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pikapikabishes · 3 years ago

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Light of My Life

DESCRIPTION: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE PLOT

Summary: Kirishima and Y/n realize their love for each other after years of yearning

Warnings: slight nudity, some cursing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Two years.

Kirishima has been in love with you… for two whole years. Ever since he met you on the first day they had started as first years in UA. When you stood up for your new friends against the angry blonde pomeranian that is Kasuki Bakugo, then for some reason apologized for it. You were just the epitome of beauty, both inside and out, and benevolence, a fiery spark in your eye that indicates the strong will and fight that you have.

And the way you handle yourself in combat during that first training exercise with All Might? Kirishima swears that the existence of Cupid must be real because he was pretty sure it must’ve been incredibly abnormal with how fast he had fallen for you. You fought like some kind of battle goddess. And with your quirk, you might as well be.

You called your quirk “Celestial Light,” meaning you manipulate sun-, moon-, and starlight to your will. He’s seen you use the sunlight as powerful beams, to which you secretly admitted to him later that you got that move from Pokemon, forge weapons out of either light, and can now weave yourself a dazzling pair of wings along with armor as your ultimate move.

And while all these features, plus with just how stunningly beautiful you are; with your soft, shiny (h/c) hair, your (e/c) eyes that seem to make the stars in the sky lose their sparkle, those plump, soft-looking lips that stretch out into that dazzling smile that proudly shows off your pearly whites. What really reeled in his attention was all the little quirks you have.

The way you twirl a lock of your hair when you’re deep in thought; the way you chew on that kissable, plump lower lip of yours and your nose scrunches in the cutest way he’s ever seen, when you’re stuck on a difficult problem or when you don’t understand said problem; the way you always pluck out the tomatoes from your salad; how you always save your dessert for last so that, according to you, the delicious taste lingers on your tongue long after you’ve eaten it, or how you’re quick to offer some of your said dessert when a friend seems upset or sad about something; or the way you lightly sway your hips while you’re cooking to a song that’s either sounding from your phone or ringing in your head, at times humming to the tune playing, and how you tend to hum to what seems to be a pleasant daydream, if the soft smile on your face is anything to go by; as well as how you always, always make hot chocolate late at night when you have problems sleeping and how utterly adorable you look as you fight to stay awake as he fondly watches from around the corner during the times he himself has gown downstairs for something to drink as you sigh so contently when you take that first sip before clumsily making your way back up to your room. Especially when you still continue to argue with Kasuki to this day on how he treats Midoriya even though he’s mellowed a bit, Kirishima can’t help but find you so utterly adorable when your 5’7” is all up in Kasuki’s 6’5” personal space. It’s like watching a cute golden retriever puppy going up against a big bad (pomeranian) wolf.

Man, he could just go on and on. And he can go on and on and on about how hopelessly in love with you he is. Which he was subconsciously doing right now with his group of friends as he watched you happily interact with your best friend Mina and the other girls, as they undoubtedly plan their “girl’s night” tonight. Kirishima gave out another sigh, which earned him a hard smack on the back of his head within the next second.

“Ow!” Kirishima’s hand shot to the spot the angry pomeranian he calls his best friend had smacked him. He turned a questioning look over at the seething blonde next to him, looking at the bulging vein that looks ready to pop on his forehead. “What the hell was that for, Bakubro?!”

“That is the fucking twelveth time you’ve fucking sighed like that in the last 20 minutes, and I swear to fuck if I have to hear another fucking comment on how ‘beautiful’ Lamp is, Imma blow your ass all the way to Timbuktu,” Bakugou angrily spat out.

Of course, the threat of getting his ass handed to him rolled off him like water on a swan’s back. In the back of his mind, Kirishima laughed at how his friend was just all bark as he knew Bakugou wouldn’t actually beat him up that bad… probably.

Kirishima blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, bro,” Denki butted in, looking slightly annoyed as well. “You’ve been going on about ‘(L/n)’s hair looks great today’, ‘(L/n) looks so cute with her nose scrunched up when she chews her food’, ‘(L/n) looks so good in her uniform today.’ Like bro, you say she looks great in her uniform everyday, which I won’t argue, she do be looking mighty fine in a school uniform,” Denki trailed off as he leaned back in his seat as he stared at the girl in question, looking suspiciously like he’s trying to get a better view of her ass.

At that realization, Kirishima glared at the pervy, knockoff pikachu and kicked his shin hard.

Denki yelped, high-pitched and whiny as he brought up his leg, tendly rubbing the spot that was kicked. “Oooww, dude! What the hell?”

“Don’t look at her like that,” Kirishima growled, eyes glaring daggers.

Denki puts his arms up in surrender, cowarding before his suddenly intimidating friend. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I won’t stare at your girl again!”

Blood quickly rushed to the red-head’s cheeks, painting them a rosy color. “Wha- She’s not my girl!”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell with the way you look at her with that lovey-dovey expression on your face and how you follow her around like a lost puppy,” Sero intervened, casually leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head, the straw from his drink dangling from his lips.

“Yeah what he said,” Denki agreed, still tenderly rubbing his injured leg.

“That’s not-” Kirishima tripped over his words. “We’re just hanging out! I do the same thing with you guys!”

“Yeah. but if ya compare how much time you spend with us vs. (L/n), you’re practically non-existent in our group hangouts,” Sero laughed at his friend’s red face that is one shade off from blending into his hair.

“Guys, com’on. I- I just-” Kirishima was waving his hands, trying to think of something to say.

“Quite making fucking stupid-ass excuses,” Bakugou butted in. “Do you like Lamp or not?” Kirishima nodded hesitantly before glancing back over to your table as if nervous that you would hear this conversation even when you were like 4 tables away in this noisy cafeteria. “Then be a fucking man, or some shit, and fucking tell her already before I pop a goddamn blood vessel from all your fucking lovey dovey shit and whinning!”

Kirishima blinked thinking about his best friend’s words. After a moment, Kirishima gave the pomeranian his usual bright grin that could blind anyone who witness, hence why Denki and Sero simutaniously brought out sunglasses and place them high on their noses, and Bakugou’s squinting. Standing up suddenly, he declared, “You’re absolutely right! I have to man up and tell her how I feel!”

The commotion of Kirishima’s declaration turned around all the heads in the cafeteria, causing the red head’s cheeks to heat up again as he became fully aware of all the pairs of eyes on his 6’4” self. After giving a hasty apology, Kirishima plops back down, leaning on the table and covering his eyes with his big hands. Unknown to him, a pair of disheartened (e/c) orbs glanced at the embarrassed red-head with a sadden longing lingering in them.

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“You’re staring at him again,” Mina, your number one best friend, noted in a singsong voice, popping another french fry in her mouth.

“What? Staring at who?” You questioned, immediately picking at your side salad, suddenly having lost interest in eating.

“Oh com’on. I saw you looking at Kirishima again.” Mina nudged you with her elbow. “Why don’t you just tell him already?”

You looked at her in confusion. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re completely and hopelessly in love with him,” she gave off a teasing lovey-dovey sigh.

Heat rushed into your cheeks. “I-...” You stuttered, going back to jabbing at your salad. “I don’t know what your talking about.”

“Oh, please gurl,” Mina scoffed. “It’s so obvious, it’s kinda painful watching. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“What do you mean? We talk everyday, we’re best friends just like you and me,” You defended. “Besides,” You absentmindedly twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “I doubt he’d be into someone like me. I mean, I’m not all that special.”

“Are you kidding? You’re freaking gorgeous, how could he not love you?” Mina asked.

“I just feel like, I don’t know, maybe I’m too plain for him?”

Mina rolled her dark eyes before grabbing your shoulders, and turned you around towards the other girls sitting with them.

“Gals,” she called, turning all five heads. She slung an arm over your shoulder and pointed at you. “Smash or pass?”

They all simultaneously replied, “Smash.”

“See? You are not just a plain, ol’ girl. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and fun. Why wouldn’t he like you?” Mina glanced at the Kirishima, watching as Kaminari and Sero poking fun at the gentle giant. She may or may not know Kirishima’s feelings about you, having picked them up a while ago.

Your blushed increased. “I don’t know. He’s just so sweet, and determined, and I just… Sometimes I feel like he’s way out of my league,” you sighed solemnly.

Mina hummed, thinking. “Well that’s too bad then. I think you guys would make such a cute couple.”

“That’s nice of you to say,” you thanked, a bittersweet smile resting on your lips. “But you heard him just now. He already has someone he likes.” You sighed, “Looks like I’m too late.”

Mina decided then and there, she was going to be both of your wingman, determined to get her two friends together by this weekend.

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Walking down into the common room later after school, with a nice blouse and a pair of skinny jeans with a purse hanging from your shoulder, you come to see the BakuSquad hanging on the couches.

“Alright Mina, I’m ready. Let’s go,” You happily say, waiting for her on the side of the sofa she and Kirishima were lounging on.

Kirishima looked up from his phone, seeing you all dressed up causing a faint blush to rise. “You look good! Where are you going?”

His compliment on your outfit causing heat to rise in your cheeks as well. “Um, Mina and I were going to head to the mall for snacks and clothes.”

“Oooh yeah about that,” Mina started, smiling sheepishly. “I can’t go with you.”

Your face fell a bit. “What? Why?”

“Some personal business came up, But hey! Why doesn’t Kirishima here go with you?” Mina nudged the giant next to her with her elbow.

Kirishima bounced onto his feet in excitement at the thought of you two alone together. “Yeah, let’s go!”

“You don’t have to Kiri, I can go by myself-”

“Nonsense!” Mina interjected. “Kirishima was just telling me he wasn’t doing anything today. Plus you’re going to be needing both an extra pair of hands and eyes if your going to be shopping for clothes.”

You looked ay her in confusion. “I mean, I suppose. But if he doesn’t want-”

“I do!” he shouted, interrupting you into a shocked silence. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Ahem, I mean… I do. I don’t mind tagging along.”

“Alright,” You smiled, your cheeks still feeling warm and butterflies swarming your stomach at being alone with your crush. “If you’re ready, we can go now.”

“Uh,” Kirishima patted his pockets. “Give me a minute to go get my keys and wallet,” he said, before full on sprinting up the staircase towards his room.

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“Here we are,” Kirishima announced, turning off the engine to his beat-up, red pickup truck.

“Thanks for coming along with me Kiri,” you smiled at him.

“It’s no problem, really. I like spending time with you.” His smile was tender and genuine.

“That’s sweet of you. I like spending time with you too,” you said, reaching for the handle of the door.

“Nuh-uh, what do you think you’re doing?” He gently grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you from opening the door.

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “Opening the door to get out??”

“Nope, not while I’m around. A lady shouldn’t have to open a door when a man is with her. I’ve told you this before,” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, not effectively hiding the upturn of the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong with you?”

He steps out of the truck, quickly rounding the truck and reaching your door to open it. “Seriously Kiri, it’s not that big of a deal,” you said, stepping out of the truck and onto the asphalt, watching as Kirishima locked the truck before walking side by side to the giant building.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t open the door for you,” Kirishima asked rhetorically.

You giggled at his catchphrase, or rather catchword. As you two entered the mall, you mindlessly glanced at the stores around you. “So you’re going to buy new clothes?

“Yeah, and some snacks, too, for Girl’s Night tonight.”

“Any reason for buying more clothes?”

“Um…” You started blushing again. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Oh, I get it. You don’t have to share if you don’t have to,” Kirishima reassured, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully.

You two continue on your way towards the clothing stores, when a shout suddenly sounded throughout the mall and people screamed. You both looked at each other before rushing over. There was a commotion, a young man had a kid hostage in front of the store.

“Give me my son back! Please!” A woman screamed, sounding terrified.

“Mommy!” the boy cried.

“A-Alright, listen up!” the young man stuttered, his whole body trembling as he held up his fingers to the boy’s temple in a gun position. “N-nobody try anything or else this boy is gonna get it!” Everyone stayed still as they nervously listened to his commands. “Everyone here h-hand over whatever money y-you have on you, including you register boy, or else the boy’s not going to be breathing anymore!”

“Robbery, one hostage,” you whispered to Kirishima next to you.

“And his quirk still unknown. We should be cautious about this, otherwise the kid’s gonna get hurt,” Kirishima added.

“Okay so what should we do?”

“How about I sneak up behind him while you get the kid away from him,” Kirishima suggests

“Fine with me,” you agree, going over to a potted plant as to hide your purse. “Let’s go.”

Gathering a small bit of sunlight in your palm, you directed the beam to the robber’s face, not powerful to cause permanent damage to him, but enough to temporarily blind him long enough for you to get the frightened boi away from him.

As soon as the robber yelped in surprise and closing his eyes, you sprinted forward and shoved the blinded robber away from the boy to which he fell against Kirishima who held him in a restraining hold while you jumped back with the little boy in your arms to put a bit more distance just in case. As the robber struggled again Kirishima, who didn’t even budge with all the squirming, you checked over the crying boy for any signs of injury.

Just as you were about to let the boy run over to his mother, the criminal being held by the hulking tank that is Kirishima, pressed his finger gun to Kirishima’s face and a loud bang sounded as he apparently shot at the redhead, a bullet of fire hitting him in the cheek. On instinct, Kirishima activated his quirk to protect himself, but since it was so sudden, he let of of the robber out of surprise. Once he was free, the robber aimed at the boy in front of you and fired.

Without hesitation, you threw yourself over the boy to protect him. Since you handle sunlight, you can take a bit of heat, unfortunately though… your clothes couldn’t. Next thing you knew, your blouse was catching on fire. You tried patting the fire out but obviously it wasn’t working so without thinking, you ripped off your shirt and threw it on the ground, leaving you in just your red, lacy bralette.

A thud sounded from behind you, making you turn around battle-readied, only to see Kirishima with his harden fist hanging in the air and the robber out cold on the ground. “Oh,” you said, “guess you handled that.”

Kirishima gave out a nervous chuckle, a red hue on his cheeks as he looked away. “Uh, yeah…”

A sudden shiver ran down your spine, reminding you of your current state. You let out a shriek, your cheeks now on equal footing with your crush’s red hair. You tried your best to cover yourself, your cheeks getting hotter by the second. Your embarrassment growing as well, as the stupid teenage boys your age started cat whisling at you.

Kirishima couldn’t help his red cheeks when he saw you in your bra, turning his head as to respect your privacy, but as soon as he heard the cat calls, he snapped his head towards the source; a group is rowdy guys his age looking over your general direction.

Wait… were they whistling at you?!

Glancing at you he catches how you were squirming and red in the cheeks, uncomfortable.

Nope. Not happening.

Without much thought, he took off his t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him bare, and went over to hand it to you. “Here, you can use this to cover up,” he said, the heat not entirely have left his cheeks as he trained his eyes solely on your sparkling, (e/c) eyes.

“What about you?” You asked, timidly reaching the shirt.

“No worries. Let’s just cover you up first,” he smiled reassuringly.

Smiling back gratefully, you took the offered clothing and went about putting it on. Meanwhile the group of teens were practically drooling over your figure. That is until Kirishima stepped into their view, arms across his chest with a glare starring daggers and a warning directing at them, his huge hulking frame completely blocking you from their hungry eyes. Being shirtless allowed Kirishima’s hardcore muscles to be displayed in all of their glory. It seems the red head’s goal was working, considering the group all froze up at the sight of his 6’4” muscular build, with not an ounce of fat visible. It took a moment for one of them to unfreeze and quietly urge his companions to move along before the frightening stranger decided to beat them to a pulp.

Satisfied with their scampering away with their tails between their legs, Kirishima turns back around only to be met with your figure practically drowning in his t-shirt. The heat made a complete comeback to his cheeks.You looked so adorable standing there in his clothes.

Before long, the mall’s security made their way over where they took their statements and the unconscious robber and bid the two young heroes their grattitudes before moving along to wait for the police to come and take the criminal away. Once they left, the boy and his mother walked up to you two to give their thanks as well, with the boy excitedly asking for Red Riot’s and (h/n)’s autograph which you both happily gave him, along with a picture being taken. Once the boy was satisfied and proclaiming to never washing his shirt, he and his mother left.

Kirishima turned to you. “You sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt or anything?”

You gave him a reassuring smile as you walked over to the planter in which you had hid your purse. “I’m fine. The fire didn’t burn me or anything, but I might have a bruise from where it hit me. Nothing that I can’t handle.”

“Good, good,” Kirishima nervously rubbed the back of his head.

When you secured your purse over your shoulder, you grabbed his free hand and walked in the direction of the clothing store you usually shopped at. “C’mon. The sooner we get my clothes shopping started, the sooner you can have your shirt back.” Though you didn;t really want to part with his shirt. It was completely engulfing you in his scent, something musky and manly that made you swoon.

“Aw, you don’t like seeing me shirtless?” Kirishima teased.

Hell yes, you thought to yourself. You’d have to be blind or gay to not drool over his washboard abs and bulging biceps, which you were desperately trying not to do. You didn’t want to come off as a pervert but it was hard to ignore the butterflies furiously partying around in your stomach and the intense heat coming off your cheeks.

“Yes,” you whispered, hoping to God that he didn’t hear you. He did, of course, which gave both his ego and the heat in his cheeks a nice boost. Before he could comment on it, you started, “Here we are. This is where I like to buy my clothes.”

Looking up, Kirishima saw the both of you walking towards (insert favorite clothing store).

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Mina, having been standing far enough away from you two so as not to be noticed, grinned and squealed and she happily clapped her hands and did a little happy dance. She had followed you two as to figure out how to get you and Kirishima close, but lo and behold a robber with a fire type quirk came along, albeit she hadn’t really planned for this part to happen at all, but when your shirt was set ablaze and you tore it off in a panic, she had the perfect plan.

She had walked up to the group of teens earlier all flirty and bribed them to go over and give you plently of unwanted attention for some extra cash. Though judging by their snarky appearance, she had bet it wouldn’t be too much trouble for them to start drooling all over you.

Mina did feel a bit bad, exposing you like that and making you uncomfortable, but for the sake of the personal, covert mission she assigned herself to get her two friends together, she knew it would be well worth it. Plus you had the gentle, red-headed giant with you to comfort you in your time of distress so she didn’t let it hold her back too much.

Having the group return a bit shaken from the encounter with Kirishima, one of them shakily asked the pinkette, “W-Was that good enough?”

Giving them her signature grin, Mina handed over a few yen bills as agreed upon. “Yup! Thanks for your help guys!”

Muttering a ‘no problem’, the males continued along their way, counting the money they’ve earned, undoubtedly planning on spending it on drinks or food. Mina glanced back at you two as you lead Kirishima to your favorite store, the giant red-head’s posture now screaming protectiveness over your dignity. She was well assured that her plan to give you guys he right nudge was a success, knowing that Kirishima was planning on confessing his love to you today from her little conversation with the other guys of the Bakusquad.

Satisfied with her work, the cheerful pinkette skipped her way to her favorite store as to buy the required snacks for their girl’s night that evening, confident that you wouldn’t be returning until much later that night after your date.

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Right away, as soon as you two entered the store, you stop by a rack of clothes, excitedly sifting through the hanging clothes.

“Sooo…” Kirishima started. “Is there a specific reason why you’re getting new clothes? Or are you just getting them for the hell of it?” He asked, mindlessly lifting up a blouse, examining it and then putting it back, and that’s when he looked up. Immediately, he felt a sweat drop sliding down the side of his face at all the hungry, drooling ladies in the store shamelessly staring at his bare torso.

“Um, I guess you can say a bit of both,” you responded, checking out a blouse that seems to have caught your attention. “I accidentally burned some of my blouses when using my quirk.”

“How’d you managed that?” Kirishima found what appears to be a pink sleeping shirt that said ‘Donut Worry Be Happy’ with sprinkles all over and a donut in the middle. “Hey this is cute,” Kirishima said, showing you the shirt. He was silently begging you to get it, he knew you’d be adorable in it and he was desperate to see it in person.

You looked over to see the shirt your best friend was holding up. “Oh my god!” You squealed excitedly, taking the shirt from him. “I love this! I’m so getting this. Great find, Kiri!”

Once you turned around, Kirishima silently fist pumped in victory. “Well, anyway. You know how a magnifying glass can concentrate the sunlight and you can start fires with it? Well my quirk is kinda like that. And because of that, there has been more than one occasion where I accidentally burnt my clothes, as much I hate to admit it.”

“Oh, okay I get it,” Kirishima said.

After finding a couple more outfits, you dragged your very shirtless, very hot best friend to the dressing rooms to get his opinion on the outfits you chose. As you showed off the outfits you chose, to which Kirishima said that each one looked great on you.

You guys were started getting goofier, as time went on, you two acted as if you were in a fashion show, with you strutting around in a new outfit each time striking a new pose every minute, even going as far as fixing your hair in messy styles for each one, be it a quick, braid, bun, or ponytail.

As Kirishima patiently waited for you to step out with the next shirt, you called out. “Oh my god, I think this one is my favorite so far! I think this would great with heels though. Hey Kiri?”

“Yeah?”

“You see those heels I was eyeying earlier before we came to here?”

Looking to his left where the wall was covered with shelves and shelves of shoe boxes plus the ones on display, he sees the pair you were talking about. “The white heels, right?” He asked, already walking over to them.

“Yeah, can you see if they have (insert shoe size)?”

Mumbling the shoe size you gave him as he scanned the boxes, he spots the only size that you requested. “You are in luck, milady. There is only one left.”

“Thank you very much, my good sir,” you giggled reaching your hand out for the shoes without revealing the shirt you were wearing. “I’ll be but a moment,” you impersonated a proper tone hand and shoes disappearing behind the closed curtain again.

While Kirishima waiting idly (and trying his best to ignore the hungry stares still directed at him), he decided to ask for some dating intel in the form of small talk. “So hey, random question. Have you ever thought about dating?” Yeah, so not obvious. Way to go, Kirishima.

You paused your struggle with the second heel strap. “What kind of question is that? Of course I have.”

“Oh,” Kirishima simply said. “So, you have a crush on anyone?”

Staying in your position in front of the full-length mirror, you thought about it. Obviously, you had a big fat crush on the male just on the other side of the curtain, but was this his way of finding out if you liked anyone for himself or just out of curiosity? “Yeah… there is someone I really like, but I doubt he’s noticed me at all.”

“Oh? What’s he like?” Kirishima asked, nervous as all hell that you liked someone else.

“Well, he has spiky hair.. Gorgeous red eyes that shine like rubies… he looks intimidating as hell when you first see him, but actually nice once you get to know him… and he’s really handsome, too,” you blushed, lightly hugging yourself as you pictured Kirishima in your head.

Said male had gone quiet, his heart dropping all the way down into his stomach, the weight feeling like a bowling ball. Wait… Do… Do you have a crush on Bakugou?! “Oh… um… he-he sounds like a lucky guy,” Kirishima responded, trying to keep the tremor and disappointment out of his voice.

Dammit, am I too late? Kirishima cursed his reluctance at approaching you with his feelings.

“W-...What about you? Do you like someone?” You asked, heart hammering in your chest in anticipation to his answer.

“Yes,” he said, causing your heart to stop.

“What’s she like? She’s gotta be amazing for you to like her,” you tried to keep your voice cheery, happy that your best friend had found someone, but a whimper threatened to spill past your lips as tears gathered against your lower lashes, your bottom lip wobbly.

“She’s so amazing. She’s strong, and kind, and sweet, and she’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing,” Kirishima gushed, a dreamy look on his face. “She does (insert hobby 1), and (insert hobby 2), and she’s so good at it. And she can make some really delicious food, though she swears up and down the road that she’s not that great of a cook, but I can’t help but love every single bite of it.”

“That’s… that’s great,” you said, unable to keep out the tear-filled tone out of your voice.

“Wait, are you crying?!” Kirishima panicked.

You sniffled, hugging yourself tighter, “No.”

Kirishima stayed quiet for a moment. And deciding to be a man and take that leap of faith, he continued, “Though, I admit, she is a little dense.”

That caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“I mean, you would think she’d at least notice a little bit how much time I spend with her,” He said, laughing out loud, partly out of nerves. “Or how no matter the hour during the night, if she came to my dorm crying, I would drop everything to make her feel better, and will do the stupidest shit just to see her smile and laugh. Or how she is literally the sunshine of my life, and with her quirk, its just makes it even more true.”

Your eyes widened. Was he talking about someone with a quirk similar to yours? No, it couldn’t be, there was no possible way he was talking about you, it must be some huge coincidence.

“Or how whenever we go stargazing with each other at night, I have never looked up at the sky, not even once, before. No star, or constellations that she makes up could ever compare to the stars in her (e/c) eyes. (Y/N)... you’re just so perfect, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

You whipped around so fast, you actually tripped over the clothes that were scattered at your feet, causing you to curse as you fell, hitting you head against the wall of the dressing room with a rather loud thud as you fell right on your bottom.

Hearing the loud, resonating thud, Kirishima panicked and went into hero mode, rushing to pull back the curtain to see if you were harmed or not. Quickly finding you on the floor, tenderly rubbing the back of your head, your expression pinched with slight pain.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Kirishima worried, kneeling down to your level with his arms outstretched as if to catch you should you fall over all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just banged my ass and head is all,” you groaned, still tenderly rubbing the sore spot, sitting up more.

“Here, let me check your head.” Before you could protest that you were perfectly fine, Kirishima gently cradled your head and tenderly pushed your head forward so he could check out the damage that had been done. You instantly shut your mouth, your cheeks blooming into a rosy color at the close proximity, smelling his natural scent coming from his bare skin. “Well, you have a slight bump but that’s about it,” he concluded, letting your head go. “But I don’t know if you’ll end up with a concussion or not.”

You shoke your head, saying in a soft voice, “I doubt it. I’ve hit my head harder on missions.”

Once he was sure enough that you would be alright, it was then that he noticed what you were wearing and he couldn’t help but blush. It was a one sleeved crop top that showed a moderate amount of clevage, the end of it reaching above your cute belly button, and it was such a nice shade of red, almost reminding him of his hair color.

“That’s uh… That’s a really nice blouse,” he complimented, suddenly flustered at how beautiful you looked along with the blouse you were currently wearing looking up at him through your hair which was hanging down, eyes big and doe like.

Completely blanking on the compliment thrown your way, you continued to stare at him in awe as you processed what he had said earlier. “…Did you mean what you said?”

“Oh, uh,” his hand shot up to rub his neck nerviously, chuckling. “Well yeah, of course. It would be pretty unmanly if I lied. And… it would be pretty unmanly for me to not tell you how I feel about you.”

“H-How you feel…?” Kirishima prayed that that sparkle in your (e/c) eyes was hope as you subconsciously leaned closer to him in anticipation.

“I’m just- I’m gonna just come out and say it,” Kirishima said, more to himself though as to encourage himself. Taking a deep breath, reached out and ever so gently held your cheek as though you were fragile and can break at any moment, and looked into those sparkling (e/c) eyes he loved so much. “I really, really like you (Y/n). For a long time now.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as a brilliantly bright smile spread across your beautiful face, rivaling the sun. “Really?”

“Yes really,” Kirishima confirmed, your bright smile bringing forth a bright grin of his own.

“Am I dreaming?” You giggled nervously, hoping to god that he wasn’t pranking you or anything. It all seemed so surreal and like a dream. “You actually like me?”

Kirishima laughed. “I’ll even go as far as say I love you.”

You leaned forward until your forehead bumped with his hard chest, clenching your fists against him. “This isn’t a dream…” you whispered happily. “You actually like me.”

“And I would be just as happy if you will have me as your man,” Kirishima muttered into your hair, bringing his arms around you in a hug.

“Yes!” You didn’t hesitate in accepting his proposal. You squealed in delight as Kirishima squeezed you tight in his arms, rocking the both of you back and forth.

Pulling away, you were blinded by his bright grin. “Let’s go to the movies!”

“What, right now?” You giggled, wiping at your tears.

“Yes! We can do a movie and dinner date! I know the food court isn’t probably the most appealing, but I want to take you on a date right now, especially in that amazing outfit you have on now,” Kirishima rambled, his excitement reminding you of a hyper puppy dog.

“Okay, let’s do it!” You couldn’t help but share his excitement, completely forgetting the fact that you had girl’s night later that evening and the reason you came to the mall was to grab snacks for it.

Right away, Kirishima helped you pick up the clothes that you were going to buy, in the process, finding and putting on his own shirt, insisting that you keep the shirt and wedge heels on for you last minute date. The both of you were practically jumping at the seams with excitement as you went up to the register. Being the gentleman that he is, Kirishima tried insisting that he pay for the clothes and heels for you, but you argued that you were perfectly capable on paying for them on your own, the two of you continued going back and forth as the cashier looked between you two as you argued who was paying as she tried her best not to laugh.

Ultimately you allowed to pay for the shirt you were currently wearing, the sleep shirt he found and the heels, but no more. As you paid the cashier for all the other clothes, you laughed at Kirishima’s grumbling, reaching up to kiss away his pout. After paying, you two had decided to stop by the theaters in the mall to choose and pay for a movie, and this time you let Kirishima pay. As you awaited for the time of the movie, you walked around sharing a pretzel as a snack as you continue doing a bit more shopping, with Kirishima also buying you a stuffed animal because what kind of man would he be if he didn’t buy you a plushie as a memento of your first date?

On your way towards the food court, you could hear Kirishima humming My Only Sunshine with a satisfied expression on his face. “Are you really humming that?” You laughed.

Kirishima grinned down at you, lacing his fingers with yours and swinging your arms. “I can’t help it if you’re the light of my life.”

#kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #bakusquad #minor nudity #mild cursing #aged up #ua #class 1a #fem!reader

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morelike-bi-light · 5 years ago

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As much as I love our meme culture where we romanticize or slam our favs, I do genuinely think there's really interesting flaws to explore with all of the Twilight vampires. It's not developed super well in the series, not front and center since whether we see main characters make mistakes with consequences largely depends on how Meyers personally feels about them and what they represent to her, but the complexity exists and there's a whole heap of potential to explore.

Like Carlisle's need to 'save' and how it conflicts with itself. There's that post that points out exactly how selfish his decision was, seeing as how he views vampirism as damnation, and yes! That makes it so much more interesting. What would he be without this conflict? A pretty one dimensional saint figure with a million PhDs. I love that Carlisle spent hundreds of years denying himself company and then crumbled beneath a single Chicago mother's plea to save her son, in my mind as an excuse to soothe his own crippling loneliness. And then when he had someone to exist beside, he just... he did it again, ostensibly because Esme deserved better. And again, this time for Edward. Then he did it for Rose. And then they picked up Alice and Jasper, and I wonder if he felt that much more guilty knowing that if he'd just waited a decade or so more, he might've found family anyways without having to 'damn' the others. Exploring how that interacts with his religious beliefs? Sign me up.

Then there's Rosalie's resentment. It's been covered in much better depth by other users, and I think I've reblogged those posts, but the validity of her anger and fear of losing the only things that give her comfort in a life she never chose bears repeating. Not to mention how this possibly affects her relationship with her coven - it's like when your child or spouse or sibling or best friend who has depression. How do you interact with a loved one who wishes they were dead? Who thinks life, even with you, whom they claim to love, is a prison? How do you interact with the man you believe to be your soulmate when you genuinely believe that you would be better off having died before meeting him? What does it say about her sense of self prior to death versus as an immortal?

Which leads perfectly into Edward's self-flagellation. He murders and feeds, because he's a monster who deserves to feel like one - but he's not the only one who suffers from that (though we give him some points for understanding that from the get-go and targeting people he thinks deserve it). But then he feels bad for acting like a monster and he has another reason to punish himself. He deprives himself of joy and distances himself from his family because how dare a monster like he ever find comfort in others like him, and how dare he enjoy a life that's so unnatural - but his family suffers alongside him. But then he feels guilty for being a dick to them, which gives him another reason to punish himself. He sends Bella mixed signals by alternating between caring, coldness, and cruelty, because he wants her to be happy but he also doesn't want himself to be happy - but Bella suffers because of this. Then he feels guilty about putting her safety at risk, which gives him another reason to punish himself. It goes on and on, and this line of thinking hinders his growth as a character through the entire series without being properly addressed.

Bella's bull-headedness. Jasper's survivalism. There is so, so much to be said here. Even with the three least developed of the coven, Alice has her impulsivity, Esme has her passivity, Emmett has his impatience.

On the flip side, we have the native characters, who are all either poorly developed or most characterized through off hand, arm's-length negativity, so as to make the vamps look better, and all I want for them is more content exploring all the good they have to offer.

Like, Jake's defining quality is his loyalty - Smeyer may have butchered his character, but I'm not talking about the bullshit she had him do in the last two books. I want to see more exploring how warm and good and patient and generous he is with his friends, no matter what it is he's up against, be it social conflict or an emotional crisis. I mean, in the books, we only ever get to see him really care about Bella. What about Embry and Quil? There's an entire foundation to their friendship that's hardly brushed by canon. I want to see his loyalty to his father and sisters and the memory of his mother. IT is interesting when loyalties conflict, preferably with greater nuance and weight than the Uley vs Cullen dilemma, but what's more satisfying is getting to see Jacob act in his element. I wanna see his other good traits explored too, the ones that exist outside of the necessity that he be a good friend/alternate LI for Bella - like the passion he has and his down to earth attitude.

And don't get me started on the Uley pack. Sam himself had so much potential to be a nuanced foil to Carlisle - I'm going to need to make an entire other post on it, it gets me so worked up, so keep an eye out for that! But also there's Paul, who is literally just an angry caricature version of Emmett, Emily whose entire characterization is built on a mess of racist and sexist tropes, and how many of the others even get characterized at all?

And Leah. Was she done the dirtiest of not only all the native characters, but also all the females? Arguably, yeah. I'd say so. Again, there was so, so much potential to explore her even in subtle ways through the later narrative and literally next to none of it was fulfilled. By the end of Breaking Dawn I was genuinely irritated, even as a kid, because it felt like Leah had been pointed out time and time again as being so special - only important native woman, only pack member to have been ostracized through the entire series, and the only female werewolf, hello - only for none of it to be relevant literally at all to the major plot. There wasn't even any follow up. Why is she the first female wolf? What does that mean for the future of the shapeshifters? (I'm absolutely thinking about this for my - probably shorter than planned - fic, jsyk.)

Thank God for Seth, I guess. We all love Seth, but still I think even he is basically just a puppy's personality given human form. It's as if Smeyer thinks that complexity is counter blank to goodness, friendliness, and openness. (And I think this is an issue with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Angela, too, to be fair. It's just that where those four are just Defined by a trait - boisterous, fun, gentle, and nice in turn - Seth's behavior specifically plays into a... cutesy... paternalism? That makes me narrow my eyes a bit.) Anyways, I wouldve liked to see his feelings about Charlie and Sue, or about his sister's transformation and his father's death, or uh, any of the violence against the newborns many of whom were literally his age from Eclipse? And not just in an, oh, sad boy is sad kind of way. He's not a care bear - there's gotta be some conflict about what he's been through seeing as it's a LOT.

To be real, though? In some ways, I'm actually okay with it that Smeyer dropped the ball on so many of her characters, while still giving us what we have to work with - largely because it's actually so cool to think about all the potential buried in the content we have, waiting to be unearthed. It's why, regardless of when or why it started and how long it should've lasted, I don't see myself exiting the Twilight fandom for a long time. There's so much work to be done, you know, stuff to be said, and I think it's been and is and will be a beautiful conversation. This was just meant to be a long meta, but really, I have to take a moment and celebrate everyone in the fandom who has kept it alive and funny and interesting, whether you're a staple like @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen and @shittytwilightaus or you're just here to reblog and enjoy. We all sort of rediscovered this thing we liked in our childhood and just collectively decided to fix it and make it something worth loving as the people we are, and it makes me proud to be here!

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fieldfullofbangtan · 6 years ago

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bts reaction: smelling another hybrid on you -hybrid!au-

↳ First off THANK YOU cutie for the request.

Second; I’ve never made hybrid!au before so this might be shitty.

Also it feels like this is suppose to be written like angst or fluff but I can’t help making it just a little funny so.

Seokjin

The moment he smelled Taehyung on you he was furious. He knew that Tae would have to have touched you for you to smell like him this much. He obviously couldn’t stay mad at you for long but oh was he in a mood when it came to Tae.

- Hey Tae, why does my girlfriend smell like a wet dog?

- Better than deer poop.

- EXCUUSE ME? You are grounded you little shit.

- Oh boo hoo, what? I can’t use the phone mom?

- No. We are going to the park tomorrow and you can’t come with us.

- WAIT NO IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

Namjoon

Hell would break loose. The smell was actually really faint because you had simply been sitting next to Hoseok, but Joon could smell it anyways. Probably because he buried his face in ur neck just to breath you in. The choices he had were to either kill Hoseok, or make you smell like him again. Tuff choice but in the end he chose the latter.

- Tonight might be long baby because I’m not going to stop until every inch of you smells like me.

Yoongi

He would be on his way to hug you hello when the very strong scent of Jungkook hit his nose. Suddenly he would put his hand out to stop the hug, slowly back away and just leave. What he was doing would be explained by a few terrified texts from Jungkook whilst running away from your pissed off wolf-boyfriend. When he returned to you he would have a few scratches but he would look a lot calmer.

- Yoongi what did you do.

- We just wrestled a bit.

- As humans I hope? Because I can’t imagine a wolf vs. a bunny would be fair.

- He can handle it, he’s pretty strong for a bunny.

Hoseok

Sure, smelling another member on you wouldn’t be pleasant, but he could probably let that go. What he was smelling though was three of them at the same time and the youngest ones on top of that. He confronted you about it and asked why the boys had touched you but they hadn’t, you we’re just as confused as him. So his only way to figure this out would be to ask the boys straight up.

- Look guys I’m gonna need an answer, why does (Y/N) smell like the three of you?

They all acted clueless and innocent. Thankfully right before Hoseok got ready to beat the answer out of them you entered.

JM - Wait wait wait! Hyung she’s wearing my sweater, that’s why she smells like me!

J - Yea and thats my beanie!

T - And my sweatpants.

- What? Guys these are Hoseoks, I took them from his wardrobe.

- Oooh... Yea I stole those things from them... well oops hehe totally my bad, let’s just forget this happened k?

Jimin

Jimin didn’t know what to do, on one hand he was not happy at all because he smelled another guy on you, on the other hand the guy he smelled was Namjoon, the one of them that could turn into a fucking grizzly. He tried to let it go but the smell was just way to pungent, every whiff was like a voice in his head saying “she doesn’t love you anymore”. The anger managed to build up and at the end of the night Jimin just had to let it out.

- Hey Joon? Why can I smell you on my girlfriend?

- Hm, don’t know.

- you don’t know? YOU DONT KNOW?!

- Wow calm down Jimin I think I maybe hugged her when we met earlier what’s the big deal?

- THE BIG DEAL? DONT TOUCH HER.

For the rest of the week everybody would be on edge near Jimin and terrified to even come near you. And lil puppy Jimin would be so proud of himself.

Jungkook

Since he’s really possessive he would be super jealous, and cuz he’s a little immature he would also be super petty. When he smelled Jin on you he would demand an answer and even if it was just a little hug he would get pissed off. He forgave you pretty quickly knowing that Jin has a tendency to be too close to you. And it was time for some revenge.

- Jungkook. Why does my entire room smell like you.

- I might have gone in there and touched some stuff right after I worked out.

- did you touch my bed...

- I believe I did yes.

- Why in the actual hell would you do that?

- Now you know how it feels to have someone else’s smell on something you love!

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mathlovershugarl · 5 years ago

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Mio vs the Twins

@tsundere-model I didn’t have my phone today (I forgot it at home again), so I didn’t really have anything to do during lunch. I decided I didn’t have the energy to work on fics, so here we go, a random drabble!

Annoyance.

A pink tail moved from side to side in annoyance. The usually well-groomed tail was in disarray due to his youngest siblings playing with it. No matter how many times he hissed and bat away their paws, they would continue to fight for his tail!

How ANNOYING!

Don’t they know that his appearance is everything? He was so cute and ~beautiful~ that people would fall over themselves to even get a moments worth of attention from him!

The nerve of these stupid brats! Not only do they mess with his fur, they also take so much attention away from him! The natural star of the family was being upstaged! He never asked for these… THINGS.

Why was it that his parents continued to keep them around?

In particular, the pink cat detested the puppy. Father gave her extra attention, because she was ‘like him,’ or whatever. If all he wanted was for someone to stupidly whine and wag a tail, he could do that too! As such, it’s perfectly okay to do away with them. Really.

He wanted to write a letter to the mayor or something and complain about how his parents weren’t paying attention to him anymore. Child neglect isn’t okay!

That being said, his parents paid attention him and took good care of him. Was that going to stop him from feeling slighted? Not at all!

“HISS!!!!” Brandishing his claws, he batted away a giant puppy, who yelped and moved away from his tail.

“S-Shaaaaaaaa” The other of the two nuisances hissed at him before moving to the now trembling puppy. The kitten quietly meowed and licked the top of the puppy’s head, as if attempting to groom her. The size difference was quite laughable as the kitten had to stand on his hind legs to even reach the top of her head.

Puppies grow so fast! Even Mio felt threatened by how big she was getting!

Upset that the kitten had hissed at him in warning (this kitten needed to be put in their place), he’d raised a paw, ready to smack the next ‘deserving’ victim, but he paused. Padded paws hitting the ground could be heard approaching the room. Shugarl had heard his baby girl yelp and he came to investigate.

1.) Mio looked away, tail smacking the tail with annoyance.

2.) His tail looked a mess.

3.) Lunar hid her face underneath her paws, her figure trembling.

4.) Blaze was doing his best to comfort his twin, the baby of the family.

Finally, he was blessed with a child who looked like a were-wolf, like himself. As soon as he entered the room, the puppy whined, running towards him. She hid herself between his massive paws.

!!!!

Pink fur bristled. That was HIS spot!

At this, Shugarl mentally sighed. He knew that children could get jealous of babies, but he didn’t think it would be this bad? Talia was independent, and she didn’t mind that Yuusei had attention. She was old enough to know better when he was born. The same went for Yuusei when Mio was born. He was old enough to not be too selfish and demanding of attention.

Talia was at a stage where she was a pre-teen when Yuusei was born. When Mio was born, Yuusei was a young boy who looked to be around 8 or 10 years old.

If Mio were to shift right now, he’d look like a 5-year-old child. This was probably one of the reasons why he wasn’t mature enough to ‘share’ his parents with the ‘new brats’ as he loved to call them.

Also regarding Yuusei, he’d always had a gentle temperament, so he rarely lashed out for any reason. He’d virtually never did anything that harmed his baby brother. Perhaps this is because he didn’t want to bully the small runt of a baby brother of his. Talia never bullied him, but she did tease him often.

Between the Yuusei-Mio sibling pair, Mio was the one who tormented his elder brother. This is where Yuusei’s saint-like patience came about. He would patiently wait until Mio would fall asleep to be freed from the menace. Mio was often seen crawling all over Yuusei, or playing with his tail.

It was the same thing, but Mio was selfish, and vain. He can play with everyone else’s tail, but no one can play with his! Soon, the small kitten crawled across the floor, fully intending to follow his littermate. He was still scared of this massive creature, but his sister was there! He wanted to follow her! They were littermates and they had to stay together!

(What? No, he wasn’t intending to use her as a warm pillow for his nap. He may be sleepy, and she may be super warm, but--- yeah, he wanted to take a nap next to his sister. That’s normal, okay? Kittens like to snuggle up to each other!)

Shugarl decided to lay down, to make himself look smaller, so the kitten wouldn’t fear to approach him. Meanwhile, his golden eyes lifted to watch Mio, who was still staring off into another direction. He was effectively pretending that his father didn’t just walk into the room because he’d smacked his sister.

If Izumi was home, he would have ran into the room the fastest. Alas, he was out shopping right now with Mika.

“Mio. Be patient with your new siblings. You can’t be selfish like this.”

“No! Did you SEE my beautiful tail? She deserved it! She also stole my spot! I don’t like her! Take her back!” Mio argued back, expecting to get rebuked. He’d gotten scolded over this multiple time by Izumi and Shugarl alike.

The exasperated father sighed, shaking his head. A vague memory popped into his head. He’d said a similar thing when Ponsol was born as well, but the reason for hating his sibling… was more emotional than anything. Thinking back on it now, he pitied his mother.

She had to raise both her sons on her own after she’d lost her husband.

Then you had your firstborn being a tyrant to the newest baby.

Guess… Mio gets that from him? Perhaps? No, it’s still possible he gets it from Izumi. This pink kitten was eerily similar to his mother, especially in attitude.

There was once a time when Izumi had asked him: ‘Where did your attitude come from?’ and Mio had responded by giving Izumi a judging look that seemed to say, ‘you’re really asking me that?’

As a good husband, he should defend his wife, but he was not the sort to lie. It was clear that Mio inherited his attitude problems from Izumi. Yes, as you’d expect, Izumi wasn’t happy with him that day.

“Mio, these are your new siblings. You should love and protect them. You know what people find very endearing? Someone who takes care of their younger siblings well. If you take photos with your siblings, you’ll gain even more attention.”

That’s right!

Mio Geripeta… the third youngest of the family… is an internet star! He was big on the internet! With his diva personality, Izumi jokingly made an account for him to show off his ‘attitude’ and ‘flair.’

Once Mio was old enough, he started to direct in which direction he wanted his twitter account to go. He would upload photos of himself and watch as comments adoring him would come flooding in.

If what Father said was true (when was he ever wrong?), then his popularity could skyrocket!

He’d almost considered it, if not for his poor tail didn’t come into view. THAT’S RIGHT, HE’S ANGRY! His fur bristled in anger.

“If you do this, I will brush you before bed every night.”

“Papa~ I love you!” Mio instantly teleported to Shugarl’s side, nuzzling his arm. “Love you too.”

A large were-wolf and his three children surrounded him, cuddling up to him comfortably. When Izumi returned with shopping bags on either arm, he’d see an image of all the children sleeping atop of Shugarl’s back, cuddling each other.

He’d asked what happened while he was out and Shugarl simply smiled and responded with: I made a transaction. What did you expect out of a businessman?

It may not be ideal, but it was a step in the right direction. Mio will eventually come around and learn to love his siblings. Isn’t it like how Izumi fell in love with Shugarl? They didn’t like each other at first, but as time passed, they learned more about each other and naturally fell in love with each other.

The father had the confidence that Mio will learn to love his youngest siblings.

#Neo Writes Drabbles #were!au #tsunderemodel #tsundere-model

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years ago

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483-484: ‘Looking for the Answer! Fire Fist Ace Dies On the Battlefield!’ and ‘The Navy Headquarters Falls! Whitebeard's Unspeakable Wrath.’

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Actually watched these on Friday but was too bummed about what had happened to post. Turns out one of the spoilers was real, after all. Joy of joys. One more to go and then all I’ll have floating around my head is that Sanji has a sister.

Annoyed at the spoiler-tastic title, though. Thanks, Toei, for ruining that in advance. I was also unwittingly spoiled by the latest Uniqlo/SJ 50 t-shirt drop (but didn’t know it at the time because I was clueless about the panel’s context).

Yes, I am delaying the inevitable...

Better get on with it.

R.I.P. Fire Fist Ace

I am sad and mad at the waste of life.

Ace had so much to live for, but he had no regrets, so from his perspective, it is okay. I mean, the old cliche is true, right? Death is easy for the dead. Those they leave behind have to deal with the fallout. And Luffy is... beyond distraught. Catatonic with despair, actually, to the point Jimbei had to step in or else he would have been fried by Akainu.

Picking up where 483 left off, despite the Big Damned Spoiler Title, I knew Ace was not in a good way. If that title hadn’t ruined it, I might have thought even then that Ace would make it through. If Whitebeard can fight on with a hole in his chest, why couldn’t Ace? And the Pirate Alliance had Emporio Ivankov on their side, right?

There were a few final twists and turns, a few flashes of drama, before the quiet, sad moment happened. Garp rushing down to Ace, Sengoku having to pin him to stop Garp killing Akainu (I wish he hadn’t. I still want that Garp Monkey D. Family Team to happen). The nightmare fuel scene when Akainu was shot point blank by bazooka fire and walked back through the flames like a zombie with parts missing. The moment when Jimbei stood between Ace and Akainu “You will not touch him again! I have been ready to die since the beginning!” with Akainu retorting, “Looks like I need to execute a traitor.” Marco breaking free courtesy of Mr 3, enabling Luffy to take Ace away...

Damn, I really didn’t think Oda would have the cajones to kill off Ace. The moment was done well, though, so at least there’s that. Weirdly, the scene reminded me of Mufasa’s death (from The Lion King). Just Luffy’s fragile, tentative questions, “Hey. Hey... are you alright?” mixed with the horror of realisation something was terribly wrong when he placed his hand on Ace’s back and it came back thick with blood.

But still, he could deny it then. Ace could be treated. Ace could be cured. Emporio Ivankov was on his side!

Unfortunately, the damage was irreparable. Ace’s organs had been completely burned away. The moment Ivankov had to break that news was horrible. I felt so bad for Luffy. He tried to bargain desperately: “You can’t die! You promised you would never die, no matter what!”

Knowing he didn’t have much time left, Ace took advantage of the quiet moment to have a last talk with his little brother. I liked how Toei froze the battle, cast everything and everyone but Ace and Luffy in greyscale, because for that moment, the only alive people in the world were two brothers.

“I wouldn't even have had a will to live if it weren't for Sabo and a high maintenance brother like you. If you see Dadan someday, say hello for me. When I face my own death, I even miss a woman like her. There is one thing that makes me wanna stay. That is my desire to see you fulfill your dream. But I'm sure that you can do it. Because you're my brother. Like we promised that day, I have no regrets in life. Something tells me that what I truly wanted was not fame. Did I deserve to be born? What I wanted was the answer to that question.

I can't raise my voice to let anyone hear anymore, Could you tell them what I'm about to say now? Old man, everyone, and you Luffy. Thank you... for loving someone like me: a good for nothing who has such bad blood in his veins... Thank you!”

Yeah, so at that point, I was just staring at the screen, watching Ace die and labouring under the same haze of denial as Luffy. It still wasn’t real. Then Ace’s eyes glazed over, the little flame inside him finally winked out and he slumped to the ground with a smile on his face. Even the vivre card burned to ashes.

Watching Luffy realise his brother was dead was worse than Ace’s last words. Eyes wide, he just stared at his blood-soaked hands and shook. “Ace...? Ace...?”

Then he screamed. The grief was too much and he shut down completely.

This is the second gut-wrenching loss Luffy has suffered in quick succession. As far as he’s concerned, he’s lost his crew. Now, he has lost his only brother. I wonder how this will affect Luffy going forward? I’m assuming Luffy will use Ace’s death to swear vengeance on the Marines and World Government. Take note, Marines: this is how you create a mighty enemy. Luffy does need to be stronger. But, damn, if that is not a harsh way to learn that lesson...

Oh, and I don’t ever want to see Jimbei sobbing again. That was too much on top of everything else. ;_;

Akainu Is Not A Good Person

He’s behind me, isn’t he?

That shot is honestly the only thing that cheered me up over these two episodes. I watched it three times and laughed like a drain every time.

Then it just got better because Oda let Whitebeard loose on Akainu and it was glorious! It’s as if Oda realised, “Yeah, the fans will be grieving and seething, let’s give them an outlet for their feelz.”

Akainu made another swipe at Luffy, but Marco stepped in. Unfortunately, Marco was wearing sandals. (Not the most effective footwear for facing off against Akainu. You’d need steel toe capped boots or special heat-entry PPE for that. Marco, you must update your look. Function over fashion. I know it will sting but it is for a good cause.) He couldn’t hold off Akainu completely. But someone who could rumbled up behind him.

Man... Whitebeard was mad. Beyond mad. “I will hammer you into the ground like a tent peg” mad. “I will punch you to pate” mad. I actually cheered when that first punch connected. The best part was when he grabbed Akainu by the collar, tossed him in the air and broke him with a devastating punch. I’ve never been happy to see someone bleed before. That was new.

But Akainu did get a hit in. Note to All Pirates: Do not let Akainu anywhere near your torso. Reblog to save a life!

It’s maybe too late for Whitebeard, though. I am not going to jump the gun again because Oda has subverted tropes before, but it seems like Whitebeard is intent on Marineford being his last stand. He split the battlefield so the Pirate Allies could escape, trapping himself on the other side with all the Marines.

It was also satisfying to see Marineford sinking into the sea along with Akainu! I may also have cheered at this and laughed: “YES! BYE, SAKAZUKI! SINK INTO THE OCEAN AND DROWN!” A measured response? Absolutely not. Do I think he will be saved? Hopefully not!

Then Teach appeared.

This is the first time I was not excited to see him and his crew. I thought, “Come on, mate. There’s a time and a place...”

But clearly, for Blackbeard, this is the perfect time and place.

Not Even In The Mood For Blackbeard

Teach has the chutzpah to turn up at Whitebeard’s last stand and advertise his new crew. I might be going off them. There are now ten Blackbeard pirates, so that’s my Individual Blackbeards vs Individual Strawhats theory up in smoke. (Unless Luffy recruits another crew member. Then it’s back on!)

So far, we have:

1. Blackbeard 2. Van Augr 3. Jacques Laffite 4. Jesus Burgess 5. Doc Q 6. San Juan Wolf 7. Catalina Devon 8. Shiryu of the Rain 9. Vasco Shot 10. Guy With Horns I Don’t Remember

Now it makes sense why Teach was sniffing about Impel Down. He was recruiting! Still don’t know what his game is, though. Why is he here now? What’s the point in having a chuckle at Whitebeard’s expense? Why advertise your new crew? I don’t think the Marines will be impressed that you took time off to recruit while there was a big battle going on.

I also have questions about San Juan Wolf.

How does San Juan Wolf fit on any ship? He is so massive he barely fits into shot and suffers from goddamned distance fade. Does he just trail after Teach’s ship like a massive, violent puppy? Where did they keep him in Impel Down? Would Ikea be interested in such space-defying dimensions?

I’ll have to stay tuned, I guess.

No, thank you, Ace. You’ve been great. ;_;

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 7 years ago

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T&L pt 14: The Battle

Warnings: violence

Word count: 4033

Part 13

Darya (Persian) - ocean: The endless ocean is a sight for sore eyes.

Arya's POV

„They...He what? Hhhe left?“ I stammered. The answer was obvious by the look on Emily's face. Kim couldn't even look at me. My mind was racing, heart pounding. I was so furious, worried, hell more like terrified, trembling almost violently. Before I knew what I was doing, my legs moved me straight out the door. Slamming the door behind me, not looking back, completely ignoring Emily begging me to come back, I ran. I have no idea where I'm going, I don't even care. He left without a goodbye. Soreness I felt this morning was replaced by agonizing pain in every nook and cranny of my body. My lungs are burning, legs already tired, my thoughts wild making it impossible to concentrate and take control. I don't know how long I've been running, a few minutes, half an hour? But I finally stopped, collapsing onto my knees and hands, unable to take a proper breath. My lungs felt like they could burst any moment now, my throat dry. Sweat rolled down my skin in thick, salty beads. My skin felt like it was burning and yet, somehow, I was still so damn cold. I could feel my heart throbbing inside my chest. Tears blind me so I wipe my face and lift my head to see where I am.

The cliffs. Of course..my stupid legs led me straight to a place that would remind me of him...Paul. Why did you do it? Why didn't you tell me? How the hell did nobody tell me it was happening today? I deserved a goodbye. You promised me you'd stop hiding these things from me. You promised! Last nights memories, still vivid were now haunting me. I could still feel his warm lips on me, his hands exploring every part of me, the look in his eyes that showed nothing but pure admiration and love for me. I could recall his soft I love you's and his fingers running through my hair as I was falling asleep...Wait...he whispered something to me 'That’s all I want. Just you and me. Always. No matter what happens, I'm with you..Forever.'

Oh God, he was saying goodbye and I didn't even notice. No, no, no. That can't be our last moment together, I'm not ready. My vision started blurring with all the tears that came rushing to my eyes, spilling over like a river ready to join the ocean that danced before me.

The ocean used to calm me, it was my escape, my safe harbor. My grandma named me Darya for the same reason. She always said that her connection to nature, ocean especially was a big reason why she stayed in Forks. She was a New York girl, never once went on any kind of nature trips. Once she did, she ended up in Forks, met my grandfather and never left. I never got to spend much time with either of them as my mother didn't want me anywhere near Forks, but that one time my grandmother brought me here I never wanted to leave either. I didn't like the lack of sun, never was a fan of cold. However, that forest in her backyard, the ocean on the reservation were drawing me to them. It was an undeniable pull. Grandmother would often tell me I can do anything I want if I concentrate hard enough, trusted myself, anchored my heart, soul and mind in nature.

„Nature will always answer your call for help“, she'd say. With tears still streaming down my face, I could do nothing but sit cross-legged on the stone ledge of the cliff and stare at the horizon in front of me.

Waves were crashing below me on the hard rocks, as my mind fills with many memories now tarnished with untold tragedies. I could feel my brain was getting foggy with all the thoughts of past, present and future swirling around me, making me unsteady with all the unanswered questions. My mind fought hard to drum up a thousand different descriptions of Paul, to remember every line, jaw clench, smile, nose twitch, eyebrow raise, eye squint, everything. Fog that had started clearing from my mind as his image became clearer seemed to surround me now. Each thought I had seemed loud and exposed, just like every movement I made in the silence trying to shake the fog that wrapped around me almost as the same as that faithful morning I met Paul. Maybe the fog was somehow in me, just as I was in it. The mist swallowed the base of the cliff, it smothered the greens of the leaves, the grass and the underbrush of the forest behind me. It leached out their color, turning everything the same stony grey as the rock. I wasn't scared, I hoped that this mist was turning into a dense fog on the battlefield as well as it would help disguise the pack and the coven from the newborn army of the undead. Maybe it could help them make it back home. Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Jacob, Leah, Seth...just come home.

Paul's POV

We were preparing for the battle, going over some last minute details when I felt immense anger, fear and sadness in my heart. I knew Ria finally woke up and found out we were gone. I knew I should have told her, given her a chance to say goodbye, I was going to do it, I was. Initially I was going to tell her three days ago, when we knew as well, but she wasn't sleeping and was already worried all the time, I just didn't want to add on to it by putting an official date to our possible departure. I held off until yesterday, I wanted to tell her, but then things went in a different direction. Just as my mind started to wander to last night Sam and Embry both warned me of the mind link and yelled at me to keep daydreaming for my human form.

'You know, if the vamps don't kill you, she will', Embry thought.

'I know, but I couldn't tell her. She was finally sleeping, at peace, completely safe and happy. If I said something...I just didn't want her to worry. I hoped we'd be done by now', I said through the mind link.

'Focus on finding a spot to hide, they'll be here soon', Sam barked out an order.

'There's nowhere to hide but the tree line. We'll be easily spotted since we ARE giant furballs' Embry continued using Ria's nickname for the pack causing my heart to beat faster. I hope she can forgive me.

Out of nowhere, a bone-chilling mist clung to every surface around us as it quickly thickened into a dense fog. I blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden onset of the grey surrounding us. It reminded me of the freaky fog that morning I met my butterfly.

'This fog covers us better then any tree. Thank you Mother Nature' Jared pipped in clearly happy with the way things were going.

I looked to the clearing, Cullens were taking their places which meant we were about to have company. Time to rip off some heads.

I see the whole newborn army blitz out of the woods and into the field with frenzy in their red eyes, running as their rabid thirst takes over following the scent of Bella's blood. But the scent trail ends here which confused them and as they looked around suddenly something bolts from the trees with lightning speed and tackles a newborn as the other newborns spin to find a lethal-looking Jasper in a crouch beside his victim's body. Gotta admit, that was pretty good..for a vampire.

They rush Jasper but he doesn't hesitate – Bam! Bam! Bam! Three of them go down, tackled by Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett and Alice. Sam orders us to go in. Jared and I follow Sam as we lung out of our foggy cover tearing a newborn to pieces. Just as we jumped in, the fog is completely lifted. What the hell?! I see others diving into the fray, now all of us smashing them one by one brutally. The big muscled idiot sprints full-bore into the fight, relishing the battle. We work as a pack, coordinated, deadly as Jasper controls the field – strategy and speed vs strength. The blonde one, Rosalie fights with icy calm. Alice with her ability. Esme and Carlisle fight side by side. The newborns are brutal and strong as hell. I found out the hard way when one kicked me into my ribs causing me to fly back hitting a tree. It only angered me more. I have to return to Arya, I can't leave her alone. I shake my head and run back into the battle grabbing a newborn by it's shoulder ripping it off with one clean bite. Turning I see Jacob charging into the clearing, tackling a newborn, going for it's neck. Sam and Jacob charge a newborn – each wolf grabs an arm in the mouth and rips him apart. I turn and find myself surrounded by three newborns, ahh GREAT! Suddenly the big muscled idiot...No..Emmett comes to my aid. I sent him a look, sort of a battlefield rapprochement.

From Seth's thoughts I could hear Victoria was with them, and she wasn't alone. Damn it! We shouldn't have sent him alone! But I can't think about that as another newborn launches itself on me trying to wrap it's arms around me. I manage to shake him off, while Jared finishes him off for me. Embry was finishing off the one on my left with Leah so I was in the clear for now. I concentrated to see how Seth was doing, just in case if the pup needed help but thankfully he was already finishing the leech off all by himself. It gave me a sense of pride, our puppy was finally killing his first vamp.

As I look around I see the battle was over. All over the field there were scattered body parts, Cullens were already pilling them up and setting a fire to make sure everyone was truly dead. Edward, Bella and Seth soon join us on the clearing. I see that the Cullens also took a young vampire with them making me snarl but Sam stops me. Jacob comes into the clearing after chasing a vamp in the woods and starts walking toward Bella, images of her kissing him before the battle start popping in...disgusting. He kissed a leech lover, ugh. But suddenly we hear a vicious snarl coming from behind him in the woods, and he spins to see Leah cornering one last male newborn who was hiding. Leah charges as Edward yells

„Leah, don't!“

The male newborn maneuvers out of her way, spins and grabs her ruff, fiercely yanking her off her paws but Jacob leaps on the vamp tackling him, they roll into the clearing where Jacob bites a piece of his face off. But the leech gets his arms around Jacob and crushes him, hurting not only Jacob, but in a way all of us as we could sense his pain. He howls in agony as Bella runs to him. We jump at the bloodsucker, detach it from Jake and finish him off. Jacob unwillingly shifts into his human form and we soon follow not wanting to feel his agony and pain any longer. He's naked, grotesquely twisted and broken, barely able to breathe. Carlisle quickly examines him as he writhes in pain; Edward steadies him, gripping his hand.

Getting dressed as fast as we could, we race back to our brother.

Leah yells, worry and pride laced in her voice:“Jacob, you idiot. I had it.“

If you had it why didn't you handle it right away....I kept my mouth shut even tho' i was seconds away from shifting again. Think of Ria, her chubby cheeks, her warm eyes, the way her gentle hands runs circles on my back to soothe me.

Sam steps in and warns her:“Leah!“

Carlisle continues his examination:“I need to set the bones before his accelerated healing kicks in. It's already starting.“

Oh, this is going to be bad. If Jacob heals, they'll have to break his bones again.

„We need to get him out of here. We're not gonna win a fight with the Volturi.“ Edward exclaims as Sam states: „We'll take him back to Billy's.“

„I'll be there as soon as I can.“ Carlisle assures us as Bella mumbles something to Jacob.

Each of us stand around Jacob, slowly lifting him as he cries out in pain. We move fast trying to keep him as steady as possible to minimize the pain he must be feeling. Finally coming to his house, leaving the woods I see Billy on the porch waiting for his son to return. Rachel wasn't there, she probably went back to Seattle like she always planned. I never asked Jacob, it didn't occur to me at all. I felt guilty because I knew she really liked me, I mean I liked her too, but I was never serious about us. I made that clear to her from the beginning.

Setting Jacob on his bed I walked outside, giving a curt nod to Billy and leaned back on the side of the house. I wanted to go to Arya, more then anything, but I had to be here. If Sam and Jared weren't leaving, I couldn't either. We were all outside listening to Jacob's painful cries and grunts, Embry and Quil were with him trying to keep him calm. Soon Carlisle arrived and as we all feared he had to break all the bones AGAIN as they were healing in the wrong way. Screams of agony came from the house making me flinch with each one. If only she was here it might make all of this a little more bearable. Out of the corner of my eye I see Emily and Kim arrive..wait..where is Arya?! They were reuniting with Sam and Jared but I was losing it.

I jumped up and ran to them:“Emily, where is Arya?!“

She looked at me, her lip quivering. Why was she holding back tears?

„Emily, where is SHE? Is she okay?“ I repeat.

Emily looks at Sam, then me and finally speaks up:“When she found out you all left for the battle, she left. Just walked outside and ran into the woods. She didn't return.“

I felt a sinking feeling of despair settle in my heart. The voices around me were muffled, it almost felt like the world was spinning, and I just wanted to sit down. My words and my actions divergent, they pull in opposite directions as if my brain's the narrator and body a navigator and they have entirely different ideas about the world. I talk the talk of the valiant protector, yet when push comes to shove I'm useless.

„She ran into the woods and didn't return“, I repeat with my body shaking. „IT'S ALMOST NIGHT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DIDN'T RETURN?“ I was losing control and fast, but I had to keep it together long enough to find out where she is. What direction did she run in? Something, anything.

„That's enough Paul“, Sam cuts me off. „If she was hurt you'd know. If she's not back in an hour, we'll all go look for her“, he finishes, but I could hear the underlining alpha voice he used on me. My whole being was screaming to go and find her but I couldn't move. He definitely used his alpha voice.

The fear caused my thoughts to loop around in my mind until there was no room for anything else. Dread owns me, pushing against me like an invisible gale. Dread has my stomach locked up tight, nothing getting in or out, my jaw clenched, teeth locked tight together. The wall clock ticks like the timer on a bomb. I can't stop it, reverse it or slow it down. Each tick drags me forward, helpless and nervous to the allotted time. I can no more avoid it than the beating of my own heart as it pounds with futility against it's cage of bone and cartilage. The dread is an invisible demon sitting heavy on my shoulders and only I can hear the sharpening of it's knives. I sweat and the tremor in my hands begins. My brain is numb and my stomach nauseous. All I can do is wait. My train of thought is broken by the sound of Bella's old truck.

She hurriedly climbs out and as she reaches the porch a loud yell of excruciating pain emanates from inside the house; Jacob. Bella flinches, almost like she's feeling the pain herself like we all do. I see Billy is trying to keep it together. Emily, next to him, puts an arm around his shoulders.

Quil is the first one to speak up:“It's been going on for a while.“

Embry continues:“Doc's re-breaking his bones.“

Leah paces in front of the house, visibly upset, but too proud to admit she would have been in the same situation, if not dead if Jake didn't step in.

Leah starts rambling:“Why'd he have to butt in? I could've taken that tick...“ Which caused me to speak for the first time since my conversation with Sam:“Oh, give it a rest, Leah.“ I say, my voice weak and cracking as my worry and anxiety levels are at an all time high. As the door opens, Sam and Carlisle exit, we all spin toward the front doors waiting to hear the news. Carlisle let us know that the worst is over and that he'll be alright. Billy exhales heavily, tears threatening to spill as Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. Emily wraps an arm around Sam's waist to comfort him, Jared wraps his arms around Kim...Where are you Ria?

I release a shaky breath. Carlisle lets us know he gave Jake some morphine but with our temperature he will definitely need a bigger dose so he promises to return soon with a drip. Carlisle turns to Bella:“He's asking for you.“ We all look at her. A combination of pleading – “don't hurt him” – and threatening – “if you hurt him” – as she walks inside, probably to break his heart for the hundredth time. I turn to Sam:„Now can we please go find her.“ He nods and I run to the trees almost immediately the pack following close behind.

„Find who, what's going on?“ I hear Embry ask.

„Ria ran out this morning straight to the woods and never came back.“ Sam replies moments before he shifts. The rest doing the same.

'Why would she do that?' Jared questions through the mind link.

'Because Paul was an ass and didn't tell her about the battle. Didn't even say goodbye.' Embry fills him in making me snap in his direction.

'I'll start at the house and follow her scent from there' I say already running in that direction.

Sam sighs and starts barking out orders. He sent Leah and Seth west to the border, but I doubt she'd go that far...at least not by choice. Embry and Quil went north and Sam took Jared east. I didn't get any specific orders, I just followed her scent which really did lead south, the only direction no one was sent in. I ran as fast as my paws would allow me. The scary fact is I didn't feel anything on her side, no emotion, nothing. I knew she was alive, because if she wasn't I'd be in agony as well. Well, more then I am right now. But why couldn't I sense her emotions right now?

The thought prompted me to run faster, the voices coming from the mind link were quiet and jumbled, I didn't pay attention. I ran till I got to the cliffs. Just as I was about to question my sense of smell I realized my nose wasn't wrong. She was there, lying on the ground. She wore a green sweater and black jeans with her combat boots. Her eyes were open, watching the sky above, stars already out shinning bright. I felt she was cold, really cold...how long did she lay there? She's freezing! I shifted quickly grabbing the denim shorts hidden beneath a rock just a few feet away and hurried back.

„Ria?“ I called. She didn't respond. „Ria“, I repeat a little louder, reaching for her, worried if she was okay. Her eyes shifted from the sky and focused on me for the first time.

„Paul?“ She asked her voice cracking.

I nod and sit beside her slowly wrapping my arms around her trying to warm her up.

She didn't say anything, just hugged me back, resting her head on my chest, warm tears running down her face.

She backs up to properly look at me, putting her hands on my face turning it slightly right, then left, trying to see if I was hurt in any way.

„I'm okay, we all are. Jake got hurt saving Leah, but he'll be fine.“ I say before she even asks. Pulling her closer I nuzzle my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply just to feel her beautiful scent again. But her usual smell was mixed with something else beside the rocks and trees and the ocean that surrounded us. It was blood.

„Ria, I smell blood. Are you okay? Where are you hurt?! I ask, slightly panicking, giving her a once over.

„I'm fine you silly wolf, it was just a nose bleed.“ She replies giving me a beautiful smile that lit up my whole world.

„You're not angry anymore? I thought you'd kill me when I came back.“ I ask.

„Oh, thanks for reminding me. I'm angry all right!“ She said getting up pointing her finger at me.

„Why the hell would you do that to me? I deserved better than to wake up alone after our first night together! I deserved to say goodbye to you, to wish you good luck, to kiss you once more! But you robbed me of that! What if you didn't come back? Do you have any idea how I'd feel?! I'd choose death over that faith! No doubt in my mind! You made me a promise Paul Lahote and you broke it. And if you ever do that again I won't be so forgiving next time. Do we have an understanding?!“

She finishes, her face slightly red from all the yelling, eyes narrowed slightly, her finger still pointing at me. I grab her finger softly and pull her closer kissing it lightly before I got up as well.

„I'm sorry I broke my promise. I just didn't want to worry you more then you already were. You were soundly asleep for the first time in weeks and I didn't want to be selfish and wake you up only to give you bad news. It won't happen again. Now please let me carry you back, you're freezing.“

I took her in my arms bridal style, and walked back to the house. On the walk back she fell asleep almost instantly as she warmed up. I walked inside, the boys were already there. They must have known I found her through the link. As they saw us, the room went quiet.

„She's fine, just sleeping. I'll take her upstairs to bed.“ I whisper and see them all relax.

Setting her on the bed I pull off her boots knowing she hates to sleep in her shoes. Putting a blanket over her body I kiss her softly on the forehead.

„Goodnight my beautiful butterfly. I'll come back later if Sam lets me. I love you“ I whisper and go downstairs slowly to eat something and exchange our stories of today's events.

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laresearchette · 3 years ago

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Sunday, January 23, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: BILLIONS (Crave) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT EARNIN' IT: THE NFL'S FORWARD PROGRESS (Premiering on January 30 on NBC Feed) DEADLY HOUSE CALL (TBD - Lifetime Canada) LOVE ON THE ROAD (TBD)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CRAVE TV BILLIONS (Season 1, Episode 1)

MADAGASCAR: A LITTLE WILD (Family Jr.) 9:00am (SEASON PREMIERE): Marty finds a puppy and deems it a lost-and-found item, resolving to locate its owner; the pup turns out to be a wild Arctic wolf pup and a bigger handful than Marty anticipated.

NBA BASKETBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Clippers vs. Knicks (TSN2) 3:30pm: Celtics vs. Wizards (SN/SN1) 6:00pm: Trailblazers vs. Raptors (TSN2) 6:00pm: Lakers vs. Heat (SN Nows) 8:00pm: Nets vs. Timberwolves (SN1) 8:30pm: Jazz vs. Warriors

NHL HOCKEY (TSN3) 1:00pm: Jets vs. Penguins (TSN5) 6:00pm: Sens vs. Blue Jackets (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Blues vs. Canucks

AUSTRALIAN OPEN (TSN) 7:00pm: Round of 16 (TSN) 3:00am (Mon.): Round of 16

ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL (CBC) 7:00pm: Tristan gives Tricki-Woo the spa treatment while James deals with Helen's champion bull; Siegfried comes to a decision about Tristan.

ONE OF OURS (CBC) 8:00pm: Josiah Wilson is a Haitian, Heiltsuk French Canadian who just wants to play basketball but ends up at a human rights tribunal instead.

DRAWERS OFF (Makeful) 8:00pm/8:00pm: Glyn is attempting to tone down the more Gothic elements of his style. In Episode Two, Sarah from Edinburgh takes her turn to model for the group today.

VANISHED: SEARCHING FOR MY SISTER (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: Jada gets pulled into a world of drugs and deceit in order to learn the shocking truth about what really happened to her missing sister, Kayla.

THE WALKING DEAD: ORIGINS (AMC Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The epic story of Daryl Dixon, as told by Norman Reedus, the actor who plays him, with a look back at key moments from "The Walking Dead," plus an exclusive look ahead at Season 11.

EUROPE FROM ABOVE (Nat Geo Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): An aerial journey across Europe revealing things not so easily seen from the ground.

OUTBACK OPAL HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm/10:00pm: Rookie Justin tackles a deal that could make or break him; the Boulder Boys race to save their claim from a monsoon flood; on their last dig of the season, the Cooke Brothers finally hit pay dirt. In Episode Two, it's the end of the mining season and the last chance for all the opal hunting teams to make enough cash to survive; the Rookies gamble their hopes on one last haul of opal; the Opal Queen makes a final desperate dig.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm: As Rick, Marty and the team uncover astonishing revelations in the Oak Island Swamp, they also make a discovery in the Money Pit.

HOME INSPECTOR JOE (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: A family thought they found the perfect home until an inspection issue put them over budget; wanting to avoid another mistake, they seek Joe and Noel's help to find a house with no surprises and to take their dream space from hazardous to fabulous.

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beckytailweaver · 7 years ago

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Werewolf and Xolo puppy...part 1..?

It is a huge plot bunny. And I apologize for this.

Due to WerewolfAU Miguel & Héctor. I really couldn't help it. I hope no one minds! It’s not even really fic...

So, were-xolo Miguel and werewolf Héctor. Héctor could be awesome as a trickster were-coyote indeed, but there is an excellent subspecies if he is to remain in Canis lupus with the Xolo: a Mexican wolf. (Mexican Wolf and Coyote: Know the Difference!) Thoughts?

Starting at the beginning, let's take it up to eleven: Some urban fantasy, some magical realism, and a little buffet of all kinds of different legends and canons. The Rivera family were shoemakers. With a musician or two thrown in for charm. These days, though, they're werewolf hunters.

A long time ago, Mamá Imelda made shoes while her husband played music and her daughter danced. They were comfortable and happy. But one night, during the full moon, her husband was killed by a werewolf while coming home from a short musical tour with his friend Ernesto de la Cruz.

Ernesto barely escaped with his life, to bring Imelda the news. When she heard, Imelda set aside her shoes to learn how to kill werewolves, to avenge her husband and to eliminate any monsters who might be a threat to her daughter and her village. She taught this knowledge to all in her family after her, and while Riveras still make excellent shoes as their day job, by night they hunt their sworn enemy. (Cue origin story dramatic soundtrack crescendo.)

Music isn't as explicitly banned as it is in canon, but it's still actively discouraged. Riveras don't have time for this frivolous noise that’ll just attract monsters, and wandering around for music is what got Imelda's husband killed! None of her children will be lost to something so stupid.

(The irony here is that this time, Héctor is on the ofrenda, even if it’s grudgingly. But it would be much easier for him to come home if he was dead.)

Tio Ernesto is known and respected as a friend of the family, but he’s a famous musician and he doesn't visit very often at all (once a decade or so, very perfunctory). He was too busy traveling all over Mexico playing songs (in his best friend's memory, he claimed, but somehow that never came up in albums or interviews), and Riveras don't do music. He's retired now but, privately afraid of being forgotten by the younger generations of music fans, he never misses a chance to promote his old albums or do an interview for a big show. He's in remarkably good shape for an octogenarian.

Basics. In this universe, monsters aren't complete fantasy, but by the time the modern era rolls around they've been controlled enough by military, police, and hunters that few civilians see them. Most people see them kind of like human criminals, or nuisance animals. They're "out there," and if you wander around dark alleys and forests at night you might disappear, but it's not a zombie apocalypse of constant horror. Once in a while there's a news story, or a species of monster is on display at a zoo briefly, or you hear of a friend's wife's cousin who got eaten one night.

(Many monsters are actually just people minding their own business who happen to look a little different or have specific dietary requirements, but they keep to themselves so all most people ever hear is the bad tales and the news reports of another death.)

This Rivera family tree is arranged a little differently and the ages might be a little more compressed. Coco and Elena are Imelda's daughters; Elena was born after Imelda's husband was killed so she never met him. She is the fiercest in her dislike for werewolves (and lazy, careless musicians).

Coco and Julio are parents to Victoria and Enrique (I don't know how they got all the tall kids okay); Elena and Franco are parents to Berto and Gloria. Enrique and Berto have all their kids as in canon.

Oscar and Felipe are still Imelda's younger twin brothers, and though they're slowing down in their old age they're generally in charge of inventing and improving nifty new gadgets like repeater crossbows and silver grenades; they are teaching this craft to Abel.

Victoria and Gloria are both the single aunts, best friends growing up, and really like to collaborate on ammo projects that make monsters go boom; Rosa is learning from them.

Tia Rosita, Julio's sister, is very good at crafting light armor; Julio is best with heavy. Berto works with specialty shotguns and Enrique is an expert rifle marksman. (Or, you know, skills can vary as needs might. Suggestions?)

Mamá Imelda has been sidelined by old age so she can no longer participate in active hunts, but nothing stops her from picking up a weapon if she feels her home is threatened. She is still the head of the family when it comes to command decisions.

Benny and Manny are just plain too little for hunting, and are kept safely under close watch in the Rivera family home. The grandmothers who don't hunt are usually caring for them, which often means it's Imelda. (She cannot be fooled by twin shenanigans; she had to look after her brothers once too.)

Elena is leading the charge any chance she gets, despite her age, which worries her husband and family (but she loves her family as fiercely as she fights, which is why she refuses to fail). Coco is more than happy to step down once she's "retired," and spends a lot of time making shoes rather than weapons, and looking after the little ones. She remembers her Papá fondly.

Miguel...precious little musical dreamer Miguel...he spends a lot of time with his Abuelita Coco, and she adores him. With his sweet grin and heart for music, it's almost like her Papá has come back to her. She hums to him in secret, and encourages him to explore interests other than shoes and werewolf hunting. Miguel loves music even if it's their little secret, and there's something in his eyes just like she remembers, something that wants to chase the wind and sing out to the world, and Coco knows Miguel is special. Just like Papá.

Werewolves. This variety is a little more magical than is found in a lot of modern fiction. They're not gigantic and terrifying; the body doesn't actually change size that much, just some shape and locomotion. They age much more slowly than humans and are pretty much immortal, barring silver weapons, decapitation, or rather thorough dismemberment. They can still get sick or injured, but are very unlikely to die from average things (injuries and discomforts still hurt though; they feel cold, they get bruises, they bleed, they can have allergies or need glasses). It might take one of them a long time to die of old age, but that's the only other thing that can kill them. (It's like the curse was made to turn humans into something almost fey but not quite, but no one knows for sure how it originated.)

And they're not all wolves. It's more the were than the wolf! And not everyone gets turned by a bite. Some of the weres are "venomous" and can pass on the "disease/curse," most of these are ones that were turned by a bite themselves and so the "curse” is thicker in them. Many of these are pretty insane or can't remember what they do during the full moon; they're the ones who attack indiscriminately and give the rest a bad name. The human mind breaks because of the fear and stress and venom, and aggressive self-defense instinct takes over; these are the easiest to find and hunt because they just rampage against any "threat" that moves, like a rabid animal.

There are others, sometimes known as latent werewolves (again, not all are wolves). If a bitten were manages to keep it together long enough to bear or sire a child, that offspring has a strong chance of being a werewolf themselves. But because they're born to it, they don't go insane (or not as insane, especially if they have a supportive family or other experienced weres to learn from). Some of these will turn out okay, and can go on to have children of their own; further generations have much less chance of turning out actual werewolves, which is where the latent part comes in.

Enough generations down, and the were-genes aren't activated. They're just kind of sitting there, disconnected, with no inputs. Some people may never even realize they have these genes, and dormant vs latent will also skip some generations, to the point where some family members are "susceptible" and others aren't.

"Susceptible" means they have to be exposed to a compatible animal in a few certain ways during a full moon, which means it doesn't happen terribly often but still does now and then. At this point the latent disconnected were genes go aha! a template! and boom, brand new werewolf. (Or whatever it is. Most are canines and felines, going by likelihood of exposure. Almost all are mammals, because blending with non-mammals can be...troublesome, and may not work at all.) On the upside, most latents (especially those whose ancestry is distant) tend not to be able to pass on the "curse" through bites, so they're not contagious.

Full moons. While an actual, really true full moon lasts only a moment or two, the moon is round enough to be perceived as full for more than just one night! It may also be in the sky during the day. So the classic old "sun goes down, moon comes up, werewolf howls!" trope isn't...actually all that accurate. A fully round moon can actually last around four days.

That's right. Day and night, light and dark. Four days of running around with claws, teeth, and fur, during which a werewolf might be causing havoc, chased by hunters, or killed. Four days of carnage if they're insane and running on terror and adrenaline. Four days to hide, shivering and hungry, if they're sane and unprepared just trying to stay out of trouble. Four days to huddle in a basement with bottled water and cans of Spam if they've been doing this alone a long time. Four days to run in the wilderness with pack and family and have a fun camp out, if they're the luckiest of all.

Neither Miguel nor his family know that he's carrying latent were genes. Not a clue. He's just an ordinary little boy who fidgets through shoemaking lessons and looks squeamish when being taught about monster hunting, who runs off to go hang out with Abuelita Coco whenever he can, who sneaks into the attic to play his guitar and watch old De la Cruz videos, who skips and sings his way around their quiet little hometown playing with Dante the stray Xolo—as long as he's always back before dark.

(Miguel adores Tio Ernesto and asks his family every Christmas if there's a card, even if he's only met him in person once when he was so small he almost doesn't remember it.)

Then came a day when Miguel discovered that Mamá Imelda's portrait with Abuelita Coco contained a man with a white guitar—Tio Ernesto's guitar—and he wanted to know if Tio Ernesto was actually his great-grandfather because then he has a real legacy of music that could actually lead to success and not death. Mamá Imelda squashed that dream; no matter who his great-grandpa is, Riveras have a higher calling, and she will never allow one of her children to be led away from home and into distractions and disaster by music.

Miguel runs. Dante follows. It's still daylight, but there's a full moon just chilling, lazy and faded, in the blue sky above. Somewhere near the cemetery, Miguel's tears make him stumble. He bruises his knees and scrapes his hands, and ever faithful Dante tries to lick the wounds clean.

A few feverishly dizzy minutes later, Miguel is an oddly-shaped, oversized Xolo puppy wearing a red hoodie.

tbc...?

Hopefully this is interesting? Thoughts and suggestions welcome! Miguel’s journey in the wilderness is still taking shape...

Opinions on the wolf/coyote thing?

#were-xolo AU #werewolf or were-coyote #Miguel & Héctor #worldbuilding again #there will be angst #and fluff #fluffy angst #sometimes I really can't help this stuff #hopefully I didn't twist things around too far!#coco AU #coco spoilers #beware of long posts from me #apparently it's a thing I do -_-

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mechagalaxy · 4 years ago

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Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184: Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat #1347

(By Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184) Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat #1347 Brought to you by ANN Highlighting the April 3364 Reverse Ratman This time the Gaming Authorities decided to let the 60 ton Namtar have the limelight. On the eight highest tops, contestants could field Namtars almost excusevly, but were allowed to bring one non-Namtar as well (provided it massed 60 tons or less) On the three lowest tops they had a plain oldfashioned 60 ton max event. Understandably, most Commanders want to keep the Namtars far away from their hangars, -and especially from their formations. It, -and the 15 ton Anzu, are the two only models that have inbuilt Kickback. (Odds of getting internal damage when you hit an opponent) I can not say I am a great fan of either model, but as we from time to time get an event where those models are to be the stars, I have enough for a full formation of both models in the hangar. Perhaps a waste of space and resorces? Could be, but compared to the BFMs they cost little to purchase and upgrade, so for now they are on my rooster. But this time the odds were perhaps not in my favor. We had been invited to compete on K2 where the regulars would have licences 117-221 higher than mine. That ment they had bigger formations, and any Namtars they fielded would have half again to more than twice the number of weapon mounts mine had. In addition, other tasks would keep me away from the scramble, so going there were an absolute no. But when I ran back to the compound for a quick change of uniform, I was confronted by my Namtar pilots. They had been watching the action on K2, and none of the contestants there had a lot of Namtars. So would I Pleeeaase lead them to the mountains now? I really wanted to tell them no, but when more than three dozen greybeards that havent been allowed to use their rides for years look at you with big puppy eyes it is hard to do so. So we rushed over to the mountain. We arrived about a half-hour before the scramble were to start, and like they had reported there were almost no Namtars in sight. Two quick strikes saw us on the top, and my veterans fell over themselves to deploy the recording equipment. I was tempted to tell them not to do so. After all, such equipment are expensive, and while none of the opponents had any serious Namtar presense for the moment, they could be busy doing other things for the moment but come back in force later. Or other latecomers could arrive with overwhelming force. But I had to run, so I just wished them good luck. When I finally returned they wore big smiles, and pointed proudly at my newest Nephilax. They also gave me an updated licence, the win had sent me two spots up the ladder. According to the footage, the full list of winners were: Div 1 412+ (23 Commanders): Sherriff Leary Wretham, Warlocks HQ (1h,13m) 2: Shawn Wretham 3: Fabio Favaro 4: Bernard Johnson 5: Sal Vezzosi Jr 6: Jeff Haas 7: Were Wolf 8: Gary Muenzel 9: Robert C Goetz Sr 10: Paul Knight Div 2 -411 (10 Commanders): Sten Hugo Hiller, Star League (58m,16s) Div 3 -307 (13 Commanders): roward, Northwind Dragons (1h,8m) Div 4 -220 (11 Commanders): Carlos Chin, Heroes (7h,4m) Div 5 -170 (22 Commanders): Luc Lachance, Ronins (19h,58m) Div 6 -119 (15 Commanders): Eman Eliforp, today and tomorrow (17h,18m) Div 7 -89 (20 Commanders): Spartia Mechapoulos, T.I.o.M.T. (1h,52m) Div 8 -59 (13 Commanders): swa977, Ronins 2 (11h,58m) Div 9 -39 (23 Commanders): RobertGoetz, I.N.A. (10h,29m) Div 10 -23 (12 Commanders): Chris Mari Macbudbud, Ronins 2 (10h,9m) Div 11 -15 (14 Commanders): LexxLuther, Borg Collective (1d,2h) On the eight tops where mostly Namtars were to fight, a total of 9(G,4S)+1(G)+3S+3(G,2S)+6(G,3S)+5(G,3S)+3(G,2S)+8(G,4S)= Seven Golds, twenty-one Silvers and ten Bronzes were awarded to Commanders who might have had purely legal formations. Total Contestants: 176 Total medals claimed: 148 (of 165 possible) Compared to the previous (Chrono) event, the participation dropped by seventeen Commanders. Add in a hefty dose of imbalance between the tops, and none should be surprised when lots of prizes went unclaimed. In the end a total of seventeen Bronzes from six tops were returned for resmelting. For the second time in the last twelve months none of the Gold medals changed hands during the last half-hour. Seven Golds were held for more than two hours, one of them for more than a day. Was this a serious case of haves vs have-nots, or was the contestants worn out after the long Chrono we had previously and fell asleep over the sights? No way to tell for sure, but we can make a more informed guestimate after looking at the number of medals held for more than 30 minutes in this event: .............Silvers......Bronzes Div 1 ....2 of 4.........3 of 10 Div 2 ....4 of 4.........5 of 5 Div 3 ....2 of 4.........7 of 8 Div 4 ....4 of 4.........6 of 6 Div 5 ....4 of 4.........6 of 10 Div 6 ....3 of 4.........7 of 10 Div 7 ....1 of 4.........3 of 10 Div 8 ....3 of 4.........7 of 8 Div 9 ....4 of 4.......10 of 10 Div 10 ..4 of 4.........7 of 7 Div 11 ..4 of 4.........9 of 9 On five of the tops (K2, K4, K9, K10 and K11) no succesfull medal attacks were launched. At the other end of the scale was mount Olympus and K7 where the great majority of the medals ended with fresh holders after hard fighting. Just like in the previous event the sole multi-Gold winning clan was Ronins 2. This time they claimed K8 and K10. There were no unaligned winners this time, but we had a trio of repeat winners: Sherriff Leary Wretham from Warlocks Headquarters on Mount Olympus and swa977 of Ronins 2 on K8 got their second Gold in a row, while Star Leagues Sten Hugo Hiller claimed his third Gold in a row on K2. Upcoming event: Krampus Here we have yet another tonnage restricted event. This time the upper limit on what Mechs we can use have been increased to 70 tons. And like in the last event there is a model that is suppesed to shine; This time it is the Krampus` turn. Well, not everywhere. On the three lowest tops it is a standard 70 ton max event, but on the eight highest tops contestants are only allowed to use one non-Krampus Event ends October 16 between 2200 and 2230 New York Time

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haruheartshallyu · 7 years ago

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TOP5 Sexiest PRODUCE101 Trainees – #3

Produce 101 Season 2 provided us with more than just a handful of hot boys in uniforms. Hell, yes... we are so lucky that several of them are victims of intense sex appeal.

After already mentioning two extremely sexy participants of Produce 101 Season 2, it is finally time to reveal the – of course in my opinion – third sexiest trainee of the show.

Prepare some tissues, girls. Then this guy might be able to make you drool rivers.

#3 – KANG DONG HO // 강동호

No one has suffered more from Mnet’s typical evil editing than Pledis’ Kang Dongho – also known as NU��EST’s Baekho. Even during his very first screen time, Mnet tried to make him look like the scariest fucker ever. And guess what – it worked.

Dongho turned into Produce 101′s number one bad boy. Not only Mnet’s script, also his fierce and manly appearance made sure that this trainee gained a lot of mostly negative attention by other contestants and the audience. But you know – such a scary bad boy image made him actually hot as freaking hell.

However, it wasn’t only his image that gave him the nickname Sexy Bandit. It was his sensual look during Team 2′s Boy in Luv performance that caused multiple heart attacks among countless girls.

Come on, I can’t even look at this gif without moaning. Seriously, no one fitted Boy in Luv’s concept better than Dongho. His stage presence was way too intense to be true. Oh boy, you well ensured to make a lasting impression!

Besides being Produce 101′s Daddy Sexy or Real Namja, Dongho proofed through the arm wrestling and punching competition that he is also the strongest of all trainees. If a zombie apocalypse starts tomorrow, I would love to have Dongho by my side. Actually, I would love to have Dongho by my side 24/7, since he is – despite the mean image Mnet gave him – a wonderful, sweet and lovable person.

Yes, Dongho is known for being super charming and caring. Everyone who is at least a little bit familiar with NU’EST and the rest of the Pledis family should know that he is just a puppy in a wolf’s body. And a guy that appears manly and super sexy with a fantastic personality is actually what I would call perfect boyfriend-material.

Another feature that enforces his sex appeal is definitely his beautiful cotton candy voice. His appearance might give the impression of him being NU’EST’s rapper, but hell no – there are already two rappers in NU’EST. Dongho is the group’s main vocalist.

Oh yes, ladies! Kang Dongho is that kind of guy that stares at you in the most sexual way while singing a love song with his sweete angel voice.

And BOOM... I’m sorry to say this, but your ovaries just exploded.

WHAT A MAN, GIRLS! WHAT A MAN!

PRODUCE101 – BURN IT UP VS ENERGETIC

PRODUCE101 – 10 MOMENTS THAT MADE ME COMPLETELY LOSE MY SHIT

PRODUCE101 FINAL – THOUGHTS AND OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS

PRODUCE101 – HOW THE PERFECT BOY GROUP WOULD LOOK LIKE

TOP5 SEXIEST PRODUCE101 TRAINEES: #5 – #4 – #3 – #2 – #1

PRODUCE101 EPISODE 10 – FEELINGS, FRUSTRATION AND FEAR

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darlingpetao3 · 8 years ago

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An Accidental Seduction (H.R. Wells x Reader, Part 1/2)

Rating: T

Summary: While attending bestselling author H.R. Wells' reading of his book, a misunderstanding hurtles you, the Reader, to some one-on-one time with your favourite writer.

Cancel this.

Reschedule that.

Rain check them.

That was never going to happen, anyway.

Your entire schedule was renovated upon learning that Central City's own claim to fame (in almost a decade), H.R. Wells, bestselling author, was giving a special and surprise reading of his latest steamy novel at Jitters tonight. Naturally, everything would take a backseat to this event, because not only were you a massive fan of his writing (you own his entire works, but his Romance series being your unabashed favourite ever), you were pretty sure you were in love with him. You've seen H.R. in interviews and at other book readings, and boy is he a charmer. So full of energy, a bright puppy dog smile, and God-perfected blue eyes that pierce your very soul. Word on the street has been that he's extremely “friendly” with the ladies. And the ladies are always more than “friendly” back. To say that H.R. Wells had fangirls was an understatement. More like he had fanwomen. He had them, alright. Had them begging.

What you wouldn't give to have his attention for only a minute...

You dismiss the thought because, as if. If only you were that lucky.

You make sure to bring your hardcover copy of the novel he'll be reading from, The Streak vs. Mr. Reflecto. Though H.R. has never outright mentioned it, you are convinced he uses moments from real life experiences from his past from working with The Flash eight years ago. The Flash used to be called The Streak when he first started saving Central City citizens. In the series, each book features The Streak battling a foe, always with a name similar to one belonging to a real life villain that once terrorized your city. Mr. Reflecto in the latest book has basically the same powers as Mirror Master, a horrible man who still runs around town tricking innocent people with his reflective powers and his vertigo-inducing lady friend in tow. You almost feel like a detective when putting these pieces together (rather than the journalist you really were), and you're sure none of his groupies are even paying attention to that kind of information he incorporates into his work. They just want to get in his pants.

Not that you could blame them.

Jitters was, well, jittering with anticipation and overpowering hormones. The entire crowd was women (plus a perfectly groomed man) in low cut, short skirts and dresses to accentuate everything they have and wish to offer. You seem to have missed the memo, what with your skin being covered and blouse actually buttoned up.

Oh look, a spot in the second row is still open!

You shuffle your way past all the bare legs and manage to snag the last seat in the second row, behind a woman in a ruffly green dress. She's rather tall, and as you try to see past her fresh blowout, she turns around in her seat. She eyes you up and down, with your copy of H.R.'s book clutched at your chest.

“Can you see, sweetie?” she asks.

“Well, not-”

“Aw, too bad. Should've gotten here earlier, I guess.” The woman smiles an evil smirk and faces the front again. You couldn't help your jaw drop, but really lady? Where's karma when you need it? The lights dim and the room fills with gasps and squeaks. A voice from the speaker system comes alive.

“Ladies! You-”

A male cough interrupts.

“Ladies and gentleman! You know him from his runaway hit The Future Ain't What It Used To Be and, of course, his bestselling children's books McSnurtle the Turtle and ABC Labs. Tonight he's here to read from his latest installment of the popular H.R. Romance Series, The Streak vs. Mr. Reflecto. Let's give it up for Mr. H.R. Wells!”

The room erupts with applause and wolf whistles as the man of the hour walks out on the little stage. He's wearing a gorgeous maroon blazer, his hair is swooped to perfection, and his grin? Heart stopping.

“Good evening, you lovely, lovely people. I'm glad you could make it out tonight for little ol' me.”

“I love you!” a female voice shouts from the back of the room.

“And I love you, random woman!” he shouts back. “I love you all. For without you,” H.R. scans the room, giving everyone attention it seems, but you. “I would be no one.”

Cue the sighs and twirling of hair.

“Let us begin! Which scene do you propose I read first?”

“The one where Florence first bumps into Terry Fallon,” someone suggests.

“Where Florence kisses The Streak in the rain!” yells another.

“When The Streak and Mr. Reflecto have that sexually charged moment!” calls out the only male fan.

“I don't remember writing it that way...” second-guesses H.R. Then Green Dress in front of you chimes in.

“I think we would all enjoy the scene where The Streak saves Florence for the first time.”

“Excellent choice,” he praises her. Ugh. It's a good thing you like that scene, too.

“Just as the villain was about to go in for the fatal blow,” H.R. reads. The room is captivated like never before. “Florence felt strong hands around her waist, lifting her like she was a feather. She was whisked away, the wind blowing through her hair, as her mystery hero finally set Florence down on a mountain top. I love that part. I was in the zone...” H.R. chuckles at his own writing, which is beyond adorable. If it was literally anyone else, you would think this behaviour pretty lame. Green Dress clicks away on her phone in front of you. How rude! You feel like confronting her, but then you hear a buzz come from the table beside H.R. He becomes distracted and fiddles with his phone. Absent-mindedly, he continues reading with a coy smile.

“Uh huh, hmm... She uh, Florence, was um, at the mountain top. Back to the mountain top.”

Green Dress's fingers begin typing again down by her side. H.R.'s phone vibrates again. Wait. No! You peek around her and see she's been texting him!

I want you, she had texted.

I know, he replied!

I have to have you *now*

“O...kay,” H.R. says closing his book. “We should do something else. Quick coffee break?”

A text shows up on GD's phone: How did you get this number? Not that I'm complaining...

Oh God. What is going on? While the ladies and man disperse to mingle, H.R. leaves to get himself a drink from the back (an espresso probably, it's his favourite). A burly man opens the entrance door and shouts, “Hey, anyone own a red Prius? It's being towed right now.”

A cry of anguish followed by a “you gotta be shitting me!”

Green Dress immediately makes a break for it out the door, and now you're mentally cackling like how you imagine Mr. Reflecto does in the book because that karma is a bitch. And right now, a blessing. Something buzzes on the floor near the stage.

No way.

This is too good.

Apparently, GD didn't realize her phone dropped out of her bag. You make a quick grab for it before anyone sees. Another reply shines brightly on her abandoned phone: Are you here tonight, stranger?

You notice that it's possible to reply without even unlocking the phone. Feeling brave, you type: Maybe.

Another reply: Oh, now you're playing hard to get. I like that.

You should probably put the phone down now. You don't want to be caught holding that chick's phone when she comes back. Before you can do anything though, you feel a presence behind you.

“It was you.”

Spinning to face the voice you know all too well, your heart practically stops. H.R. looks down at you with curiosity.

“I would never have guessed,” he says. You stare back in a stunned silence for a moment. Quick, say something back!

“I... suppose I couldn't help myself.”

“Understandable. My work has that effect on most,” he says with a wink that might as well have been a love arrow to your chest. You give an awkward little giggle.

“What say you to getting together after this?” His eyes are seriously hypnotic, pouring into you. Like you ever stood a chance against that question-and-eyes combo.

“I'd love to.”

The rest of the book reading made you feel like you were on fire. Since H.R. had believed it was you who sent those first texts, he couldn't take his eyes off you while he was trying to read. Sometimes he'd stumble over his words, look at you, and everyone's eyes turned to you and shot daggers. What a rush.

After the event, he snuck you out the Jitters' side exit and proceeded to, wait for it... his place. His midtown apartment is furnished elegantly, a major ladies magnet. Instantly your attention is captured by a bookshelf near the fireplace. Here lies each of his famous books and various plaques and awards for his writing.

“Wow. Very impressive,” you say almost in a hushed tone. “I hope to be as successful as you one day.”

“Ahh, you share the gift of the written word?”

“I'm a journalist at CCPN, but on the side, I'm trying to write my own novel.”

“Get out of town!” His face is so animated it's like he should have his own Saturday morning cartoon. He pats the cushion of his sofa. “Tell me all about it.”

The two of you end up spending hours talking about writing, each other's pasts (of which he is vague for most of it), and Big Belly Burger secret menu food items.

“You know, it's funny,” he says. “I've met a lot of women being an author, okay no, not a lot a lot, several maybe? Some?”

“H.R.” you bring him back to Earth.

“Right, anyway. None of them have intrigued me like you do.”

“I bet you've said that to all of these 'several' women.”

“I haven't.” His stare is fixed on you. Serious, which is very unlike him. It has you frozen in place. “No other woman has sat with me for hours to talk about writing, not to mention fast food!” H.R. scoots a little closer to you and drapes an arm across the back of the couch. “There's usually never much talking. Not much substance.”

He searches your face for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. His lips meet yours, soft and slow.

What. Is. Life?

For some reason your brain cannot comprehend, you break the kiss. You're a little flustered.

“I, um, it's really late. I have work in the morning. I should go.” And then it hits you. You need to leave because you don't want to be like those other women. One night with H.R. only to leave you the next day for someone new and interesting and better looking? That's something you could never bear. Not with the way you feel about him. It's better to break it off now than to have your heart broken later.

“Really? So soon?”

“It's 1 a.m.” You grab your jacket hastily.

“Can I call you sometime?”

In all your haste to save your heart from breaking, it would appear that H.R.'s is the one in danger of breakage. His normally bright face has fallen. You might as well have kicked a puppy. Maybe he's serious about getting to know you and only you. Could he leave his life of groupies to explore something with you? To quote a line from the second novel in his series, "The power of love, in all its mystery, is life changing."

“Sure. Give me your phone.” His eyes light up again at the hope your words brought.

“I believe I already have your number.”

Shit. No, he doesn't.

“Oh no, that was a friend's phone I was using. Mine's in the shop getting fixed. Here, this is the new number.” Saved it! H.R. pulls you in close to him and gives you a more than pleasant goodbye-for-now kiss. You could get so used to this kind of thing.

“You never told me how you got my number in the first place.”

“Let's call it fate and leave it at that.”

Part 2

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #earth-19 harrison wells x reader #hr wells x reader #hr wells imagine #harrison wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

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smutmylifeup · 8 years ago

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Puppy VS Wolf. (Mature)

Mario Kart held a special memory of her only childhood friend. And brought the memories of when she first met him.

She was always a lonely only child. Her parents were out more often than not trying to sustain themselves as well as their child all while trying to chase their own dreams. Rose went to school and went straight to her room in their run down, broken house in an area where people without stable income reside. Rose didn’t have friends, she was the weird kid that could draw but had the personality of a rock.

That didn’t bother her though. Being alone was easier, lonely sure but easier.

Her parents weren’t especially close with any of the neighbours but from when celebrations occurred, like birthdays and holidays and there was extra food – they exchanged food with their neighbours as a sense of good will.

One particular holiday, Rose can’t recall which exactly but one of her neighbours to their left showed up at their door with several different dishes.

Rose’s parents weren’t home, so she was alone. And she was always told never to answer the door but she could smell the food from her bedroom window. It had been a particularly bad time with money and her parents were struggling, so meals other than small, cheap and simple dishes were sparse.

Hunger and perhaps some childlike curiosity and loneliness had her opening the door without a fear.

Her neighbour was sweet, immediately wishing her the most gracious of greetings and handing her the food which made Rose’s eyes practically bulge out of her head.

She remembered the way the woman looked at her when neither her Mother nor Father came to the door to greet them.

“Would you like to come to ours? It’s our son’s birthday and he got a new game and no one to play with.”

Oh that was right, it was his birthday. She met him on his birthday.

Rose remembers not even knowing that they had a child despite living beside them for a couple of years now. She thought maybe it was just a baby. Although, with how thin the walls were, she didn’t recall any crying.

Maybe he was a quiet baby.

She didn’t mind babies, they didn’t judge, they didn’t bully and they didn’t talk. They just, smelt, cried and spit up on people. But Rose wasn’t too phased by that.

Part of her secretly hoped her parents would have another child, so maybe she wouldn’t be lonely anymore.

If there was more of the wonderful smelling food involved Rose was happy to say yes.

Quickly writing her parents a note and grabbing the keys, she went over to her neighbours. Their house looked exactly the same as it did in her own. Unsurprising since all the houses were built at the same time.

“Pup-pup, there is someone here to meet you!” The mother called affectionately.

‘Pup-pup’? Was that his name, Rose thought it was ridiculous if it was. Sounded like something you’d call a young dog.

Loud footsteps sounded and a small boy came hurtling through the doorway – like an excitable puppy coming to greet its master.

Now the name made sense.

“Careful. Don’t frighten the poor girl,” the dad chided

He shortly followed in behind his child.

The parents, happy to let the two unacquainted children sort out a greeting of their own in the hallway, left to the kitchen.

“Hi!” The little boy said.

Rose didn’t say anything, but looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. Particularly on the smudge of icing on the corner of his lip.

Icing? Was there cake?

“Do you not speak?” the boy asked when Rose didn’t respond.

“I can, I just don’t like to.” Rose replied.

“Why? Are you shy?” he asked.

He asked too many questions and Rose was disappointed that he was old enough to talk. Rose shrugged, she didn’t have an answer to either of those questions. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t like to talk and she didn’t know if that made her shy.

She was only seven after all.

“You’re tall, how old are you?”

Another question.

“Seven.” Rose said.

“That’s cool, it’s my sixth birthday today!” he exclaimed and pointed at the badge on his t-shirt.

“Happy birthday.” Rose replied

Hardly trying, but still trying to sound as if she actually cared.

“Thanks. Oh! I don’t know your name, what’s your name?”

Seriously all these damn questions. Maybe a younger brother or sister would be annoying.

“My name is Akane, yours?”

“Nice to meet you Akane, I’m-“

Rose’s fond memory was broken when a man dressed in a suit, spun her around to face him after she just entered the MJS building.

“Sheesh, did you not hear me shouting to hold the door, idiot?”

He groaned panting like he’d just run a marathon to catch up with Rose.

“Idiot?” Rose questioned

Her gaze travelling up to the tall strangers face.

The stranger looked her up and down with a gaze that could only be described as ‘alpha male’. It might have been intimidating to most women but Rose brushed it off.

“Yeah, idiot.” He repeated

After composing himself he stood a little straighter.

They stared at each other for a brief moment, their eyes appreciating the view of each other while their brains said ‘wow, you’re pretty damn hot’. Not that either of them would probably admit it.

“Well, that’s pretty a rude thing to say to someone you just met.” Rose said

She turned back around and continued walking, theoretically blocking out the handsome asshole stranger who’d insulted her in the first five seconds of meeting her.

Beauty on the outside was something Rose spent close attention to but sometimes the owners of that beauty weren’t so easy to get along with. And this guy was most liking going to be one of them, for at least however long he planned to follow her.

So better to ignore both his beauty and his not so beautiful personality.

“It’s not my fault you have the brain of a Pomeranian,” he huffed.

Rose turned slightly, watching him over her shoulder while he still stood in the same spot. He had a slight smirk gracing his lips and his eyes sparkled as if he wanted her to react. To kick off and fight him but Rose wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Why follow the grain?

“Want to put a collar on me and for me to call you ‘Master’?” Rose teased

Although her face showed no emotion.

She didn’t wait around to see if what she said had any affect, while seeing the arrogance on his face shift to something close to bewilderment of seeing a woman be so open a blunt would be fun. Rose had work to do, both for MJS and her project.

So she continued her path straight to Miho’s office without looking back.

After a quick hello to Selina, Jazz and H, Rose was knocking and entering Miho’s office.

“Hey, I know I was meant to come by later but I thought I’d get these to you ASAP.”

Rose said as she walked to the desk and took the seat opposite Miho.

“The sooner the better. How was your first client?”

Miho asked taking the papers from Rose’s hands.

“Beautiful, he had a million dollar smile and an adorable side to the boyish charm. I know you put your full efforts into finding a match for all your clients but this guy really deserves the best.”

The ‘work mode’ face Miho had on as she read over Rose’s profile was very stern with concentration. Until she got to the second page, where she smirked.

Wait did Rose even write a second page?

“Well this is a nice little addition to a client’s profile.”

Miho grinned and turned the page sideways to look at the page in a new angle.

Wait.

“That’s my drawing of Mr Hayakawa isn’t it?” Rose asked

She already knew the answer from the look on Miho’s face.

“So you really do draw people like one of your French girls?” Miho joked.

While Rose wasn’t embarrassed, she just wasn’t sure if Miho would be okay with her drawing her clients in such a light. There was no policy on it, but that doesn’t mean it was alright to do.

A knock at the door prevented her from asking her.

Miho smoothly put down the drawing and covered it with several other papers as she told whoever was beyond the door to enter. Something about that action told Rose that she was expecting someone who didn’t work at MJS to be arriving.

“Hello, Miss Fujiwara, I’m Minato Okouchi from Seasonelle.” The man said as he entered.

Rose turned in her seat and wished she had come to the office later in the day.

“Well if it isn’t my master.” Rose said

He stare focused on him.

“You work here?” he said.

His eyes that had been focused on Miho flitted directly to Rose almost like he forgot he was here to see Miho. His posture shifted from confident to slightly uncomfortable, probably realising he insulted an employee of the business he was writing an article on.

“Yes, she works here. This is Rose, she’s my intern.” Miho said.

She didn’t sound particularly pleased with his informal way of speaking and acting. Especially when he was the one that reached out and contacted her and wanted to write a story on MJS matchmaking and wedding planning agency.

“Got me a collar and a leash yet?” Rose said turning back around and facing Miho again.

Miho mused as she looked between the pair but decided not to press when she saw Minato’s jaw clench. Whatever interaction – not a particularly romantic one from the looks of it, Rose and he had, looks like Rose got the better of him.

Miho smirked for a moment, somewhat proud.

“What you do in your free time if entirely up to you, but I’d prefer it to be kept out of my office, thank you. So shall we, Mr Okouchi?” Miho smiled although her tone was like ice.

“Want me to leave? I better finish my project anyway.” Rose asked

She began collecting her things pretty eager to get out of this situation she realised she’d put herself in.

“Okay, swing by tomorrow when you have time.”

Miho watched Rose’s eyes glance at the pile of papers where she’d hidden her drawing.

“Uh-uh. The drawing stays with me.” Miho grinned again.

Rose sighed.

“Fine, but I want it back when he’s happily married.”

Rose stood and said a quick ‘see you tomorrow’ before turning and walking towards the door. Where Mr Asshole was still stood in the doorway.

They locked eyes as he stepped aside to let Rose past.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a tail either.” Rose said as she walked past.

Once again not looking at his reaction but knowing she caused one.

TIME LAPSE.

Rose was sat in Miho’s office adding the final touches to her drawing of Miho’s eyes. She was pretty pleased with how it turned out and she was silently hoping that maybe she’d catch Seiji and get his approval. After all, he knew Miho’s eyes the best.

They’d been sat going through Shusei’s profile and picking out women that would be a good match for him. There were several candidates and Rose was happy that he’d be happy with one of those choices. Him being her first client, she wanted nothing but the best for him.

After that, Rose had been given her next client. But he was apparently pretty busy for the next couple of days, so the date simulation wasn’t as quick to come around as Shusei’s. So she safely tucked it away in her bag and continued to sketch her drawing.

Miho was sorting through the mountain of paperwork on her desk, which looked like it had been accumulating for a while.

“Aha!” she exclaimed.

She pulled a specific sheet from a pile that looked like it was about to topple over.

“Ah shit.” she then said

Looking from the piece of paper, to her watch, to the wall clock.

“Something the matter?” Rose asked

But did not look up from her drawing.

“Roooosssseeeee, can you do me a HUGE favour?” Miho almost sang

Briskly walking around her desk with honing in on Rose like a target.

“That depends.” Rose said

Tucking her pencil behind her ear before looking at Miho.

“Because of the disaster area that is my desk, I couldn’t find these documents to give to Mr Okouchi the other day.”

The mere mention of Mr Asshole’s name had Rose’s brow slightly furrowing.

“Don’t make that face, all you have to do is drop off these documents.” She continued

She shoved the paper into Rose’s hand before she had a chance to respond.

Rose thought about saying no to Miho but she couldn’t think of a good enough reason to say no. She knew how busy Miho always was. Between work and wedding preparations, she had less Miho time or Miho and Seiji time.

“Who knows, maybe you can get him to put a collar on you.”

Miho raised an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t complain, as long as he wears a ballgag so I don’t have to hear him speak.” Rose said.

Already raising from her seat and collecting her things.

“Seasonelle, Shiki building right? What was his name again?”

“Oh come off it, you definitely know his name.”

Rose clicked her tongue, it was a pain how easy Miho could read her, despite her lack of words or facial expressions.

“Thank you, I’ll buy you a drink or a bottle if he’s totally insufferable.”

Miho offered and that made Rose smile as she exited her office.

Rose got a lot of eyes on her as she entered Shiki Publishing – another place her ‘art student’ look didn’t fit.

She was used to eyes being on her for one reason or another. It was quite ironic really, since her current project was on eyes.

After talking with a woman at a desk and getting permission to enter, she managed to navigate her way to the Seasonelle floor.

Upon walking in, she immediately saw the man she was looking for. While she hated to admit it, he stood out among the other people in the room. Even though he was sat down. Perhaps it was part of his presence that made him appear that way.

Or just the fact Rose really fancied him.

But if she admitted that to anyone let alone herself, she’d never live it down.

Sighing, Rose collected herself and walked over to him, as usual her face deadpan but her movements speedy, and desperate to get this over with.

“Mr Okouchi?” she said.

Thankfully her voice didn’t give away her lack of desire to have to converse with him again. He turned almost pissed for the interruption of the staring contest he was having with his screen. Until his eyes met Rose’s. And his expression softened maybe just a little as he stood up.

“What are you doing here? Still after a master, huh?” he said.

A small smirk on his face.

“You think I can be tamed?” Rose asked.

Craning her neck to be able to make eye contact.

“I’m sure it’d be fun to find out.” He replied.

“Miho wanted me to give you these documents.”

Rose pushed the hand holding the paper into his own, ignoring his comment.

His arrogance was mildly irritating but Rose was sure it was part of his charm. Although, she didn’t want to be one of those women even remotely swayed by his charm.

“Thanks,” He nodded and put it on his desk and turned back to her. “so you came all the way here to give me one document that could have been sent over e-mail?”

Rose almost cursed Miho under her breath. She knew her Boss was mischievous but she was sure Miho would have nothing to gain by making her come here. Unless it was for Rose to get the sexual tension between her and Minato out of the way.

“Just doing what my Boss tells me.”

Rose shrugged. Already thinking of ways to get Miho back as well as getting that bottle of whiskey she’d offered.

“So you can be submissive?” Minato grinned.

Ugh, unlike Shusei’s smile, Minato’s was more wolfish. His teeth bearing like fangs ready to rip into flesh. But it was in no way any less beautiful. If it was, perhaps Rose wouldn’t have paid any attention to an arrogant ass like him.

“Hey, Minato. Do you have that interview with the, Rose?” A familiar voice came from behind her.

She turned and saw that boyish smile she was just comparing to Minato’s.

“Shusei?” Rose greeted.

Her tone filled with surprise but pleasantly surprised.

Rose thought back to when she was reading Shusei’s profile. She knew he was a journalist, but not for Shiki publishing and not on the same damn magazine as Minato. Maybe this is why Miho made her come here.

No, that can’t be right. Miho was a stickler for the rules and wouldn’t put Rose or Shusei in a position where it could make things difficult for them or the process of finding him a wife. There must be some other reason.

“How do you two know each other?”

Minato interrupted the happy reunion. His tone almost ‘pissed’ but controlled by the clench of his jaw.

“You know that portrait I had done, well Rose was the artist that did it.” Shusei beamed.

Obviously remembering the rules and regulations Miho laid down and he signed his agreement too and managing to come up with a lie that wasn’t really a lie.

More like avoiding the parts that lead to Rose drawing him.

Rose nodded as Minato eyed them both, clearly not completely buying the story they were telling him. Although, even if she wanted say ‘yeah I slept with him’ to piss him off even more, breach of protocol was not something she wanted to be fired for.

“It’s great to see you Rose, ignore Mr Grumpy here. He doesn’t like it when he’s not centre of a woman’s attention.”

Rose saw Minato internally growl at Shusei and decided to take the bait Shusei laid to tease Minato.

“Well I bet it’s hard for him to be centre of attention when you’re stood next to him. That’s why I drew you after all, you definitely caught my attention.” Rose flirted

Adopting a slightly wolfish grin of her own.

“That’s only because you hadn’t met me yet.” Minato growled.

Trying and partially succeeding to defend himself and his pride. Rose didn’t respond, a little ding coming from her phone reminding her that she had to get to an art gallery on the other side of Tokyo for an exhibit that finished today.

“Ah, I better be off.” Rose said

Before turning to Shusei rather than the man she came to see.

“It was great to see you again,” Shusei pulled her into a friendly hug and whispered into her ear so only she could hear. “thank you for the other night, I had a lot of fun.”

When Rose pulled away, she smiled so genuinely she actually couldn’t wait to see him with a woman that deserved to hear those words whispered to her after every date.

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.” Rose said before turning back to Minato.

“If you have any other questions, you’ll have to direct them to Miho. After all, I have the brain of a Pomeranian.”

And then she started to walk away and she got to the elevator pressing the button and waiting for it to arrive.

She was proud of how she handled that. Especially with her first client arriving. Rose wasn’t one to kiss and tell, so it wasn’t hard to keep their encounter confidential. Shusei’s appearance was however a reprieve from the thoughts of Minato taking off Rose’s clothes that had started to warp her mind.

“Hey!” A voice called from behind.

Rose rolled her eyes, just when she thought she was going to get away. What does he want now?

“Yes, Mr Okouchi?”

He caught up to her and waited for her to turn to him before he continued.

“Okay, maybe I was a little rude before.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and seemed to be having a war with himself with what he was about to ask or say next.

Rose smiled, so he was capable of realising and apologising (though he was yet to actually put that part into words) when he was a complete asshole. His pride wasn’t as arrogant and un-budging as she thought.

“Can I draw you too?” Rose asked.

Beating Minato to whatever it was he was going to say. Rose wasn’t one to apologise either, not unless she felt it was her fault. And he was the one at fault by insulting her in the first five seconds of meeting her. But this was like a mutual ‘we’ll start again’.

Minato seemed to relax once Rose’s cold demeanour changed but he still couldn’t help being an arrogant ass.

“So I caught your attention as much as Shusei?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

The elevator signalled its arrival and Rose quickly fished into her bag and pulled out a card with the address of her studio on.

“Here, my number is on there. Give me a call when you want to swing by.”

Rose turned back to the elevator as the door opened.

She was met with a Blonde male exiting as she was about to enter. He paused to observe her, his eyes looking her up and down and clearly picturing her in a state of undress. His smile however was sickly sweet as he chirped an ‘excuse me’ as he walked past.

“Thanks, I’ll try to keep out of my article that MJS has a sassy pommy intern. No promises though.” Minato sassed as Rose pressed the button of the ground floor.

She watched the blonde male react when Minato said ‘MJS’. His face somewhat shocked and a little flustered. He stared at her for a moment before he moved on and into the Seasonelle office and Rose was left to ponder in the back of her mind why he had such a reaction.

An old client? Perhaps that is why Miho didn’t want to come herself. Again, Rose wouldn’t ask but with the look on the Blonde male’s face, maybe she would at least need to mention it to her.

“If you ruin the article for MJS, you will have to deal with Miho and I can promise you, you’ll look like a Ken doll.”

Rose smiled sinisterly as the doors closed.

TIME LAPSE.

Rose slung her bag across the room after she got out her sketchbook. Her studio was already a state, from huge too small canvases scattered around the room in a state of creativity – finished and unfinished. Paintbrushes, pots of paint – from acrylic to water colour, chalk, pastel and pretty much every other medium affordable to a university student also dotted around the room. So her bag slung like a ragdoll against the futon wasn’t exactly out of place.

She managed to get to the art exhibit before it closed, albeit a short visit and lacked the substance to make her creativity flourish out of her. Not that was the artists fault. More Rose’s, since she couldn’t get a certain Asshole out of her head.

Since meeting him, she’d draw a few versions of his smile that somehow managed to sink its teeth into her brain. Although, she couldn’t help but think there was more to that ‘wolfish smile’ than meets the eye. For example a dog will bare its teeth as a threat, display of aggression, of leadership. Yet, a dog will also bare its teeth out of fear. And Rose had to wonder which way his ‘wolf smile’ leaned towards.

Fear or Leadership? Perhaps even both?

Rose flung the canvas on the easel somewhere around the room.

She needed to get her act together, her project was due in a few weeks and she’d only managed to get Miho’s eyes done – and even then she still needed Seiji’s approval to make sure they were up to standard.

She’d also drawn her own eyes from a photograph when she was a kid, when she was sat on a bench in the park by where she used to live. Her childhood friend was sat next to her, beaming that always happy and innocent smile, that’s one thing she missed most about him. His eyes and his smile both shone when he was happy. And he was always happy.

Rose’s eyes were somehow shy yet still happy. Despite her face being a little pouty at having to have her picture taken. She chuckled when she found it, she wished she could find him rather than a photograph though.

A buzz on the intercom snapped Rose out her daydreams again. She’d been thinking about her childhood friend a lot recently.

Running a hand through her hair, she plodded over to the intercom.

“Yeah?” she answered.

Hopeful that it was just someone buzzing the wrong number.

“Rose?”

“Um, yeah?” she responded.

Not entirely sure who the gravelly staticy voice belonged to.

“Jeez, It’s Minato, are you gonna buzz me up or am I gonna keep looking like an idiot being stood up down here?”

Despite him creeping into her daydreams, she had forgotten that she had invited him over to be a model for her. Not that she was opposing, it’d be a good distraction from the heartache of the memories of her only friend and help her procrastinate her project like most students.

Without saying a word she buzzed him up.

Thirty seconds later she heard her door go and watched him look around the studio until he caught sight of her.

“You sure are hard to get a hold of, do you not answer your phone?”

Rose looked him up and down. His work clothes gone and he was just in a plain blue t-shirt and jeans.

Fucking hell, he was hot in a suit. How is it fair he’s hot in casual clothes too?

“Sorry, I went to an art exhibit and turned it on silent and forgot to turn it off silent.” Rose shrugged.

Still a little bemused that he’d actually come all this way despite her not answering her phone.

“You’re kind of messy.” he said.

His steps tentative as he walked further into Rose’s territory.

Huh. Maybe there were two sides to his smile. Leadership at work, fear around a woman. Rose was right, his smile portrayed both.

“Did you expect an art studio to be tidy?” Rose countered.

Walking over to her easel to get out a new canvas going into full artist mode.

“You have a point.”

Rose motioned him towards the futon, which was surprisingly rather tidy despite her bag slung against it.

Once he’d taken a seat, Rose stared at him waiting for him to strip down but when he moved to do nothing Rose realised maybe Shusei hadn’t divulged exactly what kind of portrait she had drawn.

“Undress please.” Rose asked

Collecting the array of pencils on the floor by the easel.

“Excuse me?” Minato said.

“Undress. Please.” Rose repeated each word, leaving a lengthy gap between each to make sure he heard the enunciation.

“I heard you, smart ass. Why do I need to undress?” he growled.

“I’m guessing Shusei didn’t tell you that it was a nude portrait I did?”

Rose looked round the canvas at her model and arched an eyebrow.

“All that bravado covering up for some smaller attributes?”

While Rose’s face didn’t hold any form of smirk or grin, her tone was teasing.

“Fine, don’t blame me if you fall in love though.”

He took Rose’s challenge, much like Shusei and played the good sport, moving to take his t-shirt off. In her success, Rose grabbed a small table and dragged it over to where her easel was and laid her pencils out in order of grade for outlining and shading.

“Don’t worry, I think I.” Rose started.

But was interrupted when she saw him stand to remove his jeans.

His body was in its own right was a piece of art. He was fairly muscular, clearly hit the gym a couple of times a week. Although, he was careful not to bulk up too much, just add definition to the muscles he already owned.

Sometimes Rose thought that the creating of art was sometimes the art itself and she definitely thought that in this moment when she watched the bulge in Minato’s boxers reveal itself in the descent of his trousers.

“Master got your tongue?”

Rose hadn’t realised she’d gone silent nor finished shrugging off his confidence like it was nothing. And that now gave him the upper hand when her eyes finally travelled back to his own and they mocked her.

“You love the sound of your own voice too much.” Rose sighed.

Her subtle attempts to shrug off the heat starting to litter her skin in the form of Goosebumps making it even more apparent that his physical prowess had an effect on her.

She briefly wondered if she actually had a ball gag lying around her studio somewhere to use on Minato. Kyobashi had been here a few times, so there probably is knowing his vivacious appetite. But under the mess, she wouldn’t know where to look first.

And maybe deep inside her, hidden under a mess of organs and stubbornness she quite enjoyed his arrogant charm.

“Going to remove those or do I have to do that for you?”

Rose pointed towards his boxers.

And she immediately regretted saying that when his already smug grin got wider. Although, he made no remark and began to push them down.

It was like a strip tease. He eased them down from where they rested on his hips ridiculously slow and revealed the extension of his happy trail and the thickness of the hair that began to pool below his abdominal belt.

Then he stopped.

Yep, tease.

“You know, it kind of feels unfair if I’m the only one naked.” he said.

His eyebrow arched and he rested his hands against his hips under the waistband.

“You’re not naked.” Rose rebuked.

But started to undo her jeans and quickly removed them. And then she undid her shirt, completely un-phased by his attempt to phase her. While she wasn’t naked, she was still in her underwear and her shirt was hung open over her torso, there was something intimate about the way she looked.

And Minato was now the one lost for words.

“Pommy got your tongue?”

In that moment, somehow they both knew that neither particularly wanted to draw or be drawn. And somehow they both realised, though the sexual tension was there and they were both very aware of it, that when Rose offered to draw Minato that there was an underlying message in that.

Before either of their rational minds or stubborn personalities could stop them. They had gravitated towards each other like magnets.

Rose was rough as she pushed him back onto the futon, straddling him and loosely wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Did Shusei get to enjoy this part of your work?” Minato said.

His hands taking hold of the curve of her ass and dragging it across his lap and pulling her naked torso closer to his own.

“Would your ego be able to handle the answer to that?”

While that statement was almost like an answer in itself, it was meant to awaken the wolf inside Minato.

And it did.

He picked Rose up with minimal effort. His fingers digging into the plump flesh of her ass for all of a brief moment.

Before she was tossed onto her back. Thankfully onto the futon.

“Do you enjoy winding me up?”

He growled into her neck as his hands immediately cupped her breast and gripped hard. Rose would have retorted but her lips were claimed by his. Minato obviously anticipating her witty response before she’d even had time to think of it.

Her breathing was already heavy, the lead up to this moment a tortuous prelude to foreplay. Minato seemed to be quite as frenzied in his need to remove what little clothing Rose still had on. Her shirt was flung over a lamp by the futon and her bra hung off the easel. Not that either of them actually cared about where the clothing ended up.

And Rose enjoyed that her little fantasies were now reality. Although, it was hard for her to vocally convey that. His mouth was latched onto hers, very aggressively. Breathing was a struggle and her lungs were burnt in their endeavour for air.

In a good way.

She matched his wild enthusiasm by using one hand to grip onto his tense biceps and the other to tug at his hair. It was like a battle of dominance but Rose wasn’t looking to win, she was looking to bring out Minato’s A game.

And when he pressed his knee, against her still panty covered heat, the battle ended.

Desperate for some sort of friction, Rose rutted her hips up from his knee and up his thigh. Glad when her clit rolled against the fabric of her underwear and his bare skin.

Minato broke the kiss and looked down, his grin even more wolf like. His pearly whites caught the light and sinisterly shone in the dimly lit room like a predator ready to consume her tastiest parts.

His thigh was strong and didn’t budge as she continued to grind against him. Her movements unashamed in their desire to continue creating the delicious friction that was taking place between their bodies.

Minato too watched unashamed. Obviously revelling somewhere in his arrogance just how much Rose was literally getting off on him.

Or he did until he too was panting in sync with Rose’s cries that shot up in octave as the speed of her hips increased. He busied himself with marking her - biting her neck, shoulders, her chest, her breasts. Anywhere he could without having to change position and stop the pleasure he was causing on her.

Each bite was hard and she could immediately feel her blood rush to each spot and the sting to itch her fingertips. There were sure to be bruises but Rose loved bruises. They were like flowers, which bloom after the first bite and change colour with the seasons until they disappear.

The pleasurable pain was a factor too. But that was harder to describe.

Plus she was due for some new ones since the ones Kyobashi had caused on her from their last encounter had faded into nonexistence.

Minato took one of Rose’s nipples into his mouth and bit down – hard. At the same time as Rose humped her way up his thigh. And the eruption inside her felt like it might come out of her ears in the form of steam.

Rose’s thighs trapped Minato’s between hers. Holding him in place as she rode out her orgasm. But he was unrelenting with the teasing he was causing on her nipples, switching breast and making sure they both got the same amount of attention.

He knew exactly what he was doing. His well-practiced movements continually working her up. Making sure her appetite was as thirsty as his.

And she was.

“Your mouth is, good hnng, for something.” Rose panted.

Her back arched off the futon when he pulled a nipple away from her body. The pain caused her to moan and grip onto him tighter.

Minato released it with a pop and soothed it with one final lick before he returned so his face was hovering over hers.

“It’s good for many other things, want to find out?” he said.

His voice five times gruffer from his arousal and even more wolf like, when it came from between those deadly fangs.

Though her body was still a little tired from her orgasm, she used all her body weight to shove Minato onto his back. It was awkward and unsexy but they had passed the point of trying to be sexy in front of each other.

“Later. I want to find out what your hips can do first.”

She whispered against his ear as she reached into her bag that was still slung against the futon to grab a condom.

And Minato wasn’t about to disagree. His cock was pulsing against the cloth of his boxers and needed some attention.

Then they were hung around his ankles as Rose rode him. The delicious sound of skin slapping against skin and moans of both a man and a women echoed around the high ceilinged studio.

When Rose lifted her hips, Minato met them by thrusting upwards. Reaching all sorts of places inside her.

His hips were good too.

And Rose decided his confidence and arrogance was warranted. Even though he was an asshole, he was also incredibly giving. His eyes constantly on Rose, she could feel them on her even if her eyes were closed. He checked when they changed position, that she was comfortable or if she wanted to stop. Or if the friction was too much. And always making her cum before himself.

He was a caring, considerate asshole.

After that, Rose found what his mouth and his fingers could do too. In turn Minato found out what Rose’s could do too. On the futon, against the window, on a canvas and once more on the futon for good measure.

They were at it for hours, exploring each other’s repertoires. And eventually, Minato tired first.

In a mess of limbs, all sore but satisfied - Rose laid wrapped in Minato’s tight embrace. It was kind of odd considering he was still basically a stranger. Well, it was no different to when she laid in Shusei’s embrace after the date simulation. He was a stranger too after all.

Minato dozed peacefully, unaware of the pair of eyes that watched him with unabashed admiration for his looks. His greyish brown her, the point of his nose and those teeth.

He could easily pass as a wolf-boy/man love interest in a Japanese Manga, Otome (wink) or Anime.

She smiled to herself at the thought. Yeah like that would ever happen.

Somehow she managed to free herself from his cuddle hold and went back to her easel and pencils. She brushed her bra that hung off the corner off. Not even bothering to remember how it managed to end up there.

She began sketching, immediately. Following each curve of his muscles, each flick of his hair and even the little dimple in his cheek.

Dimples.

Her childhood friend had dimples when he smiled too. Although his smile, as she remembered it, was just like an excited puppy.

She began to wonder, now he’d have grown up, wherever he was – did he have a wolfish grin too?

“Do you paint all your models in the nude?”

The voice made Rose jump, she’d lost herself in the shading of her memories once again. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, she often got so immersed she’d lose hours and hours of the day/night.

“Mm, I’ll leave that up to your imagination.”

She brushed it off, focusing on the crinkle in his eyes when he smiled. Not the wolf-grin though. He was smiling softly, contently.

“That’s probably not a good idea, I may end up dragging you back over here.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed but his tone light.

“That was the plan, Master.” Rose said.

Her pencil was placed back onto the table, her sketch complete. Her sole focus on returning to physical Minato.

“You do have a collar now.”

Rose cocked her head and her hand immediately touched her neck, the soft burn around her throat stung even with how delicate her touch was.

Minato had bitten a make-shift collar of hickeys around her neck. Rose was impressed. That was some pretty creative improvisation.

“And when it fades, I’ll just have to make another one for you.”

Now straddled in his lap, a little less ferociously done. Rose kissed him before she whispered against the nape of his neck.

“Deal.”

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Unicorns, Mistresses, and Old Dogs vs. New Tricks

I found my passion a bit late in life. I know that sounds dramatic, seeing how I’m only 26, but considering how some people knew they wanted to be writers since, like, birth, then I’d say that my statement is startlingly appropriate. Sure, I wrote wild tales at a young age, and even in high-school I thought out a novel or two (good GAWD they were awful), but it never occurred to me that being a writer was a career I could shoot for. Period. I enjoyed telling stories, but not once did I even think that I could make a living off it. It wasn’t a self-esteem issue. It was the belief that writers were another breed of human entirely. In my head, they were mystical, enchanting beings tucked away in little reading nooks. They never saw the light of day, and they most certainly spent every waking moment of their lives spewing magic from their fingertips and vomiting art that we’d all come to treasure on our bookshelves and our nightstands. They were almost mythical to me, like the ever-elusive unicorn.

There wasn’t any way that I could possibly be a writer. As the Mad Hatter would say, they had a “muchness” about them, something I didn’t quite understand.

So, when it came time for my adolescent brain to pick out a career to shoot for (why society makes 17 and 18 year-olds choose life-altering decisions is beyond me), being a writer didn’t even make an appearance in my subconscious. Alas, I chose nursing instead. It was a stable and reliable job, paid well, and the benefits were top notch. Coincidentally, I may or may not have had a health emergency around this time that turned out to be a horrible experience, thus stoking the fire under my heart and the determination to become the BEST NURSE IN THE WORLD.

Note to self, NEVER make a decision when angry.

They are always bad decisions.

Always.

Needless to say, there were some red flags waving around in my head during university. Not at first, mind you, but around second year they began to make an appearance. I knew something wasn’t right, but the fear of being a disappointment to my family kept me in place. The more time that passed, the more I realized that I was hating where my life was going.

I’m not saying I necessarily regret going into nursing. At the time, it seemed like the best option. I’ve been doing it for 4 years now, my student loans are nearly paid off, and every once in a while, I’m able to go traveling and have stellar holidays.

And yes, I still hate it.

I don’t belong in the nursing world. Every day I go to work, I dread it. I walk into the hospital with a smile on my face and a giant ball of fear sloshing in my stomach. Every day I feel like a wolf hidden in sheepskin. An imposter. An outsider.

I don’t belong.

Don’t get me wrong, the people I work with are absolutely amazing. And the support I receive from my family and friends is overwhelming. But they don’t get it. I hate saying, “I’m not meant to be a nurse,” and they immediately rebuke it, as though I swore, or made a great sin. “Of course you’re a great nurse,” they tell me, “don’t think for a second that you aren’t!”

Thanks. I didn’t say I wasn’t a great nurse though. I know I’m a great nurse. I said I wasn’t meant to BE a nurse. Two completely different things. But that’s cool. I’m a great nurse. Doesn’t matter that my heart isn’t there anymore, that I’m just going through the motions. That I’m just a shell of a person, my soul back at home, eagerly waiting for my return like a puppy lost without its master.

And then, a beautiful silver lining.

I re-discovered writing.

Man, did I fall in love with it all over again. And I fell hard. My fingers felt rusty against the keyboard of my old laptop, but they were quick to warm up. And soon, it was like I never left. Slowly I could feel my heart stir to life within me, like it had been stuck in limbo, a deep sleep. Writing was my true love, and if the Sleeping Beauty analogy works here, then good Lord, we made out hard.

I was home.

The idea of creating life from scratch was a bit too daunting for me, so I started out with fanfictions. It was fun working with characters that the world already knew and loved, but manipulating the story to make it my own. It wasn’t until 2014 that I finally felt comfortable branching out and working on my own original pieces. I will not be the first, nor the last, to say that it has not been an easy journey. Finding time to write while also working full-time, as well as attempting to have some semblance of a social life is, well, not IMPOSSIBLE, but damn close to it. Now add networking and marketing to the mix, and needless to say, every day I’m exhausted.

But I’m happy.

No longer am I hating life, dreading it, an empty shell going through the motions.

Every day, when I go to bed, I know that I’m one step closer to my goal. Writing is currently the beautiful mistress on the side while I tend to the abusive haggish wife that basically eats my soul for dinner and my heart for dessert. Every day that I work towards my goal, I know that I’m closer to that near-tangible divorce in which I can make writing my #1 main squeeze and leave that soul-crusher in the dust.

So if you, too, are a wolf tucked away in sheep skin, worried that you found your passion a bit later on in life, don’t fret. You aren’t alone. We can work through it together, one step at a time.

Let’s rip off the sheep skin and be unicorns together, shall we?

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La Times: Indie Focus: Crossing the spectrum with 'John Wick: Chapter 2,' 'A United Kingdom' and 'Fifty Shades Darker'

Hello! I’m Mark Olsen, and welcome to another edition of your regular field guide to a world of Only Good Movies.

It’s a busy time of year, as we shake off Sundance, look ahead to SXSW and Oscar season rolls right along. The Times’ Josh Rottenberg had a great sitdown with three Oscar-nominated directors, behind the films “Moonlight,” “Manchester by the Sea” and “La La Land,” to hear them talk about movies and the season. This talk with Barry Jenkins, Kenneth Lonergan and Damien Chazelle is a great read.

Of his first time in the awards-season spotlight, Jenkins said, “It’s definitely a deer-in-the-headlights feeling, but you kind of get used to it after a while. It’s weird to process. I don’t understand everything that’s going on, and I don’t have control over anything that’s going on.”

We’re excited that our first Indie Focus Screening Series event of the year on Wednesday will feature the 2017 Sundance Film Festival grand jury prize winner, “I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Anymore.” We’re extra excited to have the film’s star, Melanie Lynskey, a longtime favorite around these parts, for a Q&A after the movie. And we’ve got at least one more event in the works for March. Keep an eye out at events.latimes.com if you want to spot what we’re up to.

‘John Wick: Chapter 2’

This time of year can leave you feeling like a strange forager at the movie theater, scrounging around for whatever you can get. This week brings a series of releases that run the gamut from genuinely good to so-bad-it’s-good to actually bad. Which is which is up to you.

Take “John Wick: Chapter 2.” The 2014 Keanu Reeves action film has become a critical favorite for its stripped-down tough-guy action and plot-motivating puppy. The sequel is arriving on a wave of high expectations and enormous goodwill. Audiences are hungry for fun right now, and the movie seems to deliver.

For The Times, Justin Chang wrote that stuntman-turned-filmmaker Chad Stahelski “films action scenes in much the same way Stanley Donen filmed dance sequences: in long, meticulously choreographed shots that allow us to savor the poetry of the human body in motion.”

Justin added, “And Keanu Reeves? He remains a cinematic law unto himself, an avatar of soulful kick-assery who — mockery be damned — might just be the most watchable movie star of his generation. … Reeves is, like the movie around him, a stunning object of contemplation.”

Josh Rottenberg sat down with Reeves and costar Laurence Fishburne. Regarding all that the character goes through in the film, Reeves said, “Chad takes great pleasure in really messing John Wick up: hit him with a car, throw him through windows, have him get shot. But I think that’s one of the reasons you root for the guy. Yeah, he’s got this huge myth and he’s ultra-dangerous, but he’s vulnerable. It’s not quite James Bond.”

For the AP, Lindsey Bahr calls the film “improbably fun” while adding, “Both ‘John Wick’ films are sendups of the tasteless excess of B-action pics and all-out celebrations of their vulgarity. ‘Chapter 2’ is the best one could hope for in an action sequel. … The only real question is when we’ll get the gift of a ‘Chapter 3.’”

At MTV, Amy Nicholson noted, “The fights are fantastic. But what makes ‘John Wick: Chapter 2’ special is those moments of quiet. … Any pulp flick can make a man bleed. Stahelski smartly keeps the focus on this universe’s crazy culture.”

In an ecstatic review for RogerEbert.com, Angelica Jade Bastién asked, “Has a film ever left you so joyful and drunk on adrenaline that it made you more hopeful about the world? Has a lead performance in an action film ever had such balletic grace it made you marvel at the possibilities of the human body itself?”

Bastién also wrote “The Grace of Keanu Reeves,” an insightful overview of Reeves career for Bright Wall/Dark Room.

‘A United Kingdom’

With his charisma and commitment to each role, David Oyelowo has simply become one of the most exciting actors to watch over the last few years. That he seems dedicated to making sure his work also has a social relevance only heightens that sense of energetic ambition. On “A United Kingdom,” he teams with filmmaker Amma Asante (who made the terrific “Belle”) and costar Rosamund Pike, in the fact-based story of an African prince who married a white Englishwoman in the late 1940s.

For The Times, Kenneth Turan calls the film “a romantic drama that grows more remarkable by the minute.”

Oyelowo spoke to The Times’ Tre’vell Anderson about the movie. On what the film might have to say about this country’s current political climate, Oyelowo said it might serve to “be reminded right now that love can overcome so much of the ugliness that is in the world, whether politically or from families that disagree. When you are operating from a place of love, it’s extraordinary what can be overcome.”

At the New York Times, Glenn Kenny declared Oyelowo “the best reason to see ‘A United Kingdom,’” while lauding his performance for “a disarming delicacy and vulnerability that make the strengths he is later forced to show all the more convincing. It is remarkable, genuinely riveting work.”

At LA Weekly, April Wolfe noted, “The story’s a wildly interesting history lesson on African poverty, the rise of apartheid in the late 1940s and Britain’s passive role in separating Botswana’s blacks from whites. But here all that complexity plays more Disney than drama … [turning] love into a montage and politics into a trite cartoon of good vs. evil.”

‘Land of Mine’

An Oscar nominee in the foreign language film category, the film “Land of Mine” tells of a little-known episode from the post-World War II history of Denmark. In the film, written and directed by Martin Zandvliet, young German POWs, some little older than 15, are forced to arduously undertake the dangerous task of removing mines from a beach.

Reviewing the movie for The Times, Kenneth Turan called the film “crisply and efficiently put together” while going on to praise it for its “inherent edge-of-your-seat concern about what kind of damage the bombs will inflict on which of these boys, but it is the psychological qualities of the situation that hold the greatest interest.”

At the New York Times, A.O. Scott noted that the story sets up an ethical tension between justice and vengeance and goes on to say that Zandvliet “tackles these themes in a way that is both effective and conventional. The ever-present danger of an explosion — and the certainty that someone is going to be blown up at some point — creates an undercurrent of dread that the director does not hesitate to manipulate. He takes a messy, murky reality and wraps it up into a compact narrative that is just a little too neat.”

‘Fifty Shades Darker’

Personally, I was interested in seeing the sequel “Fifty Shades Darker” out of curiosity for how director James Foley would handle both the style following up on Sam Taylor-Johnson’s work on the previous film and the storytelling of author E.L. James’ firm ideas of how she wants her books adapted to the screen. Lead actress Dakota Johnson transforms both films by seeming to be both giving an earnest performance and an ironic commentary on her own movie at the same time.

The reviews of the new film have brought out the best from the critical community, who seem to have all enjoyed the film while also acknowledging it is not, by any standard definitions of the concept, a good movie.

Reviewing the film for The Times, Kenneth Turan noted that “the darkest thing about this continuation of the story of domineering billionaire Christian Grey and his spunky romantic sparring partner Anastasia Steele are the black looks of audience members wondering where even the slight charms of the first picture have gone to.”

He added, “Despite its determination to make us gasp, ‘Fifty Shades Darker’ is finally too decorous for its own good. The most shocking information it conveys is the assurance that yet a third film, ‘Fifty Shades Freed,’ is exactly a year away. You have been warned.”

At the New York Times, Manohla Dargis declared the new film “almost bad enough to recommend” while adding “it’s always instructive to watch how many different ways one movie can go wrong and to guess what happened between a first feature and a second.”

At the Guardian, Catherine Shoard said, “The only thing aroused by this headache of a movie is a desire to see Sam Taylor-Johnson back at the reins … Taylor-Johnson’s genius was to handle such batty trash with pace and class. This time round, there’s neither.”

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