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jungshookz · 5 years ago

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consider this... so ballet class is done for the day and jimin is rubbing down the bars/wiping the foggy mirrors and y/n sees him and shes like you guys go ahead. then she stays to help him bc he works so hard to be a good teacher BUT THEN WHEN THEY FINISH ITS LIKE AFTER HOURS and they attempt to leave the building but realize that the janitor locked up so they're trapped inside and they're forced to be alone together until the person jimin called for help finally comes. imagine the TENSION 🥺

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! mostly cute things happen but also some words r exchanged that make it a little hot n heavy heh

➺ wordcount: 8k

➺ what to expect; “what-“ your voice cracks, “-makes you think that, mr. park?”

➺ optional readings: one; two; three

➺ note; i hope u don’t mind but i changed the request a little bit!! there’s still plenty of y/n and jimin cleaning up the classroom but the janitor didn’t make it in as a character :’(( but i douBT you guys care about the janitor anyway because hello it’s jimin and y/n!!! as per usual this drabble spun out of control which is why it’s 8k words long :D also i’m realising that all the parts combined basically add up to one of my regular fics so i guess ballet!jimin could’ve been a fic but enough about thAT i hope this very large drabble pleases the crowd!!! (also i’m sorry i couldn’t find the original source of the gif but i found it off this pinterest page) happy reading!!

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you typically do not condone lying because you believe in the idea that if you tell a lie, that lie will come back sooner or later to bite you in the ass… so it’s always better to tell the truth!

honesty is the best policy, after all

with that being said you aRe human at the end of the day and you can make exceptions at times when it comes to telling the truth

and this would definitely be one of those times

“how come you haven’t packed your stuff up yet, slow-poke?” lisa nudges your back with her duffle bag and you turn around from your locker to see her and a couple of the other girls all packed up and ready to go “and how come you’re still in uniform??”

you pause for a second before offering her a sheepish smile “i… uh…”

here’s what’s happening

you really appreciated that jimin went out of his way to get all of you guys valentine’s day presents because it was just such a sweet surprise and honestly you haven’t been able to stop thinking about how bashful he was when he was handing everyone’s flowers out

and of course you haven’t forgotten the fact that you were the only one who received a lavender rose when everyone else got light pink ones

anyways

you bought him a little gift as a way to return the favour just because you felt kinda bad that he didn’t get anything on valentine’s day

and at first you were going to ask the others if maybe all of you should chip in and get him something nice and expensive but the selfish little monster inside of you convinced you that no, you should keep this a secret and make yourself look like the beST student!!!

and you will admit that you felt a little bad at first about not telling everyone about your idea because it… does kind of make you look like a suck-up (and you hate suck-ups!!!) buT in your defence, if you suggested the idea then everyone would just round back to the whole ‘y/n and mr park sitting on a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g’ teasing nightmare and why the heck would you want to subject yourself to even moRE teasing???

usually after class everyone kind of just goes off on their own after saying goodbye but for some reason, it seems that the girls decided to take their sweet-ass time in leaving this afternoon

you’re not even sure if jimin is in the dang building anymore at this point

“i know we usually walk to the subway together, but-” lisa speaks up again after five whole seconds of you staring at her going uhhhhhh before she gestures behind her “the girls suggested an uber carpool situation and my legs are suPer duper sore so i’m going for that - do you want in?”

“oh, well, thanks for asking- i think i’m… probably just going to take the subway home!” you smile politely as you discreetly shut your locker so that they don’t see the neatly wrapped gift peeking out of your bag

“aw, really?” lisa purses her lips in thought, “since it’s a little late, we can all walk you there and then i guess we’ll call an uber after we say good-“

“no, no!” you snort before flicking your wrist “you guys head off, no need to worry about me. it’s going to take me a while to change out of the unitard and the skirt and the-“

“since when do you change out of your uniform after class? everyone just wears their clothes ovEr their unitards.” jisoo pipes up from behind lisa and you swallow thickly before letting out a chuckle and scratching the back of your neck

that is true

everyone usually just puts on sweatpants and a hoodie after class

no one ever changes into another outfit!!!!

you can feel heat beginning to travel up the back of your neck

you’ve never been good at lying!!!!! and now you’re getting nervouS!! and when you get nervous you become even worse at lying!!!!!!

“are you feeling okay?? you look a little flushed-” ailee’s brows furrow together in confusion and you rub your clammy palms on the back of your cardigan

o god

what do you say now???

oOH tell them you had a bad tuna sandwich for lunch and that you need some alone time with the toilet

…ok no that’s a little nasty aNd very too-much-information

what about if you tell them you applied for a job here as an after-hours janitor and that you need to start getting ready for that and then when they ask you why you got a job here you can tell them that you’ve been having financial struggles and as a young woman living alone in a big city you’re just trying to make ends meet but it’s been really hard and you can barely pay for these classes and every night you have to beg on the streets for dinner-

yeah thAt one’s a little melodramatic and straight up not true so that probably isn’t going to work either

“helloooo?? what’s the holdup, people??” seulgi yells out from the entrance of the changing room

“-my period just came and it’s going to take me a while to strip off and do my business!” you blurt out and a couple of the girls back up a little because of how louDLy you announced that

“oh! alright, that makes sense?” lisa snorts before shaking her head “i totally get the struggle. do you… need a tampon or anything?”

“nope! i, uh, i’m all good. thank you, though.” you clear your throat and offer her a smile “but seriously, you guys go ahead and i’ll see you next week!”

you smile and wave as the last of the girls file out of the changing room before letting out a breath of relief

you appreciated them offering to walk you to the subway and all that but damN they were starting to get a little annoying!!

“okay… it’s not a big deal…” the present in your bag feels like it’s weighing you down as you make your way down the hallway back to the classroom

for some reason it feels like you’re walking to your execution

it’s not a big deal!

it’s just a present for your teacher and that is noT a big deal

it’s a nice gesture and you’re doing this because you’re a nice person

…okay but if u think about it it is kind of a big deal because the person you’re giving this present to is park jimin and you don’t want him to think that you’re harbouring a little crush on him because a student crushing on her teacher is not only cliché but also kind of!!! pathetic!!!!!!

and if he knew that you had a crush on him he’d probably end up giving you a whole speech on being professional and respecting student-teacher relationship boundaries which is honestly very pitiful aND embarrassing and you’d much rather avoid that whole fiasco

ok then maybe you should rethink this whole gift-giving thing

you can express your gratitude in other ways!

do you still have the receipt?

it’s probably crumpled up at the bottom of your bag

you wonder to yourself if the store is still open right now and if you have time to return the-

“y/n?” you stumble backwards a little in surprise when the door suddenly swings open and jimin’s brows knit together curiously “what are you still doing here? was there something you wanted to talk about?”

oh there are pLenty of things you’d like to talk about with jimin

like the meaning behind the lavender rose he gave you and if he knows that it means what it means

“well, uh, i didn’t have something to talk about, necessarily…” you clear your throat as you follow him into the classroom “but i-“

“you know what, i’m actually glad you stayed behind.” jimin whips around and your eyes widen a bit

what’s that supposed to mean??

“you are?” you whisper faintly and jimin nods before offering you a smile

oh god

this is happening all too fast

a minute ago you were freaking out that jimin probably didn’t feel the same way but here he is now-

“the janitor said that he had to leave early tonight so i told him i’d stay behind after class to clean the classroom myself, but now that you’re here - why don’t you start wiping down the mirrors?” jimin gestures towards the grubby mirrors at the front of the classroom before pointing towards the door “and i’m going to go find the mop and bucket.”

“oh!” you drop your duffle bag to the ground with a flop when jimin tosses a rag at you “well, mr. park, you see, i actually wanted to-“

“less talking, more cleaning, miss y/l/n…” jimin raises a brow at you before clapping his hands together “chop chop!”

“but i-“ you groan quietly when jimin slips out of the room before turning to look at the foggy mirrors

…okay why are the mirrors so dirty?????

you’re going to have to talk to everyone about maybe not smearing their hands all over the mirrors like animals

also you’re not sure how you’re supposed to give jimin his gifts when he’s given you the responsibility to help clean up the classroom

you didn’t sign up for thiS >:-(

right

it’s been about 20 minutes or so since you started cleaning

jimin put some music on so that the two of you wouldn’t be cleaning in awkward silence

he surprised you a little when he asked yoU what you wanted to listen to

(you ended up choosing one of those lofi mix videos on youtube because you felt like that would be a safe option)

(it’s an animal crossing gentle piano mix and it’s very soothing and is actually helping you calm down a little bit)

(“really? animal crossing?” “what?? you said i could choose!”)

you decided to take a break from the mirrors (wiping mirrors was noT as easy as you thought it’d be) so you’ve moved on to wiping down the bars instead

jimin’s on his hands and knees diligently scrubbing away at some shoe marks on the floor

he wore a white button up and slacks to class today which isn’t anything out of the usual except for the fact that now he’s unbuttoned the top couple of buttons and he’s rolled + pushed up the sleeves and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t bothered by it

the chain around his neck seems to wink at you under the lights and almost immediately you wonder what his chain would look like hanging above you

…oh boy

you swallow thickly before scrubbing harder at a smudge on the bar

okay you know what

this is ridiculous

you came here to give him something but here you are doing chores

and it seems that you’ve decided against giving him his gift simply because you are SHY

you’re weak

WEAK!!!!

a weak little wimp, that’s what you are

no offence (but it’s kind of tru)

“hey, mr. park?” you blurt out before you realise and your eyes widen slightly in panic

“yes?” jimin turns to glance at you over his shoulders for a second before returning to his vigorous scrubbing aaaaAAND you are now realising that his shirt is a little see-through under the lights and his back muscles are.,., well.,., they are definitely flexing.,.,

you cut your nails recently so it probably wouldn’t hurt him if you dug them into his shoulder blad-

oh my god

get a grip

PLEASE for the love of god get a grip

you know what

it’s because your period is late this month!! that’s why your hormones are completely out of whack

you wouldn’t be surprised if you reeked of pheromones right now

“also, you can call me jimin, you know. mr. park is kind of an in-class thing.” jimin teases

“right! …jimin.” you cough a little when your voice wavers slightly

it’s not that you’re uncomfortable with calling him jimin

it’s just that you’re used to calling him mr. park and jimin feels so informal and you knoW he’s only like two? three? years older than you so it’s not weird for you to be calling him by his name but!!!!! aHH

but then again you like saying his name :-) because it makes you feel closer to him :-) oh god u rly do like him :-)

(also he likes hearing u say his name)

“i, um-“ you hang the rag over the bar before quickly wiping your hands on the back of your skirt “the reason why i stayed behin-“

“hold that thought-“ jimin gets up off the ground and dusts his hands off before patting his stomach “i don’t know about you but i am starving, so i’m going to quickly get some food from that deli down the block - do you want anything? i feel a little bad that i made you stay after class to help me clean.” he grabs his jacket before checking the pockets to make sure he has his wallet with him

right

well

maybe this is another sign from god to noT giving jimin this present

every time you’re about to do it something happens!!!

“oh gosh, don’t worry about it! i… didn’t have any plans, anyway, so…” you snort before turning away from him because woW you are very good at making yourself sound like a loser “but, uh- you don’t have to get me anything! thank you for offering…”

“alright, i’ll be back in twenty. feel free to take a break!”

as soon as jimin leaves you immediately smack your forehead against the glass

okay first of all ouch

but second of all

“c’mon, y/n. keep it cool!”

what is it about park jimin that reduces you into a fumbling, awkward little loser???!!!

jimin lets out a breath as soon as he steps out of the room

he has no idea what’s wrong with him today but for some reason he’s like extra jittery and he has no idea why

it probably has something to do with the three iced lattes he drank but aLso it doesn’t really help that for the last 20 minutes he’s been alone with you and it’s driving him crazy

you drive him crazy!!!

he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you

you’ve been grand jetéing all over his damn mind for the last two weeks!!

lately he’s just been finding it more than difficult to suppress and deny his feelings for you

like during the ten minute break in the middle of class he thinks it’s so sweet how excited you get when you pull your snacks out of your bag

the other day you brought in some cherries and you were making some of the girls crack up because you were trying to use the cherry juice to stain your lips for a make-shift lipstick but you were failing miserably

and then when you noticed he was watching you you immEdiately wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and ended up smearing cherry juice across your cheek and he had to try sO hard not to crack a smile at that

or when one of the girls asks you to help them out with a move you’re always so willing to help out

it’s pretty normal for jimin to give you guys about half an hour of class time to just get used to the routine and practice it on your own (and also this time gives him the chance to sit back and relax a little bit)

but he’s noticed that y/n the student is very different from y/n the teacher

“okay, 5-6-7-8- nope. no. try again. here we go, 5-6-7-up- okay, you need to get this timing right otherwise you’re going to be a beat behind for the entire routine.” you shake your head as you look at lisa in the mirror “are you paying attention? you go on the 8, you don’t go after the 8. i don’t know how many times i need to tell you that.”

“right, sorry…” lisa mutters as she gets back into first position and blows some hair out of her face

“don’t be sorry, just be ready.”

jimin’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he hears you say that because that’s what hE says to you guys all the time!!!

it’s adorable how you’ve been picking up on some of his techniques :’) the technique of being scary :’)

but also… he’s kind of very into y/n the teacher

miss y/n is hot

jimin immediately pinches his arm as soon as he thinks that before reminding himself to control himself

“alright, 5-6- ooh, wait, before we start- do you like my new leg warmers??” you ask excitedly before sticking one of your legs out and turning back towards lisa “strawberry patterned!!! strawberry!!!”

aaaand y/n the student is back

or the other day when you asked him for tips on a triple-pirouette because even though he taught that lesson a couple weeks back (ahem the day you sprained your ankle) you still haven’t been able to get the hang of it

it shouldn’t be that complicated!!! it’s literally just spinning on one foot so you don’t understand how you manage to fall off balance each time

anyways while he was walking you through the correct posture and all that he couldn’t help but notice the way that you were staring at yourself in the mirror

“neck straight and lengthened… eye-line is up.” jimin stands behind you but reaches around to tilt your chin up “and shoulders…”

there’s a little divot in between your brows and your tongue is poking out a little in between your lips and jimin doesn’t know how this is the first time he’s seen you make this face because you look like a little puppy and it’s adORABLE

damnit

every time he thinks he’s finally gotten control of his feelings for you you manage to reel him riGht back in

“mr. park?” jimin snaps out of it when you speak up and he blinks twice before looking at you in the mirror

“ah- sorry, what?”

“you… were saying something about shoulders?”

“shoulders! shoulders, yes.” jimin nods quickly and looks over your position “uh, shoulders down.”

jimin stares blankly into space as he waits for his order to be ready

he just doesn’t know what to do

he always knows what to do!

in fact, he prides himself on being able to handle anything that comes his way while remaining both level-headed and classy

but this

this is unknown territory

he’s a teacher, an authority figure, crushing on one of his students like a smitten little schoolboy and if he acts on his feelings, that could not only jeopardise his position at the school (and future positions at other schools) but also your enrolment at the school anD your relationship with your fellow peers (seulgi seems like the type to judge on the spot!!) aND!! your relationship with him!!

because what if he tells you he likes you and you feel forced to tell him that you like him too because he’s your teacher??

would that classify as him abusing his power???

maybe in another universe if he wasn’t your teacher, you guys could be together

age definitely isn’t a problem because he’s only 3 years older than you which really isn’t that large of a gap

he could freely take you out all over the city

he could hold your hand whenever he wanted and he could kiss you whenever he wanted

you guys could go on dinner dates and movie dates and ice cream dates and museum dates and aLL the dates

maybe one night he could drive you to the outskirts of the city and you guys could have a picnic by the river and he could rest his head on your lap while you threaded your fingers through his hair

he wouldn’t have a care in the world because all that matters to him is you

and he doesn’t know if your whole “i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to park jimin-“ speech was just for entertainment purposes or if there’s truth behind your words but god he hopes it’s the latter

but at the same time, he has to be realistic about this

even if you do like him back… he can’t do anything about it

because at the end of the day he’s still mr. park and you’re still miss y/l/n

yeah

maybe in another life… just not this one.

“order number 48!”

jimin squeezes his way to the front of the crowd to grab his take-out bag

suddenly he’s lost his appetite

chakkachakkachakkachakka

“hey, mr. park, i actually have something for y- nope, no, he said to call him jimin-“ you mutter to yourself as you scrub vigorously at the grime in between the floorboards

god it’s like the janitor doesn’t even trY to clean this place up

everything’s so dusty and icky!!

“well, jimin, the funny thing is i actually stayed behind to- why is it funny? it’s not funny. you’re not funny.” you grumble and reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to scrub with the worn-out toothbrush

these people really need to invest in some proper cleaning equipment

also you’re scrubbing so hard that your arm is going to pop out of its socket soon

and you’ve been on your hands and knees for the last ten minutes so every joint in general is starting to get a little sore

maybe you should take a brea-

“okay, i know you said you didn’t want anything, but i noticed that you didn’t bring a snack in with you today so you must be at least a little peckish.” you jump three feet into the air when the door suddenly swings open and you quickly get up off the ground

you can’t help but hiss a little in pain when your knee cracks

ouCh

if anything this is a sign that your body wasn’t made for cleaning the floor and you should stick to mirror polishing

“but i’m almost done scrubbing the-”

“i got you a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of tomato soup.” jimin looks back at you as he peels his leather jacket off and tosses it on top of his bag

“ooH i love grilled cheese sandwiches-!“ your eyes widen in excitement but you quickly dial it back when the corner of jimin’s mouth twitches in a smile “i mean… thank you, jimin.”

he nods in acknowledgement as he pulls the boxes out of the paper bag “come and sit. i have a wet-wipe for you if you wanted to clean off a little.”

okay

this is not a big deal

you and jimin are just… sharing a meal which is NOT a big deal

you’re having dinner together!

…oh god you’re having dinner with jimin

is this a date?????

are you on a date with jimin????

okay now you’re just spiralling

how many times do you need to remind yourself to keep it cool???

you know what

this isn’t a date, because if it were a date, then there’d be like candles and everything for mood lighting and you wouldn’T be wearing leg warmers and your hands wouldn’t reek of chemical cleaner

and these bright fluorescent lights in the studio completely kills the whole romantic thing so you’re fine!

“what did you-“ just as you get settled on the ground, the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling crackles and burns out “…huh.”

on the topic of lights

the weirdest thing about this studio is the vast array of lights hanging on the ceiling

because there are little spotlight bulbs lined up where the mirror is at the front of the room along with the back of the room which are warmer toned

on the ceilings are the classic tube fluorescent lights which obviously have a whiter tint to them

nighttime classes aren’t a huge thing so most of the time you guys don’t even use the lights because the suN is your source of light so you never really understood why the studio was designed this way

anyway, the point is - bright fluorescent lights certainly don’t scream romance but now that they’re dead and you’re left with the warm, golden glow of the spotlight bulbs,..,,. this feels more like a date than a simple shared meal

you swallow thickly

“christ… i bet the janitor didn’t change the lights like i asked him to.” jimin scoffs as he looks up at the ceiling

that guy never listens to him!!!

“actually, this happens a lot more than you think.” he sighs as he sets the boxes down on the ground

“oh?” you clear your throat as you pull your box towards you

“i usually stay for a couple more hours after you girls leave and this isn’t the first time the lights have died on me. at least the spotlight bulbs are working…”

“a little dim, but as long as we’re not fumbling around in the dark, right?” you snort as you pop the lid of the soup container off

almost immediately the smell of tangy tomato soup tickles your nostrils

yuMMy

“you’re right, it is a little dim… lucky for us, i actually keep candles in the cabinet.” jimin claps his hands together before swooping down to open up the cabinets

…yeah so what were you saying about this not being a date setting??

as jimin works on lighting the candles, yoU work on figuring out things to talk about to kill the mood

“you know, um, when i make grilled cheese sandwiches for myself at home, i actually use mayo instead of butter!” you clear your throat as jimin takes a seat after lighting the candles

“i’ve heard about that hack… but i do have to say it sounds a little nasty.” jimin raises a brow as he unwraps his own sandwich

“hey now… don’t knock it til ya try it!” you gasp in mock offence before tearing the sandwich in half and watching the cheese stretch out

god

what a beautiful sight

gooey cheese should be considered as one of the seven wonders of the world

“are you playing with your food?” jimin watches as you wind the stretched out cheese from one chunk of the sandwich around the other sandwich

“playing with your food makes it more fun to eat. that’s a scientific fact.” you break it off before bringing it up to your mouth for a bite

“oh yeah? says who?” jimin teases as feeds himself a spoonful of soup

you swallow your bite and shrug “says me!”

a couple seconds of silence ticks by in which the two of you continue to munch quietly and keep to yourselves

you hate silence

it makes you itChy for some reason

“how about we play a game?” after one whole minute of nothing but the sound of quiet chewing, you decide that soMething has to be said

“what kind of a game?” jimin sits up straighter as he polishes off the first half of his sandwich

“how about…”

you should have thought this through

okay

some kind of an icebreaker game

something safe

truth or dare sounds like it could wander into risky territory so maybe not that

“ooh! two truths and a lie - ballet edition.”

“ballet edition? how would that work?” jimin hums as he picks up the other half of his sandwich

you feel your heart hiccup as he tears it in half and stretches the cheese out

he’s copying u :’)

“lemme think…” you wipe some of the grease on your fingers off on a napkin before leaning back on your palms “okay. my favourite move is the grand jeté, my favourite performance was the nutcracker, and my favourite warm-up exercise is the butterfly stretch.”

jimin thinks to himself as he chews slowly

you smile a little as you pick up your sandwich and take a bite

“your favourite move is not the grand jeté. the other day when i said that i’d be incorporating it into our next routine, i swear i could see the light die in your eyes.” jimin snorts before dusting the crumbs off his hand “that was too easy.”

“can you blame me?? i’m not trying to sprain my ankle again!” you pout as you reach down to brush your fingers over your ankle (that has fully recovered, thank goD) “fine, you give it a try then!”

“so it can be about anything related to ballet?”

“anything at all.”

anything related to ballet

ooh he can talk about his education!!

“alright, let’s see.” jimin wipes his mouth with a napkin, “i graduated at the top of my class… i was the youngest student in my class… and… i am not drowning in student debt.”

“…jimin, the game is called two truths and a lie, not three brags and a nothing.”

“well- there are two truths and a lie!! i’m still playing by the rules!!”

“okay, fine - obviously you’re still drowning in student debt. everyone is!!” you scoff as you pop a piece of crust into your mouth

“ah-“ jimin holds a finger up before wagging it at you “that one’s actually true. i’m not drowning in debt because my education was paid for by the scholarship i was awarded- say, this game is fun! your turn!!”

you can’t help but roll your eyes “again, this isn’t three brags and a noth- hEY-“

you squawK in surprise when jimin suddenly throws a crumpled up napkin ball at you

“don’t roll your eyes at me, miss y/l/n…” he teases before threatening to throw another one “go!! your turn!!”

“alright, alright… let me try to think of something to brag about too!”

the two of you spend the next half an hour or so playing the game while finishing up dinner

at one point you nearly wipe your greasy fingers on your skirt and jimin swats your hand away before telling you that if you walked into his class with a dirty uniform on he would definitely kill you

“okay, give me one last one before we clean up and get back to… well, cleaning up.” jimin pops the lid back onto the empty cup and sets it aside

also you’re going to need to ask him where he bought dinner from because the grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup was actually incredible

“fine, but you have to promise not to get mad or anything- that one time i forgot to bring my pointe shoes was definitely on purpose… we have a nickname for you that i can’t say because the others would kill me for it… ooh, and here’s a good one-“ you snort as you perk up in excitement “all of the girls in class have fallen deeply in love with you after you gave everyone roses on valentine’s day.”

the smile falters on jimin’s face

…

uh oh

maybe that one was a little over the line

you forgetting your pointe shoes was an accident!!! you were in a rush and you forgot to pack them

“…”

your lips part to say something but then it hits you

‘all of the girls’ also includes yourseLF you idiot

‘all of the girls have fallen deeply in love with you’

wow

you are incredible

well you might as well go ahead and throw yourself at him too while you’re at it!!

“all of them, you say?”

if that one’s a truth then he hopes you really do mean all of the girls in class

“y’know, uh, speaking of those roses-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face heat up a little before you scramble up off the ground “i actually wanted to say thank you for the valentine’s day gifts you gave us which was why i hung back after class in the first place-”

“oh?” jimin perks up in interest as he crumples up his napkin and tosses it into the paper bag

he can’t help but smile fondly as he watches you fumble through your bag with your tongue poking out

there it is again!!!!

little puppy :-(

god

you make everything so cute

“yeah! i felt a little bad that you didn’t get anything and that… you know, you had to spend valentine’s day with us…” you pull the presents out and a small frown tugs at your lips when you realise the wrapping paper is a little smooshed

oh well

it’s the thought that counts

and hopefully these presents will get his mind off of what u just said lol

“ah, that’s very nice of you, but you really didn’t have to get me anything…” jimin feels his own cheeks flush a little when you sit down across from him and your knee nudges against his own

“don’t be silly… you didn’t have to get us anything, but you did! and i thought that was very sweet of you.” you smile at him as you hand the presents over

okay WOW you might as well have tiny cartoon hearts floating around your head

reel it iN

“well, i’m glad you liked your rose.” jimin hums as he carefully tears the wrapping paper

you did a very neat job at wrapping his gift so he’s not just going to tear into it like an animaL

jimin’s eyes light up in excitement when he sees what the first present is

ooh!!!!!!!

metal straws!!!!!!

“they’re for those iced lattes you drink all the time!” you grin giddily as you look at his face to gauge his reaction

from the looks of it he seems like he’s a fan and hopefully he’s no longer thinking about your weird confessioN

“ah! i love these! you know, i was thinking about buying them but i keep forgetting, so this is great!”

he’s going to use these metal straws all the time!!!!

he loves them!!!!

save the turtles!!!!!

he’s feeling very trendy now

“also, i chose blue because it matches your hair.” your eyes flicker towards his pale blue strands and jimin unconsciously reaches up to run his fingers through his hair

“you noticed my blue hair? damn, i was trying to be subtle about it…” jimin jokes before moving on to the next gift

“did mr. park just crack a joke?” you gasp mockingly and jimin can’t help but roll his eyes playfully

“mean mr. park does have a sense of humour, you know-“

“for a while there i was seriously considering the theory of you being an android-“

“now look who’s being mean!!”

it’s weird that this is really the only time you’ve had a conversation with jimin outside of class

and it’s even weirder than he’s basically an entirely different person outside of class

with that being said

on monday when he reverts back to mr. park he’s most definitely going to still have the ability to make you pee yourself

as he begins to tear the second gift open you speak up again

“i noticed that the journal you used to take notes and stuff looked a little tattered, so i thought maybe it’d be nice for you to have a new one! obviously you don’t have to use it if you don’t like it, but i just thought that… yeah.”

it’s a handmade brown leather bound journal with his initials pressed (and painted gold!!) on the front cover

truth be told you were a little wary about this gift because it felt oddly… intimate? personal?

it just feels more like a gift you’d give to your significant other rather than your teacher

like if you gave your professor an apple that’s normal but if you gave your professor a box of chocolate covered strawberries that’s a lil.,,.,. a lil out of line and more ‘i love you!’ than ‘i respect you!’

but before you could change your mind about it the person at the store had already finished pressing the letters in and she said no refunds so

oops

“oh, wow… this is beautiful, y/n…” jimin breathes out as he smooths his hand over the leather

although it’s fairly obvious he likes the gift you’re still vERY nervous for some reason

you catch yourself twisting your skirt in between your hands and you quickly let go and clasp your hands together on your lap

“so you… you like it?” you press your lips together and jimin snorts

“like it? i love it!” jimin gushes as he flips through the book “thank you very much, y/n. these were very thoughtful presents, i really appreciate it.” he hums contently before looking up at you with a warm smile

you feel your heart skip a beat at the little twinkle in his eyes

he,.,., is literally..,,. the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.,,.

also the two of you have unconsciously been scooching closer to each other this entire time and your knees are basically pressed up against each others

you’re so focused on the fact that your heart is pounding in your chest that you don’t notice jimin’s gaze flicker to your lips for a brief second

god he wants to kiss you

after dinner you pulled out the strawberry-mint flavoured gum you’re always chewing on before class (you offered him a piece but he’d already pulled out his own plain ol’ spearmint gum for himself)

so he’d definitely taste strawberry if he kissed you

and he really likes strawberries

“also, i-“ you lean back quickly before letting out a nervous chuckle and getting up from the ground “i also wanted to take this chance to apologise for the… inappropriate comments i made a couple weeks back.”

“inappropriate comments?” jimin clears his throat and leans back a little as well

he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck

hOo

maybe he should turn the air conditioner on

it’s getting a little hot in here

he gets up off the ground before heading over to the front of the room where the switches are

“oh, right!” jimin flips the air con switch on and tugs at his collar a bit “you mean you telling the entire class that you’d like to sit on my-“

“tHAT waS-“ you interrupt jimin before he gets a chance to finish his sentence before clearing your throat loudly “see, the thing is, that was just seulgi getting under my skin- i’m sure you’ve noticed we have a best frenemies kind of situation going on-“

you roll your eyes as you start to polish the mirror again (because you’re getting nervous again and when u get nervous you nEED to do something with your hands) “basically some of the girls were talking about you and i stepped in to- y’know, make sure that they were keeping things respectful because you aRe our teacher-“

ok all this rant is doing is making you sound like a major teacher’s pet but pop off sis

“a-anyways, seulgi seemed to think that me defending you was because i had a crush on you, so then i kinda just said all that stuff to get her off my back, you know? does that make sense? i’m not sure if i’m making sense.” you babble on as you start wiping at one spot on the mirror a littLe too aggressively “and, you know, i would, um, under normal circumstances, i would nevEr ever ever disrespect my teachers like that and i just hope that you-“

jimin stops listening to your nervous babbling to flashback to that afternoon

‘i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him.’

even the reminder of you saying that sends a shiver down his spine and sends blood rushing to multiple parts of his body

you know what

fuck it

he’s just going to go for it

he’s sat on this for far too long and if it doesn’t work out, he’s veRy good at acting like he doesn’t care about anything

so, either way, he’ll be totally fine!!!

…right??

“do you?” jimin cuts you off and you look at him in the mirror as he packs the gifts away in his bag

“do i- sorry, do i what?”

jimin zips his bag up loudly and you jump a little in surprise

“do you have a crush on me, y/n?”

your hand immediately freezes on the mirror and your grip tightens on the rag

all you can hear is the sound of the air con whirring above you and your heart beating in your ears

you-

did he just-

what are you supposed to-

is this really happening right now or are u having a fever dream

you force your hand to move but your movements make you seem more like a tin-man rather than a normal human being

“i-i don’t… i’m not sure i understand the, uh…” your heart seems to beat faster with every slow step jimin takes towards you “what exactly, um, what exactly do you mean by ‘crush’? b-because, y’know, crush… crush can be interpreted in… in a miLLion different ways, so…”

…

reaLLY??

thAt’s your response??

gee mr. park can you define crush for me???

can you use it in a sentence sir???

“okay, fine.” jimin purses his lips before tilting his head “are you attracted to me, miss y/l/n?” your hand freezes mid-wipe on the mirror with an obnoxious squeak the moment you realise jimin is standing directly behind you

if u thought that being referred to as miss y/l/n in class was intimidating

hOo boy

“a-attracted?”

this is making you want to catapult yourself into the middle of a busy intersection

“attracted. romantically…” jimin looks at you through the mirror and for some reason you’re unable to unlock gazes with him “sexually.”

“what-“ your voice cracks, “-makes you think that, mr. park?”

the corner of jimin’s mouth tugs up in a sly smirk

well now he definitely knows how you feel about him

this is where it gets fun

“well, i notice that you become very flushed whenever i’m close to you. the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears turn bright pink… kind of like how they are right now.” you can feel the heat radiating off of jimin’s body from how close he’s standing to you

you swallow thickly when he reaches up to pluck the rag out of your hand before tossing it aside

you’re completely frozen from head to toe but you manage to slowly drag your hand down from the mirror

“and don’t think i don’t notice the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention.” jimin hums and reaches around to tilt your chin upwards as his other hand rests on your waist “look at yourself, y/n.”

miraculously enough you manage to drag your gaze away from jimin to look at yourself in the mirror

oh boy

you are flushed

and your pupils are so blown out to the point where they’ve almost completely consumed your iris’

your chest rises and falls as you continue to take in shallow breaths

“i see the moony look in your eyes… and they get extra moony when i come to class wearing white button-ups.” jimin whispers in your ear and you feel every single hair on your body prickle to life “i see the way you bite your lip when i roll them up like this-“ jimin presses both palms up against the mirror next to your head and you swallow thickly at the sight of his almost obscenely attractive forearms caging you in

“and when you bend down to fix your shoes or adjust your leg warmers… you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” jimin purrs and reaches down to tilt your chin up again

your back is pressed right up against his chest

“you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are…”

o god

you feel like you can’t speak

your mouth is just dRY

also you don’t know whether you should be feeling humiliated or.,,.,. slightly turned on

is it possible to feel both at the same time??

“tell me you want this as much as i do.” jimin feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest but it’s waY too late to take everything back

your head is reeling and you’re honestly not sure how to respond

because on one hand this is finALLY happening and your dreams are literally coming true right before your eyes but on the other hand this is finally happening and usually when you fantasise about jimin you never let it get this far so you haven’t had the chance to plan out your next move

meanwhile, jimin has no idea what to think and has no idea how to interpret your silence

he waits for another ten seconds to go by before deciding to call it

time of death is 7:48pm

well

this was mortifying

and he’s probably going to lose his job now!

so that’s great!

“shit, i…” he lets his hands fall from the mirror before taking a couple steps back from you “god, i… i’m sorry, that was wildly inappropriate of me, i just thought- mmph!”

jimin stumbles back with wide eyes when you’re suddenly launcHing yourself at him and it doesn’t take long for him to start kissing you back

his arm snakes around your waist as he reaches up to cup your jaw

he was right

you do taste like strawberries

jimin feels a new kind of flame ignite within him when he hears a little whimper slip past your lips when he presses you up against the mirror

and yoU are just floating on cloud nine

jimin’s lips are so impossibly soft and pillowy and you feel like you could kiss him forever

jimin pulls away first to catch his breath and he can’t help but chuckle when you lean up to chase after his lips

“i’m not going anywhere, you know-“

“i know, but you’re a really good kisser-“ you breathe out as you nudge your nose against his

hOo

you could use a breather too

“i like you, y/n. i like you a lot.” jimin whispers and leans down to press his forehead against yours

you feel your heart soaring in your chest at his confession and if it’s even possible your cheeks get even pinker

“i like you too.”

and even though the two of you are currently encased in a warm bubble of love, one single question pops up in your minds at the same time:

what the hell am i going to do now?

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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johannstutt413 · 4 years ago

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“Doctor! Come on! Stop dragging your feet!” Nian was pulling at their chair, trying to drag them out of the room with her. “You’re not that busy, are you?”

“I really am, Nian! Let me do my work, please!” They’d gotten to the point of driving their boots’ heel-spikes into the floor, which was why the Nian was having so much trouble.

At this point, Ceobe poked her head into the office. “Doctor smells scared. Why?”

“Oh thank God.” They gestured to the newcomer. “If you want someone to go grab lunch with so badly, take her. She drinks hot sauce by itself; I’m sure she’d love that place.”

“Hmm...Fine, but next time, I’m not letting you off so easy.” She left them to their work, gesturing for the Perro to follow her.

For her part, Ceobe was never one to turn down walkies. “Doctor’s right about the hot sauce. Do you like spicy food, Nian?”

“Spicy food is the only good food there is,” she asserted. “I mean, no offense to the chefs who can’t make it right, but if you aren’t feeling that sweet, sweet inferno on your lips and tongue after you finish a meal, you didn’t eat anything worthwhile...You drink hot sauce?”

“Yeah, it’s really good! I asked Gummy to make it fizzy for me one time, and she did, and it was the best thing ever!”

Nian chuckled. “Fizzy? You mean like a soda?”

“Yeah!” Ceobe’s tail was going off. “You’re smart. I like you!”

“Heh...Well, you seem like a hell of a lot more fun than our stuffy Doctor.”

The Perro cocked her head. “Stuffy? Like a teddy bear?”

“No, more like a...” She thought for a moment. “They work too much, I think.”

“Oh! It would be nice if they gave me more headpats. They give me some, but more is always better - more food, more headpats, more spicy, more more more!”

The Nian nodded. “Exactly! You get it! Man, where have you been the past three hun- where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding?” Ceobe shook her head. “I don’t hide anywhere. I stay with Vulcan, and I go to the cafeteria a lot, and I go for walkies with people when they’re bored or sad.”

“Huh...so you’re a emotional support Perro?”

She nodded vigorously. “Mmhmm! When I’m not smashing bad guys, at least!”

“That’s neat.” Nian gestured to a restaurant a few blocks ahead. “And there’s our stop, right there. Do you like Lungmen food, Ceobe?”

“You can call me Kay! And um...I like food, so yes!”

She chuckled. “Oh, you are an absolute delight. Do you have any money with you?”

“Um...Oh, yeah, I do.” Ceobe rooted around in her pocket, then another pocket, then a third pocket, where she eventually found the wallet Vulcan had gotten her and some of the blue paper they called “money” around Rhodes Island. “I don’t know how many, though.”

“I think it’s ‘how much’ when it’s money, Kay. Here, I can count it for you.” She gave Nian her wallet, and after a brief tally, the Nian confirmed she had enough...A scary amount more than enough, truth be told. Where did she get all that money when she clearly didn’t know what it was worth?

After entering the restaurant and sitting down, the Perro’s tail wagging like a metronome and occasionally brushing against her new best friend sitting next to her, Nian pointed to some squiggles on the paper called a “menu.” “Can you read this?”

“Nope!” The cheerful way Ceobe shook her head when confirming her complete lack of literacy was, admittedly, absolutely adorable. “Can you?”

“Yes, yes I can. Let’s see...You’ll eat just about anything?”

She nodded. “Yep! But not honey biscuits.”

“Really?” Nian took note of that. “You don’t like honey biscuits?”

“No, I love them! Just not all of them. Vulcan makes really good ones, and Mister Matterhorn and Lava do, too. Other people...need practice.”

The Nian was already planning on ambushing her partner in movie-making with this precious Perro; this only gave her more reason to. “Gotcha, gotcha. In that case, how about we share something? There’s this one dish with ghost peppers I can’t get enough of.”

“Okay!” Ceobe blinked. “Nian, what’s a ghost pepper? And how do you eat it?”

“It’s a really really spicy pepper. Not actually a ghost; that’s a common misconception.”

She nodded, before blinking again. “A miscon-what?”

“Like...a thing people think is true, but isn’t. Sorry, I’ve lived a long time, and I’m not used to talking to you yet.”

“It’s okay! You’re doing a good job so far!” The Perro’s tail continued to wag for a moment, but stopped suddenly as she set her head on Nian’s shoulder. “It’s okay.”

The sudden shift in Ceobe’s mood threw her for a loop. “What’s okay, Kay?”

“I couldn’t tell when we were walking, but I feel it now. Nian is more scared than Doctor was earlier, and sad, too.”

“I...” She stared at the top of the Perro’s head before starting to pet her, unable to resist the call. “I don’t know if I can explain why to you.”

Ceobe shook her head. “That’s okay. You don’t have to. I am your support Perro, so I’ll be here for you to headpat your worries away. Cardigan said that’s how it works.”

“She’s right about that.” Nian had to admit, she hadn’t once thought about her inevitable demise since she’d left the Doctor’s office with Kay in tow, but it seemed the weight of it was still palpable...How was it that this was the first of her kind she’d met who was so perceptive?

“Good afternoon, Miss Nian.” A server had finally found them. “Ah, I see you have a guest with you today. The usual?”

She nodded. “Yes...Two orders, please. Kay, what do you want to drink?”

“A bottle of hot sauce, please!”

“...You know what? Make it two.” Nian grinned at the server. “I need to know what I’ve been missing out on.”

They bowed, making a note not to trifle with this sandy-haired masochist. “We’ll have those for you right away.”

“Thank you...Hey, Kay? You do know their hot sauce is hotter than the stuff you’re probably used to, right?”

“Oohhhhh.” She shrugged. “I do now!”

The Nian chuckled, shaking her head as she slid an arm around the Perro’s shoulder. “You really are a keeper...Hmm.”

“...That’s what you’re scared of?”

“Hmm?” Nian looked at her again. “What do you mean?”

Ceobe slid off her shoulder to hold her gaze, eye to eye, with a seriousness that was so artificial it would almost be laughable...if it wasn’t so powerful, in the way only someone constantly cheerful can manage. “You’re going to die soon, and you’re scared no one will remember you after you do.”

“...What gives you that idea?”

“I listened to your weapon.” She gestured to the small container she kept her mugging repellant in. “I don’t always understand people, but I can speak Sword just fine. Yours is really weird, very...confused. It doesn’t know what it should look like, but it knows its job, and it shares your worries. One day, you will die, and even I won’t be able to use it, so it wants to keep you alive for as looooong as possible...but you’ve seen your last day, and it’s coming too close, like it always does. You won’t be able to come back and see me, because I’ll be gone, too - the black rocks are growing too fast - but while we’re here, we should enjoy it, right?”

The Nian was speechless for a long moment, simply staring into Ceobe’s eyes. “How?”

“Every weapon has a story, Nian. I like stories.” The Perro reached up and gave her companion a headpat, directly between her horns.

“...After we eat, will you walk with me for awhile?” She wasn’t sure why it felt so good to be headpat by Kay, but she knew how she wanted to return the favor. “If you know that much from my weapon already, I might be able to tell you more, and...and I really want to.”

She smiled. “Sure! I like stories.”

“Me too, Kay. Me too.”

#arknights #nian (arknights)#ceobe (arknights)#...dude why the hell is my Kay like this?#like y'all notice this too right?#it's just so easy to give her this insane insight #admittedly i give it to Red too #but this is...I like it #but i don't understand it entirely #hmm #arknights fic

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mytastessuck · 4 years ago

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Gorillaz: Song Machine, Season 1: "Strange Timez"

2The final frontier...until the next frontier as indicated by the album's title. A lot of guests showed up to help out Gorillaz on this album, ranging from indie acts to freaking legends. You thought Humanz was overpacked? You don't know the shit that Kong Studios was filled with when the Spacemonkeyz left. A good amount of my playlist is filled with songs from this album so let's just shut up and get on with it so I can gush about an awesome album.

1. Strange Timez

Heh, they start the album off with the titular track. That's pretty coo---HOLY SHIT, IS THAT ROBERT SMITH?! When you got the fucking frontman of The Cure singing with you about what an utter shitshow of a year it was a while ago, you know that Gorillaz has thrown away any semblance of fucking around. Everyone sounds like they're on the verge of panicking and I'm all for it. What a KO punch out the gate.

2020/10

2. The Valley of the Pagans

Beck decides to team up with Gorillaz, making it his third most important collaboration since his team-ups with The Lonely Island and Bender. This track is something that needs to be shouted out loud with the windows rolled down on a road trip and that's mostly due to the energy Damon brings to the track. Beck does a servicable job but something is missing that would put this on the level of Ultimate Beck Songs. Still, awesome track.

9/10

3. The Lost Chord

This track makes me feel things. Things that I've got no right feeling. Both Damon and Leee manages to make this one of the most depressing tracks on the album even without the context of the album. Some days all you can do go harder, go harder.

11/10

4. Pac-Man

Okay, gonna say something that even I don't like saying. This song is great...until Schoolboy Q starts rapping. I dunno what it is about the rap that turns me off. It just feels loose, all over the place and building up to something that has no payoff. It's a shame the song relies on that part so strongly. Noodle had an interesting outfit in the video though.

7/10

5. Chalk Tablet Towers

Another club anthem from Gorillaz! Nowhere near as good as "Strobelite" but definitely much more relatable (I wanna go home indeed.) St. Vincent is a great back-up on this track that's good enough to dance to, do drugs to or stare at your drink as you wonder if this is the state you're going to spend the rest of your life in...to.

8/10

6. The Pink Phantom

Pretty good tone to this song. Somber, nice crooning from Damon, 6lack's part is a bit superfluous but it doesn't detract from the rest of the son---HOLY SHIT, IS THAT ELTON JOHN?! AND IS HE THE BEST PART OF THE SONG?! I can't believe the blind old bastard still had it in you. To this day, I find myself singing "I tried to say I love you/But you wouldn't listen." to myself out of nowhere. This song elevates this album to a classier stand than anything Murdoc touched has any right being.

3000/10

7. Aries

Really nice chill-out song. Good instrumentation from Peter Hook and Georgia. I'm really underselling it but it is impossible to be in a bad mood when this song comes on. Kind makes you want to go out and, you know, actually do shit. (With a mask on though.)

413/10

8. Friday 13th

Finally some good rap. Geez, that was mean. Well, if it makes you feel any better, this song becomes a bummer if you know the context behind it. Octavian manages to fuel the nihilistic vibe behind the song that makes you wish for beautiful days to take your mind off...well, life. Bonus point for James Baldwin quote.

11/10

9. Dead Butterflies

Yes! More songs to make me feel stuff! Kano and Roxani overshadow Damon as they sing about how nothing matters but...nah, that's it. Nothing matters. We're dead bugs. We got nothing left. Let's just speak Spanish or something.

10/10

10. Desole

Man, Fatoumata Diawara is such a good singer, she can make a man tolerate the French. Second single from the album and they show that are willing to go back to songs in different languages and I am all for it. Fuck yes. Sorry for swearing. Putain Ouais.

714/10

11. Momentary Bliss

First single off the album and it is special, so fucking special. Slowthai grabs your attention by the throat with his heavy rhymes and holds you long enough for Slaves to slam themselves down on you with the increasingly-punk-by-the-second climax they crash in on. Damon can barely keep up as he makes sure that enough hype is gathered for this album through one of its best tracks.

1000/10

12. Opium

I only heard this song when I listened to the album for the first time and I immediately put it on my playlist afterwards. EarthGang kicks so much fucking ass on this track that Eddie Murphy experiences sympathy pains every time he hears the word "Georgia". These guys need more cred and they are half of the reason why you should shell out for the deluxe edition.

365/10

13. Simplicity

The title is accurate. The song is simple. Pretty calming though. And nothing offensively wrong with it. I dunno, it must feel like a let down after Opium's haze of awesomeness.

8/10

14. Severed Head

Goldlink and UMO are the bravest fuckers on the planet to bring attention to the serious problem of decapitation. With nice keys backing up their sermon, maybe people will take having all of their major organ functions operable more seriously now. I know I will.

10/10

15. With Love To An Ex

As an African-American who experiences misfortune in love myself, something about this song speaks to me. Ex-niggas may not be texting me...might actually need ex-niggas for that...but shit, your past following you does speak to me in the worst way possible. Man, fuck people.

11/10

16. MLS

Hey, it's these guys again! I'm not going to tell you where I know them from. That's for further down the road. Still, glad to know these two are able to create something beautiful that can be mistakenly picked up by a parent who mistakes it for something from the Craig of the Creek soundtrack.

9/10

17. How Far?

We lost a treasure of a percussionist when Tony Allen died. This track is proof he was one of the best in the business. Skepta doesn't let any slack fall down on his side either. Dissing the listeners while Tony backs him up with one of the best beats I've ever heard. RIP sir.

800/10

Album Score: 494/10

And that concludes the Gorillaz retrospective. Next week, we start on my second favorite band, Ween:

We will covering all their studio albums, starting with the punk masterpiece, GodWeenSatan: The Oneness. That'll take me a couple of days to write up. See you then.

#gorillaz #song machine season one #strange timez #review #music #EarthGang #ween

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Day 2: Athletics

‘Are you sure about this,’ Makoto thinks to herself, would be a rather silly question to ask now. From the way Ryuji was already hurrying to the opposite end of the room, passing over the large foam mat at its center, to deposit his gym bag on a bench it was rather clear he was certain about what he was doing.

He’d been badgering her for weeks now, what began simply as questions about where she ‘learned to throw down like that,’ (as he put it) eventually turned to questions about which martial arts she had learned, which in turn morphed to questions about Aikido, which lead to questions about how he could learn Aikido which led, at last, to the inevitable question: ‘Can you teach me some killer moves?’

She would be lying if she didn’t admit a part of her felt flattered at how much interest he showed in a skill she was normally hesitant to share with others. She would, however, of course never let him know how flattered she was. That would just make his head even bigger than it already was, something which wouldn’t be good for either of them.

So here they were, early on a weekend morning, at a gym he’d picked (in truth Makoto had been keeping in shape in her own home for the past year and didn’t really know any gyms herself…but she was definitely not going to run the risk of Sae coming home to discover her sparring with a random boy who dyed his hair blonde) both in comfortable, practical, exercise outfits. Perhaps she was just misinterpreting her own feelings, but could it be that she was…actually excited for this? It had been a while, ages, since she’d ever actually gotten to spar with anyone and Ryuji made not the worst partner for this kind of thing.

“Don’t forget to do warm-ups first, even if we’re going to take it easy today, we still have to do it properly, I don’t want any-”

“Already busy Makoto, heh, this isn’t my first workout, ya know?” He was already stretching when she unslung her own tog bag from her shoulder, placing it next to his, and storing her phone and wallet in it before joining him on the mat with her own stretches.

“Of course, my apologies-”

“You don’t gotta apologize,” was something he said to her so often that by now the two didn’t even really let it interrupt the flow of their conversation.

“-did you used to work out here when you were still on the team?” She pulled an arm in front of herself, stretching it out, and hooking her other arm around it at the elbow, helping to push it out farther

“Nah, actually never used a gym back then, me and the guys just kept in shape on the field, no gym or anything,” Ryuji stretched both his arms up high above his head, causing his white top to lift enough for Makoto to catch a glimpse of his stomach. Ryuji had never been terribly out of shape, albeit at the beginning of the year he’d been more lanky than fit, but the benefits of his recent return to form and, she assumed, his time in the Metaverse had certainly done him favours. She felt only a smidge embarrassed when his words caused her to realize she’d been staring perhaps overly long.

“Me and Ren actually found it, we were looking for a place to work out cause…ugh, long story, not gonna bore you with it now, just, point is, me ‘an Ren found it, so now I come here pretty often,” if Ryuji thought she hadn’t noticed his own eyes lingering on her he was sorely mistaken. To his credit he was clearly making an effort not to ogle, but when she stretched one leg out far, she could definitely catch him stealing glances. Just this one, since she’d stared a bit herself, she supposed she’d let him off without a warning. This once.

“I see,” Makoto lifted one foot up behind her knee, feeling the strain on her quadriceps as she continued to speak; “I have been looking to get back into a exercise routine myself actually, do you think I could-”

“Heck yeah! I mean…uh, that would be, ah-hem, that would be good- fine…it’d be fine,” it was cute how he tried to contain his excited outburst, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. It was a very ‘Ryuji’ thing to do, it reminded her of the excited boy who’d stumbled his way through asking her to try out a new move with him, twisting his tongue into knots over the whole affair. It was, honestly, rather…cute.

Cute? Was that really a word she could use to describe Ryuji?

“Did ya think of somethin’ funny?”

“Hmm?” She was pulled out of reminiscing, by a puzzled look on Ryuji’s face.

“You’re smiling pretty big all of a sudden,” she was? Makoto hadn’t really noticed the corners of her lips curving upwards into a grin.

“Oh? No, I was just-”

“Excited, right? You wanna get started already, right? Man I get that, I’m super stoked as well! Like…Aikido, that stuff’s badass, once I mastered it I’m gonna be all over those Shadows’ asses…I mean, more than I am already, ya know?” Makoto didn’t really know but it was flattering anyway, obtuse, but flattering.

“Let’s get too it then,” she turned to face him, moving to the center of the mat and he followed her lead, an infectiously wide grin on his face, practically beaming, reminding her of nothing so much as a puppy excitedly awaiting to be told it’d been a ‘good boy’.

Where were these thoughts coming from? Cute? Puppy?

“We’ll start with basics, obviously, before we can move on to anything complex, we need to establish your fundamentals. In Aikido controlled relaxation is pivotal, we can begin with some ukemi and then-” and she was losing him. She could already see it from how the grin drooped towards the edges and the way those eyes, normally practically sparking with vibrant energy, glazed over. It was, of course, a look she’d seen many times from him, it was the look he wore whenever she began explaining some or other component of his school work he was neglecting.

“C’mon Makoto! Controlled relaxation? We just did warm-ups!” Ryuji seemed less than eager to start slowly. She supposed she should have seen it coming, since when had he ever been one to take things slow?

“You know I’m good for a fight, you’ve seen me in action! I think we can skip these baby steps and go full out! I wanna see what you got, in action! First hand! Experience is the best teacher, ya know?”

Makoto placed both hands on her hips and gave Ryuji a ‘look’. To his credit he only blanched under it this time, rather than the full-on wilt it normally reduced him too. With a crooked smile and a pleading voice he tried once more:

“Please Makoto-sensei?” How was she going to say no to that?

“Fine, fine, we’ll do it your way,” she relented with a sigh and a chuckle, shaking her head as Ryuji loudly whooped, bouncing on his feet, a dynamo of energy.

“But no more ‘sensei’, okay?”

“Got it, Makoto-sama!”

If looks could kill Ryuji would be dead, and he seemed to get the point, gulping audibly and holding his hands up in front of himself contritely.

“S-sorry! Makoto, j-just Makoto, my bad!” Was it bad that a part of her loved how easy she could make him squirm? Probably, but he was being a brat right now so she’d forego the feelings of guilt. Besides, she’d be proving her point shortly now.

“Alright then, you want me to just come at you? That it?” He nodded, crouching a bit, lower, his weight distributed evenly between his feet.

“Bring it! I wanna see what ya got!”

And so, he would.

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Pinned. Ryuji gave a grunt as he felt Makoto twist slightly on his arm. He was face down against the mat, Makoto kneeling above him, and out of the corner of his eye he could just make out the satisfied smirk on his face.

Try as she might to always act professional, even she couldn’t hide she was enjoying this. It made him feel…something warm.

“So? Was it as impressive as you hoped?” She still hadn’t released the pressure of her grip, and Ryuji couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if he’s said ‘no’? As it were, he was impressed, so there really was no reason to lie.

“Damn! That was fast Makoto! Holy crap!” Other boys might have felt upset at being so easily pinned by a girl, luckily Makoto knew Ryuji well enough by now that the boy meant every bit of his gushing over her. It could honestly at times be too much…but what was wrong with a little indulgence every now and then?

“Heh, well, to be honest it was mostly your balance that did you in there, and this is a fairly easy technique to teach, of course to learn it you’d have to go slower, master it in parts, mister ‘let’s just spar and hope I pick things up by osmosis,’” she released her grip on him, allowing both of them to stand up again.

Makoto’s eyes briefly wondered down to Ryuji’s leg, ‘that leg’. She’d made sure not to touch it or apply pressure to it during their bout. She knew he’d probably not appreciate that if she told him, would consider it her going ‘easy on him’ or nonsense like that, but she couldn’t help but be preoccupied with it. That last thing she’d want is to hurt him.

“What’s osmosis?” He cocked his head to one side, a quizzical look on his face, once more leaving Makoto with the distinct impression of some guileless, affectionate dog and- would those thoughts just please stop already? She didn’t need to keep comparing him to some adorable puppy or dog (Shiba-Inu, clearly).

“We’ll cover that when we prep for your biology exam,” she gave a small laugh as he groaned, the idea of studying failing to excite him the way their current activity was.

“Ugh, forget that crap, let’s go again! I wanna try something,” Makoto rolled her eyes. She’d hoped to humour him once, so that he’d understand just having someone practised in Aikido performing it on you repeatedly wasn’t teaching, but apparently Ryuji’s skull was slightly to thick to intake that from one defeat (shocking).

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” well, if it was what he wanted…

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So, she pinned him again. And again. And again. And…well, again. He definitely did improve, slightly, but that still didn’t change the inevitable outcome every time.

This time he’d managed to almost twist out of her grip on his arm, but it hadn’t been quick enough to stop her unbalancing him, sending him down to the mat, on his back this time, as she straddled him across his chest, pinning his arms to either side of his head.

“Gotcha, again,” she had a catlike expression of superiority. By now both of them were glistening with perspiration, clothing clinging to their bodies as they breathed heavily from exertion. Beneath her Ryuji was wide-eyed, almost a deer-caught-in-the-headlights sort of expression, staring up at her intently, his mouth open as he sucked air through it.

He’d been growing progressively quieter and quieter with each new pin. She’d almost feared he was maybe growing sullen, or pouting, at the constant losses but…that didn’t really seem like something he would do. He’d still kept up his gushing praise and enthusiasm for it all, so she’d just assumed he was getting deep into his thoughts, it was honestly somewhat attractive…although she tried to bury that deep down.

This time, though, he seemed to be struggling a bit for words and, so, Makoto spoke first.

“You know, if I didn’t now any better, I’d think you liked getting pinned under be with how much you keep asking for it,” she hated herself for saying it at once. It was crass and playful and it made her cheeks burn red.

What had she been thinking (she hadn’t been)? It’d slipped out in the heat of the moment, as people said, but Makoto hated the heat of the moment! She wasn’t a heat of the moment kind of gal (not true at all).

Before she could even try to say something to excuse it, though, Ryuji blurted out his own answer.

“Y-yeah…”

There was a silence in the room. The sort of silence where two people both realize they’d said more than they’d intended too, and now had to process a fundamental shift in how they perceived each other. Makoto remained on top of him throughout.

“Ryuji-”

“Oh shit! Dammit! F-forget it! What the hell? Ughhh! I’m so effin’ dumb! I w-was just joking Makoto! It was just a joke! A stupid joke! Real stupid! Hehehe! Ya’ get that right? I mean I’m always tellin’ dumb jokes, right? S-so just ignore it! Please!” Makoto was suddenly reminded once more of that exchange at the subway station, of how quick he’d been to disparage his own idea, to assume she must hate it. At the time it had strangely…hurt.

Did he really think she resented his opinion that much? So, he admitted to enjoying her being on top of him, it wasn’t that insulting was it? It was weird, sure, and it…it suddenly made her intensely aware of how her thighs wrapped rather nicely around his chest, but…it was just an innocent outburst, she didn’t mind it that much (did she mind it at all).

“Ryuji!” She silenced his further blubbering with a curt word that made him wince as if he expected a blow. She sighed.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize,” she actually took some satisfaction from being able to finally say it to him, rather than endlessly being on the receiving end of it, “-I…I don’t…I don’t mind…actually…” and she didn’t. As she said it, she acutely understood that she didn’t mind. It didn’t make her uncomfortable at all to know that. In fact, if she were being 100% honest with herself (which she rarely was) it actually made her feel…good.

“No way…” Ryuji gawked, the disbelief on his face feeling almost pointed as it stabbed into her.

Did he just assume there was no way she could ever be interested?

“W-well that’s…that’s up to you…whether you believe me or not I…” she lifted herself up and slid backwards, sitting down on the mat, and twisting her face away to try to vainly hide the blush, and hurt, now on it.

“No! Sorry, damn, sorry! I didn’t…I didn’t mean it like that! I believe you, totally, I believe you!” He scrambled to undo the damage his foot-in-mouth disease had caused (a common enough occurrence for Ryuji) and braced himself on his elbows, looking at her.

“It’s just…w-well I…I just thought…you’d be creeped out, me just saying it like that…ya know? It’s…kinda weird and, uhm, p-probably not normal,” she chuckled at that.

“I won’t deny that inviting me to teach you Aikido as a pretext for me to pin you multiple times is perhaps a rather unconventional form of flirting-” his head dropped and once again Makoto could not help but imagine a dog’s ears drooping sadly.

“-but…I mean, I asked Ren to pretend to be a fake boyfriend so I’m probably not the best judge of what is, or isn’t, normal when it comes to flirting,”

“Yeah,” Ryuji snorted, and Makoto playfully reached out and lightly punched his shoulder.

“I’m being candid with you now, don’t laugh,”

“What’s candid mean?” Makoto couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“But seriously Makoto I…I’m sorry if I made things weird, I didn’t wanna! I seriously asked ya hear just to show me your moves! Honest! This wasn’t a plan or anything,” Makoto might have distrusted him, if he hadn’t added on that ‘wasn’t a plan or anything,’ what could be more trustworthy from Ryuji than an admission that he had no plan and just charged into situations half-cocked?

“You’re just…I mean just…you’re…ugh,” he groaned, looking to the roof as if hoping the words, he was looking for would be written there (They weren’t).

“I’m just…what?” When had she begun holding her breath? Should she really let this be dragging on? Shouldn’t she nip it in the bud?

“You’re so cool! Like…seriously! Ugh! You’re amazing! You’re awesome, you’re smart, you’re strong, you’re almost as good a leader as Ren, and you damn sure plan things further ahead! I just…ya know? You’re so amazing and then you spend time with me and-”

“Ryuji,” she reached a hand out and placed it over one knee, prompting him to go quiet, lifting himself somewhat from the mat to look at her again.

“I enjoy spending time with you. This isn’t a chore, it’s fun. You’re fun. I like spending time with you. I liked coming up with a ridiculous action move with you. I like working out with you. So if you even think of saying that I shouldn’t be spending my time with you then, well, we could move straight on to me demonstrating that iron fist of mine you’re always going on about,” being a burden. Makoto knew exactly what it was like to feel as if you were nothing but a rock around the neck of the person you cared for most. She would do anything to stop a friend from feeling like that.

“Heh, yes ma’am,” he gave a weak chuckle but his genuine smile had returned. “S-sorry-” she gave him the ‘look’ and he cleared his throat loudly; “I mean…uh…s-so good session?” She gave him an approving smile.

“It was a good session,” and she meant that honestly. “But I think that’s enough for one day, besides, we have some more talking to do,” she stood up and reached a hand out for him. He smiled and clasped it, letting her pull him up.

“Talk?”

“Yeah, I thought after we shower, we could stop by some place to catch a bite, I’ve worked up quite the appetite,”

“Oh! Oh yeah! Sure, sure, I can take you to Ogikubo! It’s a great place, been there with Ren and Yusuke before, you’ll love it!” Luckily Ryuji was able to go from low on fuel to full energy in a matter of moments, already excitedly gushing once more after his brief melancholy.

“Fantastic, we’ll shower up, meet outside, then head on over,” she moved to her tog bag, already picking it up.

“Great! It’s a date-” the words caught in Ryuji’s throat and his eyes went wide. “I-I m-mean not a date! N-not a date! I was just…it was just…it slipped out and…I d-don’t mean a date! I just mean a…uh…a-”

Why did he have to make torturing him so fun? Was she bad for enjoying this (a little, maybe)?

“You can call it a date Ryuji, we’ll discuss the particulars over ramen,” she let him sweat a bit before giving him a half-smile as she passed him by, one hand reaching out to lightly brush his own, watching with satisfaction as his face remained blank, gears turning in his head, as a blush began to slowly spread from his cheeks across his entire face.

He. Had. A. Date.

“YES! Uh…s-sorry! Yes! I’m…particulars and ramen…sounds good! I’m just gonna…gonna go…uh…ramen then shower…and we can…discuss the uh…the particulars of the…the…date!” He babbled as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, trying his best to stop a massive grin from dominating his face, but failing horribly.

It was cute.

So cute that Makoto couldn’t help but briefly lift on her toes, and put a kiss on his cheek. That was what people did in these situations, right?

“Okaybyetalkinabit,” she babbled and hurried off for the showers, face crimson.

Behind her Ryuji remained there, frozen for a good few minutes, as the reality of what had happened slowly, slowly, sank in. When it finally did he opened his mouth and-

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The resultant outburst of ‘Yeah!’ was so loud he was, kindly, asked to leave the premises for disturbing the other clients. Makoto surmised this would not be the last time in their relationship the two were asked to leave the premises of some or other facility.

#persona 5 #p5 #makoto niijima #niijima makoto #makoto #ryuji sakamoto #sakamoto ryuji #ryuji #ryukoto #ryukoto week #RyuKotoWeek2020 #fanfiction #day 2 #athletics

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collectingsparechangemadeeasy1 · 5 years ago

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Lucky Charms Week Day 4. Good-Bad Luck. My friend on Discord made the art, I wrote the ficlet!

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Qrow growled, glaring at the flight board. Another goddamn delay. Just his luck. The universe must have an extra strong hate boner for him today. Fucking. Perfect.

“You on flight 713 too?” a deep friendly voice spoke from next to him. Qrow turned to look at the asshole who dared to speak to him right now, only to be blindsided by the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen. Like. WOW. He had beautiful teal eyes, warm and inviting, Qrow was almost scared he’d get lost if he looked into them for too long. And good god his fucking ARMS. How the hell had he not been stopped at the gate for those guns? And his smile….wait. Shit he was smiling at him! Say something Branwen!

“Uh…” he couldn’t look at the man any more, not if he wanted a chance of this blush going away. So he turned back to the flight board. “Yeah. I mean first it’s delayed a few minutes, now it’s five hours. I’ve gotta wait even longer now.”

“Well,” the handsome stranger said, his voice smoother than silk, “it would be pretty boring to wait by yourself. I know one of the food places here has good coffee. Would you like to join me?”

Just when Qrow thought his blush couldn’t get any worse. He stole a glance at the man next to him. Tone, tan, fit and ready, and an adorably hopeful look in his eyes. Now how could he, in good conscience, deny him?

Qrow offered the man a soft shy smile, “Heh...sure.”

He followed the mysterious stranger to a little food place not too far from their gate. They grabbed their coffee, Qrow also got a cookie because he was worth it, and they sat at a nearby empty booth. They were quiet for the most part, simply sipping coffee and listening to the bustle of people around them.

“So stranger,” the brunette man said at long last, “what’s your name?”

Oh yeah, a name was probably a good thing to tell someone when you meet them isn’t it? “My name’s Qrow, how about you hot stuff?” God did he really just call this guy “hot stuff” ugh, why? Why was he so awkward?

The man chuckled, “I’m Clover, Clover Ebi. Nice to meet you Qrow.” he offered his hand out for Qrow to shake. Qrow only hesitated a moment before he took Clover's hand in his. Good god this guy had really soft hands. But like a leathery kind of soft, the kind of soft that said “I’ve lived and worked with these hands, but I will take care of you with the utmost care and tenderness” It was magical.

“So Clover.” Qrow began after managing to tear his hand away from Clovers warm grip, “What brings you to the airport?” Brothers that sounded awkward.

“Oh I’m moving.” Clover said, taking a sip of his coffee. He had really pretty lips, Qrow wondered what they might feel like against him. Wait. No. Bad Qrow. Bad. For all you know this guy could be a psycho killer! Or a stalker! Or he could be color blind! How untrustworthy is that?

“Really? Where from?” was that too intrusive? He hoped not.

“Atlas. I’m moving to Vale to teach english at Beacon Academy.” Clover gave him an easy smile, not seeminging to be bothered by the amount of information he was giving out to a stranger. Actually, did he say Beacon Academy?

“No fucking way.” Qrow breathed through a chuckle.

“What?” Clover asked with a cute tilt of his head. Aww! He was like a big puppy! Stay on track Branwen.

“It’s just...I work there. I’m the current english. Or well, one of them.” he snorted into his cup as he took a sip. “What are the odds huh?” When Clover didn’t say anything Qrow glanced at him. Oh lord, he had a megawatt grin plastered on his face and his eyes were lit up like a christmas tree. Qrow shot him a confused smile. “What?”

“I’m just excited to meet a coworker already. At least I won’t be surrounded by total strangers now.” Clover beamed, chuckling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know anyone in Vale. All my family is in Atlas, so guess I’m just excited to have at least one friend.”

Qrow smirked at him, “Who said we were friends? You don’t know me.” he teased, swirling his coffee with his hand.

“Well I would like to get to know you. We have a few hours to kill after all.” Clover smirked back, resting his chin in his palm. Was….was this guy smouldering him? Holy shit, this guy was smouldering him!

“Good for you I know a few ways to spend a few hours in an airport.” Qrow said in a low voice, tilting his head just so and taking a deliberately slow sip of his coffee. Or he would have. But he kind of missed his mouth and his nose instead, in his surprise his hand slipped and dropped the cup. Well, at least he had packed extra clothes just in case.

“That,” he said, wiping the coffee off him with some napkins Clover handed him, “was not supposed to happen.” This earned him a snort from Clover. A snort that turned into giggling, and soon he was all out laughing. It was a face buried in his arms, shoulders shaking with mirth, probably crying, kind of laughter.

“Ya know. It wasn’t that funny.” he grumbled, though the smile pushing its way onto his face betrayed his true feelings.

Clover eventually calmed from his laugh attack. After two failed attempts that is, he kept looking at Qrow and bursting out laughing again. Qrow couldn’t help but join in with the merriment. If you can’t laugh at the little things right? When they were both properly calmed, they took their little talk to the seats by their gate. They spent the next few hours simply talking. Qrow told Clover about Vale and about the Academy, making sure to warn him about the...rather eclectic teachers. Clover told Qrow about Atlas and why he chose to move to Vale. It was...nice, to just chat with someone for so long. Time just seemed to fly with Clover, seriously, because before either of them knew it their flight was there.

“Where are you sitting?” Clover asked, as they waited for their respective groups to be called onto the plane.

“Group b, seat 7b.” Qrow replied.

“Well lucky you then.” Clover grinned, “I’m group b, seat 7a.”

Yeah, lucky him indeed, he thought grinning right back at the man he didn’t know would be his future husband.

#rwby #qrow branwen #clover ebi #lucky charms week #luckycharms #lucky charms week day 4 #fair game

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celticheartedfangirl · 5 years ago

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My OUAT Rewatch -- S6E13 -- Ill-Boding Patterns

Link to Rewatch Review and Ranking archive

Can you say STARVED FOR CONTENT?????

I have some issues with this episode, which I will discuss under the cut (most of them have to do with characters that have nothing to do with the two people pictured above) but overall it was fairly decent. And as I said before -- the bar is LOW at this point, so anything that doesn’t make me scream and want to stab things already gets bonus points. In this case, literally.

So this is a Rumple centric -- when was the last one we had? I think it was Devil’s Due which was a YEAR AGO in real time viewing. This effing show, I swear . . . . . . .

Anyhow, as far as Rumple centrics go, this was decent.

I know that A LOT of people -- including Rumbellers and Dearies -- screamed “RETCON!!!” at this episode.

I was not one of those people. As much as I bitch about the chronology and timeline of this series, trust me, if I saw a retcon I’d be yelling it from the rooftops here.

I did NOT see a retcon. Based on the chronology, I can totally see, in the early days of Rumple’s Dark One life, Bae trying to protect his dad and Rumple erasing his memory to protect his kid. NO it doesn’t damage the character of Baelfire, GTFO. He had NO MEMORY of this, how could it damage him? The only nit I have to pick regarding the flashbacks is I don’t think Rumple would be THAT sparkly at this point.

Also I recall several people (again -- RUMBELLERS AND DEARIES!!!) disparaging this actor, this young man playing Baelfire.

I’d kindly like to ask those people to please sit down and STFU. This is a CHILD. No it’s not the same as Dylan, but Dylan has aged out of the role at this point. This young boy did a decent job of playing Baelfire. That had to be a difficult thing as a KID to come into an established role 6 years after the fact. Bobby praised him. Anyone who said nasty things about him needs to look at their life choices. And if you resemble that remark, yes I mean YOU.

2017 me agrees with today me:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158607111632/the-boy-playing-baelfire-is-doing-a-good-job

So there’s that. Let’s get more nits out of the way . . . .

First, there’s Kitsis who wanted to remind us in an interview before this episode aired that Rumple is a good dad. Hey shithead, we KNOW THIS! 2017 me:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158496759107/rumplestiltskin-has-always-been-a-good-father

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158608482017/rumple-is-seriously-such-a-wonderful-papa

This episode hit a ratings low. Which is sad because it was a decent episode. But here’s 2017 me explaining this:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158629719377/oh-baby-lets-do-the-8-dance-cause-those-were

Also, why was Hook in this episode? No seriously, WHY? I mean, he served no purpose. Not that this is new, he NEVER serves a purpose, but his whole thing this episode was moping around cause he killed his girlfriend’s granddad and doesn’t want her to find out. And then he goes to Archie -- ARCHIE -- who sits there coddling him and telling him how amazing he is.

ARCHIE.

That guy. The one being tortured. BY HOOK.

Did we ever see Hook apologize for this? Cause I’m gonna be like the CS fans who had little snits every time anyone not in their Hook bubble commented on something negative about Hook that Colin said at a con:

LINKS OR IT NEVER HAPPENED!!!!!

So . . . links?

*crickets*

No pun intended.

Speaking of CS fans . . . .

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158610021212/im-watching-the-captain-yawn-fans-melt-down-over

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158609437452/pinchtheprincess-ishtarelisheba-awww-there

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158609713432/bless

Also remember the ABC Hook Advisory Board that banned me? Heh.

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158625703117/im-almost-positive-now-that-abc-has-purged-the

The Gideon and Rumple scenes were wonderful. But should Belle -- you know -- be INVOLVED in this, since it was HER ACTION that started it all in motion?

Yup, me, a “Belle hater,” complaining that Belle is being shunted by the show. Again. Just saying . . . . .

Also . . . . regarding Belle and the hug scene -- it would have been nice had it not been for THIS BULLSHIT RIGHT HERE:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158608556822/what-the-actual-fuck-is-she-talking-about

Do we have a running tally of how many times Belle said “For the first time” to Rumple? Because if the number is more than ONE (it is), this is some shitty writing, AND it also implies that these two had no real relationship at ALL because they didn’t have any real conversations. THIS is why I hate these fucking writers.

Lastly, I want to comment on Snowing. Namely, they weren’t IN this episode.

Eddy Kitsis (its ALWAYS him) stated early in the season that S6 was going to be the “year of Snowing” and . . . . . for about 8 episodes, one of them is in a sleeping curse so they can’t even be in scenes together, and now they’ve just flat out been taken out of an episode. In the YEAR OF SNOWING. So yeah. These writers suck.

Here have some fun flashback posts on Kitsowitz fuckery and why their show is TANKING at this point:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158661686892/can-you-even-conceive-of-the-magnitude-of

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/158644277207/so-heres-some-fun-stuff-for-you

Points tally:

40 points to start

15 points for Rumple centric

10 points for Rumbelle hug

10 points for Papafire

10 points deducted for Zelena and Hook

5 points for in character Rumple

25 bonus points for this one just because I think it is deserved and not even deducting for the Hook shit because we have 3 episodes of Hook shit to look forward to that I will have PLENTY to deduct from.

Total points: 95

Follow #celtichearted OUAT ranking tag for more to come!

#celtichearted ouat ranking #ill boding patterns #anti hook #anti cs fans #anti ouat writers

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wheremytwinwatches · 5 years ago

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 4

Tephi: Okay, guys, it's that episode. And, as I told Ranubis, I would like to speak for my discipline and say that we do not condone Tucker's actions. #not all biologists (You know what, it's really hard to try to be funny after reading this recap, so I'm going to stop.) Onwards with Brotherhood! Last time the Elric Brothers revealed a corrupt priest, and now they’re going to report to Colonel Roy Mustang. And learn about bio-alchemy, according to the last post-credits? Let’s get to it!

We get the Narrator recapping last episode, and he says the priest used alchemy and… ‘a’ Philosopher’s Stone? Wait wait wait, what? He had the real thing? ...that raises many questions, some of which I asked last time. I’ll just keep watching to see if I get some answers this go-around. Ok, never mind then. Should have waited a few more seconds until the Narrator said “revealed to be a fake.” Episode 04: “An Alchemist’s Anguish” Well that’s not an ominous title at all. Late at night in Central (is that the town’s name, or just the keep?) with a freaking-huge moon taking up most of the screen. A State Alchemist is walking along a street and good Leto man, what is going on with your mustache?! Hold on, have to take a screenshot.

What, did you strap a boomerang to your face? How much mustache wax do you use to make those razor-sharp points? Really now, that’s just excessive. Ahem. Anyways, Mr. Mustache comes to a stop and grunts. He sees someone? [Scar] “You are Basque Grand, the Iron Blood Alchemist… correct?” Huh. So we’ve got a name for Mister Mustache, but given how we’ve never seen him before, and someone apparently named “Scar” is confronting him at night… taking all bets folks, how long is the Fresh Meat going to last? My money’s on him bowing out in under a minute. Waitaminute, I recognize you from the intro! Your sunglasses don’t fool me, you’re that guy with the white X scar on his face! Appropriate name, I guess. He says Alchemists who have turned against God shall be punished. Another Leto follower? So Basque recognizes him as a “bloodthirsty murderer” who’s been targeting State Alchemists lately… which implies that he’s faced multiple Alchemists, and is here to tell the tale. Uh, Basque? Buddy? You think you might want to call for some backup against someone who’s faced a bunch of… nah, nevermind. You go ahead and equip your engraved gauntlets, I’m sure you can handle it. Ooh, nice power! Punch the ground and summon a bunch of cannons. How effective is it? Not at all! Some chains! The same. Stick him in a vault? Maybe- oh come on dude. “That wasn’t so difficult”? You’re just asking for it now. Yup, grabbed by the face. “Now you perish.” And oh jeez that face-zapping was uncalled for… and right past the minute mark. Seriously, that “battle” went from timestamp 2:54 to 3:54. I think Scar’s credentials have been established. Hey, I know that voice! And THAT voice too! Good to see you guys again, Hughes and Armstrong! And… oh dear. Hughes warned Armstrong to be careful, that he could be the next target, and The Mighty Armstrong… just said “Understood.” No bravado, no boasting, just business. This is serious, isn’t it? Fuhrer Bradley/Fury arrives at the scene, and every Alchemist immediately salutes. Fury looks over the scene, and authorizes Hughes as the officer in charge of the case any additional personnel he needs to track down the traitor. The next day at Central, Riza’s doing paperwork and hands something to a Lieutenant Breda, and ooh a cast of unique characters sitting at a table? Breda gripes about the Colonel letting work pile up, asks for Havoc to help but the blond guy says he’s got enough already. Then [Falman] identifies some guy in the paperwork as a crooked State Alchemist that the Elrics exposed. Messing with a radio is a little guy with glasses, Master Sergeant… aw come on, really? *Sigh* Guess I have to give up on Fuhrer Fury, since we’ve got this little guy named Fuery now. Way to ruin the joke, dude. Anyways, Fuery’s saying he’ll probably have to replace the radio’s receiver… when a familiar white glove in a red sleeve reaches into frame and touches the radio, leaving it good as new. Man, Alchemy sure is handy. Good to see you guys! Now hurry up, the Colonel’s expecting you, and wipe that grimace off your face. Congrats on the Liore incident are in order, although Ed gripes that he didn’t do it for them. And the stone ended up being fake, but Cornello still got power from it. How does that work? Neither brother knows much about the field of bio-alchemy. Roy recommends they consult a specialist, pulls a file on The Sewing Life Alchemist, Shou Tucker, who’s done research into chimera transmutation. Well that’s nice of- for Leto’s sake Ed, stop ranting at your boss. He is your boss, remember? But Roy insists he’s trying to repay them for the Liore case, as “doing you a favor is better than being indebted to you.” Panning across the city now, Roy talking about how two years ago Tucker transmuted a chimera that could understand human speech, earning his certification as a State Alchemist. So it could talk? Huh, interesting. I assumed chimeras were brute-force creatures like the one Cornello used. But bio-alchemy can create communication-capable creatures? Not sure what to think about the ramifications- Oh what the hell. Concerns multiplied. “It only said one thing: ‘I want to die.’” And then it refused to eat until it got its wish. Um. Ok. I am now rather suspicious of bio-alchemy. Standard alchemy that we’ve seen has mostly been similar to basic magic or elemental control. But creating a communicative creature that wishes only for death? That sounds more like the thing a State Alchemist would be sent after to shut down, not say “Nice job, here’s a badge!” Alright, moving on. The Elrics and Roy are at a house now, Ed’s remarking on how big it is- Dog! Giant dog just glomped Ed, Al’s all worried about his big brother who’s stuck under a cheerful dog. Then the door opens? A little girl (Nina) tells her father there are people outside, he gently reminds her this was why she needed to keep the dog tied up. Heh. Inside, the camera’s panning over a bunch of dusty books and scrolls, and some very… used dishes in a sink. Tucker apologizes for the mess, ever since his wife… “ran out”? What’s the story there? Tucker fixes some tea, says that he’s pleased to meet Edward. And he’s more than happy to show his research. However, he does ask that if he’s showing some of his tricks, that Ed could show some as well. “It’s the code we live by - equivalent exchange.” EEC: 7 Outside, Nina’s playing with the dog, braids it a headband of flowers. Daw, that’s cute. Bit of a contrast with the inside, as it seems Ed’s told Tucker the story of their attempted Human Transmutation. Which begs the question, if Human Transmutation is taboo, what makes bio-alchemy different? In any case, Tucker lets the Elrics take a look at his laboratory- gah! Head in jar! Cerberus creature! Lots of other creepy stuff in jars! Guh, I’m not a big fan of biology, sorry. Tucker’s apologizing, saying he’s regarded as an authority on chimeras, but it hasn’t been going well that lately. What does that mean? They move on, reaching Tucker’s library and forget the creepy lab I wanna be there now. Look at all those books! The brothers dive into reading, and Roy says he’ll head back to work and have someone pick them up in the evening. But Ed doesn’t even hear Roy he’s so focused in the book. Tucker chuckles that they don’t even know they’re there anymore… Um, Tucker? What’s with the glasses push and grin? Like, you smiled in the lab at one point and I didn’t mention it, but now here’s a second smile and a glasses-push? Really getting some Bad Scientist vibes here. What’s going on? Uh, ok. Moving on, it’s later and Ed’s surrounded by piles of books now. Al’s over by a shelf with his own and- hey, it’s Nina! The little girl just poked her head around the aisle to look at the giant suit of armor, runs off when Al notices her. Then pokes her head back around to [Playful Music]. Ed breaks out his studies at hearing [childlike laughter], walks over to see Al giving Nina a piggyback ride. Daw. But of course Ed has to be a grump, yell at Al for playing horsie instead of- Dog! And Nina says Alexander wants to play too. Ed enters Dramatic Mode, saying that the dog’s bested him twice, but no more! And Ed races after the “mangy mutt”, while Nina just laughs. Late afternoon now, Havoc is telling the “chief” his ride has arrived. Ah, Havoc was sent to pick the brothers up. And looks like Ed wasn’t very successful against Alexander, he’s down for the count again. Havoc’s walking the boys out now, passes on a message to Tucker that “Assessment Day is coming soon”. What’s that? And why was Tucker so serious when he said that he knew? I’m guessing it’s like a checkup exam for SAs, to renew their certification. *Sigh* Look, Tucker? I’m getting a lot of mixed signals from you. First you made a creature that wished for death, but then you were a kind father, then you smirked and did a Glasses Push, then you made a dog pun, but now you’re all serious about “Assessment Day” and clutching the door handles? I’m not sure what I’m supposed to think about you. Nina asks what “Assessment Day” means, Tucker confirms SAs have to do a research report once a year to keep their certification. Last year Tucker didn’t get a very good evaluation, and unless he does something really impressive this year he won’t be a State Alchemist anymore. Nina proclaims that Tucker will do great, with how much he studies. But Tucker just [laughs nervously], says that he’ll try hard… ‘Or we’ll be left with nothing… again.’ Bad feelings keep gathering. Not sure what’s happening. [Sentimental Music] the next day, the Elrics are back and studying. Al’s talking with Nina about her mother, who left two years ago to live at her parents’ house. Why’d she leave? I mean, Tucker said she “ran off”, did they have an argument? Assuming about his studies or something, not sure why though. She was clearly with him long enough to have a child who I’m fairly certain is much older than two, so she would have been around for all the bio-alchemy. So what caused the split? Al remarks that it must be lonely, the two of them in a big house. But Nina’s happy with her daddy and Alexander. Although Tucker’s been studying in the lab all the time lately. Cramming for his exam? Ooh, flashback! Baby!Elric Brothers looking through a door - hey, I know that hair! That’s that blond ponytail guy from the intro, can’t see his face to confirm the beard but I recognize the ponytail! So he’s the absent Elric father? What’s his story? Ed just shut his book? Oh, good for you! He claims his shoulders are stiff, and when Al suggests he move around some Al goes and challenges Alexander again. Daw, props to you Ed, putting aside studies for Nina. That’s really nice of you. As [Goofy Happy Piano] music plays, Ed runs around with Nina chasing him on Alexander. But then he turns the tables, transmuting his arm into a sharp-toothed puppet (complete with the little spring of blond hair) as he chases them! Al serves as a slide for Nina, Alexander gets the drop on poor Ed again… lots of happiness and laughter outside. But inside… Tucker’s sitting at a table, head in his hands. What’s wrong? Why are you so worried about Assessment Day? You’ve done it before, right? And you’ve been studying like crazy. So what’s the problem? Back in Central, Hughes is wondering about Scar, why he’s targeting State Alchemists instead of easier targets like the military police. Armstrong thinks that the fact they’re State Alchemists is the reason he’s attacking them. But for what reason? Their pay, their status? Or failure to uphold their creed: “Alchemist, be thou for the people.” A concern that alchemists are supposed to be pillars of science and truth but are turning into weapons for the military. And there are many people who have not forgotten the role of State Alchemists in the Ishvalan Civil War. There’s Ishvale again, another mention of this mysterious conflict prior to the show. What’s the story there? It’s been mentioned so often I know it’s gotta come up soon, but right now I know next to nothing about it. What was the deal? An orderly interrupts the conversation, reports that a man with a large scar on his face was seen the night before at the train station. So he got away? Later that day, [Melancholy Music] at Tucker’s house, where he’s telling the Elrics about life before his State Alchemist certification. The family was poor, Mrs. Tucker couldn’t stand living like that, and we’ve got a picture of Tucker and the wife yelling at eachother while Nina cowers behind Alexander. Jeez. Tucker’s saying he can’t afford to fail the examination. Hmm, maybe you could ask the Elrics for help? I mean, they’re crazy-good at alchemy, I’m sure they could help with your studying. Or maybe take up Nina’s offer of her and Alexander growling at the test-givers until they say yes. Aw, Tucker just offered to play with Nina the next day. Yeah, there you go, spend some time with Nina, then study with the Elrics until you’re ready! The next day… it’s really cloudy. Why is it cloudy? Oh no. No no no. Do not do this to me, show. You do NOT make things go bad when they were so cute earlier. Do NOT do this. Ok, so what’s going to happen? Doorbell’s ringing, but no-one is answering. Al opened the door, called for Mr. Tucker, but nothing. Al and Ed are walking through the house, calling for Tucker and Nina, but nothing. And I mean nothing, there isn’t even any music playing right now. Door opens to to what no nonono nonononononononononono tucker is kneeling in front of something something with dog paws and long brown hair what did you do what the FUCK did you do “I did it boys. I finally did it.” A chimera that understand human speech. Ed. Al. What the hell are you both doing just standing there. Do you seriously not realize what’s going on. Do you realize where Nina Nina The thing is just repeating “That person… Ed… ward.” I don’t want to see this. “Big Brother Ed.” And the penny drops. Ed asks when Tucker first got his certification. He confirms it was two years ago. And his wife “left” two years ago too. Oh, don’t you act so surprised that Ed figured it out so quickly, you bastard! Ed, kick his teeth in! Did… did you really just say “this is how we progress” in regards to transmuting your dog and your own daughter to make this creature?! To maintain your fucking CERTIFICATION?! Human experimentation as a necessary process? For WHAT?! You’re comparing yourself to Edward, saying you’re the same? Far from it! He made a mistake trying to bring back a family member! You’ve used yours to get paid! Al just grabbed Ed’s arm, said that if he keeps the beating up that Tucker would die. I am really, really having a hard time seeing that as a bad thing right now. Oh. “Edward… no.” Not in front of his daughter. “Daddy, do you… hurt? Daddy?” I can’t. Al’s apologizing to… the chimera. Saying that with all their power, they can’t change Nina back. The chimera just asks if they can play. And Tucker just rants about how he “passed.” Riza and Roy are discussing the case. Ed and All are sitting on the steps outside of Central in the rain. Roy tells the Elrics that they are likely to see more cases like this in the future. And have to get their hands dirty. Then he asks if they’re going to shut down like this every time. Ed says that them being called dogs of the military, cursed as devils… it doesn’t matter, they’re still going to get their bodies back. They’re not devils. They’re not gods. They’re only human. They can’t… “even do anything to save one innocent little girl. So what good are we then?” … In a room, the chimera and Tucker are facing each other. Tucker is whining about how “no one’s capable of understanding me.” And then someone enters the room. It’s Scar. “You’re Shou Tucker, correct?” … … ...do it. But the chimera saw it. Scar walks towards the chimera. “God… hear me. Two human souls have just been returned to you. Please accept them into your loving arms. Please grant these poor, lost souls everlasting peace and salvation.” ...credits. “The rain pours down in East City. Still grief-stricken over the death of Nina, Ed and Al are attacked by the mysterious man, Scar. In a moment of crisis, Ed must make a desperate decision, while the life of his brother hangs in the balance. Next time, on Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood-” Episode 05: Rain of Sorrows”

#where my twin watches #wmtw #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 4

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rileyrooin · 5 years ago

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R&L Live: Detroit

This jumps around and I discussed the show a bit more than in other recaps because there are moments from it that I want to remember. I recognize that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to attend shows and afford VIP tickets. If you aren't interested in reading, or if you want to send me nasty messages about this, I encourage you to just scroll on by instead. As always, please do not repost my pictures without permission.

I attended this show with Mr. Rooin, and two of my friends, R (my BFF) and B. R and B (heh) are both GMM fans. It would be the first time either of them has seen the guys live.

The Show

Britton opened the show. The crowd in Detroit loved him and he really fed off its energy. During the merch song, he started giggling mid-song because we were all laughing about the lyrics; his giggles made the crowd laugh more and he had to stop playing for a minute to compose himself. It was very cute. I cannot wait for him to put out an album. There are several of his songs that have been stuck in my head since the show.

After a brief intermission, Rhett and Link came out on stage. I expected to have a good view since our seats were in the front row, but I guess I didn’t really think about just how close they would both be to me (but especially Rhett). But, suddenly, there he was right in front of me.

As they settled in to begin the show, Rhett scanned the crowd, taking it all in. His eyes briefly met mine when he did so, but he continued to scan and then, unexpectedly, his attention came back to my face. My poor heart just about leaped out of my chest when he shot a small smile at me. I thought I must be imagining it, but once he broke eye contact, R elbowed me and whispered, “Did Rhett just recognize you?” I shrugged and tried to concentrate on their opening banter about the meaning of the name Detroit.

I'm going to share some highlights because no one needs a play-by-play of every moment of the concert:

Tokyo came early that night. Of course, even after Rhett told the crowd that he would do it one time only, there were people who thought they would be cute and continue to shout it and other garbled nonsense (including someone pretending to be CCR). This led to sassy, sarcastic Link making fun of people shouting stuff. Rhett got a bit grumpy at one point and gave the crowd a stern dad expression. I didn't capture either of these moments on camera, but they were hilariously in character.

The setlist was basically the same as the Columbus show, but with fewer songs. We didn't get “Water Dispensing Tab” or any of the other songs they've been subbing in for it in other shows. I feel like something else was removed, but I'm not sure what. I love all of their new songs. I wish they'd release them so people who can't attend the shows could hear them, as well.

At the venue, on either side of the stage, stand two huge knights set into niches in the wall. One of the running themes of that night's banter was Rhett wanting the knights to come to life. He had an elaborate ritual he wanted the room to perform to bring the knights to life that included hissing like a cat, other strange noises, and some voguing. When that didn't work, they moved on, but came back to the topic several times throughout the show. My favorite one was before “Middle School Girlfriend.” Rhett suggested that perhaps if Link played all three of his recorders at once, the knights would come to life. Much like the escaping a simulation handholding from Ear Biscuits, Link was game to give it a try. So, Rhett offered to hold his third recorder for him. The moment was funny, but I was focused on the extreme softness in Rhett’s eyes as he helped Link. The photos don’t begin to do it justice.

After the recorders failed to bring the knights to life, Link tried to steer the conversation back to “Middle School Girlfriend” banter by saying, “This is not unlike what my first kiss looked like.” Rhett was seemingly disinterested in returning to his stool/mic, so he leaned forward to speak into Link’s. Link pushed him away and said, “Get… Get your face outta my mic!”

Throughout the entire show, I kept having to tell myself to stop staring at him. My attempts at having some level of chill were continuously destroyed by Mr. I'm Going to Make Eye Contact Unexpectedly throughout the concert. It sounds foolish, but even though I was in a venue with so many other people, there were moments where watching him play the piano and guitar from that close felt incredibly intimate. But, maybe that's just my crush talking.

The rap section of the show was highly entertaining yet again. Their enthusiasm and excitement during it is so much fun to watch.

During “It's My Belly Button,” he was so close: that cute belly on display right in front of me as he dad danced his heart out.

During one chorus, when he got to the “something I want to show to you" line, he pointed at me. R grabbed my arm and hissed, “Dude, he fucking loves you.” (n.b. This all sounds like wishful thinking from a ridiculous fangirl, but I swear it's true. I harbor no delusions that there was some secret message in his actions. I know it meant nothing; he was simply playing up the moment for a reaction. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the attention, though.)

Meet and Greet

After the show, we were quickly ushered into a long line that wrapped down the side and around the back of the theater. I used the opportunity to run to the bathroom to freshen up the best I could. My group and I hung out in the line while I proceeded to try to calm my anxiety about talking to them again. One of the things that helped me with this was the soothing sound of Rhett's laughter echoing in the large space. Another thing that helped was watching how amazing they are with all of the fans they meet. From kneeling down to meet children to really focusing their attention on each person they chatted with, it's clear that every interaction is important to them. I know I've said it before, but we love some seriously great guys, y'all.

Prior to the show, I’d talked to Mr. Rooin about how I really wanted to have a nice picture of me hugging Rhett. Ever the patient and understanding one, he offered to hang back while R and I talked to the guys so he could attempt to get that picture on his phone (since Gary would have mine). (Spoiler: he got the picture and it might be my current phone lock screen.)

The line moved quickly (the meet and greet time goes by so fast), so it wasn’t long until it was our turn. R went ahead of me and introduced herself to Link, shaking his hand as she did so. As R moved on to shake Rhett's hand, Link's attention shifted to me over her shoulder. I smiled at him, once again blown away by how blue and intense his eyes are in person. I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but before I could, he welcomed me into a hug and said, “Good to see you again.” He patted my back like the last time, but held the hug for a couple seconds. “How've you been?”

“Good. Better now, though,” I answered as we broke apart. He grinned at me and I felt my heart melt a little bit. And then I turned to my left and into the open arms of the bearded one. He patted my back twice and I squeezed him tightly. He held the hug for a moment, holding me against him, and I probably clung onto the hug for a few seconds longer than I should have. I couldn’t help it; his hugs feel so damn good.

As I stepped back, I realized Link was talking to me again. “It's been awhile.”

“Well, only since April.” In my mind, I was thinking: Why am I getting sassy with Link?

Rhett said something in reply that made my whole face flush and caused my brain to shut down. I looked to Link for rescue. He simply laughed at my reaction, so I laughed with him while my mind was chanting wtf wtf wtf.

Then, Rhett said, “Okay, step up here for the picture. Where do you two want to be?” R, who is the extrovert between us, had fallen totally speechless in their presence. She's a Link girl, so even though logistically she should have been on Rhett's side based on where she was standing when he asked the question, I slid between them so she would be next to Link. (And, yes, so I could be next to Rhett.) As I put my arm around Rhett's waist, I glanced up at him and he was smirking away. I'm sure my crush is terribly obvious to him, but… meh, what are you gonna do? Gary took the picture while I tried to take in the moment and how it felt to have his body pressed so close to mine with his hand on my shoulder. After that R did a solo picture with the guys. She finally found her voice to ask for hugs before she left and they obliged.

I did an individual photo with them and then, my meet and greet time was nearly done. I handed Rhett the letter I'd written them and stammered out an explanation about how I hoped they would read it later. He smiled kindly and then passed it back to me to give to Jenna. I hung around watching while B and Mr. Rooin met them. Finally, we got our posters/bags from Jenna, Lily, and Lincoln. I talked to Britton for a minute before we made our way out and took a picture with him this time. I almost made it out of the theater before I teared up. Almost.

I feel very fortunate and grateful that their shows have been in locations close to me. Years ago, when I discovered these two and became a fan, I never expected that I would have the opportunity to meet them once, let alone three times. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be someone they would recognize on sight. I heard them say similar things to other fans who they'd met before. It's comforting to know that even though there are millions of fans out there, they see us.

#riley's ramblings #meet and greet #smitten kitten #i love two (2) men #i am a walking awkward situation #rhett and link live #randl live detroit

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snellyboi · 5 years ago

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Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears the Crown

The world has been changing for Glimmer.

words:1848 Summary: A day in the life of Glimmer, queen of Bright Moon Warnings: I don’t wanna start any shipping wars, but I do a lot of Glimmadora stuff, so be warned. (If you stan Catradora, I have something interesting coming up soon)

Also dumb 80s names for some OCs because c’mon, if we can have castaspella, we can have some dumb names.

Glimmer groaned and gently rose out of bed. She got on her royal garments, took her scepter, and walked heavily to the throne room. No time for breakfast this morning. There were important things to discuss. Of course, not just about the war. But that was definitely the thing on everyone’s mind. Especially after last night.

“They...they were everywhere!” Perfuma was speaking through tears, openly sobbing into Mermista’s shoulder at the war table. Glimmer furrowed her brow.

“What were they in Plumeria for?”

“I have no clue...someone mentioned a monastery of some kind?”

“We need to strike them back!” Frosta said, slamming the table. “I say we find every horde soldier we can and SMASH ‘em!”

“Frosta, we need to address this more delica-” Glimmer stopped. She sounded just like her mother. “...we need to approach this with caution. If they found what they needed, it might have been something important for us. We have to be able to get it back, whatever it was.”

“True.” Mermista said, supportively and warmly patting Perfuma’s back. “It’s okay, bud...you’re safe.”

Plumeria had been invaded by the Horde.

Granted, it was a very small portion, around the edge of its border, actually, but it was still a notable event. It proved that they were regrouped enough to mount such an attack, and so deep into Rebel territory? But such a specific location...they had to be searching for something.

“We’ll look into it further, Perfuma, I promise.” Perfuma nodded, sniffling.

“Thank you.”

“Now, onto the next order of business.” She said. “Namely, the problem with troops, or the lack thereof.” She heaved a sigh. “We’re running a tad low on personnel, even for Rebellion standards.”

“Well what’re we supposed to do?” Mermista asked, “Get a bunch of people to wanna do it or something?”

“Well, a recruitment effort here and there would be nice.” Glimmer said. “It’s just that...we’re gonna need a lot more resources if the Horde is regrouping so quickly.” “Oh! We could make fancy posters and things!” Adora said. “Back at the horde, we had these neat poster things that said ‘enlist’ and ‘obey’ and stuff.”

“We just need to get people interested. This isn’t the old rebellion, it’s a lot stronger.” Frosta said. “At least...i think it is. Was the old one not great?”

“There’s a new one for a reason, y’know.” Mermista rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Hey, you don’t have to be mean about it!”

“I wasn’t being mean!”

“You two,” Perfuma said, “Stop fighting!”

“I don’t need to sto-”

“That’s ENOUGH!” Glimmer said, losing her temper. A group of gawking faces looked at her. She heaved in a breath. “...Adora.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll be in charge of recruitment...if people will fight for anything, they’ll fight for the She-Ra.” She said. “That’s significant. Especially since you’re on our side.”

The rest of the princesses looked. “If more people knew that you were here, Adora,” Perfuma smiled, “They’d be more willing to fight for the rebellion.”

“...I mean, I can’t, like, Draw? But I can go around and do...speeches or something.”

“Great!” Glimmer tried to move things along. “Then it’s settled. So...other than that, and the battle reports covered earlier, we’re good for today. You all have safe travels, and don’t hesitate to let me know of any issues.” Glimmer got up, and walked silently back to the throne room. Adora followed her.

“Heh, got ‘em pretty scared with that shouting, huh? In all seriousness, are you alri-”

“Adora, I-” She sighed. “I have a meeting that I’m late for. I need to go. I’ll catch you later, okay?” She smiled warmly up at Adora, hugged her swiftly and tightly, and walked into the throne room.

Adora stared at the closing doors. “...sure.” -

“My queen, the coffers are luckily full enough to launch another building program.” A meeting with her financial advisor, Finara, and her political advisor, Legista, were all there, fronting ideas. “May I suggest a new building for the castle’s staff? The current one is rather old.”

“We could build them another building, yeah...why don’t we have someone draw up some plans? Make it nice, too.” She smiled.

“And what of the new tariffs?” Legista asked. “Surely the people of Salineas will find another source for gold Silk?”

“Mermista has already agreed to it, and it’s such a specialty item that the people who need it will pay anything for it. The tariff stays. We need that money.” Glimmer hated this part of the job. Lofty, big decisions. She missed the action, and the romance of the soldier’s life. She missed adventures with Seahawk, and hanging out with Bow, and she especially missed hugging Adora and cuddling her for hours, running her hands through her long, blonde hair as she-...she shook her head.

“Anything else?”

“Nothing comes to mind, your majesty.” The advisors left...she now had her open court. Citizens could voice concerns at their will. It took ages sometimes, but this was mostly just ‘we welcome the new queen’ stuff. Then one couple came in.

“We want your majesty’s blessing for our marriage!”

“Pardon?”

“Your blessing!” The woman looked up. “I love him dearly, but his father doesn’t want him marrying someone from my family, so-”

“I…” The queens blessing was for, usually, royalty. She walked down from her throne and placed the scepter on her shoulder. “I bless your marriage.”

“Hooray!” The girl giggled and kissed her groom to be, and they ran off. Glimmer wanted to marry someone...someone who Angella would have never approved of. She laughed and headed back to her throne. “Next.”

“Hey, Glimmer!”

“I beg your pa-...oh. Hey, Bow.” She waved a little and beamed.

“How’s your day going?”

“Oh, not so bad...boooooring, but-”

“Court questions are not for friendly visits.” A guard said. Bow put his hands on his hips.

“Oh, aren’t they now?”

“No, they are not!”

“Well then, I-”

“Guard, stand down. When I’m in charge, they’re also for friendly visits.”

“...yes, your majesty.” The guard stood down. “I apologize.”

“We’re cool, man.” Bow smiled. “Adora and I are gonna go see how fast Swift Wind can fly...wanna come?”

“Of course I d-” She looked around. “...I have a lot going on.”

“Oh. Uhm...sure! We can figure out another time, I think.”

“No, no, if you’re gonna go and do it you go ahead and do it.”

“You sure? We don’t wanna leave you out!”

“I’’ll...I’ll make time for you guys later.” She smiled. “I’ll see you around!” Her smile carried a bit of disappointment and a lot of sadness.

“Alright, bud…”

Adora sighed when she mounted swift wind. “I dunno, it’s just-” She helped Bow up. “She’s got a ton of work to do. Do you think I’ll ever be able to break it to her?’

“Break what to her?” Bow asked.

“That I have a crush on her.”

“...you two aren’t dating?”

“I-what? No! She doesn’t even know I like her!” Bow laughed at this.

“Adora, she weaved flowers into your hair and said you were the most beautiful girl on the planet and you told her you would DIE for her! Is that not...wait…” He just couldn’t He was laughing so hard he started to cry. Adora wasn’t as amused, but...she was finding some humor in it all.

“And the time I just looked at her and said ‘I wanna kiss you’ and she was just like ‘huh’ and I said ‘I mean I miss you’ and she’d been gone for, like...5 minutes!” The two laughed. Swift Wind spoke.

“When’s the last time you all hung out?”

“Who, us two?”

“You and Glimmer.” He said.

“...a while ago. She’s a busy girl. She’s the queen now.” They were looking over the kingdom, flying close to the Opal. “I miss her a lot.”

Bow nodded. “I miss her too.” He said. “But it’s not like she doesn’t like hanging out.”

“You sure?” Adora asked. “I just feel like a background character to her sometimes nowadays.”

“I saw her earlier, and she looked...upset she couldn’t come around.”

“I guess you’re right.” Adora smirked. “I have an idea. Swift wind, we’re moving the speed test to tomorrow.”

“You can’t be serious! I trained!”

“Did you, really?” Bow scoffed.

“Well, no, but-....still. It’s the principle of it all!” Adora laughed and patted his neck.

“Easy, bud.”

Glimmer sighed and laid in her bed, screaming into a pillow. “RrrrrrAAAAGH!” She threw it across the room. She looked out her window and leaned her head on the side of it. “I wonder if I’ll be able to go out when it’s bright again?” She thought aloud. She was growing more and more bleak with each passing day...report after report after meeting after meeting, no stopping, break for a meal, then go right back, then sleep. No time to talk to the princesses, or go on missions, or laugh with Bow, or-

No time for Adora. Only at meetings. Only at meals.

It was straining her. She heard her door open.

“Do NOT disturb the-”

“Glimmer?”

“Adora!” She teleported to her, and then teleporter her back to her bed. She yawned. “I’m sorry, I just...I’m so tired.”

“You’re okay.” Adora held her hand. “Hey, so...I wanted to talk about us for a minute.”

Glimmer was beet red, and if she was tired before, her heart was waking her up now. “Go ahead.”

“Well, I was just wondering,” She said, “We’re awfully close, and...I’m starting to feel the same way about you as I used to for Catra a while ago.” She added. “It’s this warm feeling. It’s nice. It feels all...fuzzy.”

“It’s Love, Adora.” Glimmer got closer to her. “I feel it for you, too.”

“So are we…”

“Lovers? If you wanna be.” Adora got closer.

“I’d Like that.” Adora said...she closed her eyes.

“MY QUEEN! A MAN HAS ARRIVED AND SAYS HE HAS REPORTS ON THE...invasion...of-”

“...tell him to wait.” Adora said.

“This is a matter of utmost importance, I assure you, he-”

“Put him in a room and get him some rest.” Adora stood. “Is that clear?”

“I take orders from the queen.”

“You do. And you will take orders from my LOVER as well!” Glimmer barked.

“...yes, your majesty.” Angella was gone. Glimmer could be loud when she wanted to be.

The guard scurried off. “Where were we?” Glimmer asked.

“You get kinda frightening when you’re upset.”

“We were about to kiss, alright? He interrupted us!” She laughed.

“Yeah...hope you’re not like that with them all the time.” Adora said. “Gotta be a bad relationship if that’s the case.”

Glimmer laughed. “I’m not like that all the time! Just...today’s been rough, i wish I could just relax for a bi-”

A pair of lips pressed up against Glimmer’s.

“...that’s a kiss, right?”

“A perfect one,” Glimmer said. “Well, almost.” She was blushing quite a bit, but...tried to stay confident. “Want another? Just...for practice?”

#she ra #spop #glimmadora #glimmer #adora

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osmw1 · 5 years ago

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Crowbar Nurse Chapter 14 — Vows of Love and Banging Against the Wall (No, Not Like That)

“Three hours left until game over, eh?”

Kiryū looked as if he were lost in thought. Difficult thoughts.

“Since you’re so familiar with this game, Sera, lay it out for us. What’s our best plan of action? After all we’ve been through to train our army and to gather munitions, it’d be a waste to simply ditch them here. But if evacuating to the dating sim world is the better choice, then so be it.” “Hmm, what should we do…?”

I too had to collect my thoughts. Now that we had all cooled off, it made it a little easier to think.

“… It would be simple enough to go to the dating sim world. However, we would leave DMC3 in its ‘bad ending’, meaning that we might possibly never be able to return here.” “Perhaps. But since the game would be finished… the game might start from the beginning again.” “Yes, of course that’s possible as well.”

Elizabeth had a point. The game may very well restart.

“Once thing is for sure though. Now is our only chance if we want to save this world. The town may be destroyed by thermobaric missiles next time we come back. Not to mention that the player ‘You’ who triggered the ending might not want to simply give it all up either.”

Saying that, I then turned to the two of them with all seriousness.

“And so, let me suggest an idea. Let’s rewrite the ending.” “Whaddya mean?”

I nodded at Kiryū, acknowledging his curiosity.

“Before the thermobaric bombs drop on Confi City, we will go trigger the ‘truck ending’ conditions. If we manage to pull that off, then we can avoid the ‘thermobaric missile–strike bad ending’.” “… And on the chance that we don’t manage to?”

Elizabeth spoke with such nervousness, I could almost see her quivering as I replied.

“… In the case that we can’t find ‘You’ within three hours, then we would probably have no choice but to abandon them. If we can’t get the truck ending to start, then we’ll immediately jump to the dating sim world.” “Hmm… Well, it’s worth givin’ it a shot.”

Kiryū was willing. That leaves just one.

“If we don’t, it might come to bite us in our asses when we get back home. We’ll have to live with those demons, y’know?” “… Heh, I suppose so. Okay, then.”

She responded with a slight chuckle, but still evidently nervous.

“Yes, you are correct. It is obviously wrong to not save a life when we have the ability to do so. … The opposite was true for my last time. It was as if killing each other was the obvious answer. I didn’t want to die, so I believed that abandoning others was the correct choice. But that isn’t right, is it? … Truthfully, I’m extremely grateful that it was you two whom I met in this world.” “And here I thought your apprehension was towards us.”

I had hoped that cracking jokes would ease her if just a little.

“We’ll be alright, Elizabeth. It’s not like what we’re trying to do is really that difficult. All we have to do is run over a couple of zombies with a truck on our way out. If we really do find it an impossibility, then… yes, unfortunately, we may have to give up on saving ‘You’. But in that case, the next world we’ll hop to is a visual novel dating sim for girls. Sure, we don’t know which exact game it is yet, but think about it. We’ll have so much Kiryū-level eye candy to feast on!”

Elizabeth held back another quiet laugh as Kiryū gently rapped the back of my head with his knuckles.

We then spent about thirty minutes to talk over our truck ending action plan and equip our hellish army. Elizabeth didn't have the stamina to even be in a shouting match, let alone a full-on brawl with zombies, and so we delegated her to hold down the fort. With the troops standing guard outside, we figured she should be safe in the safehouse. That left Kiryū and me with a handful of soldiers. Our plan was to head to the end of Uptown, gang up on the gun shop owner miniboss, and then steal his grenade launcher. That’s where we were at now: duping the nade launcher at the gun range.

“Ah, jeez, I could really go for a drink right about now.” “I thought you’d be pukin’ already seein’ how much you just guzzled down.”

Kiryū poked fun at me, but I shook my head no.

“That stuff doesn’t hit the spot. It tastes exactly like booze, but you can’t get drunk off it at all.”

A disappointed sigh crept out from my lips.

“I wish I had some of the real stuff. That way, I can drink to forget all about this scary stuff and hurry home to snuggle in bed.” “… Are you scared?”

I couldn’t help but feel a little irked by his question as he handed me more launchers.

“Of course I am. How could I not be? You know we’re making a huge gamble for this city that’s potentially going to be wiped off the face of the earth in just a few hours, right? Of course I would rather just say ‘screw it’ and curl up in a blanket.” … But there’s no way I could possibly do that.”

I heaved the launchers into the buggy and then a deep, heavy sigh. I don’t know what he was thinking at the moment, but Kiryū looked straight at me before speaking.

“… You really are strong.” “As if. I’m not in the slightest.”

I brushed him off with another shake of the head.

“… If I seem in anyway strong, that’s a misunderstanding on your part, Kiryū. I’m wracked with anxiety over what if I made the wrong choice for us. Because the truth is I’m not strong at all, but that’s why I’m trying my damnedest to put on a brave face.” “Even if it’s just you putting on a brave face, I can’t count how many times you’ve saved me in this world.”

My thoughts froze as my eyes bulged wide. Still, I had to keep my hands moving. I began tying the extra launchers onto the soldiers with makeshift ropes. But as I finished, Kiryū faced me directly.

“… I saved you, huh? You sure like to exaggerate.” “Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I haven’t. We’ve been in a hopeless situation ever since the beginning. But I’ve managed this far without losing my marbles was all because I had you with me.” “… It’s not like you’re okay just because you’ve met me. You’re always so calm and calculated in your every move.” “Think back to when I questioned Elizabeth. Do you still think so?” “Well… I mean…”

I looked down at the ground before I knew it. I mean, he’s right. He did lose his cool that time. Kiryū scratched the back of his head as he continued, as if he were felt awkward or embarrassment.

“… Like I said before, there’s no one who understands this all as well as you do, someone who’s a total zombie game nerd. Maybe you’ll be right. Maybe you’ll be wrong. But whatever it may be, you’ll have our unconditional support in whatever you choose to do. And being here in this strange, weird world, I don’t blame you one bit for thinking it’s scary. But there’s nothing to be too afraid of either… we’ll be alright. We’re in this together.”

He finished speaking by gently placing his hand on top of my head. It was obvious that Kiryū didn’t mean to hit on me, but rather simply wanted to give me a pep talk.

I remember thinking the same when we first met: Kiryū’s hand sure is warm…

I blinked as I felt the warmth of his palm. Whether it was intentional or not, it brought me composure, allowing me to think. … To think about how Kiryū speaks. How he can’t help but point out all technical inaccuracies. How he’s just a little too serious and a tiny bit tactless. I had the same thought before I fainted, but I’m absolutely certain I’ve met Kiryū before. No. I’ve heard his voice before. I thought about it at length and came up with only one possible explanation.

“… Umm, Kiryū?” “What’s up?” “I… I just had a sudden thought.” “Mhm?” “Kiryū, you mentioned you were a game dev, right? In Shinjuku?” “… Yeah, that’s right.”

His affirmation had a tinge of curiosity. Curious as to why I brought it up now. I looked into his eyes.

“There’s something about the way you speak that gives me a nagging feeling that I’ve heard your voice somewhere before. And, we were just talking about it earlier, but I said my friends and I like to hang out and play dating sims together.” “Yeah.” “Of course, that includes Rainbow Dreams as well.” “…” “It somehow came across my mind just now. My friend who’s a big fan of Kiryū Sōichirō had once showed me this video. I remember her getting super excited about how this game dev who was rumored to be Kiryū’s model posted that video. About a year or two ago, a video about a dating sim developer playing the party game Werewolf came out, right?”

His mouth may be closed, but Kiryū’s eyes were locked open. It seemed like I had hit the nail on the head. I leaned in close to his ear and whispered for confirmation.

“Hey, Kiryū. Perhaps your real name is…” followed by the name of the game dev’s in that video.

“… That’s me.”

He muttered and slumped his shoulders in disappointment or so I thought… but his bright red cheeks and banging the wall suggested he was more so mortified than anything. The walls of the shooting range were shaking by now, yet he kept punching with all his might. It made me wonder if he could tear down the building by himself. I suppose it was extremely shameful for his name to be doxed. Looking at bashful Kiryū somehow made me embarrassed too. I chuckled out loud before I could catch myself.

“Ahaha… I had a hunch, but I didn’t think you’d admit to it either. Oh, wow, Kiryū, so you’re the one who made Rainbow Dreams, hey? How about those rumors about you being the model for Kiryū? Is that true too?” “N-No way! I have nothing to do with that game! I was simply hired to do the programming for it, so I have nothing at all to do with the writing or art! The character designers or producers used my likeness without my permission is all!” “You are involved in the game then? That’s so impressive and amazing. It’s the first time I’ve met someone who was part of the team that made one of my favorite games!” “Gah…!”

Kiryū flinched as he saw my beaming face. Seemingly, he didn’t expect me to be so wowed by it all.

“… It’s a visual novel dating simulator catered to a female audience, y’know?” “I’m familiar.” “But it was made by a dude.” “And that’s super cool!” “Y-You think that’s… cool?”

Kiryū scrunched up his face, bewildered by the fact that anyone would think it was a positive thing.

“I think it’s honest work… But you don’t seem to like it very much, do you?” “… I didn’t have much of a choice; it was the only work I could get.”

I blankly blinked at his response as he avoided eye contact with me.

“No choice? Oh, that’s right. You seemed to know quite a bit about VR games, FOV, haptic feedback, and stuff like that. Was that what you really wanted to do instead?” “Oh, that… I’ve just been reading a lot into it lately is all. Not that I’m an expert in it or anything. I’ve made a little test project before, but I haven’t made any published any games like that before. … Making your own game with your own abilities then putting your name out there in the world… It’s a really daunting thing, y’know?” “Wow… But you’re still making Rainbow Dreams. I still think it’s amazing how you’re a part of this game that’s beloved by so many people. … Oh, Kiryū! When we get back, do you think I could get your autograph? I wanna brag about you to my friends!” “Whaaaaaat?!”

This time, he was flabbergasted but also looked as if he hated the very concept of what I had just said. I panicked and tried to take back my words.

“I’m so sorry! You don’t have to. It’s just that… I thought it’d be something nice to look forward to when we make it safely back home. But now that I think about it, you’re embarrassed by this all, right? Sorry for asking for such a weird favor. Let’s just forge—” “No, that’s alright. I’ll do it.” “Huh?” “… I’m nobody famous or nothin’, so it’s not like my signature is particularly exciting or what have you. But if it makes you happy, I’ll sign as many things as you want. So, let’s all get out of this together alive. That’s a promise, Sera.” “… I promise!”

I didn’t think I would’ve been so overcome with emotion, but I found myself jumping into Kiryū’s arms. After a brief moment of shock, he dryly laughed aloud as he patted me on my back. … And though we were surrounded by the unstoppable hellish army lugging around giant grenade launchers, we paid them no mind at all.

—We’re definitely making it out of here alive.

Whatever paralyzing fear I felt in my very core had disappeared in an instant.

■Werewolf Also known as Mafia, Werewolf enjoyed a brief fad where game developers and gamers would gather in person and stream themselves playing together. Kiryū is presumed to have most likely been roped into playing. As it was an utmost humiliating memory for him, Kiryū seemed to have tried everything in his powers to scrub the video off the internet but to no effect.

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chaotic good apartment AU snippets 01

a/n: it’s just a simple thing for fun, easy, cheesy thing that I’d at times sketch or types in writerblock/just to cheer myself up

spoiler: it’s hilda/lys

Today is the supposed day when Hilda will be back from her business trip, if it is not rescheduled suddenly like before. No, it’s not like Lysithea is not used to have the space in the apartment all by herself, or that she missed Hilda’s noisiness—well, it is actually the latter, but she will never admit it, not in front of Hilda.

The pink-haired young woman might be a CEO of herself, but her span of businessventure (one of Hilda’s favorite vocabulary, check) would make her to go on places. Not to mention, Claude, her past employer when she was still active as a beautician, at times would get an opportunity for Hilda to be somewhere around the country, introducing her brands or holding a one-day seminar. All in all, Lysithea has far used with the fact that Hilda will be away for longer than she would ever take a trip out of the town, be it when they are living together below one roof or not.

Then again, this is one of the day when Lysithea can come to pick her up at the train station per usual, as a ‘guest’ bested her: Lysithea will sometimes forget that her workaholic tendency spells a bad omen, especially to her health. It might be those average cold because the season alternate between spring and summer, but if a virus made its way to her, she will need a longer time to recuperate.

Lysithea was adept on taking care of herself, but of course she knew that anyone else—especially Hilda—won’t be able to hide their worries. Too much worrying might become a nagging, but Lysithea was relieved every now and then to know that someone cares about her.

Hilda has been trying to call her since yesterday since Lysithea texted her that she was sick and couldn’t make it to pick her up. It’s not like she wanted to ignore the calls, she just can’t move too much to reach her phone when the call came. She is afraid to call Hilda in later time when she’s good enough to step out from bed and settle in the living room for quick food and medicine, afraid that the pinkette was busy at the moment that she might disturb her job rather than not.

“It is a fine Saturday too, Hilda may like it if we visit back the café for espresso before we got home …”

Lysithea mumbled to no one in particular.

Tucked in the warm sheets of the bed, she looked over to the curtain that she left half-open since two days ago when she was home with fever. The sunrays didn’t bother her, it provided more comfort than having to be using lamp around daytime. Her fever wasn’t that bad, the medicine helps so that she can take her rest, though sometimes the headache won’t leave so fast.

Since early in the morning, her head felt so heavy that she has yet to leave for a meal. Lysithea has timed inwardly that she won’t miss the medication as long as she can make it before noon, so she has been trying to build up strength while staying awake.

Her eyes peered to the wall clock. Hilda’s train would be around 8 PM per usual, then another half an hour by bus to reach their shared apartment. The day is still long until Lysithea can finally see Hilda again and the sick woman can’t help about it.

Their shared bed might not be so big, but it will feel empty if it’s only one of them alone sleeping on it.

Their rented apartment might only a single bedroom, clutters of their mixed belongings are everywhere that sometimes the space is cramped, but it will be awfully vacant as Lysithea tidied her stuff during her alone time.

Her phone has stopped buzzing since last night, perhaps she forgot on charging and it ran out of battery without her realizing it, creating a perfect silence bested the room.

Lysithea found herself rolling to the space where Hilda usually sleep. Hilda was one who’ll occupy all blanket sometimes as she slept messy, but Lysithea will find a way to wrestle it away – sometimes with a cost of Hilda hugging her instead in her sleep. It’s warmer that way anyway, Lysithea can’t complain.

It’s 9 AM. She can shut her eyes for another one hour before lunch.

By then, she heard a hurried unlock mechanism coming from their front door.

“Lys!”

That voice. Lysithea didn’t have to guess as the person showed up as quick as they came by the slightly ajar bedroom. Hilda was looking out of breath because of all the running, though Lysithea couldn’t lift her head for a better view. The pink is rather blurry, perhaps she’s one step on lulling to her slumber. She might have left her suitcase on the front door and maybe her shoes went to disarray as she hurried, but it is not the time for usual chiding.

Wait, wasn’t her train—

Lysithea couldn’t bring herself to ask as Hilda approached the side of bed, giving her a hug first and foremost. As much as Lysithea wanted to complain for Hilda to stay away so Lysithea won’t give out her germs, she relented. She missed Hilda.

“You okay? How’s the fever?” Hilda asked as she touched their foreheads together. Hilda’s was cooler than hers, it was soothing.

“Better, but sorry, I can’t answer your call.”

“No problem. At least I know from experience that you won’t be dying on me there.”

“Well,”

“Don’t make any self-depreciating joke or I’ll head-butt you instead.”

“Right.” She clammed up. Hilda removed herself from the bed, pulling the sheets up.

“Have you eaten yet? I can whip you porridge and help you with the meds,” Hilda snapped her fingers. “And, oh. I was from Fhirdiad. I bought you the signature Fhirdiad sweet caramel pudding. Surely it’s easy to ingest for your after-meal dessert.”

“Are, are you a goddess?”

Hilda snorted, “As much as I want to brag about myself, I’d save it for later when you can retort back~”

Chuckling, albeit weakly, Lysithea dismissed her, “Yeah, yeah.”

“Just go to sleep, darling. I’ll nurse you to health!”

“That’s … cheesy and embarrassing, but, yeah, okay.”

A porridge, doses of medicine and pudding later, Lysithea found herself being cuddled. Hilda has yet to change her clothes but she didn’t smell sweaty nor smoky from hitting the road. It was her own perfume blend, made with the same aroma oil that Lysithea remembered at their first encounter when Edelgard told her to be a sampler of Claude establishment’s service.

The wisteria provided to be calming, even so now, as Hilda silently watched her while holding her close.

“Wait, I should be the one who smells bad …” Lysithea pondered.

“I can wipe you later if you want.”

“Am I that smelly?”

“No, you didn’t?” Hilda said. “Perks at being static in aircon room, I guess?”

“Oh, that’s relieving.”

Hilda traced a circle with her hand on Lysithea’s back. Her smile was something that Hilda would wear over something nostalgic, a reminiscing smile. “Like, how long I’ve known you again to be accustomed with dealing your long-term sickness?”

“Sorry.”

“And for the love of God, you should stop apologizing for every time,” Hilda pouted.

“Sorry.”

“Not again.”

They laughed it off, anyway. Their nonsensical banter would always end with both of them laughing it off. They knew it was stupid, but they started and ended it all the while in a whim. Their laughter died not long. Lysithea relished on the soothing cold touches that Hilda provided every now and then, shuffling closer and lay her head on Hilda’s chest.

Lysithea might be taller but her thin frame and how she picked her heels would make her look smaller than how she is. Hilda, on the other hand, broad-shouldered with an ample amount of muscle mass. Perhaps it is one of her job requirement to stay in top shape and to be good-looking. Lysithea would find it hard to admit since it would only make Hilda glower, but yes, Hilda is really gorgeous. On the bed, though, the height difference would speak volume. Lysithea can envelop Hilda on her sleep but then Lysithea always feel that it is not enough comparison to Hilda since she’s so slim.

“Lys?”

Hilda ran her fingers along the snow white hair. Lysithea didn’t look up, rather, snaking her way up to meet the pinkette’s face once again.

“Can I kiss you?”

Lysithea was silent for a beat longer, “You wanted my germs so bad …?”

“No, I …” Hilda breathed. “I miss you.”

Hearing the soft voice, her heart churned. She could reply the same. She could narrate how vacant it was to be apart and how the fever made it even worst. She could tell she yearned for Hilda’s presence, how she is glad to have Hilda there. But then, Lysithea knew the line.

“But I’m—you’ll seriously get my germs.”

“I don’t mind,” Lysithea had expected Hilda would answer as such. “Idiots don’t get sick, remember?”

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Heh, so you’ll flirt more when you sick.” Hilda’s reply was half scoff.

“I’m—I’m not.”

The pinkette surrendered with a sigh, her shoulders slumped but her smile remained still. She gathered her arms around Lysithea’s waist, pressing closer, tangling closer.

“Fine, I’ll wait until you’re healed; though you can’t use any excuse to stop me.”

Lysithea felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, but Hilda might not be able to discern it as a flush from fever or from an emotional blush,

“It’s a deal.”

#hildalys #chaotic good apartment AU #yes that's the AU name #wrt #hilda valentine goneril #lysithea von ordelia #AU prompt

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shutterbug-12 · 5 years ago

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Succession S2E2 Thoughts

Overall:

Much better than the terrible agony that was the first episode.

I still want to wrap Kendall up in a hug and transmit some life into him by osmosis. Shiv...I’m sorry, but I know a lot of you really love her, but I...really don’t. I have some sympathy for her, because she is the person made by a very hostile father and a very hostile world. And there is an element of me being biased towards Tom (although I will admit--will list--all his horrible qualities; I’m just glad he has a decent handful of redeeming ones), but Shiv is a pretty cold person (and yes, I would say that about Logan as well, and Roman--them especially--so I’m not calling her cold simply because she is a strategic, smart woman. But I feel like she has the capacity to be a decent person, with a decent heart, but she will never allow herself to be that kind of person. And that’s the tragedy of her for me.

Her and Tom’s relationship is, in my view, incredibly unhealthy and fucked up. It’s a one-way street, and they could really be so much better, but...I don’t think they ever will be, unless Tom somehow...takes over, but *snort*. Talk about a clown running the circus. Whew. But yeah, as long as Shiv has so much power skewed in her direction and she doesn’t hesitate to use it and hold it over him, theirs will not be a relationship composed of equals, but Tom will continue to think, in his demented brain, that somehow they mostly are? King and Queen? No, no, Tom. Nice try. But you’re not on that level. It’s true that I see very small, slivers of moments when they need each other, but I...have seen...honestly, I can’t remember seeing one moment where it was clear that Shiv really loved him, just that she needed him. And those are very different things, at least for me. My dream scenario is that Tom can work up the nerve to leave her and be with someone who actually deserves him, but...that’s a different show, certainly not this one. So I suppose I’ll have to sit back and watch this trainwreck.

Actually, I find it interesting to see the relationship between Logan and Kendall, and Shiv and Tom. They are very parallel in some big ways. Logan and Shiv are both very dominant, both dictate the terms of the relationship, both steer it, manipulate the other person at will, are both strong-willed and strategic but can be cruel, and both place their own interests above everyone else’s. They’re the controllers. Kendall and Tom, at least in this season so far (Tom has always been), are the submissive ones, the yes-men, acting at the behest of their counterparts, both very insecure about their relationships with those counterparts, although, granted, Kendall has passed over into dead-eye territory, where Tom has some life left. I can see how being in their position might be at times comforting, not having pressure on them, kind of enjoying the freedom that being submissive and simply obeying offers. And, really, in the dynamics of both relationships, I really feel for Tom and Kendall. Shiv is, of all the children, most like her father, and was from the beginning, but I think she’s leaning more and more that way, which...is a bad way to lean if you want to cling to some part of your soul. So I...am a bit worried about both Kendall and Tom, but I know something’s going to give at some point. In some way. So I’m...interested.

One last thing: what made this episode so much better than the first one, for me, is the attention paid to the absurdity of the characters and their lives. That is the glory of the show for me. When it tries to get me to truly sympathize too hard with characters who, by and large, are not very sympathetic, I...am very turned off. Because we’re talking about uber-rich douche-bags who only care about themselves and their power. The only sympathetic characters (and even the moments when sympathetic characters have sympathetic moments and aspects) are ones who show motivations other than power grabs and greed. BUT, when the show highlights the absurd nature of...this entire palace drama? It’s at its height. Its at its best. This episode had a ton of that, and I was very grateful for it. The Vaulter dude was always a great vehicle to highlight some absurdity, and he came through here. Greg, of course, highlights the absurd aspects of Tom and the Roys in general. Connor himself. Amazing. The absurdity bouncing around in this episode made it so, so much better than the first one.

Overall, B+ episode.

As I watched:

Oh, yay, the theme park! Been looking forward to seeing these parts.

Beavis and Crackhead. Nice.

Aww, MM, you’re getting gray and it’s so...weirdly cute. Damn it. Also I can watch you try to get popcorn out from between your teeth with your tongue all. day. long.

Hmm, Logan listening to Shiv. Roman sees what’s happening. He’s not as stupid as he seems. Which we knew, but it’s nice to see.

Mondale! And the Mondale voice is back! Tom & Mondale might be my favorite friendship on the show.

The amount of time Shiv spends looking at her phone instead of talking to and listening to her husband is...pretty fucking sad. She LITERALLY walks away from him when he’s talking. Cool.

“It’s not really a thing.” UM. WUT. No it’s a huge thing. One partner wanting to fuck other people, while the other one clearly doesn’t really want to is...a huge thing. And not talking about it is going to make everything worse, but sure, okay, continue thinking it’s not really a thing.

Oh god, it’s kind of painful, how hard he’s trying to...rationalize that he’s okay with everything about their relationship. And trying to like...show he’s ready all the time, always down to fuck, just in case she was wondering. Heh. You can see the insecurity just coming off him in waves.

Ha. I’m sorry, writers, but...an American wouldn’t say “cheeky” like that. Someone needs to check the British-isms. But it’s nice to see even a show like this mess up. ;)

I mean, yes, this is a drool-worthy penthouse, but settle down Tom, or I’m worried you’re literally going to start fucking the sofa.

One of these days, Tom is going to actually...not roll over like a submissive dog. Maybe.

*sings* Tom and Greg, together again, wheee! Tom and his punching bag. Tom, you better watch out, because at some point the bag is going to punch back.

Um. Tom. I’d go easy on the creepy sexual metaphors. You can’t quite speak with the...disgustingness of Roman. Please stop trying.

LOL Name me one principle. Although, god, this is the ugliest side of Tom. How willing he is to compromise himself for advancement. He’s honestly...kind of a whore sometimes. And it’s his least appealing aspect of his character (his most appealing, of course, being his handsome, handsome cute face).

By the way, non-Americans, real Americans don’t throw around this many “fucks.” And we don’t constantly speak in sexual metaphors. Granted, I’ve never been among these kinds of...terrible people, but still.

OMG, her name is actually CYD PEACH?! Wow. No wonder you’re a badass bitch. With a name like that, who wouldn’t be?

I kind of like this news lady, talking to Tom like the moronic asshole he is. Her sarcasm is just oozing out of her and I love it. This was such a great scene.

Rough first day, Tom. But, hot damn, is he actually motivated to do...real work? Color me interested to see how this goes.

Gerry, you’re amazing. You might be one of my favorite characters.

IPAs that looks like run-off at the car wash. Ahahahahahha. Great line.

OF COURSE CONNOR HAS AN EMAIL BULLETIN. Actually, Connor might be one of my favorites, too. He represents the most what I like about the show. The absurdity of it. It’s when the show strays too far away from pointing out absurdity that it gets...not nearly as enjoyable.

Another great example of the absurdity: The conversation between Roman and Connor about the president.

Ha, yes, Roman invited you to dinner because he’s learning your game, Shiv. He’s learning, against all odds, how to

You did a thing. Mazel Tov. Another great scene with Roman and Tabitha.

Oh, Tom, baby, you’re so nervous to...talk to your wife. Heh. That’s kind of sad. And ahahahhaah, you still think you’ve even in the uh, line of succession (too on point?) for CEO. Oh, Tom. You idiot. And, Shiv, you are...you don’t think Tom should get the big job, please. Come on. I wish she’d...be truthful about how much she wants it, at least with Tom, JFC. But honestly isn’t really in her vocabulary, so... ALSO, RAWR. Let me say how SHOCKED I AM that Shiv gets turned on when she thinks about herself being powerful. She gets off when she literally has Tom by the balls. Shocker. Shocker.

AHAHAHAH, GREG’S APARTMENT SHOPPING. YES. LOL. THIS IS GREAT. Greg is the best. AWW, DID KENDALL JUST GIVE GREG AN APARTMENT? AWWWW, KENDALL! Aww, that awkward hug was probably the most physical affection Kendall’s had in...a long time. LOL. OMG KENDALL WANTS TO BE BUDDIES WITH GREG. YES.

Oh boy. The most awkward dinner in history. Tabitha is so chill. OH NO, TOM AND TABITHA ALONE IN A ROOM. YOU SHOULD TRY SWALLOWING SOMETHING. OMG JKFDL;AJFKLAFJKSA;KJFDL. AHAHAHAHA. YEEEESSSSS. I like when the relatively powerless characters make a cutting power move.

NOTHING IS WRONG WITH HIS BODY. DON’T YOU, EVEN.

Okay, seriously, y’all stop making fun of Tom so hard. Jfc. My heart is going out to him here, honestly. Tom can be a dick sometimes, but this is cruel stuff.

OMG OMG OMIG OGMD OSALJFSAL;FJSK TOM I’M SO PROUD OF YOU. I’M SO, SO PROUD OF YOU. FOR TELLING SHIV TO FUCK OFF. YES. I’M SO DAMN PROUD OF YOU. DKFLS;FJDKSAOMGGGGGGG. It’s nice to see the tiniest hint of backbone.

Oof, this is what Tom and Shiv call “talking”? Meh, yeah, Shiv, you need him. You need a stable presence. You need a loyal sounding board. You need a yes man. Their relationship is so fucked up. Yiiiiiikes. They’re pretty much the WORST at open, real communication.

Oh, boy, oh, boy. Poor Greg. Kendall, you dick. Making this your drug party. Ugh. I’m so fucking disappointed in you. (I’m still pulling for you, though.)

Guh, yeah, the scene in the car with Shiv and Gil...these kinds of scenes really show Shiv’s ugly side. (And Gil’s for that matter.) People needing the upper hand. People shitting all over each other. People needing to be right.

Logaaaaaan, you’re such a dickheeeaaaad. A manipulative, awful dickheeeaaaad. Although, what a great line: make yourself at home. In...daddy’s office.

Jesus, Kendall, you need a real car, man.

AAAAH, IT LOOKS LIKE THE HUNTING EPISODE IS NEXT. AWESOME.

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