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danwhobrowses · 2 years ago

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WWE Money in the Bank 2022 - Quickfire Review

So it's that time of the year again, Ladder Climbing Season

One of WWE's Big 5 PPVs (I'm not calling it that premium live event shtick) is in the books, so let's see how it went!

Spoilers for the PPV

Kick Off

A congrats to Rosenburg for getting engaged

WWE are definitely trying to keep Cody in people's minds, but honestly 'peak of my career'? This is the dude who was ROH and NWA world champion

Of course they talked up Logan Paul as well. I mean, I get it he's an influencer, but it's only short term stuff. Paul can be a good wrestler, but he has to make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes as Ronda Rousey has, and that includes believing he can be a babyface

One Whole Hour of Kick-off and 0 Matches, absolute bull

Main Card

Even as a heel Becky gets that pop, dunno what the headset was but the green and gold was great, she almost looked like a Psycho Ranger

Liv getting a pop close to Becky, Alexa and Asuka was great

Is Raquel's gimmick that she has a back?

I remember that MITB and I can tell you that pop from the crowd was not for Alexa, people were heartbroken that Becky got slighted again

Camera cuts really need to simmer

0 Love for Lacey

Shotzi has had a bit of messy match which is a shame

There has been some really nasty landings in this match

Happy to see Liv win, her rebounding back from the ladder was a clever spot, and Becky freaking out makes sense because she's 3 for 3 for being the last woman kicked off the ladder. The match was scrappy, but decent.

Not a good day for accuracy between the WMITB and Theory overshooting his dive

The match got better the more it went in, it started as a pseudo-squash, threatened to get boring with Theory using rest holds but finished strong

Did Carmella raid Charlotte's feather closet?

Match was fine as it was, nobody thought Carmella had a chance but they didn't squash her and they didn't overstay their welcome, Carmella's post-match should've been a sneaky misdirect but didn't quite land

That Lily credit card ad thing was abysmal...

Burgundy was nice on the Profits

See unifying the Tag Titles was a good idea on paper, but WWE's delivery has been poor given the complete lack of depth in the tag division, by no fault of the wrestlers

Ford also can easily be a great singles competitor

This tag match is sponsored by smacking people in the mouth

Great final third, but now what? The Usos don't really have any more babyface teams to face again for like another month

Oh the raised shoulder, so this will continue the feud

Bray? Or is that just Spooky Edge?

WWE do NFTs? Yeah I'm not surprised

That was a mild pop for Ronda, but at least props for the pride colours

Sharpshooter is devastating to the back, Pat

This match is sponsored by calling each other 'Bitch'

I've often criticized Ronda's inexperience and lack of charisma, but this is the best I've seen her look in a long time. The Shawn Michaels pose during the Sharpshooter was a smart spot

The match was decent, like Belair nobody gave Nattie a chance, but at the least it didn't overstay its welcome, mainly operating in Ronda's wheelhouse

Morgan cashing in though was the bigger pop. I dislike though that they had her immediately get caught into the ankle lock, Ronda was perfectly set up for an Oblivion, should've been that then pin rather than a rollup

But still, very glad to see Liv FINALLY get gold, I fear it won't last long because well...Ronda...and it's mostly a babyface version of Bliss' cash in at 2018, but still, Liv finally gets the W

Urgh, Ronda doing the Hogan at Mania 4, just let Liv have her moment!

This is a surprisingly tame abomination that Seth is wearing

Pretty dumb of Shamu not to use his fighter boys to have an edge in this match

Okay but why? It makes 0 sense

Sami hiding behind the turnbuckle post was great

Pat this ladder has held the Big Show and Mark Henry I think it'd be fine

JEEZ that recoil

Ladder Floating Bro was a great spot

Missed chance to have Omos erupt from the pile of ladders like Godzilla

There's Butch, finally realising wrestling maths

I hate the finish in layers. For one it completely renders the whole qualifying process redundant (they even had a mobile raffle thing which had fans ask who would win MITB hours before announcing Theory in the match, meaning tons of fans wasted their money), for second it's just 2019 when Brock won the MITB, for third 3 of these guys shouldn't have really been in the match: Theory for obvious reasons, Drew because he has Clash at the Castle and Riddle because he lost a title match which bans him from challenging Reigns again and for fourth, because it's Vince McMahon's fingerprints all over this, the man's 'stepping down' is completely meaningless in terms of booking

I know Theory is considered one for the future, despite losing at mania to Pat which does make all these veteran wrestlers look like losers, and he may do really well with the briefcase, but he doesn't resonate with me at all and to finish the PPV like that was quite underwhelming. Which is a shame because the match was good, and I really REALLY wanted Sami to be given his dues, there was story in him being the MITB winner

Conclusion

Overall this was a fine PPV. It had some twists, some good but not all, and everyone worked hard. I can't say it's my favourite piece of wrestling I've seen this week though, such is the risk with WWE's newfound PPV approach of attempting to overdeliver on weak builds. It at least sets up for more, but you can't help feeling that there could have been more.

Match Results and Predictions

Liv Morgan def. Becky Lynch, Asuka, Alexa Bliss, Raquel Gonzalez, Lacey Evans & Shotzi for the Women's Money in the Bank Briefcase Bobby Lashley def. Theory (c) [Submission via Hurt Lock] - NEW CHAMPION!! Bianca Belair (c) def. Carmella [Pinfall via KOD] The Usos (c) def. Street Profits [Pinfall on Ford via 1-D] Ronda Rousey (c) def. Natalya [Submission via Armbar] CASH IN: Liv Morgan def. Ronda Rousey (c) [Pinfall via Roll-up] - NEW CHAMPION!! Theory def. Drew McIntyre, Seth 'Freakin' Rollins, Sheamus, Riddle, Omos, Sami Zayn & Madcap Moss for the Money in the Bank Briefcase

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

For taglist: please send an ask if you changed your @! I noticed several people are unavailable :(

As always, my baby gay @miscmarvelwritings is the bestest beta!

"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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missmillyashford · 4 years ago

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Eight Hundred Eyes Are Better Than One - Reaction

I should have done this a long time ago but I just reread this chapter and reacted to it as I went if you’re interested @anbu-legacy

Because I’ve had a grudge against canon Jiraiya for so long it’s been an interesting but slow process of adjusting to this (better) version of him where his awful traits either don’t exist or are slightly more subdued, and traits I could actually appreciate are more emphasized. And saying that, I love this image of this giant, flamboyant man being so unsubtle about his summons that he just wakes up not just Kakashi but his entire FLOOR. Nice one. This man is a spy theoretically and I love that juxtaposition. At least it makes it easy to let Ryouma know they’re leaving.

“Dodomeki?” he said quietly.

Boyfriends, Kakashi reflected, were supposed to be reassuring. “I’ll bring you an eyeball,” he promised.

“Gross.”

This reminds me of that time Kakashi found a weird creepy bug in that one cave during the kiri mission and instead of leaving it be like a normal person he decides to pick it up and bring it all the way back to the team to scare Ryouma with it. I always find it super funny when Kakashi pulls stuff like this, terrorizing his poor teammates with gross unwanted show and tell. I personally would love a gift like that, though. I am totally someone who would probably keep particularly interesting animal body parts preserved in a jar somewhere in my house because I find anatomy and physiology interesting. I once had the opportunity in one of my university classes to hold a horse’s brain and was quite enthralled. I just wanted a good look at it and was really curious what it would feel like.

“Just bring yourself home safe.”

“Always do,” Kakashi said, which was mostly true. “Captain, too.”

I’m reacting to this on a reread so hahaaaaaaa. Nice one, Kakashi. Your poor hands.

I would say I can’t believe that Kakashi actually WENT INTO THE ROOM to wake up Raidou and Genma, but this is Kakashi, so I can. He could have just knocked on the bedroom window, or just gone to the door, like a person with basic social skills and a modicum of decency. Kids these days. No respect for the general concept of privacy. Sheesh. Boundaries. I’m glad I’m not them. I will admit that I laughed though.

Raidou jerked, sat up wildly, and blurted, “What the hell?”

“Taichou,” Kakashi said, with a little wave.

Genma exhaled, tweaked the sheet so that it covered Kurenai more fully, then sat up — a much smoother operation. “Hatake,” he said tightly, visibly trying for calm.

“Lieutenant,” Kakashi said. And, for good measure: “Yuuhi. Well done.”

Asdfghgfds. This bastard. I love and hate him. DK is always so good at this sort of humour with Kakashi and it never fails to get me.

I feel bad for Genma and Raidou and Kurenai right now though because they didn’t even get to TALK properly the next day after getting together before Raidou had to leave.

Kakashi felt his spine stiffen. Reflexive, pointless defense of his parents, who had raised him on legends and myths, told in the few quiet moments between everything else.

I really love the callback to Don’t Fear the Dark. It’s really interesting when we get little glimpses at what Sakumo was like, and what his family was like before it fell apart. The defensiveness about it has my heart hurting, because it’s one of the few tiny pieces he still has of his father. Speaking of Sakumo, mythology/legends, and Don’t Fear the Dark, I remember that there were traditional masks of demons and things in their home. For a very long time I’ve been very curious to see what the Hatake estate looks like, and what other personal items from Sakumo and their life before are still there. Here’s to hoping we’ll get to see it one day?

I like how these legends have been woven into the worldbuilding too.

Usagi thumped him on the shoulder. “Better dodge, then. We’ll bring some of her scrapings back in a jar for the lab.”

Genma would probably appreciate some jar-scrapings, though.

Genma’s my type of person. I appreciate him.

I’m really enjoying getting to know a little more about the relationship dynamics of the members of team thirteen. Ginta and Usagi’s relationship is so fun.

I love Goya purely on the basis that she’s a badass archer lady with wicked aim and I feel like that’s understandable and valid.

While Raidou and Usagi bartered for shelter, and Jiraiya signed autographs for the goat herder’s starstruck daughter, Kakashi watched a handful of goat kids bounce back and forth over a fence with blithe disregard for its actual purpose.

The goats hopping over the fence makes such a great image. I adore Tarama the goat village, purely because of the goats. And the Katsuko callback.

I am weak to the characters being dumb reckless idiots experimenting with jutsu for science so I was LIVING for the thunderstorm Ginta-Kakashi shenanigans. I’ve also always loved thunderstorms so I might be extra weak to lightning users. Just casually detonating each other’s jutsu and hoping they don’t explode each other irreparably in the process. Good fun.

Actually getting so see Kakashi split lightning was so cool. We keep hearing about it in canon and legacy so to finally see it is so satisfying. I like the description of sharingan vision as “he tracked the bolt zig-zagging down as if it were made of syrup, oozing through superheated air, long, lethal fingers branching out towards them.” And I also particularly liked this line:

The lightning snapped towards him like a massive, elemental predator scenting blood.

I am very amused:

In the dizzying aftermath, Kakashi had just enough time to think ow and awesome before the next strike threatened, and they both ran like hell for the village.

Usagi’s childish glee is so great. And yeah, I feel both her reaction AND Raidou’s are pretty appropriate. But still, lol:

“When did you turn three hundred? Your rookie just did the coolest thing ever. Stop being miserable about it.”

“You want him?” Raidou said.

“Yes,” said Usagi instantly. “Hatake, you’re mine, get over here.”

“Wait, no,” Raidou said.

I’m glad Kakashi is being appreciated.

The conversation Raidou and Kakashi had about KureGenRai hook up was veeeeery interesting. I wasn’t expecting Kakashi to react so harshly. I guess it is hypocritical of Raidou to say what he said then do that, though Raidou has a point that it’s to protect rookies from senior officers. Lieutenants and Captains are different since they’re closer in rank. I’m guessing that Kakashi is kind of frustrated with how he and Ryouma have felt like they’ve had to keep their relationship secret for fear of getting in trouble, even if same rank liaisons are technically not against the rules, unwritten or otherwise. Because of Raidou’s whole boundaries thing and general testiness about that kind of thing?

I’m curious to see how keeping it a secret from Ryouma will go. How long will they even want to keep it from him, and if they do want to keep the secret how will Ryouma feel about both the relationship and Kakashi’s secret keeping once he finds out?

Another thing I’ll be curious to see is if this at all changes if Kakashi wants to keep his relationship with Ryouma secret still, and if so from who. I’d doubt it would since there are other factors but still. I am looking forward for when people find out, but at the same time I’ve been enjoying it being private. I think a temporary shared secret like this can feel kinda intimate so long as it doesn’t overstay its welcome. And we get scenes like Kakashi panicking and hiding in Ryouma’s bathroom while Ryouma clumsily lies and implies he may have hooked up with an Uchiha to evade arrest so that’s a bonus. I think being able to have their own relationship exist in isolation from judgements and comments from the outside allows them to take some pressure off their relationship, and gives them time to figure each other out and how to just be together unhindered. I can see why they’re doing this the way they are.

A mass grave. Whoever had dug it — Kusa ninja, most likely — had missed the small body on the hill.

“Poor bastards,” Usagi said quietly.

Kasumi, of all people, went back for the body.

I like this detail about Kasumi.

“Now we track,” Jiraiya said. He gave a little wave in Kakashi’s direction. “Do the nose thing.”

Some days, Kakashi didn’t feel entirely respected in his workplace.

Loooool

It took two more days to even get close to the Dodomeki. For Kakashi, it was like living in dual headspaces — the clean, sleek arrowhead mind of a predator, and the disordered tangle of everything human. Team Thirteen, with their… themness. Jiraiya — firmly, unignorably himself. The discomfort of Raidou and the unhappy friction between them. No Genma to smooth down the rough edges. No Ryouma to distract with chatter or an unexpected, brilliant idea.

I really liked this section for a couple reasons:

1) I like how when certain members of the team are absent it highlights just how important they are to the entire team. Genma the vital lynchpin and mediator; Ryouma the emotional heart, friend, and innovator. I also appreciate that it’s not just their skillsets that are addressed either. They’re valuable for things like their kindness, level-headedness, and company.

2) I love the acknowledgment of duality of Kakashi’s headspace and social interactions. The headspace required to do his job as a tracker vs. working as part of a team of antsy, ridiculous people are very different. The interactions he is going to be having with the wolfdogs that don’t even so much as speak human vs. his human coworkers are going to be very different too. Kakashi having an entirely different headspace with the dogs to the point he actually separates it from being entirely human (like referring to “humans” as if it were a group he isn’t entirely part of) reminds me of all the way back to the thread Lost in the Dark when Raidou sees Kakashi speaking to the entire pack for the first time. He realizes Kakashi’s social skills have likely been influenced by his exposure to the dogs he grew up with. It was such an interesting revelation to me. This is the part I mean if you’re curious:

What followed was one of the strangest conversations Raidou had ever witnessed. Kakashi, with his economy of speech and movement that seemed so disjointed in human interaction, slotted into place as naturally as breathing. Raidou recognized that questioning head tilt echoed back by listening dogs; the silent, watchful glances that lingered a second beyond comfortable; the predatory edge polished like a fine weapon. Here, Kakashi’s hair and mask just looked like markings, no more notable than that shepherd’s black-tipped ears, or that hound’s white-ticked coat.

It explained a lot.

I really liked seeing Raidou defend Kakashi from Kasumi’s crochety and unjustified remarks. Progress!!! I’m proud.

I’ve probably said it before and I’ll probably say it again, but I always love your dialogue. There’s so much personality and liveliness in it. The banter is so entertaining. Usagi and Ginta especially right now.

I know the mythology the Dodomeki comes from is very different, but there is something about the descriptions of her that make me think a lot of what I felt watching the Netflix the Witcher series. Which might not mean anything to you if you haven’t seen it. Similarly horrifying and deadly and gross. It’s great.

The entire fight scene had my heart pounding. It was so intense and fast-paced. So many close calls and how fast she was was so terrifying. We just saw Kakashi with his sharingan so fast he was able to split a lightning strike in half, yet she’s so fast he can’t even hope to keep up. Fuck.

Abe had to chase him nervously around, attending to whatever bits of Jiraiya’s face he could reach, until the medic finally lost his temper and ordered Jiraiya to sit.

I loved this.

I don’t have anything interesting to say about them theorizing about her sickly state, but I am very intrigued. I also love when little bits of real life actual science are incorporated in fantasy like this (ex. the mention of ketosis).

I am still very very worried for Kakashi’s hands. I suspect he won’t get out of this entirely unscathed even after treatment.

#anbu legacy

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kerikaaria · 4 years ago

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 20

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

DISCLAIMER: Since this fic is very similar to real life BTS I think I should probably say this. While the member in this chapter has admitted to struggling with eating disorders during his time as a celebrity, I DO NOT claim to understand what goes on in his head or how he personally feels, nor do I intend to make light of the situation. I hope the way I wrote this chapter makes it obvious that I treat these issues very seriously.

Genre: (PG13) fluff, angst

WC: 4.6k

Warnings: Mentions and discussions of eating disorders and body dysmorphia. I did my best to turn it positive, but if these things bother you it may be better to skip this chapter.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21

A/N - If you are having a difficult time, whether it be about the issues discussed in this chapter or other emotional distress and you are finding it difficult to cope with on your own, please don't be afraid to seek help. Either through friends/family or professional help - it is not shameful. Mental health is just as important as physical health, so please everyone take care of yourselves.

I stood in the hallway outside of the dance studio with Sejin and a few other staff, including one who was holding a camera. The boys were practicing, but we had a surprise planned for one member in particular. We lit the candles after one of the boys turned off the lights in the room, signaling for us to enter.

We entered the room singing happy birthday and I turned the lights back on to see Jimin smiling and clapping along to everyone’s singing. After he blew out the candles, Sejin handed him the bags full of fried chicken that we bought for all of them to enjoy and take a break from their hard practice. Jimin started to look like he was getting emotional so the others teased him, playfully hitting him and telling him to cry.

“It’s kind of expected that we prepare a secret camera, isn’t it?” Suga said to the Bangtan Bomb camera while Tae hugged Jimin from behind.

“How could I have not realized it was a secret camera?” Jimin asked as the woman holding the cake handed it to Jimin for him to hold. “The cake is pretty!” he said with a smile.

Even though he looked perfect anyway, Jimin got embarrassed in front of the Bangtan Bomb camera because his face was bare. I rolled my eyes when he started covering his face with one hand while balancing the cake with the other while thanking us for the cake and the surprise.

Jin took notice of Jimin hiding behind his hand. “You don’t have confidence in your bare face?” he asked. Meanwhile, Tae was focused on removing the candles from the cake.

“No, I don’t. I’m shy, but really thankful!” he addressed the camera.

As soon as he finished talking, Jungkook took some of the icing with his finger to smear on Jimin’s face. Jin, Hobi, and Tae quickly followed suit, laughing while Jimin deadpanned at everyone for giving him the unwanted facial. Although, Tae was the one doing most of it, nearly covering half of his friend’s face on his own. Even Joon came over and added to the masterpiece.

Soon enough, Jimin got back at Taehyung, swiping a long trail of icing down the side of his face and neck just before all the boys came together for us to take some pictures. Seeing them joke and play around like this was one of my favorite things. Even if the moments didn’t last long, they were much needed and well deserved in between all the practicing and schedules.

The staff filming for the Bangtan Bomb continued to film when they opened up the fried chicken to finally dig in. Everyone except for Jungkook sat on the floor around the food. For some reason, Jungkook thought he needed to lose weight, so he didn’t want to eat the fried food.

After the camera was shut off and the other staff were leaving, Jin asked me and Sejin, “Are you going to eat with us?” Sejin said he had something to do before saying bye and leaving the room.

“No, I don’t think so. We’ll let you guys hang out and relax.” I offered them a smile before turning to walk away. To tell the truth, I wanted to stay – partially because Korean fried chicken was just so good, and also of course because I love to hang out with my boys. But I have honestly been getting worried that I hang around them too much and didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

“Are you busy, noona?” Jimin asked.

“Not really,” I responded. “Why?”

He got up and shuffled over to me, pulling on my arm to bring me back towards them. “Then why not stay? This is for my birthday, and I want you to stay with us,” he said with a pout. “If you want to, of course.”

I smiled. “Of course I would like to, Jimin-ah.”

“Then please?” He said as he gently pushed on my shoulders to urge me to sit and Hoseok moved over to make room for me.

I laughed. “Okay, I guess I’ll hang out for a little bit then.” I sat down next to Hobi while Jimin reclaimed his spot to my left.

“We haven’t gotten to see you that much outside of work the past few weeks,” Namjoon said in between taking bites out of a wing.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, grabbing the piece that Jimin offered me. I smiled at him as a silent thank you. “I’ve either had other stuff to do for work or was trying to spend some time to myself. You know I love you guys, but sometimes I like my alone time.” That wasn’t a complete lie. Even if I did start to prefer spending more time with them rather than being alone, I still needed to have some time just for myself. Who didn’t?

But I definitely wasn’t going to tell them that I was also becoming scared of being too clingy.

“That’s understandable,” Jin said. “But it’s still nice to spend time with you, especially moments like this.”

We continued to chat while finishing up the chicken. Between seven people and how delicious it was, it was done in no time. I noticed that Jimin only grabbed two or three pieces, spending the time to just nibble on them, but I figured he may have just not been particularly hungry so I didn’t think too much about it and set the observation aside.

After we finished, I volunteered to clean everything up and stuck around for just a little bit longer. Right now they were mostly learning and practicing the performance for one of the end of the year awards shows, which would be starting next month. They were up for Best New Artist awards at a few shows, and would be performing at some of them as well. It was a small performance, but we were excited to be able to have the opportunity nonetheless.

I stayed only for a little bit before heading home. While walking home, I suddenly realized that Jimin’s was the first birthday that was celebrated after I had started working at Big Hit and all seven of those wonderful boys walked into my life. I couldn’t believe that it had already been a year since then. Time had just been flying by, it seemed. I guessed that was what happened when you were so busy you practically eat, breathe and sleep your work.

I’d been living in South Korea for more than a year, and it had been that long since I saw my family. I missed them sorely, but I was also very happy with the life I was making for myself here too. I was even paying my own rent now, after swearing up and down to Bang PD that I wouldn’t be scraping by if I did, telling him if he really could afford to keep spending the money that went toward my rent it should go to the boys for some extra pocket money.

It was already pretty late when I heard shuffling footsteps make their way to the apartment across the hall from mine, and I opened my door to offer a greeting to the boys and make sure they were doing okay.

“Hey, noona,” Namjoon said, holding back a yawn.

“Hey,” I responded. “You guys are getting back late. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Hoseok responded.

I nodded and was about to retreat back into my house before I realized something. There weren’t seven people standing in the hallway. “Wait. Where’s Jimin?” I asked.

“He said he wanted to practice a little longer,” Tae said, frowning.

“Ah okay,” I responded, nodding slowly. “Well, get some rest guys. You need it.” I smiled before they waved and said good night, entering their home.

I quickly changed out of my pajamas, thinking to grab some leftover food I had in my fridge before putting on a jacket and leaving the apartment. I started walking quickly toward the company building. I normally didn’t like to be out at this time by myself if I could help it, even if these streets were significantly safer than what I was used to, but I felt like I had to check on Jimin.

I carefully approached the room to the dance studio, its light spilling into the dark hallway. I peered through the window, and sure enough Jimin was in there, dancing really hard. I almost never saw him get as exhausted as he looked right now, with beads of sweat sticking to his skin and making his hair wet. I frowned at the sight, worried for my friend.

When Jimin finished his dance, he collapsed on the floor, spreading his legs out and holding his upper body up with his hands on either side of him. He then pulled his legs close to his chest, resting his elbows on his knees and pressed his palms onto his face. I carefully opened the door and slowly walked in.

He didn’t seem to notice my presence when he said, “Gotta keep going. Not good enough yet.”

I waited another moment before deciding to alert him to my existence. “Jimin-ah, you look so tired.”

He quickly turned around in shock, eyeing me closely. “Noona, when did you get here?” he asked, still pretty breathless from his dance workout.

“Just a minute ago,” I said as I walked over and sat in front of him. He lowered his knees into a cross-legged position. “They told me you decided to stay to practice more, and I was worried that you might be hungry. I noticed you didn’t eat much of the chicken earlier.”

He smiled slightly. “I’m fine, noona. No need to worry about me.”

I looked closely at his face, his smile not convincing me. “You looked like you were working yourself way too hard, Jimin. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He held my gaze and even though I could see there was something there he wouldn’t tell me, I decided not to press any further.

I sighed. “Well, you should at least eat something. I brought some food with me.” I pulled the container out of my bag.

“Okay, I’ll have a little bit,” Jimin said, knowing I was going to be stubborn about this and not let him say no.

“And we should really get back to the dorm afterward too. You looked like you could barely stand up.”

“Okay, okay,” he said as he took the chopsticks I offered him. “Manager-nim knows best.” He lightly chuckled.

“I’m not being your manager right now Jimin,” I said, sliding on the floor to move next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m being your friend.”

He ate about half of the food I brought with me. Although I was hoping he’d eat the whole thing, I decided to take it as a win. After that, he gathered his things so we could walk home together.

In the hallway outside our apartments, I gave him a hug. “Good night. And don’t forget to take care of yourself. We don’t want our precious Jimin to get hurt.”

He squeezed me a bit tighter, replying “I will. Don’t worry about me.”

Even though I still didn’t spend all my free time with the boys, I started to pay close attention to Jimin whenever I was with them. Something about that day made me feel worried for him. I saw certain mannerisms that were scarily similar to something I was all too familiar with.

I didn’t make a habit of addressing it when I saw something unusual because I didn’t want to push him away, but I started taking mental notes. How he would deny eating food when everyone sat down to eat, or at the very least he’d nibble on a few pieces to make it look like he was eating a full meal when he didn’t. When he’d stay late after practice to either keep going or just exercise, even if he exercised earlier that day too. And his members weren’t blind, I know they saw it too. But approaching someone about these kinds of things wasn’t easy to do.

On a day when the boys got to relax a bit at home, I decided to stop by to chill, having spent a good amount of time by myself recently and was feeling a tad lonely. Jimin was sitting in the living room, browsing through the internet on his phone and I sat next to him. I pulled out my own phone, but glanced at what Jimin was looking at before getting lost in my own device. He didn’t notice me looking as I watched him read comments.

But not just regular comments. Hate comments.

He somehow found a coal mine of comments all about his body and figure. People who were saying that Jimin was only good for his abs. I even saw one or two comments turning the nickname of Mochi some Armys had given him because of his cute cheeks into an insult, saying it meant he was fat. He must have been reading a blog created by antis to find such concentrated hate comments.

I diverted my attention before he realized I was looking at what he was doing. As much as I wanted to tear the phone out of his hands and yell at him for paying attention to people who don’t know what they’re talking about, I thought better of it. These things needed to be handled delicately. No wonder he’d been acting so unhealthy lately.

Then later that same week, we were all at the company. The boys were working on choreography, either for their upcoming performance or for their next comeback and I was in my office, figuring out their schedules for a few weeks from now. I was concentrating on figuring out how to untangle some conflicts when my phone started ringing.

Checking the caller ID, I saw it was Jungkook. That kid rarely used his phone to actually contact people, so it shocked me for a moment. “Hello?” I answered.

“Noona!” I could hear the urgency in his voice. “Jimin hyung’s passed out!”

“What?!” I yelled into the phone, abruptly standing up. “Where are you?”

“In the dance studio,” he responded, his breathing very unsteady. “We were in the middle of the choreography when he just fainted. Noona, what do we do?”

“Is he breathing? Is he hurt anywhere?” I asked.

“Yes he’s breathing, that was the first thing Namjoon hyung checked. And I don’t think he’s hurt. There’s no bleeding or anything like that.”

“Okay, good.” I looked through my purse for the snack bar I always kept just in case I got hungry in between meals before hurrying out of my office. “Don’t worry too much. Just make sure that he’s in a position that should make it easy for him to breath. He’ll probably wake up any minute and he’ll be okay. I’m on my way.”

We hung up the call and less than a minute later I walked through the door to the studio. They all looked up at me, concern in their eyes.

“Shouldn’t we call an ambulance?” Taehyung asked. He looked on the verge of tears.

“As long as he wakes up shortly, there shouldn’t be a need for that,” I said. I was remaining calm on the outside because the last thing any of them needed was for me to be freaking out. While I was pretty sure what had caused this, that didn’t mean it made me any less concerned for him. It was still something that needed to be taken care of.

“What if something’s really wrong, though?” Hoseok asked.

“He’s still been exercising and practicing way longer and not eating as much as he used to right?” I asked, looking at Namjoon who sat right next to Jimin. He slowly nodded in response. “Then I’m sure any of us can guess what happened.”

“What do we do?” Namjoon asked. “We’ve tried telling him to stop overworking himself and to eat more but he won’t listen to us.”

I sighed. “These things aren’t as easy to deal with as just telling someone they’re doing wrong. He can feel how his body is reacting to it, he knows what he’s doing isn’t good. But that’s not going to stop him unless he decides on his own that he really wants to.”

I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down next to Jimin on the floor. Some of my concern relaxed when I saw his chest rising and falling with my own eyes. “When he wakes up, don’t jostle or move him. He’s probably going to feel dizzy and take a moment to readjust to what’s going on around him. So keep calm, too. We don’t want to freak him out.”

“You sound like you know from experience,” Jin commented.

“I do,” was all I said.

Just a moment later, Jimin’s eyes slowly opened.

“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon gently said. “Jimin, can you hear me?”

It took him a second, but Jimin grumbled a response. Then he quickly sat up, probably shocked and trying to remember what happened. I grabbed his arms to keep him steady. “Wait, what happened?” he asked.

“You fainted,” Yoongi almost whispered and Jimin slowly nodded in response.

I took the snack bar out of my jacket pocket and tore the package open before holding it out for Jimin. “Eat this, Jimin,” I said.

He shook his head and went to push it away, but I grabbed his wrist, placed it in his palm, and wrapped his fingers around it.

“I’m not asking, Jimin,” I said sternly. “I’m telling you, you need to eat it. And drink some water, too.”

Both Jimin and Joon looked at me in surprise at my tone, as I was sure the others were as well. Even when we were working and I was really in “manager mode” with them, I made it an effort to not be authoritative or assertive with them. I was sure they didn’t expect me to talk like this to someone who was obviously sick at the moment.

Jimin nodded and took a small bite of the bar, knowing now was not the time to argue with me.

“How are you feeling?” I ask after he took a couple of bites, my voice back to my normal tone.

“I’m feeling okay,” he quietly responded. “I’ll probably be good to get back to practicing in a little bit.”

“No, you’re not practicing anymore today,” I said. “You need to rest.”

“I’m pretty sure I just did,” Jimin chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. I heard a sigh somewhere in the room.

“Do you know how worried we are about you?” Seokjin asked. “You’re not taking care of yourself, and now it’s so bad that your body can’t even handle it.”

“You can’t keep doing this,” Taehyung said, clasping one of Jimin’s hands in his own. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“I am taking care of myself,” Jimin said. “I need to stay in shape, need to stay thin. I weigh too much, and I can’t keep looking like this in front of Army.”

I stood up and turned around, running my hand through my hair. “Those people online who are judging your looks are not Army, Jimin,” I said. “And their opinions are absolutely worthless.”

“It’s not just those comments, noona,” Jimin said. “I see it when I look in the mirror, too.”

I felt tears stinging at my eyes. If that was how he thought, then it was definitely worse than I imagined. “Jimin.” I turned back around and knelt down to look him in the face. “Your weight is considered healthy. Any doctor would tell you that.”

“And doing what you’ve been doing isn’t going to do anything but make you less healthy,” Hobi added.

“You really need to stop, hyung,” Jungkook said. “We’re all so worried about you.”

“But I need to lose weight so my cheeks aren’t chubby anymore,” Jimin said.

“Fans love your cheeks, Jimin,” Tae said. “They call you Mochi because of them, don’t they?”

“I don’t like that nickname,” he quickly responded. “It means I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat because you still have those cheeks,” I said. “First, you’re 18 years old, you’re still growing into your face. And also, you’re perfect the way you are.”

Jimin sighed. I knew this was hard for him. He already trained his mind to think one way, so while he listened and wanted to believe what we were saying he already had his mind made up.

“How can we get you to start taking better care of yourself, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asked.

“You can’t force him,” I answered for him when he didn’t respond. “It’s up to him and his own willpower to believe our words and take them to heart. But it’s not easy to do. It’s not easy at all.” I took Jimin’s hand that wasn’t still occupied by Tae’s and squeezed it. “It was a bad idea to ask you to show your abs in the debut songs. Maybe if we didn’t tell you to do that, things may not have gotten this bad for you.”

We were all silent for a moment before I decided I needed to tell him. I steeled myself before letting go of Jimin’s hand to pull out my phone. I scrolled through my photo gallery to find what I was looking for, finding the perfect picture and clicking on it before turning my phone around for Jimin to see.

“What is this, noona?” he asked.

“It’s a picture of me,” I said. “From a few years ago.”

The others looked over his shoulder, trying to take a look as well. I saw them trying to hide their shocked reactions as they looked back and forth between the past me and present me.

“I never had high self-esteem, and as I continued to gain weight, it definitely kept getting worse,” I said. “That picture was when I was about the highest I ever weighed. I wanted to be thinner, but finding the motivation to lose weight was incredibly difficult. Negative thoughts feed into more negative thoughts, and when your brain has made a habit of trailing down that thought path it’s painfully hard to make it turn the other way around. To make it switch to the path of wanting to make a positive change instead of just hating yourself.”

Jimin handed my phone back to me, listening intently. “Before doing it properly, I first started trying to make changes in a very destructive way. I lacked motivation in general, especially to exercise and be active. So finding the lack of motivation to eat wasn’t hard to manage. I felt like I was torturing myself. I already had issues with blood sugar so when I would eat almost nothing for days or weeks, I found myself very weak and it started to become less uncommon for me to faint.”

Jungkook sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me as they listened to my story. “That’s why I made you eat once you came to. I had a feeling your blood sugar was low from the lack of nutrition and it was important for you to eat something so your body could stabilize a bit. And that’s why it hurts me so, so much to see you like this, Jimin. I know that our concerns are probably not going to make you change, and you’re definitely not going to be able to suddenly flip a switch and go back to before you felt the way you do now. But we’re all here for you, and we all want you to be better. So please, Jimin, trust us and lean on us, okay? We’ll support you through this until we remind you of how amazing you are.”

I saw tears in Jimin’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m worrying you all. I don’t mean to. I just don’t know what else to do. I feel like I’m doing what I have to, and I don’t know if I can make myself stop.”

“I know,” I said as I placed my hand on his cheek and wiped away a tear.

“So, what can we do?” Jin asked, looking at me.

“Be there for him,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Jimin’s. “Try to get him to eat at every meal. Try to get him to take it easy when he’s overworking himself. Don’t push too hard, but don’t give up on him. And hopefully, our Jiminie will eventually remember how wonderful and perfect he is.”

“Okay,” Namjoon said. “We’re here for you, Jimin. We always are.” He draped his arm around his younger brother’s shoulders and gave him a light squeeze.

“I love you, my friend,” Tae said, wrapping himself around Jimin in a hug, forcing him to fall to the floor from the force of it.

“Yah, you didn’t need to knock me over,” Jimin said, laughing.

Jungkook left my side to join the other two on the floor. “I’m not missing out on this,” he said as he wrapped himself around both of them to make a little cuddle pile.

I smiled at the touching scene, happy the mood in the room was becoming a little lighter. It hurt me that Jimin was going through this, but he had six wonderful brothers to help him, and that was the important thing. Having a support system, having people who will be the voice of reason for you when you couldn’t, that was one of the best things for someone to have during times like these.

Hobi came to sit next to me. “Thank you, noona,” he said. “But are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I said as I lay my head on his shoulder.

“You stopped starving yourself, right?” he asked, and I nodded. “How did you get yourself to stop?”

I hummed while thinking of a response. “I don’t know, I just realized one day that what I was doing was wrong and I had to stop. As far as I could tell, there wasn’t really a magic fix or anything in particular that made me stop. But once I did, I managed to get the motivation to be healthy, not just with food but also with exercise. And now I’m a lot happier with myself. But Jimin’s different. He’s not actually overweight, he is making himself believe he is.”

“Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Hoseok replied. “Thank you for telling us your story, noona. That was brave of you. And I think all of us are seeing what Jimin is going through a little differently now because of it.”

“I have faith that he’ll be able to turn it around. We’ll just have to wait to see when that’ll be.”

The maknaes were now standing, no longer in a pile on the floor. And to everyone’s surprise, Yoongi walked right up to Jimin and pulled him into his arms. He didn’t say anything, but we knew exactly what he was trying to tell him. Jimin wrapped his arms around his hyung’s waist before the rest of them added themselves into the hug one by one and made one big group hug.

I stayed back but Jin, who was the closest one to me after they all piled in, reached out to grab my arm and pull me into the ball of love as well. “What were you doing just standing there, (Y/n)? You need this too.”

I relaxed into the embraces, feeling their warmth. It may end up being a long journey for Jimin, but at least it wouldn’t be a lonely one.

“I love you all,” Jimin said from the middle of the pile. “So much.”

A/N - I feel this is important to say: Jimin disliking the Mochi nickname is actually a true fact. After the “Papa Mochi/Baby Mochi” thing I’m not sure if it’s helped him like the nickname better or not, but I’d rather be safe. As I portrayed here, while it started as endearing, antis picked it up as a way to call him fat and body shame him, so he really doesn't like the nickname :( Please be respectful of our lovely Jimin and not use this name. We have so many other sweet nicknames to call him that he can appreciate!

And, as I said last chapter, think twice before spreading hate or posting hate comments. It's so easy to forget when we're behind our screens that the person on the other side is a real person just like you, and words can hurt much more than you think. Even our lovely, handsome Jimin is insecure about his looks because of thoughtless people telling him he needs to change, and the amount of pain it's caused him over the years isn't acceptable or excusable. Like BTS does, we should be doing our best to spread love and not hate.

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shih-coulda-had-it · 4 years ago

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Sorahiko is a jealous dad with his sunflower son's friends and Nana is trying to calm him down, I'm completely sure that happened 👀👀

/rubs hands slowly/ This might necessitate Sorahiko wanting to bond with Toshinori, anon. For all we know, he might have approved Toshinori lone-wolfing it at the beginning. He certainly doesn’t think that way by the time we reach the Shie Hassaikai Arc — he was, I think, a factor in Izuku’s internship?? Don’t quote me on that — but I wouldn’t put it past Sorahiko to think that teenager Toshinori shouldn’t drag people into his ‘delusions of grandeur.’

Anyway! This is yet another entry into the NanaLives!AU. For the last bit, just know that Nana survives All for One, fled to the States with Toshinori, and Sorahiko found and adopted Kotarou before joining them.

This is the third week in a row that Sorahiko’s found the dumb dandelion-haired brat underfoot at his and Nana’s agency. Yagi is still dressed in his black uniform, the one that clearly marks him as a junior high student, and he looks like any bright, diligent kid. Kenta, the agency’s hapless receptionist, sends Sorahiko a pleading look.

Sorahiko knows it’s not a ‘please get him out of here’ look, because it didn’t even take Yagi a goddamn day to charm the civilian staffers. No, what Kenta is mentally begging Sorahiko for is to not make a snarky comment.

So what if there aren’t any official rules against civilians in agencies? What if Yagi has wormed his way into Nana’s good graces, to the point where she’s already considering making him her successor?

Doesn’t explain why a student has so much time to spend at a small pro-hero agency.

“Torino-san!” says the brat cheerfully. He’s carrying a stack of files in his twiggy arms, looking ready to drop it all and assist Sorahiko. “Hi! Oshishou said you were coming in late today!”

Sorahiko squints, bleary. It’s just too many exclamation points for someone who’s just woken up from an afternoon nap. The front door swings shut behind him. Sorahiko hasn’t changed into his gear yet, he’s kinda hungry, and he’s being overwhelmed by a kid who’s taken Nana’s philosophy to heart.

“It’s not a training day for you,” he grunts, and moves forward, brushing unceremoniously past Yagi.

“Every day is training!” Undeterred by Sorahiko’s grouchiness, the brat trails behind and lectures Sorahiko about dedication of all things, and new things oshishou tells me about, I’m learning all the time, I’m so grateful to be here—Sorahiko lets the chatter wash over him, unwilling to cross the line of bullying a child just yet.

“Sky Drop,” Sorahiko says, opening the door into his and Nana’s private office. They used to keep their workspaces separate, and then a month into that, caught each other sneaking out the window (Nana) and snoozing over the paperwork (Sorahiko).

“Oshishou, I have the files!”

Nana looks up from her desk, looking frazzled. “Oh, thank you, Yagi-shonen. Gran Torino, hey, how was the nap?”

“Too short.” Sorahiko watches Yagi bounce to Nana’s desk, hand her the files, and vibrate expectantly in place. Youthful eagerness. It tires Sorahiko just witnessing it, and he makes eye contact with Nana, trying to communicate, ‘I can’t believe this kid.’ She glares at him for a brief second, then turns to Yagi.

“Do you have anything you need to study?” she asks.

“Tests are easy,” the brat says. He scuffs the heel of one sneaker. “I can test, oshishou, but I just don’t like, um…”

“Paperwork?”

Yagi brightens. Ugh, they’re kindred spirits, these two. Sorahiko can’t believe Nana’s letting him get away with the idea that a Pillar of Society isn’t going to have to deal with all the generated paperwork. “Yeah! It’s all in my head, so I’m free to do whatever, oshishou.”

“All in your head,” Sorahiko mimics. Look at that, he is willing to bully a child. Nana can kick his ass later, when the ball of sunshine isn’t setting fire to his dignity. “I can guarantee you, you aren’t ready for the written exam for U.A. Go. Shoo. Come back in five minutes.”

He only adds that last part because Yagi had wilted, drooping at the order to leave like Sorahiko had been responsible for sucking up all the nutrients and will to live, and Sorahiko doesn’t need to be guilt-tripped by a thirteen-year-old child.

In any case, Yagi perks up. “Okay! What can I do?”

Fortunately, Nana intervenes. Maybe she could predict that Sorahiko was going to send Yagi out to fetch taiyaki. “There’s a table tennis set in the backroom. It’s at the top of the metal shelves, you can’t miss it. Bring it back here, and I’ll show you a trick for improving hand-eye coordination, okay?”

“Okay!” And off he goes, shooting past where Sorahiko is still lounging against the doorframe. There’s a draft of cold air, and then Sorahiko is finally stepping inside and closing the door. The room isn’t sound-proofed, but they’ve got a solid minute before Toshinori scrounges up the paddles and the elusive white ball.

Their desks are technically on opposite sides of the room. Sorahiko likes to sit by the door, and terrorize visitors (mostly Commission agents) by standing up when they enter, startling them backwards and unnerving them into honesty. Nana sits in plain-view of the door.

He approaches her desk and leans his hip against the edge. “Why is here,” he asks plaintively. “Doesn’t he have friends?”

“Don’t be a dick,” Nana chides. “You can connect the dots yourself.”

“He had the confidence to pester you.”

“Sorahiko,” she says, stern.

“Nana,” he whines. Sorahiko might be losing heart in this argument, because he can connect the dots. The dots are telling him that he’s being an asshole to a previously Quirkless teenager. “I can only deal with one extrovert at a time.”

“You’ll get attached to him,” Nana says with great confidence. She’s been saying this for the past three weeks; the novelty of Nana having an apprentice has worn off, and now Sorahiko is even more confused as to why Recovery Girl took the position as U.A.’s school nurse. Nana leans forward and pokes his elbow. “You got attached to me, after all.”

“Hm.”

“I think he’ll make lots of friends at U.A.,” she adds, with less confidence.

“Hm,” Sorahiko hums again. It’s likely. U.A. usually feels like the chance to start over a social life; the influx of students outside of Musutafu meant new faces. But Sorahiko knew better than most that old habits died hard; years after graduation, his closest friend is still Shimura Nana, and everyone else (save for Chiyo, who was more willing to ally with Nana and force him into socializing) remains at arms’ length.

“Found you!” Yagi’s exultant cry travels through the whole agency. Sorahiko resigns himself to Yagi’s effusively loud existence, and Nana pats his wrist.

“If you needle him about overstaying his welcome, I’ll kick your ass,” she reminds him pleasantly.

“When you go on full maternity leave, I’m the one stuck with him,” Sorahiko shoots back.

“I will make Yagi-shonen run so many errands…” She sounds wistful, as if the prescribed rest from work hasn’t been haunting her for days. “When I can’t bend over and get the tea from the bottom shelf, I’ll just tell Yagi-shonen to help this poor pregnant lady, oh, her gigantic stomach…”

The joke works; Sorahiko doubles over in laughter.

Yagi Toshinori does not make any close friends through high school. Instead, he spends more and more time at the agency, helping with the reports and patrols, desperate to ease the burdens weighing Nana and Sorahiko down.

“He’s supposed to have a childhood,” Nana mutters. They’ve made a stop at the rooftop, and she is staring blackly at the blue and pink neon glow of the city. “He’s—supposed to be irresponsible, and goofing off with friends, and getting terrible grades as a consequence for not studying.”

Sorahiko studies the passing cars, and he keeps his mouth shut.

Toshinori’s constant presence at the office helps. He’s a quick study at paperwork, for all that he professes to hate it, and just having him there lightens the mood. They’ve tried kicking him out for his own good, pointedly reminding him about the necessity of networking and downtime. And like clockwork, he shows up the next day.

It soothes something in Nana to see her successor, hale and hearty. Sorahiko can appreciate Toshinori for that.

“He does talk to his classmates, right? You’d know if he was being bullied?”

Sorahiko rolls his eyes. “You think I would keep that from you? His classmates worship the ground he walks on. He’s just standoffish, I guess.”

“Oh no,” Nana grieves. “Of all the things he learned from you, Sorahiko.”

“From me?” he says, outraged.

“I know I told him to make friends!” she continues. “God, maybe if we weren’t operating outside the Hero Association’s purview, he’d bring them to the agency, and he could finally brag about his experiences working with us…”

“He’s fine, Nana. I think—” his throat seizes for a second. I think he knows he has to be All Might alone. It’s true, but Sorahiko doesn’t need to rub the fact in Nana’s face. If entering U.A. is like wiping your social slate clean, then entering the pro-hero workforce is like exchanging your life for an entirely new tablet. Sorahiko’s luckier than most that Nana was willing to cling right back, and that Chiyo demanded to be their GP.

“You think,” Nana prompts.

“Toshinori’s as emotionally-balanced as any teenager can be,” Sorahiko says. “Don’t mess with his social life until we’re out of the clear.”

This isn’t a conversation Nana thought she’d be having with Sorahiko, of all people. But he’d been biting poor David Shield’s head off during dinner, and even Kotarou has caught onto the inexplicable animosity. Fortunately, Kotarou takes his cues towards strangers more from his adopted big brother than Sorahiko.

Toshinori is looking at her in askance, when Nana decides David’s suffered enough and politely excuses herself and Sorahiko from the table.

“We’ll be back with dessert,” she reassures the kids. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No kissing,” says Kotarou petulantly. “You always forget the time when you’re kissing tou-chan.”

Nana fake-gasps, smiling even as she scolds. “Kota! Not in front of guests. You wouldn’t want me telling Dave what happened the first time I took you flying, would you?” Kotarou reddens like a tomato, and mimes zipping his mouth. Ah, a Sorahiko-tic. Her heart warms.

“It’s okay,” Dave says.

“Yes, it would be nice to gain information, wouldn’t it, Dave?”

She grabs Sorahiko’s wrist and marches him to the kitchen. He goes willingly, but Nana knows he’s just shot one more suspicious glare over his shoulder. And when they’re standing in the kitchen, ostensibly retrieving the ice cream bucket and assorted bowls and spoons, Sorahiko crosses his arms and scrunches his face into a scowl.

“What is with you?” she whispers.

“Look at him!” Sorahiko whispers back, gesturing at his face. “He’s a smarmy little prick trying to figure out what’s behind All Might!”

“He’s asking very normal things, as expected from very normal engineering students,” says Nana. “You remember the Support students. David isn’t being any more invasive than they are.”

“He’s Californian.” The disdain drips from Sorahiko’s voice. “He’s obsessed with bodybuilders in the spotlight, like that, that one governor they had—”

“What, was he eyeing you too?”

Sorahiko dismisses her attempted derailing. “The boy’s ogling Toshinori like a piece of meat, he’s not going to look at some old-timer.”

“It’s a mutual attraction,” says Nana, certain of this, at least. “I think Toshinori likes nerds.”

He makes a face.

“He gets that from me,” adds Nana mischievously, and she leans in to kiss the affectionate outrage off Sorahiko’s face.

#bnha #nanahiko #yagi toshinori #all might #torino sorahiko #gran torino #shimura nana #shih.txt #nana lives!au #mom shimura and dad torino coparent their summer child #asks #anon #no one get on my case about the californians joke #i get to say it; i live in the pits of cali #sorry i took so long anon!

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Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Fem!PleasantValleyResident!Reader

Title: Throuple

Notes:

Granny Boone is bisexual and you can’t change my mind.

This is way too long I’m sorry. My excuse? Its self indulgent that's why and I wrote it over the course of 2 days, both at night time so...

Pick whichever Buckman you like best.

Plot:

Boone and Buckman just care a lot about you! A looooooot, a lot. Like, so much. A colossal amount, really- but you’ve never heard of a ‘throuple’ before.

Warnings: Uhh, polyamory? Sexual harassment, hint towards rape (Not of you or any known characters but still), 2001 Maniacs craziness? Reader might also have a mental illness, I don't know. Its not explicitly stated and I’m just the writer so how would I know? But she is really tired. Laziness in the last written sentence. I haven't edited the last half, so it might be illegible... In the morning I probably will edit.

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SET: Before the massacre, so everyone is alive except the 2001 Maniacs victims who have yet to be born because this is 1860

“Hey Y/N!” One of the men from table three - was it William or was it Lawrence? I don’t know, whoever-it-is’ voice is too slurred at this point for me to figure. Turning away from the table I was wiping off, I tuck the washcloth into the waistband of my apron and raise an eyebrow vaguely towards the table. “Come over here a moment, wouldja?”

“Why?” Now, usually, I would go over; No question. But its nearly closing time now, and its dark, and men like to get rowdy at this time, and I’ve been burned by that shtick before. Resting my working hands, course and strong, on my hips, I raise my eyebrows.

Put on a cold front and they’ll lose interest. Uh, usually.

“Just wanna get a betta look atcha! Larry here says you got a flat ass, but I got 3 coins on yer plump bottom. Y’ wouldn’t want me losin’ coin, would you?? Come on, now, just stand over here and lemme ‘ave a look-see. Wont even touch!” William, as I can now see, shows off his grotty yellow teeth in a wide grin.

He honestly think’s that crap will fly? He really, truly believes I’ll just submissively walk over to them and bend the fuck over?

What the hell do they take me for? I’m a waitress, not a prostitute.

Instead of snapping at them though I merely sigh, and clap my hands in a finished manner. “Come on boys, time to go home. It’s closing time and my snuggly warm bed’s calling out t’ me. Aren’t yours’? Come on, then!”

Groans and protests are my response, but the long drunk and tired men - they’re here after a long day of work in some mines, - get up and head for the exit to my building despite their complaints. I know neither of them are staying in any of the hotel rooms above, so that’s where they’ll go and that’s where I herd them. Out the saloon doors and down the street. I shoo them all the way, curbing their complaints with ‘Think about lovely dreams’, and ‘You can come back tomorrow for breakfast!’. Once we’ve gotten to the door, I wave them off, dish cloth in hand. “Goodnight boys, see you in the morn- Ah!” A high-pitched shriek comes out of me and is released into the cold night-time air in a puff of visible gas in the lamp light as I whip around. Someone pinched my-

“Theodore.” I gasp, eyebrows furrowed as I use my fists to cover my ass as I look up defensively at the tall, roguish looking man. I thought he left hours ago!

How dare he-

“Definitely plump / flat, boys!” He calls out to the two that are heading down the street, receiving raised hands in goodbye and laughs in response. Probably disgusting comments, too, but the mix of how far away their retreating backs are becoming, and the alcohol in their systems making their words blur together like flour and eggs mean that I thankfully don’t hear them with any sort of clarity. Theodore looks back down at me and smirks. “You said something about a warm snuggly bed, Miss?”

“Yes. Yours is a couple blocks from here. Be free to go forth, right now.” I roll my eyes, slipping around him so he’s closer to the door. He twists around and runs a hand through his greasy hair that’s far too long, and would be fair if he ever let water touch it. Good lord man, go see Al the barber and maybe you’ll learn some manners along the way.

“Aw, are you mad at me now Y/N?”

“Just cross.”

“I know a fun way we could work through those passionate feelin’s together, darlin’- “

Another voice joins the fray, just as I’m worrying if Theodore will ever actually leave, or more seriously- If he will ever actually pull through with the comments like that that he always makes towards me. “Oh, what’s that?”

Theodore and I look out to the street immediately to see who’s interrupted him. Who, with such a high and feminine voice, has had the audacity. Who, has become simultaneously his annoyance, and my saving grace.

My eyes land on Boone, and a grin makes its way over my lips. She looks cross herself, hands on her hips, shoulders anchored towards Theodore in a way a mother might look at her son when she is…

Totally pissed off.

I waive my dish cloth at her from behind Theodore. “Good evening, Boone!”

She doesn’t so much as say anything back, just glances at me and then back at the problem- Theodore. Oh man, if I were him I’d be backing off now. Boone scares everyone, me included. Not that I have to worry, she’s made it clear that she cares about me.

… A little too much, but still. That’s neither here nor there right now. I’m glad she’s here!

“I think I heard some unsanitary comments comin’ from you, Mr Miller. At least I hope they were just comments. Why don’t you go on and apologise to our deserving waitress Miss L/N, before I let the Mayor know what you’re up to here. I believe he warned your ass last time we caught you cornering her.” Boone’s eyes darken on him and I wonder if I could slip off to the side and clean off the last table; the one William and Lawrence were at previously, so I can retire sooner. She’s got this all under control, if I know her.

But then Theodore just rolls his shoulders back, and the air around him seems to still. “You know, Miss Boone, I never see either you or our esteemed mayor every kickin’ up such a damn fuss over anyone else in this town. I mean, shit. I had some devilish fun with Miss Lyla the other day and you didn’t do nothin’!” A smirk slowly rolls over his mouth as he looks back at me for a moment, caging me in those dark, weaselly eyes for a moment. Oh, crap.

Boone, though, doesn’t even bat an eye.

But before she can say another word, yet another familiar voice calls from the shadows. I look down the path the way Boone was headed down before she heard Theodore and I and stopped by, to see Buckman walking down towards her. What are these two doing taking walks at 11 at night for, anyway? Why aren’t they together?? Seems a bit choreographed, to me. Let me just add that to all the reasons they creep me out.

Now, our Mayor is shorter than Theodore, who is much like a weasel in that he’s skinny, smelly and long, but that doesn’t make him an any less intimidating presence against him. Even with cheer in his eyes and his hands carefully in his pockets, its always been clear from the get-go, that he’s a force to be reckoned with. Its something about the way he holds all of his emotions inside, I’ve always thought. Mixed with the knowledge that he’s fought in a war.

It’s why we voted for him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Mayor.” Theodore swallows down a gulp of spit, stepping forward out of my saloon, finally. “Sir!” I take a deep breath and let it out, relieved, going straight to the doors and wedging myself between them; blocking him from coming back in and ready to shut the doors again as soon as I can. I don’t want Theodore coming back in, but I also don’t want to be left alone with either of these two nutters’, either.

Oh, by ‘nutters’, I mean ‘pillars of the community’… Mostly, I mean that. Uh, half.

Okay fine, they’re nuts.

“Mayor,” I greet, inclining my head for a moment politely.

“Evenin’ Y/N! I hope you’re not having too much trouble with this one.” Buckman immediately flashes me a bright, election winning smile. A real one. Like he always does when he see’s me.

“Well, he was. But I think Boones got it covered.” I grin back, unable to help it. He’s very charismatic!

Boone’s expression softens a bit and she relaxes her stance, giving me a little smile. “Thank you dear.”

“I’m sure she does.” Buckman agrees, and then they share a smile between them, and I look down at Theodore on the bottom step that leads to my saloon. Oh Jesus Christ, if he had suspicions before, then they are just growing now. This is just what I need!

I haven’t done anything, Theodore!! I promise!

Which is not to say I haven’t received countless offers, but I don’t need to be even thinking about that. Seeing as I declined.

“Now, why don’t you head on home Theodore.” Buckman drops his nose to look up at Theodore with a little bit more menace and severity. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“Good night sir! Boone, Y/N.” Finally, Theodore looks back over his shoulder at me, and then makes a break for it down the road past Boone. She gives him a stink eye for as long as she can before losing interest.

And then its just me, Boone and Buckman in the stillness of the night.

And I wish I’d run off like Theodore.

“Well! Good night ya’ll! I got an early day tomorrow, so- “ I try to escape by weaving an excuse and locking the doors behind me, but it it’s not 2 minutes later when the only other set of key’s for this building stick into the lock, turn, and they walk on into my saloon. I sigh, now behind the counter washing cups.

Of course. He’s the mayor. Of course, they have keys.

Looking up at the ceiling, I pray for an easy time of it tonight. Please, let them be tired from their daily duties and they’ll go home soon.

I continue to wash glasses and plates and put them away, but I don’t get too far before Boone’s gone right ahead and helped herself to my special ‘only me’ area -behind the counter of my saloon,- and turns me around by the shoulders to look at me. “He didn’t touch you, did he?”

I sigh, and tell her. “No. I’m fine. You shouldn’t worry for me.” She really shouldn’t, not in the way she does. She has a husband.

The part where he didn’t touch me is obviously incorrect, but I better not mention that to these two.

“Even so, we do worry darlin’. Come on, sit down for a bit. Give us some peace of mind, at least.” Buckman, immediately on the other side of the counter, asks and I sigh. I’ve learnt, that if I don’t comply, then they’ll never leave. And besides, the things they ask of me are never bad. Just, sit down and talk with them. Play cards. Have a drink. Generally, just lovely things like that.

It’s the intent behind them that concerns me.

“Yes. I’ll go and get you some water.” Boone says with a No-‘If’s’-or-‘Buts’-about-it kind of tone, and I try to open my mouth and protest against that, but she’s already guiding me around the bench. When we reach the end, she deposits me with her mayoral husband, and he leads me the rest of the way to a table. I sit down, sighing simultaneously and he sits down next to me. “I’ll wash the glass; Don’t you worry about that!”

“That’s… “I blow air into one of my cheeks and blow out gradually. “… Not what I’m worried about… “

“Now, he didn’t do anything nasty, did he? He certainly had the intention.”

I shake my head and set my hands in my lap. I want to tell them what he did, I really do. I don’t know why, but I always want to tell them things.

But I retain the believe that I can’t. I shouldn’t be that close with either of them. “No, sir, I’m fine, really! That’s not even as bad as some other men get at this time of night, anyway. I could have handled- “A moment after I’ve admitted the fact that other men have been worse than what Theodore just suggested to me, I pause. And peer guiltily up at Boone instead of Buckman as she hands me the water she promised and then sits down on the other side of me. “… I haven’t helped my case, have I?”

“No.” She laughs.

Maybe I do need this water.

I take a sip and look at neither of them, instead settling my focus on this glass of water and the far wall. I really need to repaint that wall…

While I do this, and they talk to each other about their day, I ponder my situation.

Now, I… I don’t consider myself a judgemental person. I don’t care what any folks do behind closed doors, in their bedrooms. Man and woman, woman and woman, man and man. But I am damn sure that it is only supposed to include 2 people. I’ve never heard of couples that are more then that, unless you count cults and I don’t.

So, it’s not that I don’t care for them both. Not at all. Its that I can’t be with them both, like they’ve asked, like they want. I can’t.

I’d like to be that open minded, I would, but… I just can’t picture it.

___TIME SKIP: Modern Day___

Since they arrived, I’ve been peering a little too long to be polite at a few of the newest group of victims. I’m a little worried that they’ve noticed, but I’m also really curious. I just can’t tell who is a couple and who isn’t. There is a particular group of 3, that’s throwing me off. I definitely saw the blonde one kiss the ginger one, but then I also swear saw the ginger one and the brunette ones holding hands. Could that just be a friendly thing? It had a pretty intimate feel, to me.

Now, I stand on the porch of my saloon, leaning my forearms onto the railing as I watch them. Buckman’s still with them, along with half- no, the rest of the town, remaining town I should say, inviting to the annual ‘guts and glory jubilee’. At this point, I really don’t get why any of these kids stay. Maybe it’s just because I know what going to happen to them.

Or maybe, its because this generation of kids are morons.

‘Guts and Glory Jubilee’? I mean, really? At first it was clever, but it was only a temporary name for the trap. And now its been a hundred years and its still called the same thing, and my saloon’s always full with disrespectful modern teenagers and my friends acting like loons to keep them there, and the kids aren’t getting any brighter. Too blinded by the way us Pleasant Valley women dress, and the inviting way we all -men and women alike, - smile, and laugh. They’re none the wiser to our plot.

Like I said, Morons.

As I’m watching the usual show on Buckman explaining with bright theatrics what a fun time it’ll be and how they should stay, as our honoured guests, I catch the eye of one of those guests. The blonde one from before, that kissed the ginger one. They smile through the awkward, accidental eye contact, and I paste on a smile back- too old and too tired to care about the awkwardness. I keep the contact until the moment they look away, honestly too tired to look away first.

I just want to go.

Where everyone else did. My parents, my fiancé, my… god, even my fucking cat… Where they went. Before we were massacred. Heaven, or hell, or wherever the hell we go after real, no consciousness death. Where we can’t, until 2001 of these dumbass teenagers die.

I just have to hold on a little longer.

A little while later, they agreed to stay and I went off into my saloon, ready to great them and serve them drinks. And clean tables, and fight off bastards trying to get a drunken feel, and snap back at rude ass, degrading miscreants who think I’ll just stand by and let them call me names.

Which is what I’m busy with now, as I dry off a now clean glass, ready to be filled with my sub-par rum again. A loud, brutish call of ‘Hey, any fucking rum left? Waitress!’ interrupts my quieter, calmer thoughts of fantasising about seeing my family again right after the saloon doors absolutely slam open. I whip around and am ready to have Jonathon, the only man in this saloon that I even remotely enjoy the company of and my only employee, kick the bastard out when my voice escapes me. Instead, I roll my eyes in utter frustrated and groan. This is just what I need.

“Theodore, what have I told you about calling me waitress?! You know my name.” I exclaim through grit teeth, throwing my now damp dishcloth onto the bench with vigour, causing a couple boys at the bar to reel back with a few irritating, obnoxious ‘Oooh’s. Theodore slowly smirks in that easy way that he does, and drops down in the bench across from where I’m standing. “Yes, we have the revolting drink you love. You know, we have rum. You basically live here!” I throw him a greasy with my eyes. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask you; Do you have a home?? Because I’d be happy to send you off with a weeks’ worth of rum if it means I’ll get some peace and quiet from you for that time!”

“Naw, baby, I come here for your company. If you came home with me for a week, that’d be a different story. I’d stay away easy! Just stay… in bed… with you.” He winks.

Dropping the ferocity in my body language for a moment, I just deadpan at him. “You disgust me.”

“In the best way.” Theodore grins, then leans into the bar, evidently done with teasing me for now, if his serious expression tells me anything. “Anyway,” He starts, sounding exhausted now as his hair droops around his face and the smile officially leaves his eyes. “Drink?”

Because it’s my job, and because standing near a quiet Theodore is a welcome alternative then trying to make conversation with the teenage boys down the left side of the bar who ‘Ooh’ed me earlier, I pat the bar and grumpily head off for the rum and a glass. “Coming right up.”

While I do that, Boone and Buckman; The nutters, the pillars of the community, the mayoral couple and the banes of my existence, come into the saloon and take the table by the door. I ignore them though, pulling my own stool out from under my side of the bench and sitting down across from Theodore, pouring him his drink and sliding it to him. Jonathon can handle the rush for a few tiny minutes, while I sit for a second. “Thank you, darlin’.”

I don’t say anything back, because I don’t like to extend pleasantries to him of all people. Instead, I look around the room and do my usual assessment. The room’s loud, and full of people -Boone and Buckman took the last unoccupied table, and Theodore took the last stool, -, acting loud and having butt loads of fake fun. I don’t really care about that though; all I care about is that in a moment I’m going to have to get up and ask around for any more orders and clean some more cups and plates. For a second, I let my shoulders relax and I rest my hands on the bar in front of me. Strong, work woman’s hands.

“You noticed the ‘throuple’ in the new group?”

Oh, Theodore is still talking to me.

Joy.

“Huh?” I look up from my hands to meet his eyes momentarily, raising my eyebrows at him. What did he say?

“The throuple, that’s what they called it when I asked ‘em.” He smirks for a moment. “It’s a relationship between 3 people.”

“Why do I care? That sounds like their business.” I sniff, then wipe under my nose a moment and then move to fixing my apron over my chest. It had slid to the side while I was working, it seems.

For a glorious moment, he doesn’t respond. He just stays quiet, and I think how lovely his company is when he’s on the other side of the bar and is quiet.

Then I look up at him, still with my eyebrows up my forehead, and see he’s looking straight into my soul. A knowing, mischievous grin on his lips. Its as if he ironed it in that way, all creases and wrinkles on his face from smiling so much in his life.

But I know what he’s insinuating.

It’s a different world out there now, that’s apparently allowed. It happens. Romantic relationships between more then 2 people. Maybe I should reconsider my answer, to Boone and Buckman. Maybe it would work.

That’s what Theodore is saying with this look that is so annoyingly painted on his face.

And to that, I say fuck off.

Or I would, if I wasn’t a good, Christian lady.

Instead I shrug my shoulders at him and head off to check the tables. “It’s a whole new world out there!” I call back, successfully, hopefully, ending the conversation.

Where does he even get off making suggestions like that to me- he shouldn’t even be that sure of what was happening -what they were, or are still, trying to make happen, - to mention it to me in such a forward manner. I definitely didn’t tell anyone except my mirror, and my… bathroom sometimes… but I certainly didn’t say it above a whisper! He couldn’t have heard, even if he was snooping around like the creep he is.

And the other two definitely wouldn’t have said anything. They despise Theodore Miller even more then I do.

He must just be smart.

… huh.

Who knew? Theodore has a brain and not just a penis under that grease, sweat and soot covered flesh.

Like a coward, I hit every other table in the room before I get the one by the door. They obviously can tell that I’m trying to avoid them, because saloon procedure is obvious to get to the table that was most recently filled as soon as possible before any others, but I don’t really care. If Theodore and I noticed the, uh, ‘throuple’, then the mayor and his wife, definitely, did. And I’m dreading the conversation that is about to occur.

When I do, finally, start heading towards Boone and Buckman’s table, I notice Theodore turning around in his seat to drink and watch the scene.

With his knees spread wide like a heathen. Ugh! Not in my establishment. Before I get to the table, I show him my middle finger and he turns around, chuckling to himself.

Okay. I take a deep breath, and stop at the dreaded table.

“Good afternoon, Mr Mayor. Mrs Mayor.” I beam, a pasted smile that’s obviously fake. Luckily, because I don’t think I could handle any more embarrassment and pressure right now, and unluckily because I think anyone else’s attention might actually be preferred then these two’s right at any time, no one else is paying attention to see such a grin. “What’ll it be? Today we have beans and bread as the special- like always. “I take out my notepad and pen.

Not because I need them to remember orders, of course. Just to have something to focus on.

“Good afternoon Y/N, why don’t you sit here with us for a bit? You look bone tired from takin’ care of this lot! It’s a full house today.” Boone asks, even going as far as using her foot to push out the other chair at the table that isn’t taken, for me to prospectively take.

Absolutely not.

“I am exhausted.” I find myself sitting down, instead of leaving like I should have. Immediately on feeling the tension leave my legs, I feel like collapsing onto this table and falling asleep. “Thank you.”

Leaning into my hands for a moment with my eyes closed will have to do. A feel a comforting hand pat my shoulder and it does feel better. “Why don’t you let Jonathon handle business for a little bit- we actually happened to have a talk the other day about him wanting more opportunities to advance. This would be a perfect opportunity for him! And you look warn, sweetheart.”

He shouldn’t call me that.

But it does sound good. Especially coming from Buckman. And with Boone looking so worried about me, too. It feels too nice a place to be, with them, to be wrong. “Uh, well, maybe… “

Then I look up, past Boone’s head and, by complete chance, on the blonde, brunette and ginger that have been the topic of the day…

And all of a sudden, momentary blind panic tears through me.

I jump up from my seat, the chair toppling down onto its back as I stand back on to my exhausted legs. it barely interrupts the volume of the room, so no one else really notices. But I do catch sight of Boone and Buckman’s faces, even more worried and a little bit hurt, before I stutter through an apology and an excuse about having to work, and I rush off back to the safety of my bar. Of course, Boone has been back here before, but I choose to ignore that little fact.

Theodore watches me with wide eyes, as all the tension in my person just grew to level a thousand intensity, as I call Jonathon over and ask him to take his lunch break now.

I don’t need any excuses to go and take my break. One of them, or both of them, might come and ask me if I’m okay. And I’m starting to forget why that’s such a bad thing, but I know there is a reason, and… Jesus Christ, I’ve never been so conflicted.

Because yes, the world outside of Pleasant Valley has come far. Like I said to Theodore, it’s a ‘whole new world’ compared to what it was when we were alive a century and a half ago.

But we’re in Pleasant Valley. And you only have to look around and see how different we dress and talk and move compared to these new present time people and you know; We aren’t part of that whole new world. Boone, Buckman and I don’t fit here.

Maybe if things were different.

Definitely if things were different, actually. I know, if they were, I would be there. I would be all in.

But I’m not and things aren’t different.

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An hour later, and I’ve calmed down at this point. I still feel exhausted, now because I work so much and because of emotional baggage, but I don’t feel the racing heartbeat that made me sick before or the adrenaline that caused me to run away. So, it’s better… Stable again, at least.

I’ve convinced myself that if I don’t look their way. I can become numb again to the feelings they make in me. Its an idiotic notion, but its kind of the only thing keeping me still right now.

Merciless God, grant me a break. Amen.

The saloon is starting to quieten down for the night, as the light goes away outside and visitors disappear to their rooms -some with a partner they’ve only just met, some alone, some with friends they came with. It’s a big group this time, - upstairs in the hotel part of my building. I’m sitting back down in my stool behind the bench by the time the ‘throuple’-I’m still not sure about that word, - finally, FINALLY, decides to retire up to their room. I bid Jonathon a good night as he went home too, a little earlier to his wife and son, and waived shortly when Theodore pushed drunkenly off the bar and hobbled out the doors.

I lean heavily onto the bar myself, and watch the three go up the stairs together. The brunette’s holding the ginger’s hand now, and the blonde walks ahead of them and holds the key to their room.

After they disappear onto the second floor, I turn to look at who else I need to wait to leave, so I can go to bed myself. Mmm, I’ll take a long hot bath first, and light some candles to go with it. Most importantly, I’ll let my hair out of his too bloody tight ponytail!

“Ah, that’s sounds good.” I mutter, already imagining it as I push off the bench and go collect some plates and glasses that are left out on the tables and wipe them down for the last time today.

“Miss Y/N?” A familiar voice, Boone, calls the softest that I’ve ever heard it from the door. I look around quickly, ribbing the back of my aching neck to see no one else around. Huh, I hadn’t noticed I was alone.

It was nice.

Still, I flash her a tired, half smile. “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“I know. I’m sorry too. We should know at this point not to go so hard on you. You work all day harder than anyone, even Buckman but don’t tell him I said that.” She pauses, walking fully into my saloon and as if it were choreographed, we both sit down together at a table. “Actually, go ahead and tell him. Its true.” I grin despite myself, rolling my shoulders back and then leaning back in the chair- entirely taken over by exhaustion. I don’t even have energy to put up walls. Boone looks at me again and gives me a soft smile. “We want you to know always, that we care deeply for you, and whenever you’re ready you can join us. But… we also don’t want to stress you so much anymore. So, we’ll pull back- a little. If that pussy Miller tries anything on you again he will be dealt with.”

I nod, sighing. But, then again, why doesn’t that make me feel better? They’re going to leave me a bit more alone! I should feel relieved… but I do not. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I hate to see you so pent up.” A devious smirk touches her lips and her eyes. “I mean, I would like to help you with that in a different way then leaving you alone… But I will. Because I love you.”

I take a quick, deep breath. There it is. I never actually thought those actual three words would leave her lips aimed at me. But it’s the most natural thing in the world, tell her. “I love you too.” A wicked beam is my response from her at that.

“Can I hold yer hand?” Boone asks, offering her daintier hand across the table. Trying hard not to glance around for onlookers but failing, I take her hand.

It feels so nice, relieving, to hold it finally.

I take a deep breath, and whisper the next words. I want them out, I want to confide in someone. I’m sick of keeping everything to myself, I’m sick of being all alone. It’s by my own will, of course, but… it still hurts, all the same. “Boone, I-I’m just so… so weary, of everythi- “

Buckman interrupts me, turning up at the door. “Howdy, what’s going on in here?”

Boone ignore him, gathers up her skirts and gets to her feet. When she rounds the table to me, she drops them to the ground in favour of cupping my face in her hands instead. “I know. Why don’t you let go of one thing? Let us hold some of the load, sugar. Please.”

Finally, I can’t tell myself no. And I absolutely can’t tell her no. I glance from her to Buckman who has apparently read the atmosphere and now stands beside Boone. He smiles, like he always does at me. Like he feels it.

God, I want to feel a smile again.

And I lose the strength to do this all on my own anymore. I shakily get up from my seat and throw my arms around (You choose one or both, because I’m lazy and its bedtime for me).

#Horror Villains Oneshot #Granny Boone x Reader #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Granny Boone x Mayor Buckman #Oneshot #Fem Reader

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the-nysh · 4 years ago

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Waaait uhhh, can I hear about some prominent season one characters; Sonic, Mumen Rider, the S classes (in particular; Tatsumaki) and Lord Boros?

Oho, ok let’s see... :D Again, I read the manga before s1 aired, so I’m basing my honest first impressions off of that (and what I can remember).

Sonic: from his first introductory panels, I remember being excited/intrigued he might be a girl! :O Like, ‘ohh?? A ruthless dark assassin who’s female? That’s pretty fresh/neat!’ Until he was revealed as a dude and I was like, ‘oh. ok.’ Then my interest in him honestly waned. ;o; Simply put, his character’s appeal in the fandom just wasn’t ‘my type’ either. Also because many of his appearances and use in the story were mostly for gags, it wasn’t until ONE finally fleshed out his backstory with Flash (in the webcomic, yes it took that long) that I was like, ‘oho, NOW we’re getting somewhere!’ 8′D That his character finally gained more appeal/substance to me rather than being mostly used as the butt end of a joke. So whew;; I was so glad ONE finally wrote him seriously to be able to appreciate him for real. :’D

Mumen Rider: back then, he went by ‘Licenseless’ in the fandom. A very good, wholesome lad who’s self-aware but also knows what’s best and when to act when it’s the right, helpful thing to do. :’) He feels like the warm comfort of a mug of hot cocoa on a brisk, chill winter morning~

S Class: at first, nothing resonated about them in particular, other than recognizing they were all outlandish & traditional character tropes (on purpose, yes even the offensive/outdated ones to western eyes) that ONE was playing around with and/or deconstructing for the lulz.

Tatsumaki: a little bratty and grating in attitude at first, but seeing how she’s an honest workaholic and asserts her strength brought to the workforce...yes, that’s something I can work with. A bit shockingly heartless in the wc, but the manga fleshing out her character more, and demonstrating both her prowess and efficiently as a hero, now that’s definitely served her well. If it weren’t for Blast’s placeholder then yes, Tatsu would be the top, most active hero! I’m impressed.

Boros: a very flashy and flamboyant dbz parody. Extremely (unfortunately) short-lived too. His presence almost feels out of place in the story looking back in hindsight. But his character marked the end/turning point of opm’s ‘introduction/prologue’ saga, before it could switch from something episodic into something more legit/serious with an ongoing plot~ So I kinda look back at him ruefully, but appreciate how the story transitioned because of him too. :’)

I also wanna hear what you thought about some season two characters other than wolfie; Fubuki, Suiryu (tho I remember going real far back in your blog and you being blunt about not liking the tournament arc, unless I'm misremembering ^^'), Lord Orochi & Gyoro Gyoro. (Also ofc gotta ask if you feel for King's "persona". I remember being genuinely shocked lol.)

Part 2 with s2 characters continued! (Oho other than wolf boy~)

Fubuki: other than her gorgeous face and inferiority complex vs her sister (giving her flaws with which her character can grow), it was specifically her manipulative behaviors (trying to recruit Saitama with ulterior motives, rather than being honest/upfront about it) that honestly put me off about her. Since manipulative characters are not my thing. (Also some trivia: when I showed my mom s2, who yes liked Genos the most in s1 and got feels for Garou in s2, even she disproved of Fubuki too!) So yes, I can honestly say I generally prefer Tatsu over her. However, I feel Fubuki’s strongest character moment is when she finally confronts and asserts herself vs Tatsu in the wc’s post-Garou arc. Which made me honestly proud of her progress. :’) So I hope to see that part (and Fubuki’s true strength) Murata-adapted someday.

Suiryu: so the manga’s tournament arc in general wasn’t my thing either (but I believe gofancy was the one who was most openly blunt about not liking how it overstayed its welcome + real estate.) Simply because it was the first major diversion from the wc, and I remember how Murata’s pace was pretty slow back then too, leading many fans to dropping and/or putting the manga on hold for a while. :’) Suiryu’s initial character wasn’t my type either, for the overconfident, dismissive, sleazy/lazy, self-serving flirty/womanizer traits. Also wasn’t my thing. But I felt his incoming Gouketsu-beatdown was...unfairly brutal. D: Made me feel honestly bad for him. (Yikes, ONE doesn’t hold back at all when characters get their humbling comeuppance.) I’m glad he’s since had a change of heart and seen the value/light of true heroism (which warmed me up to him), but I still don’t know what to think about his wc’s counterpart (which honestly surprised me to see ONE use a previously manga-only character!) Wc Suiryu feels different in vibe, like he’s yet to undergo that same character development. But it seems ONE’s got further plans for Suiryu’s use in the story this way, so I’m eager to see what that’ll be..

Orochi & Gyoro (Psykos): first time seeing Gyoro in the manga I was like !!! 8D because it meant wc Psykos was incoming~ But seeing Orochi I was like w h a t. Because Psykos (Gyoro) was supposed to be the MA’s figurehead, but she was tiny and unassuming compared to...this new guy puppet (??) (She’s now the villain mastermind behind the scenes -played straight- I guess!) So there was confusion at first to what in the world ONE was thinking by presenting them this way! And well, by now Orochi’s inclusion (as the ‘monster king’ to rival what wc Garou would have dominated) has certainly escalated things and wreaked havoc....but we’ve still yet to see how things will resolve following their fusion. So...a big unknown of uncharted territory that’s difficult to form an honest impression about, other than...I’ll wait to see what happens.

King: I personally found his ‘persona’ reveal to be a brilliant twist. :’D He’s also eternally suffering and can’t easily escape from what others assume of him, so wow, I do feel for him. Also probably one of most self-aware, sound of mind (Reigen-equivalent) characters with the most common sense in opm, so that’s pretty fresh/valuable to have. I also personally find his moments to be some of the funniest/absurd in the whole series (especially his wc staredown vs the MA cadres, that’s hilarious) for how he -an otherwise non-powered but anxious guy- manages to survive and bullshit his way out of increasingly ridiculous scenarios! So yes, a very unique and entertaining character who brings some interesting spice to the opm character roster. :D

#opm #long post #i think that covers it?#for an overview of some initial character impressions beyond the mains~#Anonymous #replies

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elletromil · 4 years ago

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Promises

This is the last part of the Come Back (Home) verse for my beautiful @honey-bee-britt :) I hope this is all you hoped this would be back when we first plot-bunnied this years ago

Promises

Harry's not expecting anyone to welcome him at the terminal for the very good reason that he hasn't told anyone he was coming back.

Mostly because it's been a bit of a spur of the moment decision.

Or rather, it's been a long time coming, but seeing Eggsy, being with Eggsy for that too short time, it finally pushed him into realising that he's ready to come back from his self-exile.

He also didn't tell anyone because he didn't feel like explaining himself endlessly while he was busy making the arrangements to return to London.

That didn't take as long as he would have thought, but really he shouldn't have been surprised. It had been relatively easy to leave everything behind and start fresh the first time. And if he doesn't want to let go of some of the stuff he's amassed during the course of his new life, well, the important parts are mostly internal.

Still, even if he expected no one, he can't say it's a shock when he spots Merlin glaring at him across the floor.

He knows his friend has been keeping tabs on him and even if he hadn't, Harry's sure that Merlin has some sort of alert for when he uses his official passport.

Which he had done. He's still careful with his identity because retired or not, any enemies he's made who are still alive won't care one bit that he's left the world of espionage behind, but he's found over the years that his real passport is the best way to hide. Apparently no one believes that a spy would choose Hardick Hart as their identity.

Not that they would be entirely wrong. He hasn't really chosen it, what with his parents giving him the dreaded name, but still. One would think that people would make the connection between the two. His 'assumed' identity is merely his preferred nickname since childhood after all.

Highly unimaginative, but it's what has kept him safe for decades.

"Merlin," he greets the other man pleasantly, "it is good to see you."

Merlin keeps on glaring and Harry stays where he is, well out of the way of any other travellers, waiting for him to finally say what is very obviously on his mind.

"What are you doing here Hart?"

He doesn't wince at the use of his surname. He more than deserves Merlin being pissed at him.

But he doesn't let himself be intimidated either. "I'm coming home."

Merlin narrows his eyes and Harry can see from the corner of his eye how people are unconsciously giving them an even wider berth. It's good to see Merlin still hasn't lost his touch.

"And by that, do you mean London or the lad?"

He doesn't stop himself from smiling at the wave of fondness he feels for how Merlin is so obviously protective of Eggsy. It's reassuring to see he left him in good hands.

"That's rather the same to me." He answers honestly. It took a while before he could do it without even thinking about it, but it's a liberty he's allowed now that he's retired. One he never wants to give up again.

Merlin's expression is still somewhat severe, but Harry knows him well enough that even if he wasn't an ex-spy, he'd notice the minute relaxation in his posture. Obviously, Merlin was ready for a fight if he didn't like Harry's answer. And rightly so.

"Home is what he calls as such, because I want to be there for him," he continues, making his intentions clear, "be it London or anywhere else." He wants to be with Eggsy, wants to share whatever is left of his life with him. Even if Eggsy is to continue to go on missions, Harry doesn't care as long as he gets to be the person he comes back to.

"And what if he doesn't want you there?" Merlin asks not unkindly but this time around, Harry does wince.

"I'll have to learn to live with the heartache." He hopes he won't have to, but he's not about to force his way into Eggsy's life either. Sometimes, loving someone is all about letting them go.

Merlin nods once and reaches for one of Harry's suitcases. Harry relinquishes it to him without a word and falls into steps with him easily, the act so familiar from decades of doing so in the manor's corridors.

He bumps his shoulder carefully into the other man's, smiling when Merlin looks at him with an eyebrow arched in interrogation.

"Thanks for coming to pick me up."

Merlin rolls his eyes, but he's also smiling, exasperated fondness written all over his face. "Anytime Harry, anytime."

***

"Alright gentlemen, behave, I've got a meal to prepare."

JB and Hamish predictably make a nuisance of themselves, staying by his feet and whining pitifully for scraps. Maybe he should have left them at Merlin's but he's certain Eggsy will appreciate not having to go fetch the dogs tomorrow.

And if he's entirely honest, he's missed having canine companionship in his life. It's easier to remember the simple pleasure in life when you've got a dog slobbering all over your hand because you fed it a bit of chicken.

He'd have given them proper treats, but Eggsy has changed a few things in the house in the last year or so. And if he has no qualms about breaking and entering, he draws the line at digging through the cupboards like some petty thief.

Anyway, if Eggsy hadn't wanted him to come in, he should have upped his security a bit more than the Kingsman standard and the couple of tricks Harry had taught him. The only way he could have let himself in faster would have been if the door had been left wide open.

The thought crosses his mind that Eggsy wouldn't know to change his security measures to keep Harry out since he hasn't learned about his return yet, but he dismisses it as the sauce begins to boil.

It's not like Harry plans on staying once dinner is over. He'd like to, but this is now very much Eggsy's home only. The fact he's changed so many things since Harry left is proof to that.

And while he hadn't really expected anything else, he's a bit ashamed to realise only now that he really should be looking for a flat of his own. He knows Merlin doesn't mind putting up with him, but that's because he's the best friend anyone could ask for. Overstaying his welcome by months, if not years, would be a very bad way to repay him.

It's deep into those thoughts that he hears the breathy gasp behind him and he whirls on himself, ready to defend himself with the wooden spoon if need be. Luckily, he recognizes Eggsy before he can start an unfortunate fight.

He smiles, some tension he hadn't realised he was holding melting away at the sight of Eggsy standing safely in front of him again.

"Eggsy! You're just in time for dinner!"

Even as Eggsy bends down to pet the excited dogs at his feet, he doesn't look away from him and Harry holds his gaze. Gods, he's missed him.

But the silence stretches between them and Harry starts to worry. Merlin hadn't said anything about Eggsy being injured on his mission, but then again, he hadn't said much at all. Truth be told, Harry knowing about Eggsy's return tonight is mostly due to a slip of Merlin's tongue. Something that only happened in the first place because even though Harry is no longer Kingsman, Merlin knows he can trust him with sensitive information if he has to.

And while Eggsy doesn't look in pain, he doesn't look much of anything at all, his expression completely blank.

"Eggsy?" Harry takes an involuntary step forward, as if closing the distance between them will help him get a better read on Eggsy. "Are you alright?"

"What- what are you doing here?"

He starts answering something about him preparing dinner, but stops himself. Now is clearly not the time for a poor attempt at humor.

"I- I missed you Eggsy. Immensely. After you left, I realised I was making a mistake and that I was the only one who could decide to come home or not."

He's rewarded for his honesty by the appearance of some emotions on Eggsy's face. If disbelief and confusion can be considered a reward.

He still has enough control on himself not to visibly wince at that. If it's nothing like he imagined their reunion would be like the few times he allowed himself to do so, it's his own fault.

Coming here tonight when Eggsy wasn't expecting him, invading his privacy… He had done it impulsively, without thinking it through.

But Harry had missed him so much and he had just wanted to show Eggsy that he would be there for whenever Eggsy would need him...

And Harry has rarely felt like more of a fool than he does now.

"And I realise now I shouldn't have felt so confident of my welcome back into your life, but believe me when I say I do not expect anything out of tonight. I merely wanted to show you that I care deeply about you and thought you'd like a home-cooked meal upon your return.”

He tries to smile, but he fears he is not very successful.

The silence between grows awkward as Eggsy continues to stare at him, as if he can't still quite believe he's here.

He probably shouldn't be.

He hopes Merlin won't be so mad at him for bothering Eggsy that he won't let him drown his disappointment in a bottle of whisky when he gets back to his place.

“Tonight’s obviously not a good time.” Harry finally breaks the silence between them when it becomes clear that Eggsy isn't going to. “I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you want to rest. Merlin can tell you how to reach me. If you want to.”

If he thought letting Eggsy go the last time had been hard, it's nothing compared to what it takes for him to walk away now.

He wants nothing more than to drop on his knees in front of Eggsy and beg him to stay.

He won't do it though. Can't do it.

It's the last thing Eggsy needs tonight. Harry won't force him to make a decision he's had no time to think over.

And anyway, he had meant what he had told Merlin at the airport. He's ready to learn to live with the heartbreak if Eggsy truly wants nothing more to do with him.

Before he can go past Eggsy however, a hand comes to grab at his elbow, the hold so light that he could easily break it if he wanted to.

He doesn't want to.

"Don't go." The words are barely more than a whisper but Harry is so attentive to everything that Eggsy does that he still hears them above the thundering of his own heartbeat. “Don’t go, please. Just stay. I want you to stay. Please, stay with me.”

He says more, Harry can feel his lips moving against his shoulder as he all but crushes Eggsy to him in a hard embrace and if Eggsy cares, he's got a poor way of showing it with how he's all but clinging to Harry's sweater and oh, Harry will never let him go, he's not making that mistake ever again.

“As long as you want me to. I’m not going anywhere.” He promises against Eggsy's ear, meaning the words like he's never meant anything before in his life.

It will take a long time before Harry has mapped and catalogued Eggsy's body as thoroughly as he wants to. Much longer than a lazy morning spent in bed together. Hopefully a whole lifetime.

In the afternoon when Harry leaves the bed to prepare them a very late brunch, Eggsy follows him in the kitchen and all but demands to be put to help. Harry can't bring himself to mind having his plans for brunch in bed ruined when it means he gets to kiss Eggsy every time they bump into each other. He doesn't remember them having such trouble before.

Turns out, feeding each other is quite the messy business. But it's also the most fun he's had in a long time and Harry doesn't care about sticky fingers as long as Eggsy's laughter rings in his ears.

They don't spend the whole week in bed, though Harry does give it a valiant attempt.

But more importantly, he makes good on his promise.

He stays.

#hartwin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #merlin #angst #happy ending #getting together #come back (home)#kingsman #fanfic #me #also yes yes i did find yet another fic to plug my headcanon that harry real name is hardick #you all wish you had as much dedication to something as i do to this stupid headcanon

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monkey-network · 5 years ago

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An Unfortunate Critique of Spiderverse - Part 1 (of 3)

Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse was a fun award-winning 2018 animated film with a basically unanimously positive fandom, regarded generally as both a masterpiece Spider-Man film and a remarkable animated film overall. And while I do not disagree with that, it definitely earned its spoils, it pains me a bit to bring up the reason(s) why I can’t call it the masterpiece that many claim. I like this film, but I don’t love it as much as others and I wanted to express why. And I will see to be critical, not cynical. Fair enough? Spoilers ahead for this... 2018 film that you should’ve seen already.

Part 1 ~ The Spiderverse Squad

Now believe me when I say that I enjoyed this trio. Spider-Ham wasn’t as funny as I figured, but he still stood out like Peni and Spider-Noir in a respectable way. I especially loved the fandom’s reaction to them with fanart and jokes galore. But on a look back, it dawned on me that while their presence was welcome, our writers blew the load too soon and wasted these characters. Roll with me, will ya?

If you come to know me, you’ll figure that characters are the element I find the most crucial of your story; you mentally can’t just throw in random heroes into the story unless they’re significant to the protag, story, or world as a whole. It’ll feel weird, like you have no coordination. And yeah, the B team adds to Spider-verse’s worldbuilding mechanic that is the multiple universes; it thematically makes sense that more than one Spidermun can exist. And additionally kicks ass, no objections here. The problem I argue comes when while they add to the world building, it honestly added little to our boy Miles’ story, and it’s that disconnect that makes the characters feel more unnecessary than before. This doesn’t help when things could’ve worked far better if it only involved Gwen and Beter. To explain this better, I wanna bring up a couple films that are similar to Spider-verse yet knew how to use their secondary characters, the first one being...

Kung Fu Panda, baby!

The furious five sans Tigress is about the same as Spider-verse’s B-Team where Po really doesn’t rely on them to both unleash his inner strength and face the final boss in the end. They’re his muse for enjoying martial arts. Po interacts with them a little more than Miles does with the others, but we still have that disconnect between the upcoming novice and the experienced. That disconnect however is counter-balanced by their significance in the story, not only in certifying the stakes that come with Tai Lung, but being the necessary crew to another important character: Tigress.

Tigress is not only a character that Po looks up to, she’s a character with something to prove herself. She puts down Po because she’s envious of the special treatment he’s involuntarily receiving and mirrors the villain Tai Lung before his descent to villainy. The movie would’ve probably been fine if the Furious Five didn’t exist and it was just Shifu and Po training together, but having the five, and Tigress especially, in the story adds a great triangle of interaction between Po and Shifu, Shifu and Tigress, and Tigress and Po. Which makes it all the more poignant when she runs away to face Tai Lung herself, stern in proving herself to both Shifu and Po. We know that she wouldn’t win against him, but that loss is added two-fold when the other four were there to support her. The others aren’t as cynical towards Po, but it’s understandable that they sided with Tigress, thinking their experience together will help them succeed. It makes sense that the four willingly fight with Tigress, and it’s reasonably daunting when Tai Lung is able to tower all of them by himself. Compare this to Spiderverse where we kinda don’t get see our heroes and villains, excluding Miles, stack up that well until the 3rd act; it’s hard to wonder if who’s evenly matched and who can overpower whom. It doesn’t help that Peter, Gwen, and Miles are all isolated from the other three during the final fight in the warp terminal.

It’s in the end where Po proves himself the Dragon Warrior, he not only earned that respect from the five but feels more complete knowing he and his idols look up to each other in a way. We really don’t get that interpersonal synergy with Miles and the B team beyond the moment of them together post Aaron’s death and their initial meeting, the best we get is that Miles knows he isn’t the only Spider-man but even that doesn’t feel as personal as his relationships with Gwen and Peter. Plus while Gwen and Peter are important characters, we don’t see much of a personal connection between the five Spidermun, it mostly comes off as an obligation that they’re together. Now I won’t lie, this is a pretty unfair comparison. The B-team came together on the fly, and it’s not like Miles, Gwen, and Peter knew who they were in the first place. But remember when I said a couple of films in the beginning? This leads to an ironic situation, coming from one of my other favorite movies about being special...

Been a while since I talked ‘bout this beauty

I think it’s safe to say Spiderverse and The Lego Movie have a kindred story beat where our hero meet some tagalongs that have their own thing but nonetheless contribute as supporting characters. But unlike Spiderverse, the Lego Movie showed something I never figured about characters until I saw it once again last year. The other characters have their stake in the plot, but they are also relative features of our main character Emmett. Unikitty resembles his boundless optimism, Benny his excitability, Batman his emotional conviction, and so on. It’s a stretch, but it is possible to note supporting/secondary characters as facets of who our main character is, what they lack or what’s the most prominent idea of them. In Steven Universe, the crystal gems are separate elements of who Steven is at his best or wants to be. Beastars has Legosi, Louis, and Haru have differing aspects of growing up that blend well when united. It’s essentially the braincells meme, the parts make up the whole. Gwen and Peter fill those parts exponentially for Miles, with Peter’s experience and Gwen’s finesse in her skill, to show him the work that goes in being a hero. Same goes for Aaron and Jefferson on a more personal level, being the ones to give Miles the necessary conviction to become the hero. All I gotta ask is: Can ya say the same for Peni, Noir, or Porker?

Again, not that they’re bad characters, but they mostly felt detached from the story in multiple angles

Now at this point you’ll probably say, “Monkey, we get it, where are you going with this?” Well, I can’t help but feel the B-team, while alright on their own, unfortunately feel like cameos that overstayed their welcome. Beyond the initial meetup, the interactions we get with them are second to none, there is no significant dynamic between the B-team and the two spidermun that are more significant to the story. I feel a little less charitable for media wasting potential and it doesn’t help that writing them out until the final fight is very easy. “Peni and Sp//dr were responsible for repairing the flash drive?” Well, I can say a few hints in the movie can point to Aunt May, Peter, and/or Gwen doing it instead. It’s hard to come back to this film compared to the others I’ve exampled when the back of my mind is going “Why are ya’ll here?” I say it would’ve been surprisingly cathartic if the B-team came near the end where they helped out and met up with the trio before bouncing back to their dimensions. As such, we could put more time in for Miles and Gwen together at Aunt May’s house the same way Peter and Miles got earlier before the plot generally runs the same, we have less voices but we build on those character dynamics for more than that bus ride they share. Add to that character theme of Miles, Gwen, and Peter B. being the different generations of Spider-man or something. Overall, I love them, and they feel wasted in this film.

I just can’t see Spiderverse where the focus of these three subsides the interest for the other three

I wanted to discuss this particularly because as much I can say that much detail in the film fundamentally works, which I will discuss later in this analysis, it stands to say that not every ambition in this undoubtedly ambitious movie was added well. It’s honestly how i feel with randomness humor, it’s fun at first but you gotta do more than enough to make it timeless while keeping the surprise of it intact. Or else you just wish they just replaced that joke with something more constructed. Said before, they don’t or weren’t able to utilize these characters beyond their cameo level moments, and it is not a good thing that they’re potentially saved for the sequel because I hate the idea of depending on a sequel to fix the 1st movie’s issues. I gotta wait to 2022 for a potentially better management of characters and that bothers me. I appreciate what I got, but I unfortunately can’t say that appreciation equates to a free pass of what’s detrimental to my love for this film. Now, I tagged this as part one for a reason, because this is only a symptom, a fun size piece to a bigger story problem I have.

Next time. Otherwise, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy your day.

#into the spider verse #spiderman #marvel #kung fu panda #the lego movie #critique #analysis #Good Stuff #long post #spiderverse #itsv #into the spider-verse

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heuristicallyinclined · 5 years ago

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MallekWeek2020 Day 1 Writing Prompt

Day 1: What happened after Mallek's Friendsim route

(AO3)

If someone told you you would be spending your evening on the less dirty side of a couch belonging to a guy who genuinely thought you were a robot when he met you, you probably would have absolutely believed it. Honestly, you might have felt some relief knowing you would get a break from the usual life-threatening antics. Things might have started out weird, but chilling on someone’s couch was a nice change of pace. Even if there is a giant snake staring at you from across the room, seemingly unblinking. Can snakes blink? Do alien snakes blink? You don’t think this one does at least. You hope Mallek comes back soon.

The two of you had gone for a dip in some sewer water, willingly and otherwise, and had come back up to his apartment to get cleaned up. He offered to let you shower first since he did push you. You let him know you weren’t holding a grudge or anything, but he insisted. You did get a much needed change of clothes out of it though, so that was nice. You offered to see yourself out after your shower, not wanting to overstay your welcome, but he said it was cool. You are now wondering if he was just saying that to be polite. You mean, other people haven’t had much of a problem telling you to fuck off, but you think you are really feeling a friendship from him and you don’t want to risk it losing it because you can’t take a hint. You guess it is too late now, since while you were weighing your option, he enters the room.

Mallek plops down next to you on the couch and you look up at him and give him a friendly smile. You thank him again for being cool about the whole robot and palmhusk in the water thing, but he stops you.

“dude; its cool; you already apologized; were good;”

You relax a bit more at the reaffirmation. People have done worse for less and he felt bad enough to make it up to you. Maybe you are just waiting for the other shoe to drop?

“anyways; im hungry and am getting delivery; what do you want;”

Wait you’re getting fed? Oh he doesn’t have to do that and you don’t have anything to chip in right now an-

“i didnt really expect you to have money; im buying;”

You don’t have to do that, you’re good, you even ate today!

He shoots you a look of concern. Maybe you saying it like that was less than reassuring that you’re “good.”

“im not just going to eat in front of you; come on; plus my original plans fell through;”

You’re about to ask what when he nudges you with an easygoing smile. Oh, he was probably hoping to mess with a robot.

“here; what sounds good to you; i pulled up grubhub;”

What.

“oh yeah you = alien; you can get food off of it; here;”

He shows you his palmhusk and you scoot closer to see the screen. What the actual fuck. How is this a universal constant? Like you know they have a kind of bug theme going on and slap the word grub on things in ways you don’t really get. This still is a lot for you though. He is explaining it to you and you stop him. You fill him in. He chuckles and seems to be amused by this.

“that = weird dude; how about the food;”

Nope, the food is still eluding you. Some stuff seems to have Earthen equivalents and just have bugs or grubs on them or something. Others you have no idea what to make of. He can get whatever he thinks is good and you’re cool with getting whatever he is gets. He puts an order in.

“sure; but grubs = the best part;”

You disagree.

He laughs, “dibs on yours then;”

They’re all his.

You smile at him and it feels easy to do. You ask what you two are doing until then.

“how about a movie; = you cool with that”

Sure!

Okay, you are actually really pumped about this. A movie night with some delivery? That sounds like a really fun night. This is something actually you want to do, instead of just getting through to try to be his friend. You tell him to choose whatever, you haven’t seen anything other than a few romcoms anyways. Plus, him asking you to choose between two movies would take him ten minutes just to get through the titles. He chuckles at this and starts flipping through titles.

“do you like action movies;”

Yeah.

“how about bad ones;”

Like a really cheesy movie?

“yeah;”

Sounds fun. But you haven’t seen a lot of Alternian media, so whatever he picks is going to inform your opinion of his species. No pressure.

You hope he gets that this is a joke. Joking has felt easy to do with him so far and you want to keep doing it. You would hate to ruin it by saying the wrong thing and having him tell you to get out. By the way he is laughing though, he seems to appreciate it.

He grins at you, “okay; then this is going to be accurate as hell; enjoy;”

You’re ready for it.

Except you aren’t because there is a knock on the door. Mallek starts to get up, but you tell him you can at least grab it for him since he ordered it. You bound up to the door and open it with a delivery guy reading off the order for you to confirm. You realize you don’t know what Mallek ordered and the delivery guy looks up when you don’t answer. You also then realize he wasn’t expecting to see an alien answering a highblood’s door, based off of how he was looking at you. To his credit, he doesn’t drop the food. You just just grab it and thank him, basically slamming the door in his face with mild panic. You turn around and Mallek is there. You two look at each other and he doubles over. His laughter is contagious and soon you are too. You eventually collect yourself.

You feel bad, you know the poor guy doesn’t get paid enough for that.

“hes fine; does everyone do that when they see you;”

Depends on if they’re looking for a robot or not.

He chuckles and shakes his head. You settle back onto the couch with him with some plates and pop the box open. You see what looks like a very creative interpretation of pizza covered in mostly plants. And grubs. Cool. You grab a slice and start picking them off. It tastes good, not what you were expecting, but not bad. You grab another slice.

“how = it;”

You let him know you like it.

“enough to try it with grubs;”

Absolutely not.

He grabs one of the ones you picked off of your plate and into his mouth, “suit yourself;”

The two of you get back to watching the movie and you get comfortable. It has so many explosions and unrealistic combat scenes. Which you feel you now have the authority to judge based off what you’ve seen with Skyyla, Remele, Konyyl, Azdaja, and wow actually this is a concerning amount of violence you’ve seen. Hope that doesn’t have any long term consequences.

The acting is also just so bad. Like you know very little about quadrants, but based off of that and how prickly trolls can be, this is forced as hell. They have no chemistry in a love or hate way. God Polypa would be having a field day with this one. The characters are just. A lot. Some douchey main, secondary buddy dude, the veteran, romantic lead. There are so many cliches and you are having fun hating it, wait, did you just accidentally understand kissmesitude? Because of this shitty movie? Damn it.

There is one hacker character who does tech stuff for the leads. He uses a bunch of technical sounding jargon that you suspect means nothing based off of how Mallek is rolling his eyes. You don’t feel too bad interrupting the riveting dialogue.

So did any of that mean anything?

“fuck no; none of that made sense;”

You continue watching it, curling up fully on the couch now. More explosions and fight scenes. You wonder if humans and trolls have more in common than you originally thought just because of how you share so many tropes, just spun a bit differently. The hacker character utters, “I’m in,” and you can’t help it and smirk.

That’s you.

“that = me; you = right;”

This is easy and you like it, Just dumb side commentary during dumb movies.

Seriously, have you ever hacked anything and said “I’m in”?

“no;” he pauses and smiles at you, “but i have thought it;”

You wouldn’t be a real information specialist if you didn’t.

You grab another slice and immediately put the grubs on Mallek’s plate. The hero saves the day and triumphs doing some backflips off of a burning building. The buddy makes a joke that falls flat. The two kiss. Everyone is happy and the credits roll.

You look over at Mallek, sprawled out on the couch, legs on top of yours. He seems to always keep up a cool demeanor, but this is probably the first time you’ve seen him be genuinely relaxed. You wish you could be that relaxed, you were having fun, you really were, but the movie was over now and you didn’t know where that left you. As reluctant as you are to break the silence, you do.

So the movie is done now, do you want me to help clean up before I go?

“it = getting late; do you want to go;”

You hope you aren’t reading too far into this but you think he maybe doesn’t want you to leave yet.

You were down to watch another one if he was.

“Sweet; i =”

You were actually having a lot of fun.

He raises an eyebrow at you when you make this admission.

“Actually;”

Wait, by that you me-

“im just messing with you; yeah; i havent had a movie day with friends in a while; it = nice;”

He said friend! You were beaming at him. He returned the look albeit more tiredly.

“= you ready for the next one;”

You nodded and he pressed play.

#mallek adalov #mspa reader #mallekweek #mallekweek2020 #mallek #hiveswap #homestuck

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 5 years ago

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Crossing Parallel Lines- Sam Winchester x Reader: Chapter 8

Warnings: Angst, sadness, cute boyfriend! Sam (again. I mean he’s just a big teddy bear) tooth-rotting fluff, mention of Jensen Ackles (cause ya know, he’s a “different person”)

A/N: I do not own any rights to Tangled but I thought this quote was perfect for this chapter. Sam and the Reader are just adorable and that I love you quote always stood out to me.

Word Count: 1569

Author’s POV

After the long drawn out conversation with Sam about whether or not to stay, and some research into the matter, you made your decision. Was it perfect? No, but it could fulfill the desires of both you and Sam.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” You text Sam and the same to Dean, asking if they would meet with you. They both had been away for the first half of the day so you wanted them home for this.

“Of course, baby. Where do you wanna meet?” Sam texted back.

“Come home?” The fact that you call the Bunker your home, made Sam smile and feel all warm inside. Dean would joke saying that you two are practically living out a chick flick but he didn’t care; he was in love.

“We’ll be there as soon as possible. I love you.”

“I love you, more.”

“I love you most.”

“Isn’t that some quote from a Disney movie or something?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat as he snuck a glance at his brother’s phone.

“Oh, and you know that how?” Sam questioned.

“Just a guess. It sure sounds all cheesy and overly chick-flick-like so.” He answered with a shrug.

“Well if you must know, it’s from Tangled, one of y/n’s favorite movies.” Sam defended himself and his girlfriend. Not that they owed Dean any kind of explanation to their relationship, but any way to end the uncomfortable conversation.

“So, what do you think she wants to talk about?” Dean asked, changing the subject.

“I’m not sure but I think it’s serious. I mean, she hardly ever texts when we’re on hunts unless it’s urgent.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Dean quirks an eyebrow with this question.

“Not at all. I just hope she’s okay. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her.”

“You’re really crazy about this girl, aren’t you?”

“I love her man. I never thought I would in the lifetime, you know with the hunting and what not but she gets it, man. She sees it and offers good ideas. She knows I guess mostly from that TV show in her world but, it works most of the time.”

“I know. I see the way you are with her and how you look at her; it’s gross.” Dean teases.

“Shut up,” Sam says, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Nah man, I’m happy for you. I really like y/n. I think her and I could be good friends. But if you hurt her, I’ll take her side and be sure to kick your ass.”

“Really? You’d take her side over mine?”

“Yes. Do you see that girl? She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“No, she could but she’d feel bad about it later.” Both brothers laughed at how differently you saw the world than they did. They usually had to deal with the dark and grim and the sadness; the evil of the world. But you always saw the positive side of every situation. Making jokes with the boys, always wearing bright clothes to lighten up their days. You’d be sure to add sweet smells around the Bunker, whether with baking or wax melts and even yourself and the variety of perfumes you’d wear. You brought a different essence to their lives and they loved you for it.

About thirty minutes had passed and you heard the sound of the doors shutting to the Impala. Not being able to control your excitement anymore, you bound up the stairs and out the front door, quickly rushing over to the parked car, jumping on Sam as soon as you were close enough to him.

“Oof.” He said as the breath in his body was knocked out of him just slightly.

“I missed you!” You say, nuzzling your nose in his neck, inhaling the scent you missed the most.

“I missed you too, baby girl.” He whispered back, still holding you close. “You know I can get used to these homecomings, as long as you’re here to greet me.”

You frowned just the slightest bit but Sam took notice.

“What’s the matter?” He says, putting you down.

You shake your head and take his hand. “Let’s go talk about that.” You kiss his lips quickly and help him and Dean with their bags. Heading inside and down to the main living area, Sam and Dean both sitting across the map table from you so you could look at them both.

“So, I asked you guys here because I’ve made my decision.” You could see it on his face almost immediately; Sam was nervous.

“I decided that I will go back home. There is a lot that I need to do back in my world and I’ve already overstayed my welcome. I can’t just spontaneously leave everything behind; I’m more sensible than that.” Frowns covered the faces of both brothers and the guilt you felt for this decision, almost became unbearable.

“But there is something else. When I came over here, I did not expect to gain a best friend and even more importantly, a boyfriend. I didn’t know where I was going to go when I said that spell but I wanted to take that chance. And yeah, it is a bit crazy, you guys are fictional characters in my world. That doesn’t matter though because you’re real here. Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam, the brothers who save people and hunt things; the family business! Which is just a catchphrase and the business of one of the guys who plays you on TV, in my world. You two took my heart and I don’t think I’ll be getting it back anytime soon, right?” You smile at the still-sullen boys before you.

“With all this being said, and we can verify it with Rowena, I’d like to come back here, as much as possible. I crossed through parallel lines to get here the first time and I’ll have to go back but why not do it more often? I mean, there’s nothing that says it had to be just a one-time thing, right? I’m sure I can come back and forth as many times as I want to. And that way, Sam and I can still be together and Dean, we’ll still be best friends. What do you guys say?”

Sam pushed his chair back from the table and walked around it to join you. He looked down at you with a sad look that never left his face, fingers gliding under your chin to pull your face up to look at him.

“Sweetheart, that usually doesn’t happen with spells. Once you do it, you can’t do it again. That’s always how it’s been and I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen here. Rowena will tell you she can’t do anything to bend the rules of lore that has been around for centuries.” Sam says and as his words sink in, you don’t believe them.

“No! No, Sam, I won’t accept that! There has to be something we can do where I can live in my world and live in this one and come and go as much as I want. I can’t just give everything up but I can’t leave you either. I can’t; I won’t. Sam, please, you, what are you saying? Are you just giving up on us that quickly? Not even trying to see if Rowena could do something different? She’s one of the most powerful witches ever to exist; she’s gotta know something!

“Sam’s right kid, it’s almost always a one-and-done situation. I don’t think there’s any way around it.” Dean chimed in.

“You’re giving up on this too?” You spin around to look at Dean with the same disbelief you were looking at Sam with.

“We’re not giving up on you, sweetheart.” Dean defends.

“It sure sounds like you are, both of you! I knew I shouldn’t have come here; I hate you guys!” You yell, rushing out to your room.

“Y/N!” Sam calls after you but Dean stops him.

“Give her some space, man. She’s really upset and I don’t think either one of us could comfort her right now. She said she hates us.”

“She doesn’t really hate us, Dean. But you’re right; now’s not a good time. I just had to tell her the truth. I can’t let her go off and believing something that isn’t true.”

“I know but maybe…What if Rowena could do something?” Dean suggested.

“What? Dean we both know spells aren’t repeatable; never have been.”

“But this is one we’ve never seen or even heard of before. Until she came, we didn’t know there was another world out there besides this one. And then she came and took over our lives in the best possible way and you fell madly in love with an amazing girl. You can’t just give up on her!” Dean spoke, raising his voice at the end.

“Believe me, Dean, that is the LAST thing I will ever do. I won’t ever give up on her nor will I ever love someone as I love her. I will do everything in my power to stay with her, no matter the cost to me. If I have to make a deal, fine. If I have only a short time left, I want to spend that with her. And I won’t stop until she is in my arms again. Get Rowena on the phone; now.”

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dio-roga · 5 years ago

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After years of stalling, this is finally seeing the light of day and thank actual jesus for that. There’s more fic out there than you’d think for the best boys, but like all things, sturgeon's law’s in effect when it comes to quality (big time actually, around 35 fics on this list from a rough 350 in existence). I read them all so you don’t have to.

Higher rank the better (though obviously YMMV) and the rest should just be ordered by word count. I have a place in my heart for everything on this list so no matter where it is or what I say about it, trust me, if it’s here, I think it’s worth your time.

Will do my best to keep things up to date. I F5 tabs like you wouldn’t believe. Love you guys ❤

[SSS RANK] ABSOLUTE TOP SHELF

ego, opinion, art & commerce 24parts

We hopefully all know it, we certainly all love it. The canon-compliant, rock-band road-trip AU that’s destined to rule the entire ship one day; the cryde child of prophecy. Go in hard and this’ll take you away like nothing else. The only thing not absolutely perfect about this fic is (like the rest of us) you’ll have to wait for the ending. I know waiting sucks, but please don’t let it stop you bingeing this story right now. I am not exaggerating when I say it’s better than most published books you’ll ever read.

let your heart hold fast niente

Literally the best finished cryde fic ever written as of time of writing this. The boys have grown up. Clyde’s a writer, Craig’s distant, and familiar circumstances bring them crashing back together. The cast of characters are a complete joy, it’s fully drenched in canon, and sports an amazingly rich post-series lore with all manner of cute nods and easter eggs for fans of the show. Nothing short of a masterpiece. Written with such love. Treasure your first read of it.

[SS RANK] AMAZING READS GAURANTEED

Pulling Mussels SekritOMG

A divisive fic maybe, but a classic all the same. Get ready for a fresh take on normal fic conventions to be sure. Personally? I’d consider it top shelf, no question. But to others? They might end up absolutely hating it. A strange midlife odyssey wherein a fed-up, lonely Craig begrudgingly reconnects with an out-of-shape, stagnated Clyde. Memorable to say the least, packed to bursting with detail and personality; go in with the right mindset and its glorious set pieces with burn themselves into your memories. Possibly the fic I’ve re-read the most ever.

Darkness Falls Vampiracy

Do you like cute, gorgeously written things? Set during the three days of Stick of Truth, it tells the behind-the-scenes story of Craig’s growing infatuation with the Lord of Darkness. Everything about this is clever and charming and just generally heart-warming. Best read after playing the game for maximum enjoyment, feel smart and accomplished as you pick out all the references. This fic’s adorable and pure and can do no wrong.

Chicken Vampiracy

The gateway fic? Huge question mark? This story is cryde personified. Like the author distilled the ships very essence into this amazingly funny and light-hearted story about the boys playing the world’s most drawn out game of gay chicken. It’s impossible not to love this story, it’s perfect for what it is, and will leave you feeling happy by the end every time. What more could you want? Show this one to your friends and they’ll finally ‘get’ cryde.

the remains of our sky traiyadhvika

I’ll level with you fam, this story will emotionally cripple you, prepared or not. The writing is precise, sublime, and utterly heart-breaking. It tells the story of how Craig deals with the aftermath of Clyde’s death on Everest. Obviously a heavy topic, but I can tell you with complete confidence that this fic not only does the subject matter justice, but also manages to tell a story of love and hope despite it. Like Butters said, it’s a beautiful sadness. This fic had me obsessively researching mountains for weeks, and anything that can light that kind of fire in you is something special.

C & C, The Mystery Duo Darkyfoot

There is nothing in here but pure fluff, joy and happiness. This story will lighten your soul and brighten your heart. It tells the tale of the boys discovering a life-long obsession for hunting mysteries, and will resonate with anyone who’s ever held a strong passion in their lives (which is probably most of you, if you’re hunting down SP fics to read). The written equivalent of a warm blanket and a steaming hot mug of cocoa on a cold winter’s night.

[S RANK] THE REALLY GOOD STUFF

Equality Donkerblauw Fluweel

A good chill-out fic? Cataloguing a series of parties over the summer in which Clyde starts cozying up to Craig after much alcohol is consumed; and like a good drink, the fic mixes all its elements together nicely. It’s nothing ground breaking, but it’s got a super relaxing flow to it, and will brighten your mood by the end. It nails the party atmosphere, so if you’ve got no-where to go this Friday night, maybe pour yourself a little something and give this one a read.

Craig Likes Vanilla (Ice Cream) themuffintitan

The cuteness equivalent of porn. If you’ve got a list of cliché ‘aww’ scenarios, chances are they’ll play out in this fic. If hand holding and sharing an ice-cream make you melt (hahanotfunny) then this one’s definitely for you. For a fairly simple story about Craig and the squad visiting a waterpark, it’s remarkably detailed (check that word count fam), and has a killer summer atmosphere to boot. It certainly made me hit up a park last July. The writing does let it down in a few areas, but overall you’ll probably be too busy enjoying the ride to notice.

The Silent Lie Donkerblauw Fluweel

Guilty pleasure? Okay you caught me red-handed. This fic’s practically porn. Read all about how Clyde learns to surrender his heterosexuality as Craig massages away all his football injuries in the steamiest way possible. If I’m being totally honest? The story’s pretty obviously there to frame the smut, and writing can be a bit all over the place. But I can’t deny it just works. It’s hot AF. Come here for the sexies and you won’t leave disappointed. Read it after dark. ;)

Press Play flappySp00kster

Arguably unfinished, but the only thing missing is apparently a mostly superfluous epilogue. We’re in full AU territory here as Clyde hooks up with Craig on a dating app during a rough-patch with his long-time, and now ex, girlfriend. Your mileage may vary obviously as the story’s not canon compliant; however the boys behave like you’d imagine and the romance is nicely fleshed out and unique. Bonus points for a bit of kink in the sex scenes, which is rarer than you’d expect for this ship.

What Happened in 1637 pinkfloyd1770

One of the most strikingly unique stories out there; it’s essentially a flower shop AU in which Clyde embraces his Dutch heritage and sports and encyclopedic knowledge on tulip facts. Written in medias res during a seemingly long since established relationship with Craig, this fic merely offers a look into this unique take on the couple as they go about their lives. The detail is stunning, and you’ll find vivid mental pictures coming to life in every scene. If you can get past the fact Craig bottoms (let’s pretend he was feeling generous that evening) then you’ll certainly be charmed with this one. (1637 is the year the tulip bubble finally popped. In case you were wondering.)

Around My Head wendybirb

Are you looking for something that’s light and fluffy? Maybe you like reading Clyde’s inner monologue as he fumbles around high-key pining over his best friend? Perfect, sign yourself up to this fic; it’s a quick and easy read that’ll give you your daily dose of wholesomeness from one of my favorite authors. Nothing overly flashy or complicated here, just boys being cute and kissing.

hey there demons traiyadhvika

This spooky affair is thankfully a lot less of an emotional roller-coaster than it’s cousin ‘remains of our sky’, but that’s not to say it doesn’t grab you and refuse to let go. Have you ever wondered what Craig and Clyde would be like trying to host one of those dorky haunted house shows? Bonus points in that Craig can legitimately see ghosts? It’s a fresh concept that’ll really get your mind racing with the cutest hosts you could ask for. Kept me glued to my seat, ready to throw down if any bad spirits came between the best boys. Slept with the hall lights on for a couple nights ngl.

As Good a Reason as Any Vampiracy

The last of the sacred trinity that also includes Chicken and Darkness Falls, the only reason this fic isn’t ranked higher is because it’s also the authors shortest. Watching Clyde try anything and everything to spend more time with Craig is as endearing as it sounds, and the only thing that sucks is that it doesn’t overstay its welcome; when honestly, you’d like the fic to stay for dinner and spend the night. Quality everything. No joke made my heart flutter. Read it and know true happiness.

Kiss It Better dokidave

A one and done story of Craig trying to cheer Clyde up after a difficult day. This fic’s a nice double whammy if you’re looking for some hurt and comfort mixed in with some steamy sex scenes. It delivers exactly what is says on the box; don’t expect too much in the way of plot of development, but certainly feel free to gush over the sappy sweet character moments. A good pick-me-up fic if you’re having a lousy day.

Take a Chance (You Say It's Your Birthday) Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

So here we have Craig being drunk and vulnerable, while Clyde’s radiating raw sexuality as he dances for Craig’s camera. I’m usually all about Craig giving off that top energy, but the way this story frames (hahakillme) the whole dynamic is very soft and endearing; you can fully understand why Craig’s the one feeling thirsty this time around. This is a fic that really knows how to set a mood. Read it and feel like you’re being pampered.

You Make It Easier glowworm888

Pure comfort; Clyde’s feeling understandably miserable about the thought of growing up without his mom, and Craig’s doing his best to help Clyde cope. Wholesome dumb teenagers looking out for each other and low-key falling in love. I dare you not to feel all happy inside as Clyde slowly begins to feel better as Craig looks after him. Adorable throughout, the ending is very much them. Another good read for making a crappy day a better one.

Miss you x Vampiracy

A true hidden gem by one of the best authors in the whole fandom; we have here the best fic in which Clyde doesn’t even appear. The whole schoolyard gang give their two cents on Craig’s spiraling mental state as he tries desperately to justify a typo to Clyde during an obsessive summer-long texting marathon. Legitimately funny from start to finish, with buttery-smooth dialogue and a big soft ending that’ll have you grinning ear-to-ear for completely different reasons. Love it, cherish it, and dream of more. Vampiracy ̶ we’ll miss you x.

[A RANK] SHORT AND SWEET

Whatever Gets You Through The Night Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

There’s a lot of mixed feelings for me in this fic. A love-letter to Clyde and his parents, in which Craig gets caught up on the whole ‘love’ part of it, having trouble fully expressing himself due to some heavy personal baggage. The Donovan’s really shine in this story. Betsy’s alive and massively comforting, Roger’s family values personified, and Clyde’s being a sweetheart to end all sweethearts. It’s confronting, more than a little emotionally messy, but it’s none the less a story that’ll stay with you. Check the comments for a hidden stinger.

Some Dieting Donkerblauw Fluweel

Clyde’s self-image problems are the focus this time around, doing a commendable job pushing the ideas of healthy progress, properly looking after yourself and feeling comfortable letting others help out. It’s a good length for the story it is, and although the writing gets a little spotty in parts you’ll be unlikely take too much notice. Like Clyde, this one’s hearts in the right place.

If Time Could Stand Still WeCryde

I used to stumble across this story semi-regularly back in the day, wondering if I’d missed it before realizing we’d already been well acquainted. The amount of show rather than tell is fairly distracting, with the entire meat of the relationship relegated to backstory. There’s still something here though. Perhaps in the way it deals with long-distance relationships and just distance in general. Maybe the hopeless romantic in me resonates with the plight of two idiots with thousands of miles between them. See if it works for you?

The Edges of the Atmosphere Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

There should be some sort of law that states that confessions in cryde stories have to be some level of stupid or convoluted. These two are physically incapable of expressing such feelings to each other in any standard normie way. So enjoy some classic spaceman Craig tropes while Clyde juggles being cute and awkward like a pro. Trigger warning for some racy hand-holding action; we’re talking interlocking fingers here.

Standby Flier Cheesebirb (Hi Mark ;)

So upfront, this story isn’t even a romance quite honestly. It’s just a cute bromance sort of affair at most, in which the boys share a hotel room together while waiting on a flight back home. You could quite certainly interpret it as the start of something deeper, as the fic gladly provides hints to support it; however there’s nothing to see here apart from the two personalities bouncing off each other, and sometimes that’s enough. A memorable little story that might resonate that little bit extra if you’re a frequent traveler.

Bust and Boom Azul_Bleu

Clyde fumbling with the realization that he’s got the hots for Craig isn’t new ground, that’s about the only ‘downside’ I could give this story. What it does with this premise however is deliver some pitch-perfect characterizations, snappy pacing, a good variety of settings, and some surprisingly touching moments given its brevity. It’s also loaded with lines that stand up off the page and stick with you and those are always worth their weight in gold; the author really squeezes a lot out of the short word count.

Forts Can Be Fun wendybirb

In which little Craig builds a pillow fort and little Clyde is invited. It’s a soft story with some cute exchanges, if you’re looking for a more innocent kid-cryde vibe then this one can scratch the itch. Short and sweet by definition. Go read it and give yourself a little smile.

Ennui dsfgajkh

This simple story’s a real blink and you’ll miss it; detailing some introspective thoughts Clyde’s having about the monotony of small town life and his fascination with his much more interesting best friend. At nearly a decade old, this story pre-dates Pandemic, which solidified the usual stoic Craig tropes that came after so it’s an awesome little time capsule back to those days where apathetic Clyde and flamboyant Craig was as good a guess as any. There’s a line about skittles that makes it worth the ten minute read.

Neighbors Vampiracy

So remember that time that Vampiracy wrote one of the most realistic and precious depictions of little Craig and Clyde playing with toy trucks in the backyard, but then it got buried in the depths of tumblr? Try not to smile when Clyde beams over the prospect of making a new friend and being able to show off the hole he’s dug; I completely and utterly dare you. Bratty Craig is my spirit animal and I’d die for more adventures with him at the Donovan house. I’m such a sucker for cutesy pre-school fluff I swear; just like you will be when you’re done reading this.

Shine On How You Shine On Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

Real talk? I’m a sucker for all things Brokeback Mountain, and this fic’s just neatly slotting in Craig and Clyde as the cowboys sharing a rough and confusing night in a tent together. The story is exactly what you’d think if you’ve read the original, and it hits all the same thematic beats. Guilty pleasure alert in full here. If you’re in the mood for hearing Clyde Twist tense up as Craig Delmar spits on his hand behind him then I won’t judge if you don’t. I’d unironically read ten more chapters.

Two Weeks toddintops

Yeah-yeah I know I’m stretching the definition of fic with this one, it’s barely a half thousand words; but hey, better five hundred words that make you feel something than ten thousand that leave you feeling the same. A short, sharp dose of angst with some beautiful art accompanying, what have you got to lose? Something about Clyde’s smile, coupled with the bittersweet lines near the end has always managed to stay with me. Maybe it’ll strike a chord with you too.

UNFINISHED (BUT STILL GREAT)

Ask Craig obitotxt (Password is 12345)

Hop on board the angst express; with the last stop being yourself when you realize the story comes crashing off the rails and never hits the end. Is the fact this blog never reached a conclusion one of the great tragedies of our modern era? Yeah, kinda. Fact is, this is probably the only cryde-centric askblog-formatted story out there; and yeah, it’s hyperbolic at times, but goddamn if it doesn’t make you feel something. Packed to the brim with boys being boys, memorable moments and just so much heart, you’ll be pressing F (and F5) for days after you reach the final unfinished pages.

One More Year llexxii

And here’s a weird way to recommend something: you probably don’t want to read this one. It’s very long, it’s very dead, and it has a fairly submissive Craig coupled with a rather unlikable rendition of Clyde. So why’m I even talking about this, and really, I’ve not got much of an answer for you. Just that this fic, despite everything, has some consistently excellent writing. The flashback scenes to Craig and Clyde as young kids are total gems. There’s stuff to love here, and maybe it could have been something great; if nothing else, maybe check it out as an interesting look into the ships history.

Turn It Around, Get a Rewrite wendybirb

This one hurts, in just about every respect. Prepare for angst story wise as we follow along with the life and times of Craig, reconnecting with a clearly troubled yet desperately pining Clyde, who seems scared shitless about his dying claims to heterosexuality. I genuinely love this story. It’s raw and emotional and angry and sexy, it comes across messy and real and does an amazing job making you care about the boys while also showing their more frustrating attributes. I’m still holding out hope it’ll one day take its place with the greats, but until then, the hardest gut-punch is always that “unfinished” tag.

January White (Love Is a Stain) Dovakiin

Here we’ve got a different kind of tragedy. The usual formula is a promising author burning out after an amazing opening run, but here we’ve got a story that never even made it past the kickoff. It’s such a shame. The eponymous metaphor and the solemn tone throughout is honestly pretty captivating; I would love to see how this take on the characters would have played. Spare ten minutes from your day and give yourself something to reflect on with this abandoned beginning.

NOT FULL CRYDE, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH

ask MARSH and BROFLOVSKI jovishark

You know what? Fuck it. I’m putting this one here and no one can stop me. This ask blog is practically fandom required reading at this point, and I couldn’t in good conscience not mention it. Stan and Kyle answer your questions, the plotline reads like something from a CW show, and Craig and Clyde don’t even end up together. I love it genuinely. If you pressed me, this story might be what got me into the fandom; pressed me harder, it’s what got me into cryde (again ironic as cryde isn’t endgame here). Always worth a read or a re-read. Pretend Craig and Clyde sorted things out in college if you need to.

Brace Yourself skyline

Okay so it’s a style story, let’s get that elephant in the room well and truly pointed out from the outset. If it’s a deal breaker for you that cryde isn’t the focus, then move along, but I guarantee for those that stay, there’s a charmingly written cryde side-ship playing out in tandem to Stan’s quest to win over his super best friend. There’s a lot to love about this story, the writings sharp and surprisingly powerful at times, and the characters are a joy to watch. Watching the cryde story unfold from Stan’s POV is a unique experience that you won’t really find anywhere else.

Remove Before Flight skyline

So remember Brace Yourself from literally just one entry up? Okay, same concept, same author. This is a different timeline in which Kenny’s the lucky protagonist trying to win Kyle’s heart, but like before, you’re treated to an enjoyable cryde sub-plot playing on in the background of the K2 drama. The writing’s still on-point, the characters are still great; if you liked the authors other story (which I’d advise reading first), you’ll definitely enjoy this one too. It’s cute how Craig and Clyde always seem destined for each other in this universe.

#cryde #fanfic #clyde donovan #craig tucker #cryderecs #we should probs be friends if youve read them all #❤️

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Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 36

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

“I can’t believe you already have to go back.” (Y/n) sighed as she watched Nikki pack up his stuff from his hotel room.

“Sorry, label wants us to do some shows and a small tour with the new guy and…” Nikki zipped up his back and let his shoulders fall. “I don’t want to leave you… I want to take you with me… but…”

“I’m thinking about getting transferred back to LA.” (Y/n) told him. “I miss it there.”

NIkki smiled, “only if you think it will make you happy?”

“I think it will.” She sighed. “Because I can see you more than once a month.” She wasn’t sure if he was her boyfriend or not. She didn’t want to scare him by bringing it up.

Nikki walked up to her his hands in his pockets, “My flight doesn’t leave for another couple of hours,” he blushed slightly. “Maybe one more lunch before I go?”

“That sounds good.” She smiled. “My treat.”

“No way sweet girl!” he laughed. “My treat.”

“I don’t think so silly boy.” She smiled brightly. “Wanna just eat at the airport?”

“Ok sweet girl,” he held her hand as they made their way down to the concierge. Nikki checked out and turned in his key. Turning to (Y/n) they made their way to the front and Nikki had a cab hailed for him. “So, you’ll tell me if you’re definitely back in LA for good?” he whispered as he held her close.

“Of course I will.” She told him. “I have a long weekend coming up soon. I might go to LA and look at apartments or something. Well, once I convinced them I need to transfer back that is.”

“You could say you want to convince us to jump ship…” Nikki smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I mean… at this point Elektra and Tom are being difficult.”

“Maybe you should make your own label sometime.” (Y/n) shrugged.

“Huh,” Nikki shrugged that’s an idea. He had never thought of it, but he didn’t think him and the guys were ready to have their own label or anything. They could barely make it through a recording session.

The cab stopped at the side of the airport letting them off. NIkki paid the cab fare and helped (Y/n) out of the cab. Grabbing his bags they walked in and made their way inside towards one of the restaurants.

“So…” he wasn’t sure what to say. “I…” he found himself reaching into his bag and taking out a leather bound journal. “I didn’t have a way to contact you so…” he pushed the journal towards her. “This is everything I thought about while I was in rehab. Some of it good. Some of it dark, mostly because of the withdrawal phase.” he took a deep breath. “I… I want you to know that every day I was there, I was thinking about you.”

“Nikki…” She whispered, touching the journal. “I...this is your personal stuff. Are you sure you want me to read it?”

“I wrote it all for you,” he admitted. “Some songs, some poems… most of them letters.” he took a hard swallow.

“I’ll cherish it.” She said, smiling.

“Just… don’t judge me too hard on some of what I wrote… some of it got dark and… some of it I was meaning from my heart once that darkness faded.” he couldn’t look at her. His throat felt raw as he tried to hold back his tears.

“Nikki…” She got up and wrapped her arms around it. “I will never judge you silly boy.” She kissed his head.

NIkki nodded and gave her a teary smile. “(Y/n), I want to take this as slow as we can… I am so scared of messing up and just… I can’t lose you again… I can’t…”

“Nikki,” She brushed back his hair. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Caressing her cheek he brought her in for a kiss, “I feel like I’m dreaming and I’m scared to wake up.”

“I’ll be there when you do.” She smiled. “We better finish up. You’ll miss your flight.” He saw her smile waver a little before she painted it back on.

“Hey,” he brought her back in. “I’ll call you every hour if you need me too,” he whispered. “I’m starting to feel alive again sweet girl… you are breathing life back into me.”

“I want to do whatever I can to make you feel better.” She hugged him close. “Think I could squeeze into your carry on? No one would ever know.” She laughed a little.

Nikki laughed, “I wouldn’t be able to keep you a secret,” he held her tight. “I’ll call you when I land in LA?”

“You better.” She laughed.

Nikki gave her one last kiss before boarding the plane. He looked back and gave her a wink and mouthed that he would call her. Walking into the terminal he made his way to his seat in first class and looked out the window. He let the tears fall, his fear of this all begin a dream haunting him.

(Y/n) closed her eyes. She waited until she saw his plane take off before she went back home.

Alone.

****

“How was New York?” Tommy asked Nikki the next day.

“It was good,” Nikki sat behind the soundboard as John was in the booth trying to sing the lyrics. “I stayed at the Hilton and she had her apartment so we met for lunch and dinner. Kept it vanilla you know?”

“Really? You didn’t bow chicka wow wow?” Tommy asked.

“Look, Tommy…” Nikki sighed. “Last time we were together, I moved way too fast. You were right in your own messed up way.” he sighed and growled. “Hey John just take it from the top and watch out for those high notes man.” Nikki sighed as he ran a hand across his face.

“Hey Nikki, I’d watch out. Sloths have long nails.” Mick grumbled from his seat. Nikki turned to glare at him.

“Was she happy?” Tommy asked. “When I saw her in LA last...she didn’t look like the same person…” Tommy sighed.

“She was happy when I was there,” NIkki pointed at Mick. “And no more nature channel for you! I am not acting like a sloth! I am making sure I don’t fuck this up!”

“I’m sorry about everything,” Tommy sighed. “I wish I could take back what I said to her in the past…”

“Yeah well, all we can do is move on and try to take it slow, not rush and I think we’ll be ok…” Nikki cringed at John’s vocals. “Ok… John take five!” he called into the booth and looked at Tommy and Mick.

“We need Vince back.” Mick told him. “Vanessa finally got through to him, but he’s going down a dark path.”

Nikki just nodded and sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He wasn’t sure what to do but he hoped (Y/n) would move back sooner rather than later.

****

One Month Later

“Nikki, phone.” One of the techs said as Nikki was working in the studio.

“Busy.” Nikki muttered.

“It’s some chick from MCA. (Y/n) Bass.” The tech told him.

NIkki put his bass down and walked out to grab the phone, “(Y/n)? Everything ok?”

“Hey Nik, everything’s fine. I just...I’m on my way to the airport and I was wondering if you could pick me up when I get to LAX. It’ll be a few hours.” (Y/n) told him. “Someone got fired over at MCA LA, and they’re sending me there for the time being. Maybe longer, so I’ll have to go back to New York and pack…”

“Sure what time is your flight landing I’ll make sure to be there.” Nikki smiled as he grabbed a paper and a pen. “Do you know what gate you’ll be coming out of?”

“I’ll be landing there probably about three your time. And it should be gate 21B.” (Y/n) told him. “Sorry it’s so rushed. If you can’t pick me up, I can call Vanessa or something.” Nikki could tell she was stressed or rushed. Probably a combo of both.

“Hey, sweet girl take a breath I’ll be there without a problem ok?” he felt himself smiling at the thought of seeing her. “Am I dropping you off at Athena’s or Vanessa’s?” he was tempted to get her to stay with him in one of the guest rooms. The house they once shared was long gone and he had bought a different home.

“Crap! I forgot to set that up.” She groaned and he could hear the tears in her voice. “I’ll call them when I land and figure something out. I think Athena’s going out of town because Tommy has Angus.”

NIkki cleared his throat and closed his eyes, “You could… you could stay in my guest room… I um, I got a new place and it’s pretty cosy…”

“Are...are you sure?” (Y/n) asked. “I know you said you wanted to take things slow.”

“Only if.. It’s ok with you I know it’s last minute and I’m not sure what Vanessa or Athena would do and I’m going to be recording most of the time…” he found himself rambling. “I just… I mean… I…”

“Nikki, I would love to come stay with you.” (Y/n) said. “If I overstay my welcome, just kick me out.” She laughed a little. “I gotta go. My flights being called. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“See you in a few sweet girl,” he muttered before hanging up.

Nikki sighed as he grabbed his jacket and keys, “I’m going to go home and get some things ready before I head to the airport.” he rushed out before the others could question him.

“Airport?” Tommy asked. “Where is he going?” Mick and John just shrugged.

Nikki went home, looking around to see if there was anything he needed from the store. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. He brought fresh flowers and made sure to keep everything clean. Looking at the guest bedroom he changed the sheets and made sure everything was right. He heard the small whine of his dog. He had asked Athena what kind of dog she had, he had found the puppy not long ago. He bent down to scratch his ears.

“Hey boy,” he whispered. “You get to meet a very special friend today.” he made sure to let the puppy loose in the backyard before rushing back to his car and driving to the airport.

(Y/n)’s flight landed and she came out into the terminal. She was so ready to be done travelling. She had just come back from a business trip in Florida when they told her to not unpack, she had to go to LA for awhile. She didn’t see Nikki when she came out of the gate and was worried something had happened.

She had just taken a step forward when strong arms wrapped around her and hugged her.

“Ah!” She called out.

“Hey Sweet girl,” he said and spun her around. When he let her go he turned her to face him and smiled. “Good thing we aren’t in a grocery store. No carts to have fun in.”

“I still got looks from the manager after that.” She laughed. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.” She hugged him, letting her eyes fall closed but woke herself back up.

“Ok, you need a nap,” he said noticing how tired she was.

“I should get to the office.” She yawned. “A nap might be good.”

“Nope no office, nap time,” he laughed as he helped her with her bags and helped her into his car. "Now, this house is a bit smaller than the one we had but it's still pretty big, " he chuckled as he define down the street towards it.

"You've been to my apartment. Everything's bigger than it." She laughed.

"Yeah," he smiled and pulled to to the house. Helping (Y/N) with her bags he unlocked the door. He didn't have a chance to step inside when barking could be heard and a ball of fur came to the door. "Ziggy, wait."

"Puppy!" (Y/n) said happily. Ziggy jumper on her, smelling her and giving her kisses. "He looks like Angus!"

"Yeah," Nikki rubbed the back of his neck. "I asked Athena what kind of did she had and I… I remembered you wanted one so I...I got him." He put her things on his couch and grabbed Ziggy. "Rascal."

"I like him." (Y/n) looked full of light. "ready for a nap though." She yawned.

Nikki laughed and grabbed her bags from the couch after placing Ziggy in his pen. He led her to the guest room on the first floor. Opening the door he hoped she would like it, he made sure to keep the room simple and clean. Nothing dark or scary. Placing her things on the bed he turned to her.

“Ok so, bed and then there is a walk in closet and… the bathroom is right through that door.” He placed his hand in his pockets. “My room is upstairs and if you need me you can press on the intercom and I can come down.” he cleared his throat. “I’ll let you get settled and I can make some sandwiches or something or I can order us some food.”

"You're too good to me." She smiled at him.

“So…” Nikki cringed, he was nervous around her. He felt like she would break if he moved too fast. With a small smiled he backed up and out of the room. “I’ll be in my room if you need me…” he was turning to leave.

"Hey Nikki?" (Y/n) asked.

“Yeah?” he turned towards her from the staircase.

"Would...do you want to take a nap...with me?" She was sure he'd say no.

“Um… a nap sounds good… I mean if you want me to…”

"Come on." (Y/n) held out her hand to him.

Nikki held her hand as she led him to the bed. Taking off his shoes he pulled down the covers and let her get in first before joining her. “Noones used this bed before. You’re the first.” he sighed. “I um…” he adjusted himself and blushed. “I can set an alarm or do you just want to nap until you feel like waking up?”

"Just nap. No alarm." She yawned. "come here silly boy." She moved to give him space.

Nikki got in and lay on his back. He was never this nervous around her before. But he really wanted to make everything perfect. He closed his eyes expecting her to keep her distance. He bit his cheek to keep from pulling her close to him. Tommy’s words kept echoing in his head, kept haunting him.

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