hun, its the incest thats they have problem with, I dunno why this is hard, like alot of fans dont like YuMe for the very same reason even tho they're like ancestors apart lol.
3. While some are preetty clear that the reason they dont like it is because incest isnt their cup of tea, but Im seeing some post that is one slip away to purity culture and nuh uh, no just no. Look whatever, some people ship incest, some people dont, when you dont you just press that back button (and I know alot have done, which is fine and good). But for the love of God, I better not see 'incest is wrong' regarding renai's discourse. This is fucking fictional abt vampires! Dark vampires not fucking vegetarian vamps (tho I hesitate to call VK a dark manga.... Its more like a dark rose-colored one)
4. The stalking, creepy way of Ai's bla bla bla.... Like please, none of the vampires in vk are fucking saint. All of our charas are fucking disfungsional. They are not bad or evil, but none of them are good. Zeki even said it, Kaname did the same. And I know, VK has kaname abusive in the end, but *sigh Sensei story is of that tragic backstory caused this guy to fucked up his mind and vampire has instincts that cause these abuse. For the lack of better words Sensei in the story kinda excuse the abuse. I disagree but I didnt write the story so. And sensei has written a parallel of yume with zero ai, but resolved or handled in better way so really, I dont think they're going to go the same mistake as kaname made.
And full disclosure, I dont like RenAi, its not that they're girls, or incest. I have some incest... uh not ship I guess since I'm not invested in their relationship canon but I do enjoy incest fanfic or stories, from the dark toxic one to the pure but 'wrong' love. One example is Okumura Yukio/Rin, they are twins and are demons so really.. I'm not new to these dark themes... But honestly I'm just disappointed.
At first I thought is it because I hate YuMe? But then I remembered my problem with the last chapters of VK was Yuuki's lack of development not Yume, cause I did root for them until the after rido arc. And its mainly because Yuuki devolution that to me are in effect of putting kaname in focus. So in a way I hated YuMe for de-evolving my girl and just ended there without the rise of her character or something.
Honestly I dont think I'm the only one who think that vkm was a fix for that.I think thats why a lot of people are mad that the trio 'dissapear'.
If it isnt clear, its because some fans wanted to see some closures and the development for the charas that were rushed in vk. Until RenAi appeared, it hasnt finished yet, so these fans were miffed or pissed that sensei suddenly focused in RenAi when some charas havent even shown their faces. Dont get me wrong, the way vkm has been written has made me think that all development and closures are going to be written in pieces and disjointed from the start, so I personally dont have a problem but I can understand these fans.
Wait, I think I went on tangent.
Damn this ia long.... Sorry.
I think, bottomline RenAi ticked me off cause its like the de-evolution of yuuki all over again and the way RenAi plot is handled canonwise is not my cup of tea. Tho really VK has always been weak in plot, so we should man up and admit it, VK n VKm are character study stories.
The fanfics on the other hand....
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AHSHAAUGAFAF MEGAMINDS TAIL OAO - anyways - metro mans kinda a lil bitch for being so “creeped out” at megaminds alien biology when really he probably has his own alien problems too and thats the tea
AO3
Loving The Alien (Part 12)
(trypophobia warning toward the end of the chapter)
(I also want to thank @the-megamind  for helping me generate ideas :D)
Roxanne nearly drops a pan when she hears the banging on her door. It’s obvious whoever is knocking at not even six in the morning is here for a reason, and a major one at that. Huffing, she sets the pan on the stove and wipes her hands on her robe. With shuffling feet she goes to the door.
“Who’s th—“
“Miss Ritchi!” The robotic screech of Minion’s suit voice tore through the door with clear agitation.
She blinked rapidly, because one, how on earth did Minion get up the flight of stairs, or the elevator, without causing mass panic, and two, why was he here? How did he know Megamind was here (assuming that’s the reason he’s here)? Without another thought she unlocked her door and found—she found not Minion, but also Wayne, standing in his superhero get-up with the most miserable look on his face.
“Can…I help you two?”
Minion, without saying another word, marched past her into her apartment with barely a second look. She opened her mouth to protest, but Wayne was following Minion’s lead by more or less forcing himself inside uninvited.
“SIR!” Minion belows, spinning around in his suit’s bowl head as he searched for his friend. “SIR, I’M HERE!”
Roxanne pinched the bridge of her nose. She had no patience for nonsense this morning but it was clear Minion wasn’t here to kidnapping. Clearly. Megamind said so himself he was stopping that. But did Minion know? Did he know why his boss/friend was hiding here with her?
“What are you guys doing here?” She hissed at Wayne, pulling her robe tighter around her when his eyes drifted below his face (her sleep tank top wasn’t the most modest thing).
“When you said… uh… that the little guy was all right now, I kind of went searching for Minion.”
She stared at him.
“Turns out he was looking for him too!”
She sighs. Honestly, a very selfish part of her just wanted to spend a lazy day off work with none other than Megamind. However she knew that the one who knew Megamind best was not her, not in the slightest. So Roxanne motioned to Minion, and says, “He’s up in my room.”
Minion doesn’t so much as give her another second because he’s already storming up the stairs with his big mechanical gorilla feet. She winces, hearing the stairs creek in his wake.
“SIR,” Minion yells again and throws the door open before vanishing inside. If Minion wasn’t a literal (alien) fish, Roxanne would feel terrified of a man throwing himself into her bedroom like hell in a suit. But, this was Minion and had probably spent more time with her unconscious than anything.
She hears Megamind squawk in surprise, and then Minion is marching back out again with him thrown over his shoulder. Megamind kicks his limbs and shouts, “Damn you! Put me down!”
“This is so inappropriate, sir!” Minion cried. “In Miss Ritchi’s bed?! WHY didn’t you call me when you lost your tail again!?”
“PUT ME DOWN, MINION.”
They’re yelling, now, with Megamind climbing all over this friend’s impossibly large robotic suit and Minion trying to grab Megamind by the waist to keep him still. Megamind is clumsy, though, and she can tell the “phantom pain”, as he put it, is evident as he tries to regain his balance.
“Okay, stop! Both of you!” She yells. Both of them turn to her with wide eyes. “Minion, there’s nothing to worry about. Megamind’s just been resting here.”
“And that’s incredibly unethical!”
“Don’t be a prune, Minion,” Megamind grumbles, having been caught and forcefully squeezed into a bridal position. It would be almost comical, seeing him struggle in the big mechanical arms of his friend, but right now all she worried about was Megamind being “kidnapped” in a weird scene, or his tail stub to start bleeding from all the struggling.
“What are you even DOING here!?” The fish asks, clearly in distress. Roxanne finally takes pity on him and sending a glance to Wayne, who looks just about ready to leave as quickly as possible, she walks over to Minion to insist he put Megamind down.
“Minion, it’s okay. We had… a date last night.”
The fish looked at her like she was the weirdest one in the room.
“A date,” he echoes.
“Not really,” Megamind whines. “Before anything happened, Mr. Elephant here showed up.”
“Look, little buddy…”
“Don’t even start with me.”
“Mr. Scott informed me that he caught you two in a very inapt position,” Minion barked, to which Megamind blew air out of his cheeks, blushing lilac. “I’m taking you back home now, Sir. Enough playing.”
Both she and Megamind jolt. “For one, I’m not playing, and you can’t tell me what to do,” the blue alien whined. “I’m quite…” he glances at her, a clear question in his eyes. She nodded. “I’m quite comfortable here!”
“Sir, this is completely—“
“Minion, this is SO not your place—“
“I’m sure Miss Ritchi has to go to her job, now! She’s much too busy for—“
“She’s taking a sick day!”
“Miss Ritchi doesn’t know how to care for you like I—“
“We ate together!”
This was not the response she’d expect from Megamind to quiet Minion. Yet it was everything that needed to be known, or at least understood, for the otherworldly fish. His jaw dropped open, a few bubbles exiting his mouth. She shared a glance with Wayne over the unfolding scene.
And then the little fish grits his fangs. Roxanne knows without a doubt these two are going to be fighting, and it probably shouldn’t be anything she or Wayne should be privy to. So, she takes the more humanoid alien by the hand and leads him to the balcony. Once outside, she shuts the door behind her. Immediately the two inside start yelling. Oh, boy, she thought gloomy. Megamind hadn’t mentioned their new relationship status at all.
“So… you and him?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“But, he’s… Megamind. I can’t really imagine him as the boyfriend type.”
“You’d be surprised.”
When she heard a chair being knocked over, she winced. So did Wayne, but he covers his head in his hands.
“If your superhearing is that bothered, then you shouldn’t have come.”
He frowns. “Look… Roxie, I know it’s not really my business, but…” He winces again.
And Roxanne understands his pain. The physical pain, that is.
They’ve known each other for a while. Actually, a little longer than she’s known Megamind. After all he was the one to originally kidnap her because of her affiliation with Metro Man.
It goes to say that she and Wayne are somewhat like friends. Sometimes he’s taken her out for coffee after a particularly grueling kidnapping, or they’ve gone out for sushi, a shared enjoyment (she tended to avoid fish-based things after years of knowing her two serial kidnappers [that is, apparently, until now]).
She’s seen his little hideout by the bay, under this old one-room schoolhouse.
So, naturally, it wasn’t strange for them to pick up on the little things in the other. Quirks. Pet peeves. Hobbies. Tastes. Strange alien abilities she’d never guess.
Ooh yes. Wayne was so not off the hook for last night. No way. Not after what happened with Megamind. Especially so, since Wayne wasn’t one to talk.
So, yes, Wayne, she thought to herself bitterly, you had no room to talk about Megamind’s alienness. He has his own little alien quirk, too.
“If you make one nasty comment, one, on our relationship I am throwing you over the balcony myself.”
“That’s not gonna—“
“I don’t care, and you better apologize to him.”
“It’s not—“
“You removed his tail.”
“It comes off on its own!”
“How is that any less wrong!?”
She hears something being turned over in her living room, and with a great strength, she holds herself from turning around to look inside. She did trust Megamind enough not to turn her home into a complete disaster. More or less. Yet before she can say anything she hears, in a loud insisting yell, “Well maybe I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore!”
And then Minion’s squeal of shock.
And then a long silence.
And then the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut.
She waits there for a whole second before the glass doors open.
“Roxanne,” Megamind states. She turns around and swallows.
He’s looking a little worse for wear. Clearly the signs of a passionate fight show on his face, with puffy purple cheeks and ears. He hangs his head and steps aside from the entrance way. “It’s just me, now.”
“Are you okay?” She asked awkwardly, tentatively touching his shoulder. He shrugs, giving her little information as to what just happened between them. She and Wayne follow him inside, watching him collapse on the sofa.
She quickly moves to sit beside him. He looks so tired, now. He pouts, with his brows scrunched together so hard she wonders if he’ll hurt his face.
“Do you want breakfast?” She asks him, patting his head.
“Sure,” he sighs, but pressed against her in a loose fetal position and closes his eyes. Not sparing a glance at Wayne, or even warning him for what she’s about to do, she tugs his sleep pants down an inch to expose his stump. He grunts but doesn’t move her.
It’s still the same dark pink color, not as glossy anymore but still puffy with the blood pumping through his slim body. She’s been keeping an eye on it this whole time, but even so, she wants to cry or cringe because this appendage she’s so accustomed to seeing is literally gone. It’s just gone. Not forever, but it’s… gone.
Wayne looks away.
Good, she thinks bitterly. Let him see it. She gently pulls the elastic band back up, this time letting it pop his skin a little. It’s ineffective.
When she leaves the couch in favor of making him something to eat (and for herself), she gives Wayne a look and crosses her arms. “You need to apologize to him. Big time. For all the times!”
He rubs the back of his neck.
She picks up a spray can of olive oil and coats a pan, quietly placing it on the stove because as much a she felt like slamming it down, Megamind was already asleep on the couch.
“Things are changing, Wayne,” she sighs, pulling a carton of eggs and a variety of vegetables and other foodstuffs out of her fridge. “He’s already trying to accept that. You need to, too.”
He sits at her bar and is just… quiet. For a long time, as she’s already whipping eggs together in a bowl with chopped onions, spinach, pepper, tomatoes, and cheese, the apartment is eerily quiet for once, with the only sounds being her puttering around.
With the omelet starting to fry on the pan, Wayne finally moves off the stool.
Out of the corner of her eye, still hovering over the stove with her spatula in hand, she watches him approach the other alien by crouching down beside him.
“Hey… Blue…”
She briefly wondered where the naming of his color of skin came from and wondered if Megamind would see that as if a white person called an African “Black”. However, when Megamind opened one eye, face half pressed into her red cushions, he regarded this life-long energy with just a suspicious glare.
“Look. I’m sorry about last night. I may have overreacted….”
She’s two seconds from blowing up on “may have”, but Megamind beats her to it by saying, quite quietly, “One time too many. Five times I can count, including last night.”
“Those times happened as kids, man.”
“Tell that to the growing pains, jack hat.”
She knows he’s being literal, Roxanne thinks with a wince.
Wayne smacks his lips and gives a glance to Roxanne. She glares and just vigorously nods her head.
“Look… I think half the reason we all really felt… threatened by you was your—“
“Yes, yes, my appearance,” Megamind hisses, sitting up now. His borrowed top slips off one of his slender blue shoulders, the one with a tattoo. “The tail. The extra fingers. The eyes. The teeth,” he bares them. “Not to mention the time I lost my tail or had my shoes stolen.”
Why would stolen shoes be so bad?
“You,” Megamind goes on, laying on the truth very, very thickly. “You were Mr. Perfect, all smiles and charm and charismatic heroism. Winning the other chee-ildren with a single look. Despite your freakish strength and powers, they all flocked to you, didn’t they? Oh, no, no one could hate Mr. Perfect. Not him! Not even if secretly all the other children had somewhat of a fear for an indestructible child, in which no-one could stop if he had so much as a temper tantrum!”
The room is so quiet that Roxanne thinks she can hear her own heartbeat.
Wayne stands up. He hangs his head. “I’m sorry. I really am. But… would you believe me if I said I was jealous?”
Megamind doesn’t buy it for a second and leans over to rest his chin on his fists. “Oh? Was it my incredible genius that intimidated your tiny mind?”
“No. It was because your alien abilities weren’t as freakish as mine!”
Megamind stares at him. “How so?”
Wayne tries to search Roxanne’s eyes for somewhat of a backup. And though she is still furious at him, she does nod and encourages him silently.
Wayne then brings his hand up to his head and runs his fingers through his graying hair, moving away a chunk of greased locks to expose the hundreds of tiny, little holes in his scalp.
Megamind says nothing, and sits very still.
“They’re… ears. Like. I can hear basically everything in this city. It’s frustrating as heck! And not to mention ear wax. This sounds disgusting but most of the time my hair looks this good is because of the wax. It’s—ew. I know.”
“Is that all?” Megamind is massaging his temples now, but in no way does he appear to be grossed out. Or even that tased.
“Um… not really. No. But. Look. I’m saying sorry. And I really mean it.”
He say nothing. He turns and his eyes meet with Roxanne, but for once she doesn’t know what to say to this. This is between them. It’s probably not even okay for her to be present for this conversation, but she does need to make him something to ea—OH SHIT, she’s forgotten the omelet. She throws herself over to the oven and flips it, cursing as it’s scorched on the bottom.
As for what happened next between the two aliens, she is not privy to, because when she turns around Wayne is leaving through the balcony.
She scavenges the good parts of the omelet and fills a glass with organic orange juice. Walking over to him, she gives him a look over. He’s hunched over, still massaging his temples.
When she sits beside him does he finally look at her.
“I’m on better terms with him,” he nods to the balcony, “than with my best friend.”
She brings a hand up to rub his back, balancing the plate on her lap. “Minion… is quite protective of you.”
“You’ve no idea. I fear I’ve kept this from him for too long for him to take it easy.”
“He’ll come around. You two are the closest friends I’ve ever known.”
He smiles ruefully at this.
She runs her hand down his back once more. He’s so slim she can feel the ridges of his spin. Is that normal? “Here. Eat something,” she offers the plate.
He takes the plate but keeps it where their thighs are touching. “Eat with me.”
“Anything you need.”
“We need. You haven’t had anything to eat since last afternoon? If you hadn’t already had dinner. I saw your news report before coming to look for you.”
“Oh?” She chuckles. “And how did you find me?”
He turns purple. “I may… have a few brain bots around the city to alert me of your wear-a-boots.”
She shakes her head, but can’t find an atom in her to feel creeped out. As long as they were in this together, it felt like nothing could tear them apart.
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Troubled History (Part 1)
Title: Troubled History (Part 1) Paring : Bucky x Reader Summary: You are a former Shield agent, after Shield was exposed you went underground and took some time for yourself. But now that the Winter Solider has woken up in Wakanda you are requested to watch over him and help him recover. word count: 2,398 warnings: none A/N : Should I turn this into a series? Would anyone like to read more? Also this is a crap title, anyone have any suggestions?
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You wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Standing up you put your hands on your hips and admired the newly planted flowers in your garden. You let out a satisfied sigh and took off your gardening gloves and adjusted your sun hat. Today was a beautiful day and you thought it was a great time to add some new plants to your garden. The temperature was perfect, it was a low sixty degrees and the wind was just right giving you the perfect amount of coolness without making you too cold. It was the beginning of the summer and the temperature was finally getting warmer, you were so sick of the cold and the snow. Stepping back to look at your work you chuckled to yourself as you picked up the empty watering can. This new life of yours was turning out better than you thought it would. As a former Shield agent it wasn’t easy after it was exposed to be an ugly front for Hydra. This whole time you had been working for that disgusting organization and every time you thought about it, it made you sick. When the documents were released online, and the whole world knew who you were, it got ugly. Those months after were rough for you, especially since you had no were to go. Then came the Accords, you didn’t want anything to do with that, you didn’t want to take sides so you didn’t. You let them hash it out like adults. You stayed off the radar until things cooled off. Fleeing the scene you tried to start over, since you didn’t have anything to go back to you tired to make things work. And man was it hard at first. You tried to create a new person, new name, you tried to lie. But for some reason it never worked even thought thats what you did for a living, you lied. You you took some steps back, you tried something nice and simple. You tried being yourself. But that was harder than you thought because you didn’t really know who you were since you would show other people what they wanted to see, the alias, the lies. You took a trip of self discovery if one should call it that. You made a mental note of things that you liked and things you didn’t. At first it was small things like, you liked the color blue over the color red. You didn’t like crowed places, they made you feel uncomfortable. And you didn’t like loud sounds or big cities. Then you started to get more in depth like you preferred waking up at noon than at nine everyday or you liked thick cut bacon to thin cut bacon. Or you didn’t like spicy foods, for it hurt your stomach. These things for you were important to because you needed to find out who you were before anyone else could. You lived by yourself, you have always lived alone for as long as you can remember. You never minded it really since there was no one to really miss. Although sometimes something would happen in your day and you were dying to tell someone but all there was, was an empty apartment. You bought your apartment with some extra money you had thrown into savings. You bought a flat for yourself that was a bit out of town, far enough away that you couldn’t hear the loud cars or the sirens. But not too far that you could pop back into society and be around people. It was a decent size, nothing fancy you preferred it that way. You specifically picked it because of the garden that was off your porch. When you were on your little path of discovery you found out that you loved plants and flowers. You took a liking to them and filled your garden and your house up with different types of herbs and flowers. For some reason adjusting to civilian life was easier than you thought. Although you haven’t done the whole “friends” thing yet. You don’t usually talk to people and you keep to yourself. That was another thing you had to deal with. One day at a time though. Although you still had your training, and that was something you couldn’t just shut off. If you accidentally dropped something your quick reflexes would grab it before it would hit the ground. You would also be on high alert to what was around you, taking in every smell and sound. If something was off, you knew in a split second. So maybe having friends wasn’t the best idea at the moment, it may not be for a while. No one would really understand. Walking back into to the porch you threw your gloves on the table and you brushed the dirt off you before you walked inside. You opened the doors and slipped off your shoes before entering the house. Oh, that was another thing, you didn’t like to track dirt in from outside so you always took off your shoes. You cleaned yourself off but still felt gross so you took a shower. The warm water felt good on your skin and it trickled down your legs. The steam opened up your pores and you washed your body with a wide varieties of body washes and soaps. You loved things that spelled sweet so your bathroom was decorated with all sorts of lotions and shampoos. You took the wash cloth and washed yourself finding some dirt had gotten though your overalls. You moved down your stomach and washed your scars carefully. You had scars covering your back and parts of your stomach. You hated them at first, they were a collection from over the years. But each had their own story. The big gash on your stomach is when you were taken hostage on a rescue mission gone wrong. You had another on your back that looped around your side that was caused by a horrible car chase that put you in the hospital for weeks. You looked down at yourself and smiled, you felt like a flower. Flowers have all sorts of lines and colors on them, the white scars that littered your body were a decoration on you. Running your hands down your stomach you touched the three bullet scars that peirseded your skin. There were three, when you looked at them, they looked like they would form into a lop sided triangle. These scars you hated, you were shot three time in the same day. You remembered that day, although you wished you could forget it. You should have died but you didn’t, instead you were gifted with these lovely reminders that you failed and that it was all the Winter Soldiers fault. Your smiled faded as you found yourself trying to shake that memory out of your head. You turned off the water and stepped out in a towel. You didn’t want to ruin this day with the memory of that man. You got dressed and made dinner that night. Then you stayed up way to late reading a book which you would always lose track of time, but that never bothered you. The next day was very sunny and very hot. You decided that it would be wise not to go work outside because you didn’t want to sweat that much. You took a trip into town and thought it would be a good idea to visit your favorite coffee shop. You didn’t like coffee, it was too bitter for your liking although you liked the smell. You loved tea though, you even grow your own tea leaves in your garden. You popped in and the lady in the front knew you, you were one of her regulars. When you ordered you talked about her son and how well the shop is doing. When you got your iced tea she threw in a biscuit for free and you sat out in the front of the shop at a table by yourself. Taking a deep breath in you took in everything around you. Another beautiful day, there were kids laughing people walking around shopping and it was bliss to you. Suddenly your felt your purse buzz as you reached into it and grabbed your phone. You looked at the screen, the caller ID read “unknown” but you answered it as you got a gut feeling telling you to do so. “Hello Y/L/N” said the voice on the other end. Fury. You knew that voice anywhere. You smiled and adjusted in your seat sipping the straw in your tea. “Hello Fury. What can I do for you?” “We need to talk” “Well what do you call us doing right now?” “We need to talk in person” You paused for a moment. You didn’t know what this meant but you hopped you would be getting roped into something bad again. “Alright when and where?” you asked. “Does that coffee shop sell a good dark roast?” Damn it. He was here. You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked around and saw Fury leaning against a building watching you from afar. You lowered your sunglasses down to the bridge of your nose and set your phone down. He walked across the road and reached your table. You held out your hand and you shook hands with your former boss. You had always liked Fury, he was always kind to you. He was the one who recruited you and he personally put in a request for you to join Shield. He was tough on you but he cared a lot for you and knew you were a good agent. You hadn’t seen him for a few years, not since the accords. You spoke to him briefly and expressed you concerns which he respected. But since then nothing, you hadn’t talked to anything from your former life since then. “So boss, what brings you here?” you asked as he sat in the chair across from you. “You arn’t even going to ask how I found you or how I got your number?” “At this point i am not surprised anymore.” He let out a small chuckle but his smile disappeared as he leaned in. Un-Oh, you knew that look. He was going to ask you a question that you weren’t going to like. “Y/N” he began. “I have a job for you to do” You swallowed and looked up at him. “Alright, what kind of job are we talking about?” He just looked at you for a moment. His silence was making it worse for you. “You know Barnes was put on ice right?” Oh lord. Bucky Barnes. That was the last person you wanted to hear about right now. “Yea, I heard about that. He was put under so that he wouldn’t hurt people.” “He is going to he woken up soon. And we need someone to watch over him” “No” you quickly answered. You knew what he was asking you. You didn’t want to think about that man, you didn’t want to talk about that man and you sure as hell didn’t want to babysit that man. “Y/N” “No. Fury. My answer is no. You know how I feel about this” “I understand that. But what you need to understand is that I think it will do you good to see him. It will help you get better. I know what happened to you, but you need to trust me on this. Plus I needed someone I trust to be at his side”. You looked away from him. You didn’t want to be having this conversation right now. “I think it will do you some good” he repeated this time with a softer tone. “Why me? Why can’t you get someone else to do this? Anyone else would be better than me! Fury, I can’t do that!” You were beginning to lose control of your emotions and your bullet scars felt like they were on fire under your shirt. You took some breaths and calmed down. “You know how I feel about this” you stressed again almost in a whisper. “I know.” he replies. You sighed and looked back at him. “I…I will think about it.” you said looking back up at his face. He nodded and you were both silent for a minute when he pulled a folder out and laid it down in front of you. You looked at the manila folder staring back at you. The big red letters read “Highly classified” were off colored showing how old it was. It had worn edges and some papers were sticking out from the sides. You knew that when you opened it, you weren’t going to like what you saw. “I will stay in touch. Contact me by the end of this week. We will discuss more of this later.” You nodded as he rose from the table and looked at you one more time. You gave him a fake smile which he could see though. He pushed in his chair and you saw him walk away disappearing though the passing crowd. Your skin felt hot as you turned your attention back to the folder. After a couple minutes you stood up, your tea in one hand and the folder in the other. You didn’t sleep that night. You lied there awake. You really didn’t know what you were thinking, you just kept replaying the conversation you had with Fury over and over again. “He is going to he woken up soon. And we need someone to watch over him” thats the sentence that you kept hearing. Fury knows what happened to you and he still had to nerve to ask you to supervise him. You felt angry for that, and to be honest a bit scared. You raised your head and looked at the folder that was sitting there on your night stand where you had thrown it earlier that day. You bit your lip. You couldn’t do this, you didn’t want to do this. But for some reason you felt a wanting to help. Your mind was thinking to fast and you sat up and shook your head. You finally took a deep breath and you turned on your lamp and opened the folder.
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title: Blossoming pairing: hikaru/kariya, slight hiromido but thats not the focus summary: Kariya just wanted to get some flowers for his dad- how hard could that be? {flower shop/high school au}
"Why does Ryuuji like flowers so much?"
It's a question that had been on his mind for a long time, only coming into light recently. Kariya had known that father of his had a thing for plant life. He would tend to flowers, had a small assortment in the backyard, and even had their home filled with vases of them. These indoor ones were interesting, unusual, flowers that hardly lasted but were always eye-catching.
They were pink flowers, oddly enough they formed the shape of heart. There was some droplet like thing hanging from the center of the flowers. They had been placed on the center of the dining table, remaining in a pretty blue and white vase. He heard the name being uttered before, but couldn't recall it.
(He knew Hiroto had asked, he always does whenever Midorikawa returns home with a brand new flower to gush about. The name was heard, but it didn't register, he hardly kept track of all the various names and flowers. In his short years living with them, he'd seen more than enough of these plants.)
"Why are you asking now?" Hiroto raises a brow over to the younger. If he was going to ask this question, he would have thought he'd done so a month or two into the adoption.
"Uhh...just curious?" He shrugs. It's a truthful question, partially. He was curious and also had something in mind for a gift.
"Well, I can give you the long story or the short one."
"Short, please. I don't want to hear it becoming gross if it involves you both." The younger sticks his tongue out slightly as he recalls the last story he heard when he had made the mistake of agreeing to hear the long version. It became more of an over exaggerated love story that was done purposefully to get on the teenager's nerves.
Hiroto chuckles in response. "Short it is." He walks over to the boy, standing beside him. "When we were younger and still in the orphanage, there was a garden behind our father's house. Ryuuji would always sneak off to it, tending to them, giving them life when no one else would. He said that he found it calming. Flowers would never judge him and he was happy with that. I believe he once compared them to a journal."
"A journal?"
"Yes. Rather than writing down everything, he spoke to them. I guess it helped him before our destines crossed paths an-"
"You're starting to be gross."
Kariya shoots a glare at his grinning parent. He just had to throw in a comment like that, start saying something mushy along those lines, hadn't he? And he had to look so pleased with himself for doing so.
"Does that satisfy your curiosity, Masaki?"
"Mmm...yeah..." Fingers tap against the wooden table and another question comes to mind. "Wait, uh..." Now, how can he ask this one without seeming like he cares too much? Or seem overly interested. "Did he...ever give you, like, a special flower or something?"
"No, that's too gross."
Kariya makes an annoyed groan in response. God he should have known he'd do that.
"I'm joking. He did." Hiroto wears a fond smile, eyes looking distant for a moment as he recalls a fond memory. Kariya can only stare at that rare, soft look his father makes. "It was a beautiful one. I believe it was called..."
~...~
"A moonflower. What kind of stupid name is that?" It was terribly unoriginal and Hiroto, being the father not invested in flowers, couldn't give another name for it. Sure, he could ask Midorikawa but that would give away too much information, hint at what he was planning. Or maybe he'd be a little too thrilled to have his kid being interested in flowers and shower him in floral books. It didn't matter, he had a name and didn't need to directly ask Midorikawa for it.
Kariya lets out a sigh, pushing his hands deeper into his sweater's pockets while walking through the cold streets. He shoves his face into his scarf, trying to retain some warmth on this chilly day. Eyes look ahead, gaze around to make sure he's going in the right direction. He had heard some flower shop was past the river bank, but couldn't find exactly where. Currently, he was relying on some old man's directions. Whether they were right or not, he'd be finding out soon...hopefully.
As he begins to cross the street, he can spot bright colors poking out around the corner, at the end of the block. When he squints, he can make out a familiar form swaying in the wind. A smile forms underneath his scarf. He found it.
He begins to pick up the pace, walk just a little bit faster. He totally found this place on his own (alright, that old man helped to and he mentally thanked him) and now he could buy some damn moonflowers and surprise the hell out of Midorikawa.
The teenager stops at the entrance of the shop. There are flowers literally everywhere and he's not sure what else to expect from a flower shop. He glances upward, even finding the name surrounded in flowers. Dark Bloomings. Weird name, he thinks, since this place was too colorful to even be called dark. (Maybe it was a family name or something, he didn't care much.)
His gaze lowers once more to get a better look at the store. There were some planted in pots and kept outside, a stand to hold some others, stack up and show off more flowers that they had to offer. Behind the outdoor display, as he looks beyond the window, there were even more trying to be peak through, trying to give passerbys a look at just how many more were inside. Peaking inside, it was no different. Flowers were on stands, tables, behind glass doors (they had to be refrigerated or whatever, right?), set on the ground and even some were hanging from the ceiling.
There are a lot of flowers and its almost overwhelming. But, he has a goal in mind as he begins to step inside. Golden eyes try to search for that specific flower. He'd prefer to find it on his own rather than ask for it. But, sadly, it doesn't seem to be on one of these displays near the door.
(He's very grateful that Hiroto still had a picture of the flower. If he hadn't shown it to him, he really wouldn't know what to be looking for. Although, the picture could have been shown without him adding a few gross comments.)
Kariya looks over the displays before him again and sighs. Still nothing, so he needs to delve further into this flower garden of a shop (maybe he should just bring Midorikawa here instead as a gift). It's an oddly quiet shop. There's some music, but very faint, other than that it's really only the sound of his footsteps and the fan. He wonders if anyone is even running the register here.
He stops in front of a couple of displays. They don't look like what he's after, but they're pretty. One of them reminds him of his mother, biological mother. He had seen her with these before- what were they called again? Azaleas? He remembers his mother holding some, giving him one to hold. Maybe he should take one to.
The memory leaves a weird feeling in his gut. He shuts his eyes for a moment, shakes his head. He missed her, but didn't need to think about her right now. His eyes open when something- someone comes colliding into him and nearly makes him fall forward into the displays. But, he's quick enough to catch himself, even if it means stomping on the ground to do so.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Ahhh! I'm so, so sorry!"
Kariya had instantly turned and glared at whoever the hell had just bumped into him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with some klutz. It didn't help he hadn't even heard this guy walking to him either.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" The purple haired stranger keeps his head low, worry too apparent on his face, making him look pathetically cute. Actually, he just looked cute. Maybe it was those dark eyes of his or the fact that he looked ready to grab a bandage if he said he was hurt. It's so tempting to say yes, cause a scene just to see what he'd do.
"I'm fine," Kariya responds, shrugging it off. "Not hurt or anything."
"Really? Phew, that's great." The other boy is relieved. He smiles and, hell, it's a cute one. Was this boy just cute? He hated thinking that. "Oh, um, I didn't ruin your experience here, did I?"
"...Huh?" Kariya gives the other a confused look.
"I mean, you know..." He pauses, scratching his cheek. Why'd he look all nervous? "I don't want this to be a bad experience for you. Being here, I mean."
"Hmph. It's not. You're really worrying to much over this. It's not like you work here or anything." Didn't look that way. Didn't florists usually have aprons on or something? A name tag to. This kid looked like he had just got out of some private school. That uniform he was wearing looked very familiar. He swears that he's seen that fancy green uniform somewhere before.
"A-Actually..."
"You don't have to apologize again," he cuts him off and smirks. "Not unless if you wanna get down to your knees and beg me for forgiveness."
There's a silence between the two after he said that. He couldn't help uttering something like that to mess with him. Kariya is about to resume what he'd been doing before until he notices that look on his face. How this other kid actually looks as if he's contemplating listening to him. He's not really...is he? No, no. He'd been joking and yet...The other begins to bend his knees, slowly lowering himself-
"I was kidding!" Kariya shouts. Thankfully, that stops the other boy.
"But...I thought that's what you wanted?"
"No, I-" He holds back a groan and just puts a hand to his face, shaking his head. He would have enjoyed seeing something stupid like this a couple years ago, but he didn't want this cute guy humiliating himself that much over something so trivial. "It's fine, okay? Just, uh...continue picking out your flowers."
"Picking out flowers?"
Kariya points to a basket on the ground, presumably his. He was the only other person here shopping for flowers, it had to be his.
"Yeah. Anyway, you're forgiven so don't worry about it anymore," he mutters as he takes a step back. Although, in doing so, his foot ends up hitting a pot and causes him to loose his footing. He utters a curse under his breath because he knows everything in here is delicate and is about to break something, it'll all be his fault for trying to walk away and play it cool. He feels himself beginning to fall back and then, suddenly, he's pulled forward. Not falling anymore. He hears the pot spin, slowly coming to a stop.
Then, he looks forward to see his hands are caught by the stranger's. How the other had managed to grab onto them and pull him up with just the right amount of strength to not send him tumbling forward, he'd never know. But, they were standing closer than before and he realized that smaller and rather warm hands were holding onto his.
His cheeks were heating up and he could feel it. And when he notices the other boy's cheeks doing the same, things begin to feel weird. He can't stay here. Kariya pulls his hands away, carefully taking a step back now to avoid doing that again.
"Are you oka-"
"I'm fine!"
Kariya shouts before he turns and runs out the door. God, he felt so embarrassed. This cute kid had not only been fairly kind to him, he had also saved his ass from making a scene and paying who knows how much money (that he didn't have) to this shop. He makes sure to keep his feet moving, just trying to get away from that shop. He doesn't even know why he's so embarrassed over this. It's dumb. He's dumb. That boy is dumb but god was he really cute.
Maybe he's dumber (that sounds dumb, but stupider didn't sound any better) because he forgot to ask for the flowers.
(And that boy's name to.)
~...~
He has nothing to be worried about. He's not going to run into that boy again. That cute guy was only shopping there so he's probably home or taking extra lessons at that fancy school he attends (when he had gone home, it hit him that those were Teikoku's clothes and, boy, did he really mess up in front of someone coming from that school). So, he should have no problem heading back into this flower shop. He wouldn't make a fool of himself again or have to deal with him, again.
It was a little disappointing, but he refused to acknowledge his own feelings. He had to be focused on the matter at hand. Kariya still had a few days left to get Midorikawa his gift and he needed to get these flowers, today. When he steps into the flower shop again, he's tense, trying to be even more aware of his surroundings. Who knows, maybe another shopper is going to bump into him today. But, he's worrying over nothing. It's quiet like yesterday, no one is around in the shop.
So, he looks around with ease, but can't find what he's looking for. There's no goddamn moonflower here and if there is one, he can't spot it. Maybe it's in the back or hiding amongst others. Either way, it leaves him having to ask someone for help.
"Oi!" He calls out as he steps up to the counter, resting an elbow there, and leaning on it. "Anyone here?"
"Yes! Just a moment!"
Kariya freezes immediately upon hearing that voice. He had to be imagining things, right? Maybe it just sounded familiar or he was tricking himself into believing it was his voice. It's only when he finally shows himself that he's able to confirm that it is the same kid from yesterday.
"Sorr for the wait!" The (cute) employee says with a warm smile, a couple of leaves stuck to his hair, a pot in his arms thats placed onto the counter. "I can help you with- hey!" He gasps. "You're back again!"
Kariya can feel himself wanting to just curl up and roll out of here. He never expected to run into him again, especially not a day after they had met!
"Y-Yeah, it's me," he said as he cleared his throat, standing up straight, fixing his posture. God he felt like a fool for becoming so aware of how he held himself right now.
"Why'd you come back?" The boy asks. "Oh! You were looking to buy something and didn't yesterday, huh?"
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," he mutters, already beginning to feel heat in his cheeks. Today, he decides to get another look at him, notices he's not wearing his uniform, but some white long sleeved shirt with a dark green apron over it. And there was his name tag, sticking to the apron, reading,
"Hikaru Kageyama?"
"That's my name! How'd you- Oh!" He chuckles, smiles, looks embarrassed as he scratches the back of his head. "I forgot I had that on me today.
"That means...you forgot to wear it yesterday, eh?"
"I did. I sort of rushed to help out here so I didn't have time to change. But, um," he seems to panic for a moment before straightening himself. "Anyway, how can I help you today, sir?"
Ew. Being called sir felt funky. It's not like he was older than him either (didn't look like it plus that was the high school uniform- maybe they were in the same year). "Masaki Kariya." He doesn't know why he bothers giving out his full name, not that it really matters. "Not sir, okay? I just wanted to know if you have any, uhh, moonflowers here? I couldn't find any so..."
Hikaru frowns and he immediately takes that as a bad sign. "No, they aren't in season. They don't do well in the cold, so we don't have any right now. You could always go and get some fake ones, but I don't recommend it. I mean- I think you should buy our flowers here!"
(It was totally cute seeing how novice he was at this. He really just wanted to help him out, get the flowers he wanted.)
"Even if you don't have them right now?" He asks playfully.
"Uhh...you can come back in spring and buy them?"
"I wish." Kariya lets out a sigh, his head tipping down a bit. Now, how was he going to get Midorikawa those flowers? He felt stupid for not asking or at least looking into them a bit more. He thought they'd be like roses or tulips, ones that you could find anywhere, anytime. "I sorta need'em for this week..."
"Is it...for someone special?" Hikaru asks, innocently curious.
"Sorta. My...dad." That still felt weird to say to. He liked it, liked being able to say he had parents. It was just always weird verbally confirming it.
"Aww, I'm really sorry we don't have them right now...Wait!" Hikaru perks up before darting to the back, leaving Kariya at the counter. He hears something moving and tries to peer over to see what the other is doing. Eventually, the boy returns with a pot full of flowers. He puts them right by Kariya on the counter.
"Here! These aren't moonflowers, but they look sort of like them? I think I'm supposed to tell you that they are moonflowers, but..." He had failed to do that. "Well, you can tell your dad that they're temporary until you can get the actual ones?"
As much as he wants to accept them and fool Midorikawa with these, he highly doubts that it'd work. He's the flower nerd of this family and would probably spot the difference before he even walks through the door. Probably didn't even have to look at them either, bet he could probably tell by their scent to. But, the way Hikaru is smiling and had gone and tried to get him something close to what he needed...he couldn't say no.
"Guess they'll do. Um, thanks for the help," he said as he puts a hand on the pot. "How much will these cost?"
"Umm..." Hikaru pauses for a moment, scratching at his head (and making one of those leaves fall out). "They're...on the house!"
"They're- wait, what?"
"You can have them! Just...don't tell my parents." He says that quickly and quietly. "We didn't have the flowers you wanted so it should be okay for you to take these. I really hope your dad likes them."
Kariya stares, caught off guard by his act of kindness. What did he ever do to deserve this? It makes him feel a little guilty and that he should leave something here for him, but what? He could try paying for them but doubts that'll do much.
"You sure it's okay? I don't want you to get in trouble or anything."
"It's okay, really! I'll just say I had to toss them or that I broke the pot," he replies with a nervous laugh. God, he really wanted to do something for him.
"I'll pay you back," Kariya states. Now, it's Hikaru's turn to look surprised.
"It's oka-"
"I want to." He nearly shouts and feels embarrassed for doing so. He didn't mean to be so forward and hides his flustered face behind the flowers given to him. "I'll...be back. I promise. And I promise I'll bring you something to, Hikaru."
Hikaru smiles and it's a little different from before. It's warmer, radiant, not one trying to smile for the customer. Maybe he's just as excited to see him again as he is. (God he hopes so.)
"I look forward to it, Masaki."
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bucketogrubsarchive · 4 years
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"Route" + KIMMMMMM
You wandered into a little bit rough part of the downtown area of this planet. You haven’t explored this area before. You wandered into a store that somehow had large amount of fabrics in rows and other sewing supplies. You wandered down the long winding street until you caught the eyes of a few cerulean bloods who were going to jump you. Having looked past your shoulder you made a run for it only when you run a sharp corner crashing into someone. Causing you both to fall to the ground with a hard thud. 
“  ¥Ouch! What the hell!  ¥”
Still a little dizzy yourself, you realize you had a paper bag over your head lifting it up slightly to see several groceries and now busted what appear to be vsh tape on the ground. As your eyes travel upwards to see a light grey spotted hand reaching out to you. Attached to the hand was what looked like to you a bronze blood with very long horns resembling a bunny’s covered in dark and light grey spots. 
“ ¥ Are you alright? Here let me help you up ¥” 
The cerulean gang were still coming around the corner trying to find you, threatening to beat your ass. If you stay, its likely to go after the nice girl if you don’t do something and fast.
What should you do?
Choices:
‘ Grab her hand and dragged her into your mess.’
‘ Push the bunny girl up  against a wall of a building and pretend to make out to hide.”
“Grab her and dragged her into your mess.”
There’s no time, its time for you to run now! You grabbed the troll’s hand and booket to the nearest what you could tell as a subway. The bronze nearly tripped while running with your equally short legs self. You are not sure where this train would take you. But the bronze noticed the situation almost upon you. Quickly she dragged you onto the train right when the doors closed behind you. Breathing hard as she looked around to see they were alone in the car. Then her eyes looked at you.
’ ¥ Huh, and I thought I have a weird looks…So much for a quiet night at home right? ¥”
After settling down in your seats you both talked for a while getting to know each other. Hearing even her own caste see her as something that has a strange disease when in actuality it’s harmless. As well her name was Kimaoi Midira, a underground fashion designer and clothes maker.   When you both got off the train, and leave the station. The bronze noticed there’s a karaoke building near by.
“  ¥Hey since you’re kinda stuck with me for a while, I doubt those thugs would leave you alone. Wanna come with me to critteroke? Drinks on me and it’s a decent place to hide out in until the assholes lose interest in searching for you. ¥
Though when you two enter the building, a group of teals and their dates brush past you two. Whispering loudly while the bronze gets the room and snacks ready. 
Teal having his arm around a gold blood : Holy shizs, isn’t that the bunny horn slut Nincoc pailed sweeps ago?
The second teal: I heard she went psycho on his ass and he had to throw her out of his hive after a small while they were in a red quadrant. He left her because she was pailing several other highbloods in his hive!
Teal with gold: Nah, I heard she’s really loose, Nincoc treated her like a empress only to show her true colors after they pailed a few times, thats what happens you quadrant a mutant, they’re all messed up in the think pan.
Second teal: I don’t know.. maybe if we paid her we could have some fun with her tonight.
These guys were talking not too nice things about your girl! But she seems so nice, and sweet. Who the fuck are these guys think they are smearing her name around making her sound like a bad person.  You wanted to make these bastards pay, really yell at them for talking bad about your new potential friend, but you don’t want to cause a scene.
What should you do
Choices:
You Tell Kimaoi you found a room
March up to the jackasses and give them a piece of your mind.
You Tell Kimaoi you found a room.
¥  What really? Awseome! I’ll tell the employee where our room is and we can get rocking! ¥
When she was going to your side, Kimaoi over hears the teals bullshit talk about her. She stayed quiet as she gripped your hand. Right time to make your escape to get to the room. You can’t let these assholes get to your friend and you lead Kimaoi to a random room. Pulling her into a tight hug, it’s not your place or the right time to bring up things from the past. Kimaoi pulling away for a moment cleaning away some bronze tears.
¥  Thank you, normally guys who want to hang out with me ,would start demanding questions about what those assholes had said or want to see if I am slut which I am not..Let’s just say they’re friends of my former ex matesprite…Let’s just say the ex wasn’t that nice to me. And when we broke up, his friends started to spread rumors about me. I never cheat or will do that to my quadrants…It really messed me up.. ¥
Kimaoi looks like she’s fighting back tears and her body shaking, before taking a deep breath and wiping away her tears. Giving you a warm smile.
¥  But, I’m okay! Really I am.. Now let’s get this party started! ¥
Both of you sung through out the night both good and badly to any song on shuffle. Drinking and laughing with each other.  Even at one point dancing on the room’s coffee table to the sound of what sounded like Whitney Houston? Small world you never thought 80s pop would be a thing on this planet. Winning the heart of a friend in need.
DANCING QUEENS!
GOOD ENDING.
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‘ Push the girl up  against a wall of a building and pretend to make out to hide.”
You grabbed the spotted bronze’s hand and shoved her up against the building near you both.
¥  Get off! Wha-¥”
Before she could say anything, you loom over her. Your lips barely touching hers making you both very nervous about this situation. As the group ran past you both. One of them nudged you into the girl causing you both to kiss. Wow! Your first ever kiss with an alien! Not just any alien but a  cute mutant! Will this lead to romantic shenanigans and eventually friendship at the very long sparkling rainbow.  Just like in those japanese cartoon shows you’ve seen. 
Nope, when you broke the kiss, immeadly the bronze smacked you in the face and then  knead your in the junk. You fell to the ground in pain as the bronze frowned with her arms crossed staring daggers at you.
¥ What the fuck! Just because I’m the worst combination the caverns had spit out of, doesn’t mean I’m some loose nook to be toyed with! Get lost creep!¥
The bronze turned around in a huff as she stormed off down another direction. From your lonely ass, dang it. You lost an interesting looking friendship. 
“ It worked for in movies, does not apply to real life situations, don’t be a creep.!”
Game Over!
March up to the jackasses and give them a piece of your mind.
You marched up to the teals, and started to yell at them for calling your friend a slut. Saying she isn’t going to be pailing or whatever the word is for having sex in the critteroke room rather loudly for other patrons to hear including your friend! The teals started to laugh in your face before looking over at the now clearly embarrassed Kimaoi. And started to cat call her new names in the book. What is a nook licker? When they left, Kimaoi was fully bright bronze color in the face. When you asked where the room. 
¥ Yeah..Actually…I’m going to head home..I’ve already ordered the drinks for you…Have fun okay?…And please don’t follow me…I ..I don’t feel like singing tonight.. ¥
And with that, Kimaoi stormed off out of the building. Looking furious as she disappear from sight. Leaving you to sing the motel heartbreak blues of loosing a friendship.
“ HEARTBREAK HOTEL BLUES!”
GAME OVER
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daylighteclipsed · 7 years
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Have you ever imagined a Trollhunters/Star Wars au? Like if Jim, Toby, Claire and everyone else was set in the Star Wars universe?
Oh yeah. Especially because of the similarities between the two universes, the most obvious being that both Jedi and Trollhunters are Knights.
Then there’s of course how magic crystals power both the swords/weapons of Trollhunters and the lightsabers in Star Wars. The general color symbolism of blue being the Light and red being the Dark. Trollhunter ideology being similar to Jedi ideology: distance yourself from others, duty comes first, use your power for defense and protection only. The only real differences being that Trollhunters encourage fear because it keeps you alive, whereas traditional Jedi condemn it, and that Jedi do not support killing whereas traditional Trollhunters believe finishing the fight is pretty much always necessary…Though thats only again because of their insistence on protecting, on defense. Trollhunters don’t support (what they see as) unnecessary offense, destruction, and death, which is why they’re against the use of Eclipse and Jim’s decision to open the bridge again. Eclipse is unorthodox, associated with evil and “the bad guys”, its power literally being drawn from parts of Gunmar, and based off of the book it might also be capable of corrupting the user if said user’s not careful, not unlike the Dark Side in Star Wars. The difference being the Dark Side, and its users, are additionally powered by passion and emotion, whereas we don’t know how Eclipse works yet. But Jim is pushed to use Eclipse only when his emotions, especially his fear for his friends’ lives, gets the best of him, which the Jedi say is the path to the Dark Side, so…so far the two powers look pretty similar.
But I only have somewhat of an idea of how an au like this would go. Jim would be a Jedi Knight in training, a padawan, obviously, but he’d end up a Gray Knight, using both the Light and the Dark, because that’s pretty much what I foresee happening in the show, given the cliffhanger of s1. I kinda want Toby and Claire to become Jedi in training too, because they’re pretty much Knights in training in canon alongside Jim, but I don’t know…how that would work exactly…if we consider Daylight to be the Light Side of the Force and Eclipse to be the Dark Side of the Force per se….
But I kinda want them to have lightsabers too cause lightsabers are damn cool ok every space knight deserves a magic energy sword/staff/weapon. I see this being a situation like in the Original trilogy and Sequels, where there aren’t many Jedi left so there is no training temple and they don’t start training at a young age, like its not very traditional. Jim would still start training at 15 after the lightsaber calls to him. Toby would either be not force-sensitive or just force-sensitive enough to eventually use it and be a Jedi. Maybe he’d be a late bloomer like in canon. Claire, like in canon, would become a warrior to rescue/avenge her brother. If she’s force-sensitive at all, I see her being more adept than Toby but less than Jim, since combat and the Shadow Staff come fairly easy to her in canon but neither Claire or Toby are as powerful as Jim. Toby and Jim would still be childhood best friends. I don’t remember if its canon in the show or if its just the book or if its neither and I’m misremembering, but Claire’s parents would be fairly wealthy local government diplomats, and she’d run away from home (without them even noticing because they’re always away or busy with work) after her brother’s taken to become a warrior to save him.
Draal would probably be someone who always wished he was force-sensitive because his dad was a famous Jedi Knight and Master, but just isn’t. And you could have that one scene from the show where Jim lets a very hesitant Draal hold Daylight happen in this au with Jim’s blue lightsaber because Jedi aren’t really supposed to let non-Jedi hold their sacred weapons either but Jim doesn’t care much about tradition and Draal still sees his dad’s reflection in the light and freaks out and drops it. Even better if Jim’s lightsaber literally belonged to Kanjigar before he passed, like in canon.
Aaaarrrggghhhh would pretty much be what he already is: a warrior turned preferable pacifist and partner of Blinky after abandoning the GummGumm (the Sith) in favor of the Republic/Resistance/Rebellion/Jedi/the “good guys”/etc. NotEnrique would also be a traitor to the Sith. And Strickler I guess too since he sorta leaves Gunmar’s side by the end of the season. Though he and most other changelings seem to have their own rebellion planned, a third party of sorts, until Strickler’s kicked out of that too. Unlike NotEnrique though, Strickler would masquerade as one of the good guys at first, a spy, like in canon.
Blinky would be the mentor figure. I have a hard time picturing him as a Jedi, because he prefers to stay out of the action in canon, but I guess he’d have to be in order to train Jim and possibly Toby and Claire…I guess Blinky could be a Jedi with a green lightsaber, preferring diplomat over combat.
And then Barbara would still be a doctor, just in space. I know there are med-droids but there’s probably living creatures in the Star Wars medical field too, right?
Also the past Trollhunters could still show up to Jim and counsel him like they do in canon, just as force ghosts not spirits in the Void. Though the two really aren’t that different.
But yeah that’s my concept of sorts for this au. What are your thoughts, anon? Have you imagined a Trollhunters/Star Wars au?
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franruto · 7 years
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sasuke + the mountain goats songs
if this read more doesnt work on mobile im so sorry
so i was thinking about how many tmg songs could be applied to sasuke and i decided to make a list. tmg has an absurd number of songs and im doing this just from my fave albuns + a quick check so this list very probably isnt even complete. also, some of these songs are more sns than just sasuke but o well. if u have suggestions to add lmk
- no children: this might be the most sasuke song ever made. im going to put just the last part here but please listen to the whole song
I am drowning, there is no sign of land You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die
- autoclave: i lov this one and all of it is sasuke too so listen to the whole thing
When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn And there's no light anymore and nothing left to burn I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home
- heel turn 2:
Get stomped like a snake Lie down in the dirt Cling to my convictions Even when I get hurt
(...)
Spend too much of my life Now trying to play fair Throw my better self overboard Shoot at him when he comes up for air Come unhinged Get revenge (...) Let all the trash rain down From way up in the rafters I’m walking out of here in one piece Don’t care what comes after Drive the wedge Torch the bridge
- game shows touch our lives: gives me sad sns feelings
Shadows crawled across the living room's length I held onto you with a desperate strength With everything With everything in me And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing On which our survival depends People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends? Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon Everything's going to be okay soon Maybe tomorrow Maybe the next day 
- oceanographer’s choice: this is one so fucking sad, it makes me think about sasuke trying to break his bond with naruto 
I don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away Thought I'd finally beat the feeling back, it all came back today And then we fell down and we locked arms, we knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore Look at that, would you look at that? The way the ceiling starts to swerve What will I do when I don't have you? When I finally get what I deserve
- up the wolves: i really like this one for sasuke & i love john darnielle’s comment on it too so i’m going to include it here. “Part of me wants to say look it's about revenge, but as soon as I say that... no, that's not quite it. Part of me wants to say it's about the satisfaction of not needing revenge... and I say no, thats some new age stuff. I think it's a song about the moment in your quest for revenge when you learn to embrace the futility of it. The moment when you know that the thing you want is ridiculous and pompous and a terrible thing to want anyway. The direction in which you're headed is not the direction in which you want to go, yet you're going to head that way a while longer anyway cause that's just the kind of person you are.”
There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll always be a few things, maybe several things That you're going to find really difficult to forgive
(...)
I'm going to get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm going to bribe the officials, I'm going to kill all the judges It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage
- cry for judas: listen............
Some things you do just to see How bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost
(...)
Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave
- outer scorpion squadron: ok this is darnielle’s comment on it again and he says it better than i could: “This is a song (...) for people like me, who have a strong indwelling evidently permanent urge to damage themselves or cut themselves off prior to some accomplishment or arrival at a place of comfort and happiness. I didn't succeed in my goal to not bum everyone out, but... In short, this is a song about trauma, and surviving it”.
If you really want to conjure up a ghost Cultivate a space for the things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake out your position, let your armor fall Stay put 'till they find you, it won't take long at all Rake the sands until they surface Up they come, gone translucent They're coming up no matter what Fools rush in and the doors slam shut Ghosts of my childhood, stay with me, if you will Find a place where there's water, hold you under 'till you're still Rake the sands until they surface Don't let anybody call them ugly 
- the young thousands: ok this one makes me think of pre timeskip sasuke who continues to live in his parents house and also has a lot coming in his future
Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo And the sunlight on the water sets a switch off in your brain The things that you've got coming will consume you There's someone waiting out there in an alley with a chain The ghosts that haunt your building are prepared to take on substance And the dull pain that you live with isn't getting any duller There's a closet full of almost-pristine videotape Documenting sordid little scenes in living color (...) The things that you've got coming will do things that you're afraid to There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises The ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe They scan the hallways nightly vainly searching for a sign
- hebrews 11:40: this is one of my faves tmg lyrics. think sasuke w/ orochimaru period
Bright candles in the manor Where the curse takes hold Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl Make your own friends when the world's gone cold It gets dark and then I feel certain I am going to rise again If not by faith, then by the sword I'm going to be restored Build fires to keep the beacon flashing where the earth lies flat Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down, invent my own family if it comes to that Hold them close, hold them near Tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here
- deuteronomy 2:10: this one is esp relevant bc of The Last Uchiha stuff
Feel in my bones just what the future has in store
I pace in circles So the camera will see Look hard at my stripes There'll be no more after me
I have no fear of anyone I'm dumb and wild and free I am a flightless bird And there'll be no more after me
I sang all night The moon shone on me through the trees No brothers left And there'll be no more after me
- absolute lithops effect: i like to think of this one as sasuke healing
After one long season of waiting After one long season of wanting I am breaking open My insides are pink and raw And it hurts me when I move my jaw But I am taking tiny steps forward
After one blind season alone in here After one long, sweltering summer I'm going to find the exit And I will go to the house of a friend I know And I will let myself forget With a little water and a little bit of sunlight And a little bit of tender mercy, tender mercy
- rain in soho: i might just be indulging here because i listen to this song 10 times a day and its overall feel reminds me of sasuke
No promise sweeter than a blood pact Nothing harder to go through with than a vanishing act No morning colder than the first frost No friends closer than the ones we've lost Nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth Nothing harder than the gospel truth Though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice You can't cross the same river twice
(...)
No town more barren than our town No haven safer than the one they tore down No greater love than to lay my life down for a friend No sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end
ok so this is the moment where i give up because holy shit. some honorable mentions that im too lazy to go into detail (keep in mind some of those have just like one line that reminds me sasuke): this year, the house that dripped blood, old college try, choked out (i SWEAR no double meaning intended), prowl great cain, magpie, heretic pride, all up the seething coast
@yondaiime hello im tagging u here 
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michaelmilkers · 7 years
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things 2 read instead of killing stalking bc that Hell Comic just came on my dash again:
long exposure (supernatural gays)
tj and amal (roadtrip gays)
flowerpot (floral gays including wlw???? i hope *side-eyes eileen and petra*)
starfighter (space gays)
now for some specifics including trigger warnings And All That
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long exposure by smokeplanet on tumblr aka my life as we currently know it:
enemies to friends to lovers (yall can pry this trope from my cold dead heads)
tfw u get stuck w/ ur childhood bully on a science project and Shenanigans Ensue i.e. accidentally coming into contact with what might be radioactive waste, being left with some bitching new powers and also very gay feelings
diverse cast of characters (race, body types, etc) from different backgrounds (including a juggalo and i thank the lord every day) and bud. just,, bud. u will love bud.
trigger warnings: none that i can rly think of???? theres use of the f slur once but its censored if im remembering correctly, theres a single nsfw page but its like two panels and no bits r shown
at the time im posting this the latest update was the gayest one yet so get ur asses reading
bonus: the main characters have their own blogs ( @bitchell and @jonaslights )which you can interact with and as far as i can tell occasionally the things they post r hinting to future happenings so eye emoji
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the less than epic adventures of tj and amal by e.k. weaver aka My Life Is Different Now after reading this
amal calls off the wedding of him and his soon-to-be-bride bc He A Gay in front of his family to a very negative reaction. he needs to make it cross-country to his sister’s graduation but has basically lost his way there bc tensions with his family r high. in comes tj. shenanigans ensue.
interacial gay relationships can i get a Hell Yeah (chorus: hell yeah)
literally 500 pages of laughs and gay and sweet character development and gay
trigger warnings: amal’s homophobic family, heavy references to drugs, slight references to abuse, sex scenes !!!! all nsfw pages are marked however and arent plot-necessary theyre just a treat :3c
i need yall to read this i am literally a changed man
the ending will fucc u up
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flowerpot by leehama on tumblr aka love me some goddamn plants
in this universe there have been outbreaks of the fleurine virus, a disease that causes flowers to take root in the body. sometimes its relatively harmless (flowers growing from the scalp) but other times it can be deadly (flowers growing inside the ears or the wind pipe)
people with the fleurine virus r called flowerpots
super diverse cast wtf!!!!!!
as far as i can tell (im srsly hoping) its not just a m/m relationship. i mean thats the main one obv but a budding w/w background relationship is heavily implied and im Excite
what i love abt this is not only does it address disabilities (recovering flowerpots r sometimes left with disabilities when the flowers r removed) it addresses social discrimination and stigma that stems from misinformation and kinda reminds me of hiv/aids (idk if this was intentional but!!!!!!! addressing stigma surrounding diseases!!!!!!!!! CAN I GET A HELL YEAH)
trigger warnings: there are people who r anti-flowerpot who do things like put up shitty anti-flowerpot flyers which i know can remind people of irl bad things but yeah thats basically it
this is so cute?????????? it addresses things like disability and disease in a super cute way thats easy to understand also the characters r gr8
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starfighter by hamletmachine (not hosted on tumblr but the author is on tumblr under the same name) aka WOWEE IM GAY
this is like. the most yaoi-ish out of all of these comics but It Gets Better pls trust me
gays in space??? hell yeah???? 
ok so theyre like fighting this war and there r fighters and navigators and each fighter has to be paired up with a navigator and Yeah It Gets Gay
its not in color and all the characters have code names so its kind of hard to tell what race everyone is theyre all just light skin or dark skin but im gonna give it the benefit of the doubt
REALLY NSFW WOWEE
trigger warnings: its kind of abuse-y at the beginning but pls the art style and the characters has gone through so much development. i understand if u rly cant deal with things like that but if u think u can stick it out please do the payoff is worth it
again this comic is rly nsfw. like its not all sex but there is A Lot and there isnt rly any way to avoid it so like. this is what ur getting and if ur alright with that then go forth and read
also all of these except tj and amal r incomplete in case that wasnt clear
anyways YALL CAN SUPPORT INDEPENDENT AUTHORS AND LGBT FICTION WITHOUT BEING CREEPY FUCKS. you can EVEN HAVE SEX COMICS WITHOUT IT BEING ABT ABUSE AND RAPE (SHOCKING I KNOW) ur literally having ur cake and eating it too rn like???? cmon
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