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andilovetowrite · 4 years ago

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Really in Love? 🔥

Leo Valdez x Reader (Athena Cabin Reader)

Summary: Leo didn’t know what went wrong. One minute, he had a smashing goddess girlfriend and an equally awesome best friend. And the next? One of them in the Apollo cabin, and the other one in the Apollo cabi- well, infirmary.

Warnings: mentions of dying, cheating and some blood. Also some elusions to smut and making out. A lot of angst. That's all I’m gonna say.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Life for Leo Valdez had been going good. He had just gotten back from helping Apollo, or Lester, and things had been going well. Calypso had just come back from her camping trip, and she and Leo were inseparable.

Which made things a tiny bit hard for you. You were Leo’s best friend, and right now, you and him were tasked with making the new Big House for the camp. Normally, Chiron would call Annabeth, but since she was out of town with Percy for god knows what (you knew what, he was going to propose to her), he had put you in charge of this project. And since you wanted to make the new structure a bit more technologically advanced, you decided to call Leo in.

And the progress had been going well. Until Leo’s entire attention was given to Calypso. Nowadays, you couldn’t even get a minute alone with your best friend without his annoyingly beautiful and mean gf next to you. And off the record, you had been starting to like Leo a bit. When you both were in the quest, and the only two single ones on the ship, you kinda felt like there was something growing between the both of you.

Turns out you were wrong, because in a few months, after your best friend allegedly “died”, he came back on a flying dragon and a goddess in his arms. Too bad you couldn’t find a boyfriend to take your mind off Leo.

So, life was awkward, but fine. Well….until you got shot in the stomach by an arrow. Yeah, it wasn’t your best moment. It was the day after you had had your one-on-one with Calypso, and you had managed to avoid her, but whenever you tried to get Leo on his own, she just happened to be there. So you decided to get him by himself when you both were working on the project. But before that, you had archery. And least to say, you were quite sufficient at it. So were the rest of your classmates, or at least the people at the training room.

So you knew you didn’t get shot by a fluke. The question was that, who would shoot you?

And you knew the answer. Austin Lake. The only guy in the feild who had some sort of resentment towards you. Why? Because he was your ex. Your breakup wasn’t the smoothest one. There was a whole lot of screaming and yelling. Oh, and a couple of threats and slaps. But you would’nt think that he would shoot you. Where you could potentially die.

So for the rest of the day, while you were in the infirmary with Will, you racked your brain thinking of a reason. But it wasn’t until you saw Calypso walk in that you finally understood. She had come in around the time that Leo would be in his Bunker, banging out dents and marks in his newest projects, with everything else out of his mind. It would be the perfect time to sneak away. At least it would be for Calypso.

You had suspected that Calypso had been cheating on Leo for a while. But you had never had a chance to prove it. Until now, where you had a perfect sight of Calypso and Austin holding hands as they made out at the back of one of the beds.

The sight made you sick to the stomach. Surprisingly, it wasn’t because of Calypso kissing your ex. But rather your best friend’s girlfriend kissing Austin Lake. Your mind went to the hurt look on Leo’s face when he would find out, and you could feel the pain radiating off him.

But you couldn’t keep it from him, so you decided to tell him as soon as possible. Gritting your teeth, you tried to stand up for yourself, pushing your hands against the bed. The pain in your stomach intensified by about a 100x, but nevertheless, you tried to ignore it.

Suddenly, you heard a gentle yet cruel laugh. “Oh Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” You whipped around to see Calypso standing above you, with Austin at her side, and with one pointed look, he took out an injection, filled with green liquid.

“I’m going to tell Leo-”

“No you aren’t. Because you will not get up to ever tell him”, she said maliciously, as you watched in horror. Austin grabbed your arm, and even though you were stronger than him, the pain medication didn’t allow you to push him back. He brought the needle to your arm, and growled at you, his face turned up in a deep frown. With a slight pinch, he pushed it in harshly, the needle cutting through your flesh. Instantly, you began feeling drowsy, as your vision started swimming.

“Y-ou wo-won’t ge...t away with thi….sss”, you tried to say, but all that came out was strangled mutters.

Calypso laughed, swiping her hand on your fingers as her nails dug into your arm. “Oh sweetie, you can’t possibly think a child of Athena would beat a goddess that’s been around for millenia, right? Otherwise, you would be even more stupid then I thought you were��”

And that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a inky black darkness.

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Leo’s POV

Leo walked around the Bunker back and forth, confused on where you were. It was almost 6, and you still hadn’t shown up. Worried, he grabbed his tool belt, tying it around his waist as he left his workspace, going over to the Athena cabin.

“Hey guys”, Leo greeted, trying to spot any sight of you. Malcolm came up to him, his face etched with worry.

“If your looking for Y/N, she was in the infirmary. Apparently, some jackass shot her in the stomach with an arrow. We tried to find who did it, but nothing so far, so we are just waiting for her to wake up.”

As he heard that, he practically started running out the door but he stopped when Malcolm called him back.

“Visiting hours are shut right now. But Austin was the last one to see her, maybe check in his cabin?”

Leo nodded, and although he didn’t like the blond, muscular camper, he still wanted to see how you were doing so he made his way there.

And boy, did he wish he would have gone to see you instead. Because when he walked through the Apollo cabin door, he didn’t expect to see his girlfriend half naked with a shirtless Austin.

“Leo!”, she yelled, covering herself up.

“You-”

She tried to come near Leo, hands reaching for him, but he stepped back, as if her touch was burning hot. “Leo, I didn’t mean to…”, she trailed off, as she began to see the little sparks of fire starting to burst out from his fingers.

She stepped back, and for a second, you could see Leo calm down, wondering if he scared her. But when she reached for Austin’s hand, as she enlaced their fingers together, you could see the fire build up in Leo again.

“How could you-”, he shook his head, not believing it, “I-I was the one who got you off the island” He looked furious, but then his face crumpled as he stared at her. “I lied to my friends. Acted like I was dead for weeks. Just so I could save you, so I could get you off that prison!”

She didn’t say anything, as she just kept looking down at the floor. Half of you hoped that it would just swallow her whole.

“I literally gave my life, and you cheated on me?! You-you knew I had an issue with him-” Realization struck his face as he pieced two and two together. “Th-that’s why you didn’t want me coming with you to the infirmary, did you? Because he would be there. That must be your little get-to-know-you times, huh?”

She tried to shake her head, coming closer to Leo, but he ignited his hands again, this time making them burn bright. “You can’t possibly think that’s why-”

“Oh no, don’t try and make me think of something different. I’m a freaking mechanic Calypso! I wake up if I hear the faintest of sounds, and you wouldn’t think that I would find you sneaking out every night?”

Calypso stared at him, vision swimming with tears, but her face hard. Leo tried to find some bit of her left in there, but gave up, turning around to look for you. “How is-”

“Oh Y/N, I wouldn’t go to see her. Unless you wanna see her bod-”

“What the hell?��, Leo asked, his voice firm, as his mind went into overdrive. “What did you do Calypso?”

“Nothing much..”, she said, but he didn’t hear another word as Will Solace burst into his cabin.

Out of breath, and sweaty, he looked at Leo. “Y/N needs you… she is close to dying”

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That was it, the first part! I’m sorry I didn’t get to the second part, but I think the cliffhanger may add to the storyline, so let’s see if that works out. Thanks so much for requesting this, and I hope you enjoy it :)

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itdobe-foggy · 5 years ago

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Heart and Soul (Aaron Hotchner x reader)

Requested: no

Warnings: language

Word count: 2,684(oops)

“Well, are you gonna say anything?” You were freaking out. Absolutely freaking out. You had finally done it, You confessed your feelings. You confessed your feelings to your BOSS! God, what were you thinking?!?! Why did you have to go and talk to Prentiss like that?!?! She told you he probably felt the same way because, “you’re so pretty and smart and amazing at your job.” Still think that Emily? Because you sure don’t. He’s just standing here, looking at you looking at him with expecting eyes. But, of course, he did nothing. Hell, you didn’t even see him blink.

Your heart is going 1,000 miles an hour. And so are your thoughts. Although Reid would scientifically differ, it was happening. As soon as he looked like he was about to say something, the door opened, It was the one and only bubbly Penelope Garcia. “Sir? We have a case. It’s an ugly one.” You were still standing there, almost starting to sweat with anxiety. “Hotch? Are you still in there?”

Of course he was. That was a ridiculous question, Maybe you could play it off as a rhetorical question? No, then you’ll be talking too much and you’ll probably seem desperate for an answer; a chance to hear his deep, rough voice.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “It’s been fun but we’ve got to get going.” God, you were hoping your shared team WOULD’NT notice the tension between you too but that was very unlikely. You went out his doorway slowly, hoping and waiting for him to say something, anything. But why would he return your feelings?

Strictly because, well, he was your boss and closed off to everyone. So why would he tell you his problems when he has Rossi? You hoped he could trust you like everyone trusts him but the legitimate likelihood of that was minimal. After Hotch and Rossi knew each other for god knows how long and he only knew you for about a year and a half.

This walk, this agonizingly slow walk of simply a few feet, was a terrible one. Why? The answer was simply. You did the one thing you had tried to prevent by pushing it down. But maybe feelings are like a volcano in some ways. You hope it doesn’t happen yet deep down, deep deep down, everyone knew it would. It was bound to happen. Because that’s how life is sickeningly amazing. You fall in love, effortlessly, yet you can’t do anything about it.

As you sat in your chair and everyone was staring at the doorway, waiting for Hotch, your eyes met with Emily’s. She looked hopeful because she knew how much courage it took for you to do that.

“Ok, my fine furry friends. You will be going to Oklahoma. In the past week and a half, four women have been killed. I’ve already tried to see if anything connected the victims and there’s nothing. Amiee Schifler, 38, was a white teacher. Katrina Dankworth , 42, was a Spanish lawyer. Jolene Spinster, 30, was a stay at home mixed mom. And then Leanna Marlow, 39, was an African American scientist. There is zip that connects these girls. But after they were killed there was something that was fishy. All of these girls got a tattoo by the UnSub. And when I mean unprofessional I mean it like never before. I’m talking jagged lines, sometimes there was too much pressure, other times there wasn’t enough, it was the whole deal. The tattoo was a date. We don’t understand the date just yet, but they all said different years. The M.E. can’t figure out why. Hopefully you cutie patooties can.” Well, this should be fun. A case where we should tell the rest of the something else yet Hotch and I can’t even look at each other. Great.

Three days later

Hotch said that after that we could have the weekend off. We all needed it, all for different reasons. For Morgan, an unknown African American late 20′s female so he would have to talk to his aunt yet again. For Prentiss and Reid, she was with him when he got shot, and she got grazed, so they would have a thrill about paperwork. For Rossi, he found out about his ex-wife having ALS and would probably pass away soon. For JJ, Henry went to the hospital so she left early. And for you and Aaron, well, you had some thinking to do.

You thought, and hoped, that a bath would clear your mind. So, you let yourself get taken away my the faint Frank Sinatra music and lavender scent take you to paradise. It was peaceful. The best part was, you could change the scene however you want. You could be on a beach with friends and laughing, or inside a log cabin while it rained as you were curled up with a good book.

But of course, as soon as it came, it was gone. The weekend was now over, everyone feeling refreshed. Reid was on leave and Prentiss would still travel just not go in the field. As for JJ, Henry was feeling better, it was just a little bug so Will stayed home with him. Morgan had to deliver the unsettling news that they still didn’t know where Cindi was.

What about Aaron? Well, that’s where you are right now. Heading to the BAU ready for a paperwork day. As soon as you stepped behind the glass doors, you heard a ping from your phone. You looked down to see who it was.

H - “Meet me in my office in 10.”

Y - “Ok boss”

Seeing his name made your heart skip a beat but it also made your stomach drop. Well, you have 10 minutes to kill and hopefully paperwork would calm down your nerves. It was nothing bad, right? There’s only one way to find out.

Now you were starting to panic. It had been 8 minutes. The dreaded meeting was yet to come. You told Emily everything. How you spilled your heart and soul out to him and he stood there with no expression, how the two of you barely made eye contact the entire case, how unbothered he was when you spoke, all of it. So when she told you that the meeting might go well.... Let’s just say you doubted her and told yourself not to get your hopes so high, But you did anyway.

After your excruciatingly long wait of just 10 minutes was up, you made your way toward that door. His door. Did they add more stairs or were you exaggerating? Who knows. This felt like the longest walk of your life even though it was just three steps, three small steps but in that moment felt like climbing on boulders.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your hands were slightly starting to sweat. Before you entered the door, you looked over to see Emily giving you a thumbs up and winking at you. That made you feel a little bit better. Not a whole lot, but a bit.

Slowly, you opened the door. Whether to try and calm your heart rate down or to simply acknowledge your presence without speaking, or even both, was beyond you. You could feel your heart racing as you stepped through the doorway. As you walked in, you could hear your shoes against the ground and Aaron scribbling a pen on a report.

You cleared you throat to relieve it of the frog caught in it.

“You wanted to see me?” You spoke in a quiet tone in the doorway, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if you didn’t draw too much attention to yourself, the situation would go away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“Yes, please sit down.”

You sat down wiping the sweat from your hands to your dark pants. You looked down, too scared to make any sort of eye contact. You couldn’t bring yourself to even attempt to look him in the eyes. The reason being that the two of you hadn’t looked at each other willingly. It was just that awkward between you and your section chief.

“Agent (Y/L/N), what you said the other day was unprofessional. However, I’ve been thinking a lot since then.” Oh boy. That couldn’t be good. What was he thinking about? Had he come to a conclusion? If so, what was it? Was it good? What does he mean?

Your mind and heart started racing. Every possible thought going through your head. You feel your stomach drop as all the worst case scenarios run like a movie in the back of your mind.

“Sir, am I getting fired?” You felt like you were asking a ridiculous question. It felt almost as ridiculous as the scenarios rushing like waves in your mind. One of them being your favorite which you can’t stop thinking about: him kissing you. Yes, his lips looked rough but the thought of the warmth coming from his lips onto your was an image you didn’t want to go away.

“No, (Y/L/N), you aren’t getting fired. You’re a solid agent, I have no reason to fire you.” You let out a sign, mentally and physically. That was such a relief to hear. You were determined that because you let your personal life interfere with your professional life, he would just get rid of you. Leave you to the wolves broken-hearted.

“(Y/N)...,” he started slowly. You didn’t want to see and sign of sadness, guilt, or anything along those lines.

“Yeah Hotch?” you spoke starting to slowly bring your eyes, not to meet his, but to at least get in those dark orbs general direction.

“I spoke to Emily the other day.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. Why would she do that? What did she tell him? Would she tell him anything? You hoped not.

“Oh yeah? What did you two talk about?” You looked down at your hands, sweating again. You started picking at the around your middle finger. Unconsciously, your leg had also start bouncing without you telling it to. When you noticed, you immediately stopped yourself.

“We talked about you.” There was a short pause but it was too long to your liking.

“You and your emotions. (Y/N), she told me how much you love me and how you feel when I walk into a room. Whenever I was with Haley, we argued. A lot. And I hated it. I loved her but this job is my life. Even on our best days, Haley and I didn’t feel that way about each other. Over these past few days, I’ve looked at you with a new light. I’ve felt such a warmth I’ve never felt before. When we got back from Oklahoma, I went and talked to Dave. I told him that I have feelings for you and he said he already knew. He said he could see it before I was even thinking about it.”

You could feel your heart rate start to slow down as you got more calm. You slowly started to even your breathing as you two talked about the older Italian. He was a father figure to everyone and had a special place in everyone’s heart.

“Aaron, this is Rossi. He’s the real life equivalent of Cupid. I thought that was common knowledge.” You tried to lighten the mood which seemed to be successful since you got a true and rare Aaron Hotchner smile™. That was always a win in your book.

“(Y/N), I don’t know what’s gotten into me but since that day, I just can’t stop thinking about everything you said. More importantly. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your hair, your gorgeous eyes, everything. I realize I had feelings for you. I just pushed them so far down because of Haley, that not even I knew about it. “

So, wait, wait, wait. What? Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Oh great. Now here’s the awkward cliche “what are we now?” A question you only thought you’d hear on TV shows.

“So what are you saying Hotch?” Really? That’s the best thing you could’ve come up with? What, are you in high school? You were an idiot sometimes. You think he knows what he’s saying but with an inexpressible face, there’s no telling. Right at this moment, you needed one thing. To hear him say it.

There was a part of you that half expected him to say he doesn’t feel the same. It was something you had dreaded thinking about but since here he was, knowing everything you felt towards him. Well, you were a profiler after all. You had a feeling.

“(Y/N), you know what I’m trying to say.” You didn’t know if he was going to say more but you knew you had to interrupt him.

“Say it. I need you to actually say it so I don’t get my hopes up. If I’m going to get heart broken, I need to know from you. Say it, Hotch.” If you were right, this is going to be a life changer. For everyone.

“I have feelings for you. I’ve tried to fight it. I’ve tried to hide it. I’ve tried to get away from it but I can’t. When we went to Oklahoma, you started coming into my thoughts. I’m not ready to say I love you because I’m still hurt about Haley but I’m damn near close to it.” You were baffled. You were at a loss of words.

You could see him starting to stand up. He walked around his desk and your eyes followed the movement of his dark suit. He was now behind you, standing in front of his couch. Your options were to awkwardly sit in front of him or you could stand up and face him for the first time in almost a week. The second option sounded better.

You were standing up, looking down at the ground not ready to meet his eyes. You were focusing on anything else. The smallest of scratches on the floor, the feeling of the cushion, the sound or your heart beat, anything. As you finally stood up, you looked to meet his eyes but instead you saw his chest and neck. He was standing right in front of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how close you were standing. That’s my fau-”

Your sentence got cut short as you felt lips on yours. It was Aaron’s rough yet extraordinarily soft and warm lips in yours. It was a soft kiss. Both you were worried that you would scare the other one away. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lashed his hands in your hips.

As you pulled away, you looked into his dark eyes.

“Well that wasn’t expected,” you chuckled. He looked into you eyes as his hands went from your hips up to your sides. You loved feeling his hands over your skin. They kept going up to trace over your arms and finally landed as he cupped your cheeks.

“That was the whole point. Spontaneity is a beautiful thing.” He said as he joking rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of knocking filled the room the two of you were in. Whoever was at the door didn’t give either of you time to move.

Rossi entered the room, chuckling.

“Don’t worry guys. I just came in here to say congratulations.” As soon as he finished his sentence, the three of you looked out the door onto the bullpen.

What you saw made you look down and made your face heat up and turn as red as a tomato.

It was the whole team just staring up at the office smiling at the two of you.

Soon the happiness was spread as he wrapped an around you. He chuckled as you looked up at him and he kissed the side of your head.

You felt content. More importantly, with his arm around you looking out at the team, you felt home. That’s a feeling you never want to leave.

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ghibliyoongi · 5 years ago

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call me, maybe?

pairing : (idol!)hoony x reader

word count : 1.6k+

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of drinking & smoking

summary : after saving for years you and your best friend finally had enough money to go on your dream trip to thailand! one night, at the usually almost empty hotel bar, you encounter some cute looking guys

auther’s note : this is.. literally based on a dream i had a whiiiile ago lmao, hope yall like it ♡ (also im not good at all at using just one tense lol sorry)

▪︎ so you and your best friend finally made it to thailand! you saved enough money to stay for a whole month!!

▪︎ you two went sightseeing A LOT, getting food at all different kinds of places and meeting the friendliest people you ever came across

▪︎ after another small scenery change, you couldn’t stay at just 1 hotel for a whole month so you changed your hotels pretty much weekly while exploring different places, you finally ended up in the middle of bangkok

▪︎ the city you were most exited about!! you’ve dreamed all your life of visiting bangkok once and now the time had come

▪︎ to let the evening die away you and your best friend decide to get some drinks in the bar right next to the small hotel you’re staying at since the hotel doesnt own a private one

▪︎ joyfully you two entered he bar but your jaws drop when you realise how full the spacious room already was. after you decided it’s probably best to look for seats and then order drinks, instead of going to the bar straight away, you let your eyes scan the flooded bar

▪︎ after you a few seconds you spot two free seats in the very back of the bar and start heading towards them

▪︎ while coming across a little dance floor you get closer to the table in the back when you determine two guys are already occupiying the table

▪︎ after checking with your friend yall decide to just ask the two handsome boys, one having dark green hair – the other one blonde, if you could join them. it was already late and you werent really in the mood to go look for another location to have a few drinks

▪︎ „hey, is it cool with you if we just sit here?“ your best friend asked. „sure!“ the one with the green hair replied, both of the boys giving yall a sweet smile.

▪︎ you took off your coats, happy you changed into your new black velvet top that you got right before leaving for thailand

▪︎ „they’re quiet cute huh“ your best friend said to you (of course in your mothertongue so the guys wouldn’t catch up right away), yourself already giving her a knowing look 👀

▪︎ you chatted for a bit until calling over a waitress to finally order your goods for the night

▪︎ „a strawberry mojito for me, thanks!“ you said tot he girl, ordering after your friend. from the corner of your eye you saw the blonde boy next to you quickly emptying the rest of his beer

▪︎ „i’ll take the same as her“, he said, making the waitress eye him his friend. „anything else?“ she asked with a smile. „another beer for me please“ the guy with green hair and small tattoos around his neck, that you only noticed by now, said

▪︎ flashing a glance at your best friend to make sure she also saw what you saw, you could see in her eyes that she already had spotted them. and she loved them

▪︎ „i’m hoony by the way“ the blonde guy said. you only also discovered now that the boy had a nose piercing, which made him 10x more attractive by the minute!!

▪︎ the tattooed guy introduced himself as mino

▪︎ somehow you all started talking about nothing and everything, ordering one drink after another. your hometowns, your favorite songs and drinks, thailands nightlife and what you all were up to being in thailand were discussed

▪︎ before you knew it, after explaining to the two cute guys next to you that you two were basically on vacation, the conversation had split up

▪︎ your bestie and mino were already talking about a whole `nother topic but you couldnt complain (now you had hoony all to yourself hehe)

▪︎ the alcohol that slowly found it’s way into your bloodstream made you feel warm deep down in your stomache and your confidence grew

▪︎ „i probably should’nt tell you this, but i will when you promise to keep it a secret“ hoony slurred his words at you

▪︎ you had no idea what he was talking about but you still linked your pinky with the one he was extending towards you. „okay i won’t tell any one‘ you reassured him

▪︎ he leaned closer to you, so close you could smell a light hint of his cologne and feel the heat his body was ratiating

▪︎ without letting go your pinky he (kind of, not really - he was a little tipsy) whispered in your ear „you know, mino and i, we’re rappers. have you heard of winner?‘

▪︎ thinking for a second you remembered hearing the groups name around thailand a few times

▪︎ before you could answer hoony kept talking. proudly he told you all about his other bandmates jinu and yoon, their music and their lifes as idols

▪︎ you nearly wanted to remind him to catch a breath once in a while but you could’nt since he was just so into it you would’nt want to make it seem like your were disinterested

▪︎ quiet the reverse! you loved listening to him since he seemed exited like a little puppy. he was’nt bragging about his fame though. you felt like he genuinely really loved what he was doing in life

▪︎ „ya hoony!!“ mino interrupted his friend. „we’re going outside real quick, going for a smoke and catching some fresh air. we’ll be right back!“

▪︎ mino was already guiding your best friend to the door that lead to the front of the bar. you noticed how he had took her hand and while your friend looked at you with an apologetic gaze, you answered her with an understanding wink

▪︎ it was then that you noticed , hoony had’nt let go of your hand all this time either, your hands were just resting on top of your knee. you smiled to yourself and gave all your attention back to the pretty boy next to you

▪︎ you had lost track of time by now but while seeing mino any your friend leave out of the front door you noticed the bar had cleared quiet a bit. the small dance floor wasnt as filled with sweaty bodys anymore as it was before and there also were a couple of empty seats

▪︎ the song changed to a slower, more softer, song. hoonys hand suddenly disconnected from yours just to appear right in front of your face once again

▪︎ „dance with me“ he said. it wasn‘t a demand, nor was it a question. the way he looked at you though, the carefullness in his voice, let you know you could have said no

▪︎ but you didn’t

▪︎ normally you would have thankfully declined, dancing in a bar with a guy you practically just had met? maybe, you tried to blame it on that, it was the alcohol streaming through your body, maybe it was the blonde sweetheart that truly had the potential to steal your heart

▪︎ either way, you grabbed his hand and followed him to the now nearly empty dancefloor

▪︎ hoony gently placed his hands on your hips while you interlaced your hands behind his neck

▪︎ he pulled you closer shooting you the sweetest smile you had seen in a while

▪︎ „is this alright?“ he asked so only you could hear him. you replied with a simple nod sending a smile right back at him

▪︎ you two stayed in comfortable silence just swaying along to the song

▪︎ when the song came to an end you suddenly heard the familiar voices of your friends

▪︎ „i guess we have to leave soon, they’re already starting to close down the bar and we also have a concert tomorrow“

▪︎ you shyly smiled at hoony once more and started heading back to your table, not letting go of his hand

▪︎ mino and your best friend were already waiting at the table for the both of you

▪︎ „guess we should head back to our hotel now too“ your friend said to no one in particular. „lets go pay our drinks!“

▪︎ „oh, hoony and i took care of that already“ mino said sending a wink hoonys way

▪︎ „no no no, you really don’t have to“ you two started protesting, but there was no way you two would win this fight

▪︎ making sure you gathered all your things the now four of you left the bar

▪︎ since your hotel was just next door it was now time to say goodbye, you were kind of sad but also, not gonna lie, your were also starting to feel really tired

▪︎ you hugged mino goodbye and turned to hoony. „give me your phone real quick, okay?“

▪︎ you did as hoony asked and passed him your phone. seconds later he handed it back to you

▪︎ looking down at your screen you saw that hoony had entered his phonenumber into your phone

▪︎ „hey, if you want, you could come by out concert tomorrow! we can organize your some tickets!“ you heard mino say

▪︎ „just… call me, maybe?“ hoony softly said to you. looking up at him you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning

▪︎ he pulled you into a tight hug that lasted just a little longer than a normal hug would (u kno what im sayin)

▪︎ placing a small kiss on the top of your cheekbone he slowly let go of you

▪︎ seperating in the same pairs as you started your evening you went in the opposite direction the boys were taking

▪︎ „did hoony gave you his number just like mino gave his to me?“ your best friend asked while linking arms with you

▪︎ you looked at her with a cheeky grin. „and should we give them a call in the morning?“ she asked with a sly smile

▪︎ oh and how you were gonna give them a call tomorrow!! there was nothing you were more sure of

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thisartemisnevermisses · 5 years ago

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Going Under 5/-

Paring: Mostly Steve Rogers x Reader; little Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, out of character acting, probable smutt in later chapters, sad reader, broken, sweet ending.

Summary: You work as head oversight for the Avengers. After a party and a little kiss, you start crushing on Steve. Only an event from you’re rookie years, is sabotaging the possibility of your crush to evovle into something more.

A/N: my dear readers you get treated on a very long chapter. I could have stopped and made an extra chapter of it, but it didn’t feel good or do justice fort he story. SO here you go a very long ( words) of Going under.

Chapter 5: Call me when you’re sober

“I will get there, you see, I encountered Clint at that party and fled to the balcony. But we're getting ahead of things. I know the story is long, but you gave me the chance to tell my version. I don’t want to let anything out.” You say looking at Bucky. He could see te determination in your eyes.

“So, when I was outside, there was someone else."

“Steve” Bucky clarifies. “Yes, Steve was there too. He also fled from the party. I believe he had just buried Peggy and absolutely no desire to party.” You add.

“We started talking, forgetting what was happening inside and..” you drift off.

Bucky looks at Steve. Steve nods, he remembers that night well. You two had such a interesting conversation. You had such a beautiful charachter, sincere, straightforward, but also loving. He was immidiately infatuated by your presence. How could he have forgotten that. He still remembers the black dress you wore and how the evening breeze had mingled with your parfume. And then it hit him right in the face. Steve stared wide eyed at Bucky, Oh god, what an ass, had he been.

Walking out of the quinjet you look up to the tall building before you. You remembered the building differently. Higher, darker, maybe even bigger, but that could have to do with the bad memories you had of this place. Lexi, Callie and Avery walk ahead of you. Talking busy about there expactations of the party. You walk slowly, counting your steps and your hand nearly strangling your purse. Breathing out heavily, ”you can do this” you whisper to yourself.

“You okay?” Owen asks from behind you. Looking at him smiling slight, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You answer. Owen smiles at your answer. “You know what fine means, don’t you.” You look at him questionly. “Freaking out, insecure, neurotic and emotional” Owen answers looking at you. “Owen, I’m fine.” You smile, but your voice cracks a little. “Come on, lets get inside” you say while grabbing him by his arm. “Thank you for caring” you say without looking at him, you can’t do that wright now, you would burst into tears. Owen was wright, his definition of fine, was exactly how you were feeling right now.

The party was well visited. It seemd like everyone from shield was present. When entering the party, Avery and Owen were gone soon. They had this crazy idea of challenging Thor to a drinking competition. Those poor wretches didn’t know what they were doing. Callie and Lexi stayed with you. When you told your story on the way there, they didn’t know what to say. They were speechless, how could anyone do such a thing? How could agent Barton claim you were sleeping around to get promotions. You were the kind that worked hard and didn’t expect much. After 8 years of working with you, they knew who you were. To them you were an open book, not only were you hard working, but caring and loving too. Your team was a strong team, but it wasn’t just a team, you were close friends to. Owen and Avery were your ‘big brothers’, when there was trouble, the two of them would solve it. Seeing how anxious you were, the team decided it wasn’t for the best to let you wander around alone at this party. Yeah you had a great team, you couldn’t ask for anything more. They made you feel human again, made you laugh, care and have fun. They were there for you, when you most vulnerable, without asking what the cause was.

You were walking around mixing with the crowd. Occasionally you stopped to talk to a group of people. You had an interesting talk with Pepper and Tony about an possible update of your server. After speaking to some old colleagues Callie excused herself going to the badroom.

There you stood, all alone, waiting for your friends to return. Callie wend to the bathroom and Lexi wanted to get drinks for you three. You take a look at where Avery and Owen are. Both have a red face, Avery stands shaky on his legs. You hear Owen talk and know he has had enough to drink. Poor boys, they didn’t stand a chance against Thor. "YN" you hear a soft voice say. You recognise that dark silk voice out of a million. Slowly you turn around. There he stand, handsome as always, in casual clothing and his characteristic leather jacket. His hair in in a messi do and a smile on his face. His eyes, oh, those beautiful blue orbs. He looked at you, his eyes showing no emotions, at least you thought, years ago you could read them, but couldn’t at the moment. You swallow, “Hello agent Barton.” You answer a little bit shaken. Just keep calm, don't get nervous. He can’t make you feel that way anymore. You try to calm your breath and even out your shaky voice. “You look stunning” he says, taking you in from head to toe, likking his lips, hoping you would’nt notice. When he first saw you, you were a girl in her early twenties. Now before him stood a woman. It had been eight years, since you last saw him in the office of Nick Fury. Eight years of guessing. How you were, how you looked like and if you had other relationships. He never stop yearning for you, but he was bound to the promise he made, the life he built, after you left. “Thanks you”, you answer soft. Breath, just breath. You feel your face blushing. It had been eight years, you left all those feelings behind you. Just get a hold on yourself and let him see, he doesn't have that effect on you anymore. “So how are things going?” Clint ask while fidling with his weddingband. You look at his hand. He never wore his weddingband before, not while he was in the compound nor during his missions. It felt odd to see him with it. “Everything is oké. You know busy with everything.” you answer casually. “Stil working with team beta on the Airbus? Or did you get stationed elsewere?” he adds with a cocky smile. And there it is. The hint of disgust. The unspoken aqusation of sleeping with your superior for promotion. He didn’t change his opinion about you, it sadens you, but you won’t allowe him to see that. Your eyes harden "I think you're mistake me for someone else. I didn’t sleep around to get promotion." You answer looking angry at Clint. I'm not mistaking. If I remember correctly, we where on a mission and we slept together. After the mission you got promoted too level 6." Clint said mockingly, his Eyes had a dangerous glint to them. "You remember correctly, about the mission part. But couldn’t be more wrong about the promotion." You answer disgust all over your face. "If you would excuses me, agent Barton." you walk past Clint, trying to leave, when he speaks up, eyeing you from the side. " You know I'm an Avengers know. Maybe you could make another promotion." Clint smiled mockingly, hopefully you wouldn't notice the pain in his eyes. He longed for you, but knew to well he couldn't have you. He had broken his promiss to you, lost all trust that Laura had in him and disgrassed his son for having feelings for you. Maybe he was childish, but he would rasther have you hating him, then see that longing feeling in your eyes. Thinking about the way you moved beneath him, made him groan. "You forgot how you made me feel, when you broke my faith and dragged my spirit down. Thank you for the pain, it made me raise my game." You spat at him, looking one final time at Clint and walked away. Once your out of his sight, you let out a shakinly breath. You take a glass of champagne from a waiter and head outside. After that encounter, which you handelt quite well, you need some alone time.

Its been eight years since you saw Clint, three since you could move on and give it a place. All of it, heel he was on your mind the last few days. Getting that freakin invitation made you nervous. But never guessing, you would see so much emotions in his eyes when you said those final words. It looked like he let his guard down and showed you what he really felt.

"Keep telling yourself that, don't be foolish. You've moved on." you whisper to yourself while walking on to the balcony. Feeling the breeze of air tickling your arms. You decided to lean on the railing and look at the twinkling and moving lights beneath you.

"It seems I'm not the only one looking for a little peace." a dark and smooth voice startles you. Walking out of the shadows is no other then Steve Rogers.

“Captain Rogers you scared me.” You look at the person behind you. “Sorry that was not my intention. It looks like we both don't need a party.” Steve stands beside you.

“No you’re right, on this party there are only assholes. Sorry for my language.” You drink the glass of champagne empty in one go. Eyeing Steve, his reaction over his face, “No offense.” You replay.

“Non taken.” Steve shuckles a little. “And your reason not to party is..” you ask Steve, but see the tears in his eyes. “Oh sorry, I didn't mean to invade into your personal problems.” You turn towards the citylights, better let him handle it his own way.

“No, it's okay. Two days ago I buried one of the most important people in my life. You can imagine that I don't need a party. Drinking the light out of me doesn’t work, because of the super serum.” Steve answers bitterly.

“Oh tell me about it. Sometimes you would like to disapear and say fuck yourself world.” you smile, looking at Steve “Atleast I would say that, not sure you would.” You continue, Steve laughs his chest rumbles, it feels good to laugh.

“Yeah i know that feeling all to well..would like to do that right know.” Steve says while looking at the sky. His face shows so much emotions, grieve, worry, lost and mostly anger.

“Who was he or she.” you ask soft touching his hand.

“She.” Steve smiles, “She was my first love and..”

You two talk for a while, you tell about your encounter, well knowing not to name names. You wouldn’t dare to create a rift in this team. Steve tells you about Peggy and what an impact she had in his life, even after being iced for such a long time. You laugh, even cry a little, but mostly you enjoy each others company. Time pases slowly and you both payed no attention to what happened behind you at the party.

At some point you stood closer together. For a moment you looked deep into each other's eyes. It felt seconds like time stood still, until Steve stepped towards you. He took your face in his hands and gave you a little chastice kiss. A little peck on the lips. After opening your eyes, you see Steve looking at you. Searching for your consent, was it oké? Did he cross a line, ofended you, his eyes were stormy, emotions all over his face.

You smile "Well Captain, if this is your way....." You began but Steve stopped you mid sentence smashing his lips in yours. His hands shifted from your face to your waist and guided you to a dark corner of the balcony. His kiss changed from sloppy to passionate. Soft and then demanding. It was a rapture of emotions put into one kiss. The heat rose in your cheeks as his tongue touched yours, quick and electric. Enchanting you over and over again, with every kiss, both of you were lost in each other. The intens and demanding kisses became soft butterfly kisses, just long enough to savour your lips a little longer.

Steve stops kissing and looked at you. He had wierd look in his eyes, what was wrong? Your lips felt swollen from this little make out session. "Well that's a way too say goodnight." you smile looking at Steve. Steve snaps out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry.. I shoudn't have done this." He said avoiding your gaze, cheeks red of shame. "..I... need to go, Captain Roger." You say greeting him, blinking away the tears in your eyes. Not again, please note again. You walk away from Steve, the party and head towards the quinjet. You couldn't stay any longer on this party. It was full of assholes.

She watched you leave, anger all over her face. How dare you kiss Steve. How dare you invade in this relationship she is trying to built. She wants him for herself and you interfering with that plan, was something she didn't thought about. Good thing she had an ace up her sleeve.

“So that was my first meeting with Captain America.” You look at Bucky, the pain all over your face. “As if it wasn't enough for one of you to fool me, another one was added. Just when I started to get a little hope, he undid it with one sentence. I was foolish, thinking that someone was genuinely interested in me.” Wiping away your tears, telling your side of the story evoked so many emotions.

“Yn stop it, that’s nonsense.” Bucky says angry, “If I thought about you in that way, I wouldn’t bother asking you, your side of the story. I’m sorry for that ass of a best friends. They way he reacted is not okay.” Bucky said smiling mockinly, taking a slight glance at Steve.

#angst #Steve Rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #clint barton x reader #clint x reader #fluff #Drama #marvel #marvel fanfiction #slow burn #imagen #imagine

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joonsgalaxy · 7 years ago

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this night is for you and for me

pairing: seungcheol x reader

genre: romance/fluff, light smut

words: 1270

prompt: "we only have one room left for the night..."

a/n: oopsie this probably sucks, but i wanted to post at least something this week

You had it all planned out. Three days, three different cities, three hotels (six separate rooms for reasons obvious for the both of you), a bunch of interviews with the locals and some landscape filming, hours upon hours would be spent in the rented car that you had paid for right before leaving; Seungcheol had booked the rooms. Undoubtedly, it would take immense efforts and various resources to finish this project, but neither of you ever did things half-assed, so if lots of travelling in the mornings and filming the documentary during the days in this kind of freezing cold weather was required to get an A+, then that's exactly what you'd both do.

However, there's this one saying (which is rather painfully truthful): you make plans and god laughs. And god was indeed giggling when, staring out the window as Seungcheol drove, you were already imagining a warm bed all to yourself. You didn’t know at that moment that your carefully crafted plans for the night would shatter, so you were basically able taste the sweetness that well deserved sleep would provide in the room of the first hotel you were supposed to stay in; after all, your muscles were unusually sore, for your limbs had been mercilessly tormented by the chilly air as you were taking the interviews for hours on end.

Humming absent-mindedly along a random song playing on the radio, you had no idea that you were soon to find out that the road—the only road leading to the booked hotel, you might add—was obstructed by a ton of merciless snow that had unfortunately rolled down the mountain, hindering any—usually coursing quite rapidly—traffic.

When people in charge of things happening smoothly on roads let you know about the situation, you thoroughly discussed your options with Seungcheol, and it didn't take long for you both to realize that the best one was to forget about the booked rooms and to look for another hotel around the parking lot, where you were now stuck in a progressively intensifying snow storm.

Fifteen minutes later you stood at the reception, shaking off the cold.

‘We only have one room left for the night...’

Great.

‘I could sleep on the floor,’ Seungcheol volunteered without much thinking.

‘Why?’ You challenged him, feigning indignation. ‘Because you're a boy and I'm a girl?’

His lips came to a thin line, a long breath pushing out threw his nose. He looked exasperated, but also amused. You knew him too well to interpret his expression as just irritation.

Then one of his shoulders rose into a carefree shrug. ‘Okay. I take the bed then.’

As the receptionist stood there waiting for you to make up your minds, you scoffed and, smiling cheekily, lightly patted his chest and then spoke in a sweet voice, ‘I will take the bed, because you're a gentleman.’

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, but failed miserably at hiding his grin.

‘Uh, if I may suggest,’ the lady spoke over the soft music in the background, drawing your eyes toward herself, ‘The bed is rather huge. You could both sleep on it?’

Leave your suggestions to yourself, Patricia.

If Seungcheol and you share a bed, with that kind of unresolved sexual tension that had been hanging between you two for weeks now, you might not even get any sleep.

However, nobody could deny you were incredibly lucky to even find a vacant room at a time like this, so, honestly, the only logical option was to simply book it.

So as you climbed up the stairs, fiddling with the key to the room, your mind was already crafting a plan of how to end the night in a way that wouldn't force anyone to leave the hotel the morning after carrying backpacks stuffed with regrets. You'd take a shower, lie on one side of the bed, attempting to take as little space as you possibly could, and then, in a span of ten minutes, you'd doze off and fall into a deep and much needed sleep.

Then again, life is unpredictable and you were about to see it for yourself.

‘I bet there are like a million different aliens out there.’

You had a shower, sure, and you were lying on the bed without being too close to Seungcheol allright (you weren't exactly falling off the edge, either), but your tired limbs and the thought of falling asleep weren't on your mind, because questions after questions spilled from the both of you, answers flowed freely, honest opinions were being shared with no holding back.

‘Obviously.’

You felt so relaxed, so safe around him. Even though you were aware of shitty things happening constantly in this world, you knew eventually everything would be okay. He just had this aura encompassing him; bright and warm and soothing. It only reminded you of why you liked him so much.

Voices, husky and affected by exhaustion, were filling the room as you both spoke to one another; but no matter how fatigued you sounded even to yourself, soft chuckles—yours and his—seemed to have the power of revitalizing your body, inducing every fibre in you to become more and more vigorous by the second. You started to think that perhaps you didn’t even need any sleep to feel brimming with boundless energy the next day.

At one point, though, when you both fell silent, when the ambience of the room evolved into a remarkably comfortable one, you casted your gaze toward Seungcheol and the air engulfing you seemed to shift. His eyes were noticeably more sentimental and warmer than ever, and his lips looked particularly inviting.

And so you took the risk of shifting on the bed, leaning close to him gently brushing your lips over his. It wasn’t hasty; you were rather slow with it, considerate. Not as much hesitant as simply respectful, adamant in not missing a single sign of reluctance on his features.

Actually, he didn’t even look surprised; clearly, he wanted this as much as you did. The way his lips quirked upward in a pleased smile right before he crushed his mouth on yours let you know just that.

The kisses were unhurried, almost lazy, yet strikingly pleasurable. There was no reason to rush anything. You wanted to fully enjoy the entirety of the moment by slowly and quietly getting to know every corner of his lips.

Kisses broke with wet, sensual sounds again and again, echoing off the walls, gradually contributing to the fire kindling within you. The flames only grew hotter, when Seungcheol’s careful hands started affectionately exploring your body, fingertips skimming over your skin with endearingly light yet lustfully electrifying touches.

Your head got dizzy, all the thoughts mingling with one another. No endings, no beginnings. Desire took over as Seungcheol touched you in all the right places, offering you the most delightful pleasure you’d ever felt.

The clock hanging on the wall was steadily ticking the night away; alarming sirens could be heard blaring in the faraway distance, but you could scarcely pay any attention toward it—Seungcheol’s caring, dexterous fingers were bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Completely certain that there would’nt be any regrets when the clock welcomes the morning, you spoke in a desperate whisper, ‘I want you. All of you.’

You loved how affected he seemed to be by your words, the sharp inhale being the sign of it; then you became even more eager upon seeing his eyes darken.

(( ‘So, do you always carry condoms around in your backpack or…?’

‘That’s what responsible college kids do.’ ))

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ick25 · 7 years ago

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Rockman.EXE Episode 23. Review.

When Glyde finally tries to do something for once.

We begin the episode in some place full of scientists who are all gathered around a monitor talking about Pharohman and how he has been sealed for 20 years.

I can’t take him seriously with that typo.

We then cut to the WWW lair where Dr. Wily is planning to capture Pharohman.

However, he wont be needing the World Three operators to fulfill this task.

Burn!

So Wily decides to send Bombman and Stoneman, not only have they been repaired, but it also seems that Wily has been busy with the copy and paste tool.

Wily have created an army of Stonemen and Bombmen to go after Pharohman. The World Three operators aren’t happy with this plan, but they seem to be more worried about something else.

Since when do you bastards care about him?

They are of course talking about Netto, and how Pharohman deleted Rockman in the last episode... *Sniff*

We cut to Netto’s house where his useless mom answers the door for Meiru, Tohru and Dekao who plan to walk to school with him.

Disapointed? That’s the word we are using? When someone close to you dies you feel disapointed?!

You seem awfully worried. X(

But she tells them, for everyone’s surprise, that Netto has already left to school.

Gawd, I hate this woman.

The sky gets dark for it is about to rain, they leave and Netto’s happy-go-lucky mom goes back to the kitchen where she belongs.

“Because I sure as hell can’t do anything that doesn’t involve cooking”

Anyone would argue that she was just trying to avoid making his friends worried, but that doesn’t mean she had to act all stupid about it! In Animes like these, the mother isn’t involve in their kids life, not because they don’t care, but because they “Trust” their children. Well, YOURE STILL A TERRIBLE PARENT!!! Mariko-sensei acts more like a mom than her, and she doesn’t even have kids of her own!

But after this we cut to who really matters, Netto. We see Netto skating calmly on his way to school when it starts to rain.

As he hurries to school, Netto has a flashback of the time when he was arguing with Rockman in the begining of episode 4 about getting up on time.

Netto wipes his tears and continues on his way to school. Meanwhile, we see Pharohman who is also going somewhere.

He takes over a building by scaring off the scientists from before and activating the lockdown to prevent them from coming back in.

We find Netto back home waiting for his useless mother to make dinner as she hums a familiar song while washing the dishes.

“I don’t care why you’re so happy, I want to know where you heard our opening theme!”

The next scene is literally a reused scene from the very first episode! From Netto cheking his PET to falling face first on his bed.

Ha! You thought I wouldn’t notice?

However, something strange happens inside Netto’s PET while he sleeps. And this time it’s not Rockman downloading into his PET, this time its a small golden ring that appears in the corner of the screen. Meanwhile, somewhere in the mountains, a mysterious man recieves a signal created by the ring on his computer.

Hmm... O.O

Netto hears Rockman’s voice in his sleep and wakes up to find the strange ring in his PET, but it turns out he is not the only one since his friends also happen to find golden rings on their PETs.

Roll just looks at it, Gutsman tries to pull it, Iceman tries to freeze it, and Glyde gets a scene cutted from the dub when Yaito orders him to do something about it and he ends up getting electricuted. XD

Netto’s useless mom tells him that he has a call from a friend of his, but if all of his friends are busy discovering the strange rings, then who is it? The answer is revealed before cutting to commercials.

It’s Enzan! O0O

After commercials, Netto meets up with Enzan, but since he would’nt say anything, Netto starts walking away until Enzan reminds him about Rockman and we get a flashback of when he was deleted. Netto gets mad over this but then listens to what Enzan says next.

Aww, how cute, he thinks he can defeat Pharohman and avenge Rockman.

It’s true that Enzan and Blues are strong, but in the next scene we join the Net Agents where Commander Beef explains who Pharohman is.

The scientists from before say that Pharohman was sealed 20 years ago, but the commander says that he gain control of the network 12 years ago. HOW?! (But it could be translation mistake)

He also says that Pharohman is looking for his memory data, but we then cut to Netto′s house where he finds his friends gathered outside. They discuss about all five of them having a strange ring in their PET’s and believe it is related to Rockman somehow.

All PETs give out a high pitch sound, meaning that the data of the mysterious rings are reacting to eachother.

Back to the Net agents, the commander tells the story of Pharohman’s origin.

OML! Thats Dr. LIGHT!

Netto’s grandfather was one of the scientists that created Pharohman, he was also the one who found out about the virus and sealed him. The commander also thinks that the reason Pharohman woke up was because of Rockman and Blues’s battle. Apparently the battle was so damn epic that Pharohman got jealous and decided to attack them.

During this, Pharohman has been searching for his missing data and finally remembers what had happend to him.

He builds himself a pyramid because he is Pharoh, duh, and starts creating chaos in the real world. Starting with attracting a swarm of locust that takes over an airport.

Because locusts are one of the ten plagues of Egypt.

But Pharohman can create natural dissasters as well, like hacking a satelite to reflect the sunrays to melt the snow of the mountains and create an avalanche.

Among other things like black outs, Pharohman watches the destruction he is creating from inside his pyramid.

Haven’t seen this level of arrogance since Bombman and Stoneman.

Back to Netto, he decides to open up his PET and propose that they all connect their PETs in order to combined the five rings.

During this, Glyde believes that the data rings are Rockman’s memories and that they are trying to send a message to them.

We cut to the WWW lair where they are all watching the destruction that Pharohman is causing, making Wily even more eager to capture him.

So it turns out that Pharohman is inside the Science Lab’s main system. Wily is sure that if he captures Pharohman he will be able to take over the world, and then starts laughing like mad scientist.

Netto and his friends were able to combine all the PETs, and the rings quickly begin to interact with eachother. They end up joining togueter creating Rockman’s Navi mark.

Meanwhile, news of Pharohman’s destruction reaches Netto’s useless mom who gives out a different reaction for once.

“The laundry is still outside!”

She runs to the yard to see the sky and is relieve to know nothing bad has happend there so far, but this was just a way of having the mysterious man from before appear on screen to be greeted by her.

We cut back to Netto trying to communicate with Rockman’s voice with no luck, until the man comes in and it is revealed to be Netto’s dad.

And the episode ends with Rockman’s Navi mark still calling out to Netto as the screen fades to black.

My thoughts?

This episode was a call back to the end of Battle Network 3 where Rockman was believed to have been deleted and Netto had to cope with the fact that his best friend was gone by going through the stages of grief, something that is shown better in the anime.

There are seven to nine stages of grief, starting with Netto being in shock in the last episode, denial when he was trying to stay chipper on his way to school, anger when he met up with Enzan thinking he would make fun of him, and barganing, which is what he is doing with his friends by thinking they could bring Rockman back. Although Netto’s dad stops him from entering the two final stages, depression and acceptance, seeing Netto go through all of this was sad, but still very important for kids to learn how to deal with situations like this.

Though Netto’s situation was different, Rockman being a computer program that can be brought back, he was still willing to move on and get a new Navi after bursting into tears in the game, until he was surprised to see that Rockman had been saved, suppoussely, by his grand father.

And yes, his design is based on the original Dr. Light from the classic Megaman games. Fun fact, Hikari means Light in japanese.

Speaking of said grand father, Tadashi Hikari was the one who created the Net Society, and according to the anime, Pharohman too. Pharohman was just a random Navi you can find in the undernet in the first game, but in the anime they gave him the role of Alpha from the third game, which was the primal form of the internet that became self aware, and the reason Rockman was thought to have been deleted. BTW, Netto’s grand father, because his whereabouts were never mention in the original version, the dub just said he was retired.

#Rockman.exe #megaman battle network #MegaMan NT Warrior #anime #dub vs sub #my reviews

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jcmiesingh · 3 years ago

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shapiros:

– BLAIR DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. at first, it’s the surprise : because the fact that his mind SHOULD be on james and is instead distracted by a crush is a red flag to begin with ( and blair is kind of an expert in red flags, regrettably. ) as a friend, she should hone in on that, but she can feel her judgement grow cloudy by the lens of jealousy, making her first reaction come out in a sputtering, incredulous laugh. this sinking, desperate feeling in the pit of her stomach is the very reason why she wanted to keep her distance from nisa in the first place, and another reminder of why not laying all of her cards on the table was the right choice. “ are you serious ? ” another burst of humorless laughter.

her hands move to cover her face for a beat, she hopes it comes off as exasperated and not as an attempt to hide a stronger emotion.

“ you’re such a fucking idiot, ” blair says with a sigh, hands moving down her features to cup her own cheeks. granted, she’s not mad at jamie. annoyed is the better word. anger is reserved for nisa, clearly playing some sort of game to which blair has yet to figure out the rules for. and it hurts, something deep and cutting and unfamiliar, but she can’t find another explanation for why nisa would kiss her like she did at the battle of the bands, make her feel like they had something that was just theirs, and then start going on dates with jamie. spending the night without fucking ? blair feels sick. “ calm down. you’re so not into her, ” she says, fairly dismissive, managing to keep a measure of wishful thinking out of her voice. “ your dad died a few months ago, we’re searching for his killer, and you just fucked your business partner, ” she adds, basically noting that he’s a bulleted list in a texbook about reckless behavior. “ you’re probably just into the distraction. ”

jamie isn’t quite sure what kind of reaction he expected from blair-- he knew he wasn’t going to get something totally supportive, given the history of animosity between her and nisa. he would’nt have been surprised by incredulous, exasperated, or annoyed, and all of those seem to come in the multiple waves of blair’s reaction. but dismissive? she’s never outright dismissed jamie’s feelings unless there was something she was trying to cover for herself. confused, jamie shakes his head, despite the fact that every allegation she’s leveled against him is technically true.

“yeah, it started out that way for sure,” he admits, thinking back to last year and the occasional bright spots when nisa could make him forget about everything else that was going on, just for a moment. “but it’s more than that now. it feels different. like, she’s told me about all this shit she went through back in new york, and i even told her about my mom...” he doesn’t need to finish the sentence-- blair already knows that jamie never talks about his mom. “i’m definitely into her, i’m just-- i’m freaking the fuck out. what if she just leaves me too, y’know?”

#( threads. )#( threads / blair. )#( event / throwdown. )

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artstarstv · 6 years ago

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Headbanging Sculptures: An Interview with Mimosa Pale

Wandering Shocks at Art Fair Finland, 2017 photo Neo Aarnikotka

Mimosa Pale is unlike any other artist you know. The Finnish performance artist brings sculpture to life through colorful materials, dance and artworks inspired by the carnival, jazz and old fashioned side shows. You might have heard of her hat shop Himo, where she sold handcrafted hats she made in the Berlin’s district of Neukölln (long before it became hipster paradise). That’s not all. Pale has also created technicolor, headbanging sculptures in Helsinki, leafblowed a public monument she covered in fringes and once even created a Marie Antoinette-style headpiece made of shot glasses.

As she gears up for a book she is making with Justyna Koeke about Tinder dating in the forest, she’s also looking forward for the Stamp Festival in Hamburg, as well as an exhibition at Hilsbach Kunst & Kultur and a performance in The Hot Box. In the meantime, Pale spoke to us about carnival culture, hat-making and recycling for land art sculptures.

Wandering Shocks 2017, photo Lisabi Fridell

There is a great crossover between art and fashion in your work, where does it all come from?

Mimosa Pale: Well, actually I was never so interested in fashion, but more in masquerade! the idea to make my hatshop himo was out of the wish to have an art studio, where people, just anybody could pop in and have a reason to be there. I think people often have a fear to encounter art, as its traditionally placed on a pedestal or golden frame. So Himo was my studio and a performance space and it was disquised as a hatshop. it had an himo-rosa velvet sofa and a little stage. but the most amazing thing for me was that people believed in my hatshop from the first moment. They came with their hat problems and surprisingly I was able to help them with "turn it upside down and it looks great" mentality. This led to my real interest in millinery and I started taking courses in hatmaking. but in short: I wanted to combine performance art and sculpture in my hatstore, so I felt most succesful when a person came in and bought a hat, and would go out of the shop with a sculpture on their head creating street life performance.

Mimosa Pale, Blow, Streetlevel Festival, Helsinki, 2015, photo Antti Ahonen

Why is a DIY approach important to your practice?

I think it has to do with my desire for borderless art. Art is for everybody, and everybody who wants can make it. The more people are encouraged to make art, the more interesting the world becomes. More people practicing self-realization in the form of art reduces stress and anxiety, makes you happier. so maybe it can be described as a social approach to art.

How does the history of costume influence your work?

I’m interested in carnevalism, and in the effects it has on people practicing it. Now that I’m in an artist in residency in Horb am Neckar and there is a vast culture in carneval, which is called "Schwäbisch-Allemanische Fasnet" . I have entered a fools guild just to study this whole thing. We are carrying the "Häs" with a wooden mask, each weekend between january and march we go parading in an other town scaring the audience or throwing candy to them... and we meaning about 3000 fools from different villages. Its quite a blast!

Mimosa Pale, Blow, Streetlevel Festival, Helsinki, 2015, photo Antti Ahonen

You really know how to create an atmosphere full of imagination, is your starting point playfulness?

To me, the performances have to make sense somehow. I guess I have a certain kind of logic there but maybe it comes across as something else! for example I just made a performance in Munich where I tried to transform myself into a living diamond. It kind of makes sense, doesnt it?! Who would’nt want to be a diamond? At the same time the visual aspect of an idea is very important; its part of the way an idea is transmitted.

You made feminist art before it was trending, what can you tell us about why the Mobile Female Monument counteracts the history of male, phallic sculpture?

The fact is that there are many sculptures in the history of art that are made by men, are huge, and are phallic. Mobile Female Monument encounters them being soft and mobile and as a place to go inside.

I call myself a feminist and I’m often being labeled as a feminist artist but I still want to say that this work is more intuitive than its political (that there is more to it). It celebrates the vulva, carnivalizes it, lets everybody touch itself, invites people to create their own little spontaneous performance around it. At that time I was interested in Commedia dell arte forms of present day, side shows and performance art’s borders. Naturally pissed off by the omnipresence of sex in the advertisements of this ostensibly sexually liberated society, I was curious to see what happens when the taboo is performed exaggerated in the bright daylight. I had to find something where people would stop without me having to stop them; At the same time the work was personal: what is my sexuality, where is it going, it seems to be evolving. These are, I believe, universal thoughts. Yet there is not so much talk about it; and that’s where it I guess became interesting: showing something that everybody is thinking of.

Mimosa Pale, Foliage 2018, photo Oona Heleena

Why did you want to do Foliage with your artist group, Wild Angelicas?

I wanted to create more wearable sculptures, and I always have this feeling of discrepancy between sculpture and performance art. In this I made one piece for a tree and one for humans. I like the contradiction in the idea, being in a foliage one usually wants to hide, the reflecting fabric makes one extremely visible though. It was made in the time of #metoo debate, and I had the Story of Daphne in the back of my head. Feeling ill about the abuse on women and yet being relieved that something is changing.

What are the Wandering Shocks and why are they so fun? How do they interact with each other and the public?

The Wandering Shocks (shock is apparently another word for haystacks) are performance sculptures (made of baking paper). They can visit a festival, or a gallery or just walk on the street; it always works! People love them! If there is music they dance, if not they still dance or do the headbanging. Sometimes they also just stand and people next to them forget there is a human inside. They interact with the public in a silent, friendly way. Its a fun way to bring art somewhere where its not been expected. They are sometimes mistaken for an advert (for example IKEA had something similar recently)...this reflects how people think nowadays.

Mimosa Pale: Foliage 2018

What was the goal of your piece Blow? It seemed to have some rock/metal undertones?

Do you mean the one where I decorated the public monument with fringes and was blowing it with the leaf blower? Im interested in how we perceive public art, monuments, its interesting how these become part of our daily life. Also I think these monuments, and also our perception need airing from time to time. Decorating a monument changes the daily stage setting for a short time but I believe it can have inspiring effects on people for a long time.

Maternal Bio Power Plant (2014)

Where do you get your materials? How do you feel about recycling?

Good question! I wish I was the fair trade organic artist, but I’m not! When I’m sad about this I tell myself: I’m just a very very small artist... My best work material-wise was the Maternal Bio Power Plant (2014), a land art sculpture which was made of 170 tons of bulls manure. It was a huge breast, that also was functioning as a bio gas collector, built for an art exhibition taking place on a field. After the exhibition the farmer would just spread the 170 tons of manure as fertilizer on the field. At that time, I was breastfeeding and the breast was the most important organ of the daily life! It was quite funny really how I was working a month on the field covered with this shit (it was a rainy summer) and would now and then get a call from the house to run up to feed the baby. The stripping off the scum became almost like a ritual: in order to stay clean it had to be done carefully despite the urgency.

Performance in the exhibition "Stage" by Jukka Rusanen, Helsinki Contemporary, 2014, with Mimosa Pale and Joakim Berghäll, photo Mikaela Lostedt

What is your approach to performance art?

Performance art was one of the first art forms I started doing passionately and it has been an important part of my work. I think performance art is a very difficult form of art to work on continuously. I do now understand why most people are performance artists in their youth and stop doing it when getting middle aged. It is a direct, immediate, energetic, demanding art form. It requires extremely lot of energy if you want to regenerate your work every time. So doing an in-between thing seems to suit me personally. A bit of Sculpture, performance, music, head pieces... in a way I’m happy there is a form of art where I can combine all these things.

Who are your greatest influences in terms of art, fashion and culture?

I’m a fan of Niki de Saint Phalle and the Nouveau Realistes, Meat Warlop, Meg Stuart.

Performance in the exhibition "Stage" by Jukka Rusanen, Helsinki Contemporary, 2014, with Mimosa Pale and Joakim Berghäll, photo Mikaela Lostedt

What do you try to communicate with your performance art?

I want to keep my work intuitive and I really try hard to stay truthful to myself and create a socially interesting atmosphere. I try to create a situation where people start communicating, not with me necessarily, but with the surrounding or within themselves. Sure it varies from piece to piece, the location and venue effect greatly. but as a performance artist I’m aware that I’m taking peoples time, and as it is something so valuable in our world, I try to make the moments they spend watching me profitable! I was thought at art school that performance art is always going towards death. but in my opinion it can be far from it; away with the painful notion of performance art, the self suffering, vomiting artist sorting emotional crisis on stage. I wish my performance can be healing, entertaining, funny, interesting, empowering.

Where do performance art and sculpture intersect for you?

A sculpture is seldom enough for me as it is. !t needs some action! and that is very simply, where my sculptures intersects performance art. A humans size, My size, the body is in relation to the surrounding architecture, landscape, heaven, cosmos. This is what gives it already the frame: we are here on the planet in this size; what can we do? The truth is, my ideal sculpture is moving or changing or evolving.... I'm seldom content with an object that doesnt move! This applies to people and animals too !! So if I was good at engineering I propably would be making kinetic art. But as Im not into that, Me myself I’m the motor for my sculptures and thats what keeps me doing performance art.

What did you learn the most about making couture hats for your HIMO hat shop in Berlin?

I learned that selling hats is a difficult art of its own! I learned how hard it is to make so many things in the same time; like producing head pieces, selling them, being present, making performances. The Himo time was a great time, I met many interesting people, having a shop makes you visible even in a big city like Berlin, and so I had the opportunity to work with people from fashion, theatre and music.

What shows or exhibitions do you have upcoming? What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working on new sculptural work, its going to be art in public. I’m also working on a book with Justyna Koeke about Tinder dating in the forest. I’m also looking forward for the Stamp festival in Hamburg, an exhibition in Hilsbach Kunst & Kultur and a performance in The Hot Box.

Mimosa Pale, Study on Carpets, 2014

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Jalandhara & Yakshini part 5

“How long were we there?” asked Jagdish.After a dramatic pause Yamini replies “It felt like hours but it’s been only a minute”.They waited at the temple till the dawn and by night they began their descend.During their descend , they tried to decipher what they’d seen and experienced up the hill.”Did you see we held some kind of instrument in our hands ,which sort of directed our powers?” asked Yamini.”Yes, I did, they are called Ophions “said Jagdish.”Say what again?” asked Yamini again.”OPHIONS, are the weapons possessed by Asuras and Paris , the weapons have quite often been mentioned in ancient literary.Known as Twin weapons”.Jagdish takes a thin stick from the ground and draws the weapons on the sand.

Ophions were the power directors of parlok.Almost every asura and pari had a ophion and those who didn’t were either cursed ones or the Gods who had attained mastery over their powers and could direct their powers without any ophion.

After reaching the base of the mountain ,Jagdish senses something and quickly responds by switching off the flash light of his mobile phone.”Switch of your’s too “says Jagdish.”What happened ?” asks Yamini.”Shhh...” says Jagdish pointing towards sky.As they look at the clear sky , they see object flying in sky towards the mountain as distinct as the light would bounce off the edges of that object.”Savitr” says Jagdish.”Remember what that sage said ?” asked Jagdish.”Yes, the only way to connect with Bhrama lies within us”said Yaamini.”Close your eyes and try to connect with Bhrama” said Jagdish.After a minutes into their meditation Jagdish breaks it “I am not able to connect , how do we learn telepathy now !!”.”May be he just heard you “ said Yaamini pointing at the ophions on the ground.There they were , the weapons of which they’d only heard or seen before, were right there having an impeccable design which only a fine smith could’ve made.

As they pick their weapons , a energy pulse flows from their brain nerves right towards their spine changing their attire all together.A long black robe with some cryptic symbols on it all over it , and that of Yakshini’s similar in kind.It looked like a modern makeover to the whole attire of Asuras and Paris.”Wow !! That was something”. said Yaamini.”Yeah, I feel so powerful right now “said Jagdish.

“See this ?” said Jagdish levitating himself from the ground.”Yes, just tell me how?” asked Yaamini in hurry.”Just try to push yourself from the ground with the hand and try to maintain balance with it, just like two opposite magnets” said Jagdish.In no time Yaamini followed and pushed herself from the ground and started levitating.”Let’s go to hotel” said Jagdish. Within 5 secs they reach their hotel backyard so that no one notices them landing.”Tired “ enquired Jagdish.”Are you kidding me, I can fly straight till Mumbai if you want “ said Yaamini.”So here are some rules while using your powers:

1.We are celestial beings, we all are connected somehow ,so more the powers we use easy it is for them to track us.

2.Use of Powers only in an emergency.

3.Try to hide ariber and osiris (Ophions) from general public.

4.We can telepathy so also try not to do that and talk like normal people.

5.Refrain from contacting any person apart from family.

6.Don’t get drugged or get high, because we lose control over our powers when our sub conscious takes over.

“Jalseena !!! Do you see that “ says Kalavid pointing towards the sky.”The two planets are again becoming one , it’s in it’s push-pull phase, they are closer than ever.We have very less time.Assemble the second squad we’ll need to deploy more people for search”ordered Kalavid.

Jalseena goes to the tomb of shadows where she assembles the second squadron for search operation.Meanwhile Kalavid decides to discuss the situation with Savitr.She leaves the parlok with two other paris straight towards the earth.

“They were here, they have acquired the knowledge of the other world.They also know the Prophesy.Not only now they know of our intentions they also have discovered their powers and if I am not wrong so have they their Ophions” said disturbed Savitr.”I’ve sent a second squadron of Paris , to search for them.They’ll began their search at the first ray of the sun” said kalavid.”It’s too late for that , gather everyone of your’s and so will I.We’ave to catch them before the full moon”.said Savitr.

At the first rise of the sun , the paris and asuras assembled at the mountains near Manali.They envisaged a plan to trap the two for they knew that the two would’nt be using their powers to avoid getting tracked.The asuras decided they’d be using human form to go incognito, while the paris would be all over the skies looking for them.”Darsura, what you think ?” said Savitr.Darasura was Savitr’s chief adviser “Though I think the plan can work but we also need to think like humans and devise a strategy according to it.If I were a human what medium would I choose to move? Air , land or sea.SInce sea is nowhere closer to be found the only options they are left with are land and air.I’ve heard that humans have developed this four wheeled chariot which they call cars and a bigger version of it is called a bus and the biggest version are called the railway.If we station our men at these points, we are likely to catch them”.Savitr agreed, and he countered “What if they anticipate our move?”.”Do we have any other choice ? This is the best bait we have” answered Darsura.

Meanwhile as the ray of the sun pushed itself through the window onto Yaamini’s face, she couldn’t stop thinking about Jagdish the whole night and the thought that they were together in some point of time in some other dimension even bothered her more.’Why the heck am I thinking so much about him? Chill Yaamini, breathe.In and out .In and out.It’s just that magic playing mind tricks with you’.She contemplated her whole journey from Mumbai to Manali for a while looking at the birds chirping right outside the window.’He is not that bad may be, of course he can be pain in the ..., but he is so nice and caring too , and little chivalrous.Stop !! What is wrong with me , why am I thinking about him so much , we’re in middle of a war and my mind is weaving stories of us !! Duhh !!” she said to herself hitting her head with her hand.

An hour later Jagdish shows up at her door “Ready ?”.”Yes, let’s go” replied Yaamini.They decided to go low key till they reach the nearby Bus stand.Yaamini draped a scarf around her head while Jagdish managed to get a fake mustache and a beard.It was only after reaching the bus stand they learned that they’d to wait for another 2 hours for the next bus to Shimla.” Till then I’ll confirm with the bike dealer for shipping status of our bullet to Delhi ” said Jagdish pointing to a tele-booth near by.Yaamini decides to read a magazine she found at nearby shop.Two minutes later while looking at people’s faces she senses something, something which invokes a cautious instinct within her, conspicuously she sees a Asura from a distance of about fifty meters.Her eyes immediately tries to locate Jagdish, realizing she is there alone, she meticulously removes the Osiris from the bag.Seeing her with Osiris the Asura gets intimidated but still prepares to attack her with his arbiter.

In a flash of second he waves his arbiter on her only to find that she blocks his arbiter by her osiris.At this point of time all she could hear was Jalandhara’s voice inside her head saying “When we get our powers our senses enhances multi-fold making us more powerful than others”Yaamini immediately retaliates with her osiris making the Asura move aback.”I see” says the Asura giving wicked smile “You are stronger than I anticipated”.Yaamini however feels braver with each mockery made of her.Asura sees the bravery that of a true angel in her eyes which in turn spurs his ego.Furiously he brings on his full strength to attack.Yaamini however , maintains her focus.She nabs Asura by his robe and pulls it with Osiris which makes him fall on ground.Without wasting any further time she immediately strikes Asura with her Osiris turning him into dust.”Huh !! I never found this robe fascinating, sad, this fashion disaster of Parlok costed him his life” Yaamini’s Sassy comeback.

“I heard a thunder and saw lightning from a distance, what happened here?” asked Jagdish.”Yeah , about that...I may have killed one of your kind” replied Yaamini.”How come people around didn’t see anything?” asked Jagdish.”I don’t know but it seemed like when we fought we went into different dimension all together” said Yaamini.”Thats weird, but anyhow, are you okay?” asked Jagdish “Yeah, I’m fine”.”That was incredible if that’s what you wanna know” said Jagdish.”Oh come on now” said Yaamini.

They boarded a bus to Shimla.”Eight hours now” said Jagdish.An hour into the journey and Yaamini was already feeling bored.”Let’s play a game” said Yaamini.”Sure” said Jagdish Yawning.”Okay so here it is , I say a word and you say any word relating to it that pops up in your head first”.”Okay” said Jagdish.”Ice-cream”.”Really?” said Jagdish.”Well, okay that can be accepted,Let’s move ahead”said Yaamini.”Bullet”.”Manali”.”Good , you’re getting better at this”said Yaamini.”Food”.”Indian”.”Job”.”Awesome”.”Friend”.”Bruno”.”Girlfriend”.”Never”.”Yaakshini”.”Jalandhara”.”Yaamini”.”Jagdish”.There was an un-announced silence between them.They kept staring at each other , and time froze.

P.S: To catch up with the previous parts here is the link

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