#and not to forget the amazing drawings some did on my autographs

[lucile-frenchfornerds]

I'd consider posting more of my eacon4 photos but there are like 40 I love so I don't wanna spam you 😬🤡

[spottedbyceed]

So this happened and I still can’t believe it. I had the chance to meet Ewan and the rest of the cast in Paris last night.

They were all so sweet and kind and they took some time to take pictures and sign autographs after the premiere even though they were all really exhausted and a bit in a rush.

I did not watch the episode because I couldn’t get my hand on an invitation so I can’t tell you anything about it. All I did was waiting outside for a chance to see them, especially Ewan since Aemond is my favourite character and I’ve known and liked Ewan since the Last Kingdom.

He is really one of the kindest actors I’ve ever met. And yes he looked amazing with that green leather jacket. He signed my Fire and Blood book (update for the people accusing me of spoiling Ewan, my friend who was holding the book hid most of the drawing like I asked her to so that Ewan could not see) and my Aemond pop. He seemed genuinely amazed to see it btw. He said something like « Wow! it looks great ». I don’t really remember because I couldn’t believe he was there right in front of me. I was a bit stressed to not get his autograph on my pop because my pen could barely leave any ink on the plastic but Ewan insisted until it looked somewhat visible. He even tried the pen on the back of his hand to make sure it worked. He also has one funny rule he follows : he only signs autographs in black and refuses blue pens (I don’t know why)

Then we took a selfie together and he met the other fans.

My memories are a bit blurry because of the excitement and stress but it was an incredible experience and I will never forget it.

Thank you Ewan

Dream come true ✅💚

(Please do not remove the tag on my picture and do not repost/edit without permission)

[sinnohanvulpix]

Sawyer is neurodivergent and you can't change my mind

Last year for Autism Acceptance Day, my good friend @pikatrainer99 and I did a collab post about Goh and our headcanon of being him autistic. Here's a link to that post if you'd like to check it out:

Today, we'd like to talk about Sawyer from Pokemon XY, another character who we both headcanon as autistic, and who means the world to me.

Let's start with his special interest, Pokemon battles. In all of Sawyer's appearances, we can clearly see his desire to learn as much as he can about battling and to grow stronger. He greatly admires strong trainers like Steven Stone and Ash. I mean, just look at how excited he gets when he hears that Ash had won five badges!

And that's exactly what he does for the rest of the series. He spends so much time studying and training that he manages to catch up to Ash within a just season's worth of episodes! But we'll get to that later.

Before going into detail about his most obvious traits, let's go over some of the traits that we only see for brief moments, starting with his sensory sensitivities. In episode 73, we see him getting visibly overwhelmed when the crowd around him, Ash, and Clemont suddenly starts cheering. We also see him shielding his eyes from Spritzee's Dazzling Gleam attack during his battle with Valerie. Note that he's the only one to react this way to both situations. I don't know about you, but I have yet to meet a single autistic person without some kind of hypersensitivity to noise, bright light, smell, texture, etcetera.

We also see in the following episode that he sometimes unintentionally gets too close to people when he's excited, not noticing their discomfort. We see this after Ash wins his gym battle with Valerie, and Sawyer is so beyond amazed and eager to learn from him that he momentarily forgets how to act "socially appropriately". Ash and his friends are visibly uncomfortable, but of course, because they're all so kind and supportive, they don't judge him for this 🥺

We also see in the first episode of XYZ that he's an amazing artist. And I mean, AMAZING! He can literally draw Squishy the Zygarde Core exactly how it looks in its official artwork, despite only having seen it for the first time that day! While not every autistic person has to have a talent like this, it's definitely not uncommon. Growing up, Pika and I both used to draw a lot, and our drawing skills were one of the few things we took pride in because of how much praise we got for it.

Now let's talk about one of his most adorable traits, which is his habit of saying, "I've gained some EXP!" Clearly he's into video games and enjoys feeling like he's in one, because this is definitely not something you typically hear in real life. This kind of escapism is quite common in autistic people, Pika and I included. In a world that's not built for us, sometimes imagining ourselves in a fictional world that we love can be really comforting and even inspiring in some cases.

You've probably noticed that Sawyer is holding his notebook in all of the last three screenshots, which is also something I'd like to get into. Not only is his notebook a crucial part of his character, but it's also a security item. Pika and I both have security items of our own, namely our phones and our favourite Pokemon plushies, which helps bring us a lot of much-needed comfort. In episode 75, we see just how panicked Sawyer gets when he temporarily loses his notebook, which quickly leads to him becoming depressed.

We know that he values his notebook deeply because it contains all he's learned on his journey, as well as an autograph from Steven Stone. But if you look deeper, it becomes clear that it's even more to him than that. He holds his notebook close to his heart, both metaphorically and literally. He hugs it after receiving approval from Ash (which I'll also get to later) Heck, he even attached his Key Stone to it! He cherishes this notebook like it's his baby, and we find that so adorable and relatable!

Okay, now it's time to get into what's arguably the saddest part of his character: his constant need of approval from others. Pika and I, as well as countless other autistic people, are no strangers to self-doubt, especially in a world where we can't meet a lot of people's expectations. Sawyer likely grew up feeling this way too, which would explain why he's always seeking Ash's approval, since Ash is the one he looks up to the most. Throughout the series, Sawyer's constantly trying desperately to catch up to him. What's even more heartbreaking is that even after he beats Ash, he still needs reassurance from him that he's become strong 🥺

And to make matters worse, he's constantly masking his frustration whenever he fails to beat Ash. The autistic community is definitely no stranger to masking either.

It's not until the episode after his Kalos League battle with Ash when we finally see Sawyer breaking down. All those hours of training to catch up to Ash only led to him losing again in their most important battle yet. He was devastated, but he couldn't show that in front of Ash out of fear of being judged. Once he and Sceptile were alone, however, Sawyer was finally able to let out all the built-up frustration. And oh boy, was it emotional to watch...

But being the resilient trainer he is, Sawyer quickly dried off his tears and reaffirmed his desire to become stronger.

It takes a lot of strength to bounce back from something like this. I also went through a lot of inner turmoil around the time XYZ was airing. But seeing Sawyer bounce back like this inspired me to keep going, and make it through the rest of that year with Sawyer as my main source of comfort.

Needless to say, I see a lot of myself in Sawyer, and so does Pika. Not only is he relatable, but his story is also a great reminder that no matter how bad things feel in the moment, we can always make it out the other side. This is an important message for a lot of people, especially within the autistic community.

Even after all these years, I still find lots of comfort in Sawyer, and I know that'll last for many more years to come 💚

[wyntereyez]

GalaxyCon

I should probably post about GalaxyCon before I forget everything, huh? 

My first day was Saturday and I. Was not prepared. Most of the cons I’ve attended are fandom-specific, and can draw large crowds, but nothing compared to this. According to a news article the next day, there were some 50,000 attendees.

I’d originally only planned to go Saturday, but then Colin’s panel was announced for Sunday, so I got another ticket for then. Saturday was spent beating my way through the crowds (or, more accurate, being beaten) - and getting my photo op with Colin.

It’s been four years since I’d last seen him at Enchanted 2, and damn, he looked amazing. The op was brief, because they do thousands of photos in one day, so I barely had time to do more than say ‘hi’ and ‘thank you.’ He thanked me for coming, and at that point I remembered just how blue his eyes were, and how lovely that Irish brogue is, since it’s currently very thick after being in Ireland for so long. Yup, I still swoon for Colin.

I didn’t get an autograph, but a friend did, and I hung around in line with her until were almost to Colin. His line was so long, it wrapped into the next aisle. I’m not sure the staff anticipated his popularity. And while I was in line, someone told Colin how long his line was, and he gave a little “Yeah!” and put up his arms.

Then we have the Sunday panel. I’m trying to remember as much as I can, but I know I’ll miss things. I’ll put it under a cut, since this is starting to run long.

First of all, kudos to the panel moderator, who helped rephrase questions and guide Colin so he could follow strike rules. That can’t have been easy, so good on GalaxyCon for being prepared and still being able to give us a great panel experience.

Colin was introduced as that actor from That Show, and That Other Show, and That One Movie, etc. At some point, OUAT became ‘The Thing,’ and now I want to embrace that as the show’s alternate title. Also, that would be an awesome crossover.

Anyway... We got a brief introduction, and Colin talked about how hot it was (it had been well over 90 degrees, with a Real Feel of over a hundred, on the day he arrived) and how he’d chosen to wear a suit jacket over his t-shirt and had Regrets.

He apologized for if he was difficult to understand, because he knew how thick his accent was, but someone yelled out they loved it, which he then said was why he brought it up, because he wanted people to say that.

He also said he was doing the panel because he liked having people tell him how great he was, to which the moderator had the entire crowd yell out, “You’re great!”

Then we got to the most bizarre mix of questions I’ve ever heard, and it was wonderful. Things we learned included:

- Colin owns 30 guitars, one of which belonged to Ringo Starr. He has another one that belonged to someone famous, but I can’t remember whom

- If he were a dog breed, he’d be a black Labrador retriever mix

- If he were a comic book superhero (the comic part is very important) he’d want to be Batman. He wanted to be Superman once, but now he wants to be Batman. He earned a blue candy for this, which he promptly put in his mouth with predictable results. Dude, don’t eat candy when you know you’re gonna have questions, LOL.

- Voice acting roles aren’t taboo, so he talked a bit about how different it was to voice Douxie, and how different it was to do dialogue in a booth because he had to be more dynamic rather than speak normally. He also at one point did a bit of Gerry the Leprechaun for us.

- Colin was asked about his feelings on ‘Rise of the Titans.’ He said he enjoyed it, then said he trusted the writers to know what’s best for the characters. I’m not sure if that’s how he really felt, or if he’s just being careful.

- If he were two scoops of ice cream, he’d be pistachio and vanilla - the real vanilla, with the bean.

- He likes pineapple on pizza. He will accept no criticism of this.

- If that one character with the thing on his hand had a dog breed, it would be a black Labrador retriever mix.

- Something he did for The Thing was play INXS’s ‘Need You Tonight’ and did a little strut while wearing the coat. Colin demonstrated. I died.

- When asked what comic villain he would want to be, he said the Joker. This earned him a green candy. He ate it, though he also said he didn’t care for the candy. Colin, why.

- If he could have one mythical creature as a pet, it would be Cerberus. But the heads would be black Labrador retriever mixes. I’m starting to think Colin really loves his dog.

- At one point, Colin said he was having a lot of trouble with this, and that he was worried he’d say the wrong thing. The panel mod assured him that he was doing well. I felt bad for him, because yeah, this can’t have been easy.

- Colin was asked what his most ridiculous phobia is. Colin answered that he fears NOTHING. Except panels.

- When asked if he still talks to people from The Thing, he said a very firm but teasing NO - then proceeded to list a number of people that he does, in fact, talk to.

- Then there’s the beard... at the end of the panel, he said he can’t talk about it, but there’s a reason he has the ‘stupid beard.’ He really doesn’t like it, and it’s kind of hilarious that thanks to the strike, he’s kinda stuck with it for an indeterminate period of time.

And that’s all I remember. If you have more, please add to this post!

[sifanjewel]

Highlights From My Great Con-junction Experience

Receiving autographs and having conversations with Lisa Maxwell, Stephen Garlick, Warrick Brownlow-Pike, Helena Smee, Louise Gold, and Victor Yerrid

Getting a picture taken with Louise Gold and a professional one with Lisa Maxwell. Both women were extremely lovely but Lisa was especially wonderful to interact with! She treated me like her best friend and was super super sweet 🥹 (pics with both are on my instagram @loyal.maudra)

Meeting Louise was amazing because she was part of the OG Muppet Show crew back in the 70s/80s before she worked on Dark Crystal, specifically as Annie Sue Pig (and I’m sure many more). It was sort of a dream come true as a lifelong Muppet/Jim Henson fan to receive an autograph and have a pic taken with someone from the original show!

Cory Godbey and James from @the_darkcrystalproject recognized me from insta 😊 (they both follow me and I and very honored)

Attending Cory Godbey’s Illustration Workshop where we learned how to draw a Mystic

Meeting @thanatasia (who I consider a dear friend) in person! We attended many of the panels together as well as the illustration workshop. She is the sweetest! 💕

Though I didn’t get anything signed or a pic, I had a quick convo with J.M. Lee about the books, he was very nice!

I did have more than one convo with Cory and Helena respectively, they were both so kind ❤️ Honestly talking to Cory was like talking to a friend, we even hugged before I left 😊

Warrick told me that Freckles does have an actual name!! He just forgets what it was 🙃

The cosplay competitions were amazing!! Seriously so much fun to watch! I will be posting clips on insta and my TikTok simply.cozz soon!

On the second day while I was up in the museum, LISA HENSON HERSELF WALKED IN!!! I didn’t talk to her bc I didn’t want to bother her while she was looking around (I could have gone to the Group Signing and spoken with her but I missed that 🤦🏻‍♀️) but to see her in person and be so close was absolutely surreal!!

FUN FACT: Before Sigourney Weaver, Lisa Maxwell was supposed to narrate the intro to ep. 1 of AoR as Kira, which she did record before they chose Weaver; this recording was sold at Lisa’s booth but I received one FOR FREE from her assistant because I guess I was special for some reason??? I haven’t listened to it yet bc it’s on a USB-type chip that goes into a computer but I can’t wait to hear KIRA’S VOICE as the Storyteller!! There were only like 50 of these chips in existence so yeah, I don’t know what I did to deserve one but 🫠🫠

At the closing ceremony we got to chant the Prophecy from the movie (when single shines the triple sun ect), it was honestly kind of emotional to see all these Dark Crystal fans and creators come together like that at this event 😭

And those are some highlights from my time at The Great Con-junction! If anyone has questions feel free to ask!

[datninjalyfe]

Sick Day

“Good morning, Kacchan!” Izuku said, as he had every morning.  “I brought you coffee!”

“Tch.” came Katsuki’s response, just as he had every morning, snatching the coffee cup out of Izuku’s hand, sipping on it.

Since graduating from U.A., Katsuki had an amazing job, working as a sidekick for an amazing Pro-Hero agency that came with a much higher pay than he had expected.  After debating whether to just go Pro, he thought on it long and hard, finally deciding that perhaps it was better to take this job—he could take it as a learning opportunity, to fight villains, kicking some serious ass and (most importantly) being away from—

“Kacchan, you work here, too?!”

No.  Katsuki thought to himself, looking up at the sky, praying to something he didn’t believe in.  No, please, don’t do this to me. But, sure enough, when Katsuki turned around, he came face to face with Izuku.  

This morning was no different than the others: Katsuki walked to the elevator, listening to Izuku ramble on about the police report that was no doubt already sitting on his desk. After a few months, Katsuki realized that he didn’t even have to read it because Izuku would often give him the synopsis, sometimes detailed with sound effects and a rambling commentary.  And because they were spotted together so often, they were portrayed as a duo.

And Katsuki hated it.

“W-w-when I grow up,” a boy told them once on one of their patrols.  “I want to work at your agency!” and Izuku bashfully told the boy how honored he would be to accept him at his agency when he finally got one.  He asked Katsuki for his autograph, but Katsuki grew increasingly angry when one of the kids commented that they were his favorite duo.  “He’s a kid, Kacchan, calm down.”  

It was hard to deny it, even for Katsuki: they were a duo.  

And Katsuki hated it.

No matter how hard Katsuki tried he could get rid of Izuku, who even walked him home after work, with a quick, “Bye, Kacchan!  See you tomorrow!”

“Whatever, nerd.” Katsuki would say before heading inside.

One day, though, Izuku wasn’t at the agency.  Katsuki entered the building, completely uninterrupted from the entrance to the elevators.  Before pushing the button, he took a look around, waiting to see if Izuku was still in the lobby before calling the elevator.  It was surprisingly quiet in the lobby without Izuku’s voice grating in his ear.  Just before heading up, he poked his head out one last time before deciding to go ahead up.

Maybe he’s actually in the office, he thought to himself, but Izuku wasn’t there either. Katsuki was able to walk to his desk to find that the report was sitting there.  It took some time to get through it by himself, without a summary already prepared for him.  

“Kacchan?” someone said, and Katsuki’s ear perked up at hearing his hero name called.  But when it was a measly agency intern, he became incredibly disgruntled.

“Yeah, what do you want?” he asked, the words growling through his teeth.  

“Deku isn’t here today. You okay to do your patrol alone?”

Strange, Katsuki thought.  Deku would never miss a day of work… “Is he okay?”

“Dunno, I don’t ask the questions, only give out the orders.”

Katsuki did the patrol alone.  It was so much quieter like the office had been.  Katsuki made it around his area of the city, making sure that he kept an eye out for the perpetrator that was on his desk this morning.  Time ticked slowly by and when lunch finally came, he decided to text the nerd: You alive?

The response wasn’t automatic, but it said: I think I came down with something.  

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but quickly finished his lunch before he continued through the city to finish his patrol.  

“Where’s Mr. Deku?” he heard a little voice ask behind him.  A tiny, scrawny little boy stood in front of him.  “You’re Mr. Kacchan, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Katsuki said.  He rolled his eyes slightly when the kid looked like he was going to cry.  

“You two are a duo, right?” a woman asked.  The thought of that made Katsuki’s blood boil.  But before he could open his mouth to correct her, the woman knelt down to the boy and said, “Go on, give it to him.”

The boy pulled out an envelope from his backpack and handed it over to Katsuki.  Katsuki took it, reading “To My Favorite Heroes” on the back.  

“Please make sure that Mr. Deku sees it too, please, Mr. Kacchan, sir.” the boy pleaded.  “It’s for both of you!”

The two of them bowed respectfully as Katsuki mumbled, “Sure thing, kid.” Giving the boy a pat on the head, he continued past them.  When the two were out of sight, he took a snapshot of it and sent it to Izuku: Kid gave this to me and said there’s something in it for the both of us.  If it’s money, it’s mine.

What is it?! the reply read.

Katsuki opened the envelope and was almost surprised.  It was a piece of art with a clipping of a newspaper attached to it.  Katsuki looked at the artwork first, clearly done by the boy. A green stick figure carrying something—a person, maybe?  And an orange stick figure carrying perhaps another person.  The two were running from a brick building that was caught on fire.

Despite the artwork not being too detailed, Katsuki remembered this incident: a villain had been terrorizing the city and an entire building engulfed in flames.  

“Worry about the villain if you see him, otherwise, the people in this building are our first priority!” Katsuki barely heard their supervisor yell.  He and Izuku were leagues ahead, the building bursting on one side with flames.  The sounds of people screaming were heard over the roar of the explosion.  Katsuki vividly remembered people jumping out of windows from the higher stories, trying to avoid being burned to death. It was hard to look away as their heads splattered against the pavement, killing them instantly.  

“Kacchan, the boy!” Katsuki heard Izuku yell as they approached.  A woman had jumped out of a window, holding onto a little boy in her arms. She accidentally let go of him and he screamed out, putting his arms above his head.  

“I got him!” Katsuki yelled back, jumping up off the ground and grabbing him, Katsuki gave himself a slight blast back up into the air and once both feet were firmly planted on the ground, he looked at the tiny boy, checking for any injuries.  He couldn’t see any, despite the outpour of tears flowing from his eyes.  Reminds me of fucking Deku.

“I’m scared.” the boy said, shaking in Katsuki’s arms, holding on to him tightly.  

“Don’t be.” Izuku told him, landing next to Katsuki with the woman safely in his arms.  She too had tears in her eyes and clung to Izuku tightly before placing her feet on the ground.  Izuku smiled at the boy in Katsuki’s arms.  “You’re with Kacchan.  He’s the greatest hero in the world.  He’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but told the boy, “We got you, kid.” and he patted the boy on the head.

After looking at the drawing, Katsuki turned his attention to the newspaper clipping—an article that had captured the incident.  In the picture, Katsuki was walking away from the burning building, clearly yelling something at Izuku, who just smiled behind him.  But the boy that was in Katsuki’s arms, had buried his head in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.  Some words were circled in the article and Katsuki read: “The young boy, Ryo, was rescued by Sidekicks Kacchan and Deku—both graduated top of their class from the esteemed school of U.A.  They not only made sure everyone was safe, but also took down the person responsible for terrorizing the city.  These two won’t be sidekicks for long.”  

As he was stuffing both the drawing and the news article back in the envelope, he noticed something else at the bottom: a memory chip card.  God, I haven’t seen one of these in years.  he thought, pulling it out and looking at it. Deku will probably want to know what’s on it too.  

He felt his phone vibrate in his costume and he looked at it to see that he had several unread texts. WELL?!  What is it?  What was in the envelope?  The suspense is killing me!  Was it money?

Katsuki waited until he got back to the agency to respond and when he did, Izuku said: Did you watch the memory card?  

Katsuki: No.  I have no way to watch whatever’s on it.

Izuku: I do! Come by my place, we’ll watch it together.

Katsuki: Did you forget that you’re sick?

Dumb Deku, Katsuki thought, smirking to himself.

Izuku: I’ve been on antibiotics for 24 hours, now.  If you’re really that worried about, wear a mask and social distance.

Curious to know what was on the memory card, Katsuki agreed to come over.  When he returned to the agency, he filed a report (about the entire nothingness of what had happened during his patrol that day) and changed out of his costume. Izuku had sent him an address, and Katsuki placed headphones in before heading to Izuku’s.

Izuku lived relatively close to the agency, but it was quite a few blocks away.  Katsuki passed a convenience store and decided to at least pick up some kind of soup, but grew angry at the owner when he offered to give Katsuki the soup for free. “Just take my fucking money!” he yelled, throwing the bills at the man who bowed before him, thanking him for saving his store from robbers before.  “And I don’t want any fucking change!” he yelled as he left.

When he made it to the address Izuku provided, Katsuki had to double check he was in the right place. He was caught off guard by the large skyscraper that towered before him.  Clouds faded Katsuki’s view of the top; the beaming light of the sun reflected off each window.  It was strange that Katsuki had become totally speechless, especially over a piece of architecture, but the person he was here for—there was no way Izuku could afford to live here, even if he made as much as Katsuki.

“Mr. Bakugou?” someone said. Katsuki’s head snapped to see a smiling doorman, who opened the door for him, bowing as he told him, “Mr. Midoriya is in Number 1203.  Elevators are to your left.” Katsuki blinked for a moment but followed his directions, not saying a word as he took a step into the lobby.  Did Deku tell him I was coming?  He figured as much as he entered the elevator, riding it up to the twelfth floor.  

The elevator moved quickly. The beeps of each floor echoed against the silver, reflective metal walls.  He put his hand to his breast pocket, making sure that the envelope was still there and exhaled a slow sigh of relief when he felt the memory card. He would’ve been so angry if he had forgotten it back at the agency.  

He heard the ding of the twelfth floor.  Realizing he didn’t even know what kind of soup Izuku liked, he wondered if he should give it to him at all.  He stood in front of the door that read Midoriya 12-03.  He watched his hand move and before he could stop himself, he knocked loudly on the door.  

“Kacchan!” Izuku said as he opened the door.

Is he actually sick? He looks totally fine!  He expected Izuku’s hair to be crazier than usual, expected his complexion to be blueish pale, expected him to be crawling he was so sick.  But rather, he was totally alert, his hair still it’s normal curly mess, his lightly tanned complexion still splattered with freckles like someone had taken a paintbrush and flicked them onto his face.  The only indication that he was sick was a bright red nose, rubbed raw.  “Is that for me?” he asked, pointing to the bad Katsuki was holding.

“Tch.” Katsuki stepped inside, kicking off his shoes by the door, shoving the bag of food at Izuku. “Thought you were sick.”  Izuku caught the bag and scrambled to pick up his shoes.

Izuku’s apartment was incredibly large, especially for just one person.  He walked down a hallway that led to a small, almost improvised kitchenette that connected to a large living room.  The only thing separating the two was an island that looked as though it didn’t belong—like someone had placed it there.  The apartment looked so Westernized in comparison to Katsuki’s more traditional Japanese apartment.  The windows in this room encased the entire corner of the apartment, stretching from floor to ceiling.   Light streaked into the room, casting shadows against the small coffee table that was in front of Izuku.  A curved television faced a long leather couch that Izuku had propped himself on. But it was the view of the city, outside the apartment, next to the river that Katsuki found the most beautiful.  

“I’m still not feeling great, but I should be back at work tomorrow.” he said.  Izuku followed Katsuki’s gaze outside and said, “Those are quirkless windows.  They are meant to not break, despite whatever quirk might be thrown at them.” Katsuki could hear the strain of Izuku’s throat as he chuckled.  “Could probably handle your quirk too.”

Katsuki thought about throwing an explosion, to see if the window really could handle it. But looking out at the city beneath him, he thought against it.  “I’ve used my quirk enough today.” he lied, walking away from the window, closer to the couch where Izuku was laying down.

“I can’t believe I missed Ryo!  I was just thinking about that mission the other day.”

“You remembered his name?” Fucking nerd.  

“It was our first missions as sidekicks after graduation.  I wanted to remember it.” Izuku responded.  “Sorry, I just took a round of antibiotics, I’m a little woozy.”

“How the hell can you afford this place?  It’s—,” Katsuki stopped himself before saying the word beautiful, but it really was. Instead, Katsuki sat down on next to Izuku, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out the memory card.

“I used to date the person who owned it, but when we broke up, I kept the apartment.” Izuku told him.

“Were they American?” Katsuki asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them.

Izuku chuckled. “Yeah, uh—,” Izuku took a moment before saying, “Yeah, he was American.”

Katsuki felt the heat of his quirk rage through his body momentarily, but breathed slowly to control it.  The fuck?  “Oh?”

“Oh?” Izuku repeated.  

“I mean, yeah, it’s just—,” Katsuki shook his head.  “Hard to see anyone wanting to date you.”

“Be nice, Kacchan.” Izuku faked a cough and said, “I’m sick.”

“Shut the hell up, Deku.” Katsuki grunted, ignoring the stupid grin spread across Izuku’s face. “Do you have the memory card reader set up so we can watch this thing or what?”

Izuku blinked for moment, a little confused and then said, “Oh!  Yeah, there’s an old laptop in the bedroom.” Katsuki awkwardly paused.  His…bedroom?  “Second door on the left.”

Katsuki felt a little strange entering Izuku’s bedroom, but did so nonetheless.  A large bed took up most of the room with two large bookshelves on either side.  Neither one contained any books, but had decorative pieces, most of which Katsuki recognized from their heroic acts together.  Sitting upon a small table in the corner opposite of where Katsuki stood was the laptop and as Katsuki went to grab it, he noticed a picture that was framed on Izuku’s wall: it was from graduation and Izuku and few of their classmates posed cutely for the picture.  

Ugh, his damn smile, he thought, and rolling his eyes, he scooped up the laptop.  When he had walked out of the bedroom and back to where Izuku was sitting, he found Izuku propped up, wrapped like a burrito in an All Might blanket.  “What are you doing, nerd?”

“I’m cold.” Izuku told him, sniffling.  

“I knew I shouldn’t have come.  You’re gonna get me sick.”

“The doctor said I could still patrol as long as I took it easy—,”

“Deku.” Katsuki said sharply.  “For fuck’s sake, just stay the hell in bed.  I’ll let everyone know what’s going on.”

“Can we at least watch what’s on the memory card?” Izuku pleaded.  

Katsuki sighed heavily. “Set it up yourself, I’m fucking starving.” He paused, briefly for a moment before asking, “What’s your favorite kind of soup, Deku?”

Izuku looked up at him, those bright green eyes wide in shock.  His cheeks turned slightly pink and he said, “Oh, um, I’m sure that whatever you picked up is fine, Kacchan.”

Why is he flustered?  “Just answer the question, Deku.”

“Really, I’ll eat whatever.” but when Katsuki glared down at him, Izuku answered, “Ramen,” at last, before adding a quick, “Thanks, Kacchan.” Their eyes didn’t leave each other.  Katsuki cursed himself, but couldn’t look away.  There was something so nostalgic, not just with Izuku, but in general about his eyes.  They were so wide, rarely blinking as they just held the gaze.  

It was a few seconds too long for Katsuki’s liking and he was the one who looked away.  He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the envelope.  “Here’s everything the boy gave me.”  Katsuki was careful not to look back at Izuku as he handed it over.  “I’ll go make you some fucking ramen.”

True to his word, Katsuki got everything started, but not without the occasional shouts of—“Where the hell is a pot?” “Wait here it—no fuck, that’s for the rice cooker.” “DEKU, DO YOU OWN A FUCKING POT?!” “Do you have any bowls?” “This kitchen is so tiny and irrevocably unorganized!”

But the soup was made and Izuku was already sitting down, back to being wrapped in the blanket, waiting patiently at the table that laid out on the floor.  “I connected the laptop to the TV, so we can see what’s actually on it in 4K!”

Fucking nerd. “Here’s your damn soup.”  He placed the bowl in front of Izuku and sat down next to him, slurping down his own bowl of ramen in a few gulps.

Izuku’s eyes widened in shock as he took a few sips of the broth.  “Wow, I almost forgot how good of a cook you were!”

“Tch.” Katsuki said, but looked away as Izuku started the video.

Katsuki taken back to that moment, back to the memory of when the building—it already collapsed, the rumble had muffled out most of the flames.  The video clip came from a local news station and reporters had surrounded the young boy—Deku said his name was Ryo?—who was talking frantically, making sure to not leave out any details including sound effects: “—and then, Mr. Kacchan caught me midair and then BOOM WA-BAM!  and then we were on the ground and then—!”

Behind the boy was a loud explosion from Katsuki, the camera zooming in over the boys loud yells of, “MR. KACCHAN, GET HIM!”  Katsuki and Izuku had jumped up in the air to avoid the villain’s attacks.  The boy then stepped in front of the camera to say, “See?  SEE?! Mr. Kacchan is the greatest hero in the world!” Ryo had repeated the words Katsuki remembered Izuku telling him.

With another jump in the air, Katsuki came down hard on the villain, and with a loud roar, he ignited the sweat on his hands to ensure the villain would never get back up.  

“Your quirk is amazing, Kacchan.” Izuku told him softly.

What’s with him? Before Katsuki could open his mouth to ask, Izuku stood up and awkwardly pushed the blanket off of his shoulders. His chest was completely bare.  Katsuki quickly shook his head in confusion, almost a shiver, but couldn’t peel his eyes away.  Katsuki had known Izuku all his life, but he couldn’t deny that Izuku was a man now, his features completely honed, his body sinew and muscled.  

“Lights, dim.” Izuku commanded and the lights in the apartment started to fade.  

“Lights—do what?” Katsuki asked, but even in the darkened room, Katsuki could see the outline of his thighs, but quickly darted his eyes upwards to the scars that outlined painful memories.  Izuku reached a hand out and gently touched Katsuki’s face with calloused fingers, lifting Katsuki’s chin with a thumb that brushed over his lips, his green eyes locked on to Katsuki’s.  

“Use it on me.” Izuku whispered.  His green eyes were soft, but his voice was desperate.  

“Use what on you, Deku?”

Before Katsuki got an answer, the darkened vines of black whip escaped from Izuku, wrapping themselves around Katsuki’s waist and pushing him up against the window.  Katsuki braced for the impact, assuming that when he hit the window, he’d go flying through it, but didn’t shatter or even so much as crack. Katsuki’s hands immediately ignited, but Izuku bound his hands together and the explosions were slightly muffled. “DEKU, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

Izuku’s mouth crashed into his. Katsuki could taste his hunger, feel his eagerness.  Slanting his lips, his tongue prodded Katsuki’s mouth open, demanding more. The kiss was hard and unyielding, but Katsuki didn’t try to stop it.  What’s wrong with me?

Anger sizzled through him as Izuku grabbed the back of Katsuki’s head, pulling him closer with one hand, curling his fingers around the thickness of his hair.  His other hand caressed underneath Katsuki’s shirt, rampantly touching down the sides of his torso, along the Katsuki’s abdomen.   A moan escaped from Katsuki as he imagined Izuku’s naked body underneath of his own, drunk on the thought of his voice screaming out cries of passion as Katsuki thrust himself deeply inside of Izuku.  

“Kacchan.” Izuku whispered on his lips, allowing for Katsuki to finally take a breath, peeling away from his fantasy.  The tensile strength of One-for-All’s black whip still had him against the window.  Katsuki’s hands sparked instantly, trying to get Izuku’s black whip off of him, but it was no use—Katsuki let out a few minor explosions, but black whip just held him tighter.  

It was too fast for Katsuki and once he had his breath, he told Izuku, “Deku, if you don’t let me down right this fucking second—,” but black whip tightened itself around him.  Izuku’s breath smelled of the soup he’d made earlier.

“The safe word is stop—,”

“Deku.” Katsuki said, very firmly.  “Stop.”

He felt Izuku gently unwind the binds from Katsuki and returned to Izuku.   “I just—,” Izuku started as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki, his hands locking at the small of Katsuki’s back.  Izuku buried his head into Katsuki’s chest.

“We shouldn’t—,” Katsuki started to say, but he was too confused.  His heart was racing and he pulled away from Izuku, staring down at him intently.  He didn’t know what else to say other than a quiet, “Deku.”  The air in the room grew hazy as the gap between them closed. Katsuki’s lips flattened in self-deprecation, but he closed his eyes and waited for Izuku to kiss him once more.

But the kiss never came.  “Kacchan,” Katsuki heard Izuku whisper, Katsuki felt the tip of Izuku’s nose trace his jaw and placed a light kiss on his temple.  “Can I confess something to you?” Katsuki could feel his warmth of his mouth, his lips touching his ear with each word. “Kacchan.”

“Deku, we’ve—we’re—I don’t understand—,” Katsuki said, frustratingly trying to grapple for words.  “We can’t.  We shouldn’t—,”

“I want to feel you, Kacchan.  I have been touched in so long.”

Katsuki shook his head and moved Izuku out of his way. He was leaving this apartment, leaving the agency, leaving Izuku for good.  

And then he heard Izuku laugh.  A maniacal sound that Katsuki had never heard before from Izuku.  “Kacchan, you have to hate by now.  I’ve been annoying you for weeks.”  Katsuki could feel the hum of Izuku’s chest throughout his entire body as Izuku spoke the words, almost in a whisper, “On purpose.”  

Katsuki felt his blood boil.  Heat, so wild and hot and impatient, ran through his veins. He could feel his quirk beat through his body.  Sweat dripped down his forehead, feeling flushed in the chill air of the apartment.  Izuku was doing that shit on purpose?

Katsuki balefully laughed, throwing his head back, the menacing sounds echoing Izuku’s laugh. “Shit, Deku.” he said.  “You almost made me forget who I was there for a second.” He opened his hands, exposing the sweat he had accumulated in the few minutes of his confusion.  His hands ignited, a small explosion at first to ensure that the apartment could really handle his quirk.  And sure enough, true to Izuku’s word, the room remained unscathed, but Izuku’s had jumped backwards into the pile of smoke Katsuki had made.  “I don’t need a fucking safe word.” Katsuki told him, playfully smirking, licking his teeth.

“Then I won’t stop.”

Dammit, Deku, what are you doing to me?  As the smoke in the room started to clear, Izuku pulled his pants off and threw them onto the floor.  Katsuki couldn’t peel his eyes away from Izuku’s naked body.  Even before Izuku could touch him, Katsuki’s brain became electrified, drunk on the thought of Izuku’s naked body rubbing against his own. Don’t do this, the rational part of his brain tried to convince him, but it was hard to deny that how truly beautiful Izuku was.  Seeing him like this, after all these years—

“I’m going to fucking love riding you.” When Katsuki had realized he’d said that aloud, Izuku grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in, moaning as their lips fervently found each other.  Katsuki’s heart flickered briefly at the sounds of Izuku’s sighs of pleasure and Katsuki couldn’t pull off his shirt fast enough. Izuku’s tongue was wickedly possessive, probing itself inside of Katsuki’s mouth again.  The explored each other, Katsuki’s hands kneaded Izuku’s bare skin.  He pulled his shirt off, and growling loudly, his mouth found Izuku’s, and he bit down hard on Izuku’s lower lip.  Izuku let out a small cry, then a giggle and Katsuki smiled, feeling the excitement of his quirk pop through his hands against Izuku’s body.  Izuku’s hands were so persuasive, his eyes were so deeply green, like a forest during a heavy storm.  There was something so erotic in them as their bodies molded together and Katsuki couldn’t stop.  It felt like liquid fire had swept through his blood, pounding through his head. Katsuki’s body throbbed for Izuku deeply—it ached for him, needing him, hurting to feel Izuku’s touch.

“Suck me.” Izuku begged and Katsuki obeyed, kissing down his neck, sucking on his skin, and his wet mouth messily bearing down on Izuku’s nipples.  Izuku pulled on Katsuki’s hair and the base of his neck, forcing Katsuki down to his knees. He was weak, complete able to let go. Izuku grabbed the back on his head, gently pushing it forward.  Katsuki’s nose crinkled up as Izuku’s cock touched the back of his throat. Warm saliva dripped out of Katsuki’s mouth and onto his chest as he moved up and down Izuku.  He felt it grow even harder in mouth, choking each time it was thrust down his throat. He felt Izuku’s nails dig into his shoulder with one hand and with the other, Izuku pushed on Katsuki’s head, his cock being pushed further in Katsuki.  Each thrust was harder than the last and occasionally, he’d look up at Izuku, who’s head was thrown backwards, back arching, screaming out inaudible squeals of pleasure.  Katsuki jerked himself, spitting into his hand whenever Izuku let him breathe for a moment before plummeting back into his mouth.  

“Let me fuck you.” Katsuki said, more of an instruction than a question.  

“Make me.” Izuku tempted.  

Smirking, Katsuki heated his hands and let out a few tiny pops on the sides of Izuku’s body, nothing more than a slight shock.  

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried out at the small pops and he was knocked onto the floor.  Katsuki wanted him so badly and knowing that Izuku was now vulnerable to him, so irresistible.

Katsuki gestured his head for Izuku to roll over, and pushed his legs. Izuku rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his hips up into the air.  Katsuki could say nothing, not daring to breathe as he looked at Izuku on all fours, his asshole completely exposed, totally vulnerable and submissive in every way.  

“Tell me you want it.” Katsuki whispered in Izuku’s ear, biting down on the lobe.  He was so hard now, pulling Izuku’s waist towards his hard cock. He further pulled apart Izuku’s cheeks, kicking his legs open with his knee.  He looked at how tight Izuku’s asshole was, how beautiful his green pubic hairs looked against his pale, freckled skin.  Katsuki spit into his hand, and jerked himself until his hand was easily sliding down the shaft.  Katsuki’s hand ignited and he brought it down on Izuku’s ass, leaving a dark, red mark behind.  “Tell me you fucking want me.” Katsuki begged.

Izuku turned and looked at Katsuki.  Once again, for the second time that evening, their eyes locked.  There was a hunger in this look, a thirst for more.  It was incredibly—

—primitive.  “I want you, Kacchan.”

This is what he truly wanted—all of Izuku, exploring the intimate regions of Izuku’s body with his own, the feeling of when they joined together.  And when Izuku had said those words, Katsuki plummeted into him, thick and heavy.  Katsuki was completely seduced, giving into the deep need in his soul.  It was so warm, the feeling Izuku’s ass encasing itself around his dick.  There was no pause, no second for either of them to catch their breaths as Katsuki drove deeper into him.  He grabbed the back of Izuku’s hair and hoisted him upwards, nearly forcing Izuku to sit in his lap.  Their bodies writhed in pleasure as Izuku pushed back against Katsuki’s dick each time it was driven into him.  He released Izuku from his grip, hearing a loud exhale as Izuku crashed back down onto his hands. He heard Izuku spit into his hands and reach underneath, gently messaging Katsuki’s balls.  Katsuki groaned, feeling the tender touch of Izuku squeezing him, rubbing him.

“Fuck me…please, yes, just like that.” Izuku moaned.  Katsuki needed this.  Katsuki needed this so, so badly.  He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, allowing Izuku’s tight asshole to eat his cock. He listened to the delicious noises it made, the wet clapping sounds of Izuku’s ass bouncing against his pelvis. It was intoxicating, hearing the sounds of Izuku between cries of “More, please, more!” He spread Izuku’s ass cheeks, thrusting himself deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until the entirety of the world started to blur together.  

“Kacchan, I’m—fuck, I’m coming!” Izuku cried out.

“Shit, m-me too—Deku—!” Katsuki nudged himself one last time as hard as he possibly could, grabbing Izuku’s hips until he sprayed milky, hot cum into Izuku.  

The two collapsed onto the floor next to each other.  They didn’t speak and Katsuki’s mind raced for moment, but managed to silence his loud thoughts of trying to reconcile with what just happened.  Instead, he decided that it did happen and after several minutes, he managed to at least roll over to face Izuku. Izuku’s eyes slowly blinking closed, but he was smiling—a soft, familiar look crept across Izuku’s face.  Katsuki reached out, his hand cupping Izuku’s cheek, rubbing his thumb along Izuku’s jaw.

“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice trembled.

“Deku.” Katsuki said in between loud breaths.

“Do you hate me?”

Katsuki chuckled, but answered honestly.  “No, Deku.” As he started to sit up, he sneezed loudly, feeling a bit of a scratch in his throat.  “BUT I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU GOT ME FUCKING SICK—,”

Izuku giggled.  “Spend the night?”

Katsuki looked over at him.  His cheeks were flushed, sweat beaded down his face.  The sun had mostly set outside.  Katsuki didn’t want to leave.  He wanted to stay here, next to Izuku.

Forever.

[flourgirl]

Sick of Losing Soulmates

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harry’s Christmas party.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.

A/N: I’m ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3

“And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all up” -All Too Well, Taylor Swift

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

“Hey!” Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.”

She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didn’t recognize. “Uh, who’s the girl with Peter?”

“Gwen Stacy,” she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didn’t feel like sharing that position with anybody else. “Don’t worry though! It’s nothing serious. Peter actually hasn’t really dated anybody ever since the two of you…”

Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadn’t moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! They’re over in the kitchen.” She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harry’s expertly decorated apartment. 

You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.

“Who the hell is touching me?” she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. “Holy fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?”

MJ’s frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harry’s infamously terrible eggnog. “Only a few minutes,” you laughed, your face smushed into her torso. 

“Hi,” Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didn’t really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasn’t actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. “Remember me?”

“Of course, stupid,” you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. “How could I forget those iconic fits of yours?”

“True,” he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. “You look pretty fly too, though.”

“Thanks,” you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.

“You two are just as ridiculous as ever,” Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peter’s girlfriend, even if you weren’t around as much.

The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them. 

You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friend’s embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Betty’s faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back. 

“They’re so gross,” MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. “I can’t believe he’d do that when you’re right here!”

“Wait, MJ,” you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay. I don’t care about it. I’m just going to head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each other’s faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.

Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.

Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.

“Y/N. I didn’t know that you’d be here,” he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach. 

“Obviously,” you sighed. This wasn’t the Peter you knew—the sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. “You guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.”

“Shit, sorry,” he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. “Y/N. Can we talk later?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nice sweater, though,” you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.

The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJ’s birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody else’s drunken mischief. 

In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.

You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harry’s invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you weren’t sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it. 

But you didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.

By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harry’s living room, hoping that Peter wouldn’t somehow pick your present.

“What’d you bring?” you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch. 

“Gift card to In-N-Out,” she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. “But Harry’s rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe I’m not as clever as I thought.”

“Heard that,” Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, you,” you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. “We doing this thing or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys. 

“Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but I’ll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!”

The first couple of people you didn’t really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwen’s mini waffle iron.

By the time it was your turn, there weren’t many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it. 

“Oh,” you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. “I mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!”

Peter’s face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didn’t know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.

“Okay, two people left. Jake, you’re up next, buddy,” Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had “I Love Ned!” embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. “Oh, shit. Sweet! I’ve got a date with Y/N!”

“Sup, baby,” Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. “We’re gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.”

“Awesome, congrats, man,” Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldn’t stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. “Okay, we’re nearly finished, guys. Peter, you’re up. Pick any of the gifts that haven’t been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.”

You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how “hot” you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jake’s hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.

He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.

The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.

“We don’t actually have to go out,” he whispered, hoping that you’d actually look at him this time. “I just didn’t think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. You’re not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We aren’t even friends. You don’t get a say in who I go out on dates with,” you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.

Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.

You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. “I can’t stand seeing you with anybody else,” he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.

His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.

“Peter, we really shouldn’t,” you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. “It’s over, okay?”

“Y/N, please. I—”

“You what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?” you cried, embarrassed at how you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. “You’re just… you’re too late.”

You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.

“Peter’s an idiot,” you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balcony’s edge.

“Huh?” you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. “What do you mean?”

“He’s stupid for ever letting you go,” he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. “I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peter’s an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.

“You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. “I never told you this, but you were my first kiss.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, a little shocked at his confession. “But I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?”

“Nope. I was just a liar,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.

“Oh! I forgot all about that,” you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. “Hold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?”

“Guilty,” Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. “Ow! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?”

“I have a lot of rage,” you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence. 

“You don’t feel that way anymore, right?” you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.

“No, not anymore,” he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. “I think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.” 

“He misses you a lot,” Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. “He keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves you—”

“Harry,” you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you and Peter should be together.”

“You think so?” you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.

“Yeah. We all do.” It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.

“We?” Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. “Wait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?”

“Uh… yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.”

“HARRY!” You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. “I am so going to get you guys!”

You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening. 

“The eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!” Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.

“What’s going on?” Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. “Is this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?”

“It’s not stupid!” Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. “Whatever, Michelle.”

“Shut up!” she shouted back.

“No, you!” he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.

“Make me,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.

“Uh, guys. This isn’t about you two,” Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.

“Right,” MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. “Y/N. You should go talk to Peter.”

You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didn’t really care.

Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.

“So, all I’m saying is that they’re totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!” he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.

“Hey,” you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. “Can I borrow Peter?”

“Uh, yeah, totally, Y/N,” he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.

“Great. Thanks, Brad!” you smiled, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.

“Why’d you dump me?” you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. “Be honest.”

He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. “Just tell me, Peter. It’s okay.”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. I’ve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch May’s heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasn’t sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.”

“Hey, Peter. Calm down. I’m right here,” you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. “Why would anybody want to hurt me?”

“Because…” he started, hesitating a little bit. “Because I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. “Are you being serious right now?”

He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Man’s suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.

“I would never lie to you,” he said, folding it up and sitting back down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing—that you’d be safe—but I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether you’ve gotten home alright and how your little brother’s doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. “I forgive you,” you sighed, gently playing with his hair.

Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Does this mean that we’re back together?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.

“Wait,” Peter said, breaking away from you. “I have a present for you. It’s actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.”

He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. “Here it is,” he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. “It’s a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think it’s got around a hundred on there?”

“Wow,” you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. “You’re making me look bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Not true. You owe me a date, remember?” he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re right. Let me think,” you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. “Oh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!”

“I love you so much,” he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. “But you are such a nerd.”

“I’m your nerd, Parker,” you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. “Always have been and always will be.”

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Longest Night (43) Eating

Ao3 | FF.net

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Bonus Scene from last Chapter:

Emilie reclined on the couch next to her husband. She had a glass of whiskey in her hand, her drink of choice. A silken robe covered her form as she rested against the plush cushions.

But she was not relaxed. Not in the slightest.

Gabriel had pulled up the Ladyblog on the smart TV and proceeded to go down the timeline of akumas. Thankfully, Alya had organized the blog to skip all the theories and fluff articles. Only the actions of the heroes and Hawkmoth were shown.

Emilie had scooted away from him when he said, “I was a terrorist.” But she stayed long enough to hear that none of his damage or casualties were permanent. And that he had some regret about his actions. He had been desperate to get her back, and admitted that he had crossed the line so many times.

So now he was admitting to all of his crimes. He was coming clean to her, so she could judge him fairly and for herself.

“I had no idea that Adrien was Chat Noir. I didn’t know until his identity was revealed.”

Emilie found this to be a lie, however, since he reached an Akuma in the timeline when he suspected Adrien to be Chat Noir.

Gorizilla, that was the name. The bodyguard Emilie had known forever was the poor victim. He had turned into a giant blue ape and had Adrien in his grasp.

And then...and then...

Emilie watched in horror as the Akuma dropped her son, her baby, off the side of the building.

“I had hoped that he would transform to save himself, but he very cleverly called my bluff—“

The glass of whiskey was now empty, as it’s contents were in his face.

Perhaps he had been too honest.

“My baby!! My precious little boy! My innocent sweet sunshine boy! You let him get thrown off of a roof on a hunch?!??”

“I wasn’t going to let him hit the bottom. Ladybug saved him.”

“WELL I’M GLAD SOMEONE WAS ON TOP OF IT!” She shouted. “I can’t believe you! Of all the low down, dirty, rotten, conniving tricks!”

“Emilie please—“

“I should throw you off the building and see how you like it!”

“Please calm down.”

“Calm down?! CALM DOWN?!” She found one of her heels she had kicked off earlier. “Gabriel Maurice Agreste! I’m going to murder you!”

He looked at her flatly. “We haven’t even gotten to the worst part.”

Emilie’s primal scream of rage made something click in his brain.

It was time to go.

--

To say that Tom, Sabine, and Gabriel were surprised would be an understatement.

There, standing at the top of the stairs, arm and arm, were Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not Adrien and Marinette, but the costumed heroes that everyone loved. With added hats and scarfs to protect from the December air.

Tom was the first to recover and gave them a disarming smile. “Hey kiddos! Where’s the fire?”

“No fire.” Said Ladybug. “Ice Cream.”

“Ice cream? In January?” Asked Gabriel. “If you want Ice Cream, you could have just asked.”

Ladybug shook her head. “Alya figured out where Andre’s Ice Cream cart is. We want to go.”

“Okay, well, we could drive you—“ started Sabine.

“No!” Ladybug shouted. “I need to get out of this house or I’m going to explode! I need to get away from the smothering! I need to feel the sun on my skin and the wind—“ she choked. “I need to get out there for just a little while.”

“Your suits will draw attention.” Gabriel said it as a thought to be considered, and not a warning.

“I know. But won’t it help? Isn’t everyone asking about us?”

Tom gave a little smile. “What’s the harm? Can you just text us when you get there?”

“I can do that.” Ladybug smiled.

Gabriel spoke up. “Did you make sure Adrien wanted to go?”

“It was his idea.” She said cooly.

“Well, I have been disarmed.” Gabriel shrugged. “Just please be careful.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” Ladybug assured.

After they both left, Tom looked at his wife and Gabriel. “They amaze me. They are doing so well!”

“I agree. Especially Marinette,” said Gabriel. “For her to not be afraid to go out in their suits...”

“I think the suits are for strength.” Added Sabine. “For them to be able to walk that far, and for protection.”

“That makes sense.”

She frowned. “Actually, I think it’s the suits that are letting them do this well. I found them sleeping in them the other night.”

Tom winced. “That’s not a great sign.”

Gabriel screwed up his lips in thought.

—

Outside the mansion, Ladybug and Chat Noir descended the stairs and went out to the gate. It was at the point where the media no longer lingered outside the mansion. No one had gotten a glimpse of the heroes, and they weren’t likely to for a while still.

“Do you want to walk? Or take the roofs?”

“Walk. I’m still not strong enough for rooftops.”

“Okay. He’s not that far from here.”

They made their way, hand and hand, to the Ponts des arts.

As they walked, occasionally they were bugged by passerby. Mostly with handshakes and cheek kisses, occasional selfies. Thankfully, since it was January, there weren’t a lot of pedestrians.

Finally, they reached the bridge. Andre spotted them from the other side. “Ladybug! Chat Noir! Oh my favorite duo!”

Ladybug gave a soft smile to the man. “Hello Andre. One please.”

“Of course! On the house!” He prepared a cone, and started to scoop. “One scoop mint chip, for Chat Noir. One scoop cherry chip, for Ladybug, and one scoop cookies and creme, for true, pure love, riddled with trials and tribulations.” He stuck two spoons in the ice cream and handed it over. “Come see me whenever you like. You’re always welcome here!”

“Thank you. This looks delicious!”

It was unseasonably warm. Sitting on a bench looking out on the river, ice cream in hand, everything felt normal for a little while. A lovely ice cream date, something Marinette had always wanted to do with Adrien.

He let out a long sigh.

“Are you okay? Comfortable?”

“I’m fine.” He smiled at her. “My butt hurts a little, but I’ll survive.”

“We don’t have to stay long. We’ll just finish our ice cream.”

“No, you were right,” he breathed. “Just being outside for a while is nice.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “I can’t believe how much I missed this. It wasn’t that long but…”

“The sunlight.” Ladybug finished for him. “It’s nice. I can feel it.”

“And the wind. And hearing the birds. Hearing the water. It’s all nice.”

They ate in companionable silence for a while. Living in the moment with blank minds.

“Hey, you beat us!” Alya called as they approached.

“We decided to get out before school let out and everyone ruined our fun.” Said Ladybug.

Alya and Nino got their ice cream and joined them on the bench.

“So, how’s the dynamic duo today? Haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time with you since we both moved back home.”

“Well, we have sweethearts ice cream. Not much to complain about.”

“Anybody give you trouble on the way out?”

“A couple people wanted pictures, and to express sympathy. It wasn’t bad.”

“It helps that it’s not tourist season, and it’s a weekday.”

“I’m sure. What kind of ice cream did you get?”

“Neapolitan. Or as Andre now calls it, Ninopolitan. Just for us.”

“That’s adorable.”

“I’m not usually a fan of strawberry ice cream either, but Andre’s is so good.”

“His chocolate is amazing.” Added Nino. “I want him to make my wedding cake out of it.”

“What, you don’t want my dad’s better-than-crack chocolate cake?”

“Half and half!” He protested. “I shouldn’t have to choose!”

Chat Noir smiled broadly, his shoulders shaking with mirth.

“Oh, before I forget. Did Chloe tell you about the Mayor’s ball a few weeks out?”

Ladybug groaned. “Yeah. The supposed ‘Hero’s Ball’ in honor of Chat and I? No thanks.”

“It can’t be too bad. A chance to get all gussied up, eat good food, and mingle with rich people.”

“Old Marinette would be excited, but...”

“You’ve got to stop referring to yourself like that, girl. You’ve changed, but you’re not a totally different person.”

She laughed. “I’m not?”

“A lot different, but there’s plenty of things I recognize. Right now, you seem to be doing really well. Besides the hair cut, you can hardly tell.”

“That’s good then.” Said Ladybug. “As long as someone recognizes me.”

“Are you designing a dress for the ball?”

“Gabriel and I are collaborating.” She stated it so plainly, like she didn’t even care. “He found a design he liked in my sketchbook, and he’s altering it. Same for Adrien. He’s designing a dress for my mom from scratch.”

“Oh that’s cool!”

“Poor man, he’s trying so hard to be a good father, but he’s so awful at it.”

Chat Noir snorted.

“He doesn’t get points for trying?”

“No. Not when he’s being awful when it matters. I’ve been yelled at for talking for Adrien, since he still isn’t ready to speak. Gabriel is impatient and bossy. He’s plenty generous, but he lacks understanding.”

“And it’s easy to be generous when you’re rich.” Added Nino.

Chat nodded in agreement.

“How are you today, bro?” Nino asked.

Chat shrugged, and pointed to his ice cream with his spoon.

“Gotcha.”

As they say, all good things must come to an end. And the simple peaceful outing turned into chaos when one person shouted. “There they are! It’s Ladybug and Chat Noir!”

From both ends of the bridge, people came running. Calling out for attention. Swarming.

“We didn’t even get to finish our ice cream,” Ladybug lamented.

Chat Noir, however, trembled at the noise and shifted closer to her, Alya, and Nino.

Alya stood, allowing Nino to wrap a protective arm around both of the heroes.

“Back!” Alya shouted at the crowd, raising her hands. “Back, you animals!”

The mob heeded her commands and stopped just a few feet away.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are not ready for visitors! They aren’t doing autographs, and they aren’t doing hugs! They’re just out for ice cream and sunshine! So be on your merry way please!”

“Ladybug!” A little girl cried out. She weaseled her way through the crowd and ran at them, ignoring Alya completely to crash into Ladybug’s legs and nearly crawl into her lap.

“Hey!” Alya shouted. “What did I just say?”

“I’m so so sorry!” A woman called, catching up with the girl. “She’s just so excited! She loves Ladybug!”

“It’s alright.” Ladybug assured, petting the girl’s head. “How are you Eva?”

The girl beamed. “You remembered my name!”

“Of course I do. I’d remember any akuma that took six hours to beat.”

The girl giggled. “Sorry not sorry!”

Ladybug lifted the girl so she could properly sit on her lap, while the rest of the crowd stood back and listened.

“How are things at home? Did they ever get better?”

Eva gave a little shrug. “Mommy and daddy ended up getting divorced. But now that they don’t live in the same house, they get along a lot better. Sometimes we have dinner together. It still hurts, but at least they don’t yell anymore!”

“I’m really glad to hear that. I’m sorry that they divorced. That’s never an easy thing to go through, but I’m glad things worked out.”

“What about you? Are you feeling better?”

Ladybug swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m…I’m doing alright. Somedays are better than others. Today we felt good enough to go out and get some ice cream.”

“Ice cream makes everything better!”

She smiled. “It sure does.”

“What about you, Chat Noir? How are you?”

He nodded with a smile.

“He said he’s good.” Provided Ladybug.

“Oh yeah, his voice hurts. That happened to me last year. I coughed and coughed and then I sounded like a frog. Do you sound like a frog when you talk?”

He shook his head.

“No? Well that’s good! Wouldn’t sound much like a cat if you croaked!” She reached up and petted Chat Noir’s head like a real cat.

He couldn’t help but purr.

“Oops, you found his soft spot.” Ladybug snickered.

Eva giggled and scratched him again. “What kind of ice cream did you get?”

“Mint chip, cherry chip, and cookies and creme.”

“Cookies and creme is my favorite! Did you like it?”

“I did! Though, I don’t think there’s any bad ice cream.”

“I do! My dad likes pistachio ice cream! Bleh!”

“Oh but pistachio is good!”

“No it’s not! It tastes like butt!”

Ladybug laughed. “Why don’t you ask your mom for some ice cream?”

“Oh hey yeah! That’s a great idea!”

The woman with Eva came closer. “Can I get a picture with you together?”

“Sure.”

“Mom! Get Chat in the picture too!”

Chat Noir leaned in, as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

A click, and Eva was scampering off of her lap. “It was nice seeing you Ladybug! I’m going to get ice cream now!”

Ladybug smiled at her. “I’m glad we could talk, Eva. That was nice. See you later.”

“Later!”

Ladybug let out a blissful sigh. The crowd was still surrounding them, waiting to be prompted.

“I’m kinda tired.” She announced. “What about you, kitty?”

Chat nodded and yawned.

“They’re going to go home now folks! Go on, get!” Alya shooed them away. “Sorry your outing was interrupted.”

“Mmm, actually, that wasn’t as bad as I was expecting.”

—

Adrien awoke from his nap feeling only a little groggy. He was down to one nap a day now, though it still usually lasted over an hour.

Marinette laid in his arms, her back pressed against his chest. It looked like she was awake as well, as she scrolled through her phone.

Adrien nuzzled closer, pressing a kiss behind her ear. “Whatcha reading?” He asked softly.

“Ladynoir FanFiction.”

He chuckled softly. “I thought you hated our FanFiction.”

“I did. But not so much anymore. Alya said a lot of authors on the blog are going back and editing their stories, so that our names and backgrounds are right. It’s kind of fun to see what people assume about us. The innocent things, like what our favorite Pokémon is and what flavors of ice cream we like.”

“Hmm.” Adrien hummed in her ear, savoring that perfect level of comfort. “What is your favorite Pokémon, my lady?”

“According to fics, it’s Ledyba.”

He scoffed.

“But I think I like Spheal. He’s a spherical seal. He’s a good boy.”

“He is a good boy.” Adrien said sleepily. “Wanna guess mine?”

“Is it Arcanine?”

“...yeah, it’s Arcanine.”

She giggled, turning her phone off and turning to face him. “I’m afraid you’re an open book to me.”

“Only to you.” He promised, kissing her swiftly.

There came a knock at the door.

“Adrien? Are you awake?” Gabriel’s voice came from the hall.

“He’s awake,” Marinette answered for him.

They adjusted themselves to be a little more presentable as Gabriel entered. He actually looked nervous, and excited? It was hard to tell on a man so stoic. He rubbed his hands together. “So, Adrien, we have a guest joining us for dinner tonight, and I thought you might want to see her first.” He beckoned the guest at the door.

Seeing Aunt Amilie, even after all this time, made his heart squeeze. She looked just like his mother, right down to the side ponytail.

Wait.

Was this some sort of joke? Amilie was in white, and her hair was tied on the other side, just the way his mother used to—

“Hi Hunny Bunny.” Her voice was so soft, so gentle. Tears gathered in her eyes as her hands raised up for him. “Look at how much you’ve grown!”

All of a sudden, he wasn’t in his bedroom. He was in that cold dark room, where they had been kept in crude cages. He was looking at the corpse with his mother’s face on it.

Then it morphed into everything wrong. Mouths for eyes, snakes for teeth, dripping fingers, as she just continued to smile at him. “It’s me, Adrien…I’m home.”

Adrien shook his head frantically, trying to shake the vision. But it wouldn’t leave. It was acid, wasn’t it? LSD? That’s what Dr. Boucher said was in his system. That hallucinations he had down in the catacombs would continue to haunt him. They were as unpredictable as they were vivid.

“Adrien honey?” Her voice was too sweet. It was wrong. Why was she here?

Adrien scrambled off the bed, placing himself opposite of the mattress from her, and he watched her with careful eyes.

“Adrien,” Gabriel tried. “It’s alright, your mother is home now. She’s back.”

Between the horrible visions and twisting thoughts, he had half a mind to take offense. She was back? She was fine all this time? Where was she? Why did she leave him alone? He couldn’t find any joy in the utter wrongness of it all. It made no sense, and it felt like some sick twisted joke.

His eyes wandered over to the windows on the other side of the room. His reflection was so small, so disgustingly thin and dirty, bloody, and pale. And her reflection…

It wasn’t his mother.

Gabriel nervously bit his thumb, waiting for Adrien’s reaction. So far, he just sat there, staring at her with impossibly wide eyes. Then he scrambled out of the sheets, his eyes never leaving her face. But there was no smile, no disbelief, no awe. Just shock and fear.

“Adrien, it’s alright. Your mother is home now. She’s back.”

Adrien quaked in his spot, shaking like a leaf, ready to burst. His listless eyes turned and caught sight of something in the window.

Gabriel never did know what his son saw, but whatever it was, it was horribly upsetting.

Terrible enough to rip that scream from his throat. Frightening enough make him flail his fists around, at him, at Marinette, and his own mother.

“Hunny bunny?” she asked once more, pleading with him.

It didn’t work. It only further exasperated Adrien, so that he shouted at her, like if he yelled loud enough she was disappear in a puff of smoke.

That’s when Gabriel conceded that his plan had failed epically. He grabbed Emilie’s wrist and pulled her from the room, as Adrien continued to scream after her.

Sabine caught her in a hug just outside the door. “It’s alright, dear.”

Emilie clung to her. “He doesn’t know me!”

“Of course he does,” Sabine soothed. “He’s just confused right now.”

Gabriel had made sure to close the door as they left, but it did nothing to suppress the noise from the room. The banging, the crashing, the clattering of books and trophies being flung off the shelves.

And Marinette’s rational voice trying to reach him.

“I hate her!” He yelled, like an arrow to Emilie’s heart. “She’s a liar! That’s all she’s ever been! I hate her! I hate her!”

Gabriel pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “He doesn’t, he loves you so much.”

“Where did so go?! Why did she leave me alone with—with him?!” He voice broke off into ugly sobbing.

“Oh my baby boy,” Emilie wept. “My poor baby…”

“Well, I really hate to be the one that told you so…” Plagg spoke, phasing through the door.

“Don’t sound so smug.” Gabriel bit.

“I’m not. I swear I’m not.” His ears hung sadly. “But’s like I said. He doesn’t know where she’s been. To him, she ran away without a word, and she’s only coming back now? Because of what? The fact that he was tortured on screen?”

Emilie covered a mouth to hold back a sob.

“That’s not what happened, and you know it!” Gabriel yelled back.

“Of course I know! But he doesn’t! And you’re going to have to explain all of it to him.”

“What do you mean, ‘all of it’?”

Plagg looked at him levelly. “If you want Adrien to accept his mother, you’ve got to tell him about being Hawkmoth.”

Gabriel looked at the door. “Do you think he’s ready? Either of them are ready?” Plagg shrugged. “His world is rocked either way. I think you’ve got to decide which parent he needs more. Because the way I see it, he’ll reject the other. Maybe both of you.”

Emilie and Gabriel shared a very meaningful look.

Finally, Emilie hugged Sabine. “You’ll go comfort him, right? He needs a mom right now.”

“Of course dear.” Sabine opened the bedroom door slightly and crept inside. Emilie watched from the crack as she approached Marinette and Adrien, who were huddled together in a corner. It didn’t take any convincing for both of them to accept her embrace.

“I’ve missed so much.” Emilie whispered, teary-eyed.

Tom squeezed her shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Gabriel sighed. “And hopefully, you won’t have to miss anything more. I’ll tell them tomorrow. Even if…even if Adrien hates me, he deserves my honesty. And…I haven’t been very good to him since this whole mess started. You’ll be better for him, I know.”

“Gabe…”

“It’s alright. I suppose this is my punishment. But as long as Adrien gets everything he needs, then it’s all worth it.”

[centuryofdean]

Of Food and Comfort - Part 3

Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.

Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language and Scenes of Sexual Nature

Pairing:: Thor x Reader

Christmas was looming up faster than you were expecting. You made it a point to get everyone on base a gift, even if it was something small. Though, what do you get super heroes, who have anything they could want because of Tony Stark? What do you even get Tony Stark?

You had made plans with Wanda to go shopping in town for gifts. Liam tried to tag along, but you refused and insisted it was a girl’s trip.

That was the plan anyway.

Vision invited Wanda to go see some of the Christmas lights out in the suburbs and the woman could hardly turn him down. She had been harboring feelings for him for ages, you would feel guilty to deny her that.

So, as you were getting your coat on to head out, Thor invited himself along. And you could hardly turn him down.

Ever since that night Liam came over for dinner, Thor stuck around. It had been a couple weeks, but he seemed to be more interested in spending time with you than before. This isn’t something you were complaining about, but just confused—why the turn around?

Liam had popped by the base a few times since Thanksgiving. He had also pointed out that Thor was very touchy-feely with you—and he didn’t like it. When he first brought it up, you tried to think if it were true. As far as you could remember since the beginning of your friendship with Thor there had always been hugs, soft touches of the shoulder and even sitting side by side on the couch. Neither you nor Thor were doing anything different than normal from what you could tell. It actually seemed like anytime Liam came around Thor would suddenly make himself scarce. You assured Liam that the God was no more than a friend—even if deep down you wish it were a lie.

Thor was just amazed a Midgardian could lift his hammer. Your almost boyfriend still made it known he didn’t like you spending time with the blonde hero. Tough luck though, because he was your friend and you wouldn’t lose your mind over a man you had only been seeing for two months.

“Do you celebrate Christmas in Asgard,” you asked. Thor had promised you to go to the mystical realm as a reward for lifting his hammer. Though he might have forgotten by now. You had drank so much that night, you thought it a dream until Sam said something about it the next day.

Thor maneuvered out of the car from the passenger seat to meet you in the snow-covered parking lot.

“We celebrate Yuletide, which from my understanding is similar. Time for family and friends, enjoy the company of others. Be thankful and grateful for those around you,” he rumbled softly.

“Well do you exchange gifts?”

His brow furrowed, “No. Children sometimes receive gifts, if they prepare an offering.”

You were about to inquire about the offering, when the snow and ice below took your gravity. Thankfully Thor was there to grasp your arm to prevent the fall. Once you were righted, he kept his arm around your back to guide your way.

The heat filled your cheeks at the intimacy. The comforting warmth of his arm wrapped around your shoulders was very welcome. This man was nearly everything you could have dreamed of and more. “Well,” you cleared your throat, “I am getting gifts for our friends. That is what we are shopping for.”

Inside the large mall it was easy to be looked over. Yes, Thor got a few glances and you could see some people snapping a picture or two on their smart phones. Oh well, it was bound to happen even if he wasn’t an Avenger—the man was gorgeous.

You pulled out your small notepad with a list of names. It took a few scribbles and ideas, but there was something for everyone on your list. Except Thor. Next to his name was blank space, because you couldn’t think of what to get him. Shortly after you made the list, you became inspired to knit him a sweater. Knitting was not the best skill you possessed, but you could make things at least. The man loved sweaters for whatever reason, so making one would be the kindest gift to give. If worse came to worse and the sweater turned out like shit, you could buy one.

The trip was a little lengthy but enjoyable. Thor reached on high shelves for you, carried your bags and somewhat kept you out of harm’s way from the crazy shoppers. He even decided he wanted to get gifts for the others as well. The gifts he got were a little odd in choice.

For Tony he grabbed a pair of sunglasses. Natasha is going to get a pair of fuzzy socks. Steve will open a box of chocolates. The list went on. You tried to snoop but was unsuccessful in finding out what you would be receiving from him. If he bought it today, you didn’t see it. Honestly you would be lucky to receive anything from Thor at all.

At the end of the trip you had to go through the food court. The soft pretzels smelled appetizing and looked better than ever before as you passed by. Just as you were shaking your head at yourself in annoyance, Thor chuckled and gestured you to stop. “Did you want to get a pretzel schat,” he asked.

“It’s okay, there is plenty of food at the base. I don’t need—”

Thor cut you off, placing a free hand on your shoulder, “Nonsense. Let us get some.”

“Thor,” you laughed when he started to walk towards the pretzel stand. He had at least four bags on his right wrist and three more bags in his rand hand. “Those pretzels are huge; I won’t eat dinner tonight if I have one!”

After he paid for the pretzels and some dipping cheese, you both continued on your way out to the parking lot. It would be easier to eat in the car instead of sitting at a table and get stopped by other people asking for autographs or to take pictures with Thor. At least seven people had stopped him while shopping.

“I can’t eat all of this,” you moaned regretfully while savoring the beautiful taste of the salted pretzel and nacho cheese. “I will gain three pounds alone from this whole pretzel.”

Thor had already finished his, smirking at you as you ate yours. “You shouldn’t worry about weight schat,” he smiled, “you are very tiny as it is.”

You were ready to tell him about carbs and how this whole pretzel would be terrible to eat on top of everything else for the day when you paused. “You keep calling me that,” you mused. “What does it mean?”

He turned his gaze to the windshield, sighing softly when he did so. “In a way it is a compliment, it means you are the type of person who is a rarity, a very good person,” he said. A little confused, you wordlessly offered him the rest of your pretzel. Maybe you would do some Googling later.

On the way back to the base you received a call from Liam. He wanted to have you come stay the night with him. It wasn’t something that you two had done before. Ultimately you gently refused since the roads weren’t the best, and you just left the city. Feeling bad, you found yourself inviting him over, hoping he would refuse due to the weather or being uncomfortable at the base. You cringed when he agreed.

“If you do not like the mortal, why do you continue to see him,” Thor murmured softly when you came to a stop in the garage. The way he said mortal almost brought you up short. You were a mortal after all.

Stunned, you replied, “I do like Liam. I just… don’t like how pushy he is sometimes.”

“I know he does not enjoy my company,” Thor muttered, “he does not agree with our friendship.”

“That is where I draw the line. I won’t be with someone who can’t accept my friends. So do not fear big guy, I’m not kicking you to the curb yet,” you offered a small smile while getting out. “But if you don’t carry all these bags, I am reevaluating our friendship for sure.”

 The both of you were holed up in your room for little over an hour while wrapping gifts. Thor was terrible at it. More times than not, the paper ripped when he folded it, or he would try to wrap the paper around the gift like a crumbled ball. You took the time to wrap for him, but he would forget the receivers name after it was wrapped. This resulted in unwrapping a few gifts and rewrapping them.

All too soon your door opened, revealing Liam. He looked less than happy to find Thor lounged on the couch in your room, you next to him trying to show him how to wrap a gift. Thor stood slowly and excused himself from the room. It was off-putting how he just up and left. He didn’t even take the gifts he bought to put under the tree. You huffed and finished wrapping the gift. Thankfully it was the last of his and you could put them under the tree for him after you finished your own.

“Hey babe,” you smiled, “just finishing wrapping presents for everyone.”

He looked around your room, this being the second time he had ever been in it. There were shopping bags and wrapping paper everywhere. It was a mess. “I’ll be done in about twenty minutes,” you replied, “and we can grab some snacks and come back and watch movies.”

Grabbing snacks and watching movies turned into you sprawled on the couch underneath a panting Liam and his hands crawled up your waist.

Even if things were questionable with Liam, you could still get carried away.

Your hips were grinding against his softly, the evidence of his excitement pressed pleasurably to your core. Each little thrust of your hips up to his caused a small spark of heat in the pit of your stomach and a rush of wetness to pool between your thighs. After little effort your shirt was gone, and you crashed your lips back to his. Everything was getting too hot, causing a sheen layer of sweat to coat your skin. It continued for a while, the skin of your stomach and chest pressing up against Liam’s hot skin, your hands running up and down his back. It was great, until he tried to remove your bra, and you started to clam up and put a hand to his bare chest.

“I’m sorry, but I want to wait—” you started only to be cut off.

“What, until we are an ‘official’ couple? That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard, you know that right?”

“Ugh really Liam,” you huffed and grabbed your shirt from the back of the couch. You had a small conversation with him a week ago about your status as a couple. You didn’t tell him you wanted to be together exactly but made a light comment about how you weren’t really his girlfriend, and really you weren’t. Neither of you had any conversation about becoming official, but he still didn’t even ask you then when you brought it up. You would think if he was jealous over your time spent with Thor, he would want to make you his girlfriend. Instead you told him about your whole ‘know a guy for three months’ rule you made yourself.

Sliding out from under him, you slipped it back on and zipped and buttoned your pants he undid. “Why do you have to be so difficult when I said I want to wait? It isn’t like I’m asking you to wait until marriage or some shit. It’s just a little while longer. I’m not ready yet.”

His face was hard and annoyed, sitting on your couch pissed.

“It’s frustrating,” he whispered. “You walk into my shop, gorgeous and wielding air and oil filters and I couldn’t help but want you. It feels like you’re trying to make sure that no one else wants you before you agree to be with me.”

“That’s not it at all,” you whispered. As you sat next to him, you grasped his hand and squeezed. “I just found through dating a guy for a while shows me what kind of man he is. I like to know what kind of man I’m letting in my pants.”

Liam and you cuddled on the couch with your clothes on for the rest of the night. When you both were ready to settle in for the night, he pulled off his shirt and pants to slid into your bed in just his boxer briefs. The image was more than enough to make you squirm and wonder if waiting longer would be possible.

You were a woman after all, you had needs; plus earlier he was grinding into you so well you had gotten incredibly wet and horny.

After a quick trip to your in-suite bathroom you were able to take a few calming breaths and set yourself straight. If Liam is worth it, he will wait for you to be ready to take that step with him. Even if you had needs you wouldn’t make a decision you were going to regret later.

It was one night of cuddling, what could go wrong?

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[thegreatescape]

SHARE THE LOVE CONVENTION

Here’s what happened at the Share The Love Con in Milan! :) [Sorry for my terrible English lol]

At the con I was in the front row with my friends. It was amazing but at the same time I felt a little bit observed lol Pietro was the first one who greeted me and then Nicholas recognized me ;; 

After the panel, my friend and I decided to take a picture with Federico because he was too beautiful with that blue sweater and when we went to take the picture he gave us a tight hug that I will remember forever. I don't know why but I was more nervous than the previous times... maybe because he was even more beautiful than usual lol 

Then we queued for the Fede + Rocco duo and I don’t know where I found the courage but I showed them a photo in which two people were kissing a girl on the cheek and this happened sdifhoisadpo 

Damn Fede has really soft lips, I cry just thinking about it. I left the room shaking like a leaf lol Then we went to the autographs of Nicholas, Greta and Beatrice. Greta and Bea were a wonderful surprise. They are both so kind and sweet. When Greta saw my drawing she gave me a hug and said ‘thank you’ a hundred of times. She was sooo cute! ;; 

Even Beatrice thanked me so much and complimented me and said “You drew me so hot!” And I was like "Well, you are" haha ​​

Then I went to Nicholas and this happened:

Nicholas: Hi! I'm a big fan of yours!

And I smiled at him sooo embarrassed.

Nicholas: I don't know how to thank you! I’m very tired after a drawing, you draw 10 drawings every day! You're very good.

Then Greta arrived at his table and said: Did you see my beautiful drawing with the pink background?

And he was like: Mine is gray! :(

Me: I made the backgrounds based on the shirt you had in the photos and you always have a black shirt.

Nicholas: I have to do a photoshoot then haha

Nicholas then asked me to show some of my drawings to Bea and when I showed her my Instagram profile she remembered those I had done for her and Greta added: Oh my God you made me the drawing of me and Nini kissing? It's beautiful! ; _;

This is Nicholas’ autograph. He drew me Luchino eating pizza’s crusts LOL

Then we went to the autographs of Pietro, Fede and Rocco and I have to say that this was one of the most beautiful moments of the Convention. When Pietro saw me he greeted me with an "Hello darling, how are you?" And before I answered he said: "Did you bring me something?" And when I gave him the drawing he said: “Oh my God, it's awesome! This is a new one!”

Me: “Well, yes, I couldn't post it before, it had to be a surprise!”

Pietro: “Can I keep it? ;)”

Me: “Sure it's for you! Also, sorry if I tag you on so many drawings.”

Pietro: “It makes me so happy! You drew the futuristic black and white one, the one where I’m in Venice, the one with the flag you gave me last time and ... this, right? (he remembered all of them ; ___;) And then he added: “But you drew Federico more :( AHAHAH”

Then I went to Fede and he said: “I know that yesterday was your birthday so… HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” And he sent me a kiss. I died. Then I gave him the drawing and he thanked me and he looked at me with a pleased smile saying: “What can I write here ..?” And he wrote me this beautiful autograph that I’ve to frame. 

Then, without saying anything, he got up and hugged me and it was a beautiful moment because I didn't want to let him go. Maybe that was the best hug- not only because it lasted longer but because I could tell him how grateful I was for everything.

Then I went to Rocco and he greeted me with a big smile saying: “Hello Giulia, how are you ?!” And I was actually dying inside so I immediately gave him the drawing and he said something like: “Wtf is this a drawing? Oh my God it’s amazing thank you so much” and he showed it to Fede.

Then in the afternoon there were other panels but for those I will make a special mentions at the end of the post.

Then there was Fede and Rocco meet & greet. It was pretty weird because we were all so shy and we didn’t know what to say so they told us something that happened on set during Marti and Nico reunion on the terrace in 2x09.

Fede: “Ludovico told us ‘Kiss!', so we did it. It was so romantic, but when we stopped, I noticed that I had Rocco's snot on my cheek. So I said: WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? THIS IS DISGUSTING! and the atmosphere was ruined.

Rocco: “It's true HAHAHA”

Fede: “I had your snot on me all the time! You were always crying!

Rocco: "Yes, there was an important exchange of body fluids. AHHA”

Then we went to eat the pizza with the cast. The first one who sat at our table was Federico. I was the first one to get the pizza and he said: “Well you're the birthday girl that’s why they gave you the pizza first”. I just smiled like an idiot and he said: “Eat it or it gets cold!"

Me: "No, I'm waiting for you …"

He: “But if it gets cold, it sucks”. (it sucked anyway haha)

Then me and my friends started arguing with him bc Federico claimed that the pizza has to be cut in 8 pieces (and we were cutting it in 4). Thankfully Pietro arrived and supported us and told Fede: “Stop being so annoying” ahah.

After that, there was the most embarrassing interaction that I've ever had with him. We looked at each other and he smiled, so I smiled back but I was too nervous to say anything. Basically we kept smiling for like 15 seconds and it all ended with an embarrassing silence :))))

Then Rocco sat right next to me and he was so… excited? Haha

Rocco: “Did you eat today?”

Me: “No, we were anxious…”

Rocco: “Why? C’mon we know each other now! We’re friends!” (I almost cried, I swear).

Then I showed him a bracelet that my friends bought me for my bday (a heart with the word ‘Sbedemmic’ written on it) and he enlightened and said: “Nooo! Oh my god! Sbedemmic !? A-ma-zing!”

Then we asked him how to pronounce “Maxence” and Rocco called him at out table and Maxence rushed to us leaning towards us and we were blown away because he has really beautiful eyes and honestly I didn't even listen to what he said ahaha

Then Nicholas joined us and said  "I want to sit right next to Giulia” (I wanted to hug him ;u;) and we talked about drawings and it was wonderful. Then at a certain point I don't remember what he wanted to ask Bea and he started to call her addressing a girl at the table next to ours and only after a while we pointed out that Bea was sitting on the other side of the room and he was like: “Who was I calling? The girl doesn't even have hair like Bea!” HAHAH

Before he left we hugged each other tight and we  thanked each other for everything.

Maxence is literally an elf. He is nice, funny and he gave me a lot of positivity. We asked him to take a photo all together and he immediately put the glass of wine down because “If my mom sees the picture she gets angry” xD He said he never had the chance to interact so much with the fans at the events and that he thinks it’s amazing to create a bond with us.

Then I apologized bc I tag him on a lot of drawings and he asked me “Wait, what did you draw?”

Before I answered him he started to jump on the chair saying “The raccoon one!?”

Me: “Yes, even the-”

He: “The one with the shirt! Come on, let me see it!”

So I showed him the drawing and he exclaimed: “YEEEEES! THIS ONE! YEEEEES! THE SHIRT!!!”

He thanked me and I closed instagram, but I had forgotten to change my background and I had a photograph of me with Federico.

Maxence saw it and said: “Is that your boyfriend?"

And I said: “I WISH!”

I swear I didn't want to say it out loud, but it was spontaneous. He widened his eyes and literally burst into laughing while I turned RED. I apologized saying it wasn’t my intention to say it out loud but he said that he got that bc he read the panic in my eyes as soon as I realized it, but he appreciated my spontaneity and he said that it will be our little secret xD (then we talked outside and we took a couple of photos, he even chose the poses AHAHAH but then we got caught and the staff told him to go inside xD).

1 December

The second day in the morning we went to the autographs of Robin and Lukas and they both thanked me so much for the drawings (I will never forget their expressions ;;). 

After giving Lukas the drawing he stood up and hugged me tight and he was the sweetest, with his beautiful and kind smile :’)

Then I took a photo with Nicholas 

and a duo with Maxence and Rocco where I asked for a group hug and Maxence said: A POLIPATA ?! (an Italian word that idk how to translate. Obviously Rocco taught him that haha it’s like “hugging like an octopus” lol)

The last photos were those with Federico. When I showed him the photo I wanted to do he made an expression that I will never forget a mix between a smile and ;) and he said: “Uh, today we are in the mood for kisses”. And of course I turned BRIGHT RED :DDD

The last activity of the day was the autograph with Maxence. He thanked me for the drawing and said "You made me a beautiful drawing, so I will also make your own beautiful drawing" and he made a stylized character of me ahaha

At the cocktail party Maxence was the first one to sit with us! He didn’t know what to say so he asked us to do a toast and we all said in chorus 'cin-cin' and he said: "Do you know that ‘cin-cin’ means vagina in Chinese?” Ahah This was the highlight of our conversation.

Then Nicholas and Rocco came at our table and we talked all the time about medicines and reflux lmao We looked like the geriatric department bc they said that all the cocktails tasted like medicines lol 

Then Pietro and Fede arrived, both sooo tired, but Fede greeted us with "Hello rays of sunshine!" And we were literally dying . Pietro said he was worried about not being able to return home because he would have arrived after midnight and he didn't have the keys. "I can't call someone and say "Hi, I'm the guy who lives upstairs" ahaha

Then we talked to Lukas and Robin and they were so cute ;; Lukas is a very interesting person, he has a pure soul and it was a pleasure to know him ;; 

In the end, Bea and Greta arrived and we gossiped a lot, especially about boys haha

Best moments of PANELs:

-Nicholas said his favorite word is Australopithecus Robustus and Greta said "Fregno" (it’s a slang for ‘hot’) xD

-Fede said his Spirit animal is a Golden Retriever and that Martino’s is a fox

-Fede made fun of Rocco because he spoke with metaphors that didn’t make any sense so Fede was like: Enough Rocco, enough! Stop it! THAT'S ENOUGH!

-We made a video for Bea and everyone cried in the room

-THE KARAOKE

-Fede said that Rocco didn’t know how to ride a bicycle and they had to shoot that scene a lot of times

-Fede complimented Rocco and then he gave the microphone to him saying: “Come on, I’m waiting.” Because he wanted to get compliments too haha

-Rocco sat in the audience and asked Fede the story of Bambi and Fede called him “Er Lucertola (lizard)” in revenge and said that the name of Bambi was born because of a toxic (Rocco haha)

-Pietro who answered BOH to all the questions haha

-When a girl mentioned the 4th season (even if we couldn’t) and everyone said to keep hoping and thanked us for fighting so much during these months and then Rocco said: Yes, thank you very much for the support. Without you it wouldn't have been pos— Everyone: ROCCO !!!!! haha

-When another girl talked about Massimo Reale -Dr. Spera- (referring to the photos he posted from the 4th season’s set) and then Bea said: She just wanted to know the name of Dr. Spera and yes, it’s Massimo Reale xD

-Rocco screaming SBEDEM

Here’s some pics I took at the panels :) 

Everything was AWESOME! I miss them all so much ;;

Please if you want to use one of these pics tag my instagram account:  here

[they-dont-get-my-back]

Anything to sign?

(edit by @jungwooandhearts​ - thank you so much <3<3<3)

The story has “y/n” in it, but in fact, this is a gift for the absolute joy of my life, the warmest sunshine, the loveliest 여동생 that a person can wish for, the one and only @sno0pywoo​ . Jiwon, thank you for being here, thank you for reaching out and meeting me, thank you for all your kind words, I love you <3<3<3 Happy holidays! And now, the story :)

You feel like little Charlie coming into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. But instead of a golden ticket, you have a golden barcode that was randomly selected in the middle of the concert. Yes, you defeated all the other thousands of evil, greedy, selfish fans. You were picked because of your pure heart. And, of course, because of that barcode, a completely random set of numbers.

You’re clutching your concert ticket as the female staff member guides you through the backstage maze. Suddenly, you wish you wouldn’t be alone. What if you say something stupid or embarrassing? What if you trip over and make a complete fool out of yourself? There won’t be any place to hide. You get so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize the lady had stopped walking. You bump into her and she gives you a weird look. „Sorry,“ you say in tiny voice. „It’s okay. Now listen to me carefully. No hugging, no holding hands, no high fives, no touching whatsoever.“ „Okay.“ You tried to remember everything the lady listed. „No calls, no recording, no pictures, no videos, no live tweeting, streaming or insta-storying. Give me your phone.“ „But…“ You squeezed your handbag. „What if I need to call someone?“ „That’s exactly what we don’t want you to do. Have you been listening?“ You obediently give her your phone. „Open your handbag for me, would you?“ „Don’t worry, I don’t have any guns or knives, haha.“ „Ha-ha, now open that handbag.“ „Sorry.“ You let her peek at the mess inside your bag. „Fine. Do you remember all the things you’re not allowed to do?“ „Yes. But just to be sure, what can I do?“ „Talk. You can talk.“ And with that she opened the door leading to the dressing room. 

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She walks right in and you follow her. The room is rather small, filled with costumes, bags, props, some water bottles, half eaten chips, half eaten cookie, an empty ramyeon cup and some general trash scattered here and there. Cozy. Amidst all this, there is Jungwoo, sitting in front of a big mirror, furiously pressing buttons on his phone. „Ah… the battery…“ he sighs. „Jungwoo, this is y/n.“ „Oh! I apologize, I got distracted. Hello! I am NCT’s Jungwoo!“ he says in his distinctive voice and flashes a bright smile. You wish you could scream. You wish you could cry. You wish you could do any kind of reaction, but you need to stay calm. „Hi, good evening, Mr. Jungwoo sir, I am very honoured to meet you also it’s my pleasure and I’m so happy nice to meet you how was your day?“ Well, that didn’t go entirely as planned. Jungwoo raised his hand to his mouth in amazement. „Gosh, you’re too cute!“ Did he just call you cute? You? Of all people? Did he maybe consider that any object in this room is way cuter than you? The staff lady interrupted your chaotic thread of thoughts. „You have 5 minutes.“ You nod and expect her to leave the room, but she remains firmly on her spot by the door. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. Of course, did you think they’d leave you alone with an idol? Silence creeps up into the dressing room. Oh, this is probably the part where you should start talking. „Umm…“ „Just a sec,“ Jungwoo interrupts your courageous speech. „Noona, could you please get me a phone charger? My battery died. Honestly, for a phone this expensive, you would expect it to have more power, I’d only been playing that game for two hours…“ The lady shifts in her place uncomfortably. She doesn’t agree with Jungwoo’s idea. „Pleeeeeease. I think me and… umm…“ he gestures at your direction. „Me. Oh. Y/n.“ „Yes of course, I think me and y/n will manage just fine.“ You realize that this is how every bad fanfiction starts and your heartbeat quickens. „Fine, I’ll be back in one minute.“ She looks at you. „Don’t – close - the doors.“ With that she leaves the room.

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„She still has my phone, huh.“ You wonder if your phone will get misplaced and you forget about it and only realize it at home and then you’ll have to call the company from your mum’s phone and they’ll tell you that someone will bring the phone back to you and that someone will be Jungwoo, standing by your door – no no wait. Reality check! „Earth to y/n!“ Jungwoo smiles at you and waves. „Hi!“ Darn it. How many times will you embarrass yourself today? Meanwhile, Jungwoo got up from his chair by the mirror and moved to stand by the door. That makes sense, as it’s his only escape route. You know, just in case. „How did you like our concert?“ he asks and leans his back on the half-open door. „It was amazing! All of you are really talented, we are so thankful to have you. And you sing and dance so well!“ „Haha, NCT is lucky to have you, our Czennies! What is your favourite choreo?“ „Oh, um… Umm…“ Ah, why would he ask such a difficult question? „Umm, probably Regular!“ It’s the first one that comes to your mind. „Oh, regular, huh?“ Jungwoo attempts to do the signature move, but the door that he’s leaning on suddenly moves and he looses his footing. He throws his hands into the air and falls backwards, slamming the door behind him shut.

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Oh dear. What just happened? Jungwoo’s lying on the floor, head in his hands, a painful expression on his face. „Ow…“ „Are you alright?“ you ask worriedly. Please don’t faint, I don’t know how to perform resuscitation. You offer him your hand to help him stand up. As he’s about to grab it, you remember the rules. „No touching!“ You pull your hand back. Jungwoo looks at you like a kid that has just been denied his favourite cheesecake. „S-sorry,“ he says with a pout and gets up from the floor with great effort. He pulls the door handle, but the door remains closed. He tries again, rattling the whole frame, but to no avail. He looks at you, both hands still on the handle. „Haha… the door… won’t open. Hehe…“ he tries to laugh it out, but it’s pretty clear how nervous he is. You take a few quick steps towards the door, but you stop in your tracks when you see Jungwoo flinch. „I’m… I’m not going to hurt you, I swear! I just wanted to try to open it myself.“ „You think you’re stronger than me?“ Jungwoo crosses his arms. „ No, I just… wanted to…“ you step back, till you reach the opposite corner of the dressing room. This is a nightmare. All you wanted was to say hi to your favourite idol, maybe get his autograph and then cherrish this memory till the rest of your life. Instead you’re trapped with him in a tiny room and he fears you. You sigh. „Hmpf! Where’s the hidden camera, huh?“ „Camera?“ Jungwoo repeats and starts looking around himself frantically. „Oh, is this supposed to be a joke? Haha, very funny!!! Ahaha, I knew it! I knew it aaaaall the time. Wow, y/n, you’re such a good actress, but honestly, I saw right through you, from the very first moment you stepped in. Noone can be this awkward, haha, you played that part really well!“ „I was just joking.“ „Yeah I know, that’s what I’m saying. I mean the whole fall I did? That was just an act! Surprised you, huh? Now who’s the better actor here, hehet!“ he raises his arms in the air and does a little victory dance, then hisses and grabs his lower back all of a sudden with a painful expression. „Oww… There’s no camera, right?“ „I don’t think so.“ „So it’s not a prank?“ „Probably not.“ „This is all really stupid and we’re acting like idiots, right?“ „Yes, you a-- we are.“

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For the first time, you see Jungwoo smile genuinely. „Sorry for that. Please don’t spread this on Twitter, there’s enough silly gossip going around even without this, haha.“ „It’s okay, don’t worry.“ The awkward silence returns. You decide to risk it. „You know, I’m sorry if I frightened you in any way. I just really admire you as an artist and I wanted to thank you for working so hard. You should know that you’ve made many people happy and we’re really grateful for that. What you’ve been able to achieve this year, to grow like this, it’s impressive and I hope you’re proud of yourself.“ You feel relieved, the stress and tension leaving your body. Jungwoo looks at his feet and then looks up at you again with a smile. „I am, I really am.“ You share another smile. „So! I guess we’ll be here for a while, until noona comes back with the charger. Do you have anything you want me to sign?“ You nod excitedly and hand him the Resonance album. „Ah! Nice, you bought our album! Thank you for your support.“ He scribbles down his signature, adding a tiny „Zeus“ underneath. „There you go!“ Wow, Kim Jungwoo just signed your album. You stare at his signature like it’s the most important and significant thing in the whole universe right now, completely forgetting that Jungwoo himself is still standing right in front of you. His sigh brings your attention back to him. He’s chewing on his marker, brows frowning, eyes gazing to the ceiling. „I feel like writing more. And drawing. I feel like drawing! Do you have anything else I could write on?“ „Just my… planner. An organizer.“ „Oh, sweet! Show me!“

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You hand him the notebook filled with exam dates, test dates, meetings, school project deadlines, doctor appointments and your own scribbles and notes. Today’s date is circled in red and there are several hearts flowing around. „Aw, I guess you were really looking forward to our concert, huh?“ He sits down by the mirror and pats the chair next to him. „Come sit!“ So you sit down and watch him, with poorly hidden fascination, flipping through your notebook, adding notes and drawing tiny pictures. Firstly, he writes „Thank you for cheering for us today“ to today’s date and draws a couple of stars. „Ah, you have so much homework to do, so many exams, school must be really hard and stressful, huh?“ he asks with a worried look. „Yeah, it’s tough sometimes. But I’m not giving up!“ „Wooow, that’s the spirit! You’re a fighter!“ he raises his fist in the air and smiles and you feel like he’s just poured a year worth of positive energy into your mind. With this power, you can do just about anything, no matter how hard the task would be. He scribbles „Fighting!“ and „I’m rooting for you!“ to most of your exam dates and deadlines along with several smiley faces, hearts and stars. He looks like he’s enjoying it and it genuinely makes him happy and so relaxed, he even starts humming. „Oh? What’s this?“ He points to a date titled „MOVIE PROJECT“. „Yeah me and my friends are making a movie for our school project. We wrote a script, got the camera, costumes, setting, everything! We’ve shot most of it already. It was quite fun, hehe.“ „So you’re a filmmaker, awesome! Perhaps I’ll get to see your movies in the cinema one day?“ You highly doubt that, but it flatters you anyway and you blush. „What’s the title?“ „Hmm, we haven’t picked a name yet.“ „Ah, I see…“ Jungwoo seems to think for a bit and then gets to writing again. Next to the deadline, he scrawls „너의 이름이 뭐야?“ and then admires his art from a distance. He seems satisfied with it and you feel your heart melting. „KIM JUNGWOO!“ someone outside the room yells and bangs on the door and it startles both you and Jungwoo so much that you jump in your seats in unison. „Don’t let her see this.“ Jungwoo whispers and hands you your notebook back. You nod and shove it back to your handbag while rushing to the door. „Yes, noona, we’re still here, but the door--“ The said door swings open – all it took was one mighty kick from a furious manager. She scans the room, you and Jungwoo both look startled, but it doesn’t look like you were doing anything suspicious or inappropriate. She fixes her gaze on you. „I said. Don’t. Close. The. Door.“ „It wasn’t her, noona, it was… the… umm…“ „The wind.“ You tried to help. “The wind?” “Ah, yes,” Jungwoo tries to elaborate. “The wind! Don’t you feel how windy it is in here? Brrrr, I’m freezing because of that stupid draft! Be careful not to catch a cold, noona.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” The manager is clearly not convinced, but decided to let it go. “Your time is up, let’s go.” “Ah,” you don’t want to go, but what can you do? “Thank you for meeting me, thank you for all your hard work.”  “Thank you for not giving up on me and yourself.” Jungwoo smiles brightly. “Fighting!” “Fighting~~!” You feel so happy and moved you could cry. You take one last look on Jungwoo, so bright and cheerful, and then you leave the dressing room.

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As you’re leaving the concert venue, your phone back in your handbag, you know, you just know, that what you’ve shared with Jungwoo in that room, won’t ever repeat again. This special moment was once in a life time experience and you’re so happy that of all people it was you, who could experience it. You’re not going to share or post his words, notes or drawings anywhere. These were made just for you and they shall remain only yours. <3 

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Damn. Has it really been that long?!? The past 10 years of my life have been so transformative to me...I cannot wish away anything I went through in those years nor would I want to. I am so thankful to those of you who have followed me for a long time, if you're new followers, or are just casually checking my works periodically. You all have supported me in ways you don't even see. Thank you so so so so much for all the love and appreciation! I cannot wait to see what the 2020's will bring. God Bless! I've also included a little run down of the major things that happened to me as well as notes on my art down below. Can't wait to see you all next year! 

2010: Age 17. I was still in high school and I remember this was the year I had finally switched from Photoshop to Paint Tool Sai as an art program. Paint tool sai improved my digital art majorly, and I am forever grateful. I was also super obsessed with pen-palling and I had a lot of pen pals with folks on skype. 2011: Age 18. I graduated high school this year! It was one of the toughest years of my life, however with a lot of spiritual battle and issues at home. I really dug into my faith this year, and it reflected in my art. This was the year I also had made my first Original Characters that were not fan characters of a separate series. 2012: Age 19. I got my driver's license this year. It was also the year I got accepted into ministry school, and the first time I moved away from home to be on my own. I got my first car this year and continued to draw on my laptop I was given. Having no wifi at home and having to stay in the church parking lot in my car to be on the church's wifi was an experience I wouldn't forget. When the laptop battery died, it was game over! lol. I drew a lot, but it didn't get posted often because of my internet issues. 2013: Age 20. Year 2 of my Ministry School days. I met a lot of cool people. It was the first time I had rode in a plane and the first time going to the East Coast of the United States. This year I was making animations on youtube and expanding on my original characters a lot. I made so many new OC's, I can't even remember them all! lol It was a very creative time for me, and a deeply spiritual one as well. 2014: Age 21. I had my 21st birthday this year and my very first drink was a Pineapple mimosa. This year was sadly the year I lost my grandmother to cancer. It was hard, but I had a lot of support. I graduated ministry school and I also got my first job working as a grocery bagger! In the fall I began taking Japanese lessons at college, and met many japanese friends on the internet. This is the year that "NARUTO THE LAST MOVIE" came out, and NaruHina, my all time favorite couple from anime, had become canon at last. Thus,  I drew a looooot of Naruto content this year. It helped me through the hard times. This was also the year I finally did my first art commission! 2015: Age 22. Now this year was a year to remember. I continued my schooling at college and I had a part time job at an arts and crafts shop. Those japanese friends I met online? Yes, those friends and I had become close and through some miraculous ways, I was able to finally visit Japan...a country I had always dreamed about visiting! In August I went to Japan and it was one of, if not the highlight of my life. It was the year that I also had started to balloon in popularity on tumblr and other social media sites because of my bbrae art. I had always drawn and loved bbrae, but posting it online this year is what really made me "popular." 2016: Age 23. I had to move back to my hometown after 4 years away. This year was difficult mental health wise...lots of changes were happening and there were plenty of ups and downs. But one of the biggest ups was meeting my boyfriend Josh. We had known each other in high school, and even dated for a month in 2011. But these many years later, it finally meant something more. 2016 was full of BBRae drawings and a mix of naruto art. I was torn between two loves! 2017: Age 24. Hey, It was finally my chinese zodiac year! This year was considered lucky. I got to visit so many cool places thanks to my boyfriend who brought me along. I was also continuing my schooling at a different college. I got to see my favorite band of all time in concert, and it was AMAZING. I got to go inside their tour bus, get autographs and meet them and take photos. A good time was had by all! In this year I really focused on BBRae stuff as well as my own series and characters within the Teen Titans universe. 2018: Age 25. I grew tired of college and decided to take a break from it. This year was very hard for me mentally and emotionally. Looking back on it, it all revolved around my health and lack of productivity. This year I focused HARD on creating a cute anime style for myself. I was obsessed with watching speedpaints on youtube, and learning how to draw cutesy things like chibis...I used a lot of pastel colors, created even more oc's that had cute themes and outfits to them...I was so obsessed with pink lol I was frustrated with my art this year. But I picked up a new hyperfixation, which was splatoon 2 lol. 2019: Age 26. Ah yes, now we are up to speed. As for 2019, well. I got to see one of my favorite japanese girl bands in concert. That was sooooo exciting! I think I made lots of strides in conquering some of my depression. For one thing, I went back to school and figured out a game plan for what I want to do in life. This was a big year for me in a videogaming sense...I have played more videogames this year than I have in my entire life. And my collection keeps growing! I rekindled an old friendship, and also have been studying how to cook. I was more private with my art this year...keeping a lot of drawings to myself. I did post this year, but not as much as in the past and I hope to change that this upcoming year. I celebrated my 3rd anniversary with my boyfriend, and I'm going to soon get a college degree. I've taken my sweet time with pursuing higher education, but now it's starting to finally pay off. I haven't drawn much naruto lately, and it's been mostly about my own characters and bbrae. I hope to get more of my personal life in order and become healthy so I can draw even better and more amazing things!

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AMMD2

Okay so so sooo !!! My dear Alfie fans please listen to the sum up of my con cause it's full of things about Alfie too (Iwan seems to really like him x) ).

(In the second photo he sat on a dragon egg xD)

So I did everything like I did with Alfie last year : autographs a 30 minutes meeting and photos besides the panel, and I will tell you everything !

First of all, my autograph with Iwan. I had his album that he dedicated to Kraken Princess (yes thats me) and he was like "oh ok kraken princess this is great" while laughing, and then he wrote an autograph for my little sister Aline, trying to say "Aline" in a perfect french (and he is quite good really !!) I gave him a bunch of drawings and he really liked the chibi Ramsay putting his foot on chibi Reek (said it was cute and awesome and he laughed) (apparently he was still looking at my drawings when my friend did her autograph x3). I had an autograph with Gemma too !!! (Well it was mostly for a friend that does Yara cosplays so I havent a proper autograph but we did chat quite a long time for an autograph x) ) *-* she was so cute!! She was really happy and moved by my drawing of Theon and Yara and the long quote with " don't die so far from the sea", because it was her audition scene !

Then I did an awesome meeting with Iwan, I was just in front of him and we were ~9/10 with him. (Everyone was saying omg he is so small and I was like : YES HE IS GOD ARE YOU A FAN OR NOT X)) ) I will just report the Q&A here !

Q: How did you deal with your horrible character and how did you react with the other actors (Alfie and Sophie) before your scenes together ?

He said that he needed to do the difference btw Ramsay and him, to exteriorise it, not to think about what he had done, as a fictional character. He said with Alfie it was easier because they were the same age and they weren't not embarrassed to do intimate physical things, but it was harder with Sans (Sophie) because she was young (even if she wasn't the one embarrassed x) ). After those scenes, they needed to Forget about it and go at the restaurant and drink beers, a lot of beers (cause if you know Iwan you know he loves beers !)

Me: my favorite character of yours is Ash in vicious....

Iwan : Hiii *acting like Ash*

Me : *dying on the inside* hi xD so how was it to act with Ian Mckellen, cause I know I would be intimidated !!

Iwan said that yes it was intimidated, knowing how big all of the actors were, and that he needed to find his own respect (like Ash), but eventually he did. He was really impressed by how hard-working Mckellen and Jacobi were knowing that Vicious was only a little funny things and that they did so many things already.

Q: who would you be if you could be any other character in GOT ?

Iwan answered Dany (because Khal Drogo........and the long blond hair.) XD but he was so serious about acting Ramsay that he doesn't want to do anything else in GOT. He would have love a duo Cersei/Ramsay.

Me: Speaking about wigs, how was it to play Mick Mars ?

Iwan loved it because they had 3 weeks to learn the songs and musics, and it was a really funny and hard working atmosphere, and come on he was wearing a wig and high heels ! (And god yes he looks amazing with high heels !!)

Q: if you could play with any actor of the cast in anything else, who would it be and for which kind of film/serie ?

Iwan answered: Alfie ! In a comedy. Something like *laughs* a comedic detective duo where I am the shy one and Alfie is the stronger one (he was saying it while acting like the characters he was describing - which was CUTE )

Q: any funny memories from the GOT ?

Iwan said the wedding with Sansa actually because it was 3 am and they were exhausted. First of all all of it was beautiful despite the horrible things taking place and they were nervous laughs, but mostly because Michael (Roose) and him died of laugher everytime Sophie and Alfie arrived, because Sophie looked amazing and beautiful in her dress and Alfie needed to walk "like thiiis" (he said, doing the same walk as Reek) and we were all so tired we couldn't stop laughing.

Q: if you could be any character who would it be ?

Iwan said : Batman or Wolverine cause I always have loved Wolverine.

Someone : you could totally do Gollum.

Iwan did some offended face so I said :

"Oh no with the ears he should have done a hobbit"

He laughed at the mention of his ears and just said : " I know I missed the casting ". He was blushing aww 💕

Someone asked him : if you had to choose btw acting in film/shows/theater/or music ?

Iwan said that it was very hard in french "c'est très difficile" while stretching (and we saw his belly x)) ) (and that was kinda sexy) but that he would pick music if he didn't need to feed his family.

His favorite scene is the meeting with Jon, because Ramsay and Jon are the same and at the same time the complete opposite and that it was very important for his character. (And he wanted to meet Kit too !)

His favorite song is Paranoid (GOOD TASTE GOD) and his own favorite (even if he did a face like "uhuh I don't like my songs!") Is probably Courthouse ❤

He also said that he doesn't prefer playing nice or bad characters cause they are no such a thing as good or bad characters, the character is a person and as an actor his role is to understand this person. So what he likes is to play a lot of different and interesting characters.

I also told him a bit about my story and he was so sweet about it, asking how I was rn. :3

(JACK WAS SO FREAKING CUTE TOO OMG. We were next to him with my friend wanting to enter the same room so he said "Bonjour" in french and we answered bonjour too, so he laughed a little, and he looked so shy anwww. He also said that if he was to play any other GOT character it would be Theon because he is really interesting and constantly evolving ! But Alfie already plays him so well that he would not dare x33 I said I needed to marry Jack Gleeson rn xD Joffrey is only a cute fella really x3 )

Then I did my first photos.

And then it was the panels. (Pilou and Gemma were so cute and funny xD)

At the panel Iwan explained that there was a scene where Roose and Ramsay are talking about their plans versus Stannis, and then they begin to laugh crescendo together (and he did the laugh for us it was amazing xD) He also sang with Jack Happy Birthday to the translator !! It was awww (at the beginning he did it the Ramsay way and then it was so beautiful oww **)

My sum up would be : the cast was super cute, Iwan Rheon is a cute pie, he is so sweet and shy and Kind, He is so sexy omg, but I miss Alfie so bad ❤ there ;)

[rayadraws]

Raya-san, do you have any OPM OCs?

Ohh!Hm, well, I don’t have any that I have like... fleshed out, regularly draw or RP with or anything like that... I have a few that I’ve made up for my fics where I needed a certain perspective or some such? These are the ones that spring to mind...

I will put this under a Read More, on account of the quotes making the post a bit long...

The oldest one I have, I guess, is from The unwilling patient (2016) where we study Genos’ body through the eyes of a young cyberneticist working for the HA, tasked to repair Genos after he’s injured:

By all accounts, he should have felt beyond excited. As far as he knew, no one had ever been given the same opportunity - the same honour. This would be a true testament to his skills. He'd be able to say, afterwards, that "ah, yes, that is the result of my work! Look at him go, how I fixed him!" Something to put in his resume, for sure. Something to brag about later. He should have been ecstatic.

The truth, however, was that he only felt very, very nervous. Primarily thanks to a pair of gold-on-black eyes that shone with an absolute fury. Directed straight at him.

A few months later I made a follow-up to that one, where the guy is fleshed out a little more and we learn that his name is Sato Ichigo (and that he has a girlfriend who tells him to tone down the fanboy:ing). That piece is titled Ten Visits and is about Genos visiting Ichigo for repairs that he doesn’t want to bother Kuseno with, gradually forming a sort of friendship (which was Kuseno’s plan all along, heh) as well as seeing Genos/Saitama’s relationship through an outsider’s view, which is one of my favourite things to write...

If Ichigo had been braver, he might have asked Doctor Kuseno if maybe he could come for a visit to see his lab and his work, one day. But that felt too large a request, especially knowing how the old man preferred to work in the shadows.

Instead, he diligently took to pestering Genos a while later, when he was still waking up and too out of it to put up much of a fight.

"Will you take me to see him?"

"Ngh."

"Come on!"

"Muh..."

"Pretty please?"

The cyborg was still on the table, blinking at the harsh lights above him and looking rather lost. Saitama hovered nearby, watching everything but not in the almost hostile way he had when they first came in. If anything, he looked intrigued by Genos' confusion.

"I'm not usually there when he wakes up from bigger repairs like this. I guess I get why now... he probably doesn't want me to see him in this state" he said in an amused tone, poking a soft cheek and chuckling as the other tried to swat his hand away, metal palm not quite hitting the mark as he waved it almost 20 cm too far to the side. "Is he even really awake?" "Yes. His brain is fully active. It's just his body that's rebooting and calibrating. It's taking longer than usual because I had to disable so many functions when I worked on it today." "'seno id-on" "What?" the other two said together as Genos attempted to speak. He took a moment to give them each a half-hearted glare before taking a deeper breath and trying again. "Kus...eno. De-ion." "Kuseno's decision?" Saitama offered, used to trying to make sense of his disciple in various states of disrepair... and abilities to speak coherently. "Yes." "If the kid can visit him?"

"Yes."

"But you will ask him for me, right?" Ichigo replied immediately. "Please? I mean... The more I learn about his work, the better I can help you, too? You'll at least ask, right?"

"Man, you really dig the old man, huh?" Saitama offered when Genos remained quiet.

"I, yes, I do! I mean, just look at Genos! He's amazing!"

"Sensei... amazing" Genos murmured, but said sensei just jabbed at his cheek again in response to that. This time the cyborg managed to grab the offending index finger, but instead of pushing it away, he continued to hold the hand close to his face. The show of affection was not lost on the cybernetician.

"Sap" he teased, smiling.

The next one after THAT was in a piece called Left in the past, where Saitama and Genos chance upon Genos’ cousin from his childhood. Saitama is surprised that Genos apparently cut all ties to him years ago despite losing the rest of his family, but eventually learns why.

"Man, those girls really love you huh" he asks ruefully after they barely escape another round of fans begging for his autograph. "They do!" Saitama answers for him, giving Genos a mild shove, Kaito laughing at his flustered expression. "Do they know it's a lost cause?" Kaito continues and Genos' somewhat pleased expression immediately turns sour. "Enough from you" he mutters darkly at the other who smirks back challengingly. "Well, he's right, isn't he?" Saitama chuckles. "Demon Cyborg is definitely married to his job!" Kaito laughs with him, but Genos is quiet for the rest of the walk home.

A honourable mention for the Crazy cat lady monster in Catnos, because I actually quite dig her (and I very lowkey want to make some sort of follow up where like, Saitama is like “ok but I wanna try being a kitty too” and they find her again, so I can write about Saitama’s turn to be a cat...)

 ”Life is simpler as a cat, is it not? Eat, sleep, play. Not so many responsibilities, not so many worries. Well, if you can forget them, at least. But you still remember, don’t you, little kitty?”

 ”Meow…”

 ”So do I, so do I. I remember them all. All the people who mistreated me, who were cruel to me. Cats are better than people. Cats are never intentionally cruel to anyone…”

 Genos blinked up at the monster, but it paid him no mind as it continued.

 ”It was just me. Me and the cats against everyone. And I wished it was just me and the cats, and no one else at all. And then… it was. Such a thrill it was, to have that power…”

 Like a striking snake the hand suddenly struck out and grabbed Genos by the scruff of the neck. He yowled loudly, twisting and struggling to get away, fighting for his life as he was lifted high into the air, but it seemed impossible to escape the monster’s grip on him.

 ”Easy, easy…” the monster murmured. It was looking straight at him now, pale eyes unreadable, illuminated by the moon and a flickering street light. ”Now you can’t hurt me either. All I wanted was to be alone, but you couldn’t even let me have that? So mean… you’re better off as a cat…”

 Genos hissed as he dangled in the air, willing the monster to extend its other hand so that he could bite it, scratch it, anything.

 ”See? If you weren’t so mean, I wouldn’t have had to change you. If you’d just left me alone… But there’s no place for me in this world, is there? Not as a human, not like this…”

There’s the baby girl that I have actually drawn, here, although I don’t have a name for her or anything... but it’s probably her in the oneshot titled Pop where Genos has his torso filled with popcorn kernels while he sleeps, although she’d be a bit older there...

 Genos awoke over an hour later, no thanks to himself - it was an alert that roused him, beeping and blinking at the edge of his vision.

 FOREIGN BODY DETECTED

 ”Whu-” he flailed an arm around, blinking the light from his eyes. He’d been attacked? Why hadn’t his proximity sensors awoken him, what could possibly-

 A chubby face looked down at him from where he laid, breaking into a wide smile when she realized he was awake.

 ”Daddy!”

 ”H-honey? You’re up?”

 ”Yeah!” the little one proclaimed proudly, and reached her hand forward, towards his chest - why was his shirt pulled so high? He got his answer immediately as his daughter resolutely pushed something into his exposed vent, giggling in absolute glee as it disappeared into his body with a low rattle.

 ”What are you-...” carefully Genos pulled himself into a sitting position, pulling his shirt down as he did so - only to hear a strange, clinking noise, like pebbles in a can. A lot of pebbles. From inside his torso.

AND the very last one is... well, for ages I’ve had this idea of a group of little old ladies that live in City Z, not the abandoned parts like Sai but not too far from him, probably? They’ve lived there their whole lives and they’re not going to move now just because weird critters have started showing up more often. Fierce little ladies that spend a good portion of their day fighting with that bald man over the sales and scaring wolf level threats away with their purses and canes. I lowkey want to write about Genos and Saitama’s struggles with them, haha.

Bonus: One day Kuseno visits and the ladies see him and they are blown away and demand Genos introduce them to him and Genos is just suffering (and like Saitama, he’s used to just... fighting and arguing with them, normally, so it’s all very weird to him!)

Me, before answering this: alas I don’t really have any OCs, do I?

Me, after answering this: oh

[asterinjapan]

Back in time

Good evening, this time from the train from Osaka to Okayama! It's a little past 8:30 pm now, and since I'll have to get up early tomorrow for my trip to Tokyo, I'll be typing most of today's report on my phone. Just a heads up in case you spot any weird typoes, haha.

Anyway! Today was indeed a busy day, although very much fun in a lot of senses. You see, today I was meeting up with a friend to go to Universal Studios Japan, and then to a concert by KOKIA, my absolute favourite artist. So that's 3 great things in one sentence already, haha.

I'll be splitting the report so that one half just concerns the concert, because I tend to do very detailed reports on those. Seeing KOKIA live is such a treat, I don't want to forget a single detail! So below follows the report on the rest of the day.

I had to get up early to catch my train, so of course I woke up wayyyy to early at 4 am, pff. I went right back to sleep and woke up a little before my 6 am alarm, which was still too early, because breakfast starts at 6:30, haha. Oh well, plenty of time to get dressed in peace!

After breakfast, I made my way to the station to catch the shinkansen to Shin-Osaka station. The train goes past Himeji, though sadly I wasn't in a good position to take a picture of the castle. I did however notice that you can see Okayama castle from the train as well, be it from quite the distance. The views weren't really superb today, which was to be expected, since there was rain forecasted for pretty much the entire country. Oh well, not much I can do about that but take an umbrella, haha.

The trip was smooth and I met up with my friend at the station. We were going to Osaka station from here, a mere 5 minute ride, but it was quite tricky to even make it through the shinkansen gates. It was really busy for some reason, though they had just announced a train further south had stopped running due to heavy rains. Uh oh... but so far so good in Osaka, no rain yet and we eventually made it to Osaka station and from there, 2 quick trains bound for Universal Studios Japan!

We first caught up a little over drinks, with matcha latte for me of course, before we made it to the park entrance and got tickets. Since it was a Saturday I suspected it would be busy and we'd need to draw a number for the Harry Potter part of the park, but apparently the weather forecast worked in our favour, because there were no numbers needed to enter today. Yaaay! I went to Universal 4 years ago as well and mostly spent my day in the Harry Potter part, haha, so I wasn't complaining about starting here. Actually, this part of the park only has two rides proper and they're both a bit wild for us, but just looking around here is an attraction in itself. I got all nostalgic over the music and the scenes, and after shop browsing for a while and having our picture taken in front of the Hogwarts Express, we went into the wand shop to experience some magic happening as a random audience member was picked to be chosen by a wand. Sadly this wasn't me, haha, although I have a great wand at home I bought here last time. It was a fun little show (this time Ollivander spoke both very good English and Japanese, haha), after which we ended up in the wand shop, but we passed through it in favour of the castle.

You can go into Hogwarts castle for a pretty intense adventure (I did it back in 2015, my stomach wasn't very happy), or you can choose to take a stroll inside and look up on awe at all the amazing detail they put on here, haha. We opted for the latter, and I definitely made use of the invitation to take pictures by going wild with my current camera. Much better quality! Ah, I love this camera so. The castle has a ton of talking and moving paintings as well as some projections and a ton of replicas from the movies. Aside maybe from the last bit, where we first had to wait for a while for unknown reasons and then were rushed through, it was really great.

Once outside, we spotted some performers coming out dressed like the students from the wizarding schools Beauxbatons and Durmstrang from the fourth book/movie, so we stayed to watch. I think i read somewhere that this was a limited time show, and they were really good, very athletic. (I'm personally not a big fan of the movie approach of "the French students are only girls who dance pretty dainty ballet and the vaguely Russian students are only manly guys who grunt and stomp with sticks", but hey, that says nothing about the performers here! And the costumes were lovely. )

After some more shop browsing, we were in for a surprise once we were outside: the sun was shining bright! Absolutely not according to the forecasts, absolutely not complaining, haha. I took some very pretty pictures of the castle if I do say so myself, and then we went for lunch here. The salad served at the Three Broomsticks was pretty big, plenty enough to share. After this and of course some butterbeer (non-alcoholic), we left the wizarding world behind us and moved into the rest of the park.

This mostly ended in sightseeing, since the rows were too long to consider queuing up with the concert time getting closer, but that was a lot of fun too. They put in so much detail, and since it is almost Halloween, a lot of people had come dressed up.They do in the Disney parks too, but Disney has pretty strict rules about which characters you're allowed to dress up as, while here it seems to be "anything goes". I saw a guy dressed up as a piece of corn, quite some elaborate costume dress ups, a surprising amount of guys in Sailor Moon outfits, a lot of fancy gothic dress up, and a surprising number of uh, nuns. Alright! And of course, there was the usual mix with outfits from the Harry Potter part and uh, Minions. They have their own spot here.

We also went into the Jurassic park area, which was closed for maintenance last time, although sadly we didn't see a lot of dinosaurs roaming around. There was a scarily realistic Velociraptor animatronic inside the gift shop though! (I think it might have been Blue? Look, I only saw Jurassic World once.) But well, I still love dinosaurs, so this was still cool, haha.

Once we were getting closer to the time of the concert, we went back to the station to catch the train to Osaka station. Luckily the concert venue was very close and actually within the same building in which they have the big Broadway musicals here, currently the little mermaid. It was the lion king last time I went here and got lost at Osaka station, haha. (That station is like 5 different stations all connected, so it's a bit of a maze.) We got seated, got ourselves a drink (it's kinda like a jazz bar here, so you sit at a table and you can order food and drinks), made a quick trip to the merchandise shop, and then sat back to enjoy the performance.

I'll save those details for my next post, haha, but rest assured I had a great time. KOKIA had two performances tonight, so it was a little shorter than a big hall concert, but she did make time for an autograph session! Naturally we queued up with our newly purchased albums, haha.

Ah, such a good time! It was around dinner time now, so my friend introduced me to akashiyaki, which is "sort of takoyaki, except not", haha. Akashi is a city in the nearby Hyogo prefecture, and these are dumplings made of egg rich batter and octopus you need to dump into thin fish broth before eating (thank you, wikipedia). Although takoyaki, also balls with octopus, is more popular and better known, akashiyaki apparently came first. It was really yummy! We shared akashiyaki and then had a takoyaki gratin, which sounded kinda odd, but ended up being delicious as well. We eventually had some desserts at a nearby tea shop that sold SO MANY matcha things, I nearly had a crisis deciding until I opted for the matcha roll cake, incidentally the best roll cake I've ever had.

It was time to part ways with the promise of reunion, and I made it to Shin-Osaka alone. Familiar territory after last year, haha. I caught a shinkansen for Okayama and I have just arrived in my hotel safe and sound, very tired but very pleased.

Tomorrow will be tiring without a doubt, as I'll be in a train for 4.5 hours straight (I did this to myself, I know). But then I'll be in Ikebukuro, Tokyo, my home away from home at this point, haha. I guess I'll ditch my things at the hotel and then rush to Shibuya for my favourite little shrine there, because I must owe some deity something for how lucky I've been so far. Did I mention it was dry the whole time we were outside? Yeah.

I love Tokyo, so I'm very excited about going back there, but it also means saying goodbye to Okayama and entering my last week already. Time really flies, huh...

Well, stay tuned for pictures and the concert review while I go pack my suitcase (the title will make sense after that review, haha, although Harry Potter and dinosaurs are both things I grew up with) and then see you tomorrow from Tokyo!

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So, let’s try to sum up this amazing day. I went to the Barbican centre early to meet with two other fans to whom I had asked for some help too not to get lost in the Barbican. It was no other person that the very friendly @kissofgallifrey. We waited by the stage door for a moment before he showed up with his kids. I hadn't even seen him, my two new friends had to tell me that he was here. 😂 He was walking quickly to the stage door so I've run a bit after him to cactch him before he disappeared in the Barbican. I apologised and explained him that I've come all the way from France in the morning for the last performance of Macbeth and also that I had a gift for him. He was very surprised when I showed him the book. I explained to him that many fans have participated in this project and showed him the inside of the book with the letters and drawings and all. His daughter was curious. He told her that I had made this book for him as a gift and she asked how did it so I showed every page to her and explained to her how I drew and gathered people for these pages. Chris saw the drawings and he was saying “that’s when I’ve played Hamlet, and then, Vindici, duke of Norfolk, Doctor Who.” She was so nice. Then, Chris asked if we wanted to have a picture with him holding the book and he wrapped an arm around my waist and so did I and one of the friend I was with took the picture (I've hidden my face because I look awful on that one). And I took the pictures for them (he's got the book in every picture we took before the performance). After that, his daughter asked if she could hold the book - she really liked it! "Can I hold it?" she said. "What do we say?" Chris looked at her and she added: "Please". I gave her the book and she was very happy to have it. What surprised me the most was when I told him that we already met back in May in Stratford and he admitted that he remembered meeting me twice (!!!), one in the streets and one after the show. I was completely stunned. He signed our tickets and programmes after I told him it was for a tattoo ("oh!" did he say). I mentioned that the names of all the persons that were in the book were at the end so he can find them (and maybe contact them, who knows?) and he went inside because we were making him late 😂. The show was amazing and bloody fantastic and creepy and I really loved this production. @kissofgallifrey can tell you more about it since she had seen it thirteen times and me only two but to me, it was so much better than in Stratford because the acting had improved a lot and there were some improvisations (Macbeth sticking his tongue out to Banquo when Duncan congratulates them, Macbeth on his knees to imitate the witches on Banquo's kids prophecy) and slight changes (witches with red dresses instead of pink pyjamas, no red carpet for the king Macbeth). As soon as you can, get yout hands on the DVD because this production is really worth it. Chris and Niamh (Lady Macbeth) and Michael (the Porter) are excellent in their parts! After that, I rushed outside to wait for Niamh and Michael who are two of the best actors in the play. I got an autograph from Michael first. We thought that Chris wouldn’t come out through the stage door since he had the kids but he did and asked where his kids were because they had run off 😂. When he was reassured about them, he asked the fans to choose either a picture or an autograph because he was with the kids and didn’t want them to run off again. When I could, I apologised for bothering him again and asked if I could hug him. He said yes and hugged me and my new friends took pictures. And then, he said “take care” and I said “take care of yourself too”. After we hugged, his daughter saw my Macbeth shirt and loved it. She said that the blood wasn't really blood and that it was actually full of sugar and that she loved eating it. Finally, Chris went to other fans and tried to leave with his kids. We waited a long moment for Niamh to come out but everyone had left except her. Someone from the inside told her that we were waiting and so she came out apologising for making us wait in the cold and she accepted to sign our tickets and take pictures (I’ve regretted not having one last time!). She’s so lovely. We went to the McDo after that and ate before I went back to the hotel thanks to the help of my new friend. It was an amazing night and I'm never gonna forget it (thankully!!). ❤️