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eunkimmie · 3 years ago

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I'm the type of reader that checks your i like you a latte fic on a biweekly basis and reread it multiple times because oh my god its so good! Comfort fic all the way 🧡🧡🧡

I saw that you did a few reaction thingies a while back, is it ok to ask the skelebros opinions of us as of the latest chapter? Ik they're mostly infatuated with us but to think what might be going through their head... oh boy

I hope your day is going well and i wish you all the happiness i can share! 💞

this is as of chapter 17 !

ut! sans

sans saw you as many things, things he could feel but not completely verbalize. he saw you as warmth, as a sunny day with the feeling of comfortably warm sun rays shining down on you, with an easy breeze tickling your skin. he saw you as the steam that rose up from a bubbling pot of hearty stew on a cold day. he saw you as the wildflowers that grew between the cracks in the sidewalk that bloomed so effortlessly. he couldn't rationalize all of the feelings that dawned on him when he saw you, when he spoke to you, and a part of him understood its because he didn't want to think about it. sans was logical, quick-witted, calculating. he was a guy who liked to joke around, but everyone who knew him deeper understood how intelligent he was. and being as smart as he was, sans knew that any potential feelings or attachments could be a danger for both you and him. and, yeah, he was still kind of working on the whole vulnerability thing, but he thought having any sort of romantic attachment was at its' best a distraction, and at its' worst a weakness. he wouldn't let himself think of you that way...at least, he was trying. as of right now, sans saw you as one of his closest friends, his ally, his safe space. but romantic? nah...probably for the best not to......

ut! papyrus

gods, papyrus adored you! you were wonderful, so friendly and thoughtful. but he also liked how you stood your ground. he knew his brother was in the wrong when the two of you got into an argument the other night, and though he loved his brother more than anything, he felt a bit of pride seeing you stand up for yourself in such a mature manner—especially since his brother could be so intimidating sometimes. and, yeah, he thought you were attractive...he thought you were a lot of things, really. probably too much to name, but as a start, he thought you were amazing. sweet, intelligent, outstandingly kindhearted. you were strong, self-made, and real. you were so real. and it sounds weird, but that's how he felt. you had your flaws and fears, things that made you anxious and things that made you cry. but he admired the way you carried yourself despite all of that, and he admired that you cried when you felt the need to cry. you were so utterly you, unashamed and sure of yourself—at least, that's how you seemed to him...so, yeah, he could admit he had a bit of a crush on you. love? well, he loved you very much as a companion. well—? did he? did he feel more? papyrus, he...honestly didn't know. but that didn't bother him one bit. feelings were things that he took in the present, feeling things when he felt them, simple as that. and if he were to come to the conclusion one day that he was in love with you? well, he would be happy with that, too.

us! sans

blue had...well, he'd had a crush on you from the start. he knew that, obviously. he had the desire to do romantic-y, date like things with you. he wanted to hold your hand and plant kisses on your forehead. he wanted to have more alone time with you, and sometimes he even felt a bit envious of others that you seemed to share a deeper connection with. though, he also knew well enough that you and him had a deep connection, too, so perhaps he had nothing to be worried about. you made him feel flustered when he was usually so self assured. but he kind of liked that. but, was he in love with you? well....no, honestly, he didn't think so. he knew he felt a deep fondness for you, of course, but he was cautious. he wanted to figure out his emotions more before he placed a concrete label on it—he thought that was smart. because if he concluded that he was in love with you, his brain would feel obligated to feel more jumbled around you. he didn't wanna rush his own emotions, and he didn't wanna pressure himself. so, as of right now, blue just...liked you. and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. don't get him wrong, he liked you a lot, but love? yeah, later, probably.

us! papyrus

stretch? yeah, he thought you were cool. you were cute, he thought you were funny, cute, charming, did he mention cute? and it wasn't even all completely rooted in your physical appearance, it was how you carried yourself, too. your demeanors, your habits, it was all cute to him. but a crush on you? ...yeah, maybe, he wasn't too concerned with it. he knew he felt more attracted to you than most people, so did that mean he had a crush on you? he didn't know. and honestly, he was cool with leaving it that way. he was cool with not knowing until the opportunity or that eureka moment appeared on its' own. as of right now, if someone were to ask him, he'd probably just shrug. but, in his own mind, it was probably leaning to more of an intrigue.

uf! sans

oooh...you? gods, what wasn't there to be said about you? the way that you made him feel all flushed? the way you made him feel warm and fuzzy inside? the way that by even just looking at you, he felt like he had come home? he hadn't come to terms with his feelings yet because he was suppressing it. maybe if he wasn't such an emotional wreck he'd realize that, yeah, the guy was in love with you. not that he had figured that much out yet, but the thing he did know was that when he saw you he felt like he was floating. how long had it been since he'd met you? he forgets, because each moment he got to share with you felt like a new beginning for him. but, he knew he had to keep these thoughts to himself. it would only end with him getting hurt. he refused to believe that someone like you could feel the same way about someone like him.

uf! papyrus

you....gods, he really didn't wanna talk about it, honestly. but he knew you were bright, you were strong, and you were empathetic. you were someone who looked out for others, but you also knew when it was time to stand your ground. when you provided a vegetarian meal for poplar? yeah, edge wasn't the type to think of something like that. but you did. you tried your hardest to be good, and that was so different from him. edge was someone who knew who he was and knew what he wanted, but...he could still appreciate the person you were. you'd shown him kindness despite his initial rudeness towards you. you'd allowed yourself to show him trust despite the fact that he didn't trust you in the beginning. and that....yeah, that was enough to make him feel...something for you. he didn't know yet. he wanted to understand it all—he did, really. but he didn't. and he wasn't gonna try and force it.

ht! sans

recently, he'd come to a conclusion. and it scared the absolute fuck out of him. it terrified him, more than anything had in a long time. when he thought about how he felt towards you, it made him break out into a nervous sweat, and he did anything he could to get his mind off of it as soon as possible. because axe was in love with you. and he was well aware of it, though he wished he had remained blissfully ignorant. he wasn't gonna do anything about it, obviously. it would just create problems, but...well, it was a bit blurry. a gray area that irritated the hell out of him. didn't he deserve love? affection? it was spotty, after everything he'd done... but first and foremost, he needed to start healing himself, emotionally speaking. he wasn't going to pull you into his mess by saying anything about his feelings before he got his own shit together.

ht! papyrus

you were...cute. curious, and you made him feel just...good. you made him feel hopeful, alive. you made him feel so peaceful, a peace he once felt before everything happened back in his world. you made him feel normal. and poplar didn't wanna rush that feeling. he wanted to feel happy and live his life day by day. but, yeah, he liked you. he really did. a little crush, if anything. but for now, for the most part, he just wanted to have fun with you and his family. though, he was smart, so he was well aware that his fondness for you could grow into love with time, and he wouldn't have an issue with that one bit.

#writing #ilyal #undertale x reader #underfell x reader #underswap x reader #horrortale x reader #undertale headcanons

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barsformars · 4 years ago

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SOULMATES AU!ATEEZ

req: hiii, idk if you are still accepting requests, but im trying anyways. How about an headcanon of ateez as types of soulmates bonds/ which type of soulmate bond will suit them? Bye have a nice dayyyy

a/n: this one is kinda just like what soulmate aus remind me of them & what i think would wanna write if it was soulmates au and them hehet i hope i interpreted the request properly lmao

ot8 / w.c 1.1k / t.w none

seonghwa

reincarnation soulmates au

look ik everyone has been hyping up the seonghwa's first life thing so it's my turn to talk about it

the soulmate au where one is immortal and the other is mortal

seonghwa is the latter

and you just watch him from afar everytime he reincarnates, only talking to him once he is of age

and isn't the thought of being with him from his first life to his,, maybe 100th life,, just so,,,, bittersweet

bittersweet because damn obviously it hurts everytime he goes

hongjoong

dreaming of your soulmate au

you're in every dream of his and his in yours anytime the two of you are asleep at the same time

dreams with each other in it always feel so warm and fuzzy and you're always having a good time with each other

and sadly, nightmares when the two of you are not together in the dreams

but thing is you always wake up remembering everything except how he looks like and what his name is; same thing goes for him

*cue draw&draw lyrics*

he misses you and he wants to 'draw' you but he doesnt even know who you are physically

yunho

you can hear your soulmates thoughts au

but when you make eye or physical contact, you can't hear those thoughts

so imagine the two of you are seated across each other on the train and the thoughts go like

"omg they have nice shoes"

"why are his hands so pretty"

and those kinda thoughts just keep going and the both of you are just laughing internally at your soulmate because like "honey, im your soulmate, not whoever you're probably drooling over right now"

and then "wait im also drooling over someone else right now,,,"

and then the both of you just decide to lift your heads to meet each other's eyes and suddenly everything is quiet!!!!!!

also imagine later on when youre in a relationship with him and the two of you are just sharing a romantic moment and it's like:

"come on, you have to say it out loud because i can't hear you right now" AND THEN BEING ALL SHY BECAUSE OF THE NON-EXISTENT DISTANCE WHILE SAYING SMTH CHEESY

yeosang

your soulmate’s face is blurry to you au

this can be kinda sad because you will never really know how each other looks

but i think the sweetness lies in that the feelings you have for each other is genuine and purely because of their personality and all

and of course physical attraction is still important to a certain extent but think this:

the both of you are so familiar with each other through touch and a lot of experiences that you just know exactly where his lips are so you can kiss him pretty effortlessly

you know exactly where his nose ends so you know how to tilt your heads when you kiss so as to not bump noses

AND because you just are that familiar with him, you can kind of form a picture of each other's faces in your heads, like you have a rough idea how big his eyes are, how widely spaced, what his eye shape is etc.

idk but that just sounds really beautiful to me despite all the inconveniences that could arise

PLUS its so easy to spot each other in crowds because only one face is blurred to you lmao

san

you have a mark wherever your soulmate first touches you au

you are very disturbed because like half of your body is marked

like so much so that it's definitely not like an accidental bump on the streets or smth

so you're just there thinking "who in the right mind would touch a stranger to this extent and why!"

until one day you're minding your business while walking around and someone runs up from behind you and literally just engulfs you into a hug while resting their head in the crook of your neck

and of course, because you're panicking, you turn your head back to look who the hell it was

AND how coincidentally,,, your lips made contact with their brow bone

he releases you when he realises that you were not the friend he was supposed to meet around here

and because your long sleeves rolled up a little, you see the mark slowing fading away, and it just clicks,, he was the one

"this is truly unfair, i gave you a cute little mark and you give me that big ass mark"

mingi

you see your soulmate's memories when you touch something they have touched before au

and fate is cruel because it always seems like one of you is always a little later than the other

like if you or him walked a little bit faster and reached the same place a little earlier, maybe the two of you would have met

until one day maybe one day mingi is keeping the change after paying at the cashier and he drops some coins

and you're behind him so you help him pick it up and you suddenly get flashes of his memories

and so does he when you hand the coins back to him

fate is so stupid sometimes but it's cute ig

wooyoung

whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate's skin as well

and wooyoung being wooyoung, loves to share things that makes him happy and things that he wish you would try out as well

and so you can expect his own food recipes, or maybe some lyrics that he's been trying to write, or like ideas for his vlogs and all

let's be real, it's 2021, the two of you could really just share social media handles and meet irl easily but both of you just love the comfort of anonymity

and knowing that someone out there is always listening, or rather, reading, whatever you want to say

jongho

when your soulmate gets hurt, flowers bloom at the same exact location

i think this one's kinda cute even tho it can be scary at times i guess

like imagine both of you just wanting to bubble wrap each other up because

"I HAVE A PERFORMANCE TOMORROW YOU CAN'T GET HURT"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE OF YOUR BUTT CHEEKS IS BLEEDING, HOW AM I GOING TO SIT NOW"

STOP BITING YOUR LIPS I DONT WANT FLOWERS ON MY LIPS"

i think it is the beauty of taking care of someone as much as you would take care of yourself or reversely, taking care of yourself as much as you wanna take care of someone else

#kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #8makes1teamnet #ateezlovenet #ficscafe #ateez headcanons #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez writings #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez soulmate au #requested #ateez ot8

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sanchoyo · 2 years ago

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tmm new liveblog part...2 !!! ep 7-12!!! got home sooner than expected so we are finishing TONIGHT!!!!! >:3c if u missed ep 1-6 liveblog its here!

obviously, spoilers...for this and the og series since I compare and contrast a bit at the end (I give my final thoughts at the end for the new anime overall, too!) ^^

EP 7

-OHHH the aliens new ship design looks Interesting. I see theyre just floating outside of Earth instead of some kinda inter-dimensional pocket area like they were in the original? Neat. the ship still looks super sparse, which, is weird imo. I get that on a meta level filling it w objects would take time and budget from the team doing this tho. but also I want to see their personal rooms or whatever. what do they eat. what do they do all day when they arent being menaces. -ik it happened in the original but its still very funny that deep blue basically grounded kish hahah. get grounded loser (affectionate) -ichigo's strawberry bento bag is so cute -ichigo BOOKING IT AND LEAPING A RAILING TO THANK AOYAMA FOR THE HANDKERCHIEF LMAO -and then her just awkwardly clutching his back for a full 30 seconds. I imagine he was like 'wtf' -masaya 'i cant figure out my feelings At All bc ive never Felt Them Before Now' aoyama and ichigo 'i feel SO Much So Intensely All The Time, loudly' momomiya are sO Fucking Cute I cant HANDLE anytime they speak to each other. glad aoyama initiated the next date!! -MINT LOSING HER MIND OVER ZAKURO IN UNIFORM. YES. THE GAYS. -cafe mew mews redesign is so cute -zakuro sucking ass at being a server but still being beloved by customers. gay icon -aoyama having an Ichigo Sense whenever shes nearby….I wonder if that has to do with the. U Know. her being a mew and him subconsciously reacting to her powers. am I thinking too hard abt this. maybe. -her goodluck charm is soo cute pls. -ichigo n aoyama smacking the shit out of wasps with sticks together. why was that so iconic -WHY DO the chimera anima ALWAYS fucking knock aoyama down. ik its prob bc theyre after ichigo who is Often Near Him but it makes me laugh every single time. get u a bf whos always a damsel (and also sometimes possessed by the big bad! he has the range) -aoyama lying to ichigo and saying he doesnt recognize her to make her feel ok…bc he sees shes distressed and not ready for him to know….king!!! i KNOW he knows. pls. be less cute u two

EP 8: -my god, showing ichigo's crush on aoyama then mints crush on zakuro directly after. really hammering it home. we GET IT they are IN LOVE. -lettuce scaring the shit out of some punks I am Losing My Mind. the fact dudes like that even walked in this ultragirly cafe…pls -supposedly environmentally minded cafe mew mew goes on a cruise, smth that is notoriously Bad for the Environment. lol -aoyama whipping out those environmental facts on the fly..once again I am saying autistic king. -PUDDINGS SIBLINGS!!! CUTIES. and they gave one of them a sort of personality. thats fun -and her lil sailor hat i am crying shes adorbs -not lettuce being infused with a porpoise and getting seasick awww…poor girl -wait are all the girls (sans ichigo) wearing each others colors in dresses…thats so CUTE I love their dresses -lettuce being SO good with puddings lil siblings further enforces my headcanon that shes a teacher as an adult. fuel for me personally -ichigo u got a MAN ON LAND. getting COZY with shirogane on a BOAT. the scandal. (really tho…dancing is fun! esp with nice music! its ok to have Fun queen. I feel like ryou rly didnt even Think abt what he was doing except trying to give his employee a nice lil time since shes not used to this kinda thing) -and also, he doesnt seem to have a sense of personal space with ANYONE, lol -the ocean turning BLOOD RED and the entire shipped being rocked from giant fish monsters. this is my literal nightmare. ur stuck on a boat, nowhere to GO. HELL NO. I will never be caught on a cruise ship. nightmare fuel -the amount of times mint/ichigo fall on each other or crash into each other. dare I say it again. ichimint can still win -PUDDING TART MEETING FINALLY. THEY ARE SUCH CHILDREN. -pudding holding that fish jaw open. her POWER -BRO THAT FISH SNATCHED A CHILD. -lettuce's dive then transformation sequence was def my fav so far. beautiful animation! -did …lettuce just see a glimpse of the alien's civilization going down?? Ohhh the lore..the plot thickens…when she got close to mew aqua too. hmmm!! thats a new mew aqua power! interesting! taking notes! -YESS MERMAID FORM GOOO -YESSS LETTUCE BEING THE FIRST TO FIND MEW AQUA. she looks SO good -PUDDING BROKE THAT FISHES JAW -of course it was regular orange juice…girl did u think he actually spiked it with like. magic. -ryou is such a nice boss sometimes. pls. im not even a huge ryou/lettuce shipper but theyre cute…

EP 9: -aoyama trying to deny ichigo was his gf when the friend gave him tickets but dude. ur friend never said who he thought ur gf was. u just immediately thought of ichigo. shes totally ur gf lol -did not expect to see seiji again. hm. nice surprise hes so involved with mints life ig, just. surprised -mint u absolutely cannot leave for america. what in the world. i feel bad tho bc the mew thing isnt gonna be forever and this would help but also. mint ur RICH rich. u can prob get any job or college u want bestie -ICHIGOS PJS NOOOO THEYRE SO CUTE. her heat shaped chair and strawberry pillow too!! -all the girls gawking at aoyama like hes a zoo animal. i do the SAME THING when my friends tell me they like someone LMAO theyre so real for this scene. nosy queens -then all of them GOSSPING PLSS LMAO -keiichiro side eyeing ryou while all the girls are looking at aoyama. he sus. rightfully so -THE GIRLS ARE SCHEMINGGGG. and it being zakuros plan. obsessed -THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE THING EVER. THE BEST 4 WING WOMENS IN THE WORLD -MINTS MAN VOICE/CONSTRUCTION COSTUME PLS -nooo old ladies lettuce n pudding…. crying over this entire sequence -ZAKURO AND AOYAMAS ENGLISH. -god they are all such good friends to each other <3 -ive never been so pissed to see kishu. ever. AOYAMA WAS TRYING SO HARD TO WORK UP HIS NERVES AND BEIN SUCH A BRAVE BOY. i hope kishu drowns in the river theyre walking by -god damn aoyama damsel AGAIN its EVERY EPISODE WITH THIS BOY. and I eat it up every single time. pathetic wet boyfriend guy real -kish…u realize if ur trapping them together…theyre gonna bond?? -aoyama clearly not wanting ichigo to have to be a mew bc he doesnt want her to be hurt…oof :( but shes STRONG she can DO IT king just trust her -all the girls attacks look so clean and so nice -either the cafe is SUPER far away from wherever aoyama was going or hes the king of Slow Walking

EP 10: -god damn I love the aliens new ship design SO much. its a creature! -kish is officially ungrounded. good for him I GUESS. -ohh, the tokyo tower stuff! is the season finale going to be a 3 ep long thing?? Very Cool -god damn the tension between aoyama and ryou. lmao -does aoyama just always grab ichigo's wrist when hes nervous? I was joking shes his emotional support cat, but, like, she kinda is -ichigo did u just run off with his jacket LMAO -lord she didnt even kiss him and she turned into a cat -def prefer the old anime's version of cat ichigo. smth abt this new version looks…off?? uncanny?? -oh my god francis IS Back. im Shook. out of all the characters that u didnt need to bring back. u bring the fucked up pervert cat. im losing my mind -ichigo's regrets as shes sinking are so funny im sorry queen -wait her being at risk to stay a cat and becoming more catlike in that form wasnt a super big issue in the og, was it? it seems more dire and time sensitive in this version, in the original it felt a lot more jokey -ppl asking mew mews for help over the government is SOO real. me asf -zakuro on a motorcycle. amen to that brother -from aoyamas POV..ichigo ran off with his jacket, then…he finds it in he river….he must be thinking she just fucking chucked it away LMAO -like he for sure knows shes mew ichigo, though, and noticed the bell?? i mean being a superhero then turning into a cat is a big mental leap ig he'd have no reason to assume its her…the whole sequence is so funny -return of aoyamas dog! my god it acts like like my dog with my cat. being jealous. so real -aoyama sleeping ON THE COVERS and not under them. yeeeep, if anyone watching this didnt see the original this should be the point u realize hes a fucking alien for that one. what in the hell was that toe shot. -his littol jammies tho PLS. if ichigos cat form wasnt so…weirdly uncanny this would be a lot cuter. but also, ichigo, dont kiss him without consent? hello? u know how that feels. even if he does like u back! -the rest of the mews searching desperately, well aware that thousands could die. ichigo, having a crisis bc her crush is cuddling her lap in his sleep. the stakes have never been so high

EP 11: -the aliens posing for the helicopter camera HAHA -no way…mint and zakuro on a motorcycle together….the rituals...they are intricate….. -oh more alien lore -WHAT. did they change it from them being from earth originally??? they…said their HOME planet is no more than dust storms and heat (lava??) now….thats NOT EARTH??? ohhh. interesting. dont think I like that choice…bc them being originally from earth and humans being descended from db explained why the aliens look so humanoid!!!

-perhaps the concept of them being from another planet is a lie the trio was told? (I am def thinking too hard abt it. but also why would mew aqua let her see that? ? activity from a non-earth planet?? why does it suddenly have that power??? its MAGIC WATER.) -oh my god the underground/cave cities!!! fucking line up with my fanfic/headcanons!!! I am Living -PLSSS BABY ALIENS THEY ARE SO CUTE LITTOL PATAOTOES -I do wonder why their planet chose to send (3) children. like its assumed pie as the oldest is prob not older than 17-18? right? and kish is assumedly 15-16, tart is DEF puddings age….they took an entire ship! (that from the one room weve been seeing looks EMPTY, altho maybe thats their. um. special deep blue contacting room?? ?) I wonder how many ships they had to work with, is that the only one? were they entrusting 2 teens and a child with their only ship?? surely not right?? are a lot of the older ppl sick and cant make the trip/fight, or are they busy and too vital to go, so they send the younger ppl so like, child soldiers=less risk if they happen to fail and die?? its like…a Lot of responsibility, so im Wondering. i doubt we will ever get these Answers…but I want them. (and ik the meta answer is they need to be close to the mews age for pairing purposes lol) -so if im understanding correctly, the aliens plan is to kill all humans (who they consider to be ruining the planet, ofc) then…wait on DB? so they assume DB can fix whatever they fuck up with the planet? or the aliens just simply arent affected by the pollution, which they dont seem to be, but they need the planet clean..ish... to grow food, and have livestock, right? interesting. kind of do wonder in an au where the aliens Won, WOULD he have done that, like actually been able and willing to unfuck the pollution stuff? we never really got much insight to him except that he hates humans, so maybe he wouldve? -ohh the aliens going after civilians is SMART. divide n conquer yk. maybe theyve been reading the art of war -boy if u dont shut up with those percentages -kishu stop fueling mints crisis!! fuck off!! im also indecisive as a person so it felt PERSONAL -oh zakuro got CLOSE close to tell mint not to worry rn <3 -ryoukitty…..ryoukittykissy. pls. he just LAYS INTO HER after too. I love how they squabble. they are so funny. masago is my fav but ryouigo is also p good, honestly. I like it for the same reasons I like ichimint...(but ichimint is above ryouchigo bc better colors together, and gay. sorry ryou) -god ichigo dodging that lil birds nest while running was such a sweet little detail!!! and her saying she appreciates life more since becoming a mew and that she wouldnt have met her friends…I nEED A MOMENT IM EMO ABOUT THIS -and her running thru that office. so fun n cute -that one intense rock sounding song they have in the ost that plays as ichigo arrives?? Im obsessed -oh god i feel so bad even knowing whats going to happen. aoyama is gonna just be WAITING. pls no. the secondhand feelings I get from that are so bad. ive been there buddy, being stood up sucks </3

EP 12: -oh my god, in the og anime kish broke her phone, which is BAD, but this time, a chimera ATE IT??? THATS SO MUCH WORSE IMO. at least with the broken phone most companies have insurance, u could prob easily get a new one!! how do u explain a MONSTER ATE UR PHONE. -god damn kish still is a lil crazy huh. i love that and respect it. itd be boring if he was nice but up until now he rly hasnt been a Huge Menace. but some of the faces hes made so far this ep. Yeah! truly a ManYandere -YESSS THEY KEPT THE BIG OLE MOTHS DESIGN BASICALLY THE SAME. one of the most iconic chimeras for sure -im glad ichigos lesbian bffs told aoyama how bad things were, bc he is hyperfocused on Waiting And Thinking abt Ichigo he didnt check any social media or news outlets at all until now ig. most ppl do that while waiting around these days I think. -sorry ik its serious and im tense even knowing itll be fine but ryous voice coming out of masha made me laugh -'your modified bodies can withstand the pollution!' (that would kill everyone else) ok but would this premise not make for a fun fucked up apocalypse AU?? only the magical girls survive AU…. -ichIGO ATTACKING THE ALIENS DIRECTLY!!!! QUEEN YESS GOOO. GET THEIR ASSES -'GET CRAZY' -ICHIGO 2022 -HYPEST SEASON FINALE -mint making her choice to stay in japan bc of ichigo….ichimint win!!! -sorry, where did tart get BOMBS?? I miss the aliens old weapons, ngl -god the ost is SO good I keep saying it but the moment mint is rising up the tower and everyones covering her?? what kind of epic symphony… -LESBIAN ATTACK!!!!!!! SHE LAUNCHED HER INTO THE SKY!!!! i AM OBSESSED -mint being the first to use the mew aqua rod!!! im so happy for her!! and its BLUE!!!! oh it looks precious. theyre all gonna get to use it arent they!! at some point!! thats so great!!! -tho ichigos fun lil spin in the og series was my fav of course, this is still very pretty -the mew aqua rod being a …masha form… is not my fav new thing tho….I LIKED the implications of it being smth ancient from the og anime! oh well -w- I can still pull more from the og anime than this one for my fanfics hahah -aww, I like the strawberry rods new design! I still like the og more I think, but this one isnt bad or anything!! and the attack was amazing tbh -ryou almost had a heart attack. my headcanon of him greying before 20 is real. -ichilettuce pose near the end. cute -….I was fully expecting the blue knight to show up during that fight. season 2, I guess?? -zakumint momence near the end….sweet -OH M Y GOD THEYRE PLAYING THE SONG FOR THE FINALE. THE S O N G. A slowed version, too!! NOPE. i am weeping. I just got hit by 40000 tones of nostalgia -they didnt have to do this to me. AGH -PLEASEE MY GOD I CANT HANDLE THIS. THEYRE SO SWEET. SO TENDER. he 100% saw her ears and was being polite by covering them. -NOOO HES CRYING TOO. THEYRE SO CUTE. HE DOESNT EVEN PRESS FOR AN EXPLANATION EITHER. -and a deep blue tease! ok! kind of expected as much. OOF THOUGH that my sweetheart got me so good im still reeling. the girls mustve lost their minds when they heard that. im girls.

-overall thoughts:

-VERY good!!! there were times the animation got wonky, but that happened many times in the og anime too, so. eh. this one at least kept mostly stylistically similar, whereas in the og the faces style could change WILDLY ep from ep. this one was more like, quality changes from scene to scene but still roughly the same style. which is fine, I know how budget and time restraints are. its Understandable.

-there were other things I def liked better in the og, too, like the outfits n transformations, but the colors here were amazing, the costume colors esp worked super nice when all the girls were in the same shot, they looked awesome together!

-I love that each girl will assumedly get a turn w the mew aqua rod! and it changes color to suit each one!

-I loved the OST. So Much. def gonna have to listen to each song again

-and all of the masago moments were REALLY cute. idk, ppl who know me know I love them both a lot in the og anime and the ship. but this one, it rly felt like they let aoyama be more..shy?? I guess?? it was CUTE. also he was a damsel far more, which was also cute. really, I love Strong Catgirl GF and Awkward Normie Shy BF. (normie for NOW. season 2 when)

-the pacing was nice (I do like the og animes fillers, but I can do w/out them! it still felt fleshed out enough! things happened at a really nice pace when u watch back to back, not sure how it wouldve felt waiting a week between and digesting them more?)

-I didn't super love the changing of the aliens backstory from earth to some rando planet, or masha being the mew aqua rod?? or something?? but those are SUCH minor nitpicks honestly.

-I loved how scheme-y the girls got together. their friendship is so sweet and the best thing from the show for me. mint being the og and ichigo not being like, The Leader (yet?) but all of them feeling pretty equal standing is Nice. they rly seem like real friends and I love just. how supportive they all are of each other!! I rly do feel like they work so well together by the end of the season as a team.

-im glad they kept the animation pretty silly and let the girls make goofy funny faces!!! like, they were still cute/pretty in a lot of shots, but they kept the Silliness and Antics at a Max Level. they felt their age if that makes sense. I appreciate that

-like I KNEW what would happen, but the OST and lighting/color schemes on a lot of the scenes made me like. Genuinely Feel Panicked or Excited!!! (of course I was excited to watch)

-my god 'my sweetheart' got my blood PUMPING HEART RACING AT THE END I COULDNT BELIEVE IT. AAAAH!!!

-when is season 2 I need it NOW!!! Im still glad I waited to watch, bc now I have fanart to go thru :3 and I didnt have to wait to watch the next ep, waiting for s2 is gonna HURT. I want it SOON.

#tmm #tmmn #tmmn spoilers #tokyo mew mew #sanchoyorambles #tmmn liveblog #tmm liveblog

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avversiera-writes · 4 years ago

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try again; in everyday we breathe life [tobirama senju/you] - chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Then

Summary: some comedy,, more doing the deedddd, some comedic relief, hah! light-hearted stuff while the glaring dramatic irony lingers

Word Count: ~4k

Author’s Note: ik ik it’s been a while! almost done tho. thank you for reading <3

also on AO3.

Chapter 1 - Now | Chapter 2 - Then, part 1 | Chapter 2 - Then, part 2 | Chapter 3 - Now |

Tobirama is busy meeting with delegates from Kumogakure, and you are stuck being a wife in your own home, trying not to get embarrassed in front of the servants as you talk about replacing the broken bed in your room and changing the curtains around the house, or some other household detail that needs attending. You also talk with the cook in the kitchen about dinner, as Tobirama’s students are going to come over tonight, and you want to make sure that the food will be up to their tastes.

You trudge through your day until past noon, deciding that it is a good time to drop by the Hokage mansion to get your stubborn husband to eat something. The more Tobirama gets busy, the more he ignores the simplest ways to sustain himself. It is even harder to get him off when he is hard at work and is very focused on his tasks. He has a way of zeroing in on whatever he is doing, and while he is quite efficient at it, hours can pass him by before he even considers taking a break.

This part of Tobirama, you admire and loathe him for it, because he rarely thinks about taking care of himself. It has always been work for him, and you know that he enjoys it more than anything, despite the stress that it brings him.

Now that you have taken a step back from being an active shinobi, you are able to look after him in your own way. There are times he resists being looked after, but after some pushing and prodding on your part, he would grudgingly accept it.

Being married to him and getting to know more sides of him is thrilling, and it makes you fall for him even more.

In your bedroom, preparing to drop by the Hokage office, you study your clothes, deciding which kimono you should wear and which outer robe or pair of sandals you want to match it with. You have never really thought about fashion that much, because you often opted for practical clothing. Now that you are the Hokage's wife, you know you have to look the part, and also, it does not hurt to wear something pretty for your husband.

After deciding with a light green kimono with a slit on the left leg, and pairing a yellow outer coat to complement it, you step out of the bedroom to head down the kitchen.

The house is quiet, except for the quiet footsteps just outside the house, indicating that the servants of the house are keeping away to give you some privacy. You really do not mind their company, but they are gone before you can express your sentiments.

You make a mental note to change that. Despite being in a village where classes of people are blurred, it seems to be different within clans. You know that some of the Senju have married with the common folk and into other clans, but since the two heads of the clan are Hokage, that part of the family is treated almost like royalty.

You shake your head. Hierarchies were the least of your problems, especially one that involves family. In the shinobi world, it is simpler, and there are many opportunities to move up your rank. Whereas, being part of the more mundane life, it is a whole different world from what you knew.

You uncover the pan where the cook had left the fried fish that Tobirama likes and you begin to pack it into a box, along with rice and some side dishes that he sometimes eats along with this kind of dish. You prepare his tea, and a few rice cakes, then you wrap everything into a nice blanket to make it easier to carry.

Footsteps approach the long kitchen, and you whirl around, only to spot Miura Kimiko.

“My lady, I am so sorry to interrupt!” Kimiko expresses.

“Oh, it’s you,” you greet. You throw a smile at the last minute to reassure that there is nothing to worry about. You are completely caught off-guard by her presence, since no one is really around you at the moment. “I have been meaning to talk to you.”

Kimiko smiles kindly. “Really?”

You let out a nervous giggle. “Well, it turns out that I may need your help after all. You know, with the...” You trail off and you give Kimiko an embarrassed look.

Kimiko’s face lights up in joy, and you finally let out a genuine smile. “That’s great, my lady!”

You press a hand to your forehead and laugh. “I had no idea that he would be so quick to decide. He seemed very eager.”

Kimiko laughs, and you take Tobirama’s wrapped lunch.

“I see,” Kimiko walks towards you, and pauses at the cupboards. “I will have to make a quick trip to the market. We can talk later, and I can show you and give you your first batch of tea for fertility purposes. Then, along the way, we’ll talk of the supplements that will ensure a healthy birth.”

You meet her eyes. “Thank you, Kimiko-san. I really appreciate this.” You give her a small bow. “I will put my trust in you.”

“I am honored, my lady,” Kimiko replies, and from there, you leave her be in the kitchen to make your way towards the Hokage office.

There was some waiting to be done, once you get in the Hokage office. The mansion is flourishing with many people, delegates and their aides that have been authorized to stay there for the duration of their visit. It seems that peace negotiations are coming along well, judging by the atmosphere of the place. There is no tension that you feel. You hope that Tobirama’s alliance with Kumo will come along soon, though you foresee the many months of more political talks that will ail his office hours.

Sensing that Tobirama will not be available immediately, you tell one of his guards that you will be waiting in the library for him, and make your way there.

You smile at the familiar sight, the moment you step in. It has been a while since you have been here, in this place, where you and Tobirama had spent a lot of your earlier years together, and where your love probably first budded from. You learned more from each other through observation and silence, and of course, your nonstop banter that somehow turned into a dance of flirtationship.

It seems so long ago.

You look to the table where the two of you had spent countless hours poring over research books, record books and writing into scrolls and manuscripts about plans for the growing Academy. This place has evolved–it used to be smaller. There are now more bookshelves that are being filled with newer books, and the restricted section, only accessible to those jounin level and higher, are also growing, no doubt due to your husband’s non-stop inventions. He had a huge hand in writing a lot of academic research and theory that will certainly help the future generations. That is what he is hoping for, after all, to build something that will last.

You finally sit at your table, where dust is gathering and swirling in motes due to the sunlight peering in from the window. There is a clock at the back of the library, and it clicks loudly, echoing in the dusty, warm place to signal the passing time.

You trace a finger on the table, remembering that Tobirama found it childish that you doodle on random things, and then you remember telling him off and to mind his own business.

“What are you smiling about?” Tobirama’s voice interrupts your thoughts and you turn your head to his direction. He comes closer and he glances at the table, probably coming into a realization. “I see. You were a bit of a terror back then.”

Tobirama sits across from you, and you notice that he is wearing his Hokage clothes.

“Long day?” You ask.

“The day has not even begun to start,” Tobirama sighs, and he begins to roll his sleeves back. “It is hard to keep track of the delegates coming in and out, and harder to make sure that our own delegates in Kumo are not messing up anything.”

“Well, have a little faith,” you tell him.

Tobirama rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure a little faith will do it. One of them, by the way, is my eldest nephew, and he is everything Hashirama is and none of his mother’s tact and charm.”

“Your brother is charming, stop it.” You crack a smile.

Tobirama narrows his eyes at you as he unpacks the lunch you have brought him. “Yes, he has charm, and he is sunshine and all about inspiration, that will dazzle the leaders of Kumogakure.”

You roll your eyes. “This is a good thing. He gets to show off the youthfulness that peaceful times can only bring.”

If Tobirama could laugh out loud, this moment would be it. However, he lets out a huff of breath with a small smile, his version of being amused. “Perhaps. That ought to be the winning argument.”

You let Tobirama eat in peace, and instead, decide to wander around the library to find the old places you used to crash into when you and Tobirama had to pull all-nighters, or when you just needed some space from him being a blunt asshole. You pull out the books that he used to recommend you, and flip through the pages where he had left tiny notes and markers for you to find. All of them, you have kept and preserved.

Back then, you found this part of Tobirama confusing and annoying, because he keeps passing you one book after another in the guise of studying it, but now that you think about it, this was his way of letting you know that he was interested. You remember the folded papers and bookmarks that would fall out when you open them, and your miffedness from trying to collect them from the ground. You were convinced that Tobirama was out to get you.

“You know what, husband, I take it back. You were a bit of a charmer back then,” you note as you sense him approaching. You slide the book back into its shelf, creating a cleaner path from the dust.

“And you were quite mean,” Tobirama says with a hint of mock wonder. “What were your words? That I was a senile, arrogant bastard who can go stick–”

“Alright, alright,” you interrupt and shoot him a glare. “I said I take it back.”

“Yes, but my poor heart,” Tobirama sarcastically replies.

You look at him, feigning bewilderment. “Are you joking around with me? Wow ! You are capable of such things!”

Tobirama smirks. “I am capable of many things.”

You scoff. “Your audacity at this moment, Lord Nidaime.”

Tobirama does not even look like there is a hint of shame on that proud, stoic face of his.

You bite back a smirk, and the two of you stare at each other for a short moment. The air between you changes, and before you know it, Tobirama is pushing you against the bookshelves, his mouth on yours, and his rough hands slipping through the slit of your kimono to grope your hips. You hear books fall to the floor and scrolls rolling on its surface, and your hand goes above your head to find some sort of purchase.

“Maybe I should have done this earlier and saved us the confusion of finding out if we really did like each other,” Tobirama roughly whispers into your ear.

“If you did, I would have certainly, absolutely have stabbed my katana into your–”

Tobirama steals your last words by pushing his tongue through your mouth and you moan, pleased.

“Can you really afford to waste time like this?” You gasp as Tobirama delves into your neck intensely.

“I’m the Hokage,” Tobirama answers curtly.

“Some abuse of power right there.”

You close your eyes as Tobirama’s hands cup your ass and presses you against his body, where you can feel his half-aroused erection. You grind against him, and he pushes you into the bookshelf again, where you can feel the edge of the shelves pressing against your back.

“Haven’t you had enough?” You ask him beguilingly.

Tobirama stares at you with a serious expression, and something about it makes you weak. “Of you?” He plants a tender kiss on your lips. “If you begin to impose too much.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, goodbye. I’ll see you at home. Enjoy your erection.”

You attempt to leave his grasp, but he steadies you in one place with firm hands.

“Where are you going, and with this cut in your clothing? Let’s put it into good use, shall we?” Tobirama says in a low voice.

He whirls you around, and hikes up your clothes up to your hips. The cool air makes you shiver, and you grab onto a shelf to steady yourself. Tobirama is taller, and he is pulling you against himself, making your balance unsteady.

Your husband runs a hand between your thighs, and you can’t help but moan when he begins to rub his fingers against your heat. He stops, and then you hear quick shuffling of clothes behind you. You reach behind you to feel Tobirama and you let out a low chuckle when you realize that he has opted to shed his Hokage robes.

“You have got it bad, Lord Nidaime,” you murmur.

“Yes, poor me, whatever shall I do now,” he says quickly. He grips your hip and positions it so that he can perfectly align against your entrance.

Then, he slips in, and you let out a long drawn moan as he sheathes himself inside you completely.

You hear him murmur curses, and you gasp as he rears back, only to slam himself back in with a precision that immediately paints your vision white. You forget you have legs, and you almost fall down as Tobirama begins to thrust into you unforgivingly. You let out a cry, and his hand quickly slaps over your mouth.

You hear his harsh breaths, getting louder and faster. Your lower back curves a little bit more, and the angle changes, and Tobirama begins to pound the spot that makes your body buck into him wildly.

With nothing to support yourself, you accidentally tear the shelf in half above your head, and more books come crashing into the floor. Tobirama moves the two of you away from the mess, and he plasters you against the wall. You can only gasp as he resumes his fucking, and the slick sounds of skin against skin, of the neck-breaking speed that Tobirama snaps his hips to, makes you come so hard that you only remember worrying about the roof or the floor caving in until Tobirama places you on a table, and begins to fuck you there.

You cry out, slewing curses with a creativity that only comes when you are high.

The table beneath you breaks, and Tobirama lowers your conjoined bodies onto the floor. You hold on to his shoulders, and lean back as he uses his tongue and his lips trace your neck and to plant light bruises there. You grind into him, chasing another high, and you end up pulling at his hair to expose more of his neck.

You suck on the side of his neck, and his hands on your hips begin to guide you into a slow, agonizing rhythm. Finally, the two of you kiss, and Tobirama gives you a hard thrust upwards that sends your legs flailing, and you feel his cock twitch inside you as he breeds you with his hot seed.

“Oh my gods,” you murmur, but you are not sure if you have said it out loud.

Tobirama is still breathing harshly against your shoulder, and he is holding onto you like a tight coil. You feel his heart thundering against his chest, and as you come to, Tobirama shows no sign of letting up his grip. Slowly, you run a hand down his arm to soothe him. You give light kisses on the side of his face, and you continue to caress him gently.

"Too much?" You ask teasingly.

Tobirama coughs, and even that sounds embarrassed. "We're really doing this."

"It hasn't set in yet, huh?"

Tobirama squeezes your waist with his arms as his reply and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Are you going to let go of me?" You ask tentatively.

Tobirama lets out a sigh and you stifle a giggle. It is rare to catch a very soft Tobirama.

"Are you not tired?" Tobirama asks.

"No, not at all." You lean back and narrow your eyes at him. "Are you? Is your age catching up?"

Tobirama scoffs and he immediately scowls. "I am not that old, and I can go for more if you want."

You lean towards him languorously, a victorious smile spreading across your lips. "Yes, but you have a job to do."

Tobirama slowly eases you off of him. "They can wait. I think I'll get a chronic migraine because of some hard to please delegates."

"With that expression of yours, one might think you already do," you can't resist saying back.

Tobirama stares at you blankly. "Now I get why people are wondering why I married you,” he deadpans.

“I beg to differ, Lord Nidaime, I’m quite the catch,” you smile cheekily as you watch Tobirama’s ears flush pink.

You give your husband a few quick kisses on the lips before he can react, and you move away to stand up and gather yourself.

“Whoah.” Your legs wobble slightly as you take a step.

Tobirama catches you by the elbow, and you feel your face blush from his action.

“Careful,” he warns.

“Right,” you say in a quiet voice. You survey the damage and you swallow nervously. “Um...I am going to stay here, and clean up and also make sure that I do not look like I just got mugged.”

Tobirama throws you a dirty look as he searches for his clothes. “Don’t worry about the mess, I will take care of it.”

“I was talking about myself,” you run a hand through your hair.

Tobirama quickly puts on his clothes, and you watch him, surrounded by the broken bookshelves and the books littered on the floor. You can sense that the two of you are panicking about getting caught, or having someone walk in here, especially when the Hokage mansion is housing so many people.

“You’re the worst,” you blurt out.

Tobirama raises an eyebrow and slides on his sandals. His serious expression becomes funnier as his hard features begin to morph into helplessness. You note the blooming bruises on his neck, and you gesture at it, with the same helplessness.

“Right,” Tobirama awkwardly says and tugs his collar up.

The two of you stare at each other with the familiarity of two strangers in the wrong place, and Tobirama skeeters out of the library in the most elegant way that he can muster, and when he is gone, you slide to the floor, staring at the space in front of you, then, you begin to laugh out loud.

Instead of going straight home, you try your best to clean up the library, and to check your image on the glass window to make sure you look representable. Then, you wait for Tobirama in a common lounge since this whole ordeal took the whole afternoon, and it is now nearing dinner.

You wrap your outer coat tighter, and try to mask the slight limp that you have developed over the course of the afternoon.

Finally, your husband is out of his work’s clutches for now, and the two of you hurry home, trying to beat Tobirama’s students there so that the two of you can freshen up.

However, your plans are ruined, when you find the six of them standing on the yard, aghast as the servants haul out the bed that the two of you have broken, and they watch, as a new bed is carried into the house.

Tobirama stiffens beside you, and you manage a small smile, knowing that you look disheveled as you feel.

In the yard, both Hiruzen and Danzo look horrified, Torifu is pale, Kagami and Homura have their mouths opened, and in all of their eyes you can see a growing realization, while Koharu struggles to keep her face from deviating from her usual strict expression.

Tobirama stands beside you, calm and collected, regal and shameless. He nods, and he leaves you in the yard and walks abruptly into the house.

“EW!” The boys shouted.

Koharu rolls her eyes and she starts to walk away. "Get it together," she snaps.

You resist the urge to put a hand on your face to cover up your embarrassment, and instead, choose to walk towards the house with your whole chest.

To be continued...

Chapter 5 - Then >>

#angelica writes #Tobirama Senju #Senju Tobirama #tobirama x you #tobirama x reader #naruto fanfiction #you never said goodbye timeline/au #'til death do us part

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suhoerections · 6 years ago

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Temporary Fix

➵ Pairing: Frat boy!Chanyeol x reader

➵ Word Count: 5.5k (bout 2- 3k is smut)

➵ Genre: Smut, some fluff???, Crack??? idk but defs smut

➵ AU: College

➵ Warnings: Unprotected sex || Fingering || Public sex ||

➵ Plot: Chanyeol is everything you need, he’s your temporary fix

➵ Tag List: Idk i just felt like yall would like to be tagged,,, @kyungseokie @ninibears-erigom @rosyyeols @chanyeolol @fairyyeols @taetaesbaebaepsae

➵ A/N: FUCK,,,, also its inspired by this song (yebo ik its 1D but leave my inner 12 yo fan girl alone) AND i made that moodboard thingie for the post so don’t repost it without credit or you’ll be worse than comic sans

Bodies moved around you to a pulsating rhythm that seeped through the frat house. The music was loud and some upbeat tune that droned in the base of your skull.

You worked your way through the ocean of couples grinding against each other, your destination the kitchen bench filled with enough alcohol to get three times the amount of people here drunk.

“Hey! Y/N!” The voice cut through the crowd of people, a lanky form weaseling through the horde to get to you.

“Hm?” You turned around, noticing the fluffy halo of Baekhyun’s black hair bobbing through the sea of bodies.

“There you are!” He exclaimed, the curve of his waist already attached to the form of some random guy, his lips swollen with a post make out pinkness. “I almost had a heart attack when I couldn’t find you.”

Your eyebrow cocked instinctively, a small chuckle filling the space between you.

“Baekhyun… I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.” Your eyes flicked momentarily to the blushing boy beside him, bashful dimples formed in his cheeks as a pink scattered the skin.

“Hey!” Baek sassed, “Just because I’m sucking face with someone doesn’t mean you can run off on me.”

You scoffed, arms folding over you chest at your best friend’s brashness.

“I’m not going to third wheel you and…?” You looked toward the boy standing next to him, eyebrow cocking in prompt for his name.

“Yixing.” He said shyly, black hair falling into his face, hand clasping Baekhyun’s tightly.

“You are not third wheeling! I’m meant to be your wingman!” A pout formed on his lips, a grumpy expression similar to a toddlers crossing his features.

“Baek, go have fun with your friend.” You urged, gently nudging his foot with your own. “I’m gonna get some drinks.”

“At least let us come with you.” He grumbled in response, lips forming a larger pout. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You shrugged, turning around and walking into the kitchen, Baekhyun following close behind with Yixing’s hand intertwined with his own.

The kitchen bench held a variety of cheap alcohol befitting to the college party, the granite surface covered in bottles upon bottles of liquor.

The glass of the vodka felt cool in your hands as you poured it into the red plastic cup, your eyes scanning the thankfully less crowded kitchen.

“Xing,” Baekhyun cooed behind you, his nimble hands reaching around to nab the vodka bottle out of your hands. “Do you want a drink?”

Yixing stood there, dimples forming again as a shy smile spread across his face and his reply sounded in the small space between the three of you; “Sure.”

He seemed out of place at the frat party, his oversized sweater and cute apparel screaming night at home rather than raging, alcohol induced, college student gathering. Though he obviously caught Baekhyun’s eye - his fluttering eyelashes and small smiles already indicating that he was more than interested in Yixing.

The taste of alcohol was prominent as you sipped the drink, leaning against the granite bench casually. Your eyes surveyed the kitchen - the room less active than the bustling living room yet also alive with conversations that filled the smaller space.

You must of caught his eye, because he approached you first, a hint of a smirk tainting his handsome features as he sauntered over to you, overconfidence lacing his steps.

“Hey beautiful.” He drawled, the basic introduction causing you to hold back a scoff.

Baekhyun must've noticed the stranger before you, his hand already interlaced with Yixing’s and disappearing into the crowded living area.

You forced a small smile onto your face, praying to whatever God that this stranger would leave.

“Hello.” You responded, already hiding behind your cup of alcohol, sipping the comforting substance.

Whoever this guy was, it was no doubt he was interested. His eyes were glued to your body in the tight shirt that accentuated the curve of your breasts and waist. The gaze of this stranger taking you in hungrily.

“I’m Sehun.” He introduced, his lips curling into a smirk and his inky hair falling into his eyes in shaggy strands.

You had to bite back the urge to respond with; I’m not interested, but you didn’t, opting for speaking your name with a small smile.

“Ahh, that’s pretty,” Sehun’s smirk widened and you anticipated the words before he said them, “Would sound prettier echoing around my room tonight.”

It took almost all your willpower not to cringe, not to rear away from the stranger in front of you and just run and hide in a corner. Anywhere away from him.

A scoff sounded from across the kitchen bench where you stood, bringing your attention to a handsome stranger pouring himself a drink.

His chocolate eyes met yours, twinkling with a kindness that you didn’t see in most people, his smile holding back a laugh as he overheard Sehun’s poor attempt at a pick up line. He intrigued you, his black, fluffy hair falling into his eyes in a shagginess that was cute and quite the opposite of Sehun’s over gelled strands. The worn leather jacket and plain white tee accentuated the bad boy vibe surrounding him.

Sehun must of noticed the split second exchange between you and the other stranger, your demeanour changing from closed off to open, but not for him.

“Hey sweetheart, how you getting home?” He spoke, trying to divert your attention back to him - and it worked, though you only did it out of courtesy.

“My friend is probably taking me home, he dropped me off.” You didn’t mean to sound so uninterested and bitchy but you couldn’t help it, your tone as monotonous as you can be without sounding like a complete robot.

“Friend? And he’s a he?” Sehun cocked an eyebrow, intrigued as to whether this was actually a ‘friend’.

You huffed an amused smirk, “His name is Baekhyun and he’s gay.”

“Oh…” He trailed, pausing momentarily as he tried to think of how to fill the awkward silence between you both.

“Don’t waste your breath bud, she’s not interested.” The stranger spoke with a deep voice, his grin hidden behind a cup and his demeanour casual as he leant against the granite bench. A small, appreciative smile crept onto your face as you turned to him slightly.

Sehun scoffed, a sour look crossing his face as he surveyed the stranger in front of him.

“Like you have a better chance.” He grumbled, but thankfully got the hint, stalking off to hit up some other chick.

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you had been holding in, your eyes flicking to the man behind the kitchen bench.

“Thank you.” The relief laced the tone of your voice as you thanked the handsome stranger.

He shrugged, the gesture casual yet entrancing as his eyes danced across your features.

“You just look like the type of girl who’s tired of standing with somebody who doesn’t know what you like.” His voice was deep, husky and filled with mystery. A smirk fell across his features as his eyes wandered across your body in a suggestive gesture.

“I guess you could say that.” You spoke, a smirk creeping up on your features as you looked into the chocolate abyss of his sparkling eyes, “You saying you know what I like?” Your head cocked playfully as you spurted up your mustered confidence into the question.

An equally playful smirk adorned his face, his perfect lips curving mischievously. “I’m pretty sure I could figure it out.” He drawled, the deepness of his voice sending shivers of excitement down your spine. “I’m Chanyeol.” He casually spoke, eyes flickering down your body once again.

You could barely comprehend your name coming off your lips as your eyes met Chanyeol’s, his gaze seemingly putting you under a spell of him, though the moment was soon broken as a cold hand gripped your wrist.

“Thank God you’re here, Jongdae is playing 7 minutes in heaven upstairs and he’s only doing it to get in Minseok’s-” Baekhyun’s voice cut off as he surveyed Chanyeol standing behind the bench. A slight smirk toyed at the edge of your best friend’s lips as his eyes raked over the man in front of him. “Bring your friend.”

Chanyeol looked to you with a smile that seemed to be holding back a laugh, his lips dancing on the edge of his cup as if it was the only thing stopping him from bursting out with a chuckle.

“I’ll come.” He chimed in, deep voice relaxed and smooth yet his gaze trained on you with an unspoken question of ‘will you be there?’.

A relaxed shrug was the least you could muster without bursting out of nerves and excitement at Chanyeol’s implied interest.

“Why not?” You questioned, though it was left unanswered as Baekhyun looped an arm with yours, his eyes dancing back to Chanyeol with a flirtatious smirk.

“Hm I like this one better than the other guy.” Baek hummed in your ear, his gaze now on your features.

“Me too.” You cooed back, a smirk forming on your lips as you felt Chanyeol’s arm snake around your waist.

His touch was not one you were expecting but it was amazing nonetheless. The warmth of him seeping through the tight fabric of your shirt, his hand large and encompassing as his touch seemingly soothed you. A scent of musk and an earthy home tickled your senses as he moved in closer to you, the smell of him more inviting than that of sweat and beer most of the frat boys wore.

“Is it okay if I come?” Chanyeol leaned down to whisper in your ear, his body pressing against your own as you made your way through the swarm of people to the staircase.

“I don’t see why not.” You smiled, your body already melting into his inviting touch.

Baekhyun’s sudden break away from you brought your attention to him tugging on your hand, leading you both up the stairs in a rushed manner. “Hurry up,” He whined, lips forming a pout as he almost yanked you out of Chanyeol’s grip, “I saw some twink checking out Yixing and I need to make sure he’s not getting cornered.”

“We’re coming.” You assured, reaching the top of the stairs and following him down the hallway.

It was seemingly less busy upstairs, drunk people wandering around for a toilet and a few socks on door handles was all there was to see. Most of the partygoers were downstairs, knocking back booze and hot boxing smaller rooms.

Baekhyun knocked on the last door down the plain hallway, the frenzied bangs carrying out into the room.

“Jongdae better open this fucking door or I swear-” He grumbled, waiting impatiently.

A squeeze on your hip brought you back to Chanyeol, his lips ghosting your ear as he whispered over Baekhyun’s grumbles. “This Baekhyun? The gay friend?” His question tickled the shell of your ear, his breath tantalising and hot on your neck.

“What gave it away? Him checking you out?” You laughed, an amused smile lighting up your features.

“I mean-”

“Baekhyun.” A mop of brown hair and a cheshire cat smile appeared behind the now open door, “Took you long enough.” Jongdae cooed, his kitty grin spreading as his eyes landed on Chanyeol, gaze sweeping across his muscular body.

“I only brought them here so they can make out.” Baekhyun spoke casually, his hand waving in a dismissive gesture as he walked past the man in the doorway and into the dimly lit room.

A light blush scattered across your cheeks as you followed him in wordlessly, swallowing a thick ball of nerves as you heard Chanyeol shuffle in behind you and the door click shut. The only thing easing your beating heart was his hand gently settling on the small of your back.

A small group of people you were vaguely acquainted with sat in a loose circle on the floor, a few you remembered from Baekhyun’s friend group that he tagged along with to hit up gay bars. Their eyes watched as you and Chanyeol joined the circle, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you into his warmth as you both sat.

“So~ Who wants to do the honors?” Jongdae smirked, eyes flicking around the small circle attentively, his gaze analytical and searching as his cheshire cat grin only accentuated the mischief in his look.

Baekhyun grabbed the bottle, his nimble fingers throwing it across the circle to hit Chanyeol square in the chest.

“You go first.” Your best friend smirked, his lips curving into a mischievous grin as his hand toyed with Yixing’s.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows raised above the line of his boyish cut hair, the rugged strands falling into his clouded eyes as his hand reached out to place the bottle in the middle of the circle.

Your heart rate increased as you watched the dim lights of the room dance across the glassy surface of the empty beer bottle. Chanyeol’s body was comforting as you leaned into him, fiddling with the hem of his white tee in nervousness and hope that it would land on you.

The neck of the bottle spun around in a circle quickly, the movement fast and blurring as it whizzed around in a spiral of tightly coiled anticipation.

The bottle stopped.

And your heart sunk.

It was like being dumped in cold water, your stomach doing a flip as the glass pointed in the dreaded direction of Yixing. A deep blush scattered his cheeks and as he seemingly sunk into his oversized jumper.

“Fuck off.” Baekhyun scoffed, reaching out to pluck the bottle off the floor and point it towards you, “You are not getting 7 minutes in heaven with Xing.” His demeanour was defensive yet his eyes sparkled as they met your own, urging you to go with Chanyeol.

A cocky smirk lit up Chanyeol’s features as his hand squeezed your hip gently, the action sending a shiver of excitement to run down your spine. “Fine then,” he spoke deeply, voice laced with confidence and adrenaline.

Jongdae shrugged, unbothered by the obvious cheating on Baekhyun’s behalf. “Whatever floats your boat, the bathroom is just there.” He commented, flicking his wrist in the direction of an ensuite. “If you make a mess, clean it up.”

A few snickers arose from the group as you stood with Chanyeol, heart beating erratically against your chest, muscles seized in a thrilled anxiety that rattled your body with arousal and desperation.

“You okay with this?” Chanyeol whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh in a sensory pleasure that had you holding back a whimper.

“Perfectly fine.” You cooed back, an anticipatory smile creeping its way onto your features as you tried to soothe your beating heart - which only intensified as you stepped foot into the dark bathroom.

There was a moment of processing as the door clicked shut behind Chanyeol, sealing you both in the small room.

And that was it.

Chanyeol closed the space first, his movements desperate as he crossed the small space to you. The palms of his hands were hot, burning as they gripped your hips harshly, pulling you into his even hotter body.

Chanyeol was like a star - burning and intense as his lips hit yours in an intense crescendo of lust and want. His tongue was hot, the muscle moving against your own as you melted into his chest, fingers instinctively tangling in the inky strands of his hair.

He was a great kisser, fantastic in fact. His lips were plush and cushion-like as they moulded your own perfectly, his tongue teasing as if he could work it better elsewhere and his teeth nipped against your lip whenever the need for air had you pulling away.

It was heaven.

You lit up underneath his touch as he moved his hands around your body - Chanyeol being the switch to make you respond just how he wants it. It made you more aroused than you already were, the heat between your legs only heightening as he gripped your thighs tightly.

“Jump for me, baby.” Chanyeol directed, his voice gruff and dripping with lust as his fingers dug further into your thighs.

You obeyed; allowing him to lift you onto the bathroom bench with ease. A few bottles of various lotions and body washes crashed to the floor, the sound loud in the small space - yet you were both too occupied to care.

Chanyeol’s lips were on yours again, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before trailing down your jaw and neck. His hand gripped your hip tightly, the other trailing along your exposed thigh. Your breath hitched, chest heaving against his wandering hand as his fingers teased and tickled the sensitive flesh close to your throbbing core.

His teeth nipped your sweet spot, your neck craning on instinct as he sucked a small mark into the skin. A smirk tainted his lips as he continued to mark and tease you, his fingers inching higher with every nip and tug against the delicate flesh of your neck.

A whimper escaped your lips as you felt your clit throb, the action sending sparks of pleasure through your body and a wetness to stain the cotton panties you wore underneath the skirt. The cotton panties Chanyeol was so close to touching, his fingers near enough to graze the wetness he had caused.

“Can I?” He breathed, the question heavy in the air as his fingers toyed with the elastic of your panties.

“Yes.” You responded, your statement barely a whisper - but it was all he needed to shove the cotton aside and bring the pad of his finger against your clit.

A whimper filled the small space as you gripped his biceps harshly, the sensation of your fingers digging into the chiseled muscle cause Chanyeol to moan low in his throat. He worked his calloused finger against the swollen nub, his breath hot on your neck as his other hand gripped your ass harshly.

The feeling engulfed your body in pleasure, tendrils of desire and arousal seizing you in a coil of pure bliss.

“Ch-Chanyeol~” His name fell off your lips, the two syllables breathy and half moaned as they filled the dark bathroom.

“Fuck.” He muttered the curse, deep voice turning you into a puddle as he pulled his finger off your clit, inserting 2 digits into you slowly. A whimper escaped your lips as he started hard and fast pace with his fingers, curling them to graze your spot with every thrust.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His breath got hotter on your neck, bringing his lips closer to nip the skin teasingly. Your fingers tightened in his hair instinctively, tugging on the messy locks as his fingers fucked you closer to your release.

“We need to get out of here.” You half moaned next to his ear, body arching into his hand.

Chanyeol pulled away, eyes meeting your own - the orbs glazed with arousal and need as he surveyed your disheveled form, body succumbed to his fingers. A low growl sounded in his throat as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his swollen lips before sucking your wetness off them.

Your breath hitched as you watched him suck your arousal off his fingers, the action sparking a desperation within you.

A desperation for Chanyeol.

“How do we go without the others noticing?” He questioned, helping you off the bench.

A devilish smirk lit up your features as you gestured toward the large window over the expensive bathtub. “How else?”

Chanyeol cocked an eyebrow, walking over to the window and poking his head out in question.

“Yeah, there’s a roof underneath. We can do it.” He turned back around, holding his hand out for you as an invitation.

“We better be quick, the others will be knocking on the door soon.” You noted, grabbing onto Chanyeol’s hand.

He climbed out first - insisting that he’d help you down. His lanky form accidentally banging on the window sill by accident.

“Yeol, be careful.” You giggled, watching him rub his head with a grimace, “They’ll hear us.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, helping you onto the platform roof outside the window. “Like they didn’t hear your moans before?” He countered, lips curling into a shit head smirk.

“Shut up.” You wacked his muscly arm gently, poking your tongue out in mock annoyance.

Chanyeol chuckled, the sound hearty in the crisp night air, a small breeze lightly carrying the melody of his laugh away. The moonlight hit his handsome features, the silver beams accentuating his beauty as he smiled at you. It took your breath away, the sound of the raging frat party drowning out in the singular moment on the roof that you shared with Chanyeol.

“I’ll jump down and I’ll help you off, ok?” He asked, walking down to the edge of the roof, being careful not to slip on the tiles.

“Okay.” You spoke, following his careful footsteps to the edge and watching him jump down with ease - his height making it possible to happen without hurting himself.

“Come on.” Chanyeol jokingly urged, his hands reaching up as if he was going to catch you.

You sat on the edge of the roof, being careful not to sit on the gutter as you shimmied to as far as you could get.

“Stop mucking around. Just jump, I’ll catch you.” He waved his hands gently, signalling you into his inviting arms.

You bit your lip gently - it wasn’t exactly the shortest distance down and you were scared you’d hurt him, but you took a leap of faith as you heard Baekhyun crash into the bathroom.

“WHERE ARE YOU SHITHEADS I’VE BEEN KNOCKING FOR THE PAST 5 MINUTES.” Baek’s yell carried out the window, prompting Chanyeol to mutter an urged ‘quick’.

Your eyes widened as you hopped from the edge and landing in Chanyeol’s arms securely.

“What’d I tell ya, baby cakes?” He teased, smirking as he pulled you into his chest.

“Shut up.” You teased back, grinning stupidly as you melted into him, his scent and warmth seeping into you invitingly. A small commotion from the window brought your attention back to Baekhyun, his loud voice being distinctive in the night air as him and a few others talked loudly from the bathroom.

Chanyeol laughed, the delicious sound making your focus on him once again.

“Come on, let’s go.” His hand interlaced with your own as he ran off into the night with you.

“A car?” You cocked your eyebrow, stopping outside a sleek, black mustang. Though it was one of the old ones - the type from the 60s that were hardly around anymore. It suited Chanyeol perfectly, the black leather and retro look fitting his James Dean, ‘bad boy’ aura.

Chanyeol smirked at your question, popping the back door open and waving a hand out for you to enter, “Ladies first.”

You smirked back as you walked up to the door, slipping into the dark interior.

“I parked it out here so no drunk assholes would bang it up.” Chanyeol spoke, closing the door and encasing you both inside, “But I suppose the seclusion is serving another purpose now.”

He started closing the small distance between you both, bringing his body close to your own. Chanyeol’s car smelt so much like him it was intoxicating and with him so close - you were drowning in him.

And you loved it.

“I suppose it is.” You cooed gently, leaning into his broad chest.

Chanyeol didn’t bother replying, his lips finding your own in the dark space, hands silently wandering your body. You kissed back, deepening it as you got hung up in him. His lips moulded with your own perfectly, tongue gently dipping into your mouth as he opened up to you.

A small whimper escaped you as he grabbed your breast harshly, kneading it through the thin fabric of your shirt and bra. Chanyeol growled in response - the sound sending arousal to run through you like a drug as he nipped your lip.

His hands started to wander more, the digits dipping under the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head as he kissed you harder, more desperately.

“Yeollie.” You moaned the nickname as he pulled away, only to have his lips to crash into your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the sensitive skin.

He broke away again once more, tugging your shirt over your head and discarding it somewhere within the car.

A gasp fell off your lips as you felt the cool night air on your nipples through the thin lace of your bra. Chanyeol smirked as he saw the perky nubs, bringing his fingers up to give one of them a quick pinch. The action sparked a small moan from you, fingers tightening on his shoulders.

“You’re so responsive.” Chanyeol praised breathlessly, ripping the delicate lace off your chest in an effortless movement.

“Fuck.” You breathed into the cabin, watching him discard the wrecked fabric into the depths of the car.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Chanyeol spoke, bringing your attention back to his lips, the rosy skin brushing against your erect nipple teasingly.

Another moan filled the car as he sucked harshly on the sensitive nub, swirling his tongue around the nipple. He smirked into you, tugging the bud between his teeth, eyes flicking up to meet your own devilishly.

You melted at the eye contact, working your fingers up to tangle in his thick hair and tug gently.

The desperation for him was eating away at you, you needed Chanyeol hard and fast but he was toying with you - pushing you to your limit in the backseat of his car.

He groaned against your skin, the noise sending hot sparks of arousal down your spine as he tugged your panties off under your skirt. You inhaled sharply as the cool air brushed against your wetness, coaxing the hot arousal threatening to drip down your thigh.

Chanyeol’s fingers danced under the hem of your skirt, swiping a digit down your slit before inserting it into your entrance.

“You’re still so wet.” He cooed against your skin, bringing his lips back up to your neck and kissing the sensitive flesh.

You bit your lip in response, too invested in the way his finger twisted around inside of you to be bothered answering. A moan fell off your lips as he added a second finger, eyes meeting your own again as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

The pleasure he was giving you.

“Chanyeol~” You moaned his name into the dark space, whimpering as his fingers curled into your spot and a coil of pleasure built up in your stomach.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers?” His voice was thick, the deep tone touching places and making you feel things you never thought you could from someone’s voice.

“Y-Yes,” You responded, the single syllable hanging breathlessly in the air, “I want you to make me cum, Yeollie.”

Chanyeol moaned, the sound sending you closer to the edge as he elicited the noise at your words. “I want to make you cum,” He groaned heartily into your ear, “I want my fingers to be soaked in you.”

A whimper sounded in the back of your throat as you bucked your hips into him gently, desperate for more as you started to ascend to your high.

You wanted it so bad.

Your walls clenched around him as he added a third finger, bringing the pads of them to rub against your spot deliciously, his thumb already rubbing tight circles against your clit. The sensation was sending the coil in your stomach to tighten, tendrils of pleasure circled your abdomen as you felt your high near, felt the delicious snap of your senses about to explode. You moaned loudly, hoping that the car would conceal your cries of release as you continued to moan.

Chanyeol responded to every sound with harder rubs to your clit, curling his fingers firmer against your spot as you continued to let out the pleasurable noises.

It wasn’t long before his fingers dealt a final stroke that caused you to explode - your body arching in bliss as your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves.

“Chanyeol!” It was the only word you could articulate in the moment his fingers brought you over the edge, your body plunging into the abyss as he let you ride it out.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” Chanyeol groaned, lips meeting jaw line in sloppy kisses as he pulled his fingers out. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, attempting to recover from the powerful orgasm he had given you.

Your eyes met Chanyeol’s once more as you splayed out on the leather after being completely wrecked from his fingers alone. He smirked, bringing his lips to your own in a wet kiss.

He pulled away, eyes still trained on your own as he brought the three fingers up to his swollen lips, parting slightly to allow for the digits to enter and be sucked clean. Chanyeol moaned as he tasted you on his skin, the action sparking you to regain your desperation from before.

“Delicious, baby.” He smirked again as he pulled his fingers out, the digits lowering to rest on his belt, “Can I?”

Your eyes widened as they flicked down to his bulge - it was large and you could tell he wasn’t small. A nod was all you could manage, your mouth growing dry at the sight and your pussy clenching around nothing as you watched him unbuckle the leather.

Chanyeol pulled his pants and boxers down enough to reveal his dick. The member was thick and large, the head red and begging for something. He hissed gently as he brought his hand up and down his cock a few times, pumping himself gently.

“You okay with this?” Chanyeol’s eyes bored into your own as you watched him intently.

“Of course.” A smirk fell upon your lips as you waited for him to reach out to you, for him to take you however he wanted, “Take me, Chanyeol.”

The two words were all he needed, eyes glazed in arousal and desperation as he settled his body over your own, laying you down on the leather seat. You gulped, watching him line himself up and get ready to pound you into the backseat.

Chanyeol moaned as he entered you, body flush against your own as he buried himself to the hilt - wasting no time at all. A moan fell off his rosy lips as he worked himself into you, your wetness making it easy for him to slide in. Your own moans mixed with his as you accompanied to the stretch, his considerable length stretching you perfectly.

He started off a gentle pace, allowing you to get used to it, Chanyeol soon got carried away, his hips speeding up with every thrust and his moans becoming more desperate as he started to get a little bit rougher.

He was amazing, his cock perfect and stretching you out in a way that you found no one else did. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders for leverage as he started to get more erratic, thrusting hard and fast into you.

The leather was creaking, the noises of his hips slapping yours and your moans being the only thing filling the cabin of his car. Chanyeol’s moans were even deeper as he was in you, the noises sending you closer to your second high, your walls clenching around him involuntarily.

Your legs wrapped around him tightly, the heels of your feet digging into the small of his back, trying to bury him deeper into you as you arched into his body, a loud moan cascading out of you as he hit your spot.

Chanyeol groaned in response, doing his best to fuck you harder and deeper within the cramped space. The coil in you started to tighten again, the post orgasm sensitivity making it easier to reach as your high loomed before you.

Your moans became more frequent and loud as you started to approach your high, your body and mind lost in the spiral of pleasure that Chanyeol was giving you. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulder blades, leaving angry lines of scratches on his skin through his clothed back.

“Ch-Chanyeol!” You choked his name out through a moan as the pleasure started to build up once more, become unbearable to the point where your orgasm washed over you with a particularly hard thrust from Chanyeol.

His hips stuttered as you came around him, a deep moan filling the space as he tried to thrust through it and guide you through the orgasm. Though he had to pull out, cumming just in time as his seed coated your thighs in a sticky mess of pleasure.

“Fuck.” He muttered into the dark cabin, eyes watching you through the pale moonlight.

You were wrecked, breathing heavy and wasted on the black leather of his backseat. Chanyeol leaned down and kissed you gently, catching your lips in a soft kiss.

“You can call me when you need me,” He muttered into your lips, “I’ll be your temporary fix, babe.”

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Siebren in Overwatch drabble (I can’t think of a name, again)

Contains: Not translated Dutch, emotional turmoil, near death.

The explosions. The cacophony of gunfire. The torturous rumbling of the far too small building, causing parts of the ceiling to crumble and lights to flicker as their fixtures lost integrity. People screamed, ran, and fought with whatever they had outside and inside.

Not Siebren, however.

Rather than stand tall and fight for his life and freedom, he shrunk. He shrunk into a corner of his quarters, his head shielded by hands and knees as tears cascaded down his face, sobs racking his body, eyes squeezed shut. Even his feet crossed over each other in an attempt to make his position as closed as possible, as guarded as possible. He rocked lightly back and forth through uncontrollable trembling. If only he could contort himself into a single atom and be gone from the agonizing chaos that roared around him. Perhaps, then, he’d at last be safe, free from this constant waiting for the rapids the universe continuously thrust him into.

He didn’t want to go back.

Dwing me niet om terug te gaan. Alsjeblieft... Alsjeblieft niet!

“Alsjeblieft,” he begged in a cracked whisper, sliding his hands over the back of his head to bury his face farther away. “Alsjeblieft. Ik wil het niet. Ik wil het niet.”

He would rather feel death's eternal embrace than be forced to return to his last captors and smear yet more innocent blood on his hands. He rather cease to have ever been at all than be subjected to whatever it was Talon had in store for him this time. The universe would answer his pleading with nothing. He wasn’t a man of god, there was nothing he could pray to for protection, and no one on this earthly coil who would suffice. He couldn't… He-

“Ik kan het niet. Ik-” A wail slipped from between his lips.

Yet again, he was hopeless, helpless. Told to stay put and wait for Overwatch to handle this while he remained in the tenuous safety of his quarters, he could only hold so much faith in their small chance for success. It took so long, and he knew what Talon was capable of. Almost all of his being felt ill at the thought of them breaking down the door and dragging him, kicking and screaming until they knocked him out, with them. His stomach twisted into knots, his throat clenched. He clapped a hand over his mouth, one part to silence himself, one part to prevent himself from spitting up. He gulped and swallowed through his shivering, soft whimpers escaping his fragile form.

Then it all stopped.

Disorienting and deafening fear had been cut through by something new, something stronger. Purpose. The noise had lifted. Someone else had taken the helm, but it was still him. A certainty washed over him, like someone firmly gripping his shoulder and speaking directly to his mind, dispelling all but them. He was instantaneously filled with nothing but clarity. All his fractured parts had come together, joined for a singular goal. He was afloat, through the ravaging of his safe haven, his tears still clinging to his skin and mixing with dirt and dust, with but one thought in mind.

Bevecht dit.

Fight this.

He would fight this, tooth and nail, now that, if they were indeed here to steal him away, this time he was able to fight. Their violence would be answered with an opposite reaction built up from years of suffering. If that was what it took, that was what he would do. Their violence would be answered with a violence so exquisite it would shake galaxies. People were dying, and he had been given a gift that could help end that. He had to use it. It was his obligation to.

Overwatch had allowed him to decide whether he wanted to keep the equipment Talon had outfitted him with and let them make various adjustments in their labs. While they assured him there would be no deploying him into a battle, he knew to remain prepared, and he knew where to go.

Siebren always had help equipping his harness. Even in a rush, however, he paid enough attention to know some of the steps. Sharp eyes examined each component. This harness had indeed been altered, though not enough to make it impossible to don alone. It was less crude, far more streamlined, more approachable. He knew putting this on would permanently mark him as Overwatch, but that was scarcely a concern worth keeping. Now, the wires that had to be attached to the base of his skull… They were the same.

He put on the base of his gear, the jumpsuit, the bits and pieces that layered it. Everything, sans shoes. He wouldn't be needing those.

The way the larger and more elaborate torso section hung in the display frame with a screen turned towards it, he could have sworn Overwatch had anticipated this moment just as much as he had. All he needed to do to attach it was turn around, back into it, and connect the primary cerebral cord. The screen popped on, displaying a diagnostic in progress. Automated vertebral alignment. Interesting. It also displayed other changes. His shield generators had been significantly upgraded. No doubt Winston's doing. Good. Hopefully, it would no longer feel as though he was defending his colleagues with a sheet of paper.

He took the time it took for the machine to prepare his first time use to wipe some of the filth from his face. It was getting uncomfortable.

The machine shifted as the diagnostic progressed. There was a soft hiss. Several studs pressed into his back, down the upper portions of his spine, with a painful pressure and a pinch that passed in a mere second. The front connections of his armor clamped on, followed by the shoulders. The wiring that connected to his gloves, he attached himself, flexing his fingers to check the integrity of the connection and the fit of the material around his fingers. His leg braces were secured with a little more effort.

What more was there to equip? A helmet? With an opaque screen? No. No, he wanted Talon to see his face when he destroyed them. He wanted them to see the man they'd turned into their own demise, not just a weapon.

His hyperspheres… They were purely for offensive capability. He couldn’t say for certain if he was quite ready for that, even now, when he moved with such purpose. He would take them, unfolded and neatly stored on the arm of his right glove for if the need to use them arose.

Another check. Everything was in order, well within acceptable margins. Sigma… Siebren ready to deploy.

After making his way through the facility, closed up in a state of emergency but not entirely unbreachable, he found the exit. Sunlight and the screaming of both people and weaponry met him at the doors. He remained unperturbed, gliding his way past several combatants, far in the backline, on his way to the most optimal position, just as he had been made to do in Talon. No one questioned his arrival. No one could. There was no space or time for them to even begin to do so. Their eyes were trained on the skies.

So, Talon had sent gunships? Relatively lightly armored, with weak weaponry, compared to what he knew Talon was well in their ability to deploy. A difficult problem, all the same, but not without a solution. Judging from the chatter of the Overwatch troops around him, they were holding Talon off in anticipation for allied reinforcements. All they required was time, time Siebren could offer. The gunships looked to be preparing a volley of missiles, trained on the entrance of the main building he’d just left, no doubt to cut off an escape. With an outreached hand, Siebren spread his shield, halting the barrage from striking the building. His barrier shattered from the final impact, sending the generator fragments back to him to regenerate. Though his shield had been made both larger and stronger than it had been, the structures to the side were unlucky, struck with bullets and explosions that had passed by Siebren's defenses, but the rubble could still prove useful. The shield, after a brief moment of collective surprise from his new allies, had also offered the Overwatch troops a precious few seconds to retaliate against the enemy. For one ship, this proved fatal.

Siebren couldn't help but feel a small amount of satisfaction at its fall. Another ship found itself ambushed by an old friend. In the confusion Siebren's unannounced arrival had caused, Winston took it upon himself to launch into the opening of one of the Talon vehicles with a masterfully aimed jump. He made short work of it before retreating as the ship came crashing down. Impressive work, but the battle continued.

Guns turned towards Siebren, the Talon troops having recognized him as a threat. Loosing their ammunition on him, however, was more than a waste. In fact, it was a huge mistake. Yet again, he extended a hand, this time to grasp all matter, within a certain mass, that accelerated towards him and convert the energy into a bolstering of his personal shielding. By the time they realized this, it was too late. They needed to reload, giving Siebren time to gather the rubble around him into one collection, using both hands and the pull of gravity they generated. The strain it took was tremendous, and he could feel all the old sensations—the whispers, the muffled feeling in his head—returning. The boulder he had amassed was larger than he'd ever managed during his days with Talon, but he held fast. His mind was set on one thing. The last Talon gunship to not have retreated once things started looking ugly. With one mighty thrust of his hands, accompanied by a laboured grunt, Siebren sent the accumulation of mass flying into the gunship, a gunship with a pilot who only seemed to have gotten the hint that this battle was lost seconds before impact. Like all others, it crashed down, several Talon troops jumping out with their boosters to avoid dying in the ensuing blaze.

Siebren observed the crash and glanced down at his hands. Part of him could feel bad for taking to this so naturally after the time he'd spent out of action, but it felt oddly satisfying using his abilities again, although about as nerve racking as it used to be as well. The adrenaline, the drum of his speeding heart pounding in his chest… he did miss that, unfortunately. At least, some of him did.

Finally, all they had to worry about were the ground troops. Disposing of them would be a simple matter, even without his hyperspheres. He wasn't reliant on those to incapacitate an aggressor. He didn’t need them to kill either, if the need happened to arise. He didn't think it would at this point, not for him. That was, until a new rumbling grew over the horizon.

Siebren's eyes shifted from the ground troops to the air once again. Backup. A lot of backup. Too much backup.

"Get inside," Siebren barked to the Overwatch troops around him. Some relayed his command to their allies on the comm channel and awaited approval. "Fall back, now. Get everyone inside and-"

Oh no. No no no no no!

The new ships prepared another hail of missiles. Siebren projected a barrier, erecting both hands to extend its surface area as wide as he could possibly manage. Oh god. He couldn't stretch it this wide. It couldn’t take this much damage. It would break before he could stop everything. Perhaps… The rubble. He could layer some of the rubble under it, just to be sure he could cover the retreat. He’d stay behind, and perhaps even be buried or captured, but the fight would be far from over. Before half of the impacts had been made, he could feel and see his barrier become unstable.

As everyone ran past him, having gotten an official order to retreat back into the base, Siebren remained put, using all of his effort to form a blanket of rock and metal growing around several singularities, as with his accretion, for as long as he could.

The music… It was growing so loud… The laughing, the echoes, the whispers, the pulled strings of the universe ripping at his mind harder the longer he exerted himself… It was too much. His vision grew tunneled, the sounds of war had been replaced with the sound of his blood rushing, his heart beating, his mind screaming, and muffled chords that still shattered his hearing. Yet, he held. He couldn't do it for much longer, and he could no longer even tell when it would be enough, but he held. It may become the end of him, but he held. He would hold for as long as he had to, longer even. He would hold for as long as he could.

Everything swam around him, swarmed around him, time winding in paths it wasn’t meant to take. Where was reality? Where had the world gone? Everything was a haze of noise, vision, touch, even taste and smell. He couldn't… He couldn’t-

He was snapped out of his daze by a powerful collision, rocketing him towards the facility, away from under the hellfire that would barrel towards him the moment his focus shattered, and knocking the wind from his lungs in the process. Shatter his focus certainly did. The warm dust that rushed through the halls as the building's front section collapsed was blinding, suffocating. His body crashed against the hard ground beneath him, a nearly crushing weight pressing down on him. In the darkness that swallowed him, Siebren wasn’t quite aware if he had just died or not. Death wasn’t supposed to be like this. There should be nothing but the collapsing of time and space as the brain died, but… this wasn’t that. This wasn’t that, at all.

It took a moment for his senses to return after the cacophony that had assaulted his senses and his body. The sounds of coughs and groans among the settling rubble gave some much needed context, and assurance that people had survived. Had he been saved? Was that what the impact had been? Siebren hadn't even the chance to lay eyes on his savior before the entire group he was with got shut into a facility with what seemed to be cut power to light.

Not having had his cranium replaced could have proven useful right now… if only for the small bit of light it may have provided in exchange for the receding hairline he actually rather liked having back. He was certain the troops had lights on them, but they needed time to recover from the shock they'd been subjected to. He, too, could use a moment to catch what little breath the dust let him have. He moved his arm, honestly a little uncertain of where it would end up, until he could feel the inside of his elbow over his mouth. It wouldn't do much, but any little bit of protection for his stinging lungs was good. Maybe that helmet would have been a diligent choice, after all.

Finally, he managed to find the ability to speak once more. “Is… Is everyone alright?” he asked with a pained groan, still looking though nothing but a void ahead of him.

Didn’t this call for more of a head count? Ah… He had never been in the military, and the only one he was close with who would know, had perished in the Omnic Crisis. These troops would do whatever protocol Overwatch knew. Asking if everyone was alright after all that, though? How naive. Of course not everyone was alright. He could hit himself over the head about that later.

#ic: sigma #drabble #fandom: overwatch #siebren de kuiper #long post #ok to rb #and now to reduce it for starter format...#drabble: overwatch #drabble: sigma

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Match up!

Ok! I’m a 21 year old gal at 5'3 with brown eyes, caramel hair, and a soft heart. People often describe me as bubbly, sweet, and a “ray of sunshine”. I’m usually the one making lame jokes and goofing around (expect constant giggles), but I know when it’s time to buckle down and get things done! School is incredibly important to me rn and I’m a straight A student. Very serious about my future. Passionate in everything I do and striving to be the best me I can be. Let me finish my work first and then I’ll come out and play! Outside of school or work, I’m either out with friends or spending time with family at home.

Likes: My family/friends (they mean the world to me), creativity, traveling (been to many countries and even lived in Peru for a bit!), learning/experiencing new things, makeup, anything heart-shaped, lace, or floral, drawing, storytelling, music (Mystery Skulls, Studio Killers, Avicii, pop, etc.), wholesome memes, animals, spreading that love and positivity!

Dislikes: Pessimism, being angry (I’ll have an attitude but overall I’m a sensitive bean and I’ll cry when I’m v mad or frustrated), a messy room, seeing others in pain, aggressive people, people who think it’s cool to hate everyone, canceled plans, having to make the first move, feeling pressured into things, not being taken seriously (Just bc I’m happy doesn’t make me dumb), dwelling on the past, staying at home for too long (I can chill at home but eventually I’ll want to go out and do something)

What do you look for in a match?:

I always look for friendship first. Someone I can feel comfortable opening up to and who’s just as silly and open-minded as I am. A sweetheart with their head on straight and isn’t afraid to take control. Ambitious, intelligent, humerus (Ik its overused but I still appreciate). Humor is a big one for me because I love to laugh as much as I love to make others laugh. Also, a huge romantic. I grew up watching telenovelas, so I expect mucho passion y romance from my s/o (i wonder who sent that bilingual ask ohoho). I’m a hopeless romantic myself and I’ll have no problem woo-ing an s/o and receiving a bunch of cliche love gestures as well! I’m a sucker for love notes, flowers, playlists, planned dates/trips, the whole shebang. Reassurance is also a must. Why should the woo-ing stop after we get together? I love being reminded how important and loved I am and I’m happy to do the same! All about mutual respect and encouragement. Remind me to take it easy whenever I try to bite off more than I could chew. I can get very anxious when I feel overwhelmed by certain tasks. Proceed with caution, please! Pushing me or getting in my face would only make it worse. Lastly, someone who can hold a conversation. I don’t mind going on about something but if they don’t say much back, I’ll think I’m just boring them.

Any dealbreakers?: I’ve kissed quite a few frogs so excuse me if I sound too picky! Can’t deal with a Man-child, anger issues, someone too intense, lack of communication, arrogance, unmotivated, someone who doesn’t respect boundaries, won’t listen to me, ignores me, and is condescending or overly critical

Anything else I should know?: I like to think that I’m pretty independent and just fine on my own, but when I have an s/o, I can be clingy. I know that I don’t need them but I want them and I want them to want me too! Despite my lovey dovey attitude, I like to keep it PG in public. I’m pretty mindful of others but more expressive in private.

I also believe that the strongest people are those who didn't let their hardships bitter them, but instead make them want to be a better person. It can be so tough keeping a positive mindset after going through so much but not impossible! I have mad love and respect for those who keep moving forward and show kindness to others despite what they've gone through.

P.S You’re still a peach and thank you for the match ups! I’m sorry this got so long, I just have a lot of love in my heart

As I suspected, I haven’t changed my mind about your match-up from when you submitted the first time so I’m happy to finally tell you that your match is Sky (Underswap Sans)!

Your bright attitude and passionate, responsible nature are things that he deeply respects in you, and he’s excited to show you that he’s a man who can do both, himself!

He shares your dislike of not being taken seriously and will never think less of you just because you’re cheerful, and dwelling on the past is just not his thing. He likes to keep moving forward, onto what’s next...whatever that may be! If you’re up for the adventure, he’s thrilled to have you along for the ride.

Sky doesn’t mind that you’re a little clingy-- so is he!-- but he’s also self-sufficient enough that he can handle things on his own for awhile if you need a little space when you’re overwhelmed.

In fact, he’d consider it both his duty and his genuine pleasure as your datemate to help you cope during those times by maybe taking care of a thing or two for you, just to take a few things off your plate!

Honestly, you’d have a fantastic time on a road-trip with him: you make the playlist, he’ll pack the healthy snacks, and you can switch off driving and just go see whatever you want together, even if it’s just the open road and enjoying each other’s company.

If you’re willing to take your friendship with him to the next level, he’s passionate and deeply affectionate so be careful or this dynamo’s gonna charm the pants off you before you even know what hit you! ;3

#beecheerios #matchups #undertale #sans #sans/reader #underswap #us!sans #submission

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gdmli · 5 years ago

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A Little Bit About a Lot of Things

This blog will break convention by straying back to observations and reflections from throughout our time together as well as those from today’s class at Camp Dodge.

Also, much of the commentary in this and future posts will be through the lenses provided by my unique position (At Risk Coordinator) in one of Iowa’s neediest schools. ************************************************************************************************

At class orientation, some of us were given the question, What is one thing you enjoy about Des Moines? A few additional things have come to mind which deserve a shout out such as...

...our system of public libraries. Not only do we have a fabulous Central Library, but the East Side, Forest Avenue, Franklin Avenue, North Side, and South Side libraries give every neighborhood convenient accessibility. There is also programming available for every age. My favorites include the AVID series of lectures by prominent authors as well as the many events and activities for children which we frequent with our grandkids.

...the Downtown Farmers Market. Recently City View asked readers which was their favorite-the State Fair or Farmers Market. For me, it’s not even close! The Farmers Market provides small, often organic producers a venue to present and sell their wares to thousands of consumers each week. I make a point of visiting the large number of the small businesses which are operated by recent arrivals to our country. The food is always fresh and competitively priced. Recently I purchased a bounty of carrots, cucumbers, garlic, kale, Swiss chard, tomatoes for $15. Incredible!

...my favorite non-profit agency. 8th and College Connections utilizes space inside the Trinity Las Americas United Methodist Church and provides radical hospitality as well as language and civics instruction to newly arrived people to this country. As a volunteer teacher beginning my third year I come home after every class session with my heart warmed. These adult learners are grateful and ultra-motivated to learn the essentials for successful living in the US. If you are intrigued, let me know and I can tell you more. ************************************************************************************************

May I also begin a dialogue on the one thing we would like to see improved?

I think we need to clean up our act.

Let me first point out that living in the neat as a pin town of Pella for 22 years has left me just a tad psychotic about cleanliness. Despite this, it does bother me seeing trash lying around our city which could otherwise have been disposed of more appropriately. Both the areas where I live (just off SW 23rd) and work (East Side) seem to suffer from this malady.

My remedy has been to become a one-man clean up crew. Every day at work and once a week around my neighborhood I’m out picking up trash. My goals are to help beautify these areas as well as lead by example to motivate others to pick up after themselves and others.

Please join me in this crusade. **********************************************************************************************

The gentleman who led our cemetery tour, Archie Cook, is a real gem you all need to know a bit better. Rather than kicking back in retirement, he takes on the very challenging assignment of substitute teacher for the DMPS. He gets around to a lot of schools, but is very frequently at East High. In fact, he graces our building so frequently he is almost part of the staff. Teachers and students all know him which goes a long ways towards establishing a positive learning environment. Our building can be pretty rough some times, but I’ve never seen Archie get his feathers ruffled. He’s always positive, always leads the classroom with compassion, and students always have a good day when Mr. Cook is subbing. This is a rare skill and our students are the beneficiaries.

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One of the speakers at the Opening Retreat made mention of Des Moines’ talent shortage. This phenomenon is frequently sited by business leaders as an impediment to future growth (see here:

https://www.desmoinesregister.com/story/news/2019/09/06/ grassley-ernst-immigration-employment-visas-iowa-business-leaders/2217840001/ ).

While I have no doubt as to the efficacy of liberalizing the H-1B process, it is also true we are neglecting a very large and potentially powerful pool of talented workers. The best part is these future stars are already right here under our noses. This untapped reservoir of talent are the thousands of young people who attend East, Hoover, Lincoln, North, and Roosevelt.

If you need further convincing, let me know and you can spend a day walking the halls of East High and you will see this too. If you prefer metrics, check this out as it paints a bleak picture of the situation in the city schools. https://www.iaschoolperformance.gov/ ECP/Home/Index. Either way you will see we are not doing our best for these youngsters.

Here are some additional thoughts on the topic of developing our homegrown talent. This is a blog post courtesy from Mr. Knox of Urban Dreams who spoke to us at Principal Financial Group: https://www.makedmgreater.com/grow-a-diverse-future/

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The day devoted to social capital was and continues to be very thought-provoking for me. One source of inequity which has been on my mind recently is the lack of effective support for our English Language Learners (ELL). A critical piece to the educational process are the services provided by a cadre known as the Bilingual Family Liaisons (BFL). These people provide for open communications between school and home as well as support at school for students who arrive speaking little or no English.

The BFL with whom I work at East is one of the most effective educators I’ve ever met. She is extremely humble and would be very upset at me if I used her name, but she is an interpreter, teacher, coach, counselor, nurse, social worker and mom to countless students.

Therein lies the problem. Her workload is ridiculous. She not only supports hundreds of students and families at East, but serves additional clients at our feeder schools (that is to say elementary and middle schools whose students end up going to East for High School). I recently asked her how large her caseload was and she couldn’t even begin to provide a ballpark estimate.

Yes, resources are tight. That however is because of misplaced values by society and the policy-makers who represent us. In order to effectively influence the future of our nation we need to invest in our neediest students. ***************************************************************************************************

Over the weekend of September 13, I had a couple of “ah ha” moments related to the topic of social capital which I wrote about in my other blog. You can read it here: https://leadershipstars.blogspot.com/2019/09/friday-night-football-and-saturday.html

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We are surrounded by military history, frequently without even being aware.

For instance, in order to get to class today I drove on two roads authorized by the National Interstate and Defense and Highway Acts, signed into law by (President) General Dwight Eisenhower on June 29, 1956. It is the largest public works project in the history of the world. My favorite stretch of this highway is the ten or so miles just east of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. If you’ve ever driven this stretch of road you know what I’m talking about. **************************************************************************************************

The vision for our “interstate highway system” came in part from the mind of a junior officer (Dwight Eisenhower) taking a troop transport across dusty back road for deployment in World War I, in contrast to what the Supreme Commander Allied Expeditionary Allied Forces (SCAEF) saw from the Autobahn which the Germans had engineered prior to World War II. No doubt one of Ike’s ah-ha moments! ************************************************************************************************

The part of my drive from the East Mixmaster to Merle Hay Road was along I-80/35, built ostensibly for military purposes, is a portion of road which connects the George Washington Bridge in NY/NJ to the Bay Bridge which spans the Bay from Oakland to San Francisco. Have we ever thought about what a miracle that is? ***********************************************************************************************

And speaking of Merle Hay Road...Private Merle Hay of Carroll County was the first Iowan to die in the “War to End All Wars.” He lies in the West Lawn Cemetery in Glidden, Iowa.

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Camp Dodge derives its name from Grenville Dodge who was one of the chief members of General Grant’s staff in the Western Theater of Operations of the War Between the States. Mr. Dodge was born in Massachusetts and is buried in Council Bluffs. He became an executive with the Union Pacific Railroad and no doubt was a close associate of many of those Archie talked to us about during our Opening Retreat. ************************************************************************************************

The prominent signage in Camp Dodge made it clear that using one’s cell phone while driving is frowned upon. Wish the same could be said on all of out public roadways. **************************************************************************************************

As a certified history nerd, I wish a full hour or so or our class would have been set aside for the Gold Star Museum. My goal is to go back in the very near future. I have ancestors who died at the Battles of Pea Ridge and Shiloh (like nearly all native Iowans). I want to go back and do further research. ************************************************************************************************

I am too old and fat to have fully benefited from today’s exercises. I am in awe of those who have made this a way of life and those classmate who fully participated today. ************************************************************************************************

Those classmate who overcame fear and kicked ass on the Wall and in the other tests of courage, my hat is off to you. Also, the closing exercise in which everyone shared out from their experiences was the most inspirational part of the day for me. Bragging on each other with meaningful feedback is a great motivator.

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I’m a big believer in Servant Leadership. On that note, I was really impressed to see the Lt. Col. making coffee at lunch today. *****************************************************************************************************

Thank you to him, his staff, and the GDMLI Institute for making today possible.

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moverslasvegascom · 6 years ago

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Moving to Texas

This huge state continues to draw in countless tourists as well as people moving to Texas from all over the country. Texas continues to offer increasing job opportunities, affordable cost of living, diverse metropolitan areas, rich historical influence, mixed culture and abundant tourist destinations.

The Lone Star State is home to three of the biggest cities in the United States, Houston, San Antonio and Dallas. Geographically speaking, Texas has over 360 miles of gorgeous coastline and a varying topography that features beaches, mountains, deserts, ranch lands and forested areas. This gives transplants lots of options when it comes to moving to Texas.

Plus, this state is also home to some of the country’s biggest oil reserves, top-notch universities, premium hospitals and medical centers along with world famous tourist spots.

Looking at all of these, moving to Texas is surely something that’s worth considering.

Affordable Cost of Living

Two reasons why a lot of people consider moving to Texas is the low cost of housing plus the absence of state income tax.

Texas has an average cost of living of 90.4, which is 9.60% lower than the U.S average. Furthermore, sales tax rates here range from 6.25% to 8.25%. However, just like in other states with no state income tax, the property tax rates here are slightly higher at 1.94%. According to bestplaces.net, the average home cost in Texas is $184,900. That’s relatively lower if you compare it to New York, which is $282,000.

This continuous increase in housing costs in the other states, combined with the booming employment opportunities in Texas is what makes this state quite appealing to many people, especially for young families, Millenials and retirees.

As a matter of fact, between 2005 and 2013, around 4.8 million people from all over the country have moved to Texas, according to the Texas Demographic Center.

Increasing and Varying Job Opportunities

Because of the size of this state, a great number of industries have started to boom here providing lots of career options for residents as well as transplants. In the past, the primary contributor to this state’s economy is the oil and gas industry and it still is, along with several other industries which include agriculture, aeronautics, IT and computer-related technology, energy and tourism.

Though recently, the slowdown in the petroleum industry has resulted in layoffs and a decreasing growth rate in the current economy, overall, Texas is still a very good state for career growth.

Energy Industry Plays a Major Part in the Economy

The energy sector, particularly the oil and gas industry, is one of the biggest industries here that offer numerous employment opportunities. They provide job seekers with an array of available career options ranging from different fields.

One of the major energy companies here is the Shell Deepwater Development that works with the extraction of crude petroleum and natural gas.

The petroleum industry highly affects the state’s economy and because of that, a fluctuation in energy prices may either increase or reduce the growth of the state’s overall economic status.

Favorable Business Environment

Site Selection Magazine has ranked Texas as the most business-friendly state in the U.S back in 2010. Ever since, this state has produced the highest number of company headquarters, which are included in the Fortune 500 list. The Texas A&M University, MD Anderson Cancer Center, Dairy Queen, Lockheed Martin Aeronautics Company and Dell are just some of them.

Among those in the list, 22 are energy-related. This includes Valero Energy, Occidental Petroleum, Anadarko Petroleum and Cheniere Energy.

In Dallas, you can find the headquarters of telecoms giant AT&T, together with American Airlines and Southwest Airlines.

An interesting fact: In 2010, this state has produced around 346,000 millionaires, constituting the second-largest population of millionaires in the U.S.

Meanwhile, in 2016, Texas has ranked 4th place among “The List of Best States for Business” by Forbes.

Vibrant Downtown, Serene Suburbs and Growing Lifestyle Communities

Texas has four metropolitan areas that have a population of more than a million. Around two-thirds of all Texans are living in major metropolitan areas such as Houston, Dallas-Fort Worth and San-Antonio-New Braunfels.

Austin, the state capital, is home to some world-famous museums, performing arts centers, shopping centers, nightlife and wonderful outdoor attractions. According to the U.S News and World Report, for the second year in a row, this city has been named as the number one “Best Place to Live in the United States”. Some of the reasons include affordable housing options, quality of education, diverse job market and convenient commute time.

Furthermore, the cities of Houston, San Antonio and Dallas also have their own unique set of local attractions, urban entertainment and a competitive job market that attracts different people from all over the country.

The reason why Texas is able to provide its residents with affordable housing options is because they have so much empty space that are just waiting to be developed. Fortunately, different community builders are gradually putting up lifestyle neighborhoods in every city and suburbs for people moving to Texas.

These lifestyle communities feature a variety of on-site amenities like a clubhouse, sports courts and social areas where residents can come together. For the active adult home buyers, there are also quite a few age-restricted communities sprouting in every part of the state.

Mild, Varying Climate

Geographically located in the South Central region of the country, Texas intersects with multiple climate zones, giving this state a highly variable weather. Simply put, those areas situated on the east side of I-35 have a subtropical climate while those on the west side of I-35 have a dry and arid desert climate.

In winter, those located within the Panhandle experiences colder winters as compared to those living in North Texas, while those in the Gulf Coast area experiences milder winters. During this season, the average temperature in the entire state ranges between 50°F and 70°F, depending on where you are.

Snow falls multiple times every winter in the Panhandle and the mountainous areas of West Texas. In North Texas on the other hand, snow comes at least once or twice a year, while it rarely snows in the southern parts of San Antonio and along the coastal regions of the state.

Summers are usually hot and is actually getting hotter each year. In fact, a large part of the state experiences temperatures around high 90s °F, especially in August. In the mountains of West Texas, the average temperature ranges from the 80s °F, while in the Rio Grande Valley, it’s around 100°F.

Furthermore, Texas also has a wide rainfall pattern. For example, in El Paso, they experience 8.7 inches of annual rainfall while those in the southeast part experiences 4 inches per year.

The only downside to this varying climate is that storms and hurricanes are quite frequent in some parts of the state, particularly in the Gulf Coast areas. Tornadoes are more common here than in other states.

The Gulf Coast in particular has been hit by several major hurricanes like Harvey in 2017 and Ike in 2008.

In addition, no matter where you are in Texas, dry heat or sticky humidity is normal here so if you’re not used to this kind of weather, this is one thing that you should highly consider before moving to Texas.

Abundant Outdoor Attractions

Texas, is home to a myriad of natural outdoor leisure opportunities, historical and cultural attractions and urban entertainment and nightlife options. Its diverse landscape features desert regions, cave systems, mountainous areas, coastal beaches and canyons which are absolutely stunning and truly one-of-a-kind. Millions of tourists come here every year to see these spectacular natural wonders and visit some of the best tourist destinations in the country.

There are more than enough state and national parks here to keep outdoor enthusiasts happy. Some of the things that you can do there is hiking, camping, boating, swimming and fishing. You can also go shopping, dining, listen to great live music, watch amazing performances and visit a couple of famous historical attractions.

In San Antonio, there’s the River Walk and the historic site Alamo. At the President Kennedy and the Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas, visitors can learn about the detailed account of the assassination attempt on former President John F. Kennedy along with his legacy. Afterwards, you can also visit the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Memorial, an enormous monument built in honor of the late American president.

Talking about popular tourist hot spots, the Space Center Houston features many exhibits, film shows, a display of moon rock samples, artifacts related to astronauts and so on. This place is perfect for the whole family.

Meanwhile, nature lovers can visit Big Bend National Park, which is located in Far West Texas. First time visitors can take a trip down the Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive to see the picturesque views of the Chihuahuan Desert landscape.

If you’re more of a beach lover, the Gulf Coast offers long miles of sandy beaches which includes Padre Island National Seashore near Corpus Christ and the South Padre Island near Brownsville.

Authentic Texas BBQ and Live Music

Who doesn’t love Barbecue?

Obviously, barbecue is a big deal in Texas and you’ve gotta love barbecue if your moving to Texas. It’s evident by the number of barbecue restaurants scattered all over the state. As to which barbecue restaurant is the best, there is definitely no correct answer since it’s all about personal choice and preference.

If you’re in Austin, then La Barbecue is the place to go. They serve sausages, tender pork ribs, monster beef ribs, all-natural beef brisket and so on. Because their owner isn’t into anything sweet, you’ll find special blends of salty and savory rubs. Did you know? Guests can actually order their meal at least five days prior so they can skip the long lines outside. They can do this online on their website.

Another famous barbecue place is Terry Black’s Barbecue which has branches in Austin, Lockhart, San Marcos and New Braunfels. Serving customers with their original recipe since 1932, this Texas Barbecue place showcase what traditional Texas barbecue is all about – the smell, flavor and look.

Aside from BBQ, another popular thing to do here is experiencing the rich, musical culture of Texas. Dubbed as the “Live Music Capital of the World”, Austin showcases a number of venues that offer live music on any night. Furthermore, you can visit Gruene Hall in New Braunfels. It’s the oldest dance hall in Texas and also features live music.

For those who’d like to know more about Texas music, you can come here in spring and join the annual Larry Joe Taylor Texas Music Festival, which is held at the Melody Mountain Ranch, only 110 miles away from Dallas.

Convenient Travel Time and Proximity to Major Cities and States

Two major interstate highways cut through the entire state of Texas, dividing it into quarters. The I-10 which runs from east to west – from El Paso eastward to the Louisiana state line and the I-35, which runs from the Oklahoma state line in the north, down to Laredo on the border with Mexico.

Traffic in the major cities of Houston, Austin, San Antonio and Dallas-Fort Worth area is heavy, but not as troublesome as compared to the scale of L.A., Chicago or New York.

In addition, some residents would also opt to take in-state flights thanks to a wide range of international and regional airports available. This includes the American Airlines and the Southwest Airlines, which have headquarters here.

An Array of Quality Higher Education Options

Texas has a huge and diverse economic population, which means the quality of education here also differs. In some cities, there are some highly rated school K-12 districts. This makes moving to Texas with children an attractive opportunity.

Two of the best universities in the U.S are found in Texas: The University of Texas at Austin and the Texas A&M University. According to the most recent National University Rankings by the U.S News and World Report, University of Texas is ranked #49th, while the Texas A&M University is ranked #66.

Other top public universities found here is the University of Houston and the Texas State University. As for private universities, there’s the Austin College, Rice, Southern Methodist University and Baylor University.

In addition, there are also many two-year community colleges here with over 700,000 students.

These are just some of the things that you need to know if you’re planning on moving to Texas. If you’ve made up your mind and decided on moving to Texas, its time to hire long distance movers to move to your new home in Texas.

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What’s Lutz got to do with it? On Lutz Bacher & Tina Turner

What’s Love Got to Do With It is the title of Lutz Bacher’s new exhibition at K21 in Düsseldorf. It’s the second exhibition of note this year to borrow a title from Tina Turner: the 10th Berlin Biennale was titled We Don’t Need Another Hero, a Turner hit of a similar vintage, and it's hard to say whether Lutz is playing artworld ping-pong, slamming a slice serve back at that other German art institution, or whether Tina Turner, a black woman and one-time battered wife, who in 2013 rescinded her US citizenship to become a citizen of Switzerland, has become an unlikely antidote to our Trumpian age. Lutz’s exhibition reopens the programme at K21 with three rooms of cryptic objects, surveillance mirrors and fragments of texts, a web of criss-crossing ideas and bleak ideologies, discarded artefacts from her native United States of America.

The work is more on-the-nose political than I had expected from Bacher, who has a reputation for being evasive. A long, paper artwork runs like a ribbon throughout the rooms: white banner with wavering black scribble, like a seismograph. I have seen images of this work before, installed in a space in San Francisco, where it was presented in 2017 without a text or a title. I did not know, when I first saw it, that this jagged black line (like “barbed wire”, says Frieze[1]) was the signature of the current President of the United States of America, spliced, repeated, amplified. And yet, I think, I innately understood. The violence of that juddering black mark was enough.

Lutz Bacher, installation view, 3320 18th St., San Francisco, 2017. Source.

Lutz Bacher is not the artist's real name. No one knows her real name, except, I’m sure, some close friends, her bank clerk, her dealer. Since the 1970s she has been making work under the masculine, Germanic pseudonym Lutz Bacher, so appropriate for a conceptual artist making a show in Düsseldorf. Lutz Bacher does not really give interviews and is never photographed, at least in any official capacity. Lutz Bacher’s exhibition reviews describe her, invariably, as “elusive”, “slippery”, “mysterious”.

When I search #lutzbacher on Instagram, the current ‘top image’ shows a woman that I presume to be the artist, stood alone, a black silhouette against the Donald Trump signature work. Head downturned, frozen in a sort of half-smile. Slight. Self-contained. Pin-striped blazer and what looks to be a scarf around her neck. Appropriately for an artist who has used low-fi photographic and video imagery throughout her career, the image is pixellated, low-grade, and I imagine it was taken covertly at the opening reception of What’s Love Got to Do With It. I imagine that the photographer got a kind of smug self-satisfaction when she captured it, pinching her fingers on the screen to zoom in and isolate the figure, uploaded it, hashtagged it. “I got her.”

#lutzbacher on Instagram. Source.

Tina Turner is not the singer's real name, either. Born Anna Mae Bullock, or perhaps Martha Nell Bullock, her first recordings were under the name “Little Ann”. It was Ike Turner that named her Tina. He was reportedly inspired by Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, and trademarked the name so that if Little Ann left him he could hire another singer and she could also perform under the made-up name. He thought Tina Turner was replaceable.

Lutz Bacher, James Dean, 1986, video slideshow, 16 paired slides shown on two monitors, dimensions variable. Exhibited at Galerie Buchholz, Berlin, 2014. Source.

Lutz Bacher is fairly anomalous among feminist artists of her generation in that her work prods at masculinity more than it does femininity or feminine constructs. While her contemporaries made didactic works that sought to dismantle female-assigned gender roles, or focused primarily on the female body as a site of exchange and exploitation, Lutz Bacher, with her draggy name, fixes her gaze on maleness. Hundreds of beaten-in baseballs slumped onto the floor of the Whitney; a diptych of James Dean publicity shots, doomed heartthrob looking two different directions; a hoard of photographs taken by a US soldier stationed at Bien Hoa Air Base in Vietnam, found by the artist in a Berkeley salvage store; a Twilight publicity poster framed behind tinted glass, Robert Pattison’s brooding share receding into darkness; Playboy bunnies stencilled on the steel shells of military planes; cut-outs of Elvis Presley and T-Rexes on a chessboard; a conga-line of frat boy-ish trucker hats snaking across the gallery floor.

Martin Herbert points out that her work is in an “ongoing conversation” with an ecosystem of male artists and writers – Duchamp, Flavin, Johns, Warhol – and that her work has a preoccupation with “masculinity, domination, selfdefence”. He argues her work ��suggests that the fixity of gender roles is the problem, and the best thing to do, via a rewiring of the gaze, is to explode it”.[2]

Tina & Ike Turner perform Proud Mary live on Italian TV station RAI, 1971. Watch.

An ex-boyfriend once told me that Mick Jagger stole his whole routine from Tina Turner. This boyfriend was notorious for invented truths, but watching a YouTube video of Tina and Ike perform Proud Mary in 1971, I’m inclined to believe this one. She inhabits the song so fully, so vigorously, it comes alive in her. Face muscles contorting into wild postures, lips wrestling with words. Shrieking, stuttering and stomping, a ticking bomb.

Lutz Bacher, Huge Uterus, 1990. Source.

Lutz Bacher’s rebuff to feminist artists who made work exclusively fixated on the female body was her 1990 work Huge Uterus, a video documenting the six-hour long surgery the artist underwent to remove fibroids from her real-life uterus. Lia Gangitano, the gallerist/curator who showed this work at Thread Waxing Space, has indicated that critics’ persistent focus on Lutz’s obfuscation of authorship, their reading of her work as elusive, is partially misplaced. “My experience of Lutz’s work and her practice is really about intimate collaborations,” she argues in an online talk by ICA London, “and incredibly personally revealing work.”[3] She cites Huge Uterus as an example – what could be more personally revealing than a video from inside one’s uterus? But I think Gangitano’s point holds even for those works that do not reveal the artist’s internal organs. The artifice of Bacher’s identity does not prevent her from revealing herself. To paraphrase Wilde, give a woman a pseudonym and she will tell you the truth.

Cher & Tina Turner sing Shame, Shame, Shame, The Cher Show, 1975. Watch.

I never thought of myself as a Tina Turner fan until the summer of 2015. I was at a party. A housewarming in a glass-fronted penthouse with views of the canal, one of those endless celebrations that continues to unfold for hours on end. By now, we were deep into the second day and most people had dropped off, leaving only a core group of revellers with electric chat. When the sun streamed in through the windows, we stocked up on ingredients for Bloody Marys.

“This song was released just as both of their marriages broke down,” said a friend as he typed the words “cher tina turner shame” into YouTube. “It’s just the two women, striking out without their husbands. They nail it.” Tina sashays onto the stage in a long blue gown like a beaded curtain. It catches the light as she moves her legs, jellyfish dancing in a sea of diamonds. She sings the opening bars of the song alone – “Shame, shame, shame, shaaaa-ame!” – before Cher is announced with a scream, whoops and applause – “Awwwwwwww!!!! Shame on YOU!”. Cher is wearing the same dress but in pink and they sing the rest of the song as a duet. They have sass, conviction, and genuine rapport, looking into each others’ eyes as they sing. My friend was right – they nail it.

Lutz Bacher, Accidental Tourist, Greene Naftali Garage, Brooklyn, 2016. Source.

Do you love me? This is the question Lutz Bacher asked her friends, colleagues and collaborators again and again for a number of years. Their answers to this loaded questions are published – unedited – in an artist book of the same name (Do You Love Me?, Primary Information, New York, 2012). In a blurb for Mousse, Stefano Cernuschi says that reading the book "feels like being in the backseat of a car driving fast, and you can’t hear every word that is spoken between the front seats, and mostly you can’t see the faces, but it’s kind of thrilling and also rewarding to be close enough to grasp what they say.”[4] What you realise from reading the answers is that, in answering an intimate question about Lutz, people always reveal more about themselves than they do about her. Sometimes the most personal insights come from talking about something outside of us.

Just as Lutz Bacher’s anonymity does not make her work any less personal, her use of hyperbole and humour does not make it any less serious. A seemingly throwaway gesture, like covering the floor with glitter, reveals prisms of light breaking across the ground. Glitter, that synthetic, silly substance associated with frivolousness and nightlife, becomes the medium to reveal the transmutability of the cosmos; something so natural, so contemplative, it could be seen as Romanticist, in the same way that a William McKeown painting can be, with its glimpse through an open window into the two-tone fade of the sky.

Elsewhere in her work, plastic vinyl screens are printed with hot, hovering suns, or cool mountains, synthetic vistas that seem palpably real. A spinning milky way is painted on the side of an elongated school bus. I suspect Bacher would reject my literal reading of this work, but this work, The Bus, struck me as apt, because when you’re young enough to ride a school bus, your universe really is that small.

Tina Turner, What’s Love Got to Do With It?, 1984

Tina Turner was in her 40s by the time she released What’s Love Got To Do With It in 1984. Her big comeback hit after her divorce from Ike Turner, the video sees her strut around New York with lion’s mane hair and a leather skirt, playfully rebuffing sexual advances. Her relatively mature age (by popstar standards) works in the track’s favour. She’s tough but jaded. Given up on love. She carries the pain of her abusive, broken down marriage into the song's guttural vocals, and we believe her when she looks into the camera and sings with conviction: Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

It’s like the song was made for her, but really it wasn’t. It was written by two white British guys who first offered it to Cliff Richard, Donna Summer, Phyllis Hyman and even Bucks Fizz, who recorded the song first and planned to include it on their album. They dropped it upon hearing Tina’s version.

I’ve since fallen out of touch with most of the people at that party I told you about. Thinking back on it now, it seems like a distant flicker from another time, like when Joan Didion writes that she has “lost touch with several of the people she used to be”.

I have, however, been a Tina Turner fan ever since.

Lutz Bacher, Bus, 2011. Digital photograph, dimensions variable. Image courtesy the artist, Ratio 3, San Francisco, Alex Zachary, New York, and Cabinet, London. Photograph by Vincent Fecteau. Source.

Like Tina’s, Lutz Bacher’s success and recognition has accumulated with age. I guess it’s what happens when you refuse to play the PR game, to avoid all the trappings and limelight and sycophancy that comes with artworld ascendancy, but despite her being consistently active since the 1970s, Bacher’s work went largely unacknowledged by the mainstream until about six years ago, when she was included in the 2012 Whitney Biennial and then subsequently snapped up for a spate of solo shows in Europe. I wonder if she is relieved, bemused, or exasperated at her boom in recognition and success.

I remember hearing at a lecture once that Carol Rama, having been marginalised by the artworld establishment for almost her entire life, and then suddenly awarded the Venice Biennale’s Golden Lion award at the age of 85, was nonplussed about her late recognition. “I’m not interested in stupid people,” she told The Walrus in 2005. “When I think of the attention I’ve been getting these last few years … so late in my career, I feel sadness. It leaves me somewhat stunned: all of this now?!”.[5]

Does Lutz feel the same way? “All of this now?!” My instinct is no. My instinct is that she is three steps ahead of us, turning back to shoot a sidelong glance every once in a while to see if we’re following yet. Perhaps her pseudonym, her “there-but-not-there”-ness, protects her from our slow-to-catch-up gaze.

In an interview last year, Tina Turner told The Daily Mail that “when the lights go out, I go back to being Anna Mae Bullock.”[6] Perhaps Lutz Bacher, too, goes back to being whoever the fuck Lutz Bacher wants to be. My instinct is that, like Rama, neither of them are interested in stupid people.

Babette

[1] Moritz Scheper, ‘Critic’s Pick: Lutz Bacher’, Frieze, September 2018. URL: https://frieze.com/event/lutz-bacher-3

[2] Martin Herbert, ‘Lutz Bacher’, ArtReview, Summer 2015. URL: https://artreview.com/features/summer_2015_lutz_bacher/

[3] Lia Gangitano in ‘Online Talk: Lutz Bacher’, ICA London, streamed live on 7 November 2013. URL: https://archive.ica.art/bulletin/video/online-talk-lutz-bacher

[4] Stefano Cernuschi, ‘BOOKS. Lutz Bacher: Do You Love Me?’, Mousse. URL: http://moussemagazine.it/lutz-bacher-do-you-love-me/

[5] Carol Rama, quoted in The Walrus, March 2005. URL: https://thewalrus.ca/2005-03-detail/

[6] Tina Turner, quoted in The Daily Mail, 14 September 2017. URL: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-4886020/I-taught-Mick-Jagger-dance-says-Tina-Turner.html

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