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dontaskmetodivide · 4 years ago

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migraine days

summary: Y/N experiences a migraine and Harry does his best to comfort her.

tw: total fluff

1,598 words !!

a/n: migraines really aren’t pretty, so this isn’t a very pretty one shot, but as someone who get them i really wanted to write something about what h would do to comfort his girl during them.

You knew the second that your vision went blurry and your face got tingly that you were having a migraine. The piercing headache that you could only describe as the feeling of going mad. You were used to them, they sucked but you were used to them. You got them every month or so, and usually when they happened you would shut off your phone, lie in bed crying and just try to focus on your breathing. But once you started dating Harry, they got slightly more manageable. Harry always knew exactly what to do and how you comfort you, which made the whole experience a little more bearable.

You called Harry over to your flat around 8 pm, you both deciding to watch a movie and eat ice cream until you fell asleep, but around 10 pm you felt the strain on your head.

You get up from the couch and go to the kitchen calmly, excusing yourself for a moment so that you can take your meds, hopefully in time to break the migraine before it gets too bad. Along with the small dissolvable tablet you take, you also chug a bunch of water, refilling the bottle twice before Harry enters the room.

“Y/N? What’re you doing?” He asks with a groggy voice, clearly tired from the late hour and all the work in the studio earlier in the day. His hands remain in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

You set the bottle down on the counter and squint your eyes, trying to see Harry’s face clearly as you speak. “I feel a migraine coming, is all.” You brush it off but he takes it more seriously, walking around the island to get closer to you.

“Oh, muppet.” His hands come up and cup your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “Has the aura started yet?” He asks with concern laced in his voice, referring to the weird visual changes you encounter when it comes to your migraines.

You nod and close your eyes, the light beginning to cause a light pounding behind your eyes. He kisses your forehead and you grab onto the sides of his sweatshirt for balance.

“Want to head to the hospital?” He asks, and that was one thing you didn’t appreciate from Harry as much when your migraines would occur. He always wanted to take you to the hospital immediately, have you protected and cared for by trained professionals, and while it was very caring, you were stronger than that and could usually last a while before absolutely needing to go seek help. You always wanted to wait until you felt like you couldn’t anymore before going to the doctor.

“No, I’m okay H.” You tell him, shaking your head with your eyes glued shut.

“Let’s lay down, yeah?” He asks and you open your eyes, only to see spots, and agree with him as he urges you out of the kitchen. He leads you down the hall and to the bedroom, careful not to move too fast.

As you get into the bedroom he turns off the lights, only leaving on the soft glow from the bedside lamp as you crawl into bed and shuffle under the puffy comforter. The pain in your head has now grown tremendously, and the small throbbing behind your eyes has now turned to vigorous pulsating on the front hemisphere of your brain.

You don’t register that he’s left the room until you hear the door close softly, signaling that he’s returned. The bed dips next to your hip, so you open your eyes and pull the covers from your face slightly.

Harry is holding a cup of water and some aspirin, as if it would do anything to help, but you appreciate the gesture none the less. You sit up slightly and he places his hand on your hip as you grab the water and pills from him, throwing them into your mouth and chugging more water.

“Are you hot? Want me to turn up the AC?” He asks as you snuggle back under the covers.

“Yes please.” You squabble out as you squint your eyes shut and try to get comfortable. Harry has learned all the things he can possibly do to make you more comfortable when these things happen.

He knows that you like to bury yourself in blankets to try and block out the world, so the air conditioner temp needs be lowered so that you don’t overheat.

He swiftly gets up and goes into the hall, returning after a long second, and after another second you hear the blast of the vents being turned up. Harry comes around the bed and lays down beside you, placing a hand on your back over the sheets and rubbling softly.

You started having migraines at a pretty young age so you learned pretty early that going to sleep is the best way to endure the pain. Most times you can fall asleep and once you wake the migraine has turned to a small headache, but you aren’t always so lucky.

You manage to sleep for an hour and a half before you’re sitting up and hunching over the side of the bed, about ready to vomit all over the floor. Harry is already handing you the small trash bin from your bathroom, that he must’ve picked up whilst you were asleep, and holding your hair back, tying it in a loose low bun with a band from around his wrist.

You gag a couple times before you’re throwing up all the water you had previously consumed. “It’s okay, baby. Let it out.” Harry hums behind you as he traces his bitten fingernails over your back, scratching lightly. “You’re okay, I’m right here.”

After filling up the bucket way more than you’re proud of, your body begins to rest so you place it back on the ground, heaving from exhaustion. A silent cry begins to fill your chest from frustration and pain. Tears fall from your face onto your lap as your boyfriend cradles you into his chest and you grip onto his sweatshirt for dear life.

Crying always made the headaches worse, but you couldn’t help it. It just hurts so fucking bad.

You take a deep breath and attempt to get up to go to the bathroom. Harry stands up with you and you’re grateful because as soon as you take a step you feel woozy and your knees start to buckle. He grabs your waist with one hand and the back of your head with the other, helping you stand.

“Woah woah woah, love. Baby?” Harry says with a panicked tone as he helps you sit back down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m- I’m okay. Just exhausted.” You tell him, holding onto his forearms still holding your body

“I think it’s time to go to the hospital, love.” He says as he scratches your scalp, hoping to relieve the pain in any way possible, and you nod, succumbing to the inevitable destination of this deceitful journey.

He slowly releases your body and stands straight, grabbing your shoes and sliding them on your feet as you remain hunched over the side of the bed. He helps you stand and walk out of the house to the car. The car ride is silent, Harry kindly turning off the radio aware that sound worsens the effects. He keeps his hand on yours the whole ride, circling his thumb on the back of your hand.

You get to the hospital and Harry parks close to the front of the ER doors, helping you out of the car and to the waiting room. Harry pulls your head onto his lap as soon as you’re seated, and you cradle your temples in your hands, silently begging your mind to give you a break.

You aren’t sure how long it is until they call you back and get your situated in a hospital bed, Harry helping you change into the gown and turning out the lights for you to rest. He sits on the chair next to your bed, not releasing his tight grip on your hand as you close your eyes and rest your head against the propped up cushion.

The doctor comes in shortly after that, letting you know how they will treat you. She had been your doctor before and knows just how bad this pain is for you. She examines you briefly, which is more painful than helpful to you. As she shines the bright light into your eyes you see Harry visibly wince and clench his jaw, knowing just how bad it must hurt for you.

Once she’s done she sets up the IV catheter, the needle piercing your hand not even fazing you compared to the mind blistering pain in your brain.

The doctor speaks softly as she consults you and sets up the IV drip. “You know the drill. We’ll do a fluid drip since you’re more than likely dehydrated, while simultaneously doing the pain reliever, which as I’m sure you know, will make you slightly loopy.”

You let out a breathy laugh and look at Harry who just smiles and shakes his head at you, knowing what you’re thinking. “You’re responsible for anything I say or do.” You tell him, your voice sounding strained.

The doctor smiles at the two of you before putting a “FALL RISK” band on your wrist and exiting, telling you to get some rest.

Before the door is even closed Harry is hopping on the bed to lay with you, facing you and making sure to not mess up the tubes going into your hand. He rests his hand on your cheek and you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hand rather than the pulsating in your head.

“I’m sorry I ruined our movie night.” You tell him with your eyes closed, and you don’t hear anything after a second but feel his lips come into contact with yours.

“Don’t apologize, pet.” He says, watching you carefully with compassion. “I’m sorry you ever have to go through this. If I could take it all away from you I would.”

“I know.” You try to smile up at him. “Thank you.” You tell him, resting your forehead against his.

i kinda wanna do a part two to this with loopy Y/N, so let me know if you’d like that lol thank you for reading, love you guys <3

#Harry Styles #harry styles x reader #harrystyles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harrystyles #migraine

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anya-grace · 4 years ago

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Am I late for Smutty Saturday? But as they say, better late than Petra and Levi never fucking so here ya go 😛

A/N: My brain stopped functioning halfway through writing my succubus!Petra fic lol so here's Levi fucking Petra on top of the wall instead :)

I also don't have a title for this lmao. Wall sex? 50 Meters League on Top of the Sea (of titans)?

Summary: Petra and Levi. Sex. 🥰🥰🥰

It wasn't rare for them to be on night duty. It was one thing that the Corps has a limited number of soldiers, but there was also the fact that they, as the special operations squad, have the duty to learn more about their nemesis. And one way of knowing about them was to examine them up close in their most vulnerable state: at night when the sun is gone and their energy was at its lowest.

Petra didn't mind the extra work though. Even if she knew that the additional task at hand is going to take a toll on her training tomorrow, she certainly wouldn't trade anything for a private and intimate time with her Captain.

She stood next to him, watching the horizon as the orange full moon graced them with its light. She often compared the moon and the sun, and she realized that the heavenly body at night was far more beautiful than the giant ball of fire in the morning.

"Captain," she saluted, "You should take a rest. I can handle this by myself."

She admired the sharp features of the man as the light of the moon touched his skin. Petra breathed heavily when his eyes met hers, and she almost missed the way his mouth moved when he said that he was fine and that she needed the rest more than him.

After arguing that the Captain needed to rest than her, they agreed to take a break at the same time.

They were sitting on top of the wall. The wind was cold but kind, the gentle breeze swayed her hair and coat sideways and she sighed at the peaceful feeling of the night.

"Do you want to sleep, Ral?" the Captain asked.

"No, sir." She exhaled at the tousled look of his black hair, "How about you, Sir? Do you want to?"

"No," he said firmly.

Petra nodded and did not initiate any more conversation. Instead, she focused on this wonderful moment. She was mere inches away from her Captain, and although there were titans fifty meters below them, she still thought that this was perfect.

She secretly took a peek at the man beside her. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed on his chest, highlighting his muscles. Petra felt her cheeks heating up and snapped her head in the opposite direction. She hugged her knees to her chest and buried her red face between them.

Stupid. Stupid. How can I have the energy to ogle my Captain when we're literally mere feet away from the titans?

She erased all thoughts of her Captain inside her head and sighed. This was going to be a long night…

***

Her eyes snapped open instantly, remembering where she was and what she was doing. She fell asleep while on night duty, and worse, on top of the wall. If she had made a wrong move while sleeping, then it would cost her her life and the Captain.

Speaking of the man, her heart beat faster as she snapped her head in his direction, and she felt a heavy weight resting on her right shoulder.

Breathing calmly, the Captain fell asleep on her shoulder. His hands were still crossed to his chest. The wind blew his hair to reveal his face, his eyebrows were knitted together and his lips slightly parted from each other.

She gave a thoughtful smile as she watched the sleeping man. Was it unprofessional to be in this position? Was it bad that she's obsessed with the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed?

Frankly, she doesn't care. Petra wanted to savor this moment and drink every inch of detail that she could get in this proximity with her superior.

She was sure that the Corporal was more or less aware of her romantic feelings for him. On more than one occasion, Petra felt his longing stare at her when they were alone. She swore she could feel the frustration in him whenever she's close. And she knew, no matter how hard he tried to hide, that he was attracted to her too.

Her face heated up again for whoever knows how many times that night.

Gathering her courage, she placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. The captain grunted but did not wake, but his head felt heavier on her shoulder.

The night was getting deeper, and the moon was covered with thick clouds that made the surroundings darker. The air was colder and more threatening. Her behind became too sensitive as the material of the wall became colder, and the long hour of sitting on top of the hard stone made it ache.

With the lack of anything to focus her mind on, her attention was again on Levi. His hands fell into his lap and his face was now buried on the crook of her neck instead of her shoulder. His breathing tickled her sensitive skin and she shuddered as her mind imagined things that will never happen.

Feeling a wet sensation on her neck, she felt the Captain trailing kisses and nipping on her skin. She gasped and instinctively moved away, leaving the Captain's head hanging on the air as his eyes pierced her.

Her hands traveled to her neck, the space between her legs getting wet as the realization hit her.

"Captain...why did you– God, did you kiss me?"

Placing a hand at the back of his neck and stretching it, Levi noted her flushed appearance. "Did you kiss me?" He asked back.

"I didn–" her eyes widened, remembering the way she kissed his forehead a while ago.

"B-But it was different," she defended.

"How so?"

"Yours was sexual and–"

The captain stood in front of her, his shadow covered her face and body as his eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Mine was what?"

Her eyes did not leave his as he crouched down again in front of her. Something was hypnotizing in his eyes that Petra couldn't explain. She gulped as his face neared her.

"Mine was what?" he asked again, this time in front of her face, his breath fanning on her heated skin.

The sound of her heart beating was suddenly louder than it ever was. It reminded her of the stomps of the titan outside the walls, the tingling sound of the signal flares whenever it was fired when a titan was in sight, and the loud cracking of bones whenever someone was caught by a titan's hand.

She snapped the last thought away and focused on the man in front of her. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes as she pulled out courage from the deepest part of hers.

And in a matter of seconds, Petra kissed her Captain.

The contact was chaste at first. Her lips felt his and they didn't move–not right away. Her lips lingered on his for a moment before she opened her mouth and started kissing him for real.

She moaned on his mouth as he gathered the hair at the back of her head, pressing her more to him. Petra did the same as her fingers gripped his hair, tilting his head slightly upwards to give her better access to his mouth.

She felt her back hitting the cold top of the wall. Petra shivered because of the clashing temperature. Cold on her back, and heat on her front.

Moving his hands to remove her coat, Levi looked down at the woman underneath him. His shadow loomed over her, but he could see the flush of red on her face and the lust shining on her orange irises.

"Do you want to do this, Petra?" His hands moved her coat from her body to underneath her, giving her a soft cushion from the hard surface.

She pulled his face on hers again and started kissing him. "Yes. Yes, I want this," she said breathily.

The fact that they were on top of the wall, the titans waiting for them to make a wrong move, and nothing shielding them from the prying eyes of whoever was still awake at this godly hour, doesn't seem to faze Petra. She opened her dress shirt and asked him to suck on her breasts.

Levi obliged and he heard her moan. The wind took her voice and disappeared through the night. He felt her warm hands removing his jacket and opening the buttons of his clothes.

Petra pressed him deeper on her chest. When they were alone, in training, or in his room, she always wanted to ask him to suck on her nipples. It was her favorite part of her own body: her breasts. And she wanted to see her Captain playing with it.

Panting, she switched their places. Levi tugged at her nipples as she moved, and the man groaned when he lost contact with her tit.

She straddled him as she worked on completely removing his clothes. Petra opened the button of his pants and groaned when she realized that the brown straps of their ODM gear were preventing her from fully stripping him off of his clothes.

Levi did the same with hers. He squeezed her breasts and palmed her clothed pussy. Petra moaned on top of him and ground her hips to his.

The hardness of the wall made it uncomfortable to stay aroused, but Petra was looking at him hungrily, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled his underwear down and his erection sprung free.

She marveled at his dick and the first and last thing on her mind right now was to be fucked by him. Damn the walls and the titans, damn the sleeping residents that may hear her moans, she wanted to feel free on top of this wall.

He removed her on top of him and ordered her to get on all-fours. Petra obliged, showing her still clothed ass to him. He unbuttoned her from the front and pulled her pants as much as the strapped harness allowed him.

Petra shuddered as she felt the air on her exposed cunt, and she moaned when Levi licked her once, twice, thrice, to feel her wetness.

The sight of her made him lose his mind. She tasted divine, and she smelled godly. Levi stroked his dick before pushing inside of her.

The first contact made her knees weak, and her face almost hit the floor if it weren't for Levi grasping her tits to pull her closer to him. Their moans spurred into the air as Levi pumped into her harder. She could feel him grow more inside of her as her cunt clenched around him.

They fucked as the moon watched them. They fucked as one of the titans moved from one tree to the other, as if switching places to watch them clearer. The thought made Petra shiver. They were out and about someone out there must be watching them as her superior made love to her pussy. She leaned her head back and basked in the feeling.

Petra's ass bounced every time he pounded on her. He could feel her hardened nipples at the palm of his hands as he whispered on her ears how tight she was, how good her pussy felt around him, and how dirty she was letting her superior fucked her on top of the wall.

He could feel his orgasm coming through, Petra reached for her clit and he knew that she was close too.

With a few more hard thrusts, Levi spent inside of her as Petra did the same. She fell on the floor with a soft thud, and she felt empty as Levi pulled out of her.

Laying beside her, Levi kissed Petra again on the mouth, then her cheeks, and her temples. Petra closed her eyes in appreciation.

While her sweat cooled in her skin, Petra realized what they had done and what consequences it might bring tomorrow, the week after, the month after, or in the longer future.

She didn't want to spoil this wonderful moment. Petra opened her eyes and saw the moon peeking once again. And for the second time, she realized that indeed, it was more beautiful than the sun.

#rivetra #levi x petra #anya's s saturday shenanigans #smutty saturday 🥳#if u don't fuck your woman on top of a 50-meter wall then don't talk to me #or to Levi or to Petra ever again #pls gimme title ideas uwu

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themonkeycabal · 4 years ago

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Episode 1 SPOILERS

If you need to blacklist, I will be tagging all things as #tfatws and/or #tfatws spoilers

My roommate keeps calling this The Falcon and the Snowman. I'm not entirely sure it's accidental.

I was going to watch at midnight and then fell asleep. Betrayal. I will not forgive this, brain.

Bucky Barnes character development. Sam Wilson character development. Six full episodes of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. When we watched Civil War, did we think we'd actually be lucky enough to get a buddy idiot cop movie? Let alone six hours of it? #blessed

What are we expecting here? I have no idea, honestly. I think all the clips we've been seeing are from the first couple episodes, so they've hidden any sort of plot from us. We know Baron Zemo's around with his stupid purple ski mask and burning hatred for superheroes and probably specifically for Bucky who he tried (and honestly kind of succeeded, before then ultimately failing dramatically) to set up. And Sharon Carter will turn up at some point. OMG guys, Sharon Carter character development!

I'm just here for the buddy bickering and badassery.

SPOILERS BELOW

New World Order: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes realize that their futures are anything but normal. *Realize*? lol

Also, it's tagged as "science fiction, action-adventure, buddy" Awww.

Aww, Sam looks sad as he gazes at The Shield.

"How's it feel?" "Like it's someone else's." "It isn't."

That's right, Sam! Listen to that voice. That's yours now, baby.

We're just going to roll right into a mission. Rescuing a Captain Vassant, whose plane fell out of contact shortly after take off, from the ridiculously named group LAF, somewhere over Tunisia. Sam's got to keep LAF from doing bad things and the US Military can't be seen doing anything blah blah blah, violation of treaties, yada yada. And Sam's all "blah blah got it". We're on the same page, Sam and me. Nobody wants to hear it, Briefing Exposition Guy.

We will have a Lt. Torres on the ground following along and offering helpful commentary as they go.

Sam is warned to be subtle as he falls backwards out of the cargo plane in very dramatic fashion and then swoops off on his brightly colored wings. lol

Sam gets to the captain's plane but the pilot is dead and a shady LAF guy is piloting. Oh no. Hey, it's Batroc. Last seen getting his ass kicked by Captain America in "CA: The Winter Soldier". He makes some jokes about their prisoner - presumably Captain Vassant. Awful cocky for a guy with a history of getting stomped on, you know.

Anyway, he's about to get his ass kicked by a Captain America again as Sam breaks into the plane. You might just be using wing shields now, Sam, but you're Captain America in my heart. Also, hey, dumb bad guys, don't open fire with an automatic weapon inside a plane or the ricochets might kill your pilot. And his body will slump forward and put the plane into a steep dive.

Batroc distracts Sam while the bad guys gather up Vassant and jump out of the plane with him. They have wingsuits, but Sam has, you know, wings. And like a jet pack. Don't hit the canyon walls, Sam!

Somehow the bad guys have waiting gunships. Did they expect to jump out of the plane over this canyon? I can only assume. Red Wing takes care of one of the helicopters. Man these guys are a pain in the ass. They wing suit into one of the many many helicopters that just happen to be right in the right spot. They're racing for the Libyan border. Then Sam shows up, they throw Vassant out the copter again — this guy is having the worst day — and glide into another chopper.

Man ANOTHER gunship? The hell? They're causing serious ecological damage to this canyon, what with all the zillionty missiles they're firing at Sam. How strapped is this thing?

LT Torres is trying to keep up, and you know, trying to get Sam to not fly into Libyan territory and cause an international incident or some such. Sam is struck by inspiration and not by a missile. But, the missiles are following Sam and Sam is following Batroc's chopper. Sam zooms through the open doors of the chopper, knocks poor Vassant out of the chopper AGAIN (but then catches him), and LAF blows up their own helicopter. Alas, Batroc escaped.

Sam saves the day and LT Torres is like super excited. Don't break your humvee, Torres.

Torres and Sam stop by a tea shop in Tunis, or somewhere. Sam's trying to fix his tech that got a little shot up and Torres buys the tea. A man comes up and thanks Sam for saving his wife. It's sweet. And then Torres gets up and wanders about a bit with his phone as he exposits about LAF. Is Torres about to become a pin cushion? Only instead of pins it'll be bullets? I'm not feeling good about his continued health. He's too cute and earnest.

Oh, he's looking for some sort of hidden, augmented reality tag on the walls. A red handprint, id'ing some group that calls themselves the Flag Smashers. Bad guys are really scraping the bottom of the evil name barrel. Anyway, they think the world was better during the blip. Nothing says better like mass failure of infrastructure and probably world wide famine. They want a unified world without borders. I have big doubts the world would be a borderless utopia during a blip-like event. Power vacuums invite trouble, seldom unity.

Anyhoo. Sam kind of agrees with me, "every time something gets better for one group, it gets worse for another".

Torres will track the 'online chatter'. But he's also heard some wacky things about Steve Rogers, conspiracy theory stuff, "they think that he's in a secret base on the moon, looking down over us". LOL. What? Is Steve a moon angel now? or Santa Claus? "You didn't like fly him to the moon?" Sam assures him that's all very much silly foolishness. Steve's in Boca working on his tan.

Sam's back in D.C. giving a talk about Steve at the Smithsonian's National Air & Space museum. "And he mastered posing stoically". Hey, I have that picture. Also, RHODEY! Hi Rhodey!

"A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after 5 years away. Sending the world into turmoil." Again. I know this was meant to come out before WandaVision, but timeline-wise this works better.

"We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we're in. Symbols are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning." Sam holds up The Shield. "I don't know if there's been a greater symbol." Aww, he's retiring the shield. He hands it off to museum people and they put it in a display case. I think Rhodey has some thoughts about this. I suspect Rhodey maybe doesn't agree.

Sam and Rhodey wander through the Cap exhibit and Sam's talking about how when he left (or got snapped, it's not like you had a choice about that, Sam), his nephews were babies and now they're little men. Awww. Rhodey says Sam should bring them to D.C., he'll teach them how to fly, "the right way". lol.

Rhodey says it's crazy to think nobody will be carrying the shield. Sam points out they went 70 years without, so like …

Rhodey wants to know why Sam didn't take up the mantle. BTW, this is a cool exhibit, marvel peeps. Sam says it feels like it belongs to someone else … Steve. Rhodey says everything's broken. Allies are enemies, things are torn apart. People are looking for somebody to make it better. Having made his pitch, Rhodey leaves Sam to stare mournfully at the shield. I think you're afraid to pick up the shield, Sam. Afraid you won't measure up. But, you can do it. I have faith. Also, Steve was kind of a disaster in his own way. He wasn't perfect, which was the point of Steve as a hero. Pick up the shield, Sam.

A fancy hotel, chatting people in the lobby, up to a mezzanine, a group of very Russian oligarch looking dudes and their security. And lo! A metal arm punches through a wall and the Winter Soldier, looking very Winter Soldiery appears and stabs some dudes in the neck. This has a sepia, dream/nightmareness to it. Oh yeah, it's his old shiny silver arm. Totally a nightmare/very bad memory. "Hail Hydra" and he kills the head Russian guy. The poor dude who was just chatting in the lobby is caught trying to get into his door. He swears he didn't see anything, begs for his life and the Winter Soldier shoots him. Bucky wakes up, breathing heavily. Poor Bucky.

Glad he's in therapy. I'm sure goat herding in Wakanda was good and peaceful and all, but, goats will only get you so far. Also glad we've skipped the "wanted terrorist" part and gone on to traumatized hero.

I get the feeling he's not the best patient. He lies to his therapist straight off. Twice. lol. "You're a civilian now. With your history the government needs to know, you're not gonna … [therapist makes stabby motion]." lol (I love this actress by the way. She's been in everything for ages. She's great). "It's a condition of your pardon. So tell me about your most recent nightmare." "I didn't have a nightmare." She starts writing, Bucky objects and tells her she's being passive-aggressive, but he gives in.

He has a list of amends to make and three rules to follow. He crossed a name off. There's a Hydra pawn who's a senator, he helped her get into office. "After Hydra disbanded, she continued to use the power I gave her." Hmm. He tracks her car and listens in on her plotting to have a congressman killed.

* Rule number one: Can't do anything illegal.

He's hijacked the Senator's car and is remote controlling it, making it drive all out of control and freaking her out. He says he was collecting intel to give to an aide to convict her. Absolutely only did that. Not one illegal thing about that at all, no ma'am.

"Rule number two?" "Hmm. What was rule number two?" "Nobody gets hurt. It's a big one." "Then why isn't it rule number one?" Oh, Bucky, you're a jackass.

* Rule number two: Nobody gets hurt.

"I didn't hurt anybody. Promise." He totally broke a dude's hand and then punched him in the face, knocking him out. I mean, there's levels of 'hurt' I suppose.

"The whole point of making amends is to fulfill rule number three." "Of course I completed rule number three."

* Rule number three: "I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes. And you're part of my efforts to make amends." He says to the corrupt senator he's just been terrifying. And then he walks away as a tac team pulls up. lol.

What I'm getting from this therapy session is that Bucky is a big fat fibber.

Also he's got a little black book full of names. Including, I see, H. Zemo. That's not going to go as smoothly as taking down a shady government fatcat, I think.

"So you did it all right, but it didn't help with the nightmares?" "Well, like I said, I didn't have any." Fibber.

People wanna help you Bucky and you can trust them. "I trust people," he mutters grumpily. She asks for his phone and he hands it over. Look, lady! Trust! Probably government mandated trust, but still!

"You don't have ten phone numbers on this thing." … I don't have ten phone numbers on my phone. :( "Oh, and you've been ignoring texts from Sam." Well …

"I am the only person you have called all week. That is so sad." lol. Tough love from the therapist. I'm feeling a little judged myself, though. "You're alone." ALRIGHT DON'T RUB IT IN!

"You're a hundred years old. You have no history. No family—" "Are you lashing out at me, doc? Because that's really unprofessional." I love you Bucky, but you are a disaster patient.

Bucky relents. "I'm trying. This is new for me. I didn't have a moment to deal with anything. I had a little calm in Wakanda. And other than that, I just went from one fight to another for 90 years." Get this man a goat farm!

"So now that you've stopped fighting, what do you want?" "Peace." A goat farm. "That is utter bullshit." lol "You're a terrible shrink." "I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell." Get some friends, Bucky. "I know you've been through a lot. But, you've got your mind back. You're being pardoned. These are good things. You're free." "To do what?"

On the streets of Brooklyn. Bucky breaks up an argument between neighbors about trashcans. Hey, Bucky has a friend! Yori Nakajima who's probably like 80+. Did you babysit him back in the day, Buck? har har. They were going to meet for lunch, but some punk named Unique was putting his trash into Mr. Nakajima's trash can and just derailed the whole day. The horror. No joke, though, people get so nutted up about that. It's weird to me. Of course, I did also have a neighbor who never put out his trash for pickup and just snuck out at night before trash day and distributed his garbage into in other people's bins. Cheapass.

"Hey man, I'm Unique. Like Monique but it's got a 'u' in there for uniqueness." Yeah, you should have let Yori smack him, Buck.

Well now Yori is just not in the mood for lunch. Bucky tries to persuade him, but one grumpy old man out grumps the other. "But Izzy. We always go to Izzy on Wednesday. What if I buy?" "Fine. But no talking." lol. BFFs!

Yori is looking at the obituaries. "Look, nobody made it past 90 this week." Bucky tsks "So young, such a shame."

Bucky kind of smiles at the girl behind the counter at the sushi joint, Yori tells him he should ask her out. Bucky makes a "are you nuts, shut up" face. That doesn't stop Yori. "He would like to take you out on a date. Maybe to bingo or a night of pinochle." You're a wild man, Yori!

She's down by it, though, and she and Yori hammer out the details while Bucky's like uh, okay, so wow, that's happening. "There's a dance to these things. You can't … you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943."

Yori sees something and suddenly gets sad. His son loves red bean mochi. His son was a consultant, working abroad and he was killed. Oh. Oh Bucky, why you gotta … Yori's son was the innocent witness he killed at the hotel in his nightmare/memory. "I will never know what really happened to him." Brutal.

Delacroix, Louisana

Sam's on his way home. Wilson Family Seafood. Aww. His nephews are helping mom with the catch. "Blue for the snapper, orange for the white fish," Sam calls out. The boys run over to him. They do look like fine gentlemen. It's weird, Sam, I get it. I recently realized my oldest nephew will be 13 in May and it's like "no, he's only in kindergarten, what are you talking about?"

His sister greets him then tells him he's looking all sneaky. Sam deflects. Their boat has seen better days. The Paul & Darlene. Aww. Is that his parents names? "Baby being held together by duct tape and prayers." Just needs to float long enough for his sister to sell it. But Sam's all, uh I thought we were going to *discuss* that. Uh oh, family drama. "We did, and then you were off fighting Dr Space Cape or whatever (lol), while I was holding it together for five long years." Ouch.

Sam is not down by this selling the boat thing. His sister doesn't seem to think they're in a position to hold on to it. Also, she'd really like to not hash this out on the pier with like twenty other people around, Sam.

They get into more of an argument on the boat. The family biz is not doing well financially. Sarah won't let Sam help for some reason, and he makes some comment about the house and loans and she punches him in the chest. lol "I forgot how hard you hit."

Sam insists they can turn it around, consolidate loans. And she's all, been there done that, I've come to terms with this. He's a persistent little jerk. This is such a perfectly sibling argument. Notably he has moved himself out of punching range.

Aww, she wants to believe he can save the boat, but she has DOUBTS.

Back in Brooklyn. Bucky attempts his date. He turns up at the end of the sushi girl's shift and gives her flowers. "Well, if that's not the most adorably old-fashioned thing anyone's ever done."

They chat while she tidies. He tried online dating oh lol. It didn't take. She tells him "You sound like my dad. Wait how old are you?" "Hundred and six." Oh yeah, what a funny joke. Next she wants to know why he's wearing gloves. "I have … um … poor circulation." He grimaces at himself and glances out the window. Smooth as silk, Bucky. Smoooooth.

"Let's play a game." Now, I'm thinking like some weird dating word/get-to-know-each-other game or something. I don't know. But, nope, she means Battleship. lol. I like her.

The drinking game version of battleship. Bucky sucks at it. "You sure can drink." "Yeah, well." Super assassin, unfair advantage.

We're just going to rub in this whole The Winter Soldier killed Yori's son thing, as she says it's nice that he's spending time with the old man. Since he was all messed up after his son was murdered and how it was extra hard because he didn't know what happened. I'm not sure this is healthy, Bucky.

"There's no word for someone whose kids die." Okay, ouch, lady, jeez. Bucky looks like he wants to puke. Or crawl into a deep dark hole. Or something. "Because it's the worst thing that can happen." Bucky nopes right out the front door. So, maybe they should have played pinochle instead.

Bucky goes to Yori. Are you really going to tell this man you murdered his son when you were a brain-washed Hydra assassin? Yori asks how the date was, and Bucky sees a shrine to the man's son in the apartment. Poor Bucky. He makes some excuse about owing Yori for lunch and leaves. Yori's name is in his book of amends. :(

Back in Louisiana. Sam and the kids are packing up meals. His sister maybe wants to sell meals in addition to fish. Sam says they've got to get going to their appointment at the bank. She's says it's in an hour. Sam must be just the worst brother to live with "There's no such thing as on time. You're either early or late. Pick one." Man, no wonder he gets punched.

Switzerland

Lt Torres is walking down a street with an unusually large number of people just sort of milling around in the middle of the street looking at their phones. He's got his kind of hidden, recording. He stops a guy and asks if he knows what they're supposed to be doing. Oh it's the flag munchers, or whatever. There's a weird phony bird whistle and then people gather around a person handing out masks with red handprints on them. His decoy bad guy phone chirps and gives the order to run. A guy jumps out of a nearby building with two huge duffle bags (of money it seems) and walks off while the previously milling people become a seemingly panicked mob, distracting police and whatnot.

Torres tries to arrest the jumper guy, who appears to have some super strength as he kicks a policeman halfway across the street. Torres, you're cute, but not super bright. Torres gets body slammed and then stomped. He survives again, however, defying the odds.

At the bank. The account manager keeps giving Sam the side-eye as he goes through their paperwork. "Do I know you from somewhere." Sam's all modest, "I don't know. Do you?" And then he makes a little wing flappy move with his hands. lol. What a nerd. "Falcon!" Then he takes a selfie with Sam. Sarah is very done with all this. She tries to get them back on track. Account guy wants to know how Avengers make a living. Probably not looking good for your loan, Sam.

"Is there some kind of fund for heroes? Or did Stark pay you when he was around? My condolences, by the way."

Yeah, financially this is looking bad, my dude. "You have no income over the last five years." Well, but, he was blipped. I mean …

Alas, shot down for the loan.

Sam and Sarah argue on the street. Ah, Sam ran off to the Air Force and didn't deal with what was going on at home. Oh my, this is getting ugly. Speaking as someone who got disowned on account of a family business, let me just say, they're not easy. Nuh-uh.

"Half the boat's mine and so is the house. We're not selling our family's legacy." "You gonna do me like what when you know I'm right?"

I get it might be awkward to ask, but I bet you could have asked Pepper for a loan, Sam, and she would have given it to you gladly. Come on, man.

Later. Sam's working on the boat's engine, and it's not cooperating. In the cabin he looks at the family pictures on all the walls. He's having a rough day. About as rough as Torres who texts him to find a secure line and call him along with a selfie of his bruised and battered face. #important (lol, really?)

Sam watches the footage Torres caught and they chat about how Torres was supposed to be doing that stuff online and not getting his face kicked in in Switzerland.

Sarah interrupts and turns on the TV. Some guy is giving a speech about how everybody needs a hero. "We need someone who can inspire us again. Someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero." hmm, no comment. Except, you should have taken up the shield, Sam. Now it's Sam's turn to look like he's going to puke. What did I say about power vacuums? Somebody will fill them, whether you want them to or not.

This new guy looks like a goober. There, I said it.

credits

So … lots of setup. And very clear on the two guys trying to figure out where they fit in this world post blip and big wars. Both of them trying to fix broken families.

Plus a goober in a Cap suit.

So far so good.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers

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make-me-imagine · 4 years ago

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Headcanons: Being in quarantine with your boyfriend Steve Rogers

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Gender: Neutral Triggers: Subtle mentions of the virus

Notes: Sorry its a bit short, my cat died and I’m a bit bummed, plus I’m crampy and hormonal so it’s not been a great couple days. But I hope you like what I was able to write anyway :) Also, it’s Chris Evans birthday today (June 13th), so this was a great day to post this lol

✪ Steve would be one of the better people to be stuck in quarantine with

✪ He’s a bit antsy, and doesn’t like to be cooped up with nothing to do, but he easily fell into a routine that involved various indoor workouts throughout the day

✪ You two would come up with different ones every day. Stacking the chairs and lifting them like weights, counter/step hops, of even trying to make some sort of obstacle course to complete

✪ If you feel like being lazy Steve would threaten you to work out by either tickling or chasing you around the apartment

✪ Luckily no one lived below you so they didn’t have to deal with the noise of running and laughing

✪ Because Steve didn’t have all the equipment to work out like he normally does, you would help by sitting on his back as he did push ups, or hanging onto him for dear life as he did pull ups in the doorway

✪ You insisted be he shirtless for this, it’s easier for you to hold on, more traction

✪ Steve insists that you two get dressed everyday, not wanting to fall into a routine of pajamas as nothing-ness

✪ Twice a month, you would take turns planning a little date night

✪ One of you would hide in the other room for a while, while the other sets something up, and either cooks or orders food

✪ You two would dress up a bit, depending on the date night theme and eat dinner together

✪ This helped to shake things up and keep you two from going stir-crazy

✪ When Steve would get bored and didn’t want to work out he would go around cleaning everything

✪ The apartment would be spotless but he’d do it anyway, just for something to do. He’s rearranged the books in your apartment like 20 times.

✪ “Steve, where is the cookbook I used last night?” “It’s in the bookshelf in the bedroom” “WHY”

✪ Both of you would order groceries, or occasionally take the trip yourselves

✪ And every day you would try new recipes, and bake different desserts together

✪ Steve is a pretty decent cook, but not so great at baking

✪ The two of you would go out for late evening walks in a nearby park, often sitting on a bench watching the sunset

✪ You designate every evening as game and movie night

✪ The two of you would play some form of game - usually a board game or card game, as those were the ones Steve preferred

✪ Monopoly is forbidden

✪ Sometimes you would hop on some online game with Sam and Natasha

✪ At first Steve was hopeless but got into it eventually

✪ And once he did he was really good

✪ Once you were done with games, you would end the night catching up on Steve’s movie and tv show list

✪ Don’t tell Sam or Natasha, because Steve would never forgive you, but one of his favorites so far has been The Notebook. You’ve watched it a few times, and cry at the ending every time.

✪ Though I think Sam and Natasha have both seen it and love it too

✪ Even though you were quarantined, some bad guys were still roaming around, so every once and a while Steve would go out and beat some bad guys up, showing back up at the apartment in the middle of the night

✪ Let me tell you, it was a bit weird being a bad guy and having Captain America show up wearing a medical style face mask just to beat the shit out of you and leave you tied to a tree so some agents could come get you

✪ Every time he got back from these random missions he would shower before he even gave you a hello kiss or hug

✪ SHIELD scientists already figured Steve would be fine if he caught the virus, his genes would protect him and he wouldn’t have many symptoms if any at all

✪ But he could still pass it on, so he was afraid of you getting it from him so he was always really careful, and made sure you were safe and cautious

✪ Even though Steve would be antsy and bored he loved the amount of time he was able to spend with you

✪ Cuddling up on the couch together under a blanket watching moves quickly became his favorite part of the evening

✪ And it often ended with you two just falling asleep there

✪ You’d wake up to the smell of coffee and Steve cooking in the kitchen

✪ Anytime you’d wake up first you made a point of climbing on top of him and kissing him awake

✪ He can never help the smile and light blush that creeps onto his face as he opens his eyes and sees you grinning at him, with your fingers brushing through his hair

✪ Steve loves this, and will always wrap his arms around you before pulling you off of him so he can pull you into his chest and wrap his body around you

✪ You lay there for a few more minutes before convincing him to get up

✪ Lazy mornings became normal since there was really nothing else to do

✪ You two would keep each other sane, you two were enough alike that you never argued or fought

✪ Well actually, sometimes you would have little playful arguments - usually while playing games

✪ They would never lead to real arguments, but they would lead to other things

✪ Sex, they would lead to sex

✪ Not every time though, sometimes it would lead to little tickle fights or pillow fights that ended when one of you gave up

✪ Whenever quarantine ends, both of you would actually miss being around each other all the time

✪ You were still dating so you did see each other often, not to mention you worked in the same field

✪ But the two of you decided to keep some of the routines that you came up with during quarantine

✪ Cooking new recipes all the time, game and movie night became a weekly thing, as did working out together

✪ Quarantine showed Steve that he could never live without you, and that he would do anything to keep the two of you together

#steve rogers #captain america #headcanons #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers headcanons #captain america headcanons #quarantine headcanons #marvel #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers headcanons #quarantine #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers/reader #gender neutral reader headcanons #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #marvel/reader

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laurelleghuleh · 4 years ago

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OCAF | Ch. 16 "Right-hand man"

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: read the masterlist first, additional notes at the end of the chapter

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Two troublesome adults trying to figure out how to properly communicate and work together. A lot of talking. Long chapter. Suggestion for a drink game: take a shot every time Levi tells Daphne to go back to sleep lol

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬: “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Tame Impala, “Beautiful Crime” by Tamer, “I Love You, But I Need Another Year” by Liza Anne.

LEVI’S POV

“Where? If I’m allowed to ask, Captain.”

“The Underground.”

Daphne's eyes aimed at my lips obsessively. Her dark pupils frantically ran from one side of my mouth to the other, as if wondering where that word had come from. Have I really just said the Underground?

Her voice dropped to a whisper when she told me when she told me “Levi, please, don't joke with me…”

“Do I look like someone who wants to joke?” I remarked, but she still looked quite disoriented. Apparently, I needed to explain myself a bit better.

“Erwin gave me more days off to fully recover. As we speak, hundreds of citizens are descending into the Underground due to the breach. The situation must be kept under control. And we'll go on patrol…” I paused for a few seconds, trying to read her expression, “ And see what's going on with your sisters.”

Her head slightly tilted back as a tiny gasp left her mouth.

“What?? But-but wouldn't it be better if I went to help Eren and-?” she babbled.

“Are you by any chance a titan-shifter? Do you secretly possess the hardening technique, perhaps?” I thundered.

She just pouted in response and lowered her gaze.

“Yeah, exactly. Therefore, you are absolutely useless right now. Only Eren can close the breach.”

“But-”

“Are you Eren Yeager? The professional fifteen-years-old pain in the ass?”

“No, fuck, I get it! But-” Daphne tried to object.

“Say another but and I'll let you rot down here, understood?”

After all, I guess I’m always the same: a coldhearted, messy captain who really has no half-measures.

My threat seemed to have had quite the right opposite effect I had hoped for just looking at the way her lips immediately curled into a shy smile. Two tiny dimples shaped at the sides of the mouth and her nose slightly wrinkled.

I couldn’t stand that face much longer and when I opened my mouth to speak again, my voice got unexpectedly softer. “However, it’s up to you. If you want to go and knit a net for the breach or just cheer for the kid, go. You’re still in time. Otherwise-”

“No.” Daphne firmly said, looking at me now straight in the eyes. “I want to stay with you. I mean, come with you. To the Underground .”

Then, she averted her gaze. “So, are we really going back?”. Her voice sounded so innocent, so helpless, like a little girl who could finally have her damn ice cream after dinner.

I nodded in response, without getting lost in further explanations.

Her mouth puckered and then opened in a twitchy “Thanks, Levi”. My chest suddenly tightened and all I could do was sigh and nod again, wordlessly.

A coldhearted, messy captain.

“There’s a cot in that cell, now sleep,” I ordered her, tilting my head in the direction of that tiny old room, right next to the priest’s. She immediately took a quick look at the cell, then eyed me again. She didn’t seem pleased, nor irritated, but her expression had definitely changed in a matter of seconds.

“Isn’t it funny, Levi? It’s been a while, but… Things haven’t changed at all. You still don’t trust me, do you?”

Yeah, it really felt like we were only going backward. No matter how hard I was trying not to perceive her as that night’s thief anymore, it still felt like nothing had really changed.

“It seems like you already know the answer to that question… ” I told her.

“Yeah, for the record it’s called rhetorical question …” she pointed out, walking towards the cell only to come out of it a second later, armed with a chair and an unmovable decision.

Daphne positioned herself right in front of the priest’s cell, next to the chair from which I was supposed to keep an eye on both of them. Once seated, she crossed her arms and legs and started bumping her foot on that old pavement in anticipation. I knew what she was up to.

What a brat.

“You’re going to fall asleep anyways,” I said as I took my position next to her, “Stop it already and go-”

“I’m not tired,” Daphne argued. A stubborn brat, as always, I thought.

“So, what’s the plan, Captain?”

“Drop the Captain .” I hissed.

“Alrighty, Levi … Listen, if I have to be your right-hand man or whatever you wanna call it, I need some more information, don’t you think? Otherwise, I really don’t know how to help you.”

“I’m going to explain everything you need to know tomorrow.” I cut off the conversation. I could sense her eyes rolling without even looking at her. The sigh she made in response got on my nerves beyond belief.

“Always so impatient I see…” I remarked, “Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to discuss the plan,” Then I added, low and deadly, “ And everything else that needs to be discussed between us. ”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” her voice trembled.

“Did you really think you could get away with that a million reasons why crap without a proper explanation?”

At that point, I guessed she had figured what I was referring to. I wasn’t still over her little tantrum in my office a few days before. I needed to know more.

After a quick moment of pure fear, she came back with another of her unrequested snarky comments: “Being so persistent doesn’t suit your age and title, Captain. Give up on that already. That was all I had to tell you.”

“We’ll see about that,” I promptly replied, “You should know by now that I always have my ways to get what I want.”

I could distinctly hear her gulp at the sound of my little tease.

“Anyways, I’ve told you we’ll go back to the Underground. Therefore, we’ll go back. Full stop.”

“It’s just that I don’t understand why!” Her voice suddenly rose, “Why are you helping me at this point? Just why! Don’t you hate me? You don’t even trust me, then how can you bring me back there-”

I didn’t give her the chance to finish that sentence properly when I turned in her direction, halting her just with my dangerous proximity.

“You’re right, I don’t trust you.” I hissed, “In fact, the only thing you need to know and get into that head of yours, for now, is this. So pay attention,” Her eyes widened, “You have already betrayed my trust. Twice . I dare you to try it a third time and see what happens, Daphne .”

That sounded like a threat. Indeed it was. But also, an outright lie. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. I just didn’t trust her bad decisions. I still had faith in her.

At the sound of my words, her expression got unexpectedly darker, her nostrils wide, her mouth just a thin line.

“Then, why the fuck are you trying to help me?” she spoke through her teeth, staring back at me, furiously.

“Because I want to. Is that so hard for that shitty brain of yours to understand?”

No half measures .

She stared at me, wordlessly, for a moment. Maybe she was digesting my words, or maybe just thinking about what to say next. Then, her shoulders relaxed and her head rocked from side to side, snickering. A slow, smug grin found her lips.

“Always so aggressive, so defensive , Levi…” she teasingly spoke, “I preferred when you were nice to me.” and then crossed her legs and looked away.

Me too , I thought, but all I could say was “If you behave,”

“Suuure, Captain. I’m at your orders,” a hint of sarcasm painted her tone. “But let me ask you this, since it seems like around the Survey Corps everything has its but , its price… What’s yours? What’s the catch here?”

“I’ve already told you that I just want to help you. It’s as simple as that.” I stated, my voice firm. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her submissively nod in response. But still, why was that so hard for her to get?

I might have gone way too far with my mind, but at that point, a thought occurred to me. A candid, yet legitimate one. It actually was that hard for Daphne to get that someone wanted to simply help her without asking her for anything back. Her body, her time, or even just a little favor. Most likely, that thought was what had truly remained hidden behind that smart mouth of hers.

“This has nothing to do with what happened between us,” I clarified, “Do whatever you want with that memory. I just want to be of help. No but , no price, nothing like that… I do have a request , though.”

She snorted. “Yeah, yeah, I know, you don’t have to tell me. No running away, no funny business, no-”

“ That goes without saying ,” my voice dropped down into another slight severe threat. “My only request is… Don’t have any expectations about it. About your sisters, about what you’ll see down there. You still don’t know what’s going on, so whatever that is… Don’t let it affect you.”

Her face was still facing the wall before us, but I could vividly picture her expression at that moment. Soon after, a small nod signaled to me she had understood my words. Or at least, I hoped so. Then, there was just silence.

Hours dragged on quite easily in that stillness, and with time Daphne’s eyelids started to slowly fall down. If it wasn’t for her pride, she would have fallen asleep even earlier. And eventually, she did. Her head fell forward and her neck soon followed, arching unnaturally in the same direction.

Without even looking at her, I used my hand to guide her head on my shoulder, so that she could sleep in a less weird position. I did it without thinking about it too much. Naturally. As soon as her body found mine, Daphne unconsciously adjusted herself on my shoulder, brushing her head against my jacket, looping her arm around mine.

“Hey brat, I’m not a pillow, you know,” I was about to say, but something just told me to shut the fuck up for once.

Her hand grasped the fabric around my forearm, pushing herself a little closer to me. The rest of her body followed as she molded against me. Her proximity was as risky as it sounds. I should have woken her, I should have done something… But I decided to indulge myself that little moment. The priest was sound asleep and the night was my accomplice. Nobody had to know.

I just kept looking forward, unmoving, in silence.

That was until something humid drew my attention back on her after a while of me completely spacing out. She was literally drooling on my shoulder. Tch .

I tilted my head forward and started to blot that bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth while she seemed to be still lost in her dreams. If that were anyone else, I would have just been grossed out. Apparently that time I wasn’t, not even in the slightest, not even close. The scene just made me internally laugh. She just looked so… How do I put this… Ad-NEVER MIND.

That light touch on her lips seemed to disturb her sleep and a low grumble escaped her.

“You were drooling…” I whispered, my hand still ghosting beside her mouth.

At the sound of my voice, Daphne brandished the most childish smile I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life. She giggled, still half asleep, and then completely caught me off guard when her head moved upwards, enough for our cheeks to brush one against the other. The contact made my knees weak, my mind spin, my pride almost crumble.

“You won. ‘Night.” She clumsily worded, just an inch away from my ear, enough to warm up my sensitive skin with her hot breath, enough to make my skin crawl.

She lifted herself up from the chair, wobbling with her feet from side to side, our bodies still connected as she leant against me for support. On her way up, her lips unintentionally brushed the outline of my cheekbone, sending shivers down my spine. I chewed my cheek as hard as I could and just watched her walk away and then lie down on the cot.

Sleep has never come easily for me, let alone that night.

When the morning finally came, first I arranged our departure, then woke both the priest and Daphne, and together we left the district in a short time. Inside the carriage that was bringing us back to Trost, the air was thick with disquiet and frustration. As for me, I already knew what kind of fuckeries I was about to face once at the military barracks. In addition to that, I couldn’t sleep a wink because of Daphne, and her impatient fidgeting didn’t seem to lessen during the trip. Seated next to me, she kept looking outside the carriage, drumming her feet on the floor, and sighing from time to time.

On the other hand, I couldn’t help but wonder if another interrogation would have made that damn priest open that filthy mouth of his. During the whole time, he looked like a mad man, his eyes opened wide, his forehead tense, his hands shaking on top of his knees.

I still don’t know who looked less insane among us three.

Anyways, I know I’m not one to talk about manners, but when we arrived at Trost, the military’s welcome was way worse than I expected. Unpleasant, to use a euphemism. Irritating, to be a bit more realistic.

Shortly after our arrival, we were received by the head of that district, a commander whose name was and still is among the least of my concerns. For the sake of simplicity, I’m going to refer to him as “Shitty Commander”.

So, once in front of Shitty Commander’s desk, inside his obnoxiously big office, two of his guards approached our little trio and tried to take the priest away. I instantly reacted.

“That wasn’t part of our deal.”

“First off, I made a deal with Commander Smith, not with you , Captain Levi. Second, our barrack, our rules.” Shitty Commander said as the men exited the room dragging the priest away. “Don’t get all worked up, Captain, we’re going to take good care of him.”

Yeah, sure. The idea alone of leaving the priest in those assholes�� hands made my blood boil, but we didn’t have any other alternative. Pastor Nick didn’t want to talk, therefore the jail was his only option.

“Whatever. Can we leave now?” I asked, not even trying to hide how annoyed I was.

“Not so fast. C’mon, you’ve just arrived, Captain,” Shitty Commander mischievously told me, “You can’t leave just now. This kind of situation requires some bureaucracy, you know that, right? Also, I’d like to confer with you…”

“I already see a bunch of lazybones here that could make themselves of some use,” my bad temper spoke on my behalf, “You have enough hands to sign those papers.”

“Mind your words, Captain,” I heard the voice of a police officer coming from the left, but I couldn’t care less.

“Don’t make this even harder than it already is, okay? First, that soldier behind you must leave,” Shitty Commander demanded, way too arrogantly for my liking. “This conversation is strictly confidential.”

“She’s my second-in-command,” I sternly declared, “Whatever you have to tell me, she stays.”

“She must leave.”

“What part of she stays was unclear? The she or the stays ?” I snapped.

“How dare you-” that soldier on my left tried to speak again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I had seen a hand move forward, right in my direction, but nothing ever came. My reflexes weren’t fast enough to catch that, but apparently, someone’s were. Daphne, who had been silently witnessing the whole conversation from behind my back, had already made her move before I could even realize it.

Her arm instinctively stretched forward and stopped that soldier from coming any closer to me. Her hold was now strongly tightened around that officer's wrist, his hand an inch away from my arm, his feet fidgeting, poorly trying to advance.

“You bitch, let go-” he tried to protest and that was enough for me to stop that situation from getting any worse. We had already lost too much time for my liking.

I slightly rotated my head in Daphne’s direction, giving her a quick understanding look. Her eyes were now fixed on the officer, silently fighting his words back, burning a hole in his face just with her fiery gaze. Then, lowering her hand and moving it away from that filthy officer, I took her out of that room with me, dragging her by the wrist.

“Oi, careful, my wrist, ouch-” she complained as we rushed out the door. Once in the hallway, I immediately let go of her.

“Listen, let’s just give them what they want. I think I can handle a bunch of stupid questions about Erwin and our last failed mission,” I started to say as she fixed her jacket, “In the meantime, go and see if you can find where they have brought that damn priest. Try downstairs. If they ask you something, tell them you’re following my direct orders. I’ll come and find you as soon as I’m done here…”

She only nodded and then silently turned her heels.

“Be careful…” I told her before going back inside Shitty Commander’s office.

“You too.” I heard her say from a distance.

In the afternoon, hours and hours later, I was freed by those assholes and I finally had time to join Daphne. When I found her in the barrack’s jail - as I expected - , the scene I witnessed was priceless. She was standing still in front of the priest’s cell, arms crossed, jaw locked, forehead furrowed, completely absorbed in a staring contest with a police officer right before her. Priceless. It almost made me laugh.

As soon as she sensed my presence, Daphne left her opponent and simply joined me outside. Walking down the hallways, we updated each other about the past few hours. We almost looked like two perfect allies.

I was previously authorized by the Shitty Commander to use their offices and documentation for my - well, our - personal research. I knew they had the information we needed for our little mission in the Underground. But before we could reach the room we were heading to, Daphne halted right in the middle of that corridor.

“What is it now?” I asked her, visibly annoyed, and I turned around to face her. She stayed silent, completely still as she stared at someone on the other side of the courtyard.

“Nothing…” She spoke after a while, “I thought I saw someone I know… But that’s not possible. That’s not possible, right?”

My head tilted. “Someone you know? Here?” I asked, walking close to her.

“Nevermind, I probably got confused-” She murmured as she tried to step forward.

“Tell me where to look,” I ordered, positioning myself right in front of her body and preventing her from moving any further.

She looked rather reluctant at first but eventually neared and closed the gap between us. Then, Daphne grabbed me by the collar and pretended to fix the ascot around my neck as her fingers gently ran between the fabric and my skin.

In that tiny space between us, she started to slowly guide my gaze with her words, whispering, “The opposite side of the courtyard. The group of officers. The man on the right. Tall. Broad shoulders. Grizzled hair and a deep scar on his jaw.”

In all fairness, that little set-up was rather distracting, but I tried to stay focused and analyze the scene behind her shoulder. “I don’t think I know him,” I murmured, “Never seen him before. But I know the man on his left. A douchebag.”

“I don’t know, Levi, he just looks so familiar… A scar like that is hard to forget,” she said, quite concerned, “But that’s impossible, right?”

“Maybe just an officer who used to patrol the Underground?” I suggested.

“I know their faces like the palm of my hand… But I don’t know, maybe… ” she shook her head, “Yeah, I’m probably mistaken, let’s-let’s just forget about it for now,”

“Wait-” I tried to stop her, but she quickly pulled me by the collar and murmured a centimeter away from my mouth, “I said forget it, Levi.”

I peered down at her, my eyes automatically fell on her lips, and she noticed it. We were so damn close, but, as always, that wasn’t the right place, nor the right time.

Daphne cleared her throat and patted my chest, signaling me she was done with the ascot. I nodded in response and guided her with my hand on the small of her back as we turned around the corner.

I took a quick mental note of that. She could have been mistaken, sure, but she could have also been right and simply not able to connect the dots on the spot. Officers, especially the ones from Trost, were always involved in some twisted shit - only the heavens know what.

Once finally inside an abandoned, moldy office, we started to leaf through maps and documents and set up our agenda for the next few days. Daphne looked at all that stuff as if she had just found a sacred treasure. Her Holy Grail. As we were both scanning the Underground’s map, another thought hit me. If she only had had that type of documentation earlier, she could have done so much more to help her family.

“So, this is the spot where you jumped to last time…” I started to say, giving her a quick angry look.

“Yeah, my bad…” She murmured, anxiously rubbing her nape.

“Anyways,” I moved my index over the map, traveling through the path we had followed last time again. “Here is the brothel. And over there…” I traced my finger on the right, just a few streets away from the mansion, “This is where we’re going to stay for the next few days.”

A big, invisible, question mark appeared all over Daphne’s face.

“I’ve already sent a letter to an old friend of mine. If he’s still alive, everything will be settled by our arrival. It’s just a hovel, really, but more than enough for our needs. It’s the place where I used to live with Farlan and Isabel… I guessed wherever you used to stay wasn’t safe for us given that we’re trying to go undercover, not to catch any attention, stuff like that.”

“Makes sense…” Daphne mumbled, then clicked her tongue and looked up at me, “You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Just had a lot of free time recently.” I replied, averting my gaze.

“Yeah, sure… Listen, again, I really appreciate this I-just-want-to-help-you thing, but let’s get one thing straight. I know I’m not in the position to talk, but just know that I want to have a word in this. I won’t let you boss me around or take decisions by yourself, Levi. We are in this together, ok? Cooperation? Teamwork? Do these words sound familiar to you?”

“Don’t push your luck, girl.”

She slightly rolled her eyes and right when her gaze found the map again, something unknown glittered in her eyes.

“Hey, quick question, when did you leave the Underground exactly?”

“Mmh… I wouldn’t say a decade, but definitely a while ago. Five, six years ago. I think I lost track of time… Why?” I asked her out of curiosity.

“No, it’s just that…” She seemed to ponder her answer for a few seconds, then pointed at the map and said, “Look. Look how close we used to live… Are you sure you have never seen me before?”

“I think I would remember a girl like you.” My quick response took her by surprise and a little reddish fog suddenly painted her cheeks.

“Emh, I-I mean… I was literally t-there,” she stuttered, “Are you sure you’ve never come to the brothel? Or even close? I promise I won’t judge-”

“No.” I don’t really like where this conversation is going…

“Not even for a bet? Not even a friend-” she asked again, but I immediately interrupted her.

“I’m not very fond of brothels.” I stated with control.

“Yeah… You don’t seem like that type actually. At least, you got morals… ” Daphne said almost whispering. There I couldn’t help but confess.

“No, because I was born in a brothel.”

Here we go , I thought.

“What…” she hissed between her teeth.

“My…” I took a deep breath, “My mum used to work in a brothel. We… I….” I was about to add something else, not even sure about what to say exactly. Luckily for me, at that point, someone burst into the room.

“Captain Levi, here you are. Premier Zachary has just arrived. He’s asking for you. I need you to come with me, sir.” The soldier said, with a tone I didn’t quite like. And yet I had just been saved from the only conversation I had been avoiding having with Daphne since the very beginning.

I sighed and rapidly glanced at her as I walked towards the door. Her face was still facing down on the map, still processing my words, stiff and silent. Just a moment before closing the door, I told her:

“Gather the maps and… Just wait. Please.”

Please .

DAPHNE’S POV

I don’t know how much time had passed, I was just there, thinking, completely spacing out as my gaze and my thoughts wandered through the alleys drawn on the map. At some point, I collected the documents and exited the room, almost unconsciously. Then, I leaned my back against the door and just waited. I waited there.

After a while, a pair of dark boots appeared next to mine and a soothing voice called out for me. Levi . He didn’t say much more and simply beckoned me to follow him. We walked upstairs and right in front of a door, the Captain drew a pair of keys out of his pocket and suspiciously opened it.

Behind it, a small, shabby room appeared. The atmosphere was screaming “austerity” with its dark-wooden floor and those bare walls. There was barely enough space for the furniture: only two cots, a meter or so away from one another, and a night table right underneath an old, wrecked window. Nothing more, nothing less.

It really looks like a cell… Wait . What the fuck is happening? Is this my cell? Is he for real now??

I rapidly glanced at him. I was this close to snapping, but before I could say something Levi turned and moved his eyes around the room with a disgusted look.

“They told me this or the prison downstairs with that damn priest,” He said, interrupting my rambling thoughts. “ Tch . I guess beggars can’t be choosers… ”

“Oh…” So, that’s not my cell, I thought as we stepped in. It’s our cell.

Levi plopped himself down on one of the two beds, sighed deeply, and threw me a blanket that was folded next to him. I caught it on the fly as he spoke again:

“Those pricks made us lose way enough time today. Let’s just sleep and wake up early tomorrow. Please, don’t be a pain in the ass and just obey this time, alright? Will you do this for me?”

I instinctively pouted at his command and murmured as I suited myself on my bed: “ You are a pain in the ass.”

“Excuse me, what??”

“Sleep tight, Captain.” I cut off the conversation, ironically.

He didn’t argue, completely worn out by that long, exhausting day. I guessed appeasing all sides, compromising, trying to be as tactful as possible, all the while dealing with those assholes, wasn’t the ideal type of day for Levi. But still, as soon as I rested my head on that old pillow, I knew that was going to be just another long, restless night.

It didn’t pass long until a haunting thought suddenly occurred to me. We were there, alone, in that almost pitch black. Us two, alone. And I couldn’t seem to sleep a wink.

“Because I was born in a brothel”, “I was born in a brothel”, “I was born”, “In a brothel”

I was so tired and shocked I couldn’t even bring myself to ask him anything directly. I was just there thinking and thinking, twisting and turning in that tiny blanket.

And right when I thought I was sound asleep, a couple of hours later probably, I started to hear strange noises coming from Levi’s bed. After a while, all those tiny moans and laments rose dramatically into a final, long, agonizing scream and my body instinctively moved in his direction, reaching his bed in a matter of seconds. The cry was so gruff he sounded literally in pain.

I couldn’t see much but as soon as I positioned myself beside him, I sensed his body quite close to mine. Closer than expected. He was sitting on the bed, panting, and as soon as he felt me, he immediately grabbed me. His hug was tight and desperate, his fingers were piercing my shirt as they sank, skewered the fabric, his forehead pressed against my shoulder, his breath labored.

I called out his name, low and gingerly, but it took a while before he finally came back to his senses.

“Levi, are you okay?”

He was still panting uncontrollably when he held me even closer at the sound of my voice. His skin felt burning hot. I could even feel the sweat dampening his clothes.

“Levi, can you hear me?” I asked him, “Hey, what’s going on?”

A couple of other deep breaths, then his grip eventually loosened. His head slightly moved away from my shoulder, but his breath felt still so close when I heard him say, his voice hoarse from shouting: “Go back to sleep.”

“Hey. No. C’mon Levi. What happened?”

His thick swallow vibrated in the small space between us.

“Just a nightmare, go back to your bed.” he grunted.

There was a moment of silence. I wasn’t sure which was the right way to approach him at that moment. So, I only got closer, my tone as gentle as possible, as if I didn’t want to disturb him: “Okay… Do you want me to go get you a glass of water? Something to-”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Levi,”

Silence.

“It will make you feel better… Was it that scary?”

“It was just a nightmare. I said go to sleep.” he harshly added as he squeezed my hand on top of the mattress, trapping it inside his. From the grasp, I could tell he was still shivering.

But again, the silence between us boomed in the room and all I could do was ponder what to do, or whether to even say anything else. Should I leave him alone or stay? The answer came quick, unexpectedly natural. If there was anything clear for me at that point was that, whether he liked it or not, I would have stayed by his side. None of his threats or insults would have made me step back.

“And what happened in this nightmare?”

Silence.

“Someone died.”

“Someone you care for?” I whispered.

“Yes.” The saddest yes I had ever heard.

“You saw them dying or-”

“She was already dead.”

“ She … ”

“I thought that was my mum,” he confessed, his voice gruff, “I was in her room, like the day I found her dead.” he paused. “I thought it was just a memory.” another pause. “But this time there was someone else in her place.”

One of my hands was still trapped in his tight hold when I brought the other one over his, gently rubbing his skin as I figured what to say next. He didn’t protest, didn’t flinch.

“You know, dreams are just… Confused elaboration of our subconscious. Messages, mixed memories, or simply images,” I started to say and his thumb on my wrist started to move in sync with my little massage. At that point I didn’t know anymore who was comforting whom.

“Maybe your subconscious is just trying to tell you something about that person you dreamt of. How you feel about… Her.” his thumb halted, and so did my hand.

What if that person was…

I tried to change the subject at the sudden realization.

“Anyways, Miss Martha once told me that if you dream of someone's death, you give them five additional years of life. This person must be very lucky…”

Silence, again.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It was just a dream, Levi, okay?”

He just hummed.

“How are you feeling now?” I asked him, trying to find his face in that pitch black. Just a vague, dark outline of a head, a couple of centimeters away from me.

“Better. Now, go back to sleep, please .”

“If you need anything, I’m right there. You just have to ask, alright?”. There was so much I wanted to add and I could feel my thoughts rushing up against my tongue, but my mouth instinctively closed. I needed not to repeat my past errors, I needed to draw a line and never cross it again.

“Thanks… ” his voice trembled.

That word was enough to encourage me to go back and sleep. But there another question suddenly rose in my mind.

“Hey Levi, one last thing…”

“Yeah?”

“Are we… Are we good?” My voice small.

“Otherwise why would I be helping you, dumbass?” He was definitely back to his senses.

“Right, right…” I quickly replied, almost laughing.

Until that specific moment my brain didn’t seem to fully grasp that reality. Going back to the Underground wasn’t an easy task for Levi, for anyone who had been lucky enough to get out of it. Still, he had decided to help me, to ask Erwin who knows what kind of favor and to get himself involved in all that shit again. Just for me. And yet, I kept making everything even harder for him.

I felt guilty. I felt so many things and I needed to say something.

“Speaking of which, Levi… I am sincerely grateful for what you’re doing for me. I really am…” A sharp sigh interrupted me. I was once again dancing on that thin line I had drawn in my mind. I was dangerously on its limit.

The pitch dark of the room, the proximity, the intimacy of that tiny room seemed to make me unexpectedly braver, more candid, ultimately vulnerable.

“I don’t want to argue anymore. I promise I won’t complain or make things harder for you. I won’t run away, I promise. I won’t mess things up this time, I promise. I-”

At that point, I had completely lost control over my words. My foot started to swing on the other side of that imaginary line, never landing on the ground, and yet I could already feel the void beneath it, the vertigo knotting my stomach.

“I just want to be by your side, Levi. Please, don’t push me away…”

The vertigo.

“I… I just want us to get along. That’s all. Can we do that?”

“If that’s what you want…” Levi finally replied.

“So, we good?”

I probably sounded way too naive, way too impulsive. The same old emotional girl that from time to time got on his nerves.

All of a sudden, Levi’s hand reached out and found my hair. As he playfully, yet gently stroked my head, he murmured: “Yeah, we good, don’t worry,”

His fingers slowly moved down and pushed a loose strand of my hair away behind my ear, as his lips silently lended close by. “Please, do as I told you and go back to sleep. I’m not thinking straight right now…”

When the light fog of his words settled on my earlobe, my mouth instinctively opened, shivering in anticipation as his name shaped through her teeth. His lips lingered over my neck for a while, his breath heating my skin as his hand ran down my arm.

I swallowed thickly, my eyes unfocused somewhere in the dark… Then, I heard him chuckle. When I realized what was going on, I snapped at him: “Do you think that’s funny?”

“What? You are allowed to mess with me whenever you want and I’m not, huh?”

“That’s- I don’t-” I tried to object.

“You’ve been messing with me from the very first day we met. Tell me, do you really want to deny it?”

“Well, you didn’t seem to despise it either.” I teased him back.

“Never said that, dear .” Levi whispered, lightly patting on my shoulder as if he was dismissing me. So, I simply obeyed and made my way back to the bed.

After a while of just lying in silence and staring at that dark ceiling, I called his name in the dark.

“Levi?”

“Yeah?”

“What was your mum’s name?”

He took his time before actually answering me, then sweetly whispered a name. His voice had never sounded as tender as that.

“Kuchel…”

“ Kuchel … That’s a lovely name.”

I kept that name in my mouth for a while, trying to guess her features. I imagined her as charming and magnetic as Levi. I thought I could see her in my mind: her dark hair and piercing eyes, high and sharp cheekbones, a mesmerizing aura.

“...And what was she like?” I dared to ask again. He didn’t seem to complain about that additional question, but again, he made me wait for his reply.

“Selfless. Indeed selfless. Way too selfless.” Levi said, his words sounded bitter this time.

“...And caring. A kind soul,” His tone softened.

“...And beautiful.”

“I bet she was…” I was only able to say. And Levi didn’t add anything else.

“I’m a woman of my word, so… Goodnight, Levi.”

“Night, Daphne.”

Now, we are good. Kinda.

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Hi readers! Finally, I’m back (but not better lol)! Honestly, I still haven’t had enough time to correct the previous chapters, but I wanted to make something clear. From now on, I’m going to use they/them pronouns for Hange (and I’ll change them in the previous chapters as well). If you want to know more about it, I can suggest a couple of official sources or threads on twitter and tumblr where this topic is better clarified. I know Isayama prefered to not specified their gender, that an editor said that “it’s up to the reader/watcher”, I know that the anime mostly chose female pronouns but also made some “ambiguous” choices in terms of honorifics, I know that enby ppl strictly using they/them is just a stereotype (they can also use and accept he/they/she), I know this is just a fanfiction, I know they are fictional characters, I know, I know. However. I think they/them pronouns simply better represent the character. I hope it's all clear, if not lmk. Hope you’re all good and safe, until next time, Laurelle.

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sliiiiiides into ur dms with semi-ancient youtube au ideas because I may or may not have reappeared after *checks watch* four years to lurk through your haikyuu tag. Consider: kiyoko being insecure because she hangs out with yacchan and yams and tsukki, all of whom sing and/or play instruments and kiyoko's like "...I'm just pretty and a functional adult, you guys are all so talented". Also consider noya scaring the shit out of asahi who is worried for his boyfriend's health and safety

I haven’t written a thing of substance all summer, and these prompts just SENT me. Some Youtube AU is exactly what I need.

Shimizu Kiyoko is not an actress. This much she’s figured out; after a long day on set of one of Ennoshita’s short skits in which she just couldn’t deliver the lines right, couldn’t emote enough for the camera, and many more mishaps that Ennoshita was so overly patient for, she never wants to look at a camera again. Except, of course, she has to-- because her girlfriend vlogs exciting life moments, and this apparently constituted as an exciting life moment. Kiyoko knows she looks put-off in the background as Yachi vlogs in the back of their Uber, and she feels bad for not looking a little happier, but she can’t find it in her for some reason.

The thing is, Kiyoko is always at least moderately good at anything she tries-- with a few exceptions, of which she’s known for a while, like anything musical, or riding bike. She can do both, but very shakily. She had thought maybe acting would be one of the things she’s good at, because in theory it sounds easy, but either she’s really bad or Ennoshita is a mean director because what was supposed to be a two hour shoot had turned into five. Dinner had been awkward, with Kiyoko piping up even less than usual as Yachi and Ennoshita talked about anything and everything.

Kiyoko is so lost in thought that she doesn’t hear Yachi sign off from her vlog, nor does she notice they’ve pulled up in front of their apartment building; Yachi’s hand on her shoulder startles her, and her cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment.

“Hey, we’re home...You alright?” Yachi asks. Kiyoko smiles and nods stiffly.

“Just a bit tired, is all.” She says. It’s not entirely a lie; she’s exhausted from the long day she’s had, and just wants to curl up in bed with her girlfriend. “Let’s go.”

Opening the door on her side of the car, Kiyoko makes her way around the car and onto the pavement in front of their apartment building; she holds a hand out for Yachi when her door opens, which Yachi takes with a smile. They walk to the elevator in silence. Kiyoko uses her free hand to press the button for the 20th floor, and they start the ride up to their apartment. At first, it’s just as quiet as the walk in, and then Yachi starts to hum the same song playing in the elevator, quiet but still there. Kiyoko feels a soft smile tugging on her lips as she listens to her girlfriend. The elevator dings, and the doors open, and once again they’re walking; it’s a short distance down the hall to their apartment, but Yachi hums the elevator music still as they unlock the door and step in.

There’s no need to call an “I’m home!” as the both of them are coming in together, and the apartment is silent in return. Yachi lets out a tired sigh, her shoulders slumping as she slips her coat and shoes off. “It’s so good to be home~ I love Enno-san, but that shoot when so looooong! I almost fell asleep during dinner!”

Kiyoko chuckles and shakes her head, trekking up the small set of stairs that separates the entrance from the rest of the apartment. “It was a long day. I think I’m going to shower and go to bed. You going to join me?”

“That sounds good. I can wait to edit this vlog until tomorrow.” Yachi replies, muffling a yawn behind her hand. She comes up the stairs a moment later, wrapping her arms around Kiyoko, who leads her down the hall to the bedroom. Yachi falls onto the bed with a soft thunk and Kiyoko smiles as she searches the room for her bath towel. She finds it hanging behind the door, and as she’s turning to go back down the hall to the bathroom, Yachi speaks up, “Hey babe?.. Are you really okay? You looked kinda upset in the car.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kiyoko hums. She leans against the doorframe, looking over at Yachi as she sits back up, The look on Yachi’s face is stern, and Kiyoko hates seeing the worry lines creasing her forehead and between her eyes. “...I suppose I was just a little disappointed in myself today. I couldn’t seem to get my lines right at all.”

“Hm? That’s all that has you upset? Honey, you did fine.”

“I know I did fine, it’s just...I had hoped I’d be good at it, is all.” Kiyoko murmurs. She’s embarrassed to say it. Yachi is normally the one that’s insecure, she’s the one that’s supposed to be strong, and here she is embarrassed over one skit. “You and Yamaguchi-kun make it look so easy...Like how you and Yamaguchi-kun or Tsukishima-kun make it look easy to play an instrument...I can’t even read a script and make it sound natural.”

Yachi frowns, standing up and crossing the small space between them. “You did just fine, dear. And-- And who cares if you’re not good at acting, or singing? There are plenty of other things people like you for.” She says.

“Yeah, I suppose. I just wish people liked me for more than my looks...All I am is pretty and a little smart.”

It’s true, even if she doesn’t want to admit it; Kiyoko only posts on her channel once a month, if that, and it’s all educational or how-to videos. She knows her following is mostly people who think she’s attractive, or Yachi’s subscribers who thought she had content similar to her girlfriend’s. How else does she have over a half a million subscribers? She’s not at all talented.

Yachi lets out an “aww!” and wraps her arms around Kiyoko, who hugs back, although a bit surprised.

“Wh- What? I said the truth.”

“That’s not what anyone thinks of you! And if it is, I’ll fight them! All of them!” Yachi says, hugging Kiyoko tight.

“I--”

“Your worth is not dependent on your talents. I mean it.”

“But--”

“Kiyoko.” Yachi’s voice is strong, probably the most assured she’s ever been, and Kiyoko pauses in her objections. She rests her head on Yachi’s shoulder, hugging her tighter.

“...How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same thing every night. Now go shower, so I can cuddle my wonderful, beautiful girlfriend.”

Kiyoko smiles as Yachi pulls away, her cheeks flushed. She supposes as long as Yachi loves her, she doesn’t mind if she’s the worst actor in the world.

Mild Manga spoilers for the Asanoya drabble but like very mild.

Asahi Azumane, despite his affluence in Japanese fashion, does not go on social media often-- that is, unless his boyfriend and avid world-traveller-slash-modern-day-adventurer is involved. Asahi isn’t able to go on every trip Noya goes on, since his days are busy, but he watches Noya’s videos whilst he’s away.

Even if Noya calls and details his adventures, Asahi finds comfort --and occasional terror-- in Noya’s vlogs. Seeing Noya (and, on occasion, Tanaka) doing wild stunts in a foreign country is terrifying and sends Asahi’s heart racing.

Asahi isn’t on social media. Which makes him even more concerned when he logs onto twitter and finds a two-day-old tweet from his boyfriend, the caption on a picture of bloody teeth in a hotel room’s bathroom sink saying “Lol @ tana_ryuu_vlog and I tried surfing in the HUGE tub in my hotel room....Didn’t go too great. Vlog where this happened coming sometime this week!”

Asahi’s heart sinks and he thinks back to when Noya called him from Bali last night-- he hadn’t said anything about losing his teeth, or an accident of any kind. Yet here Asahi is, staring at the tweet with trembling hands. He doesn’t even noticed he’s exited out of his twitter and into his phone dialer until he sees Noya’s name on the screen, the call processing. He holds the phone to his ear, trying to remember to breathe.

“Hello? Babe, everything alright? You should be working right now.” Noya sounds tired, like he was asleep, and-- right, it’s only nine in the morning where he is right now.

“I’m-- I’m fine. Are you okay? I saw your tweet.” Asahi asks, his voice quiet.

“Huh? Which one?”

“You tried...bathtub surfing...”

There’s a quiet “Ah!” and Noya laughs, his tone light despite Asahi’s anxiety. “Right! That was so hilarious, babe, Ryuu lost his two front teeth! Ennoshita-san is going to kill him!”

It takes a moment for Asahi to process. When he finally does, he blinks. Once, twice. “I-- What?”

“Yeah, we have ‘em in a glass of milk, he’s going to an emergency dentist across town right now to see if they can put ‘em back in, or if he’ll have to get an implant in when we get back to Japan.”

...Sometimes Asahi wonders why he loves him so much.

#kiyoyachi #asanoya #kiyoko shimizu #yachi hitoka #asahi azumane #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yu #azumane asahi #hitoka yachi #shimizu kiyoko #haikyuu!!#mild manga spoilers #long post

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sanchoyo · 4 years ago

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Looks like you’re gonna have to gush some more cuz I meant in general uwu🌸

🌺😌�� Always happy to! Okay here’s just some General bnha Thoughts ™ Mostly Lov centric. You asked for them, and you said GUSH about them, so here’s. A Lot! :)

This isn’t a lov one but it’s really funny so I thought I’d put it out there:

-when bnha was first gaining traction on tumblr, it was all art of Tsuyu. I have no idea why. People were talking about the funky frog lesbian superhero anime. Maybe it was just the people I was following, maybe it was a general trend, but I LOVED her design!!! my fav color and frogs r super cute!!! And I already loved superhero media, so I was like. I’ll watch it. For Her. SO. FROPPY IS THE REASON I WATCHED/READ BNHA. I went in thinking she was the protag and I was sooo confused when Izuku was... tbh I still think it’d be more interesting if she was lmaooo aus where? ...seriously if anyone has good aus where this is the case send them LOL

-I don’t actually feel that bad abt what Shigaraki’s doing. I still feel bad for him. I’m this post. yes im an apologist. its not my fault hes sexy and has been running around shirtless. hes a lesbian icon like thor is. I want to touch his hair. hes never done anything wrong in his life. he could kill all might, deku, bakugo, whatever, I’d still be sayin this. I don’t feel bad for gt. like. was anyone genuinely attached to him? lmao

-well u know how spinner’s quirk is just sticking to things? We haven’t seen him use it in canon except like, (1) time iirc?? I think this is probably bc he’s embarrassed about it even in front of the league... I loooove the idea that he gets more comfortable with it around them :”) and also how shigaraki. um. does that falling asleep thing while standing up with his eyes open, canonly? (which I still love lmfao) Imagine someone in the league walking in a dark room, turning on the light n just seeing. Spinner upside down, stuck to the ceiling asleep bc heat rises and its Warmer Up There. (cold blooded thing like tsuyu?? come ON give him a big fuzzy coat and scarf...) and Shigaraki in the center of the room, slouched but still standing, eyes open and motionless. Theyre both sleeping. Whomever sees it just...slowly walks out. LMAO

-Toga roller derby au. No deep thoughts I just think she’d be good at it.

-Toga 100% is a social butterfly and could befriend anyone if they didn’t just judge the fact she was trying to stab them smh :/ (ok but seriously anytime I see cute friendships with her n the other kids im like :) aw. I feel like her and Camie...would be good friends. Camie feels chill enough to be like ‘ok whatever thats totally fine I forgive you!!’ LMAO we love airheads here)

-HOW DID TOGA GET SO GOOD AT FIGHTING? We know she’s been on the run since middle school or so, but good enough to pin Deku down after he’s been formally trained at a ~hero school~ for a while? (she pinned him TWICE I think, once when his arms were messed up, but, the other time as Camie, so? AND THEN WAS ONE OF THE 100 PEOPLE TO GO THRU TO THE 2ND ROUND OF THAT? even tho she didn’t bc she had to leave) good enough to beat Aizawa in a fight and stab him? A professional hero and teacher for YEARS? Is that seriously just street training??? Can people acknowledge how amazing her combat skills and reflexes are??? More Toga appreciation when?? Also her backstory??? SO subversive and incredible, hate when people reduce her to just a ~typical anime yandere~ :/

-Tomura doing stuff with his hands/fingers to train his quirk!!! And to learn to be careful with it!! obv I’m a Big Fan of him playing piano to do this and video games are prob the canon answer, but like, guitar or any stringed instrument that requires Hands would work too. Or knitting/sewing? EMBROIDERING? ??? Please, let me give you the mental image of him knitting aggressively while mentally scheming, watching a twitch streamer or smth too while doing it. (Doing stuff with your hands is a great way to let your mind come up with creative stuff, that’s how I come up with writing/drawing ideas 70% of the time)

-Tomura actually PREFERS cutesty, relaxing games. I mean, he does fighting and bloody stuff irl, games are a way to relax...he’ll play shooters and gta type games with The Lads, but. on his own?? animal crossing. pokemon. kirby games. mario. zelda. BIG ZELDA FAN (not saying this bc I, personally, am biased, but,) slime rancher, stardew valley, funny simulator games... he really enjoys those :”) God forbid he has a kid bc they’re 100% getting named after a viddy game character unless someone can talk him out of it LOL. Toga and Tomura are that animal crossing /doom meme where she’d be asking for doom and him asking for animal crossing :”)

-Bits and pieces of Before are kinda stuck in Kurogiri’s brain, but like. mostly useless stuff the doctor didn’t care about removing. Like, types of clouds. So Tomura kinda picks up on stuff like that. He can just look at clouds and tell you what type they are because Kurogiri used to take him up to high places in the city and point them out to calm Tomura down from a panic attack when he was younger. He can tell you if the sky looks like it’ll rain with a 80% accuracy rate too.

-Kurogiri left food out for kitties in the alley beside the bar. They weren’t allowed in for Health Reasons (it IS a bar with sanitation standards!!) And Tomura really wouldn’t stop it or encourage it either way so long as Kurogiri did his job, but occasionally would stand outside with Kurogiri and just watch the kitties from a distance. If any approached he’d go back in (lowkey afraid he’d hurt them by touching them :( ) They kinda kept that between them tho, bc they both Know AFO is a big bag of dicks and no fun

-people have pointed out how similar aizawa and tomura look. this was 100% the intention. tomura has a hatecrush on him. THIS IS SO FUNNY AND HORRIBLY AWKWARD FOR KUROGIRI LMAO

-Sako??? Mr. Dramatic?? Opera fan. Drama kid. Like, obviously, but. Really. He is. I feel like he can speak a dozen languages. I also feel like he used to be an overachiever but got too ambitious. He was def some kind of leader at one point of a diff Group or something that fell apart. I LOVE how creative he is with his quirk and the magician theme??? incredible. I don’t show him enough love but I Love Clowns :o)

-I don’t care what their canon heights are. Spinner and Dabi? short kings. My height hcs are (tallest to shortest) Kurogiri, Twice, Sako (who also has heels on his boots and a tall hat, keep in mind), Tomura, Magne (Tomura and Magne are about the same height imo) Toga, Spinner, Dabi. LISTEN. Dabi has short energy. Sorry. it’s true tho

-This is a semi-popular hc I think bc I KNOW I’ve seen it before, but Dabi having Terrible Vision and needing glasses is so so good. (seriously, with burns THAT close to his eyeballs, how could he not?)

-he tries to be a tough loner coolguy. you’d think he’d smoke, but I hc his ‘weak constitution’ comes with weak lungs (esp from years of a flame quirk?? inhaling smoke over so much time is SO bad for you, most people who die in fires actually die of smoke inhalation...) so he’s got like, an inhaler, can’t smoke, actually gets carsick, needs glasses, overuses quirk to save friends constantly, likes napping, a little awkward and rude. Tomura put him in charge of the vanguard so he’s smart, and good with strategies too, like a nerd. this is the Dabi I wanna see, not the popular fandom version of him tbh also step on hawks one more time sir :”)

-I wish all the lov fics weren’t?? villain!deku like I said earlier, but also, chatfics? I have nothing against them but most of them are just a bombardment of Memes with NO PLOT!!! Listen. text/chatfics CAN have plot and be an interesting way to tell a story. I almost want to write one just to show what I mean...

I know I’ve said I like spinaraki and blackmagic, but I am a multishipper, so a few ships I don’t talk about that I like that involve the lov in some way:

-toga/any of the 1A girls??? or Camie??? super interesting. ALSO in the radio drama, bakugo’s voice actor said Toga was his favorite girl??? so?? bakugo/toga ?? I WANT TO SEE IT. but specifically my fav dynamic with her is when someone ELSE is the one to like her first, it’s what she deserves.

-Kurogiri/aizawa/mic?? any variety of that is also 👌🏻 I also kinda wanna see kurogiri/all might bc. Dads. COME ON. they bond over ‘well, I raised him, and you want to have a part in his life now?? ok. earn it. prove it. I’ll screen you first’ or something LMAO they’re both genuinely concerned for the boy, and SOOO biased. let them bond.

-WAIT WHERE IS THE MIC/COMPRESS CONTENT. THEYRE BOTH DRAMATIC. ENEMIES TO LOVERS?? HELLO??? SOMEONE?? ANYONE. rarepair hours

-giran/twice is cute. like he was hyping him up so much and so ready to go save him...

-dabi/magne where is the content. when. why not everywhere??? I’ve also seen magne/compress which was cute!! or twice/magne? they’re the big sibs of the lov...

-dabi/spinner?? come ON dabi could get over his learned biases and spend time with him and they could hold hands. I want them to.

-dabihawks. Obviously bc the Drama. yes even still, don’t @ me. (also, shigahawks, seen some REAL interesting fics with it tbh) or spinahawks?? adding hawks to a ship is like adding extra chili powder. makes it SPICY dramatic)

-nine/tomura don’t @ me once again. both kinda afo’s playthings, nine obviously was the test for tomura’s new upgrades...they both love their friends...That Scene in the Flower field </3 hmmm tragicships are fun.

-tomura/mirko. more enemies to lovers. big fan of her and bunnies. remember when he wore bunny ears in bnha smash. (ok its crack but. CUTE.)

-I’ve also seen shiganatsu and shigafuyu and I’m like. these are cute, but also Dabi’s reaction always makes me cry laugh. so good.

-MOST EVERYONE IN THE LOV IS LGBTQA+!!! heres my personal headcanons:

Toga: pan or bi (CANON BASICALLY)

Magne: transwoman (CANON BABEY) bi, leans towards men. (her crush on dabi in bnha smash... uwu content where)

Shuichi: gets sooooo flustered canonly, I think he’d go for the first person Who Hit On Him (I can see him being the target of those mean pranks where someone says ‘my friend likes you!!’ and the friend is like ‘eww!!’ :(((( ) he’s super hesitant for romance, lots of repressed stuff. gay but takes sooo long to realize it bc he thinks most women are conventionally pretty Aesthethically, feels obligated to Like Them, but has bad self esteem so never goes after them, then only likes (1) guy so hes like?? is this allowed?? is this allowed???? (HES LIKE. IN LOVE WITH SHIGARAKI)

Dabi: bi but rly hasn’t ever gotten to date anyone, so he’s actually more reserved about it and while he’ll tease, he absolutely is absent and kinda oblivious (again, I KNOWWWW bnha smash isnt canon, but. my god. when magne is hitting on him and he Just Doesnt Understand.) also hes ace

Tomura: doesn’t care. (just prob says ‘its whatever’) trans/nonbinary (i’M NOT PROJECTING, BUT. :’/) probably goes with like, the label queer if any but doesn’t care much for labels

Kurogiri: bi??? kind of??? I say kind of bc well, I hc U Know Whom as bi, I feel like thatd carry over but he’d be really avoidant to date anyone bc hes gotta Watch His Kid u know? this is gonna sound surprising but I think he’d be the type to be like ‘ok we can have a one night stand/fling BUT it cant get personal bc I have a Job to Do for my Son so don’t get up in your feelings’ and act a little coldly at first or very ..not personable... depending on who it was he’d prob turn around eventually, esp if that person valued his feelings/job :”)

Sako: that mans Not Straight. I hc him as gay and also trans :3c

Twice: Bi and HAS dated prob more than anyone else in the league imo, super comfortable with his sexuality and supportive of everyone else’s :)

ok that’s about all I can think of atm, come back in 5 minutes and my brain will refill with lov headcanons :3 thank you for asking!!

#bnha manga spoilers #bnha #sanchoyoanswersasks #league of villains #lov #i am NOt tagging all of them im so sorry its Too Much #but ask to tag #for triggers #if anyone needs them tagged #?#long post #word wall #bananaapplewaffle #im pretty amicable to most ships n stuff and love rare/crack ships lmao #also if anyone has their own headcanons #and wants to share #feel free!#love hearin them too

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prettyboongi · 5 years ago

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A Sweet Mess

Reader x Kim Seokjin

1.6k+ words

Fluff, Angst (with some soft smut)

Summary: To cure your homesickness, you decided to whip yourself your favorite childhood treat. But it doesn’t go exactly to plan...

[Note: Funny story: I got this idea from my boyfriend. This was somewhat inspired by a real life accident involving me and some root beer. He even suggested the story should involve Jin (which he won’t admit but I know he likes Jin the most). So I’m gonna dedicate this to the man that has to be put up with my dumbass on a daily basis lol. I love you honey!]

It’s been five months since you decided to make the big move to South Korea to start your new career and new life with your longtime boyfriend, Seokjin. Despite already getting used to your new life, the feeling of homesickness would sometimes sneak up on you and cover you like a heavy blanket. After all, you did leave behind your friends, family and everything else you associated with home. Whenever you did start to miss home, you did your best to not bother Jin about it; Jin was already stressed out about work as it is, you didn’t want to add on to the burden.

Unfortunately for you, tonight was one of those nights when your longing for home was especially bad. It was in the middle of the night and you and Jin were fast asleep. That was until you woke up from a dream, a dream of you having fun with your family like old times before the move. Instead of waking up from cold sweat or gasping for air as it happens with your usual troubling dreams, you woke with intense feelings of melancholy. Although you regularly contacted your family, called your folks twice a week and texted your favorite sister every single day, it still wasn’t the same as being with in person. You felt tears starting to bubble up, and you wanted nothing more than to wake Jin up and cry into his arms. But you remembered that he has his own issues to deal with and you didn’t want to make them worse. So like the big girl that you were, you sat yourself up, wiped your wet eyes and headed towards the kitchen. There was one thing that cheered you up during moments like this and it was indulging in your favorite childhood treat: a root beer float.

Arriving at the kitchen, you flip the light switch that brightly illuminated the entire area. You had to squint your eyes in order to get used to the light. You first opened the freezer and got out a pint of French vanilla ice cream. After setting it on the counter, you opened the fridge and got out a single sized bottle of root beer. Once settling into Korea, you remember how hard it was to come across your favorite soda and when you did actually find some, you took the chance to stock up on it.

You were scooping generous globs of ice cream into a glass mug when you were started by a loud yawn. Looking up, you saw your sleepy boyfriend walking into the kitchen.

“What’re you doing up?,” he asks, his voice thick with grogginess. He opens the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water.

“Oh, I was having problems sleeping,” you sheepishly answer, “I thought having a late night snack would help me relax a bit.”

Jin looked over to what you were making and, the second he laid eyes on the root beer, his face instantly twisted in disgust. “Ugh,” he spats out, “I’ll never understand why you like that stuff. It’s so strong.”

“If by strong you mean delicious and heavenly, then yes it is strong,” you sassed. Jin rolled his eyes as he took a sip from his water. “You sure you don’t want some? I can make you a tiny float.”

“Um, I think I’m good but thanks for the offer, hon.”

“Suit yourself,” you say as you reached out for the root beer. Taking his water, Jin was heading back to the bedroom when he heard you shriek. He immediately runs back to the kitchen to make sure you were alright. Instead, he finds you stunned and soaked with the brown fizzy drink. The sudden stream of root beer initially hit your face, ultimately having it seep through your white top. The surrounding area where you stood was also a mess but it seemed like you took the brunt of it.

“Goddammit!,” you belted out, “I just took a shower too!” Your anger turns into embarrassment once you hear your boyfriend burst in laughter. The sight of you was so hilarious to Jin that he had to steady himself on the wall to keep from collapsing on the floor. “It’s not funny, Jin!,” you cried out while blotting the excess root beer off your face and neck.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he replied, “I’m sorry, baby, it’s just- pfffft!”, but he couldn’t even finish his sentence, breaking into another fit of laughter.

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Your intention was to just have a nice, late night pick me up, not have the whole thing literally explode on your face. And with Jin witnessing your blunder and laughing his ass off, it didn’t make things any better.

Utterly defeated, you flung your head down as you felt the tears you’ve been holding for so long start to spill out.

Finally done reeling from laughter, Jin hears your silent sniffles and walks towards. “Y/N, what are you crying about?,” he asks in a tone that was more stern than concerning.

It takes you a moment before you finally answer. “All I wanted to do was make a fucking root beer float,” you blubbered, “but I couldn’t even do that.”

“Y/N, I know you and I know for sure you wouldn’t cry over something as stupid as this.”

You didn’t respond to his remark, you just kept your head down away from his gaze. Jin suddenly spins you towards him and tightly holds you to his chest. Worried you might mess up his own clothes, you stammer, “No, Jin, I’m sticky-I don’t-”

“You don’t have to act so strong all the time, Y/N” he interrupts you. His voice is now gentle and soothing. You stood there speechless as Jin continued to hold you, caressing your hair. “I know it’s been hard for you with the move and everything. I know how close you were with your family. And I know I’ve been tense with work and I’m sorry for attentive enough with your feelings. But you should know that it’s alright to cry and you’ll alway have me to cry on. Never forget that.”

The love and sincerity that came with Jin’s words hit you so hard that you finally let out all of the pain you’ve been feeling these past months. You tightly held on to your boyfriend, sobbing loudly into his broad chest. Jin didn’t mind the fact that you were still wet and sticky from the soda, he just calmly stroked your head with one hand while rubbing circles on your back with the other. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he cooed, “You’re safe with me.”

“I just miss them so much,” you said in between sobs.

After a while, your crying finally died down; while there was still a part of you that felt brokenhearted, you felt so much better being open with your feelings. Jin pulled an inch away from you to check your face. He wiped off your tear streaked cheeks with his thumbs before planting a lingering kiss on one of them. His kiss slowly moved down to your jawline and eventually your neck. Despite expressing his dislike for root beer earlier, he found himself savoring in the sweet, sticky taste on your neck. He travelled up and down your neck with his soft, plushed lips, which made you lost in his warm kisses. It was until you felt the tip of his tongue slide up your throat that made you alert of his intentions.

“Jin, what’re you doing?”, you asked, your breath slightly hitched. But he didn’t answer you. He looked down at you with desire in his eyes and swiftly scooped you up in his strong arms.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed as he carried you towards your bedroom. Once there, he sat you gently on the bed. “Jin, w-,” you tried speaking but he interrupted you again, but with his lips landing on yours. Responding instantly, you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You felt him poke your lips with his tongue, permission to gain access to your mouth, and you happily obliged. When breaking away for a moment, Jin grabbed the hemline of your damp shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your naked torso. With your guidance, he then laid you down on the bed.

“Let me take care of you, my princess,” he says invitingly while hovering over you, gazing into your eyes. He helps you slide off your pajama pants and panties before, once again, crashing his lips onto yours. You moan into his mouth as you felt him caress your soft skin with his nimble hands. Breathlessly and with hot tears in your eyes, you muttered softy, “I love you so much, Jin…” Jin responds, “I love you too,” before spreading your legs and entering himself in your warmth. You didn’t understand how your dumb accident into this but you honestly didn’t care. The combination of Jin’s passion and your vulnerable feelings made for an unexpected yet extremely intimate night for the both of you.

Hours later, you woke up around 6’ o'clock feeling rather relaxed and uplifted. You felt Jin’s long arm wrapped around your waist with his bare chest on your back. Not daring to wake up Jin and ruined this beautiful moment, you snuggled closer to him and soon fell back to sleep.

Even as time passes, you know there will always be a part of you that misses your old life. But you also know that with having Jin by your side, you’ll always feel right at home.

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thirdbasedumpsterfire · 4 years ago

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Shipping hc for Doby?

Wow! I got this one twice, you guys must be really curious lol

Alright so I'll go one ship at a time because I am and always have been a multi-shipper 😁

Doby x Jay (I already made a post about this but I always have more)

This is mostly focused on them as kids before things went down.

- Doby and Jay have been friends since they were 10

- Jay joined Doby’s little league team and was immediately enamored\

- Jay is super gay. His sexual spectrum is somewhere near the middle but romantic is another story. This boy falls in love at the drop of a hat.

- Jay used to always wear baseball caps and still does from time to time

- Doby developed feelings fro Jay later being more Demi-romantic but once he did he was also head over heels. He just showed it less.

- Jay loves to surprise Doby with really romantic gestures like roses and chocolate. Doby loves it but plays it cool.

- Doby is a bit of a tsundere. He isn't mean but doesn’t really know how to respond to someone as affectionate as Jay.

- Jay loves to use corny pick up lines to which Doby will roll his eyes and try to hide his smile

- Doby and Jay are both very physically affectionate and love to cuddle

Doby x Eyeless Jack

This is Doby and Original EJ in mansion AU

- Doby and EJ met at the mansion when Doby was introduced. They didn't like each other at first.

- Doby thought Jack was a terrifying monster and Jack thought Doby was a stuck up child. They’re pretty close in age though Doby being 19 and Jack being 23.

- It took some time for the two to get to know each other and didn't really happen until they were paired together for a job. They had to work together to scout the forrest for a while while Tim and Brian went off on a more important mission. They hated it but there's no arguing with an elder god.

- They made each others Jobs harder at first but that changed when one of Jack ‘pranks’ went awry and Doby ended up hurt. He had a cut down the center of his chest from one of Jacks claws. Jack felt bad when instead of fighting more Doby fell back.

- Jack wanted to help since he had previously gone to medical school but Doby refused. Jack wanted to remove Doby's shirt to look at the wound but he refused. Jack was confused until Doby revealed he was trans and didn’t have top surgery. Jack was stunned and told Doby he was too. He fully transitioned before college. They bonded over that and Doby got patched up.

- From then on Doby and Jack had a playfully competitive dynamic.

- They love teasing each other and trying to rile each other up

- but at the end of the day when they’re alone they love to run through the forrest together and look at the stars.

Doby x Lui

This is my personal ship also in mansion AU

- Doby and Lui are a very little and big dynamic. Because Lui is so mature Doby is able to express and be a bit more childish around him. It helps him destress.

- Lui often has night terrors and Doby comforts him

- They sorta happened naturally. They would play DnD together with Ben and Jeff but Doby wanted to learn more. So one on one Lui took to teaching him the game and it was a lot of fun! They stared roleplaying more together and getting involved with each others hobbies.

- Lui tried baseball and Doby tried writing. Neither were all that interested in these things but it was a lot of fun to try new things together.

- Lui learned Doby was trans by accidentally walking in on him changing. Doby was worried but all Lui was mad about was that he wasn't binding properly! He was using tape since his binder ripped while in the woods and he didn't have another. Lui wasn't having any of that and with Doby’s permission asked Natalie to make him a new one.

- Lui takes care of Doby patching him up after fights and scolding him for being reckless but Doby also takes care of Lui he helps Lui calm down after night terrors and keep his head on straight when he’s overthinking.

- the two balance each other out

Doby x Lui x Eyeless Jack

I love poly Au’s! I’ve described Doby’s relationship with Jack works the same as above except he was already in a relationship with Lui before Doby arrived. He asked Lui if it was ok and after Lui got to know Doby better he said sure.

- This is full poly so they’re all dating each other.

- Lui and Jack were together before Doby got there

- They have a very teasing nothing relationship. Jack will mock and tease Lui and Lui will roll his eyes and keep telling Jack he needs to clean his mask. The two are almost polar opposites but appreciate each other differences.

- They love to all hang out and play video games. Ben and Jeff sometimes join in too but it’s fun when its just the three of them.

- Jack and Doby patrol the forrest together at night and mostly hang out then. During the day Jacks usually asleep so Doby hangs with Lui

- it’s fun when they can all get together but it’s not always possible with Jack being nocturnal

I hope you like them 🥰

Sorry they took so long life happened

~ Mod Vilet

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daminettes · 5 years ago

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marie and her nutcracker prince

Hey guys! I'm sorry for dropping out of daminette december, I felt bad so I decided to make a lil fic! This is based on the ballet the nutcracker, well kinda i fixed it up a bit and I added a bunch of things. Instead of a big party shown in the ballet, I made it a small family get together and the battle scene is just crack LOL and i barely explained the dances IM SORRY DHFDJS!! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy! Also thanks for helping me @fsketchart I LOVE U

Dazzling lights twinkled around the room, as colors danced. A wonderful aroma filled the room, mixed with sugarplum, gingerbread, any type of sweet you can think of! It was there!

Marie and her little brother, Fritz were huddled next to each other by the warmth of the fireplace, staring at the lovingly wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree.

“What do you think is in this one?” Marie questioned, pointing at a small gift wrapped in a stunningly gold and pink paper.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we find out?” Fritz grabbed it quickly and gave it a quick shake. There was a jostling sound from inside the box, as Fritz smiled.

“You two better be careful, We don’t want any broken gifts do we?” A voice spoke softly from behind.

Marie and Fritz quickly turned around to see who it was .

“Uncle Alfred!” they both giggled with glee, right before jumping into his arms. The man smiled brightly as he pulled them close, wrapping them in his warmth.

“Why, if it isn’t my two favorite grandchildren! How have you two been! You two have been behaving yourselves, right?” Alfred kneeled down to meet the two children in the eyes.

“Yes Uncle Alfred!” they both cheered while nodding their head rapidly.

“Both of you close your eyes! I have something very special for you two.”

“Ok!” they both cheered. They closed their eyes, tightly shut. They grinned ear to ear in anticipation, as they heard Alfred prepare the gifts.

“You can open them up now!”

They both quickly spun around and saw small and large gifts laid around them. Fritz quickly launched himself towards his gift pile and opened them rapidly.

“A toy soldier!” Fritz cheered while raising it up. “I love it Uncle Alfred! Thank you!” he said while jumping into his arms.

“It’s quite no problem, Fritz...Marie? You’re awfully quiet. Is something wrong?” Alfred questioned, with concern in his voice.

“It's a nutcracker…” Marie said while caressing the nutcrackers cheek. “I-Its beautiful. Thank you, Uncle Alfred.” Marie said while putting down her new gift and joining in the hug.

While this moment was very heartwarming, Fritz thought it was a good idea to test out Marie’s new nutcracker. He quickly grabbed a rather large chestnut from the dining room and shoved right into the mouth of the nutcracker. He quickly pushed down on the lever in the back and… Snap!

“Whoops…”

Marie and Alfred quickly jumped back and slowly turned around to see Fritz holding the nutcrackers head in his hand.

“What did you do!?” Marie screamed accusingly while running towards the massacre.

Walnut shells were everywhere. Bits of the wooden nutcracker soldier were on the ground. And Fritz… poor, innocent Fritz held its head in his hands.

“You broke him!” Marie cried. She rushed over to see the remains of the nutcracker.

“I-I didn't mean it! I just wanted to see if it actually worked! Im sorry! Uncle Alfred can fix it! Right Uncle Alfred?” Fritz screamed.

“I don't know about that...may I see him?” He asked.

Fritz slowly handed over the head and body to his Uncle. They watched nervously as their uncle scanned the poor nutcracker. They practically jumped out of their skin when they saw their uncle jolt out of the room.

“I’m really sorry, Marie. I didn't mean it, I promise,” Fritz whispered softly, looking towards the ground.

“Its alright Fritz, Uncle Alfred will fix him. But next time be careful ok?” Marie spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Alfred quickly walked back into the room, with a fixed nutcracker in his arms.

“He's going to be ok. Just don't be too harsh with him.” The children gasped with joy and nodded their heads furiously.

“Thank you Uncle!” both of them cheered while returning to their toys.

They both sat underneath their Christmas tree playing with their toys that felt like hours. Fritz was slowly drifting to sleep, and Marie was just getting started. She was not going to leave this nutcracker for awhile. She adored this little wooden doll.

“Alright kiddos. Time to sleep.” Alfred said while picking up the sleeping Fritz.

“B-but! I'm not tired!” Marie protested.

“You'll have time to play with your nutcracker prince tomorrow, Marie. Now come on let's get you to bed.” Alfred said while offering her a hand.

“Fine...” Marie whispered while placing her doll down by the Christmas tree.

Marie was NOT going to sleep tonight. It has been about two hours since her Uncle Alfred tucked her in and she hasn't closed her eyes a single time. All she could think about was her new nutcracker. Gosh she loved that thing so much. They wouldn't mind if I went down to play with him right? Marie questioned. She didn't think twice. She quickly threw on her night robe and slippers and tip-toed her way down.

Marie slowly made her way to the living room and looked around the pillar leading to the room. The coast is clear! She quickly sprinted towards the tree and grabbed the doll and launched herself towards the couch. She spent about two hours playing with the doll before feeling rather tired. He wouldn't mind if I rested my eyes for two minutes would he? Marie quickly fell asleep with her nutcracker cradled in her arms. Her dreams were filled with exciting exciting events of the Christmas Eve party and her new toys. But she was quickly awaken by a loud crash coming from behind the tree. She quickly jumped behind the couch and looked up. Are those.. RATS? Before she could think twice of the events that were occuring she felt a sudden cold feeling run through her body. Her nutcracker was missing. Her favorite doll was missing. She was quickly knocked out of her panic when a mysterious voice yelled something.

“Rat King and his rats! Why the sudden outburst?” He yelped.

Marie quickly looked up and… MY NUTCRACKER??? WHAT THE HOLY CHESTNUTS WAS GOING ON? She quickly looked him up and down. He was handsome. He was covered in a silky suit and his hair was pushed back that was hidden under his helmet. He had the most beautiful eyes. Emerald green. She quickly was knocked out of her thoughts once again by screaming.

“I am here to kill you and your army! You do not stand a chance!” The Rat King sneered.

“We aren't going down without a fight. Now go my toy soldiers fight!” The nutcracker yelled.

Quickly Fritz's toy soldiers that he received earlier became life sized and was fighting off the Rat King and his rats. But the battle was pure chaos. They did not stand a chance against the rats. The soldiers were practically kids. They were dropping like flies. Without thinking Marie quickly took off her left slipper and yelled.

“Hey Rattie! Take a load of this!” She screamed while chucking her slipper towards his head.

“Marie no!” The nutcracker yelled.

The Rat King slowly turned around to face Marie and time froze.

“Why you spoiled little brat! Rats get her!” He screamed.

Holy sugarplum!

Marie had been running for what it felt like hours. She ran through the house and was suddenly cornered into a wall.

“You're going to regret trying to fight me, Marie.” The Rat King sneerled.

A loud boom filled the room and the Rat King and his rats fell to the ground.

“You're going to regret scaring my Angel.” The nutcracker said before stabbing him in the back.

He shviled to the ground and the nutcracker ran to Marie.

“Are you alright Marie?” He questioned.

“How-” Marie sputtered for word, “How do you know my name? A-And Angel?” Marie questioned.

“You were playing with me earlier, I was turned into a nutcracker by the Rat King but some unfamiliar magic turned my soldiers and I back. And you remind me of an Angel. You saved me.” He said.

“Oh that makes sense…. I-I'm glad you're alright…”Marie trailed off while looking towards the ground. Why am I so flustered?

“Thank you, Now let's go, the kingdom is waiting for you.”

“The kingdom? What kingdom? We are at my house- Wait where are we?”

“We are at my kingdom, The Land of Sweets. They are honoring you because you helped out with fighting the Rat King.”

“I just threw a shoe at him. How did I help?”

“Well you see.. The Rat King has been terrorizing our land for awhile. He would go on rampages, destroying are villages, and taking our supplies. Our armies were hopeless. We have been trying for months to capture him, and then you came along.”

“Oh I see.. I'm glad I was able to help.”

“Now that we are done with that. Shall we, Angel?” He said while offering his hand. His green eyes twinkled with adventure.

“We shall.”

As they entered the Land of Sweets, they were greeted with applause and cheering. Children were laughing and confetti was flying everywhere. Marie not used to the sudden commotion and shrunk into herself.

“Is this too much for you?” He questioned.

“No! No not at all! I'm just not used to it, that's all.”

“Well you should get used to it, No one’s going to shut up about it for a while.” He smirked.

They both shared a quick laugh together before being interrupted by someone clearing their throat from behind them.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Marie and Damian,” the mysterious voice said.

“Oh my gosh, she’s adorable!” a voice spoke.

“Quiet down Jason, you’ll scare her.”

“But he’s right! She is adorable!”

They both quickly turned around and met eyes with 4 handsome gentlemen. The tallest one wore a white and red suit with three small golden buttons going down the front part. The second one wore an all white suit with sparkles that were shaped like snowflakes dancing around him. The third wore a white and light green suit that had different kinds of flowers embroidered on it. And finally the last wore sheer purple trousers with small sparkles sewed into it.

“Hello father… and brothers.”

“Hello, Damian, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

“This is Marie. She helped us battle the Rat King.”

“H-hi,” Marie whispered.

“You’re so cute and small!” Jason said as he ran up to her and circled around.

“Jason, quit it! You’re making her uncomfortable!” Damian sneered.

“It’s alright, Damian, I’m fine. nice to meet you Jason and…”

“The others are my brothers, Dick, and Tim. Jason is the Evergreen prince, Dick is the Snow Queen’s cavalier, and Tim is the Arabian Prince. They all traveled here to celebrate and to dance for you.”

“Dance? That's so sweet of you all!” Marie chirped.

“It's no problem, Marie. Now, let's get to your seat so you can watch.”

“Oh! Alright!”

As Damian and Marie got to their seats, Many girls dressed up in wonderful tutus made their way onto stage, the last two to enter was Dick and a girl. She was wearing the most beautiful dress Marie has ever seen. It was like the other girls but it was much more flowy and it had a much more detailed design. She had on a tiara with many different rhinestones that glimmered in the sunlight.

“Those are the snowflakes. And in the middle That’s Kori and Dick. Kori is married to Dick and she’s the Snow Queen.” Damian whispered.

“Wow..she's gorgeous.” Marie trailed off.

The dance started almost immediately, the snowflakes were twirling around the two in the middle while Dick picked up Kori and placed her onto his shoulder. As the dance ended the crowd roared. Both Dick and Kori walked up to the pair sitting and threw snowflakes around them. Marie stared at them with adoration while Damian stared at her.

As the rest of the snowflakes made their way off the stage, small little angels made their way to the stage and sat down at the side. A women in a pink tutu walked gracefully onto the stage and started to dance.

“Thats Selina, My mother. She is the Sugar Plum Fairy while my father is the Sugar Plum cavalier. He’ll be on stage soon I believe.”

“Oh I see..”

The Sugar Plum Cavalier made his way onto the stage to join his fairy in the dance. The dance was beautiful. They were in synced with each other.

“Wow.. They seem very close.” Marie whispered.

“Yes, they are… I hope I could find someone that completes me as Selina does Bruce.” Damian said while looking at Marie.

“M-Me as well,” Marie stuttered and quickly looked back at the dancers. Get it together, Marie!

The dance ended and the Sugar Plum Cavalier and Sugar Plum Fairy run up to the pair and bowed. Selina walked forwarded and greeted Marie.

“Hello Marie! I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier, I had to get ready for the celebration.”

“It's not a problem! I'm glad I got to meet you!”

“You too.. Damian, do treat the lovely young lady with respect,” Selina spoke firmly, with a soft smile. Quickly, she turned her heel and left, leaving the two flustered kids in an awkward silence.

“Apologies on my mother’s behalf. She has made a habit of being a little too forward sometimes.”

“Ah, I see..it’s no problem.”

They spoke for a little bit, but was soon interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. Tim and a group full of girls ran around the stage. The girls were wearing outfits that looked similar to the princess Jasmin. Their hair was in ponytails with small hair ties in them. One girl ran up to Marie and gave her a light blue scarf.

“For you, Miss Marie.”

“Thank you” Marie spoke softly while struggling to wrap it around herself. Her hair was getting in the way, and she tried to hide her frustration. Damian shook his head, smiling.

“Allow me to help you,” Damian said while pulling her hair back.

“Thank you, Dami.”

“Dami?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh, apologies! It was a slip of the tongue. Is it alright if I called you, Dami?” Damian smiled, and nodded.

“It would be an honor, Angel.”

As the dance ended Tim made his way towards the pair with the others.

“How’d you like the dance Marie?”

“Oh it was splendid! Absolutely marvelous! I was enchanted.” Tim smiled.

“I'm glad you liked it. Jason is next, you’re in for a treat.”

“Oh! I'm excited.”

As they were talking many girls dressed up in dresses with many different shades of pink ran onto the stage. Their hair was pulled up into a high bun that was secured with flowers. While they were preparing for the dance, Jason ran into the middle and raised his hand. Flowers burst out of the sky, and a flower crown was magically placed onto Marie’s hair.

Cute. Damian thought.

As the dance finished Jason ran up to them.

“So pixie-pop! Did you like it?” He questioned.

“Of course! I adore the flower crown you made me! It's so lovely!” she chirped.

“‘I’m glad you enjoyed it- oh! Bows are starting! I’ll see you guys soon!”

As he ran back all of the dancers came onto the stage for bows. The crowd cheered for them. While everyone was having a good time, no one noticed the group of rats and their king enter into the stage. A bunch of explosions were set off and the group on stage went into a fighting stance.

“What’s going on, Dami?” Marie questioned while gripping his arm. Damian avoided eye contact.

“That rats, they’re back. You stay here,” Damian spoke firmly.

“Absolutely not! I will not stand idly by when you all could use my help!”

“Angel, no. If you were to get hurt because of me I would never forgive myself. I'm starting to feel things I have never felt before. Please. I can't lose you.” Marinette looked into his eyes, and sighed. She looked away.

“Alright…but should things turn for the worse, I will not stand by. Do stay safe...for me?”

“I will,” Damian said while placing a kiss to her temple and running off.

The fight was nasty. It was way worse from the first one. Instead of small little swords they had full on metal swords. The rats were not winning but they were close. Marie was watching Damian closely. He was trying to fight off a group of rats when the Rat King swung his sword at him at his side.

“Dami!” Marie screamed while running towards them.

“Damian, oh my gosh are you ok?” Damian grunted as a response but nodded.

Marie quickly removed the scarf she received from Tim and pressed it against the wound. In response he flinched but still remained in the same spot.

“Dami, can you hear me?”

“Y-Yes Angel. I-Im sorry,” he said as he closed his eyes.

“Dami! Damian no!” Marie sobbed as she pulled him into her chest.

Marie woke up in a cold sweat, facing the ceiling of her bedroom. She froze for a moment, before she processed where she was. She quickly moved around to feel for her nutcracker.

“Where is he? W-Where's Damian?” Marie yelled.

She quickly jumped out of bed and slipped into her robe and slippers. She quickly ran downstairs but missed a few steps and landed onto the floor. She scrambled up and ran towards the tree. He wasn't there. Marie quickly pushed around the presents that laid under the tree but still couldn't find him. She quickly moved over to the couch but their was still no luck. A few footsteps knocked her out of her panic, she quickly turned around and met eyes with her uncle Alfred and her brother Fritz.

“Uncle Alfred! You will not believe what happened yesterday! I went upstairs right? And I couldn't go back to sleep so I snuck downstairs to play with my nutcracker but then when I came he turned into a real life nutcracker! And your toys, Fritz, they turned into real life soldiers! There was this Rat King and his rats and they fought! I threw my shoe at him! And then we won! And and then the nutcracker prince took me back to the Land of Sweets and people from the lands danced for me! I got this scarf from Tim! And then when they were finished we got ambushed and then.. Oh my gosh Dami! He got stabbed what happened to him!” Marie shouted.

“Settle down Marie! I don't know what kind of dream you had last night but I need to introduce you to someone.”

“B-but Uncle Alfred! I need to find Dami!”

“He can wait. Now come.”

“Ugh fine! But I don't think this is really important-”

A tall boy turned around and met eyes with Marie. Emerald Green.

“D-Dami?”

“Angel?” Damian asked, while running up to her. Marie ran up to him, and hugged him. They embraced each other as Marie almost broke into tears.

“I thought you were stabbed?” Marie spoke, just barely in a whisper.

“I did but I’m fine now. Oh my god, Marie I thought I would never see you again. After the battle you disappeared. I went looking for you but I couldn't find you anywhere.” Damian was almost about to cry, as he held her tighter, and buried his face into her shoulder.

“Shh, we’re alright now. We are together now.” She said softly, while holding him tighter. She rubbed his back to calm him down.

“What's going on Uncled Alfred?” Fritz asked while tugging on his jacket. Alfred looked confused as he stared at them, trying to make sense of it all. He sighed, before patting him on the head.

“I haven’t got a clue, Fritz.”

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croissantbae · 4 years ago

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April 16, 2021

It’s been both a great week and a horrible week.

I’ll start with the bad: the lack of sleep. There was one night where Dani only slept for 20 minutes from midnight to 7 am. Then when she went to bed at 7, naya came rushing in the room at 730 and woke us up. Dani was so tired she started screaming crying. Then there was another night where Jason took the first shift and Dani didn’t sleep the entire time. I took over starting around 12. And she finally fell asleep at 2:30. Then at 3 naya started crying, telling Jason to get out of the bed so that I could sleep w her. She was screaming and saying “appa bye”. Normally I let Jason calm her down so that they continue to sleep but this time she was going nuclear. So I go over and lay w her. Then Dani starts crying. So Jason goes over to Dani and calms her down. Then he wakes me up at 4:45 so we can switch bc he needs to get some sleep before work.

we’re both terrified of the nights because we just can’t predict what’s going to happen. Some nights Dani is fine and some nights she refuses to sleep. Some nights naya is fine and some nights she’s a ball of terror.

Nayas also acting up more and throwing more tantrums again. There was one day where I had to yell at her twice. Once because I took away a bag of popcorn and put some in a bowl. She took the contents and threw it on the ground and threw the bowl too. It was ugly. Then there was a time when we came back from the farmers market and I needed to feed Dani but naya told me to put Dani down so I could be w her. Crying hysterically. Jason tried to take her so she could take a bath which she needed badly but again she refused. Writhing while he was holding her. We had to wash her so I just rubbed her legs with water to clean what I could while she was wriggling in the air with Jason holding onto her. Thank god we have some formula now so even if I don’t have breast milk pumped Jason can use that.

Alright now the good: memory is short so I had to kind of force myself to recall the foregoing bad stuff. We had a great day today and it makes all the bad stuff seem like a distant memory. Today we met Naomi and Robyn at Americana and the girls had a blast. Naya also played w this Armenian girl who was like an unni and really sweet to naya. There was sunshine, coffee for the adults, and lots of laughter and happiness for the kids. Great feeling. Thank you suburbs. There’s book reading for the kids on fridays so I think I’m going to try to take naya weekly.

Then afterwards at home we feasted on some leftover wagyu jimmy brought home (wrapped them in spring rolls) and jimmy and christine played w Dani and naya. They seriously love on our kids so much I’m sooo thankful. Naya loves christine. And I think christine is the only one who really adores Dani so for that I am thankful too. I feel bad for the neglect dani gets sometimes haha.

The day before we met Naomi and Robyn at the sopas farmers market and again the girls had a blasttt. We ate too much food. Think we need to give the farmers market a break so we don’t get sick or the food. Jason bought churro kettle corn. That was pretty dang delicious. Naya loves to copy what somi does. I’m so grateful that somi is a sweet kid so naya imitates her good behavior.

Then the day before we met Eileen and Jordon at the Descanso gardens and it was gorgeous. We’re trying to plan Fun weekly things to do before Eileen and Jordon move to Fullerton (ugh still sad that’s happenin). That one was a good outing. I have to think of what we’ll do for next week...

Jasons mom joined us too and I think she was originally considering not going so she doesn’t have to drive in the dark but it was so great she came. It’s always great having her but for some reason this past Wednesday was particularly pleasant. I made us a Dutch baby for breakfast and said I’d try to make something American / different next week for Jasons mom to try when she comes since she’s always making us Korean food. We then went out to pick lemons and made lemonade with naya. Umuneem made us ddukgook and then before we knew it it was time to go to Descanso gardens. It was just a fun activity filled day. Naya was also very into Halmuni. Sometimes naya can be standoffish but this day she was playing so well and it was all so pleasantly harmonious.

Also naya is way too big for this but I just carried her in the Lille carrier the entire time. I know otherwise she’d just make me carry her anyway so may as well not kill my arms. I also checked and the weight capacity is 45 lbs for the Lille so we good for another year lol. Hopefully jk.

Ok this wasn’t really a thoughtful reflection it was more just a regurgitation of events (poorly written) but this is all I can muster right now. Goodnight.

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thinking-ji · 4 years ago

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Why does TXT’s “We Lost The Summer” MV work?

Hi, I’m back again to overanalyse TXT’s MV for “We Lost The Summer”. After first watching it, I was overwhelmed by sadness but didn’t know why. After all, there have been literally tons of videos and songs about COVID-19. Until 2h ago, perhaps the most heart-wrenching song I’d heard about the topic was FINNEAS’ “What They'll Say About Us". Yet I was more deeply affected by “We Lost The Summer” thanks to its combination of brutal honesty, clever cinematic juxtaposition and images of kids suffering (from first world problems, but problems all the same).

I think what makes the MV work so well are two things:

The song conveys a message of longing for the past, for the "normal". This complements all the contrasting shots of "what is" and "what could have been". It hurts to see kids who could have had a fun summer with their friends out in the warm sun be banished to self-isolation with no one but themselves (or in some cases, a soft toy or a dog) for company.

Their acting. Their facial expressions do tons in expressing the plot, especially in the scenes where they look longingly at the camera. As cheesy as that sounds, their expressions line up perfectly with the almost resentful mood of the song.

Click ‘read more’ for frame-by-frame analysis of what makes the MV work:

0:09-0:15 Taking photos as a group in front of the toilet mirror, probably in school. Bright. Just a normal day in school with ya bros, no problems hugging one another.

0:16 Cut to Yeonjun receiving a Public Safety Alert. He's using an iPhone - this feature was not available until a few months into the COVID-19 outbreak (20 May 2020). Two possibilities - 1) This marks the point at which everything changed i.e. when the pandemic became concerning enough that quarantine was necessary (note the strict warning on screen - "If you leave home, assume you were exposed to COVID-19."); 2) canon-compliant sequence of events - this was in May 2020, when there was also a spike in cases in South Korea (see: Itaewon spike). The former is more likely, considering the lyrics "left alone on the evening of an endless March 1".

0:16-0:17 Back and forth shot - we first see the Public Safety Alert (with a jarring alert ringtone), then the video cuts to the group's concerned reaction, then back to the Public Safety Alert. Almost as if they cannot believe what they're seeing. Note also that the second shot of the Public Safety Alert is clearer than the first - they're paying more attention the second time around.

0:18 Cut to awkward Zoom call (with dog!).

0:19 Intro to main protagonist Yeonjun. Interesting styling choices here - Yeonjun doesn't himself have tattoos; these are fake tattoos. I see this as an effort to represent every kind of young person - it's not only the studious, clean-cut kids who choose to stay home. Now, even the stereotypical bad boys who would usually stay out are forced to stay home as well (that is, if they choose to be socially responsible).

Yeonjun is also putting on a simple singlet here. This is a clear departure from his school uniform. He's chosen to dress comfortably and looks disappointed. Perhaps he feels that nothing matters at this point. This will be a recurring theme throughout the video.

0:24 He gets up to hug his teddy bear, likely a source of comfort. He appears to be alone. Maybe the teddy bear is his only companion when he's at home. A stark contrast to the beginning of the video, when he had a squad of friends to hang out with.

0:26-0:27 Yeonjun starts to dress up for the Zoom call with his friends later. He seems to be in a much better mood with this semblance of normalcy. Or maybe he's just practicing his smile for the camera. His room is bright despite the blinds being drawn; it's the morning.

0:28 We realise that Yeonjun was smiling in the mirror. His expression changes as soon as he looks away. He's not happy about the situation; guess he's just practicing his smile for later.

0:31 The squad's coming online, just waiting for Yeonjun. Everyone is dressed up in bright colours, against their very bright and cheerily-coloured rooms. Juxtaposed with the rather dull school outfits and blue walls at the beginning of the video.

0:33-0:36 For the first time since being at home, he appears to be truly excited. He waves enthusiastically at the squad. Interestingly, his curtains are drawn and the only source of light is a neon green light in the corner of his room. It's unclear what time it is.

0:39 Classic eyes closed, close-up shot of Kai's face. Sadness. Slight increase in exposure near the end of the shot - reminiscence of a time when the surroundings were brighter.

0:41 Flashback to old times in school with the squad. The setting is brightly-lit. We'll see that this changes as the MV progresses.

0:47 Sharing earphones. Ah, the good times.

0:52 Taehyun throws a baseball across the open area. Something you won't get to do inside unless you want to break something.

0:54 Cut to Soobin lying down on the floor of his room (peak relaxing position tbh). He's just dropped his phone on his face. First world problems. Sucks that even little things like this will happen more often now that they're home alone with their phones being their only connection to the outside world.

0:56 Guess Soobin is trying to preoccupy himself by putting together a (big, may I add) puzzle. Seems like he also tried to distract himself with whack-a-mole. But he can't help but watch old videos of him and his friends - this is marked by the school uniforms. Again, reminiscing the old times.

0:58 Closer look at the video Soobin is watching.

1:00 Dude fell asleep with a puzzle piece on his face omg. Clearly bored/frustrated/tired of being stuck at home with puzzles being the most interesting thing he could possibly do alone.

1:01 Yeah, he's not happy about it.

1:03-1:08 Beomgyu is at home with his dog. I can't tell much other than that his dog doesn't hate him, which is a good thing when your dog is your closest companion at home.

1:09-1:12 I can't think of this shot of them syncing the choreo over Zoom being anything other than a cool way to transition to the dance and juxtapose with them performing the choreography together (see: 1:13~1:19).

1:20 Jamming out to the song together.

1:21, 1:24, 1:25, 1:27, 1:28: Yeonjun jamming out alone.

1:31 It's raining/snowing...

1:32 In their hideout in school (remember it's only partially covered). Also note that the colour scheme in the school setting has gotten much duller than before.

1:34 Taehyun catches a baseball. Note that he isn't in his school uniform, so we can assume he is alone here while everyone else is staying in.

1:35, 1:38, The squad escapes the rain.

1:40 Yeonjun admiring his image in the mirror while trying on a different jacket. Compare this and the previous images of him looking into the mirror, with a later shot of him looking into a mirror. Here, we can see both him and his reflection, which gives us the impression that he isn't alone.

1:44 Beomgyu is on the floor hugging his dog. Maybe he's given up lol

1:46 Beomgyu opened the blinds a little to look outside. "Want to see you again."

1:48, 1:50 I'm not sure what Kai was trying to do, but he definitely messed up that smiley face. Seems like an allusion to how everything was fine and dandy, but then this virus just had to come and ruin it for everyone.

1:51 Seems like Taehyun is playing baseball with himself.

1:56, 1:59 Repetitions show that Taehyun is going through the motions. Has nothing better to do.

2:03, 2:07 These shots confused me at first, but "I hate my face drained of expression" clears it up. Communicating online has reduced us to avatars, profile pictures and our digital versions of ourselves. A pretty digital avatar void of human emotion - that's what Soobin has become.

2:13 Beomgyu seems pretty happy creating his personal Jurassic Park...

2:15 But yeah, there could've been better things to do.

2:16 I know Beomgyu is creating an obstacle course for his dog, but his constantly changing environment (e.g. additional bowling pins in this frame) makes it seem like he's trying every possible trick in the book to occupy himself while he's alone.

2:22 Again, the introduction of Beomgyu's dog makes it seem like he's exhausting all his sources of entertainment. I'm not complaining though, it's cute to see him try.

2:25-2:26 The transition to a wide shot showing that Beomgyu's dog is leashed indoors is jarring when you think twice about it. There's no reason to leash his dog when they're indoors, but maybe he's trying to simulate being outside.

2:28 From here onwards is where the structure of the MV changes. Before this, we'd been getting shots of TXT at home interspersed with flashbacks of their time together pre-COVID. But now they're out on a large, empty road on a bright day. They would not be dancing on such a wide road if it weren't empty because no one needs/wants/is allowed to go anywhere. Also note that these are different outfits from previous cuts of them dancing, where they were dressed in their school uniforms.

2:31 Taehyun pastes a sticker of pixel ver. squad on his drone. Perhaps highlighting the fact that the only reminder he has of them while they're separated is their online presence.

2:33 Taehyun is wearing a helmet to fly his drone even though he doesn't really need to. It's not like he's travelling outside or anything. But anything to escape the feeling of being stuck at home, I guess. You do you. Also, the fact that he's flying a drone is symbolic of his wish to travel or at least wander outside. He can't do it in person, so he lets his drone do it for him.

2:33 The squad arrives on the rooftop! Note that Yeonjun is wearing the jacket he tried on the second time - this is still during COVID times. How were they able to get on the rooftop with Taehyun when they were all supposed to be at home? REBELS. Maybe this is all just a dream... unless? Last thing - it's sunset here, which links to...

2:47 It's snowing and dark outside in their usual hideout in school. Note that Yeonjun is wearing the same outfit as in the dancing on the road cuts. Clear juxtaposition between hopes and reality.

2:48 Their bench and things are covered in snow, almost as if the winter has stopped them from doing whatever they were doing before. "Endless winter."

2:53, 2:57 They're taking photos alone. Interesting upside-down shots.

2:55 They're trying to have fun in the winter but for Beomgyu it's just not the same.

3:00 The brightly-lit toilet is juxtaposed with - gasp! - not its reflection. Without his friends, Yeonjun perhaps finds that staring into a mirror alone isi like staring into a dark void, or a duller version of reality.

3:02 Also, it's snowing on the other side. Note that in all the 'winter' shots we've been getting, it's always dark.

3:09 Is Yeonjun trying to check if there's a mirror, or reach into the void?

3:11 We get confirmation that there is a mirror in reality, but to Yeonjun it feels like a void. This image of him telling his reflection that "it's all gone" is honestly heartbreaking.

3:14 The squad is together, but the winter is depressing.

3:20 The most direct reference to COVID in this entire MV. "It's all gone". The masks serve as a tangible representation of the new normal. Their expressions are all gone now ("I hate my face drained of expression") since half their faces are hidden. It no longer matters if they smile or laugh; no one can see it anyway.

3:21-3:25 Direct reference to social distancing.

3:25 The toilet gets progressively darker.

3:36 It's snowing on the road now, almost as if the bleakness of their reality has permeated through to their imagination of a brighter future.

3:39 Interestingly, compared to the past few shots of the boys in the dark winter, they seem to be slightly happier here, getting used to the new normal.

3:40 Butterfly on Beomgyu's face a representation of summer.

3:46 Cut to someone's phone on the bench, the only thing that hasn't been covered in snow, the only bright thing in the darkness. Looks like this is the last video they filmed while they were out on the road dancing.

Overall, it seems that:

bathroom, bright school hideout scenes = the past

road scene = last time they were able to see each other, transition period OR a time between strict quarantine and "new normal" where cases were low enough that people felt comfortable going outside

home scenes = quarantine period

winter scenes = new normal

#TXT #we lost the summer #ji overanalyses MVs at 1am #instead of writing graded essays due in 3 days #kpop

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