#((Like we Indonesians don't even get that TALL))

[papasmistakeria]

As much as I would love to meet and interact with Hamish Linklater, I think I would honestly be terrified if I ever see him irl cause I’m 5′4 and if I see this 6′4 giant man walking towards me, my fight-or-flight instincts would kick in and I’d immediately fucking BOLT

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

it looks ugly, but it's clean (don't fuss over me)

day 17 whumptober prompt: nowhere else to go

tw domestic violence

neil had been gone for 1 year, 3 months and 27 days

well, he wasn’t gone

he wasn’t dead, he wasn’t lost, he hadn’t left, he hadn’t run, he hadn’t been taken

no, andrew simply had broken up with him 1 year, 3 months and 27 days

let him go, let him free

there was no point in keeping neil chained up when neither of them were happy

as if andrew was happy now

but still

neil was gone, as in he was gone from neil’s life

they still played exy in the same fucking team, they lived in the same fucking city, they’d both gone to allison and renee’s wedding

neil was curt, respectful, mindful of his space, and barely fucking looked at him

andrew would have rather neil shouted at him, yelled at him, cursed at him

but no, he had to fucking go and respect andrew’s no (i don’t want you anymore) and he packed his fucking bags with little bags with little fuss, despite his obvious pain and turmoil, and crossed that door with no more than a sad and confused, “did i do something wrong?” 

andrew still fucking hated him

he fucking hated neil josten and his stupid fucking boyfriend, another fucking jock, the starting defensive dealer of their team, some tall norse viking with the most gorgeous blue eyes and long blond hair he kept in a manbun most of the time and a jawline sharp enough to cut god

the actual antithesis of andrew minyard with his easygoing smile and brightness

andrew had appreciated him aesthetically before, could recognize the hotness of him

now he just despised him

but whatever

he chose to break up with neil and let him live and find someone better, someone who could push him forward, who could push him out of his comfort zone to be more

he didn’t get to complain about neil doing exactly what andrew wanted him to 

so whatever

andrew didn’t care

at least he got to keep his cat, seeing as king preferred andrew’s company to neil’s, and when king got lonely, andrew did the logical thing and got her a friend

too bad sir is the most chaotic of ginger cats

lo and behold the demon cat ran around the house causing mayhem wherever she went, and just as andrew was going to admonish her for the nth time of the evening, she froze and before andrew could blink, she was zooming back in the direction of the kitchen, paying no mind to the potted basil on the side table as the poor thing fell to the floor and the ceramic fractured into a hundred pieces

fucking hell with gingers

“sir we fucking talked about this”

the demon continued to zoom in and out of the room, making andrew sigh

he didn’t even care about the plant, he was more worried about his cat hurting herself with the pieces, but as he pressed pause on the lousy romcom he was watching, and stood up to go get the broom, the doorbell rang 

huh

the clock said it was only 9:13, he had called indonesian takeout only 18 minutes ago

the delivery guy wasn’t usually this fast

sighing, he grabbed his wallet, put on his slippers, and cursing his building’s faulty, walked to the buzzer

“don’t leave, the buzzer doesn’t work, i’ll get down in a minute”

he made for the door, both cats looking at him from the living room, sir apparently done with her zoomies

andrew looked back at the mess he left beside the couch, then dragged his eyes back to the cats

“don’t make a bigger mess, don’t walk over the broken ceramic okay, i’ll be right back”

he wasn’t sure if they understood him, but kind flopped on her side while sir decided it was time to loaf

good, let them stay like that 

he was only at the third floor, so the walk downstairs was short even if more than andrew liked to do on a daily basis

the things he did for nasi goreng

he stopped in his tracks when he reached the door

there was no delivery guy with a bike, no man holding his trays of food

no, he would recognize his posture anywhere

he could recognize him blind and deaf and handless, and through the haziness of the window

he could recognize in any way and form

he recognized him now, leaning against the wall, face blanketed by darkness, hoodie up, with only a few wilder curls on open sight

he had no idea what neil josten was doing here

for a moment he hesitated on opening the door, wondered if it was worth the heartache

but then why would neil come here of all places when he shared a perfectly lovely apartment with his perfectly lovely boyfriend?

he forced his feet forward, forced his fingers to stop their trembling by forcing them inside the pocket of his hoodie

the moment he opened the door and neil looked up at him with one bloodshot eye and one swollen and face covered in blues and purples and even greens and yellows, the first thing he felt was shock

it didn’t last more than two seconds before it was replaced by rage

deep, burning, violent and reckless rage

neil sniffed something pitiful, his right eye so swollen andrew could barely see the blue of his iris, his sclera filled with bright red blood 

someone wasn’t going to survive the night

“i’m sorry,” neil said hoarsely, shakily, and andrew noticed the bruises around his neck too, “i- i had nowhere else to go”

he was trembling a bit, hugging one arm over his chest, and the door creaks with how strongly andrew was gripping it

“who”

neil’s functioning eye swelled with tears

“don’t– andrew i can’t do this right now, i just– i need somewhere to– not right now–”

it took everything in him to keep the rage under control, to keep it simmering until he could unleash it on whoever was responsible for this

neil wasn’t to blame, whoever had beaten him was the recipient of his anger, it wasn’t fair to bring it out on neil after all he’d been through this night already

his hands are shaking with all the leashed violence

“come on up, let’s get you cleaned up, i have food on the way”

neil’s smile is pained, fake, a mask

“is it from that indonesian place you like?”

andrew wouldn’t let him slip so easily, but for tonight he was going to let it pass, was going to push his fury to the back of his mind and focus on taking care of neil

but first

“was it him?”

andrew doesn’t have to clarify who he’s talking about

neil’s smile faltered, anguish taking over his bruised face, eyes twinging in pain and fear and grief

for a moment andrew thought he was going to push him away again, and if he asked, he would respect the boundary placed there

but

“yes”

andrew’s breath was ragged, pierceful, a thousand spines logged inside his throat

“this wasn’t the first time was it?”

neil’s eyes were pleading, teary and miserable

andrew recognized that for the answer it was

wondered how much worse than what it looked like it was

inhale… exhale…

“come on, there’s someone i want you to meet”

shoutout to indonesians for nasi goreng, had to sneak in my love for it somewhere also just if anyone cares, neil’s shitty trashbag of a boyfriend’s looks are inspired by rurik gislason lol on a more serious note, please seek help if you or anyone you love is going through domestic violence, love is not meant to be painful, love is not meant to be endured, love is not meant to be "good on most days", if your partner is ever violent or manipulative or forceful or does anything that puts you through physical or emotional distress, seek help, find a place to stay where you feel safe, find a network of people who can keep you safe, let anyone know what you're going through, and get to safety as soon as possible it is never too late to leave an abusive relationship, if you are ever in this position, please know they are thousands of people out there believing in your strenght and courage to leave that situation my dm's are open if anyone ever needs someone to talk stay safe everyone <3 title from cherry wine by hozier

[coldflasher]

"bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements" what's your letterboxd top 4 for books/albums/movies?

okay SO im very aware that i was all "oooh send me asks!!" and then didn't answer the asks, i am so sorry, but in my defence i was saving them for when i would be able to give a proper answer SO, onward!!

if we're getting mega technical i don't have a letterboxd account but i assume the sentiment remains the same regardless so here we go (and these are in no particular order cos i'm sooo bad at choosing favourites)

MOVIES:

The Incredibles (2004)

You all know this one, I'm sure. Superpowered family goes into hiding after a decree that bans superheroes, then Mr. Incredible, who's struggling to adjust to civilian life, gets lured to a mysterious island to complete a superhero mission for a shady benefactor who turns out to be a spurned fanboy who was obsessed with him as a kid and is now out for revenge. It's such a fun movie and probably what triggered my obsession with superhero media, if we're being honest. Also I had the world's BIGGEST crush on Violet.

Igor (2008)

In a land where evil scientists create dastardly inventions and participate in a yearly Hunger Games-esque competition to build the deadliest superweapon, Igor (who, like all other hunchbacks in the land of Malaria, is banned from inventing) creates a 10ft tall Frankenstein’s monster named Eva who desperately wants to be an actress.

Aided by an immortal (but ironically also incredibly suicidal) rabbit named Scamper and an autonomous brain in a jar, Igor illegally enrols in the mad scientist competition with Eva as his entrant, all while concealing his true intentions from Eva, who thinks she is auditioning for the titular role of a very avant-garde version of Annie.

It’s an incredibly funny movie that appealed to the kid in me that was obsessed with dark, gothic-looking shit. Not to be all *old woman grumbles* they don’t make em like this any more, but they genuinely don’t. I miss that period of time when these grungy, spooky-looking kids movies were in vogue—think Paranorman, Coraline, Corpse Bride… none of which I actually like that much but it’s the PRINCIPLE. It’s the VIBE.

I have never met another person who’s even HEARD of this movie, let alone seen it, which is a real tragedy.

Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (2004)

The second (and infinitely superior, I say having not seen the first one in probably 20 years because seeing Scrappy Doo crawl out of Rowan Atkinson's face put the fear of god into me as a kid) live-action Scooby Doo movie, in which the Scooby gang accidentally activate a device that brings all the costumes of all their old enemies to life and turns them into real monsters. It's a banger.

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

Oh look, a movie that was actually made within the last decade! It's probably a toss-up between this and Endgame but I think this one wins by a hair just because I waited almost a decade to see Andrew Garfield's Spiderman finally get the acknowledgement he deserved. Multiverse fuckery occurs and a bunch of alternate universe Spidermen and spiderverse villains get dragged into the MCU, it's a fun time *Michael from The Good Place voice* we've all seen it

Books (I went for mostly fave standalones here cos if we talked about fave series I'd be here all day. Did I mention I was a booktuber for 6 years?)

Dial A for Aunties by Jesse Sutanto

Meddy, a young Chinese-Indonesian wedding photographer, is set up on a blind date by her mother that goes horribly wrong and ends in her date’s sudden and pretty violent death (trust me, he deserved it).

In the process of trying to dispose of the body, Meddy, her mother, and her meddling aunts hide it in a fridge and accidentally ship it out to a huge wedding they’re working at that weekend. They then have to try and pull off the perfect wedding for a big client AND get rid of the body without any of the wedding guests stumbling upon it. To top it all off, it turns out that Meddy’s ex, Nathan, owns the island resort and wants to give their relationship another shot. Poor Meddy just wants five minutes to catch up with the love of her life but keeps getting interrupted by hijinks.

It’s genuinely one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. The author is genuinely incredible, I have no idea how she writes so fast and yet never has a single miss. There are now 3-4 Aunties books and she also wrote an absolutely hysterical cosy mystery about a teashop owner named Vera Wong who finds a dead body and then starts her own murder investigation, Miss Marple style, and that book made me cry on an aeroplane, so just. Hats off to Jesse Sutanto, she is genuinely the writer I want to be.  

You Deserve Each Other

This one is a rom-com about a newly engaged couple, Nicholas and Naomi, whose relationship kind of sucks due to various factors including (but not limited to) Nicholas' overbearing mother-in-law. Faced with the reality that she'll have to be married to a man she no longer particularly likes and deal with his mother for the rest of her life, Naomi decides to deliberately sabotage their relationship and get Nicholas to dump her, and it culminates in a huge, rapidly escalating prank war as they slowly start to fall in love again. Again, this book always makes me cackle out loud, it's so fun and I never get tired of reading it

The Bromance Book Club

This is another second-chance romance about a pro baseballer called Gavin and his wife, Thea. They're on the brink of divorce, until Gavin's friends let him in on their secret book club, where a bunch of dudes all get together and read romance novels to help them figure out their relationship problems. Again, it's just fun and funny, I really love romance novels myself (as you can probably tell from this list and my entire personality lmao) so I enjoyed the meta aspect of it, and just. It's just good stuff

The Brutal Truth

This one is a Devil Wears Prada fanfic turned romance novel where a struggling journalist named Maddie ends up getting involved with her cold, ice queen boss, Elena, who has a habit of acquiring failing magazine/newspaper businesses and then crushing them under her high heels. If you've ever thought Miranda and Andy from DWP should fuck (they should) then this book is for you. It's a 10/10

Albums

Will keep the music one brief as I have rambled enough already and do not know how to talk coherently about music

Razzmatazz by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

straight bops all the way through, some excellent villain songs, just a different sound from a lot of the music that's out there

Four by One Direction

Four was the album where they really started to find their sound and completed the transition from cheesy radio pop to something with slightly more mature, rocky influences, but it's a bit more lively than their fifth album, Made In the AM, which while technically accomplished is nowhere near as fun to listen to in my opinion

Selfish Machines by Pierce the Veil

this has been a fave since my angsty high school days and it's one of the few albums that exist in the world that doesn't really have any skips (I've been known to skip Million Dollar Houses on occasion, but generally I'll listen to it all the way through)

It's Still Nothing Personal by All Time Low, which is their 10th anniversary rerecord of their early album Nothing Personal (caveat that, like most early 2010s pop punk bands, All Time Low have been accused of some things that are less than ideal, sigh). It has all the nostalgia while also stepping up the quality and just having that more mature, polished sound that comes with 10+ years of experience making music. good stuff unfortunately somewhat tainted by The Allegations, why can't we ever have nice things, and by nice things i mean "2000s pop punk artists who didn't allegedly sleep with impressionable and easily manipulated teenagers at warped tour"

[ephemerain]

Boys'... Night Out? pt 2

everyone survives!au. social media formatted (pt 1 & 2), narration formatted (pt 2). informal writing (no capitalization, less punctuation-ey, less formal diction). mixed language (indonesian & english).

Consequences, consequences...

now to the field...

the reihiro and hagimatsu pair reach the place they thought rie would be at the same time. in front of a seven-eleven near the tokyo station. everyone is pretty much sure about their guess, given the obvious placement. the brick stalls gives it away.

so why the hell is she not here?

"oi, are you really sure she's not here?" jinpei asks them all.

hiro shakes his head. "we've been looking around. no sign of her."

"how about going inside the konbini?"

"well, we were just looking from outside but there is none. she is tall, right? so we should've been able to spot her even from here."

"are you sure? maybe she's crouching or i don't know... drunk people can do anything."

the crowd goes silent in an agreement. four men decide to barge in into a konbini. the cashier seems to be surprised at the arrival of four neat looking men in a hurry at such late night, but pays them no mind as she continues counting the money. the four spreads around to look for rie. even down to the corner.

rei is right. rie is tall, above average japanese men and women. she is easily spottable amongst the low racks in konbini, supposedly. but even they can't find her crouching in between, scrounging for chips or pocky that she likes.

they scramble back to the dining area. face now laced with worries, multiply that by four. rie can be very frustrating for them, the reason varies from moment to moment. this one is the rare type of occasion.

"are you sure she is really in this konbini?" doubts begin crawling on jinpei's back.

"of course. i know very well the crooks and nooks of this city." rei looks a bit offended but still manages to keep his calm. he knows they are all in the same boat right now.

"try to look at the group chat again." kenji tells him.

rei opens his phone to reveal his lockscreen being that picture of her selfie she just sent at them. the same picture that almost drove his car to the road dividers. they all go silent.

"really, zero."

"what? like you guys don't?"

four lockscreen of identical pictures. they are all guilty.

"yeah okay whatever. but everyone is now sure this is the place?"

all nods. but still no clue at all.

hiro suddenly gets an idea. "how about we ask the cashier? maybe she saw rie passing around at the front?"

all of them are, undeniably, stupid.

"nice save."

four men walks to the cashier, the scenery almost looks intimidating enough without context.

rei shows her his lockscreen aka rie's selfie.

"sorry to disturb you but do you happen to see this woman hanging around the front door or porch?"

the cashier squints hard at the picture. then the recognition hits. "oh, yeah i saw her."

"where did she go?!" kenji asks a bit too enthusiastically.

"...uh, she went inside here"

four mouths gape opens in disbelief it's almost comical. the cashier only looks at them weirdly.

"but we don't see her anywhere?"

"that's because- oh there she is."

the cashier points out to the side where the storage room is. as if on commands, they all turn their attention where she points at.

rie emerges out of the storage room. nonchalantly, she slowly closes the door until she turns around and then see them back.

"thanks." as polite as ever, hiro thanks the cashier before sprinting to where rie is. the others follow as well.

rie only waves at them like she is just accidentally meeting old friends on her way home. her smile reaches to the eyes with cheeks dusted in heavy red. "hiiii guyssss, what-hic-are youuu guys doing-hic- 'eerreee?"

she is one hundred percent drunk with those slurred words coming out of her mouth. hiro manages to hug her first, almost sending her backwards. rei, kenji, and jinpei tailing behind, rie can look at them from behind hiro's shoulder.

"rie! where have you been? we are looking for you." hiro pulls away to shake rie's shoulder lightly.

"hmm? i just went to the toilet," she points out at the storage room door.

oh. so she was at the toilet all this time. the four sigh in relief knowing nothing serious is happening. and it's rather silly to know they are worrying over nothing.

"okay then, let's go home." hiro intertwines their hand together as he pulls her away. they all exited the konbini after making such a ruckus at night without feeling embarrassed. the thing they will do for love—no, scratch that, it's just for rie... embarrassing.

"eh you all come here to pick me up?"

"of course you dummy. don't you see hancho's message?"

"sooo, where is hancho?"

"he is not here but he sends his regard anyways." the last half is a lie but if it could make her shut up about him, then so be it.

another problem arises when they are going to reach the parking area. rie finds herself being pulled right and left. one hiro and one kenji.

"he?"

"..." "..."

they all totally forgot they come in different vehicles. reihiro parked rather north meanwhile hagimatsu parked relatively near their current place.

"rie should come with us, our car is nearer."

"sorry but hiro and i reached this place first so we get to escort rie back."

"haa? since when there is such a rule like that. also our car is nearer so rie can rest earlier. where is even your car zero?"

"they're a bit far but i can carry her there anyways."

"oi morofushi-chan, i can also carry her to my car and still make it faster."

the boys fall into arguments amongst themselves as they pull rie to their side. poor rie getting another headache.

"ugh... i want to puke..."

that at least stops them from whatever fight they are having. now they focus back on rie.

"rieri are you okay? want to go to the toilet again?"

"i have plastic bags. and painkiller."

"oi dummy, don't puke on the road, tell us if you feel sick"

"maybe we should really get her home right now."

but apparently she just want them to shut up and uses that for tactics. what a drunk ass thought.

"shut UP. all of you. ugh my head hurts..."

they all go silent as commanded.

"i wanna go with ken-chan. ken-chan, drive me home."

kenji takes that as a winning sign and throws the other two a victorious smug face. "sure rieri, anything for you."

rei and hiro grit their teeth but doesn't let go of her when kenji and jinpei brings her to where kenji's car is parked.

"oi, what are you guys doing here?"

"we are going back together with this car."

"and furuya-chan's car?"

rei pockets his phone after ending his call "don't worry, i already send kazami here to bring it back to my place."

"public security is scary."

"your car can fit five people, right?"

"i mean, supposedly it's only four but.."

"let's just hope the police will overlook this traffic violation."

"goddammit. we are the police."

they go silent among themselves for a while outside kenji's car. then, they seated themselves in. because rie won't let go of her clinging on kenji's arm, kenji rie and hiro get to be in the back seat. meanwhile jinpei drives and rei in the passenger seat, which the two begrudgingly accept. she immediately fall asleep inside the car as it traverse through the night. hiro still holds her hand, while kenji has the other.

"where are we even going like this?"

"sleep over at matsuda's place?"

"dont just say shit, dammit!"

"do you have somewhere else in your mind?"

"how about zero or hiro?"

"definitely out of consideration. public security things, sorry."

"tsk. and hagi?"

"with five people?! what will my parents and sister say?"

"we can always drop zero and morofushi right here right now."

"don't you ever dare."

"see! as i thought matsuda's place is the best choice. no one knows rieri's place anyway. and it would be weird if neighbors saw four men going inside a woman's estate."

"tch. my place is not even that big. you guys have to take the couch"

"no problem for me."

"me too~"

"me too."

"ah, we have to inform hancho."

"you do it, zero."

"okay."

and then they really barge into the matsuda's estate while carrying rie princess style like nothing is weird with that. rie gets the private room aka jinpei's bedroom, meanwhile the boys get to share the living room together. what a nice boys' night out.

then when she wakes up the next morning...

"... ugh my head hurts..."

the first thing she notices after her headache is the room. looks alot like jin-kun's bedroom. the three with ken-chan often did sleepover in the past, back when they were still children. it fills her with a sense of nostalgia.

someone kindly put a glass of water on the tabletop near her futon. and there are some vitamin too. rie takes both then begins to look around.

her clothes, check. her belongings, check. the only thing she regrets is leaving her makeup on but oh well. she is there in one shape.

wait a minute.

she takes another round of looks and grasps the situation she is in right now. jinpei's room. she is in jinpei's room, alone that is. why. how. she did not intend to go to jinpei's house last night. she wanted to go home! of her own! she racks her brain trying to remember what happened.

and then she dashes out of the room, trailing down the hall she remembers by memory. to the living room. by hunch.

there she spots four guys laying on a makeshift bed from futons and mattress. since the space is limited, they sleep at a rather close distance. which means they sandwiched each others. the sight is rather funny that she wants to take a picture of them. but she holds herself back. she had caused them trouble that much.

she sits on her knee while watching them sleep. not having the heart to wake them up. the pounding in her head already subsided.

"rie. you woke up already."

rei is the first to wake up. of course he would. she nods at him. he tries to peel jinpei off his body while waking up from their bed. in retaliation, jinpei's hand manages to smack kenji's face.

"uwa-! oi jinpei-chan, watch your hand- ah, rieri?!"

kenji half yells as he notices her presence. it makes jinpei blinks his eyes and hiro shifts in his sleep now awoken.

"ken-chan youre too loud" she chuckles.

"thats because jinpei-chan slapped me in the morning!"

"shut up hagi, youre really noisy," jinpei yawns, "ah rieri. you woke up."

"mhm. where is ojisan?"

"ah, him? probably out for practice"

"hee..." she nods in understanding. ojisan never change huh. she wakes up from her position, opting to go to the kitchen.

"where are you going?" rei asks.

"just to the kitchen. thought i could make some breakfast."

"i can help"

"no no, you guys just stay here"

"whaat. but we could help."

"i insist."

the boys only relents then and leaves her alone. in kitchen, she ties the apron around her back as she is looking around for ingredients. she is pretty accustomed with the layout of matsuda's household down to the fridge placement. though she will have to revisit the older memories for some stuff.

truth to be told is that she is too embarassed to face them properly. the drunk hazard that she was last night is not something she wished for anyone to see. she had never been like that before! especially considering the fact that she is not a lightweight. though she is glad she is back in one shape.

but making not just kenji and jinpei, but also hiro and rei saw her like that... embarassing.

rie cuts up the leek quickly and throw it inside the soup broth. the intention is to also make a hungover meal for her own. she would love to eat some tamagoyaki. and egg drop soup sounds good. and then she wants oyakodon as well. there her train of thoughts gone with egg-related food.

up to the point where she doesn't realize hiro coming to the kitchen too.

"rie?"

"hmm... hmm..."

hiro taps her shoulder lightly "rie"

rie abruptly turns around. "hai-! eh- hiro..." she blinks "sorry i'm just a little bit lost in thought..."

"it's fine"

"ah, umm, so do you need anything? does jin-kun drools again?"

"no, i'm just- wait, matsuda did what?" hiro looks at her confusedly, but back to the topic "no, no. i'm just here to help in the kitchen"

"eh, hiro doesn't have to you know. you guys can just wait-"

"no, this time, i insist" hiro looks at her a bit more serious, which make her gulps "besides... i want to be with rie"

he takes off his outer and put it around her shoulders. which definitely make her blush. thank god she doesn't drop the knife to her feet.

"t-th-thank you... for umm, the outer. and um last night. picking me up. with everyone too..."

hiro takes the laddle and stirs the soup for her. "anytime."

then they work in silence to make the breakfast. hiro taking care the soup, meanwhile rie does the tamagoyaki. obviously she doesnt forget to properly uses the jacket first so it doesnt fall off her shoulders while shes cooking. well, the weather is kinda cold so its fine wearing the layers in the morning like this. also, hiro's jacket feels so much bigger around her figure. the sleeve almost drown her arms, she had to pull it up a bit.

she doesnt realize the stolen glance from hiro at her. and definitely doesnt hear the yelling inside his heart.

oh she is so cute like that. in my jacket that is... she looked cold with those open shoulder outfit... but still cute! but i wish she take care of herself more... what if she gets sick? i don't want her to get sick. but seriously she is so cute like that. and we are cooking together... it feels like we are... married... me? and rie? oh my god...

the rest is omitted because it's too long. he's just a simp, forgive him.

since there are no times and, truth to be told, they are too lazy, hiro fetches rei to go to the conbini and get some pre-cooked rice. rei is back with the aforementioned rice and some snacks. meanwhile, rie and hiro sets up the bowls and plates for them all. jinpei rids the futon from where theg were asleep to change it to a low dining table, meanwhile kenji got the glass and water for them.

once all are done, they sit on the carpet surrounding the table. kenji and rie sit side-by-side, as hiro and rei take the side across them. jinpei sit in the "middle" of them, beside rie and hiro.

"itadakimasu~" rie clasped her hand together before digging in.

the other four follow suit like little ducks to their mother. they all enjoy breakfast in silence.

before someone decides to break the dam.

"what day is it today?"

it is rei.

"... friday?"

everyone draw their bowl of miso soup away from their mouth in a slow, almost comical manner.

then to the clock.

8.30 am.

it is truly comical, however, when the five of them scrambles to finish their food as soon as possible.

"jinpei-chan, i'm borrowing your defusal suit!"

"i need that, too!"

"matsuda, do you have spare shirts?"

"don't say you two-!"

"i'm taking the bathroom first!"

"no longer than 5 minutes or i will kill you!"

"hello, miyama-san? right, this is yukishiro. i want to inform you that i will arrive late, can you open the store for me first? you see, i got into a minor car crash."

the other four stop in the middle of whatever they are doing to look at her, including kenji who is already halfway through closing the bathroom door.

rie, feeling a heavy burden behind her back, turn around. "what?" she mouths, one brow raised, "you guys know it!"

well. at least everyone shrugs it off and continue their pace.

"huh, what do you mean it's holiday?"

aaand they stop again.

"eh?" rie begins jogging around, her eyes looking for something. everyone's eyes follow until she stops beside the fridge. where the calendar is. it is said,

29th of december.

"ahh..." rie lets out a sigh. "right... sorry, i was so spirited, you know. haha. right. thanks for the reminder. hmm? yeah of course, it can be done later. right. thank you, miyama-san. sorry for bothering you. happy holiday."

she fully turns her body around, facing the guys. she says nothing at first, but then shrugs.

"well... if it's for civil servants, i guess we do get clock-in compensation."

no one is really sure about what to do. god bless rei and that mouth, though.

"poirot is definitely closed." he begins folding back jinpei's white shirt neatly into the drawer.

jinpei drops his own half-worn suit. "i'm calling dibs for the shifts after new year."

"write my name, too, jinpei-chan!" kenji closes the door still.

meanwhile hiro quietly goes back to their makeshift table and tidies up the dishes, with rie following him. once the tension dissipates just like that, they all fall into a much peaceful rhythm. it is when rie is about to store away the leftover soup in the fridge for ojisan later that she and hiro hears a loud voice booms from the main room.

"so this means new year sleepover at jinpei-chan's!"

"FUCK NO!"

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

Even though it’s still only just barely into the New Year, you need a vacation. And since we’re nothing if not cheap, we’ll just tell you where you should go even if you can’t afford it. And, no! We’re not going to tell you to Go To Hell. Chances are you’ve already been told that enough times this week. 

Aries 

We’re dropping you off just north of the Dominican Republic at Turks & Caicos! This collection of roughly 100 islands is popular with honeymooners and for good reason: sparkling white sand, crystal-clear water, and nearly 350 miles of colourful coral reef! Be sure to spend a day or two lounging on Grace Bay Beach with plenty of opportunities to snorkel, scuba dive, and ride horses along the coast. So This Week… Be sure to check your horse’s belly strap before you go riding. Not because you’re liable to fall but because you want to know if you’re on a stallion or a mare. Trust us, there is a difference in temperament. 

Taurus 

If you bend an ear you’ll enjoy all the art and flowers and canal-lined streets and "coffee shops" and high-end boutiques… Welcome to Amsterdam! Yes, you could enjoy the art or the food or the bicycling… and you can have a stop to enjoy the street food scene by eating herring or Dutch fries, or satisfy your sweet tooth with stroopwafels. So This Week… Buy some stroopwafels at your local grocery store and TRY to imagine they aren’t Cock-Waffles. We DARE you.

Gemini  

WELP! If picturesque beaches and warm weather are what you're after, look no further than the British Virgin Islands! You’ll have easy access to Smuggler's Cove and Brewers Bay. And if you book your hotel room on Tortola, the area's largest island, you can hop between the smaller islands on boat tours. So This Week… Re-learn all your maritime terminology before you try to steal a 20-sail pirate clipper. Oh, and buy some sea sickness pills.

Cancer Moon-Child 

This might be a little weird, but you’re getting sent to the “U-A-E”! the United Arab Emirates, specifically to Dubai. You COULD do something simple, like visit the Dubai Mall. Or how about indoor Ski Dubai? And how about freaking out after getting to the top of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building on the planet, at over 800 Meters tall. So This Week… We know you wanted to know, so - it would take just shy of 13 seconds for you to go “SPLAT!” after jumping off that thing, with an impact of over Seven-Hundred-Thousand joules. So don’t do that! It might not hurt YOU, but it’ll hurt someone else.

Leo 

We’re sending you to the largest island in French Polynesia - Tahiti! And just to get you over your fear of the ocean we’ve booked you into a lavish overwater bungalow. And once you’ve stopped having a panic attack, there’s prime snorkeling and surfing conditions all around you. If you're staying on dry land you COULD look for more cultural activities, like the island's temples, or shop for Tahitian pearls. So This Week… Don't ask what a pearl necklace is worth here. Just trust us.

Virgo 

Your vacation is just a chance for you to get away from everything and be calm, peaceful, and serene. We’re sending you to the lush Indonesian paradise of Bali. Right now it’s the dry season, so beachtime will be perfect. Follow that up with tours through some temples, and finish up with dinner in the village of Kintamani, home to a towering (and active) volcano. So This Week… If you take a Balinese cooking class and the instructor suggests heating your pan in the magma, IT’S A TRICK! DON’T DO IT!

Libra

Talk about an historic location, your destination brings you to one of the original Seven Natural Wonders of the World! A place with, literally, one-of-a-kind scenery. You’ll be looking through some of the over 600 islands and 1,500-plus species of fish, but you better be careful with them all. You’ll be Underwater up the coast of Queensland, Australia and snorkeling in Australia's Great Barrier Reef! It will be a bit dangerous, being that it’s ’stralia, but we trust you not to do anything life threatening. So This Week… learn what Ozzie plants you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH - specifically the “Gympie-Gympie”. Do NOT touch it! Seriously! This is No Joke! You WILL want to die!

Scorpio 

The best part about your destination is you pretty well already know the local language and cuisine. Take your choices from historical landmarks and modern-day attractions, London, England is a world unto itself. Do things the easy way: join a tour that takes you to the Tate Modern art institution, Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Borough Market, and the British Museum. And once you’re done there, have a sit down classic afternoon tea. But plan on a weekend trip to share a Sunday roast at a local pub. So This Week… get used to the taste of Malt Vinegar because you WILL be shot on sight for trying to put ketchup on your Fish-n-Chips!

Sagittarius 

Not only are you headed to a beautiful city overlooking the Balearic Sea, but you’ll get an amazing theme song out of it. You’re headed out to Barcelona, Spain! Walk through Medieval architecture, take in the intricate Basílica de la Sagrada Família, and enjoy Antoni Gaudí's whimsical creations in Park Güell. Spend some time in the water at Barceloneta beach before checking out the restaurants and bars along Las Ramblas at all hours of the night… which will be perfect for your jet lagged brain. So This Week… find your old Spanish notes from High School and try to remember if you were taught Castilian Spanish or not. It WILL make a difference in how you’re treated.

Capricorn 

Regardless if you say it cah-RIB-bee-ahn, or cah-rah-BEE-anne, you’re headed to the mountainside resorts of St. Lucia. Planning on swimming and relaxing in the ocean? Head to Reduit Beach or Anse Chastanet. Want a little more adventure? Try zip lining through the Chassin region’s rainforest. It’s the dry season now, so it’ll be a little more expensive, but considering what the weather and food will be like, it’ll be worth it. So This Week… stop being stingy and just buy a new bottle of sunscreen. That last one expired in the twenty-teens.

Aquarius 

You want to claim you’re an “oenophile”, do you? Well we’re shipping you off to Santorini, Greece! It’s a top honeymoon destination with breathtaking sunsets, whitewashed villages and colorful beaches. History buffs could check out Ancient Thira, then get your wine-tasting in while visiting central Santorini's wine tours. The best part of this whole vacation is… alfresco dinner at Amoudi Bay. So This Week… make sure you have lots of memory storage for your camera and a proper power adapter so you don’t blow it up this time.

Pisces  

Have we got something special for you! Someone, and we’re not naming names, actually PAID for a Certain Somepony to get, and I QUOTE… “a naughty scope”. So Roxy? You’re getting sent to Negril, Jamaica to spend a week at Hedonism II! You’re booked in Mid-March for “Hedo Swing Breakers” with your choices of fun like: a Boozy Easter Egg Hunt, Truth or Dare Jenga, a Rave Igloo, Dinner on the Beach, or a Car Wash. That’s right! It’s a Clothing Optional all-adult resort hosting a huge lifestyle party for couples and throuples ages 19-45… OH, wait… You’ve already aged out of that bracket. Well, shoot. Uhm… You could just stay home and be nude all you want instead. It’s a lot cheaper too. Sorry. (That good enough, Kali? Oh, OOPS! Sorry!)

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

[kafkaoftherubble]

人生第一次演唱会、感想是：

It was fun! I'm so glad I joined it!

I can't believe I slept all the way to 12pm today! That's completely out of my character! Neither Fionn nor I ever sleep past 9am. Lyi said it's not even that bad when you consider when I started sleeping, which was 3am, and what I was doing hours before sleep. 9 hours after an eventful day is normal in her mind.

Plus, yes, I have initial trouble sleeping comfortably in a foreign bed (even in my own house. Sleeping in a new room or a new bed takes time to get familiarized; new things beg for new attention and so the brain and body both become vigilant), which means the first few hours were fitful. There was also the cumulated fatigue from rushing my work since last week; I haven't had a full 8 hours for a couple of nights, which made naps a necessity—something not at all a habit to most of this life. All that combined probably made me sleep this much, but still... To sleep this late at someone else's home is just... Unbecoming!

Oh, right! The points! I have to write them down because I don't foresee breathing time for my diary writing in this short amount of time, so I'll have to put some thoughts down to strengthen my memory and then I can write my diary without missing the most important beats.

My hypothesis was true. Even with a good few songs I love being sung, and even with multiple moments of genuine mood to dance, I still couldn't feel connected with everyone. Not even with Lyi, or the Indonesian exchange student next to me who was having a full-on karaoke night, or Lyi's friend Ash, who was screaming hard at every single thing. But...

The only thing this distance really did was affirm how happy Fionn and I feel when so many people are happy and enjoying their time. You look from a distance and realize everyone's just fucking stoked. I still wish I was part of that "everyone," but it doesn't take personal involvement to feel vicariously happy. Hmm... Is this "muditā?"

FUCKING HELL, CHRIS MARTIN AND HIS GANG CAN FUCKING BUSK! It was pouring almost 80% of the concert, and the stage and standing area are uncovered, but these mad lads just kept going on and on without letting pesky water stinging their eyes stop them from jamming! He sounds just like his recording! He didn't lip-sync! He cleared his throat at one point! He made up a silly ass song called Malaysian Rain right there and then! It's so fucking Family Get Together Energy. I wonder if this is what a wholesome Thanksgiving Day would look like. We don't celebrate it, but I would love to think this is a taste of it!

The sounds and numbers of humans were astoundingly overwhelming. Being perceptive and attentive to others is the shared trait of both Fionn and the 8-foot Tall Woman, so I adopt it for their benefit, but man... It was just so much that I ended up reverting to Lyn's Real Trait: distant and dumb, hahaha! Nevertheless, there were times when those two would break me out of my default stupor!

I wore a mask because of the crowd and therefore higher chance of airborne viruses being transmitted, especially considering the Malaysian weather pattern come November and December (pouring rain in the late afternoon sometimes to night). But! It also has additional benefits...

I didn't have to worry about not knowing the lyrics and making shits up! I don't have to worry about not singing along! I don't have to worry about my spit on the woman's hijab, who was sitting in the (lower) row in front of me when I shouted "DAMN FUCKING STRAIGHT!" at Chris apologizing for not coming here sooner (2 decades, my dudes!)

There was this nifty LED wristband we all had to wear. Turns out, it lit up in synchronicity and patterns in their concert! It's pure audience engagement��it's the most evident presentation of how you are part of the experience they make. It amazed me immediately how inclusive this felt; Lyi didn't even realize it until I told her about how much I liked it. She thought it was just an amazing audience engagement gimmick and fucking rad aesthetics and theatrics.

I liked it because even someone who can't connect to "the crowd" had this visible evidence that no, you're part of "the crowd" too. I contributed to the show; I enhanced the experience they were trying to give us by being here. That's one of the nicest things someone could ever show me. I mean, people do tell me that they are appreciative of me being here and helpful and whatnot, but I'm an evidence-based debate-y robot-ghost. I can reason myself out of the equation and still doubt my own existence. So nothing makes me happier than to be defeated by solid proof I cannot refute—the scientific way! Coldplay, you fuckers, you defeated my feeling of being unreal with FACTS!

Because of this... I didn't feel alone at all!

I liked it the most when my wristband was this dim, orange-like yellow. When our wristbands were yellow. I think it's because it reminded me of chamomiles, my favorite flowers... though technically chamomiles is orange on the inside and white on the outside hahahaha. Wait why do I associate yellow with chamomiles?!

Bruh I have so much respect for bigshots who come on time. I'm so used to self-important bigshots, those YB and Dato and whatnot, to be late. And celebrities love being late too. Bigshots are like that. But no, Coldplay came on time. Right on the clock. I cannot stress the magnitude of how impressed I was. Even the concert ended on time.

But the crowd on the way out and back to the metro was claustrophobic. Luckily my bag was big and fat enough that I used it to clear up space in front of me, therefore making sure there was never any actual squeezing around me. I didn't want my claustrophobia to act up and made me suddenly disassociate and then the body started screaming and shrieking and barreling through people on its own. That would ruin everyone's experience and mood! And also just stressful for everyone.

The bottleneck issue stemmed from the train gates. There were only this many pass gates. I think our public transport company deserves to profit from concerts and events since they operate at quite a loss most time of the year (Malaysians and their love for cars; some of that love is because cars are a way to show off status. The lack of pedestrian infrastructure and walking+biking culture too). But I think they should just make the pass free in This Station, where the stadium is, and then charge everyone a fixed price when they disembark at whatever station they chose when passing through that station's gate. This will ease the load on This Station.

I mean, they are already operating the trains on overtime—way past their usual last train. This sort of special case adjustment should be pretty easy to implement. Shall I make this suggestion to them?

I shall treasure this memory and not let it be forgotten!

-----

Even before the concert, there was something to talk about!

I originally planned to walk all the way from The Mall to the stadium. Yes, it was pouring by that time—exactly as I predicted.

Which is why I brought my favorite piece of clothing! The yellow raincoat I bought because I love the way it looked on Jonah Kahnwald in Dark. Now there's an additional love for it because it was how Atom was introduced in Pluto!

I surmise that yellow raincoats are the classic outfit to put on for childlike people going through strange experiences. Isn't that swell?! Maybe the odds of seeing a ghost will increase if I wear a yellow raincoat! Or an interdimensional portal.

Nah, it doesn't do jackshit. It's just rainwear! But still, it means I can ramble in the rain! Isn't that just as swell?!

But I didn't get to because Lyi was like "DUDE I NEED YOU TO BE IN THIS STATION WHERE THE MALL'S FREE SHUTTLE BUS GOES, NOT THE STADIUM YET"

and my sister was like "Didn't you buy a book? IT WILL BE WET IF YOU WALK." "My bag is waterproof!"

"Your shoes will get wet!" "My boots are waterproof!"

"There is no pedestrian pathway!" "Yes there is, I walked it before when I was an intern!"

"There will be fumes and what if you catch a cold?" "I am masked and I have also prepared a towel!"

".... DEGIL MACAM BABI (you're stubborn as shit) I WANT TO FLY OVER HERE TO SLAP YOU WITH A SELIPAR (slipper)"

So no walking in the rain, unfortunately. No rambling. Kinda suck, but I'll find another chance.

And yes! I bought a book because I couldn't believe I found it! It's not a full collection, even though it's only 8 books in the entire series. Vol. 4 and 6 were missing. Also, I think it displaced my To Your Eternity manga; the position the series occupied was where I found my Vol. 18 the last time. Hmm. Bit of a "I got it! But at what cost?" situation, innit?

The book in question?

Weeeee! My bag was too fat and packed to handle multiple volumes, so I could only pick one. I picked the last one this time!

[shukei-jiwa]

Snippet from 'Please, a normal love story'

Sera :''I can't prevent you from doing whatever you like, you know. It's unhumanity"

Luca :"What if i say i play that game that you hate?"

Sera :"Get out"

Luca :"Hahaha, your quote need an update"

Sera :"Fine, i can't prevent you from doing whatever you like BUT! If what you like is something bad and wrong. I will stop you"

Snippets from 'The Secret Life of Elle Mata'

1.

"Get out? and escape from this chaos? abandon people who need help? abandon those who still want to live just because you're afraid. I thought you always wanted to save many lives that's why you wanted to be a doctor but it turns out you're just a coward, you bastard coward," explained Lyon

2.

"I'm not going to be a doctor, I'm going to be a hospital director! Or a ministry of health! Haha! So I can change the price of hospital bills for people who can't afford it. Cross subsidies maybe?" I exclaimed excitedly

3.

Snippets from 'Two Sides of the Same Heart'

1.

Mariho :"Son of a *****? Hah! Listen to me carefully, firstly I'm a girl. You're wrong if you use 'son' to me. And secondly (pulling the bully's hair) Don't you dare call my mother-- a *****."

Mariho: "I'm sick of you! Don't you ever think about what other people feel? No wonder your mother is disappointed in you!"

2.

Mariho :"Not really, this is my responsibility. Oh right... next time when you need help, try learn to say 'please' "

Kenta: "You were the one who fell in the rice field during the 2nd grade field trip, right?! And you were also the one who hugged Arron when you and Arron are an example for the family tree!!"

Mariho: "STOP! I WAS SHOCKED!!"

Kenta: "AHAHAHA!"

Snippets from 'Aruku'

To Saki,

Good evening to you, the one I always dream of. Please accept my scribbled words that might leave you wondered.

The sun can't compete with your dazzling eyes. Since we met, my heart feels like it's floating in the clouds of love, adorned with rainbow-colored roses.

"HUEEKK. Oh God, oh my goodness... I'm so cheesy." Aruku looked at the old notes on her phone, her eyebrows furrowed with a mix of embarrassment and disgust.

Do you know? When you smile, it's as if the entire galaxy intertwines to create a painting of happiness. A million words won't be enough to express how much I like you--

On the cold morning, Aruku lay on her bed, rereading old journals. "What date is this journal from..."

Snippets from 'Mengertilah Kasih'

(Because i use Indonesian language for the title, so the snippets will be Indonesian as well)

Hah! Jangan begitu tertipu! Aku ini gadis bermata empat loh. Ya! Aku memakai kacamata hitam tebal, hidungku pesek, gigiku gingsul, dan aku mempunyai kebiasaan memakai masker tiap hari, "Eh, Yah. Tunggu maskerku!" seruku panik

Anagata Kayashi, itulah namaku. Sebagai seorang siswi SMK kelas 10, aku bisa dibilang sedikit tinggi untuk usiaku. Rambut panjang coklat bergelombang yang dijepit oleh pita biru kecil adalah salah satu hal yang bisa kamu ingat tentangku! Kulit natural, pipi tembem dan jari jari lentik, aku terdengar cantik bukankah begitu?

"Masker? Untuk apa masker?" tanya ayah, "Kan sudah tidak ada lagi aturan memakai masker..."

"Iya tapi aku udah nyaman."

(You know what nvm)

Anagata Kayashi, that's my name. As a 10th grade vocational school student, I could be said to be a little tall for my age. Long wavy brown hair held up by a small blue ribbon is one of the things you can remember about me! Natural skin, chubby cheeks and curvy fingers, I sound beautiful, don't you think?

Hah! Don't be so fooled! I'm a four-eyed girl, you know. Yes! I wear thick sunglasses, my nose is flat, my teeth are crooked, and I have the habit of wearing a mask every day, "Eh, Dad. Wait for my mask!" I exclaimed in panic

"Mask? What's a mask for?" asked the father, "There are no longer rules about wearing masks..."

"Yes, but I'm already comfortable."

WIP title game!

thank you so much @cowboybrunch !

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Here is the title of a story that i label as WIP even though i haven't continue it in months (i continue it, but in my dreams) :

YOUR TALE

(If you remember Ara, she is from this story. I really love this one, i made it since 2019, but haven't write it. Yet.)

And here is the titles of my hibernating projects. I'll continue it after i finish Stranger In My Dream or when i have a lot of time.

Whispers of Yesterday (the Nicholas one)

Summer Journeys (the Kirana one)

And this is, the abandoned ones. (Maybe i'll take it out from the trash. Maybe)

Aruku

Please, a normal love story

Two sides of the same heart

The secret life of Elle Mata

Mengertilah Kasih

There's also 4 brain dump-no titles-stories and one confirmed story (but yea... i haven't write it... yet.)

YEET! @shockingly-green-chicken @ramwritblr @ryns-ramblings @rivenantiqnerd @winglesswriter @leyllethecreator

[deexchanel]

TFATWS

Word Count: 2,923

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing.

Summary: Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo and Bucky to Madripoor.

A/N: I know this episode is over used but I write this and I just wanted to give you guys something after been absent for so long. My birthday is next week and I’m excited. Enjoy this one-shot.

They followed Zemo to his personal jet. An older man stood at the end of the stairs waiting on their arrival.

"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asked looking at the jet. Y/N walked between him and Bucky behind Zemo. She hasn't really been talking to Bucky because of their argument.

It was basically about how he disappeared on her. He left without warning. The only reason the previous couple is around each other now because Y/N was there when Sam gave up the shield and decided to stay by his side through the journey. That’s how she ended up here on a plane with someone that broke her heart.

The reason why Bucky left because he’s scared to love. He’s scared that’s she was going to leave him because of his past since it was too much for her. So Bucky left and still hasn’t told her the reason why he did.

"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Zemo replied then spoke to the older gentleman in Russian. After the men greet each other the trio followed Zemo into the jet.

Bucky placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back to help her up the stairs, but she pushed his hand off. She had every right to be mad at him. Y/N really loves Bucky but he can't just leave her whenever he gets the chance.

Y/N sat in the chair in front of Zemo with Sam beside him and Bucky beside her. She nervously looked out the window, Y/N isn’t a big fan of heights.

"The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley." The man said to Zemo who replied in Sokovian. My nerves were getting really bad, She starts to fumble with her fingers.

"Y/N you okay?" Sam’s voice laced with concern. She turns to see them staring at her like a worried parent. Y/N gave them a small smile trying to ease their worries.

"I'm fine."

"Just checking Y/N. Why don't you tell us about where we are going Zemo?" Sam asked looking at Zemo for answers.

Zemo opened a book, "I'm sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it but this part seems to be important." He pulled a little book that was inside the bigger book holding it up.

"Who is Nakajima?"

Bucky swiftly gets up wrapping his gloved hand around his neck. Y/N’s eyes widened from seeing how worked up he got up from that. All the nervousness about flying left her body.

"What the hell James??"

"If you touch that again, I'll kill you." Bucky seethed then unwrapped his hand from around Zemo's neck sitting back down. Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. Deep down she wished it was her he was putting into place but no one needs to know that. (Our little secret.)

"I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier." Zemo said obviously not phased by what just happened.

"Don't push it," Bucky warned glancing at him then towards Sam.

"I've seen that book. It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?" Sam amused but Bucky kept a straight face.

"I like '40s music, so..."

" '40s music? You definitely need to put me on some good music then." Y/N said engaging in their conversation. She thought it was kinda cute that he held on to the book Steve had. Bucky gave her a small smile.

"Whenever I get the chance, I will. Just for you."

Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling to keep up the ‘I’m mad at him' act. But it wasn’t working.

"You didn't like it?" Sam asked shocked.

"I liked it." Bucky said giving him the face of 'duh I liked it.'

"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." Zemo said in the most formal way possible. Y/N gave a humorous smile nodding her head.

"That was one of the best ways to explain it."

"He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye" Sam agreed as if Bucky didn't agree. Y/N laughed at what he was doing.

"Sam, why are you still going on about it? James literally agreed."

"I like Marvin Gaye." Bucky continues looking at him.

"Steve adored Marvin Gaye," Sam said bringing up another memory of Steve.

"I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." Y/N held up the finger going to the mini bathroom. She struggled so damn hard in that small ass bathroom trying not to fall on her ass. Y/N soon came out to hear them talking about Madripoor.

"What's up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it's Skull Island." Sam questioned looking between the two who used to be villains.

"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a private sanctuary back in the 1800s." Bucky starts while Zemo finished telling them the information.

"It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone."

Y/N glanced at Bucky who tensed up at those words. I knew it was going to be hard on him. Sitting back down in her seat, She moved the hair that was in her face.

"So who do I go as?"

"Miss Sapphire, one of the richest lady there. She models for every company you can think of." Zemo said showing Y/N a picture of a woman who looked exactly like her.

"Ooo I think I'm going to like this," Y/N smirked looking at the outfit that she was going to have to put on. She knew Bucky wasn't going to like it but oh well, its part of the job.

——————

Y/N was beside Sam as they walked down this empty bridge. She kept sneaking glances at Bucky because he looked so good with his new arm. Y/N didn’t know she staring too long when his eyes linked with hers. She quickly looked away, face turning really hot.

"We have to fix this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam complained touching his suit. Y/N rolled her eyes, her feet were starting to hurt from walking for so long.

"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp," Zemo said. Y/N’s walk began to turn into limping which made her fall behind a little.

A little "Ow." came from her mouth, grabbing Bucky's attention. He slowed down walking beside Y/N.

"You okay?"

"I'm good."

"No, you're not. You just said 'Ow'. What's wrong?"

"None of your business James. I'm okay."

"So you’re calling me James now? And I know your feet are hurting Y/N. Let me help."

Y/N decided to be stubborn even though she wanted to get off her feet so badly. "It's always been, James. I'm able to handle myself, I can take the pain."

Bucky rolled his eyes, in a matter of seconds, Y/N was in his arms bridal style. Not in the mood to argue, Y/N looked everywhere but him.

"And it's Bucky to you. It's always and forever going to be that to you."

"Before you left, it was Bucky. Now it's James. You know what, I can walk myself." She moved but his grip tightened not wanting her to get out of his arms.

"No, I'm going to continue to carry you," Bucky said but Y/N didn't respond which made it quiet between them. She fought the urge to look at him since she was mad.

"I saw you looking at me and my arm."

She looked up at him fulfilling her urge and they made eye contact. Y/N quickly looked away nervously "Um, no I wasn't."

Bucky let out a laugh, "You indeed was."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Guys! for the love of God, shut up!"Sam scolded from in front of them.

"He started it!" Y/N replied back like a little kid. Bucky laughed a little then sigh.

"Y/N, you've barely said a word to me today. Did I do something?"

She scoffs getting irritated from that dumb-ass question. "DiD I dO sOmEtHiNg?? Huh? Bucky stop talking to me before I say something I might regret."

"What? Y/N I just asked a question." Bucky said in defense. She huff rolling her eyes, 'a dumb ass question at that'

"No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error." Zemo explained as the car came into view on the bridge. Bucky placed her down on her feet when they neared it, opening the door for Y/N who climbed in the middle seat.

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"Here we are."

Walking into the bar they could feel the intense stares. Bucky glared at anyone that looked in her direction. Y/N had to fight off any instinct to grab his hand. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do it.

You could hear the whispers of the crowd looking at them. "Is that the Winter Soldier?". Zemo guided them directly to the bar. A tall dark skin man walked over to the trio so they could order.

"Hello, lady and gentlemen. Wasn't expecting to see you, Sapphire and Smiling Tiger."

"His plans changed." Zemo nodded towards Sam. "We have business to do with Selby."

The bartender looked at Sam,"The usual? Anything for you Ms. Sapphire?"

Sam nodded his head while Y/N replied, "No, Thank you." The bartender turned around grabbing a dead snake out of a glass jar. She covered up her mouth to keep from gagging. Y/N turn to Bucky shaking her head no.

"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." I heard Zemo say from behind Y/N. She would’ve laughed but Y/N wanted to puke at the moment. She knew Sam had drunk it when Bucky looked the other way to keep from I guess laughing.

Y/N moved to the side of Bucky when a man walked up to Zemo from behind. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me." Zemo then pointed towards Bucky.

"New haircut?" The man asked but Bucky just stared.

"Or bring Selby for a chat." Zemo continued his deal. The man walked away not even giving an answer.

"A Power Broker? Really?" Bucky finally spoke up.

"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Zemo explained.

"Do you know him?" Sam whispered not wanting to give himself away.

"Only by reputation," Zemo replied. "In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner."

Y/N leaned against the bar with my back facing the crowd. She felt a hand being placed on her lower back. The other hand moved Y/N’s hair from the side to show her neck.

"Sapphire, baby, we didn't get to finish from last night. Let's get out of here."

Y/N prepared to punch him but stopped herself when she heard Zemo say "Зимний Солдат, Атака" ( Winter Soldier, Attack.)

Y/N turn around to see it was a different man this time. He had a smirk on his face, as his index finger touched her bottom lip slowly then used the rest of his fingers running down her exposed chest.

Y/N had never felt so disgusted in her life. His fingers stopped on her boob when Bucky's metal hand swiftly grabbed it, crushing his hand.

You could tell that Bucky was so angry for him even getting close to Y/N. The man grunts out in pain as both of them walked away from her while Bucky still clutched on his hand.

The pair shared a quick look. The way he eased back into his Winter Soldier character bothered her a bit. Maybe he had it like a switch?

Y/N winced not really wanting to see none of the combat taking place so she turned around with her back facing the crowd.

She didn’t want him to feel he can protect her all the time. Y/N didn’t want to seem so dependent on him especially if he isn’t going to always be in the picture. When Y/N needed him, he wasn't there. Getting out of her thoughts when Bucky slammed the man that touched Y/N on top of the bar holding on to his neck, eyes never leaving his face.

Everyone around them starts to take their gun off safety. Y/N’s heart starts to pound as she looked around. Zemo placed a hand on Bucky's arms whispering.

"Stay in character or the whole bar turn on us."

Zemo says something else in Russian which makes Bucky let go of the man. "Selby will see you now." The bartender announced.

"Thank you," Zemo said then walked off.

"You good?" Sam asked Bucky concerned. He looked at me but Y/N quickly glanced at them then followed behind Zemo not uttering a word.

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Turns out Y/N wasn’t the one she wants to talk to since she was just some famous model. She had to stand in the hallway and wait on them. Y/N was so uncomfortable, especially with what she had on.

Y/N heard a gunshot which makes her kick in the door. Both Bucky and Sam aimed the gun at her then lowered it.

"What the hell happened in here?!" Y/N asked seeing the bodies on the floor.

"We'll explain later, let's go," Bucky said grabbing her hand and they all walked out of the building. They walked through the streets hearing surrounding people phones going off

"This is not good," Zemo said looking around at the people who looked on their phones. They near the end of the street when bullets aimed at us. Bucky pulled Y/N to him as they ran in one direction.

"I can't run in these heels!" Sam yelled while he ran.

"You better learn today!" Y/N yelled back holding on to Bucky's hand since it was in the heat of the moment, not wanting to let go.

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Sharon help killed off the bounty hunters they had on us. At the moment Y/N was in the bathroom getting ready for the party she was having. Finished with getting dressed, she walked out of the bathroom running into a hard chest.

"Oops sorry!"

"It's an okay doll."

Y/N gave him a small smile then began to walk to the room where everyone else was until Bucky grabbed her hand.

"Why didn’t answer my question from earlier? What did I do?"

"You know what you did Bucky. Is there I need to say?"

"I think I know what I did? I don’t know Y/N. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

"To answer your dumb-ass question, you did do something wrong. You act like everything's okay between us when it's not! Bucky, you left me. Like disappeared on me without explaining why!"

"I knew telling you that I was leaving would crush you. I didn't want you to be hurt over the fact that I left." Bucky rubbed his hand over his mouth.

"Leaving you was the best way to protect you. I'm feared by many but that still doesn't mean you aren't going to be a target to hurt me."

"Best way to protect me?! You leaving hurt me way more than what you think it did. You're worried about protection but not focusing on my feels. You said you love me but you left like it wasn't nothing." I groan flustrated raising my voice. He couldn’t look at Y/N and it raised her suspicion.

“You’re lying Bucky? What is it? What is the truth.”

“Y/N... Please.”

“Bucky tell me!”

"I was scared Y/N! Scared that you were already planning to leave because of my past. I know I shouldn’t have left when you needed me but I didn’t know what to do. You deserve better than me Y/N.” Bucky confessed as his head dropped. I placed my hand under his chin so he could look me in the eyes.

“Bucky I could’ve told me. You leaving hurt me more than what you think it did. I love you and that means that I’ll understand anything you’re going through. I don’t deserve better, and I don’t want better. I want you Bucky. You’re not alone in this baby I swear.”

Bucky pulled Y/N to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you too Y/N so much.” He kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“Oh and I wanted to kill him so badly but I knew you weren't going to like that so I stopped."

"You know me so well."

Bucky apologized again, “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up.” He began to kiss on her neck making Y/N tilt her head to the side so he could have more access.

"Hm, I'll accept it if you dance on the dance floor with me."

"No! God no. I'll do anything but that. You know I don't like dancing." Bucky pulled back groaning but she gave him the puppy eyes.

"Please? Or I'm going to stay mad at you."

Bucky rubbed his hand over his face, "Fine."

Y/N smiled jumping in his arms and they rested under her butt to keep her held up.

"Yayyy!! This is going to be fun."

"I’m only doing this for you baby.”

“That’s the best part.”

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This took a long ass time to edit but I hope you guys like it. Like I said earlier I know this episode is overused but I had written this when tfatws was still airing so yeah.

I’m posting something since I haven’t posted in so long.

If this one-shot doesn’t make sense let me know cause it’s almost 3 am while I’m trying to edit and add stuff to this and I’m so sleepy 😂

Thank you for reading!

Stay slutty my friendsss 💕

[vyglitchcraft]

Slasher OC

Full Name: Cavalier Gantz

Alias: The Graffiti Assassin, The Gas Mask Hitman, The Urban Grim Reaper

Age: 20-23

Gender: Up to interpretation/unknown

Nationality: Indonesian

Ocupation: Hitman, Gang Member, Artist

Location: Unspecified (where ever their target is)

Hair Color/Style: Short Messy, Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Brown (r), Blue (l)

Height: 6'0

Body Type: Semi Athletic

Languages: Bahasa Indonesia, English, Japanese, Italian

Attire: Black leather jacket with a white dress shirt underneath, jeans with leather straps that connects the belt, knee pads, and boots, and dark grey gas mask with painted green circles on the filters that glows, and fingerless gloves

Weapons: Explosive Paint Cans, Military Knives, Firearms (usually rifles), Swords

Biography:

Cavalier Gantz is an average college student and civilian most of the time. They live a mostly average life, not really interacting with anyone else. They were always just "that person thats across the street" and nothing more.

Their past is mostly unknown but it was known their family life wasn't good, although not specified it was likely neglect or some sort of overwhelming pressure that cause them to be more quiet and reserved.

They work for a large gang simply called "Urban Empire" this gang was more known for their drug and weapons trade but that doesn't mean they don't have a hitman team in which Gantz works in. Their job was simply killing, torturing, and kidnapping the person they're ordered too, be it teammates, politicians, or innocent civilians, if their boss wants them dead, they are going to be killed. But some exceptions can be made in their job if their boss is paid enough, they can help film snuff, exporting illegal items and so on as long as they're ordered too by their "capo"

Their victims were always killed in mundane ways, such as stab wounds, poison, or a bullet to the head. They usually avoid killing people in more showy way to redirect the suspicion to other people.

Other than that, their face was a complete mystery. There was only one survivor, a highschool boy that was known to cause trouble and was sent to juvenile detention fairly often from being caught with high amounts of drugs. He describes them as a tall looming shadowy figure, hiding behind a thick screen of spray paint that seemingly follows them like "the dreadful atmosphere around the dark times in the city" the boy said. The boy soon killed himself, leaving a note about seeing the same figure following him everywhere and never feeling alone.

The police never found the existence of said figure but instead found some DNA to another unrelated person.

Personality:

Gantz is probably the quietest non mute person you'll ever meet, they don't bother to interact with anyone unless they needed or close to. They can also be described as very equal as in their eyes everyone is the same and never really judge anyone openly.

Gantz is surprisingly kind to the targets that were able to last long against them, they gave them a reward for this and that is a final wish. This reward is able to grant the victims a final wish before they die and even a way they would like to be killed.

But they do have some anger issues, they would rarely forgive and more of revenge in a twisted way of being equal. Basically if someone wronged them, they would do the same against them. While angered they're surprisingly sadistic, usually getting it out by destroying items, killing targets in a brutal way or torturing them until they become emotionless husks.

They are also very manipulative, they can fake emotions to make the victim to comply and even feel emotions for them so they can handle them more easily, they can even fake the personality of their loved ones if needed.

Power/Skills:

Extreme Voice Range

Athletic

Tracking Nearby Targets

Fast Reflexes

Stealth

Bohemian Rhapsody (the ability to inflict high amounts of paranoia and panic in victims and in some cases even madness and hallucinations)

Hand to Hand Combat

Manipulation

Faking Emotions

Copying Other Peoples Personalities

Hobby:

Drinking and mixing alcohol

Drawing

Vandalise/paint public places

Mapping locations

Documenting targets, history, places, or random things

Spacing out/resting

Listening to/playing music (they can sing and play several instruments)

Crimes:

Murder

Breaking An Entering

Snuff Filming

Torture

Vandalism

Stalking

Theft

Information Theft

Type of villain: Cold Blooded Killer

Quotes:

"What's your last wish?"

"Don't worry, the job is done"

"I'm sorry but you didn't pay on time, it's the rules"

"Let's make a deal shall we?"

"You love me? sorry but you're not thinking straight in a near death situation"

"I don't feel anything to you, I'm just doing my job"

"Believe me I'm a professional, nothing will get in my way"

"it's an eye for an eye, caro mio"

[daubigny-stan]

Gender stuff

Okay so everyone is allowed to question their gender right? Whether or not you end up trans or NB or whatever you can question right? Okay good

Because I’m having questions about mine.

For context, I’m currently a cis woman of color, I’m from Indonesia. And I can’t help but wonder if this line of questioning is coming from my failures to conform to my assigned gender. Now I’m not saying this is the case for everyone, I’m not even saying it is my main reason BUT I’m saying it might play a role.

To start with, there’s my appearance. I’m tall (1.68, Asian standards standards), on the thicker side (keep in mind, Asian standards), and I have dark skin. Indonesians come in all shades (literally all of them) but my peers would say I’m dark. So I am in complete contrast with the ideal Asian woman, which is petit, fair, and short. I don’t like to admit it, but these standards do get to me. I stick out like a sore thumb. I’m tall and wide compared to my smaller friends and it has always been that way since I was a kid.

It can be very hard for me to feel beautiful. Now I know, body neutrality is a thing that can be practiced in these scenarios but not feeling femininely beautiful can get to you. I date a lot and despite praises from numerous partners I have a very hard time telling myself I’m good looking. Colorism be damned.

There was a time I did feel a lot better than I do, a moment of clarity. When I started highschool I cut my hair super short because I was finally going to a more liberal school where I could take of my hijab. Instead of people avoiding me, I got compliments all the time. I loved dressing handsome when I could (we had to wear uniforms to school :/) and my female peers would just tell me how handsome I was. It felt really good. Well maybe because I also like girls, which adds another point to the “not conforming to the heteronormative notion of the female gender list”.

But like, I didn’t always want to be masculine even at the time. Right now, I’m discovering the magic of skirts and dresses, I love dressing feminine! But sometimes I just find myself wanting to erase every speck of femininity on my body. Which is harder than it used to be.

So as you can see it's quite the conundrum. I don't really need pronouns because the language i speak daily doesn't have gendered third person pronouns and in English it isn't really significant? But i guess i like the idea of they/them or she/they