#“you should cherish having 4 good friends” okay yeah well it was 5 real friends only a little while ago. i can be upset if i want

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"why does nishi act like that now" ive just come back from war

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Top 7 CN Shows That Would Work Better in Live Action than PPG

So I think everybody’s talked about why CW Powerpuff Girls doesn’t work, whether or not it’s a real thing or not? Who even knows. But while thinking about how this:

is kinda awful for Powerpuff Girls, I got thinking what shows that this style of a reboot would work for. In which it’s live action, the character is depressed and has sort of resentment towards their childhood now and that sort of thing. 

So what are the top 7 shows that I think this

Number 7:

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

At Number 7 we have Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Seems fitting that we’d start the list with another one of Craig McCracken’s biggest hits. Why do I think the premise of “Oh, life sucks now and I kinda wasted my childhood” would work for Foster’s? For the plain and simple fact that for a few episodes of the show, there was a focus on Mac growing up and whether or not he should leave his friends at Foster’s behind him. You could play a lot with that concept combined with the live action reboot thing. Maybe an older version of the character is dealing with whether or not to let go of both Bloo and the past and move on with his life. Frankie being a young adult during the time of the original show could also be a pretty instrumental character since it was a matter of living there, caring for the friends, having that job and balancing this life with the life that she had outside of the house.

Not quite a coming of age story but a sort of “Hey, my life has gone nowhere and where could I go with this now? Do I keep the friends I loved and cherished as a child or move onto other things? Is there a way to do both?”

Only thing I wouldn’t want though is CGI monstrosity friends. Those would be kinda the worst…

Number 6: 

Okay, let’s actually talk about a real superhero show this time around. Or would this count as a superhero show? Well, they certainly do a lot of cool time travelling so I’m gonna say it’s a superhero show. Of course, I mean Time Squad.

Now if you haven’t guessed, I don’t have the most experience with this show but I know enough to think that this is something that could actually work well. I mean, Otto was a kid who was basically running around all over history protecting the balance of time with a stuck up robot and a dude who is a little too into all of this. Imagine if he just sorta did this for all of his childhood and realizing as a young adult that “Crap, I didn’t really have a childhood.” With the dynamic of the squad, the potential to expand the greater organization as a whole and just all the time travel shenanigans that could happen, I don’t see a reason not to do it.

Plus, CW already has Legends of Tomorrow and that’s awesome so even less likely to screw it up if they’ve already got a model to do it off of right?

Number 5: 

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Yo ho ho, it is a sailor’s life for me. And in this sailor’s life we’re coming in with Number 5: The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Now this is a bit of an odd choice, right? But hear me out.

Flapjack as a child kinda had only Bubbie and K’nuckles as guides for his life. While they mostly spent their lives at Stormalong Harbor, they also constantly spent their lives looking for Candied Island. What if they never stopped looking and eventually, little kid Flapjack is a grown up now and he’s like “Oh wow. I wanted adventure but I was kinda manipulated to follow this creepy old man’s dreams of candy.” I think going heavy and hard on this sort of found family between them would be kinda fun. How K’nuckles wasn’t the best role model and how they’ve still only got each other in this world, that sort of thing.

Plus, a live action Stormalong would be sooooooo cool.

Number 4:

Ben 10

As the old saying goes, it started when an alien device did what it did, stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid, now he’s got superpowers he’s no ordinary kid, it’s Ben 10.

And unfortunately in CW’s Ben 10, he’s not a kid who just wants to have fun. Nah, he’s got a lot of emotional stuff to deal with and all of that depressing stuff. Isn’t it great? Now I do think that this could work especially if you work it in where maybe Ben enlisted into the plumbers after his summer vacation and it just kinda escalated from there to the point where here he is now.

Say what you will, but at least with Ben 10, we’ve seen it hit a more grounded and emotional place with Ben 10 Alien Force and Ultimate Alien so I don’t believe that this would be too far of a stretch with how that show worked and a lot of people happened to really like those iterations of the show.

Granted, I actually do want a CW styled Ben 10, but less edgy Arrow style and more along the lines of The Flash, but I’d still take this too.

And now before we get into the top 3, let’s get into a few honorable mentions.

First up, we’ve got Steven Universe. Now honestly, this could work really well, the only issue with that is that we’ve kinda already seen this story told and that was with Steven Universe Future. Good stuff and a lot of potential, but we’ve seen it and I don’t think we need to see it again with a live action coat of paint.

Next up there’s Codename Kids Next Door. Honestly, I think the only real spinoff we need for Kids Next Door is Galactic. That’s it. Anything else is unnecessary. Still, with this sort of concept an older KND who has been decommissioned and feels like there’s something missing in their lives that they just don’t understand would be really cool. Although maybe that would work as like a movie or special or somethin’ I don’t know.

And finally for the last of the honorable mentions we’ve got Teen Titans. While I am trying to keep this list to CN Originals, I couldn’t help but bring this one up. How Long is Forever is one of my all-time favorite episodes of the 2003 series so I think seeing a series taking place in that timeline or something similar would be a lot of fun maybe for like a miniseries or something. And honestly, anything’s better than Titans.

With those three out of the way, back to the list.

Number 3: 

The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

In a world full of monsters and demons, June is the only one who sees them. This is the Life and Times of Juniper Lee and it makes number three on my list.

Now, like Time Squad, I didn’t watch much of this show. But what I do know about this show is that June is cool and she’s got this whole legacy and destiny by being the newest Te Xaun Ze, which are basically the magical protectors of her town. Only problem, and why I think that this direction for this show would actually be kinda cool, is the whole thing that the Te Xaun Ze is never allowed to leave the town at any point in their lives and oh boy, you could actually go really hard on that with this format since it’s literally built into the show.

Juniper Lee all grown up and just straight up depressed because she’s got the cool powers and grabs all the monsters but everyone around her has moved on in their lives. Friends have gone off to college and started all their lives and she’s got nothing but her family in Orchid Bay. You’d have a story of someone who once was big on their destiny who has accepted it but wishes that it wasn’t theirs anymore. I do know the show dealt with this a bit but with a new continuity and an older version of the character you really could just go in and deep on this.

I stand by that this would actually be pretty cool and kinda want it. Honestly, I like this idea so much that I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the number three or the number two spot, but y’know what? The next show told me a little secret that gave it the edge.

Number 2: 

The Secret Saturdays

That’s right, it’s the Secret Saturdays. 

Zak Saturday went all around the world with his parents discovering ancient cryptids, protecting the world and everything. He got some cool siblings in Fiskerton, Komodo and Zon. And then to add on top of that that he’s also the reincarnation of an ancient cryptid set to rule and control all the cryptids in the world? Yeah, that’ll do it. Definitely not the type of life he asked for and kid went through a lot because of it especially after losing those powers and apparently getting them back if we’re to count the Omniverse crossover TGIS to be canon.

But having parents like Zak’s, everything with the community of Secret Scientists and not really having many friends his own age or well, his own species will do that.

Exploring Zak and maybe Argost coming back for powers he might not want anymore and learning to embrace his destiny while also trying to patch up the Saturday family would be awesome.

Number 1:

Dexter’s Laboratory

Now while I know we already have a live action Dexter and it was an incredible hit, I- Wait, not the same show.

Ahem, Dexter’s Laboratory makes the top of this list. Partially because of it being PPG’s sister series but also partially because of the whole thing of there’s a lot you could do with Dexter’s character in terms of depression. If someone with such a high intellect were to somehow lose it all or just in some way, never really got forward in life, that would do it. Dexter could be a type of character that’s too stuck inside his own head in order to move forward. Alternatively, maybe Dexter is highly successful but has found there’s something missing in life or something. I dunno.

But whichever way you decide to go with Dexter’s character, you could have Dee Dee be pretty much the opposite of that. Maybe she’s found herself a place in life that she’s content with and Dex doesn’t understand why but wants it. I think going deep on this sort of emotional aspect of his life while also having all sorts of fun crazy science stuff would be a good watch.

All in all, gimme a Dexter’s lab show but we gotta make sure he keeps some form of an accent. No accent is a dealbreaker.

Although, I think that at the end of the day, animation should really just stay animated and that we don’t need to go live action for anything. All of these ideas I’ve presented, I’d of course rather prefer as cartoons with a more balanced tone more than anything but I figured with the announcement of a PPG show, this would be a silly but fun idea to talk about rather than ranting about it like most have. Granted, I’ve got some rants of my own since I still think it’s a bad idea. Haha. But you know how it goes.

At any rate those are all the shows I think would make better CW PPG style reboots than CW PPG. When it comes to the edginess and potential for drama, I feel these shows fit the bill better than the innocent, buttkicking action that was the Powerpuff Girls.

But what do you all think? Do you have any shows in mind that I haven’t mentioned? Do you think I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and given The CW more awful ideas? 

Now, this was originally a YouTube video so you can probably see that in the way that this post, especially the ending was written, but I just still don’t really have the energy to edit stuff so have this post instead. It’s something I really wanted to discuss and just decided, hey, why not make it a Tumblr post?

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AO3 Ask Game

I was tagged by @themarshalstale which, thank you so much! I feel like I always get missed on these (I know why, it’s been 84 years since I published anything but still). 1. How many works do you have on ao3?

46 it seems. Which...look I’m slow man so that’s not surprising. lol Also crippling depression does not make for much production, at least for me.

2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount?

309662 according to the stats.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

So do I could only AO3 or in like life? lol I suppose it should only be on AO3 since this is an AO3 ask game. Hrm. Basically AO3 can be summed up as: Marvel (in several iterations - all Avengers related) Torchwood Highlander But isn’t it more fun to consider my entire fandom life, which, I’m sorry, I’m old so...yeah. Not all of this is was published and beyond that a lot is not available anymore...which is likely for the best. Highlander Star Wars Babylon 5 Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers Marvel (again, several iterations also of note Avengers and X-Men both count) Torchwood Star Trek LOTR Stargate (SG-1, SGA) Mortal Kombat I dabbled with the idea of Potter fic but never got past the ideas stage.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1: You rearrange me till I’m sane Clint finds himself spiraling into a deep depression after the Battle of New York...until the Winter Soldier ends up saving him and inadvertently giving him a new purpose – to save the man that the Soldier had once been – Bucky Barnes. Not one to be outdone, the Soldier decides that his new mission is to ensure that Clint remains alive himself. Protecting a blonde man with a self-destructive streak is somehow very familiar to him. Through the back and forth of who is saving whom they cross the country and learn more about themselves and each other – and perhaps find a reason for living. 2: Five Dates Bucky Didn’t Realize He Was on And the One He Planned Himself To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they'd been dating for months without him realizing it.Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can't help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

3: Puck Luck Bucky Barnes is used to the ups and downs of an NHL season. He's used to the unpredictability of the game, knows that bounces don't always go your way, but that doesn't make a broken hand in the final third of the season any easier to deal with. Especially not when he ends up with an impromptu roommate/personal assistant in the form of one Clint Barton - his agent, Natalia Romanova's (rather attractive) friend he hadn't known existed before his injury.

It's just for six to eight weeks - what could possibly happen in that span of time?

4: Loose Lips Launch Ships

Based on the following prompt: “We go to school together and I think you’re cute and apparently you’re also the pizza delivery guy and my little sibling opened the door screaming hey sibling! you know that kid you’re in love with? you really weren’t kidding when you said his jawline could cut steel holy shit-” Bucky is the pizza delivery guy. Clint's younger (foster) brother has a big mouth.

5: Indelible Bucky Barnes has a pretty decent life – a good job, good friends, a cat that adores him - but something is missing. He’s always found body art to be beautiful and inspiring, and on a whim (and with the hope that maybe he can find what he’s missing) he decides to take the plunge and get a tattoo. That's how he meets Clint Barton. Clint's talented and compassionate and there is an instant spark between the two of them. It's not long before Bucky finds himself wondering and wanting more from the relationship despite the ghosts of the past that crop back up. Because Clint makes him feel normal in a way he truly hasn't for years...

(this was pre-Alpine so I was totally chuffed when canon confirmed Bucky’s status as a crazy cat lady (affectionate).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not.

I really really really want to do it but I often times don’t end up doing it. There are a few reasons. First, I am akwward AF and bad at interaction adn I feel like just saying thank you would be...not enough? Second - I often times tend to like...turtle (aka retreat into myself) when life gets Too Hard/Busy which happens a lot to me (sigh) and then I miss the vague window in my mind in which it would be okay to respond and then it’s even more weird. I do love and cherish all of them. Like there was one months ago that made me go “hmm...I didn’t think I was going to do a sequel to that fic (You rearrange me till I’m sane), timestamp glimpses sure but a sequel hadn’t come to mind” but then the comment made me think! So...who knows? lol Anyway, I literally have been rereading some in an effort to try and get myself going again. Know that if you have commented, I love you.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

At the moment? Probably: Look at you look at me Bucky's in love with Clint - problem is he's really not supposed to be. For Winterhawk Week 2019 - Forbidden Love (I really don’t want to give away the spin in the fic but...if you’re familiar with the Secret Avengers Vol 2 run circa 2013ish (aka when SHIELD initially ‘took control of the team’) that’s a bit of a hint as to the spin). Were it done, Torch Song would be up there. ;) Torch Song Clint is sent back in time, via an alien device, to 1938. While he tries to figure out how to get back home, he takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet and does his best to not disrupt the timeline.Then he meets a 21 year old Bucky Barnes. --- A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Does *wanting* to write crossovers count? lol I want, so badly, to do more crossovers and fusions (which...are kinda deeper versions of crossovers in a way). The only one I do have posted is a crossover between Highlander and Torchwood -

The Immortal Mr. Jones A series of vignettes (some long, some short) in the life of the newly immortal Ianto Jones. My most ambitions project that I have been working on since late 2011/early 2012 is a fusion of the Avengers with Stephen King’s the Stand. I will get that done at some point *shakes fist*  The Stand, for those who don’t know it, is an epic 1000+ page novel about a flu epidemic (I know) that wipes out over 99% of the population and then two figures representing Good and Evil pull the survivors in two directions for a showdown. So basically it’s a non-powered modern AU set in that universe. It’s a passion and comfort project. lol

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Well, minor bitching back when I was in a prior fandom because I tagged a pairing in a fic but it was pre-slash and not labeled as pre-slash. I got hate on...I think it was Torch Song? And I’ve gotten hate on tumblr re me and my fic in general as well. Fandom! *jazz hands* Oh! And I’ve also been hit by those reviewers within Winterhawk (among general Clint pairings actually) who like rate you on either number scales or the “meh” scale. Which isn’t hate exactly but...it’s passive aggressive bullshit because I can’t believe none of them realize at this point that the authors can see their bookmarks - you know?

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. Do I write it well? I have no idea. lol

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Well...there was, I think, one of those reposting sites that had a few fics on it but I don’t think it was being passed off as someone else’s? I can’t quite recall. It’s why I have a note on AO3 about reposting my work anyway.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not entirely, but sort of. Let me explain - I am part of a PBEM game; which for those unfamiliar since it’s a term that was most heavily in use 15-20 years ago, in which you basically do a round robin type writing thing but rather than everyone writing the same characters you write your own characters and you play off what other people have done. Another way of looking at it is  it’s basically DnD without dice and written down rather than done out loud. You also don’t have to all be around at the same time. It’s a lot of fun and yes I have been in it for 20 years even though there aren’t many of us left but they are some of my dearest friends and fabulous writers. Wins all around.  One of the other writers and I have actually toyed with the idea of doing a co-written fic actually, mostly because we work super well together and keep getting ideas for things but can’t really do them as rpgs since the pbem style isn’t used much anymore.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Winterhawk probably. Though, let’s be real - Han & Leia are epic and amazing as are John & Delenn (from Babylon 5).

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Does wanting to expand The Black Stallion books as a wee child count? lol Not much of that was written save for world building ideas but there was a great oral tradition of telling stories to my friends. Otherwise...maybe a tie between Star Wars and Highlander. Star Wars was a love since I was super young but the writing bug didn’t hit me until around the same time Highlander was a thing as well.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You rearrange me till I’m sane for sure. Though Torch Song, if it were finished, would be tied I imagine (I suck at picking favorites). Honorable mention to Puck Luck and Indelible. Tagging: I have seen this like a million times (okay 5) so I feel like everyone has been tagged already that I know. But...I guess... @vexbatch @crazycatt71 @heartonfirewrites and @disruptedvice sorry if anyone has been tagged before.

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Kokichi is dying (V3 chatfic, no particular ship)

TW: Infers abuse, talks about ableism, neglect, panic attack pretty much, depression, self loathing. never being good enough

i am so sorry but vr au's need to be sad, love yall :)

(Background info: This is set in a vr au, they are not with their fake memory parents (Ie; kaito's kind grandparents) but rather why they really have)

(Also i have no fucking clue what ship i was going for???? pretty sure they are all on the table, and kokichi talks like an idiot in this and i love it. Gonta's writing is based off of his Japanese talking style, so no more caveman talking).

USERNAMES:

(Space monkey: Kaito, Detective pikachu: shuichi, Elton john: kaede, Antman: gonta, Mr. Gonstealyoman: korekiyo, Atua's bitch: angie, emoboi: ryoma, be-boop: kiibo, bread roll: Maki, cum dumpster: miu, mommy: kirumi, Gremlin: Kokichi)

TLDR: Chaos ensues, slight angst

Gremlin: omfg im fucking sicK im gonna fucking die i bet this was kaitos bitch ass fault for coughing on me with his tuberculosis headass gROSSSSS I HATE EVERYTHINGGG

Space Monkey: i-

Space monkey: I didn't get you sick dumbass,,,, my tb is fugckin cured bi-

Bread roll: he's dramatic and gross dont believe him

Gremlin: yall mean for what?

Gremlin: i have a life taking disease and yall laughing i- 

Gremlin: see you at my funeral bitch

Detective pikachu: What are you sick with then

Gremlin: anythong bitch, im the universe

Antman: He sounds delusional, thats not good

Detective pikachu: He's always delusional, he's Kokichi

Mr. gonstealyoman: I guess this name is better than my old one

Mr. gonstealyoman: thank you kokichi :) I am glad we have come to an understanding

Gremlin: kay sexy

Gremlin: IGNRE WHAT I JUST SENT

Gremlin: IGNORE IT IGNORE IT IGNORE ITTTTT

Antman: who was that for???

Gremlin: NO ONE,,, 

Gremlin: Okay,,, maybe sexy tall men in general lowkey

Gremlin: okay,,,, maybe anyone over 6 feet 

Detective pikachu: i feel excluded

Detective pikachu: good, i don't like you kokichi, your an ass

Gremlin: u sound jelly shumaiiiiii

be-boop: perhaps he is telling the truth, you know,

be-boop: according to my data, in chapter four Shuichi stated that you will never have friends, and no one will ever like you

Gremlin: SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP MAKING ME FEEL BADBSKVKHDVKDSKJV

Antman: do you need me to come over? I can make you tea?

mommy: Do you know how to do that, Gonta? I can teach you?

Antman: Gonta does know, thank you very much. 

Antman: Gonta is not a child, Tojo-chan, please don't regard me as one

Antman: Gonta can cook, can clean, can be gentle, and has his own mind

Space monkey: but we're just making sure man, cuz, you know,,,, chapter 4

Antman: I am capable of things just like you!!!!!

Antman: Gonta doesn't know why you guys treat me like a child :(

Gremlin: yeah, hot stuff over there is basically a prodigy homies

Antman: Gonta is dumb though, don't say that.

Antman: Gonta is no prodigy, in fact, he is below average in everything

Gremlin: Whats ur test scores bitch

Antman: Gonta got a 98 on my english test,, but i wanted a 100, which would make Gonta actually smart :( 

Antman: Gonta is not good enough to be friends with you all

Antman: I can do basic stuff like tojo said...

Antman: maybe i do need help?

Antman: im not sure anymore:((((

Gremlin: THEY ARE ABLEIST GONTA,,, THEY FEEL SUPERIOR FOR TREATING UUUUU LIKE A CHILD

Detective pikachu: You sound really delusional Kokichi, maybe you should get sleep

Gremlin: S T F U, IM SPITTING ST8 FACTS BITCH

Detective pikachu: Sure you are. Now get some rest. 

Gremlin: GRRRR WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS??

Bread roll: Cause your stupid and aggressive

Gremlin: your personality, basically?

Bread roll: shut up at least i have a boyfriend

Gremlin: Technically, you just stole my frienemy 

Gremlin: Yall do be avoiding each other doe

Space Monkey: WE ARE NOT

Gremlin: Yeah yeah

Gremlin: yesterday i saw you to enter the same cafe by accident, duck your heads, then sit across the cafe from each other, all while  avoiding eye contact

Gremlin: Soooo,,, things not going well in paradise?

Detective pikachu: you're nosy

Gremlin: says the literal detective 

Space monkey: everythings fine your just a dickkkk

Gremlin: "oooo! Im momo-chan, i say bad word and go brrrrr"

Space monkey: im going to fucking stab him 

Gremlin: You cant, ive already enslaved you with my chaotic, yet cute hijinks, havent i~

Space monkey: STOP STOP NO NOT THE SQUIGLY

Gremlin: is it the sex? WHY DONT YOU MAKE EYE CNOTACT WITH UR LADY NO MORE 

Space monkey: ITS NOT THE SEX I HATE YOU

Gremlin: im free by the way at 8 ;)

Bread roll: STOP trying to steal my boyfriend kokichi, ive told you this before

Bread roll: NO

Bread roll: BODY

Antman: Gonta interrupts to say, Gonta loves you kokichi, and we should get flowers together, than maybe we can prank some people :D 

Bread roll: Ive never wanted to stab you more, gonta

Gremlin: I'd enjoy that very much, fine fellow ;)

Gremlin: but idk,,,, can you like take care of me first, cuz IM SICK BECAUSE OF KAITO TUBERCULOSIS ASS

Space monkey: I DONT HAVE TB ANYMORE

Gremlin: SURE YOU DONT 

Space monkey: I DONT

Gremlin:  BUT GUESS WHAT

Gremlin: YOU STILL SMOKE DUMBASS AND THATS NOT GOOD FOR U OR YOUR TUBERCULOSIS

Detective pikachu: He smokes?

Atua's bitch: he does, i walked in on him in the bathroom lmao

Atua's bitch: he was scared shitless and threw it out the window, needless to say atua does nt approve

Gremlin: DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE VACCINE????

Space monkey: Uh,,, i was taught vaccines were bad, so no i don't have the vaccine

Gremlin: I HATE OLD PEOPLE

Gremlin: ABOLISH OLD PEOPLEEEE

Gremlin: THEY SPREAD MISINFORMATION AND IT PHISCALLY HURTS ME TO SEEEEEE

Space monkey: your dramatic, it cant be that bad

Gremlin: say that when you catch it again

Gremlin: i swear you coughed on me like,,,, 5 weeks ago tho

Antman: OOOO! Fun fact: Tuberculosis can lay dormant from 3 months to a few years! 

Space monkey: u guys are just trying to scare me

Bread roll: Just checked the chat after using the br and,,m YOUDONT HAVE YOU VACCINES???

Detective pikachu: Im sorry, but kaito, please,,,,, for the love of god get vaccines

Space monkey: alright alright, ill do it cuz you guys are all on my case and i don't like being the villain :(

Gremlin: Im so happy i have gonta with me rn, he is making me tea while yall rot in your distant ass relationship (THIS IS FOR YOU KAITO)

Space monkey: Im going to destroy your bloodline in about three seconds if you dont stfu right fucking now

Gremlin: Hhehe i have an inaprwopwiate joke uwu

emoboi: STOP PLEASE DEAR GOD

cum dumpster: wHAt Is iT YOU WHORE

Gremlin: i was gonna say wouldn't he need to like,,,, have sex with my family to weed out my bloodline or something??

cum dumpster: i-

cum dumpster: Why am i acting surprised, ive watched porn with more extravagant plots than this

cum dumpster: ie; are you guys FUCKING? RIGHT INFRONT OF MY SALAD??? is one i will cherish with my soul

emoboi: hehe why did she point out the salad

Space monkey: I hate u kokichi, i truly do

Gremlin: I bet if you got the chance u would kiss me space boy :P

Bread roll has left the chat

Space monkey: o god is she ddoing one of those bf loyalty tests or smthing???

Space monkey: now im nervous lmao

Gremlin: why you so nervous stupid~~~~

Gremlin: It not like ur cheating on her homie

Space monkey: It's just a placebo effect

Gremlin: My brain feels fried Momo-chan,, i don't understand big boy words right now

Space monkey: Basically, if you take a pill that doesn't do anything but you don't know that and believe it does, you will scientifically start to feel better

Gremlin: first and only time saying this, but thank you 

Space monkey: HEHEHEB YOU SAID THANK YOU YOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOU

Gremlin: Kaito,,, imma need you to do me a favor and look up on your ceiling

Space monkey: i hate you, idk what it is, but i hte you

Gremlin: good <3

Space monkey: HE REPLACED ALL MY THE STARS ON MY CELING WITH FUCKIBG DICKSSS

Space monkey: THIS IS THE LST FUCKING STRAW IM GONNA LOSE IT

Space monkey: IF MY GRANDPARENTS SEE THIS BULLSHIT THEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME, SLAP ME, MAYBE BREAK MY NECK AND DESTROY MEE

Space monkey: Im GENUINLEY panicing HOW TF am i gona get this off my wal???? They are going to bbat me senselpess help me shUichi

Detective pikachu: o god, i can sense the sheer pain and scaredness in  that tet, 

Detective pikachu: are you for real gong to get hurt or are you pulling a kokichi?

Space monkey: FUCKING HELP ME IM NOT FUCKING JOKINGKABKCB HELP THEY ARE NOT HOME RN THEY ARE LIKEE,,,, 40 MINUTES AWAY PLEASEE 

Gremlin: okay,,, maybe this wasn't the best prank.,,, i guess i'll help clean up cuz im not that much of a sociopath

Gremlin: tbh my parents can go shove it too lowkey terrible 0/10 

Space monkey: AHHHH IM SO SCARED PLS PSL GET HERE FAST

be-boop: Of course, i will come, i will survey the outside of the house

Antman: Gonta is coming too! We will get this done in under 40 minutes!

Space monkey: OKAY

Gremlin: Lowkey, if i cough on you ignore it bitch your the one who made me like this

Space monkey: W HA TDONT COUGH ON ME IM NOT SICK ANYMORE

Gremlin: I will give you TB again just cuz your making me suffer

Space monkey: Suffer what??? putting dicks on my FUCKING WALL???

Gremlin: Guilt, idiot, im feeling guilty. 

cum dumpster: oof thats new

emoboi: yeah i wasn't expecting it

Mr.gonstealyoman: Me neither. It is rather peculiar seeing it being texted by him because he is always feels not guilty of his bad actions.

be-boop: I do believe he means it, though...

emoboi: impossible.

cum dumpster: i agree, literally impossible.

Gremlin: I HAVE A FUCKIBG SOUL YOU CRazY CONSPIRACISTS

Antman: Quick question, shuichi can i stay with you again? It'll be dark when i get home and gonta can't do that so,,, please help

Detective pikachu: my parents are like blank slates, who eat slowly, watch tv slowly, and never look at me. Im sure they wouldn't mind :P

Antman: ALRIGHT! :D LETS GET MISSION: MR. MOMOTA ROOM REPAIR DONE!

Gremlin: ooo! I like the name! IM INNNN! 

Detective pikachu: On it!

be-boop: Ready for look out!

Space monkey: I love you guys :)

AN: Im lowkey sorry i ended this chaotic mess with angst,,,, but like fr i love it i love angst,, i hate reading it but love writing it

[idnek83]

Aid - Chapter 12/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda gets some advice from an unexpected source: Soda tries to run from his problems, and realizes that's why he has so many.

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Soda was sure to stay far away from the ranch, heading in the opposite direction as he left the hotel area. Seeing Gundham just then would be unbearable, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the anger on Gundham’s face, knew the hurt would be even worse.

He just needed to stay away for now.

It all could have been so easy if he hadn’t been so god damned stupid. There must have been signs that Gundham was into him, right? Something anyone else would have caught onto…

Like… maybe those names Gundham always called him. What was a consort anyways? He knew it had something to do with kings, so like… a king’s friend? Or was it more like and advisor or something? He wasn’t sure, he’d have to look it up later.

He didn’t even know where to start with paramour, he could vaguely recall a band with a similar name, but that was about it.

But it wasn’t always just ‘consort’ or ‘paramour’, Gundham would sometimes use other words too.

‘Dark’ had been the first one, back when Gundham had referred to him as ‘companion’ more often then not, then at some point it had become ‘dear’. Then ‘sweet’ and ‘dearest’ had worked their way in, along with that word, ‘consort’, that felt like it meant so much more than friend…

But none of that was explicitly romantic, right? Besides ‘dark’ and ‘consort’, Soda was pretty sure he’d called Hajime all of those things before…

Then ‘paramour’… Gundham had first called him that after the night on the beach. It always felt a little… flirtier than ‘consort’, but most of that was probably just cus Soda didn’t know what it meant, right? Or maybe it was something about the way Gundham said it? He remembered Gundham calling him that as he begged him to fuck him the previous night…

Soda’s face colored. Not the time for those kinds of thoughts.

That hadn’t been the only thing Gundham had called him that night though, another new word had entered his speech: ‘beloved’.

Soda blushed even harder.

Okay, so it was pretty hard to interpret that as anything other than romantic.

But Soda had been way too turned on to even notice it…

So maybe there hadn’t really been signs that Gundham was into him? At least not before he had started calling him ‘beloved’ last night. But then there was…

The way Gundham had always seemed so focused on him while they were touching each other, the way he was gentle, paid attention to whether Soda was feeling good, made sure to make him feel cherished with every touch.

Soda wished he could say he did the same for Gundham…

The way Gundham had held him when he was upset, never made him feel bad for crying, and always made sure he knew he was there to talk, while never making him feel like he had to talk if he didn’t want to.

It was so easy for Gundham to make him feel safe…

Yeah. The signs had definitely been there.

He was just the worlds biggest idiot.

He was crying again, out in public now like a loser. He just sat where he was on the beach and hid his face in his arms.

He hoped no one saw him.

“Soda?”

Fuck everything.

At first he didn’t want to acknowledge her, thought that maybe she’d just go away if he didn’t.

But Gundham wanted them to get along better, so…

“Hi miss Sonia.” He didn’t lift his head, he didn’t want her to see him crying.

There was a moment where nothing happened and Soda almost thought she had left, but then he heard the rustle of fabric and saw the light shift as she sat next to him.

He heard her exhale slowly.

“Is something… no. Something is upsetting you. Would you like to speak with me about it?”

He lifted his head to look at her then. What was going on? Why was Sonia even talking to him, not to mention asking if he wanted to talk about his problems.

“I… what’re you doing Sonia?” She had raised her hand as if to pat Soda on the back.

Sonia blushed a little, but her face was determined.

“I am comforting a classmate.” She patted his back a few times, a little too forcefully to really be comforting, then quickly withdrew her hand.

Soda was still confused.

“But, why? I mean… it’s me?”

Sonia looked away from him.

“It was brought to my attention that I do not treat you well.”

Right, Gundham had said he talked to her.

“I decided I will try to improve the way that I treat you. And when I saw you crying I-“

Shit, she had seen him crying. The thought made him want to cry more, but what really made the tears begin to well up again was the fact that she was being nice because of Gundham.

Here was Sonia, trying to comfort him, and it was all because Gundham had asked her to be kinder to him. And how had he repaid Gundham for doing that?

By calling him a sex thing.

He was crying again.

“Shit, s-sorry. I shouldn’t be crying-” Soda tried to wipe away his tears.

“No! It is okay! Please feel free to-” Sonia looked like she was panicking.

“And I s-shouldn’t have treated you so-” The tears just kept coming.

“It was cruel of my to ignore you-” Sonia was tearing up too.

“I really didn’t mean to-” He felt even worse for making her cry.

“It was I who-” She stopped herself to breathe, and Soda unconsciously did the same.

They looked at each other, both red in the face and teary eyed, and Soda felt something shift.

“I’m sorry.” They both spoke at the same time, and their faces mirrored each others shock.

Sonia smiled a little, and Soda thought she might be suppressing a laugh. He smiled back.

“I… would very much like if we could restart our relationship. Would that be ‘cool’ with you?”

“More than cool.”

Sonia held out her hand and Soda shook it.

“Then it has been made official. From now on we will be fond friends.” They let go of each other’s hands and sat in silence for a moment, looking out at the ocean.

Soda knew that wasn’t the end of it. One day they were going to have to sit down and have a real conversation about it, one where Soda could properly apologize for the way he treated Sonia.

“You do not treat each other fairly.”

Right. Each other.

Maybe Sonia would apologize to him too then. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that. But he was happy that it was out in the open now at least, happy that Sonia knew that he knew he had been treating her badly, knew that he wanted to change that.

And he was happy that now they might be able to become real friends.

He smiled to himself at the word: friends. Not too long ago he would have seen this as another opportunity to try to get with Sonia, but the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. He must have grown some.

And it probably helped that he was hopelessly into Gundham.

Even if he had fucked that up.

He looked at Sonia, who was smiling softly at the sea. Maybe apologies weren’t as hard as he thought.

“Sonia?”

“Yes?” She turned and smiled at him, but he could see a bit of hesitation in her eyes. Yeah, they definitely needed to have another conversation later.

“Have you… seen Gundham today?” There was part of him that wanted her to say no.

“Ah, yes. I saw him when he came to pick up his breakfast this morning.” Something made her frown. “He looked very tired and very upset... Was it you who was the cause of that?” She sort of looked like she was getting ready to yell at him.

“… Probably.” He couldn’t tell her the whole truth but- “We, um, had a fight.”

She deflated a little.

“Oh. You… you did not fight about me, did you?”

“Nah.” He laughed a little, awkwardly. “Well, I guess you were part of it? But don’t worry, it was mostly just me being stupid…”

Sonia looked like she was thinking.

“I visited the farm today, after breakfast.” Jealousy flickered through Soda’s brain, and he told it to fuck off. “Gundham was there, talking to the Four Dark Devas of Destruction. He… he sounded sad, and when I greeted him, he had none of his usual enthusiasm.” She swept some hair from her face. “Whatever it is you fought about, it seems to have upset him greatly…”

Yeah, no surprises there.

“I know. Its my fault.”

“Then why have you not apologized?” Sonia was once again filled with her usual intensity.

“W-what?” He was taken aback by the sudden shift in mood. Sonia was staring at him intently.

“You believe it is your fault he is upset?”

“Y-yeah.”

“And you know what it is you have done wrong?”

“Yeah...”

“Then apologize, you bastard.”

It always took Soda by surprise when Sonia swore, but her blunt logic surprised him even more.

It was his fault and he knew what he did wrong, so he should just apologize? Well, yeah, but it wasn’t that easy…

“But he doesn’t want to talk to me right now…”

“Of course he does not want to talk to you!” Ouch. “He does not want to talk because you have not apologized yet!” She was up on her knees now, leaning towards him with a determined look in her eyes.

“W-well, yeah, but he, um, said he wanted some time to think?” He had said that, why was it a question now? Soda was falling apart under Sonia’s intensity.

“If you fought this morning then he has had plenty of time already. You should apologize now, and if he decides he would like more time to think, then at least he will know that you are sorry!”

“He already knows I’m sorry…”

“Does he?”

Did he?

Shit.

He didn’t.

Soda had never actually said sorry after the whole ‘just a sex thing’ thing. He had tried, but Gundham had been too upset and made him leave before he could.

Fuck.

Gundham was currently under the impression that Soda actually had though of him as just a sex thing, that Soda really didn’t want anything else out of their relationship.

Fuck shit fuck.

Sonia was right, he needed to apologize and make it clear to Gundham that that wasn’t true, that he really hadn’t meant to hurt him. After all, if Gundham did all his thinking without actually knowing the truth, then he wouldn’t be able to come to a real conclusion, right?

He stood up too quickly, it startled Sonia a little.

“Sorry Sonia.” He extended a hand to help her up. “But you’re right. I… I need to go apologize. Right now!” Sonia took his hand and stood. He noted the surprise in her face when he let go, as well as the smile that followed it.

“Thank you.” Soda knew it was both for helping her up, and for not being a creep about holding her hand. Good, they were making progress. Now hopefully things would go that smoothly with Gundham.

He waved goodbye and jogged off in the direction of the ranch.

He needed to talk to Gundham. Now.

Next Chapter

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Spring Fever (8)

@adrinetteapril 2019 story

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | art | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | art | 18 | 19 | 20 |

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Chapter 8. A birthday gift

In which Adrien gets a part

'I… you..gah!’ Marinette flailed scrambling to her feet. Out of the corner of his eyes Adrien saw a red flash inside the chest. It looked like a cute plushie, with big blue eyes and a black spot on the top of the bulbous head. Its shape reminded him a bit of Plagg, but he couldn’t be sure, since Marinette closed the lid with an angry thump. Then she turned around and sank onto the chest where she released a ragged breath.

'That’s just my… um… my old chest, haha,’ she kicked the box with her heel. 'Phew, I almost jumped right of my skin,’ she sighed. She brushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears, casting him an anxious glance. Her skin paled, making the redness of her cheeks more pronounced. Was she… embarrassed?

Oh god, she was! He made a fool of himself by trying to kiss her out of the blue and now she’d hate him forever! Trying to stomp down on his disappointment that he hadn’t get to taste those soft, enticing lips Adrien moved as far away from the girl as the invisible tether allowed. He had no idea how he would get that curing kiss now. He’d rather die than mention in after what just had transpired between them.

'Good thing you weren’t near it,’ he pointed out, deciding to divert her attention. 'That’s an accident ready to happen. You need to replace that spring.’

'Yeah,’ Marinette muttered. 'Though I was hoping on having a word with it first. Doesn’t matter,’ she shook her head. 'You mentioned a cure to your… um… state.’

Ah, so much for diversion. Adrien felt all his courage retreating under the sheer force of shame at what he had attempted.

'Y-yes, a cure,’ he nodded, desperately trying to think of a way out. 'I just thought that… I thought… since you’re the one I’m bound to, maybe you can think of a way to… um… free me?’

'To free you…’ Marinette hummed. She stood up and started pacing around the room.

The chaise Adrien was seated on jolted under him and with a screech it started moving after the girl.

'Um…’ he said. 'Marinette?’

She halted and turned to see him. He planted his feet firmly on the floor and wedged his hands under the sofa in an attempt not to chase after her.

'Sorry! I forgot!’

'It’s okay,’ he waved a hand, and the chaise budged a bit. 'But you see my most pressing problem now. I need to go home at some point. Everyone at the mansion is probably already freaking out.’

As if on cue his phone chimed angrily. Marinette backed away, startled by the sound. The chaise jerked after her. Adrien doubled his efforts to stay in place. 'I’m not gonna answer that now,’ he grunted. Who needs a gym if they can have a nice work-out trying not to get too close to the love of their lives?

The girl just stood there, on the other side of the room, her gaze shifting between him and the chest. Then something flashed in her eyes, something strikingly familiar, although Adrien couldn’t recall why.

'So… you think you’ve been enchanted…’ she was thinking out loud.

'Not enchanted. Infected,’ he corrected.

Marinette sent him a long, flat stare. He realized what he just said.

'Enchanted is a way of putting it, too!’ he chirped.

A shadow of smirk danced on her lips. ’And you believe I can help you?’

He nodded eagerly. At that point he would believe if she told him toys could fly. Because the red plushie was now sitting innocently on the desk, when just a few moments ago it definitely was inside the chest. But maybe Marinette just made more of them?

The girl’s smile turned sly at his silent confirmation. 'Then I have something that should let you get home or wherever you need to be right now. It should be enough until we figure out how to free you entirely.’

Adrien perked up. ‘Really?’

She crossed the room and carefully opened the chest. When she turned to him, she was holding a small pack, about the size of a CD box, wrapped in pink polka dotted paper and tied with a dark pink ribbon. It looked very much like a gift.

‘Here,’ she passed him the package. ‘Happy birthday,’ she murmured.

‘That’s in, like, six months,’ he remembered, tenderly brushing the ribbon with his thumbs. He had no idea why, but just holding this package made his heart swell.

‘I know,’ Marinette said timidly. ‘I wanted to be prepared.’

Adrien untied the ribbon and reverently put it aside. Then he slowly unwrapped the paper. There was a birthday card at the top, bearing Marinette’s curly handwriting and a signature next to a doodle of a cake with a little ladybug sitting on in. He smiled at that and put the card away as well. Then he finally inspected the contents.

‘Oh, wow, just… wow,’ he gasped.

He simply couldn’t take his eyes off of her gift. His fingers ran over the soft, baby blue cotton and traced the stylish embroidery. He had seen similar items in his father’s drawer many times. Old-fashioned and cherished. Nowadays deemed impractical, but still beautiful. Simple, classy and personal. The handkerchief that he was holding bore a monogram of curvy “AA”. A second little ladybug accompanied the letters, seemingly flying over the material as if it was the summer sky. Her path had been marked with red stitching.

‘I don’t know what to say,’ he finally whispered. ‘This is absolutely stunning, Marinette! I love-... it! I love it!’

His voice quivered and he felt moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. It was simply the most amazing thing anyone had given him. And it was clearly crafted by her own hand, as evidenced in the characteristic “M” skillfully hidden on the other side of the handkerchief, embroidered in blue, glossy thread.

She beamed at him from the window. A rosy hue tinted her cheeks. ‘This is something I’ve made for you and you only,’ she said. ‘I’d like to believe there’s a part of me in this gift.’

He couldn’t help but to smile as he held the handkerchief. The most precious gift. A part of her. For him.

‘When you take this with you,’ Marinette continued, ‘it’s as if you took a part of me.’

His eyes lit up in comprehension. ‘Brilliant,’ he murmured, still gently brushing the material. ‘Simply brilliant.’

A wave of affection washed over him, pouring warmth into his limbs. He would have pulled her into a hug if he wasn’t afraid he would never let go. What had he done to deserve this girl in his life? Was there an end to her kindness?

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ Marinette asked.

‘Like what?’ Uh-oh, was he staring? He wanted to savor the view of the love of his life as she smiled happy and bright. Was he making her uncomfortable?

She shrugged. ‘Like I was some kind of hero or something.’

“Or something”? Adrien felt the sudden urge to show her how important, how dear she was to him. She should know how special, how talented, how amazing she was.

‘I already told you, you are. Marinette, I… ‘ he hesitated, not sure where his heart was leading him. It might be the fever talking, but the real Marinette was listening.

‘Yes?’

‘You are an amazing person, and I really l- like…’ he shook his head. He almost slipped. ‘I admire you.’ He cast her an anxious look. Could she hear the frantic beating of his heart?

She was keeping her distance now, fidgeting in place and nervously nibbling on her lower lip. The moment of silence suddenly seemed awkward and poignant at the same time. It was Marinette who spoke first.

‘Adrien,’ she breathed slowly. ‘I l-... I like you too!’ she stuttered. ‘I’m glad you’re my friend and that you came to me. Even if you didn’t have a choice,’ she chuckled.

‘I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else anyway,’ he smiled ducking his head, happy and disappointed at the same time. If she told him she liked him yesterday, he’d be over the moon, but today the “friend” that followed was like a painful jab, a reminder where his place was.

A phone rang in his pocket. ‘Well, that’s my cue. Thanks for the wonderful talisman,’ he pressed the handkerchief to his chest, resisting the urge to plant a kiss on the soft material. He was never going to put it away, and not just because he’d be pulled straight to Marinette back again.

The girl crossed her fingers. ‘I hope the handkerchief works.’

‘It’s your idea. Of course it will work. See?’ he added taking a few steps away and down the stairs.

Nothing happened. No magical pull. No heat wave. Ah, freedom. Relative, but still.

‘I hope you won’t get into trouble,’ Marinette called after him.

‘Me, too. But oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it now,’ he shrugged. ‘At least I can go home thanks to you. Imagine how awkward it would be to explain to our parents why I need to move to your room,’ he added as a way of good bye.

As the door closed behind him he heard something that sounded like, “Oh, I wouldn’t mind that at all”. And just like that, the sweat and blush were back.

[popatochisssp]

Hello! I hate to bother you but if you don’t mind, could you possible show one of your outlines? Like maybe Fur a Good Time, call... since it wouldn’t be spoiling anything by showing? If you still have it! I just have a really hard time making outlines, and I’d love to see your process on it. Only if it’s not a bother ^^ I hope you have a great week!

Yeah, sure, I could do that!

Forewarning, I didn’t really do any outlining before Chapter 4, so that’s where it starts, and the basic, bare-bones version I have of it was back when I thought there would only be 10 total chapters instead of 15…

Also, it very much is the bare-bones version, right before I write each chapter, I usually try to map that particular segment out with even more detail, so each chunk of this later got expanded into something more intricate. Those are usually a lot longer and include actual bits of dialogue sometimes ‘cause y’know…if I’m outlining it and hearing the perfect dialogue in my head, I gotta write that down so I don’t lose it! Sometimes gets tweaked, but very helpful during the Actual Writing part…

ANYWAY.

I’ll put the rest of this under the cut, but I’ll give you the full bare-bones FGTC outline, and then the (very long) detailed outline of Chapter 4!

Ch 4 - more Papyrus, dinner at theskeleton house, Sans is a cat person, more friendship, road trip/beach episode,okay whoops more than a crush

Ch 5 - The Breakdown, confess your Sans, the bigI care about you

Ch 6 - Papyrus hangout, character development,more Underground backstory, encouraging you to go for it with Sans

Ch 7 - self-deprecation, look I know I don’thave much to offer somebody like you but— cut off because are you serious? Youdon’t really think that do you? You’re so special and important to Sans, youmake him feel like just a person again for the first time in a long time, bothlean in…kiss meets nuzzle, haha no lips sorry? No, it’s nice, I like it,giggly, cuddly couch makeout until Papyrus comes home, FINALLY!!! Now moveover, my soap opera is on. Sans stuffs a pillow in his rib cage to try and getyou to come lay on him and it’s so sweet, how could you say no?

Ch 8 – dating fluff, bed sharing,some stargazing, the schmoopiest schmoop to ever schmoop

Ch 9 - after some time dating, Sans wants totake a big monster step, he wants to share souls with you, it’s super intimate,it’ll be basically no secrets, no important ones anyway, so you don’t have toif you’re not ready…but you are. Sans entire life story/POV up until now. Howmuch did you see? everything. i love you. I love you too! Dog person but catsare really cute line

Ch 10 - epilogue, Papyrus’ graduation, Undyneis allowed to attend with guards, she is solemn and aloof with you but concedesit looks like you’ve been good to these skeletons and you’d better keep it up.Cherish them! Not even a little bit of a problem, they’re practically family.Nod of approval before she’s led away. Papyrus nudges you to go find Sans, hedisappeared when Undyne came over and he PROMISED Papyrus a very specificgraduation present. You find him outside with Buddy and mention Papyrus’present— which turns out to be a bit of a present for you, actually. See, Sansfound a REALLY cool rock that he’s been meaning to give you, he just wasn’tsure when was the right time, human customs are so weird. He shows you a glowingcrystal, from the Waterfall ceiling, rambles a little about stars and wishesand penguins and oh, wait, I’m supposed to be on one knee for this, right? He’sproposing and you say yes without hesitation. You’ve got a skeleton fiancé, abest friend/soon-to-be brother-in-law, and a very good boy: it’s not a bigfamily, but your life feels as full as it’s ever been and you couldn’t behappier.

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Thinking of a guest gift(s) –> because hanging out with Papyrus/Buddy & it comes out that you eat mostlygarbage and No Way, Not My Cool Friend! You’re Coming Over For Dinner!

You get a succulent and a rock paperweight (Nothing IsCarved In Stone) and head over

You’re early, Papyrus welcomes you at the door, Buddy’sjazzed to see you, Sans is asleep on the couch but snrks awake when Papyrussays your name

“Sweet dreams?” “nah I don’t dream, whatcha got there?”

The gifts go over GREAT! …and the sight of Sans holding hismakes you remember…

“Oh hey, Papyrus, what can you tell me about Rocky?”

“Oh My God, I Should’ve Known That Would Come Up, Listen, IAssure You, You Have Nothing To Be Worried About! Buddy Is Being Very WellTaken Care Of Here, *I* Am In Charge Of His Mealtimes, And He’s Never AllowedOutside Without A Leash Or In-Yard Supervision, There Will NOT Be A Repeat OfRocky!”

Papyrus goes off to squirrel his gift away somewhere heknows it’ll get good light.

…. OH MY GOD. Sans loses it, even as he pockets his newrock. ROCKY IS REAL??? “I told you he was, you gotta start trustin me more,jeez”

You take your mind off it by fawning over Buddy a littlebit, “hey I’m here too y’know,” “What, you want a belly rub, too? Ear scratch?”“that’d be a neat trick, lemme know if you figure out how to pull that off,”“pass,” “ouch”

Brief small-talk, you both just saw each other at work, notmuch new has come up, but Sans tells you Papyrus has been looking forward tothis all week, thanks for coming, “Of course, like I’m gonna turn down dinnerat my three best friends’ place?”

Oh look, you made Sans blush again. God that’s adorable, heneeds to quit doing that, it’s really not helping that crush you’re trying torepress

Papyrus returns! And he admires and compliments yourearliness but dinner isn’t quite ready yet, would you like to help? You’re notobligated, of course! He only asks because he knows sitting around waitingdrives him crazy as a guest and he wants you to have the best guest-experiencepossible!

You agree with the warning that you’re nowhere near a chefbut if an extra pair of hands would be helpful, you’re his set of ‘em!

Sans flops back onto the couch, practically curled into aloaf-shape, “okay cool lemme know when you’re done,” god what a cat-person

You follow Papyrus into the kitchen where it looks like he’smaking pasta! A pretty easy dish that even you can help with, you ask him whathe’d like for you to do, he wants you to watch the noodles and stiroccasionally, he’s going to throw together the salad—made of veggies from hisown garden!

You alternate watching the noodles and Papyrus. Sans hadsaid Papyrus didn’t cook too often lately, you mention that you’re honored he’sdoing it on your account, but of course Papyrus is going to cook for you! It’sa very important step in friendship building!

Papyrus admits the reason he doesn’t do it much anymore isthat he has, “…Well, The Word My Therapist Used Was ‘Trigger,’ Is That A WordThat’s Used Outside Of Therapy As Well?”

It is.

Well Papyrus has some triggers that seem to bekitchen-related, so he avoids the situation as a whole for the sake of hismental health

You’re concerned that he might be risking said health justto make dinner for you, but he promises that this sort of meal is safe, he’snever had a reaction to vegetables or pasta, which is great because pasta ishis signature dish!

(By process of elimination, you realize it’s probably rawmeat that triggers Papyrus. You don’t need to ask why and you don’t intend to.)

Papyrus doesn’t allow for any awkward silence and tells youhe used to make spaghetti all the time when he was first trying to pick up someculinary skills, he knows it was probably not great but he kept making itanyway. Cooking Underground could be a lot of trial and error (the Undernetdidn’t have much in the way of recipe blogs, you see, it was much betterutilized as a social media platform), so if you wanted to get good at makingsomething you had to practice and get opinions—the only problem was he couldhardly ever find anyone to taste-test for him and Sans was useless, Papyrus hasseen him eat mayonnaise out of the jar, his taste is questionable in theextreme!

You laugh about Sans being disgusting as Papyrus finishes upthe salad and you notice that the noodles seem ready, so Papyrus takes over foryou—since he doesn’t have any of that fragile skin to get scalded by hot water!

Your mind is going though and as you watch him drain thespaghetti you’re thinking about what Pap said about his therapist. It’s gottenyou wondering—Sans doesn’t work every day at the shelter, is that where he goeson the other days? To see a therapist?

You ask about it, gently and leaving Papyrus room not toanswer if he doesn’t want to, you’re just curious, but Papyrus tells you no,Sans doesn’t attend any kind of therapy

Oh. That…sits badly with you. He’s a grown skeleton and youespecially have no authority to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do, but…you saw the news reports. The pictures of what monsters looked like, fresh outof the Underground. It was BAD, for all of them, the fact that Sans isn’tgetting counselling too just feels…not right.

You’re not sure how to express your thoughts withoutsounding pushy or like you’re trying to say you know what’s best for them, soyou decide you probably shouldn’t say anything

Papyrus is too sharp for you, though. “No, I Agree, I WouldLove For Him To See A Therapist, Too. It’s Really Helped Me, It Would Be NiceIf He Could…. But Also…He Has His Reasons For Not Going. I Thought He Was BeingStubborn At First, But His Reasons Are Actually Good Ones. …Would You BeSatisfied If I Told You It Was Private?”

“Of course!”

“Then The Reasons Are Private. But Don’t Worry Too MuchAbout Sans, He’s Almost As Tough As I Am! He’s Been A Lot Better Lately, EvenJust On His Own. Besides, He Has At Least Two Very Cool People Looking Out ForHim If He Needs It!”

That really does make you feel better. You share a moment ofsolidarity with Papyrus before you help him bring the food and dishes to thetable

Papyrus wakes Sans up by kicking the edge of the couch andyelling, “Sans, You Lazybones, Wake Up! Your Friend Is Over For The Very FirstTime And You’re Going To Spend It Snoring On The Couch?”

“nah, I can snore at the table, I’m versatile”

“You’re Impossible, Is What You Are, You Bipedal Snail!”

The bickering is a little jarring from how gentle andconcerned Papyrus was for Sans just a few minutes ago, but the affection inboth moments is obvious enough if you look for it. Little brothers, you thinkwith amusement.

Sans makes eye-contact with you and you feel like he’sprobably thinking the same thing. You share a smile and he shrugs and you allhead to the table for a delicious meal (Papyrus sets Buddy a place at the tabletoo, Buddy hops up into a chair and starts chowing down on his kibble, oh mygod that’s adorable, he eats with the family

At some point, Papyrus talks a bit about his job and thesubject of vacation time comes up—a coworker of his mentioned that she wasactually operating on NEGATIVE time-off and he really feels like that’s a thingthat doesn’t make sense

It’s weird to you too, the last vacation you had was, well,that week your boss MADE you take off, right when Sans had started

This is the first Sans is hearing of that story, “wait, sheMADE you go on vacation? like she told you you HAD to stay home for a week? ohmy god, that’s hilarious, that’s so you”

You can see the humor in the situation and laugh at yourselfa little, while Papyrus says they HE would NEVER take a vacation!

Wait, really? Never?

Not for ANY reason!

Sans chuckles. “you’re so intense, bro, it’s awesome.”

“…Well, now, I want to MAKE you go on vacation,” you admit.You recognize the hypocrisy—you certainly never really wanted to take time offwhen you had so much you felt you needed to do—but you feel like theseskeletons DESERVE a break or a trip or something. Sans especially, but youcould’ve guessed within a day of (really, actually) knowing Sans that he’dnever go anywhere if his brother wasn’t on board. “Isn’t there someplace you’dwant to go? Just to visit? Anywhere at all?”

“None Come To Mind! And I Certainly Wouldn’t Want To RequestTime Off For It!”

The beginnings of an idea start to hatch in your brain.

“You don’t work weekends, do you?”

“No!” Papyrus declares petulantly. “They Wouldn’t LET Me.And I Don’t Have Any Classes Either, Weekends Are The Worst! There’s Only SoMany Weeds I Can Pull In The Garden Until There Aren’t Any More Weeds To Pull,And The Best Soap Operas Are Only During The Week, Which Is Prejudiced Somehow,I’m Sure!”

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…And I guess that’s where I stopped outlining and started winging it again, and clearly there’s some bits I changed, added in more stuff, got rid of others because that’s just how it worked out as I was writing but obviously, y’know, that’s a pretty solid base to work off of. Once it’s this detailed, it’s still technically an outline but it’s not quite so much work to go from that to the finished product?

It’s like… instead of Brain –> Finished Chapter, it’s more like Brain –> base outline –> detailed outline –> Finished Chapter, and the steps in between really help me build up to it. Not as much pressure as flying blind like, “HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE BY THE TIME I’M DONE ‘CAUSE IDK WHERE I’M GOING,” if that makes sense? XD

Anyway, I hope this is helpful– or at the very least, interesting for you! ^^

[belovasangel]

Au Lait .4

Summary: Books turn into bullets, and Shawn finds himself reading more than he should be.

Pairing: Mob!Shawn x (fem)Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, blood, minimal swearing, angst!

Start from the beginning

Humans are territorial beings. We treasure the items that mean most to us, shielding them from damage and keeping the hidden memories behind them secret to just us. They become our world, and we as their protectors. From a childhood possession to a collectors item gifted by birthday, each of us has a special ‘thing’ that we would do anything for. 

That’s why finding your love, the other half, your soulmate, is such a beautifully terrifying thing. It becomes our ‘thing’, where we attempt to preserve the internal monologues we practice to keep them swooning and coming back. Love is one of those things that’s everywhere, yet it’s so difficult to find yourself. It’s why we buy wedding rings to give labels, saying that you’re reserved for one person. It’s because we’re addicted to having that one ‘thing’ to cherish and hold until death do thee part. 

What happens if that ‘thing’ gets damaged? What then?

Shawn never contemplated the likelihood of the situation he was about to find himself in. There he was, a few stores down from your bookstore, fixing his shirt in the shop window. It had just turned 6:45, and like always, Shawn was early. Maybe it was an anxious habit he did, coming moments earlier than expected. Or how he needed to be ready, and how being first to arrive gave him power. 

He was about to feel the opposite the moment you picked up the phone. As he hit your contact, and a few rings too late you answered, he sensed the issue. 

“Hey, princess, I’m-”

“Shawn, I need your help.”

Shawn turned on his heel, glaring at his reflection in the glass. Maybe he wore the wrong shirt, you always liked the maroon one instead of the green. “What? Are you okay, need a band-aid for your paper cut? What did you read today, Lord of the Rings again?”

“You need to... um, fuck, Shawn you can’t-”

He heard the phone clatter onto a surface, assumably the counter, and listened to your quick gasps and whimpers. Shawn began walking towards the store, seeing your street sign peek out. He quickly ducked to the cement sidewalk, looking inside through the glass. Shawn clenched his jaw, the screen on his phone near shattering.

“Pick up the fucking phone, Andrew, or so help me God.”

The man at the counter grabbed the phone, holding the gun firmly to your head as he spoke without wavering confidence. “What a pleasure it is to speak to you again, Shawn. Now, what did I say about messing around with my work?”

Shawn let out a growl, watching you shudder under the barrel of the pistol. He noticed how nice you looked, the soft curls of your hair framing your beautiful face. His heart ached, recalling your warning about his mafia and your bookstore. Your safe place.

“Once you get wrapped up in my business, killing my men and threating my family, it’s easy to get mixed up with the bastard that started it all. Forgive me for attempting to strike fear.”

Shawn began slowly stepping towards the door, attempting to steer clear of your vision. All he knew was that if you saw Shawn outside, his cover would be blown and someone would die. You.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t hurt your family, and all I did was put a few holes in your men. Water under the bridge, am I right? However, I never promised that I wouldn’t touch such beautiful,” Andrew paused, bringing his gun-clad hand to your hair, pulling gently on a curl with his thumb, “beautiful, woman. Say, does Shawn tell you about what he does?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling hot tears creep behind your eyes. The man, now knowing his name with a poison on your tongue, wiped a single tear with the gun. Andrew chuckled at the fear radiating from your pores, stepping away from the counter to turn towards the window. He set his gun down on a nearby bookshelf as he began to pace. “Get away from her, she has no business with me.”

Andrew clicked his tongue, stepping back to the door, and clicking the lock shut. “Aw, that’s cute. You think she’s empty-handed. Real fucking rich, Shawn. All she’s done is make you weak.” You looked over at the gun, realizing it was within reach. 

“Don’t you lay a fucking finger on her, Andrew.”

Another tear trickled down your face, as you focused on the pistol nearby. Shawn might not save you, there was virtually no way for it to happen. Andrew locked the door, and it was the only entrance Shawn knew about. Your knuckles gripped hard on the counter, slowly releasing apologies and pleas into the universe. “She’s making you cowardly, Mendes. You kill people! Sell drugs, murder families, take candy from fucking babies, yet somehow a damn nerd found a way to change your mind. You should have fucking killed me when you had the chance!”

I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry dad. You began slowly side stepping towards the edge of the counter, holding your breath after every centimeter. I’m sorry to the fish I didn’t feed when I was 5, I know you deserved the food but I was bored. Andrew didn’t turn around, eyes still trained on the window. I’m sorry to the plants I killed when I was 12, you were good cacti. You stretched your hand out to the shelf, giving an airy grunt. I’m sorry to my friends, you all gave me the courage to start this store. I will always appreciate what you did for me. A single finger reeled the handle of the pistol, relishing in the coldness of the metal.

“You don’t know shit about her, Andrew. All you know is her damn store, she was taught to read books, not loads rifles. She doesn’t know my life, she doesn’t know who the fuck you are! Do not get her involved. Get out before you’ll regret it.”

I am so, so fucking sorry Shawn. 

Your hand finally held the pistol. Letting out a deep sigh, Andrew turned around. He dropped the phone, and began striding towards your outreached arm. 

You taught me love. Patience. Dignity. The confidence that got me through my hardest days. I know you hated those bitter coffees at the cafe we met, yet you drank them every time. I learned that you loved Harry Potter, yet refused to read any other book other than sci-fi novels and Stephen King. You changed my world, turned these novels into reality. I owe you my mind, my heart, my life. 

You pulled back, holding the gun to your chest. He rounded the desk, grabbing your hands and began prying for the weapon.

I love you, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. And you’ll never know how truly sorry I am for that.

Pop.

End

[cardcaptorcoconut]

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card Arc Chapter 25 Translation

Happy July!  I hope everyone’s getting geared up for the second half of the year.

In that spirit, this is just a gentle reminder to anyone following this blog, but be nice to the people around you - both on and offline, in and out of fandom.  There’s no reason not to be and moreover, it’s a waste of your time and energy to dwell on negative things.  Daily life can be hard and that extends to the internet sometimes, but putting your energy into something constructive and positive instead of the opposite will make a huge difference and will make both you and those whose lives you touch much happier in the long run.  In short: What Would Sakura Do?

This month’s chapter is back to being low-key compared to last month’s cliffhanger, but without giving too much more away, I will say that you should grab a tissue box beforehand.

Also, some sad news, but unfortunately there will be no new chapter next month.  Chapter 26 will be out in the October issue of Nakayoshi (available in September).

Special thanks to @meimi-haneoka for proofreading!

And to everyone from the discord group - thank you guys so much for everything up to now. I will still be around, so don’t be a stranger!  Message me anytime and if we haven’t already friended each other, just poke me and we’ll fix that! ;)

☆★Translations Notes Reminder★☆ 

Disclaimer: These are just fan translations. Please support the official release.

Chapter 25

Cover Page: “I will protect Sakura and the cards.”

[EDIT: Also possibly “I will protect Sakura with the cards.”]

P1 Narration: This story took place not that long ago.

[Lit: This story didn’t take place all that long ago.]

Narration:  In a certain (land), there was a clan known as the “Most Ancient Sorcerers in Europe” whose bloodline (endowed all of its members with magic). Narration:  Everyone born into this family (possessed magical ability).

[Lit: …this family could use magic.]

Narration:  The power to fly through the sky, the power to search for things, the power to teleport, the power to speak with animals, the power to instantly erase (things). Narration:  Each and every member of the family had a special ability, and they were all masters of their crafts.

P2 Narration:  It was into that family that a young girl was born. Narration:  Everyone in the family eagerly anticipated what kind of magic the girl would be able to use. Narration:  When she’s old enough to (walk), what (shapes will her techniques take)? When she’s old enough to speak, what incantations will she recite? Narration:  But… even as she grew into a lovely child and began to walk, she couldn’t use any magic at all. Magician 1:  What is the meaning of this? Magician 1:  Every one (of us) has shown some sort of magical talent before learning to walk at the latest...

[Note: From this page on, it’s hard to tell which magicians are saying which lines, so I added the numbers as I saw fit, but there’s no real way to tell who’s who.]

P3 Magician 2:  She must be able to use incredibly powerful magic.  (It must be that) she can’t command it while she’s still so young. Narration:  The family waited. Narration:  However more time passed, and even when she had reached the age where she could read… Magician 1:  I can’t sense any magical ability. Magician 1:  There isn’t a single trace of magic inside of this child. Magician 2:  There’s no way! Magician 3:  That’s not possible. Magician 4:  So, she’s not able to use any magic… Narration:  Everyone in the family was in disbelief.  How could someone with the same blood running through them possess no magic?

P4 Magician 2:  How can this be? Magician 3: Her father and mother have some of the most outstanding abilities in our clan. Magician 4: For their only child to… Magician 4:  …not to be able to use magic.

P5 Magician 1:  The elder sisters of the Li Clan in Hong Kong don’t have magical talents, but I’ve heard that the youngest son possesses fantastic ability. Magician 2:  How is that? Magician 3:  What does it mean? Magician 1:  It seems the current Head of the Li Clan intends to have that youngest son as their successor. Magician 4:  (Such is) Clow Reed’s family lineage… Magician 5:  To fall behind to the Li Clan is… Magician 5: …(unthinkable).

[Lit:  …unforgivable.]

Magician 2:  Our clan’s pride is on the line.

P6 Narration:  Already without her parents and with no one of a younger generation in the clan, there wasn’t anyone close in age to her around. Narration:  The girl longed for someone to play with, she longed for someone to talk to. Magician 2:  (She’s) the only child (we have) who is the same age of the Li Clan’s next leader, yet she’s incapable of using magic. Magician 3:  And for her not to be able to use even the (simplest of spells)…

[Lit: …even simple magic.]

Narration:  No one in the clan would (acknowledge) this girl who had no magic.

[Lit: No one in the clan would speak with the girl who had no magic.]

P7 Magician:  (It’s absurd that) she can’t become a sorcerer.

[Alt: I can’t believe that she can’t become a sorcerer.]

Narration:  As she grew, they would check to see if she had developed even a little magical power or not. Narration:  However, those were but “questions” and not “conversations.” Narration:  And as expected, the girl could not use magic.

P8 Narration:  Upon seeing her family’s disappointed faces and demeanor, the girl felt very guilty and remorseful. Narration:  And (from then on) she was always alone. Narration:  However, the girl loved books. Narration:  She was very good at remembering the languages and scripts of various countries.  Reading books made the girl feel happy. Narration:  Even if no one would listen to her, even if no one would pat her on the head…

P9 Narration:  The stories in the books and the characters in the stories are always by her side. Narration:  They smile with her.  They cheer her up. Narration:  Books are the girl’s beloved, cherished friends. Narration:  But… in truth…

P10 Akiho:  …(I’m) lonely. <Akiho wakes up> Akiho:  It (was) a dream. Of the past. <Akiho picks up Momo>

P11 Akiho:  Now I have Momo with me. Akiho:  And Kaito-san. <Akiho looks at her book and smiles>

P12 Akiho:  And… everyone I’ve met (since) coming here too. Momo:  That’s right, Akiho. Momo:  Don’t forget that there are people who will (stay) by your side now.

[Note: The Japanese here is 「今のあなたには 一緒にいてくれる人たちがいることを忘れないで」- the first part could also possibly be interpreted as “…will stay by your side as you are now”]

Momo:  And at “that time” too…

P13 <Sakura wakes up crying> Kero: What’s wrong? Are you in pain?

[Lit: Do you hurt somewhere?]

Sakura:  Alice… was crying.

P14 <Sakura goes downstairs> Fujitaka: Good morning, Sakura-san. Sakura: Morning, dad. Fujitaka: <alarmed> Your eyes are red. <Sakura rubs her eyes> Sakura:  I’m fine!

P15 <Fujitaka looks at her worriedly> Sakura:  …… Sakura:  I had a dream. Fujitaka:  A scary dream? Sakura:  No, it was a sad dream. Sakura:  (In the) dream, even though (she was) lonely and crying, I couldn’t do anything.

P16 Fujitaka:  (Have you heard of) lucid dreams?

[Lit: Do you know lucid dreams?]

Sakura:  Lucid? Fujitaka:  It’s when you (realize) that you’re dreaming while you’re (asleep).

[Lit: It’s when you know that you’re dreaming while inside of the dream.]

Fujitaka:  (It’s said that) when you know you’re dreaming, you can change the dream to make it go how you want it to. Sakura:  That’s amazing! Can you do that too, dad? Fujitaka:  (Well) no, it’s fairly difficult, but...

P17 Fujitaka:  If you happen to have another sad dream… Fujitaka:  (See if you can’t) change the dream by making the person who’s sad smile. [Alt:  I hope you can change the dream by…]

P18 Sakura:  …Okay. Sakura:  Um, dad… About what I asked (permission) for before… <Scene changes to later; the doorbell rings> Sakura:  Coming! Sakura:  <to Akiho> Welcome!

P19 Akiho:  Hello! Sakura:  I’m sorry to have called you over so suddenly on our day off. Akiho:  I’m happy (that you did)!  What did you need? Akiho:  I hope that I’ll be able to help. Sakura:  I just really wanted to see you. Akiho:  Sakura-san… Sakura:  And also, two promises.

P20 Akiho:  Is it okay like this? Sakura:  Yeah, that’s fine. Sakura:  Peel the potatoes and heat them in the microwave.  Then, mash (them up). Sakura:  Finely chop the onions, add the ground meat, and when it’s mostly cooked add in the potatoes. Akiho:  And mix them (together), right? Sakura:  Yeah!  Can you do that for me, Akiho-chan? Akiho:  Yes!

P21 Sakura:  Season it. Sakura:  I’ll make the breading. Sakura:  Put in the breadcrumbs and olive oil, or rice-bran oil is tasty too. Sakura:  Toast them on a low flame until they’re a nice color. Sakura:  And then, let them cool down and spread the toasted breading in plastic wrap. Akiho:  These are a good color too. Sakura:  On the potato, ground meat, and onion you mixed for me… Sakura:  …we coat it with some beaten egg… Sakura:  And then into the breadcrumbs in the plastic wrap.

P22 <Sakura shapes the croquette> Akiho:  It’s cute! Sakura:  Let’s (make) them together. Akiho:  Okay! Sakura:  Bake them in the oven.

P23 Sakura:  And (we’ve got) no-fry croquettes!

[Lit:  And the no-fry croquettes are complete!]

Sakura:  I thought that making something fried all of the sudden would be a little scary, and this way we’re only using a little oil. Akiho:  Is it okay if I dig in? Sakura:  Of course! Sakura & Akiho: Let’s eat. <Both take a bite>

P24 Sakura & Akiho:  It’s delicious! Sakura:  (You can) make these for Kaito-san too, okay? Akiho:  Kaito-san seems like he’s kind of tired recently…

P25 Akiho:  He’s always smiling like usual, but I can tell somehow… Sakura:  I hope that eating (your food) perks him up.

[Note:  Sakura doesn’t say “your food” here, but that’s the implication.]

Akiho:  …Yeah. <Scene changes to Kero and Yue talking online> Yue:  How is it going? Kero:  They’re (having a good time) cooking together and are taste testing right now. Yue:  (Do you feel anything?)

[Lit: Is there any presence?]

P26 Kero:  Nothing at all. Kero:  As we thought, Akiho doesn’t have any magic. Yue:  …Our mistress had a dream this morning and was crying, right? Kero:  Yeah… Yue:  I will go. Kero:  Where to?

P27 Yue:  I’m going to speak with Li Syaoran. Narration:  At last, Yue makes a move…!!

<To be continued in the October issue of Nakayoshi, on sale in September>

[obwjam]

Chapter 4? Already???

a/n: just as promised, part 4 is here super duper quick! despite trying to keep the word count down, this one is close to 3,000. but i have to get the setup out of the way so we can get to the real good shit. thank u all as always for the compliments and kind words, i cherish each and every one of them ❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

taglist: @nightmarejasmine 

Peter was fast and agile, but there was so much junk on the table that all Tony needed to do was place his hand in front of Peter’s path and the other behind it, walling him in.

“No, NO!” Peter shrieked, his head on a swivel as he desperately tried to find a way out. He began running toward a slight opening near where Stark’s two hands almost touched, but he realized too late that’s exactly where he wanted him to be. His massive fingers suddenly curled up, taking Peter with them. He desperately kicked and punched, trying to squirm free of Tony’s grasp. His fingertip pressed into Peter’s back, almost crushing all the air out of him. Peter let out a small cry with what remaining breath he had, his white-knuckled hands punching Tony’s fingertip even harder now.

Suddenly he was released, tumbling down to the center of Tony’s palm. He landed on his hands and knees, gasping for air. Clumps of his brown hair were drenched in sweat.

Bruce was stunned. No, astonished. He could barely believe he was staring at a real-life Borrower. He wanted to feel sympathy, but his mind instantly went to all the tests he could perform.

“Tony…” Bruce stammered, staring at the Borrower. The poor guy looked to be no more than 15 years old. “Tony, how long—”

“A few months,” he replied lowly, keeping his eyes on Peter the entire time. God, the kid was going to hate him.

“A-and how—”

Tony shot him a look and Bruce pressed his lips together, not daring to press on with his question.

Bruce couldn’t look away. He could see him shaking in Tony’s palm. He pulled his knees to his head and buried it between his legs, skin pale and moist with sweat.

Great, I’m horrifying as the Hulk AND regular Bruce Banner now.

“Does… does he have a name?” he asked, leaning in slightly.

“It’s Peter.”

Peter cringed and shut his eyes when Tony said his name, salty tears stinging as he squeezed them tighter. How could he betray him like that? He didn’t even try to protect him! First Pepper, and now an Avenger—and an unstable one at that. What if he Hulked out right now? He wouldn’t last five seconds. Why didn’t Tony ever listen to him?

“Hey,” Tony said, shaking his hand a bit to snap Peter out of it. He didn’t want Bruce to know that snapping his fingers was his way of calming Peter down.

Out of pure anger, Peter looked up at Tony. He didn’t want anything to do with him right now, or ever again. Tony, completely taken over with guilt, could see the fire burning in the Borrower’s eyes.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself,” he ushered, trying to push the image of the hatred that engulfed Peter’s eyes out of his head for now.

Peter turned his attention to Banner, whose look of pure awe was almost amusing. Yeah, like you have anything to be shell-shocked about right now.

His lower lip quivered as Banner continued to stare, unsure of what to say.

“Uh… hey buddy. M-My name’s Bruce Banner,” the doctor offered. The Borrower said nothing.

“I—I work with Tony around the lab and—” he cut himself off. “Well, I guess you probably know that.”

Peter stared out toward the ground, now ignoring Bruce entirely. How could he do this to me?

“C’mon, kid, don’t be rude,” Tony mumbled. “Say hi.”

Bruce felt awful. He could practically feel the tension that was buzzing in the short amount of space between them.

“Tony, it’s okay, really,” Bruce said shyly. “He-he looks like he needs space.”

Peter swallowed as another tear trickled down his cheek. He wanted to say something, but his lips refused to part. Suddenly, Tony’s phone went off. It was Pepper.

“I, uh, I gotta—here, why don’t you—” he started to hand Peter off to Bruce before realizing how stupid that was. “Here, kid, just…” he tilted his hand and dropped Peter off on the table, “…stay here. And play nice.”

With that, Stark stepped out of the lab, calmly bantering with Pepper.

Peter was frozen. He’s probably going to start running tests on me. Oh man, he better not use that goddamn ruler to measure me. What if the Hulk comes out just to scare me? What if Dr. Banner starts dissecting me before Tony came back?

Bruce’s heart sank once he saw the anxiety painted on Peter’s face. “Hey, listen, I-I know this is probably very weird. I—I’m just as weirded out as you are,” he said with a chuckle that quickly faded when he realized how terrified Peter really was. He cleared his throat and suddenly realized that the only times Peter must have seen him were either in the lab or as the Hulk. No wonder he was so scared.

“But, uhm, I-I’m not going to hurt you. You know that, right?”

No response.

Bruce sighed, taking in just how small the being in front of him was. The miscellaneous pieces of tech and scrap metal on the table must look like mountains to him. His mind went back to the glove, which he remembered he was still holding. He inspected it again, truly wondering how anything could fit their hand into that. He looked down to Peter, who was curled up impossibly tight.

“H-hey, do you want this back?”

He carefully moved his hand down next to Peter. He slowly looked up and scooted back when he saw the hand approaching him, but stared when he saw the glove sitting on his skin. He looked up at Bruce, who was giving him an encouraging smile, and slowly moved over to the giant’s hand. Bruce shuffled his hand a bit, bouncing the glove to the edge of his hand. Peter picked it up, slipping it on and letting out a deep sigh when the mechanics began to whir.

Bruce looked to the doorway of the lab. Still no Tony.

“Did… did you make that yourself?” he asked.

Peter gave a small nod, which Bruce was not expecting.

“Are you serious?” he blurted out. Peter shot him a hurt look, but Banner quickly backtracked.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. That’s really impressive. What does it do?”

Peter took a second, wondering if he should actually humor him. What if this was just a trap? What if Bruce snatched him up while he was in the air and did horrible things?

Or, what if he really wanted to see what he made? This could be your chance, Peter, he thought. To prove yourself.

He stuck his hand up and pointed it at the nearest piece of scrap metal. In a flash, he heard the familiar plop sound as he attached himself to the object. He had been practicing with Tony, who showed him ways to essentially scale things like a spider. He crawled up, using his old paper clip and string hook to swing from object to object until he reached his destination—the peak of a makeshift metal mountain, something Tony had set up for him to practice his skills. He stumbled upon landing, but gathered his footing and nervously looked up at Banner. His mouth was slightly agape, blinking a few times before he said anything.

“…Wow,” he breathed. “That’s… incredible.”

Peter tried his hardest not to smile.

“So, it’s electromagnetic?”

Peter nodded. “Basically, I can latch on to anything and climb it.”

Bruce was a little surprised to hear him speak—not just because his voice was high-pitched and cracked quite a bit, but because he didn’t think it was physically possible to hear something so small from where he was.

“How did… how did you learn to make something like this?”

Peter shrugged, pretending like that didn’t just insult his intelligence. “B-Borrowers are really good at building things. M-Mr. Stark just helped me out with the wiring a bit.”

Bruce almost laughed at Peter calling Tony “Mr. Stark,” but hims mind quickly bounced back to what he had just seen. He figured that Borrowers’ stealth and agility were off the charts, but he never considered the possibility of them being expert craftsmen. His mind began to wonder just how good this kid was.

Bruce looked back down to Peter, who surprisingly wasn’t sulking or looking away. His tiny arm was outstretched, holding the glove in his miniscule fingers.

“Y-You can take a closer look at it,” he said shakily, “I-If you want to.”

Instead of taking the glove back, though, Bruce extended his hand out, silently offering for Peter to climb on. Peter’s brain was firing the command to oblige, but his limbs stayed put. Instead, he just dropped the glove back in his hand and slid down the metal mountain back to the table.

Oh god, I’m patronizing this kid. He’s like a mini-genius and I’m patronizing him, Bruce huffed to himself, inspecting the glove once again.

He took another long look at it, sincerely surprised that the kid made it himself, not Tony.

“Oh, SHIT!”

Peter whipped his head up.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Peter’s stomach churned. What was going on?

“Oh man, there’s no way I can tell this to Clint.”

Wait. Clint. As in… Hawkeye?

“He won’t believe me—”

His thoughts were cut off by Tony re-entering the room, muttering something about sleazy corporations under his breath. Peter turned away.

“Tony.”

Oh, this can’t be good.

“Tony, I-I hate to break this to you, but Clint is—”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s being a pain in my ass, what else is new?”

“No, Tony, you don’t understand. He asked me to come down here and find out what you were hiding.”

Silence.

“A-and now that I know, I-I can’t just lie to him! He’d see right through me! B-but I can’t tell him… I can’t show him…”

Bruce’s heart was racing as he simultaneously played out scenarios in which he turned Peter over to Clint or lied straight to his face. Neither of them sat well with him, and he began to sweat.

“Woah, woah, take it easy,” Tony said, knowing exactly what was about to happen to his friend next. “We don’t want to startle the kid.”

“I’m sitting right here, you know,” Peter mumbled under his breath.

Bruce did some of his breathing exercises before pulling a stool over. He banged his elbow on the table and rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, completely ignoring Peter and doing exactly what Tony told him not to do.

“Oh, man, this is bad,” Bruce mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

Tony stared at Peter, who locked eyes with him for a moment before quickly looking away.

“Why don’t you just show him the suit?”

Both Bruce and Tony were shocked to hear Peter offer that suggestion.

“Kid, I’m not going to just give him your stuff,” Tony shot back.

Peter ignored him and looked straight at Bruce, who was watching his every move intently.

“T-Think about it. If you just tell him that you’re working on a bunch of mini suits—”

“The absurdity of that alone would be enough to convince him,” Bruce finished. Peter nodded, happy that someone could finish that sentence for him.

“Tony, that’s not a bad idea.”

Tony thought about it. While he was sure Clint had never even heard of a Borrower, he didn’t want to give him any evidence that might make him think otherwise. But there was no way Clint would believe anything he had to say. And Banner was a terrible liar.

Tony sighed. “Alright, Brucie. But I swear, if he gets his clammy little hands anywhere near that suit, I’m going to use his arrows as toothpicks.”

 It was a silent few hours. After Bruce left with the suit, promising Peter he’d be back tomorrow to talk with him more about it, the Borrower couldn’t bring himself to even look at Tony. He liked Bruce and admired his kindness and the way he didn’t treat him like he was helpless. But he felt helpless. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Tony’s giant hands reaching out for him. His towering fingers nearly pinning the life out of him without him even noticing. His chest squeezed every time he thought about it; about how powerful Tony was compared to him, even when he was trying to be gentle. The thought of Tony doing whatever he wanted with Peter when he got nervous made him shudder; he didn’t want to think about it anymore. With no glove or suit to play with, Peter resorted to trying to make a device to replace his string and paper clip to distract himself.

Tony knew Peter was upset. The kid hadn’t even looked at him since the incident, and he knew better than to try and immediately fix things. He was hoping the kid would come around, but after two hours of silence, he couldn’t take it.

“Kid, you gotta give me something.”

Peter kept tinkering.

“C’mon, Peter, you can’t keep quiet forever.”

Suddenly, Peter shot him a look, as if to say Try me.

Tony let out an exasperated breath, plopping down onto a chair as he continued his work.

“Why did you grab me like that?”

Tony had no answer.

“How would you feel if a giant person just reached down, a-and snatched you up like you were nothing? How would you feel if those giant fingers just pressed into you and pushed all the air out of you?” His voice was starting to crack. “If you had to sit there helplessly and wonder what was going to happen to you next? How would you feel?!”

Tony felt a pang in his stomach as he closed his eyes, rubbing his temples lightly.

“Shit, kid, did I…?”

Peter nodded angrily.

“Shit,” Tony mumbled into the palm of his hands. “Fuck!”

Peter looked at him almost sympathetically. At least Tony wasn’t taking this lightly.

“Kid, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Peter snorted. “Well, I’m glad you feel upset for nearly crushing me. But what about what you did in the first place? Showing me to Bruce Banner?”

Tony frowned. “Bruce is gentle and all that junk. Isn’t that what you want?”

“You don’t even understand!” Peter was shouting now. “Yeah, but his alter ego isn’t! A-and it doesn’t even matter how nice he is! I don’t want to be shown around like I’m some sort of collectable. I’m my own person and I’m 15 years old and I-I think I deserve to have my feelings taken into consideration.”

Peter was breathing heavily, scared that Tony would get upset at him. He flinched when Tony started to move, but relaxed when he saw he was just folding his arms on the table so he could rest his head on top. Slowly, Peter took a seat near Tony, staring out at the wall with him.

“Kid,” his hot breath hit Peter like a tsunami, “I care about you. Probably more than you realize.”

“Then why would you—”

“Ah-ah! Let me finish. Every day I have to go upstairs and act like you don’t exist. I can’t tell anyone about the things we build or the things I learn from talking to you. It kills me that I have to pretend you aren’t a part of my life.”

Peter was stunned.

“I snapped because you’re important to me. And Bruce is one of the only people who likes me enough to stick around and I couldn’t just lie to his face.”

He gave Peter a chance to respond, but he wanted to keep listening.

“I… I don’t understand what you’re going through. And I’m not going to forgive myself for hurting you like I did. But you gotta give it a chance, Peter. Give me a chance to make you a real part of my life instead of this… hiding around nonsense.”

Tony’s limbs were jelly from that much emotional confessing. He was looking straight at Peter, whose back was turned to him. He couldn’t believe getting the cold shoulder from a three-inch-tall teenager was eating him up as much as it was. Is this what it was like having kids?

He waited a few minutes for a response before deciding that was enough vulnerability for the day.

“Well, kid, if you need me, I’ll—”

He felt a tug at his sleeve.

“Wait.”

He sat up straight now, eyebrows raised.

“I really don’t wanna meet more people. Not yet. But… but I guess I’d like to see what the rest of this tower looks like. Maybe even what the Avengers talk about when they hang out.”

Tony suppressed a smile. That was a good start.

[qvestchen]

Juice Cartons // Jaeyong NCT : Chapter Four

Summary: Taeyong has never been jealous of anyone but lately, he can’t seem to get rid of the nagging spike of jealousy he feels whenever Jaehyun spends time with someone else. And as he often reminds himself, it’s not even as if they are dating. But maybe, just maybe, Taeyong could change that.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

Juice Cartons // Jaeyong NCT

Chapter 4: you look like a zombie

“Dude, you so dead now.” Haechan messaged him.

Jaehyun was stumped. He had seen Taeyong’s abrupt exit and had felt slighted after being refused to accompany him but how was any of it his fault? He nudged Ten. “What just happened?”

“Huh?” Ten murmured, not even making an effort to tear away his gaze from Johnny’s face.

“Ten, some help here?”

“W-what?” Ten finally asked.

“I’m going to the washroom.”

“Okay.”

Jaehyun repeated pointedly. “I’m going to the washroom.”

“So? Oh, secret meeting time. I see. You go first, I’ll follow.” He winked, conspiratorially.

When Ten came to the washroom, Jaehyun was pacing around. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know. Did you?” Ten replied. “Is it the food? Are you feeling sick?”

“I am asking about Taeyong. Ten, pay attention.”

“Oh, that. Didn’t he say he has to write some lyrics? Don’t be so clingy, Jae. He needs to finish songs for the comeback.”

He nodded, slowly. “Yeah, he must be stressed. I wish he had let me walk him home though.”

“Oi, you guys didn’t call me for the meeting!” Winwin walked in, looking mildly pissed off. “Didn’t we agree I am the brains here?” He turned towards Jaehyun. “And as for you, what the hell? You should have followed him.”

Jaehyun looked downcast. “He clearly told me not to. You didn’t see his face. He didn’t want me with him.”

“You’re so dense. One of these days, someone else is going to whisk Taeyong off his feet and then, you’ll be the one to blame. Let me tell you right away, all I’ll offer you is a box of tissues and an I-told-you-so.”

Ten stepped in between them. “Guys, guys. This is getting too hot. Let’s just—”

“Winwin-ah, what’s happening?” Yuta waltzed in with a smile. “Are you all planning something?”

“No, Jaehyun is just being an idiot and Ten isn’t helping!” Winwin said. “Let’s go finish dessert.” He took his hand and walked out.

“Wait a sec, why am I getting blamed?” Ten groaned.

Jaehyun was relieved when they finally decided to call it a day and headed back to the dorms. He made a point to follow Johnny to his room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Taeyong so he could gauge the problem but the lights were off. He was asleep, already. So much for finishing lyrics.

He decided to wait till morning. However, confused thoughts kept plaguing him and when he heard someone moving around in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning, he got up from bed, his eyes puffy from lack of sleep.

“T-Taeyong hyung.”

Taeyong was picking up some shopping bags and he nearly jumped with surprise at hearing his name. “Oh, it’s you.” He looked at Jaehyun’s tired eyes. “Tough night?”

“Are you heading out?” Jaehyun asked quickly.

He nodded. “Going to the grocery store and if the bakery opens by that time, I’ll order Jaemin’s cake.”

“I’ll come along,” Jaehyun said, hurriedly.

Taeyong shook his head. “You look tired. It’s still early. Go catch some sleep.”

Jae felt something drop inside his heart. He watched Taeyong step out of the door and rubbed his eyes, pushing away his hair. Why do you keep walking away? He was pouring himself a glass of water when he suddenly remembered Winwin’s words.

Taeyong was stepping out of the building wondering if he had been right to reject Jaehyun’s offer yet again. He told himself, until you get a grip over your feelings, you should watch how you behave in front of him. You don’t want him to feel unco—

“Taeyongie! Wait up.”

His eyes widened as he turned around.

This seeing Jaehyun in the early morning sunlight really wasn’t good for his heart. How was his poor heart supposed to survive this rush of feelings, this exhilaration and pure happiness that he felt whenever he saw him?

I’m dreaming. This is a dream. Of course, it’s a dream.

However, Jaehyun’s voice forced him to take stock of the very real scene. He was heaving from having run downstairs but he smiled when he said, very decidedly, “I’m coming along.”

Taeyong couldn’t help but smile back, forgetting all the promises he had made himself last night. “Come on, I’ll buy you some of your favourite grape juice.”

Jaemin’s surprise birthday party was in full swing and after ages, Taeyong felt happy and content, sitting sandwiched between Jaehyun and Johnny. They were all playing a very Haechanized version of Charades which basically meant a lot of suggestive, inside jokes along with the poor acting out of clues.

He leaned his head on Jaehyun’s shoulder, cherishing his carefree laughter. Closing his eyes, he could pretend it was just the two of them. The pain behind his ribs seemed to subside and the day’s tiredness made his eyelids heavy. He was drifting off to sleep when he felt the slightest touch of a hand caressing his hair softly.

A burst of Chenle’s laughter forced him to open his eyes and he straightened up slowly. He sneaked a glance sideways but Jaehyun was looking ahead with an impassive smile, following Jungwoo’s clues, but his arm remained behind Taeyong’s neck, cushioning him, fingers playing with loose strands of his hair, almost subconsciously.

Later, after a painful game of Yaja time, they were still on the couch and Jaehyun said, “You should sleep well. You look really tired.”

“Have you seen yourself?” Taeyong joked. “You look like a zombie, an aristocratic zombie but still.”

Jaehyun laughed. “I was going for the look.”

They fell into a silence that was easy to begin with but became increasingly excruciating. Taeyong cleared his throat. “I’d better clean up before someone steps into that bowl of half-eaten ramen.”

Jaehyun grabbed his hand and pulled him back. “Kun will do it, chill.”

“Yeah,” Taeyong said, hoping to keep the nervous tremor out of his voice.

“I was thinking…”

Taeyong nodded, urging him to go on.

“About the pending dinner, you want to go tomo—”

Taeyong’s phone rang shrilly. He squinted at the screen and his expression lit up. “Give me a sec.”

Jaehyun let out a breath, watching him walk out on to the balcony.

“So…” Ten said, making a beeline for the space vacated by Taeyong. “I see someone getting all touchy-feely.”

Jaehyun blushed. “Go to hell, Ten.”

“And put Satan out of business? I’ll pass, thanks,” he said. “But enough about me. Am I seeing things or were you making a move finally?”

“I was just lending some support to a friend who was tired,” Jae replied, averting his eyes.

Ten quirked an eyebrow. “Really? Well, I am tired too. Lend me some of that support too.” He laughingly tried to lean on Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Yeah, come here. Let me give you some support.” Jaehyun lunged at him, both of them laughing.

“Ten, did you see my camera? I can’t find it,” Johnny called out from a corner of the room.

Ten groaned. “Didn’t you just have it in your hands? Wait, let me find it.”

Taeyong slipped back. His tiredness had gone and he was smiling as he texted someone rapidly.

“You seem happy.” Jaehyun grinned. “Is it your Mom?”

“No, it’s Seungcheol,” he replied, happily. “Remember the Dispatch photoshoot we had? Some of them are meeting up over dinner tomorrow. Apparently, there’s this really good movie. I can’t believe they thought of inviting me!”

“Of course, they would invite you,” Jae said. “You’re amazing. They’re lucky to have you.” He watched Taeyong, eyes lit up with excitement, sending a slew of emojis on the groupchat. He realized with surprise how Taeyong must have really wanted friends. Being a leader sure took a lot of toll on people. He decided that he would ask him for dinner later. Seeing him happy was enough.

“So, you aren’t jealous?” Winwin asked him when he told him over breakfast the next day.

“Why would I be jealous? I’ve never been jealous in my life,” he said, a bit haughtily.

Winwin looked him over. “That’s good then. Jealousy is dangerous.”

Yuta came up to them. “Winwin-ah, did you seriously agree to watch a romcom with Taeil tonight? It’s anime night!”

Winwin turned to Jaehyun with a pointed look.

Taeil laughed from his room, evilly.

Next chapter: Coming soon! 

Notes: Everyone, put your hands up for soft jaeyong moments and our wise sage winwin too xD

And spot that Seungcheol cameo! Any Seungcheol/Seventeen stans out there?

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[sachi-pon]

free! dive to the future episode 10 liveblog/review thing

i appreciate anyone who is actually reading these weird liveblogs, hahahahahaha. i know that i kind of ramble on and on and on. hopefully you guys like my rambles!!!

my previous liveblogs:  (episode 1) (episode 2) (episode 3) (episode 4) (episode 5) (episode 6) (episode 7) (episode 8) (episode 9)

watch the episode here: http://www.crunchyroll.com/free-iwatobi-swim-club/episode-10-the-grab-start-of-hope-775641

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"it wasn't anything special," says albert. haha this reminds me of something i get annoyed by... i hate when a highly skilled artist says this after making an amazingly good-looking artwork!! they're like "this is just a quick 10-minute doodle. sorry it's so ugly," and yet, it looks waaaaay better than my artwork *sob* *sob* *sob*

okay, that's a nice shot of albert's gorgeous body <3333

makoto knows about odin??? aaaaah he's so smart!!!! lol i had no idea who odin was.

so albert is not an alien, but a god?!?!?! and... haru's mind has been torn apart?? ;__;

STUPID GUY!!!!! he asked everyone else to leave, but i think he should give a married couples exception for makoto to go talk to haru <3

rin and sousuke meeting again ^_____^

that shirt rin gave him is so kawaii, lol. i wanna see him wear it tho.

rin being a little embarrassed was so precious!!!

*dramatic pause* A SUCCESS!!!!!!! (yay!!!)

I HATE HOW THIS SHOW GIVES ME SO MANY FEELS, UGH.

rin isn't crying. he has pollen allergies that make his eyes watery, or something.

i know it was just a fist bump but it was the most romantic fist bump ever <33333

haru, come on, text makoto back pls ;__;

mako is so sweet, he apologizes when he did nothing wrong XD

just fyi, i am trying to watch this episode while eating and i keep forgetting to eat because i am too nervous lol

"i heard something from a friend..." uh, who?

massage?? =) =) =) sounds like a good idea to help haru =) *prays to kyoani writers to create this scene* PLEASE? ...PLEASE? ...PLEASE? ...PLEASE?

what happened to nao's eye? if this has already been revealed, then i forgot ^__^U

mako leans down while talking to masaki, that's a little detail i noticed that is so cute <3333

wait, we didn't find out who nao's "friend" was...

even ladybugs are attracted to makoto's awesomeness. hey if i were a ladybug, i'd land on makoto too.

mako's phone is vibrating. IT'S HARU!!!!! ... no, it's not =(

omg what??? congrats, rei!!! and to think, he didn't even like swimming.

i love how a dark cloud just randomly appeared behind rei lol

nagisa mentions how everyone is going to see each other in tokyo... omg, there's going to be a big reunion!!! =D i am so excited!! =D

haru suddenly becomes this magical fairy tale prince. okay, i'd watch that anime. XD

omg makoto looks adorable in that outfit. <3

"BKC NANASE" LOL WTF GOU. what is wrong with you. XDDDDD

hahaha makoto's facial expression is like "uhhhh this is kinda strange"

makorin date yaaaaay XD all right, to be honest, i kinda ship it. >////< like, not seriously, but like... kinda sorta. a little bit. they are cute together!!!

um, that thing is not cute at all. ^__^U

rin, how are you calling someone else weird when you have shark teeth????

makoto being so happy about sousuke's surgery is melting my heart... (but my heart has already been melted many times this season so i don't understand how it is still melting more and more...)

makoto (casually): oh btw, haru swam an IM. rin: *spits his drink out all over makoto* WAIT WHAT?!?!!?!??!?!?!? hahahahahaha

rin is so dramatic, like he is about to lead an army into battle. but he's just going to go with makoto to see haru. XDDDDD

whoa, haru looks mad o__o

hey coach... don't be so hard on haru!! it's not haru's fault that he lost to an alien god.

no, haru wasn't always this competitive. he is acting out of character...

haru's like "this is stupid, i'm outta here." lol.

there is really dramatic music during this casual conversation so it's kinda weird

"he doesn't listen to a thing i say." but that's because what you're saying is confusing and vague.

"i haven't looked at my phone in two weeks" huh??? how are you a young person in today's world who doesn't use their phone??? something is extremely wrong here. XD

hahaha i figured this would happen. makoto would explain things in a way haru would understand. of course haru understands mackerel, hahahahaha, makes sense to him!!!

i love how haru took a moment to think about what mako said. that was funny. ^__^

rin is like "good, i approve of this mackerel teaching method."

i can imagine that haru is pretty surprised to suddenly see rin appear out of nowhere!!! o__o

"i was swimming, but it didn't feel like i was swimming." huh???

soft piano music in the bg, awwww it's so cute.

huh? makoto heard what rin said, through the windows? either rin was talking very loudly or makoto has hearing superpowers. XD

"what can i do?" asks makoto. well, makoto, i have an idea. why don't you give haru a massage, like nao instructed you to do earlier in this episode????? come on!!! (okay, so maybe that's not exactly what nao said, but that's what i heard!!)

yes, mako knows haru well, but it's also true that he is good at reading people in general, not just haru. of course, haru is the person he can read most of all, but makoto can also read others.

wooooow that little part with haru taking off his swimcap and shaking his head as sparkling drops of water fall around him was one of the most magical moments of my life and i will cherish it forever.

"don't tell him that." makoto should totally tell him that. =P

i literally laughed out loud at the timing of haru (and rin) walking into the room. haru, you should have come in just a little bit earlier and then you would have heard what was just said about you that you weren't supposed to hear!! lol!!!

haru is so confused like "why is he a good coach? he's just annoying."

ugggghhhhh, makoto, you are not listening to me. -___-UUUU you are blatantly ignoring what i said. i said give HARU a massage. you've got the wrong person!!!! ;___;

misaki doesn't really know all the specific examples you're talking about, makoto... ^___^U

"i'm sure swimming with natsume-kun again will open your eyes, too." well, idk about that. i thought haru was the only one who has the power to give people epiphanies while swimming with them...

well this is awkward. misaki and natsume aren't happy to see each other =(

his goggles flew off??? i feel sorry for his eyes, then! XD but i guess this is the "opening your eyes" makoto was talking about hahahaha

awwwww that is so sweet. natsume was happy for just a second and then he held back because he didn't want to make misaki feel bad awwwww ;__; ;__;

...but misaki was a good sport and congratulated him anyway. okay, it's official: these two kids are extremely adorable!! =)

why is makoto so shocked that he helped misaki? that's kinda the entire point of his job. XD

makoto has a new dream!!!! he's so fired up and determined. aaaah i love him so muuuuuch <3333

aaaaaaand here comes the iwatobi crew. this will be fun!!! =D

ummm okay, that's it. the episode's over... i am sad because that was a fun episode to watch. i really liked it, and that's because this episode had a lot of makoto in it, so of course i'm going to like that. XD and i just loved seeing makoto discover some of his own strengths. he even figured out his new dream at the end. he's just so special!!!! he is someone who has a positive impact on other people around him, and that is so clearly seen. it makes a lot of sense that he wants to be a trainer. he knows how to bring out the potential in others, because he can understand their feelings and figure out the best way to challenge them and encourage them.

oh, and... as of now, it is a real, true, canon fact that makoto is good at massages, which is yet another thing that makes him more perfect. <333333 this is really important to me. no seriously, this is something that matters to me a lot. this is like if the writers had thought, "hmm. what can we make makoto do that would be the #1 most amazing wonderful thing that sachi-pon would love???" it's like they read my mind and are trying to appeal specifically to me!!! ^___^ this is exactly what i would have thought of... uh... i mean... already thought of. okay, i thought about this a long time ago. >///////< but now this has gone beyond my fangirl fantasy and is a real thing that exists in the actual show. XDDDD hooray!!!!!! *waves pom-poms like a cheerleader* now all i need is a scene of makoto using his massage skills on you-know-who, and i'll be fine. ^__^

yes, i do have a problem with being too addicted to makoto. no, i do not intend to see a doctor. i intend to live with this problem forever. <3

wait... were there other people in this episode too? i forgot about everyone else besides makoto. uh, oh yeah. there was haru. he was so sad after the loss, but i think he's starting to feel better now, so that's good. i was getting worried when he wasn't texting makoto. =( don't do that anymore, haru!!! ;__;

also, there was rin, and later, makoto, finding out about sousuke's surgery. both of them had such excited reactions!!! and yes, rin, you cried, admit it!!! (haha) but yeah, it just shows how much those two care about sousuke. i loved those moments!!!

i am so happy for the big reunion in the next episode. i think it's going to be a little crazy, but definitely a lot of fun!! and of course, rin and haru's big showdown. who will win?!?!?!? also, what about the mysterious alien god????? how can anyone defeat him? the only way to defeat him is for haru to... TURN INTO A MERMAN!!!!!!!!!! (yes, i am still talking about merman throughout this whole season)

[midoriyasbones]

11 and 14

11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you?

HOO!!! there are so many books and games and shows that have really impacted me both as a person and as an author. i’ll just go through some of them for ya!

1. the ‘gregor the overlander’ series is probably one of the greatest stories i’ve ever encountered. it talks about war, trauma, and genocide and other really heavy topics in ways a kid could really understand. it’s an unbelievably creative setting, and has some truly outstanding dynamic characters. it made me laugh and cry and i’ve really just fallen in love with it. it taught me a lot about human nature, and it taught me to really cherish my friends, and to work towards peace and avoid violence. i dont care how old you are, it’s an EXCELLENT read.

2. fullmetal alchemist!! i have all the manga books and i’ve rewatched fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood soooooo many times. i fuckign love that series. i love the characters, i love the story, i love the setting, i love akdjfhksjdhf EVERYTHING. i still live by arakawa’s saying ‘men should be buff and women should be vavoom’ ksdjhfskjhf love her. also, a lot of my favorite characters of all time are from that series, like riza and roy, olivier armstrong, hayes, izumi curtis, edward, alphonse, scar, wrath, adksjhfkajshdf and honestly even the minor characters really influenced me. that story just adskjfhakjdhf... it talks about racism, genocide, trauma, daddy issues... (man for someone who’s not into dark stuff i seem to like some dark stuff) and it really presents these issues and puts them into very well thought out perspective, and it forces you to THINK about it. there’s not just ‘good and evil’, it brings up gray morality!! also, it’s a very good narrative on the value of life and the finality of death and it’s just... and amazing read/watch, please go look into it NOW.

3. harry potter taught me to value bravery, and that it’s okay to be afraid. it taught me that the right thing is rarely the easy thing, and that love transcends life. it taught me to never drink what i can’t watch be made, that friendships can change your life, and to treat even those you consider less than you with kindness.

4. pokemon ranger shadows of almia is just skjfhgsdkjfgh I LOVE THIS GAME!! i know the story is ‘bland’ to some (fuck you) but it taught me to be a light in the darkness, and that anyone who says that they have a ‘dream energy’ but wont tell you what that dream energy is... should not be trusted.

5. pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of time, sky, and darkness with it’s AMAZING FUCKING SOUNDTRACK (yes bitch that does matter) made me feel like a hero! its story teaches you a lot about friendship and how even the littlest things matter. YOUR LIFE MATTERS FOLKS!!

6. pokemon super mystery dungeon... AGAIN KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK WITH THAT SOUNDTRACK. FUCKING KILLED ME WITH THAT PLOT TWIST. same morals as the previous mystery dungeon games, and i was in love with the bright, happy personality of my partner! be joyful!!!!! okay, but in reality this story has a message i think we all need to hear: you need to accept the darkness in the world and do your best to overcome it. to transform the world you have to change yourself. if you can accept that you’re not perfect and form then on work to become a better person that’s a huge step into changing the world whether you know it or not. the world is full of darkness, but you can be a light within it

7. the selection series. ugh. a part of me hates this series, but BIG FUCKING ROMANTIC SAP I AM!!!!! also loves it. there are parts that are very well done and parts that aren’t, and really the best thing to take away from this is 1. true love is the most inconvenient kind, and 2. if a PRINCE tells you ‘just say you love me and i’ll make you queen’ DONT PUSSY FOOT AROUND FOR THE GUARD WHO WAS TOO INSECURE FOR YOU AKJSHDAKSJHD!!! america, i’d die for you, but COME ON. also, i’d die for maxon he’s literally the best person ever and probably one of the greatest characters i’ve ever encountered. he’s not perfect, but i love him.

8. percy jackson taught me to leave no one behind, and that every life is valuable, and that sometimes there are things more important than being a god.

9. warrior cats... deep sigh. there’s just something about talking cats... and again, this is about being brave and doing the right thing.

10. avalon web of magic, and idk if anyone else read this, but i did when i was like 11 and i loved it. essentially it was a magical girl(s) story? it would’ve been better if they didn’t add so many extra things... i still loved it though... i’ve considered doing a voltron avalon au before KJASDakjsHD but yeah, this is a lot about how sometimes... things don’t go right. sometimes you’re going to do something horrible, but you need to forgive yourself. you messed up, that’s okay, strive to do better. another moral in this was about how sometimes your super power is loving your friends, and helping them to shine. and idk what the third character’s was... probably that shutting out grief will only make it worse, you were meant to feel.

11. naruto... KEEP YOUR WORD, WORK HARD, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, TRUST YOUR FRIENDS, YOU’RE GREAT!!!!!!!!

12. AVATAR!!!!! yes.... i love this series. it teaches you that sometimes you have to find your own destiny, and that you don’t have to destroy something to conquer it.

basically... i really love any story that’s kids overcoming great obstacles and becoming real heroes asjdfaskjdfh

14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?

diagnostic medicine, like dr. house!!

send me some cute asks!!!

[miss-wanderlustwriter]

The Sky (Part 2)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) x Reader

~2500 words

Let me know what you think, this is my first Billy fanfic!

Feedback, suggestions & requests all welcome ♥

Summary: So after meeting Billy Hargrove at Tina’s Halloween party, feeling a heated connection but not wanting to be sucked in and used by the arsehole, he seems to appear when you’re trying to avoid him, but it’s surprisingly easy to be around him. (Yeah so I’m rubbish at summaries.)

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

(Of course I don’t condone the actions of Billy at all in the show, but I’m intrigued by the character and let’s face it Dacre Montgomery is hot as hell, and such an amazing actor!)

Approaching the next week of school, I had one goal: avoid Billy Hargrove. I did not need him spinning round my head and confusing everything. It was already trouble enough with the Steve and Nancy situation. Which did not improve, they officially broke up.

Steve seemed to find a friend in Dustin, and Nancy and Jonathan went MIA, again. I know it’s something to do with the upside-down, but I knew the bare minimum (alternate universe = dangerous) and they had to promise not to get me involved unless absolutely necessary (Hawkins lab rules) which was fine by me.

So I tried to focus on my school work, I wasn’t the smartest kid in class but I wasn’t stupid. Since my friends were doing god knows what in the Upside-Down, I tended to spend most of my spare time in the library studying.

And then suddenly my time wasn’t spent on my own so much and my one goal flew out the window. Billy would acknowledge me in the halls and in the classes we had together, and he just showed up one day in the library.

“This seat taken?”

I looked up to see Billy freaking Hargrove standing next to my table. I rolled my eyes at him. “No. But I swear to God Billy don’t you dare start with your arrogance and shit pick up lines trying to get into my pants because it’s not going to work” I furiously whispered.

“Okay okay princess calm down, I come in peace,” It was his turn to roll his eyes at me. “I really just want to study, I need to pass this maths exam we have in a few weeks.”

My eyes narrowed at him but I really believed him. So I gave him a nod, he sat down on the other side of the table and we studied in silence. This became the norm over the next few days, which turned into weeks. He would sit with me, actually studying, and we just offered greetings and goodbyes. It was surprisingly comfortable with him around, even though I did get distracted by how devilishly handsome he was, especially when his brow was furrowed over a maths problem.

And so today was no different. Although the maths test was on Monday, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after then. My chest tightened at the thought that he wouldn’t be around anymore or bother with me, I kind of got used to his presence. He was actually quite pleasant and tolerable when he wasn’t being an arse.

“Hey there Princess.” I was brought out of my trance as he sat down in the chair closest to me today, this was new.  

“Oh hey.” As I focused back to my notes.

“You okay?” He asked with a little amusement in his voice.

“Me? Yeah I’m fine.” I said, looking back up at him.

A smirk was playing on his lips, it reached his bright blue eyes which were fixed on mine for a few seconds longer than necessary, before he looked down at his maths notes from today’s class. “Okay Princess.”

We worked in silence as usual until the bell rang signalling the end of lunch. “Hey,” Billy started as we stood up, “Can I err, drive you home tonight?” He actually looked quite sheepish, with one hand on the back of his neck.

I stopped and looked at him wide eyed, this was also new.

“Oh, yeah sure.” I automatically answered.

“Okay, see you later Princess.” He offered with a wink.

I tried my best to focus for the rest of the day but my mind was in over drive. What the hell. Billy wanted to drive me home. Why. Did this mean we were friends. Was he still just playing me like at the Halloween party. Only one way to find out.

When the bell rang at the end of the day I calmly, or as calm as I could muster, made my way across the parking lot to wear Billy was already stood leaning against his Camaro smoking a cigarette.

“Hargrove.”

“Princess.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname that for some reason seemed to have stuck since the party. “Come on I do have an actual name you know.”

“Yeah I know.” He flicked the cigarette stub away and raised an eyebrow at me, “Coming? Y/N.”

“Maybe.” I smirked as I climbed into his car, ignoring the stares I could feel on my back.

I heard him chuckle as got in the driver’s seat. Music started blaring out the speakers as he started the car up and I couldn’t believe my ears as we were driving out the parking lot, I loved Mötley Crüe and Kickstart My Heart was one of my favourites!

“I’m impressed Hargrove, you actually have good music taste!”

“What? You didn’t think I had good taste in music?! I’m hurt Princess, real hurt.” He mockingly shot me down.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay okay I’m sorry, forgiven?”

“Maybe.” He glanced sideways at me with that smirk creeping onto his face.

For the all too short journey we laughed, sang and threw banter back and forth like we’d been doing it forever. I was actually enjoying Billy Hargrove’s company; and especially his mixed tape.

We pulled up outside my house as Billy turned to me and put me under his intense stare.

“So, Tina’s having another party next weekend, I was wondering if you wanted to go? With me? As my date?” He smiles, so confidently, I can’t believe I actually nearly say yes. But a date isn’t like a ride home from school and I catch myself.

“Oh Billy,” I flash him my best smile and say “Don’t push it pretty boy; but this was fun, we should do it again some time.”  As I get out the car I slam the door shut and make my way up to my front door. Before I can take two steps I hear him shout “So you think I’m pretty then?!” And I just wave my hand in the air to dismiss him without turning around.

I was smiling to myself as I walked through the front door nearly straight into my Mom on the other side.

“Oh shit sorry Mom.”

“Hey sweetie, don’t worry,” She presses a kiss to my forehead, “I got called in for a shift at the hospital, I know I know it was meant to be my night off but they’re desperate.” She finished as I gave her a glare, she worked too hard at that hospital, but I knew they cherished her, she was one of the best nurses they had. I just wish she’d take more time to herself, but she’s always been that way, so caring.

I sighed, “Okay Mom, I know how much they need you, you’re the best.”

She smiled, “Anyways, what had you smiling like you had a secret just now?”

“What? Oh nothing.”

“Sure? Who was in the car that was driving off?”

“Just a friend,” Is he a friend?! “From school, gave me a ride home, it’s nothing.”

“Mhmm, okay sweetie, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And she left with a knowing look in her eye. Dammit, I was in for twenty questions the next time I saw her.

With Mom at work there thankfully won’t be any arguments tonight. Dad was out in the garage anyways, I’m pretty sure he lived in there more than the house when he wasn’t at work. He loved working on whatever he could get his hands on, mainly old cars he’d then sell on.

We had dinner together and he was back out there. I retreated to my room, with a glass of water and my book I was currently reading, The Hobbit, for about the fifth time. Yes I was in touch with my nerd side, I knew Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Will loved this stuff as well, it was one of the reasons I got on with them so well.

I did start to worry about them, and Nancy, Jonathan, Steve; but they have been flitting in and out of school so it can’t be that bad right. I hope they’re back soon, I’m really missing them, and in constant panic something terrible will happen. The only way I’ve been coping is throwing myself into school, and then Billy showed up into my life.

I could get lost in a book for hours, and tonight was one of those nights. Dad made me jump when he shouted ‘goodnight’ about midnight, I didn’t even hear him come upstairs. I put my book on my nightstand and changed into my grey sweat pants and a band t-shirt, AC/DC tonight, and settled into bed.

As I was drifting off to sleep I heard like a tapping noise, I dismissed it as a bird, but then it got louder and more frequent. Confused and disoriented I sat up in bed, trying to determine where it was coming from, and my drowsiness immediately vanished when I realised it was coming from my window.

I crept towards my curtains. Slowly pulling one to the side to peek out.

And what do I see, but Billy Hargrove standing on my lawn throwing rocks at my window; like some rugged, lost in time Romeo.

As soon as he saw me at the window I saw a grin spread across his face and he dropped the rest of the stones he was holding. I was frowning as I opening my window slightly. “Billy?! What the hell?” I was whisper yelling.

“Hey Princess.” Still smiling.

“What are you doing here, at this time?”

“I came to get you, you said we should have a drive again sometime, so you coming?”

I laughed to myself, as if this was happening right now, it was such a ridiculous situation. “Seriously? I didn’t mean in the middle of the night!”

“Why, got something better to do?” He replied.

“Yes, actually, it’s called sleep. You should try it sometime.”

“Can sleep when you’re dead right. Come on, it’s not like we have school tomorrow; and I just wanted some company.”

“And your first choice of company was me?” I asked shocked.

“No everyone else I tried was asleep.” He laughed as my eyes narrowed and I went to shut the window. “Yes you! Now get your cute ass down here!”

“Alright! Just keep your voice down. Jesus Christ.” I was technically already wearing clothes so I just grabbed my boots and my black hoodie, and since it was 1am I actually didn’t care what I looked like.

I crept down the hall, relieved to hear my dad snoring, down the stairs and out the front door to find Billy leaning against his car, still wearing what he’d worn all day: jeans, white t-shirt and denim jacket.

“About time.” Was all he said as I headed straight for the passenger door.

We set off and something he said earlier just hit me. “Wait, so you think I have a cute ass?” I asked, turning towards him, eyebrows raised.

He offered me one glance and a smirk, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” I said smugly and he just shook his head.

“Where are we going anyways?” I asked.

“Somewhere secret.”

“Oh god, you’re not kidnapping me to murder me are you? Please don’t do that.” I look at him with my best innocent puppy dog eyes, making him laugh, again. I found myself enjoying making him laugh, he wasn’t really one for smiling, but I could bring it out, and that made me feel good.

“Don’t worry, it’s more so that no one sees you looking like that.” He nodded towards my outfit.

“Hey! It’s 1o'clock in the morning Mr. I’m just gonna go wake Y/N up when I know full well she’ll be in bed. You would look no better.” I said in huff. My tiredness was obviously showing.

“I’m joking Y/N, you look… cute.”

I rolled my eyes, and shifted my gaze to out the window. We were pulling up by the lake, and I was momentarily shocked into silence by how beautiful it was. The sky was clear, the moon was so bright, illuminating the lake and when Billy killed the headlights the stars appeared; like someone had just blown a handful of glitter across the black canvas.

Without thinking I got out the car and couldn’t tear my eyes off the sky until I heard Billy clear his throat. I was brought back and saw he was sitting on the hood of the car leaning against the windscreen, he patting the hood next to him and I, rather ungracefully, slide onto the hood next to him. Our arms were inches apart, I made sure of that, but this setting, the way we were with each other, made me feel the electricity filling that space.

My gaze shifted upwards again. “Billy, this is beautiful. I love the sky.”

“I know.”

My head snapped to him to see he was already looking at me. “What do you mean you know?” “Tina’s party, the night I first spoke to you, when I found you again you were sat away from everyone just staring out at the sky.”

I blushed, hoping he couldn’t see in the limited light surrounding us. I was speechless. The aggressive bad boy Billy Hargrove may have actually just been incredibly sweet to me. He noticed something about me and remembered it, enough to bring me here, to a place where the sky was a work of art.

I let myself relax a little, still watching Billy. He looked… Calm and vulnerable. I nudge him gently with my arm “Hey, so what’s up, why did you bring me out here?”

He sighed and took a while to answer but I gave him the time. “Things are a bit, heated. At home.” He glanced to gage my reaction and I didn’t give anything away. “I’m out most nights, here or driving around listening to my music, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone.”

“And you ended up outside my window?”

“I’m just as surprised as you Princess.”

“Hmm…” I tried to stop the corners of my mouth from lifting.

“What?” His eyes shifted to mine as a slight frown appeared.

“Well, I’m just trying to get my head around the fact that the keg King himself actually wants to spend time in my company! First the library study hours and now drives to the lake in the middle of the night.” I triumphantly stated, trying to lighten the mood and take his mind off whatever was happening at home.

“Yeah well don’t push it pretty girl, I might not come get you next time.” But he couldn’t hold back his smile.

And then we were laughing, and we couldn’t stop. When I could finally breath enough to speak I offered my right hand out to him “Friends?”

He hesitated for a second before taking my hand and meeting my gaze “Friends.”

[lubdubsworld]

Tumblr Prompt ( Min yoongi * OC)

arranged marriage angst. okay, so Yoongi comes back by popular demand. let’s watch him struggle to win her back. okay... lights camera, action.

....Read the rest of the stuff here : 

Part 1         Part 2         Part 3       part 4

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Part 5/6

“This is one of the first pieces i designed. it’s called ,  Aeturnum. which is the Latin word for eternal. The necklace is made of sterling silver, something that has long been associated with magic . The stone used here is a ‘ Cat’s eye foiled cabochon. It looks like its holds the galaxies in it, doesn’t it? And it also looks so warm and full of love? and i thought, if anything is eternal, it’s the universe we live in. And the love that we fill it with...” 

I finished nervously , nodding at the applause. So far the room, filled with about 50 to 60 of the leading antique jewelry collectors in the country had been silent. they had reacted positively to most of the pieces. And I knew that this last one would be the most important. 

it would also be the most difficult . 

i took a deep breath. 

“People talk about recovery often. there are so many books describing how you can build yourself up. But no one talks about the fall. Because no one wants to relive it. “

I swallowed, taking a small sip of the water on the table. 

“A year ago, I thought i  lost something very.. valuable to me. i spent weeks trying to get it back. i wanted to go back in time and redo everything till i had that... thing again.  But funnily, what i never realized was that it had never been mine to lose.” 

I carefully shifted around, pulling the lever that would make the lots fall in place, revealing the extravagant necklace in lapis blue. The colors flashed bright in the dim lighting and i felt my heart lurch, as i remembered the tears i’d spilled, the broken syllables of his name just stuttering out without my permission as I slaved over that perfect cut. 

“this one is called fulgur which is latin for lightning. it describes the moment you lay your eyes on that special someone. it’s like you’ve been hit by a flash of lightning, something that has changed you forever. No matter how things work out, you’re no longer the person you were before you saw him/her. you’re changed , forever. it’s aquamarine, lapis lazuli and sapphire. ” 

I hesitated before grabbing the second lever. 

“This one is called  mirage. Which we all know is nothing but an illusion. it’s when you see things that don’t exist. You see meaning in meaningless touches and you convince yourself that what you’re seeing and feeling is real. when in fact it isn’t. when in fact, you aren’t really as important as you think you are. this stone is called the margarita stone. There’s a rhinestone pin set in the center with rose cut diamonds all around.  “ 

I took another look around the room before composing myself. why was this so damn difficult. 

“the third one is called error, which is latin for delusion. it’s when you feed your illusion, so much so that it starts becoming a delusion. you start giving parts of yourself to this person, convincing yourself that he loves you , just the way you love him and so you start losing parts of your soul, not knowing that when he leaves he’s going to take those parts of you with him and you’re just.. never going to be complete again. “ 

 just get this over with.

“ And finally... This is called Supernova. This is when all you mistakes come together and explode, destroying all your delusions and leaving behind a black hole of emptiness. You’ve lost everything that mattered to you, because the only thing that ever mattered was him , and now that he’s gone you can’t function. This is just Obsidian Stones. pure black and nothing else. “ 

I caught sight of movement out of the corner of my eye and went completely still when i saw the figure at the side entrance, leaning against the ornate door. 

And there he was, looking so good that my breath hitched and my jaw went slack. i stared at him, the lean frame, the broad shoulders. The perfectly styled ash blonde hair and the iridescent complexion. He was staring right at me. Dark eyes heavy as he watched me. 

 i saw the way some of the women turned around to get a second look. a better look. Because Min Yoongi was the sort of person, who made you look twice. 

With Yoongi , once would never be enough. 

you couldn’t just look once and ignore someone like that. You had to go back and reassure yourself that yes, he’s real. it’s not a dream after all. He’s real and he;s perfect and he’s there....  . 

My Lightning. My illusion. My delusion. My mirage .

Of course he’d be back. the moment i’d heard from a friend that Min yoongi was back in Seoul, i’d known that he would be back. 

with Yoongi once would never be enough. 

Not even when it came to breaking my heart. 

“The entire collection speaks of the crash. Because while healing is beautiful, heartbreak can be too. the crash and burn of emotions that go uncontrolled. Wild fire that burns down whole forests. And something beautiful , can come out of something tragic. Like these pieces. i hope you will recognize it for the sentimental value it carries and cherish it accordingly. “ 

As the exhibit ended and everyone began mingling freely, i slowly started putting the pieces in place. I knew he was making his way towards me and i was proud of myself for not turning tail and running. 

“Y/n.” He said softly and my name... on his tongue was just as sweet as it had always been. i smiled as i turned to look at him. His cologne still hit me like a truck and the sight of him, so close and so... reachable. touchable. it did things to me. i wanted to touch. To reach out, unbutton this shirt and press my palm to his chest, feel the warmth of his skin , the vibrato of his heartbeat and the heat of his muscles, firm beneath my fingers. 

it was like being hit by lightning , all over again. 

But i wasn’t an idiot.

“Did you enjoy the show, Doctor?” i said softly. He hesitated. 

“Y/n....”

“It was inspired by you after all. “ i said , still smiling and he flinched. 

“I should go.” He said stiltedly. 

i nodded. 

“You really should.” i said coolly, before turning back around to fix the jewelry. 

When I turned again, he was gone. 

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From : unknown.  10:43 PM

 Did you really have to do that, baby?  A bullet would have been kinder, if you were trying to kill me.

To : Unknown  10:45 PM

 yoongi?

From : unknown. 10:50 PM

Yeah.. it’s me... I... Hi. 

 I stared at the words , feeling helplessly lost and miserable. 

He did not have the right to do this to me. He really didn’t. But then... this was Yoongi. And without thinking too much i typed out the first thought that came into my head. 

To : Yoongi  10:55 PM[ unsent]

Why did you leave ?? [draft]

 i didn’t send it of course. A few minutes later my phone pinged again. 

From : Yoongi. 11.00 PM

i know i don’t have the right to say this... but... I’m sorry. i know the words don’t mean anything. i know you hate me and i won’t ask you to forgive me. i don’t deserve your forgiveness but.... I’m just... i’m happy. that you seem happy now. You’re successful and I know that you’re dating Seokjin. I’m happy for you. i really am. 

 I gripped the edge of my pillow biting my lips hard in annoyance. 

To : Yoongi 10:55 PM [ unsent]

Why did you come back?? [draft]

From : Yoongi. 12.50 AM

Good night, sweetheart. 

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“After spending an year in one of the prestigious universities in the World, Dr. Min Yoongi returned to Korea, last  week, only to have a mammoth fall out with his parents , who hold major shares in the Min Super Specialty Hospital in Seoul. The cause of the disagreement hasn’t been made public but close associates speculate that this has something to do with Dr. Yoongi’s very public divorce earlier this year.

The elder Min made it very clear that he did not approve of the divorce. But their personal feud spilled into their commercial life when Mr. Min announced that he would be withdrawing his support to the Hospital, from March.

As of today, Dr. Yoongi officially has announced that he intends to buy out his parents from the board of Directors to take full ownership of the hospital.

this is both extremely reckless and unwise, because the Mins have a net worth of 200 Billion Won ( approx 20 million USD ) in terms of shares and there is no doubt that this move will pauper Dr. Min Yoongi , especially because his hospital specializes in offering free and top quality healthcare to children...”

“ Y/N!! What are you watching?”

I moved to turn the TV off but it was too late. My sister stepped into the room, caught a glimpse of Yoongi’s face on the screen and her nostrils flared.

i jumped when my sister pulled the plug out of the outlet, causing the TV to fizzle out. She turned around to glare at me, eyes flashing with so much anger and annoyance that i recoiled.

“unnie... i was just...”

“what did i tell you about this?”

I sighed.

“He’s in trouble... i can’t just...”

“Can’t what? Can’t throw him away? Well, here’s news for you. He did the throwing! He threw you out like last night’s dinner and walked out of your life. So, it’s time you stopped watching and thinking and fucking caring about him...”

“I.. i don’t care about him..” I lied softly and she scoffed.

“No. Hell no.You do not have any excuse to watch this crap.  i will not sit here and watch you fall into that fucking rabbit hole again Y/N... he divorced you. He left you without so much as an explanation... he does not deserve that look you have on your face right now, alright. He does not... . it’s over. you do not have anything to do with him anymore. “

it’s not that easy. it’s not easy because this isn’t him. this is something bigger and stronger and more important than any heartbreak i may have experienced.

“I’m not going to do anything stupid, I just... he can’t possibly scrap up 20 million USD.” i said impatiently. “ it’s not for him.. it’s the hospital. You know how important that hospital is unnie.. So many kids and families depend on it and I just... i don’t want Yoongi to lose the Hospital...”  

And I don’t want Yoongi to lose his dreams.... i don’t want hurting. Did both of us have to be unhappy? I was suffering as it was so did he have to suffer too? It didn’t seem fair somehow....

“Are you serious? You want to help him now... after everything he did to you...”

“i want to help the hospital. There’s a difference. A huge difference. And i just.. i have an idea. “

“Y/N... Are you out of your mind? You actually want to see him again, that makes no sense..”

I sank into the seats, feeling defeated. Did i want to see him? No. Not really. At least not in the way my sister thought. I wanted to see him, just to remind myself that he was happy without me. That perhaps, letting me go had been good for him.

I thought that might help me move on.

But it didn’t work that way. i still loved him . Maybe more than he deserved. But then when was love a quantified commodity? If we only ever got the love we deserved, would anyone ever be loved enough?

If you only loved someone because they loved you back, how many people would you find to love anyway?

“I want to help him. I’ll always want to help him.”

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“Maybe move the amethyst and jade on to the left? I think the rhinestone necklace and the bullet cabochon need to be on the second set of exhibits.” i said, scribbling down the instructions on a piece of paper, and watching one of Seokjin’s men carefully move the pieces as instructed.

“This is pretty damn amazing. all the tickets are sold-out. Not bad for a first time exhibition. “ Seokjin winked, giving me a one armed hug , his smile wide and happy.

I grinned and stretched my neck up to kiss his cheek.

“all thanks to you and Chae Rin unnie.... You guys really didn’t have to do this.”

“Come on, it’s the least we can do after you helped us out with Chae Rin’s show last month.”

Chae Rin’s fashion festival had hit a rut when her jewelry designer had taken ill all of a sudden. I’d designed jewelry for her entire line in a short time and in repayment, Seokjin and his sister had sponsored my first exhibition in Seoul. i was still completely overwhelmed by the attention and the flooding reviews and orders. it was surreal.

With Chae Rin endorsing my brand , almost the entirety of Seoul’s elite had become potential customers and long time clients in the space of a few weeks. i’d just shifted to a bigger studio last week, and the orders were still coming. I still worked alone though so most of those piece had a three month waiting period and amazingly the clients really didn’t seem to mind. Apparently, they absolutely adored the thought of wearing something that was handmade and customized , just the way they wanted.

“i think this is going to be a good show. “ i said with a smile, grabbing the clipboard and running my finger through the pieces, feeling a bit like I was dreaming. A dream that i could perhaps reach.

in the wake of that thought came a sharp searing pain right in my gut.

a dream..  

But not the one I’d dreamed so hard and so long, i thought bleakly.

“He’s back.” I said softly. Seokjin frowned.

“what?”

“Yoongi. He’s back in Seoul.” I sighed.

Seokjin looked surprised.

“i think he’s in trouble. I just.... I know i shouldn’t care but Seokjin... is there anyway you could help me meet him?”

Seokjin looked torn.

“Y/N...”

“it’s just.... there’s something i think will help him... help the hospital, I mean. i just want to make sure that he doesn’t have to lose out on the hospital...”

“Please tell me this isn’t about the...”

“We could make it an auction...” i said desperately. i didn’t really want to talk about Yoongi with Seokjin. this thing with Seokjin was still new and budding and i didn’t want to wreck it before it even began.

“Y/N! it’s your first exhibit... You can’t just make it an auction and...”

“of course we can. Look, i have it all planned out. I’ll have a pre-show,  during which i’ll talk about each piece and tell it’s story. anyone who buys it can get a one on one consulting with me and i can tell them exactly how and why the necklaces were made. Women like that. if they realize that the jewel has a special meaning, they’ll pay more for it. . Trust me, it will work. i’ll work hard for it... i can..”

“Y/N ...is it even worth it to...”

“Please..just... please Seokjin. Let me do this.” I felt my breath hitch. “ Yoongi saves lives. He saves helpless children. Nothing can be worth more than that....”

Seokjin sighed, gently wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

“okay, sweetheart. But that bastard better fucking apologize for the shit he pulled. You’re too good for him. You need someone who will cherish you for the amazing woman that you are. ” he said fondly, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. 

I hesitated, hating the way it was Yoongi’s face that flashed through my head , everytime Seokjin kissed me. 

[storm-driver]

How Kingdom Hearts III will probably go down

First of all, THANKS FOR LIKING MY WRITING STYLE. I TRY MY BEST. To do with the theory I wrote, the huge majority of it was thanks to @derekscorner, who I really couldn’t thank more for letting me post the revised version. Seriously, it got so much attention and I’m so happy that lots of people saw it and liked it.

So... how do I think the ending to Kingdom Hearts III will happen?

*rubs hands together, snickering in the darkness*

Kingdom Hearts III trailers and teasers are SUPER unclear with what the main plot is leading up to. 

We all know that Xehanort is preparing 13 vessels of pure darkness in order to forge part of the X-Blade and plans to use the 7 Hearts of Pure Light, i.e. the Princesses of Heart in order to forge the rest. So to protect the 7 Princesses, we need 7 Guardians of Light. Seems correct, one Guardian per light to ensure that the Princesses aren’t hurt or corrupted in any sort of way. 

This being said, I’m had my fair share of wishing for our beloved and under-developed Kairi to become a Guardian of Light. But plot-wise, it doesn’t make sense. Yes, train Kairi to use her Keyblade so that she may protect herself and her friends! I want my fearless Kairi more than anything!

(i appreciate the hood with cat ears more than god damn anything else, seriously, she looks so adorable)

But do I really think Sora and company would really risk having Kairi on the front-lines when Xehanort has so easily corrupted people in the past? Sora nearly fell into the Darkness in Dream Drop Distance and almost became another pawn. Not to mention, Riku got pretty damn close some times and Terra literally lost himself in the Darkness. Xehanort is a master tactician who’s manipulative-nature has hurt so many people. 

So instead of having Kairi up front and fighting, I’d think that Riku more than anyone would want her to stay behind, where it’s safe. From there, she’s isolated. And that’s a golden opportunity for someone to go after her. 

And that leads into Lea/Axel’s role. During the Orchestra tour, there was a reading of Kairi’s letter to... someone... about how Lea was really sorry for what had happened to her and that he wanted to make it up to her. He’s going to become protective of her, try to support her in any way he can to atone for what Axel did, kidnapping her out of brash action to get Sora to chase him. 

You’d assume Sora would be the one to protect Kairi, since he’s clearly one of the Guardians, but he’s having to go out to other worlds, search for the Keyblade of Returning Hearts, the lost Keyblade Wielders, regain his lost strength. Sora can’t stay back with Kairi when there’s something else he has to do. So who’s best to stay with her? Well of course, it’s Lea.

“So.... who’s the seventh Guardian?”

Hey, I didn’t even NAME all of the Guardians. I’ve got reasoning as to why each person on this list is a Guardian. Yeah, that’s right, unlike SOME PEOPLE WHO WON’T RELEASE INFORMATION ABOUT THE GAME, I’ve got EVIDENCE to back my conclusions. Be this reasoning for defensive or offensive action, it should all make sense.

So who ARE the Seven Guardians of Light?

1. Sora

Quite literally the most obvious one since he IS the main character. But Sora isn’t a guardian to a SPECIFIC light, but rather he’s supposed to maintain caution for all of them. I have the sneaking suspicion we’ll be visiting all of the worlds pertaining to the Princesses of Light, only further backing the idea that Sora is supposed to defend all of them versus focusing on only one.

2. Riku

With ties to the Darkness, Riku is one of the most fit to defend those from the Darkness. While Sora and Aqua clearly show power to defeating the Darkness with Light, Riku fought valiantly against it using his own combination of both the Light and Dark. After all, Darkness isn’t a bad thing, as we’ve been taught by his character arc. It’s what happened in the past and those that abuse it that give Darkness a bad name. 

3. Aqua

Having her own experience with the Darkness, living in it for over 12 years and fighting it off for all that time, she will know how to combat it to protect those she cherishes. She knows how to fight Xehanort. She’s the only one BESIDES Terra who’s actually been in a direct fight with Master Xehanort. She understands how to fight the Darkness with Light and could teach it to the others. She’s the expert.

4. Ventus

This one is a bit dipping into theory zone, but assuming Vanitas and Ventus reformed together as one heart instead of two separate entities, Ventus should have all of Vanitas’ memories and experiences. Which means, to an extent, Ventus should have a pretty good picture of what Xehanort plans to do with the X-Blade once it’s been forged and how to stall that from happening. Even if he hasn’t recovered Vanitas’ memories, he has the most experience fighting him and definitely knows how to fight off the Darkness, which adds into a whole “Vanitas can return” arc and how Xehanort might exploit that, etc. Alongside his brotherly nature and stalwart actions, he’s a perfect candidate for going to recover Terra.

5. Terra/Lingering Will

Terra is currently in a very questionable state. His heart is sealed inside his body, which is currently being shared with Xehanort. Meanwhile, it appears his will to fight has been sealed inside his armor. And then there’s the fact that Terranort as Ansem’s apprentice gave into the Darkness and created a Heartless and Nobody. His Heartless, Ansem the Seeker of Darkness, held both Xehanort’s and Terra’s hearts captive in it’s Darkness. Meanwhile, his Nobody, Xemnas, held Terranort’s shared body in existence. Both were destroyed and became whole again. But when Terranort reformed... he didn’t look like Terranort, but rather Xehanort has regained his original body. So... where’s Terranort? 

I have reason to believe that Xehanort regained his old body while Terra regained his real one. But seeing as how his will is trapped inside a suit of armor, his body is unresponsive and his heart will not awaken. So Xehanort is holding him somewhere until they reclaim his armor or find some other way to awaken him. That being said, that puts Terra in a prime position to be recovered by Sora and company. He should know everything Xehanort is planning to do and how to combat it. And being that he probably hates Xehanort don’t know why he wouldn’t, he’s hella ready to fight back.

6. Roxas

OKAY HOLD ON, I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA SAY, BUT just listen to me okayyyy

Roxas is very hard-set on achieving his goals. He’s stubborn and aggressive when he wants to be, making him a top-notch fighter. He throws what people say over his shoulder and keeps on going. But while he does ignore what people say directly to him, what happens to his friends is what hurts. Roxas puts himself in harms way repeated times throughout 358 in attempts to help those he cares about. I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if his only passion to fight was because he wanted to protect others.

Also, pretty sure this kid has the biggest grudge against Xemnas and will probably not stop being angry until the man has a key in his chest.

7. Mickey

Because it’s Disney, fuck real reasoning.

You want a PROPER StormDriver™ explanation? ‘Kay, I’ll try.

Mickey, having shown to be such a powerful Keyblade wielder in multiple instances, is clearly adept at taking on the Darkness and protecting other people. He’s basically a pro in all of the instances here, having been fighting the Darkness since before Birth by Sleep. It’s literally experiencing outweighing youth. 

He also probably feels passionate about protecting his 3 friends even though he never met Terra and wants them to all be happy. Ven is in a coma, Aqua is in Hell, Terra is... God knows where. And it’s Xehanort’s fault. He probably wants to avenge them.

“But what’s gonna happen?!”

Kingdom Hearts III is concluding the Xehanort saga. That basically confirms Xehanort is gonna fucking die. We’re not just gonna resurrect everyone and then YAY WE WIN BECAUSE LIGHT AND FRIENDSHIP AND

spare me please

If there’s ANYTHING this franchise has taught me, it’s that Sora Squad does NOT get the easy button. 

In order to properly prepare for the oncoming battle with Xehanort, there is literally a to-do list for this game’s plot.

Find Aqua and hope she’s not dead.

Find Ventus and his missing heart.

Find out what the fuck even happened to Terra.

Retrieve the Keyblade of Returning Hearts.

Ensure all of the Princesses of Heart are okay.

Honestly, the list goes on and on. There’s so much shit we’ve gotta do to make this turn in the hero’s favor. Which means this game is gonna be HELLA long and probably REALLY FUN. 

Upon completing said to-do list, odds are shit hit the fan and someone got hurt. Discrepancy in their ranks is gonna lead to them half-way losing the battle against Xehanort, the X-Blade is gonna be forged, Kingdom Hearts is gonna fuck shit up. And then the heroes and heroines are gonna have to try to fix it with the power of friendship or some bullshit like that.

It’s honestly too soon for me to make any kind of real theories about this game, considering we have a grand total of 3 cutscenes from the trailers.

(In case you’re wondering, I’m referring to the scene of Sora holding the Master’s Keeper keyblade from the first trailer, the conversation between Pete, Maleficent and Hades, and the scene where Xemnas accuses Sora of using the Darkness.)

IF we get more stuff outta the D23 trailer, I’ll be able to say more. But I seriously can’t make any real theories besides ones that beat the old games even more.