#HOW AM I SUPOOSED TO ANSWER THIS????

[sockdooe]

Shiro about to start talking about Lance: 🥺

Allura: What does '🥺' mean? I don't speak bottom

THIS IS THE MOST RANDOM ASK— I anon it took me like an hour to think of how to even respond I need you to know that.

However….

I imagine afterwards shiro would definitely send ☹️ back to allura JDOENEOEN

“Shiro darling you know I don’t speak bottom language” IS SO FUNNY JCIEKE

Allura and shiro being best friends enough to do this is absolutely hilarious I love that.

Shiro: allura… ☹️

Allura: what do you want me to say that’s going to help you shiro?

Allura: clearly your answer is that you need to get fucked I can’t help with that!

Shiro: ALLURA 😧

[portraitofadyke]

THOUGHTS ON OFMD S2 FINALE (and s2) overall

Okay, so we ended the season on a high note, and after reading a lot of people's insights here, I have a few things to say

The issue between Ed and Stede is not resolved by them moving into the inn I have seen a lot of people have conflicted feelings about this one. And guys. Nobody said it was. They have been through a lot this season; separation, Ed's spiraling, Stede's rise (and imminent fall) to infamy. And it's absolutely not meant to feel resolved. They just went through something traumatic. I am pretty indifferent about Izzy (unlike most fandom), but his relationship with Ed was veery complicated, and now he's dead. He meant a lot to Ed, and how did Ed reward him for that? By torturing him, along with the crew, and shooting his leg off. Now Ed has to live with that. And somebody else pointed it out before, but Ed's solution to everything, same as Stede, is escapism. Right now, feeling like the regular guy who runs an inn, or lives in a little cottage, is better than facing everything that's happened. Stede hasn't expressed his opinion on being a pirate still. He seemed excited at Zheng's offer to join teams. He didn't say no. And neither did Ed. Those guys have been through so much since they met, changed as people, and now they just need a moment of peace and quiet, without the world exploding around them and the responsility of the crew on their shoulders to talk it out. Live with each other. Throghout the whole season, they did not have a chance to actually talk about what they want. Now they can

Jenkins himself said the relationship is not complete without a third act. This is not meant to be the finale for them. We're not supoosed to see the united Revenge off into the sunset and expect that to be the end. if we do have a third season, we should see how these two manage the quiet life, if they have the conversations they should. It's unresolved for a reason

Ed has serious issues that will not dissolve just because he moved in with the love of his life Ever since we are introduced to Blackbeard in s1, we see how very reactive he is, how erratic. he can't stand criticism, can't stand being told what to do, anything uncomfortable to him he lashes out at. We see some growth with that this season, BUT There's the thing nobody really talks about. In s1, during the Fuckery, Ed tells Stede he hasn't actually killed anyone since his dad. he just maims. And we believe it; Ed is very good at making people believe what he wants them to believe, he's a tactical genius, he could pull not-killing and being a notorious legend just with maiming. BUT We see it contradicted in the next episode. With Jack, who tells Stede about how Ed set a whole ship on fire. When asked about his supposed 'ban on killing' by Stede, Ed answers that 'Technically, the fire did it.' We move on. Makes you wonder how many times 'technically, something else did it' before. Then, Stede leaves him on the beach, Ed goes back to the ship, and after being vulberable in front of the crew, he wants it to stop. Wants the feelings to stop. Wants to hide behind the comfort of the insanity and ruthlessness of Blackbeard. The first thing he does? Gets rid of the person who saw him hurting the most, Lucius, and throws him overboard. That should be his first direct kill since his father, if we believe his claim, and it goes downwards from there. We start s2 with Ed completely derranged. He's pushing his crew to their limits and beyond. He's clearly indifferent to his crew dying (Ivan). He's high and drunk and it's implied that he kills recklessly now. he drives everyone around himself, Including himself, to insanity. We see him passively trying to kill himself, because like Stede said, he will either burn the world down or die trying, and like Izzy said, he's too much of a coward to do it himself. He's breaking Ned's record not to prove that he can (bc he knows he can and just doesn't care, he's notorious enough, this isn't about his legacy anymore), but because he hopes it will get Ned on his track. He hopes Ed will kill him, if no one of the crew will. He gives the gun to Izzy. Asks him to kill him. he doesn't. So what does he do? He intentionally sails his boat into a deadly storm. When everyone is too scared to stop him, he carries on. He will either drown everyone, or somebody will kill him. During the storm, while Ed is in his final breakdown, we see multiple crew members go overboard, lost to the sea. That's another dozens deaths on Ed's conscience. When the crew finally turns on him, he's relieved to die. He can't wait. In the gravy basket, he finally admits to himself that he hates himself. He thinks he's unlovable. Should be unlovable. And as much as I adore the scene where Stede essentially coaxes him back to life with his love, proving the opposite (the mermaid is a cinematic masterpiece), Ed's deep laying issues that started with coming from an abusive household and ending with being a crazy, tortutous maniac will not be cured by true love's kiss.

In the finale, he obviously kills a lot of people. And so does Stede. I love that he got his hero moment. I love that he got to use the thing he's good at. But. He killed people recklessly. We see him stab, shoot, snap necks, choke. If we are to believe he hasn't killed since his dad until Lucius, did he start being okay with death during his crazy reign on the Revenge? Will he hate himself more for it? What will he do with himself now? And Stede, somebody who had flashbacks about an accidental death, now killed more than one person who threatened his crew. his Family. How will he deal with that on his conscience?

Go do the thing you're good at and stick to it Pardon me if those are not the exact words, but that's what the fisherman tells to Ed. Ed who dreamt about a normal life ever since leaving his home, maybe before that, since his dad did nothing but abuse his family. Immediately, he fishes out the leathers and goes back to being Blackbeard, because he is the most famous pirate for a reason. Only to go to an inn with Stede. Ed's perception of the normal life is a fantasy. When he thinks he's living the live of a good, conent fisherman, he's actually doing fuckall. He's never had a chance to be a normal guy, and I don't think he will like it. Stede didn't like it, either. And now they have each other, sure, and it's different when you don't have to pretend to be somebody else and be with someone you truly love, who gets you, but. It will not last. Ed will find out how boring and mundane everyday life is.

Co-captains So obviously, since a lot has been going on, these two need to lay low for a bit. Find out what life should be for the two of them if they just live. No piracy, no crime. Like we said, it will not last. They are both restless, born to move. Not to mention either of them is exactly mentally stable. We have seen them together on the ship plenty, sure. Ed mentoring Stede about piracy, Stede Ed about finery. Then, finally, their relationship moves on and they realise they are significant to each other, and they decide to be co-captains. If you find two people perfect enough for each other. It's new. It sounds like the novelty Ed needs and the support and respect Stede craves. But we never really see it. Stede leaves. Ed goes crazy. Stede saves the crew. Ed tries to earn forgiveness. Now Stede is the captain. We have a small moment of peace (between s5 and 6) where they probably could be just co-captaining. And then, when Zheng offers them to join up, we never really see that. My guess is that's what we should be getting in s3.

So much importance on family just for Stede and Ed to see them off So my biggest nightmare for the finale, just like everyone else's, was the crew splitting up. To me, this show is as much about acceptance of queenress as it is about found family. They will be reuinted. They are a family. Overall, it was rushed, but still better than 99% of other tv shows.

[daycourtofficial]

Bestie.... This is the co-worker anon, holy shit, this is going to be long. His sister came up to me during dinner and told me that she took matters into her own hands (a.k.a sending you an ask in case I have your notifications on and saw it--which I do, have your notifs on I mean, when I have the Tumblr app installed. But work was picking up and I got so busy I uninstalled all social media app off my phone).

WORRY NOT!!! I will dedicate an altar for you. Seriously, with the seasoned cum ask printed out (if I can find the post again), and candles, and pretty fairy lights, and some autumn themed stuff, the whole shebang.

YES IT'S CARI CAN READ! He said Sarah writing style is not for him so he can't make himself read the book, but he did watch several ACOTAR explained video so he'll understand what I'm talking about.

I don't know about marriage, but we've been to several dinner and we went to an amusement park date yesterday after I offhandedly said I haven't been to one in years. And I've met his family and y'know... I debated sending you updates via asks anytime something happened but I like the idea of having this for myself (even though technically none of you would actually know since this is on anon lmao). But it's the vibes y'know, I'm just private, this started off as something hilarious but the more time I spend with him the more serious it goes and I didn't feel like sharing, even anonymously.

OKAY BUT ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE! Really though, if this works out long term, I will absolutely gave 83% credit to your for kick starting our relationship (the 17% was to me for opening Tumblr on company time).

FRIEND, HE'S LIKE he answer to all of my (@ God; me when?) prayers? HE'S A DECENT GUY? They're still here? They didn't only exist in books? (I'm chalking it up mostly to him having 2 older sister and one younger). But really, he's really amazing. And while I will always be mortified that he started talking to me because of That post, the feeling of gratefulness is bigger.

REALLY THOUGH HOW AM I SUPOOSED TO CONVEY HOW GRATEFUL I AM? I'll just pray all the happiness and giddiness I've felt the past month come back to you tenfold luv!!!

Bestie I think about you once a week. I totally get the privacy thing, I’m the same way. i keep things to myself too.

God I hope this is real bc this is the funniest and sweetest thing to ever happen lmaooo

Thank you for the altar, I hope you have a fall themed wedding if it ever gets there 🙏🏻 an homage to Eris

You found your little ginger omg I’m so happy for you!! I will accept your 83/17 split, your new man had nothing to do with it

Anyway feel free to drop by on occasion and let me know how you’re doing!! Sending all the love is happiness (and flavored cum) to you both 🥰🥰

[startanewdream]

I was reflecting on your previous answer and I think James is an interesting character to, sort of, test people's in their belief that people can change. Some people think that, point blank, people can't change. Some people think that people can change but don't extend that to James, either because, for whatever reason, they are too attached to the image of his fifteen years old self or because they think bullying reveals something about him that they just can't forgive. There's also those people who think his growth wasn't... well written, and... I mean... it wasn't really written at all, was it? That was just referenced to us. It isn't his story, after all.

And I've seen people arguing that we don't know for sure that he changed because who said that were two biased sources. But... everything we get about James is from an unreliable source, and there's absolutely nothing to challenge the notion he did change in the narrative later on. And, well, for me, Harry naming his first child James shows he has reconciled with his image of his father after all. So I really doubt we were not supposed to take that as a fact. If anything, I think that not acknowledging his change goes against one of the main themes of whole the narrative! But unfortunately (or perhaps not?), I think the author left enough holes in James' story and how we're supposed to perceive him that people can dig deeper and turn these holes bigger than they were supoosed to be if they want to. What do you think?

Well, his growth wasn't written, that's one of my biggest issues with the books and why I turn to fanfics (and about this, I'm loving James' journey in The Last Enemy: Dark Marks by @chdarling). There are so many ways of showing/explaining James' growth.

I am not very fan of using Lily as a proof of James' change, but I will anyway: she says very clearly what she dislikes about him. I don't see Lily dating James unless he changed his problematic issues. And beyond Sirius and Remus, who adored James, other people speak well of them. McGonagall is distressed beyond words upon hearing about their deaths. Hagrid says over and over that they were the best people. Dumbledore speaks only about James' bravery and moral sense.

Harry's journey involves accepting repeatedly that people he loves and respects were flawed people when they were younger (James, Dumbledore), and I think he accepts this about James even during OotP. One of my fave underrated moments is the books is this one, not long after SWM:

"...so I took the chance and flew left — his right, I mean — and — well — you saw what happened,” Ron concluded modestly, sweeping his hair back quite unnecessarily so that it looked interestingly windswept and glancing around to see whether the people nearest to them — a bunch of gossiping third-year Hufflepuffs — had heard him. “And then, when Chambers came at me about five minutes later — what?” Ron said, stopping mid-sentence at the look on Harry’s face. “Why are you grinning?” “I’m not,” said Harry quickly, looking down at his Transfiguration notes and attempting to straighten his face. The truth was that Ron had just reminded Harry forcibly of another Gryffindor Quidditch player who had once sat rumpling his hair under this very tree."

Harry, who thought his father's habits were silly 30 pages before, is grinning with this comparison. He's made his peace. 🧡

[shanieveh]

REVERSE 08↺: the look of regret

wriothesley x fem!reader

Now playing: Glue Song — beabadoobee

Wriothesley was not really a well known asshole as he was currently, in fact it was quite the opposite.

In fact, he was a nerd, the biggest one on campus. Another well known fact about him is that he was courting someone, the girl who considers books as her boyfriend.

"Hey, sugar!" With his hands on the pockets, Wriothesley walked up to her. "What are you studying, can we study together?"

Silence.

"Pleaseee...???" he waited for a response that never arrived.

"Go away already, you're so annoying!"

Almost whining, Wriothesley pouted and huffed similar to those of a toddler in tantrum. It was not fair! He studied lessons 4-7 in Algebra and was waiting to impress her!

"How about me?" Neuvillette asked her. Ha! As if she will actually—

"Okay." she answered in a nonchalant tone.

And now they studied together, but since Neuvillette was the best he dragged Wriothesley with her. It was the best dragging a man could ask for.

"Hmm this part seems difficult..." oh nooo, she looks like she's having a hard time, maybe a big strong prince like Wriothes—

"The answer is 15," he answered casually with a big smile on his face.

The girl seemed to check the question even further, solving it numerous times and was now questioning him even more! Hey, first of all he was correct cause he did that item and used photomath!

Those were how his days usually go, he was trying to go to the gym for self improvement, trying to eat healthy to be better. All he did he thought of she, how she deserves someone good.

She deserves a captain of a basketball team, not someone who can't even dribble a ball. She deserves someone who's the President of the school, not someone who just relies on apps to have good grades.

So he worked hard, he worked out, he slept good, he studied endlessly just so he could keep up with someone as perfect as you.

"Hmm this tea is good!" After being put into a group project together, he made sure you were comfortable in every way.

"Yeah?!? It's the one I got in Paris, I was actually born there." He scratches the back of his head out of embarassment.

"Oh wow, really! I always wanted to visit that place. I'm so tired of studying sometimes but it's all I could do for now," she drank once more.

It was going quite well, and he liked that. After months of endless chase, she was finally opening up about what she liked or not like and the man was over the moon!

"Maybe you should take a break you know," he smiles at her, "you deserve it more than anyone."

In response, she could only force a bitter smile, one even more so than the tea in her hand.

"I desperately need to get that scholarship for 2nd year. I want to keep studying here and I also am so sick and tired of these part time jobs," she let out a bittersweet sigh, getting comfortable on her seat.

The thing was, Wriothesley never really related to that kind of problem, everything he needed was already on the table. He never really earned to be in the school, as he didnt believe it worth earning.

It wasn't supoosed to be a privilege at all but a right.

And time flew by, he gradually knew the person he liked. It started because of that cute pout like a little girl you had while trying to understand chemistry during first day of highschool.

But to know a woman who did everything just to have a successful future, just so she could provide for her loved ones, that was when he fell, and he fell hard.

"Stop following me, Rio, stop it!"

It was raining just after the sem break. He knew it was important to respect her boundaries, and to respect her wishes, but he just couldn't... maybe he was too selfish to care.

Good thing, the dead end was near and [Name] had no place to run.

"Please... please let me be here. Tell me what's wrong?!" He begged, to the stars, to the moon, to her.

Wriothesley wasn't just begging to hear, he was begging to be in her life. He wanted to know everything about her, everything that made her... beautiful... everything that made her... her.

"It's just that..." she started sobbing. "I just didn't do good enough, and I don't deserve the love and attention of someone like you."

She kept on rambling while be kept looking at her face, her face was not one for tears but happiness... euphoria.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way." Wriothesley said with guilt eating up his system.

"It's not your fault—"

"It is!" He cursed at the rain drowning with his tears. "I courted you because.. because I love you and I wanted you to know that love. You can reject me, you can make me disappear and I'll do it just a single word and I will."

She just sighed, accepting her fate that was talking to this man.

"I'm the one who's supposed to be doing to effort to know you, not the other way around." She sat there in silence. "But also I'm tired of pretending I'm annoyed at you or something."

Wriothesley let out a fit of laughter, it was a light hearted talk.

"Everything in this world might change but not this, sugar." He spoke out in full confidence. "Because as long as you give me the chance to do so... I'll chase you unto the ends of the world."

It was her turn to giggle.

"I guess everything might reverse but not your love for me!"

...

She was right.

And there was never a look of regret, even after eveything that happened between the two.

——————————[ 07 —↺— 09 ]——————————

the whole campus knows about your 3 year crush on the student body president and basketball captain wriothesley. you were fine with his constant ignoring and rejections until something happened, until you stopped, and a reverse took place... now he won't leave you alone.

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author's note: quick update and just a glimpse on what will happen for chapters 7-15 bye bye im so tired

[specialmouse]

How am i supoosed to interpret this. You fucking tellll me. I put it on a post where she said that, even in one way (which actually was the reason why the war on drugs was so disastrous) a porn ban would be worse than the war on drugs bc the government knows what cocaine is. And i said it’s incredibly insensitive to compare something that hasn’t happened and wouldn’t be as bad as the war on drugs to something that has happened and has purposefully destroyed Black communities and neighborhoods. I didn’t even say she was a zoophile I said “maybe someone who would talk about bestiality and incest like this is someone who would act like a porn ban would in any way be more disastrous than the war on drugs”. Though on this one I understand how you could read it that way and I apologize for not being more specific, but not that I called her out at all. I also did not know she is a trans woman. I looked for proof, and had somewhat of an inclination based on the pfp, but I didn’t actually know.

Any white person who chooses to watch hentai over and over can kill themselves, nonwhite people go walk into the desert and fend for yourselves. I am japanese. I am feminine, according to you. I know what hentai does to white people’s brains and have experienced it firsthand. Kill yourself if you get off to hentai I do not fucking care if there’s “two 32 year olds having consensual sex”. I will shame ANYONE who watches it. The people that came after me for that were white trans women, so those are rhe people I responded to. You come at me with a personally triggering topic you’re going to get a triggered answer. Christ.

To be completely clear: I have issues with white trans women using their transness and whiteness as ways of telling people of color to stop being uncomfortable with the way they express their sexuality when it has a racial component. I don’t care what you do but the moment it becomes racial I do have an issue with that. I even said I wasn’t going to comment on inneskeeper, who apparently wants to fuck dogs, because we know that’s wrong but she (they?) has a lot of issues and it’s not my place. I was not involved with txttletale or predstrogen (I dislike a lot of things she’s said regarding sex and race (not her transition pictures to be fucking clear), but I was publicly against her deletion even though I wanted her gone, for other reasons), and didn’t care to involve myself either because I actually DIDN’T want to get involved in a non-racial issue revolving trans women’s sexualities. Peep the fact that every thing you listed I protested because of the racial component. And if you come here again and say “you only use the race card so you can hate us” I don’t know what to tell you.

You tried to accuse feathershy of being a zoophile over her post regarding porn regulation, you tried to shame estrojinx over the notion that trans women look at hentai, your chillness with ardourie/neotrances who has tried to harass about five or six different trans women off the site at this point... You jump at the chance to paint trans women as sexually perverse using the most outlandish pretenses. Basically it seems you are supportive in the abstract but as soon as anything skirting the topic of sex comes up in relation to trans women you leap to the worst possible baseless conclusions you can conceive of. It's transmisogyny 101, call her a pedophile, call her some sort of predator, try and get people to shun her. You are uncomfortable with trans women speaking about sex, porn, or anything else related, and you always reach instinctively for the most incriminating insinuations you can aim at them. Like every other transmisogynist on this site.

You people are insane

[frostironfudge]

🎟 mini movie theatre:

Bucky and Sam helping Steve to ask the girl he likes (who happens to be their very good friend too) on a date and Steve being a Himbo failing cutely 🥰

Post Its and Doodles

pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader 

Word Count: 2.3k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: fluff, steve being a himbo, bucky and sam having to use all their braincells, idk if what is in there qualifies for angst? because it isn’t really angst… steve is being really adorable

A/N: thank you so much for this request! i’m thoroughly enjoying writing the other requests you have sent in as well and they are really making the inner creative in me so happy, also a big thank you for participating and kicking off ‘frostironfudge’s funfair’!

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

“You absolute punk.” Bucky’s teasing drawl reaches Steve, he wants to ignore it but it reaches him none the less. 

“Buck.” Steve acknowledged returning to his boxing match with the punching bag. 

“So how did it go?” Sam pipes up from behind Bucky. 

They all know the answer, they both have shit eating grins. Steve groans. 

Then mumbles incoherently. 

“What was that? Oh you dropped her iced coffee on her? While having written your ‘asking her out message’ on the tissue that got condensation and caused it to slip out of your hand?” Sam cups his own ear to add emphasis to hear the mumble. 

“Give him a break, Sam.” Bucky shakes his head and Steve gives him a thankful nod. 

“He just slipped up in front of his crush.” Bucky adds and the two start laughing at Steves expense. 

The man out of time huffs and begins to remove the wraps. 

“I hate you both.” Steve adds grumpily. 

“Would you hate us if we got you a second chance for asking Y/N out?” Sam wiggles his brows and Bucky rolls his eyes. 

The way Steve’s head snaps up, it sure should have pulled a muscle. 

Sam shakes his head chuckling. 

“Look, there is a sale happening at her favourite bookstore, she asked us to come along but we’re gonna delay our arrival and you can go ahead.” Bucky explains taking a seat next to Steve. 

“Okay, and when am I supposed to ask her out?” Steve questions and then the light bulb idea clicks in his head.

“Oh you don’t need our help for that Cap.” Sam grins wiggling his brows. 

“Don’t mess up this time.” Bucky warns, “There is only so many times we can convince her.” 

Steve’s chest deflates in the slightest, “I wont mess this up.” If he was assuring himself or Sam and Bucky he isn’t sure. 

Three days later Steve Rogers gives you his beaming grin, despite his very discreet outfit of a baseball cap and a hoodie; you aren’t sure if he is fooling anyone. 

“Hey smidge.” He greets a laugh rumbling in his chest when you roll your eyes at the nickname. 

“Will you ever stop calling me that?” You raise a brow, shaking your head as he shrugs, taking a place beside you in the line. 

“When I can no longer remember, your drunken hot chocolate making skills, I’ll stop.” He gives you a teasing grin. 

When you pout up at him, all his confidence goes flying out the window at the sight of your soft lips. 

“So um, what books do you, do you want to get?” He changes the topic the light in your eyes brightens and he swears he falls more in love with the colour of them. 

“Oh um, a few classics and some newer ones, CoHo, sorry Colleen Hoover had book come out and everyone has been raving about it. Its supoosed to make you cry.” You grin, and Steve tilts his head. 

“Books are nice, I like being wrapped up in people’s stories.” You defend sensing his skepticism. 

“They are, I can understand why being lost in stories has an appeal, its an escape into a world.” His voice is thicker and you grab his hand giving it a squeeze. 

Steve stumbles in the doorway when he notices you don’t let go of his hand, even as you enter. He follows you through the aisles, hand in hand. 

Heart beating fast. 

The place isn’t crowded but there is a rush, Steve resorts to watching you. The way your eyes scan the titles and then you get soft creases by your eyes when you love the description of the book. 

The way your nose scrunches when you don’t like something about the book. 

The way you smile as if seeing an old friend when you pick up a book that he deems is dear to your heart. 

His favourite is when you open a book, read the last page and chuckle then close it. 

You catch his staring, “What?” You question. 

“Why do you read the last page?” He counters, chest warming at your smile. 

“I like knowing the end, it is enjoyable to understand how it all falls into place to reach the end.” You shake you head and shrug, “Bit weird isn’t it?” 

Steve shakes his head, “Not at all, back in the forties I used to open the book midway, read the two middle pages and then begin to read the book.” 

Steve swears his heart commits your smile at his words into his memory. 

As the pile of books you want grows, so does Steve’s trepidation of his way to ask you out. 

He stumbles again when you stop suddenly colliding into your back, 

“Oh my god.” You almost scream, then run towards the display. 

Steve follows first with his gaze but his feet carry him to you. It is a Harry Potter book display arranged by the houses. 

“Steve, oh my god, they have the books in my house colours.” You squeal, picking up your favourite of the series and admiring your house colours. 

“It does look really pretty, you should get it.” The idea pops into his head then, this this is the book in which he’ll place the post it note with a drawing of two coffee cups—yours iced and his warm. 

“I will and I’ll going to read it first. I love the comfort these brought.” You sigh contented holding the book to your chest. 

“Why don’t I hold it?” He offers and you eye the pile of almost eight books he harbours already. 

“I’m pretty sure I can hold nine books, smidge.” He winks and the way you blush makes him smile. 

Maybe he does have potential not to mess up. 

“You know,” you hand over the book, gazing into his sweet blue eyes that have your heart beat a little faster, “I’m glad, Bucky and Sam didn’t tag along.” your admission makes him beam. 

“I’m happy too.” He admits sending your heart into overdrive. 

You turn away looking at the display to stop him from observing the heat creeping over your skin. 

“You aren’t buying anything?” You turn after calming yourself down. 

“Oh yeah um already have,” He shrugs.

Your brows furrow, “What book did you get?”

“Oh um, I needed post its.” He mentally kicks himself. 

“Post its?” Skepticism becomes your voice. 

“Yes, to annotate.” He swallows thickly. 

“You have no book to annotate, Steve.” 

“I have my eye on one I’ll buy it once we have your pile complete.” He smiles at you. 

“You can go to—,”

“No want to be with you.” The red tinge that graces his cheeks has you fawn over him, you clear your throat. 

“Oh um, okay, well I’m done, I need to use the restroom so I’ll find you?” You offer he nods. 

Get a grip on yourself Y/N. You mentally chant moving away from him. 

“Okay.” Steve calls out and wonders if he spoke too much. 

He heads to the one empty cashier and pays for all the books and his post its, by some miracle you still aren’t there, he stands sketching the two coffees and his message, then swiftly tucks in the note into your harry potter book, putting it first on your pile with just enough of the post it jutting outward. 

“Hey,” your hand is on his shoulder and Steve turns, slightly on edge, “You alright?” 

“Yes, um you took me by surprise.” Steve reasons, thumb tracing the edge of the post it. 

You tilt your head not buying his fib. 

“Oh, okay…” You still eye him with doubt and Steve holds up the books.

“Oh yeah, I’ll pay—,”

“Already done. Go on pick up your first read.” He prompts and you gape at him. 

“Steve even on sale—,”

“Nope, no arguments just enjoy the books.” 

“Steve this is—,”

“Y/N,”

“Excuse Me?” A tiny voice draws you both to look to the side and then down. 

A twelve year old girl stands there and instinctively Steve and you kneel to speak to her. 

“Hi.” You both say at the same time, she grins. 

“Hi.” Then she takes a look at Steve, eyes widened. 

Steve places his index finger against his lips, “I’m on a secret mission miss. Tell me how can we help?” 

“Also what is your name?” You ask, smiling at her for being understanding. 

The girl nods, “I’m Nadia. I um, you, you took the last book I wanted in my Hogwarts house colours. I um I wanted to ask if I could have it? I’ll pay you back incase you bought it.” She explains while fidgeting with the house pin on her dungarees. 

“Aw sweetheart of course you can and no need to pay me at all.” You reach over to the books kept on the floor between Steve and your knees. 

As you begin to hand over the book Steve stops you and your head whips towards him questioningly. 

“Steve.” You chastise as he relents. 

“I um, I need the book.” He reasons and Nadia gazes at him with doe eyes. He feels like a bully. 

“Nadia—,” You pull the book out of his grasp, the post it not even seen by you. 

Steve honestly wants to curse even though he hates cursing and there is a child present. 

“Thank you.” Nadia says jumping in to hug you and then she shakes hands with Steve, trotting off. 

“What was that?” You turn to him, crossing your arms. 

“I, I don’t know.”

“Steve why are you acting so weird?” 

“Its nothing I just, I don’t know? I’ll wait out for you, I just remembered I need to call Bucky.” Steve rushes out of the store, leaving you baffled. 

Shaking your head you grab the books and you do miss the fact that the Harry Potter book is gone but Nadia is happier with it and you could just order it online. 

Steve’s post its fall when you pick the pile up and you frown as to why they are opened and small indents are there meaning he used it. 

You place the books on a counter close by, checking if you missed something or if he did buy a book. 

There is a tug on your shirt. 

“Nadia!” You grin.

“Hi, I think this is Captain’s I think thats why he hesitated…” she hands you the book back and you notice the post it.

Opening the book you smile seeing his sketched drawing and message. Retrieving the note you stick it inside your other book and hand the copy back to her. 

“Thank you Nadia, you were really helpful and yes this is why Captain was hesitant.” You tell her and she only grins before clutching her book and running off. 

You look out the window to spot Steve shaking his head and covering his eyes while on the phone. Heading to the art section you spot the familiar sketchbook he uses for his artwork. 

Paying for your supplies, you admire your five minute handiwork of your own drawing. Heading outside to a sullen Steve,

“Sorry, I left you with these let me take them.” Before you can say anything he grabs them out of your hands, the sketchbook now at the bottom. He grabs your hand in his seeking comfort and you allow it rubbing small circles into the back of his hand. 

“Nadia seemed happy.” you note, your pace slowing down as a coffee shop comes into view. 

“Yeah, ahe did, I hope I didn’t cause her to not trust the goodness in people.” He shakes his head

“Steve, people look at you for inspiration to be good, I’m pretty sure she just thought you wanted to keep it for me.” You reason and then pause right outside the entrance. 

He says your name to draw your attention, “Why don’t you see the pile of books and then come inside.” 

Before he can protest or question you, you’re inside the chime of the bell breaking him out of the stupor as he looks down at the pile. 

Swiftly he finds the familiar binding of the sketchbook, a small post it jutting out from it. Curiously he opens it and his heart soars. 

‘words cannot espresso how much i want to go on a date with you.’

accompanied by your own two mugs of coffee drawn below the line. 

Steve rushes into the coffee shop, smiling widely at you, grasping your hand as you both stand in line. 

“Finally.” You giggle. 

“Yeah, finally.” He laughs as well, bringing your hand to his lips to place a kiss over your knuckles. 

“Almost blew it Nadia.” Sam shakes his head. 

“Hey, you told me the line, Uncle Sam.” Nadia rolls her eyes. AJ and Cass snicker as does Bucky. 

“I told you to show the post it note, right there and then.” Sam gives her a playful glare. The kids giggle and snicker again. 

“I’m not babysitting any of you again, no matter how good your mother's brownies are and no matter if Sarah is my sister.” He then frowns at Bucky. 

“So now you know how it feels dealing with you.” Bucky grins at him enjoying the way Sam gets annoyed. 

“Where are my ten bucks?” Nadia pipes up from past her three layer sundae.

“Your what?” Sam raises a brow. 

“Bucky told me you’d pay me for my stellar acting.” 

“You did assure it.” Bucky adds. 

“I said payments in sundaes.” Sam taps the table. 

“Well a sundae is only 4.99 so I’d like two more.” Nadia grins and high fives AJ and Cass. 

Sam shakes his head going back to the counter. Grinning at the text Steve sent. 

‘She said yes for coffee! Thank you for the bookstore idea!’ 

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

[angel-tries-to-write]

The Last Favor

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: General Pairing: Edward Kenway x reader Words: 1352 Genre: angst

You were supoosed to get Mary and Anne out of the prison, but your sudden discovery complicated the mission.

Your mission was simple: sneak into prison, find Mary and Anne, set them free and vanish. Well, it would be simple if only you haven't overheard two guards conversation involving "those two pirate bitches" and a baby. You had no doubt that one of your friends must have given birth and the baby was separated from her. After a quick report to the others, you got a permission to follow the guards and retrieve the baby. A simple, quiet mission: kill the men, take the baby, come back. Easy to say.

You had to wait patiently until they walk far enough from the prison to not alarm anyone. Then, you had to come up with an idea to kill them without risking the baby's life. And if that wasn't difficult enough, the infant started to cry when they were halfway through. Just perfect.

“Silence that goddamn brat or I'll kill it” growled the older, grumpier man. He must have spend too much time stuck with boring job, doing the tasks no one else wanted to do.

“She's hungry, I can't help it. That's not her fault” the other man protested. He carefully held the baby, making sure it's comfortable, you almost felt bad you had to kill him.

“Ah, we're almost there. Leave that shit and get away!”

“It's a baby, you insensitive bastard” the younger guard certainly didn't approve his companion's ideas.

“Whatever, just leave it finally!”

You couldn't wait any longer. Stealing the baby out of the orphanage was no option and they were closer and closer. You went a few steps ahead and waited. When the right moment came, you jumped onto the grumpy guard. One perfect strike of your hidden blade and the man ended his life. Then you turned to the other one.

“Wait! Don't kill me, please! I'll do anything, just don't kill me! I have a family!” he pleaded, not even trying to pull his weapon out and attack you. “I just wanted to deliver the prisoner's baby to the orphanage, the others wanted to throw it away on the street, like a garbage! I wanted to do the right thing!”

“First of all, shut up” you said quietly, retracting your blade. “Give me the baby” you demanded and he hesitated.

“Are you going to hurt her?” he asked and you knew you could trust him. This man was a loving father, he would do anything to go back home in one piece.

“I'm going to take care of her” you answered. “I'll provide her a way better life than any orphanage can.”

“I hope you are telling the truth” with this reaction, the guard stepped closer to you and carefully placed the baby in your arms.

“I am. Now listen carefully: you've never seen me, never spoken to me, you don't know what happened. You haven't seen anything. You got knocked out immediately when the attack started and you know nothing” you said, looking him right in the eye. “If you say even a little word, I'll hunt you down even at the end of the world. You and your family. Understood?” you threatened in a low, deep serious voice.

“Yes, yes, thank you” the man was relieved. He cared about his family too much to try anything.

“Good. Sweet dreams” you reached for the sleeping dart and stuck it into his neck, letting him fall on the ground unconscious. You looked at the crying infant in your arms, there was no way you could sneak anywhere like that.

Suddenly a plan popped up in your head. Those guards meant to take the baby to the orphanage and that gave you an idea. You raced to the orphanage as fast as you could and you knocked frantically. Not long enough you saw a dark skinned and dark haired woman.

“Yes?” she asked in Spanish.

“Hello, I really need help, I have to feed the baby, can you help me, please?” you blurted out, also in Spanish.

“Come in” she moved aside, letting you in. You entered the orphanage and the woman lead you further. She had found the right woman who could help you.

“Thank you so much. I hope that is enough” you handed the first woman your heavy money pouch. You had way more money and they needed it more than you.

“This is... more than enough, thank you” she said surprised. “It is not your baby, is it?” she asked, looking at the little girl being fed by another woman.

“No, it's not. She's my friend's daughter and if it wasn't for me, she would end up in here” you nodded, taking your hood off. “But I'm going to take care of her, you don't have to worry.”

“Are you the Assassin?”

“Yes. I won't hurt you if that's what you're asking. But I'd also like you to not tell anyone I was here.”

“Of course.”

“In exchange I think I can share my money from time to time. I know you could use it” you offered nonchalantly.

“I guess we have a deal, señora (ma'am)” the woman smiled. You exchanged a handshake and kept waiting.

When the baby was fed and asleep, both women carefully helped you to wrap it safely against your chest. You thanked them again and vanished into the darkness. You kept running through the city to hide in the woods, only then you felt safe. When you reached Jackdaw, Edward still wasn't there. You put the baby in captain's quarters and as you were about to leave, you heard someone shouting that they're coming back. About time. You couldn't wait to hand the baby girl back to her mother.

It turned out you had to do something way different. Anne was in labor and required an immediate help. You only noticed that Mary was unconscious, you didn't want to wonder if she was alive or dead and you had no time for this. Anne cried in pain, looked at you with fear and you wished so bad you could help her calm down. Unfortunately you had no idea about delivering the baby, only a brief theory. But when you were asked for help, you didn't hesitate.

The childbirth was long, exhausting and complicated. You had no idea how Mary did it on her own and in prison. Despite trying your best, Anne's son was stillborn. And nothing could be done about it. When you went to the main deck to get some air, you faced another terrible scene. Edward was sitting next to a body wrapped in some fabric and ready for a burial. Mary was nowhere to be seen, but you didn't even have to ask. One look in Kenway's face was enough to understand everything. You leaned against the starboard, trying to breathe and puzzle everything, but it didn't really help. You still had no idea what to do and how to deal with everything that happened.

A few hours had passed, everyone tried to get some rest, but it was nearly impossible. When Anne was able to get up, all the crew gathered and buried her son and Mary by giving them to the sea. The ceremony was short and simple, but filled with emotions. After that, everyone was sent back to their quarters, only you and Edward remained on the deck. And you didn't have to say anything, both of you were suffering and you knew about it. Mary was your friend, her loss impacted on you heavily. Suddenly Kenway did something you never expected him to do: he put his hand on your shoulder, turned you gently to face him and hugged you tightly. And it was the moment he broke down. He started to cry, holding you tight and you just knew that in this moment he trusted you more than he ever trusted anyone. You knew that something had changed, something broke in him, something had ended. As much as you wanted to cheer him up, but all you could do was to stand still, just hold your friend and share this pain with him. But it was enough.

[stil-yr-sand]

i got asked what was yr worst day ever and it rlly made me think like there were lots so i answered anytbing between oct 2021-late feb and out of curiosity i went and looked and holy shit bro. i was eating like half the amount a TODDLER is supoosed to eat. NOT EVENHALF. LESS THAN HALF. jesus chirst AND I WAS SWIMMING FOR TWO HOURS A DAY HELLO HOW AM I ALOVE

[nie7027]

Super5 headcanons part 4

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And thats how they found themselves one saturday morning in the parking lot of the closest mall with no idea how to go about this

Hatori, who already regretted this, was regretting it even more when he noticed how crowded the place was "so... What do we do if someone recognizes him as the prime minister kidnapper? "

"We have come before and no one has recognized us so far..." said shibata a little hesitant "what makes you think this time it would be different?"

"Well i dont know...how about the fact it was internationally televised"

"So were you destroying that army helicopter" quipped Shimazaki from behind "if you are so scared you shouldnt have come"

"Who do you think is gonna pay for your shit dumbass?!"

"Did i ask you to do it?" Shimazakis glasses were obscuring his eyes but the glare was evident "I am the one forced to come. I DONT NEED YOU-"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP" Minegishi yelled before Shimazaki could say anything further "Hatori! we have gone through this before. Everything willl be fine and if it isnt then we'll deal with it and Shimazaki no one is forcing you to do this! we talked and you accepted, you cant turn back now"

When both of them kept quiet Minegishi thanked god(gods? Whoever was in charge of his stupid life) for it and rubbed his temples, a headache already threatenint its way

Although Shimazaki had been mostly right in saying they forced him to come they would never give him the reason

Besides its not like he couldnt transport away at any moment. If he was here it was because at some level he actually wanted and it was enough for them.

"Cmon guys, people are starting to stare" Shibata, bless him, decided to take charge at that instant and ushered them inside

"So...where do we start? " said Hatori wearily glancing at the different stores there were

"How about we start by replacing his jacket?" mused Shibata "i think its the item that attracts attention the most"

"Whats wrong with my jacket?"

"It has bullet holes"

"And scorching marks"

"Scorch marks? That fucking kid..."

"You didnt notice? It used to have blood stains too but they were gone after i washed it...was it even yours?"

"How would i know?"

The three men sighed at this before minegishi spoke "Okay...that settles it then. Well start by the jacket"

"Oh how about we get him a sweater? I actually need some myself and they are in offer!" said Hatori excitedly pointing at the store where he usually bought his

"Im sorry man but someone needs to tell you...your taste in sweaters suck" admitted Shibata making Shimazaki snicker

"Says the guy who only wears shorts and nike t shirts"

"IM A GYM INSTRUCTOR"

"So? Why does everybody need to know at all times?"

Minegishi, for the second time that day. interrupted the fight between his friends "Im sorry Hatori but Shibatas right"

"What?" asked Hatori feeling betrayed

"I mean...the pigeon sweater?"

"Oh for the lord of-You know what? FINE! Whatever! I dont care! But thats a start and none of you have a better idea." Hatori smirked knowing he was right when the others didnt said anything "Besides he is going to pick his clothes so you dont have to worry about my "horrible taste" and fuck you guys, that sweater was awesome"

Shimazaki watched amused the exchange that followed while they walked to the supoosed sweater store. It remind him of the reason he accepted coming.

He was getting used to these petty fights and actually found them kind of funny.

Maybe coming wasnt as bad of a idea as it felt at first

Maybe it was

"So do you like the burgundy one?" asked Shibata when he noticed Shimazaki finally picked something

"Whats burgundy?" replied Shimazaki who had only grabbed something that felt soft

"Its kind of like red...but darker"

"Shibata I dont know what red is"

"Oh...thats....thats sad man"

Minegishi facepalmed before picking more red sweaters and handing them to Shimazaki "Red is actually the color of the t shirt you are wearing so it's close to your current style. Here. These are red too just...try them out and see if you like any"

"I cant believe i forgot he cant see" said Shibata while Shimazaki went to dressing room

"It happens to best of us" responded Minegishi

Some minutes later Shimazaki returned with 2 sweaters including the burgundy he had picked

"So how did it go?" asked minegishi retrieving the sweaters from Shimazakis hands

"They felt soft"

"And?"

"And....what?" this was new fo Shimazaki and he didnt know what answer were they expecting

"How did the fit? How did you feel the neck? The chest?"

" they just fitted"

"Really?" shibata checked the tags "these are two sizes apart. Didnt one feel too loose or too tight?"

Shimazaki tried to remember but he didnt actually paid attention to that.

Luckily for him Hatori decided that moment to come back.

"Hey guys how its going? I talked with the cashier and he said that theres a 2x1 offer. So we can-oh, you already got 2? How did you know?"

He wasnt expecting the others to shrug

"Okay..." continued Hatori "Are you finished? I already got mine"

"Do you want those?" Minegishi asked and sighed when the other man kept silence

Shimazaki didnt know. Sure, they have felt nice but so did his current clothes. Besides minegishi was asking if he "wanted" them and Shimazaki wasn't used to actually considering if he wanted them. Usually there wasnt many options.

"How did you pick your clothes?" tried Shibata

it was shimazakis turn to shrug "I just robbed them and kept what fitted"

"What? Who did you rob to get your current clothes" said Hatori surprised "i thought you had this aesthethic going"

"What?"

" You know like bad boy style. Kinda like grease"

"What"

"Grease? The musical-"

"ANYWAY" interrupted Minegishi "we are barely starting. Lets try somewhere else"

After that they went to other stores to try other clothes but each time the same scene of shimazaki, being unconfortable and not caring that much for what they picked, repeated and Shibata was having none of that.

He pulled Shimazakis arm turning him back. "Okay, man. From the clothes you are wearing right now. Which one do you actually like?"

It took shimazaki a full minute to answer but he finally said "The jacket"

Without thinking it twice Shibata dragged him to the first leather jacket store he saw, the others following close behind and scanned the items looking for a model that resembled Shimazakis the most.

Minegishi who had been looking at the tags glanced back to shibata "Are you sure about this? These are really expensive"

Shibata didnt reply and kept looking until he found what he wanted and smiliing turned to shimazaki"Take off your jacket and try this"

Shimazaki did as he said (and almost suceed at hiding the apprehesion Shibata had seen before when handing his jacket) and frowned when he put on the other. "Did you just hand me back my jacket again?"

Shibatas smile grew wider "Nop"

Shimazaki didnt believe him so he started to feel around for the bullet holes he knew were in the back and "stared" in disbelief when he couldnt find any of them.

Shibata resisted the urge to laugh "If you dont believe me check the sides. It has pockets"

"Maybe i never noticed mine had pockets" said Shimazaki stuffing his hands into the new pockets

"Sure man" shibata looked at the others "What do you think?"

"What am i suppsed to think? He looks exactly the same" said Hatori "At least this one isnt falling apart"

" Are you sure? Did you looked at the price" asked Minegishi again

Shibata glanced back at a now pouting Shimazaki who still had his hands stuffed inside the pockets and nodded "Its not like i will be broke if I buy it"

Shibata returned Shimazaki his old jacket and after paying for the new one he and the others gathered around Shimazaki

"Now shimazaki. Your pants"

"What about them?"

" what dont you like about your pants?"

Shimazaki looked offended "who said i dont like my pants?"

"You. You said it was the jacket what you liked the most and not the pants so theres sometjing about tjem you dont like" pointed out Minegishi

"Is the tightness isnt it?" Hatori asked with a smirk

"I actually like the tightness" deadpanned shimazaki and then looked like something disgusting crossed his mind but Hatori started screaming

"AH CMON! IM NOT BUYING HIM SLUTTY SKIN TIGHT LEATHER PANTS. DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE WILL HAVE TO GO-"

Minegishi covered hatoris mouth with his hand shutting him definitely "what did you think?"

"I liked shibatas clothes" Shimazaki reluctantly grumbled out

"AND THATS ANOTHER POINT FOR THE NIKE SHORTS GUY" bragged Shibata

"I liked Minegishis socks too"

"Wha-When did you use my socks?"

Shimazaki shrugged "That week you were hiding with them"

"You little piece of-"

They went to buy those and other clothes they deemed necesary ("STOP BEING CHILDREN YOU TWO. HE NEEDS UNDERWEAR TOO" yelled an embarrased Minegishi after the others laughed at him for suggesting it). Trying to get at least 2 items of each type of clothes

Eventually Shimazaki admitted he had liked the sweaters he tried first too and Hatori gladly bought them even though none of them correctly fitted (one was too tight and one was too loose)

With bags in hands they set out to leave and were talking about what to eat when Hatori cut it "Hey guys. Before we go i need to go to the bethroom!"

"Cant you wait till we go to eat?"

"If i could i would"

"Ugh fine. Do you even know where the bathroom is?

"There are six. Two in each floor. the closest to us in the middle, we passed it some minutes ago." shimazaki unexpectly said

Minegishit, shibata and Hatori stared baffled at him.

"How do you know...?"

"Mental eye?" said Shimazaki like it was the most obvious thing in the world "Theres so many people that I basically can see a complete map of the mall"

"Yeah but how do you know when you are seeing a bathroom?" asked curiously Hatori

The three of them started laughing when Shimazaki refused to answer

While they waited for Hatori Shibata glanced around and almost smacked himself in the head when he noticed certain store.

With all the drama of the clothes Shibata had completely forgotten the real reason they were here. Luckily for him it was in front of them

"LOOL GUYS! A PET STORE!"

Minegishi looked to where Shibata pointed and hummed "we could go look around while we wait"

"Why would we-" Shibata pulled again shimazakis arm not letting him finish his question and dragged him inside the store.

'Please let it be one of those stores please let it be one of those stores' kept repeating Shibata in his head until Minegishi pointed at one side of the store "Look, they have a pet zone"

Victory! "Lets go!"

Shimazaki followed Minegishi and Shibata to the far end of the store where a lots of kids were and stood awkwardly not knowing what to do when Shibata suddenly handed him a little ball of fur.

Heartbeats. Blood flowing. Breaths. Warm. Soft. Oh no.

When Hatori finally found them after searching for minutes it was to the scene of Shimazaki sitting on the floor the floor, face being licked by one of the five puppies sitting on his lap....Was he crying? (No he wasnt but it was close)

Minegishi and Hatori were loudly gasping while Shibata kept saying variations of "I told you guys!" "You didnt believe me"

It was a good day for Shibata.

At night Minegishi. And Shimazaki were facing a new problem he hadnt considered. Where would they put Shimazaki stuff?

"I thought you could use my wardrobe but its too small..." minegishi had forgotten how much of a space his uniforms occuped.

Shimazaki suddenly dissapeared and after some minutes teletransported back with some boxes and ignored when Minegishi asked him from where did he got them "People use boxes to store things. We can use them"

"I guess? But it will be a hassle to pile and unpile them whenever-I have an idea"

without further ado Minegishi activated his powers and with the plants and the boxes built and cabinet of sorts in tje licing room "This will have to do for a while"

They spent the rest of the night folding the clothes (more like Minegishi trying to teach Shimazaki how to do it) and then went to sleep.

Since Shimazaki was overpowered by a bunch of puppies(YEAH SHIBATA YOU WERE RIGHT WE WERE WRONG CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP), Hatori decided something must have broken inside him because he developed a new habit: He started to pet every dog he encountered

And "Encountered" was a way to put it

After the third scream that afternoon Hatori shaked his head while waiting for the man to come back

"SHIMAZAKI FOR THE LAST TIME STOP POPPING OUT OF NOWHERE"

"Why?"

"BECAUSE YOU SCARE THE SHIT OUTTA PEOPLE!"

"So?"

Hatori groaned dragging his hands along his face and then turned to walk away /flee the scene

" I knew we should have stayed back in the apartment playing videogames"

"I told you I didnt want to come" shimazaki whined

Hatori just glared at him and walked faster not caring whether the bastard followed him or not. Why was he stuck babysitting Shimazaki on his off day? Oh yeah, minegishi was working and Shibata...fuck shibata! How could he forget his wallet "well, you wouldnt have had to come if you had accepted to take him his wallet"

Shimazaki somewhat got offended by that "Iike some kind of delivery guy? What a waste of my powers. Besides if i had taken it to him he wouldnt have invited us to dinner"

"Okay. First of all delivery guys are the foundation of modern society and you should respect them and second SHIBATA DIDNT INVITE YOU YOU INVITED YOURSELF"

Shimazaki just shrugs "so? Its shibata! He always pays for me"

"Aaaand the manchild cant see why thats wrong" hatori mutters

"Hatori Im blind"shimazaki deadpans

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT-"

Shimazaki who was clearly ignoring Hatori perks up "Hes coming"

"Who is-?" hatori doesnt need to ask once he sees shibata giant form turning the corner ahead

"Hi guys!" Shibata greets waving at them .

Hatori hesitantly waves back "Shibata? What are you doing here? Didnt you have a class?"

"Boss had an emergency and we had to close early"

"Oh damn i hope it wasnt something serious-"

"WHO CARES? CAN WE GO ALREADY?" shimazaki whines

Shibata laughs and pats him on the back "Shimazaki! buddy, Im glad you came!"

Hatori rolls his eyes "the only reason he came was the food. He didnt even want you bring your wallet to you which reminds me" he takes out the wallet and gives it to him " you left it on the kicthen counter"

Shibata takes it and smiles "thank you man, you are the best!...so where do you guys want go?"

Shimaza was already opening his mouth to declare what he wanted when hatori pointed at accusatory finger at him "oh no! Dont even dare! Minegishi and Shibata spoil you enough"

Shibata frowned at him "We dont spoil him-"

Hatori turned to look at him with a face that said 'You gotta be kidding me' "YES YOU DO! He picked the last two times and I already had to deal with his bullshit all day so today I get to pick where we go!" hatori crossed his arms "besides it was me who brought the wallet"

"What? No! The places you pick are lame." shimazaki explaimed "shibata tell him!"

"Im sorry bud, he has a point there. You picked the last two times and its only fair he gets to pick today"

Shibata had to resist the laugh at seeing shimazaki sulk and Hatori stuck his tongue out at him.

After hatori proclaimed where he wanted to got they started to walk in that direction. Shibata carefully observed Hatori.

"So...what did shimazaki do to make you mad like that?" asked Shibata after a few minutes of walking

"He scared three persons on our way here" mumbled Hatori while he texted on his phone

"Three persons?" shibata looked back at shimazaki who walked behing with his hands in his pockets "Why?!"

Shimazaki shrugged "Its not my fault people are so easy to scare"

Not undertanding shibata turned to hatori confused

Hatori sigued and without looking from his phone he replied "He is doing again that thing where he teleports to pet nearby dogs"

Shibata groaned "Buddy! We have told you already theres no need to teletransport, you can just walk up to them and ask the owner if you can pet their dog"

Shimazaki rolled his eyes "Wheres the fun in that?"

"The fun is in the fact i wouldnt have to run 3 different times in less than 1 hour because of you" hissed Hatori finnally pocketing his phone

"Besides" picked Shibata " You cant go around petting peoples dogs"

"Huh? Why not?" rebuked Shimazaki "All dogs like to be petted!"

"Because you have to ask the owners permission first you dingus! Some people dont like to be molested "

"And there are some special dogs who shouldnt be petted or they get distracted from their duty "

"Oh! I heart about that-"

"They are dogs" Shimazaki snapped "What duty could dogs possibly have?"

Both men turned to him surprised "You dont know? You must know"

"About what?" answered Shimazaki

"Service dogs? You know...Dogs that help blind people? "

"What?"

Thats how they spend dinner explaining to shimazaki about service dogs

Later that night when a text from Minegishi saying "Who was the idiot who told Shimazaki about service dogs??" came they both ignored it

Feeling guilty for letting Minegishi crush Shimazakis dreams of having a dog after being the ones who told him in the first place, Hatori and Shibata arranged a day to accompany Shimazaki to pet dogs.

Susprinsingly the man had listened to them and stopped popping besides every person who walked their dog and instead waited for Hatori or Shibata to let him know when he could pet the dog.

Due to how complicated that was they soon found a solution: stray dogs were free of hassle even if they were more difficult to find.

"You know? The day he tries to keep one of them we will be in big trouble" mussed Hatori after Shimazaki dissapeared probably finding another stray

"i dont know. Minegishi was very harsh." Shibata laughed remebering that day " I doubt hell try it anytime soon"

Hatori hummed "Do you think hell stay there this time or wil he bring it-"

As in cue Shimazaki reappered, a dirty bundle of black hair in his arms "I got it! It was behind some trash bags"

Both men stared at the strange looking ball of fur, dread setting in their stomachs.

"S-Shimazaki...Buddy... I dont think thats a dog" said Shibata slowly backing away

"What do you mean-" the thing decided that moment to turn its head and reveal its masked eyes.

It was a raccoon.

It bit Shimazakis arm.

"AHHH STUPID SHIT" Shimazaki screamed and quickly trew the damn thing

"AHHHHHHHH" the damn thing, now a blur of claws and fangs, unfortunately landed on Hatoris head.

"Shimazaki help me here-AHHHH" screamed shibata when he tried to rip the beast from Hatoris face

Shimazaki just teleported away.

By the time the raccoon finally jumped and scurried away both Hatori and Shibata were covered in scratches and bleeding from different parts.

"He is gonna pay...Im gonna make him pay" muttered Hatori while cleaning his glasses.

"I think we should go to the hospital first..."

Originally shimazaki was gonna mistake a cat for a dog but a racoon sounded funnier.

Did you know you rarely see stray dogs in Japan because people immediately report them? Or at least thats what my japanese teachers told me.

I know this is like a month later but i had difficulties writing this...ngl the por reception the 3rd part had kinda bummed me BUT i love these guys too much and dont want to stop writing this so im okay now.

Besides in the meantime i wrote for my fics! College funds chapter 2 is up now and so is my newest fic Mother's day! You should check them out. Ive been writing a the good place au for mp100 too but i havent posted it yet.

Anyway! Hope you liked this (Dont listen to them Hatori, your sweater are great)and see you next part because where we will finally reach THE PRANK so be ready for it and some feels

(i was gonna include it in this part but it was already too large and i decided to rearrange some stuff)

Im posting this again because tumblr sucks and posted the first version as a quote that even i cant see

[jenniferprentissstuff]

Fuck marry or kill - Emily prentiss, Olivia benson and Jane rizzoli??

Uhhhhhh girllll how am I supoose to answer thissssss??? Um fuck them all and Mary them all, nobody gets killed bc I mean just no

[grief-is-a-noun]

when the party’s over

there we were, in your van, all the lights turned off. you had me connect to your bluetooth speaker, in which i began to play all the music that sounds like my sadness. i played “when the party’s over” by billie eilish. 

me: “this song reminds me of october of 2018″

matty: “october of 2018, what was going on then?”

there was a pause 

matty: “oh ya, i remember.”

i don’t talk about my suicide attempt much. mainly because i am embarrassed that i failed, also because i don’t really know why i did it in the first place. it is a grey area for me, i hate that. my parents were out of the country and my mom was getting worried because i hadn’t text her back in almost two days. that was a shitty thing for me to do. i was too busy contemplating what i should do and how i should do it. i made the executive decision to grab a knife and try to release the estranged feeling inside of me by making my outsides match my insides. my mom always said that parents have spiritual connections with their children, she knew something was wrong and called matt immediately, asking him to drive to my house and check on me. the bathroom floor was covered in blood, both my arms sliced all the way up. i wanted to keep going, that’s when he walked in. he knew the code to my house, didn’t bother knocking because he knew i wouldn’t have answered the door. I don’t remember a lot from that night, all I can recall is hearing the song “cherry wine” replay in my head. the rest is a blur.

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

i am thankful matt stayed on the phone with my mom, even more thankful he chose to drive me to the nearest CVS and purchase bandages instead of calling 911. it wasn’t severe enough to call an ambulance, he caught me at the right time. the blood was just messy and my god did it create a fucking mess. he put me in his car, picked up the items he needed, and then drove me home. he carried me, cleaned then bandaged my arms, and repeated that he so badly wanted to fix me. i told him i felt like a lost cause and he deserved better. he didn’t like that answer. 

I was tired and had work in the morning. yes i was crazy enough to still beg to go to work. i’m great at pretending like i’m fine when i’m really not. it’s a coping mechanism. there’s only so many things in your life that you can qualify as moments that broke you before you realize your life is in fact just one giant tragedy. i can’t accept that. starting out with my adoption, you could say i was doomed from the beginning. but me pretending to be ok is also a reminder that i actually am ok, that a lot of other people have it worse, and that no matter what i have to keep going. matt made sure i set my alarm and picked out a long sleeve shirt to hide the bandages. the weather forcasted that it was supoosed to be close to a hundred degrees outside. im sure i looked odd. i fell asleep and matt sat at the end of my bed, watching me until 6 am when he had to leave for work. i didn’t offer him water or food. i wasn’t a good host, hell, i wasn’t even a good friend. he just sat there, making sure he could see that i was breathing. he didn’t care about the fact that he would be dead tired the next day. this is how i was sure that he loved me, this is what made him my best friend and even more importantly, this is what made him my family. 

me: “I’m sorry i put you through that matty”

matty: “don’t be. I want you to know that if my sole purpose on earth was to help you through that situation and nothing else in my life mattered, i would die tomorrow, happy.”

I didn’t want him to see but i started to cry 

me: “I love you matty”

matty: “i love you too, girl”

that chapter of my life is done. it is no longer mine to play out in my head, recurrently. I have forgiven myself and gotten rid of all the guilt. this was the last time i was going to ever relive that moment. i am happy to say that finally now, the party is over 

[11toe11-blog]

Covid Sitayana

Ramayana was an epic scale epic. Since we did not have the bandwidth for more than one Ramayana or Mahabharata - we decided to ensure another Ramayana never happens. 

So every other potential Sita was trained - a clear Line drawn - stand inside, well within the line. 

“How many times should i tell you! Stay inside”

Sita - “but the cow…”

“What cow? No cow! Stay inside. Always remember the line. Everything outside is Ravana.”

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Notes on Kalari -- Dr. Priyadarshan Lal

Warm body- warm up

Being able to stand on two feet requires great balance. Not any other mammals other than humans - who start erect. Core- balance ( like cycle/swimming)

Drawing associations of etymology. Letter of Tamil are distinguished as.

Mei-ezhuthu-  Consonants. Mei --> Body

Uyir-ezhuthu - Vowels. Uyir-->Breath

---> Mei- payattu

8 types of postures:

Lion - cross legged and paw connect. Cross core

Elephant - simultaneous movements of the side. All of left shifts. Then all of right shifts.Strength.

Fish - turn. Flash turn.

Kukkuda/ rooster - flutter up and land

Horse straight

Boar -stright. lift.

Snake

Cat

All the postures appear in the meippayattu, obviously or subtly.

(*noticing how barteniff similarly constructed fundamentals based on evolutionary stages of embryo. In my experince so far, the manipulation of the jelly like that is strong and flexible and can contort and expand and realign etc, in connection with the breath, creates a posture if extended to the extremeties)

(pic courtesy: https://www.leisurepro.com/blog/explore-the-blue/5-harmless-species-jellyfish/) 

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Empty handed combat. Win over the enemy without fighting. (*love and empathy)

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Adhara chakra

(*he didnt elaborate, but from the adishakti workshop of many years ago i remember that each posture has an associated chakra basis. Maybe the movement originates or is held or passed through that particular chakra. Im yet to experience it. For fish and horse and elephant maybe i sense it, but i cant be sure)

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I feel close to being done writing about myself. And my vantage at this point. I feel it would be nice to explore a subject in writing.

Like kalari. And where kalari meets ramana. Not scholarly sense, but for me. So that i can discover for myself the connections i have made. And the questions and blind spots are clearer to me. 

Looking at a dance journal called FUSE, i caught a glimpse of the dancer’s notes...the notes, the scores, seemed closer to my way of enquiring. Scores. Questions. Frames of observation.

What of the archetypes and narratives and characters? 

“We’ll isn't it interesting, that as well as you know your characters and the relationships between them, you aret compelled by dialogues - what they say to each other seems to be of no import to you.” 

 Yes. I cant seem to care much for dialogues insipte of all that auditory hallucinations. 

I feel - The dialogues are not spoken. They are actions. And in the body, their very being itself there is something alive and exchanging and transforming. SOmething that doesn't lean on words to do preliminary negotiations. Something that is, and goes in, and is being from the very start all they way.  Like mom keeps saying, actions speak louder than words.

Yes. And in their moving around and relating back and forth to the space and movements and changing landscape of their emotions/memories/ etc… changes takes place… in ascertain  kind of quietness. Cant call it silence.  Or in a certain kind of silence. Cant call it quietness. Or is it a certain kind of silence. 

But dialogues have no place there. Expect as inner soliloquies. May be as monologues. When it comes to rapid energy exchange, it physical. Not words.  Because words are diversions at best.

Most of the time. They appear when there is no choice, but to speak. And then  the words appear, and they appear crystal clear, to illuminate, to clarify. Not to veil and hide. 

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Form is created by tension. Last night i was watching the mind. Or rather something was watching the mind. And i was in the mind trapped in its incessant chatter and looking from outside. The incessant chatter seemed to originate from a tension at the base of the skull. From something taut, like a string of a musical instrument. Though not wholly a pleasant feeling. 

In this tension, between this points of tension space is created and form appears. A is the tension between the two slanting lines whose base is pulled apart and wedged by a shot line. Form. Uyirzhuthu. K is the inclined upward and inclined downward push, directed to a particular single point on the vertical line.

Not sure if i would have been able to finally get a sense of the symbols used to denote english alphabets, if wasnt for my conversation with DK, aka Quirky.

Me: wait... i have more technical question ...how do you remember what you did on the floor?

and when does meaning emerge?

He: It's all in the flow

And it's the experience and the environment that the movement create that in turn gives the watching person to make meaning

Technically it's all about the flow and muscles memory

Me: but what of the mover? where is he/she finding meaning?

or is the meaning purely an experience of spatial truth?

He: Meaning is subjective isn't it

Me: yuss

He: It's like the color red and the redness of the read. Red

I guess redness of the red is what I am interested

Not what meanings people associated red with

Of course one can use association of the red to creat an emotion or mood but as a core the ness ness of something is the research

Me: do you at any point at all, as a mover dancer, remember being interested in what meanings people associated with red? or was it always about redness of red?

He: When is create it all about the Ness nesss but ofcourse once the composition and presentation of the idea start I do play with association of the given ideas or objects to create tention. 

But I also know if I considered the association I am closing a lot of other posibal reading

It's a balancing act

Me: mmmm

He: If I address the association more often them not I will be taking stands and sides

Which may be use full for certain works

But as a for being true to the work I find it enriching to look for the nessness of the idea

Me: Ness-ness is nice. very nice. i supoose it the most neutral position available to you while fully innit - if i must intellectualise. but ya... when i was asking you, how do you rember, i was coming from a simplistic space of notaton and mnenomics. but this redness of red gives me a btter answer tothe unasked question.

He: I don't remember I am not wired like that

Dicklessli. Lol

Its all in the flow and muscle memory

And ofcourse repetition

Me: relieff

just came acrosss this https://www.yumpu.com/en/document/read/63113284/fuse1

He: The useal lol . Gay and tamil mami

Lol. I know of the person who runs this project

Me: trust you to massacre! Nut!

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I dint quite understand what he meant by this “ He: When is create it all about the Ness nesss but ofcourse once the composition and presentation of the idea start I do play with association of the given ideas or objects to create tention. “ yesterday.  This idea of creating tension using associations etc for the compositions and presentations and sharing… the point of outer reflection and feedback from the larger whole , as mirror.  Like R says, “only when the play meets the audience does it become a play”, audience provides that vital energy - that space- witness. ANd thats when the possibilities of the play star unfolding. 

What of traditional performers such as koodiyattam then? For whom the lamp is the only witness?

Also https://www.brainpickings.org/2015/07/06/the-aesthetic-of-silence-susan-sontag/

“Art is a technique for focusing attention, for teaching skills of attention… Once the artist’s task seemed to be simply that of opening up new areas and objects of attention. That task is still acknowledged, but it has become problematic. The very faculty of attention has come into question, and been subjected to more rigorous standards…

Perhaps the quality of the attention one brings to bear on something will be better (less contaminated, less distracted), the less one is offered. Furnished with impoverished art, purged by silence, one might then be able to begin to transcend the frustrating selectivity of attention, with its inevitable distortions of experience. Ideally, one should be able to pay attention to everything.”

“So far as he is serious, the artist is continually tempted to sever the dialogue he has with an audience. Silence is the furthest extension of that reluctance to communicate, that ambivalence about making contact with the audience… Silence is the artist’s ultimate other-worldly gesture: by silence, he frees himself from servile bondage to the world, which appears as patron, client, consumer, antagonist, arbiter, and distorter of his work.”

Both of which i resonate with to whatever degree of my experience  has been. This struggle of audience. And a certain withdrawal and dismissal and a sense of pursuit of something much larger than popularity or appreciation of peers. Which is questioned very starkly here by Sontag like a slap on the hand

“

Sontag recognizes that the gesture of silence in abdication from society is still “a highly social gesture.” She writes:

An exemplary decision of this sort can be made only after the artist has demonstrated that he possesses genius and exercised that genius authoritatively. Once he has surpassed his peers by the standards which he acknowledges, his pride has only one place left to go. For, to be a victim of the craving for silence is to be, in still a further sense, superior to everyone else. It suggests that the artist has had the wit to ask more questions than other people, and that he possesses stronger nerves and higher standards of excellence.”

Is that why i am still around. Hanging on nail and tooth. Because i havent proved myself in this world. That the way to Griffindor is through the corridors of Slytherine?

Ramana says, not necessary. 

Kalari says, if necessary, come to the pit.

Eitherways, the presence and absence of a living fluid core makes a difference to the experience and perception of reality and the energy to keep observing past its frames. So i show up the pit everyday. One way or the other.

[gayaellerosemary]

Am I actually doing the two tag in a row several weeks after I got them ? Yes, sorry I didn't took the time to respond earlier. I'm sowwy ;-;

Nickname : *deep inhale* Karaba, MC, Marijuanna, the marabou (you what is a marabou right ?) Smurf (my hair are currently blue, that's why) la sauterelle (grasshopper according to google translate, this one come from my grampa) Mistinguette (defenetely don't know if there is some english equivalent) and so many more

Zodiac : Aries ♈

Height : 5'5 (am I wirting this right ? If not I'm 1m68)

Hogwart House : Hufflepuffle confirmed

Last thing I googled : "cm to inches"

Do you get asks : I got two for several weeks ago, and I only answering them now. I like it but I'm an awkward fuck. Help me pls

Amount of sleep : It's either 6 hours or ten hours, there is no in between.

Lucky number : 1, 2 and 7

What I am wearing : A nightdress, it's 1:24PM here. I wore a Kaba today just because it's the best thing to wear at home.

Dream trip : My bed, jk Japan and San Francisco

Instrument : Nope, I only sing

Language : French, English, I'm supoosed to learning Spanish but I only know ¡Hola! and weeb japanese

Favorite song : That's too muchh to ask from me. Let just say I currently listening IC3PEAK a lot

Random fact : I currently trying to write a fic on jjba. I was stuck in the end of the chap 8 and I finally figured out how to write again yesterday :D

Aesthetic : uhm, Cottagecore ? Rainbow ? I don't know, ask le tomorrow and it'll probably change.

Did I talk too much ? Probably, sorry for that.

I tag @trident-99 💕

Tag game!

Hey there! So I was tagged by @lava-tears-liar ! Thanks, what a fun idea!

1. Nickname: Lud

2. Zodiac: Taurus with ascendant Virgo

3. Height: 176 cm (or 5 feet 9 inches..? Idk used a converter)

4. Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff all the way!

5. Last thing I googled: “176 cm in feet and inches” … so yeah

6. Do you get asks: No never! I’m not one of those popular people who answer questions, I just reblog great content! :D

7. Amount of sleep: I aim for 7 hours!

8. Lucky number: … uhm idk about lucky, but my favorite is 6?

9. What I’m wearing: Right now? Black sweatpants, a white nightshirt with a cat and a blue sweater…

10. Dream trip: I’d like to go to Japan and see a local supermarket or go to London and see Cats!

11. Instruments: I play nothing… I wish I could, but no… sad, sad…

12. Languages: First language is Danish! But I also speak English… that’s it. I tried to learn Spanish but uhm… well I didn’t!

13. Favorite songs: … that is so hard, I don’t know. When I was like 14 my favorite song of all time was “The beat of my heart” by Hilary Duff which I always think of when I get this question. But I don’t know if it’s actually my favorite right now. Also have a weak spot for “Hurt” by Christina Aguilera… UH! And I love “Unwritten” !!!!

 14. Random fact: I hate pineapple. I always cringe if characters eat pineapple and it is a real struggle to let my RP characters enjoy this fruit… but I do it!

15. Aesthetic: … I have no idea what this means, but I love yellow!

So I’m gonna drag some friends into this, I am sure they will appreciate it :D…

Tags: @tyra004 @snakebittenwritingden @cannilu

No pressure! :D

[peacekeepingjennerit-blog]

Day’s Haze

The Events After Day takes the Devil’s Haze

Day smiled and locked her bedroom door just as Pendles had instructed. If what he said was right she was going to have a fun time! 

I preparation she removed her clothes, changed into a nice nightgown, and sat down on her bed. With the vial in hand she took a small pinch and sprinkled it gently on her tongue. Laying back on the bed with her eyes half opened Dat waited for it to kick in.

That’s when it hit her like a wrecking ball. Like a steady heartbeat, but somehow more sinister. What was that sound? Where was it coming from? Day stood up out of her bed just as she began to hear distant whispers. 

“Hello?” She called out “Is anybody there?”

There was no answer, just the sound of the deadly heartbeating. She swore she had heard it from somewhere before. Suddenly another noise rang through her ears. A gunshot. She screamed and turned around to see Oscar Mike pointing his gun straight at her head.

“MIkey?! W-What are y-”

“WHY?!” He bellowed out as he got closer “WHY DID YOU DO THAT? You were supoosed to be my bro!” 

“I am Mikey, I am! Please, put the gun down and-” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as he shot directly at her. She feel onto her knees out of shock and started to whimper. 

“MIkey STOP!” She yelled out to him, but was answered by a different voice entirely.

“You deserve this.” 

Day looked up and saw Rath towering over her with his blades in hand. “You are not one of us. You are scum.”

“Verod?!” Their eyes locked and she saw in his eyes nothing but pure rage and hate.

“You are nothing more than your father’s pet.” He reeled back and lurched forward to strike, barely giving her any time to react.

“AAAAAH!”

One by one she watched as all of her friends killed her in different ways, each one more painful than the last. Scellil mauled her throat out. T’mara shot her in the eye. Toby stepped on her with Berg. Pendles broke her bones.

In little to no time at all she was huddled in a corner of her room, screaming for them all to leave her alone. She didn’t deserve this. She was a good person now.

The most painful moment was when she saw Ghalt and thought he was coming to save her, just like he had when they first met. She reached out for him, mind full of hope. But instead she got a face full of shotgun shells. 

One thing was clear during this situation, though. Her fear. She wanted everybody to like her so badly, to know that she was a new person. But there was a chance that they wouldn’t. 

There was a chance that they would all realize one day how much she really did to help Rendain end the universe. They would hate her. 

There was only one thing left in the universe that she fear. It was not the Varelsi or her linage.

She feared her friends.

[tellytantra]

Mishti sat on the bed, lost in thoughts. Why couldn't Kunal move past whatever happened between them? Was it so difficult? Why was he hell-bent on the idea that she was trying to trap Abir? When the door-bell to her room rang, Mishti sighed. Jasmeet would be furious that Mishti left her alone in the pandal. Mishti did not want to face her. She was half-convinced that she could just lay down and pretend to be asleep while Jasmeet finds her key-card. However, the bell continuously rang a couple more times, Mishti sighed and got up.  Opening the door, she was surprised to find him standing there. "What are you doing here?"  "What did Kunal say to you?" Abir asked, forehead creased in concern. "Nothing that matters. He doesn't like me, it will take time for him to." Abir rolled his eyes. Pushing her slightly, he walked into the room, closing the door behind himself. "Abir kya kar rahe ho?" "Mishti, tumhe samajh nahi aaya ab tak? I know you. I know tum Kunal ki baaton se upset ho." Mishti smiled at him. Walking to him, she put a hand on his chest. "I am sorry. It's just that, I know how important it is to you. Me and Kunal being friends and I am not lying. I will try my best and make sure that your brother begins at least liking me." Abir smiled and kept a hand on her waist, pulling her a little close. "You know I love you." "I do. Do you know I love you too?" Abir chuckled. Every time he heard her say these words, it felt dreamlike. How lucky was he, to have her. That smile of hers whenever she looked at him, the way her eyes would shine. He placed a hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb against it. He did not fail to miss how her lips slightly parted, eyes moving back and forth between his eyes and lips.  "Abi-" The shrill sound of the bell made them spring apart. She looked at him with wide eyes. "Hide! It must be Jasmeet Aunty." "Why should I hide? I'll tell her I brought you here." "Exactly why you shouldn't. Please Abir, just go the bathroom. I'll make sure she doesn't enter." "Par Mishti-" She cut him short by placing a quick kiss on his cheeks, very close to his lips. "Please!" Needless to say, Abir complied. "Mishti?" Jasmeet entered the room, frowning. "You didn't have to leave me along without informing me. Mujhe laga you were lost. Pata hai how upset Taiji would have been?" "Jasmeet Aunty, actually, I have a terrible headache and I did not want to ruin everyone else's mood. Kuhu seems to be enjoying so much, faltu ki tension le leti." Jasmeet seemed convinced. "Accha theek hai, ab hatt. Kunal has invited me to have dinner with him, Kuhu and Abir. I need to get ready." Mishti looked at the bathroom door in horror.  "Nahi!" Quickly standing in front of the door, she tried thinking of an excuse. To her confusion, they heard water running. "Haww! How did the water tap open by itself?" Stupid Abir! "Arey, it's because I have a headache!" "What?" "Jasmeet Aunty, I was the one who put the tap on, I wanted hot water. Maine socha, I'll take a bath, eat some food, take my medicine and sleep. That way, you can enjoy with them and I'll have my rest." Jasmeet frowned, looking rather unconvinced. "But I need to get ready. You can have a bath later." "Please Chachi, you look gorgeous already, what with your Kareena Kapoor dress. I don't think you should change." That seemed to do it. Jasmeet smiled, rather proud. "Of course I do." It took a few more minutes but Mishti managed to convice Jasmeet that she looked good despite all the dancing at the pandal. Even though a part of her hated lying, she could not even begin to imagine what all she would say if she found Abir hiding in the bathroom. Once Jasmeet went out of the room, Mishti leaned against the closed door with a relieved sigh. When the sound of the water stopped, she remembered Abir and rushed to the bathroom.  "Are you mad?" Abir shrugged. "It helped." Mishti walked to him, smiling mischeviously. "Oh did it? I will not be able to join you for dinner either." A part of her wanted to comment on how Kunal didn't even invite her but knowing Jasmeet, even if he did, Jasmeet wouldn't relay that information.  "Oh that has a simple solution. I will have dinner with you here, in your room." Abir smiled with enthusiasm. "Oh come on, why would you miss out?" "Let Kuhu and Kunal spend some time together. I am sure they'll find ways to escape your Chachi anyway." "And she'll come back here." "No, she wouldn't." "How are you so sure?" Mishti didn't realise that she had walked into the shower booth and they were both standing right under the shower so imagine her surprise when Abir switched on the shower. She shivered a little as the cold water hit her, drenching her. She felt it seep into her clothes. "What are you doing?" She couldn't help but stare a little as she looked at him. Water running down his hair and face, a small smile playing on his lips.  "Did you not tell her that you are planning to have a shower?" Mishti's cheeks turned red. Not very sure if it was his comment or her own thoughts. "I was lying." With that, she took a step back and turned around, only to be pulled backwards by her waist. She closed her eyes as her back hit his chest. "Abir!" She meant to shoubt but it was hardly a whimper. "You did give me something before opening the door for her." "I did."  "And it would be unfair if I didn't return it." "It would be." Mishti softly answered. Abir smiled. Bending, he placed his lips on her neck, over the dress she was wearing. Her hand clutched his. Pushing her hair out of the way, he placed another kiss right behind her ear, this one a little longer. Mishti shivered not sure if it was the cold water or the heat. His hands were lose around her and she pulled a little away. Before she could take a step, he turned her around, making her face him.  "I don't remember you shying away the night of Janmashtami." Abir raised a brow. "Neither did you in the hospital nor a few minutes ago, right outside." Mishti only downcast her eyes, smiling. Hands cupping her face, he made her look up. Leaning in, he placed a kiss on her forehead. Mishti closed her eyes again. His lips felt warm against her cool forehead. He moved a little closer, rubbing their noses together. Mishti gulped. Balancing herself on her toes, she rose, hands moving to his neck.  No words were exchanged as their lips met. They didn't know who was the one who initiated it. All they knew was that it felt amazing. Mishti ran a hand on his back, feeling his wet hoodie stick to his body like second skin. His one hand was on her face, holding it for the kiss while the other around her waist, pulling her closer.  When the parted, Mishti looked to her side, trying to regain her breath.  Not meeting his eyes, she side-stepped and turned the shower off. Abir pulled her to him.  "You'll catch a cold." Mishti tried. All she wanted to do was kiss him again.  "At least look at me. This wasn't that bad." "Of course it wasn't." Mishti chuckled nervously. Wow, what was she even supoosed to say? Compliment his skills?  When he couldn't take the awkwardness anymore, Abir turned to her and pulled her in for another kiss. Other thoughts could wait. All he knew was he had her in his arms.

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