#coz no matter what they had each other- there weren’t ever actually alone

[tutuandscoot]

I have such a soft spot for seeing them in the K&C by themselves and I have no idea why ..

.. I think it just goes back to that really comforting feeling of them always having each other. It’s a weird thing for me coming from the dance world in that hardly ever did you have your teacher/coach with you at a competition or even exams. Some other schools did often have their teacher there but in 10 years I can count on one hand the times my teacher bothered to showed up to watch me. So I still find it weird that’s skaters’ coaches are always with them at comps. I get it- it’s just how the sport works but that constant counselling and advisement seems so excessive to me who just did it all alone. So with them in the K&C alone, knowing in almost every scenario there is a coach sitting there with the skater/s (d@m.. in the SCI ones Marie came over just after these clips, and in the GPF one Marina had just left them.. this isn’t about coaches not being there it’s just the cute visual..) it’s just a sweet thing to see them there together before all the hugs and kisses and comments from coaches, it’s an extension of how it’s just them on the ice and kinda a quick little peek into their working dynamic we don’t often get to see..

[realcube]

speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge   

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands 

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked 

he shook his head, keeping his lips together 

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today 

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨ 

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk 

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE 

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’  he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck 

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more 

Kentarō Kyōtani 

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’  or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry 

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you 

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare 

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life 

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you 

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses 

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that 

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips 

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible 

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

[cozyforjate]

MacGyver 5x01

After the long wait MacGyver has returned with a kickass premiere. And because the wait was too long, my review will be long too! So you are warned.

The episode was great. Loved the John Wick references, the storyline was solid, pacing was good, action scenes were brilliant and the fight choreographies are getting better and better each season so this episode also did not that dissapoint on that front. And bcoz i missed all the characters so freaking much, having them back felt so good.

Vincent is probably one of my favorite guest stars ever on this show. Loved the humor he brought to the scenes and i think he had great chemistry with both Russ and Mac. I wasn’t even sorry that he double crossed them coz he did it so smoothly! LOL

In another life Mac and Vincent could have been best buddies!

Girls Team & Boys Team

One of the things i loved about this episode was the “tension” between the characters. I was glad to see that the whole Codex mess wasn’t glossed over.

It was nice to see Mac-Russ and Riley-Desi trying to save the day while dealing with their “trust issues”.

I really loved the paralel storytelling between Boys Team and Girls Team.

Last time it was MacRiley vs RussDesi… And now Matty mixes the teams so that they could regain some of the trust that was lost between them. I love you BOSS LADY!

Now this episode might have been “perfect” if it could have handled the Riley-Desi resolution better. I enjoyed how Mac-Russ made things work in the end. Russ already apologized Mac in 4x13 but in this episode we saw that his trust issues and paranoia were still going on. And Mac was having a hard time working with a guy that tried to “kill” him. DUH!

It was so good to see Mac saying everything that is needed to be said and in the end Russ finally realized the wrong in his behaviour and let Mac know that he has his trust from now on.

Riley&Desi

But IMO things didn’t end in a satisfying way for the Girls Team. The writers trying to “soften” Desi’s behaviour in 4x12 by throwing some of the guilt on Riley, left a bad taste in my mouth.

Desi says she could have joined Riley if she would have let her in on her plan.

And this is 100% NOT TRUE.

Lets remember 4x12 very quickly…

Mac’s gone rogue. Russ tells the team Mac is now an enemy of the state. Desi sides with Russ. Matty and Bozer are neutral. Riley tries to reason with everyone on the team.

“Guys, is this really neccessary?”

“Mac does everything for a reason.”

“Mac doesn’t have an evil bone in his body.”

While Riley tries to make Desi & the team change their minds about Mac, what does Desi do?: 

That’s not my interpretation guys, that’s canon. That is what happened in 4x12.

So we all know that Riley letting Desi in on her plan could only end with Desi stopping her. Desi’s mind was set, she didn’t trust Mac and she wanted nothing but to stop him. Let’s not change history!

Besides, why did Desi need Riley’s plan, couldn’t she come up with her own to save Mac if that’s what she really wanted to do?

So as you see, Riley apologizing to Desi was total BS. Desi was the only one who needed to say sorry and unfortunately the best she could do was to say “she regretted her choices”…  I think once again writers missed the opportunity for some character development for Desi. Desi needs to OWN her mistakes alone without other characters’ HELP.

The triangle

Because i’m an obssesed fan who likes to delve more deeply into the characters, i rewatched this episode and here’s the conclusion i’ve come:

Desi is angry and resentful. But not just angry at Riley but herself too. She says she regrets not being there for Mac and Riley. She knows she should have trusted Mac and messed up!

But i also sensed some jealously there. By the end of 4x13 Desi’s anger towards Mac seemed to dissapear. So why was Desi angry at Riley in 5x01?

Because as Mac’s girlfriend she should have been the one by his side when it really mattered.

Because as Mac’s partner, she should have been the one risking it all to protect him.

But it was Riley who did all that.

That’s why she’s projecting all her anger on Riley. Because she is jealous. And i think Riley noticed that too. Our queen is very perceptive especially when it comes to reading people’s emotions.

Throughout the episode she tried to make things work with Desi. But Desi blocked all her attempts. And when Desi opened up, Riley realized that there is a much deeper wound under all that anger. That’s probably why she apologized. It was Riley’s way of making things work. Riley was the bigger person here. She wanted peace, she needed a solution. So she said sorry

Back to Desi’s “jealousy”… When she asked Riley why she followed Mac, she was totally fishing for another answer.

Desi is not stupid she already knows the obvious answer. Riley followed Mac bcoz she trusted him. But that’s not what she was searching for. She asked the question to read Riley’s expressions and body language. And Riley felt that too… But bcoz our queen is a true queen she delivered the best line of the episode:

“Because i trust Mac. Question is why didn’t you?”

This line is heavy people! Riley counterattacks Desi. She is basically saying “Instead of interrogating me about my feelings how about you question yours?”

This episode might have resolved the Codex tension, but the triangle is still a reality. Both girls have feelings for Mac, so there’ll be more tension/awkwardness between them. Better get ready!

Timejump

10 months and a pandemic since Codex, huh?

We all know that the writers added that line and the information about Phoenix being shut down to fit the new episodes to a pandemic world. But for die-hard fans like us, it’s not working. The characters are acting like Codex happened yesterday, Riley recently moved to a new place which she was looking for in 4x11…

So i’m gonna ignore the 10 month time jump coz i know that the additional episodes weren’t designed that way.

Honourable mention

1 to 10, how hot was the opening scene? *cough 11 cough*

It was literally and figuratively HOT.

I really wanted and expected Mac’s towel to drop at some point. Obviously dissapointed when it didn’t! LMAO 

Untill next week

To end my weekly MacGyver ramblings; i can say that i’m ok with the team resolving the tension. The episodes we are watching now were actually written as a continuation of season 4. Probably back in the day the writers didn’t want to keep the dark-tense episodes going forever so they needed to put an end to that and move to lighter and more fun dynamic.

[changelingvixen]

Coffee and sympathy. On lost friends.

It was her oldest, ex-friend’s birthday.

When she’d been a child, she had had a close friend, an Au Ra, called Eyrin. Eyrin was beautiful, but as children and even as teenagers, that didn’t seem to matter. She was jealous of the attention Eyrin received but her friend still cared for her. They shared ideas and made up stories together and read the same books, learned languages and history from both sets of parents like they were siblings. Eyrin was smart and quick, but so was she, so they understood each other. They laughed together and shared secrets. They were happy.

And then, Eyrin realised she could do better. Slowly but surely Eyrin’s new friends became her best friends and she, her old friend, was moved into the background, into the role of servant or supporter when Eyrin needed a boost, before she moved back to her new crowd. She was fine to bake a cake for Eyrin, but she wasn’t invited to the large party Eyrin would throw to share it. Eyrin’s beauty and laughter and stories were for her new friends now, and she used them as leverage for popularity. It came easily to her, and she wouldn’t have minded except for the way Eyrin treated her now, in spite of who, what, she had grown into. She knew she was an embarrassment to Eyrin now, she couldn’t play the game Eyrin played, the game of life. She just wished…

So one day, she simply left. She didn’t speak to her friend again. She didn’t go to her house or meet with her. And Eyrin didn’t chase her. And that was the end of it.

But she often thought of her ex-friend, of where she could be now. Of what she could have done differently to keep her friendship, or if she’d really deserved to be a second class citizen in her friend’s life. From time to time, she saw Eyrin’s name in newspapers under stories she’d written. Eyrin was published, she was famous, in her own way. The pictures that accompanied the stories were lovely. One of them had been about her own wedding.

She’d thrown the newspaper away.

She remembered her Eyrin’s laugh, her quick, shining eyes. The way she poured wine, its redness staining her lips as she giggled, the way when Eyrin had actually focussed on her, she could make her feel like the centre of the universe, like she was interesting and worthy and for a moment, beautiful, too. Eyrin’s pretty dresses, the way she’d grab her hands to make her dance. Their conversations on speculative history. What if there was another emperor in Garlemald, what if the Allagans had changed this or that? What if the elementals in the Shroud changed their desires for peace or war? Eyrin’s dreams, her sweet face. How it felt when that face had turned from her, dismissive, cool, uncaring, ignoring her. Oh, how she missed her. Every part of life seemed like she lost more than she ever gained. Being alone might be the right choice – the one that allowed her to admit some touch of self-respect - but it didn’t make it the easy one.

And so she sat, chin in her hands, staring out the window over a cold cup of coffee, watching the people come and go down the dusty streets of Ul’dah, until a voice interrupted her memories.

“Gil for your thoughts? If I had a spare gil, that is…”

She smiled wanly. “My thoughts aren’t worth a whole gil, don’t worry.”

Martyn sat beside her, perching on the chair next to her. He pointed at her blue mug of coffee. “If you ain’t going to drink it, I’ll stop makin’ them.”

She recoiled, pretended to be offended. “Don’t you even! It’s the only thing keeping me alive.” She was only half-joking. It was so strange how such a small thing became such an important, heart-warming part of her day. “You’re the only other person in the Celestium who can make good coffee, anyway. Royse puts too much milk in.”

“She does,” he agreed. “So what’s that face for? Want to talk?”

He looked genuinely compassionate. She tried not to read anything into that. He’s a nice person. That’s all.

“I was just thinking…about someone I used to know,” she said, paused, and blurted, “She’s not my friend any more. She changed. I don’t know. It’s her birthday today. That’s all.” She stared back into the mug.

He sighed. “Hey. I’m – I’m sorry. It never gets easier, right?”

“Nope,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. She folded her hands on the small table.

“Close friend?” he asked, and she nodded. His lips tightened. He placed his hands on the table, near hers, near enough to feel their warmth.

“I had a friend, like that, too,” he said, haltingly. She nodded, looking at his hands near hers. She knew about Whastrach, vaguely.

“You never get over how they change so much, right? What could have happened, were they always like that?” he grimaced. “What didn’t I see? We were workin’ together, Whas and me. I thought he cared about Blue Magic as much as me. About the Whalaqee.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “He made friends there an’ helped out with everything. And he was talented. Naturally talented. It wasn’t any work, for him. He picked spells up like…” he snapped his fingers. “Even when he got back to Eorzea, when our funding was cut. I didn’t expect him to give up everything an’ come back but…I didn’t expect him to sell out either.” He snorted. “I thought he cared – about somethin’ more than money. There’s plenty of things more important than money. But he didn’t see that, not any more, if he ever did…” he trailed off, something stubborn and hurt in his eyes.

She wondered if she could put her hand on his. If she could turn her palm over to press against his.

“I’m sorry…” she said, softly, instead. “You just keep wondering. It never stops. But…” she glanced at his face, then away, not able to make eye contact. “It wasn’t – I mean, it’s not you. I think…he missed out on a lot. Money isn’t…” she bit off ‘love’ as a follow up word. “…isn’t happiness.” She bit her lip.

He threw her a smile – a real one. “That’s what I said. I was angry, at first. We argued. How could he be such a…bloody idiot? The way he treated people, I hated it. And he didn’t get it.” His teeth grit. “He just…sneered at me. And I thought, I didn’t ever even know him at all, did I?”

She thought of Eyrin, her casual expectation that she should be bowed to, naturally, as the superior talent. It hadn’t even crossed her mind it would be any other way. That their friendship had been something childish and small, and now they were adults, she had learned how to play a new game, the game of success and power. And if she was honest, she was jealous of Eyrin, even though she didn’t exactly value those things. They were the way of the world, and she couldn’t do it. But below that, was the small stubborn part of her heart that said no. You have the right to be yourself. And she treated you cruelly. You know it to be true…she didn’t love you like you loved her.

“I don’t know…” she admitted quietly. “Is there some kind of…trigger? Something that changed their minds that we missed, or something inherent in them that just came out? Something they didn’t mention, didn’t even know themselves, about themselves? But…” her voice grew fiercer. “You did what you did because you cared, and that’s far more important. You did the right thing, by the right people. It isn’t you. Heck. It isn’t even me, although…I get it. I do. I understand her.”

He shook his head. “Hey…no. If it’s not me, it’s not you either.”

She rolled her eyes. “Different circumstances…”

“It ain’t,” he said, tapping his fingertips on the table. “Not really. You thought you knew someone, and they weren’t who you thought they were, and you lost ‘em and you miss ‘em.”

“But,” she interrupted, and he waved his finger at her.

“You trusted her, this friend. If I wasn’t wrong to do that, why were you?”

She paused, unable to think of a sensible answer, and he grinned at her.

“I’m not saying…it doesn’t hurt, ‘coz I know it does. But it didn’t stop me doing what I loved. I won’t let him take that from me. He’s the one who lost out, too…” he sighed, just a little, wistful. “Don’t say. I wish it had been different. But it ain’t.”

“Yes…” she said, very softly. “I feel the same.” 

There was a short, awkward pause, then he said, quickly, “Let’s go out. Get some food…somewhere in the city. Somewhere else. Something you haven’t cooked for once. Come on – my treat.” He smiled, almost shakily, to her eyes, and after another moment, held out his hand to her.

She stared at it. Her heart contracted, a dismal, scared feeling rising in her throat. Why? Do you mean it, are you serious? Why are you asking me? Pity? Empathy? Kindness? I want it to be more. I can’t…I don’t think I can face it. Your kindness. Not when I… “Uh. Thank you but…I. That’s not – I - I’m not really hungry. Maybe one of the others is free?”

His smile faded. “Sure,” he said, easily enough, and pulled his hand back, curving his lips into his familiar smile again, before he stood and left her, with a little wave.

She stared at his retreating back with a sinking heart. It was the right thing to do. But this time it didn’t feel so sure that it was.

[adonis-koo]

Sorry my asks was too long I had to make an acc and I hope you don’t mind I just re post all my asks as submit instead coz it’s long!

1-9 after reading ch 11 and prob unpopular opinion but I kinda felt like sometimes tease!jk behavior comes across as emotional manipulative with how he tends to guilt trip mc with his double standards when he’s angry.

He makes her feel bad for things he’s doing the same. And what he said was crossing the line and downright cruel. I understand the reasoning but I have to agree with that anon who said he was let off easy

2-9 I feel like he’s so far given a lot of excuse and pass for his toxic behaviour just because he has a messed up past. When I look at the conflict between mc, he tends to lash out towards her a lot when he can’t express his emotions properly or is jealous. It makes mc look like his emotional punching bag at times and coz he’s more aggressive than her, she ends up get dragged by or is affected by his emotions a lot more than hers does his in a negative way. Mc ain’t right too but she never lashed out the way he did.

3-9 Mc ain’t right too but she never lashed out the way he did. Sure he apologized but I feel like it was dismissed and that behavior wasn’t addressed more seriously. him being forgiven so easily doesn’t seem to allow him the chance to experience the full consequences of his actions and he needs to learn he can’t always deal with his pain by self-harm if he did happen to lose mc.

4-9 and mc seems a little over depend on jk’s approval. If him not apologizing would be enough for her to shut down that bad, than it shows her dependence on him might be bordering on unhealthy. It feels like all her approval and acceptance of herself at this point stems from jk’s behavior and words towards her because as you mentioned, her friends wouldn’t be able to pull her out of that situation if she did shut down.

5-9 She seem to feel insecure when he’s not giving her the attention she wants coz of her insecurities of not measuring up. I’m not sure if she’s aware of that and if she is it’s not addressed as much. Her accepting his apologies feels like a temporary bandage to her deeper issues and enabling herself to be more dependent on him instead of a chance for her to face it alone and grow.

6-9 I feel mc needs more chances to find her own worth and love outside of jk. To know she don’t need his love to feel lovable and worthy since he’s not the best person to get it from. She also needs the chance to be stronger and take more assertion and power as well, to balance the power in their relationship because it feels v imbalance now.

7-9 She needs a bit more equal grounds and feel in control and know she has as much power as him. She’s missing this in both sex and her relationship with him since the type of man she likes - the dominant and caretaker type like jk who has a tendency to be in control, can hinder her from growing stronger and independent.

8-9 And jk kinda needs someone more assertive and put him in his place and don’t take no bs from him. Someone who’ll be willing to walk away and have a time out when needed instead of always accepting him back so easily after he apologizes when he messes up. I’m actually glad mc walked out & I wouldn’t blame her if she did decide to time out from him in this ch. I mean he needs to be treated w/ understanding but too much dismissing his behavior will only enable him to continue excuse his problematic side.

9-9 Change requires quite some time and I’m glad they talked it over. But I just felt the way it ended didn’t really addressed fully those toxic sides to their relationship when the negative influences they have on each other outweighs the positive so far. I don’t know if I’m making sense I’m not the best at explaining stuff. But of course they have a lot more room to grow too since the story is not over and I’m excited to see their relationship grow more. I honestly really love your writings and I’m so invested in the characters so I hope this doesn’t sound like I’m being hateful because your writing is amazing.

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(edit: PC tumblr won’t let me use my pink font >:( )

So I’ve read over this very carefully multiple times and gave it a lot of thought because you pointed out a few things I hadn’t quite thought of or saw it in that type of angle before, so first of all, thank you! I NEVER want to portrayal a relationship that is toxic in a non intentional way, so let’s go ahead and dive on in.

Something I’ve tried to avoid is giving ‘excuses’ especially in the sense of using Jungkook’s background for it. Something I used to constantly say (and I should probably start saying again) yes he has a reason to act out the way he does, it does NOT mean it’s okay by any means. But in a way, we use our past experiences as human beings to guide us, bad experiences leave negative effects.

While we could argue Jungkook ‘needs to learn’ by suffering consequences (which to a degree I do agree because as a previous anon said he needs to be held accountable for his actions) it wouldn’t necessarily be effective in this situation because Jungkook is actually very self aware he can’t escape through self-harm or self destruction, he does understand his actions and what he is doing isn’t okay.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t make mistakes- or fuck up big time he’s extremely hotheaded and impulsive and it’s something he CONSTANTLY battles with, something I wanted to portray when writing tease is the very essence of humans, we can be self aware of our destructive tendencies and yet still do them without realizing it in the moment- only to catch ourselves realizing we did it later on. Which is what happened after their fight.

It’s a war between wanting to heal and become healthy while still struggling to let go of his ego and anger that get the better of him. It’s what makes him human, it doesn’t make it right by ANY means, but it’s a struggle of growth, and no matter how much we grow there will always be ups and downs and set backs. That was definitely something I wanted to portray in my writing, while we don’t see this internal battle in Jungkook as the fic isn’t in his POV we do get to see a lot of this in his journal entries.

This is however something we get to explore a little in the upcoming arc and it’s something we heavily explore after the upcoming arc.

Let me state again this probably still sounds like an excuse and it does not in ANY way mean to be, the only thing I can really do is just explain why I’ve written him this way. I can’t justify his actions or defend him (other then his charactization which still isn’t really defending him because it’s more to do in technicality of writing, if that makes sense?) because that would be enabling him and glorifying unhealthy relationships which we don’t do in this house 🤢

So let’s discuss a little about MC’s behavior, she is 100% dependent of Jungkook’s approval and praise and in a more unconscious way, that was pretty much what I was aiming for. But let’s take a look at their entire relationship through the eyes of the story, Jungkook and MC, in reality, set themselves up for this. Ever since they met they accidentally established a power dynamic-

(via mentor/trainee taken a little too seriously even Jimin states in chapter 2 ‘“You don’t see any of us grinding on our trainee’s, so what’s the difference Guk, hm?” Your lips parted at his words slightly, was he insinuating this wasn’t normal?’ This was the first clue that their mentor trainee relationship was not  normal compared to all of the others soloists who had trainee’s)

-that should have never been allowed to flourish before they really got to know one another. Because that’s the first step to what lead to all of this.

It first started innocently, MC just wanting to be seen as desirable by someone cute like Jungkook, and him being her mentor she wanted his approval on knowing she was doing well. But due to their natural tendency to fall into dom and sub combined with their already established mentor trainee without the foundation of a steady platonic friendship beforehand, it quickly descended more and more into MC needing his attention all the time, needing to know she was good enough and etc.

Really, this goes back to a previous ask I answered: Jungkook and MC have a lack of respect and knowledge for/of one another as people, as two individuals outside of the crumbling dynamic they established when they first met. I mean, sitting here thinking about it, I’m really not surprised it became such a toxic fest between them. They completely set themselves up for this unintentionally and now they’re going to have to learn is how to be a couple (and friends) without the power dynamic or else things are bound to fall apart.

Like you said change does take time and it’s something we’ll begin too see slowly developing between them both in the upcoming arc, but the one question that really struck me was your main one. We’re all aware of these toxic dynamics going on between them both, but why weren’t they addressed and talked about? I feel a little dumb for having to think about it when it feels so clear to me now. They themselves, don’t realize just how toxic their relationship has become, how are they supposed to when it’s been set up this way from the beginning? Their (unfair and unhealthy) power dynamic is all they’ve ever experienced one another through.

MC jumped out of one controlling relationship only to enter another more appealing one without realizing it and Jungkook has never even seen a healthy relationship let alone experience one. The only unhealthy aspect they are both aware of are the ridiculous double standards Jungkook had put on her in the past, because it’s the most blatant and dominant problem between them both. All of these other issues are more underlying and they are both oblivious too.

We’ve both said change takes time, but I think as Jungkook and MC begin to see each other as people outside of the power dynamic, and as they get to know each other as people and no longer as caretaker/little, sub/dom, mentor/trainee, these problems will eventually fix themselves, that doesn’t necessarily mean they won’t be orally addressed in the story. But from a writing perspective it leaves me to wonder how do I address this when they the characters aren’t even aware of how unhealthy their relationship is? That’s not really a question for you guys too worry about though lmao.

Anyways I’ll start wrapping things up but one last thing I really liked was your opinion on MC needing more independence and growth on her own. I can’t say for sure that’s what we’ll see in this upcoming arc but it’s something I’m definitely aiming for. As someone who though likes to submit I need a sense of autonomy and identity outside of someone else, so I can appreciate your words for MC!

I genuinely think they can be what they need for one another, but it’s always going to be a work in progress because as humans no one is perfect! It all boils down to what you’re willing to deal with in a relationship and what you aren’t, that of course isn’t an excuse to not work to become a better person or the best you can be! But a natural understanding. Anyways I hope I answered to the best of my ability, I said it once and I’ll say it again, I never ever ever want to portray a relationship that isn’t purposely set up toxically.

And that’s not too say I thought for a moment I had, because I’ve clearly stated in the past that this arc was specifically aimed at their toxicity, but it was more of a moment of panic that: ‘oh shit, I can NOT let this go on in the future of the story’ because like I’ve said before tease is all about character development, it won’t make them perfect but I want them to be a THOUSAND times better at the end of the story then where they are now.

Anyways no worries hun! I just hope this clarified a little bit! MC and Jungkook’s real relationship is only now just beginning to unfold in the upcoming arc, we’re only 1/3 of the way through the story so there’s still plenty of time! Thank you for sticking with it though no matter how frustrating the characters may be! I love getting asks that keep me on my toes, it helps keep me grounded and make sure I don’t accidentally become too biased to one narrative.

Thank you so much for sending in hun! ~~

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The Secret

By: ModLennon & ModMcCartney

Rating: T

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Modern AU! John meets a boy with a secret, but will he ever find out what it is?

Chapter 2/?

Previous Chapter

Tags: @another-random-girl

With a few more goodbyes Ivan left them alone. Paul gave John a little smile then picked up the fork so he could actually start eating. It wasn't the best after sitting out for a few hours but he just didn't care. John watched him with a little smile, thinking for a moment before speaking again.

"So you're not gonna fall in love with Stuart, are you? Because most people do and I'm just here to warn you his looks don't make up for his wet mop of a personality." He was back to joking, very lightly gauging Paul's reactions. Paul blinked for a moment.

"Depends. Which one was Stu again?"

He had been so focused on John he hadn't really remembered much about the other two. It sounded mean, but all he cared about right now was John.

"The brooding one."

John was quite pleased, no matter how selfish it seemed, that Paul didn't even remember which was which.

"Alright..."

Though that didn't really help. Instead Paul got some more cake on the fork and held it up for John to eat. John didn't hesitate, happily taking a bite. He made a little noise of appreciation. Paul looked quite pleased at that and had some more. He slowly shared the piece between them not caring how intimate it looked or how they used the same fork. It all just seemed so right. As they ate, John started up the conversation again.

"So you said you draw, right? And play? Tell me more about that."

John felt such a strong urge to learn everything about Paul that he possibly could.

"Well... theres not much to say really. I ain't had trainin or... or really /show/ anyone..."

"What do you play?"

"Oh...well... dad tried to get me playin trumpet...coz he likes Jazz. But I didn't really get on with it. I can do it a bit but not amazingly. Anyway I managed to trade it in for a guitar an I had problems with that until I flipped the strings. I can also play a bit of piano. For my birthday I was thinking of asking for a bass to try something new." Paul got a little lost in his story. When he was done he bit his lip. "Sorry...ya didn't ask for that much information did ya?"

"I did, though. I wanna know those things," John smiled, looking like he truly meant it. "Ya said ya had ta flip the strings? So you're left handed?"

He looked down at the hand Paul was using to hold the fork, slightly confused. He'd been favouring his right hand all evening.

"Oh...yeah."

Although he was using his right hand, he wore his watch on on his right wrist. It was like he tried to hide the fact but some habits he just couldn't break.

"That's cool. We should jam together sometime," John enthused. "I play guitar and harmonica, and sing. I even write my own songs. I've been trying to get a band together for ever now, you should really join."

John was happy to latch onto any excuse to see Paul more, though this idea was particularly exciting. Paul frowned and looked away, not wanting to disappoint John.

"I... I don't really...play with people."

"That's okay. I can get ya comfortable playing with me first, then we can talk about the band." He grinned, unfazed.

"I might not be that good y’know."

"I'm sure you are," John insisted.

He just had a feeling. Paul was just shy, he was sure of it. Paul just gave a little shrug. He couldn't exactly argue with John.

"Dya fancy walkin outside?"

Paul was conscious they were just sat taking up a table after finishing the cake. Besides it was turning into a nice evening.

 "Sure."

As long as they were still hanging out, John really didn't care where they were. Paul gave John a sweet little smile and stood up, leading him out of the cafe. While they walked Paul kept glancing in the direction of the docks. It was like he wanted to go but was scared to. John was so focused on Paul, he noticed pretty quickly where he kept looking.

"Have ya been out to the docks before?"

John really didn't know how well Paul knew the area. He sounded like he lived here his whole life, but that comment from before... John just wasn't sure.

"Huh? Oh...yeah. Quite... quite a bit actually."

Paul blushed realising he'd been caught.

"Dya wanna go out there now? The sun's gonna set soon, I bet that'll look really pretty over the water."

John didn't know why that was making Paul blush, but he was enjoying the little tinge of colour in his cheeks. Paul bit his lip looking like he was having a real mental battle. John looked like he really wanted to go. Besides the water was always still. And all the railings meant he wasn't exactly in danger of falling in.

"A... alright."

As they walked, John kept looking Paul over. He was so fascinated with him, and he couldn't help but feel Paul was keeping some secrets. Of course that only made John want to know those secrets even more.

"So ya said you're so sure we've never met, but you've been to the docks quite a bit.. ya sound like you were born an raised here.. how can you be so sure we never ran into each other in a record shop or a bus stop or even here at the docks?"

"Did ya go ta Stockton Wood or the institute?" Paul asked, not looking at John.

"Ah no, Dovedale and Quarry Bank." He frowned, "still we could've run into each other elsewhere."

"I doubt it." Paul paused. "Every holiday we.... we were in Ireland."

There seemed something off about how Paul said it. John frowned a bit deeper. He wasn't sure why, but he had the strangest sensation that Paul was lying.

"Alright."

He wasn't going to push too much right now. After all they had only just met, and maybe Paul had a good reason for lying. He didn't want to risk upsetting him. Paul was very quiet as they got nearer to the docks. Of course the water looked peaceful and despite being so unsure he seemed to relax the closer they got. As they entered the main arch on the left they passed a ramp, used to get boats in and out of the water. It was the only place with no railings. The concrete ramp just went straight into the water. Paul stopped and stared at the water, fighting some kinda urge. John stopped when he did, looking at him with a slightly confused expression.

"Okay, I can't tell if you're scared of the water or if ya really wanna go for a swim." He said with a little laugh, trying to break the sudden tension he felt radiating from Paul.

Paul jumped as John spoke as if he remembered he was there.

"Sorry."

He pulled himself away, watching the little carousel turning instead as a distraction. He needed to get his mind away from the water. He was fine. He wasn't going in. At one point he noticed the padlocks locked onto the chain railings, stretching for miles, each with the names of two people in love.

"There must be hundreds from around the world here." He commented seeing the rows. "Dya think they're all still together?"

John looked at the locks and shrugged.

"Probably most of them. I mean, you'd have to be a real romantic at heart ta do somethin like that, so I'm sure most would do whatever it took ta stay together. Though, I think Stuart has two locks somewhere from two different girls, so there's that as well."

"Oh."

Paul let go of the lock he had been looking at. He was quite a romantic at heart and he loved the idea of people so in love they leave a lock somewhere special. Maybe a first kiss or where they met. But it seemed they weren't that special after all. Were they just cheap ways guys got into girls pants?

"Sorry," John instantly felt bad for saying anything. "I mean I'm sure most of them are still together. Stuart is just a bit of a dick." He tried to explain.

"Yeah...but... I guess more often than not... I... I mean... they ain't like...in a fairy tale are they? S'just people tryin ta get laid if we're bein realistic."

Paul left the locks and turned to look out at the Mersey, his back to John, hugging himself a bit. Paul always daydreamed about relationships, but if he was honest with himself he would never actually have one. John came up behind him, hesitating for only a moment before wrapping an arm around Paul's waist. It was forward, but it felt like the right thing to do.

"I wouldn't say that. I'm sure there are quite a few of them that feel like they're living a fairy tale life with their partner."

Paul jumped and looked shocked that John was holding him like that, but he didn't move away.

"I bet it's nice."

John smiled, "I'm sure it is."

Paul looked a little down again. He glanced at John, unsure what to do. He carefully rested his head against Johns shoulder. Maybe just for a moment he could just pretend. John felt quite content like that, watching the sun set over the Mersey with Paul. It was crazy to him that less than twelve hours ago he didn't even know Paul existed.

"Paul..." he started softly, sounding a little unsure of what he wanted to say.

Paul looked up at John with those big eyes, not lifting his head off Johns shoulder.

"I really do feel like I've known you for years..." he nearly whispered.

Fuck, he had actual butterflies from this! John had never connected with someone this fast. It almost didn't feel real. Paul just gave a sad smile and looked away. It may feel like that to John, but to Paul it never would. Sure he felt the connection. It was too strong not to.

But Johns ignorance regarding certain, very important aspects of Pauls life was enough to keep Paul from thinking of John as always there.

John took that look to mean Paul disagreed. Maybe he was even uncomfortable with how forward he was being... fuck!

"Ah... its gettin a bit late isn't it? I should get you home..."

Paul looked down at that.

"Y... yeah I... I guess..." he said miserably.

He didn't really want the time with John to end. While he said he'd come around in Saturday, that seemed like forever away. John was having a hard time understanding Paul's mood. He seemed uneasy in general, and John couldn't tell if it was because of him or if it was because of whatever big secret Paul seemed to be keeping.

"Don't sound so miserable," John said softly with a kind smile. "I'll text ya as soon as ya close the door if ya gonna miss me that much." He teased.

Paul looked up and gave a little giggle at that.

"What if the weekend /never/ comes? An I never see ya again?" He joked.

"Hmm.. if ya really worried I /suppose/ I could stay the night." He answered with a very grave and serious expression. "I mean you're right, we could die in our sleep tonight and never get another chance to see each other. We should make the most of this, shouldn't we?"

He was mostly teasing, though a real part of him wouldn't mind staying with Paul, especially if that gave him a chance to explore Paul's room and record collection.

"You might not even be real! I might wake up an ya gone forever!" Paul pretended to look shocked.

John grinned at that.

"How can I prove that I am? Isn't there anything I can do?" His voice was a bit lower, a bit more suggestive at that.

"Well if I really made you up, you'd know all the things I know right?" Paul reasoned.

Despite saying they should go, they hadn't moved from the spot.

"That's true, which I don't, because its driving me crazy quite frankly." John looked him over, "C’mon Paul, tell me your secret. Have ya killed someone? Or done somethin /really/ embarrassing as a child? Or come from a weird family situation that ya don't want people knowin about?"

John was wracking his brain for things that would make sense for Paul to be weird and secretive about.

"Secret? Who said I had a secret? I was thinking like... my full name or my birthday."

Paul looked a bit spooked as John said that and quickly tried to cover it up. John could tell he had crossed a line, and whatever it was Paul just wasn't going to tell him yet. He gave an apologetic smile.

"Ah yes, those work too. Well I do know you're a Gemini so I'm gonna guess... June 2nd?"

Paul shook his head.

"Please don't say ya gonna go through each date one by one."

John laughed at that, "it would buy us more time if I did."

"Thats true. What if I don't tell ya the answer?"

"Then I guess I'll have ta find out some other way…"

"Liiiike...?"

Paul leaned closer watching John expectantly.

"Hmmm.. I dunno. I could just ask you nicely, I suppose. Would you tell me then?" John smiled, feeling the butterflies come back as he looked at Paul.

He was so cute, it was unreal.

"Depends how nicely. How badly do ya wanna know?"

"Its the one thing I want the most in this moment," John said quite seriously. "Are you gonna make me beg? Because I can beg."

He looked just about crazy enough to actually get on his knees and beg for Paul tell him. He didn't care that they were in public and it would look very silly and dramatic. Paul frowned.

"No... no I dont think I want /that/..."

"Well what can I do? What would you like from me in exchange for this information?" John asked with a sly little grin.

"What dya have?"

It was obvious what Paul wanted but he was shy.

John stared at him for a long moment before finally deciding what to do. He very gently lifted Paul's chin, hyper aware of how close they already were, as if they were magnets that couldn't break away. Very slowly, giving Paul a chance to pull away if he wasn't into it, John leaned closer to kiss him. Paul gasped, shocked that John actually did that. He wasn't too sure what to do, never having properly kissed anyone. John kept it very gentle and sweet, testing the water. He pulled back slightly with a giant smile.

"Now will you tell me?"

Paul paused just staring at John. He seemed a little stunned and breathless.

"18th..." he said weakly.

John grinned triumphantly. He leaned in again to press the same gentle kiss on Paul's lips, pulling away again after just a second to ask, "and your full name?"

Paul went weak again. His head was so muddled he was too swept away to resist.

"James Paul..." he said in the same weak voice.

John looked quite pleased with himself. It was almost too fun making Paul weak like that. He moved his hand up to stroke Paul's cheek.

"Well James Paul, born on the 18th of June... I'm happier than I can even put into words that I met you today..."

Paul smiled at john for a bit. He shook himself a bit.

"Hang on, that's not fair! You owe me some information about you now!"

John laughed at that, finding Paul's reaction quite cute.

"Okay okay, what would you like to know?"

"The same should be fine. You also owe me what your hobbies are, since ya know mine."

Paul realised he knew next to nothing about John, except he liked music.

"Mmm yeah alright. John Winston, birthday is the 9th of October. I sing, I write, I draw.. just your basic art student." He said dismissively.

He was much less interested in talking about himself. He wanted to know more about Paul.

"Art student??" Paul looked at him with almost admiration.

"Ah yeah, when I actually go to classes that is. Its not all its cracked up ta be. Too many rules." John shrugged. Paul sensed John didn't really enjoy that subject.

"So... Libra. Should I do one of them compatibility tests?" He joked pulling out his phone.

John grinned again. "If you don't then I'll just check when I get home tonight." He laughed.

Paul giggled and did a quick search. He read through the information making little mmm and oh noises. It was hard to tell from his face if they were good or bad. The anticipation was killing John. After a moment of this he couldn't wait any longer.

"Well? What's it say??"

He sounded just a bit anxious, hoping it wasn't anything too horrible. It was so hard to tell! Paul looked up, his face unreadable.

"Are ya sure ya wanna know?"

"It must be horrible, isn't it? Go on then tell me,"

John looked truly anxious, as if what some random site guessing about their compatibility based on their birthdays said actually made a difference in the connection they were experiencing. Paul held his phone up to read.

"When Gemini and Libra come together in a love affair, they enjoy a great relationship based on intellectual interests and mental agility. Dual-natured Gemini loves Libra’s balance, and Libra is always entertained by the chatty, brainy Twins. Libra loves art and beauty while Gemini loves the beauty of an idea, but these loves aren’t far off from one another. They can come up with all sorts of great ideas when they work together, and Libra has the get-up-and-go needed to put their ideas into action, a quality which Gemini tends to lack. In fact, in the birth of an idea Gemini is better at pontification than direction, but this is a valuable contribution to Libra’s mental process. Gemini is a Mutable Sign and Libra is a Cardinal Sign. Libra likes a position of leadership in a relationship. They most often come up with the date ideas, for example, and flexible Gemini’s happy to go along — as long as it’s okay to change their minds at the last minute. Libra tends to initiate things but has trouble finishing them; Gemini is so adaptable, they won’t mind switching gears on a moment’s notice and moving on to something else if Libra gets bored."

Paul looked back at John to see his reaction. The long and short of it seemed to be they were pretty damn compatible. Almost perfect. John took it in for a moment, letting the grin slowly return to his face.

"I thought as much. We're a perfect match."

It was strange to him, he had never been so forward before with anyone, but Paul was different. Whatever this was... it felt special.

"Yes but people aren't just their astrological sign now, are they?" Paul put his phone away. "What if I have a really annoying habit you just can't stand?" It had gone dark around them.

Paul hadn't really noticed, however he subconsciously wrapped his jacket around himself tighter as it got colder.

"I bet you have a lot of really annoying habits that I'll find adorable and endearing." John noticed him pull his jacket tighter and sighed, "cmon I better start walkin ya home." He again wrapped an arm around Paul's waist, pulling him closer trying to help keep him warm.

"If they're annoying, how could they be adorable or endearing?" Paul asked as they walked. He kept close to John, almost visibly shivering.

"Well its like... say its a decade from now and we're an old married couple, right? I like to sleep in, in fact, I /need/ to if i wanna function at all during the day. I bet you don't, though. I bet ya wake up bright and early every day ta get things off to a good start. So we're married and living together and I'm tryin ta sleep in but your damn alarm wakes me up at 7am every morning. Sure I'd be annoyed, but I'd also think it was really endearing and cute that you have ta wake up so early and get a good start to your daily routine. I'd also find the 'I'm sorry I woke you up again' coffee you'd make for me afterwards very enjoyable." John smiled as if this was the most normal thing in the world to say to someone he just met.

Paul stopped and raised his eyebrows.

"When we're married?"

"Hypothetically." John clarified, but his smile said a different story. He was quite confident that there was something special between him and Paul.

"Ya seem ta have it all planned out already." Paul mumbled, looking away sadly.

Paul knew he could never really get married. He knew that after watching what happened to Mary. And of course, he could never explain to John why. He was going to break his heart.

"Not everything. I just... Im good at knowing what I want." He tried to explain.

"Well sometimes things don't go how you want!" Paul yelled.

He seemed angry, but there were tears in his eyes. He couldn't handle knowing how ahead of himself John had gotten, and knowing he would destroy it all and wouldn't even be able to tell John why. He would never believe him.

"Oh.. shit Paul I'm sorry I.. I'm not tryin ta... look I shouldn't be so forward. I'm sorry if that made ya uncomfortable.." John frowned, not understanding.

Paul had seemed to be on the same page as him, so where had that outburst come from?

"No...ya don't understand! I... I gotta protect ya...I... I can't.... we can't..."

Paul couldn't say it, it hurt his heart to even think it. He tried running past John to get home.

Chapter 3

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YOHANNA WEEK, DAY 6: HANA

((Late by a day. Sorry about that.))

It became apparent for Asakura Yoh that his newly-wedded wife wasn't getting the rest she needed the moment she woke up and didn't demand any breakfast.

A given, her lack of rest is, because their little bundle of joy was... To say the least, a bundle of never-ending energy as well. And while Yoh was used to being able to sleep any time at any place -- a habit that he swore was the only reason he survived Anna's special training from hell -- the same couldn't be said for Anna.

Like little Hana, Asakura Anna was just as fussy and picky, and would rather stand on her feet like a stubborn bull than to lay down on whatever was available to get some quick shut eye. Thus, the growing eyebags and the drooping body. Yoh even saw her doze off on the table too, although she made sure to check herself before her head could hit the table and then straighten her slouched shoulders. Nonetheless, Yoh saw and knew that the plan he brewed for her secretly was the right choice.

After breakfast, he was quick to mention that Anna hadn't been eating as much as she used to, earning him a sleepy and yet still lethal glare from his wife. Yoh laughed it off, already used to such antics from both mother and child. It was always hilarious to him that the two were so alike, be it in looks and attitude. For sure, Hana was going to be one hell of a whirlwind to handle some day.

But for now, he was one cute little boy of seven months. Old enough to babble words and, much to his parents' growing horror, crawl. And how he loved crawling the moment he realized it took him places. If Yoh had any say in it, Hana especially loved the bewildered look his parents always gave him when they found him in places they didn't even know existed in the first place. Like that spot he found behind the television a week ago, or the one under the living room table. A few days prior, they found him pawing at the onsen like a curious little kitten before almost plunging himself down the deep water had Anna not scoop him before he made his daring leap.

How he even managed to open the door, Yoh didn't want to know. That said, he made sure to keep the place padlocked if they weren't using it to prevent any accidents, but Anna couldn't sleep well after that, always waking with a jolt at the dead of the night and breathing heavily.

He learned not to ask. The wild look in her eyes and the sweat on her forehead were enough to keep his mouth mum.

But things had settled down now, Yoh believed. The rooms in the inn were locked all the time and most of all they bought him a playpen which they set up in the living room, where the television was always alive to keep Hana where they wanted him to be. Plus, they put all his toys in there too, to keep him busy.

If Hana wanted to walk -- or crawl for this matter -- he would have to with his parents keeping an eye on him. Otherwise, he was a prisoner of his own house and without him even knowing it.

It was the perfect plan. So perfect, in fact, that Yoh was confident enough to score Anna an appointment at a local spa, where the massages were great and the atmosphere as relaxing as riding a cloud on a clear summer day, while he kept an eye on their son.

Yoh said it would do her well. Anna thought otherwise.

"I can't leave Hana alone!" Despite her hazy eyes, she was still able to hold her son in her arms almost protectively, like a mama bear would in front on a larger and scarier prey. Yoh slowly took their son from her, smiling at her gently when she drowsily rejected.

"He's not gonna be!" Yoh assured her. "He'll be safe with me around."

His grin widened when Anna gave him a skeptical look.

"Are you sure?" Her eyes darted from father to son, who both gave her jolly grins. Her brows were immediately raised. "You've never watched him by yourself, Yoh, what if--"

"It will be fine!" Yoh gently pushed her to the door. "Hana's a good kid. We'll be alright."

"I don't --"

"I already have a slot reserved and paid for you. If you don't go, we'll end up losing that money coz they don't give refunds."

He almost laughed when Anna was quick to the door, her bag in her hands and a quick goodbye of her lips for her husband and son. The moment the kisses were done, the door shut close and the inn was left without the only rose in their little family.

Everything was quiet after that. It made Yoh realize that the inn hadn't been this lonely in a long while. 

Turning his son in his arms, the young father raised him up and blew raspberry kisses on his round tummy, earning Yoh a series of baby laughter from Hana.

Yoh chuckled. He was just too cute!

"Ready for our first ever boys' day, Hana-chan?" He placed a kiss on the boy's forehead. "Mommy's not gonna be home for a while so let's have fun with just us men, alright?"

As if to reply, Hana's bright honey eyes turned to him and then at the closed door where he last saw his mother. His eyes darted once again to his father, his brows furrowed and his lips in a grim pout. Red clouded the corner of his eyes and his body racked with tiny sobs as soon as he concluded that his mother was, in fact, gone.

Yoh quickly pulled Hana to his chest, rubbing the boy's back soothingly before his quiet sobs turned to full crying. Hana somewhat calmed down, although he was babbling nonstop when Yoh took him to their living room, his chubby arms flailing as he demanded his father to open the door and get his mommy back.

Yoh rocked the boy in his arms to and fro gently, all the while turning the TV on so it could somehow divert the boy's attention from his absent mother. The moment Yoh plopped Hana on the floor, inside the playpen, the tiny blond gazed curiously at the television, his head slightly tilting at the thing.

It did the job, to some degree, and Yoh heaved a sigh of utmost relief as soon as Hana finally forgot that he was upset in favor of a cartoony advertisement blaring through the tube.

He was crooning along to a song now, still an ad but the tune so catchy that Yoh hummed along, chuckling when Hana shakingly stood by using the playpen as a guide.

Somehow, though, Yoh must have dozed off more than he thought passed because the moment he opened his eyes, the television was now showing a different cartoon and the playpen was empty.

His heart froze, leapt, and tumbled in one go.

Immediately his feet were running for the onsen, his soul jumping in gratefulness when he saw that it was still locked. Then he began combing through the house like a thief stalking his newest victim, his eyes keen on the empty spaces where an energetic infant like Hana could squeeze through.

They all came out empty. His heart raced once more.

"Hana!" He called, frantic. "Hana, where are you?!"

Panic surged through him while he paced, and he was seriously considering unlocking each room to check for his son's whereabouts when Amidamaru hovered to him, the samurai’s expression sheepish.

"Lord Yoh," he called, almost whispering. "We need your help with the young master. It is very urgent."

Yoh followed his ever-faithful guardian ghost immediately, inwardly punching himself for forgetting about Amidamaru. Just like Yoh and Anna, the samurai ghost was fond of his little master and would always keep an eye on Hana every time the child was up to something. 

Amidamaru led his master to the kitchen, and then in front of the refrigerator. Yoh stared at the thing with horror.

Hana didn't... He couldn't... Could he?! His jaw dropped. Oh gods his son was trapped in the refrigerator and it was all his fault and what would happen now with his son frozen like this, would Anna ever forgive him because he sure as hell wouldn't and oh gods poor baby if only his father wasn't such an idiot and--

"Da!"

That effectively stopped Yoh's horrid trail of thoughts. Following the sound, Yoh craned his head up, slowly, and was met with the most familiar honey eyes and cheerful grin. The relief was instantaneous and Yoh almost cried.

"Hana!" He held his arms up, to try and reach for the boy perched on top of the refrigerator. " Oh gods, I thought I lost you! Come on, let's get you down there."

Hana was shaking his head, stubborn as a mule. Amidamaru, along with the other ghosts in the inn, filled Yoh in on the details.

Apparently Hana was able to crawl himself to the kitchen as soon as he escaped with playpen prison. Then, and because he was Hana, he thought scaling the refrigerator would be a fun thing and so he went ahead and summoned leaf sprites to aid him in quest. No amount of bargaining and pleading for the boy to come down worked as soon as he was successfully perched on the top. Instead, the boy took pleasure in being able to see the whole of the kitchen from his vantage point.

It made him squeal, his delight shown from the way his excited hands never seemed to stop clapping.

And his cheer must have been infectious because the ghosts went from begging him to come down to actually praising him for a job well done, clapping along to Hana as they sang their admiration. The boy soaked in all the attention like a sponge, and things went on like that until they heard Yoh frantically calling his son's name.

"And that's what happened, Lord Yoh." Amidamaru hung his head low. "I apologize greatly! Had I been persuasive enough, I--"

"No worries there, Amidamaru!" Yoh smiled, the tension finally leaving him. "The only person who can convince Hana to behave is his mom and Anna isn't here right now."

"Yes, my Lord."

They both paused, then looked at Hana who was peering down on them from his high perch. The tiny blond shook his head again when Yoh held his arms up.

"Oh boy..."

"He refuses still to come down, Lord Yoh."

"Yeah and if Anna finds out about this, she'll--"

"I'll do what, Yoh."

Both master and ghost jumped as soon as they found that the mistress of the inn was apparently back on her trip, smelling like fresh oils and looking more refreshed than she did before. Energetic enough, even, to give her husband and his guardian spirit a glare when they just gaped at her. At least the other spirits in Funbari had gone as soon as they felt her arrival. Yoh and Amidamaru, however, failed to sense her. It seemed she was going to have to whip them to shape once more, these lazy idiots.

As if knowing her trail of thoughts, Yoh and Amidamaru shuddered, close to tears. Anna nodded, before reaching for her son. Hana was immediately in her arms, babbling nonstop as he uncontrollably kicked his feet in the air. Anna indulged him, planting kisses on his knuckles and his cheeks before making a beeline to the living room once more with Yoh trailing behind her. Amidamaru had gone before Anna could punish him.

"Safe around you, huh." Anna stared at her husband. Yoh straightened his spine.

"A-Anna...!"

"He is our precious son, Yoh. Never forget that."

"Yes ma'am!"

“ You should have been more careful.”

“I’m sorry...”

“You should be.”

“I really am, Anna, I--”

"However, Hana is unharmed and I was able to rejuvenate." Anna stopped, turned, to give Yoh a quick peck on his cheek. He immediately turned red. "So thank you. I needed the R and R."

"N-No problem." Anna started walking again. Yoh quickened his pace so he could walk with his tiny family. "Hey Anna."

"Hm?"

"We should get a smaller fridge. Or a tiny freezer instead."

[mldrgrl]

Post deadalive a highly pregnant Scully is at Mulders (you can assume they have reconciled/he is less of an asshole/poorly written). He's in the shower, she really needs to pee...Coz you know you're really a couple when you can go in front of the other person :)

It wasn’t until the late stages of her pregnancy that she began to really feel pregnant.  She got tired a lot easier, but had a hard time sleeping.  She was hungry all the time, but couldn’t eat a full meal (and pizza seemed to be her only real craving).  And then there was the fact that she had to pee.  All the time.  It felt as though her bladder had shrank down to the size of a tic-tac and it didn’t help matters that now the baby seemed to find it a comfortable spot to rest and tap dance.

Another thing had changed.  Mulder was quite adamant on not leaving her alone as the countdown to her due date drew closer.  She protested, of course, but not as much as she normally would have.  The truth was, she actually felt better knowing he was there just in case something were to happen.

They spent most of their nights at his apartment.  Strangely enough, she found it easier to sleep there, in his bed, surrounded by his clutter and his scent.  It might also have been the fact that Mulder was more relaxed in his own environment and it was where they’d spent most of their time when they were lovers.  Not that she wouldn’t still consider them lovers, but the physical aspect of their relationship had been on hold since his return.  They’d shared touches, a few kisses, some holding, but they were both reticent about anything more.

It didn’t stop them from sleeping together, in the literal sense.  There was only one position Scully found comfortable these days and it became a bit of a routine.  She would lay down on her side and Mulder would tuck a pillow against her back and slide one between her knees before he lay down behind her, the pillow between them, and rested his hand on her hip.  

Most mornings she woke before Mulder, wiggled her way out of bed without waking him, and went through the routine of using the restroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face.  She was usually reading the paper with her morning cup of orange juice before he stumbled out of bed.

She was surprised on this morning to find that she was alone in bed.  The soft pressure of him behind her was gone and the sun was streaming through the window.  With a bleary blink, her eyes focused on the clock on the nightstand and she was stunned to find she’d slept in nearly an hour and a half past her usual wake up time.  She stretched and then immediately regretted it.

Not only did Scully have to pee, she had to pee more urgently than any other time she could ever remember in her life.  She had to pee so badly her hips hurt and her lower back hurt.  She had to pee so badly she was afraid to get up.  

And then she also realized, much to her horror, the bathroom was occupied.  Mulder was in the shower.  She could hear him humming to himself over the din of the spray.  The sound of the spray also didn’t help with her current situation.

What was she going to do?  Could she go to a neighbor’s apartment?  Number one, she didn’t know his neighbors very well and they weren’t that friendly.  Number two, she would have to get dressed.  And number three, she wasn’t even sure she could get out of bed, let alone make it to another apartment.  But, if she didn’t get up soon, as in right now, none of it would matter because she was sure she would pee the bed.

With much difficulty and the hard press of her thighs together, she slid out of bed and stood, hunched over just a little so she wouldn’t put more pressure on her bladder.  She hobbled to the bathroom and pushed open the door that was only half-way shut to begin with.

“Scully?” Mulder asked.

Damn him and his squeaky door.  She gritted her teeth and lowered the toilet seat.  “Don’t listen!” she called.

“Listen to what?”  He poked his head out from behind the shower curtain just as she lowered her shorts and underwear to her knees.

“Mulder!”  She yanked the curtain back in place so he couldn’t see her and then she heard him chuckling.  Unable to hold it any longer, she sat down and began to relieve herself.

And it seemed like it would never end.  Mulder was too quiet in the shower and her cheeks burned.

“Stop listening!” she said.

He started laughing again and then began to sing loudly, around his own laughter.  “99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.”

He made it to 96 bottles before she flushed the toilet and escaped the bathroom with not much of her dignity intact.  She was in the kitchen pouring her orange juice only a few minutes later when he came up behind her, dripping wet and a towel around his waist.

“Hey,” he said, slipping his arms around her, getting her back wet and handprints on her belly.

“I can’t look at you right now,” she mumbled.

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“So, what?”

“Some things should remain a mystery.”

“But, I liked it.”

Scully whirled around with her brow raised, an expression of mild horror on her face.

“Not like that,” he clarified.  “I mean, it felt normal.”

“Normal?”

“It’s what people in relationships do, Scully.  They stop being so cautious with each other.  They take things out of their comfort zones.  They take a tinkle or two in front of each other when they live together and only have one bathroom.”

“We don’t live together.”

Mulder pulled away and raised his brows.  “That’s what you got from that?”

“That and you use the word ‘tinkle’ which is a little strange.”

“I was trying to be delicate.”

“And I…I appreciate that.”

“Well good, because you take some really long showers sometimes and there have been some close calls.”

“It was a one time thing, don’t get any ideas.”

He backed away with his hands up in surrender.  “One bathroom, just saying.”

She sipped her orange juice and put a hand on her belly.  Maybe she should have that talk with Mulder soon about things changing between them and their future.  And that ‘two bathrooms’ were going to be on her list for some of those changes.

The End

[shintorikhazumi]

Phone Snippets #4: "Heal me, Love"

Snippet #4: “Heal Me, Love”

TAWOGfan2000: Akko broke her leg and is in the infirmary. I ADORE this idea. This stuff is the kind I bury myself into.

@laulink DianAkko healing. I hope you got some too. XD

Btw, thanks @silverteresa @alexdadawg @xswordeyesx @theniceacefriend and @mrs-kagari for reblogging these too ^~^ And a whole lot of other people that I can’t mention. I’d like to meantion you all, but I wrote it in pencil really bad and an’t read the rest XD. But I know who you guys are and I’m so happy ^-^ Thanks for supporting this XD

Oh and @blookity-bloke coz you wanna read this?

Longest snippet.

OOC warning

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“AKKO!”

Diana ran as fast as her legs could carry her, not caring for the rules for once in her life, which was a great shock to many as she was Diana.

The Diana Cavendish.

Finneran, who had been walking the halls at the same time, stood with mouth agape, blinking in disbelief, wondering if all that was a dream.

And no one could really recover fast enough to scold Diana for breaking these rules, and she wouldn’t have listened either way.

Because no matter what, she needed to reach Akko. Why?

“I didn’t catch her.”

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Luna Nova Academy. Four years dedicated to intense magical improvement. In the first two years, it was chock full of basics and lectures. The fourth year was for focusing on a chosen specialization. But the third year…

The third year of Luna Nova had a requirement under the rule of ‘Application’. Students should apply all that they learned in their studies and do so through assigned missions.

Of course, it was a given that these missions be done by team, thus Diana had been separated from her dunce-like lover for the time being.

Sure she had been worried at first, especially after hearing the girl’s team had, by some odd stroke of fate, been assigned one of the worst missions, recovering the poisoned feathers of a cockatrice found in the Arcturus forest. Diana clearly did not like the arrangement, but Akko had insisted she’d be fine, even joking about it, telling Diana that she and her team had already done such a thing, just as they entered the academy, possibly the reason for their assignment.

Besides, Sucy was an expert on all things poison and was very capable in magic. Lotte would be there as well. The level-headed voice of reason. And Diana consented because she had faith in all of them.

However, a week later, the day for all teams to return from their assignments, Diana had found it hard to locate any of the red team members, which was puzzling as their leader alone could create such ruckus to be noticed.

But now… It was strangely tranquil.

The blonde approached the arrival staff, inquiring of the returnees, but among the names on the checklist, the red team’s box had yet to have a tick.

She frowned, concern ever growing…

-Then she heard her name in a strained, frantic voice.

“D-Diana!”

“Lotte? Sucy?” They had grown close enough to address each other by name.

Diana caught the teary-eyed girl, trying to soothe her enough to tell her what was wrong, and also…

“Where is Akko?” Diana said, more worried than ever, still not spotting her girlfriend.

Her stomach churned as Sucy looked away, Lotte grim as she tried to muster enough strength to speak.

“In-infirmary… It…. Was.. It chased us. I fell… She saved me and…” Lotte cried again, shaken up.

The next words made Diana’s heart imitate the action of her girlfriend.

It dropped.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The door swung open, Diana rushing through every curtained section of the clinic, flipping the silk cloths aside in search of her brunette love. Reaching the last one, she stood there by the window, sweaty and panting.

There, lying on her back, groaning and covered in bandaged scratches- and scratches exposed, was Akko in all her battered glory.

At the sound of heavy breaths, and a yell of her name, Akko brightened up and forgot all her pain at seeing Diana, and couldn’t help but grin sheepishly, joking about her failure, falling like before, and laughing as she pointed at her freshly bandaged leg being placed in a cast by the nurse who was just leaving, clicking her tongue at the piece of work.

“Pretty Stupid, huh?” The brunette chuckled mirthless.

Before she could react, the heiress had thrown herself onto her girlfriend, crying tears of relief.

“I’m so glad you’re alright! ” Diana wrapped her arms around Akko, squeezing tight.

“Di-Diana, I’m fine!” The girl said in slowly disappearing surprise, patting the heiress back. “Really, I am!” She reassured with a small laugh.

Diana pulled away shortly after, maybe realizing that she had just thrown her entire weight on the injured Atsuko Kagari.

“Are you absolutely certain you are alright ? I know I just said it, but you aren’t in any pain are you?” She inquired, more calmly this time around.

Akko sighed fondly before nodding, smiling widely, crinkles by her eyes. “YES, Diana. I am perfectly fine.”

The heiress didn’t seem the least bit convinced, moreso as by simply sitting on the bed and shifting Akko’s position the smallest inch, the girl immediately winced as the weight moved her hurt lower body.

“Ngh- No-! D-don’t say sorry!” Akko noticed the way Diana’s eyes widened as she sat down and sprung back up to her feet, seeing the pained look on Akko’s face, mouth forming in apology. “S-sit back down.” The brunette tried to get out with less of a grunt that held back her breath as she tried to hide her pain.

“I am so sorry.” Diana spoke wearily, stepping closer to Akko’s face as she caressed her cheek, too scared to sit again.

“Like I said, don’t be.” Akko smiled reassuringly, grasping Diana’s wrist as she shifted for some space for Diana, and the heiress wanted to protest against Akko’s movements if it weren’t for the finger on her lips shushing her. “Sit.” Her girlfriend commanded, patting the spot next to her.

With no other choice, Diana complied. The pair stayed that way in silence for so long, they felt time to be unmoving.

“What… Happened, exactly?” Diana asked after a while, wanting to know the full tale of how the brunette ended up in such a state.

Akko tried sitting up, making little sounds of struggle and Diana grimaced as Akko was taking far too long simply doing such an easy task.

“Sorry for the wait.” She said, now turning to the concerned blonde. “Would you prefer the child-safe version or the graphic one?” The troublesome witch asked, still jesting all the way despite the air of seriousness her counterpart donned.

“Akko…” Her voice held warning, and the aforementioned sighed, relenting.

“Alright, alright.” She looked down, searching for Diana’s hands to play with them as she told her story; a way to hopefully keep them BOTH calm and the heiress certainly appreciated the gesture, nodding for her girlfriend to continue.“So… The three of us were finally deployed and we managed to get to Arcturus forest just fine.” Akko began relaying her tale. “Sucy somehow did some weird call, and BAM! Cockatrice outta nowhere trying to nip at us.”

The brunette turned to her companion, checking for any signs of lingering resent or worry, but was glad to see Diana listening intently, trying to understand everything.

“We tried doing what we did last time it happened. I acted as bait while leading it to a mandrake to trap it while Lotte and Sucy grabbed the feather. The plan was working pretty good…” Akko trailed off, recalling events she might not have wanted to. “Sucy packed the feather away and we were just gonna head back early. Like, just second day into mission early.”

“Then?”

“But then, the chicken-dragon escaped and Lotte didn’t see it trying to get her… So it managed to snag her broom and she fell. And…” Akko scratched the back of her neck. “I tried to save her, but when I tossed her to Sucy, that thing snapped at me and I lost my balance and just…. Whoosh, splat.”

Diana knew Akko worded it that way so as to not worry her, but it did not help at all. It only enlightened her already fearful mind.

“Before you ask, It all happened so fast I didn’t get the timing right to cast any spell. It was pretty late when I managed to start. Sucy was too busy trying to catch Lotte so she saw me late too. It’s not their fault. More likely, it’s mine, but really, no one is hurt and I’m glad.”

“NO one? Akko! Look at you!”

Akko tried to explain more. “Lotte did first aid, and we got back three days earlier cause I made travel longer, so the nurse tried to patched me up. I’m fine already, really. Maybe kinda sore… And…” The brunette actually looked melancholic for a moment. “My leg’s just… Getting there.”

That sad voice grew a lump in the heiress throat, and somehow she knew Akko’s broken leg hurt more than just physically.

Diana freed a hand, looking down and rubbed the limb, drawing circles on the knee with a sad smile. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Akko asked, laughing the slightest bit. “You didn’t do anything, Diana.”

“Exactly. I did not do anything.”

The way Diana said it worried Akko so much. She was troubled quite often because of the mischievous witch, but Akko was trying to change that. But right now, Diana’s gloom was enshrouding her for a reason Akko could not comprehend.

So, she asked.

“Diana, Love…” Akko cupped the face of the blonde, willing her to speak to her not only with her mouth, but with her eyes and whole body. “Look at me. Hey. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Diana only looked sadder and Akko could have been the one to cry for her, if only to lessen her sorrow by letting it out. The brunette did not feel her pain, but Diana’s as the heiress felt her own.

“I regret not being there to catch you this time around.” The heiress finally admitted, eyes not able to look into Akko’s for much longer.

Akko looked at the resentful state of the Love of her life, patting her on the head before kissing the spot.

“It can’t be helped, can it?” She smoothed out the rebellious hair strands on Diana’s head brought on by all that earlier running.

Diana no longer replied, simply allowing Akko to spoil her a bit, relaxing significantly.

By accident her hand went to Akko’s leg and as her body lost tension, she placed weight on the injured leg, immediately retracting her hand as Akko hissed in pain.

“Akko! I… I apologize. It wasn’t my intention-”

“It…s… Hah… Fine.” The patient desperately tried to put on a smile, but all she wore was a pained grimace. She hated how she was far too sensitive. A little mass and hurt would jolt up her system. She didn’t like it. Immovable and weak. And now Diana…

“I… I apologize.” The heiress was close to tears as Akko had her eyes deeply shut, trying to breathe out the pain slowly.

“It was an… Accident. Fine…” Akko got out through gritted teeth. Diana still couldn’t accept it, but she knew their were better ways to resolve this than with arguing with Akko.

“Let me at least heal you myself.” “That way I can rest assured that you are perfectly fine and patched up.” She said. “And I can make up for what happened. I know you are far from healed properly.”

Akko laughed at the statement, feeling as though she were recovering already. “It’s like you’re saying you don’t trust the nurse.”

“I don’t.” Diana replied bluntly, wiping the tears from her eyes as she begins her healing.

Akko spluttered. The answer was that surprising.

“At least, when it comes to you.” Diana inserted, a light pink dusting her features in a blush. “Honestly, the woman always sends you away indifferently.”

Akko smiled at the concern, warm and bubbly inside as she was now giggling, the magic flowing pleasantly through her battered system. “Well, with how often I’m here, why not?”

“A forty-one degree fever, accompanied by a migraine and vomiting.” Diana growled, recalling a particularly bad incident. “And all she did was send you off with tea and cold medicine?!”

“She must have been busy. Relax, Love.” Akko chuckled, leaning over to plant kisses along Diana’s jawline as she pulled her lover into her lap despite the taller girl’s protests.

“Akko, your leg-”“Wasn’t that all I needed to get over the fever?” Akko asked as Diana shifted her body off Akko’s leg, opting to sit beside her instead in close proximity.

“No. Absolutely not! You need care, help, affection. You need-”

“You?”

Diana froze for a while, mind ticking in thought until red exploded all over her face, ears and neck.

“Wh-what-?!”

“I mean… You are my 'Love’, after all.” Akko chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Diana. Happiness was consuming her and she would believe that part of it was just Diana being a magical existence in her life. “I love you~”

It wasn’t intentional, but Diana’s hand moved to slap Akko’s shoulder out of embarrassment, gasping as she realized it.

“O-ow.. You sure have a lot of strength.” Akko joked, eye closing.

“S-sorry!” The heiress rubbed the spot soothingly, casting a minor healing spell there before placing a kiss on the affected area. Akko hummed, pleased. An idea entered her head.

“You know…”

“What is it?” Diana asked, now focusing on Akko’s little scratches and bruises as she would get back to the broken leg later. Bones were hard to heal no matter the magic.

“There’s something you do that seems more effective than your healing spells.” Akko wagged her brows, grinning as she loved her idea.“Huh? What could possibly be more-” Diana was confused, after all, the Cavendish lineage had the best repertoire of healing spells available.

“Your kisses alone make me feel sooooooo much better.”

Diana’s whole body, this time, was covered in a blush. For a few moments her jaw hung slack, but then she took back her composure, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she stopped her spell a moment, leaning forward.

“I see.” She looks away for a moment, thinking, before cupping the back of Akko’s head, fingers massaging it lovingly. “Then I have no choice but to utilize that skill, yes?” She smiled as her lover mirrored her actions.

“Yes.” Akko grinned, unabashedly. “I love you, doctor~!”

“Don’t call me that.” Diana said, stopping mere inches from Akko’s lips. “I love you more.”

“Is that a challenge?” Akko akko chuckled, brow raised.

“No.” Diana leaned the last bit forward, gently bumping their heads together, noses nuzzling, lips lightly brushing. “It’s a fact.”

Akko grinned, leaning in first to claim those soft lips. “That, it is.”

And they shared one of many healing kisses for the day.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

OMAKE:

Akko groaned as her legs ached from the strain and weight she put on them sitting up and when she insisted Diana sit in her lap earlier, even if they were feeling way better than before.

“I’d say I told you so, but I love you for that.” Diana sighed, shaking her head before giggling. “It serves as consequence and warning for your next mission.” The heiress rubbed the sore muscles, a new healing spell at her fingertips. “I hope this was a good lesson.”

“And what would I even learn? Be careful? Practice my skills more?” Akko scoffed good-naturedly as Diana sent her a loving smile, shaking her head no.

“You should learn to take me along with you.”

And Akko died a little inside from the cuteness.

A/N: Too LONG!!! XD Welp... reblog? Hahahahaa.... tell me how it is!

[getseriouser]

20 THOUGHTS: Bugger

FAR too many assumed we’d be having the biggest grand final in over 30 years this time last week 

Half-time Friday night we all thought we’d got it wrong but alas regular programming prevailed and they then expected Saturday to be the breezier of the two prelims .

Yeah nah.

Now we have third playing sixth in a Grand Final no-one saw pre-season, mid-season, to start the finals or even last week when it was a one in four chance.

Expect the unexpected they say. And they are usually right on that.

 1.       Tigers just win, by five goals plus. As soon as that siren went Saturday, and thousands of male Collingwood supporters suddenly sprouted innies, thousands of Richmond fans grew really firmly in the trouser knowing it was only the expansion kids ahead of them next week now. Giants have won two games by under a kick in the dying minutes, once lucky, twice you’re kidding yourself, three times though, yeah nah.

2.       Actually, lets knock out some Brownlow before getting back to the on field. Interesting year, probably the greatest field of live chances going in for some time. So much analysis available these days that someone out there will get it right but about a dozen others, whilst looking super schmick with their spreadsheets and formulas, will be way off. This column has no idea although liked Fyfe for a while. Gets 2 or 3 votes in each Dockers win. Nice platform.

3.       Otherwise, three randoms to watch – Boak, Yeo and Treloar, could easily podium. And a real smokey from the clouds? James Worpel. One for the exotics.

4.       Back to on field, let’s go back to Friday. Cats missed a Scott Selwood type in the midfield. Getting ahead was one thing, and they did that well to their credit. But when it got tough in the second half, when the Tigs were coming, they lacked grunt and determination like the Giants showed in the final term Saturday, to get the job done. And to be honest its plagued them since the bye too. Can look flashy, can score, but when it needs to get ugly for 15-20 mins, think back to the first half of the first final too, no dice. Kinda like when its past 2am on a Bucks night, usually phantom, usually pass out, usually Ryan Babel.

5.       Alrighty, Saturday. Yikes. Wet weather clearly didn’t favour the Pies. No excuse but it mattered. Why? Well would you like to know who trained in a down pour midweek? The Giants, in their main session. Probably the best training session in that football history given the conditions that eventuated.

6.       So – and thanks to Rohan Connolly for this, who I’m shamelessly stealing from – between 2008 and 2015 only one Qualifying Final winner of 18 lost a prelim final. The last four years where we’ve had a pre-Finals bye, it’s a 4-4 record. Look at the Pies, didn’t turn up until three quarter time, the Tigers at least turned up after half time. Plus last year, the Pies had no right in their matchup with the Tiges and jumped them something shocking in that first half. Might be something to it. Might not be wrong, but there’s something to it.

7.       If you look at the Pies, Tigers and Giants, on balance this all looks about right. Richmond since 2017 probably deserve at least one flag and a go this weekend at a second. The Giants these last four years probably deserve a Grand Final appearance for their body of work. And Collingwood these last 18 months, a toss of the coin Grand Final result probably sits about right for them too.

8.       Difference between Richmond and Collingwood? One covered their injuries a lot better and was better set up for the pointy end as a result. Injuries aren’t the reason the Pies lost Saturday or that they would have been underdogs to Richmond had they won, but it’s the reason Richmond has a better list and is likely to win a second flag in three. Case in point – Richmond’s reserves win the Grand Final a week before their Seniors probably win as well, the Collingwood reserves didn’t even make the VFL Finals.

9.       Bucks getting questioned a bit in the media, ‘oh, that’s 22 years now without a flag, ho hum indeed’. Relax. On that basis we should give Bob Skilton a call, interrupt his midday movie to let him know despite his three Brownlows and everything else he means to South, his Hall of Fame Legend status is getting revoked coz he never won a flag. And that his spot will be taken by Tom Barrass instead, because he has actually won one. That Buckley hasn’t got a flag isn’t news, it might be factual but its not a story. The idea that obviously would clearly yearn for one is also factual, but not a story. Please be serious.

10.   Matt De Boer was excellent on Saturday but then again the Collingwood mids weren’t requiring a tag to be kept quiet. Does he got to Dusty and try and ruffle him again like he successfully achieved last time in Sydney? Won’t matter, Martin goes forward and kicks four on him in that case. Whether Martin gets shut down in the midfield by De Boer or not won’t prevent a Tigers’ flag anyway, lets not bother about that discussion all week.

11.   Norm Smith tip – no Tiger is in better nick than Shane Edwards, otherwise Bachar Houli for a little value with you preferred corporate bookmaker. But Titch onball will be as dangerous for Leon Cameron as nailing your Tinder date in Bali. You better put a clamp on that otherwise you’re in big trouble.

12.   Marlion Pickett was BOG in the VFL GF yesterday. We know that the Tigs have held over Jack Ross and Kamdyn McIntosh in lieu of the incredibly-stiff Jack Graham being doubtful to get up for Saturday. But back on May 28th we said this lad, who was playing for South Fremantle four months ago “would be best 22 by year’s end”. We’ve left it late but whilst McIntosh might be the safer play, Dimma will go very close to debuting the Western-Australian in the hope his mercurial style might just be perfect for an occasion like Saturday. If he’s picked, remember where you heard it first. Or read it first, even.

13.   Presume Kevin Sheedy is on standby to present the cup to Phil Davis and Leon Cameron should the Giants salute, the link to Richmond notwithstanding. The GWS best and fairest is the Kevin Sheedy medal, and unless you’re looking to Chad Cornes or Izzy Folau it has to be Sheeds. On the Tigers side, I think about Dale Weightman, otherwise Matty Knights or even Chris Newman if you want to go more recent.

14.   So yes, Richmond has been the pick for a while and it remains the pick. They are beatable though. Last four games their opponents all had strong chances they didn’t take. Eagles down here, in the wet, stuffed it and lost by a kick. Brisbane the week after got spooked but did a lot right but too late. First final, Brissy again, they kick straight they’re in it up to their eyeballs and then Geelong was leading by 21 points at half time, kick straighter its over five goals and the Tigs are staring down a repeat of last year. They’re not invincible, but it was only ever going to be a hot Essendon or hot Collingwood who stood a chance this finals series. Yet the Bombers lasted as long in September as Saturday Night Rove and then the Pies made a mess of it like The Veronicas on a Qantas flight.

15.   This column gets it right far more often than most and has banged on about the Clarkson-assistants theory for some time. This week’s Grand Final coaches, both ex-Hawthorn assistants. It will mean that after this weekend the last seven premierships will have been coached by Al Clarkson or one of his ex-assistants. Incredible. By this column, that is.

16.   More people in Sydney watched the Giants on free to air Saturday afternoon than people in Melbourne watched the Storm on free to air that night. What do we make of that?

 I love Victorian footy as much as the next Ted Whitten. This column still lapses occasionally and refers to Fitzroy instead of Brisbane, and it’s only been 20+ years. And whilst this column’s position on the Gold Coast experiment is well documented, the idea of a team in Western Sydney has always made sense to me. The population out there alone is more than Perth, Adelaide and Geelong combined.

 So to see GWS successful, largely on their own merit now (Gold Coast with the same concessions stuffed it, and you didn’t see Toby Greene playing on Saturday did we), is a good thing for the comp. Leave Gold Coast and Tassie aside, mind you.

17.   Speaking of Victorian footy, can we just kick the AFL reserves team out of the VFL into a legit reserves comp, and let Williamstown and Port Melbourne and Werribee actualy duke it out for a proper VFL title? Williamstown are long-storied VFA club who were looking for their 15th flag in 155 years of history. They lost to a team who sat out two of their players because they might be needed this coming weekend in a different comp. Don’t like it. Split the AFL reserves from the VFL. And the SANFL…

18.   Great to see Glenelg, another historic club in this country, win its first flag in 33 years. And yes they were playing Port Adelaide, their biggest rival, but half the opposition Sunday were Port Adelaide’s reserves, not SANFL players, so it’s a similar story. Great for the Bays to get up, but let the SANFL Magpies be just that, and then Port and the Crows can have separate reserves teams playing reserves footy.

19.   Speaking of Williamstown, feel for Willie Wheeler. Just a knockabout VFL footballer who had the win on his boot twice in the last term, so to lose by under a kick is devastating.

20.   Still not bothered by trade chatter. It’s all glorified brainstorming and suggestion permeating from the Herald Sun lunch room. When something remotely close to an actual story emerges I’ll get interested. Until then I’ll pass on Ralphy and Sammy and Jay-Z getting far too eggplant about what boils down to guesswork or stuff they dreamt about the night before when their partner slept at her friend’s house once again.

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Death

Death is the greatest teacher of ours. Death is full of paradoxes. I guess one of the hardest things is the desperate desire to forget everything but your biggest fear is to forget...you want to remember every detail, every second, every gesture which made this person so special, smell of the hair, every cold handed touch, every goosebump, even all the talks about nothing. Coz now it’s all you got, now it’s all that’s left for you, nothing more. And even all this memories makes you suffer because the pain of lost just tears you apart, you choose to remember all, you trying to capture in your mind all of it before you go to sleep...instead of sleep. But with time you realize that it’s not possible, and some memories just fly away...and it’s a new kind of pain. People say that time heals. Bullshit. Time is filling your life with new emotions and feelings that is why with a time you have more and more “free time”, time free from pain and tears. And yes, it is easier with time. But even if you think of it after 10 years...the pain will come back just as it was standing behind the corner waiting for you to allow yourself to be weak again.

2007 I met him when I was relatively a kid. I remember the first touch. Yes, touch was the first coz us with friends were sitting in the bus stop at night and it was dark as hell. I felt his and hugging my hip, I asked “who’s hand is this”... of course it was his cold hand - tall, fair-haired stranger. That’s how it started. We were young, we had fun, we were in love with summer nights despite our parents who always said us not to be out till late. When I decided to go home he said that he will go with me to walk me home safe. Actually, it was loud “stop” in my back) I stopped... It was a ridiculously short walk home, he was shy and adorable, we talked a bit, I felt him, so much. Next to the house, he kissed me... it was the strangest kiss ever. I was 15 and by that time  I kissed “few” people, so had something to compare. It was like....he seemed to be afraid to hurt me like I would be a tender flower, who can die from one bad move. He took my had in both his hands and kissed me so carefully and light...I was shocked. He thought it was my first kiss. In a way it maybe was. He kissed my soul. That night he said that he is 18.

The next day all out regular crew was out again, we were dancing and having fun. I saw him a few times. After he helped explain to find my sweater, we didn’t that night) but I was sure glad there was a reason why to be with him alone. He walked me home again and after a while we found ourselves sitting on the asphalt in front of my house. It’s was late at night, but the asphalt was still warm from the summer sun. And bright stars above us surprisingly wasn’t so important anymore as it used to be in my case. We were talking ... sounds so primitive. But there is much more in it when you look closer. We were talking like we had never before in our lives. We were drowning in each other souls from that first moment. I ’ve never felt so close to the person, I’ve never opened up so much without any residue, I’ve never seen into a person so much, I’ve never understood anyone like I did him. Neither had he. Throughout our talks I realized he was lying to me about his age, he wasn’t 18 he was 21. He was afraid that Age difference of 5 years would push me away. I found it very adorable. Throughout this talk, we realized we were both born at the same day. In a way, it explained why we matched so well. Numbers do matter. Rain. It started to rain. No, we didn’t go home, we just moved under the tree and placed our asses on the dry asphalt. But not for long. The rain was growing, I was cold, he gave me his T-shirt. In the middle of his explanation where he lives I suddenly said “show me” he thought for few moments and said ok. Rain was stronger and stronger and we were going faster and faster.

Summer night, we are holding hands and running under the storm, I’m in his T-shirt and he is topless ...both laughing. Could it be more romantic? Kill me, please! Suddenly I stopped him and hugged him as strong as I could “dummie, you are cold”, “so are you, let’s go”. At home he wrapped me into a huge towel, we were staring at each other. I remember how weird was to look into the mirror that only one time and to see both of us...he was shy, I was in love...but I didn’t know it yet) I came home around 5a.m. again. I came home happy again.

Next day we had to meet next to the shop, coz he invited me to the birthday of his grind, but I couldn’t go, I was punished for my late night adventures and couldn’t go anywhere. But I came there 10 minutes later and we never met... After a few days, I was lucky enough to go out again, and I saw him in the crowd with his friends...he was wearing the green T-shirt. We looked at each other eyes and said so much. That night it was all.

And here we go, the next day, I’m hearing the story of 2 guys who crashed on the motorcycle last night. One of them is ok, just a few scratches... Another is HIM. And after I hear details about his broken parts of the body and about his serious condition. Everything around me became blurred like in a movie...I run away and I was crying...so long and so hard that I don’t even remember what happened after...I couldn’t believe it was him, I couldn’t imagine all the damages, but couldn’t stop picturing it... I didn’t know what to do, so I was crying I wanted to just pass away and wake up when all will be fine again. I didn’t know where is he, and I couldn’t ask anyone...

After a few days, I heated that he is in a coma. Also that if he will not wake up till the end of the week, they will unplug him from the machine that supports his life. I was drinking, I was crying. I was crying all week. I was out of life. I remember, we were out with my mom till late, I looked at the phone and the day was almost over, it was the last day when he could wake up. “Cold as hell” that’s what run through me that moment. I believed. That’s all I could do....

He woke up. I couldn’t reach him anyhow. I was just hoping with all my heart he will be ok. And also did my best to surround myself with new emotions. It was pretty successful. Time passed, I came back home. Different countries, no phone, no news.

Days passed by, weeks, months... His name started to fill my diary, all of my notebooks, each empty piece of paper. After half year I caught myself that I miss him more and more, and I need him more and more. Of course, I had my own life many things were happening, but through all this, there always was one same name... I didn’t understand what is going on many questions were on the paper as well. Thoughts that maybe he forgot me. I tried to reach him,  to get his number...nothing. Sounds weird but yes, in one year I didn’t hear from him until I came back where we met.

From people I’ve heard that he is paralyzed, it reviled that only one hand was. Kinda weird relief... Finally, I got his number, I was silly, I was scared...” hi, it’s me...you remember me?..” To hear his voice after a year was.....like a breath of fresh air. But nothing good came out of it. We didn’t meet. He closed to himself so much that it was hard to reach him just by one call out of blue ... and I was there just 3 days.

Next year I didn’t come.

So, here we go 2010. So many things happened in my life, so many new feelings, experiences... And here I am again at the same place we met. This time I came for a week, and I knew, I HAVE TO see him this time, if not this time - when? In 3 years he became a ghost...he was stranger to me, but stranger who took way more thoughts than anyone would in this situation... I said to his friend to call him, he said about me and also that maybe...maybe he will go out. I didn’t believe. Was there done that. I sad no, not like this, take me to him! Now or never.

I was nervous as fuck! What am I doing? Why? Most likely he even doesn’t wanna see me. I almost don’t know him and didn’t see him for so long...

3 years and 7 days That’s how long... and here I am - late evening, his house, house which saved us 3 years ago from the rain, house where he was wrapping me in his huge towel... I’m nervous. I’m sure it’s a bad idea, and I don’t have balls to just go there. His friend came with me...Hi, hi... I was a few steps behind, it was dark, he stumbled it to me, literally... “who is it?” A hot wave of a new feeling to me covered me and while I was drowning in it I squeezed out my name. He was shocked as well...he just said “let me dress up” his friend new the situation “I’ll go, ok?” I did something like “uhu”... my hand ... all my body was shaking. I stepped around the corner and with my messy shaking hands took out a cigarette. Calm down...calm down... Here he is.

I felt awkward and weird. So did he. I didn’t know exactly what I expected from this. So didn’t he. I didn’t know what to do and what to talk about. So didn’t he.

But it took less than I thought... and here we go ... us, a warm summer night and we are walking and talking about nothing and everything like we would be good old friends like nothing happened, like there weren’t 3 years of silence. I don’t know how many km we’ve walked that night, but all that time I wanted to hug him... so bad! Finally, when we stopped I was saying to my self hundred times before I said it out loud “fuck, can I hug you? I want to hug you so much!” We hugged... and fuuuck the whole universe was in this hug!! We talked... “I wanna kiss you, but I’m afraid I’m gonna ruin this idyll”, “Me too..” Everything was so fragile and so precious....the way he kissed me never changed...the weirdest kiss ever, the purest kiss ever. It was madness!! We spent 4 nights together. You know what? We’ve talked. We were sitting on the bench next to the house and talking. Talking till the morning. “No, it’s not really morning yet...don’t go”. And how much did I hate morning I can’t even tell. I tried so hard not to think about me leaving after few days. Once he came and said he has something for me in the hood, yes in the hood..) he put his hand in there and gave me little red rose flower and gave it to me with “it’s not the flower you should be getting” ...but honestly? It was the best flower in the world for me! Last evening ... last night... I gave him a little bear, he asked me to kiss this bear. “Now it’s not just a bear, it’s a bear kissed by you”. He is leaving... and in the gates, I’m desperately “Don’t disappear anymore, ok?” Next day we met for the last time before I was leaving...he said me time and place where to come (no phone, another weird and special thing about him) I came, was interesting to see him in daylight, his deep empty eyes were even more of it in the sunshine. He said he wanted to give me something so much, so he just went through all his stuff and “give me your hand” it was a compass. And of course, at that moment it was the best present I could get...he was again shy. I was touched. Bye... I was looking as he was going away... till he didn’t disappear around the corner... I was afraid it’s the last time I see him. If I would say it was sad... it’s not even close to the feeling I had.

My plane was in 2 days. We went to the city...there were few more visits of family and friends with my mom. But.

But the next day I took a train and came back to him. I even didn’t have keys from his house to sleep in. I just went there to see him one more time. We were together all night as usually....then we went by walk to the train station which was 1,5 hour by walk. As we were walking sunrise “surprised” us again. He bought me a whole pack of oranges... he wanted to say bye and walk me to the train but he couldn’t... he came with me. Way back was exhausting, I wanted to sleep so much, he never let me thank god)

So the final bye was later when I took the bus from the train station. It was messy, sleepy goodbye. But in a way, it’s maybe good, coz it was less painful. After I slept and forgot about all the meetings I had that day... Plain.Home.Phone calls.Missyouhugyoukissypuloveyou. What? He really said it? I’m still not sure, seems like it was a dream... We went with my mom to the sea. I’m happy to clear my mind a bit. New emotions, I’m pro in it. One week passed. Another phone call. But this time his mom picked up “he is in the hospital, we are doing everything to save him”

Boom

You must be kidding me...I could t believe it happened again. Out of blue. I was in school, it was a regular day. Till then.

I’m not gonna go into the details but then it was a month of a nightmare...I was calling his mom and sister every second day to get some news. I believed with all my heart! Wanted to speak to him more than anything in the world. Walking dead. Then one day his mother took away all my faith “he is dying”. Nonono! How could she think like that? He wasn’t allowed to use a phone in the hospital...of course...but he had a phone and I was writing him. A lot! He never replied... I was looking on my phone like a maniac and each time there was a message my eyes were sparkling...but no... again not him. Until one evening. My heart almost exploded when I saw “1 New Message from...” HE wrote me! I was crying... well, I was crying a lot that time... and when I read it I hated him he said that he is ok, and all will be fine! Fucking lier !!! How could he? I knew nothing was ok. I knew that he needed very complicated heart surgery, and they didn’t have money for it! I kept writing to him. His sister said that if something can hold him here it’s me. She also wanted me to talk to him. But he couldn’t talk to me... he said it’s too hard for him. Too hard for him... So I never talk to him anymore. And every time I was calling his mom or sister my heart was stopping, I was scared to hear from them that he... no! I pushed away all those thoughts.

13.10.2010 1 New message: “I’m sorry for the bad news, but he died today”

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I wish if would be the end of the story...

I was relieved in a way, I knew he is not suffering anymore. From that day I knew that he is my guardian angel, and he is next to me, protecting me. And I don’t fucking care how ridiculous does it sounds. Then started real hell. Task number one - To realize that he is dead. Till the funeral, I didn’t actually believe. I had many different scenarios in my head. But on my way home from school “1Missed call from...” HIM. A little bit shocking ... a little bit... Calling back later. That’s how I knew it’s a funeral day, I called just when the funeral was. Perfect. I cried a lot ... I almost lost my hair... there was nothing good in living. I was writing him letters. A lot. It helped me a bit. I had to put it at least on paper. Passed months, years.... but the feeling didn’t.

time doesn’t heal...new emotions do. I had a lot.

His name was Anton.

After 4 years I met a guy in the metro. I married him. His name is Anton.

3 more years and I gave birth to our son. His name is Anton.