#i cant chose a favourite between the two but if you must know. these are my favourites

[pommy-granite]

ive decided. my favouritr bones in the human body are the atlas and the axis.

[simluvbot]

Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble  with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him? 

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ?? 

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3 

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are? 

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up?? 

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ): 

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )):  )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always:  ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ): 

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ): 

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !! 

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft 

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍��️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and  nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

(’:

[woogyu]

3. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

26. “No, like..its just, i cant believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

Drabble Prompts; fluff | angst | funny // Requests; OPEN

notes; student!chan x student!reader, this is just pure fluff, i know a lot of people are doing exams rn so. Thank you so much for requesting 

wc; 1386

You knew when Chan asked you to come over and “study” that minimal studying would end up getting done. It’s just, you thought his attention span would last longer than 5 minutes.

“come onnnnnn y/n, let’s take a break” Chan whined, curled up on the couch next to you, his books now on the floor forgotten. You sighed and glanced away from your calculus notes to see him giving you pathetic puppy dog eyes.

“I’ve barely been here for 5 minutes” you said flatly, itching to get back to reviewing your notes. Your calculus exam was tomorrow, and you were not all that confident in how you were going to perform. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out the best approach to get you to give in.

“Let’s just grab a quick snack! You always study better after you’ve eaten” he said brightly, already moving your notes away from you and setting them on the small coffee table. The thing about Chan is that he knew you well, he knew you too well. It came from the years the two of you had spent together, countless nights watching movies and playing video games. Most of the time Chan knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew that you couldn’t say no to him. What he didn’t know was the reason why you couldn’t say no to him. He didn’t know about the way your heart sped up when he pulled you into his lap, or how you fell asleep at night thinking about him. Chan is your best friend in the entire world, and he had no idea you were hopelessly in love with him.

“I’m setting a timer for 30 minutes” you grumbled, letting him pull you to your feet and following him into the kitchen. You preferred coming over to his place, it was always quieter, and he made sure to keep your favourite snacks stocked up. You pulled yourself up, so you were sitting on the edge of the counter as he rummaged around in the fridge and cabinets.

“Ice cream or popcorn?” he asked, turning as he held up the two options. You smiled a little, he chose both of your favourites instead of his own. You pointed to the ice cream in his right hand, watching him smile back at you. You always thought you would get over this little ‘crush’ but that never happened. Your feelings for Chan were only growing as time went on. The worst part of it all was that you had no idea how he felt. He always bordered the line between friend and lover, never fully committing to one side or the other.

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice Chan handing you the bowl with ice cream in it, your hands reaching up too late to grasp it. You watched as it slipped through your fingers, pouring ice cream down the front of your shirt and falling to the ground with a crash. It took you a second to register what had happened, your eyes widening as a blush fell over your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry Chan” you groaned, looking down at the shattered bowl on the ground. You slid off the counter and began to pick up some of the broken pieces before he stopped you.

“Be careful, I’ll get that. Here you must be freezing, I’ll grab something you can change into” he said, giving you a reassuring smile before darting off to his room. He was back no more than a second later and handed you one of his hoodies. “It’s clean, I promise” Chan said with a soft chuckle, grabbing a damp cloth and began to clean up the mess.

“Thank you” you mumbled for the hoodie, cheeks burning as you quickly walked to the bathroom. Sliding out of your sticky shirt, you laid it on the sink as you quickly wiped off the remaining residue using a washcloth. After you were satisfied that you weren’t going to ruin Chan’s hoodie, you slid it over your head. The smell of Chan’s cologne hit you, your eyes closing as you took a deep breath. This was one of those moments that blurred the line between best friends and something more. It was moments like these that made you long for something, anything more.

When you walked back into the kitchen Chan had already finished cleaning everything up and was popping some popcorn for the two of you. “Feel better? I figured ice cream was off-“he stopped short when he turned away from the microwave and toward you. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion; he was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite figure out.

“What?” you asked, looking down to see if you had something on you that would warrant him looking you up and down like that. He seemed to consider something for a moment before swallowing and moving toward you. “Is there something on my face?” you asked, confused as you reached up to rub your forehead. You stepped back as he walked toward you, heart-rate picking up. You stopped only when your back hit the kitchen cabinets, watching him as he closed the distance between the two of you. When there were only inches separating your bodies he finally realized what he was doing and inhaled sharply.

“I-“ he started, pausing and closing his eyes for a second. “I’m not used to seeing you wearing my stuff” he said finally, opening his eyes to look down at you. You frowned a little bit, “I can go quickly rinse and dry my shirt and change back into that if you want” you said, confused as to what he was getting at.

He seemed caught off guard by your comment, his cheeks slowly reddening “No, like..its just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”, he finally said. You watched as his eyes slowly slid over you, blushing as you started to understand. He must have realized what he had said, as his eyes snapped up to yours almost alarmed and looking for any sign of discomfort.

“I’ve thought about telling you this about a hundred times, and this was never how I wanted to do it. I wanted to take you out on a picnic or to an amusement park or something. Buy you dinner and win you a stuffed animal from one of those carnival games. There are so many things that I want to do with you, y/n… but not as friends” he said, his words panicked and rushed. “I want to be able to hold your hand whenever I want and cuddle with you. Take you out on dates, and let you steal my sweaters” he said with a chuckle. “I want to be your best friend, but also so so much more” he breathed, looking down at you with a serious expression so you knew he wasn’t joking.

You were positive that your heart was no longer beating, were you actually hearing these words come out of his mouth or was this some weird hallucination. Your mouth parted slowly as you tried to figure out what to say, how to articulate all the pent-up feelings you had for him. When you didn’t say anything, he panicked a little bit, thinking he overstepped a line. “Only if you want to be of course! I mean we can still stay best friends, I’m never gonna stop being your friend or anything. I just have had feelings for you for a long time and…” he said, flustered as he moved to step away from you.

Before he could step back you reached out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, looking up at him with a soft smile. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” you said with a nervous chuckle. He froze, looking down at you to see if you were joking or not. When he saw that you were serious, that all the feelings he had built up were echoed in your eyes he beamed.

“With pleasure” he said before fully closing the distance between the two of you and pressing his lips to yours. All of the daydreams and fantasies you had about this moment were nothing when compared to the real thing.

[keepcalm-and-beyou]

Serial Killer Boyfriend

YoungFP x Reader

Werewolves howl, Phantoms prowl, where witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon full and bright whispers tis Halloween. 

It feels like magic in the night when you see the pumpkins light. Time for the ghouls and ghost to seek goodies, for people hoping for treats not tricks. 

Halloween time in our town with pep. Everyone from school invited and some not invited to this years Spooktacular Party surely must be getting ready as i am. 

🎃Now I have a story that I'd like to tell About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!🎃  

As A nightmare on my street song plays on my radio I apply my lipstick and smile when the song mentions the name Fred as it makes me think of my friend Fred Andrews, i also cant help but love the nightmare on elm street movie. Freddy Kruger what an intense killer to get you in your precious dreams i hope they make more movies like that. A noise interrupted my thoughts slightly making me jump. heading towards where it had come from i look out my window to the left then right side seeing some children running around on my street dressed up in their costumes trick or treating, the street lights shinned on my street sign that read ELM STREET. 

Thinking the noise must of been from those who are outside simply wanting candy i turn away from the half way open window i scream as i felt something grab my arm from where the window was i turn fast to face it seeing my boyfriend trying to climb through the window. I let a relived sigh leave my lips and step back in no mood to help him through my window but to watch his struggle he sure deserves it after that stunt. 

“Thank for the help babe” FP says sarcastically while finally getting him self through my window his eyes not yet even looking really at me until he stands up straight turning to fully face where i was standing by my bedroom wall. 

FP’s eyebrows raised in what looked like surprise “Wow babe, damn you look good not like that’s anything new” 

“Well i tried thank you, uh what are you suppose to be, some poor victim of a serial killer stabbing, some messed up boy with mommy issues and a daddy who just doesn't seem to love him the same these days who has a issue filled girlfriend that seems so awkward all the time who probably kills his own girlfriend because ya know always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend, he must of watched way to many movies” I ask him as he slowly creeps closer to where i have been standing. This is when i notice the knife in his hand. It sure don’t look like the typical cheap fake ones used for such things as Halloween costumes. That makes me raise an eyebrow at the sharp metal in his hand. Fps eyes caught my reaction to his choice in accessory for his costume and he smirks getting closer to me. 

“Nah babe this blood is of my victims” he smirks wider as his eyes seem to burn into mine “I’m the killer” he adds while he brings his knife up to his bottom lip resting it there. 

“Shit does that mean i’m the girlfriend you want to kill for some bullshit reason” i fake seriousness.

“Hmm I think ill keep you around you look to good to ruin that tight outfit” he smirks checking me out. 

“Thanks. Oh and next time use the front door you ass”

“Did i give you a fright” FP stalks even closer to just inches apart. Like he is  stalking his prey. I deny that he frightened me and i lightly push him backwards from my bubble of space done with his creepy killer vibes in my bedroom and wanting to get my party on. 

Walking out my front door like a normal none creepy person uses i turn to FP “Your not really gonna walk around with that legit knife are you, because that seems like big ole trouble to me” 

“You have no idea” FP says quietly but loud enough to hear him. I watch as he passes by me down my steps and put the knife into a holster on his jeans.

“Wait what?” I ask confused on his statement. only for him to act as if he never heard me. 

I spot a boy who looks like our friend a small ways down coming from his front lawn as we approach and it is indeed my best guy friend! 

“Oh my gosh Fred i love it i absolutely approve of this years choice in costume” I say excitedly going to hug him not caring for his eyes to slightly open wider at my revealing chest area. 

“You look.. uh wow yeah wow a good wow very good wow” Fred rambled 

“Watch it Fred” FP warned in what seemed to be a half joke half serious threat as he slaps Fred’s check lightly and they do a quick bro hug. 

“Awe my guys, my killer boyfriend and killer best friend, my Freddy as Freddy i love it, glad you didn’t go with a mask of Freddy Kruger though i prefer your pretty face” I smack Fred on the same cheek FP had done. 

“I knew you would” Fred smiles. 

“Okay i could use a drink and Hiram douche as rich as he is must have plenty at his party so hurry up move it along” FP says nodding his head ahead of us indicating for us to start walking that way. 

Hiram Lodge, rich and rude mostly describes him. someone who many of us don’t particularly like. Fred dislikes him for many reasons one being Hermione Gomez the girl Fred was into and thought she could be the one. Until she chose Hiram and his pearls over Fred and his heart. FP dislikes him for many of the same reasons Fred does but one being Me the ex girlfriend of Hiram, I thought he could be the one until our once fun filled relationship turned into a cold one into a distant one into me choosing FP over Hiram. But hey a party with free booze is our kind of party and we got the invite well me and Fred did anyways. 

Walking through the streets of Riverdale seeing all the Halloween decorations like the lights from jack-o lanterns and ghosts hanging from trees, feeling the chilling vibes of the magic that is Halloween night run through my body, the feel of a cold hand in mine making me smile at my serial killer looking boyfriend. 

I watch as few children pass us by seeing the looks shared by Fred and FP raising my eyebrow at what they could be thinking then suddenly the two teenagers yell and jump forward towards the little kids scaring them making the children scream and run off. Rolling my eyes at the two men in front of me laughing like hyenas. 

“Real mature boys” I say unimpressed at the child like behaviour 

“Its Halloween y/n lighten up” Fred laughs 

“Yeah babe its meant to be scary” FP adds

“True but no need to terrorise little kids” I shake my head at them. And continue our walk.

Nearing the house holding the Halloween party hosted by Hiram i notice some familiar faces as much as i can being with all the Halloween costumes. my eyes came upon sierra dressed as wonder woman, a perfect costume for her and her girl power woman on a mission thing she has going on. a short distance a way as well seeing tom Keller in a army costume, another typically perfect costume for the boy.

The outside of the house isn't much decorated i try to push through some of my fellow classmates with FP and Fred hot on my tail walking through the front doors. I’m impressed by what my eyes are seeing the many outstanding lights making the house look like a nightclub ready for teenagers to dance the night away, i see Halloween theme streamers and garland, hanging bats all over the roof of the house, your typical mini orange pumpkins and some painted black placed on tables, and my favourite of all the creepy images on the walls that change. 

“Boy Hiram of course with all the crap” FP looks around at all the decorations as i was. “Think he’s compensating for something Fred” FP chuckles looking to Fred who’s standing next to him. Fred laughs at his best friends remark. 

“No comment” I smirk barley looking towards FP to see his glare thrown my way. 

“Speak of the devil” Fred nods his head to where Hiram is walking towards us. Hiram lodge strolls head high nearing us wearing a medieval king costume, it makes me want to laugh at another super typical costume for the boy who think’s he is a real king, only kind of royal he happens to be is a royal pain in the ass. 

“Well well well a sight for sore eyes, in all her black beauty” Hiram steps closely in front of me with that stupid smirk and ignorant eyes. I simply fake a big smile as my only response. 

“Fred” Hiram greets in a major Hiram way that doesn't sound very greeting like. so Fred does the same. My eyes moves back and fourth between the two and landing on Hiram as his eyes land on my exposed chest thanks to my Elvira costume. This doesn't go unnoticed by my serial killer boyfriend who steps in front of me chest puffed out and eyes murdering the rich man who only smirks more at the exchange. 

“Ah FP Jones i do believe you were not sent an invite but by all means enjoy my humble adobe, oh but please don’t let your serpent behaviour disturb my gathering” 

“Hiram” is heard from behind him of course coming from Hermione. I roll my eyes at her presence dressed as a medieval queen. ��Hello glad you guys can attend” she says playing the dutiful girlfriend.

“Mhm thanks” I say in the most super fake tone i can muster up and a smile to go with it as i move past them farther into the home of the devil incarnate. 

Pouring my self a much needed beverage as FP pushes some guy lightly out of his way to reach a bottle of whiskey taken the whole thing for him self.

“Are you really just gonna take the whole thing?” i chuckle

“What like he cant afford to lose out on one damn bottle y/n” 

“Okay then” i let out a small sigh hoping FP doesn't get to hammered. 

“Hey it saves me from having to stab someone to move out my way for a drink” FP pulls out his knife he had in his holster waving it around near our faces with a wide smile. I’m not sure if its because it Halloween that this whole dressed in blood serial killer thing is legit creepy, but hey its pretend right. 

“Stop waving that thing in my face before you make me lose an eye you psycho” I tell him half jokingly. he just stares at me for a moment like contemplating on something, maybe something i said. But finally after making a clicking noise with his tongue he puts the knife back into his holster. 

“Good boy” I teasingly say to him as i grab his chin giving him a kiss to his cheek. 

Hand in hand we walk around for a bit saying a few hellos to some friends of mine as FP stays silent drinking from his bottle and eyeing a few people dangerously creepy. We enter the dining room seeing people including Fred playing beer pong. 

“Y/n come be on my team I’m kicking Tom’s ass” Fred shouts to where i stand with FP by the entrance. FP looks annoyed at the thought but i don’t care he can brood and mood alone for 5 minutes well i kick some major Keller toosh. 

“Oh Keller boy its on” i challenge as Fred cheers at my comment. 

I stand tall and elegantly yet cockily toss the ping pong ball, it lands perfectly into a cup filled half way with beer in front of Tom. Tom of course drinks it. Fred and I throw a few more times ultimately winning which causes us much joy giving us the need to jump around cheering for our self’s along with others in the room, i jump into Fred’s arms smiling at our victory he spins me around laughing. 

“That was awesome y/n” Fred smiles as he put me down. 

“Tha-” I’m cut off by the dark voice of FP

“I thought i said watch it” he remarks dryly to Fred as Fred gives him an unsure look. 

“Wow okay babe laying on the crazy tonight real hard don’t you think” I tell FP furrowing my eyebrows at the bloody boy. FP scoffs and Fred backs away slowly to leave me to deal with my crazy boo. 

FP moves close to my ear and says “Nah what would be crazy is if someone losses a hand because they can’t keep them off you” and he tilts his head in that weird way like a challenging way. Then all of a sudden he’s laughing. I can’t help my face reacting as if he has gone mad. 

“Let’s keep checking out the place babe” FP says in his normal tone as if he wasn't just a crazy jealous boyfriend. And put’s his arm around my shoulders. 

We came across a room that seems like a second living room it looks like the teenagers in it are playing a game as they all sit in whats suppose to be a circle. 

“Oh look its Y/n, care to indulge us in a game of secrets and sins” Penelope’s voice rang out. she use to be a decent human being but it seems her adopted family the blossoms have really done a number on her after she accepted to be with Clifford her adopted brother. honestly I’m unsure if its even legal. 

“I don’t know about that one” I shrug not really in the mood to share a secret of any sorts. 

“Are you scared to tell us something” Clifford chimes in as he is sitting next to the red headed sister girlfriend of his. 

“Let’s go babe” FP grumbles in my ear. But i shake my head at his words. 

“No no i’ll stay” I smile and take a seat on one of the few couches in the room that have space. FP stay’s standing by the door.

“Well that makes it your turn y/n, any sinful secrets you might wanna share” Penelope asks with a wicked smirk plastered on her face as if she already knows any secrets i may have. 

“Hmm i cheated on a math test once, no that’s a lame one, uh i keyed Hiram’s car after we broke up” that last so called secret made FP chuckle. but Penelope rolled her eyes not amused by my choices of secrets. 

“I have a obsession with the movie the heather's i do as well imagine poisoning my classmates, I’m sure you’ll be able to relate” i tell Penelope with a small smile. She lets out a huff still not amused.  

“So that’s your big secrets? Really. I think not Elm Street girl” she says smiling at me. Causing me to raise my eyebrow. And she continues on. 

“You know who else lives on Elm Street, Fred Andrews right? Your friend, your boyfriends friend” she drags on

“So do you have a point or are you just obtuse” I laugh in my head at my own joke sense obtuse is opposite of something pointy. 

“Funny. You like to do a lot with that mouth of yours, like talk when know one cares to listen or make out with Fred Andrews when you think know ones looking” she smiles deviously as my eyes widen in shock. 

“What?!” is heard from the door FP in fit of rage.  

“Wait let me explain” I say to FP but he doesn't hear it he’s to busy pushing his way out of the bedroom door so i follow him. 

“FP can you slow down what are you doing let me explain” I yell for him to hear me but all i see is him on a hunt. oh no probably for Fred. Poor Fred. 

Fp reaches Fred who is in the big living room area where the drinks are and teenager’s dancing. FP grab’s Fred by his shirt throwing him into a wall swiftly reaching for his knife 

‘FP no” i shout as i near the two boys. 

“What the hell FP” Fred asks his best friend. 

“I outta kill you boy” FP barks in Fred face now holding his knife to his throat. 

“FP stop please its not what you think i swear” I plead with my now looking like a real serial killer boyfriend. 

“Y/n whats going on? Why do you have a knife? wait is that a real knife FP?!” Fred asks a bunch of questions in his nervous and scared state. We all barley notice the music had turned down a bit and people were gasping and whispering amongst them self's. 

“You touched my girl!” FP says lowly very low dangerously low. 

Fred looks beyond shocked at the news his best friend knew. He was speechless. 

“FP please let’s talk outside or in a quite room” i beg of him. 

“Screw this” FP says angrily and grab’s Fred again by the shirt only to throw him into the wall once more before backing away. “You better watch out boy” FP threatens Fred. FP disappear’s into the house and I tend to Fred. 

“Oh my gosh are you okay i cant believe he just went that psycho” I held onto Fred’s head looking over his neck and face for any injuries. Seeing a small cut from the knife on is neck, making me cringe at the fact my boyfriend did that. 

“I’m okay y/n how did he find out?” Fred asks looking guilty 

“Secrets and sins and one red headed bitch of a blossom” I remark coldly.

“I’m going to find the bathroom see if i need anything for my neck” Fred tells me as he starts to move towards the door way. 

I should look for FP to tell him the truth the whole truth to that secret. The fact that it was before i chose to be with FP, it was a drunk bad judgement call right after my break up with Hiram. 

Its been some time looking for FP i think its safe to say he left the party. Maybe that’s a good thing give him some space to calm down and when he wants to talk i’ll gladly talk to him. I haven't seen Fred in awhile either, if he ditched me i’m going to kill that athletic guitar playing boy. No sign of my best friend and the party has majorly died down with only a few students i barley know from school and the few i do know decently well like Sierra, Tom, Penelope and Clifford, Marty Mantle and Darryl Doiley and of course the host him self and his little girlfriend Heromine. 

I look around some more for Fred so we can leave, i check anywhere i can including upstairs. I come across a room at the very end of the hall and open the door slowly “Hello anyone in here?” I ask not wanting to intrude on anyone's personal business. There’s no answer. I cant make much of what’s in the room it’s very dark until i find the nearest light switch flicking it on my eyes instantly see a body on the ground. 

“Oh my god Fred?!” I move fast towards the body now seeing the crimson colour seeping through his shirt as if he has been stabbed. I couldn't control it my mouth had i mind of its own as it let out a screeching sound of horror at the sight of my best friend bleeding not a single movement made on the floor. 

I stood in shock for a moment after my scream rang through the walls catching the attention of a few of my fellow classmates as they run into the room. 

I hear gasps and what happened and omgs come from a few mouths as i stare eyes wide open at Fred on the ground. I see Tom get closer to Fred’s body when i snap out of my trance of horror. 

“Wait don’t touch his body!” i spit out before anyone can lay a finger on the boy. 

Everyone looks at me as i’m insane. 

“Finger prints and moving a body is like what tampering with a crime scene and if you have your finger prints on him guess who’s a suspect of murder” I tell everyone sternly. 

“We need to see if he is breathing!” Tom says freaked out. 

I move closer to Fred’s unconscious body not enough to touch and tell everyone to shut the hell up so i can listen for his breathing, I hear nothing. I then put my hand in front of his nose and mouth to see if i can feel air coming from his bloody body, I can not. 

“He’s not breathing guys.. he’s dead” i cry out covering my mouth in more shock. I hear little cries from the girls Heromine and Sierra. 

“This can’t be happening my parents will kill me if i through a party and there happens to be a dead body laying around” Hiram sighs

“My dad is probably gonna kick my ass” I hear Marty say in a fearful tone.

“We need to call the cop’s” Tom says

“I don’t know about that” Clifford chimes in. 

“What are you talking about that’s what your suppose to do, unless you killed him?” Tom shouts back at Clifford. as Clifford scoffs

“This could ruin our life’s what colleges are wanting to accept people involved in a murder” Penelope say’s. 

“Was that a confession?” Darryl Doiley ask’s The red head rolls her eye’s

“Who would do this” I let tear slip from my eyes. 

Everyone looks around at one another eyes scanning each other with possible thoughts that one of us killed Fred Andrews. 

“Hiram. I bet it was Hiram” Penelope says smugly as always these days. 

“And why would I do that?” Hiram asks in almost to good to be true calm manner. Everyone turns their heads to Penelope so she can further explain her accusations.

“Oh please you never did like the boy so much you even stole his girlfriend” she replies nodding towards Hermione who still have many tears on her face. 

“Please you strike me for the killing type both you Blossom’s and your weird family” Hiram spits back to the red headed girl. 

“This is so not cool guys we need to do something” Sierra says. 

“Yeah like the cops’” Tom says again 

“No, no cop’s, not until we figure who might have done it” Hiram speaks.

“We can all point fingers at each other but nothing proves either of us did it” I tell them hoping their madness would stop i haven't even had time to really wrap my head around the dead body of my best friend. 

“What about FP” Darryl Doiley speaks up from the corner of the room he’s been hiding in sense he came in after my scream. Everyone turns to look at the Doiley boy at the same time with looks that say what about him. 

“He had a knife right he held it to Fred’s throat and went all psycho doesn't that prove anything” Darryl continued 

“This is true, FP did have a weapon and is well crazy” Hiram says as a matter of fact. I roll my eyes at him. 

“No way he wouldn't .. I don’t think he would, oh my no no he couldn't” i say unsure in my own words that my boyfriend and Fred’s best friend would commit such a crime. 

“I don’t know the look in his eyes sure showed insanity” Penelope spoke

“Y/n it might be true look at the facts he was mad at Fred, he held Fred at knife point, and threatened him. It doesn’t look good for FP” Tom states

“What doesn't look good for me” FP appears in the door way of the room giving us all a fright many of us jumping at his voice. Some of our eyes wide in fear to see him in front of us hearing us talk about him. The girls Heromine, Sierra and Penelope move further away from him as they practically huddle together, Darryl and Marty look terrified, while Hiram and Tom have no expressions on their faces, then there’s me standing in the middle of everyone beside Fred’s body not knowing what to say and trying hard to keep my face a normal looking way. 

“Say hey what happened here” FP says what almost seems like a question but more of a taunt, he takes a step inside the room with his head tiled in that creepy way he does.

“Get away from us you murderer” Penelope shouts at him. 

“Hmm that’s not very nice” FP smirks deviously at her as he pulls out his knife pointing it at her “You are not very nice” he tell’s her. He looks at everyone in the room ‘In fact none of you really are. Not to me that’s for damn sure” he clicks his tongue. 

“Hey man we no what you did and its cool we wont say anything to anyone” Marty tells FP in hopes to get out of a killer situation. FP just laughs at the boys attempts. 

“FP tell them you didn't hurt Fred i know you didn't right?” i ask my own hopes rising

“We know you killed him FP” Hiram says to him

“How do we know your not the killer? huh? you like scary movies maybe your movie freak mind lost its reality button ever think of that” FP says challenging Hiram's words. Hiram scoffs. 

“Okay well if FP didn't do it and none of us did lets just call the cops” Tom says starting to walk towards the door when FP’s knife ends up nearing his face

“Na na na Keller get back” FP demands so Tom goes back to his spot by Fred’s body and near me. I look to Fred’s dead body and to FP, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me finally seeing it feeling it , that FP killed him. My eyes water as i take small slow step to FP who bares his knife still in front of him. 

“Why FP.. please tell me why” I cry slowly moving toward my killer boyfriend. 

“Why y/n! why!” he shouts manically making me jump. He turns to face the door he had just shut then back to me. 

Suddenly FP steps to me grabbing me by my throat facing me to everyone has his grip is tight on my neck keeping me in place close to him. 

“Listen FP” Sierra says trying to defuse the ticking bomb 

“No you listen you little bitch! Anyone moves and ill be happy to see what your insides look like. Takes the strength of a man to gut someone ya know” FP barks

“You all and your privileged life’s, you northsiders think your so better then everyone else!” FP shouts and his grip gets even tighter on my throat making me whimper. “Not anymore” FP drags his knife on my face as he speaks but not hard enough to cut into my skin. 

“We are sorry i’m sorry we all are sorry!” Sierra shouts

“You don’t have to do this FP let y/n go” Tom says calmly reaching his hand out

“Let her go FP” Hiram says more demanding

“Please FP you don’t have to hurt anyone” Heromine chimes in

“Oh my ” Penelope mumbles 

“Dude come on please” Darryl cries out 

“We’re sorry dude” Marty says but not enough meaning to believe it.

“If any of us made you feel less then us we are sorry if any of us picked on you we are sorry or if we made fun of you FP” Sierra speaks again apologising for everyone. And everyone’s voice rings out say yes and yeah’s agreeing to what she had said in fear for their life’s. 

“Nah” FP says then quickly spins me to face him and send’s his knife into my stomach instantly my hands go to the wound i feel the wet substance and my knees hit the floor as horror painful sounds escape my lips everyone runs to me as i turn around best i can hands red and dripping, the girls faces wet with tears the guys faces filled with horror i take one last look at my stomach hand covering it again.

“Gotcha” my head snaps up to everyone as i smile wide

“Really I’m dead no one calls the cop’s ” Fred says from the floor with his face looking towards us all. 

“What?!” everyone shouts with wide eyes and still horrified yet shocked faces all around. 

“Good job FP” Fred smiles getting up from the floor. “Man that’s tough playing dead for that long so glad no one saw me breathing when i needed to” 

“You did great man” FP smiles 

“But the blood” Hermione asks

“Corn syrup” I reply with a smile

“You are all seriously insane” Sierra says 

“That was not funny” Hiram adds sternly 

“Holy heck thank god” Tom sighs of relief 

“I can’t believe you guys” Heromine says shaking her head in dismay.

“Not cool” Marty adds 

“You had us all going” Penelope says in boredom

“Yeah” Clifford adds not making eye contact with anyone probably embarrassed that he got fooled. 

“Well can’t say you guys didn’t deserve it” FP smiles a normal smile not a creepy one at last. 

“Happy Halloween guys” Fred smiles 

“I got me one hot serial killer boyfriend” I put my arm around FP’s waist as his arm goes around my shoulder. 

“Happy Halloween” FP and i say at the same time to everyone. 

[littlebitoffanfic]

Baskets And Gifts

Fandom: Tinkerbell Characters: Bobble, Rosetta Relationship: Bobble/reader Request: Hi there, i was wondering if you could do a Bobble x Reader where reader is a Gardening fairy and she has a crush on Bobble but she's to shy to tell him so Rosetta ends up blurting it out to him.

 You flew from flower to flower, checking every one over for any issues. You smoothed out any petals which were winkled, wanting them to be perfect before painting tomorrow. You were so engulfed in your work, that you didn’t hear the approaching fairy. “you know, I think Tinkerbell said there would be a delivery today.” Rosetta appeared suddenly beside you, making you jump and nearly fall off the petals you were on. “Rosetta! I could have fallen.” You moaned as you looked down. It was a long way to the ground. “You have wings, silly.” She giggled, pulling at your wings. “Yes, but you gave me such a shock, I might not have had time to react.” You turn away from her, tugging your wings back as you fluttered to the next flower, hoping that she would drop it. But that wasn’t Rosetta. Ever since she had figured out your little crush on a certain tinker fairy. You didn’t think you were that obvious around Bobble. You two got along great, and he always stopped to talk to you. “I think you should tell him today.” She suddenly said, making your head snap to her. “Rosetta.” You whined, but she put her hand on her hip. “you two would be perfect for each other. Everyone thinks so. Please, just consider it.” She takes your hands, and you knew she wouldn’t let you get back to work until she had a response she thought was acceptable. “I’ll think about it.” You sigh, but she seemed happy enough with that response. “Good. I’m going to go see Fern. I wont be too long, then I can help you with the final checks.” She looked out over the petals before whizzing away. You rolled your eyes, before settling on another flower. It was probably the worst you had had all day, so you knelt down in the centre, setting to work. It took a little longer than normal to sort this particular one, but when you were done, you felt proud of your job. Standing up, you sort your skirt. “Hi, [y/n].” Bobble suddenly appeared next to you making you jump. And loose your footing. Falling back, you expect to fall off the edge and have to hope to god your wings stopped you from hitting the floor. But Bobble managed to grab your wrist, stopping you from even needing to worry about your wings. “Sorry!” Bobble pulled you back onto the petals with bright red cheeks. “No, its fine. Apparently Im easy to sneak up on.” You tried to laugh off, but your laugh sounded too forced. If Bobble noticed it, he didn’t say anything. He was too preoccupied looking for something. He ended up flying up a little from the flower to look around. He seemed to spot what he was looking for on the ground and flew down to it. It was certainly an odd reaction, so you followed behind him. You landed beside him as he picked up a woven basket. Probably the one you had asked him for last week. Bobble had been bringing it to you, and dropped it in favour of grabbing you from falling. But it took damage, now having a few broken strands in one side. Even your non-tinker eyes could see it would need to be done again. “Oh, im so sorry, Bobble.” You felt the guilt run through you. “Its okay. I can fix it.” Bobble waved off your concern as he inspected the damage. “You shouldn’t have to waste your time redoing something because of me.” You shook your head, scolding yourself. “Its not a waste of time.” Bobble smiled, drawing your attention back to him. “It is. Here, it will be fine. I’ll use it for the daisy petals. They are large enough to cover the holes and not fall out.” You go to reach out for the basket but Bobble pulls it out of your reach. “Sorry, miss. Cant have damaged items leaving this cart.” Bobble shook his head firmly. “But Im the reason its damaged.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Nope. Sorry. Im afraid I’ll just have to come back tomorrow with a new one.” Bobble flew to the cart, putting it in the back of the cart. “you don’t have to come back. Honestly.” You move from one foot to the other, looking away. “I… I want to come back and see you.” Bobbles words drew your gaze up to him. The second your eyes met his own, you noticed his cheeks were burning red. “Really?” You breathe, smiling slightly as you fiddle with your own fingers as your question earns a shy nod. “I’d like that.” “Great. I’ll come by about mid-day.” Bobble instantly brightens up at your answer. You were so lost in happiness that you didn’t notice Rosetta approaching, hearing the end of the conversation. “Oh good, did you finally tell him?” Rosetta appears, having picked up the petals and put them in her new basket she had already collected. “Tell me what?” Bobble asked before you could think what she meant. “About her crush on you.” Rosetta spoke up, making you stand up straight and stare at her with wide eyes. “Rosetta!” You cried out in betray. Rosetta dropped the basket out of shock as she looked at you. It was clear as you both stared at each other that she realized that she had messed up. Her hands flew up over her mouth as she looked to Bobble for a moment. the betray you felt in your stomach turned to dread as you remembered that Bobble was standing right there. “I- I’d better…” you turned on your heels and flew up to the top of the daisies. The large petals would hide you nicely as you try to figure out what the hell you were going to do. landing on them, you wrap your arms around you, shrinking into yourself. Sinking down so you were kneeling, you soothed out the small wrinkles in the petal half heartedly. You couldn’t hear the hushed voices, thinking that the other two had dispersed. Bobble would fly back to his workshop and an awkwardness would form between you both. Rosetta would probably run to your group of friends and ask what she could do. You would probably forgive her by tomorrow. You didn’t hold grudges, especially because she hadn’t done it to be nasty or mean. But that didn’t mean you didn’t plan on wallowing in self pity for the rest of the evening.

 ----------time skip ------

  You were only half concentrating on the task at hand of painting the flowers. You chose to do it by hand because you hoped it would take up most your day without having to run into Rosetta. You were just finishing a batch when you heard the familiar sounds of wheels creaking. The delivery wagon. You landed on the ground, curious as to why there was deliveries today. And you could have fainted when Bobble appeared. Cheese steered the cart right to you, squeaking happily as you instinctively petted him. “I-I thought you wouldn’t do a delivery today.” You try to sound normal, but your voice shook slightly. “I said I’d come back with a new basket.” Bobble smiles, the red in his cheeks obvious, making you wonder why. He had no reason to be embarrassed. You left Cheese at the front to go to the back of the cart as he offers you a new basket. “well, thank you. I really apricate it.” you grin, taking the basket but noticing it felt a little heavier than the normal ones. Looking inside, you were surprised to see something wooden. Reaching in, you pulled out a hand crafted wooden flower. It was small, sitting easily in your palm, but the amount of detail in the petals was incredible. It must have taken hours for him to make it. Had he made it for you? The small wooden flower was beautiful, the petals painted your favourite colour and everything. “Rosetta told me yesterday. And I-I would have liked to hear it from you. But I think we’re both to blame.” Bobble’s wings flutter nervously behind him. “How so?” you ask, drawing your attention away from the flower to look at him. “We’ll, I’d get too shy around you and couldn’t tell you how I felt. just like you.” Bobble rubs the back of his neck, rambling a little as he looked anywhere but you. But his words were not lost. You close your fingers around the flower, holding it to your chest as you try to hold back a smile. “You mean it?” You ask, trying so hard not to get your hopes up for him. You didn’t want to be heartbroken again in two days. “Yeah.” Bobble nodded, and the second his eyes met your own, he grinned. “I really like you. A lot.” You could have fainted right there and then, your face as red as roses. But something drove you forward. wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you couldn’t control the joy you felt at hearing him say such words. The flower was still clutched in your hand. Bobble let out a breathy laugh before his arms wrapped around you, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. Suddenly realizing what you had done, you felt the wave of shyness crash back on you. “Sorry.” You mumbled, pulling away a little. But Bobble makes no attempt to let you go, and even though you had pulled away a little, you didn’t want to break the contact. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, noticing how his eyes darted to your lips and back. He leaned closer and your eyes fell shut as your lips connected. You felt as though a gust of wind had carried you away into a dream land. Your wings fluttered happily as you kissed him back. The shyness was obvious in the kiss, but you hoped that it could grow just as your relationship had. “Did you get your new bask-“ Rosetta flew through the flowers, to preoccupied on counting the petals in her own before she froze at he sight of you and Bobble in each other arms. you both pulled away at the same time, cheeks blazing as Rosetta stifled a giggle behind her hand. But her eyes betrayed her. you only just managed to hold back a groan. “I’d better be getting on with the deliveries.” Bobble waved to Rosetta as he retreated to the cart. You followed him. “Do you want to maybe come back tomorrow? If you’re not too busy with deliveries.” You quickly added the last part, busying yourself with petting Cheese who had sat very well the entire time. “I think its going to be pretty busy tomorrow.” Bobble sighs, and you felt the disappointment in your chest. But he perks up. “But I could come after I finish.” “Yeah, I’d like that.” You beam at him, more excited than you had ever felt. He nodded, before waving goodbye to Rosetta and you. You watched him go, trying to figure out what you were going to do till tomorrow. The sound of fluttering wings to your right brought you out of your dream and you saw Rosetta creeping closer, looking as though she might burst with excitement. “You really have poor timing, Rosetta.” You couldn’t help but smile as you attempted to scold her. But she raced to you, wrapping her arms around you and spinning you in the air. “Oh this is great!” She squealed with excitement. “careful.” You opened your palm to make sure the flower was okay. “Ohhh, whats that? Its so pretty.” She reached out, touching the flower but didn’t take it from your palm. “Bobble made it for me. Do you think Tink has some string I could put it on?” You ask, feel a small amount of pride at the gift. “Yes! Im sure she could figure something out. Lets go now.” Rosetta grabbed your free hand and pulls you into the air. You cry her name as your wings flutter, managing to catch yourself. You flew beside her, beaming as you gushed to her. You didn’t notice Bobble watching you go, smiling widely.

[dapperfvck-arc]

@cthlicdevil​ prompted: five times kissed drabble

note: VERY LONG POST (these will all be long tbh)

I. The Devil

     John had felt him all the way back to his small rented room. While it made his skin crawl, there was something almost pleasant about it. Erotic. It was patently absurd, wasn’t it? What exactly was he expecting here? Some scene from one of those dime store romance novels featuring the female lead falling in love with a masked vigilante? Okay, maybe he wouldn’t want it to go that far. Shagging some bloke in a mask didn’t exactly do it for him. Gave the phrase anonymous sex a turn that was a bit too on the nose.

     A block from the building, John heard him come down from a fire escape. He only knew from glancing behind him and seeing the devilish silhouette. Daredevil’s footfalls were almost completely silent, light as a feline’s. John’s heartbeat was tripping. There was something about his presence that was almost cloying. John would not expect to forget him any time soon.

     John didn’t enter from the front lobby and instead chose the more private back entrance that faced an alley. He might not have at this hour. It wasn’t exactly safe, but that wasn’t exactly a problem at the moment. He was faintly surprised when Daredevil followed him all the way to the door rather than nip off the instant John got to where he needed to be.

     John leaned against the building’s brick wall and watched him. He moved like a cat too. There was more banter. Quiet, soft intimate, they were standing too close. There was something about the way he canted his head when John spoke that he found fascinating. It reminded him of something but thinking wasn’t exactly high up on his priorities at the moment. The allure of a dangerous man was far too consuming. 

     A hand placed on the side of his face hitched his breath. He knew this ritual as surely as any more esoteric. The thumb resting on his lower lip wasn’t exactly subtle. There were no words in this moment, only body language. John’s lips parted, he leaned into the palm, he settled a hand on his leather clad hip and urged him closer. 

     “Please,” John breathed anyway.

     For a split second it was madness, wildly surreal, and then they were kissing, and nothing else seemed to matter that much. It was a soft but certain touch that was soon to become hungry. He kissed like the world was ending, and as far as John was concerned the world around them barely existed.The hand on the Devil’s hip had become an arm round his waist, pulling him in, eliminating the space between them.

     Of course he couldn’t end this like he wanted. Hell, like they probably both wanted. Instead, Daredevil sighed the name of a restaurant of all the bloody things against his mouth between kisses. He didn’t seem too keen on making a no doubt dramatic exit just yet.

     “How will I know -- ?” The question was asked languidly, half a sentence smothered by fevered kisses.

     “Don’t worry. I’d recognize you blind, darling.” The Devil laughed quietly at his own private joke.

II. The Man

     He was terribly charming. It was really quite unfair. His smiles made John’s heart skip a beat, and sometimes he had to remind himself that this was the same man he’d copped off with in a dark alley. It wasn’t quite night and day. That wasn’t the right comparison, but no one would connect Matt Murdock to Daredevil readily. For one very obvious reason: He was blind, explaining very succinctly that cat-like tendency to cant his head when someone was talking. 

     A flash of deja vu after dinner. Matt was coming back to his once again, though this time not via rooftop. He all but sat on his lap in the back of the cab, face pressed against the side of his neck, mumbling something about John smelling amazing. He was really glad he’d bothered with cologne if this was the reaction he got. 

     Another flash as if time were just a mobius strip of similar moments. The brick was rough as he was pressed back against it and so was Matt. Less gentle or exploratory this time, he was considerably more passionate, though John may have melted against him when he murmured ‘𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒌?’

     “Brilliant, luv,” John didn’t mind it one bit, but then -- There was very little he didn’t enjoy. “Y’wanna come up f’a drink?”

III. The Night

     John’s under him, back arched, legs securely wrapped around his waist. Words were long gone to John aside from incoherent praise and vulgarities. Matt’s fucking him, true, with all the primitive connotations that went with the word, but there was something deeply intimate about it. He wasn’t just sinking his cock deep inside of him, plumbing his body again and again, but seeming intent on drowning in him. His hands were busy, his mouth open against his pulse.  

     Eyes rolled back, John saw little, he was given over completely to sensation, and it pulsed through him like a second pulsebeat. His fingers were curved against his back, digging into flesh, blunt nails biting hard. Some distant part of him knew he was begging, for more, for Matt not to stop, for it 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 to stop, because this was his favourite part. Standing on the precipice, wind at his back, ready to take the plunge. There was a reason why the French referred to it as another kind of death. 

      The light from the moon and street down below picked out bright highlights of scarlet in his hair, reminding him of the night before. The Devil in his bed -- There was a certain irony to that given who he was. John threaded his fingers through those strands, tender in contrast to the intensity of this heady moment. He tugged gently at his hair, pulling his face up to look into his eyes. There was something tranquil about his gaze though it didn’t see him -- Or maybe he could, in a deeper sense than mere vision. 

     “Kiss me,” John whimpered softly even as he drew him back down, lips parted slick, tremulous breath humid and inviting.

IV. The Day

     He’d gone out to pick up breakfast. John had woken up craving bagels and lox, and didn’t think twice about picking up the same for Matt. He picked up coffee as well and ended up standing in two very long lines for his trouble, which was an easy explanation for how a fifteen minute absence had turned into a forty-five minute venture.

     Upon returning to his tiny rental, he found Matt dressing. He looked upset for the moment before his head turned and it was almost eerie how he always seemed to know exactly where he was. It didn’t take a detective to deduce what was going on here. Matt must have figured John had cut and run. A queer feeling burned in his chest, like someone had reached in and squeezed his heart tight in their fist.

      He put aside the bag of food and cardboard carrier of coffees and went to him. John pulled him into an embrace and stroked his hair as lovingly as when Matt had been inside of him. A lingering kiss was shared in hopes to sooth whatever anxieties he’d inadvertently stirred up.

     “I’m sorry, luv. Wanted t’get us breakfast, yeah? Didn’t think you’d be up before I got back.”

V. Call & Response

     John shook his head, chop sticks in his mouth. They were sitting on the floor of Matt’s flat. He’d spent the past few weeks here as often as work allowed them to see one another. Matt’s tone had been light when he’d asked the very important question. 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆?

     “Nah, ain’t been interested, why? Y’think I should be?”

    Matt just laughed and pulled him for a quick kiss. He tasted like sesame and  satay sauce. Matt squeezed his thigh gently before pulling back. There a certain amount of self-satisfaction on his face. It was a good look. Matt didn’t really smile as much as John wished he would. At least, it didn’t meet his eyes that often.

     He didn’t bother asking the same of Matt. They always spoke best without words anyway.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Qi Flows for Her

Chapter Two

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC x Bucky Barnes  |  Word Count: 5561 Warnings: Swearing

Celine stood on the pinnacle of the pretty bridge, staring out at the beauty of Central Park. Evening was falling, her favourite time of day. Long shadows were beginning to coat the buildings beyond the trees and deepened the ones beneath the foliage. The sound of the water under the bridge soothed her anxiety. The two males with her helped as well.

Peter was full of energy, vitality, and fun. Just like his aura, he bubbled with excitement.

It lifted her spirits.

Bucky, too, took her mind off of the drama which was likely unfolding high above in the tower. One would never know to look at him that he was from a different era. He fit quite well into this one. He laughed and joked with Peter about current sports teams and relevant celebrities. Even with the dark aura which hung around him, he had a soothing presence.

When Peter’s phone rang and he sighed, his aura dimming, she knew he was being called home. The little spider was still in high school and had other obligations. He covered his involvement with the Avengers, and as Spider-Man, by saying he was interning with Tony after having won some sort of scholarship. From what she'd seen of his intelligence, it was a good misdirection.

“It is alright, Peter. I am certain I will be here at least a few days.” If this alliance didn’t work out, she would make sure she got to say goodbye before she left. “Will you do me a favour, little spider?”

“Name it, Celine!”

She touched his cheek. “I would rather people not know about my… preferred food source. Can we keep the vampire comments between us?”

His face fell, the thought sobering, but he nodded. “I understand.”

His emotions rippled through his aura. She could feel his disappointment, both in keeping her secret and in how the others had reacted to her. Cupping his chin, she tilted his face up. “Peter, I am fine.” It wasn’t the first time others had reacted poorly to her.

“It's just… not fair. You’re on our side.”

“Hey, pal.” Bucky laid a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Steve and I’ll look after Celine and help her fit in. This isn’t going to go there. This ain’t ending up another battle at the airport.”

“Promise?” He looked to Bucky.

Celine frowned, not really understanding the spiking emotions of the two males or the subtle nuances.

“Promise, pal.”

Peter heaved a sigh but smiled and nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few days. If I’m not home in thirty Aunt May is gonna freak.” He took off at a run with a wave.

“Will he make it alright?” Celine asked.

“Parker?” Bucky chuckled. “He’s the web-slinger. He’ll make it.”

Celine leaned back against the edge of the bridge, resting her hands beside her hips. “What did I miss in that exchange?”

He sighed, leaning beside her. “When things went bad after the accords, it split the team. Steve and I were on one side. Peter was on Tony’s. After, when things settled down, and we all made peace, Peter got real attached to Steve. Pretty sure the kid didn’t want to watch the two of them go at it over you, so when he asked to come with…” Bucky shrugged.

Celine brought a hand to her mouth. “I told Charles… I’m not the right choice for this,” she whispered, shaking her head sadly.

“Hey now, it ain’t like that.” His fingers lightly touched the back of her hand.

She looked up to find his eyes full of kindness. “I can't let Wanda in. I can’t, Bucky. There are… things about me which I do not wish to have known. But I am not a danger to your team.”

“Dollface, I know all about people fuckin’ with your head. If you don’t want her running around upstairs, you ain’t gonna hear me protest.”

“Says the man most suspicious of my arrival.”

“Hey! I… that ain’t fair,” he grumbled, eyes twinkling. “I didn’t know you then.”

“You don’t know me now,” she said, pressing away from the railing and sauntering deeper into the park.

“I know no woman in her right mind would wear shoes like that to walk through the park.”

Grinning over her shoulder, she kicked up a foot. “These old things? You’d be surprised what I can do in a pair of stilettos.” There was an intense spike in his libido which she chose to ignore. This was her team now. She wasn’t going to feed on her team no matter how hungry they made her.

Both super soldiers had stirred something inside her with their initial meeting. The first brush of fingers had jolted through her, built a fire, and brought forth her innate sexuality. They made her hungry with so little effort. Sexual desire was not something she’d felt in many years.

It made her flirty. Too flirty. Dialling it back, Celine tucked her hands in her pockets.

His hand closed around her elbow. “Celine, I meant what I said to Peter. You do belong here. Steve and I will make sure the others see that too.”

She blinked at the determination she found in the set of his jaw. “Thank you, Bucky. I have… difficulty adjusting to new environments.”

“You okay, doll? You seem…” He shook his head.

She pulled her arm gently from his hold and walked on. “I have been a freak of nature since I was twelve. It should not surprise me when people fear and abhor me, but it still does. Peter’s easy acceptance, yours, and Steve’s… it’s unsettling. The only others who have been so accepting are Charles, Rogue, and Logan.”

“You ain’t no better or worse than the next person, Celine. Just cause you’re different doesn’t make you a freak.”

She laughed, the sound full of disbelief. “You do not yet understand, but you will. When you see… when you see what I am… and can say those words, mean those words, then perhaps I will believe you.”

“Celine,” he said, voice full of shock and aura full of sadness.

Turning her head, she smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. “It is alright, Bucky. I am used to being alone. If the team chooses to let me stay without demanding to look through my head, I will fight alongside you. But I do not expect you to be comfortable with me. I am not like you.” She motioned with her chin toward the tower. “Steve approaches.” Not yet willing to find out how badly she’d been rejected, Celine walked the other way to sit on a bench far enough from the two soldiers to give them privacy to speak.

***

Bucky had not felt this powerless since his time with Hydra.

Celine, this gorgeous, strong woman, one who sustained her own life off the emotions of others, was so clearly fragile and so deeply scarred he wanted nothing more than to drag her into a hug so tight, she would feel safe and protected for the rest of her life.

What had happened in the tower, that shit couldn’t happen again.

“Steve,” he said when the blond stopped at his side. “You rip Tony a new one?”

“Yeah. He’s really got to stop pulling this stuff,” Steve sighed, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

“He come down off his high horse, or he still demanding Wanda vet Celine?”

“Less of a comedown, more of a knocked off. Wanda won’t do it. I guess can’t do it is more the issue. Celine has shields the likes of which Wanda ain’t ever seen before. She’d barely approached Celine’s mind, and Celine noticed.”

“She belongs here, Steve. I promised Parker we’d look after her.”

Steve’s brow arched. “Weren’t you the one saying you didn’t like this idea?”

“Yeah, well, opinions can change. Celine… she needs us.” He didn’t know how he knew, he just did. “She’s… fragile, pal. For all her power, she’s broken inside. She expects us to work with her but not work with her, ya know? Just ghost along on the outskirts of the team.”

Steve glanced her way, noticing how her eyes were closed, her face tilted to the last rays of the sun. She was, truly, incredibly beautiful. Even here in the park, she was drawing eyes. “What she tell you?”

“Just that the only ones who trusted her were Charles, Rogue, and Logan. The fact that you, me, and Peter didn’t bat an eye threw her. She’s apparently used to being alone.”

“What?” Steve couldn’t believe it.

Bucky shrugged. “No matter what happens on this next mission, whatever she reveals herself as, we can’t let it phase us. I got a weird feeling, a gut feeling. She needs us.” His gut feelings back in the day used to be the ones that kept them out of the worst spots of trouble.

“I’m with you, pal.”

“You’d better be, punk.”

They smirked at each other before heading for Celine.

“So, it appears I am not banished from the team after all,” she called out once they were closer.

“Nah, you ain’t getting rid of us that easy.” She opened her eyes once they stood before her, and Bucky had his breath catch. “C’mon. You said you like food. It’s nearly dinner time, and Wanda was cooking tonight.”

She took his outstretched hand. The same jolt from the contact raced up his arm as before when he tugged her to her feet.

“What is the catch, Steve?” she asked once she was upright.

“How do you keep…?” He shook his head, a wry smile spreading across his lips. “Shoot. Am I that easy to read?”

“Like a book, Cap,” she chuckled. “You must be rubbish at poker.”

“Rubbish?” Bucky snickered.

Celine shrugged. “Charles is rather English. Some of his lingo stuck. It means Steve must suck something fierce at cards.”

“Hey, now! I’m not that bad!” the blond super soldier protested.

“Yeah, you are,” Bucky laughed.

“Big jerk.”

“Scrawny punk!”

Celine snickered. “How is this,” she flicked her hand like a game show hostess down Steve’s chest, “scrawny?”

“He was smaller than a flea before he let the Army jack him full of steroids,” Bucky said. “Thought I told you not to do anything stupid?”

“And I told you, you took all the stupid with you. There was no stupid left. Therefore what I did was patriotic.”

She burst out laughing as they crossed the street. “Are you two always like this?”

“Yes,” they said together.

Celine continued to laugh as she turned away from the main doors to the tower.

“That’s the wrong way,” Bucky called out.

She threw a grin over her shoulder. “As I have two such strong men at my disposal, why not get assistance with my luggage?”

Her walk had a distinct tone of sass to it Bucky preferred to the sadness she’d walked in earlier. He glanced at Steve and muttered, “I feel played. Do you feel played?”

“Don’t hate the player!” Celine called as she entered the parking garage.

Squealing tires had Bucky and Steve looking to the left, but Celine was already striding toward her car and never saw him coming until the lights from the speeding vehicle blinded her. She threw up her arms, and her power burst to life around her, but not soon enough to stop the speeding truck from slamming into her side and throwing her through the air.

“Celine!” Bucky and Steve yelled, racing toward her.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” The driver was out of his vehicle, cellphone in hand.

Ignoring him for the moment, Steve and Bucky knelt to either side of the crumpled form of Celine. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she groaned.

“Doll? You okay? Just lie still. We’ll get some help.” Bucky pressed his hand gingerly down on her shoulder.

“I’m fine,” she said, batting at his hand.

“You just got hit by a truck! You ain’t fine.” Steve glared at the man who was continuing to babble about not seeing her and the coffee he’d spilled in his lap had distracted him.

“Bucky. Steve, I’m fine,” she reiterated, sitting up against Bucky’s pressing hand. “Just help me up.”

They both gaped at her before each took a hand and lifted her gingerly to her feet.

“Broke my favourite pair of shoes,” she muttered.

“That’s it?” Bucky gasped. “A shoe? You got hit by a truck, and it broke your shoe?”

She blinked at him. “Um… yes?”

“Jesus!” He threw up his hands, turned toward the driver and pointed. “Get the fuck out of here, and slow the fuck down!” The man was one he recognized from the tower, though Bucky wasn’t sure which department he was in. “You’re damn lucky she’s enhanced our you likely would have killed her!”

“Yes, sir!” the man scrambled to obey. “I’m really sorry, ma’am!” he shouted as he got in his truck and practically crawled out of the building.

Celine’s knees wobbled, and Steve grabbed her around the waist. “You sure you’re okay? We should let Bruce check you out.”

She patted his shoulders and pulled away. “Totally fine, promise. I’ve been hit with worse, and far harder.” She walked away, stopping only to take her shoes off and place them in a garbage can.

She got three inches shorter, and Bucky could have groaned. There was nothing better in his opinion than a woman with curves who would fit nicely beneath his chin. Celine checked all those boxes. From the look on Steve’s face, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.

She popped the trunk on her nearby car, pulled out two large suitcases and a third smaller one. From inside that one, she tugged a new pair of shoes.

“Do not tell us that one is just shoes.”

She glanced at Steve and smiled a secret smile but didn’t reply as she brushed off her feet and slipped into the new, shorter set of heels. Her pants had torn at the thigh, giving Bucky a flash of delicate flesh, and the back of her jacket was dirty, but she looked relatively unscathed for someone who’d taken a licking by a pick-up truck. “What’s not in your file, Celine?”

Her grip on the strap of the smaller suitcase she’d placed on her shoulder tightened. “Because I channel chi as I do, I am stronger, faster, and can hear better than your average human. I also… live longer.”

“How can you be certain?” Steve asked.

“I have not aged in twenty years.”

“What?” Bucky asked, stunned.

She simply shrugged. “I do not know how it works, or if I will age, or when. But I am very hard to injure.”

The two soldiers exchanged wry smiles. “Shit, doll. You’re more like us than we realized.”

“Except for the whole not needing to eat thing. I’m starving,” Steve chuckled, grabbing up one suitcase.

Bucky took the other. “Me too.”

“I could eat.” She blushed when they both looked at her. “Um, real food. I won’t need to feed for a few days.”

“We should have a mission by then. That work for you?” Steve asked.

Bucky watched something, a flicker of emotion he couldn’t place, spark in her eyes before she hid them behind her lashes.

“Yes, that will be fine.” Celine nodded, shut the trunk of her car, and followed them to the lobby entrance.

***

She stood within the confines of her suite of rooms and blinked in shock. “Here? This is… here?”

“What? Not up to X-men standards?” Bucky teased.

“We’ll have to tell Tony there’s something better somewhere else.” Steve chuckled.

Horrified, Celine shook her head and walked deeper into the sitting room. “No! That isn't what I meant at all! When I still lived at the Manor, we each have a room, but this is…” She ran out of words and just waved a limp hand.

The main space consisted of a seating area with couches, chairs, and an entertainment center. The wall across from her was all windows with a glass topped desk taking in the view of New York. There was a small kitchenette off to one side, a half fridge, sink, and cabinets. Through the open door, she caught a glimpse of a wide white bed, thick and plush and piled with pillows. A woman would feel like a Queen sleeping among the cloudlike softness promised in all that plush.

Gliding toward the windows, she let her case of shoes fall from her shoulder with a small thump. The walls were decorated in soothing colours. Paintings by various impressionist artists, ones she’d always adored hung around the room. She wondered briefly if Charles had made mention of her preference as it was something he would do.

She touched the soft cotton sheer which hung against the window. “It’s more than I expected.” Celine turned and smiled at the two soldiers standing together across the room. They exchanged a glance, one which she couldn’t decipher before two sets of stunning blue eyes returned to assess her.

“You want to change before dinner, Celine? You’re a bit… mussed.” Steve rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, a light blush of colour rising in his cheeks.

It hit her as being one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen. The big, strong soldier turning shy on her. She nodded, and they moved together before she could say any more to take her cases into the bedroom where she watched them toss them on the bed like they weighed nothing. The action caused the flare of desire to hit her a third time. Their strength was highly attractive.

When her hair fell forward over her shoulder, she glanced at it, noticed the way it was beginning to go from straight to wavy, and took a firm grip on her libido.

Working with these two could prove to be difficult.

She focused on her breathing, calming her rising sensuality and dialled back on her appeal until the wave fell out of her hair. When she looked up, she found them watching her. “What?”

“Something wrong?” Bucky asked.

She took the shades which still rode her head out of her hair and tilted her chin up as she set them on the dresser. “Not that I am aware of. If you gentlemen will excuse me.” She motioned toward the door.

They exchanged another one of those looks before they left, shutting her in the room alone. Clearly, they knew each other very well as that silent form of communication was powerful. Their auras fluctuated in concert with one another, showing deep friendship and loyalty. Steve and Bucky were brothers in the truest sense of the word. Related by blood or not, they were bound together at the deepest level. She’d only ever seen such connection in twins.

Celine walked gingerly across the room, proud of herself for holding it together as well as she had been. She wasn’t fine after getting hit by the truck. She had expended an enormous amount of energy to keep herself safe, but she hadn’t been fast enough. She had lied when she’d said she didn’t need to feed for a few days. She needed to feed now and eating with the team would do nothing but prolong her agony. Tonight, she needed to get out. Hunt. Appease the pain in her middle before anyone noticed.

Opening her case, she pulled out a loose, emerald green dress, stripped off her clothes, and walked naked into the bathroom where she lifted her hair and turned to see her back. Bruises ran the length of her spine and more covered her hip where the truck had connected. “Fuck,” she hissed softly, aware of the powerful ears of the super soldiers beyond the door. This was not good.

Celine pulled the sundress over her head. It floated down around her. Its handkerchief hem swirling in points about her calves. Spaghetti straps held it up, the silk clinging to her curves and highlighting her breasts and returned to the bedroom for a short-sleeved sweater. It didn’t seem to matter what she wore, everything screamed sex due to her nature, but the light cardigan adequately covered the bruises on her upper back. Still, she left her hair down, adding another layer of protection to make it through the next few hours.

Before opening the door, she knelt to the floor and pressed her hand to the carpet, allowing her consciousness to flow down. She sought out anyone nearby she could extract a little chi from to get through dinner, but there was no one close enough except for those upon this floor. The building fairly hummed with life, but there were too many floors between her and them.

Gritting her teeth, Celine pushed to her feet, pasted on a smile, and walked out of the bedroom. She would do dinner, show no weakness, then see about getting out of here for a few hours.

***

Dinner had been far harder than she'd expected. Especially as she never did get to eat.

Wanda had pulled her aside the moment the three of them appeared, apologizing profusely for her part in what had happened. The contrition and guilt in the Scarlet Witch’s aura proved her words true.

Celine had accepted graciously, assuring Wanda there were no hard feelings. She was merely doing what had been asked of her.

Bruce had approached afterward, having heard from Steve and Bucky about her run-in with the truck. He'd bombarded her with questions, getting rather intense as his excitement in her uniqueness grew.

She was saved by, of all people, Stark, who took her by the elbow and overrode every protest Bruce made.

Tony had tugged her across the room, seating her at the bar where he'd flirted, being both contrite and condescending, his emotions and aura showing what he really felt for her. He was wary. He didn't trust she wasn't there to cause problems. He wasn't sure this alliance would work or was a good idea. And, though he looked at her and lusted, she was inhuman, the term the Avengers had been using for a mutant.

How right he was.

She was inhuman. So far removed from humanity they had now become her food source.

When he grew even more intense than Bruce had been, his snide, backhanded compliments beginning to sting, Celine lightly placed her hand on his, leaned forward and turned on her appeal. “I find you to be a highly condescending, swine of a man. As an empath, it is impossible to lie to me. Your false compliments and fake apology leave a foul taste in my mouth. You do not like, nor trust me. Fine. I am here at the request of Charles. His wishes mean far more to me than yours. You do not wish to take my word for it, but I mean this team no harm. I am here to work with you, but if you continue to work against me, I will not hesitate to knock you on your ass… Iron Man.”

He’d blinked a few times when the fog of lust she’d built around him evaporated, and the words she’d spoken registered. Then, surprisingly, he’d laughed. What negative emotions had warred in his aura changed, and the suspicion disappeared.

“About time you stood up for yourself.” He’d patted her hand and walked away, leaving her seat at the bar in shock.

It had been a test. How in the hell had he managed to make his aura appear so…? Her eyes drifted to the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda looked very guilty.

Rising from the bar stool, Celine stalked through the exterior doors. She was livid! They couldn’t probe her mind, so they devised another test to see if she was what she claimed to be.

How quaint! How contrite! How.... ingenious.

She couldn't stay mad when it truly had been a brilliant bit of manipulation and sighed when she walked to the railing to look out over the dark city. All the life which flowed below called to her. She could practically taste it.

“Natasha,” Celine murmured, not bothering to look at the woman who sidled up beside her.

The redhead studied her for a long moment. “What are you?”

Celine cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

“An Energy Vampire you said, but what you just did to Tony had nothing to do with chi.”

Observant. Spy.

Celine blinked slowly, continuing to hold the muted green gaze of the woman. “He was being rude. I simply set him straight.”

Her brow arched, disbelief coating her features. “Can you mesmerize people like in the vampire legends?”

Celine closed both hands over the guardrail. “Not in the way you are thinking.” She could alter memories of herself for those she'd fed on, and she could whip them into such a frenzied need, such a pool of lust they would walk off the edge of the building if she commanded it, but she could not take over their mind with a look. Once she let them go, their mind was theirs again.

Natasha stepped closer, the suspicion on her turning her aura into a beacon of red, blue, and yellow pulsing light.

Hunger had Celine’s hands clenching.

“I’m telling you right now, you do anything to endanger this team, I’ll gut you like a fish.”

“You are welcome to try, Widow, but you do not yet know who you are up against,” Celine warned.

“Why don’t you tell me then?” The muted green had turned harsh, challenging.

Celine hated being challenged. She knew exactly who she was, but if the Widow was so curious... “My name is Celine Ena. It was given to me by Charles when I was fifteen. It means fiery moon for darkness is my bedmate and the fire of chi my lifeblood.” Her skin began to glow, shimmer with her power as her hair began to curl. “Energy vampire was the moniker give me by the children I grew up with when their fear of me became great.” Natasha’s eyes widened, and Celine knew hers had begun to glimmer and spark with gold as the amber lightened in her irises. “But my chosen name, my X-men name, is known only to a select few.” Leaning down, she whispered near Natasha’s ear.

The redhead stumbled back away from her, and Celine straightened slowly.

“You hurt anyone on this team…” Natasha trailed off.

“Why would I hurt my own team? I have already told you, I do not feed on teammates. Steve, Bucky, and Peter have been most welcoming and kind.”

“And the rest of us?”

“You have shown me only fear and distrust. I will do my job, be here, work as part of this team, but I cannot change the minds of those who see me only as a monster. Who look at me with hate and disgust as you currently do. I am what I am. I had no choice in the matter. Yet, you would see me caged and collared because of something which was not my doing.” Celine sighed. “It matters not. I am here, and until Charles calls me home, I will stay.” She walked away, heading around the side of the building.

“Where are you going?” Natasha called.

“I require a walk. I do not require food.” And she was done dealing with people who saw her as a threat, or an experiment, or a challenge.

“You can’t leave.”

She jerked to a stop and peered through narrowed eyes over her shoulder. “Excuse me?”

“Didn’t Steve tell you? It was the deal made. You won’t let Wanda vet you, you have to stay where we can keep an eye on you. You’re on house arrest, Celine, until we’re satisfied we can trust you.”

She slowly closed her fists. Here, now, was the catch Steve had, indeed, failed to mention. What the hell was she going to do? “I see.” Celine headed back through the doors to the interior of the building and straight for the elevator.

“Celine?” Steve called out, jogging over with a smile on his face. “Where are you going?”

“As I’m being treated like a teenager, I thought I would go sulk in my room like one,” she snapped.

He had the decency to flinch. “Yeah, sorry about that. I meant to tell you, but… stuff happened.”

She shook her head. “I will not say it is fine. It isn’t. You treat me like an enemy. The fox who has snuck into the hen house. I mean none of you harm, yet you persist in testing me, probing at me, treating me as a thing to be mistrusted. I am a person, no matter how much my mutation has taken from me!” When he tried to take her arm, she jerked away, raked her gaze over the group in general, and walked out, getting on the elevator to return to her room.

Only once the doors closed did she lean against the wall and allow the single, heart-wrenching sob to slip from her lips. “Why, Charles? Why did you have to send... me?”

She was so tired of being hated and feared and loathed.

So very tired.

***

Bucky stormed over to Steve. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to find out.” Steve glared at Natasha as he stomped across the room. “What did you say to her?”

She didn’t even twitch in the face of his rage. “Standard greeting.”

“In other words, you threatened her. God damn it, Natasha!” Steve barked. “We’re trying to improve relations, not start a war!”

Her face closed down. “I’m not the one you need to be concerned with!”

“Celine is part of this team!”

“She shouldn’t be!” Natasha snarled.

Stunned, Steve took an involuntary step back. “Since when did you become so cynical?”

“Since I found out who she really is!” She pushed past Steve to look at the rest of them. “We should be sending her packing with a thanks, no thanks, back to Xavier.”

“Natalia! What the fuck’s wrong with you? Celine is nice. At least give her a chance,” Bucky stated.

She sneered at him. “You don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what?” asked Steve.

“She’s not just a Qi Manipulator or an Energy Vampire. She’s so much more, and you two are letting her live in the lion’s den!”

“Natalia, ob"yasnis'!” Bucky snapped.

“Explain myself? Sure, Barnes. I’ll explain myself. She’s the one they call Styx!”

The only one to react was Clint who sat straight up. “She’s Styx?”

“What is a Sticks?” asked Thor.

A frustrated growl left Nat’s chest. “None of you read the files on the X-men, did you?”

“I read it, but I don’t remember a Sticks,” Bucky grumbled.

“Nor I,” said Wanda.

“Styx, like the river goddess of ancient Greek mythology. The mutant whose moniker is denoted by that name is said to be called this name because all life flows through her. She is, essentially, the gateway to the afterlife.” Vision recited.

“That’s it?” Steve asked.

“Styx has remained a mystery for most of her existence as an X-men. She prefers to work alone, under cover of darkness. It is said only that she can sweep a building within minutes, leaving behind severely weakened or dead agents in her wake. It is said she can look at a man and see his life, his soul, then she chooses. Life… or death.”

“Cool.”

They all turned to look at Scott.

“What?” he shrugged a shoulder. “If she’s so powerful, isn’t it better to have her on our side instead of against it?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Sam sighed, shaking his head, “but the bug is right. She seems nice enough, maybe a little cool, but we haven’t exactly been welcoming either.”

“She’s lonely.” Wanda looked away when all eyes swung to her. “I could pick up her emotions a little when she was speaking with Tony.”

“Wanda’s right. Celine expected us to turn on her. It’s what everyone does. She said as much when she was with Peter and me in the park. This shit right here,” Bucky motioned to the room, “is fucked up. We’re supposed to a team, but all some of you have done is make her feel like shit. Well done.” Turning on his heel, Bucky walked away.

“Someone’s smitten,” Natasha snorted.

“Nat,” Steve said, waiting for her to look at him. “You’re acting like a bitch.” Her eyes widened as the others gasped. “You got issues? You got insecurities? You got a problem with her being here? Then solve it, because Celine is going to be here for the foreseeable future. Xavier wants this to work, I want this to work, and Stark you were pushing for it too. Stop testing her!” He glared at Tony.

“I’d just feel better if Wanda could…” Tony sighed, flicking a wrist in dismissal. “I’ll fix it.”

“Good.” Steve looked around the room at all the contrite faces. “She’s here. She’s staying. Get it together.” Without another word, he followed Bucky out of the room.  

Next Chapter

[thatone-yurionice-writer]

Um... Hi! I really don't know wether you are taking requests or not, but in case you are: How would Victor, Yuuri & Chris react if them partner broke up with them bc she thinks she's not enough for someone like them. I adore your writing! It's fantastic!

this is what i needed coming back into writing! also, i wanna make these into some actual fics so keep your eyes peeled for that! 

tomorrow i have my last HSC exam and that means i will have offically finished high school so i have more time now! xx

VIKTOR 

he is so shocked 

he doesnt understand 

you dont tell him why you broke up with him, just something along the lines of “I’m not the right perosn for you”

which confuses him so much 

not the right person??? you were perfect and everything he could ever want in a person 

he tries to do the traditional 21st century form of moving on, y’know, deleting pictures on his phone 

he cant do it 

he tries to delete some

he keeps the one that bring back the most memories 

his favourites:

a picture of the two of you taken by paparazzi, you were dressed up for the cold russian weather and holding a steaming coffee in a gloved hand, he stood beside you with his hand resting on your lower back as he walked you through the street, his glasses were on - an atempt to hide his identity even though he knew there was truly no way to hide - although it was hard to see your features, it was that very thing that made him keep it, it wasnt you posing, it was you just … being you, the person he missed.

three pictures he took with you in front of the skating rink before training, one where the both of you were grinning, the second of him kissing your cheek with your surprised face before the third of a kiss between the two of you.

the last picture he kept was another paparazzi shot from when you had returned to russia after a trip of the moment you both found each other in the airport in a warm embrace

he finds himself writing a long paragrah to you to ask what went wrong between the two of you that he wants to send before deleting the text and going back to sleep

his routines lack surprise 

the pieces he choses to skate to entail hints to his heartbreak, at times making it vague through Scorri, fiume eterno from Il tabarro being about a father dealing with his wife infidelity and death of his child, and other times chosing not to hide it with On My Own from Les Miserables

he is secretly waiting for the day, the chance, for you two to have a second chance.

one night viktor calls you to ask about why you left him, he needed to know

CHRIS

boi

he acted chill

he was NOT chill

he feared it was his flirtacious nature 

he wasnt himself

to people who were not close friends with him he seemed completly fine and normal, but close friends know that chris feels things very deeply

he calls viktor when he needs to vent

he calls whoever he trusts most 

on days when he’s feeling down about it he goes to call you only to remember that he cant do that 

it kills him

his coach notices that his performance is no where near hoe it used to be

chris brushes the comments from his coach off

he doesnt want to admit how much it hurts

he scrolls through the texts between the two of you

he calls you one day saying how he wanted to talk

you agree to a coffee

you admit why you did what you did

as soon as he hears that you felt you werent good enough his heart drops 

you were perfect

he immediatley assures you 

he reaches out for your hand and promises you that you were everything he could ever want in someone 

he sees your eyes water 

he wipes away your tears and holds you close

he never wanted you to feel this way

ever 

he promises to be better for you so you never feel insecure about being with him

you both agree to work through this and see if you want to get back together

you do

YUURI 

you knew you couldnt just drop him with no explanation 

you knew you would have to sit him down and explain everything

you knew of his tendancy to overanalyse and you did not want him to blame himself

no way

this was your fault and you didnt want him to think any different

you knew he was nervous as soon as you told him you wanted to chat about things

he was obviously anxious 

which only made you feel worse 

how could you do this to him?

you were horrible 

you reassured him and told him it was okay

you explained that you felt as though you didnt feel as you were good enough for him

 s h a t t e r 

his brain just shattered

reality to he was pretty sure 

was this a dream?

had to be

maybe he should pinch himself?

thats probably awkward dont do that 

he just stared at you blankly for a while

you were almost concerned he was having a stroke 

before you could ask him if he was okay he snapped back into reality and had started laughing

what?

is this boy insane?

he couldnt believe it 

you?

you thought you werent good enough?

of all people?

so this is what it must feel like to be on the other side of this 

he calmed down when he saw the confused look on her face and reached out to give you a hug

“you’re funny, (your name)”

“i - im not joking, im being serious here.”

he cant actually even, he just hugs you tigher and whispers “you’ll always be so special to me.”

[golfyball]

If you can’t stand the heat….

No traffic yesterday. For the first time in a long time, my journey north was pretty much unhampered. More often than not, there’s a hold up somewhere – usually around the M5/M6, so it was a pleasant surprise to arrive earlier than normal – although I suppose that just means more time in the office.

I’ve got plenty going on as it happens, so that’s helpful at the moment. In fact, I might be about to shift roles ever so slightly. More on that if it happens, but I’ve got my big-boy trousers to hand should they be required.

In house news, we’ve started thinking seriously about the re-work of the Kitchen. This is such a first world problem, but all the same. It’s 15 years old, and while that’s not bad, and it’s not awful, and in fact neither is it terrible, it really is in need of some TLC. There’s always been a few things I don’t like about it, and so this is going to be the opportunity to put those things right and fix a few other things in the process.

However – this has a knock-on effect that has required negotiation and I’m starting to succumb to Mrs G’s wishes. It all revolves around me wanting to knock the kitchen and the dining room into one – I’ve been saying this since we bought the house, but Mrs G has been adamant that if we do that, the door between the living room and the dining room has to be blocked off; which was something I didn’t want to do. She’s wearing me down though and frankly, for my own sanity, I need to get the kitchen round the right way. We’re coming round to having a bookcase across the doorway in the living room (so blocking it off, but not replastering it out of existence; just in case we want to reverse that decision) and possibly a Welsh dresser (or similar) across the other side of this doorway in the dining room/kitchen…. I can hear the cost going up.

Where it will get expensive, is the new kitchen itself. While we don’t need to do the entire thing, new worktops, will lead to new cupboards, which will lead to a new hob/cooker, which will lead to a new dishwasher, which will lead to a new sink, will lead to new floor most likely…. meaning we’ll end up doing the whole thing.

We’ve been here before. There was that time that I peeled a tiny piece of wallpaper off the living room wall, to see how it would look if was a plain wall. That ended up costing me an entire new living room, including sofas, bookcases and a wooden floor throughout most of the ground floor. So this time, softly slowly, catchy monkey.

I did take an enormous risk last year when I bought a new fridge, but I think I got away with it. I only had to remove one cupboard, but that could have so easily tipped into a new kitchen… Anyone who owns a house will know, it’s a bit like painting the fourth bridge. Rarely do you get to a point where everything is done and doesn’t need anything changing or anything maintaining.

Having heard a few horror stories, I’m not going to shop at B&Q for a kitchen, but I have been quite taken with the simplicity of some of the Ikea options. I’ll keep looking though. The right thing is out there somewhere, and when I find it, then the flood gates will open and a lot of work will ensue.

Now. My evening’s entertainment last night, was a cinema trip to see what was new. I had considered (as I did last week) another trip to see 1917 or The Gentlemen, but then this week, there’s also Jumanji (I’m too old for that), Bad Boys for Life (I need to go back and watch the other two), Just Mercy (underdog lawyer movie) or Bombshell (the #metoo movie) or a last minute addition, a BBC Children in Need preview of The Personal History of David Copperfield. Have a guess what I chose…??

Well. A) It’s for a good cause, and B) It says here….

Master satirist Armando Iannucci (The Thick of It; The Death of Stalin) finds an altogether more heartwarming register in this spirited adaption of the Dickens classic. The author regarded David Copperfield as his “favourite child”, and the film adaptation is stocked with fine actors ready to do the tale justice.

Slumdog Millionaire’s Dev Patel is David, who guides us through his remarkable life story from childhood to adulthood. He’s joined by the likes of Tilda Swinton as Betsey Trotwood, Peter Capaldi as Mr. Micawber, Ben Whishaw as Uriah Heep and Hugh Laurie as Mr Dick.

My verdict…

“It’s Kite Time!!!”

What a pleasant surprise. To my shame I’ve not read a lot of Charles Dickens beyond A Christmas Carol. I now think I have to correct that, and at the very least, read “David Copperfield”. Of course, that’s not what it’s actually called, and neither is it called “The personal history of David Copperfield”, which is the shortened version of the title for the purposes of cinematic brevity.

As I found out when I bought it… “The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery (Which He Never Meant to Publish on Any Account)” is clearly a work of art. More about that once I’ve finished reading it…. in the meantime….

The 2020 film version put me in mind of those huge adventurous movies of the 60’s and 70’s, but with the polish and shine of the movies of the 21st century. Dev Patel does a stand up cracking job and the four “names” on occasion almost steal the show, (they are masterful performances) but for me, there is just as much amazing talent elsewhere amongst the cast.

Two minutes of “This Country” and Daisy May Cooper will be burned into your memory. Kerry Mucklowe is a force, so to see her turn her hand to “Peggotty” (The Nanny/Maid) was a delight. Just in case you don’t know what I”m talking about, here she is:

And then there’s, Rosalind Eleazar (recently in the ITV Drama “Deep Water”) and now far more sane as Agnes Wickfield, with Benedict Wong (so cool in Doctor Strange) and the port wine as her father, Paul Whitehouse, who could have been taller, (but who can west country accent as if he was born to it) as Mr Peggotty, and the amazing Gwendoline Christie (Brianna of Tarth in Game of Thrones)… in fact, with names like these, and with so many great characters that are so well formed, I’m sure they just had to show up for this film to simply enthral. So it must be of great comfort to Armando Iannucci to know that not only does it enthral, but it also works, really quite well.

Go and see it and be uplifted. Great fun for everyone.

Have a top day all… G

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[tsuyoi-hikari]

My KinKi Kids’ Collection

Happy 20th Anniversary KinKi!! 💕 Because of this special occasion, I decided to take pictures of my KinKi Kids collection over the years. ^^v 

SINGLES, ALBUMS & DVDS

The top shelf is their singles from Garasu no Shonen until ~. I mostly collected the limited edition ones but I started collecting all versions starting from Family ~Hitotsu ni Naru Koto single. I mostly proud of my collection for the limited edition singles circa 2003 to 2008 as to get them nowadays is almost impossible esp for international fans. The second shelf is their albums and concert DVDs. I particularly love KinKi's concert DVDs' covers since they usually so pretty and about the same size, so its always nice to arrange them side by side. For concert DVDs, I also get the limited edition versions as Ko-chan's birthday MCs every year are too priceless. I always feel bitter that they only release concert DVDs regularly every year only after their Phi concert. I want their G concert DVD so badly but J&A never release it so we will never get to see Tsuyo’s sexy long hair in all its glory. :P Speaking of songs, I have too many favorites from them but I try to pick my favourite 3: Single Songs: 1. Ao no Jidai (First love. The first KinKi song I ever heard and fell in love with and it stays special in my heart until today.) 2. Hakka Candy (I SUPER LOVE THIS SONG. Everything about the song is perfect esp their voices at that time.) 3. Kagi no Nai Hako (A fairly recent single of theirs. When I first heard the song, there's no turning back since the song is truly awesome especially the lyrcis. KinKi had many amazing singles so its hard to chose favourites tbh. I didnt include Anniversary, Ne, Ganbaru yo or Jonetsu that I super love as well) Coupling Songs: 1. Yukimushi (Yukimushi translated as 'Snow Bug' in English haha. But the song is so sad about waiting for your loved one to come back home and the lyrics used 'Snow Bug' to show how time has passed and how long the wait has becomes.) 2. Kimi to Boku no Uta (Cute song with a very nice melody accompany it. I just cant stop listening to it when it first released.) 3. Seppaku no Tsuki (All KinKi fans must love this song. It got #3 for their 39 album despite it being a coupling song. The way they ended the song; 'When you weren't around, I knew the meaning of happiness, for the first time.' is just too cruel. Satomi is truly a pro in writing really awesome love songs.) Album Songs: 1. Rhapsody (Probably my favourite song ever. Could listen to it nonstop. The lyrics literally describe the love I experienced with KinKi (as a fan). :P) 2. I Will (The lyrics is sooo sad. Basically the song is about telling your loved one to stay strong even when you are gone. I think I cried the most listening to this song lmao.) 3. Kono Mama Te Wo Tsunaide / Setsunai Koi ni Kizuite (Can't choose between this two. Kono Mama Te Wo Tsunaide because I want to keep holding Tsuyo's hand. :P While Setsunai Koi ni Kizuite because it's the first sad ballad song that they sing which later become their main expertise. :P Such a beautiful song with really sad lyrics.)

Basically all Ko-chan's releases (the rest of his albums are behind his mirror album). Again, for their individual works, I mostly collect the limited edition versions. Since Ko-chan didn't release solo works as much as Tsuyo, I didn't spent a lot on him. :P For my favourite song of Ko-chan, its Spica. hahaha I bet many people didn't know about this song.

Tsuyo's singles and albums starting from Domoto Tsuyoshi, ENDLICHERI☆ENDLICHERI, 244 Endli-x, Tsuyo-shi, and Domoto Tsuyoshi again. I love his WAVER cover so much that's why I put it in the front. The rest of his 10++ singles are behind the WAVER single while his limited edition albums are arranged at the side. Original Color is my favourite song from him.

CONCERT PAMPHLETS

Out of all my KinKi collections, I think I most proud of my concert pamphlets collection. :D This is because the pamphlets are sooooo big (double the size of normal book) and the photoshoots in there are among the best KinKi has ever done. I love their 1999 Summer Concert pamphlet as Tsuyo has his To Heart's hair at that time. 8D And Their D concert (upper right), has their best photoshoot to date. The cover may look very simple but the pictures inside are very nice.

Aside from the big size of the pamphlets, KinKi used many different design / texture for the pamphlets. Take the plastic ice cube pamphlet for an example. Or the velvet texture of their 1999-2000 Winter Concert pamphlet. I love that they try to be creative with the designs each year.

I LOVE the classic hardcover pamphlet of ~ fond de Anniversary ~ Dome Tour or the file type package of their 24/7 G Tour pamphlet.

Over the years, unfortunately their concert pamphlets have become smaller with the evidence of H and I concert pamphlets (which is the size of normal book). Their 10th Anniversary Concert has plastic package on it while KinKi You Tour pamphlets are hardcover with some really pretty studio pictures (white cover) and concert pictures (red cover) inside.

J Concert Tour pamphlet is hands down the most pretty pamphlets they have ever released. Not only for it elegant simple design, it is big in size, it is hardcover and there is pretty ribbon on the side of the opening. While I LOVE the photoshoot in King.KinKi Kids concert pamphlet.

-Thank you for 15 years- concert pamphlet photoshoot is among my favourites as well. And L concert pamphlet has a truly creative design. While their latest 2015-2016 concert pamphlet's photoshoot is so pretty (despite the simple black cover). I really love the black and white concept they did at that time.

CONCERT GOODS

Okay, I tried to collect one item per concert but I obviously fail haha. I obviously love Tsuyo's Bigaku concert goods so I bought 3 of those; the deer strap, tea cup and t-shirt (which is like the most pretty concert t-shirt ever :D). ^^v

BOOKS & PHOTOBOOKS

Basically all books & photobooks KinKi has ever released~ I'm so happy to get my hand on their first photobook (the age of the book now is like 20 years? :O)! Since the cover is scandalous (haha) and I don’t want to be accused as hentai by anyone, I throw away their shirtless cover. :P

I proudly have all books and photobooks Tsuyo has ever released including his illustration storybooks featuring his late dog, Kenshiro. ;_; I also managed to get the novels on Tsuyo’s dramas written by Komatsu Eriko; Ao no Jidai, To Heart and Summer Snow. I also managed to collect all his yearly calendars but I just capture in picture his first calendar only (which is my favourite).  

DRAMA DVDS 

I managed to get mostly all Tsuyo's drama licensed DVDs that ever released even including his drama SPs. Ko-chan's dramas seemed to be less popular so I only got 2 of those. For their dramas together, I only managed to get Wakaba no Koro. Talking about favourite drama from them (solo or together), it got to be the amaaaazing Summer Snow. Summer Snow is truly one of the very best Japanese dramas I have ever watched. Everything about the drama is amazing even the sad ending. ;_; There, all my collections over the years. Since I'm a perfectionist, I tend to collect everything. That is why sometimes, I do spent a lot to complete my collection -- this is a bad habit that I know I must get rid of. :P 

[tumblunni]

NEW STEVEN UNIVERSE AND BUNNI RANTS THOUGHTS ABOUT IT

* i love zircon and i feel so sorry for zircon aaa And even for Other Slightly More Smug Rival Zircon! I mean, they’re both just doing their job and it was merely a stroke of fate that the blue one got assigned to steven’s side of the trial. Rival Zircon barely even got two lines of dialogue so we dont even know if she was remotely evil or just like.. well, a smug office rival. It was a really nasty shock that yellow diamond just poofed both of them! I hope they’re okay when they reform, i hope they dont get blamed for what happened and shattered or something!! steven plz come back and rescue the endearing neutral office gems along with the more clear ally ones and stuff * I’m not quite sure if Zircon was right, though... I mean yellow diamond being 100% super bad and having framed rose for killing pink diamond would probably be in-character but it wouldnt be revealed so soon if it was what actually happened, right? What I took from this instead is that maybe Pearl was actually pink diamond’s pearl, and she’s the one who betrayed her instead? OR... possibly whenever we finally get white diamond revealed, she’s the one who’s the big evil boss who did it all? at least we saw some sort of statue of her so we can confirm she has the crazy cool goku hair, lol * I LOVE THE OFF COLOURS AAAA * I kinda love that its now canonical that conjoined twins can happen with gems, I mean its always nice to know that your favourite fictional characters could be like you which is why I think its great the show has all these different disability metaphors. Also I did not know that that kind of strange shape is actually possible with Rutile gems! * also, as predicted, I ADORE CENTIPEDE GRANDMA!!! and apparantly she’s a fusion of like.. the most gems ever. Polyamory grandmas! Combined into the ultimate grandma!!! did anyone else picture that ‘ariel needs legs’ comic tho ‘seven fusions... maybe more. imagine.’ * I think it’s spelled Paradshvana? No, its parashivana, I think. I hope she gets mentioned in a book or a comic or something so I can make sure I have the correct spelling of her name. But I love her! I like that the writers picked a type of sapphire that has such an interesting name, it helps set her apart from the blue one we all know and love. * LARS IS STEPPING UP!! aaaaa I’m actually kinda liking lars A LOT, he’s had so much character development and for once is actually keeping it between episodes and showing self awareness of his problems and providing actual reasons for why he’s doing them, rather than just sitting there refusing everyone else who keeps trying to help and support his salty ass. I wish we’d seen actual signs of this a lot earlier though, tbh it feels more like theyre rewriting his character rather than revealing something that was always there. * I didnt expect that humans would actually have an advantage against gem tech that only recognises gems! that was a cool way to have lars actually be able to make an impact when he gets his character development and decides to fight back. It was pretty badass! * okay, I’d seen so much speculation about the lars death thing and then i got spoiled for him being revived by steven’s magic somehow, so it didnt have as much of an impact. but it still hit my heart a little even as someone who knew it was coming and someone who ABSOLUTELY HATED LARS until like right this exact episode when he finally showed some character depth. But still, even if it succeeded at being sad, it kinda suffered a lot from the show’s usual rushed pacing. Like.. even in a ‘one hour special’ it seemed like every episode was still forced to work as a standalone and squish every plot point into 15 minutes. We BARELY got actually meet the off colours before we moved on to this next lars death plot, and like.. he died SO FAST, and it had barely a moment to breathe before he’s suddenly back. You couldnt even really tell what killed him, he just fell off the exploded robonoid and was dead immediately. And like.. with no clear wounds except one small face scar, so it seems like it did indeed run on harmless cartoon explosion rules. And I guess he just fell too far and hit his head or something.I mean I know they couldnt show a guy realistically covered in burns with limbs missing or whatever, but could they have at least had him covered in shadow or something so the nature of his wounds is left up to out imagination? When it all goes by so fast it seems almost unintentionally comical that he died by just falling over a little too hard.I mean, characters have survived way longer falls in this show even if in real life you obviously wouldnt... And SERIOUSLY give us more than FIVE SECONDS to believe he might be really dead, before reviving him with a never foreshadowed new magical power. Clearly it actually was planned out a long time earlier in the show, but somehow it still feels like a bit of a cop out? I just hope this faux death revival magic has some sort of further plot effects, and could be like a catalyst for Lars’s character development or something. Cos its clear that he didn’t just come back the same as before, it seems this magic comes with some kind of cost to it.. * IMMEDIATELY WE SEE SEVERAL COSTS TO IT * okay lars is LITERALLY A ZOMBIE * a CANDYFLOSS ZOMBIE * what the FUCK * steven how did you somehow never notice lion had a weird zombie heartbeat * wait i guess steven must have assumed lion was a gem creature of some sort * WAIT LARS IS LIKE A GEM HYBRID MUTANT ZOMBIE * he isnt even hungry or tired?? suddenly?? that must be?? REALLY FRIGHTENING?? WHAT THE FUCK?? * why is this episode SO RUSHED, why are you throwing terrifying existential horror and then just immediately lars is left trapped on homeworld and thats the end, and we dunno how long we’re gonna have to wait for the next episode or if it’ll actually address this or anything!!! * GAHHHH * also in retrospect WE DIDNT SEE ANY OF HOMEWORLD DURING THIS ARC. We still know practically nothing about their culture, aside from a mild bit of hope that the gems they persecute are at least able to escape and have a small sort of rebellion here rather than all being destroyed. But seriously there must have been millions who’ve been slated for shattering and only this tiny group managed to keep hidden long enough to meet steven... gahhh how many friends has centipede grandma seen die... * but okay seriously LARS IS A GEM ZOMBIE THING * and this means LION IS ALSO DEAD * LION HOW DID YOU GET HURT AAAAA * oh god so rose must have rescued him and then he had to see his whole lion family die and sit around for ages waiting for rose to come back and now all he can do is try and protect her son. poor loyal pet... poor hachiko: kitty edition... * WTF LARS IS DEAD AND HE’S STUCK ON A PARALLEL WORLD AND HE CAN NEVER EAT AGAIN AND HIS WHOLE FUCKING JOB AND HOBBY WAS COOKING and AAAA he’s the one out of everyone who was most hung up on like.. Normal Human Society Things. of all people, this is the most torture for him! god, the only consolation is that the off colours chose to stay there and protect him, and maybe it’ll help him work out his issues to be away from it all and have some close friends he can relate to. Cos like.. we all know steven and co are always trying to be his friends, but he had that weird inferiority superiority complex that kept him from accepting the friendship. At least we know here that he feels he’s able to be equals with these gems, and they’ll all be able to protect each other and learn from each other in different ways. But still DEAR GOD POOR LARS I thought you were an asshole but I didnt want you to GET TRAPPED IN SPACE AS AN ADORABLE ZOMBIE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA * steven could you like.. throw the ube cake through the portal. i mean he cant even enjoy eating it anymore but it might still help him feel better. * steven can you throw rebecca sugar through the portal so everyone can throw legos at her for writing such torturous fates for all her characters then throw her back cos i mean its not like anyone’s gonna get a happy ending to the show if it ends on this cliffhanger, lol but still LEGOS * steven can you throw the ube through the portal to me and I’ll eat it and write a review for lars and maybe send him a small plush doll of himself * rebecca sugar can you open like a mailbox to all your characters where I send them letters encouraging them to keep going even though the world is cruel as fuck ok thanks bye * I STILL REALLY LOVE CENTIPEDE GRANDMA THOUGH * and zircon had better be okay! please tell me she escapes and ends up joining the off colours or something * also can we have the same for topaz + topaz thanks * this is just the arc of introducing fifty new characters and not being able to save any of them and also one already introduced character is also LITERALLY FUCKING DEAD * aaaaa

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Chaos's Assassin 3

“Three days ago we sent team 1 to Earth to get rid of an upcoming threat. Today they have all been reported missing. We need you to go find them and help eliminate the threat.”

I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t excited either. I had been to earth on missions before so I wasn’t surprised really. My only concern was getting Willow and Nico back to Lily.

“What’s the threat?” I asked Chaos, curiosity getting the best of me. I sat in Chaos’s bland office with only a glass table between us. He tended not to keep much in his office, only some weapons and a couple of books on a shelf on the right wall.

“Well… I guess you could say he’s an old friend of yo-”

"is it Kronos?” I cut in.

“No, let me fini-”

“It’s it luke?”

“No, he’s dea-”

"Gaea?”

“I just said it was a bo-”

“Then who is it? Octavian?” I joked.

Chaos rubbed the back of his neck. Glancing nervously about the room with a look of uncomfort on his face.

“It’s Octavian isn’t it.” I said with a blank expression. 

Chaos nodded.

“I am not impressed. I had rather hoped he would die.” I said truthfully, looking across the room to glass windows behind Chaos.

“So did we all. He’s more annoying than the most annoying person I know, and I know a lot of annoying people.” Chaos said.

“Ditto. Wait a minute, you said that they were reported missing. Who reported it?”

“Camp Jupiter and… Camp Half Blood” He said finding his nails very interesting.

I nodded, unsure of how to feel about his answer. I was happy of course. But it had been so long…

“I assume that I’ll be staying with either one.” I said, avoiding eye contact.

“Camp Half Blood.” Chaos said.

I nodded, internally sighing in exasperation.

“Is that it?” I asked him.

“Yup, you leave tomorrow.”

I nodded once more and stood up to leave his office. When at the door, I paused.   

“Chaos?” I asked, turning around to face him. “Did you do it."   

He looked me straight in the eyes and said,

"I don’t break my promises.”

“You ready?” Rebecca asked me as she passed me my backpack at the mouth of the woods the next day.

“I’m not too sure.” I replied, clipping my hood onto the leather jacket i wore. Luckily for me, my hood cast a dark shadow upon my face that no one could see through.

“Brace yourself.” She said to me.

I nodded.

“i’ll see you later then” I told her, reaching for the tree with the teleportation beam.

“Omega,” Rebecca said before I could leave. “Bring them back will you.”

“You can count on it.” I said with a tight smile.

The sun looked absolutely stunning on the horizon as it disappeared behind the forest of trees. The Camp appeared just as gorgeous as how it had been when I had left. Thalia’s pine tree still sat there with Peleus wrapped around its bark. Down the hill the Big house stood in all its glory with the twelve cabins, the amphitheatre, the climbing wall and of course the toilets being the first things in my line of sight. I breathed in the clear air and made my way down towards Chiron sitting on the porch of the, oh so mighty, light blue barn.

“Hello my son. Who might you be and what might you be doing here?” Asked Chiron once I had finally made it down the steep hill, his brown eyes glistening in the dusk atmosphere and his tweed jacket looking battered as ever as he sat on his little wheelchair.

“Ahh, you must be Chiron.” I stated.

“That would be I, but I ask again. Who might you be?”

“My name is Omega and I am Chaos’s assassin. I have come to get Chaos’s soldiers back and help with the upcoming threat.”

“I take it by ‘upcoming threat’ you mean Octavian.” Chiron asked.

“That is correct.” I replied. 

“Therefore your help is much appreciated.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded.

“The rest of the Camp is at the campfire if you would like to introduce yourself.” He told me. I shook my head.

“Excuse my rudeness, but I would prefer to stay out of sights at the moment and simply borrow a room in this lovely house for the night.”

“Please, that is not a problem, we have a room already prepared inside, if you would like to take it.”

“Thank you. I hope it is not inconvenient for me to suggest a war meeting tomorrow morning?”

“Not at all,” he replied, “it would be our pleasure.���

I began to make my way towards the doorway, until he stopped me before I could leave.

"I take it you’re not going to take off your hood.” He said.  

“I am the most known Assassin in the universe. I think it’s safer for both our sakes to keep it on.” I answered.

With that I turned around and walked into the Big House. I was home… For a while.

I had once been told that the worst part of being in a war was the actual planning. Who ever said it was right. Sitting at the ping - pong table in the rec room I felt completely at home. Completely comfortable. And completely bored. But I kept my guard up. I had toured the Camp with a clueless Chiron this morning and had learnt two things. One; the seven demigods I had gotten so close to all those years ago weren’t here. And two, last time I had been here I had known every single face in the camp. This time there was about 20 newcomers. May not have seemed like a lot, but it was a pain in the neck to not be able to refer to everyone by name. It was strange really. It hadn’t been long ago that I had left. At least not for everyone else.

“We had better get started then.” Chiron announced to the room, “We are missing some of our leaders at the moment as they are in Camp Jupiter making plans, but we can cope without them.”

“Personally I think we’re better off without those wannabe’s.” I heard Drew say. Dam, I had hoped she had left in the time I had been gone.

“Shut up Drew.” Malcolm spat.

“And what gives you the right to say that to me?” She replied, her face smothered in hate.

“And what gives you the right to be rude to any of us?” Conner retorted.

“All right, all right.” Chiron hollered. “Settle down. We don’t want to be rude in front of our guest now do we?” he asked, motioning to me. I smiled slightly under my hood. I had missed this. The bickering wasn’t quite the same with Chaos.

“Anyway Malcolm, you’re the best battle strategist present. What do you propose?”

“Well, it was obviously Octavian who took Chaos’s soldiers so we only have one option. We have to prepare for a full scale attack before they have the upper hand.”

“Wrong.” I interrupted, looking at my nails. Everyone’s heads turned towards me.

“Excuse me?” A daughter of Hecate asked.

“Your wrong.” I replied, “You immediately assume there was no other option other than a full scale war, something we up in Chaos HQ are avoiding, therefore, I don’t agree.”

“Oh really?” Challenged Malcolm, “and what do you suggest?”

“Octavian’s not stupid, he knows how to plan a war and he has spies everywhere. Going offence will kill us all. He’ll be rallying all of the monsters from Tartarus, and even some Titans, we don’t have enough people. They will crush us on our own. Even with Camp Jupiter we have no chance. We need the Chaos warriors.”

“So what do you think we should do, Einstein?” Katie asked, a mask of annoyance on her normally calm face.

“We need to give out a quest.” I replied, “only the people in this room and the ones actually on the quest can know about it, so as not to alert any spies.”

“So you think we should just send a couple of random Campers into the enemy’s base, and their deaths, just to save some supposedly Elite warriors whom had got themselve kidnapped?” Clarisse La Rue asked, playing with her knife.

“No, I suggest giving a quest to two of the seven to find Octavian’s plans and free the Chaos soldiers.” I replied.

“But if they go on this mission and die, then we’ll have lost two of our best soldiers!” Travis said alarmed.

“Then let’s all hope they aren’t that stupid.”

“Then who’s going to be the third person?” Katie asked, “I don’t know how it is on Chaos’s realm, but over here three people go on Quests together.”

“I distinctly remember you breaking that rule a couple of times.”

“Those were special circumstances.” Clarisse butt in, “and how do you know about that?”

“It doesn’t matter, because I was rather hoping it would be me that went with them.”

“Why?” Clarisse demanded.

“Because, Clarisse La Rue, Daughter of Ares, I made a promise to my favourite little girl that I would get her parents home in time for Christmas. And I intend to keep it. On my own terms.”

I couldn’t tell if they were shocked because I knew about Clarisse, or because I just showed human qualities.

“And whose ‘Them’ going to be?” Connor asked.

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less. As long as they can keep up, you can decide yourselves.”

“Fine,” Clarissa said “have it your way, i nominate myself and, i cant believe im saying this, one of the seven.”

“Hey, how come you get all the quests? I think it’s our turn this time!” Travis exclaimed, him and his brother both standing up at the same time. Determination masking their identical faces.

“What?” Shouted a voice from the back of the room.

It was like a lightswitch suddenly flicked up and the room descended into chaos. There were people standing and threatening others, I could even see some people with knives and swords out. Even a bow and arrow was present.

After a couple of minutes i got bored of all the shouting. Chiron was trying to calm everyone down but it wasn’t working very well.

“All right, i get it, you’ve all been deprived! Now shut up.” Luckily i had had lots of practise with screaming at Chaos.

Everyone’s heads turned towards me. The attention was flattering, but unnecessary.

“He has a point guys,” said Katie, the ever so peaceful one, “anyway, hadn’t we decided two of the seven would go? They can chose between themselves when they get back.”

“And when will I be able to meet the ever so famous 7?” I asked, trying not to give too much away with how much I was dying to see them.

“Well, technically there are only 6 of them. We lost one just a year ago.” Will said, pain evident in his voice and his shoulders sagging.

My stomach fell and for a moment i couldn’t breathe. The world around me faded into the background and all I could hear was the beating of my heart. Hadn’t it worked? Chaos said he had done it. He said he had saved her. I felt the world swim and could feel a panic attack surfacing. But I pushed it down. Not here. Not now. And so I closed my eyes and focused on one thing. Her face. Slowly my breathing leveled and my heart beat turned back to normal. It was then I realised that I had missed the end of the meeting and people were starting to leave.

I quickly grabbed Nyssa’s arm before she could leave. “I’m so sorry, but i spaced out for a minute and didn’t hear the answer to my question. What was it?”

“Oh, you’ll see them tonight at the bonfire.” She replied curiosity showing clearly.

“Thanks.” I said. Then I stood up and walked out the room.

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Post C: Textual Analysis Draft.

The films I have chosen are Wes Anderson’s ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ (2014) and Luc Besson’s ‘The Family’ (2013).

 I have chosen the two of these films as I saw similarities in terms of the colours used in both the films along with sound and lighting, all of which I plan to incorporate in my own film. Although the editing techniques differ within both of the films, I plan to marry my favourite elements from both of them to make a final product that has aspects of editing techniques from them both.

 ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ revolves around the idea of a concierge who teams up with one of his employees (Zero, played by Tony Revolori) to prove his innocence after he is framed for the murder of Madame D, a woman, very dear to his heart. ‘The Family’ is based off the idea of a Mafia family under the witness protection program that want to change their lives for the better, despite the Manzoni family perhaps not being too fond of this change. Although the narratives of these films are not too similar, (one protagonist is trying to prove that they are not guilty, whereas the other is almost blind to the feeling of guilt) the styles of the two are surprisingly similar. Despite the lack of similarity within the morals of both of the protagonists, both of the narratives revolve around the idea of sudden deaths, whether they were caused by the protagonist like in The Family or not like in The Grand Budapest Hotel. An important aspect of both films is that both protagonists, (Robert De Niro, who plays Giovanni Manzoni, a father, who kills individuals he ‘needs to’ with no mercy and M. Gustave played by Ralph Fiennes, a simple minded, intelligent, humble man who faces his issues, rather than creating them.) share a like-minded way of thinking, in the sense that they’re both quite reserved, calm people despite being in quite peculiar situations a lot of the time. The both of them remain collected individuals, which is what is played up in both of the films for comedic effect as, generally, if one is getting arrested or perhaps their house is getting blown up, it is hard to stay calm and reserved. I plan to include this idea of a calm, reserved protagonist whilst a ridiculous situation is happening around them, within my own film.

 As the macro concept that i chose to discuss was ‘style’, It is detrimental that the two films have similarities in terms of Mise en scene, which they do. Both of the films use muted colours which help create a sombre scene, almost contradictory to the comedy in the film yet managing to still play up the idea of a frightening situation, in which someone would generally panic in, being a funny one.

 Cinematography:

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Low key lighting is used in order to create an almost good cop, bad cop mood, as if he’s contemplating and weighing out his good decisions vs. his bad one. All of this is done with lighting that only affects half of the face, leaving the other half dark and mysterious. I plan to incorporate this technique within my own film.  

A Medium close up shot is used whilst M.Gustave is rapidly asking Zero about whether he has ever been questioned by the authorities, to which Zero replies that he had been arrested and tortured in the past. An expected reaction from anybody would be that M.Gustave would feel, some what, sympathetic towards Zero and his tragic past however, his reaction to that statement was what seemed to be, relief as he could trust that Zero had been in a situation involving the authorities and that he knew what to do in such a situation. The comedy in this scene lies in the whole concept of something ridiculous, (getting tortured) being understood as just the norm (M.Gustave’s reaction). I plan to recreate these ideas within my film.

 Many Medium long shots were used during both of the films. In this scene, the rest of the family is getting confronted by the father and all 3 of the members look at him in sync and reply with the same thing. The high key lighting seems to have been used in order to create an alert scene that represents the fact that they are all very aware of the bad things they did but are making a hard effort to not look guilty, the shadows within this scene could represent the bad, dark things they did that day which they’re trying to almost repress, although they all know what they did.

 Mise En Scene:

Bright walls in yellow and blue could also represent the internal conflict between good and bad in Warren’s mind. Here, he is getting confronted by almost all of the staff team at his school about the crimes he had committed. The fact that the majority of the walls in this scene are yellow could mean that Warren doesn’t believe that anything he did during his time at the school was bad. Warren is portrayed as a very smart, cunning 14yr old, the books behind the teachers could represent how packed his mind is with information, information that, even the teachers, will not know. This could all represent how ahead he is of everybody in his life, despite his age.

In this scene Agatha is sat up in her single bed with white sheets which could symbolize purity. The single bed is clearly used to represent her relationship status, a single bed for a single woman. Above her there is a small light, which Anderson could’ve placed there to represent Agatha’s very last hope to achieve happiness, the light is somehow managing to light up the whole room, which means this hope she has, could be a positive one.

 Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest, has many pink tones which could all mean things like love, innocence, health, happiness and romance. Luc Besson’s The Family, uses almost none of those tones but, instead uses many yellow and blue tones as seen in these screenshots. As previously mentioned, as yellow and blue are on almost opposite sides of the colour scale, it could all represent an internal conflict between good and bad within all of the family member’s minds. In this scene, Giovanni had just opened the door to greet Robert (who is essentially trying to save this family from assassination). In this shot the contrast between the yellow and blue is very prominent, and the door he had just opened is battered and not in a very good state overall which could symbolize what is going on in Gio’s mind, perhaps he is tired of the lifestyle that he lives, but in the other hand doesn't want to change a single thing about it, which is why he didn’t change the old door to a new one, because he doesn’t want a fresh start although it would be best for him, just like changing the door to a new one would also probably benefit the house that they’re residing in.

In this scene, Maggie is smoking a cigarette whilst laid back on the couch. cigarettes are bad for you, but the lack of care shown on Maggie’s face during this scene symbolizes that, she, is also probable sick and tired of the lifestyle that she lives, so much so that she no longer cares for her own health. When one is lacking care for things, they are usually in a calm state of mind, which the low key lighting could suggest. Despite, once again getting confronted by her husband, she remains in a calm, careless state of mind. She is wearing all grey in this scene, which also represent, carelessness, bore and possibly even depression as when the phrase “feeling grey” usually indicates said feelings.

 In this scene, again, the blue and yellow contrasting colours are being used, this time in the form of low key lighting for the yellow tones and high key lighting being used for the blue. The fact that the majority of this scene is blue, could symbolize that bad things are on the horizon for the family, which they were, the assassins were coming.

 In both of these scenes, Both characters are running however one is running away from the thing that they essentially created for themselves, whereas the other is running from something they didn’t do, but something they are getting accused for. In The Family, Belle, is almost exaggerating the way she runs, exaggerating the fear on her face and taking short, feminine like, leaps as she runs. This is definitely played up in this scene for comedic purposes, mocking the majority of crime/horror movies as their narrative is overall, the same. The character gets into a scary situation, in which they have to protect themselves, so they run away but always end up getting caught and killed. I think that Luc Besson must have recognized this and decided to slightly mock these common narratives by over exaggerating the way Belle runs away from an assonant. This is also played up in The Grand Budapest and I plan to recreate this idea of an over exaggerated reaction or an under-exaggerated reaction, in my own film.

In these scenes the low key lighting used in The Family could represent that she is running away into yet another bad situation whereas, In the Grand Budapest, the high key, Bright lighting could mean the opposite. Despite this however, Bella survives and the film finishes with an, expected, happy ending but M. Gustave, ends up in prison.

 Bella is wearing a white dress which represents innocence and purity, very contradictory to her character, a reckless, yet smart, teenager who also commits crimes along with the rest of her family. The closed doors within every corner shop in this scene could represent the fact that, she cant run away into a closed, safe space, like a corner shop just like she cant get away from the issues her and her family have created for themselves.

 In the scene where M.Gustave is running away, there are multiple sets of stairs which could mean that, he in fact can run away from his issues (that he did not create) into a situation where he is safe however, as previously mentioned, Belle gets away and M.Gustave, gets caught.

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Three days with The Dice Man: I never wrote for money or fame’

His 1971 novel was a countercultural sensation, selling 2m copies. But the author has surrounded himself in mystery. Why?

When I read The Dice Man 15 years ago, I wanted to know who had written it, and why. It read more like an act of survival than a novel, but whether it was the authors survival or mine, I wasnt sure. I had stopped drinking alcohol and I was looking, simply, for another drug. The book made me high; it offered multiple universes, all of them safer than vodka.

The Dice Man is seemingly an autobiography, narrated by a bored, clever New York psychiatrist, Luke Rhinehart. He is a nerd run mad. He decides that, in pursuit of ultimate freedom or nihilism he will make decisions using dice. He offers the dice options, and they choose for him. The dice tell him to rape his neighbour, but he fails because she wants him. The dice make him tell his patients what he thinks of them (my favourite dice decision). It was a perfect novel: a fantasy of escape and, for me, a search for an absent and charismatic father.

The book was published in 1971, an era devoted to psychoanalysis (not the mocking of it), and it was not an instant success. But over the course of 45 years, it has become a famous book, with devoted fans. The Dice Man has sold more than 2m copies in multiple languages and is still in print.

Dicing became a minor craze. Richard Branson said The Dice Man had inspired him, although he used the dice for only 24 hours because it was too dangerous to carry on longer. The entrepreneur Jeremy King opened a series of London restaurants due to a dice decision. In 1999, a Loaded magazine writer, who described Rhinehart as the novelist of the century, took heroin after a dice decision, while his girlfriend performed in a strip club. In 2005, comedian Danny Wallace published a memoir, Yes Man, in which he travelled the world saying yes to everything, again loosely inspired by Rhinehart.

As his notoriety grew, journalists came to interview the Dice Man. But Luke Rhinehart does not exist: he is the pseudonym of a man called George Powers Cockcroft, who shielded his real identity from his readers for many years. There was no Dice Man in these interviews, but there was no one else, either. Cockcroft played his part as an avuncular blank who liked dicing and drinking, a sort of Robert Mitchum pastiche; and of Cockcroft, whom I increasingly found more interesting than Rhinehart, there was almost nothing.

Why write a perfect novel, give all the credit to a ghost, then never write its equal again? I have been emailing Cockcroft since 2002, when, in a frenzy of half-hearted self-destruction, I attempted to dice my way through a Conservative party conference in Brighton. It was for an article, and I sought his advice, which was friendly and encouraging. The choices I gave myself were timid would I order a hamburger or a steak? though I do remember pretending to be Jesus Christ in the restaurant of the Grand hotel. The article was not a success, and was never published. The appeal of the dice is: how much power will you give them? I gave them nothing, and they gave nothing in return.

I have tried to interview Cockcroft before. I even met him once, in a hotel bar in London 10 years ago. He looked large and alien amid the pale chintz of Kensington, wearing a stetson that almost reached the chandelier. Last year, around the publication of his most recent novel, Invasion, which is about a friendly and intelligent alien who comes to Earth and is bewildered by our stupidity, we had a telephone interview in which he claimed, at 84, to be multiple selves, describing himself as we. We he and I were on a conference call with his publicist, and I asked him where The Dice Man had come from. You must realise, he told me softly, his voice a little hoarse, I have always conceived of myself as being multiple having, you know, a dozen different selves, if not a thousand different selves, at any given moment. He sounded croaky and crotchety, and I didnt push him. Instead, I asked if I could come and stay with him in upstate New York.

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George Cockcroft, I say for the tape recorder. Yes, he says. Here I am.

We are in a large white house in Canaan. The houses are widely spaced here, on hills around a pond of ice; there are spindly trees on the horizon. The house is warm, comfortable, shabby, with wind chimes on the terrace.

Cockcroft is very tall and lean, his face weather-beaten from years of sailing and working in the garden. It has a kind of luminous joy that is very childlike, unless he is weary. His voice is deep, hoarse and excitable. He is, in some ways, very conventional for a myth: he chops wood, drinks whiskey, eats chocolate biscuits, feeds the fire. When he wants something, he shouts for his wife, Ann. They have been married for 60 years and there is deep love between them. I can feel it all through the house.

Cockcroft at his home in Canaan, New York. Photograph: Reed Young for the Guardian

Slowly, he tells me the facts of his biography. He is warm, courteous and curious; at one point, when I mention I need money to buy a house, he offers, very seriously, to lend it to me. Sometimes he says he cant remember things. Sometimes he says he doesnt know why he does things. Sometimes he repeats that he has multiple selves, and cant access the one who has the answer to my question. (I begin to think he does this when he feels threatened; if it were habitual, wouldnt he they do it all the time?) Then he will give a sorrowful grin and we retreat: he to his study, to write or to answer emails from fans, I to the sofa to read a novel Ann wrote many years ago. Later, we try again.

Cockcroft grew up 30 miles away, in Albany. His grandfather was the chief justice of the supreme court of Vermont; his great-grandfather was the governor of Vermont; so the creator of The Dice Man was born to New England grandees. I ask about his family. My parents were both college graduates, he says, a curious first observation from a novelist who doesnt care about class. His father Donald was an electrical engineer, his mother Elizabeth went to Wellesley College. She was clever and expected cleverness from her two sons.

As a boy, he was shy and compliant, and began to use the dice at 16. He was a procrastinator: So I would make a list of things to do in a day and the dice would choose which one I did first. Then he began to use the dice to force myself to do things I was too shy to do. If the dice chose it, then somehow that made it possible.

He says he didnt have a single original thought in his adolescence. He went to his fathers school, again showing how little originality I had, and studied electrical engineering, like his father. I cant believe how naturally and easily I was conforming to everything, Cockcroft says. His younger brother James, an expert in South American politics, was a rebel; even today, his website describes him as author, lecturer, revolutionary. But I was a total conformist, he says. I was intellectually dead until I was 20.

He also studied psychology and English literature. He worked nights in a psychiatric hospital, and considered being a lawyer. (I long to meet a dice lawyer.) The dice chose Ann for him. He was driving home from the hospital and saw two nurses. He got out his dice. If it was odd, he told himself, he would offer them a lift. One of them was Ann.

She looked like Rita Hayworth, and he fell in love with her immediately, applying to Columbia University to be close to her in Brooklyn. They married in 1956 and had three sons: Corby, Powers and Christopher, who has paranoid schizophrenia and still lives with them. Cockcroft avoided the draft to Korea because he had varicose veins: I hate to think what would have happened if I had gone into the military, he says. (The dice soldier.) Instead, he taught English literature at a series of colleges in America and beyond.

With Ann in 1956, minutes after proposing to her. Photograph: courtesy of George Cockcroft

He says he has no idea why he began writing. He read outsiders, and men who railed against belonging: Tolstoy, Kafka, Hemingway. His first attempt at fiction was about a young boy who is locked up in a psychiatric institution because he thinks he is Jesus Christ. He abandoned it after 80 pages, but one chapter featured a psychiatrist called Dr Luke Rhinehart. He was a minor character, Cockcroft says, but there he was.

The year he began writing The Dice Man, 1965, there was a crisis in the marriage. He and Ann were living in Mexico with James and his family. Ann was pregnant with their youngest son, and developed hepatitis. She was very frightened for herself, for the baby, Cockcroft says. She felt isolated, and felt I was somehow closer to my brother than her. She came back from Mexico very resentful of me, and frightened in a way she had never been before.

He was reading Zen and Sufism, which he describes as attacks on the self. Somehow writing the book and reading these philosophies enabled me to be detached from any bad places I was in, to not be enmeshed in them. He wrote slowly, 50 pages a year for five years. His previous writing had been laboured and self-conscious, but this was different. As soon as I began writing The Dice Man, he says, I felt I had found my natural voice. I didnt think of it that way at the time, but the book is about what makes human beings unhappy and how they can escape.

He admits the writing was psychoanalysis, a way of understanding, and processing, his brief estrangement from Ann. The Dice Man involves some of the things I could do if I could free myself from Ann. But the book went way beyond that. There is, for instance, much adulterous sex.

Lukes wife in the book, Lil, funny, sexy, a good mother, is something like Ann. He admits that the children are based on my own children. But he couldnt go as far as Luke. My dicing has always been very limited, he says. I was wise enough to know that I didnt want to risk my marriage by giving options to things that might ruin the marriage. I never gave an option that would hurt people.

Upstairs, above his and Anns bed, there is a painting of two Georges one good, one bad by Ann. Her paintings fill the house. I wasnt consciously angry, Cockcroft says, of the trouble in their marriage. Sad is closer than angry. I never get very unhappy. Every year that goes by, you realise how unimportant everything is. I dont think Ive asked much of life since I wrote The Dice Man. I was ambitious then. Ive mellowed. Pretty soon Ill be a liquid lying on the ground.

Above the couples bed hangs a painting by Ann of two Georges one good, one bad. Photograph: Reed Young for the Guardian

Is Luke your repressed self, I ask. Because, for all his wit, Luke Rhinehart is a raging man, and George Cockcroft is not. But he wont answer the question. Remember, he says, there is no single you. So that is a question I would not answer. Later, he does go further. Luke is the hard, cold version of George, he says, then adds: What I have come to love about the Luke of the novel is his willingness to be a fool, his willingness to laugh at himself.

He shows me an excerpt from his diary, dated 10 June 1969, written in Mallorca: I must finish the Dice Man novel. I know that if I open the novel and begin to read it, I, and it, will live, and my desire to work on it and complete it will bloom again. I am the Dice Man in a way I am no one else. It is the idea which my life has created. I am not good for a second one. I am not a professional writer. I am without talent in any way. But the theory of the dice man, the ironic spirit of his life, grows as naturally in my rocky soil as do boulders here along the rocky coast of Mallorca.

Cockcroft came across the journal three or four months ago and was startled: he doesnt remember feeling that way. Later, in a restaurant by the frozen lake, I ask if the description of Luke that opens the novel is him: I am a large man, with big butchers hands, great oak thighs, rock-jawed head and massive, thick-lens glasses. Im 6ft 4in and weigh close to 230lbs; I look like Clark Kent.

Id have to look at it again, Cockcroft says. Physically, its not me. I made him a much bigger man. Hes overweight.

Luke is overweight? Ann says. I dont remember that.

Thats how I always picture him, he says.

Ann replies: I always picture him like you.

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When Cockcroft was a child, there was a calamity. His father developed cancer in his 30s. He decided he wasnt going to put himself and his family through any more pain, he says, and he called up his doctor and said he was going to shoot himself and to come over and handle things, and he shot himself. Its the longest single sentence Cockcroft utters. He was eight or nine at the time. He cant remember exactly. He says his mother greeted him at the door after school and said, Father is dead. His only memory, after that, is, going out to the garage and not crying and wondering if I should cry. He was not close to his mother. She was a Vermont puritan, and not a naturally warm person. Did you ask her what happened to your father? No, he says, and for a moment I can hear the compliant boy. I mean no.

Do you forgive him? I admire him, he says wonderingly, as if the question is ridiculous. But it was a savage act of separation; his father didnt say goodbye.

Cockcroft says he remembers almost nothing of his life before his fathers death. He shows me fragments of an autobiography he has not finished, because he has not solved the problem of writing a narrative by multiple selves.

Was our childhood so traumatic we cant face it? he writes, in the third person. Our brother, Jim, thinks so. Jim is three years younger than we are and he remembers a cruel father that used to whip him with a belt. We dont have a single memory of being beaten with a belt. Jim is unrepressed, remembers a cruel father; we are repressed, remember nothing. Saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. We have no painful memories pre-Dads death-day, nor any happy ones.

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In 1969, while teaching in Mallorca, Cockcroft found a publisher for The Dice Man called Mike Franklin, and swiftly wrote the second half of the book. Franklin called it a near masterpiece and got a huge advance for the American edition.

It did badly in America, partly, Cockcroft thinks, because of a cover jacket featuring a naked woman lying on a bed. But it did better in Europe, particularly in England, Sweden, Denmark and now Spain, where it was for a time the most requested library book in Spanish universities.

No publisher asked for another novel, so he didnt write one. He fell into indolence; he was busy sailing and raising his children. Another example of my life of ambition, Cockcroft says, sarcastically. All through my 20s, I was fighting ambition. My mother had made me very ambitious to be successful at whatever I did, and I felt that was a sickness. I never wrote for money and I never consciously wrote for fame. The Dice Man was part of a lifelong process to get me to relax and enjoy things as they are, and not aspire to more than I have.

The film rights to The Dice Man were sold, and he wrote screenplays for a film that was never made. He and Ann travelled for years, often on boats; they smoked marijuana. He sank a catamaran in a storm in the Mediterranean, after Ann had prayed for three nights on deck while he apologised, precipitantly, for drowning their children. (They were picked up by a Scottish freighter 40 miles off the coast of Africa.)

The family settled in Canaan after following a Sufi cult to New York state. The Dice Man grew in fame, but Cockcroft didnt. He spent his money, and earned more. He discouraged any questions about his real self, and people rarely asked. They interviewed Luke Rhinehart and that was it, he says now. I wasnt being secretive so much as simply preferring to keep the two identities separate. Rhinehart allowed him to have a private life. Acquaintances in Canaan do not know he is the author of The Dice Man.

Cockcroft with his sons Powers (left) and Chris in 1972. Photograph: courtesy of George Cockcroft

He wrote books only when the mood, or the advance, came: White Wind, Black Rider; Whim; Long Voyage Back; The Book Of Est, a guidebook to a popular 70s cult; The Book Of The Die; and Naked Before The World, a novel alluded to in The Dice Man. Jesus Invades George is a very funny tale of George W Bush being possessed by Jesus Christ. He wrote The Search For The Dice Man, in which Luke ends up in a Japanese monastery, but it is the work of a sleeping writer: Luke barely appears and, when he does, he is a cipher.

In 2012, an email announcing his death was sent to 25 friends, apparently from Ann: It is our pleasure to inform you that Luke Rhinehart is dead. He very much wanted us to tell you this as soon as possible so you wouldnt be annoyed that he wasnt replying to your emails. But people were upset, and he later apologised for his thoughtlessness, blaming Luke. To pretend to die while sneakily lurking here and there in the darkest shadows is the lowest of the low. But we can expect no better from him.

Ask me about Invasion, he says now. He wants another roll; he is enjoying the attention. This latest book is full of his politics, which are the politics of Bernie Sanders; its tone is amused disgust, and it is very funny, if you can handle an alien protagonist who looks like a beachball, and whose beachball friend is called Molire.

I try to find a tactful way to ask him: do you mind that The Dice Man, your first book, is your best book? But my opinion doesnt bother him, because he cant agree. Right now, he says, using the multiple pronoun, we have no idea of the relative merits of our novels. At this moment, Invasion is liked very much by most of us, more than our previous books. Two years ago, we told people our favourite novel was Whim. After I finished writing Jesus Invades George, it was our favourite novel. If Invasion fails to sell, he says, he doesnt think it will bother him for more than a single afternoon.

At the end of my stay, I ask Cockcroft again about his father. He tells me he has nightmares about the garage attached to the house in which he grew up, in which he tried to weep after his fathers death. He has an image, he says hesitantly, too faint to be a memory, of a maid washing blood off the walls in the house, at the top of the stairs. I feel morbid, prodding him. He has already told me more than he has told any journalist, and he doesnt believe in cause and effect. He cannot see a connection between his fathers suicide and the creation of the Dice Man, so I stop.

But a few days later, after I have returned to England, he sends me an email. Last night I had a really remarkable dream, he writes, using the first person. For the first time in months, if not years, I was outside the house where my father committed suicide. I was walking over to our neighbours house, where contractors were arriving to do some sort of work that involved both the neighbours property and ours. I said with great confidence and authority in the direction of the contractors (not seen), I am George Cockcroft, the owner of this property. I think the subject line, in capital letters, is a joke at my expense. It says, Im CURED!

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