#but eh it's been a year since then but banners were weird for some time that discouraged me too
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buttercupshands · 6 months ago
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I guess the moral of this story is... idk roll whatever the character will be there... eventually
it's not the "season 6 recruit" it's literally the anniversary one
I think getting fun stuff under the cut is better, I'm still figuring it out and with only 30 tags there's only so much that I can tell without running out of them
and getting another Tomura is like a celebration, after a very struggling day of painnnnn
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Presents are one of the best way of farming crystals so I didn't really touch them for characters I already levelled trust with
but it's a special occasion.
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"the kindergarden"
I need to level Kurogiri up one day, but Tomura now takes full priority (ignore the event one I was burnout of the game when it came out and I didn't get the new UR Izuku back then if I remember correctly so he's weak)
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I'm a bit pissed off that AFO is a bit more levelled up for now but that's because levels from 4 to 6 are pain and it's not the main/hard quest bonus time yet
but! at least I already have full LoV trio levelled up as much as I could so it'll be easier than before
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decided to revive this team set up just for fun, I don't use them usually this one is basically "PLF war + season 6 stuff" because I don't have anyone else like any s5-s6 Izuku, for example. Also I don't have some cool memories which is sad because they look so cool
it's so funny to be a f2p in this game because it's literally pointless but I have so much fun
Also I think we never got the white hair Dabi memory??? the memory that has somewhat good stuff for him is him with black hair
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anyway this was really weird
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thoselethalarts · 8 months ago
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ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 - ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪
(SR) Lab Coats (Part 2): "It’d Make This Exchange a Lot Less Fun."
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(Ignihyde Dorm: Lounge)
(Phobos appears to be working on something intently. A gentle hissing noise and smoke is wafting up from before him as he’s leaning over one of the tables in the lounge)
Phobos: Hm…
Ignihyde Mob A: Well? How’s she lookin’?
Phobos: …Pretty sure that’s about it. Just needs to get cleaned up a bit and it’ll be good to go.
(Phobos holds up the finished piece: a freshly printed and soldered circuit board.)
Phobos: Here it is. Should fit right in place to where the old one was installed in the server bay.
Ignihyde Mob A: That’s so cool…! I didn’t know you could just make those so easily!
Phobos: It’s not that hard. Just takes some time to learn how to do, like any other skill. Phobos: All that’s left to do is let it cool and plug it back in. Let Idia know I’m gonna have that server back in working order soon enough.
Ignihyde Mob A: Yeah, for sure!
(The mob student takes off down the hall)
Ortho: That’s impressive work, Phobos Banner! You almost can’t tell the difference between the old circuit board and the new one, outside of the damage to the previous component of course.
Phobos: It better be impressive. I’ve been doing this for long enough that I’d hope my skills would translate to a print this simple at the very least.
Ortho: I’m a little surprised that you were able to make this circuit board without any assistance or machinery outside of an iron and a soldering gun. Ortho: With my “Precision Gear” equipped I’m capable of performing many intricate and minute tasks that would be difficult or otherwise impossible for a human hand to perform. Ortho: It has many tools and accessories that make it especially well-equipped for handling various medical procedures, but it can also easily be used for mechanical inspection and repair as well. Ortho: My brother requested me to assist you with this task for this reason, but… aside from fetching you a few requested items, you hardly needed my help at all.
Phobos: Like I said, I’ve got experience with this sort of thing. I’ve been doing this for years now since I started learning how to build my own electronics from scratch. Phobos: It helps to not have “human eyes”, too. My vision is better than most peoples’ in this dorm, easily.
Ortho: This is true! Your hands are quite steady too. You’re practically made for this kind of work!
Phobos: Heh… Appreciate the compliment. Phobos: Anyway, I’m gonna start cleaning up my materials. Since you have the small hands for it, why don’t you take this circuit board and reinstall it for me back in the server for me.
(The sound of footsteps clack against the floor as someone approaches Phobos from afar.)
Rook: Bonjour! Rook: I apologize for the delay, Roi du Poison required my steadfast presence and I could never say no to his demand.
Ortho: Oh! Good afternoon, Rook Hunt!
Rook: Monsieur Doll, a pleasure as always, as well~
Phobos: You actually showed up, huh. You really must have a death wish.
Rook: If it is by your hand it would be a death worth having experienced. I must admit, I’ve become slightly addicted to your penmanship.
Phobos: Ugh… Don’t make this weird. Here.
(Phobos hands a folded piece of paper to Rook)
Phobos: You remember our rules, right?
Rook: Oui.
Phobos: Good. Go ahead and read it whenever you want, then.
Ortho: Eh? A piece of paper?
Rook: Oui, but it is not just a simple piece of paper. Rook: Written upon its surface is a delightful dance of poetry and prose, with words so tantalizingly powerful they rewire the very fabric of your being. Rook: Never before have such simple words ever shaken me to my very core, hijacking my very essence and liberating my being from the very shackles of life to bring me momentarily to the edge of nirvana. Rook: It’s truly an artistry! A rush of adrenaline, of life, like none I have ever experienced before!
Ortho: Really?! Phobos Banner, I had no idea you were such a poet!
Phobos: …It’s not exactly like that.
Ortho: Aw, but Rook Hunt seems to really admire your talent! I’d love to read some of your work, too!
Phobos: You- ��Actually. I’ll think about it. It’d be interesting to see what a non-human reaction would be to it. Phobos: Speaking of- you before said your currently equipped body is best suited for medical assistance. Do me a favor and stick around for a minute.
Ortho: Oh? Is something the matter? Are you feeling ill?
Rook: Ugh-!
(Rook collapses to the floor with a thud)
Ortho: Uwa?!
Phobos: No, but he probably is.
Ortho: Rook Hunt! What happened?! Ortho: Commencing emergency bio-scans. Ortho: Oxygen levels decreasing rapidly. Blood pressure levels dropping to dangerously low levels. Cause of emergency appears to be caused by sudden seizure of lung muscles. Ortho: No viral presence detected. No venomous presence detected. Ortho: Commencing emergency resuscitation.
Phobos: That won’t be necessary, Ortho. He’ll be fine.
Ortho: Wha-?! He’s going into shock, Phobos Banner! He’s very much not-!
Rook: (Gasps, then coughs roughly) It is... okay, Monsieur Doll... I am okay.
Ortho: Ah!! Rook Hunt! You’re… okay? Ortho: Scanning… Blood oxygen levels normalizing. Blood pressure levels normalizing. Lung function normalizing. Ortho: How is this possible…? I’ve never heard of the human body recovering from shock this quickly before. Ortho: This note…
(Ortho picks up the note Phobos previously gave to Ortho and begins reading from it)
Ortho: “The body and mind intertwine; two halves are now one whole. The mind becomes acutely aware of the body’s breath. The mind becomes aware that it must think in order for the body to breathe.” Ortho: “The mind detests its exhaustion. Detests the command to further breath. Detests that it must process an unconscious action in order to sustain the body’s life. Lecherous and co-dependent, a leech that takes and never returns.” Ortho: “The mind sets flame to its bridge to sever this connection of perceived toxicity. The mind seizes the body’s muscles, focuses on the chest, to stop the churning of oxygen through blood and flesh.” Ortho: “Ribbons of capillaries tie together into knots, unable to be separated. Serpents intertwine in a delirious dance of death.” Ortho: “In its fit of perceived righteousness the mind realizes still that the body and mind are one, and should one fall, the other shall follow.” Ortho: “The bridge is only just alight, flames lick shallow against the boards that hold its weight against the pull of gravity. The mind stomps the flames into the dirt. The bridge is left unburnt.” Ortho: “Ribbons untangle, deadly lovers separate from their dance. Air and blood flow free through muscle and bone.” Ortho: “The mind and body become two halves once again. The mind is no longer aware of the body’s presence. Perceived co-dependence fades into hazy memories.” Ortho: “Memories drift listlessly, ash in the wind trickling from the boards of a once-charred bridge.” Ortho: This is… ah!
Rook: Ohh, Phobos… you’re a truly dastardly devil. Your words hold such power, such conviction. My body cannot help but follow each delicate letter’s command so tentatively.
Ortho: You-! Phobos Banner! You used magic against Rook Hunt through the words written on this note! Ortho: You could have killed him! This is no better than if you had poisoned his drink and watched him collapse in front of you!
Phobos: Relax, Ortho. I’m not going to kill him. It’d make this exchange a lot less fun if I did. Phobos: My unique magic “Terror Black” doesn’t take effect unless the entirety of the contained message is read in full. If he at least glosses over the fail-safe I included at the end he’ll be fine. Phobos: Granted, I haven’t tested on what happens when I rip part of the message out of the original text… Hey Rook, I think I have an idea for a new abstract work I think will really take your breath away.
Rook: Tease me not, I can only become so enraptured in you before it becomes truly detrimental to my health.
Ortho: Rook Hunt, for the sake of your health I must recommend you not to continue in this reckless behavior.
Rook: Non, non… Monsieur Doll, despite your lively attitude you’ve yet to understand that which a human heart truly craves.
Ortho: Eh…?
Rook: The human heart craves beauty and artistry that truly envelops its entire being. True art and beauty can still the senses, numb pain, and steal away the body’s consciousness in a trance. Rook: I’ve never before in my life experienced such art that was able to perform this duty so literally… I feel fortunate that I was able to find someone so beautifully talented! Rook: Besides… it would betray my hunter’s blood to back away from a deadly challenge such as this. I must see this path through to the end, otherwise I’d never find the satisfaction I so dearly crave.
Ortho: I suppose so, but still… this seems to be too illogically dangerous for me to recommend at all in good faith.
Phobos: I’m not forcing him to take part in it; he can stop whenever he wants. Phobos: But… if you’re still interested in reading some of my “poetry”, Ortho, I can write you something special, just for your eyes only. Phobos: I’m a little more than interested to see how a machine might react to something I usually only let human eyes see.
Ortho: I’ll have to decline. Now that I know your intentions, I can’t find any merit in taking part in such an experiment.
Phobos: Eh. Offer’s on the table if you change your mind. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just... poke around a little on the insides. That's what this is all about. Phobos: I know my way around machines way more than I know my way around human skin. If there’s anything you could trust me with, it’s your safety. Phobos: You saw my handiwork earlier, at any rate. If there’s a couple things I’m skilled in tinkering with, it’s chemicals and circuitry.
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hopefulstarfire · 2 years ago
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Anyways, in honor of today being my ocs birthday, I wrote a fic, have at it.
If it hadn't been for the 4:00 am phone call from Seto asking where she wanted to have dinner with everyone at, Iris would have completely forgotten about her birthday.
In hindsight, she should have known. She'd seen the calendar every day, having to help the front desk in making some appointments, and in trying to keep track of what weekends she was going to work at the game shop and what weekends she was working at the bookstore. She knew the 28th was coming up. But, between going full time at the hospital and moving to online classes to further her nursing education, the trip to Egypt that just turned all their lives upside down, helping her Mom and Roland with wedding planning, helping with River and Mokuba, trying to keep Seto steady and trying to help Kat after what that little weasel did…she just hadn't had any time to truly think and realize what that meant for her.
It wasn't like she'd have much time to celebrate anyhow. She was working until at least 5:00 that night, would have to change out of her scrubs and at least look halfway presentable, run to the seamstress shop to pick up her bridesmaid dress since the alterations were done and she hadn't gotten the chance to get it on Friday before the store closed for the weekend and then still try to get to the restaurant on time. Then she had some house cleaning to do, other matters to go over…and then still find a way to get to bed by ten at the latest.
So…just another regular Monday, really.
Thankfully, working at this clinic, she didn't tend to be in on surgeries. The kids also usually had a way to make her day. It was a nice change from her internship at the hospital a year and a half ago. She never regretted changing it to a smaller clinic and going for pediatrics instead of the E.R.
Especially when she had a team like hers.
She rounded the corner to reach the nurse's pod, already sliding her tote bag off her shoulder as she heard a resounding chorus of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRIS!"
It was enough to slam the breaks on the tangle of thoughts racing through her mind, allowing her to take in the streamers and glittery purple birthday banner hanging up over the pod, along with a few gift bags on her desk and her three fellow nurses -- Emi, Reagan and Parker -- standing there with little party hats and bright smiles.
Iris relaxed, dropping her tote by her chair. "Thanks. You guys didn't have to do all this," she said with a small smile, going to sit down. "Honestly."
"Ah, hush," Parker told her with an eyeroll, as he walked over to put a purple and yellow hat on her. "Of course we did. We do everyone's birthday, because we're awesome like that, remember?"
The blonde hummed teasingly. "You sure about that, Park?"
Reagan scoffed. "Hey, play nice you two."
Emi bounded over with a large container of cupcakes, popping open the lid. "We got a variety pack," she explained, handing one over to Iris. "They were out of birthday candles though -- which is weird, but, it's the thought that counts, right?"
"It is." Iris smiled softly, glancing down at the confection.
A pang of sadness hit her, an ache lingering in her chest, one she masked fairly well.
"Cupcakes, huh?" She had asked, cocking a brow as she looked at the box.
Alister scoffed, giving a faint smile. "It's your birthday, isn't it, nerd?" he said. "Besides, you said you like them more than actual cakes."
She blinked. "Guess I did, didn't I." She picked up one, going to peel the liner off of it. "But, thanks, Alister. This is really sweet of you."
"Eh. I wanted to do -- something --" the redhead stared at her in confusion, before crinkling up his nose. "What in the world are you doing?"
"Hm?" She cocked her head slightly, before glancing back down to the cupcake as she finished twisting the top off. She flipped it over, letting the frosting sit in between the bits of cake, essentially turning it into a cake sandwich of sorts. "It's less messy this way. You don't get frosting up your nose when you eat it like this."
He remained silent, but she could see his eyes squint for a minute before he picked up a cupcake himself. "I don't know whether to be impressed or disturbed. Leaning towards the latter."
Iris swallowed her bite, about to make a smart comment, but a flicker of mischief sparked inside of her as he went to take a bite. She reached over to place her hand on the bottom of it, shoving it ever so slightly up and he jerked back as the frosting reached his nose. She smirked. "Oops," she teased. "Guess that's what you get for not eating it the clearly superior way."
He clicked his tongue, gaze flicking up and down her form with his lips drawing into a thin line. "Uh-huh."
The thing with Alister was that he was not above payback. And his reflexes were faster than hers. So, it shouldn't have been a surprise that within a second, her cupcake had been shoved onto her face, cake crumbs and frosting smearing across her mouth. "Hey!"
"Guess you shouldn't eat it like a crazy person." He shot back, with a smirk of his own.
There was an unmistakable spark of a challenge in both of their eyes. Then, the next thing she knew, it erupted into a full scale two person food fight, both of them shoving or flinging cupcakes and whatever other food they could grab at each other.
She couldn’t for the life of her fully figure out what took over them. But, by the end of it, they were sitting on the kitchen floor, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
"You know, for someone wanting to minimize the mess, you certainly made a giant one." Alister pointed out, flatly.
She nudged him, rolling her eyes. "That you contributed to."
"In retaliation," he defended, reaching up on the counter to grab the roll of paper towels, going to wipe at least some of the mess away. "We're both going to need serious showers after this."
"Something tells me I'm gonna be cleaning cupcakes out of here for a while."
"No shit, sherlock." He tore off another towel, and reached over, using it to gently wipe some frosting off of her cheek, fingers grazing against her skin. They both froze, eyes locked onto each other for a long moment before Alister ultimately cleared his throat, handing the paper towel over to her instead.
Iris darted her gaze herself, going to lean back against the counter as she went to get the rest of it off her face. "...The cupcakes were a good idea though. I like them."
"Went to a new bakery in town," he shrugged, nonchalantly, still not turning. "Figured they were worth a shot." He snorted. "I may do something different next year, though."
She laughed. "We should probably agree to do non-food gifts from here on out. We clearly should not be trusted."
"Agreed," he nodded. Finally, he glanced back over to her. His expression softened for a moment. "...How about flowers for next year?"
"Preparing me in advance, huh?"
"Well, look where surprises got us. Nerd."
"Dork." she gave a faint smile. "...But, flowers are nice. And from here on out, I'll get you books for yours."
He hesitated. "I…haven't celebrated in a long time. Besides, you don't know when mine is."
Iris pulled her knee close to her chest. Alister didn't talk much about his past. It was a subject he seemed to actively avoid, other than a brief mention of having a brother. She never pressed him out of respect. "I could find out, easily," she pointed out. He went to shoot her a look, and she instead shrugged. "Or, if you don't want to say the real date, I'll decide on one myself. Just because you haven't celebrated doesn't mean you don't deserve to."
Alister went quiet, watching her for a moment before finally closing his eyes, giving a faint smile. "Fine. Books for me," he agreed. Then, after another moment, "But, you're getting the sparkliest Barbie card I can find with your flowers."
"Alright. You're getting a Paw Patrol one."
"Deal."
"...Iris? Yo, earth to space cadet, you in there?"
The blonde shook herself from her thoughts, going to look back at the cupcake, twisting off the top as she always did. "Sorry. Just thinking about…stuff." she finished assembling her cupcake sandwich, going to take a bite.
Parker shook his head with a grin. "You eat cupcakes the weirdest way."
Iris smirked, giving an almost bittersweet chuckle. "The last guy who told me that got frosting shoved up his nose."
That last guy had been someone she hadn't seen or heard from in the couple of months following what had happened with the Orichalcos.
It was still…difficult adjusting to his absence. The anger hadn't lasted. Not when she found out everything surrounding why he was doing what he was doing. His brother, his parents, the war…he was fighting for reasons she could never blame anyone for.
It hurt more that she didn't think she'd ever see him again after he disappeared from the hospital.
But you've got too much on your plate to think about it right now.
She glanced over to her screen as she logged in, seeing the day's schedule. "Alright, my first patient's here." She quickly finished her cupcake before scooting her chair out. "I'll be back in a bit."
♤♤♤
The day had gone by surprisingly well for a Monday. They hadn't had any double bookings on the schedule, patients were relatively routine. But, she knew better than to jinx herself by saying it out loud.
Lunchtime rolled around for the clinic and she sat at her desk with her tupperware container of stir fry, eyes still glued to her screen as she chatted away with her little group, until she saw Julia, one of the receptionists, placing a vase of flowers on her desk. "Special delivery!"
She blinked, looking it over. It was a beautiful arrangement, for sure, one that came from the local flower shop from what the tag said. There were pink carnations, lily of the valleys, blue hyacinths and peonies.
"Ooo, who got you those?" Emi asked, poking over to stand by her, looking them over.
Iris shook her head. "No idea." she spotted a white envelope tucked into the bouquet, picking it up to find something that took the breath out of her body.
A pink Barbie card, with the age crossed out in sharpie, her newly turned age written in its place. She quickly opened the card, only to find a simple Happy birthday Iris. on the inside. Nothing more, nothing less.
He's okay.
She couldn't ask for a better birthday present than that.
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cryingcow · 4 years ago
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Rikiya, Kiryu, & Haruka - Rikiya’s Lonely Struggle [RGGO]
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 .
This month’s RGG Online dice event features Rikiya! I was in a Y3 mood lately so I went and did this first :D
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Apparently they’re called Sugoroku events. This one is 6 chapters long, including the prologue and epilogue, so I’ll be splitting it into 3 parts. Enjoy the sight of Rikiya in the Dragon Engine now since Yakuza Kiwami 3 might not be coming for a long time :’(
This story feels like a subtle way to attract tourists to Okinawa, what with the food specialties, the lessons in Okinawan slang (that I skipped over in here), and this banner:
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Just look at that winning Dad smile! Don’t you wish you were in Okinawa right now?
Click on for the Prologue, Chapter 1 + Rikiya’s Side Comments!
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Rikiya’s Side Comments
During the course of rolling around the board, Rikiya comments on various stuff and people.
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Rikiya’s comments on objects:
Habu (Pit Viper) – “The venom of habus isn’t that strong, but they fight without fear of what kind of opponent they’re up against. How cool is that?”
Ryukyu City – “Isn’t it such a lively city? All the people here are nice. That’s why it’s my job to protect it.”
Jewel? [in-game item] – “Is this a jewel that I thought I saw fall? Haa~, it’s color is like that of the sea. It’s a waste to sell it off.”
Great dice [in-game item] – “Hey this is amazing! The same number of eyes appear no matter how many times you shake it. Hehe, let’s trick Mikio with this.”
Rikiya’s comments on people:
Patriarch Nakahara – “He’s stubborn, old-fashioned, and strange. But when he makes up his mind to do something, he does it. That’s my boss.”
Mikio – “I want to keep them smiling. I’m going to protect this group with him, so I’m going to be firm.”
Young Lady (Saki) – “She’s not good at speaking, but well, I’m not good at studying, it’s the same thing. Everyone knows how good the young lady is.”
Kiryu-no-aniki – “To think there’s a person out there like my patriarch . . . the world really is big!”
Haruka-chan – “She’s a small but firm child. There’s a lot of things going on. I want to help you keep them away.”
Ayako – “She’s a smart girl, so I don’t have to worry about her. Do you want company in your running practice?”
Koji – “He’s bright, gentle, and he exercises. Isn’t he popular in school? That’s good . . .”
Taichi – “Jeez, just because you like professional wrestling doesn’t mean I’m a lariat! I thought I was going to die . . .”
Mitsuo – “The one who knows pain can understand the pain of others. You’re already a good man.”
Riona – “Hehe, getting along with Mitsuo? It seems that Mitsuo will be laid out on his butt in another 10 years. That hurts! Don’t hit me!”
Shiro – “A great guy who can study with me. All you need is a handful of courage. Please support Morning Glory.”
Izumi – “I really like Mame. Take care of yourself when going on walks. Don’t forget to do your homework properly~?”
Eri – “I want to say that the house looks great, but that’s an adult’s excuse. One day, you’ll realize yourself.”
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PROLOGUE
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[Morning Glory Orphanage]
Haruka: “So you’ve never tried eating it yet, Ojiisan?”
Kiryu: “Yeah. I see it in the supermarket often, but I usually just pick up a familiar fish.”
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Rikiya: “Nice to see you! Aniki and Haruka-chan!”
Kiryu: “Oh, Rikiya.”
Rikiya: “What were you two talking about?”
Haruka: “Rikiya-san, have you ever eaten a fish called ‘Gurukun’?”
Rikiya: “Of course I have! Gurukun is a fish that represents Okinawa! It’s also called ‘Takasago’ in the mainland, right?”
Kiryu: “That’s correct, but it’s not that famous in the mainland. I’ve never tried it out yet.”
Rikiya: “You’re kidding?! You can’t live in Okinawa without eating gurukun! Alright, how about the three of us head to the public market right now! There’s lots of fresh fish there!”
Kiryu: “We’re going to the market now?”
Rikiya: “Yes! I’ll be your guide!”
Kiryu: “I’m sorry. Haruka and I have something to do after this . . .”
Rikiya: “Something to do . . . then I’ll go run down to the market myself and buy you that gurukun!”
Kiryu: “Would that be alright? Sorry.”
Rikiya: “We can go to the market together next time when you have the time. More than the fish, I want Aniki to experience the kindness of the people in the market.”
Kiryu: “The kindness of the people in the market?”
Rikiya: “Yeah. Do the people at the market look scary at first glance?”
Kiryu: “Apart from the shops for tourists, there certainly is a cold atmosphere at first glance. Especially towards strangers like me.”
Rikiya: “They’re just workers who are bad at meeting new people. But actually everyone is kind, be they mainland people or Okinawa people!”
Kiryu: “Is that so. In that case, I’ll be looking forward to going to the market with you as my guide.”
Rikiya: “Well then, I’m going to run now!”
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[Public Market]
Fish Seller A: “Hey, welcome~!”
Rikiya: “Hey!”
Fish Seller A: “Oh, Rikiya. What is it?”
Rikiya: “Do you have gurukun? I want a very fresh one.”
Fish Seller A: “Oh, we have just the right one! But it’s unusual for you to be cooking.”
Rikiya: “It’s not for me. I want to feed everyone at Morning Glory.”
Fish Seller A: “Morning Glory . . . ?”
Rikiya: “It’s an orphanage by the beach. My Aniki Kiryu-san is the caretaker.”
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Fish Seller A: “Kiryu . . .”
Rikiya: “Give me all that gurukun you have. How much will it be?”
Fish Seller A: “Oh, uh, I just remembered that these gurukun have been reserved for another customer! Go hit up the other stalls!”
Rikiya: “What . . . Jeez. Whatever, I’ll try another store!”
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Rikiya: “Oh! How are you doing?”
Fish Seller B: “Oh, Riki-chan.”
Rikiya: “Oh, you have gurukun. It’s not reserved for anyone, is it?”
Fish Seller B: “Yeah, they’re all for sale.”
Rikiya: “Alright! Now I can feed Kiryu-no-aniki!”
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Fish Seller B: “Kiryu-no-aniki . . . ?!”
Rikiya: “Oh, do you know him? Kiryu Kazuma. He’s my Aniki!”
Fish Seller B: “Go home!”
Rikiya: “Eh?”
Fish Seller B: “The store is closed today! Go away!”
Rikiya: “Wh-What the hell . . . ?! Just like with the previous store, his attitude completely changed when I mentioned Kiryu-no-aniki’s name . . . ??”
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Woman Passing By: “Just now, did you just say Kiryu . . . ?”
Rikiya: “Yeah. Do you know him Ma’am?”
Woman Passing By: “I overheard from someone in the market . . . that Kiryu Kazuma is trying to take over the place . . .”
Rikiya: “Aniki taking over the market?? What does that even mean??”
Woman Passing By: “I don’t know all the details, but that’s the rumor everyone’s been gossiping about. Look . . .”
{The woman points at two vendors talking.}
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Meat Vendor: “Isn’t the Ryudo Family the enforcers of the market? Even if Kiryu attacks, the Ryudo Family will protect us, right?”
Greengrocer: “Idiot, the Ryudo Family can’t beat Kiryu. There’s a Tsukiji Market in Tokyo, and rumor has it Kiryu took over Tsukiji overnight.”
Meat Vendor: “Really! Then a small market like ours . . .”
Greengrocer: “Yeah, we’ll be taken over in one hour, tops. By Kiryu alone.”
Meat Vendor: “If that happens, I’ll stab Kiryu! When I see him next time, I’ll use this butcher knife, no questions asked . . . !”
Greengrocer: “Lay off. The guy who opposed Kiryu at Tsukiji was rumored to have been sold as cheap minced meat.”
Meat Vendor: “What a horrible bastard . . . ! The mainlanders are truly dreadful!”
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Woman Passing By: “For the past week, the market’s been plagued by this rumor.”
Rikiya: “My Aniki taking over the public market?? Who’s been spreading these rumors?!”
Woman Passing By: “Well, there’s no smoke without fire.”
Rikiya: “Eh? What do you mean?”
Woman Passing By: “No, it’s nothing. Please excuse me . . .”
Rikiya: “What? That woman . . . ?”
{Rikiya’s phone rings. He answers.}
Rikiya: “Ah, Aniki! What is it?”
Kiryu: “My errand with Haruka ended earlier than expected. I’m heading to the market right now.”
Rikiya: “Ah, no, no! Don’t come here Aniki!”
Kiryu: “Why?”
Rikiya: “Well, the . . . the gurukan is sold out!”
Kiryu: “Is that so. Well we can walk around the market. I want to see this kindness of the people with you as my guide.”
Rikiya: “Sorry! I’ve left the market, I’m on my way back home to Morning Glory! Let’s just go to the market together some other day!”
Kiryu: “I see. I guess we’ll save the fun for next time . . . be careful in going home.”
{Kiryu hangs up.}
Rikiya: “My bad! This is dangerous . . . Aniki, looking forward to interacting with the people in the market . . . I was the one who made him expect it in the first place . . . I can’t say ‘the market is full of bad rumors about Aniki’. What do I do . . . ? Can I convince the people otherwise one by one? That’ll take a long time . . . But why did weird rumors pop up? I guess because my Aniki is a mainlander . . .”
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Rikiya: “For the time being, I should head back to Morning Glory. My Aniki will be suspicious if I’m late . . .”
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CHAPTER 1
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[Morning Glory Orphanage]
Rikiya: (In the end, a week passed without me taking any measures against the rumors about Aniki spreading through the market . . . Well, it’s better to wait for the rumors to disappear on their own than panic. As the saying goes, ‘people’s rumors last 75 days’ . . . Hm? How many months is 75 days? That’s long . . .)
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Haruka: “Rikiya-san, it’s a shame the gurukan was sold out last time.”
Rikiya: “Well, that’s how delicious the fish is!”
Haruka: “I’m looking forward to the day I can eat it! Now more than ever I’m interested in Okinawan food. Rikiya-san, do you know Soki?”
Rikiya: “Of course. It’s an Okinawan specialty made of stewed pork and bones. It’s delicious!”
Haruka: “The soki that Ojiisan ate a year ago was very delicious. I was going to buy Ojiisan’s soki today, but I wanted to go with you.”
Rikiya: “Oh, that’s good. Where’s this store? I want to know what soki Aniki is beating his drum for.”
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Kiryu: “It’s in the market.”
Rikiya: “Ah, Aniki. I understand. It’s in the . . .”
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Rikiya: “Th-The market?!”
Kiryu: “It would be nice to explore the market under your guidance. Interacting with the people in the market . . .”
Rikiya: “N-No! Two people shouldn’t go to the market together!”
Kiryu: “Why?”
Rikiya: “Why . . . that’s . . . ! It’s really hot out today! If a person from the mainland goes outside on a day like this, they’d get a heatstroke in seconds! So I’ll be the one to buy soki for the two of you, just wait! Hey Haruka-chan, lend me that shopping bag!”
{Rikiya takes the shopping bag out of Haruka’s hands and runs off.}
Kiryu: “What a strange guy . . .”
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[Public Market]
Rikiya: “This is bad. It’s only a matter of time before Aniki and Haruka-chan come to the market . . . For now, let’s listen in to the conversations of the people of the market to see the current state of the rumors.”
{Rikiya casually eavesdrops on everyone.}
Rikiya: “Unexpectedly, the rumors seem to have died down . . .”
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Greengrocer: “The story that Kiryu is taking over the market alone was just that. Apparently it wasn’t a real story.”
Meat Vendor: “That’s true. If you think about it with a calm head, it’s impossible, taking over the market alone.”
Greengrocer: “Right. Apparently Kiryu is taking over markets with his friends.”
Meat Vendor: “With friends . . . ?! Who?”
Greengrocer: “The young captain of the Ryudo Family . . . Rikiya.”
Meat Vendor: “Ah! Yeah, that guy’s always hanging out with Kiryu these days!”
Greengrocer: “Right? Rikiya’s been completely brainwashed by Kiryu.”
Meat Vendor: “Then that means Kiryu and Rikiya will strike soon?!”
Greengrocer: “Yeah, no mistake . . .”
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Rikiya: “Oi! Knock it off!”
Greengrocer: “Ri-Rikiya! Are you making your attack already?!”
Rikiya: “You idiots. Aniki brainwashing me? Taking over the market? He’ll never do that! It’s all a hoax!”
Greengrocer: “But before, you loved Okinawa more than anyone else, and would never even think about wagging your tail for a mainlander! And calling Kiryu your aniki, that’s clearly brainwashing!”
Rikiya: “You’re wrong! I just fell in love with my Aniki’s honourable spirit! Kiryu-no-aniki is a real man among men!”
Greengrocer: “Look, Rikiya’s eyes . . . ! They’re the same as the eyes of my cousin who got pulled into a new religion!”
Meat Vendor: “This guy’s already been brainwashed . . . ! He’s going to attack with Kiryu soon!”
Greengrocer: “I’ll be out of business, and Kiryu will suck on my bones!”
Rikiya: “Don’t be scared, you guys. I know Kiryu-no-aniki has a fearsome appearance . . . “
Meat Vendor: “Hey! Look over there!”
Greengrocer: “Ki-Ki-Kiryu . . .”
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Haruka: “The market is really lively, Ojiisan.”
Kiryu: “Yeah . . .”
Haruka: “But is it really that good?”
Kiryu: “You should look forward to it. You can even suck on all the bones . . .”
Rikiya: “Wait, Aniki! What are you doing here!”
Kiryu: “Because you came here all alone . . .”
{People are screaming around the market.}
Meat Vendor: “Hurry up and run away everyone! Or you’ll be killed!”
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Haruka: “What’s going on? Why is everyone in the market running away somewhere?”
Kiryu: “Did something happen?”
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Rikiya: “This is, uh . . . a disaster drill!”
Kiryu: “Disaster prevention training?”
Rikiya: “Yes. Practicing to avoid getting killed by disaster . . . that’s why you can’t shop today!”
Kiryu: “Well, that’s a shame. I wanted to eat the ‘cartilage soki’ I had eaten here before.”
Rikiya: “Cartilage soki . . .”
Kiryu: “It was stewed so well, you can even eat the bones. It was excellent.”
Rikiya: “Then when the drill is over, I’ll buy some and bring it home, so please go now Aniki.”
Kiryu: “Oh. I don’t want to get in the way of the drill. Let’s go home, Haruka.”
Haruka: “Yup. See you, Rikiya-san.”
{Kiryu and Haruka leaves.}
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Rikiya: “Phew . . . that was dangerous . . .”
Greengrocer: “What? Is that bastard Kiryu leaving? Did he just come here for reconnaissance, only to come back at a later date . . .”
Rikiya: “So, now you know it’s a hoax.”
Greengrocer: “No, I heard it! Kiryu said he came to the market to ‘suck all the bones’!”
Rikiya: “No, Aniki was talking about soki . . .”
Greengrocer: “Don’t tell such a transparent lie!”
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Hooligan A: “Oi, you, where’s Kiryu?”
Rikiya: “What? These bastards . . .”
Hooligan B: “We’re bouncers. We were hired to protect this market from Kiryu.”
Rikiya: “Hired by who?”
Hooligan A: “I don’t think that has anything to do with you. Is Kiryu coming or not? Where is he?”
Greengrocer: “He just left the market.”
Hooligan A: “Alright, I’ll chase after him!”
Rikiya: “Wait, my Aniki isn’t taking over the market!”
Hooligan A: “Hey I remember, you’re Rikiya, the one who’s been brainwashed by Kiryu! I don’t believe a word you’re saying! Get out of here!”
Rikiya: “If you’re really going to chase after Aniki, you can do so only if you beat me.”
Hooligan B: “Hmph, this kid is crazy! But this is Kiryu’s friend! Do it!”
{Rikiya kicks the crap out of the hooligans.}
Rikiya: “Tell me before I hit you again, where and when were you hired as bouncers?”
Hooligan A: “The market’s . . . Youth Club . . .”
Rikiya: “Youth Club?”
Greengrocer: “It’s a union of young people working together in the market. Although they’re rough, they’re more enthusiastic about the market than anyone.”
Meat Vendor: “Yes, yes. The Youth Club members knew about Kiryu’s invasion before anyone else.”
Rikiya: “Wait, so the source of the rumor is that Youth Club?”
Meat Vendor: “Well, I don’t remember much, but I don’t think the Youth Club started it . . .”
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Rikiya: (If the Youth Club is spreading rumors, what for . . . ? Do I want to get in now and find the truth? No. First I have to buy cartilage soki for my Aniki and go home. If I linger too much, he’ll come back to the market again . . .)
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Look at the new Kiryu card, living his best life in Okinawa with his orphans T^T
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multiverse-swampy · 3 years ago
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Questions and form made by @goddess-of-war-nyka
1. Introduce your summoner. –
Name: Swampy Age: 30 Height: 5′8″ Weight: 200~lbs Sexuality: Asexual Eye Color: Grey Blue Hair Color: Brown Nationality: Fantasian Hobbies: Drawing, Gaming, Singing, Sleeping
2. How did they come to Askr?
“I was actually relaxing in the Smash Mansion. A portal opened underneath me and I was dropped in... and then landed in the grass of an unknown world... which happened to be Askr and the Zenith world.”
3. What are their favorite hobbies? –
“Drawing, sleeping, sometimes singing.”
4. Does your summoner have any bad habits that the heroes try to help them through? –
”Well, I do have a pessimistic outlook and I’m generally a shy person... and I’m hard to come out of my shell. I had a firm belief that all people were bad, and only seek to use and abuse others for selfish gain. And I don’t think I speak very well. Oh, and randomly cracking joints. That’s a bad habit. And being autistic.”
5. How close is your summoner to their heroes? –
“I’d say I’m friends with most at this point.”
6. Does your summoner struggle with being a tactician? –
”Yeah. This whole game of war chess was something new to me and had to learn...”
7. How did your summoner react during their first time summoning? –
”Huh. Is that how this thing works? Weird.”
8. How does your summoner react to summoning now? –
“That time again? Alright.”
9. How well do they adjust to life in Askr? –
“The lack of technology scared me at first, so it was very slow to adjust and get to know people.
10. How long have they been a summoner? –
“Over two years now.”
11. Who’s your summoner’s main team? –
"Babby Caeda, Brave Eliwood, Legendary Edelgard, and Summer Rhys.”
12. Who’s your summoner’s S support? –
"Brave Claude. My boo~.”
13. How was your Summoner and ally support building to S support?–
“Slow burn for sure. I do believe we both have walls to break down. Generally quality time and doing general activities together helps with trust.”
14. How many allies have S support with your summoner? –
”Uhh... I think... five? Dream Male Corrin, Legendary Ike, Eirika (my BFF), Male Byleth, and currently now, Brave Claude.”
15. What are your top 4 ally x ally supports? –
“Let me think... Eirika X Seth Joshua X Natasha Quan X Ethlyn Brave Dimitri X Brave Claude ... Yeah, I think those ones fit.”
16. What does your summoner miss from home? –
“Technology, mostly. Stuff that made life so much easier generally.”
17. If they could bring one thing from home with them what would it be? –
“Like, a personal item? I think my satchel. I know Askr could provide me with another one, but I’m a bit hesitant to ask.”
18. Is your summoner’s robe unique? –
“Well, yes, given my wings, tail, horns... ears. I have an outfit for hot, mild and cold weather as well. I think the one thing that stands out, it has an Askr style heart on each shoulder and a big one on the back.”
19. Who are your fellow summoner friends? –
“Kiran, Mizuki, Olivander, Mercury, Razor, Aqua... Uh, I think I’m missing some more.”
20. What does your summoner wear if during their down time? –
“Things that are comfortable and fireproof. Shirt and pants/shorts are typically fine for me. Nothing too overly complicated.”
21. How do they handle merging heroes or sending them home? –
“I send most three star heroes home, while merging Heroes doesn’t bother me.”
22. What abilities/weapons do they have? –
“Outside of my Axe and Dire Breidablik, I can use my own claws and flame breath. I can also fly and use my wide array of trinkets from other worlds to help me out here.”
23. Would your summoner like to know magic? –
"Nah. No real need for it.”
24. Are they able to hold their own in a fight? –
"I could in theory, though Alfonse doesn’t want me to fight since he’s a worrywart and doesn’t want me dying on him... Which... is a fair concern.”
25. How many heroes have you acquired? –
"Over 400. Don’t make me count...”
26. What book has been the hardest? Emotional or battle-wise. –
“That one chapter when Freyja was giving me an onslaught... I remember barely clearing that cursed chapter...”
27. If your summoner went into battle what would be there class? –
“Axe Infantry or Flyer. Maybe a Green Dragon.”
28. Are there any heroes they clash with? –
”Huhm... I suppose that would go to Valter. He’s such a possessive madman, but I’ve grown used to his behavior over the years. Him calling me his “little bunny”... He gets worse when he becomes a naga... such a clingy snake.”
29. Which hero have you pumped more into? –
“... Unfortunately, that would also have to be Valter.”
30. Which hero do you get a lot of while summoning? –
“I uh... never really paid attention to that to be honest.”
31. Which heroes have they adopted? –
"Actually none, it’s more the other way around! By Fel and Lif, and by Byleth and Edelgard.”
32. Do they participate in voting gauntlets? –
“Yeah. Mostly for the awards and bonding time with my boo.”
33. How do they handle their orbs? –
“I do try to save them for legend dairy and mythic banners, unless there’s a special event with a higher summon rate.”
34. What hero do you wanna see in Fire Emblem Heroes? –
“Whoever is currently missing from Sacred Stones. I would like to see Glen, despite the clashing that might occur...”
35. Will your summoner stay in Askr? Nifl? Muspell? Hel? Embla? –
"Probably will stay in Askr, if they’ll allow me. I do enjoy the cold of Nifl though, though the goddess is... kinda... distant.”
36. What is your Summoner life like years later if they stayed? Askr. Nifl. Muspell. Hel. Embla. –
“I think I’d be mostly the same, while maintaining peace.”
37. Summoner’s family reacting to your summoner’s significant other?–
”Eh, I’m not sure. They’ll worry for my safety for sure, since I’m... not normal. When they know they mean well, I’m sure they’ll relax, but check up on me time to time.”
38. In a twist of fate, if your summoner could change one thing what would it be? –
“Probably sparing Freyr of his death or curing Bruno and Veronica of their blood thirst.“
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angelofhell-666 · 5 years ago
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“That’s my granddaughter Bucky....” part 4
This is a long one guys i apologize. i really hope yall like how this turns out. there will be a few more parts. then the series will really begin.
Bucky x reader, Steve x granddaughter!reader
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Almost a month has gone by since everyone came back from the snap. It took a while for everything to go back to normal. Well as close to normal as possible.
I decided to not take up a job at the moment to just stay at home with gramps and help him since he was now 5 years older and looked frail.
I tossed and turned all night. When I looked at the time it was about 5:20 am so I decided to get up and make a pot of coffee.
I poured in into my favorite mug, which of course was a captain America one, and sat out on the back deck.
Gramps lived in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn and it had a backyard but was small. When my parents would come home they only had a small apartment and would only be home for a short time. Gramps didn’t want me to grow up in a small place like he did when he was a kid so he took me in. And also because I was an accident baby so my parents pretty much gave me up to him and grandma when I was an infant.
I was watching as the sky turned from the dark blue color as I saw strikes of orange come in showing that the sun was rising.
My thoughts kept going back to Bucky. After I came back from fighting with them, the following weeks I asked about everyone. I had a lot of questions about Bucky. He told me his story and how he pretty much just starting living his life after Wakanda. They helped him get the Winter Soldier out of his head so now he can finally be a normal person.
Gramps always thought the best of people and if they deserved to be saved, then they must have a great heart. I sure hope to see him one day.
My thoughts were pulled from me when I heard Gramps, “I thought I was the only one to wake up this early.”
I looked up at him as he came with a cup of coffee and sat down on the steps next to me.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I looked back out at the sun coming up.
“I can tell by the dark circles under your eyes that you haven’t been able to sleep for a while.” He spoke in between sips. “What’s on your mind Sparky?”
I sighed and finished my coffee and put the mug down, “I’m not actually sure anymore.”
“Want to come for a ride with me today? I have some friends to visit.”
I looked over at him, “Are you only asking me because you want me to drive you?” I smiled up at him.
He smiled back, “Well that to. But I want you to see something. Someone’s going to need you today.”
“Everytime you say that, something bad happens or I have to fight a bunch of aliens.” I laughed.
“No this time it’s good. For you at least.” He grabbed my hand.
8 o clock rolled around and after I made us breakfast I went and changed into a pair of dark jeans and a white t shirt.
We jumped in the car and took off out of the city. He put the GPS on and just told me to follow it.
A few hours later and we arrived at our destination. I didn’t remember the place being this trashed the last time I was here. It was what was left of the fight.
“Remember, they don’t know who you really are. Well, someone might figure it out.” He spoke before he opened the door.
We got out and in the distance I see a few people standing around some platform.
“Im going to sit at the lake. I want you to go by them.” He let go of my hand.
“Are you sure gramps?”
“Yes. Now go. And go with your gut instinct.” he came down and kissed my cheek.
“uh…okay.” He smiled softly and started to walk towards the lake.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the group.
They must have heard me coming because they all stopped and looked towards me. I saw gramps standing next to the hulk wearing a weird white suit of sorts with a briefcase by his feet and some kind of spear.
“I thought we’d never see ya again Sparky!” Sam yelled out.
“How’d you know where we were?” Young gramps spoke up.
I had to come up with something. Gramps voice echoed in my head. Go with your gut instinct.
“I had a feeling you guys were up to no good.” I spoke up.
“We have to return the infinity stones back to where they came from at the exact point in time.” Young gramps answered.
“Ah I see. So you guys figured out time travel huh?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m sorry he haven’t met. I’m Bruce Banner.” I walked over to him as he stuck out his huge hand.
“Sparky. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand and smiled up at him.
“I hope that isn’t your real name.” he said as he laughed.
“No thank god” I laughed back.
Standing so close to younger gramps he got a real close look at me. I see him looking at me with that same confused look he had a few weeks back at the fight. Only this time my face wasn’t so dirty I really hope he doesn’t suspect anything.
“So what are ya doin out here doll?” I heard Bucky speak up and step closer. I could feel my face turn hot from the nickname he just called me.
I looked down at my feet and laughed softly before looking at him. “Just coming to see how you all were holding up is all.”
“We’re holding. Steves about to return the stones so you get to witness time travel in action.” Sam spoke up.
I locked eye’s with gramps. This is it. This is when he goes back in time to stay with my grandma. I’ll never see gramps this young again. But then again he looks so much happier as my real gramps then he does younger. There’s so much hurt and tiredness in his eyes as I look into them right now.
I feel tears coming to my eyes when he speaks up.
“Are you okay Sparky?” he grabs both my arms.
I sniffle and wipe my tears, “Yea. I’ll be better in a few minutes.” I spoke in a low enough voice only for him to hear. “Do they know?”
He smiled softly, “Can you excuse us guys?”
Sam, Bucky, and Bruce nodded and gramps pulled me away from the group.
He turned to me when we were far enough away. “How did you find out?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Because I know things. Did you tell them?”
He put his hands on his hips and looked down quick before meeting my eyes again, “No. I’m not sure if it’s the right call to make. I’m just so tired and…I eh…missed a dance.”
“With Peggy?” I asked.
“Yea….how do you…are you another niece of hers I didn’t know about?”
I scoffed, “Yea you can say that. What’s the one reason you don’t want to stay?”
“eh I don’t know. The only reason would be because I got Buck back ya know? He’s my best friend and after all these years we are finally back. But…”
“But what?”
“I don’t know why im opening up to you.” He laughed, “maybe I’m just tired. And not thinking straight. I’m going to come back.”
Oh no. if he doesn’t stay in time then I wouldn’t exist. Would I disappear?
“Listen gramps, you can’t stay here just because you feel like you have to ya know? You need to finally do something for yourself. After all these years of fighting don’t you think you deserve a break? Or a life of your own? Bucky’s a grown man. I’m sure he would understand why.”
He looked up at me, “Ya know you really sound like her.”
“Who?” I laughed.
“Peggy.”
“Yea well she told you enough growing up.” I laughed. Not knowing what I just said aloud.
He looked at me confused, “Growing up?” then his eyes went wide.
“Wait your not…don’t tell me…my… daughter?” he asked in a hushed voice.
My eye’s went wide, “No not daughter…I’m your…eh…granddaughter.” I looked down.
Gramps is going to kill me. He told me not to tell him.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t suppose to-“ then I was cut off by young gramps crushing me in a hug.
Then I found myself hugging him back as tight as possible.
“thank you.” He said into my hair. he pulled away and grabbed the side of my face with both of his hands.
“for what?” I asked.
“For making realize that being selfish once in a while is a good thing.”
I chuckled, “And trust me. Those two bozos will be fine without you.” He let go of my face and we both looked over to Bucky and Sam.
They were standing next to each other and it looked like they were laughing and joking about something.
“Yea I sure hope so.” He let out a sigh and looks back at me. “As long as I have you in the future, I think I’ll be fine.”
“You will. Who do you think I take care of right now? My old man.” I elbowed him in his side.
“That’s not nice…” he laughed as he both started to walk back towards the group.
“It gets worse…” we both laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Sam asked as we got closer.
“Nothing but you birdman.” I spoke up.
Bruce started laughing, “Birdman! That’s a good one!”
“God dammit…” Sam mumbled.
Sam and Bucky came over and started to talk to Steve, “Have a safe trip man.” Sam told him.
“I will.” He turned to Bucky and brought him in for a short hug, “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”
As they ended the hug Bucky said, “How can I? your takin all the stupid with ya.”
I laughed at their childish bicker.
Gramps grabbed the spear and briefcase and walked up onto the platform.
Bruce yelled, “Initiating time travel in…”
I went over and stood next to Bucky.
“3…” Steve locked eyes with me and nodded. “2…” then his helmet went over his face. I smiled up at him. His eyes then flickered to Buck and he nodded to him. “1!”
Then there was a weird noise and he shrunk down and disappeared.
I locked eye’s with Bucky as we both walked away from the platform.
I heard Sam and Bruce making a commotion in the back ground but knew what was going on. It seemed like Bucky did to.
“You know he was leaving?” Bucky asked me as we both stopped.
“Mhmm. Call it an instinct.”
He turned to look at me, “So you here to join Sam and I?”
“I’m not sure.” I look over to the lake and see MY gramps sitting on a bench. “But I think you guys have a visitor.”
Bucky watched my eyes and follows them to where I’m looking off at. I turned to him and see he has a genuine smile on his mouth. He understands why gramps stayed back.
“Hey Sam….Sam!” Bucky yelled. Sam comes walking over and see’s what we are looking at. He looks at both of us and Bucky nods his head in the direction of gramps. Sam looks at us with his mouth dropped and slowly walks over the gramps. Buck and I stay back.
“I should get going…” I say as I turn to walk away.
He grabbed my arm softly before I can step away. I look back and meet his eyes.
“Am I actually ever going to see you again? And not for such a short time?” he has a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“I honestly hope so.” I smile at him.
Buck lets go of a breath he seems to be holding, “Because I sure hope Steve isn’t the only man who gets to be happy…”
My heart starts to beat a bit faster. Did he get the same feeling I do when we get so close to one another?
My breath gets caught in my throat, “I hope not…we will cross paths again. When the time is right ill find you guys.” And with that he let go of my arm and I patted his arm as I turned and walked back towards the car to wait for gramps.
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johannesviii · 5 years ago
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Top 12 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2000
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This was the hardest list to make so far, so yeah, it’s a top twelve because I felt disgusting cutting the last two songs. Oh well. Screw the rules.
I turned 12 that year! I had my own cd player, which was also a radio! I could make tapes and burn cds. I could even BUY cds too if I saved all my money for a couple of months! School wasn’t great, because of some bullies, but I still had some friends. I loved Pokemon and drawing in the park. Life felt good.
Music had never sounded better.
Disclaimers:
Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.
Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.
My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.
I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.
Not gonna lie, this list changed A LOT over the course of this post and I had to rearrange it several times. And then I gave up and changed it into a top 12. Also, this list of honorable mentions could almost make it a top 20 since several of these (half of them, actually) were on the top at some point.
All the small things (Blink 182) - I’m really glad these guys are still around today, to be honest. They always make me smile when I hear their new songs on the radio.
The Riddle (Gigi d’Agostino) - Love it, but it loses some of its appeal without the music video.
Lady (Modjo) - I claim overplay for this cut.
L’Alizé (Alizée) - More on that later.
Move your body (Eiffel 65) - Would have made the list in a more mediocre year, I swear.
Optimistique-moi (Mylène Farmer) - I literally said “self-care” before making this cut. Also the music video is great, it’s an artist trying to escape from some sort of nightmare circus, and a magician helps her. Very underrated music video.
Music (Madonna) - The most painful cut of all. I absolutely loved this song and how weird and disjointed and broken it sounded, and had it on several tapes. And yet there’s no room for it even with a top 12.
And now, the actual list. Warning: it starts with a curveball.
12 - J’pète les plombs (Disiz La Peste)
US: Not on the list / FR: #29
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A French rap song about a guy losing his job and being stuck in traffic and subsequently going postal.
Here’s the kicker, though. This guy was rapping for my city, and this music video was filmed mostly in the estate I was living in at the time! That McDonalds at the beginning? It was across the street! That bus stop was in front of high school! Heck, I painted the rocks in that park at the end several times already!
And it became a huge hit!! You have no idea how excited we were in middle school. Everyone knew the lyrics (translation here)! Even if some parts were very rude! We still loved it! We were quoting the entirety of the McDonalds part where the guy wants an egg in his sandwich and is ready to fire a harpoon to get it. “Désolé, il est midi et après midi eh ben l’mac morning c’est fini” was a goddamn meme here.
It would probably have been less funny if the singer didn’t look like a cute nerd, it turns the music video into a hilarious parody. Especially because instead of a gun, he’s menacing people with a harpoon, a giant wooden hammer and a water pistol.
Legends only.
11 - One More Time (Daft Punk)
US: Not on the list / FR: #30
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Around the World was a repetitive song, and while I kinda liked it, I didn’t quite get the hype around it at the time. But One More Time is a huge party, and everybody is invited, and all the drama stays at the door, and everyone just has a great time. And it has one of the most fitting music videos ever.
It’s a monster of a song, and even if it’s still a bit too repetitive to be listened to on a loop, it was a delight everytime it was on the radio. And it still is! Godspeed, Daft Punk.
10 - Innamoramento (Mylène Farmer)
US: Not on the list / FR: #91
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I really, really tried to keep her off the list. And I failed. Innamoramento, the album, is one of my favorite albums of one of my favorite French artists ever and I’m weak, and out of the five (five) singles out of that album, I only managed to leave two out of my top 10 lists.
This sounds absolutely fantastic. There’s no way I could kick it off the list, even to make room for a guy who was rapping for my estate. And not even for goddamn Daft Punk.
Kill me now.
9 - Absolutely (Nine Days)
US: #35 / FR: Not on the list
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I discovered this song in 2008 through a Silent Hill 3 AMV about Heather. Yeppppp. It’s here, and it’s still great 11 years later, and I love it, and this song was so good I put it on my playlist immediately and it stayed on it for several years.
The lyrics never really deliver their promise of telling a “story”, but it’s still a fantastic, bouncy, uplifting song, and it made my world better, and I have to thank that ephemeral band for that.
And I especially loved the very brief pause before the last “girl” in the song. Very relatable.
8 - J’en rêve encore (De Palmas)
US: Not on the list / FR: #27
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Listen. I have no idea what’s up with these specific chords, but they are the sound of a weird mix of nostalgia, anger and above all, discomfort. No other song has the exact colors this one has and no other broadcasts this very specific mixed feeling.
Too bad the lyrics are yet another breakup song, or more specifically a post-breakup song (even if the lyrics are very, very good ; I just checked who wrote them and it’s Jean-Jacques Goldman. I had no idea but now, I can definitely hear it), because the music is really something else. At least to me. Is anyone else hearing this?
7 - The Real Slim Shady (Eminem)
US: #51 / FR: #28
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Wow. Would you look at that. The ex angsty angry teenager loved Eminem. What a surprise, uh.
To be honest, I already genuinely liked this song as a kid even if I could only understand a few isolated parts and words, and the fact that this guy was pissed off and clearly being offensive, possibly towards everyone, was enough.
Now that I can understand the lyrics entirely, I obviously don’t endorse all of them (like the very backhanded argument for gay marriage. Jesus), but I can’t help it, this song still kicks ass. It would be dishonest to leave it out of the list. I loved it so much at the time. And I still enjoy it a lot.
6 - Natural Blues (Moby)
US: Not on the list. Not on any US year-end list actually. I thought it was big everywhere but no. What happened. / FR: #49
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There’s overplay, and then there’s “I keep hearing this song everywhere and yet I can never get enough of it, and I will sing it at school, and I will put it on tapes, and I will listen to it even when it’s not on the radio.”
If you asked me what the year 2000 sounded like, it sounded like Natural Blues. I genuinely can’t believe it’s not on the US year-end chart.
5 - Around the World (ATC)
US: Not on the list / FR: #48
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This has no right being this catchy without ever, ever becoming annoying. What kind of evil pact did you make to get this result. How.
4 - Jeune et Con (Saez)
US: Not on the list / FR: #70
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The title is “Young and Stupid”. It’s an extremely angry song against the establishment. Didn’t pay a lot of attention to it when it came out because well, I was 12, but I would drink up this kind of angry, angsty song only three/four years later. It has aged like fine wine too and feels like the ultimate ‘Ok Boomer’ song ; here’s a translation. It is brutal. You’re welcome.
If I had better taste this would be above the next two songs.
3 - Daddy DJ (Daddy DJ)
US: Not on the list / FR: #5
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As I said in the intro, I started to BUY music that year. I could pick what I wanted to own, as long as my parents thought the cds were appropriate.
So I went to the nearest record store. It was called “Madison” and had a chrome aesthetic, with neons and fluorescent 90s shit everywhere, and banners with band names on it, and somewhat menacing posters (the Iron Maiden ones looked scary). It was very intimidating.
And so, 12 years old Johannes, under dad’s supervision, picked the cd they wanted above all the other cds in the shop knowing THAT one wouldn’t make anyone angry at home, went towards the desk, slapped a lot of coins on it, and bought this, trying to look as fierce and determined a 12 y.o can, which isn’t much.
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It still slaps nearly twenty years later and I don’t regret a single thing. That’s all I have to say about Daddy DJ by Daddy DJ.
So I was making this list, feeling pretty good about putting Mylène Farmer so low on it, and I was like oh wow, I genuinely love all these other songs more than the two she released that year! This feels great. This is healing. This is progress. It also means the most controversial things on the list are a nerd threatening people with a water pistol and Eminem spouting his usual bullshit empty provocations. No big deal. It’s okay! Moving on.
What was the French #1 for that year, by the way? I can’t rememb-
OH SHIT OH F█CK
OH NO
2 - Moi Lolita (Alizée)
US: Not on the list / FR: #1
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Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.
Mylène Farmer wrote this for Alizée. Screw the entire universe. I want her off my lists but I can’t because I need to make them honestly.
“I’m not a sucker, I never bought the album AND I never bought these singles in a SHOP, I got them in a garage sale the next year for less that a quarter of the price”, says the person who is, in fact, clearly and definitely a sucker.
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How can a song be so horribly catchy and horribly controversial at the same time. HOW. It’s unfair. For some context about how controversial this is if you’re an English speaker, this is what would happen if Bad Guy by Billie Eilish was the catchiest shit in the world. This was almost #1 on my list before I noticed my actual #1 song made it pretty high on the French year-end list despite being mysteriously absent from the US one.
Also I’m glad the music video provides a mostly harmless context: this girl is supposed to babysit her little sister, but she went dancing in a club. And the little sister is looking after her instead. I’m saying “mostly” harmless because there’s that creepy guy who keeps watching her, as if the story was saying “you should not do this and you are putting yourself in danger and this will end horribly”. Which is a sentiment I can definitely get behind, and at the time, I was already highly skeptical about the message this song was sending even if I loved it. I’m just judging that through the comments I was writing next to it on my “favorite songs” lists (”leave your little sister out of this, Alizée”):
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Bonus: most relatable comment on the video by a mile.
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Same, my dude.
This is why the first album I bought was Daddy DJ and not that one or, uh, the next one.
1 - Stan (Eminem)
US: Not on the list either?? What happened. Why / FR: #18
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This song actually created a new English verb. Think about that for a second.
Also, until the end of my life, I will wonder why people suddenly decided, a couple of years ago, than “to stan” now meant “admiring a lot and being a huge fan of” instead of “being a creepy obsessed stalker and possibly dangerous”.
Anyhow.
I couldn’t understand one tenth of the lyrics at the time this was a hit, but I still sneakily put it on my tapes. I knew my parents disapproved. Oh, I liked it. I loved it. I adored it.
I was also terrified of it.
One of the only lines I clearly understood with my limited English was the “I’m your biggest fan” line, and how increasingly dangerous the guy sounded, and that Eminem was trying to answer him at the end but it was too late and he had already done some horrible shit.
This is a horror story in song form, it stays with you long after it’s over every time you listen to it, and it’s a rare and precious thing.
I’m still genuinely terrified after all these years, though.
Next up: another mix of embarrassing shit and valid stuff
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lavenderlattaes · 5 years ago
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pink sticky note. | kim taehyung
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⇒ summary: maybe all you ever really needed to get through a tiring day was a pink sticky note, a janitor’s closet, and a certain boyfriend named Kim Taehyung.
⇒ [high school! au]
⇒ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
⇒ word count: 2.3k words
⇒ genre: fluff
⇒ warnings: the cliché making out in a janitor’s closet lmao
⇒ note: hello, this has been sitting in my docs for weeks now, i almost forgot about it lol. ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! \ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ/
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You moved from room to room, checking in with the class Presidents, giving instructions and answering questions from the teachers with a tired smile on your face. The school’s biggest event — which was the school’s foundation anniversary — was set to happen in a week, and you were running around, getting things done before Friday rolled around.
It was currently 8:15 am on a Monday and while you would much rather want to be in class, listening to your teacher talk about the history of the Joseon Dynasty, you couldn’t. You were the student council President, and along with the rest of the student council, you were all completing your assigned tasks for the event.
“Hey, Y/N, I came to check on the banners at the gymnasium, and Mr. Jung just told me it isn’t set to arrive until Thursday.” Your Vice President, Park Jimin runs up to you, slightly out of breath, his pink hair flopping messily.
You sigh and open your clipboard that was clutched tightly in your left arm, running your index finger over the program. You click the top of your sign pen and scribble a few notes beside the stage setup design. You close the clipboard and look up at Jimin.
“That’s okay, we can stay until after school to work on it. Tell Jeongguk to gather his committee after classes on Thursday to set the stage up. I’ll go inform Jihyo to prepare the letter for it.” You inform Jimin, sending him a slightly tired but positive smile.
“Preferably around what time? Classes end at 3:30 for the seniors,” Jimin replies. “Then can we start working on it by 3:45? They can have a quick break then start on it until around 7, maybe?” You ask, and Jimin nods.
Jimin was your best friend before he was your Vice President so he sends one back and steps closer to you, wrapping you in a tight hug in the middle of the hallway.
“We can get through this, Y/N. Don’t stress out on it too much,” Jimin whispers, stroking your hair gently. You hum and rub your hands up and down his back comfortingly. You both needed that extra comfort.
“Thanks, Jimin. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He pulls away from the hug, holding you at arm’s length as he smirks.
“You’d probably still be single.” He winks and you laugh at him, bidding each other good bye before he dashes off in the opposite direction.
Immediately your thoughts drift off to your boyfriend as Jimin turns around the corner and disappears. You smile and head on over to your locker to get your journal where you wrote down all your important appointments and things to do.
On your way there, your Treasurer, Nayeon stops you.
“Y/N! I just came from the accounting office and they just told me they can’t release the funds today, we’ll have to wait until Tuesday afternoon,” Nayeon informs you, sighing.
You frown and run a hand through your hair. “But, why? I thought everything was already settled.”
“That’s what I thought too, but apparently they don’t hand out the funds on Mondays,” Nayeon rolls her eyes.
You sigh tiredly. “Sometimes, I really hate this school.” You groan and Nayeon just laughs, soon making you laugh along with her. As much as you want to thrash around, there’s nothing you can do since the school’s pretty firm when it comes to their conditions.
“So what will we do about this?” Nayeon asks, going back to business mode.
You purse your lips in thought before nodding. “We’ll just use whatever funds we have for now, we can have it reimbursed later on,” you answer and Nayeon nods.
She steps closer and gives you a hug. “I have to go make a few calls with the booths that’ll be setting up next week. I’ll see you around, Y/N!” Nayeon runs off again and you shout out a ‘bye!’ after her.
You turn around and continue your walk to your locker, immediately punching your code in tiredly. You sigh and get your journal out, when a bright pink sticky note catches your eye on the front cover.
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion because you don’t remember putting it there the day before or earlier at all. You only usually did that when you have urgent matters to attend to and you’re in a rush that you don’t have time to open your journal.
A confused smile makes its way onto your face when you read the handwriting and realize it’s not yours. It’s your boyfriend’s.
hit me up when you’re free, i need to see ü. luv u babe(๑・̑◡・̑๑)
You giggle at the cute drawing, closing your locker shut. You take your phone out from the coat pocket of your uniform. You check the time and it’s only 8:30 am.
While you’d much rather go see your boyfriend, you still had to put the school over him right now. Taehyung can wait.
You check your clipboard and cross out the things you’ve already done. You still have a lot left to do. You take a quick glance at your phone lockscreen— it was a dorky pic of you and Taehyung when you first got together last year. Instantly, you’re filled with motivation and tell yourself to push through the entire day.
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The hours fly by quickly and before you know it, it’s already around 3:30 pm. Most of your tasks for the day were done, and you only had an hour before school lets out.
You look down and see Taehyung’s sticky note still on the front cover of your journal. Scanning through your notes, you notice that you loaded yourself with too much tasks — some of it could’ve waited until tomorrow. Biting your lip, you decide to be a little bit selfish today.
You drop your stuff inside your locker and without a second thought — just so you don’t change your mind anymore, you take your phone out again and type out a message to Taehyung.
You: heeeey, I just finished my to-do list for today. Can we meet up? :3
Not long after you hit send, your phone beeps with Taehyung’s message.
my vantae♡: sure, im just developing a few more photos. im in the dark room :))
You: omw <3
my vantae♡: luv uuuuu
You: luv u too !
“You guys are so cheesy,” Jimin slings an arm around your shoulders and your throw your head back as you give him a side glance, glaring at him. Jimin pulls you with him and you start walking to the dark room.
“Oh shush, you’re the reason why we’re even together,” you jab his side with your finger and a laugh escapes from the adorable male beside you.
“So what are you lovebirds up to?” Jimin walks with you, looking over your shoulder to criticize your texts with Taehyung.
“I’m going to meet up with him in the dark room,” you lock your phone and put it back in your pocket as Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Dark room, eh?” You bump your hip with his, catching him off guard with the force and making him stumble to the side, momentarily bringing you along with him. You groan at your best friend’s antics and he just laughs at your reaction.
“He probably wants me to take a look at the photos for the event next week,” you reason and Jimin nods, a weird look on his to tell you that he’s clearly unconvinced.
“I know Taehyung, Y/N. But, okay sure. I’ll leave you guys to it. I have to go meet up with the hyungs. I need to confirm their setlist for next week,” Jimin tells you.
Jimin was talking about the legendary alumni of your school — Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon. They were fairly huge now with their music, and you wanted to invite them back for the anniversary.
“Okay, let me know how it goes.” You smile at your best friend and Jimin gives you a side hug.
“Say hi to Taehyung for me!” Jimin dashes off, again, and you shake your head, smiling.
You continue your trip to the dark room, looking down at your uniform as you tried to smooth out the creases that got all crumpled up with you running around all day. You fix your blouse and in the middle of tucking it in nicely, someone pulls you to the side.
Suddenly all you can see is darkness and —
“Taehyung?” Your eyes adjust to the dark room and you can faintly smell dust in the air, making you realize where you were: in the janitor’s closet.
How cliché.
“Hey, Y/N,” his deep, playful voice fills your ears and a smile creeps up your face.
“I missed you all day,” you lean into him and you take in his musky scent and the warmth of his body. Taehyung wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and all the stress and exhaustion from the day’s activities leave your body in an instant.
“Well, you were busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you and add to your stress,” Taehyung answers, kissing the top of your head.
Guilt washes over you and you pull away from the hug to look at him. Well, try to.
You cup his cheek and he immediately leans in to your touch, gazing at you with such an intensity you’re scared to look away.
“I’m sorry for being such a bad girlfriend lately. I’ve been neglecting you for the past two weeks now,” you apologize, rubbing his cheek with your thumb gently.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” Taehyung smiles at you and he leans in, kissing you softly.
You respond to the kiss beforing answering, “No, listen, Tae. I should’ve given you more attention, I should’ve—”
He cuts you off with another kiss, longer this time and with more force. You can never resist Taehyung’s kisses, and soon your arms are crawling up his chest, where they soon rest on his shoulders.
When you both pull away, you’re out of breath. You try to make out your boyfriend’s face in the dark room; even in this darkness, you can still trace the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the curl of his eyelashes, and the oh, so perfect shape of his lips.
Without another word, Taehyung leans in again, knocking the wind out of your lungs when he presses his lips to yours in a needy kiss. Your hands come to connect behind the nape of his neck, loosely playing with the ends of his hair. Taehyung moves impossibly closer to you, pressing you against the door, trapping you with his arms on both sides of your head. His right leg pushes in between your legs so he can move closer.
Detaching his lips from yours, he makes his way down to your jaw, then to your neck where he presses feather-like kisses all over.
Your hands move up to his hair, and you soon feel Taehyung mark a spot just below your collarbone.
“Tae, people are gonna see,” you manage to let out, and he shakes his head, tickling your skin as he continues to kiss you. “It’s covered underneath your blouse and coat,” Taehyung murmurs and you can just sigh.
When he’s done, Taehyung goes back up and captures your lips in another kiss, nibbling your lower lip softly, asking for access. You give in, and your legs soon start to feel like jelly. Before your legs can give out underneath you, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
The room is dark, but with you in Taehyung’s arms like that, it’s never been so vibrant.
When he finally pulls away, you’re both breathing heavily. Licking your bruised lips, you ask, “What was that for?”
Taehyung cups your face with both hands, stroking the apples of your cheeks gently as he gazed down at you.
“I just missed you, that’s all,” he replies simply, and you smile at him. He smiles back.
“I’m sorry for being so busy, I just wanted everything to be perfect for the event,” you apologize yet again and Taehyung shakes his head.
“I understand, love. There’s no need for you to explain. You shouldn’t even be in this closet with me right now, yeah? You should be out there, doing stuff for the event,” Taehyung remarks and this time, it’s your turn to shake your head.
You stand up on your toes and plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
“That can wait. Right now, I’m going to put the guy I love first.”
Taehyung giggles softly, kissing every spot on your face, making you smile. “Jimin’s going to tease you if he hears you.”
“He’s been teasing me since this morning,” you respond and Taehyung nuzzles his nose with yours.
“But I’m cool with it because if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here with you,” you confess and Taehyung kisses you gently.
“I love you, my President.”
You give him a gentle smile and stepping away from you, Taehyung takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.
“Come on. As much as I love being here in this closet with you, it’s starting to tickle my nose,” he admits, making you giggle.
“Oh yeah, why are we here? Weren’t you supposed to be printing out some photos in the dark room?” You ask and Taehyung laughs sheepishly.
“I was done an hour ago.”
You slap his shoulder and he laughs. “Tae! Jimin knew this was going to happen,” you mutter.
“Well, that just proves he knows me too well,” Taehyung responds and you shake your head fondly, smiling at him.
“Let’s go get some ice cream, yeah?” You rub his knuckles softly.
Taehyung’s boxy smile graces his features. “I’m fine with anything, as long as it’s with you.”
Taehyung opens the door and light fills your eyes when you both step out.
“You’re cheesy, Kim Taehyung.”
“I know.”
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tomarkstories · 5 years ago
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This time I cannot run
(So this is a re-post of an old tomark fic from like 2012 I took down a while ago)
A one-shot tomark fic. Mark knows that we know.
They knew. They totally knew. Was it really that obvious? They tried to joke about it all the time but apparently, some people looked right through them.
The venue was big. There was a balcony going across the room where the fans with seating tickets were. A banner (probably made of paper or fabric) was hanging from the middle of it. The big letters painted in black read ”JUST KISS HIM, TOM”.
This,
had gotten too far.
Tomark. Tomark exists. Tomark tomark tomark. It was everywhere on the internet. Small, moving pictures they called ”gifs” with him and Tom expressing their love for each other in interviews. Photos fans had worked hard on to change Skye’s face to Tom’s. ”Every AVA song is about Mark” and ”every +44 song is about Tom”. They had no idea how fucking right they were.
Mark once even read a fanfiction. A small story about himself and the sexiest man on earth, Thomas, obviously. It had been about how they took care of ”stuff” before a show. Had turned him on a lot.
Travis was almost done with his drum solo. His hip hop stuff both confused and amazed him and Tom since they weren’t into that stuff at all, but not even the biggest punk rock fan would disagree to the fact that watching Travis play those drums was extremely powerful and almost magical.
The crowd had been crazy that night at Brixton Academy. Those London people were always crazy. The band hadn’t been there for over one year. Rumours said they had sold out the show in only fifteen minutes. And that was huge if your name wasn’t Justin Bieber.
Another great thing about that one night was that Tom was sober. Not even a little drunk. This made his voice sound so much better, and he was still as funny as when he was drunk.
There it went. Travis pulled off his last beat and the venue went all dark while people screamed and screamed and applauded and screamed. It was time for Mark and Tom to get on stage again to finish the show off with Dammit followed by Family Reunion. Confetti would soon fill the room. Mark smiled because he knew it was the kids’ favourite part of the set. Jack always went crazy when the confetti started pumping out, he would even start dance some nights, and that kid was usually really shy about that kind of stuff.
Mark was just about to walk out on stage again when someone grabbed him by the wrist. He quickly turned around, expecting to face their backline guy.  It was Tom. He wore his Gibson around the neck and that big, crooky smile on the lips. ”Mark….” He said quietly, almost whispering, and smiled even bigger.
”What is it, Tom? We have to get out there again..” He answered and immediately felt very boring and grown up with that kind of answer. They could do what the fuck they wanted to. It was their show. Maybe they should bring back the flaming ”FUCK” sign. Mark smiled when memories from old, good times started rushing through his mind.
Tom kept the smile on his face and pulled Mark closer, still by just his wrist. His instrument touched with Mark’s white fender.  He leaned over and put his lips close to Mark’s right ear, still holding his wrist. Mark could feel Tom’s breath in his ear. He immediately felt blood rushing through his body. Blood pumping in particular parts of his body, making things grow... ”Why don’t we just… you know.. do it? The sign, you know” Tom whispered after a few seconds of what seemed to have been him doubting whether he really should say it or not.
So. Tom wanted to kiss him tonight in front of thousands of people. Nothing weird with that, eh? They sure would make a lot of people happy if they did it. Actually, Tom came with stuff like that at almost every show they played. He’d always try to kiss Mark, or even just hug him. Mark would always just laugh it away. There wasn’t much that embarrassed him in life but when Tom started doing those things to him in public, he just couldn’t. He got so nervous every time it happened. They had been so so so close revealing it many times. There were tons of interviews up on the internet where they had been only a few seconds away from kissing each other. Then Mark would start laughing, come up with a funny comment or just simply lean away from Tom. He was scared and it was the lamest thing ever.
Tom suddenly tightened his grip around Mark’s wrist. He leaned over even more and their lips were only a few inches away from each other now. ”Come on.. Maaark” he whispered, almost in a moaning voice which made Mark crazy. Tom’s breath on his lips. ”This time you cannot run…” He continued, still whispering, in that exact same tone as in Not Now where he sang the almost identical line. He could easily kiss Tom right now. It was dark and no one would notice. Their families had gone backstage, except Travis’ kids that were still hanging around his drumset like they always did. The crew were busy doing work on stage and they were already used with them two fooling around with each other. Of course, they took it as a joke and didn’t see the fact they were two grown, married men, seriously in love.
Mark closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them with a smile on his lips, which was still just a few inches away from the guy facing him. Anything that would’ve felt embarrassing or weird just fell away as soon as he met Tom’s eyes. Those beautiful brown, thin, eyes that were so full of life, always. The crooked, mischievous smile that he’d fall for every time though he’d seen it every day for over 15 years. He sure missed the lip ring but could easily say that he would look fucking ridiculous with it now. And the cheeks. Those bruised cheeks he used to have all those acne problems with. They were wonderful no matter what, and he loved feeling them against his.
Light.
Lights and thousands of faces.
They were supposed to be out on stage right now. ”I’m sorry” Mark casually said and broke their eye contact. He got out of Tom’s grip and put his hands over the bass and walked out on stage, welcomed by the crowd. He didn’t even look back to see Tom come after him.
Dammit became a mess. Tom fucked up almost every second of the song and Mark, he forgot the whole second verse. Travis however,  was totally flawless as always. Their families were sitting at the side of the stage, looking a bit bummed out. He could feel how the confetti confused Tom even more and God, they hadn’t been this bad since the reunion shows in 2009. He was almost embarrassed when the last riff of the song went out and the crowd started cheering. They had not deserved that.
Tom had turned his back on the crowd and took off to his guitar tech. Mark started to get nervous. They always knew what to say between the songs but it was empty at the moment. He couldn’t joke about something, he would just feel really stupid in this situation.
Come on Travis, start a beat. This awkward silence makes me crazy.
”So…” Mark finally said in the microphone. The crowd cheered . ”I… I just..” he continued but couldn’t find the words. He let go of the microphone and put his hand on his forehead instead, staring down at the floor.
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.
All he wanted to do was to do make things right but what instead came out of the microphone a few seconds later was his worn out voice almost yelling the oh so meaningful lyrics about shit and piss and fuck and cunts and cocksuckers, motherfuckers, tits and farts and turds and twats.
And that’s exactly what would happen tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Next week.  Next year. Forever.
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rebelminxy · 6 years ago
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Happy Birthday, Sam!
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count:4421
Square Filled: Shibari
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Explicit Content, Some Explicit Language, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, 
A/N: This is my fourteenth square filled for @spnkinkbingo. Gotta wish Sam Winchester a happy birthday somehow 😉 Feedback is welcomed and all mistakes on here are mine. Hope you all enjoy this!
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“Happy Birthday, Sam!”
              Sam and Dean was arriving from a hunt when he was taken by surprise by balloons, streamers and a big banner with “Happy Birthday Sam” painted on it. Jack and (Y/N) had sprayed Sam down with silly string, giggling as (Y/N) placed a paper crown on Sam’s head.
“What the…”
“What? Did you think we would forget your birthday?”
              Sam stuttered a bit as (Y/N) pulled him down the stairwell and towards the library, where a table was decorated with confetti and a cake in the middle with candles. Cas was standing there with a smile as he handed Sam and Dean, who was laughing the entire time, a glass of whiskey.
“Dean, Cas, didn’t you tell her we don’t celebrate birthdays?” asked Sam in a hushed tone.
“Oh, I did,” stated Dean with a smile. “But she insisted that everyone’s birthday has to be celebrated. Don’t worry, she is getting me next year.”
“She is already making plans for Jack’s and my birthday was well,” added Cas.
“You have a birthday?” asked both brothers in sync.
“No,” Cas responded. “But she asked me for the day we met, and I gave her the date I remembered as the day you both welcomed me into the family.”
              Both brothers, in sync again, nodded their head in agreement. While the three men were conversing, (Y/N) and Jack had gone to the kitchen to come back each turn with many plates filled with food. Sam could see the hunger in Dean’s eyes as he watched them bring in each plate. Once the two best friends finished bringing in the food, Sam walked over to (Y/N), who was making sure everything was in order.
“You know you didn’t have to do this, right?”
“Hmm,” she hummed back.
“All this. A simple happy birthday would have been ok. Hell, we barely even remember our birthday’s.”
              (Y/N) turned to stare up at Sam as if he were crazy.
“How am I NOT going to celebrate my boyfriend’s birthday? This is our first big celebration together, I had to do something.”
“But, spending time with you would have been perfect.”
“That’s for later,” she shooed at Sam. “Right now, we celebrate with your family. Now, food first so can you help make sure Dean stays clear from the cake I baked?”
              Sam laughed and pulled his girlfriend into a hug, putting his nose in her hair to smell her sweet scent, getting the hint of his body wash in the mix.
“Alright, but I can’t promise us watching him will work. He loves food, especially your cooking.”
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              After the five of them cleared out all the food (Y/N) cooked, they lit up the candle’s and sang Happy Birthday to Sam as he blew them out. After that, they each ate a piece, leaving the rest for the next day since their stomachs couldn’t handle being so stuffed. Everyone decided to take a nap, Sam and (Y/N) going to their shared bedroom to cuddle up together for a nap.
              It was two hours later when Sam woke up to empty arms and a small paper on the nightstand next to the bed. He picked it up and it only had an address on it. He got up from the bed and began looking for (Y/N), running into Dean in the kitchen taking a slice of cake.
“Hey, birthday boy! Got any birthday sex yet?”
“Seriously, Dean?”
              Dean laughed at Sam before taking a piece of cake.
“Anyways, have you seen (Y/N)? She wasn’t with me when I woke up.”
“Eh, saw her leaving in her car like an hour ago.”
“What?” Sam asked, slightly worried.
“Yeah, said something about a hunt, salt and burn she found.”
“And you didn’t have the idea of going with her?” Sam said as his voice began to rise. “She has NEVER been on a hunt before!”
“Hey, she said it was a salt and burn. She can handle that.”
“Are you…. seriously Dean?!”
“She left you the address in case she called in for help we would know where to go. What’s the big deal?”
“Big deal is that she doesn’t have the experience, and this would be her first hunt!” Sam yelled at his brother. “Why did you let her go alone?!”
“She’ll be fine Sammy.”
“Don’t ‘Sammy’ me right now! How…why…ugh!”
              Sam ran out the kitchen towards his bedroom, getting changed since he had changed into sweatpants before his nap, running past the kitchen again dressed and taking the Impala keys to head out. The entire time, he didn’t notice Dean who sat there in the kitchen with a big, cocky smile. Once Dean heard the garage door shut and the engine of the Impala rumble, he shook his head and laughed to himself. Cas just entered the kitchen and gave Dean a strange look.
“Why are you laughing, Dean?”
“Just gave Sam a scare before he goes and get’s his birthday present from his girl.”
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              Sam sped into the night, following the GPS which led him out of town to an old home in Smith Center. He pulled up right behind (Y/N) car, and parked there, looking towards the old house. He noticed the entire place was dark except a barely lit room on the top floor. When he saw a shadow cross the window in that room, he bolted out the Impala, shotgun armed and ready. He ran towards the house and found the door unlocked. He got into hunting mode, quiet and watching his every turn, making sure every room was clear on the first floor. He noticed the place looked more like a bed and breakfast than a home, a long table that looked like a buffet line and smaller round tables surrounding the room. Everything was quiet as he climbed his way up to the second floor, noticing the barely lit room had its door slightly open.
              As he made his way towards that room, he heard a soft moan, recognizing it. He immediately burst into the room, shotgun pointed out and ready to shoot when his eyes fell upon the most beautiful sight.
              It was (Y/N), on the bed, dressed only in one of his plaid shirts and panties. Her eyes were wide when she saw Sam with the shotgun, frozen where she laid. Candles lit up the room as Sam noticed a metal item sitting on the night table beside the bed.
“What the actual fuck, Sam?!” she exclaimed.
“(Y/N) are you…what…what’s going on?” Sam asked all flabbergasted. “Dean said you came on a salt and burn trip.”
“Ugh, fuck you, Dean,” she mumbled. “I only asked him to get you to come here, not scare the living daylights out of you.”
“Wait, so he knew you were here?”
“Yeah, how else do you think I got tied up like this?”
              Sam’s eyes narrowed at the mention of her being tied up. He didn’t see any rope. But the realization hit as he dropped the shotgun and ran over to the bed, ripping the plaid shirt open to see rope wrapped around her top half, her arms behind her back.
              She wasn’t wearing a bra or a shirt under the ropes.
“My brother helped you with this?” Sam asked slowly.
“Well, I couldn’t ask Cas, definitely not Jack.”
“My brother saw you naked?”
              (Y/N) giggled until she noticed the jealousy in his eyes, how his shoulders were rising from his heavy breathing.
“I couldn’t do this alone. Plus, I trust Dean, he wouldn’t…”
“Shut up.”
              (Y/N) gasped at Sam’s harshness as he walked over to the door, shutting it. Sam didn’t turn back around, making (Y/N) worry.
“Sam, this was meant as a birthday surprise. I didn’t think you would get mad if Dean helped me…”
“I don’t like the idea of knowing Dean saw you naked.”
“Sam, your brother would never cross that line. He knows how dedicated we are to each other.”
“You belong to me. Only I can see your body.”
              The soft tone in his voice wasn’t of hurt, it was more possessive. Sam then turned to look at (Y/N) his eyes blown dark with lust. He stalked over to her, looking at how the ropes wrapped around the top and bottom of her breasts, another line of rope connecting the two between her breasts. He grabbed that length of rope and pulled her up, so she kneeled on the bed, causing her to gasp from his roughness. He moved to look at her back, seeing her arms were bound together, the rope starting from the wrists and up to her elbows. The rope around her top half was tied along her back in a crisscross design, wrapped around her arms which caused her shoulders to be pulled back.
“Dean did all this?”
“I explained to him how to do it,” she whispered.
“And how do you know all about this?”
“Remember how I said I was into weird things before we met?”
              Sam nodded his head slowly as he walked back to look her in the face. She sat there, kneeling with her head down, her legs wide open. She looked like this was a position she was used to being in.
“Well, I use to be part of a suspension group when I was younger, and the leader was more of my Master.”
              Sam’s eyes went open in shock. That explained to him the scars on her shoulders. Why that whenever they had sex, she would rather him get aggressive and rough.
“And you decided to never tell me about this why?”
“Because,” she mumbled. “I was afraid you would think I was too weird.”
“Baby,” Sam sighed as he kneeled next to the bed. “That was the one thing that got me to fall in love with you. How you aren’t just like any other girl. You stood out to me so much when we first met, and something inside me urged me to want to protect you.”
              (Y/N) looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too Sam!”
“But I’m still not happy that you let Dean see you this way.”
              She quickly looked back down, her face turning red from embarrassment.
“But you will make it up to me.”
              (Y/N) looked up as Sam reached for her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail and using the hairband he found on the nightstand. Once her hair was up, Sam grabbed the rope between her breasts and pulled her up, making her climb off the bed to stand up. His eyes dragged all along her body, loving how the shadows from the candles danced along her exposed flesh.
“You will promise me that no matter what, Dean will never see you naked again.”
“I promise.”
“And that you will tell me each and every kink you enjoy. I don’t want you hiding your pleasure.”
“Yes, I promise,” she moaned out.
“How did you find this place?”
“Found it online, rented the entire place out for the next four nights. Even gave the owner extra cash to get a hotel room so she didn’t stay here.”
“So, we have the entire place to ourselves?”
“Yes,” she huffed out.
“Good, because I want you screaming and begging before the end of the night.”
              Sam moved over to her, pulling her against his body as he lowered his lips onto hers. The kiss was rough, but she moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed at her lips. She opened her mouth willingly as her body fell pliant against him. His tongue wrapped around hers as he fought dominance for the kiss, having her fall into line willingly. He bit her lower lip and suckled on, causing her to moan out in pleasure, her body pushing against his to be closer. He growled when he heard his name fall off her lips, biting hard on her lip before letting her go and pushing her back onto the bed.
              He saw how full of lust her eyes were, how swollen her lips were from the kiss, the small stain of blood from his bite. Her eyes stayed on him, begging him for more.
              He removed his button down and white t-shirt underneath, leaving his chest bare.
“Why did you pick this specific kink?” he huffed out, his breathing heavy.
“I saw your search history on your computer and saw shibari there. Since I know a bit about this, decided to make it your birthday gift.”
“Good choice.”
              Sam went to the other side of the bed to stand above her head. He pulled her towards him until her head hung from the side of the bed.
“I expect you to not hold back on me, baby.”
              (Y/N) nodded her head quickly as Sam leaned above her and began to drag kisses along her jaw and down to her throat. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her throat to him. After every kiss, he sucked on her skin, marking it. His hands ran over her shoulders down to her breasts, teasing her already perked up nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Her body arched up as his touch, causing him to growl and push her back down on the bed. He then moved away from her throat to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth as he continued to play with the other. He suckled on the nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging it, causing her to scream out in pleasure. He continued his torture until he felt her body start to shake under him.
“Looks like someone is extremely sensitive,” he groaned out when he let go of her nipple.
“It… feels so…. good,” she moaned out, trying to catch her breath.
              Without another word, Sam moved over to her other breasts and gave it the same treatment as the other one, pulling the nipple between his teeth as he bit down on it, causing her to scream out. He switched from one breast to the other, teasing, licking and biting at them. Before he knew it, she came, screaming out his name as her body shook under him. He smiled proudly at making her cum with only her breasts. He straightened up and walked around the bed, watching her as she caught her breath, her eyes closed as her body squirmed from the after effects of her pleasure.
              Before he let her relax, he moved to her legs and pulled them open, letting him get a good view of her pantie clad pussy. She was soaking wet, causing him to moan when he dragged one long finger against her covered lips. Her body jerked in reaction at his touch.
“So wet, such a perfect little pussy,” he whispered as he grabbed hold of the edges of her panties and removed them slowly.
              He leaned forward, laying down on the bed, once her panties were thrown across the room. He slid an arm over her stomach to keep her down, another wrapped around a thigh, his hand gripping it. He used his broad shoulders to keep her legs open as he leaned in and kiss her lower lips softly. She mewled out as his tongue slid over her slit, sucking up the juices that had already seeped out. Without warning, he moved his hand from her stomach lower to open her wet pussy to him, using two fingers to expose her clit. He dragged his nose along her insides, smelling her salty juices.
              Wiping his nose on her thigh, he turned back and licked his way down from her clit to her opening slowly. He took his time eating her out, flicking his tongue against her clit a few times, pulling her closer to ecstasy. Her body squirmed underneath him as he tongue fucked her, her mewls of pleasure growing louder. His name bounced off her lips repeatedly as she tried to raise her hips up, his arm not allowing it. The dirty noises his mouth made as he sucked at her clit echoed through the room.
              He felt her arms struggle under her, her cries of pleasure getting louder and louder as he felt her thighs try to close around his head. He kept her legs wide open, looking up at her as he murdered her pussy with his mouth and tongue. The sight in front of him was beautiful, tears falling from her closed eyes as her mouth was open wide from her screams.
              Finally, he quickened his pace, groaning against her as he felt her body convulse as she came all over his mouth. She screamed out his name as her juices flowed into Sam’s mouth, his torture not stopping until her body shook. She threw her head back as she rode out her high on his tongue. Once Sam finished her, he pulled away, licking his lips, tasting her juices all over them. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, watching her catch her breath from the second orgasm she received.
              Sam then looked over at the night table, noticing the metal item he saw earlier was a butt plug. He grabbed it and the bottle of lube next to it. Placing it beside him on the bed, he flipped (Y/N) over and pulled her to the middle of the bed. He grabbed her hips, pulled her lower half up into a kneeling position. She laid there, letting Sam do whatever he wanted, eyes closed. Sam felt his chest tighten at such a sign of trust.
“I assume you have used this little thing before,” he stated as he slid the cold metal along her buttock.
“Yes,” she gasped, her body jumping at the cold touch.
“Is this new or used?”
“New, only for you,” she moaned back.
              Sam groaned as he pulled her cheeks apart to see her little asshole moving as if trying to grip onto something. The thought of filling up her ass made Sam get harder than he already was.
“Have you had someone fuck you in the ass, baby?”
“No, only plugs.”
“God, so this ass will be mine to perfect,” he groaned out, slapping one of her cheeks hard, gaining a yelp from her. “Good, we will leave that for another time, right now I want to fill your pussy up and show you who you belong to.”
              Sam took the bottle of lube and began to pour some all along her asshole. Once he felt she was wet enough, he threw the bottle to the floor and used a finger to spread the lube all over her asshole. He used the same finger to slide inside her, groaning at how tight she was wrapped around the long digit.
“You are so tight here, baby. Will definitely have to take it slow the first time.”
              He then pulled his finger out and used the rest of the lube on her to wet the metal butt plug, getting it ready to put it inside her. He carefully placed the tip at her asshole and pushed it in, watching it enter her. He listened to her groans as the plugs spread her open a bit, and finally, with a small pop, it was all the way inside. He gently rubbed her butt cheeks, getting her comfortable with the metal toy inside her.
“Stay just like this,” he commanded as he moved away from the bed, her soft whimpers causing him to smile.
              Sam quickly removed his pants and underwear, letting his cock pop free from its confines. The tip itself was purple from how hard he was getting, the veins popping out under the skin. He knew she could handle his cock, but during the four months of living together, he never really went all the way in, afraid to hurt her.
              But tonight, was going to be different.
              Sam went back over to the bed and kneeled behind her, rubbing his cock against her wet slit. She mewled out at the feel of him there, trying to move closer.
“You love this big cock, don’t you baby?”
              She whimpered her response.
“Always wanted to ram it all the way in but was afraid to hurt you.”
“You will never hurt me, Sam.”
“Now I know that, baby. Know you want all this inside you.”
              Without another word, Sam rammed himself into in one swing, causing her to scream and him to groan out. The feel of her finally fully wrapped around him was the best sensation ever. Her insides gripped and squeezed him as he kept himself still. He felt like he could already cum just from being inside her, but he wanted more.
              Sam began to pull out slowly, enjoying each inch of her as she moaned out in pleasure. Once it was only his tip inside her, he quickly rammed back in. He did this a few times, stroking himself with her juices. Once he felt like her body was accustomed to his size, he picked up the pace, ramming into her much faster. She screamed out his name repeatedly as he fucked her senseless with his cock. He didn’t stop, loving how warm and wet she felt around him. Using the rope on her back, he pulled her up, her back against his chest as he rammed into her, her body bouncing against him as she yelled out. His hands went for her breasts, gripping them in his palms. He teased her nipples as his mouth went for her neck, the side that was clear from his marks. He nibbled on the flesh of her exposed neck, moaning her name against the skin. He felt her tighten around him, knowing that she was close.
“Yes, baby, just like that, I want you to come all over my hard cock,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe as he continued his rough motions.
              Before he knew it, her pussy clenched at him, her body arching as she came all over him. She screamed out his name as her body shook from her third orgasm, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Sam continued to thrust into her roughly. After a few more thrusts, Sam also came, releasing his load inside her as he screamed out her name. He rode out his high, keeping her against him. Once they both fell back to reality, Sam let her go, dropping her onto the bed. He pulled out slowly and climbed off the bed to go to the little bathroom in the bedroom.
He came back with a wet towel in hand, cleaning (Y/N) up and slowly pulled out the butt plug that was still inside her. Once he knew she was clean, he moved her gently to lay out on the bed. He removed the ropes, thankful for knowing how to break the knots free. Grabbing the soft blanket at the foot of the bed, he threw it on her, covering her body. He threw the towel onto the floor and then joined (Y/N), moving under the blanket and wrapped his arms around her to pull her close.
              They laid there in silence for a couple of minutes, listening to each other breathe, before (Y/N) spoke.
“I’m sorry I got Dean to help me. I didn’t think you would get bugged since he is your brother.”
“It’s because he’s my brother I wasn’t too happy with the idea.”
              (Y/N) snuggled closer to Sam, keeping her head down. Sam sighed and reached for her hair, pulling the hairband out so her hair would flow free. He dragged his fingers through her locks, enjoying the softness of them as he spoke.
“I will let it slide this time, being that it was Dean and not someone else. But next time, I will be the one tying you up. Or doing anything else you want to do. Deal?”
              (Y/N) shook her head against his chest, making him smile. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“Is your body ok?”
“Gonna feel a bit of rope burning in the morning but nothing I can’t handle,” she responded as she looked up at Sam, smiling.
“Good, because we have a lot to do since you booked the place out for so many nights.”
“How about we get started now?” (Y/N) giggled as she started to climb onto Sam’s chest.
“Well, looks like my little minx still isn’t satisfied,” he laughed back at her, placing his hands on her cheeks to pull her into a kiss.
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              A knock at the door woke Sam up. He looked beside him to see (Y/N) still wrapped in his arms, her hair a mess and her face still flushed from their workout the entire night. Sam smiled at her, thinking back on all the new things he found out about her sexually. Someone knocked at the door again, pulling him out of his thoughts. He knew (Y/N) said no one was supposed to be at the house, so the knocking had him worried.
“It’s the owner,” (Y/N) mumbled, snuggling closer to Sam. “She said she would at least come and make us breakfast while we stayed here.”
              The door opened slowly, and an older lady stood there with a tray of food in her hands, smiling at them.
“Sorry for barging in but wasn’t sure if you were still asleep. Wanted to leave you the breakfast I promised. Especially since it was someone’s birthday yesterday.”
              (Y/N) moved from Sam’s side and stretched her arms out, yawning as she woke up. The older lady placed the tray on a small table that had two chairs by the window. She turned to look at the lovely couple and smiled at them.
“I do hope you both enjoy your stay here, and you are welcome to roam about the house.”
“Thank you, but for now, I think we will stay in bed and enjoy the morning,” responded Sam as he looked over at (Y/N) who looked like a cat just waking up from a nap.
“No problem. If anything, (Y/N) has my number to call. Please enjoy your stay.”
              The older lady walked out of the room, her eyes stuck on the lovely couple who looked like they just enjoyed a nice night. Once she shut the door behind her, she quietly locked the door behind her and turned towards the stairwell. As she climbed down, her eyes turned black, laughing to herself manically.
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ekkorn · 6 years ago
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hi there, just saw in the tags that you didn‘t like endgame. would you like to expand on that? i am curious to know other people‘s perspective. personally, i liked it. it has flaws, yes, but to me it was enjoyable. if you don‘t feel like answering, that is fine :) have a great day!
oh wow. you really wanna know? okay, but on your own head be it. :o
i’m just joking, i’ll go easy, or at least give you the digest (a vicious lie) version. if you want to see the full extent of my derision and vitriol, you can go to @lowkeysebastianstan, which is the blog where i’ve tried to limit this too. but to give you the not at all short and not so sweet of it, here goes. (endgame spoilers obviously).
the first thing that really set me off was the ending, more precisely, what steve did. it made absolutely no sense whatsoever, and hit me closer to home than most of my followers here since bucky and steve are my fave characters, and the only ship i really have. now, i never thought stucky would become canon, not even a little, i didn’t even hope for it. sure, the representation would’ve been awesome, but there’s no way marvel could’ve done it justice, so it was just as well it was never gonna happen. what i hadn’t prepared for was to what extreme extent they were terrified of the ship and the effect it would have if they were to let it be even a hint that could be interpreted as some emotional connection between them, for 3 films they’re built bucky up as the most important character in steve’s life, he’s risked his own life to save him, he basically eradicated hydra during wwii fueled by grief for him, he was prepared to die for him in tws, he fought his friends and gave up everything for him in cacw, and then he just? leaves? to be with a woman who died of old age and natural causes after a long fulfilling life with another man and family of her own. who specifically told him to fucking move on in tws? yeah, sure. and do not get me wrong, i adore sam wilson, after bucky, and the real steve rogers, he is by far my fave in the cap verse (saving a few spots for my bp and cm peeps in the mcu, but we’ll get to them), and he is the superior choice to pick up the mantle, no doubt about it. (okay, a little doubt, they teased sebastian with that shield for 8 years, they based bucky on the brubaker storyline where he becomes cap, and so i do feel a little torn bc no matter how happy he must be for his friend, and him and mackie are good friends, he must be a little disappointed? but who knows, maybe they’ll do something with that in the series, which would be stupid af bc that would negate the positive leap in representation, and mackie deserves it too, so who the fuck knows, i’ll probably not be around to keep track anyways, and can you tell im rambling), but for steve’s last words to be to sam? while bucky stands and watch in the background? like??? i could go on in (more excruciating) detail, but that was why i linked the blog, there might be a point or two about this on there.
but that was just the start. all through the movie i felt disconnected and uneasy, they made some really weird choices, but i don’t think it was until nat took the plunge that i knew i had an absolute dud on my hands. 
the mcu has done a lot of things right, but their treatment of women is NOT one of them. and oh boy did they go out with a bang. first is the obvious implication, he got to live bc he had “more to live for”, and she didn’t have a family, and ye gods we know she can’t have kids, so why should she live? 
(see, if the bw movie wasn’t in the books, i’d completely get it, if it was to give scarjo her life back, and she wanted nat to be good and dead, sure. actually, when i first watched it, that’s what i thought tbh, that the bw movie was cancelled, so. but it’s not, so she will return. and since that the case it’s just fucked up that they yeeted her off the roster. and sure, some of the bw movie was always gonna be set in the past, but tbh? i don’t see much point in prequels for dead characters, you know that whatever happens won’t affect the outcome for the character at all, and i usually find them completely void of meaning. that might just be me though). and of course the fact that she died the same way gamora went didn’t help. (gamora’s death was maybe the single worst thing in aiw, she was fridged, not for the advancement of one man, but for two (thanos and quill) and it.just.shouldn’t.have.worked.thanos.cannot.love! again, mcu and women? not a good match.) 
then of course, it comes back to steve and how much he doesn’t give a crap about the people close to him in the present, we never see him care or grieve for anyone but peggy, and he could barely spare two tears for nat before it was all business again. and the rest of the team? i think clint cared a little, and banner threw a chair, but that was it. no memorial, not burial, no nothing, it was like she never existed, and she died saving the world just as much as tony, he couldn’t have done jack shit without the soul stone. 
and speaking of women, shuri and okoye? before the trailer dropped i was sure shuri was in this, that we’d get to see her lead in her brother’s stead. i actually did a short lament on this already, here.
carol was terribly underused, after all the oompf about her being there she was barely a blip. but the haircut was fantastic, and the best part of the movie was when she returned at the end.
then there’s nebula and gamora (again). at first i was actually quite pleased that they sort of found a loophole to bring gamora back, but then i thought about it (yes, sometimes i get seduced by the flashy colours too) and yeah. sure. a gamora is there, but she’s void of all the things that makes her interesting and all her development is just gone, everything “our” gamora achieved and experienced is gone, three films worth of arc is worthless. so what then is the point of getting “her” back? i don’t care about this person, i don’t know her. are we gonna see quill just harass her the next film, bc you know, she’s been with him, so why shouldn’t he expect her to just do that now? tbh i wouldn’t be surprised, but now that gunn is back maybe he can save it? not that i’ll be around to keep track though.
then nebula. nvm that time paradox, that’s a whole other fuckfest i’ll get back to, but we had to get to see her get killed too, didn’t we. by her sister, the only person in the world she loves. fucking fantastic, i cannot control my enthusiasm. 
and no, cool as it was, the a-force surrounding parker is not enough to bring this home. it was a cool sight though. (see? i can see the good.)
then of course it’s peggy. a woman he knew for a few months back during the war. (sure they knew each other longer, but i’d say, even if you’re very generous, they can’t have spent more than a couple of months in each other’s company, and they kissed once). who they stripped of all character development and autonomy so that steve could go back and get his “damce”. everything she achieved, every good thing that happened to her, her husband, her family, her advancement in shield, all gone. bc steve must have his happy ending, no matter that she told him to move the fuck on in tws, who cares. 
and then there’s sharon. yeah, they forgot about her, didn’t they. i mean, i was never really on board with that, the whole aunt/niece thing was a bit too weird for me, and this was way before i shipped stucky, but that doesn’t matter. bc they did that, they had them kiss within days after peggy’s death (oooh, look how he cared for peggy), making it clear that this was the beginning of something. (also marvel and several of the actors treated emily like crap, oh yeah, i remember, doesn’t help either.) 
(gods i said this would be short, didn’t i? imagine if i could’ve spent all the words i’ve spent ranting about endgame on my latest chapter? good grief.)
then there’s their so called lgbt representation. 30 seconds of a character that had a total of 60 sconds of screentime in tws lamenting his dead lover? well. i. they wanted credit for that. i just.
then there’s thor. they negated every ounce of development he had in ragnarok, this also goes for aiw, wasn’t happy about that, and made him completely ooc, he just spends his time drinking ab\nd playing fortnite of all things? bold of them to assume that will still be a thing in 5 years, but also? thor? THOR? neglecting his people? his friends? the world? thor? then they of course made him fat, haha, so they could add fat-shaming to the list while they make light and fun of his drinking problems, his grief and his ptsd. awesome. the funniest. 
then there’s clint. that they just randomly made a killer? just, like a straight up murderer? okay then. and still nat deserved to die. excellent.
then there’s banner. okay, i don’t think they fucked him up as bad as the others, but it’s still strange he would risk his intelligence to become hulk full time, but you do you.  
rocket and rhodey were the best things about this damn disaster, just putting it out there.
then there’s tony. i mean, we knew he was the main protagonist, and im not objecting that, (even if i think it’s really strange he’d be born in 1970) but idk. that was strange’s plan? all that for that? and pepper just went, eh what the hell, just die, i can raise this kid you wanted. (i know, i know, she’s her mom, she cares), but it was just so flat. and idk. i mean, rdj wanted his life back, just as evans, but i’d want to see that switched, that tony get to retire and steve sacrifice himself to save the world. tony could still be the deciding factor in strange’s plan even if steve delivered the coup de grace. at least he cared enough to show an emotion™when peter came back, which was more than steve bothered with. jfc they fucked up steve.
then there’s the time travel. okay, a few things about the 2012 thing. they put him in the elevator, and then, instead of having him just kick the crap out of the agents, they reference hydra!cap? the biggest shitstorm in the comics in the last two decades? like what the actual fuck? then of course there’s the americas ass thing, which, again, that’s steve, cares about his ass but not his friends! (but at least 2012 steve cares about bucky, maybe he’ll save him a couple of years early, back to the future steve will just live out his life knowing bucky is getting tortured somewhere in siberia, good times.) oh! and i guess they have their loophole to get loki back too, great, they’ll probably just forget that he’s not in the main timeline, bc who cares. 
and the fun just keeps coming with the time travel. oh they tried with some crap explanation that no one can make sense of, but here’s the kicker. they can’t either, they don’t even want to try, they don’t even agree with each other. 
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how did they know to meet up in wakanda or wherever, the dustees? did strange send a memo? not just the ppl in the soul realm or wherever they were, but all the others too, like valkyrie and hope. time and place just magically popped into their heads? and what happened when they all came back? or some came back, bc obviously a shit ton of ppl died at the dusting, like the pilot of a 747 gone? plane goes down and such, ppl really dead. and where do they reappear? where they disappeared? aka those passengers that got dusted comes back mid flight? fun! and what about the ones that moved on in their absence? what happens to the ones that come back when their wives and husbands are remarried, when there’s no place for them in their old lives. did all of peter’s classmates get dusted, or did the rest of the class graduate without him, i must assume that all of those in s:ffh did, otherwise some would be in college by now, yeah?
and that’s another reason their watertight time travel is leaky af, there’s no way to get the logistics to work. the only option as such would have been to go back to 2018 and fix it, to reset time, bc otherwise there are just too many holes, it’s just not possible. but they can’t do that bc then they’ll undo all the things that happen in the future that the characters don’t want to lose, like tony’s kid. 
oh, i know, it’s a superhero movie, but im strange like that, i expect a modicum of internal logic in all my movies, the bitch that i am. 
okay, im gonna leave it there, ive run out of steam, and i want to gif a set. there’s a few things more, but i think you’ve gotten the gist, that i’m not a fan of this movie and a short (lol, so sorry, nothing is ever digest with me, i should’ve warned you) list of reasons why. honestly this is the first time i’ve really don’t a more general account, ive pretty much stuck to steve and that crapshute, there’s a lot of other blogs that concentrate on the other characters, i’d list a few, but i don’t have it in me rn, pop me a msg if you’re interested, also if you’re interested in some real meta, this rambling rant isn’t something that people should be exposed to honestly. 
avengers: endgame was a shit movie and no amount of “he’s worthy” and “avengers assemble” is going to fix that, BUT if you enjoyed it, i don’t think less of you, obviously everyone is different, and i envy the hell out of you, i sorely wish i could’ve liked it too. the russos directed what is by far the best movie in the mcu imo, tws, and they had us all fooled, even if we probably should’ve seen it coming after iron man 4: civil war.
hope you’re having a spectacular day, sorry you had to read this if you did, and and thank you for making mine better, i really had a rant in me needing out. (you’d think i’d run out of hate for this by now, but nah.)
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chaoticbeanz · 6 years ago
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New Crush?! (2-?)
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Summary- Sometimes you can have a crush on someone you least expect.
Pairing- Peter Parker x Stark! reader
Warning- cursing (a little)
Word Count- 2770
A/N- Hope you enjoy. If you have any requests, I will do my best to try to make them happen.
Y/n knows that Spider-Man was recruited by Tony but doesn’t know it’s Peter.
The picture is of your necklace
*Thoughts in italics*
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Masterlist
~General~
School was finally done for the day and Peter couldn’t leave fast enough. As soon as he was out of the building, he went to do what he always did. Go to his favorite deli and get a sandwich. After that well, you know what he does. He changes into his suit and starts patrolling, swinging around from building to building.
“Hey Karen, got anything for me?”
“Mr. Stark has not left any messages.”, the AI in his suit replies, “How was school?”
“Eh, the same as usual.”
“Have you told Y/n how you feel yet?”, Karen asks abruptly. That threw Peter off. Sometimes he forgets that he told her about his crush and often regrets it. “What?! No Karen, I haven’t and frankly I probably never will.”, Peter continues to swing but with less enthusiasm. He hates thinking about how much he likes Y/n and will never have a chance with her. Hell, he’s never even talked to her and today he blew that opportunity when she smiled and him and he didn’t even smile back.
His thoughts were interrupted by Karen speaking again, “Why not Peter? From what you have told me about her, she would be a lucky girl to have you.”
“Thanks Karen, but let’s focus now. It’s Spidey-time not Peter-time.”
While Peter was out swinging around, Y/n was still at school. She had volunteered to help Liz Toomes with this years homecoming decorations. Since the whole incident with her father last year, kids at school treated her different when she returned to school. Acting like she knew about the whole thing. But not Y/n, she knew that Liz had nothing to do with her father’s actions and instead of being fake to her,-because she knew what that felt like-she ended up befriending her over the course of the school year. Like how MJ had befriended her.
~You~
I was walking into the gymnasium looking for Liz but could not find her. I walked up to a girl I recognized from one of my classes. “Hey Maddison, have you seen Liz?”
“Uh I think I saw her over there.”, without looking the girl had pointed across the gym. When I looked again I had found Liz painting a huge banner all by herself. That pissed me off because no one was or wanted to help her. Bunch of fucking assholes. I called out to her as I walked toward her. Liz turned her head at the sound of me. She smiled and stood greeting me with a hug.
“Happy birthday Y/n!”
“Thank you Liz”, I say as we let go of each other.
“I’m glad you came. Now I don’t have to wait to give you your present.”, she said happily as she turned to her book bag to retrieve my gift.
“First MJ with a cupcake now you. Liz, you know didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I wanted to and besides what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t get you anything.”, Liz protested.
I just shake my head and sigh. It’s not that I don’t like gifts-I love them, especially when they’re meaningful-it’s just that….well. Given who my father is, I could have anything and everything if I wanted to. If I let him, he’d spoil me rotten but I convinced him that it would only raise suspicions and all the money he could be spending on me can go to something more important. And his response is always the same, “You’re what’s most important to me in this entire universe, Y/n. And nothing will ever change that.”
“I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money Liz.”, I warn her. She turns around and hands me an envelope. “I didn’t have to.”, she smirks. I gave her a look that said really? I open the envelope and inside was what seemed to be a ticket. I take it out and read it:
Stark Wildlife Preservation charity event Friday, 28th Bronx Zoo @ 7pm
My eyes widen,”How did you get this?!” On the outside I looked shocked-well because I am- but on the inside I was panicking. This charity is my other birthday present from my dad. He knows how much I love animals. So technically it’s my charity event. How does Liz get a ticket for it!? More importantly, how am I gonna explain that I was already going without telling her the truth. I refuse to lie to her or MJ. I may be keeping my father’s name a secret but I have never lied about anything I have said about him.
“My friend Peter Parker has an internship with Tony Stark so he has access to go to events like this. He was able to ask Mr. Stark for tickets for us to go.” Odd? Dad never mentioned an internship program otherwise I would have joined to spend more time with him. I���ll have to ask him about it later.
“Us?”, was all I could get out at the moment.
“Yeah. Me you MJ and Peter’s best friend Ned. Oh and his aunt May, she’s chaperoning.” Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out. “Liz, this is amazing but I can’t accept this.” I am freaking out right now. I put the ticket back in the envelope and try to give it back to her but she refuses to take it. “You can and you will, Y/n. I know how much you love and care about animals. This is a charity for them and to top it off it’s being held at the Bronx Zoo.”
I look at the envelope. I am again reminded the kind of friend she is. Like MJ, she actually pays attention to me and doesn’t just brush me off. Her doing this for me reminds me that she cares about me. They both do.
I look at Liz and give her the biggest smile ever, “This has to be the best gift you could ever give me. Thank you.” I give her another hug then put the envelope in my messenger bag then put it next to hers. “Now. How bout we paint this huge-ass banner?” I needed a distraction right now. Well actually I need a plan. I have to talk to dad and figure this out. The idea of telling MJ and Liz so soon makes me wanna throw up. What if they don’t want to be friends with me anymore? Then I’ll truly be alone. To me, that’s worse than death. Ugh I need to get out of my own mind.
“Hey Liz, since those two guys you mentioned are also gonna be at the charity; why don’t you invite them to come to my house tonight? I mean only if they would want to, that way I can meet them beforehand.”
Liz giggles, “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen Peter and Ned around school before. They’re on the decathlon team, but yeah I can talk to them and see if they want to come.” “Cool”
We both finished the banner then headed out of the school walking separate ways. On my way home I decided to stop by my favorite bakery and get a donut-which was free because it was my birthday-to eat later. Putting my headphones on, I tune out the loud people and car horns. I wish I knew that that was gonna be a bad idea.
~Peter~
Today was a slow day. One car thief, a cat stuck in a tree...twice, and old lady asking for directions, and one attempted mugging. I’m currently sitting on the edge of a building eating my sandwich from earlier and switching out my web fluid. Because I am still in the open, I have my mask half up so I can eat. Once I was done and refilled my web shooters, my phone started ringing. The caller id said Liz Toomes. I answered it. “Hey Liz”
“Hey Peter, are you busy tonight?”
“Uh not particularly. Why?” This is weird. Liz never calls me.
“Well first off I wanna say thank you for the extra ticket for the charity. She loved it” She? I thought Liz was bringing a boyfriend. “Secondly, if your not too busy she having a small birthday celebration at her house and she invited you and Ned.” I was a little taken back. Me and Ned were being invited to hang out? “Uh sure sounds like fun. I’ll talk to Ned.”
“Oh I already called him, he said he’s coming and said I quote, ‘Tell Peter that if he doesn’t he’ll regret it.’ But I’ll text you the address. See ya.” I’d regret it? What was Ned talking about? Oh shit. I forgot to ask who was ‘she’. Oh well I guess I’ll find out when I go. My phone buzzed indicating I got a message. It was Liz and she sent a time and the address. Before I could think any farther, I heard yelling.
“Please! Help! Some one stop him!”
I pull my mask down and jump off the edge swinging toward the distress. It was a girl running after a guy who seems to be hold a bag which is probably hers. As she was gaining on him-wow she’s fast-I swing lower and just when I was gonna shoot a web at the thief, he fell over dropping the bag. Oh. Well that was easier than I anticipated. Swinging down, I landed next to the thief who was….convulsing? Like he had been shocked.
I look down at the bag. It had an embroidery patches of Stark Industries, the Avengers symbol and symbols that represented each Avenger. Next to the bag, stuff seemed to have fallen out. An envelope with the words ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it, a phone and a big book with ‘Stephen King IT’ sprawled on the cover. Could it be? No. This is just a coincidence. In the short time it took me to put the items back in the bag, I heard a voice and I froze.
“Better late than never huh Spider-Man!”
That voice, I’ve heard it before. My head snaps in the direction of the voice. Holy fuck! If I could shit a brick right now, I would. “Y/n!”, I whisper-yelled. She was the one who was getting robbed. She was now walking instead of running- there was no point of the guy was down. Even though she was catching her breath, having just sprinted to try to catch this guy, she still looked beautiful. Hair now in a ponytail though some strands had fallen due to her running, headphones resting on her neck, glasses falling ever so slowly from the thin layer of sweat that had formed. Still beautiful. Oh god she’s coming closer.
“Now’s your chance. Tell her how you feel, Peter.”, Karen tells me. “Not now Karen.”, I whisper back. I put her bag down so I can tie the thief up. As I was about to touch him, Y/n shouts, “No! Don’t touch him!” She lightly jogs over and bends down next to the guy. Her eyes scan the ground around us like she’s looking for something.
“I wouldn’t touch him, unless you wanna get shocked too. It should wear off soon though. Oh, there it is.”, she says a she picks up a small pendant that look familiar-but I can’t put my finger on it. Come on Parker, you can do this. Be cool.
~You~
There was no way I was gonna let my bag get stolen, so of course I ran after him. I shouted for someone to stop him but no one helped. This city is so fucked up. But then I remembered what my father gave me for situations like this. Or other situations should it ever happen. So I ran harder so I could get closer. And once I was I took the pendant from my necklace-which was designed to look like the arc reactor-pressed the center of it and threw it at the thief. It landed on his back and I watched as he fell over, convulsing. I stopped running-because there was no need to anymore-and tried to steady my breathing.
As I walked towards the paralyzed guy, a blur of red was seen swinging in the corner of my eye. Spider-Man. Though I’ve never meet him, I know that my dad recruited him during the time of the Accords but I don’t think he’s considered an official Avenger...yet. I watched as he swung and landed next to the thief. Seeing that his job was already done for him, he bent down and put things in my bag. I guess my stuff fell out.
“Better late than never huh Spider-Man!”, I shouted at him. He looked up in my direction. Of course I can't see his expression but I seemed like the white eyes of his mask widened. Like he was surprised. He left my bag on the floor and stepped closer to the stunned man. When I saw him reach out to the guy, I immediately yell to him. “No! Don’t touch him!”
Spider-Man stops and watches me jog to him and the man on the ground. Once I get there, I search for the pendant while telling Spider-Man why he shouldn’t touch him. After I find the pendant, I hear him speak for the first time. “What is that?”, Spider-Man asks and sounding genuinely curious. I stand up to show him it.
“An invention my father made. When activated it sends a wave of electricity through whatever its attaches to. Example being this guy, resulting in convulsion, temporary paralysis, and eventually he’ll pass out. Once the device releases the shock, it detaches itself and can't be used again.” I’m always proud of dads work.
“Wow. Your father must be a genius to be able to come up with this. It’s so small yet packs a punch.”
I look up at him-he’s only a few inches taller than me- smirking and laugh, “You have no idea.” If only he knew.
We looked at each other for a moment. I wonder what he looks like? Maybe he’s cute. He sounds like a nerd-considering how interested he was about the device.
“Uh well uh it seems like you didn’t even need my help.”, He laughs almost nervously referring to the passed out guy.
“And what if I actually did need your help and you didn't show up? What then Spider-Man? I would have lost my birthday presents.”, I smirk, crossing my arms then placing my hands on my hips. I couldn’t help but be a little sassy.
“It’s your birthday?” Oh fuck.
Realizing my mistake, I lowered my head, “I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to know that.” Your so smart Y/n.
He bent down beside him, picked up my bag from the ground and handed it to me, “Well, happy birthday uh....”
As I took my bag, our hands brushed against each other. I looked up at him again. Did he feel that tingle? Probably not. I decided to ignore it and gave him a small smile, “Y/n and thank you Spider-Man.”
“Your welcome Y/n.”, he continues to look at me. God I wish I could see the expression on his face. “Well uh I should uh probably take this guy to the police station.”
“Oh yeah right. And I should really get home before my mother files a missing persons report.”, I joke as I place my bag on my shoulder. Spider-Man laughed then pointed at my bag, “Cool patches by the way.”
I just smile at him, “See you around Spider-Man.” I turn around and begin to walk away. Not even a few steps away I hear him speak.
“Stay outta trouble”, he says.
I turn around, walking backwards, “And what if trouble finds me?”
“Then I’ll find you.”
Whoa I was not expecting that answer. His response caused me to blush hard, hoping that I was far enough that he couldn’t tell.
Oh my god. Do I have a crush on Spider-Man?!
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myfeetkeepdancing · 6 years ago
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Unsustainable - (8/9)
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!Disclaimer: I do NOT ship the people on the banner or any gifs showing up in the fanfic. They helped me visualize and are part of my writing experience. Much love for Tom Holland & Cody Christian!
Summary: An accident happened in which the reader has gotten powers. The reader is struggling to adjust to his new powers but also to keep them secret from Peter as they become closer.
Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader
Word count: 2694
The Raven sat there, its tail feather calmly blowing by the breeze from the window. The simple dinner was sufficient to regain some strength. A homemade salad with some chicken, backed in garlic and sweet soy sauce. A snuff of garden herbs to finish it off. You grab a piece of chicken and hold it up beside you, tilting your head to one side. Making way for the Raven. The Raven hops towards you and climbs onto your shoulder. With its beak, it gracefully picks it from between your fingers. You continue to feed him several smaller pieces. Soon after it hops back and takes place in the window.
Looking out over the city. Meanwhile, you feel the headache start to subside slowly. Exploring your new powers drew a lot of energy. Not only physically but also mentally. Communicating with the Raven was difficult at first. Requiring a lot of focus from your nerves to concentrate on the sound. But also separating your own thoughts from the thoughts you ‘told' the Raven. Since it was always around, at school, in the bus, walking home. The information it gave felt if your mind went into overdrive at first. Overflowing with things to process. Keeping your focus on everyday tasks was hard. Hearing voices that aren't there. Not following conversations made to you. It got you into several awkward situations. Multitasking was something you had to grow accustomed to fast. But within several weeks its potential what could be had shown itself. You knew what happened five miles away from home. When ordering a pizza, knowing exactly where your order was. If the bus ran late, you knew. Bad weather coming up. You knew. A sense of clairvoyance surrounded you. Every time taking it a step further. For once, to test your power, you tried to order the ravens around. You had control over the ravens in the area. Not knowing how many, but instead of receiving the information you wanted to send them on a quest for once.
  Standing on the roof, in the afternoon light. You send them out. After mere minutes, the results came in. One by one, ravens landed in front of you. Each and every one of them holding a coin in their beak. The bowl in front of you filled up quickly. Pleased with the result, you counted the money and treated yourself to a sweet milkshake. As a way to celebrate success.  But the next morning your actions turned out to be disastrous. It was all over the news. Ravens snatching coins out people's purses, robbing fruit stand owners of their hard earned money and many more. YouTube was full of videos people getting attacked by ravens. The ravens weren't to blame, it was your decision. Your responsibility. All because of a little ‘experiment'. Learned the hard way.
Recollecting the training of today was more successful. From a mere touch, you would be able to transfer your human consciousness into that of the Raven. Easier said than done. Seated properly onto the roof, you tried several times. Sharpening your nerves, focusing your senses, concentrating your breathing. Slowing your heart rate. In the course of the day, you managed, though it was short-lived.  You managed to glide through the air for a couple of seconds as the Raven. An incredible feeling, feeling the cold wind, the freedom. The unlimited possibilities flashing before your eyes. But the short connection resulted in a substantial headache. Though in the future, he was convinced you would be able to do it without touch. The headaches were something you grow out of. Nosebleeds don't. Unfortunately.
 The bell rang. Must be the pizza delivery guy.  Faster than expected.
You're eyes widen in disbelief, nailed to the floor, throat falling dry. The hairs on your arms rise at the sight of the person standing in front of you. You try to stammer out a few words, but fail to do so. Words fall short to welcome your guest. Luckily he invites himself in as soon as you open the door. "Here, on the house kiddo." Stepping inside, his eyes survey the room. In your hands, you hold the pizza you ordered just minutes ago.  You stand there, unable to comprehend what was about to unravel in front of you. Looking at him as he wanders around the living room. "Nice touch on the family pictures. How cute." Holding the frame with your 5-year-old birthday pictures your way. As if he's looking for a comparison. "S-Sir… I… what." The many thoughts racing through your mind, block any communication. You had spent many nights thinking about what you wanted to say to him when you would meet him. Day in, day out you pondered about what you wanted to tell him. The feelings you had, the anger, the rage. But now the rage you felt towards him has locked away deep. "Calm down kiddo. Call me Tony. We gotta talk." His hand firmly grasping yours, the other on your shoulder. What follows can solely be described as an awkward handshake. Your arm was more like a rag, as you stood there dumbstruck staring at him with big eyes. "Better start on that pizza. What is keeping him?" Stark looking down the hallway. Seconds after, down the far corridor the sound of boots fast pacing across the marble stone floor came closer. Dad. Suited in a black suit, blue tie and phone in one hand he storms towards the door. An all too familiar sight in all those years. "I will. Yes, Johan. Yes… Of course… You know me right. Ok. I tell him that. Gotta go. Bye.” Coming to a standstill just at the door. “I knew it. That’s my boy. That trip to CERN wasn’t for nothing. C’mere. Gimme a hug.”
 “Right, let’s talk. I got great news for you (Y/N). And I wanted to get your dad’s approval before I got here.”
 “I-…I still don’t get it.”
 “Stark Industries is scouting for young talents. We’ve been doing so for years. We want the best and brightest minds together. And doing in-house training and schooling is the best method there is. And you sprung out in the results on school. The trip to… CERN. You got a bright mind, kiddo. Not to mention, your friend Peter did a good word for you as well.”
 “I knew you got the best parts of me. Such a smartass.” Dad proudly affirming before Stark could continue.
 “Yeaaah… So… Let me have a word with the kid for a moment." Pressing one hand on your shoulder, and the other waving your dad away. You watch him turn towards the study, while on his way he shoots you two thumbs up with a big grin before turning into his study, shutting the door behind him. Leaving you with Tony Stark alone. "Listen kiddo. Since you are still in school. I'd like to offer you an internship. Something like your friend Peter is doing right now. But somewhat different. We'll work out the details when we get there." While Stark sits you down and continues to lecture you. You feel zoned out. Numbed by what's happening. His words don't seem to reach you. You only feel your heart rate increase. Pounding in your chest. Not only the fact that the famous Tony Stark was addressing you personally, but how everything just went south. How could this have happened? Does Stark have a clue about your powers? Did Peter have a say in this? Going to that tower is wrong. They'll found out in minutes. Stark's tech will scan you, maybe take a DNA sample while you… Your mind races, jumping from one conclusion to another. Imagining the worst scenarios. Not only for you. But also for you ‘ally'. All the while Tony Stark is still going on, showing holograms and projection schematics around the room. The scenarios running through your head made you so nervous, that speech became almost impossible. The lump in your throat not helping either. You at least try to make out some words.
 "B-But I…" Nothing more comes out. Your throat falls dry as soon as Stark turns his attention to you the moment you try to speak. Leaving you speechless.
 “You know what, before you do anything rational. How about we do a tour around the Stark Tower first? Meet some of the Avengers, perhaps see their jet. You’ll love it. FYI, I already got your dad’s permission. I’ll inform your dad and make Happy bring the car around. You… eh… wanna dress up perhaps?” Pointing out your sweatpants and sweater combination.
 In a disillusioned way, you stumble to your room. Picking a suitable attire for the tour, you rumble through your closet. On the other side of the apartment, you hear to two men discuss something. From this distance inaudible. You reach out for your phone, ripping the charging cable out the socket. Trembling fingers play around the screen, dialing the number you never meant to forget. Hiding behind the closet door, you bring the phone to your ear. The line connects, then several weird technical sounds creak through the speaker. Your heart skips a beat, a disturbing sound. Afraid someone might have heard it. You peek around the door of the closet, keeping an eye out for the door. The line connects thoroughly as the other side seems to have picked up the phone. You have a feeling someone is listening. No time to waste. "I need help. T-T-Tony… Stark here and is taking me to the tower. Please… Help." You try to whisper.
 "I see…" The short sound rang with bitterness. His voice still instilled goosebumps when he spoke. Breaking the line shortly after. Leaving you with nothing but questions. "You ready?" Stark standing in your doorway. Watching you nervously stuff your phone into your pocket. "Looking better already." His eyes running from top to bottom. "Follow me."
 The drive was nerve-racking. Your body was shaking, it was barely controllable. If your feet weren't bouncing up and down, your knee was. Every piece of nail left on your fingers fell victim to your wandering mind. Staring out the window, expecting something. From somewhere. Pulling hope from the smallest sound, the simplest event. When stopping for a traffic light, your eyes scan the crowd passing by. Your eyes run by every person coming past. Hoping that someone would do something. Hoping they would be involved. To save you from this crazy rollercoaster. You saw the Raven swooping by from time to time. Having nothing to report. Panic started to kick in. Only a few miles to go. You could just jump out…
 “Something is incoming sir.” Happy glances back at Tony, sitting behind him. “Seems to be one of your suits sir.”
 Tony grabs his phone. "I didn't do anything." His finger swiping across the screen. A touch on the side of his glasses opens communication to his AI. As well as revealing the glass roof in the car. You turn your eyes to the sky, looking left and right for any sign. Meanwhile, Starks addressing his AI with commands.
 “Closing in fast sir.” Happy nervously awaiting his boss’s order. “Northeast, one o’clock. Coming from 54th Avenue. Low altitude.” All eyes turn to the front of the car. In the far distance, over the traffic, the light of thrusters can be seen as they turn the corner. Coming straight for the car. “Happy, activate defense matrix. I can’t seem to disable it, and I don’t wanna take a risk.” Happy’s hand reaches for the central panel, hitting several buttons and swiping through menus. “Stay close kid.” Starks’s hand resting upon your shoulder. The single touch makes you jump right up. “I get it, you nervous. Don’t worry. It’s gonna be alright.”
 In silence, the three passengers watch as the Iron Man suit closes in on the car. "Shit! Hold tight!" Happy shouts. On the suit, from both shoulders, small boxes pop up. Releasing a swarm of bright illuminating missiles, closing in even faster on the car. What started as a small cloud of missiles now turned into a maelstrom of tiny orange colored missiles. On the streets, panic starts breaking out. Cars reversing into each other while large masses of pedestrians run past the car, looking back in fear of the incoming swarm of missiles. Two large arms wrap around you, before you can react, you are pushed flat onto the seat. Tony Stark protecting you, holding you tight to his chest.  His eyes shut tight. “You’re going to be alright,(Y/N). I’ll pro-”
 Stark's last words fall silent in the abhorrent, excruciating sound of pounding and ripping metal. The wave of missiles hammering the exterior. Rocking the car on its wheels. Bright orange flashes color the windows. The smell of burned rubber and smoke fill your nose. There seems to be no end to the uninterrupted stream of missiles. The sound of glass cracking and explosions all around drown out all other sounds. Eventually wrapping the interior in complete darkness. Tony Starks grip didn't let go as you feel yourself being thrown around, hitting the roof, seat, and back up again. The explosions seem to be getting heavier and more frequent from all other sides. Shaking the car so heavily you don't know what up and down is anymore.
 Suddenly the cars rocks from side to side and silence fell upon the car. Slowly opening your eyes, you take in the damage. Dust, smoke and torn leather seats, stained with blood. What once was a car was now a horrible mess of warped metal and hanging wires. An occasional spark from the dangling wires breaks the silence. How are you still alive? Shoots through your mind. Because of the adrenaline you only manage to feel several small cuts itch onto your skin. Other than some minor bruises, you can still move your legs and arms. Though your muscles feel sore and stretched. You look at Stark, slowly pulling himself up. His glasses show several cracks, a small cut on his forehead and pieces of glass scattered on this back. None seems to have made its way through his jacket. "Y-You're hurt?" His voice sounding rasp.
 Looking over the top edge of his glass, breathing heavily. Slowly try to get back up. Checking his surroundings. Happy groaning from the front. "Sir? You alright?" As you feel your head spinning. You hold on the door handle. Your intestines feel entirely off balance. Your stomach is about to be turned upside down. As you feel something coming up. A strong push on your side of the car sends it flying several meters until it collides with something. With your last strength left you manage to hold onto the door. In horror you watch Tony being smacked into the door. Happy befalling the same fate. Regaining your bearings, you try to reach out for them. But instead, your body decides to let go of your meal. Vomiting all over the floor. The door handle then gets violently removed out of your hand. Sending you almost flying out the car. Chunks of vomit flying along. Scrambling back up, you see the Iron Man suit with the door in its hand. Behind you, you hear several words mutter. The Iron Man suit reaching out for you. Now it strikes you. The eyes. A bright green light shines through. He did this.
 Barely able to stand on your feet. Your legs unable to support your own weight, the suit reaches out for you. Assisting you out of the car. You feel a tug on your jacket. From the corner of your eye, you see Stark hanging on. Before you can respond. The Raven lands on the shoulder of the suit. Opening its beak and releasing a screech into the car. Although your ears are still ringing from all the violence, you actually notice nothing special. But Tony, on the other hand, jumps back screaming in pain covering his ears. You look onto him as you are slowly being helped onto the street. The suit then picking you up and flying away from the scene.
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otterskin8 · 6 years ago
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Thoughts on Endgame
Hey everyone else had an opinion, I thought I’d try having one too! 
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Honestly, sometimes it feels a little like everything is on fire whenever I stroll into the fandom and I’ve just got a dopey grin on my face as everyone runs around screaming. 
 I came out of the theatre having had a good time and pleased that certain things were tied off nicely for certain characters. I like the Russos fine but have wanted them to show more personal flair in their work. In this film, in particular, the second act, I thought they really did - there was a lovely, meandering quality to the film that allowed for a lot of humour and fun character beats. It was unexpected and felt like - well, Community (also nice to see those cameos, I loved that show). I really hope to see more of that quirky sense of pathos and fun in their future work. 
This ended up being more a celebration of what the MCU’s accomplished so far than necessarily a finale for all of that. It was, as I expected, mostly a goodbye to Cap and Tony. I like both characters (though I still have my frustrations with them as well), and I pretty much predicted this ending when I placed my bets in 2017 (Cap finally decides he doesn’t have to be a soldier forever and retires, as he deserves, and gets to be a man again, while Tony finally does get the family he wanted but loses it so he can be the new Spider-Man’s Uncle Ben in that franchise. We’ll see if my prediction of a JARVIS-Tony computer program comes true. Maybe Riri Williams breaks into his lab and he appears over her shoulder like Clippy. ‘I see you are trying to steal all my old schematics. Would you like some help with that?’ You heard it here first, folks.) Best of all, Nebz was even more front and centred than I hope possible. She carried the heart of the film and delivered. I loved her confusion, half-regret and grief at Thanos’ first death (such a great shot, her with his head in her arms) to her final victory over herself. I particularly appreciated the opening on her and Tony, where she gets a taste of what it’s like to actually have a caring dad. It makes Tony’s final killing of Thanos feel more right in the story - the flawed father figure who rose up and put children first above his own ambitions kills the one who always put his ambitions first. That cute triangle game Nebula and Tony played explained so much about both of them. So, so good.
I loved Professor Hulk. I wish we’d seen him come to be - he was robbed of that culmination - but I’ve never wanted to hug the guy more. I think he was a fascinating sign of the guilt Banner had. I really loved how the time jump allowed these massive changes in the characters, that they took some big risks to their recognizability. I found that very rewarding. 
The same goes for Thor. My gosh, I loved what they did. I’d bet money that Hemsworth pitched it too, this seems like an idea he’d have. Thor is, of course, my favourite Avenger. It is often painful to watch him sidelined in the Avengers films since the series’ original, more grounded flavour made him an odd player out, preferring to showcase Steve and Tony. He was the unloved member of the trilogy. The same could be said about this film, but honestly Thor is given everything I ever wanted him to deal with in this film. His trauma finally caught up with him and he can’t hide it anymore, and it’s wonderfully heartfelt and funny and sweet and subverts all those ‘paragon of manliness’ tenants Thor has represented throughout history. His strength in this film comes not from being told to ‘buck up’ by Rocket (I loved that his attempt to pep talk and slap Thor into readiness was a total failure), nor from his body, nor, even, from his own mind. Thor gets to run crying to his mum and that’s treated as the healthy and correct thing to do. A necessary thing, even. Frigga delivers the best line in the film (sorry Love You 3000, you get a solid second). 
“Everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be.” I think that hits everyone. It certainly did me. The expectations put on us all, by ourselves, our parents, the needs of our age - they are as crushing as a hammer on your chest. 
Thor is the MVP of this film aside from Nebula. He gets to show the most range, the lowest of the lows and funniest of highs, in the very same scene and often at the very same time. It’s tragicomedy at its finest, which is what I come to the MCU Thor for. The incredible vulnerability combined with excellent comedic timing made this a performance that stands out in the arc. I was also surprised to see this huge, large, film of the century took time to go back to a sadly maligned chapter in its saga - Thor: The Dark World (my problems with it are manifold but I am tired of hearing it called the ‘worst’. That is not true. I know you all forgot about it, but the Incredible Hulk is still technically in the MCU, and there are plenty of other weak chapters that don’t manage to push their characters’ stories forward at all.) Not only that, but it patched one of my main criticisms of that film - that Thor had no time with his mother and their relationship didn’t feel explored enough. And that Thor needed to cry more. I come for man tears, that was what Branagh promised me and frankly I was getting dehydrated of late. So thank you End Game, I am quenched for now. 
I’m sure this will come up in the big long thing I’m doing about the overall themes of the MCU (Dads and Legacy mostly), but this film managed to address some questions the MCU has posed in entry after entry. Thor’s journey has been shaped by his father, and his search for his father’s approval. Sometimes he was found lacking, and other times he realized he needed to abandon that approval to do the right thing, but always he was trapped in the legacy of that father - the mistakes that father had made, and what his father wanted him to become. This film suggests a wonderful alternative to Thor - that he is also his mother’s son, and her desire is for him to be himself first. Once he hears that, he’s able to call Mjölnir - a sign that he also has his father’s approval, after all. No, I do not mind that the hammer came back from the dead for a little fun - it had meaning and significance in its scenes. (Although I still don’t get what’s the big deal of Steve lifting it - it’s a bit a jerk of a hammer, have you seen the list of who else could pick that thing up? Hela, Odin, Thor. All morally gray people. ‘Worthy’ seems to be a matter of conviction, confidence, and desire to act. Not inherent goodness. Eh.) I love that Frigga, long shuffled to the back of the Thor franchise, is given such a key and beautiful moment in this monster film. I love that she gets to be mischevious, fun, hint a little more at her backstory (witches, eh?) and play psychiatrist to a son who really needs her. I always wanted more of these two, and was CONVINCED I’d never get it. I think I’ve died and gone to Valhalla. 
Are there a few lines I wish were cut? Yes, there are some unkind words I wish had been altered - they are unnecessarily cruel and reflect badly on the characters who say them (in particular WM - dude. C’mon.) Rocket’s fine, though - that’s who he is (and that behaviour is changing) and he is not rewarded for his crass treatment. It fails.  Further lessons for character development - trauma isn’t fixed with violence. Pay attention, Rabbit. There are also plenty of plot holes and weird questions. Why can the tesseract suddenly be used without a device? Doesn’t that mean Loki could’ve teleported everyone to safety in IW? Speaking of, why did Thor not try harder to communicate with Loki or steal him from another timeline? I feel like an explanation was called for. It also kinda sucks that IW ended with Thor avenging Heimdall (awesome dude, I love him a lot, but...really? That’s the death they directly reference in Thor’s big moment? I thought they’d use Heimdall there and have Loki be more at the forefront of Thor’s mind in this one, but he seems more banished from his thoughts than Thanos’ name). But eh, at the end of the day, this isn’t meant to be the ending for either Thor or his brother. That’s the best part. I get to ride this train for years to come, and hopefully many more good things are coming. (Although I’m getting bad juju from every announcement I hear about the Loki series so far, so here’s hoping I don’t look back at laugh bitterly at my past self’s optimism.) 
I do hope that when Thor’s story does eventually come to an end that it’s in his own franchise. I feel like ending Cap and Tony’s story here is big and fun and all, but the Thor films began very intimately (somehow THOR might be the smallest film Branagh ever directed) and I hope to see them end that way. And I hope that even with the Loki series doing its own thing and Thor off with the Guardians that the two will be allowed to come back together again for something meaty before the end.
This film did right by my faves, and while it’s unwieldy, lopsided and imperfect it manages to set up the fictional people I care about for interesting things. Here’s to another decade of watching these actors barely age.
P.S. I am genuinely concerned that Eternals is going to hook me. Hmm. I can only hope they don’t do the Arthurian Legends or Egyptian Mythology as well. I’ll be sunk. 
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Real phenomena that people used to think were fake
Real phenomena that people used to think were fake
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Shutterstock Back in the day, people believed in some funny things. Seriously, go back a few centuries, and you'll find ordinary folks thinking that every shot of sperm contained a tiny, pre-formed human inside. Not silly enough? How about the popular belief that mice "spontaneously generated" from mud? Yeah, that didn't age well. Now, that doesn't mean these folks were stupid. Honestly, give it a few decades, and everybody today will look stupid, too. Perhaps the craziest thing, though, are those moments in history where some crazed genius pops up out of nowhere, points to a scientific truth … and the establishment shreds them to pieces. Remember what happened to Galileo when he was audacious enough to point out that the Earth rotated around the sun? Not pretty. Heliocentrism has hardly been the only scientific reality that got mocked in its time, sadly, and the world is full of all-too-real phenomena that people used to think were fake. Ball lightning is a super freaky phenomenon
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Shutterstock The notion that glowing orbs of electricity can generate from thunderstorms, move through walls, and even kill people sounds like something from the latest Thor movie, but nah, it's a real phenomenon. It's called "ball lightning," according to HowStuffWorks, and the cool kids have been talking it up for centuries. Just ask the ancient Greeks. People in the Middle Ages witnessed it, too, and while those folks weren't the most reliable (they also believed in dragons), ball lighting was also reported in the 1800s by a young Czar Nicholas. Then there's Georg Richmann, the famed electricity pioneer, who's believed to have been killed by one of these luminescent death orbs. Now, given how insane and supernatural ball lightning sounds, you can't blame people for yawning, snickering, and rolling their eyes at these reports. Experts wrote it off completely until 1963, according to Nature, when — finally! — an honest-to-goodness scientist got involved. This dude, Robert Clifton Jennison, was riding a red-eye flight from New York to Washington. As the plane passed through a thunderstorm, one of these freaky electric balls emerged from the cabin, floated down the aisle, and vanished. Nightmare fuel? Sure, but also fascinating, so Jennison decided to study, you know, whatever the heck he'd just seen. Since then, ball lightning has been openly examined, theorized about, and even recreated in a lab. As for why it happens? That's still being figured out, according to National Geographic, but theories abound. Cataclysmic floods can really happen
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Shutterstock Every culture has its own flood myth. You've certainly heard of Noah and his ark, but there's also a version in Hindu mythology, a Mesopotamian version, as well as a flood in North American indigenous legends, just to name a few. While there's probably no way that a single flood could've decimated the globe, you wouldn't be the first person to propose that certain countries might've experienced their own so-called "cataclysmic floods" — i.e., floods capable of sinking entire geographic regions — as an explanation for these myths. However, back in the 1920s, geologists thought cataclysmic floods were a bunch of crock, according to Discover Magazine. They considered the notion so ridiculous, in fact, that when a guy named J Harlen Bretz claimed that he'd found evidence that one such flood had sunk the state of Washington about 15,000 years ago … well, let's say they laughed him out of the room. To them, Bretz's apocalyptic vision of Washington being buried beneath waters over 100 feet high sounded more like fanaticism than science. Here's the thing, though. Bretz was right, and he knew he was right. As he dug through dried up waterfalls and bizarre granite boulders, he pieced together that this great flood had originally spilled out of Montana's Lake Missoula, and a few decades later, further studies showed that his "Missoula Floods" had really happened. The best part? Once Bretz's work was vindicated, other geologists located similar evidence of various cataclysmic floods from around the world. Flood myths, explained! Everybody thought reptile dreams were fake
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Shutterstock All animals have to sleep sometime, right? Surprisingly enough, The Washington Post says that's been a matter of some debate. Until recently, it was widely believed that most animals, other than mammals and birds, don't actually "sleep" in the way that humans define it, but instead, they simply "rest." Insects and amoebas, for example, might slow down and reduce their activity, but there's been no evidence that they experience the same restorative, REM states that mammals and birds enjoy. That's not sleep, and hence, they don't have dreams. And for a long time, scientists thought that humankind's scaly friends, the reptiles, couldn't dream, either. That notion got rocked in 2016, as reported by Scientific American, when a sleep study was performed on five Australian bearded dragons. Probes were placed inside their lizard brains, and it was found that each of the little green guys experienced REM sleep cycles nightly, making it highly probably that — bizarre as it sounds —these lizards also probably experience dreams. This was a big surprise to researchers, and even more intriguingly, it points toward the notion that reptiles and birds probably shared common ancestors who also had dreams. Unfortunately, there's no way to go back and ask a Tyrannosaurus Rex what kind of dreams it had, but you can probably wager that they involved meat, sun, teeth falling out, or weird insecurities about having such tiny arms. Sound the alarm, the continents are moving!
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Shutterstock In the early 20th century, according to Smithsonian.com, a German meteorologist named Alfred Wegener proposed the idea that all of Earth's continents, which seem so static, were actually just moving fragments of a prehistoric supercontinent he named Pangaea. This hypothesis, called continental drift, is now accepted science. Back when Wegener was alive, though, his concepts and character were torn apart by the establishment, like a hungry pack of coyotes lunging for the best bits of meat. The big problem, as one geologist so unintentionally pointed out, was that believing Wegener's theory undid everything that geologists had built over the past 70 years, requiring a near-total reset. Not fun! And so, instead, continental drift was written off as "delirious ravings." An American paleontologist referred to it as "Germanic pseudo­-science." Who was this strange little man, trying to claim that the ground beneath a person's feet was perpetually moving? How were those things moving, huh? So basically, everybody thought this guy was a kook, and those who suspected otherwise wanted him to be a kook. Rather than crumbling under the criticism, though, Wegener used it to refine his theory, correcting all his mistakes, and advancing forward. In the 1960s, a new generation of geologists unseated the old guard, and were far more open to Wegener's ideas. Unfortunately, by that time, it was already too late for Wegener to see his own exoneration. In 1930, while making a lifesaving delivery of food to meteorologists stranded in Greenland, Wegener died. Ulcers are caused by bacteria, not stress
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Shutterstock What causes ulcers? Until the 1980s, everyone in the medical community would've told you that they were brought about by stress, according to NBC News. And hey, that's believable enough. Stress does horrible things to the mind, the body, and your overall health. However, when Australian pathologists Barry Marshall and Robin Warren began working together in 1981, they came to a different conclusion about ulcers. They believed their onset was caused by bacteria in the stomach. A bacterium named Helicobacter pylori, to be precise. Their theory didn't go down well with the establishment. At the time, medical schools taught that the stomach was a pool of sterile, corrosive juices, unable to grow bacteria of any kind, so the men's findings were dismissed. However, Barry Marshall was convinced, and like Bruce Banner bombarding himself with his own gamma rays, Marshall made the fateful decision to concoct a drink, filled with Helicobacter pylori germs, and gulp it down. Yikes! Sure enough, the brilliant and brave scientist came down horribly sick, thereby proving his point. Dramatic evidence, for sure, though perhaps a bit less dramatic than hulking out into a green monster. Anyhow, this impromptu experiment completely altered science's perception of ulcer disease. The two men were righteously awarded a Nobel prize in 2005. Big earthquakes trigger little earthquakes across the world Shutterstock Big earthquakes leave a big impact. That's all thanks to "remote triggering," a scientific reality established after 1992, when a massive, 7.3 magnitude earthquake in California sent smaller tremors rumbling all the way into Yellowstone National Park. Back then, the scientific community balked at the notion that colossal earthquakes could trigger smaller ones — particularly if those smaller earthquakes occurred on the other side of the planet, or in areas not prone to quake activity — but a 2008 study by the University of Utah proved that the impossible was all-too-possible. The researchers examined multiple instances of remote triggering, caused by 15 major earthquakes from 1992 through 2006. Most notable of these, perhaps, was the horrifying 2004 earthquake in Sumatra, which remotely triggered quakes in Ecuador, literally on the opposite side of the planet. That's a long reach, no? Remote triggering has since become a hot topic for experts, according to New Scientist, and it's even been estimated big quakes cause other quakes at least nine percent of the time. Whoa! Maybe that also explains why id Software's Quake games keep spawning new Quake sequels, eh? Quasicrystals were considered an impossible phenomenon In 1982, an Israeli chemist named Daniel Shechtman was shocked to observe something which, by all scientific measures known at the time, couldn't exist. His discovery of a crystal displaying fivefold symmetry (as seen above) defied explanation, according to Britannica. At the time, it was believed that crystals could only possess two, three, four, or sixfold symmetries, since a fivefold symmetry would seemingly not be able to provide the necessary repeating structure. Shechtman's crystal, in fact, did not repeat, rendering it "aperiodic," and thus it was even more impossible. His bizarre finding, now referred to as quasicrystals, contradicted with established science dating back to the 1890s, and as The Jerusalem Post points out, Shechtman was villainized, mocked, and even ousted from his research group. It took two years for him to publish his discovery, at which point one American chemist, Linus Pauling, dismissed him by stating, "There are no quasicrystals, only quasi-scientists." Ouch. Except Shechtman had it right, and quasicrystals were real. In 1987, French and Japanese scientists were able to produce quasicrystals big enough to be examined with X-rays, redeeming Shechtman's reputation. A few decades later, in 2011, the former "quasi-scientist" was awarded a Nobel prize. Take that, doubters. Einstein's theory of relativity bumped against common knowledge of the time Central Press/Getty Images Listen, Albert Einstein's messy white hair might now be the worldwide symbol of scientific brilliance, but it wasn't always that way. Back in 1905, a rather young version of the legendary theoretical physicist published a paper on "special relativity," according to JSTOR Daily, proposing that space and time were linked together. Now, this paper was the direct predecessor to his now-famous theory of general relativity. Without getting into the nitty-gritty, this was where he stirred gravity into the recipe. However, while Einstein's later work has been accepted as one of the most important scientific theories ever — and, as USA Today points out, his work keeps getting re-confirmed today — the establishment of 1905 was a lot more skeptical about the guy. See, back then, everybody was convinced that space was filled with this bizarro substance called ether. Widely considered the fifth element, ether was theorized to be the "solid" that filled all the nothing, but … uh, wasn't detectable. Right. Think "ethereal," and you'll get the idea. Anyway, whatever ether was believed to be, Einstein's theory directly contradicted its existence, so other scientists scorned his work as "totally impractical and absurd." However, when Albert Einsten pointed out that there was no evidence for ether, he was right. These days, sure enough, Einstein's theories are the law of the land. The only place you'll find ether is … well, in the ether. Once upon a time, scientists didn't believe in meteorites Shutterstock Meteorites seem like an obvious reality. However, just imagine for a moment if someone told you — in an era before iPhones, before Wikipedia, before cameras — that they'd seen a glowing space rock shoot out of the sky. Sounds stupid, right? After all, throughout history, people have claimed to see all kinds of wacky junk raining down from the clouds, including blood, animals, and milk. Meteorites, though, ended up being the one that was true. By the end of the 1700s, some scientists were starting to warm up to the idea — with great trepidation, since believing in space rocks risked widespread humiliation — but according to Smithsonian.com, the real turning point hit in 1803, when over 3,000 meteorites came raining down over the town of L'Aigle in Normandy, France. People reacted strongly, as you'd expect, and so the physicist Jean-Baptise Biot investigated. Biot interviewed witnesses, noted how all of them came from different walks of life and had no reason to corroborate on some fantasy tale together, and he then published his reports. Biot was a big name, with a lot of credibility, so people took notice. Just a few months later, his fellow scientists finally accepted the strange fact that glowing rocks really did rain down from space. Now, as for blood rain or milk droplets? Nah, not unless someone in an airplane is pouring weird crap over your head. This whole 'platypus' thing is a joke, right? Shutterstock Without question, the platypus is the most bizarre animal on the planet. Seriously, even if unicorns, jackalopes, or mermaids were real, they'd be less freaky than this fella. It's hard to even describe a furry brown water mammal that has the bill of a duck, the tail of a beaver, four tiny legs with webbed feet, and poisonous spurs, to boot. And it all culminates in the fact that, like a reptile, it lays eggs. Super weird. If anything, the platypus' sheer existence seems like a middle finger to anyone bold enough to try classifying animals. Today, of course, everybody knows that these mix-and-match animals are real. However, back in 1799, when a carefully preserved platypus specimen landed on the desk of biologist George Shaw, he thought he was being punked. According to Atlas Obscura, Shaw cut, snipped and poked at the animal's body, with the full expectation that the platypus would reveal itself to be an elaborate taxidermy creation. However, there were no stitches, so Shaw was left scratching his head. How could it be real? Back then, animal classification was just getting underway, and the duck-billed, egg-laying platypus threw a big monkey wrench into the proceedings. Eventually, Australia sent Europe enough platypus specimens that the question of their veracity became moot. Even today, people think climate change is fake Shutterstock When scientists discovered the biggest, deadliest phenomenon in human history, it was — and, unfortunately, continues to be — greeted with mass skepticism. Just like people of the past hated the notion that Earth wasn't the center of the universe, citizens of the late 20th century didn't want to believe that climate change was real, much less that humans were to blame. But hey, sorry, the facts speak for themselves. It's really not a matter of politics, and regular folks can debate this all they want, but when 97 percent of scientists agree on something? Yeah, you should probably trust the folks with PhDs in this stuff. Also, while climate change might feel like a piano that suddenly dropped out of a window, the science isn't new. As National Geographic points out, scientists have known about the greenhouse effect for decades, and the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change was established all the way back in late 1988. The only reason it's taken so long for people to accept it (or react) has nothing to do with the experts, and everything to do with aggressive lobbying from the fossil fuel industries. In recent years, thankfully, Yale reports that an increasing percentage of Americans believe in global warming. However, if today's humans don't want their grandkids to consider them as stupid as Galileo's critics from the 1600s, assuming that there's even a world left for said kids … well, everybody's going to have to become carbon neutral way faster.
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Not Vibing + Nostalgia | Doing the Write Thing #47
Dudes. My writing life has just been so weird lately.
I’m not really vibing with this book right now. I don't know why. Kind of a bummer, but it happens. That’s okay. The important part is, I’ve been writing. Though to put it out there, I’m in an editing + outlining mood. Not a drafting mood. Does anyone else feel that way too sometimes? I mean, editing and outlining are still SO important, but for some reason, my stubborn brain refuses to believe I’m being productive if I’m not writing. Even if I’m outlining a million chapters a day, I still can’t feel content with my productivity. It’s weird. But yeah, anyway. Not vibing with you, FOSTERED #5. Not vibing.
THAT’S OKAY THOUGH.
Don’t know if I’m going to have much time to vibe beyond today and tomorrow because GUESS WHO’S DRIVING FROM TORONTO TO PENNSYLVANIA THURSDAY TO SEE PRECIOUS KID.
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(when ur brother took that photo cuz both ur brothers already met the band for u because ur brothers happened to be on tour in California cuz ur brothers happen to be in a band, and also didn't happen to have a show that day so they drove like 2 hours just to meet the band for u and ur sister cuz ur brothers are great even tho like don't tell ur brothers cuz ew brothers.)
(when u made that poster Justine [middle] is holding with ur sister [u did the lettering] and ur brothers got the band to sign copies for u ur sister and ur best friend and they do and r like the sweetest people ever)
(when u find out precious kid is having a show in Pennsylvania and even tho its a 7 hour drive ur brothers and mom decide to take u becuz u have the best family ever)
Also, going to Mexico from next Monday to Friday with the family. So my life looks like this:
Thursday: wake up really early and drive all the way to Pennsylvania. Watch Precious Kid show. Faint.
Also Thursday: drive to grandparents’ house and sleep there.
Friday: drive all the way back home.
Saturday: RELAXXXXX
Sunday: Pack. Also. Don’t panic. You’re going on a plane. But don’t panic.
(this is going to be really hard lol.)
(I’ll try)
(I’ve gone on a plane before no problem)
(Except now I’ve got anxiety (TM))
(rip)
Monday: Get up at like 2AM (so basically just don’t sleep the night before), go to airport, get on plane, go to Mexico.
Rest of the week: Enjoy Mexico fams.
Friday (or whenever we come back I don't know things I just go as things go): hello back home Toronto school starts soon BUT ALSO YOU’RE SEEING SURF CURSE IN LIKE 10 DAYS AND MAYBE GET TO MEET THEM AND ALSO DAUGHTER RELEASES A 13 SONG ALBUM TWO DAYS LATER.
HONESTLY JUST FREAKING LIVE YOUR LIFE BECAUSE LOOK AT ALL THE AWESOME SHIT THAT HAPPENS.
Anyway onto the update.
Daily word count goal: 250
Words written: 789
Total word count: 120 981
Total page count: 219
Songs played: SO I don't think I wrote with music, but I have a couple things to say in regards to music.
Like I mentioned one of my ALL TIME favourite bands (right behind The Strokes, like SO close behind The Strokes sort of) Daughter, is releasing a new album on September 1st. I about died. I talked to @sssoto​ about this after noticing they posted an ominous uncaptioned photo yesterday, and I can’t believe it actually happened.
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It’s actually a score to the new Life Is Strange video game, but GUYS. Daughter just released their second album at the very start of 2016, and I don't think anyone was expecting them to release something so huge so soon. I’ve been screaming all day because of this news if you know what I mean. ;)
So punny.
They released one of the songs off the album today called Burn It Down, and I’m just going to leave it here because I'm afraid I’ll just type in all caps like OMG GUYZ ITS SO GOODZ so to avoid embarrassing myself:
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The lyrics are absolutely amazing. I adore everything Daughter because Elena writes every lyric with such care and has such amazing word choice. Honestly look at me being a writer commenting on word choice in lyrics. ;) I can’t help it. She’s honestly an amazing lyricist.
Here’s some of my faves from the song:
Always said I was a good kid Always said I had a way with words Never knew I could be speechless Don't know how I'll ever break this
And there’s:
Now the world is only white noise Frequencies that I can't understand
NOW THE WORLD IS ONLY WHITE NOISE LIKE WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT.
(See what I mean. She writes with so much care but it doesn't seem forced. Writing goals. Also so sorry if Igor or Remi or someone else also penned these lyrics as well, lol. I love you too.)
I'll set fire to the whole place I don't even care about our house
!!!!!!!
So I got a little carried away there. Daughter is greatness.
Let’s just get carried away more, shall we?
So Surf Curse released their second album Nothing Yet this year. I’m a chronological music listener, so if I like a band, I have to like them A LOT because I buy every album and listen to them in order. I’m not a single song listener. Like, there are so many single songs I love from other bands but I’m such an awful music listener, I won’t listen to them until I fall in love. Basically, any band I listen to is a favourite band.
(I’m so sorry, I’d love music recs though if you have any. I genuinely do love when people do that. :) I apologize for my weird music habits though. Genuinely don't know what’s up with that, lol.)
My point was, I finally got Nothing Yet. My sister, best friend and I (with my brotherz cuz lol) are going to see them, and obviously they’re going to play songs from this album. I’ll admit, this album doesn't have the classic ‘Surf Curse’ sound, but I’m so down for Nothing Yet.
Nothing Yet is a lot more indie than punk but aaaaahahhahaha guess who’s living for it.
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Favourite songs so far (I’ve only listened to it once full through since I just got it but): Falling Apart, All Is Lost, Nostalgia, Sleeping, and Christine F.
This isn’t related at all to my writing session tonight but.
Things to know: I’m not having as much fun as I should be? I’m writing a Lonan Clark Interrogation Scene (TM) [they’ve happened so many times because this boy is such a savage at this point they’re like recurring episodes looooool], but eh. Content is fine, but I’m not vibing. You catch my drift? Did I just say catch my drift.
How I felt: Is it terrible if I say bored. Sorry Lonan. dkm. (This is a me thing. It’s literally a great scene, and I’m just sitting there like yahhhhh no.)
Bad haiku to describe writing session: Boredom is not good / Especially when the scene / Is kinda good yeah
Rating of writing session out of 10 and why: 6.5 because of the above :(
On a scale from 1-10 my level of stoked-ness is: also a 6.5
Lyrics to describe writing session: He wants it easy; he want it relaxed / Said I can do a lot of things, but I can't do that / Two steps forward, then three steps back
--The End Has No End, The Strokes (Room On Fire)
I can promise you I’ve used these lyrics before but honestly me. I want it easyyyyyyyy I want it relaxed said I can do a lot of things but I can’t do thaaaaaaaat.
GIF to describe writing session:
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*AND THAT OVER THERE IS RACHEL’S MOTIVATION FLOATING FAR, FAR AWAY!*
Thank you Julian. You always believe in me.
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Excerpt:
How about some savage Lonan dialogue.
“I really have to tell you the truth?”
“Unless you want your brain matter to paint a Picasso on the wall behind you, I’d suggest so.”
(lonan is the second person)
(I should make that clear but I don't really need to cuz I have tags before this + context but)
“This could take as little as a half hour if you stick to the facts and stop with your bullshit, but seeming as though doing so is impossible for you, I’ll settle for two hours. Understood?”
honestly is he talking to me in this last one. because this scene could literally take me as little as a half hour if I stuck to the facts and stopped with my bullshit but it seems as though doing so is impossible for me so I’m settling for two.
(We all have off days. It’s okay.)
(It’s funny though because I don’t really have writer’s block. I know exactly what needs to happen but every time I try to write I'm like oh this is torture what are words.)
(This happened yesterday too. When I re-read what I wrote, it was fine, but it’s taking a long time to put together! Which is fine. Honestly, that happens sometimes. :))
So that’s it for the writing update! That’s actually not it though! So before I really started blogging, a few really special people in my life did some really amazingly sweet things for the FOSTERED books (+ I’M DISAPPOINTED), and I wanted to stroll down memory lane and talk about it.
EDIT: So I just took 3 hours to find all of these images. I had to scroll through my Instagram which has over 2000 photos on it... Like sometimes I wish I could go back and tell my 12 year old self that literally no one cares but alas. I’ve blurred all handles etc out because my (and everyone else mentioned here) Instagram is private, sooo that’s exclusive to friends and family.
Without further ado, I bring to you, NOSTALGIA. To preface, these were all from 2014/2015. So no judgements. lol. Excuse how lame I am in these captions. Honestly. Also: I hope this doesn't come across like I’m boasting about things people have done for me as that’s not what I’m intending at all. I just want to share the love and kind of thank the people who did all this stuff for me one more time because honestly, every single thing I received genuinely touched me, and everything I receive now continues to touch me. It makes me really happy thinking about all this stuff, so I thought I’d share the good vibes. :)
1. I’M DISAPPOINTED cast fanart
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So @sarahkelsiwrites​ drew these guys for me in 2015. I mean let’s just give a shout out to Ben. (Her art doesn't look like this anymore lol. So sorry Sarah.)
2. My first Twitter banner
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Do I need to explain this one.
Also, that ain’t my handle anymore wut kind of.
(i’m now @ rachellwrites)
(but I don't use my twitter for anything besides reblogging precious kid tweets so there’s a warning)
3. Ashley’s Foster comment legacy + Sarah and quinoa
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I mean. Sarah’s profile picture was legit an avatar she made of Harrison through an app or something.
4. Fetus Loner angst tho I didn't know he was angsty
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It’s almost three years later and The Emotional Loner Chronicles is now running its 12th million season ft melancholy and angst
5. Ashley’s Foster comment legacy lives on
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6. Fosever foreverrrrr
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Sarah made me this really awesome plastic thing with perler beads to commemorate Fosever (MC + love interest aka foster + reeve) and I can’t get over how cool this thing is... It’s been a while (like a year) since I’ve seen it, but it’s lying around somewhere, and it’s incredibly cool. It actually attaches together. Thanks @sarahkelsiwrites!​
7. @sarahkelsiwrites​‘ early Reeve fanart
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sarah’s going to kill me for putting this on here lol. Honestly though at the time I literally freaked. She drew it for me when she was at home sick, and it’s just so thoughtful and adorable lol.
8. Ashley’s cliffolution
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@imdisappointed​ (Ashley) is the best best friend I could ask for. Bah.
9. Making paper cranes with Ashley
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Ashley was actually the one who helped me make all the paper cranes on the newer edition of the FOSTERED books. She posted this when we were done, and I still can’t stop laughing.
10. I’M DISAPPOINTED love
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this is just so sweet, lol. bah.
11. Clifford fanart by Sarah + caption
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Sarah drew this portrait of Clifford a very long time ago, but it still remains one of my favourite things ever.
12. Sarah and Lonan clash heads a lot 
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Do I need to explain this one other than the fact that @sarahkelsiwrites​ literally calls the FOSTERED books Harrison Palooza.
13. The Harrison Chair
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Here’s a really cringy old excerpt from book three that explains why Sarah posted about a chair in a hotel room ignore the literal terrible writing :
“She’s in Texas?” I blurt, turning around on the spinning chair. Harrison stares at me for another second like he’s contemplating some evil plan, walks up to me, lifts me out of the chair, sets me on the bed, then takes a seat in it himself. “Oh yeah…” he mumbles. “So much fucking better…” “Harrison!”   “Jesus, this is so much fucking better…” he moans, rubbing a hand over his face. “What the hell was that for?” I growl, crossing my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow up at him. He sighs before deflating completely in the chair, answering me with his eyes closed. “For sitting your fat ass in my chair.” He grumbles, soon demanding Foster go turn on the coffee machine.
I talked to her about this recently, and apparently she still gets mad over this. Oh boy.
14. Lonan and his Quest bars
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This is actually my own comment but I’m sharing because this is just too good.
15. I don't even know what’s going on but Harrison.
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@sarahkelsiwrites and her pro Harrison edits. I just love the font choice in this.
16. Sarah makes Reeve a birthday cake
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This was so cute, and I actually forgot this happened until I found this post again super recently!
17. Cousin retrieves a cup with the word Foster just to show me
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This was years ago, but I think it’s just really adorable? I think it’s so sweet that she went out of her way to get it. Honestly. I can’t gush because I’m just eklsblwkanelfkn feelings.
18. Ris cover from the trash
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This picture was actually what pushed me to make this post because my cousin and I just talked about this a few days ago! She told me she looked through the trash for weeks to find this thing because it looked like it said RIS and lol honestly I just... That’s so funny and thoughtful and plain adorable cuz I know I wouldn’t search through the trash for Harrison (leave him where he belongssss), but she did and that’s just bahhhh. So thank you Becca. for literally going out of your way to retrieve two pieces of trash with my characters’ names on it because if that isn’t their aesthetic, I don’t know what is.
19. Sarah’s emojis
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lol. I cri.
20. Greek god.
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I can’t help but laugh so hard every time I see this. HAHAHAHAHA.
So that’s it! I talked about birthday cakes etc, before, so I didn’t include them in this round. But honestly, all of these things mean so much to me... I wish I could project my gratitude a little more eloquently, but I’m so happy these three wonderful people are in my life, and thought of my book and liked it enough to take their own time to make things for it.
Most of this was all a couple years ago, like I mentioned, but I still love all of these things now. Thanks so much for letting me share them with you! I hope you guys enjoyed this post. :) I’ll see you in the next one!
--Rachel
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