#i dont like movies and the last one i seen was embarrassing so heres the last video game I played lmao

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Lock Screen; Last Movie I Watched; Last Song I Listened To; Last Picture I Took

Tagging (no pressure)

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[fxlling13]

Because of you.

Dh!master x fem reader

Warnings: doctor is mean

Synopsis: the doctor has seemingly abandoned you even if you're right there with her.

My back ached as i leant awkwardly against a tree. Not just a normal tree either. Seeing as we were on an alien planet, this tree had green wood and leaves the were an ombre of gold and purple. As well as that, the wood itself seemed to be more solid and dense. For some reason, the doctor had stranded us here, saying she'd be back in an hour but, of course, her time management was awful.

"Dont think too hard, your brain might explode." A voice came from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes. As of late, the doctor had decided she needed to keep a closer eye on her best enemy. So here I was, stuck on an unknown planet with the master. An icy wind blew over, making me loose my train of thought.

"Ignoring me now? That's not very nice." Sighing, I looked over to him and crossed my arms. The male was stood a few feet away, coat long since abandoned on the tardis and sleeve rolled down for once. Probably due to the atmosphere. It was absolutely freezing. Though, we were alone here so I couldn't be too hard on the timelord. It wasn't his fault after all. Turning to him fully, I gave a close-lipped smile.

"Sorry, I was distracted." I said, rubbing my hands together subtly. He hummed, walking over and taking his place next to me.

"So, have you ever been here before?" Deciding to make conversation to pass the time, I asked him the simple question with genuine interest.

"No, actually. I'm pretty sure this was an orphan planet at one point." The master told me, looking around at the scenery. Brown grass was frosted but healthy and many plants could be seen.

"Doesn't look dead to me." Pursung his lips, the taller male nod and inched closer, though i didn't notice.

"Well, a fleet of silurians found it and brought it back to life." That made sense, seeing as they were big on all things nature. A shiver rippled through my body and I quickly zipped up my hoodie. If only the doctor let us prepare for this. She had other things, meaning other people, on her mind.

"Your cheeks are red." Feeling embarrassed, I glanced at the master, eyebrows furrowed.

"That's what happens when humans get cold." Again, he nod.

"Its cute. Us timelords, we don't work like that." Ignoring the second half of that sentence, i could feel the blush settling in. Why did him saying that make me so shy? During his time on board the tardis, he seemed to follow me around. That, I had noticed. But I merely thought it was his love for annoying me that made him do that. We had a movie night last week and he sat next to me. Just a coincidence, right? Or that one time he held my hand whilst running away from a pack of zygons. Just the heat of the moment surely. All of a sudden, I felt myself get pushed forward, away from the tree. Before I could complain, two arms wrapped around my sides; taking my hands in theirs then sliding them into the pockets of my hoodie. Looking up, the master looked back with a lazy grin.

"Dont even complain love, I don't have a coat and you're freezing." Knowing he was right, I relaxed back into his hold, basking in his natural body heat. Even though he wasn't the tallest man alive, he was the perfect height to hug. Shamefully, I had noticed this the first time we met. Back then, I found him to be quiet attractive. Not that I didn't now but, seeing as he was the doctors enemy, I tried not to think such things. More wind blew and I pressed myself against him more. Not minding, the master gave my hand a quick squeeze.

"Where is she? In what world is this an hour? Its been, what, three at this point? Ridiculous." He tutted, clearly fed up by this point. So was I.

"She's with yaz, master." Confused, he stared down at me as I rested my head back to meet his peircing eyes.

"Have you not noticed, in all your time with us?"

"Noticed what?" He asked, clearly oblivious to the blossoming romance.

"The only thing the doctor pays any attention to now is yaz. Not me, not even you. Since they got together, it's consumed her." My tone was slightly bitter over this whole situation.

"And, you know, I don't blame her. I'd love to have a relationship. But its gotten to the point where the rest of us don't matter. Hell, even Dan left." I continued. Hearing the master scoff, I glanced up once again.

"That's what keeping her so distracted? She does this every time." Shocked that he didn't see this, I asked-

"You really didn't notice? They're pretty obvious." Grinning, he shrugged a little.

"I was only ever focusing on you." Face heating up, I looked away quickly and listened as he laughed a little. The cold was getting worse the later it got and my body was shaking at this point.

"She'll never hear the end of this. Making you suffer whilst she has her play dates." He muttered, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Even I considered leaving but there's nothing for me at home. Now, there's nothing for me here either. She barely registers that I'm there." I didn't mean to get choked up, but tears gathered in the corners of my eyes and my voice wavered.

"Maybe I should just go home. I'm not needed here anymore. Y'know, people always told me I was the second choice." Maybe it was the cold, making me ramble on about the things that had been building up for a while. Pressing my lips together, I let out a quiet sniffle. Instantly, I was turned around and pulled into the masters hold properly. His arms were wrapped around me tightly and, on instinct, I buried my face into the crook of his neck. Tears ran down my cheeks but he didn't seem to mind.

"Dont say that. You're not a second choice. Just because that idiot woman is love struck, doesn't mean you're worth any less." The master spoke softly, rubbing my back which both soothed me and created extra heat.

"You're the reason I agreed to her idea. The only reason I followed you around was because I wanted to be near you." Stunned at his admittance, I lifted my head just enough to look at him. Just by reading his expression, I could see it was sincere.

"Could of just come to me normally."

"Most humans push me away." Resting my head back down again, I gripped onto his shirt weakly.

"I won't. I like your company." It was true. This insane, genocidal man brought me comfort.

"I'll remember you said that, sweetheart." The pet name just caused me to smile. Beginning to feel light headed, I went slightly limp and the master cursed under his breath.

"Try to stay awake, I'm trying to contact her." Knowing he meant with his mind, the doctor was most likely Ignoring him. Like always. He kept grumbling about how ignorant and careless she was. Agreeing mentally, I perked up once hearing the familiar engines of the tardis. Out she came, placing her hands on her hips dramatically.

"What are you whining about? I've only been gone a little while!" The doctor almost yelled, clearly annoyed that he'd been contacting her.

"A little? It's been three hours and you damn well know the conditions of this planet!" He spoke through gritted teeth, glaring at the blonde lady. She just scoffed.

"You're fine! Honestly. You're so dramatic." The sound of her voice became muffled as my body finally gave out. Luckily, the master felt this and lifted me with ease before giving the doc a deadly stare.

"Get out of the way." Eyes wide, she turned on her heal and walked back into her ship, him barging past. Completely ignoring yazs' calls, he was glad to find the tardis had moved my room closer. Pushing the door open with his foot, he was quick to place me down on the bed before pulling the covers up.

"I'll be right back." He smiled before leaving me to get comfortable. The bed was cosy and the duvet brought instant warmth. Not enough though.

The master made his way into the kitchen and began boiling milk. Drumming his fingers against the marble surface, he felt eyes on the back of his head.

"So, did you have fun on your little date, doctor?" Hearing her come closer, she leant against the counter and glared up at him.

"I was, until you got in the way. You know, when you agreed to this I thought you'd be easy for once." Disbelief was written all over his face.

"Your companion was suffering."

"She's stronger than you think." She retorted to his statement. Trying to calm himself down, the master chuckled bitterly.

"No, I know how strong she is. However, when someone collapses in my arms, that tells me they're suffering." Huffing, the doctor threw her arms up in a sort of defeated manner.

"Okay, so I miscalculated time." Pouring the hot milk into the cup, the master reached I to the cupboard to grab the hot chocolate powder.

"Why are you drinking that?" Rolling his eyes at her question, he carried on with making the drink.

"Its not for me." He muttered, hunting around for marshmallows. Realising who is was for, the blonde blinked in confusion.

"(Y/n) likes hot chocolate?" The master picked up the mug and looked to her with a blank expression.

"I've been here two months and I know your companion far better than you do."

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"Here you go." Sitting up, I smiled as the master handed me the perfect cup of hot chocolate. Actually, too perfect. There was seven mini marshmallows floating on top. Exactly how I made it.

"You remembered." I said, simpering at the action that warmed my heart. Coming to sit beside me, he just smirked. Looking smug as ever.

"Of course I did. You make it every time we get back from an outing." Sipping it, I felt content. I had also noticed it was made in my favourite mug.

"Do you need anything?" Humming, I looked up at him and nod immediately. The master stood up, ready to assist but looked perplexed once I'd moved over so I was on the other side of the bed.

"Sit. Stay." Raising his eyebrows, he chuckled and sat down properly. I lifted his arm up and slipped into his hold easily. Almost too easily.

"You needed this?" He asked, thumbing my waist gently. I nod and relaxed completely, my hands holding the mug snug to my chest.

"She's going to come look for me." The master reminded me. Reaching over, I pat the ship affectionately.

"Keep her away, please." Letting of a sound of agreement, I knew I'd been listened to. Finishing my drink, I placed it down then curled up. I felt instantly better and arms circled around me and pulled me in closer.

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A few days later, I was sitting in the console room, reading a book peacefully. I'd been given a half hearted apology from the doctor but that didn't matter to me.

"What are you reading?" Looking up from my page, I smiled at the master and nodded for him to sit next to me. Explaining the Elizabethan literature to him, we began discussing the book in detail. It was nice to finally have someone to talk to. My head rested against his shoulder as we spoke, a calming atmosphere in the air. Unfortunately, we were disturbed once the doctor bounded in with yaz hot on her trail.

"So I'm thinking Trellon? Beautiful planet. Full of unique buildings, exotic markets and-"

"And one of the most deadly royal guards in that part of the galaxy." The master interrupted, looking unamused.

"We'll be fine as long as we don't do anything disruptive." She waved him off, inputing the coordinates into the system. Sighing, the male got up and went to her side.

"Are we sure you'll be okay then?" Letting out a gasp, she seemed almost offended.

"I'm not that bad." He just shrugged. I joined them and looked at her. Seeing the look on my face, I didn't miss the vexed expression.

"Yes you have time to go change. The climate is like that of your home. Lukewarm." Nodding, I left and went into my room. Opting to wear a baggy jumper, short skirt and boots. Making sure my hair was brushed, I felt the tardis land and sprinted back to the console room. Yaz smiled at me and walked over to the door with the doc.

"Ready?" The master held his hand out for me and I took it happily.

Around ten minutes later, we arrived at a huge outdoor market. Different spices and other aromatic smells hung in thr air.

"Now then. Don't wonder off too far and don't get into trouble." The doctor lectured, gazing at one individual in particular. The male besides me held his hands up in defence.

"I make no promises." He chuckled before pulling me off into the crowed. Seemingly excited, I gripped onto his hand, sharing his energy. It was like he was looking for something, inspecting each stall we passed by.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, gazing round in wander. It was extremely busy and the people were dressed up extravagantly.

"Theres this drink. Think, hot chocolate meets cinnamon and maple an-"

"Christmas?" Grinning, he nod and finally came to a halt.

"Yes! Exactly." The master picked up two round, bowl like mugs and handed me one. It was loaded with cream and some sort of sprinkles. Honestly, it looked amazing.

"Try it. You won't be disappointed." Listening to him, I took a sip but only got the cream. Huffing, the masters laugh caught me off guard so I looked up to him.

"What?" Instead of replying, he stepped forward and used his thumb to wipe my nose off gently.

"Try again." Giggling slightly, I took a proper drink this time and my eyes widened at the flavour.

"Good right?" Nodding eagerly, I pointed over to a small box on the counter.

"What's that?" Checking what I was looking at, the master grabbed them and opened it up. Inside were an assortment of colourful tiny blocks. Tilting my head, I watched as he picked one up one and held it to my lips. Giving him a sceptical look, he sighed.

"They're truffles. The sweet kind, not the mushrooms." Taking his word for it, I opened my mouth and was delighted to find it tasted like roasted, caramelised hazelnuts.

"You should trust me by now dear." He spoke almost sadly. Placing the mug down, I hugged his waist tightly.

"I do trust you." Arms wrapped around me and kept me in a protective hold. Like this, I felt content and safe.

"Come on. There's more I want to show you."

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Back on board, I slipped away to take a shower and freshen up. I was happy that, for once, nothing bad happened. Shamefully, it actually felt like a date but I couldn't let myself think like that. Stepping out of my room, I wash shocked to come face to face with the doctor. I smiled up at her.

"Has he hypnotised you?" She spoke sharply, making me very confused.

"What?"

"Or has he promised you things? Empires or galaxies?" Realising she was talking about the master, I blinked at her.

"No? What are you talking about?" I questioned, wondering why she was acting like this. Suddenly, she pulled out her screwdriver and gave me a sonic. Her features were flooded with annoyance.

"I saw you both. Holding hands, sharing food. You even hugged him." Feeling like my privacy had been completely invaded, I moved away.

"You were watching us?"

"I had no choice!" The doctor almost sounded convincing but I knew what she said just wasn't the case.

"Yes you do. You don't need to watch him that closely." Scoffing at my words, she leant back against the wall with a prominent scowel.

"You have no idea (Y/n). He will kill you." Having heard this all before, I rubbed my face in annoyance.

"Dont you think he would of done that by now? Doctor, I think maybe he just enjoys my company." This time, she actually laughed. Her head fell back against the wall before coming up to meet my gaze.

"Oh you poor thing. He really got you didn't he?" Tone patronising, I could feel my blood boiling. Why so suddenly was she treating me like I was nothing.

"Dont talk to me like a child. Just because you think yaz is better than the rest of us, does not give you the right to treat me like shit!" For a moment, she was silent before getting right up in my face.

"You really are stupid! He will manipulate you and treat you like his puppy!" Flinching, I kept my cool.

"Just like you do!" Before she could scream again, I threw my towel at her and ran off down the corridor.

A door suddenly appeared on my left and I entered quickly. Out of breath, I hunched over and successfully held myself from falling.

"(Y/n)?" Looking up, I saw the master sat on a brown leather couch. Taking his glasses off, I wobbled over then collapsed next to him. He sat up and hooked his hands under my arms, pulling me over into his embrace.

"Do you want to kill me? If you do, please just get it done with." After a minute of no reply, his hand began to mess with my hair.

"I'm guessing the doctor had a little word with you hm?" Nodding, I buried my face into his purple vest and took in the scent of old books and ink.

"I always thought, every companion of hers would be on my list. Every one of them have been so annoying. So dumb. Helplessly in love with her." He spoke calmly. His hearts beating in a relaxing rhythm.

"Except you. You've never been afraid of me. You never held the doctor up to a higher standard or treated her as a god." Letting out a sigh, I could tell he was conflicted.

"It took me so long to figure out why I couldn't bring myself to kill you. At first I followed you in hopes I'd just snap like usual. But no. Instead, you bring me peace." Lifing my head, I looked up at him with big eyes. Curious as to where he was going with this, I let him continue.

"You numb the racket in my brain. And whilst I couldn't accept it at first. I do now." I sat myself up, sitting between his legs. Tilting my head, I blushed as he pat cheeks dry gently.

"So no. I'm not going to kill you. Maybe steal you away once I'm finally allowed to go." Giggling, I leant into his larger hand.

"I wouldn't mind that." A grin broke out on his face, pulling me forward yet again so we were even closer.

"Seriously?"

"Why wouldn't I agree? You're more fun than her. Plus, maybe you'll take me where I want to go?" Humming, the master brushed his fingers down through my hair.

"Anywhere you like, as long as I'm sure I can keep you safe." I couldn't help but relax more under his touch.

"I trust you, you know? I know you'd keep me safe no matter what." He grinned, placing a hand on my head and pulling me back into his arms.

"Then, we'll leave. And I'll take wherever and whenever you like." The master spoke softly, leaning down and kissing my head.

"We won't have to deal with this anymore. I promise."

Part 2

[mysteryanimator]

Watch it here :D

(heads up for any odd grammar, Grammarly cannot save me from my dyslexia)

I was originally not going to do a breakdown of this because a lot of my breakdowns and thought processes were getting really repetitive (also i was getting embarrassed by them HAHSDASHBDS). BUT boy oh boy this time around I can actually go "wait i can yap without being repetitive here, maybe, idk, we never know until i write it out."

STORYBOARD/ANIMATIC:

It was really fun to adapt AquliaofArkham's fic into a visual format! This is the specific section I had set out to visualize!

(Yes I only did thumbs for that section and freeballed the rest whoops, y'all do not follow by example, i didn't think i was getting this far tbh)

When translating this from written to visual, there were some key points I wanted down:

They are really really close to each other and the barrier between each other is SO thin, but the air is still super thick

visual eye breathing room compressed???

Is having stillness a way to convey that ???

We are following Mizrak's POV, ergo focus on what Mizrak is focusing on, where is his mind going

hold shots for longer???

limited movement due to Mizrak's hyperfocus???

Make shots intentionally heavily detailed ???

Zoom into details???

As much as I am passionate about storyboards, I do tend to get ahead of myself and end up locking myself into lots of close ups HAHAH. I like having each shot matter to me a lottttt so i end up reverting to reusing a lot of super common shot archetypes due to their attached meanings (I'd love to attend/watch some workshops on this, but uni ;-; i'll be free soon dwdw).

By the way, you will notice the animation is longer then the timed storyboard/animatic. This is because I retimed to placeholder dialogue (which y'all will NOT HEAR THATS EMBARRASSING, i dont need ppl to hear me yell clatter lol). Fun fact I originally had it in the first storyboard to help me with timing and then removed it half way through? Not sure why I did that, but regardless I came back around and retimed it so that the length of each shot feels believable enough to hold dialogue and has enough time to be visually digested by you guys.

ANIMATION:

This was a doozy, not because I found the animation hard, this time I actually was satisfied-ish with most of the end result and started implementing different approaches to the animation from all kinds of media; which was my issue LOL. My understanding of animation changed midway through. I can super distinctly see two different approaches, probably because I slipped into that naturally while having animated shows/movies while doing this and I can probably pin point to you which shots was influenced by what show.

First all dialogue and walking forward: rewatched TLOVM b4 season 3 dropped, which by this point is already out, (uh also Nocturne. again HAHAH)

WHICH, you'll see here, two different set ups were taken LOL (also oof you're seeing my setup). Personally, I like keeping my animation folders to the utmost minimum (so like the right! Olrox's folder is a whole character, separate moving bits like lips or even earrings will be in that one folder) because scrolling through can get a tad overwhelming and daunting, BUT, Olrox walking forward had so many small moving pieces with different timings that multiple animation folders was the best way to handle itttttt.

I feel like I only really care abt this BUT FILE MANAGEMENT IS IMPORTANT AAA. You should've seen my file management this time last year, actually horrific, but I'm so glad I figured out how to be cleaner, in turn speeding up my process. (which honestly was just thanks to being thrown into a studio environment and going "Oh my god so that's what I should be doing" and picking up things I noticed from other animators, which genuinely my learning comes from picking me up and throwing me into the deep end)

Secondly, Olrox arm and a scrapped walking scene: I was watching Prince of Egypt (literally that whole week, planning to rewatch again lmao), Sinbad, Road to El Dorado, and then work from Modernday James, Toniko Pantoja, Edward Kurchevsky

Fun fact, the very first walking was intended to be animated, and i redid it about four times before scrapping it completely. The first three iterations i didn't save because they were sooo clunky . It made me realize I gotta revisit my principles again I'm rusty (and i do LOLOLOL). I scrapped the anim because it did not flow into the next shot nicely but, It was good practice regardless HAHA

While mentally I feel like none of the shots match each other, they still do have some cohesion to one another

COMPOSITING:

The new thing, finally manually did the edge shadows in CSP HAHAH.

I will say this too, I got really nervous atp about the overall "quality" of the anim + the backgrounds. I was getting super hung up over it because I was alr worried abt the animation due to the safer choices I made (but also, I don't have to reinvent the wheel LMAO). SO, when I got to comping it was like "oh actually its actually fine LOL".

i stayed pretty sketchy with these since i was getting way too worried about it and wanted this to stay as a fun side project, also these are without comping- they become way more purple with compositing LOL

I feel like here too I ended up doing less then what I normally do, which I think mighttt be on part to finding more efficient ways to go about compositing things together (and faster too).

Also, I definitely got pushed into trying to lower the layer amount when I saw a tweet about layer efficiency/layer stacks and them mentioning applying Mattes and CC Composite. Actually a godsend, I didn't realize I could combine my effects like that to lower the amount.

Also, I swear no amount of precomping can save me from this. There's probably a better way to go abt this um LOL, everyone is getting a peep at my file management.

Also, I'm realizing I could've done a tad more with the actual composition itself, like the placement and movement of Olrox in the scene where he's walking forward. For now I have to leave it, because also, the intent for this one was to have fun rather then making every anim an exercise or else I'd burn out so fast LOL

Side tangent but, I've been digging my heels into the animation school club workshops on youtube rn due to having a moment with the scrapped Olrox side walk. Which holy shit, things have clicked for me, so I'm going to try and do more rough exercises b4 i do another finished anim again. It turned a light bulb in my head LMAO, and it pushed me to do the recent maria anim and mizrak and olrox kiss which has a massively greater understanding of timing and confidence LMAO

Ok now this is To Love a God finished! Another animation done :DDDDDD I'm super happy to be adapting a fanwork, it's always really fun and super exciting to bring other people's stuff to life, which what made this more enjoyable then anything else.

Will I do another polished anim before next year/before s2? Time will tell but for now i rest and speed to finish another semester of uni (there is a high chance for another anim because of a joke tweet i did not expect to get traction lol)

Thank youuu if you stayed this far, this was really lengthy and i think i went into different unrelated tangents, so i hope you enjoyed me pulling you into different directions HAHAHA

p.s i uploaded this to youtube and theres an age restriction BECAUSE OF THE FEET. Not because Olrox tells Mizrak he would fuck him, no it's his FEET. I've tried to appeal it but cant do much LOLOLOL

[laniminchanlix]

Your ours… (Minlix x reader)

Warnings‼️⚠️: overstimulation, edging, intercourse, oral (f and m receiving), riding, anal, rough play, gags, vibrators, bondage, dirty talk, use of pet names: cumslut, baby boy, baby girl, master, sir, slut, kitten. A little angst (if you squint).

(F reader and Minlix) I can make another one with male reader.

Summary: y/n, Minho, and Felix have all been in a relationship since there college days. There has been some ups and downs with it but they love each other with all there hearts would do anything for each other. Minho is the dominant one of the relationship takes care of us, Felix is a switch more towards being a sub, but y/n she gets crazy she is a big switch can dominate anyone easily. One day after a long day of work Felix comes home to see Minho and y/n cuddling on the couch, he tries to talk to them but they are so invested in each other to notice, so him being the brat he is has an outburst on them and says he’s leaving them for good cause they dont love him anymore, he runs out the house and goes to a club for a drink and from then on it gets heated.

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I remember the day we all met like it was yesterday. I was a transfer student to JYP university I came all the way from Australia. My first day was very hectic, I got lost on my first day, I was so embarrassed I could’ve cried anytime. While wandering around the halls I came across two people a boy around my age which I might say he’s very attractive while who he has in front of him is the most drop dead gorgeous girl giggling with the boy. He has her pinned against the locker smirking and whispering to her. When she was giggling she turned her head my way and we made eye contact, my eyes widened and I tried to hurry away till a voice stopped me, it was the girl.

“Your new here right? I haven’t seen you before.” She said smiling at me walking towards me with the boy, he had no reaction at all just a stern look walking towards me. I was very intimidated so I shrunk possibly smaller than I already was when they were towering over me.

“U-uh, u-um y-yeah I am.” I stuttered out cursing in my head from stuttering to much.

“Well hi there, my name is y/n and this boy here is my boyfriend Minho.” She said linking her arms with his smiling. He just stared at me with his dark expression observing me. I looked away from the staring getting flustered.

“I’m Lee Felix, but just call me Felix I transferred here from Australia.” I said. Looking between them both. They are polar opposites for each other it doesn’t make sense.

“Nice to meet you Felix-ssii, and welcome to JYP university, if you need help you can find us! Can I see your schedule?” She said brightly grabbing my schedule from my hands as she looked through it, I look over at the guy and he still hasn’t took his eyes off me one time, I shifted on my feet a little uncomfortable. I think y/n noticed cause when she looked over at Minho she had this dark like hunger in her eyes and smirked then looked at me.

“We have some classes together same with min over here, your gonna start hanging with us starting today!!” She said grabbing my arm and Minhos then walking down the hall.

That’s how our friendship with us 3 started, I was with them everyday at classes and lunch and we would hangout a lot outside of school going to arcades and skating and going to the movies. I love it, it’s everything I could’ve asked for. It’s been about a year since I’ve been coming to the college and a big turn happened our last year at the college. There was a party that was being thrown after the football game, me not ever been to a party decided to go and let loose for once. I wore a see through lace like shirt with a black leather shirt over it with some leather black pants. And of course I didn’t go by myself I went with Y/n and Min. When we got there it was packed, dancing sweaty bodies everywhere it reeked of weed, sex, sweat, and booze. Not a very pleasant smells but it’ll do. Me being the curious person I am left them two behind without telling them to look around, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup to drink my nerves down. I was leaning up against the counter, then I felt someone press up against me from behind. I froze in shock not knowing what to do.

“Hi there pretty boy. What are you doing here alone?” The stranger whispered close to my ear blowing against sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine.

“I-I’m not alone, could you move.” I said in a whisper pushing against him to get off me, he groaned lowly grabbing my waist real tight pushing his self further against me. My eyes widened and I started shaking from fear.

“Baby, how about we get out of here yeah? Have some fun?” He chuckled darkly and you could hear the evil smirk in it. I started shaking a little and tears started forming in my eyes. He grabbed my arm and went to try and pull me away till the hand was thrown off me, the person pulled me against there chest holding me. I could recognize the smell like the back of my hand. It was Minho his smell was calming my nerves so I snuggled a little closer to him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Minho asked the dude in a growl.

“Come on, we were just gonna have some fun, he’s not with anyone so if you don’t mind I gonna take him now.” The dude said going to grab me again, but Y/n stepped in grabbing his arm twisting it then throwing him off.

“Do not touch him.” She said glaring at him, and let me say if looks could kill he would be dead for sure.

“What’s all this about? Why yall stealing this slut? We are just gonna have fun no need to to be so possessive.” He said chuckling.

“Let me tell you something, with us we do not let people touch what’s ‘ours.’ Minho said darkly. In one swift move he socked him making him stumble to the floor. “Don’t call him a slut again, if I see your face one time around him it’s gonna be worse then just a punch to the face.” He said giving him a deathly stare as we walked away.

My brain was everywhere I’m trying to process what happened, what do they mean what’s “ours.” My mind is running around everywhere. Y/n and Minho walked up to a corner against the wall to talk at. I stood there looking at the floor fidgeting with my fingers my thought running wild. I felt a finger lift my head up to look at them and it was Minho. I took a shaky breath staring wide eyed at him blushing heavily from the close proximity.

“Why’d you run off little one?” He asked his gaze softening while putting a piece of hair behind my ear, dropping his hand down to my cheek rubbing it softly staring into my eyes with… love? “I-I was just curious to see what was all here but then got thirsty and went to get something, I swear I thought you guys were following.” I said quickly so they wouldn’t be mad or scold me. Y/n came up beside me kissing my cheek softly, at this point they are trying to kill me cause it was getting hot in here. I let out another shaky breath. “Lixie baby, it’s okay we aren’t mad just worried that’s all, we don’t want anybody taking what’s ours now right?” She said patting my head softly smiling. “Ours?” I asked confused looking both at Minho and y/n. “Angel, you were ours from the start.” Minho whispered down at my ear chuckling darkly. A shiver went down my spine not a bad one this time a good one, one that made me feel all hot in my stomach, fuck I think I’m getting hard. “Ooh, min baby, I think Lixie here is having problems.” Y/n said giggling trailing her hands down from my chest to my bulge. I gasped slightly face red hot, I bucked my hips into her hand with a slight whimper. “Should we had back home and have some fun hm?” Minho asked in my ear biting lightly on my earlobe. “Y-yes please.” I said breathily with a whimper with the plea. “Let’s go.” Y/n smirked grabbing me and minhos hand walking out.

From that day forward we have made it official with each other and never stopped loving each other dearly.

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Present time:

(Felix’s POV, it will switch to 3rd POV later on)

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Work is hard. Having a job is very stressful. Esports today, I had a very hard day and can’t wait to go home to my lovely’s and snuggle with them talking about my day. I finally got out of the hell hole of work and texted Minho and Y/n that I’m on the way back home. They usually reply instantly but I got nothing back, which is fine I’ll see them when I get home. I finally made it home and parked the car, I got out locked and made it up to the front door unlocked it and walked in, taking my shoes off at the door. I set my coat up on the rack and set my keys down. I heard soft talking and the tv on in the living room, so I walked over there to see y/n and Minho on the couch cuddling laughing and giggling teasing each other. “Hi loves I’m back from work, it was so exhausting.” I said as I sat at the other end of the couch leaning against it with a big sigh rubbing my eyes from the lack of sleep. “Mmm” they both said still invested with each other. I felt a little pain in my heart from the short response. I just looked at them confused and hurt wondering why they aren’t talking to me. “Let me tell you guys about what happened to-“ I was going to say but then got interrupted by y/n laughing loudly aside with Minho “omg stop that’s not funny!!” She loudly said jokingly smacking him in the chest. “Shhh you know it’s true.” He said giggling pulling her closer. I got even more hurt from having no attention. Me being the insecure person I am was thinking hella hard. Do they not love me anymore? They would be better together just then right? They’re tired of me aren’t they? All of those thoughts running through my head. “Guys?” I said softly, but got nothing in response they are still talking softly with each other giggling. “Helllooo?” I said louder catching there attention. “What?” Minho kinda snapped at me, my eyes widened a little bit at the stern tone he had, I felt my eyes start watering up, “n-nothing I’m just gonna go get something to eat.” I said quickly getting up, “that was weird.” Minho whispered to y/n, y/n’s eyes followed me with a soft look. They went back to being invested in each other as I make me a sandwich silently crying.

I stood there listening to them getting more hurt and angry. I had enough of this I’m gonna speak about this. I set my cup down harshly startling them, walking to the living room looking at them, they both looked up at me confused. “Listen I don’t know what’s going on if this is some prank or whatever, but I had a really bad day at work excited to come home and snuggle with my lovers and tell them about it, but all I got was silence the whole time, I tried to sit here and tell you but y’all ignored me and that hurts. Do you guys not love me anymore?! Am I being a burden?! Are you guys getting tired of me?! That’s all I’m thinking right now and you guys haven’t noticed I cried in the kitchen if you would just take your eyes of each other for one second to notice. I love you guys so much, but if that’s not how you guys feel anymore quit playing me and just tell me! It’s whatever I’m going out I’ll be back later.” I said loudly to them grabbing my coat and keys putting my shoes on walking out the door.

“Fel-“ Minho went to say but Felix was already out the door. “Baby..” y/n said softly with tears in her eyes. “We hurt him and that hurts me, he’s so insecure and we knew that and we still didn’t give him the attention he needs.” She said softly crying in Minhos chest. “It’s okay love, I’m hurt to don’t worry.” He said sniffling a little. “What are we gonna do?” Y/n asked looking up at Minho with teary eyes. “We are gonna go get our angel back.” He said getting up as y/n did to getting ready to go get Felix.

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I know it’s very short but I didn’t have time to finish it up, but this is the first part I will be making the 2 part and it will come soon!! Please enjoy!!

Minlix 🤭

[dausy]

Back when the Barbie movie came out a couple of extremely girly hot-pink cafes opened. I didn't want to go by myself (when husband was deployed) because they seemed awfully crowded during Barbie and they're downtown and I hate trying to park in downtown areas. Anyway, my husband took me to brunch at one yesterday and it was fabulous. We had actually already heard the food was pretty blah but our iced coffes were all actually very good and glittery and cute. Everything was covered in pink and glitter. I'm glad I accidentally dressed appropriately. My one complaint about this city is nobody seems to believe in french pastries. Truly I want just want a good coffee and croissant. You can find a croissant but you can't get it at a coffee shop. If you do then the coffee isn't good.

We then visited the local Comic-con. I like to look but the second hand embarrassment always kills me. Its just not really the land of my peoples. I really wanted to catch glimpses of Patrick Warburton and Zachary Levi on camera but there were so many people, I felt anxious trying to pull out my phone. I was really hoping to find some sort of sailor moon figurine. I know I can purchase them online but I kind of wanted the real life shopping experience. One of my biggest con regrets was years ago, I went to a convention and somebody had a table of unique sailor moon merch. Everything from make-up to jewelry to action figures and just small collectors items. I really wished I had purchased some of the decorative pens and compacts. I've never been to another con like it. This convention, while we are in a large city, is not the biggest convention I've been to. I think the coolest booth I found was for Teeturtle. I did find this little simba figuring which Id never seen in real life before. There was another disney 100 one but panicked at the price of both figures together and didn't buy both.

after that my husband wanted to go to a Gun show ('merica!) and I think he was a little disappointed with it. I was just kind of fascinated because it was inside a freemason hall and I'd never been in one before and it was really weird. They didn't have that many guns. They actually had a lot of scentsy and those adhd bubble fidget toy booths haha. I also saw just as many porn books there as I did at the anime convention.

but in any case the weather was actually gorgeous for once. I just enjoyed being out of the house. We also had a post wide yard sale and we drove around a bit looking at items we dont really need. We also stopped at an alterations place to get my ball gown fitted. I procrastinate too much and the dress I was eyeing was out of stock so I just chose..one of the bajillion others I saved on pinterest and it came in the mail within 24hours but alas..I have short legs and its too long.

I have poor sense of time and didn't realize our ball is in like 2 weeks..and now I have to figure out what to do about my hair. Im going to make last minute hair and pedicure appointments..or do what I did the last time and just do everything myself and wonder what I would look like if I was professionally prettied.

also, we went to a baseball game last weekend and my horrible sunburn is starting to peel off. My entire forehead and ears are flaking in small chunks going up into my scalp. Its a lot of fun.

I did film for youtube and I feel like I have enough extra stuff for a life vlog which is everything I listed here so its probably ruined.

also our facility owner apparently hates me again for something he did that I didn't do so I'm yet again counting days of which its appropriate to have a gap in my resume before we move from here.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

EPISODE 5……..🥺

Right off the bat, i love the idea of percy’s forehead peeking out of the water, like the mysterious mermaid he is

Annabeth was the best part of the episode as always

Thought they were gonna talk more about thalia percy parallels grover just looked a lil tad distressed and that was it but whatever

Percy and his lil ‘hi’s will never stop being funny

the usual “i thought annabeth was gonna punch me but she was actually nice to me guys who would’ve thought someone would be happy to see me” narrative still shining through WITH THE HUG PLS CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET THE HUG WAS

grover’s so confused like “literally an hour ago you guys hated each other….am i missing out on some plot point”

dude was ‘looking for new tickets in the st. Louis arch as if they were going to be on the floor lying somewhere💀

Percy’s face when he addresses grover after the hug, he’s so proud someone actually hugged him 🥹his face is just like “hey grover look SHE’S HUGGING ME🥺”

Can I just say the writing for percy is perfect

like he’s so 50% there like he’s so good at communicating and asking what’s wrong and trying to understand the other person’s feelings (sally jackson’s son for you) but at the same time he has NEVER had a friend before so he ends up embarrassing himself 😂😭

”im pretty sure that’s what friends do” “….at least i think that’s what they do” pls 😭

grover’s face too help you’re already tired of being third wheel???oh honey this is THE FIRST HALF OF THE FIRST BOOK get comfortable

not their lil heads popping out and going back in. Peak comedy right there

Seriously adam did reallyyyyyy good as ares. Theres no one else i can imagine anymore as ares. The delicateness of his ‘good mood’ as if it is gonna break any second, the rage and fury but at the same time being extremely funny???

the diner looks so cosy it’s so cute

was kinda missing some percy rage in this but it comes out at the last so its fine

The real reason for grover to be so okay staying back is not the strategy of getting answers out of ares but because of how tired he was of taking care of annabeth and percy.

I feel like they should be showing luke more (later on they will, i have faith) im already forgetting about him it wont hit as hard if i dont remember him

Percy “ive not seen many movies since im broke” jackson x annabeth “ive never seen a movie since i live in a magical camp” chase

but the fact that annabeth’s never seen a movie kinda erases the fact that later on in hoo, annabeth talks about watching cheesy old romance movies with her father which kinda contributes to their dynamic but

the fact that percy would probably be the first one to take her to the movies makes me not care

honestly tho IM REALLY REALLY HOPING THAT THEIR FIRST MOVIE WONT BE THE ONE AT THE START OF BOTL I’d rage as much as annabeth when i see percy with rachel (not that im a rachel hater, im a circumstances hater)

grover is such a good therapist, like he is THE EMPATH. He tripped the god of war into talking about his life this is a grover appreciation post

annabeth zoning out with fascination at the mechanics and also i love the “percy being done with annabeth” representation

i cant see anything so nothing to say here

SEAWEED BRAIN THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT IN PJOTV HISTORY THE FIRST SEAWEED-

grover manipulating ares through his emotions>>>>>

also ares roasting athena

Percy sacrificing himself AGAIN like the depressed kid he is

annabeth immediately reassuring percy that she would save his mom the character developmentttttttt from being inconsiderate about percy losing his mom to promising that she would save the lady EVEN THOUGH SHE BARELY KNEW HER

This is giving me too many feelings guys the lady she’s promising to save is the lady who will be the best mother figure who will singlehandedly heal her mommy issues AND BECOME HER MOTHER IN LAW

“Its warm” i thought this was gonna be the last thing he says before whatever was gonna happen to him so i was like lol famous last words

but fr tho the intenseness of annabeth crying for percy to GET UP and percy’s just fading out of the world trying not to cry trying to reassure annabeth that he’s okay IN WHAT WOULD BE HIS LAST FEW WORDS, literally everything he does is for someone else even in his dying moments its just magelhi”gdsjihoawerhoudfjls

especially with the “im not…..” [okay] lol we have always known that percy, it aint a big surprise

i got to applaud leah for how she portrayed annabeth’s brain chemistry altering every minute with percy and how that influenced her speech with hephaestus

i cant believe thats leo’s dad hes giving santa claus i do like him tho

Now that i think about it the percabeth hug should have been after percy comes back to life not after the louis arch scene since they were just starting to have two minutes of chemistry there and have the “you dont have to feel bad about the hug” in the zebra truck scene

percy trying to intimidate ares lolllll walker scobell did his best to make it look real tho so good for him for not representing it as it was; a lil 12 year old child threatening a wrestler looking god of war

”Thanks for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers” will forever be in the cinema hall of fame

i feel like grover either is going to say the wrong person or he’s going to figure out it’s luke but something’s going to stop him from saying it out loud

or he’ll say it which causes some angst amongst the team who dont trust him cuz both annabeth and percy worship luke like there’s no tomorrow

RAINBOW?? OHH THEYRE GONNA IRIS MESSAGE LUKE??

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA

[alienaiver]

oh, for the little writing game how about sakusa wasn't sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but he knew... 

also, sorry in advance if the prompt is not very useful haha (๑^-^;๑) i'm sending you lots of love, nohr ♡ you are a fantastic writer!!

ELLE !!!! this one RAN from me i swear i have no idea how it got so long...... it was so fun!!!!!! i hope you enjoy it! im not sure if its exactly what you envisioned but i hope it works all the same and makes you smile !! i love a little lovesick-but-very-awkward sakusa so much.... have a whole fic in my mind for him about being Like That with msby supporting him in woo'ing you //sobs hes SO GOOD had to give this a read more bcos it got long and dont wanna attack anyone with the length LKJFESKFJS <33333

send me a sentence + character and ill write a short scenario where the sentence's included!

Sakusa’s late. It’s a long list of annoying circumstances that makes him late for the last practice of the season – one that he’s been dreading because not much has gone his way and ending it on a negative note grates him. He’s in need of a new phone currently and while that may seem unrelated, it’s unfortunately not. His alarm clock – that Miya talks shit about because who uses alarm clocks in 2022? – laid it’s life last winter and he hasn’t been able to find one that’s the same.

Which is important, because the sound of the clock is what matters and his old one was right.

So he’s been using his phone the past year and it hasn’t been much of a problem for the first part until the battery mysteriously started being unreliable. First, he cursed the charger and bought two or three new ones before he had to finally admit it had nothing to do with those – but that his six-year-old Huawei was about to say goodbye.

Which is still impressive because back then he picked the phone based on the price and didn’t expect it to last as long as it has. He was a broke student at the time and while he isn’t one now, the phone market has become so over-saturated and frankly overwhelming. Every time he goes online to check out which phone to purchase there’s a long list of perks that makes him decide on one – and then he stumbles upon a Reddit post that tells of the longest lists of downsides he’s ever seen.

And it’s like this with every phone he finds. Which pisses him off and he’s been putting off getting a new one precisely for that reason. Komori’s talked about just getting the first and best one since they’ll all have drawbacks but it seems like too a significant choice to just leave up to random chance – what if one of the exact downsides are what he needs the most?

But his alarms didn’t go off – and last night he came in late because Bokuto, Hinata and Miya insisted on watching movies and eating together. If they mention how late he stayed, he’ll probably tell them he felt it rude to leave. If he wasn’t so grumpy from waking up on the wrong side of bed, he’d have told them he had fun. Genuine fun.

He opens the doors to the arena they train in and go straight to the changing rooms. He’s trying to turn on his phone as he walks, knowing the way by heart. Considering that others might walk on his exact route wasn’t on his mind today, so the impact he feels at walking straight into you and dropping his phone makes him yelp out loud. He inhales sharply to try and mask his embarrassment from making the sound of loud. He narrows his eyes as he watches you, keeping himself as neutral as possible.

Of all days, he meets you today.

Sakusa’s not sure if it’s a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but he knew… today would be the day he asks you out. After all, he won’t have a reason to come here for a while as off-season begins.

There’s a small café in the sports arena that mostly sells sports drinks and quick foods for the athletes who come here. You work there and every day you sell him all the sports drinks for the entire team. He volunteers to pick them up every time so he can have a chance to talk with you but fails miserably every time. It always becomes a stuttering string of words as he pays for the drinks and bows at you before he awkwardly tries to balance them all in his arms.

Once, you even helped him carry them. He blushed the entire way and said not a single word to you.

You apologize and bend down to pick up his phone. The screen is shattered to pieces – no luck turning that on now, he thinks. You start to apologize profusely as you realize what’s happened and he yells, “it’s okay, it was”- he clears his throat to control his volume- “broken anyway!”

You nod but still let out a final apology, “I have to get a new one too, it’s just so annoying to find one between all the brands…” you scratch at your scalp with frustration. Sakusa’s eyes lights up – a common subject!

“Do you want to buy new ones together?”

Fuck. That’s too direct. You laugh and your smile takes his breath away, “…sure? It might be nice to discuss it with someone besides the seller trying to make a buck!” you nod, “you’re Sakusa, right?”

You introduce yourself properly for the first time and it’s not until Miya comes and yell for him to hurry or coach’s gonna kill you that he’s able to leave your side.

“Come by the café in your break and I can give you my contact information!” you promise him as you watch him walk away. Sakusa steals not one but two glances back at you before the door to the changing rooms closes behind him. He’s never been happier about a broken phone in his life.

[speaking-at-the-theater]

watching and dreaming

WATCHING AND DREAMING! i’ve got popcorn and soda ready :D 

OH SHIT

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the in-between? yay?

funky little in-between places between worlds, the unknown, the in between, the nowhere realm, gotta love them

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FUCK

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AMITY VS LUZ! the fight to the death literally no one wanted!

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oh shit. poor…..everyone!

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terribly sad moment but the color coordination or purple+green+red´+yellow+blue was great (couldnt get a pic w amity’s hair in it that didnt exclude hunter

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gotta love those tiny details in dream sequences that remind the mc that something is wrong. toh is so good at that, keeping consistency across eps! a witch’s duel was introduced in s1, and yet now they are recalling the concept, drawing attention to it, in a way

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it’s interesting how ‘light’ here also has implications of truth, reality, knowledge. reminds me of hs in a way, though ik the idea is not exclusive to that

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family reunion time!

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rai-rai? really?

collector is soo cute!

collector is just an amoral child propaganda yes!

(can you guys tell i love collector???)

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spiders are cool yes!!

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wow! character who does bad stuff but doesnt realiza it’s bad? sign me right up! i love collector, did you know that?

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the interesting contrast of childish innocence plus terrible atrocities is always fun to watch

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watcha playing eyyy!!

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love how luz, eda and king are kind of showing collector what his games feel like (getting injured, painful) for them, while being part of the games themselves! i imagine this si setting up for a ‘stop! this isnt funny anymore’ ‘well, that’s what everyone else feels too’ moment

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poor collectorrrr nhghhshshshsh new fave character ig

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O COLLECTOR IS THEY THEM I DIDNT NOTICE

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love this shot

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collector is so like a child, they encounter a feeling they dont like and immediately become mean

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couldnt help but notice their eyes were without that white dot- kinda like the amity-puppet, yk?

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collector spinel kinnie, also older-collectors are archivists? cool

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ok so my predictions about the archvists taking collector in where wrong, cool. might wanna do something with that later tho

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man that’s- that’s sad. collector literally got abandoned by their siblings, and then made new friends, just to see their siblings practically genocide everyone there, just for one of their friends to blame them for that and trap them in an empty dimension for a lot of years (and obviously leaving collector w some trauma). even if they dont say it in grown-up words, what happened to them was awful

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luz collector parallels yes!

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fuck you belos! go raine!

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texts i found

-liar

-i gave up my palisman for you (i think?)

-im done

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oh they really said ‘go big or go home’ w the horror here didnt they? 

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i think it’s cute, seeing luz tell her story of the owl house. kinda like those end of movie narration where the mc describes what they learned. very…heartwarming, excuse me while i cry bc this is the series finale

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the knee! i love that theme of ‘can you hear the world singing?’ i’ve seen in so many other places. real magical. and TITAN MAGIC?? gimme.

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no but fr they baby

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collector saying a baby could do what it took luz like 6 eps to learn

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i love!!!!! the idea that luz and the titan/isles are connected to eachother, have loved it since i first came upon it in s1, i should do a (heavily canon divergent basically full on au) fic of it.

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at first i heard ‘he must really like you’ as ‘he was really like you’ and honestly i like both.

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‘hear that?’ ‘hear what?’ didnt that also happen last ep? i’ve been watching so much media it’s mixing around in my head

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oof. collector recognizing raine’s earring. 

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oh?? collector tell us your plan??

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‘kindness and forgiveness’ wont help you now collector.

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also isnt belos kinda a titan now??? should he be inmune to collector’s magic?

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what a load of second-hand embarrassment

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collector is such a child!! they see a new rule in this game we call life and they assume it always applies and are surprised when it doesnt! .

‘no, you did good, collector’ yes!! bc collector wasnt completely in the wrong for wanting to understand belos! it means they learned from what luz taught them!! it’s not their fault belos is an asshole!

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wow! for everyone who thought king was gonna be the petrified one this season, not quite!

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that silent ‘oh no’ look

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no dont say that!! that’s sad!!! i’m sad now!!

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luz! light! she became light!!

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gotta love ‘tiny golden sparks representing magic through a connection with the world surrounding you’ sounds too specific but both toh and spop have done it!

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collector i gte you’re grieving but please stop putting yourself in dangerous situations you have to be rescued from

even so: ‘the archivists arent here! the couldnt have taken her!’ noooo

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oh. luz’s…..shards, return to the stars. the light glyph is written in the stars. huh.

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‘i should have thanked them’ oh. bc everytime they get separated, the separated party thanks luz (‘luz, thank you for being in my life’ ‘thank you for being my big sister’)

i’m crying now.

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KING’S DAD????

i should be more surprised but this was set up since the beginning

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‘luz is a noceda! you know what that means? it means she’s too strong to let any of this bring her down’ literally!! the name noceda means ‘don’t give up/yield’ theory of language my beloved

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‘I’m sorry for everything!’ reminds me of catra. damn. and ‘i don’t want anyone else to go missing……’

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i need the music for the titan luz scene.

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love this logo?? bc 1 it reminds me of the solar system which correlates w the space theme we’ve got going but also, it reminds me of like, connection. how mixing glyphs together makes them stronger. how luz’s strength is in her friends, her attachments, her connection to the world!

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OH!!! THE INTRO LEITMOTIF IN THE TITAN LUZ SCENE!!!

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is that collector screaming????

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no he looks like a cat fr

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no but??? the isles being overtaken by green vegetation?? utterly natural for humans (belos, and to an extent luz) but utterly alien to the people of the isles?? then luz giving back the red vegetation??? smth about accepting other people’s differences even if they dint align w yours???

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gotta love all the callbacks this ep is doing. i could make a compilation of them but it’s like they’re saying ‘we know this is the end, but remember the journey’ remember remember remember ughhhhhh toh will never die.

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love how all the glyphs have their natural element form, but also other connotations! the light glyph deals w light, but also knowledge, truth (it helps wake up the people of the isles) but also the obscuring of truth (the invisibility glyph) while fire is both fire and like, movement, the sphere titan!luz travels in is made of fire glyphs while the teletransporting spell has a fire glyph in the middle, light also seems to have themes of ife? and it makes sense for fire to be movement: the more hot something is, the more the atoms in it aare moving and just…. hajdjakd.

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eda’s requiem???

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what the fuck  is going on here what does that do

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also ‘i am the good witch luz child of the human real student of the demon realm’ YES????? BC SHE’S NO LONGER PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE, SHE’S ACCEPTED WHO SHE IS AND WHERE SHE COMES FROM

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MORE CALLBACKS

collector seeing the hex-children and curling up…… gonna save this

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whoa!! belos is a bastard!! come on, still attepmting to manipulate luz??

also ‘you’re human, you’re better than this’ ‘WELL WE AINT’ (stomps) YESSSS 

and the acid rain not hurting luz….nice detail. the titan does look upon her

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’Hunter deamonne is canon!!’

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uh??? no- no more glyphs???????  nooo

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my babies!!!! theyre all so grown up now

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in remembrance of flapjack 

ToT

…..

i’m going to cry now. bye

i have no grand speech about how much this means to me, mostly bc there are no words to describe it. it’s just…..thank you, TOH, for being in my life.

[destinygoldenstar]

Golden Analyzes 2002 Nominees “Ice Age”

*Have Seen Prior*

Starting off the 2002 Oscar Nominees, we’re going in alphabetical order.

We JUST have to watch the first one for this. We don’t have to watch any of the atrocious sequels. THANK GOD.

I’ve seen all the movies. I’m pretty indifferent to their existence. But in terms of objective quality, the sequels are quite shit. BUT the first one I remember being fine.

And I am predicting of the five we have to watch, this one will be the weakest. I mean, when competition is Lilo & Stitch, Spirit, Spirited Away, & Treasure Planet… yeah.

And by the way, unlike last year, I have seen ALL five of these movies before. (My GF hasn’t seen the two spirit movies)

Let’s get going…

Reaction:

Bold is my GF’s words

“I like how the streaming service title screen has the squirrel front and center, which makes me think Scratt is the main character.”

“Oh look it’s the main character!”

“I was always confused why he’d want to put the nut in the ground. Don’t they do that in the spring?” “It’s Ice Age. THERE IS NO SPRING.”

“That’s not how ice works”

“He has nature itself targeting him. Op, you broke our land, now you suffer eternally… Ice Age is secretly hell.”

“They never see him either. He must be a god.”

*You can play extinction later!* “So they’re playing dead?” “That didn’t look like they were playing dead that looked like they were swimming in… not gonna say.”

*Animal falls off the cliff and dies* “How did that get past the censors?!” “Died of stupidity.” “How did that get scripted and animated and no one said ‘hey maybe this implies something and we shouldn’t have it’”

“Oh yeah I forgot about this” “I always feel so bad for Sid. His family abandoned him and does not love him. They came back in the fourth movie just to drop off his grandma cause they didn’t want her either. It’s so messed up.”

*Isnt there anyone who cares about Sid the Sloth?* *Nope* “That’s depressing.”

“I survived Shrek. I watch Total Drama. It’s grosser than this. I can manage.”

”He’s just like me.”

“Kicks him off.” “😂”

“This is literally just Shrek again.” “Yep.” “Im not saying they’re ripoffs.” “Yeah, considering they get another guy and a baby and theres no women.” “😂 There’s no women?!”

“Oh, Manfred? I thought it was Manny for the longest time. I didn’t know he had a full name.”

“These humans models do not hold up.”

” I just feel so bad for Sid. His family abandoned him. They tied his hands and feet and barricaded the cave door and covered their tracks so he couldn’t find them- THAT IS MESSED UP!!” “…I was just focusing on how he wasn’t even covered by the rain.”

*Scratt Appears* ”Oh hey it’s the main character.”

“Nature HAS to actively be against him. This is secretly Hell. Ice Age takes place in hell.”

*Jumps off the waterfall* “…they’re both dead.”

”They also tame wolves, I don’t think these humans are the good guys. Don’t hurt animals.”

“Because we’re so much more complex and capable of doing whatever, we tend to make a lot of bad choices. Cats for example don’t have existential crises. They just want to roam around and nap.”

“I’m sorry, we’re you expecting me to jump off a cliff?!”

*you’re an embarrassment to nature, you know that?* “😂”

*You two are a bit of an odd couple* *There is no us* “😂 This movie is these three forming a polycule. That’s it. That’s the plot.”

“I just realized how many fat jokes they make with Manny.” “He’s a mammoth. He’s supposed to be that size.”

”Oh this is hell right here.” “Yep.” “Ice Age is hell.”

“This is me with babies. Everyday.”

“…I think I would die if that happened to me.”

“We always quote ‘the last melon’ in our house. All the time.”

“I thought dodo birds were a seventeenth century thing.”

*dodo casually dies* “WHY ARE THRY SO CALM ABOUT THAT?! A DUDE DIED!!”

“This is how the dodos went extinct.”

*unison* “The last melon.” “The last melon.” “😂 I’m sorry I had to.”

*Dodo bites Manny* “I DONT REMEMBER THAT. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!” “What?” “The flipping bird went up his anus!” “…he bit his tail. What are you talking about?” “Didnt show it!”

“And then he smashes it.” *smashes it* “Yep.”

“Actually, that was the best thing he could’ve done with that melon.”

”A tree is better than you Sid. A TREE is better than you Sid.”

”Hey look it’s the main character!”

“They CAN see him. Who would’ve thought? Or is it ‘Huh, this invisible force is wrestling my face!’”

“Thats how I sleep.”

“Ooh the eyes.”

“…what?????”

” I don’t like how those lady sloths look…”

“🫣” “WHAT?!” “Excuse me, what?!” “You want to make babies with a guy you just met?!”

*You just keep marinating and I’ll be right back* “🫣” “MARINATING?!” “I don’t want to be here anymore…”

*It’s hard to find a family guy* “THIS HAS TO STOP. How many movies are gonna break me?!”

”Two bros chilling in the hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay.”

“Just breaks his neck and kills him.” “Yeah.”

“Wait is he actually gonna kill him?!”

*I don’t eat junk food* “OOOOOOOHHHHH” “That’s actually a great roast.”

“Why is there a gizzard in the Ice Age?”

*I don’t care who started it I’ll finish it!* “Me and my family in a nutshell.”

“Hey look it’s the main character!”

“If that’s all it takes to cause an avalanche of that size…”

“Oh it’s a museum… a museum of corpses.”

“Uuuuuuhhhh… what??? It’s the Ice Age. Excuse me?”

“Reminds me of something from Ninjago Season 5.”

“Hey look it’s the main character!”

“That looks painful! Grinding your nails on the ice… UGH…”

“Hey look its the main character!”

“That doesn’t look like tag. That looks like something else. And I don’t want to finish that suggestive sentence.”

“Why is that the best scene in this entire movie?”

“I think they completely forget about this in the sequels and never bring it up again. It’s part of the canon that Manny had a wife and kid that were killed.”

“How is there snow if there’s hot lava? It’s hell. There’s no other way. Ice Age is hell.”

“Three bros chilling in the lava, five feet apart cause they’re not gay.”

*Why don’t you make it realistic?* “Why are there so many fat jokes in this movie? My gosh.”

*Hey lovebirds* “😂Come on…”

“Oh god it’s moving. It’s coming to wreck havoc on us all!”

“Hey look it’s the main character!”

“It’s an acorn. How does that work?”

“I think he just killed all of them…”

“Uh… I think that tigers dead since he can’t get out of there.”

“OH… that’s actually a brutal death. We all talk about how gruesome Disney Villain deaths are, but never anything else…”

“…you know that if there weren’t any more sequels, Diego would’ve stayed dead. This was so fitting to end off his story.”

“You just see a giant mammoth holding your baby and you’re just like ‘okay’.”

*I got nine lives* “Yeah, sure. I like you and I wish you were dead.”

*Global Warming* “Yeah! We’re in hell!!”

“Hey look! It’s the main character!”

“I’m sorry, WHAT? Two thousand years?! How’d he even get in ice? What?!”

“How long does this take? How does he not DIE?”

“Okay, I can get it when it was ice, but ROCK-it’s a cartoon, what am I saying?”

“And that’s your confirmation. Ice Age takes place in hell.”

“I can’t believe the main character was barely in the movie. SMH.”

Review:

Ice Age The Movie’s main setting is HELL and I will not be convinced otherwise. This is THE TRUTH BEHIND ICE AGE.

BUT HEY, THSTS JUST A THEORY-

During this movie, me and my GF made these two running jokes. One was that the movie took place in hell, and that the main character was Scratt. Because the main streaming service page where we watched this heavily advertised THE SQUIRREL as the main character. It was funny.

Idk why this squirrel is even in the movie, he serves absolutely zero purpose or relevance to the story at all, but you know what? He is epic and that’s all that matters.

Ice Age is known NOW as the franchise that won’t die, and I’ll bet in ten years it’ll give The Land Before Time a run for its money.

Btw, if you want my opinions on the sequels: I stopped after Collision Course and didn’t see anything after that. And all the sequels are atrocious dumpster fires that add NO value.

Can we go back to the days when this was just one solid film?

Subjectively, as someone who hates babies, I am naturally bias against this movie. I’m kinda half joking. But other than that, this movie is just a very simple story about these three animals trying to get a human baby home, and along the way becoming a polycule-I mean found family.

That’s all it needed to be.

And without all the irritating characters from the sequels, the movie can focus solely on its meme worthy comedy and it’s central characters.

The comedy’s kinda a mixed bag for me personally. You can tell Shrek had some inspiration. It’s that way for a lot of movies. Some bits are memes for a reason. Others kinda had me scratching my head.

“Yeah! Global Warming! We’re all gonna die!! We’re in hell!!”

There’s A LOT more jokes about DEATH than I remembered.

I mean, I never actively cringed at anything like I thought I would, so that’s impressive.

I also think this found family dynamic works. It helps that the movie takes its time to explore all three of these guys and their distinct personalities. I totally buy that they’d bond the way they did.

Diego’s probably my favorite character in the movie. I mean if you don’t count the ironic side of things (SCRATT ALL DAY BABY). I think his redemption was very natural and well built up to, and his sacrifice was decently touching.

If there weren’t any sequels, you know he would’ve stayed dead.

Or not. Kids movie. Idk.

Sid just very casually has this really F’d up backstory and family life and it drove my GF insane a couple of times.

At least in this movie, while he’s not a top tier comic relief character, he was never awful or irritating. I can use those adjectives for a bunch of other comic reliefs.

There really isn’t too much to say about a movie as simple as this. With other movies, there’s more of a psychological thing to talk about in either it’s theming or characters. But this movie’s simplicity is just that blatant. Not saying it’s a bad thing.

And the animation is… well… it’s 2002, whatcha gonna do?

The animation is the ONLY thing that is superior in the sequels. In this first movie these are some very blocky models and some really bland backgrounds. The humans do NOT look right.

The scene where they animate the cave art to tell Manny’s backstory is the highlight of the movie for a reason. At least for me.

Very well done scene where the art style and animation tells the story. No dialogue. No words. You see it and you understand it.

It’s nice when a kids movie respects the kids and understands they can pick this sort of stuff up for themselves. Kids aren’t stupid.

It’s BAFFLING to me that the sequels completely forget about this very vital backstory of Manny’s and never being it up again. BUT I DIGRESS.

What? Is taking death seriously crossing a line? Don’t wanna make the kids sad. That’s not the brain rotting mush you want in sequels.

This first movie is actually a lot darker when you think about it for more than five seconds.

The story is about these starving sabor tooth’s that want to eat a human baby, and then the mother of that baby falls to her death to save him. We witness the dodo’s extinction. And quite possibly one of the most underrated villain deaths in an animated movie in terms of gruesomeness. Like DEAR GOD…

It’s not very chill.

But I appreciate a movie that doesn’t shy away from death as a concept. Again, respectful to the kids who shouldn’t be treated like morons.

I really appreciate this movie’s existence and what it’s done. And I feel SO BAD for Blue Sky.

BUT WHAT ABOUT SCRATT?! THINK OF SCRATT!!

Anyway, continuing with 2002, Lilo & Stitch is our next movie.

#shrek#shrek 1#animation#best animated film#animated movies#dreamworks#dreamworks animation#movie review#movies#reactions#film review

[fishchomp]

you're money, baby. you're money.

dreams are a sort of sacred place. but last night you appeared and you read all of my journals (ones that don't even exist in realife, secrets that i would be too embarrassed to admit) and you laughed and i was there to watch but you never spoke to me, you just laughed. sonow im scared to see what tonight may bring. we watched that movie swingers last night, and now we've seen 6% of all of vincevaughns movies even though it feels like we've already seen a lot of them. jon favreau ran from new york to LA because his exgirlfriend found someone new and he was sosad even though he was that one who left her, and he was so sad that its all he could think about. all he did was wait for her to call, but she never did.and vince vaughn kept saying no, youre money baby, youre money. but he wouldn't listen. but then he met this lady named lorraine and they went swing dancing (which i guess is where the title comesfrom) and then his ex girlfriend calls him but he hangs up on her because lorraine is on the other line. i guess the only cure to heartbreak is a girl who can swing dance. i think things are getting distant again, but its not myfault.it actually never is, because im not the one that's going away (except i also am). im going to keep trying, ill never stop trying, but i dont know if its because i love you or because im building a case against you. i watched a bunch of grown men fight in my text messages yesterday and i waited six days to open a text because i was soscared of what it said but then it just said things like "its okay" and "i understand". well, pain is just another thing to feel. love is just another thing to feel. nothing real is really real. you feel? i slept on the amtrak twice this week. its a very [vulnerable / humiliating]* experience. and its honestly not even a pretty view. a 20 year old kid gave me an edible and i took myself dancing and i bought myself a new york strip steak and i scoffed when they asked for my ID, because don't you know who i am on the inside? my grandfather brings people to the bar he built in his basement and he has them sign the walls and many of those peoplearen't alive anymore, and some of them weren't even that old. i wonder what will happen to the walls in that house one day. we've gotta do karaoke. we've gotta goto that 70s themed club with the rainbow dance floor in the west loop.we've gotta keep eating out even when we shouldn't and we've gotta visit each other again soon and we've gotta keep saying yes even when we're tired. we simply gotta. in the war on celebrities, julian is going first, by the way. *though i guess vulnerability and humility are the exact same thing in a way. you cannot truly be exposed to the world without feeling so uncharacteristically shy. one day i wont even care what [you / anyone] thinks. "where do we go from here, i’ll say, youre a shining star, you'll do great in LA, and i keep fixing every habit that i break"

[journalofabrokenheartedvirgin]

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 I want to get off a stressful day of and work and have you come over with dinner and eat on the floor of my bedroom and talk. I want to go out and sit on sunset cliffs with you, I want to sit and steal kisses on the couch in between episodes, I want you to hold my hands above my head while we kiss on my bed. I just want you. And thats the thing, that the day you broke up with me, I had spent all day looking forward to seeing you. I was with my last client  and I kept saying to myself, “only 2 meow hours before I get to go home and see Ryan. Okay now 1 hours, okay now 30 minutes. I was so excited to see you after spending 3 days away from you and now its been 2 weeks. I miss you. I really do wish ,y first boyfriend had dated me for more than a month. It just all solidified that no one is ever going tot truly want to be with me. I finally found you, someone that likes me, but a month in and youre done. I understand youre busy and need to focus on yourself, but it just makes me feel like im not enough, im not worth the effort it takes to be with. I never am and I never will be. I hope in another sims universe we’re together, because it made me so happy when you said that, and I would like to think that we’re one of the rare ones where we didn’t end up together and in most of the other ones we were destined to be each others person, like I thought we were in this one. I had truly hoped you were my person, but not here, not there, not anywhere. Fuck you, but also not fuck you at all. Its all so confusing because I know you broke it off in respect to me, but also because you didnt want to do it anymore and that is the hardest thing to grasp. That it felt like you liked me, that you wanted me. Instead you were questioning it the whole time. Even when you met my fucking family. Thats just embarrassing, you hadn’t even told your brother. Another boy in my life who didnt tell their brother about me until they found out in another way. Wow, shocker. I now just have to start pushing myself toward and try to get over you. I should block you but I probably won’t, I dont want to hurt your feelings. Speaking of, I wonder what youre going to do with the DnD journal I got you. I wonder if you’ll ever use it, or you’ll throw it in your closet, never to be seen again, or if you’ll give it to a friend. I hope you use it, but ill understand if you dont, considering I cant get myself to use the gifts you gave me. It just hurts too much to do so. I also saw the new trailer for the new DnD movie when I was watching Smile with Summer and Wade and it made me sad because I know that if we had stayed together, I would have gone and seen it With you. Summer said I could go see it with them, but I dont want to see it if its not with you. I also cant watch the rest of Arcane because thats your favorite show and watching it would just make me think of us sitting on the couch and watching it together and I dont want to do that. Everywhere in my apartment makes me think of you and I fucking hate it. I was on the floor of my bed earlier crying at the stuff you gave me/that makes me think of you and it just made me think of eating there together, and i was sitting where we hugged and said we were some of each others favorite people. Or my bed where we sleeping together and you kept getting up to pee and then when you got into bed one time you leaned down and kissed me softly as you got back on my bed. Or sitting on the couch and kissing. And the kitchen where we made mojitos and talked. Pathetically enough, I havent thrown out the extra mint you left here from that night because its the last thing , besides my memorabilia, that I have of you, even though its old and disgusting now. I just want it all back. I just want you back. 

[scwheeler]

🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — never a winner

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: inspired by something i saw on tiktok // knowing mike all these years you would’ve thought he would finally realize and chose you, but not when someone else enters the picture

warnings: this could also work for byler but it’s reader

age of pairing: 14-15

i was fine,

being friends with mike wheeler was all fine and fun until one night he had you sitting on the ground against your bedroom door rethinking your entire friendship with him. all those conversations, small flirty moments, times he would hang back just to talk to you. could it be? no no you were being delusional. but then why would he say he has a crush on a girl to you. he asked you about girl advice, something the mike wheeler had never done in all the six years you’ve known him.

he was saying if he should call her or go up to her, and after a long conversation full of do’s and dont’s, you finally convinced him to bring her tomorrow to the dnd meeting. you honestly thought he was going to bring no one and then say it was you. because you hadn’t seen mike talk to girls and he can’t even talk to girls.

he tried asking for an eraser to carly pent and stuttered so bad, the teacher gave one to him instead to save him from embarrassment. that was what—? like a week ago!

so you dressed your best with a smile on your face and biked over to the wheeler’s house for the meeting. you saw a few bikes, red and blue and the other colors that the party had. then your eyes fell upon a shiny silver one with the engravings ‘el,’ one you had never seen in your life. maybe mike or will got a new one? or maybe it’s lucas? he was asking for a new one for months now. but what the hell does ‘el’ mean?

so you shrugged off the weird feeling and entered the house. you greeted mrs. and mr. wheeler as always and handed them a box of cookies your mom instructed you to give them. then you ran down the stairs with such excitement to tell mike how you felt and not feel awkward anymore. you were tired of waiting and you knew—you just knew that you were the girl he was talking about.

but the second you jumped from the second to last basement step due to a habit you developed, you saw a sight from your nightmares. another girl. she had brown messy hair with a plain shirt and flannel. she held a blank stare and you returned it out of confusion.

when you came.

your mind went poof—! and all your pent up excitement went out the fucking window. “y/n!” you group collectively greeted and you may have muttered a hi or two but your eyes were fixed on this girl. you prayed mike would say she was his cousin but no. the universe hated you. “so now that everyone’s here, i’d like you to meet our new addition to the party, el.” mike seemed happy about this, like he arranged it.

the tone in his voice indicated that he wasn’t trying to be funny or pulling a prank. he actually just invited this girl to join the party. the party that you helped create and max joined, but you didn’t mind. she was funny and entertaining that she was easy to like but by the look on the other girl’s face you weren’t going to like her as much.

and we fought

the next weeks were the most horrible weeks of your life. you never felt so useless, like you didn’t matter. and you especially didn’t know one girl could do all this. she didn’t even do it on purpose, it wasn’t like she was out for you. but she liked mike. she would cling next to him everywhere, whether it was school, meetings, lunch, hangouts. it got frustrating.

you found yourself crying yourself to sleep and asking why she had to come now! but you picked yourself up, you were not going down without a fight. so like a movie, you and el fought for mike. you didn’t know who mike liked. sometimes he would favor you more but sometimes he would favor her more.

like it was all some silly game

your friends didn’t recognize you. you disregarding almost everything else in your life for this. you couldn’t lose! you couldn’t give up now! you were so far in this stupid game. yet you were always tied, no matter how hard both of you tried to one-up each other. it’s be impossible and it wasn’t even like mike made it easier! he didn’t even notice you and el were fighting like lions for him.

over him…

the rest of the party sat on the sidelines, waiting for this dumb feud to be over. they all knew what was happening expect mike. he was oblivious to the fact he would accidentally flirt with one of you guys then do it the other day to the other one.

who he’d chose

but it was obvious? you had been there for mike since he was little. you were there when he got injuries and learned new things. when he failed algebra and had to take it in the summer or when he fell down the stairs and had to get stitches. who had held his hand while he was crying and getting pulled into the ER? you. who helped him all night with flashcards for a midterm? you. who gave him almost all the comic books stacked among his bedroom? you.

and you handed over your win, time after time. you let other girls talk to him and like him. you weren’t possessive or anything but wasn’t this your final time to win? wasn’t it finally your chance to have a happy ending? to put a stop to all those times to sat and stared mike look at another girl. why couldn’t this be the time he looked at you like that!

after all those years,

so you weren’t going to give up. you were going to make the first move if mike wasn’t going to. you picked up the phone that was on top of your bedroom dresser and punched in mike’s basement phone’s number. you felt like you were running out of time. like if you waited another second you would die from drowning or run out of air. 

the phone was silent and you nervously tapped your foot. but he picked up. “hello?” you sighed in relief, “mike! it’s y/n! i have something to tell you and it’s urgent.” you were desperate to just get out a few words and end this. all of it.

“wait—wait y/n, can you tell me later?” he said. he sounded distracted but you ignored it, “nono! it’s urgent please!” mike finally agreed, “y/n i’m sorry but i have a date with el and i cant be more late, so just call me later!” he hung up.

i’d never thought i’d lose.

[shurisneakers]

harmless (xi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety, smidge of angst, fatigue, wormholes, netflix’s terrible original movie

Word count: 6.2k

A/N: i know that a few teachers read this series and i just need to put out the disclaimer that all i’ve written is based on ones that i know irl and the work they do in a completely different education system, please dont come at me for inaccuracies i’ll probably cry

Previous Part  || Series Masterlist

Bucky thought that with all the technological advancements the world had made in terms of vaccines and mobile phones, ancient practices would be left behind in the past, where they belong.

So when a letter arrives in the official Avengers mailbox, addressed to him, it’s a bit jarring. There’s a wax seal, picture perfect calligraphy and faded edges; a full blast from the past.

Valorous m'rning James,

We shalt meeteth on our regular day at mine own lair, at 11:30am. Doth not beest late.

Bringeth me a presenteth.  Or taketh off thy shirt.

With a heart full of misprise,

Thy sup'rvillain.

He ignores the thinly veiled threat in the first line and the clear flirtation in the third to last. The latter is harder to dismiss, but still.

He wonders if SHIELD has anything to do with the lair you’ve acquired for yourself. After the last conversation about your workplace, he did a little research. For the safety of human kind. 

It’s a little different than what he was expecting. A lot more usage of the words ‘holistic development’ and ‘practical learning’ that he’d ever seen. Then again, the world post-Snap was different. 

The lair door is closed to visitors, so gives three knocks and waits patiently. 

“Who is it?” Your voice floats through the intercom. 

Bucky looks up at the camera. “It’s me.”

“Sarge?” The door swings open a few seconds ago. “You’re here.”

It takes a moment for him to realise you’re not in your usual get-up. Still in your pajamas, as a matter of fact. Strange, but probably a costume for whatever shit you had going on that day.

“Got your letter.” He holds it up as proof, waving it around slightly.

Your eyes squint in confusion before it suddenly hits you.

"Shit, I forgot I sent that." You facepalm. "I mailed it, like, two weeks ago."

The more he takes in your appearance, the more apparent it becomes that something wasn't quite right. 

There was a little crease between your eyebrows that didn't look like they were going anytime soon, the slump of your shoulders and the missing liveliness-

“You okay?” he asks a little awkwardly, gruffer than he wants to sound.

You shift your balance to lean against the door frame. "I'm a little stressed.”

Clearly, if the circles under your eyes were any kind of indication. 

"Anything wrong?" He didn't want to pry but he didn't want to ignore it all together either.

"A lot of missing class prep. The parade thing kinda set me back, I got a lot to make up for."

His lips press together in a straight line. "I thought someone was covering for you."

You half-nod. "Turns out they weren't that great. The kids didn't learn much so I'm doing it again but class starts tomorrow and I have a lot to cover because I also have to do my current prep on top of last week's, and I’m also covering someone else’s classes because she’s out sick, and there’s the stupid play coming up so I have prop work to do-"

You cut yourself off with a small smile. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

He hasn't seen you this... serious ever. He doesn't like it very much.

"Why aren't you at home?"

"Didn't wanna disturb my roommate." You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. "Also it leaves a big mess and Jake doesn't want the cat to accidentally eat a roll of tape or something."

You have a cat, apparently. Every day he learns something new about you.

"Can we reschedule?" you ask, a little embarrassed at the entire situation. "Promise I'll kick your ass next week?"

"Yeah, sure." He doesn't have a problem with that, it's more the fatigue he can see rolling off your body in waves.

"See you later then." The corner of your lips quirk upwards in a smile, ready to get back to hours worth of arts and craft and God knows what else.

Okay, Barnes, you have the whole day to yourself. What plans can you-

"Listen," he blurts out before he can think about what he's going to say.

At the same instance, you open and shut your mouth immediately, instead indicating for him to go on with a flick of your wrist. 

"Do you-" This is not a life or death situation, idiot. "-do you want some help?"

You bite your lip. You were in no place to turn down any additional help. "You sure?"

"I got the time." Not like he has anywhere to be, anyway.

“Making flashcards seems a bit below your pay grade.”

Bucky simply dismisses it with a rise and drop of his shoulders. 

"Well, okay. If you’re sure." You push the door open to let him in.

He nods in confirmation. 

Sure enough, the lair is an absolute mess. There's cardboard, craft paper and markers strewn all over the floor among other things, a laptop half open with a few energy drinks beside it and empty wrappers of food long gone.

"How long have you been at this?” The lair looks less like an evil headquarter and more like an arts and craft section at the local mall.

”Couple of hours.”

”How long is a couple?” he presses, eyes narrowed.

”About six,” you say sheepishly. “Not counting yesterday.”

No wonder you were exhausted. 

He simply picks up an uncapped Sharpie that lay near his feet.

”Where should I start?

You can tell Bucky Barnes is a man of precision, accuracy and efficiency by the fact that he never misses a shot, but more importantly, the way he cuts his cardboard.

He made sure each one was the same size, not even a quarter of an inch off. He wouldn’t have given a shit if it was something he was doing on his own. He probably wouldn’t have even used a bright orange boxcutter, instead relying on his brute force. But these were for someone else, and therefore it was important to make sure they all lined up perfectly. 

He was gonna make sure that these were the best fucking props the school would ever see or at least die trying.

You, on the other hand, were working on lesson plans and a few presentations to use in class. You occasionally lifted your head to look at what he was doing, finding the look of utter focus on his face a bit amusing.

“How many of these do we need?” he asks, looking at the stack of ones he had already finished.

“As many as you can get out of those three sheets.” You point beside him. “Let me know if you need any help.”

“Got it.” He leans over to pull them closer to where he was sitting with his feet crossed on the floor.

You were on a plush armchair, one whose backrest rose high enough to know that it was your version of a villain’s throne. You had offered him the seat but he chose the ground, citing that there was more space to work. You didn’t expect anyone else to stay that long in your lair, let alone do DIY craft on your floor, hence the lack of seating. 

“How’s the day job going?” You don’t look up from your screen and he doesn’t from his measuring either.

“Same as always.”

“No new missions?”

“Not right now.” Classified information, he has to remind himself.

“You haven’t brought me souvenirs yet.” There’s no telling if you’re serious or not. Your focus still remained fixed on the laptop. “I’m pretty sure the letter mentioned that too.”

“I told you,” he begins, dividing the cardboard into squares with a ruler, “there’s nothing there.”

“Nick brought me a pencil once, so I know you’re lying.”

That piqued his interest, serving as a reminder. He had been meaning to ask for a while, ever since the parade fiasco.

“You and Fury are friends.” He didn’t know how else to describe the relationship the both of you had, considering that he had never seen the man act like that with anyone else. “How’d that happen?”

“Actually, I think he just picked it up from his table,” you deflect, tone reminiscent. “I don’t think he genuinely bought me a gift.”

“Okay, fine, but how does he not hate you?” he tries to urge you back on track.

“Man, all you superheroes do is hurt me.” You sigh, still hung up on the falsified gift.

“You’re not gonna answer, are you?”

“I have very secret secrets too, Mr. Barnes.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

He pauses. “Fair enough.”

He wasn’t going to push it. He goes back to his cardboard, painstakingly making sure every cut is in line.

“I send him a casserole every year for Thanksgiving,” you broke in all of a sudden.

Bucky just hums in acknowledgement, not buying the obvious bullshit.

There’s a silence that follows as your fingers click against the keyboard, typing something down. He tries not to disturb you, working as nimbly as he can on his own.

His metal arm makes it easier to work longer, given that it doesn’t strain his muscles. He hasn’t tried the little Feel Squares, a name he found inscribed inside the box, that you gave him yet. He doesn’t know how long it will take him to.

“I invent things for the division he manages,” you pipe up, unprompted.

He looks at you in brief surprise, not really expecting to hear from you again, before what you say registers. You look serious enough to know that you’re not kidding this time.

“You’re-” The gears in his brain turn. “You’re a SHIELD agent?”

“No.” Your nose twitches slightly. “I’m a teacher.”

“But you’re also a SHIELD agent.” 

“Yeah, I’m making this presentation right now for your next mission in Lithuania,” you shoot back instead. “Those Nazi bastards will never know what hit them. Do you think adding WordArt causes extra damage?”

He doesn’t pay attention to your retort. “Fine, are you technically on their payroll?”

“Lead technology consultant,” you clarify. The light from your laptop illuminates your face in series of colours one after the other, currently settling on red. 

“What about your evil shit?” He sets the boxcutter down beside him. “They’re okay with you being a nuisance?” 

“Yeah, as long as they get a blueprint of all my plans.” You shrug. “Generally they use those for their own inventions after tweaking it a little bit and making it look cooler. A lot more neon lights in their versions.”

This arrangement was one of the strangest he’d ever heard.

“Huh,” he states, crossing his arms. “How’d they find out about you?”

“Same way they find out about all of you.”

“They tracked you down?” Or blew up their director’s car with a missile launcher, in Bucky’s case. 

“No, I created a wormhole by mistake and they were at my door in an hour. They were going to take me in for messing with intergalactic legalities but-” You pause for a second, cursing under your breath at the stupid software that fucked up the entire document when you shifted an image. “I started nitpicking their primitive tech and told them I’d send them some new ideas if they let me go.”

“And they listened to you?”

“Do you know how annoying I can be?” He does. “Took, like, two hours to walk out of there with a new job.”

“What about Fury?”

“I’ve worked with him a bunch of times,” you say nonchalantly. “Why else do you think he agreed to let Tony bring me in so quickly? He was going to call me anyway.”

Tony should probably not hear about that. He thought he had all the leverage in that situation. 

“Why do they call you a villain then?” He specifically remembers the briefing he was given. “If you work with them.”

“You have a lot of questions, sarge. I think this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk,” you observe, voice offhanded.

He can’t even dispute that; it was true. Just- the thought of you being a part of SHIELD was absurd.

“It was a part of my contract. They don’t classify me as a world destroying threat, just a minor one, for now. Can’t really take that off the record once it’s on there.” You squint at the screen. “They assign me an agent to make sure things don’t go overboard, but they keep me around. They realised two or three years ago that I don’t need to be under constant supervision, only partial.”

Totally harmless. Except for when you were going to steal the power of the sun. 

“He gave you a high five,” Bucky brings up instead. A very reluctant one, but Fury did give you a high five.

“You saw that?” you ask, a small smile on your face. “Don’t let him know. He’ll have you eliminated.”

“He hasn’t done that with anyone else.”

“It’s what I get in return when I do him favours,” you explain casually. “I wormed my way into his life. Just like how I’m doing to your heart. And soon your bed.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re not a villain.”

“Am too,” you defend. “You’re here to stop me.”

“There’s nothing to stop.” He makes a mention towards the cardboard. “You’re not even evil.”

“Take that back or else I’ll steal the declaration of Independence next week,” you mutter, attention divided again. “I’ll tell them you helped me do it.”

“My arch nemesis is a theatre kid.” Bucky shakes his head in disbelief.

The laptop slams shut dramatically. He looks up.

“Now that’s just hurtful,” you say straightly. “If I’m a theatre kid then you’re president of the goth club.”

He scoffs, going back to cutting cardboard.

Unlike last time, he takes you up on your offer of a soda. It’s been an hour and a half and he’s shifted to calligraphy. It takes him a while to get used to it, given that it wasn’t part of his existing skillset. 

But numbering pieces of coloured paper is more fun than he’d like to admit.

"How’d the parade go?" You're typing away on your laptop, working on a presentation for now. “No security issues?”

"No, it went fine," He’s more focused on carefully controlling each flick of his wrist to make sure there are no stray lines.

"Oh, cool," you say offhandedly. “Did you have fun?”

He spent most of the event trying to coordinate a team of over a hundred agents covering multiple city blocks, so he didn’t get to see a whole lot of the actual parade.

He did eventually find you at some point, but even that was short lived. The giant cotton candy you shoved into his hand and the quick picture you snapped of him holding it in his official work outfit was one of the only instances he actually talked to you, and half of it was spent in him threatening you not to post that anywhere online. Other times he just stood beside you in silence for a few moments before intercepting another message on his comm.

He did try his best though, a subtle way of expressing his gratitude. 

"Kinda." The vibe was positive, people looked like they were having a good time. "Not exactly my idea of it, but t'was nice."

"Yeah? What is your idea of fun then?" you inquire. "From what I see, when you're not on missions you're here, and I can't imagine this is very fun for you."

He looks at the stacks of paper he had already completed. He actually was not hating this.

”I told you, nothing,” he maintained his automatic response. It wasn’t like his answer had changed drastically over the course of a few months. 

”Okay.” You don’t bother arguing with him, instead, returning your focus to the sources you were citing. 

He lets it sit for a second, mind already cringing about how disinterested he sounded. He wasn’t, he just doesn’t talk about himself much. His therapist’s voice rings in his head again about letting himself be seen and breaking down walls. 

“Cook.” 

“Huh?” Your eyes dart up to his for a second.

“I cook.” His excessive stress baking and the lack of appreciation for it had led him here in the first place, in search of a new way to spend his waking hours. 

“What do you cook?” Generic question, best not to go into details before he shuts down again.

“Stuff.” It’s embarrassing enough to admit it to someone who wasn’t on the team anyway. “’m not very good at it.”

He does not divulge the fact that he could make a killer lasagna, given that he wouldn’t stop making batches of it until he perfected it. 

“You should let me be the judge of that.” Your face is completely neutral but he’s come to realise the signs of when you’re going to hit on him. “Make me dinner on our date.”

There it is. 

“What’s the best meal you’ve ever had?” You sigh at the document when it fucks up again. “Keep in mind, it’s not necessarily your favourite food. Also could be something you made.”

His eyebrows crease when he tries to remember, pinpoint an exact one. Flashes of hot dog vans, a neighbour in Romania who gave him a batch of cookies once when she made extra, his first bite of pizza from Sam’s favourite place downtown, the cupcakes he made once for Wanda’s birthday.

It gets overwhelming abruptly, beginning to feel a little suffocating in his head.

“Don’t know,” he croaks out, not explaining further. 

You don’t test it, noticing the shift in his tone. 

He curses when his Sharpie slips in his grip, drawing a bold line across the piece of paper. Fuckin’ hell.

You tell him it’s okay. 

He picks up another piece wordlessly.

“I swear to- Barnes, I will murder you if you don’t put that down.”

“I know how to use this,” he insists. The glue on and around his hands says otherwise.

“You need the skill to be able to glue two sticks together and you clearly don’t have it.”

“I was a trained assassin, I know how to use guns-”

“Who did you have to assassinate with a glue gun, Bucky?” Prying him away from the hot glue gun was probably the most laborious task you had done all day. “You’re going to burn yourself, you moron.”

“Your glue gun is weak,” he says objectively. The man had managed to stick his fingers together once already and various other objects to the floor. 

Was it out of petty revenge after you took it away from him once? A possibility he would vehemently deny it till the day of his death. This was his vengeance. 

“I’m going to kill you.” You exhale in indignation. “My glue gun isn’t used to being handled by an idiot with a death grip metal arm.”

“Yeah, it’s generally handled by an idiot without a death grip metal arm.” He rolls his eyes.

You’re not even trying to be subtle when you take a step over to grab the rest of the glue sticks, shoving it behind your back on the couch. 

“We’re out of glue sticks,” you say monotonously.

He glares at you and your determination not to budge from your decision. 

Until he has another brilliant idea.

“I’m going to tape this together.” He stretches his arm to pick up the roll that lay a few feet away from him.

“Put down the tape or so help me God-”

The giant wall of screens had its use, but for now, a couple of them were on to function as a mini theatre of sorts. However, the biggest downfall was the movie you had conned him into streaming. You were absolutely resolute that it was important for his cultural expansion.

“I hate this,” he says, not even five minutes into The Kissing Booth.

“You’re gonna love the rest of it.” It had been the longest half an hour, forcing Bucky to, first of all, stop arranging the sketch pens and crayons colour-wise, and then second, convince him to eat something. 

“What do you want to eat?” you asked for the tenth time, one hand on your hip and one hand holding your phone.

“I don’t eat food,” he stated, hoping that it’d end the conversation there.

You pressed your mouth into a thin line. “What do you want then, motor oil? Spare car parts?”

“I don’t eat,” he corrected instead.

You didn’t look impressed.

“I’m getting you pasta,” you decided finally, pulling up the app to order, remembering what he said about it being his preferred choice a while ago.

He opened his mouth to protest but a quick stern look from you and he shut it. 

“I didn’t bring my wallet.”

“You pay for our next date.” You don’t cast him a second glance. “I like very expensive wine and cheap burgers.”

“All of them are fuckin’ annoying.” He can’t tear his eyes away from the train wreck going on in front of him. “Who is that?”

“He’s one of the leads, he’s been here for half the movie already.” You snort, lap acting like support for your cartons of food. 

“This is more painful than whatever the soviets did to me.” He takes a swig of his water and mentally wishes he conjure up a Jesus moment where it turns into vodka. 

“I’ll let Netflix know.” The both of you were leaning against the entrance wall, a considerable distance away from the screen. Your speakers were well placed throughout the lair to let the sound reverberate like a normal movie hall. All in all, it was a pretty good system that he had to give you kudos for. 

“How much longer does this go on for?” He pulls out his phone, switching it on momentarily to check the clock. 

“You know, there’s a sequel.” Good God why. “Also there’s an hour to go and we’re not moving till this is done.”

An hour? What could they possibly be doing for an hour? 

“You are pure evil,” he mumbles, pushing around his leftover pasta. You had gotten him two, knowing his metabolism would have him starving by the time the food arrived. 

“All it took was one showing of The Kissing Booth for you to take back what you said this morning.” Your eyes light up. “You’re easier to convince than I thought.”

Someone in the movie says something stupid again. Someone else gets mad again. Bucky feels like he’s going to start disassociating soon. 

“Isn’t there any other way of spending an hour?” He nearly groans at the borderline abusive lead. “I’m gonna have a brain haemorrhage if that piece of shit opens his mouth one more time.”

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t spend the last hour of your life watching shitty rom-coms with your best friend?” You lean over to nudge his shoulder.

“No, I wouldn’t.” He glowers at you. “And you’re not my best friend.” Especially not after this.

“Oh right, yeah, my bad,” you backtrack fairly quickly. “I’m the love of your life.” 

He shifts further away from where you’re sitting. He hears you laugh. 

He’s nearly out of garlic bread, which is upsetting, to say the least. Maybe he could make a batch when he got home. 

Speaking of which, he should probably leave, seeing as how he had spent well over four hours there already.

"What would you do if had one hour to live?" you inquire out of the blue, interrupting his train of thought. “Besides watching The Kissing Booth 2 with me, which we’re definitely going to do one day.”

A lot of big questions that day. He can’t say much, considering that he was the one who started the whole thing.

Bucky sighs, taking another bite, chewing on it mindlessly. 

”What would you do?” he asks in return after a while. 

”I don’t know actually.” You shrug. “Maybe lie down on some grass with the people that I actually like. Talk about nothing, but probably have the last thing I say be something cursed so that they’re forced to remember me forever.”

”No creating wormholes?” The light from the movie dances off the cervices of your face but you aren’t looking at him.

”Nah.” You laugh gently. “I think I do enough of that every other day.”

The movie fades into background noise, becoming easier to ignore now that he’s not actively thinking about it. 

"We were in South Dakota for a stealth op once." He pokes at the cherry tomato rolling around in the carton. "Stark’s suit was basically non-functional, Barton's arm was four kinds of fucked up. Wanda was the only one who relatively fine."

"What about you?"

"Hmm?" he breathes, breaking out of his memory.

"Were you fine?" you repeat, eyes no longer glued to the screen.

"Needed a few stitches, nothing major." If he recalls correctly. "But team morale wasn't the highest."

He remembers that the wisecracks and witty one-liners weren't landing that well that night. And once they stopped, things got all the worse.

"We were waiting for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send over a new quinjet. It was 3am and everyone was whinin' and being little shits and somehow Wanda managed to get us to this small doughnut shop a couple of miles away. Didn’t take a lotta talkin’ to convince him to stay open for a little longer."

"Best damn meal I've ever eaten in my life. Doughnuts and stale coffee." There's a wisp of a smile on his face that you take a liking to. It looks good on him. "We had too much muck on us to be sitting inside and there were maybe five seats outdoors that everyone wanted to put their equipment on. We compromised and I just sat on the stairs outside the shop by myself."

That was nice of him, you think. Or maybe non-confrontational.

"So if I had one hour to live, I'd probably want to spend it there. T'was nice. Quiet."

"That's-" strangely beautiful, a deeper insight than you thought you'd get from him? You don't complete the sentence. "How often do you go there?"

"Haven't been back since then." He shrugs. "Never found the time. I don’t even think I’ve eaten a doughnut that good since then.”

"Well I mean-" you gesture around vaguely. "-there's a Dunkin store a few blocks down. It's not the same, but I'm sure could DoorDash some doughnuts. Try ‘em out.”

He actually laughs at that, freely and louder than an exhale.

It's probably the first you've ever seen him do it. It’s cute.

"Maybe some other time."

“You made me watch that stupid movie. I deserve that glue gun.”

“You are not getting it,” you shot back.

“I did my best work with that,” he argues, arms crossed over his chest. 

“You glued my chair to the ground on purpose.” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “How did you even fucking get that close without me seeing?”

He smirks but neglects to answer your question. “Give me the glue gun.”

“You don’t even have the fuckin’ sticks, I hid them,” you say pointedly.

He reaches behind to his back pocket and pulls out a stash of glue gun sticks. Your jaw drops.

“How did you-”

“Your tape sucks, I want the glue gun.” He eyes it in your hand. Just because he didn’t use all his available skillset on you doesn’t mean he didn’t have them. 

“My tape has stars on them, you-” The tape was pretty but it was useless, the adhesive barely clung onto anything. 

“Glue gun,” he interrupts, annoyingly persistent. 

“No-”

“Glue gun.”

"I will carve your heart out of your chest and eat it like a mango, James.”

Bucky blinks at you. "Jesus Christ."

You look surprised yourself. “That was aggressive.” He nearly cracks up.

“Where did that come from?” He pulls his lips into a straight line in an effort not to.

“Sorry.” You sigh. “I shouldn’t have said that. Take the stupid gun.” 

You toss it at him and he catches it with ease. 

He stops for a second, tilting the gun towards you. “It was creative.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Did it turn you on? Is that a kink?”

“Forget I ever said anything.”

He thinks he’s done the most he can today. He cut, copied, coloured, stuck his way through nearly eight hours of work. 

He was clicking through your presentation with one hand, the other being used to keep his body upright as he sat on the floor. 

You were running through your lesson plan for the week, legs thrown over the armrests of your villain couch. He refused to sit on it out of moral principle and his loyalty towards the good side. 

He remembers some of the concepts you’re teaching about, either from his own school or information he picked up over the years. Things were radically different and he didn’t expect any less, but it still struck him how different his education was.

"You put a lot of effort into these classes," he notes, changing to the next slide.

"Makes it fun for everyone." There’s a pencil tucked behind your ear to mark any changes. "They think I'm cool, I gotta keep that going."

"What would they say about the evil side job?"

"Doubt they'd care that much," you reckoned offhandedly. "Besides, who cares what you do outside the classroom if you put memes in your presentation?"

Right as you say it he comes across something that vaguely looks like a cartoon mouse leaning against a wall for support with tears in its eyes.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" He stares at it, flipping the laptop to show you.

You lift your neck for a second to look at it. "Not without context." 

He nods, flipping it back towards him.

He's seen a few of them. He's liked a few of them, but the majority don't make sense. Peter calls them surreal memes.

He thinks he's getting better at filtering his content on his Instagram. It had finally shifted from cats to German architecture which he, admittedly, didn't know much about, but it was definitely easier to explain. Occasionally a surreal meme would show up and he’d spend 5 minutes trying to deconstruct the meaning behind it.

”Have you always wanted to teach?”

“Yeah.” You don’t even hesitate in answering. 

“Why?”

“It’s just one of those jobs where you can see yourself making a difference every day.” You shift in your place, pulling your legs up to get more comfortable. “Most people don’t realise how important is as a kid to know that someone older is rooting for you.”

He can make out how tired you are by the way your replies get shorter, less detailed. There was still a stack of papers beside you with scripts that had parts that needed to be scratched out or highlighted. He had done a few of them before you said he had done more than enough already.

“Why’d you ask?” you questioned, his sudden interest in your life a bit unusual.

Well.

“It’s important to you.” He shrugs simply, mouth moving faster than his brain.

When he doesn’t receive a reply he glances up through his eyelashes to see if he somehow pushed a boundary he wasn’t supposed to.

You’re looking at him over your file, a soft smile on your face.

He quickly shifts his gaze back down before you can make a dumb joke at his expense. It doesn’t come, but technology has never looked more appealing to him at that moment. 

The presentations themselves are pretty interesting. No wonder you spent so long on them. He thinks the little animation segues are strange but not in a bad way.

He’s about to ask you what the meme of a rabbit in a tuxedo means when he swiftly stops himself. 

You’re asleep, curled up on the couch with the file clutched close to you. 

He takes it as his sign to leave. 

He gets up silently, pulling off bits of tape that stuck itself onto his body over the day. He steps over pieces of discarded material, turning to make sure you’re still asleep when something catches his eye.

The pile of scripts lay unfinished beside you. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

He didn’t want to overstep, but he also knew that that was an hour more of work minimum and you didn’t look like you were in any state to sit do that now.

Fuck it.

Bucky quietly makes his way over to the pile to pick it up, reverting back to his original position on the floor with his back to you. Privacy, or something resembling it at least.

He does his best not to wake you, keeping the noise of rustling papers the lowest he could.

It’s easy to fall into a rhythm and soon he doesn’t require a reference either. He just knows what to erase and what to highlight.

Mundane tasks like this give him time to think. His mind floats from subject to subject, not lingering too long on anything specific. It’s calming. Maybe a new coping mechanism. 

You turn over on the couch. He freezes mid page turn, waiting to see if you’d wake up. When you don’t, he continues with his work.

He thinks it was a good day. A productive one, at the minimum. He didn’t really have anything to show that he stopped an evil scheme of yours other than a head full of repressed memories of possibly the worst movie he had seen in months. He thinks that counts as the most heinous thing you’ve ever done. 

He’s more than halfway through the pile when the lights in the lair switch on by themselves. He squints at the sudden exposure, shielding his eyes from the light.

The clock on his phone tells him it’s close to 9pm. He has a few scripts to go and then he’d sneak out of there, probably send you a text to make sure you got home-

“Bucky?” Your groggy voice calls out from behind him.

He flinches, placing the bundle down. “’m sorry, was I too loud?” 

“No, no it was the light. They turn on if it gets dark outside.” You sit up straight, stretching your neck to get rid of the soreness. “What are you doing?”

“Just finishing up some stuff.” He turns around, slowly pushing the stack of scripts in front of him. 

“Are those the-” your eyes blink rapidly to adjust to what you’re seeing. 

“Yeah.” He scratches the back of his head. 

“Oh.” The gesture involuntarily makes you feel a certain way. Something weirdly warm. “Thank you.”

“I thought you could use some sleep.” He pushes himself off the ground when he sees you looking at him with an emotion he can’t quite put his finger on, not wanting to overstay his welcome. “‘m gonna go.”

“Wait, I’ll walk you to the door.” You hop off the couch, shaking your legs to get rid of the pins and needles. 

He obliges, waiting as you jog up to him. There are only a few metres to the exit but you insisted on being chivalrous. It also gives you ample chance for a few more pickup lines.

”Sorry for sticking around this long, wasn’t really much use after lunch.” He inwardly cringes, forcing a stoic face to refrain from showing it physically.

“You were,” you rebuked, “and I was gonna ask you to stay anyway, you just beat me to it.” 

"You’re probably gonna need a new glue gun," he avoids replying to your comment.

“Probably.” You snort. “You know, you’re fun to hang out with sometimes, sarge. You should hang out here more often.”

”I’ll start working on the art skills.” He thinks it’s easier to go back and forth with you now, less guarded than he initially was when he first met you. 

”Or maybe, we can just watch a movie and eat trash takeout,” you suggest instead. “No work involved.”

His mouth clamps shut, finding it a little difficult to come to terms with the fact that he didn’t have to offer a service for you to spend time around him. No saving the world or making flashcards. Just his generally disgruntled self.

“Okay,” he says simply. “Get some rest. I’ll see you next week.”

“Thank you,” It comes out a little softer than you intend, “for today. I owe you big time.”

He considers it even, actually. “Don’t mention it.”

"Now bring that same glue gun energy to our date.” You switch back within the blink of an eye. “You get real cute when you're possessive.”

He scoffs, spinning around on his heel. “You’re a pest.”

You watch him hastily leave, laughter erupting from your chest and the same warmth from earlier not showing signs of leaving anytime soon. 

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More Than Best Friends

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Russell Hayes x Reader (Sleepover)

Summary: You like Russell, but he keeps chasing after Julie.

Warning: None

A/N: I feel like Sleepover is an underrated movie. I didn’t see a lot of fanfics for it, so I wrote it.

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High school was much different than middle school. Things change, including people.

Russell, Lance, Miles, and I all rode through the high school hallways on our skateboards. We all laughed, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to do this if we were still in middle school. As we were skating by, I noticed people with flyers to a Staci’s sleepover. I rolled my eyes and continued skating.

Russell led us to the cafeteria, where he rolled into a pillar. Miles, Lance, and I made a face that said “ooo, that had to hurt”. Russell jumped up with a smile, turning away from us. I look at who he’s looking at, and I see Julie and Hannah walking down the stairs.

“What do you want, Spongebob?” Julie asked Russell, irritated.

“It’s your last chance to see pictures of me in a coma. I’ve got tubes in nasty places,” Russell told Julie. I rolled my eyes. What does he see in her. I was there for him when he entered and exited the coma.

“You were barely in a coma,” Julie says back.

“3 HOURS,” Russell says before snatching a paper from a girl I’ve seen around. I think her name is Nancy… or Y-Y… YANCY. Her name is Yancy.

“Hey hey! Is someone having a par-ty tonight,” Russell asks the girls. I stand behind Russell, holding my skateboard and glaring at Julie. I know I’m a tomboy, but even tomboys grow feelings for another.

“Keep it up, spongebob. You’ll have another picture of you in a coma,” Julie says. Her and her friends walk away. I growled at them as they walked by, making them flinch.

Me and Julie used to be cool, but then the guy I liked started liking her. I thought that Russell would’ve caught on by now, but he must not see me as anything more than a friend.

We skate off to class, not paying any mind to conversation we just had.

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After school, Russell convinced us to crash Julie’s sleepover. It was harder for me, but then he promised me that if anything embarrassing happened, I could document it.

We rolled up to the house, and Russell tripped on a sprinkler. I said I like him, not why I like him. I shook my head, leaving them, but not before taking a picture.

We snuck in through one of the windows on Julie’s house. When we got in, I saw a boy fake cooking with his dog. The worst part was that he is way older than us. I cringed before the boy spoke, making me jump.

“Wrong room,” the boy said, looking up, but not turning to us.

We walked around the boy, walking to Julie’s room. I slowly walked behind the boys with a look of irritation. When I got in her room, I say the boys going through her drawers.

“All I see are these scrunchies”

“Yeah, and socks”

“CHA-CHING, I found bras.”

“Boys! Stop acting like children. You’re drawing attention to yourselves,” I silently yell at the boys. They look at the ground before mumbling “yes, ma’am”. I nod at the boys.

I look around, and I see Julie’s laptop wide open. I walk over and I see a document open.

“Where are the babes?” Russell asks. I roll my eyes.

“Boys,” I signal the boys over. “I think I found them,” I continued before Julie’s brother came in saying his dad was coming. The boys threw on Julie and her friends robes and wigs. They turned on music. I hid in the closet until Julie’s dad was gone.

When he left, I quickly printed Julie’s list. I signaled the boys to leave, and they followed me out.

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The whole night, we followed Julie and her friends. We’d find them, and they would dip. Russell even gave Julie his skateboard, and saved her from the security guard. Even though Russell rode with me on the skateboard, I was still jealous.

Now, I sit at a school dance, all alone. One guy came up to me, but I shooed him off. I wasn’t in the mood to dance. I had watched this whole night turn into all about Julie, and now he was winning an award with Staci.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. “LISTEN HERE! I DONT WANT TO DANCE, SO LEAVE ME ALONE!” I yelled, turning around to see Russell. I stood up and started to panick.

“Okay, I thought you might want to dance, because you looked so sad, but it seems you don’t wanna dance,” Russell said sadly. He turned around, but I quickly grabbed his hand, and turned him back towards me.

I smiled at him before pulling him to the dance floor. We danced crazy, but we didn’t care. It was like it was just us.

“You know, you barely spoke the whole night. Why is that?” Russell asked me over the loud music.

“I guess you could say I was jealous,” I smiled shyly.

“Why would you feel jealous?”

“Because… because I like you, but you like Julie. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, but I guess you didn’t notice. I’m sorry”

“I do like you. I thought you didn’t like me like that. Isn’t that why you hit me so hard, I ended up in a coma?”

“As I said in the hospital, it was an accident.”

“Well, how about try this out, since we both like each other?” Russell asks, pointing his fingers between us.

“Okay, I’ll start,” I say, pulling him into a kiss. Miles and Lance stood behind us, shocked by their two best friends. They clapped, earning a look from me. I glared at the two, and chased them out of the school.

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After chasing the boys home, Russell and I caught up with each other. We walked home with our hands held together.

“Wanna sleep over?” I ask Russell, hoping he’d say yes.

“I would love to. This is bound to be way better than Julie’s sleepover,” Russell expressed. I giggled, grabbing his hand and taking him into my house. We spent the entire night playing video games. I really love my boyfriend.

[pr0dbeomgyu]

EPISODE 17.0 : CONCERN, MY ASS

genre: no plot, just fluff

when the movie ended, the only sound came from yeonjun, hyuka and soobin, who's busy making fun of each others' theories. ally and taehyun were on the couch huddled together, talking in hush voices, deciding what they should say to y/n.

and that left y/n and beomgyu staring at each other from across the room.

suddenly, beomgyu got up and made his way to y/n.

"y/n, we need to talk," he tugged on her wrist.

"we can talk here," y/n acted nonchalant.

by the time, the conversation had already attracted their friends' attentions.

"in private please," beomgyu pleaded with his eyes.

"fine, let's talk in my room," y/n finally got up, pulling beomgyu towards her room.

"make sure you're just talking," yeonjun snickered.

"oh shut up, yeonjun," y/n retorted.

"ok, now that we're here, what do you want to say?" y/n asked, after closing the door.

"i believe i owe you an apology," beomgyu rubbed the back of his neck. to say that he felt guilty was an understatement.

"i know i was being an asshole for spilling your secrets to ally and tyun, i got too carried away. i know that doesnt excuse me from doing that, but - im sorry, i really am, i'd do anything to make it up to you," his head hung low, his eyes suddenly found the floor more attractive than the girl he's in love with.

y/n let out a sigh, a bit mad to herself for still finding the boy, who has just exposed her biggest secret to everyone in her circle of friends, cute.

"you're lucky i like you, gyu, or else i'd have punched you in the face,"

slowly, he lifted his head to look at y/n.

"so it's real? you really like me?!" he asked excitedly. he leaped from across the room closer to y/n, jumping up and down in the process.

"of course dumbass, dont tell me you really thought i kissed the shit out of you just for damage control?" y/n rolled her eyes.

"i dont know, you seemed like you hated me these last two weeks," he reached out to play with her fingers, his lips slightly pouting.

"well, that's cause i thought you liked ryujin...."

"who's ryujin?" beomgyu tilted his head sideways to look at y/n.

'he looks like a puppy'

she felt the urge to ruffle his hair, and gave in.

"you know, the girl who stopped us to give you flowers on valentines' day?" y/n didnt know which situation is more absurd, the fact that beomgyu did not know ryujin, the girl everyone has a crush on, even made y/n question her sexuality or her being jealous for no reason at all.

beomgyu's mouth formed an 'o'

"oh, so that's ryujin.... she looks nice, but i tend to not care about girls, if it's not you,"

"well, aren't you smooth, beomgyu," despite her calm reply, y/n felt her cheeks heating up.

"are you blushing? you're so cute," he cooed, pinching her cheeks.

"you're gonna have to get used to this, y/n,"

"i dont think i'll have any problem with that," embarrassed, she covered her face with her hands, smiling behind them.

not wanting her heart to burst, y/n walked towards the door. when she swung it open, she was surprised by hyuka falling on the floor not so gracefully, followed by yeonjun and soobin. taehyun and ally were behind soobin, acting like they had never seen the wall behind them.

the night ended with y/n and beomgyu calling their friends busybody and them helplessly trying to defend themselves. tired, all of them fell asleep at the living room, except for two hug-deprived people (yep, you're guessing it right, they are y/n and beomgyu)

y/n who had been longing for beomgyu's warm hugs finally got one, after almost a month.

"you like my hugs that much, huh," beomgyu lightly asked, his voice muffled against her hair.

"nah, you're just warm," she lied through her teeth.

he immediately got his arms off her.

"go hug hyuka then, he's warm too," beomgyu sulked.

"aww is my beommie mad at me, guess i'll just hug hyuka then,"

she almost turned around to face hyuka, when beomgyu stopped her with his strong arm. she could barely see his face in the dim light, but she knew he's looking at her unbelievably.

"are you serious right now, y/n?"

"i am serious...ly kidding. told you to toughen up if you wanted to be my bestfriend," she shrugged.

"yeah you did, but i thought i've made it clear that i wanted MORE than just being your bestfriend,"

"hmm fair point. fine, i'll stop teasing you...." she closed the distance between their bodies to hug him.

"-for tonight," she added.

"y/n!" beomgyu protested.

he could feel y/n's body vibrated a little, as she chuckled.

"you still like me anyways,"

"it isnt too late to change my mind,"

"pretty sure you cant even do that even if you wanted to. been there, failed that,"

she yawned.

"is my y/n already sleepy? goodnight pretty,"

"goodnight gyu,"

"you feel like home," she mumbled, her eyes getting heavier every minute, with beomgyu's delicate fingers sifting through her hair.

beomgyu smiled at her words before placing a chaste kiss on the crown of her head before going to sleep.

"i love you, y/n,"

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summary: your first encounter with beomgyu was at the library, stumbling onto him and you mistakenly taking him as a library step stool. ever since that embarrassing occurrence, you seem to always bump into beomgyu, in the most unfortunate events.

a/n: i feel like i havent been writing enough fluff episodes for this fic, so im writing 100% fluff for this one.

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[omegawolverine]

goth kid headcanons, gimmie. -Batz 🖤💜

cracking my knuckles and snickering gayly lets go

pete:

-ends up being the shortest goth by the time theyre all in high school (with the exception of firkle who is still in middle school, but he is also taller)

-hello trans dude. i see u. he/they/it + neos

-listens to evanescence more than he'd like to admit

-his favorite color is teal but it doesnt look good on him so he sticks with red and purple, both of which he likes and looks good in

-he is absolutely horrendous when it comes to dying his hair despite the fact that his hair is the hardest to dye and maintain out of all four of his friends. you'd assume he wouldve learned at some point after years of having it done but he is just Clueless. henrietta is the one who bleaches and dyes it red, michael helps with buying him stuff thatll maintain the color longer, firkle reminds him when he needs a touch up. his hair would be a mess without them.

-writes to fruitiest poems about michael but like. in the most gruesome ways possible? like they are very gorey but in a romantic way. michael finds them endearing. firkle would be lying if he said he wasnt a bit concerned.

-going off that ^ pete is a hopeless romantic and his love language is gift giving. he's always getting the homies shit they dont need but he knows they want and it's gotten to the point where they have to not say when they like things just so he stops spending money

-has a big sweet tooth (which is basically canon, have yall seen how much sugar he puts into his coffee?) but he pretends he doesnt

michael:

-is very bad with expressing himself verbally so he writes long ass essays when he is upset or needs help or whatever and gives them to the goths

-the groups resident slur sayer. stop calling ur boyfriend a faggot in public before u get ur shit rocked pls-

-is on honor roll and he is embarrassed by it just bc south park gives them like. t shirts and shit as a "reward"? it's weird as fuck.

-wants to be a piercer when he gets older, has given firkle and pete a couple piercings

-has a stick and poke of a cat on his ankle from craig. it was an odd experience but he still likes it.

-his favorite movie is donnie darko. he does not understand the plot At All.

-even tho giving (+ recieving) compliments makes him uncomfortable, he tries to give them to his friends bc he knows they all get shit from other people for various reasons and he doesnt want it to affect them. he hopes it balances out or smth

-him and henrietta have best friend necklaces made out of resin encased bugs

-has broken his nose at least twice in a moshpit

-really likes collecting rocks <3

henrietta:

-is the mom friend but like. an aggressively caring way.

-is naturally a blonde but she dyes her hair black. only her family and the goths really know

-also on honor roll but she is very proud of it <3

-she is tall!! like 5'11" ish!!!

-is the laziest when it comes to doing makeup out of the four of them. literally just puts on bottom eyeliner then Goes. meanwhile pete and firkle are out here doing a full face every morning and michael is color correcting his eyebags just to REAPPLY MAKEUP OVER THEM.

-wears rings on every single finger bc she likes the jingle jangle

-always writes personalized stories for each goth during the holiday season

-really good at math but hates doing it

-resident mean lesbian <3 just wants her boys to shut up so she can think about Girls

-does the whole groups nails every week for funsies

-her room has an oogie boogie shrine that freaks michael out. he is not a fan of the big bag man. thinks the movie mightve given him a lasting fear of Just oogie boogie.

-has somehow befriended kenny wendy and pip. they are her normie exceptions <3

-weirdly good at fps games considering she doesnt like them

firkle:

-threatens everyone. sometimes he means it. he is like the worlds shittiest chihuahua that just barks at everyone and you can never tell when he's gonna actually bite.

-trans dude no2. he/it. maims cis peo-

-listens to n unhealthy amount of metal music in his free time

-very into candles and incense, it drives pete crazy bc he has a sensitive nose

-the other goths have never seen his house bc firkle thinks his parents would be very weird about him having only older friends

-has a soft spot for shows like beyblade digimon and adventure time

-once watched all of switched at birth by himself just so he had something new to complain about everytime he met up with the goths. they offered to watch with him and he gave a very firm no.

-wants a pet opossum more than anything

-love language is being way too protective of ur friends who are way older than you and can handle themselves

-big dnd nerd

-in dire need of a regular sleep schedule but he also hates sleeping bc it feels like "wasted time"

-doesnt like asking for help but he tries to anyways bc he knows it makes the others happy