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greyskyflowers · 3 months ago

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I really want something where Crystal and Charles see all of Edwins memories. Maybe Crystal is trying some new stuff with her powers and accidently drags Charles with her into Edwin's memories.

Some of it flashes by quick. His childhood, the years with Charles before they met Crystal, the cat king, Monty, a majority of Port Townsend.

Some of it drags by. His death, hell, meeting Charles, hell again, Esther, Niko.

She knows Charles kind of has an idea of what to expect but knowing and seeing are two different things.

Crystal can't even watch most of it. Crouching down and covering her eyes, crying and occasionally making a sound like she was going to be sick.

They can't make any changes, of course, and they can't talk to anyone. These things have already happened and they're just watching them but Charles breaks her heart.

He bounces between furious and devastated.

He walks around the boys holding Edwin down to sacrifice him like he's looking for an opening, around and around restlessly. He knows, even better than she does, that he can't do anything.

Hell is even worse. Charles is clearly upset but he's not surprised, a grim determination that has him trailing after Edwin like a shadow. He keeps up with Edwin, running with him through the hallways and making himself watch each time it all starts over. He runs back to find the new Edwin and sticks close again, right beside him or behind him. He doesn't get in the way or try to stop it, he can't do anything so he's trying to provide a comfort that Edwin can't feel.

He sits with Edwin when he finds a place to hide, just watching him. Sometimes he talks. She can't hear what he's saying but she can guess.

Sometimes the demon doesn't kill Edwin right away and he isn't hiding so much as trying to find a place to curl up and die. Charles follows, sometimes circling him like he had when they saw the boys who sacrificed him.

She doesn't understand why he's making himself watch it all. How can he watch it when Crystal can barely tolerate just the sounds?

She's never seen him so focused. She thinks he might have forgotten she's even here.

Ghosts bleed here, they can feel and, the last thing Edwin felt as a living being was hands holding him down and the last thing he truely felt while dead would have been the last time the demon ripped him apart before he escaped hell. No wonder he's less bothered by iron than Charles. Iron is nothing compared to this.

She wants to tell Charles to come over to her. Tell him to stop watching, god why is he watching?

She knows why though, because he needs to know. Usually the mind can conjure up things much worse than reality but she thinks that neither of them could have imagined something like this. She knows Charles saw some of it when he went to get Edwin the second time but it wasn't a lot. He and Edwin were both tight-lipped when it came to hell, other than Edwin mentioning it vaguely here and there, usually in arguments.

He passes her again as he follows Edwin, again and again, and she goes to yell at him but she stops. His jaw is clenched the way he does it when he's truely furious, and his mouth is a thin line.

Charles can be scary when he's angry, especially when he's angry because someone has hurt Edwin. He would never hurt her but there's a cautiousness to how she speaks to him when he gets like this. Forget the cricket bat, he looks like he'd throw himself at the demon with just his nails and teeth if he could.

The memories go on and he's just as restless during Edwin's second trip to hell, only relaxing when he appeared in the memory.

Watching Esther is hard, Charles doesn't move during this one, just stands by the table Edwin is stuck on and stares.

This one is different and she thinks it because Charles was here for this one. She knows he's in the kitchen, kept in place with an iron collar and stuck listening to Edwin scream.

Crystal loses track of them as she sees Niko in the corner and sudden she needs to see it. She can feel Charles look over at them as Niko dies on the floor but he stays where he is until Edwin is up and next to Niko too.

More memories slip by until they're suddenly thrown back into the real world.

It's jarring, like something smacked them on the back of their heads. It takes them a minute for the world to stop spinning and their thoughts to reform. It's been seconds, maybe a minute, since they'd been thrown into the memories. Crystal feels like she's aged 10 years.

She does think she understands Charles a lot more now. She knows she's going to be reluctant to let Edwin off somewhere by himself, not that Charles would let him.

Edwin looks nervous, looking at them then the floor and back up to them again. He straightens the ends of his sleeves the way he does when he needs something to do with his hands and then he starts to press against each other. He must have a good idea of what happened and what they probably saw.

She remembers one of the deaths where he had ended up close to where she's been curled up. The way he laid on his side and just stared at the wall, quiet and accepting, the way tears rolled down his face and he just kept bleeding. Until he didn't anymore and Charles took off without a word to go find the new him again.

Niko is beside him and looks at both Charles and her with big eyes. She wonders what they look like, if they look any different to her and Edwin.

Charles makes a vague stangled noise beside her, makes a move towards Edwin, and she takes a deep breath.

Right. Okay, she and Niko need to leave. Like, right now. She has a feeling that the boys need to have a very long talk. And just cling to each other for awhile.

She grabs Niko, who looks at Edwin to see if he wants her to stay but he shakes his head just enough for her to let Crystal get them both out the door and away.

As they're leaving, she wonders what she'd do if someone had shown her Niko's death over and over. She looks at the other girl, who still looks worried but gives Crystal a little smile.

Maybe they need to have a talk too.

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Two side notes:

*Currently living for the idea of Charles and Crystal going feral over Edwin and Niko being hurt. And vice versa.

*You know when dogs/wolves circle something over and over, like they're trying to herd it or just watching from all sides? Idk for some for some reason I just picture that from Charles in certain situations. Especially when he can't do anything. Just circling it over and over like eventually he'll see something, find a way to do something.

#dead boy detectives #payneland #charles rowland #edwin paine #dbda #palasaki #niko sasaki #crystal palace #solving cases with greyskyflowers

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mephistopheleswasrobbed · 2 months ago

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I'm back with episode 4 of Peaceful Property and our boys are starting to be quite solid, so let's go!

They're not fighting anymore this week (although I suspect they might bring that back next week when things get personal for Peach) but they're still doing their good old couple bickering.

(I wish to personally congratulate whomever came up with this line. It's perfect.)

Pangpang's commenters are also still shipping, though they were mostly preoccupied with criticizing her and the government, this week.

They keep just being around each other. Sitting closer than neccessary, standing closer than neccessary.

They clearly find comfort in each others presence and constantly seek it out, sticking together for large parts of this episode.

They were this close to cuddling on that couch while the others were doing their own stuff. (And Home is truely not disproving the bi allegations with the way he's sitting? here)

Even when Peach cooks, Home, instead of helping/bothering the others is, of course, sticking with Peach (and racking up the ghost's energy bill)

Peach laughs at Home's stupid joke. That's like THE ultimate sign of a crush (or so I'm told).

In general they're so touchy this episode.

Starting off by holding hands when running from the alledged ghost.

(Btw, can we talk about the way Home looks at Peach here, because damn)

And after Peach injuries his ankle they get even touchier. Home is immediately the one who keeps carrying Peach around but even when he's not doing that they've got their hands on each other,

he's got a hand on Peach's back,

or an arm around his shoulder.

Through all of it Home's so gentle with Peach. Very sweet.

(And don't think I didn't catch your hand when you were checking on Peach ('s peach), Home!)

Discussing Pangpang's recent behavioural changes while casually fighting over a blanket. It seems they have taken her comment about them being the parents to heart. Also Home is the one who brings it up which goes to show that he's really been paying attention, trying to learn about his new companions just like shady uncle told him to in ep 2.

Appropriately, their fight ends with them sharing the blanket, so.

They're both so protective of the other this episode.

Peach especially. He's so far been mostly cowering behind his sister or Home, but this episode he kind of takes on the role of protector. He is, after all the only one who has experience seeing ghosts, so now that the other three are seeing a "ghost" for the first time and are quite distressed by it, he steps up to take charge of the group. Deciding when to leave situations and making sure everyone's safe. Notably he physically pulls Home (and only Home) along to run away TWICE this episode. The first time in the aforementiond hand holding moment and the second time when they run away, shortly before the shelf incident.

Home gets his turn to be protective after Peach gets hurt. I've already discussed how he immediately takes it upon himself to carry Peach around and sticks to his side for the rest of the night, but he's also not about to just let it go that Mr. Magician hurt his man, even after he tells them his (admittedly very sad, even my reservations about Foei couldn't stop me from shedding a couple of tears) sob-story.

(Sure Home, "friend")

Peach has become somewhat of a chaotic-rich-boy handler.

They're functioning as a team now, complementing each other and Peach is here to bring the level-headedness when Home get's a little too worked up. Cause if Home is going to listen to anyone, it's Peach.

They have achieved the crucial step in relationship closeness of nonverbal communication.

(this is admittedly where still images can't fully capture my point but trust me bro, it's happening) (also admittedly, there's no exclusivity here. Some nonverbal communication is happening between many constellations of their team this episode, showing that they've all gotten closer. But it's an important milestone in their relationship nontheless so I'm bringing it up)

Home notices Peach shaking when cooking and he's worried about him. (He had already witnessed the shaking last episode when Peach was making noodles in their office so he knows it's a pattern and not a one-time thing) It is in fact his biggest worry right now, as we find out when he's talking to Kan on the phone, and Suradech in the bath for some reason.

Speaking of that scene, he does get a little flirty with Kan over the call but even he admit's he's joking.

What he's not joking about is that he's happy that their group has clicked and from what we see this episode and the fact that he goes immediately back to worrying about him, I think it's safe to say he's mostly thinking about Peach when he says this.

In the first place, there was never really any major problem between anyone else, so it truely is this newfound closeness between Home and Peach that brings harmony to their little family.

Of course, while her brother and Home are off in their own world, Pangpang sticks with Kan. She is unfortunately a little too busy with her own insecurities to get much flirting done this week, but you can't convince me she wasn't a little turned on by Kan when she threatened to sue the "ghost".

Again, this week we leave the episode with a little nugget of extra Home and Peach sitting very close, bickering and flirting in the credits.

TayNew's chemistry is coming through in full force in these moments. I'm half convinced the director told them to just be themselves when they filmed the end credit bits.

#peaceful property #peaceful property the series #i laughed so long and loud when they showed suradech in the bath my mom who was in a different room got annoyed

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grippingbeskar · 1 year ago

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chapter four - fitted

warnings— canon typical violence, swearing, a slow slow build up and it’s painful i hate it here.

a/n— thanks for all the support guys!!! i’m trying to get these up as quick as i can, because i feel like this will read better if it’s all done together but that’s okay!!! we will get there! also i didn’t realise how short this chapter was i’m sorry next one coming super fast i promise xx.

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“Can you just run me through it one more time?” You ask, eyes unsure of where to land. The man in front of you bites back a sigh, and you remind yourself to actually pay attention this time.

“All you have to do is walk up the stairs. You’ll kneel in front of the Armourer, and the King will stand at your side. She’ll say the phrases, and you repeat them.” You swallow, already having forgotten what you were supposed to say. “This is before you meet the King and say your offical vows.”

“Right. And that… that was happening in the…” He isn’t able to hold back his sigh this time, though he keeps himself in check The people here seem to respect you— or tolerate you enough that they’ve become accustomed to your presence.

“The greenhouse. It’s our most secluded area. It will be safe for him then, to reveal himself to you and intertwine the two halves of a whole that is your union.” You choke, spluttering the bottle of water you were sipping on.

“I’m— I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, you are in love. In Mandalorian custom, this is what is etched in the Old Way. You are to become part of his clan, in a more intimate way than anyone ever will.” Love. Stars fucking help you.

“And he agreed to… that?”

“It is expected.” The man finishes, and your mind freezes up like you’ve down a glass of blue milk too quick. “Are you alright, my lady?”

“Yeah! Yep. Super… that’s all— so great! Very much in love. I actually have to— go. I have to go and do something. I’ll be back—“ You were basically running now, despite the man’s protests, the door shutting behind you when you were already halfway down the hall.

It was too much.

Tomorrow, you’d be marrying him— joining a way of life you knew frighteningly little about, and now you were just supposed to… to see him? With anyone else, it would of been the first thing you’d done, but with him it feels like a way bigger deal. You know it is. You can’t help but feel like an imposter… like you’re stealing something from him he clearly does not want to give. Something that should belong to someone he truely cared about… not part of some contract.

The way he talked about it that day in the city, as brief as the conversation was, you could tell he cared. You hardly knew him, but you could read him better now. He actually wasn’t that hard to understand once you’d watched him for a little— his body language betrayed him too often. You imagined under that helmet he made all kinds of faces, unable to hide the emotion that you almost knew flashed across it.

It was hard not to think of what was under there. Often. Too often to be simple curiosity.

When you finally see the door to your room, you were about ready to pass out, but a giant shiny metal blockade slammed into you just as you rounded the corner.

“Fucking hell!” You shout, your palm flying to your now throbbing head. “I swear I’m gonna get you a bell or something. Stars.”

He laughs quickly, the sound soothing the ache in your head, but it’s gone too soon. When you come to, your eyes opening, it’s a sight for sore eyes. The gentle stream of moonlight coming from the hallway bathes the silver armour in a soft white, the beskar lined floors twinkling like stars.

“I was looking for you. You need to come with me— the Armourer wants to see you.” You try not to groan, your eyes closing again. “She needs to choose your armour. For tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. Your wedding day. And induction into the way of the Mandalorian. Of course. That.

“Right— okay, I can… let’s go. Lead the way.” You sigh, going to take a step. He surprises you when he reaches out, gentle hands wrapping around your wrists.

The gesture stops you in your tracks, breath catching in your lungs. He scans you, helmet moving slowly across your features while his hands bring your own away from your face. The exhaustion you were just feeling seems to seep out of you the longer his attention is undivided on your eyes, adrenaline rushing to your heart.

He was so overwhelming. He took up every tiny space in your vision and your mind when he was looking at you. It was impossible to think straight around him. You were too busy thinking of… of the way his hands were tight but gentle, something you could easily get out of if you wanted to. You also think about how you… don’t want to get out of his hold. Not anytime soon.

“How long has it been since you slept?” He asks, his voice as gentle as his hands holding you in place.

“Do I look that bad?” You try to joke, and his head just tilts. It’s not one of his ‘okay, you got me there’ head tilts either. No, this one is more… calculating. Systematic. Not very fun. “I don’t know— I just got up early this morning. We’re getting married tomorrow, and apparently there’s a lot more planning involved than I thought.”

“You don’t sleep well here.” He was still holding you. You flexed your fingers, knuckles brushing lightly against the cool chest plate of his hard armour. “These past few weeks, you haven’t slept.”

“I have! I just…” Your shoulders sag, but you manage to keep looking into the black lines of his helmet. It was weird to think his eyes were right under there. “I don’t sleep well anywhere. It’s not just Mandalore. Scouts Honour.”

“I don’t know what that is.” You laugh, and somehow a small conversation with him wakes you up enough to snark back.

“Yeah. Hard to imagine you as a Boy Scout.” He says nothing about how he knows you haven’t slept, but instead holds you there for just a second longer. In the silence, you try to imagine what he’s thinking.

If he wasn’t buried under a helmet, you would think this was a move. A way to pull you closer, hands at his chest, so he could easily lean down to kiss you. But him being…him, he must just really be examining you. Studying you.

Your palms were sweating a little, and he finally lets you go, air whooshing back into your body when he steps away.

“We’ll be quick.” He says simply, leading you towards the end of the hall. You shuffle behind him, your fingers wrapping around the small part of your wrist where his gloves held you. The skin tingles, and you shove your hands in your pockets after that, refusing to look at them.

Din watched you. He found himself doing that a lot these days. You stick to the edge of the room, not nervous or intimidated, but it’s like you were trying to respect the space.

The Armorer had managed to get the Forge looking in some what good condition— at the very least, she was back to what she did best. Making armour that would protect the next generation of Mandalore.

“Din Djarin. You have what I requested?” She speaks, and you watch curiously, taking a step forward as he hands over a stack of beskar ingots. The choice was clear— if you were going to stand with him, you’d be in nothing but the best of what he had to offer.

When the Armourer calls your name, you step forward, your eyes flitting between the giant metal sphere of the Forge and the stack of beskar Din just handed over.

“You are to take the helm. To join Din Djarin as a part of his clan. Do you accept the offer presented?” She asks, her voice the same monotone it always it. When he looks back to you, you weren’t focused on any of the parts of the room. No, you were staring straight at him.

“Din Djarin.” You try the words out in your tongue. He never told you his name. Something sinks in his gut at that, and the fact that you never asked. “I’ve never heard a name like that before.”

“Do you accept?” The Armorer repeats, and you finally look away. He can’t help but feel confused— the way his gut twists and his hands clench even at the memory of the way you say his name. He wants to hear you more— wants to ask you questions like you do to him so freely. Instead, he stays quiet.

“Yeah— yes. I accept.” You say the last part as a question, looking to him. When he nods, you repeat it more firm. The confidence clings to you well. It suits you.

As the Armourer works, he remembers what his people were saying about you in the city. How you were fitting to the planet so well, it’s like you were born here. You had a way to never seem out of place— not like he was when he first came. Everything that took him so long to figure out, you navigated with ease.

They were right. It did suit you— the planet, the beskar… everything.

They were right about something else, too. The part Din conveniently left out when you asked him what he’d heard through the helmets’ receiver. Those women in the city… they couldn’t stop speaking of how beautiful you were.

Din swallowed. Of course he’d… noticed. It was impossible not to. You were a princess— now a Queen, always dressed in glowing colours, your hair flowing freely, a wild look about you like you’d just as easily spend your days navigating Hoth as you did sorting paperwork.

When he’d first seen you, his mouth had gone dry. He thought it was because he knew what was to come— the inevitable marriage, the closeness that would ensue. But looking at you now, being fitting into pauldrons of armour, he realised it may not be the dresses or the winning royal decor— it might just be because those women were right. You were beautiful.

“This is the Way.” The Armourer recites, and takes back the pieces of beskar to place them in the Forge. “The suit will be ready for tomorrow.”

Din nods, his chest tight at the reality. Tomorrow, you would be his wife. He’d bring you into his clan, a part of his planet, potentially tying himself to you for the rest of his life.

He turned and left the room without another word.

You were pacing. The small balcony attached to your room didn’t allow you a lot of room to move, but you needed to get this nervous energy out.

You’d already holo’ed Kaylen, four times in the past hour, and as many times as she’d offered the best advice she could, there was only so much she could do. No matter how many well placed words she chimed down the line, you were still getting married tomorrow.

It was stupid. You’d pictured this day— all kinds of ways, really. A practical part of you had imagined something like this. Alone, a man you couldn’t put a face to, just as reluctant as you are standing at the end of the isle. You knew it was coming, but a part of you was still holding onto that stupidly fragile sliver of hope that you’d marry someone you…loved.

It wasn’t that you were upset about who you were marrying, though. Just the circumstances. In fact, the past few weeks have made you think that in another world, where you were given the time, you could even see yourself growing to like… Din.

Din. That was his name. Another part of the mystery unfurled. When the Armorer had called it out, a thrill rushed through you, and you’d felt like you’d been let in on some giant secret. You weren’t going to ask— not that you didn’t want to know, but it was more about the conversation you had with him on that first day. To give his heart was to give his trust. He was already giving up so much of himself when he clearly didn’t want to. His name was his, and it would come when he was ready. Or, apparently, when the Armourer was ready.

Just as you were going to crawl back inside and attempt to get some sleep, a familiar voice called you out. When your head shot around, you couldn’t see him straight away, and you could not believe he’d snuck up on you again. But where the hell was he—

He called your name again, and you looked up and to the right.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes widened, seeing him lean over a much larger balcony, helmet tilted to the side. “How long have you been up there?”

“I live here.” You sigh loudly.

“Right...”

“You still aren’t sleeping.” He says, something in his voice making you feel the same way as when he was holding your wrists in the corridor.

That’s how he knew.

“You’ve been watching me?”

“I could hear you pacing.” The helmet tilts to the other side, every one of his movements slow and calm.

“Sorry.” You look outwards, the dark midnight of the planet obscuring the entire city. It was almost impossible to see any of the swirling stars and expanding buildings from here. The only person you could see was Din.

“Don't apologise. I was already awake.” You laugh tiredly at that, looking back up to him. “Are you still…okay, going through with this?”

“Scared I’m going to leave you at the altar?” The quiet response you don’t receive makes you feel a little guilty. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”

He shifts on his feet. Even this far away you can read his body language. How his hands clench at his sides, his legs stand straight and boots turned inwards, like he's preparing for a hit that won't come. It nearly makes you smile. Another little bit of mystery unfolded for your eyes only.

“I was meaning to tell you. I heard back from my friend in the Outer Rim. She may be able to tell you about some of the serial codes if you can identify the droids. We would have go to her, though. She doesn’t travel much. And she's paranoid about working with me over comms.” You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, and you feel entirely selfish.

Of course. Your parents. The droids that your father was interested in. You’d been swept up in it— in him. He was taking every slice of your attention, occupying every inch of your mind, there’d been moments where you’d forgotten your purpose here.

“Of course! When can we go?!” You are suddenly wide awake, leaning over the railing and stretching to look up at him.

“We could tomorrow, after the… ceremony. We have time before things are settled. We could see if there’s a lead. When you return to your home, you follow it and report back. Once we have numbers, I’ll talk to Bo-Katan.” Stars— real hope was building in your chest, and it was all thanks to him.

“Thankyou, Din. You don’t… you don’t know how much that means to me.” You’d been searching what felt like your entire short reign for something… anything that could lead you to your parents murderers. The New Republic scrapped anything related to the Empire, and anyone that knew anything was definitely not going to speak to a new ruler of a powerful planet. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“If you do what you said you would— help my people recover what we have lost, there’s no debt.” With the short words, he turns around, and you lose sight of the face of the helmet you’d started to actually like. “Try to sleep.”

“Yeah…” You fade off as he disappears, something in your heart telling you to call after him.

You don’t know why. There’s nothing left to say. He’s doing exactly what he said, and there’s no reason to continue this very professional conversation—

“One more thing.” He calls, and you nearly trip yourself with how fast you turn back around. “It would be good if we keep this trip between us. People can get… uncomfortable, with Empire technology. We don’t want to spook anyone with information off.”

“Sounds like a plan, Din Djarin.” He keeps staring down at you, helmet masked in the dim light of the planets moons.

“You keep saying my name.” He says it, but it doesn't sound like he's angry. Almost like he just wants to know why.

“I’m planning to wear it out, considering how much you wanted to keep it from me.” Even from a level up, you can hear him breathe out— and then he laughs. Just once, and the sound makes you stand up on your toes, like you’re leaning towards it.

“Goodnight.” He says, then disappears, the lock of his door sounding obnoxiously loud.

You wanted to ask him more questions. Listen to his voice— the low, vibrating tone of it soothing your screaming thoughts. He was right, of course. You knew first hand how quickly people shut down when being questioned on old tech. Only, people knew your face, and would dismiss your questions.

But now you had something; someone new on your side. And not a single person in the galaxy knew he was coming but you.

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years ago

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Love In The Bureau 5/?

They hadn’t seen one another in 8 years until her boss decided to leave, leaving the position of Team Leader up for grabs. Kate wasn’t the happiest when she found out who it was, but maybe something can change this time round...

Enemies to friends to lovers. CM level violence. AU!

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"Eyes up, guys. He could be in here anywhere." Jess told them through comms.

For the last three hours, she had been planning everything with the team. Financial records had flagged on her computer from an old case. So, with the help of the BAU, she'd finally found a real identity of a person on the inner circle of a cartel in Virginia.

Spencer was sat in one of the booths with JJ, across from Rossi - to any passer by, they were just a couple meeting the parents, and the way they were talking, it was clearly JJ's stepdad introducing his daughter and son-in-law to his new girlfriend who was clearly late. Emily was sat by the bar, sipping on a martini, virgin obviously, and Luke sat at the other end of the bar, 'eyeing' Emily up.

And in the other corner of the bar, sat side by side, facing one another were Kate and Dean. Clearly, on a date. To anyone else's mind, anyway.

Dean's hand lay gently with care and affection on Kate's leg, leaning in a little. Her doing the same, keeping his eye contact.

Neither had spoken since that night. Not properly, anyhow.

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Jess had given them their tasks. Their roles that they would be playing later tonight. And it was safe to say that Dean and Kate couldn't feel more awkward.

They were stood inside the locker rooms, the only thing between them being a block of lockers as they got dressed into their 'date' outfit.

Jess had said with them being close it would be the most believable. And everyone else agreed. Away from the feelings, simply when they stood by one another, they looked like a couple. Hell, a couple of cops had thought they were dating when they went to help out. One even thought they were married.

"Well, you bicker like it." They had told them when they found out they were just friends.

But now, here they stood, getting changed and the silence couldn't have been more defening.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Dean asked her eventually.

"Why wouldn't I be? I've gone undercover before."

"Kate."

Kate knew all too well what he was actually talking about.

"It's a job, Dean. We're co-workers, aren't we?"

"Is that all we are?" He asked, his voice a little on the harsher side.

"It's all we can be."

"Says who?"

"Why would we be anything different?" Kate asked him.

They were now both dressed. "Kate, we both know what happened-"

"Nothing happened."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

"Nothing. Happened." Kate reiterated. "Zip me up?"

Kate turned around, moving her hair out of the way, not once looking him in the eye. Dean was a little...confused? Disappointed?

They had been friends and now she couldn't even look him in the eye? Had it truely been that bad?

It took him a few seconds but he zipped her up. She moved her hair back, not once turning around. She continued walking, picking up her bag, closing her locker and making a B-line for the door ahead.

"Kate-"

Dean tried to call out after her but she didn't say much. Didn't say anything at all. Just kept walking.

~ ~ ~

"Got him." Luke said through comms as he lifted his drink.

Dean could see the door from where he was sat. "Eyes open. He's not alone."

"What?" Jess asked. She was across the street in a small apartment with Garcia and a couple other Agents.

"Don't look now, but our guy has clocked you."

Dean shifted his eyes to the second entrance of the resturant. He was looking around but there was that look in his eyes. He knew someone was here.

"Got him." Dean spoke in a low voice, never once making eye contact with anyone else other than Kate. "I'm gonna do something and you can yell at me later. Just follow my lead."

Kate nodded and quickly found Dean's hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. It was soft. It was more than a peck - it was a kiss. Part of it made Kate dizzy by the time he pulled away.

Dean took her hand in his, standing up. "Let's go home." He told her. Anyone could be watching them right now. And they were. He could feel their eyes on him and Kate.

Dean walked with Kate trailing a little behind him but only for a second because a second or two later, Dean bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry, pal." Dean apologised.

The guy - Kate tried not to react. They guy was their guy. The guy who they had been looking for.

"Don't worry about it." He said, clearly supressing annoyance. After all, it had been an accident. Hadn't it?

Dean looked back to Kate, pulling her closer, an arm now around her as they continued walking until they got outside.

"Are you okay?" Kate played along as they walked away.

As they finally made it outside, they crossed over the road and circled the building until they found the back exit to the apartment building and found their way inside to Jess and Garcia.

"Garcia, track this chip." Dean told her, handing over a small piece of paper with it's coding on.

"You chipped him?" Kate asked, now understanding why Dean had 'bumped' into him.

Dean looked to her and nodded quickly before looking back to the screen, a hand on the desk whilst the other was at the back of Garcia's chair.

"They knew we were coming. He brought a friend. And-"

"Guys, who's got eyes on him?" Alvez asked.

"I don't know, he was here a second-" Emily began before JJ cut her off.

"Kitchen."

The following five minutes were filled with the evacuations and arrests.

"We don't have anything concrete to-" Jess now began as Alvez made the arrest of the second guy.

"What would you call that Prentiss?" Alvez asked, showing a bag of white powder.

"Well, I'd call that cocaine."

"Or maybe we do." Jess now said, hearing the conversation.

Meanwhile, Kate stood in the small bedroom behind a changing screen whilst Garcia sat on the bed, going through the black gym bag by her side that belonged to Kate, handing her her change of clothes.

"So what happened back there?" Garcia smiled.

Kate could hear her smile through her words.

"What do you think happened?"

Garcia still had a smile prominent on her face. "Well, I think our hunk of a team leader just kissed you in one of the most romantic ways possible. Well, romantic for being in the field."

"Penn."

"What? Hey, I saw it all through the security camera's. I'd call it romantic." Penelope told her, handing her a t-shirt. "So, what was it like?"

"Penelope!"

"Come on. Humor me. Please?"

Kate sighed. "It was...nice."

"Nice? He kisses you and all you can say is, it was nice?"

"Fine, more than nice. I don't know what else to say, Pen. He's...He's my Boss. I can't exactly call it the best kiss of my life."

Penelope stopped moving, her mind ticking over. And then Kate came out, now fully dressed.

"Oh my, god."

Kate stuffed her dress into the bag, not making eye contact with Penny.

"What?"

"You like him."

"What?" Kate asked again.

Penelope laughed. "Oh, you really like him."

"I've got to go."

"See you later. Say hi to lover boy for me."

Kate shut the door behind her, Garcia now turning back, talking to herself.

"Oh, she really, really likes him." Penny laughed to herself for a moment before it faded into a content smile.

~ ~ ~

The pair laughed, their eyes landing on each others. They had been holding eye contact the entire conversation but something about this felt different. More...deeper. Deeper than just two co-workers talking in the dim lights of the empty office...

They kissed.

They were kissing.

It was soft. Slow. Meaningful, romantic, calm and a little scary all at once. But they were kissing.

And neither had ever had a kiss like it.

It was a kiss that was only ever in movies. Or read about in books.

Neither had any idea that it could exist in real life.

And as they pulled back, needing air, their heads rested together, both unable to open up their eyes.

Niether had realised their hands had landed together, either. Holding each other with a gentle yet firm grip. They were safe. And safer together.

However, after a content silence passed over them, they both heard a noise causing them to jump. Kate more so.

"It's okay, it's just the printer shutting off." Dean assured her.

Kate was now stood, her hand still in Dean's as he sat. And suddenly all her emotions began to overwhelm her.

"I-I shouldn't - I - I'm sorry."

Kate dropped Dean's hand, moving to grab her jacket, shoving it on. "I- I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Kate. It's okay. I kissed you. I - is everything okay?"

"What? Yeah. Yeah, fine. M' fine. I- I have to go."

"Wait, Kate-"

Dean reached out, taking her hand in his again. "Kate. What's wrong? Did I do something? I'm sorry if I-"

Kate shook her head. "No. It - I -- You're my...I need to go."

"Shouldn't we talk-"

"I'll see you in a few days." Kate cut him off, grabbing her bag and making her way to the elevator. But Dean seemed glued to the stop where he stood, watching her scurry away.

"Kate? Kate?!"

But no answer. Kate just hit the close door button and sped away as quick as she could.

Everything in her told her to go back to him. Everything in her wanted to go back to him. So why was she running? Everyone on the team thought they were together. Everyone who they met when stood by one another thought they were dating. Hell, she'd be kidding herself if she said she hadn't thought about it once or twice over the years. Especially in the last year or so.

And it hadn't seemed so bad. It didn't now. So, why was she running?

Dean called her every few hours over the following days they had off. She had gotten out of there so quickly, he didn't really know how to respond. So, he told her it was okay. And that they should talk. If she wanted to forget it, he would. All she would have to do is give him the word and it was done.

But he didn't. He didn't want to forget. He wanted to keep that memory forever. Hell, it kept him awake every night after.

But the longer time went on, the more awkward it got. They wouldn't stay in the room with one another more than five minutes. It was worse than when they hated each other. Mostly because every urge was making them want to yell from the rooftops to stay, but they wouldn't.

But that all changed the moment Jess came back into the picture with her mission.

~ ~ ~

"The chip can only track him so many miles." Dean told Jess. "Once he's out of it - or changes clothes - we've lost him."

"How'd you know he'd be the one to get away?"

"Same way I know Kate hasn't killed me yet." Dean answered, Jess giving a small questioning look. "Luck."

"Ah."

Dean nodded and looked back to the screen.

It took a few hours but eventually they got a hold of him again. And, with luck, their target hadn't changed clothes as of yet.

"Where is he?" Dean asked, barging through Garcia's office door.

"National City Bank."

"Okay, text that location to the team. I'll call SWAT."

An hour later, they were stood outside the bank, their guy inside doing god-knows-what. All they knew was that people were inside and one of the tellers were locked in the managers room with him.

Meanwhile, outside SWAT was getting ready and Garcia was sat inside the van, hacking into the bank's security so they could get a good eye on what they were dealing with. However, as they were about to go in, Jess following Dean, he stuck his arm out stopping her in her tracks. As much as she had the field experience - he wasn't ready to see her go.

"Wha-"

"If this goes sideways, I don't want to be the one calling Sam." Dean told her.

"Dean, I'll be fine."

"No. Stay in the van with Garcia."

"Dean-"

"Jess-"

"Dean. No."

Dean shook his head. "Jess, I've already lost enough people. I'm not losing you, too."

It took a few moments, but with a reluctant sigh, Jess stepped back. Only, as she did, Kate came out from the van strapping on her vest.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Starbucks?"

Kate tightened her vest before checking her holster.

"Kate-"

Sighing, Kate looked up to Dean. "Look, you still need a secondary and Garcia needs Jess' help anyway. Look into all the financials. There's a reason he wanted the clerk and not the manager. If anyone can find it, it's you." Kate said, looking to Jess.

And, with a small smile, Jess looked to her brother-in-law and leaned in a little, her arms folded across her chest. "She's good for you."

Kate didn't hear this since she was too busy focusing on checking her gun.

As the van door shut behind Jess, Dean walked over to Kate.

"I'm not letting you go in there. Kate, if anything happens to you-"

Kate gave a small chuckle. "Aww, it's cute you think you've got a say in that."

"I do have a say in that. I'm your Team Leader."

Kate sighed, finishing tightening her gear, she looked up to Dean. Her eyes strong.

"Yeah, well, you still need a seocndary and Prentiss and Alvez are dealing with the public whilst JJ deals with the press since Garcia is stuck in the van and Rossi is helping out the cops. And you were the one that trained me."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "For six months."

"You still trained me." Kate pointed out. "I'm your best option. Now, shall we get to it?"

It took a few moments longer than either of them liked but Dean eventually backed down. "Alright."

They finally made their way into the building, the pair stuck side by side, SWAT getting in and helping the hostages.

Three hours later everything had been sorted. Jess could charge him under fraudulent claims and he'd be going away for a lot longer than he would have liked. People were safe.

Except for one...

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oikawaplssteponme · 4 years ago

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Hi willow 😚 so after reading your angst earlier, even after it broke me, I want more Bakugous angst BUT it ends in fluff. So I was listening to home by Catie Turner and I thought about Bakugou being on a really long mission and maybe after a month or he ends up losing contact with the reader and she starts worrying and just anxiety. But he turns up and everything is ok🙃

Pls I really had tears in my eyes in the middle of class reading your angst🥲

hi mar!! hehe that actually makes me glad that my angst broke you (though i am sorry for the pain, it hurt me too) because it means i did my job 😚. angst to fluff? say less

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Home

pairing: (Pro Hero) Katsuki Bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety, emotional breakdown, mention of death but none present

genre: angst to fluff, established relationship, aged up characters

a/n: if you’d like to read the fic that mar is talking about, it will be linked here. also the song is linked in the tittle [ the fic isn’t directly based on the song however ] :)) enjoy xx

You grabbed the suit cases from the closet and laid them down on your bed. You began to grab clothing from Bakugou’s side of the closet and placing in the suit cases. It was a familiar feeling. The folding of fabric, the locking away of memories, and the saying of goodbyes. It was all too familiar.

“Did you happen to pack my toothbrush?” asked Katsuki from the bathroom.

“Yeah I have it here.”

Bakugou came out, half dressed in his Hero costume.

“Thanks. Here, mind packing these too?” Bakugou handed you some extra t-shirts of his. You nodded, folding them and setting them in the suit case.

“So, um, did they say how long you’d be away?” You ask quietly. Bakugou sighed, wrapping his arm around you.

“No, they didn’t. Hopefully no more than a month-”

You whipped your head around to look at him with widened eyes.

“A m-month? Katsuki that’s a really long time,” you protested. He huffed, taking his arm off of you.

“I know I know, okay? This isn’t easy for either of us but I don’t have a choice.”

You sat down on the bed, burying your face into the palms of your hands. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry but clearly that was easier thought than done.

“Katsuki...”

“Hey, shh, look at me,” Bakugou moved your hands down from your face. He wiped your stray tears.

“I promise it’s gonna go by so fast. I’ll call you as much as I can and even write if I have to. It’s gonna be fine.”

“W-What if something happens? What if you get hurt? Katsuki I don’t know what I would do if-” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your own sentence.

Instead, you pulled Bakugou towards you. He held you tightly, rubbing your back as he whispered that everything would be okay. You continued to cry into his shoulder, gripping onto the fabric of his Hero costume. You didn’t know when the next time would be when he could hold you like this.

“Nothing is gonna happen. I’m gonna come home in one piece and you’re gonna be here, as perfect as when I left. Okay?”

Bakugou honestly didn’t believe himself, but he had to make it look like he did for your sake. He truely didn’t know if he would be okay. This mission was nothing like he’d ever been on before. Stakes were high, and he worried about you most of all.

“O-Okay.”

You zipped up the suit cases and rolled them to the door. Bakugou laced up his shoes, finally fully dressed and ready to go.

You went back into the bedroom, searching in the dresser for the picture. On every mission, no matter how small, Katsuki has a small photo of you tucked in the left side of the ‘x’ design of his costume. He kept the picture of you right were his heart was.

You snatch the small photo and ran back to Bakugou, who now had his suit cases in hand.

“You almost forgot,” you whispered. Bakugou smiled.

“Thank you baby.”

You carefully slid the photo right were Bakugou wanted it. You looked up at him, again trying not to cry. Bakugou let go of his suit cases, giving you one final hug.

“I’ll be back before you know it. I love you Y/N.”

“Please be safe. I love you too.”

In the first few days that Bakugou had been gone, he kept his promise. He called you every day from pay phones, burner phones, or just anything he could while still maintaining yours and his safety. Some days he would call for two minutes, others for two hours. All that mattered was that you heard his breathing on the other side of the line.

As those days turned to weeks, Bakugou’s calls soon declined. You were lucky if you got a one minute call every three days. You knew he was busy, that part was understandable. Still, on the days where he didn’t call, were the nights that you didn’t sleep.

You didn’t leave home unless you had to, for fear that Bakugou would come while you were away. You wanted to be there when he came home. Everyday you stared at the front door, hoping to hear the sound of his keys on the other side. That day never came.

Two months. It had been two months since Bakugou left. You hadn’t received a call from him in a week. You began to get worried, more than before.

You paced back and forth your living room. Your television was on. Always on the news channel. You waited to see if there would be a report on the mission, though unlikely. You peaked at your cellphone every few seconds, praying that it would ring. Praying that Bakugou would be on the other line.

The second you heard the cellphone vibrate, you leaped towards it. With shaky and nervous hands, you clicked ‘answer call’.

“H-Hello?”

“Hello? Y/N?”

Your heart dropped.

“Deku? Deku, is that you?”

“Yes it’s me, I’m sorry for calling you like this-”

“Deku where is Bakugou? Why didn’t he call me?”

The other line went silent.

“Deku answer me.”

“Look Y/N I’m really not supposed to be calling you but I felt you needed to know-”

“Know what? Deku where is Katsuki? I want to talk to Katsuki.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry-”

“Izuku Midoriya where the fuck is Katsuki!?” You shouted into the phone. You heard Deku take a nervous breath in.

“Kacchan is missing.”

You didn’t realize you had dropped the phone until you heard it crack on the floor. Your legs went numb as you fell to your knees. You screamed. You screamed as if someone had just stabbed you in the heart. It honestly felt like you were dying. You wailed into your hands as your forehead was pressed onto the floor.

“Y/N we’re-gonna-find-Kacchan-” Deku’s voice was scratchy on the other line as is signal worsened.

With tear filled vision you attempted to find the phone.

“Deku please please find him-” you cried.

“We-will-”

The line dropped, causing you to lose the call. You clenched onto the phone, before throwing it away from you. You stayed in the fetal position the entire night, drowning in your own tears.

Day seventy-two without Katsuki Bakugou.

You sat on your couch, clicking through the television channels. You felt drained, hopeless. You honestly had started getting used to Katsuki being gone, which was worse of all.

Suddenly, you stumbled upon a news channel.

‘BREAKING NEWS! PRO HEROES RETURN AFTER CLOSE TO A THREE MONTH MISSION! FANS GREET THEM AS THEY STEP OFF THE PLANES-’

The second you read the screen, you were grabbing your car keys and driving to the airport.

You ran every red light. You didn’t care. The pit in your stomach was enough to make you determined to get to the airport as soon as possible. You knew exactly where they would be. They used the same landing station after each mission.

You could see the crowd of people with posters and gifts of the Heroes. You watched as Heroes stepped off of the plane. You parked and turned off your car, rushing over as fast as you could.

You dug through the crowd, trying to get to the front. You saw Deku step off the plane but still no sign of Katsuki.

“Katsuki! Katsuki!” You continually shouted his name, hoping to hear a response. As you finally broke through the crowd, you searched and scanned everywhere for him.

“Katsuki...”

Your lips began to quiver again, your hands cupped your cheeks as the world around you spun. You started to think that they never found him.

“Y/N?”

You were too scared to turn around, for fear of disappointment. You shook your head, tears falling from your eyes.

“Oh god please...”

You slowly looked over your shoulder. Standing just a few hundred feet away from you was a beaten and bruised, Katsuki Bakugou.

Never in your life had you ran so fast. You clung onto Bakugou with all your might. You sobbed into his chest, this time tears of relief.

“I thought you died...”

“I promised I would be okay. Did you doubt me?”

Bakugou wiped away your tears, then his.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Same here. I’m sorry I scared you...”

You shook your head, letting out a small laugh.

“That doesn’t matter now. What matters is that your back home.”

“That’s right. Home.”

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johannesviii · 4 years ago

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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2020

You know, when I finished my latest list and realised every decade had the same pattern and that we were slowly going towards a series of great years for pop, I didn’t realise how good that year would be.

What’s at the top? Am I boringly predictable because I already said I loved that song all the way back in January 2020? Let’s find out.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will probably be stuff in French somewhere on this post. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

So. Uh. How was your 2020?

Mine was actually surprisingly good, considering. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I can partially do from home, and I was extremely paranoid from the get-go and nobody got sick under this roof so far. Turns out I’m even better at my job from home and I got permission to work from home one day per week even after the health crisis is over! My first name was also finally officially approved and I can’t tell you how happy I feel about that. I almost feel bad to have had such a good year considering the circumstances. I feel like an asshole just because I’m happy, haha.

The only frustrating part was that I was supposed to see Hatari in concert in Paris in early April which, as you can guess, was cancelled. I’m not too mad about it though, since their tour was called “Europe will crumble” and the message saying the tour was cancelled started with “since Europe is actually crumbling due to Covid-19″ and that’s hysterical.

Good or interesting albums that came out in 2020 now, let’s see.

Nightwish released Human/Nature, which was a huge letdown compared to their previous album, but I will relisten to it at some point to make sure I wasn’t just in a bad mood that day.

The Birthday Massacre released Diamonds, which might be their weakest album since their debut, but contained some real gems (I listened to The Last Goodbye on a loop, it floored me. Flashback and Enter are also very good).

The 1975 released Notes On A Conditional Form, and let’s be real, it’s a f█cking mess. You could cut half the tracks and end up with an excellent album, but as it is it’s like, yes, a collection of notes ; however there’s some truely excellent shit on it (see unelligible songs).

Thanks to a friend on a discord server I was exposed to Dorian Electra’s music and I haven’t been quite the same ever since. I’m so happy to be alive to see other enbies making such great music with an insanely good aesthetic surrounding it and asking so many interesting questions about gender. Also the arc the ‘gentleman’ character goes through over the course of the entire tracklist of the 2020 My Agenda album is absolutely hilarious, don’t @ me.

I also discovered 100 Gecs this year. Why are most of you guys saying it’s unlistenable garbage. It’s just as abrasive and over the top as industrial music is, but with none of the edginess or drama. I love it. What the hell. But yeah Tree of Clues was released this year. Good.

Speaking of industrial, in March 2020 Nine Inch Nails were like “hey remember when we released Ghosts I-IV a decade ago entirely for free and how amazing that was? Well we’re all in lockdown and bored as hell so here’s Ghosts V-VI and it’s also free. Enjoy” and I f█cking died instantly. And it’s even better than I-IV. What the hell was that year

Jonsi released Shiver. It’s strange and highly experimental. I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing I was into hyperpop this year, otherwise going from his previous material straight to this album would have been brutal.

Yadda yadda yadda After Hours by the Weeknd good yadda yadda.

I’ve joked about that already but if you had told me in 2019 that 2020 would have fires, a pandemic, riots, monoliths appearing and disappearing, and also a super good Machine Gun Kelly album, guess which part I would have found the most ridiculous. But yeah uh. Tickets to my Downfall good

So uh this year I tried to listen to some hyperpop and liked it a lot, and I also dipped my toes timidly into screamo and listened to Svalbard, who released When I Die this year, and the entire album was a very beautiful, very intricately decorated punch to the face. It sounds like God Is An Astronaut except with a shit ton of yelling. I love it. Open Wound is my favorite track on it.

But no, despite all of this, my album of the year was from a band I had never even heard about before that year, called Spanish Love Songs. The album is titled Brave Faces Everyone and it’s line after line after line of extremely relatable generational angst but yelled with complete sincerity and it’s so propulsive and energetic you can’t help but feel both exhausted and ready to fight the entire universe. I don’t know how it works, but it’s incredible. The entire album is wonderfully brutal, so it’s kind of difficult to pick my favorite songs on it, but Beachfront Property and the title track stand out.

Unelligible songs, now, and there’s, uh, quite a few of them too so I’m also gonna use bullet points. Good lord this post is gonna be long.

First, let me say I have literally no idea why Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus wasn’t a bigger hit. It’s not on the year-end US top 100 and it feels extremely wrong. Would have made it to #4 on this list otherwise.

I still entertain the vague hope that stuff from Machine Gun Kelly will chart higher in 2021 but I doubt it will happen so I might as well tackle it now and say that Bloody Valentine and especially Forget Me Too are both excellent and that it’s a shame radios aren’t playing them more often.

Heaven by the late Avicii featuring Coldplay should have charted in 2019 and still didn’t chart in 2020 and that’s a real shame.

If the world was a bit less unfair, Lovesick Girls by Blackpink would have been a hit rather than the awful Ice Cream.

One day I will stop complaining about my bafflement concerning the lack of mainstream pop charts success of The 1975. Today is not that day. I just love how they keep making songs about extremely awkward relationships full of weird details, and I haven’t grown tired of that yet. So yeah If You’re Too Shy is about a guy who’s crush is asking him to get naked on Skype in his hotel room and he’s, uh, not too sure about that idea.

And Me & You Together is about a guy who never finds the right moment to tell his best friend he’s in love with her, and he manages to do so at the end and it’s cute as hell. My fave part is ��I'm sorry that I'm kinda queer / It's not as weird as it appears / It's 'cause my body doesn't stop me (Stop me) / Oh, it's okay, lots of people think I'm gay / But we're friends, so it's cool, why would it not be?”. Relatable as f█ck.

And now for an international hit that should have been bigger in the US and/or in my country but wasn’t: Head & Heart by Joel Corry and MNEK.

I’ve heard Nos Célébrations by Indochine extremely often on French radio for months now so I was very surprised to see that it didn’t crack the local year-end list. What happened.

I can finally hear the appeal of Bring Me The Horizon. It took me ages. And also Death Stranding. The song Ludens isn’t in the game per say, but it’s among the ones you can pick to broadcast briefly when people drive by your constructions, and long story short it's been living rent-free in my head for months now.

Phew.

It’s time for a round of Honorable Mentions for elligible songs, containing a couple of guilty pleasures, which is saying something considering the kind of shit I put on some of my previous lists.

Ne Reviens Pas (Gradur et Heuss l’Enfoiré) - Heuss is a French artist that kept baffling me while making my lists for the previous years, and I was like “??? ok, that’s it then, I guess I’m getting too old to get what teenagers find funny”. This one worked for me, though. And the music video doesn’t hurt. Really dumb and really fun.

Adore You (Harry Styles) - Perfectly good little pop song, very pleasant to listen to, never outstayed its welcome for me.

Mood (24kGoldn) - This doesn’t sound like a very good relationship, my dude, but that’s still a super pleasant song.

WAP (Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion) - This song is absolutely hilarious and I will hear no argument from any of you.

Control (Zoe Wees) - Was clearly a hit here. Should have been even bigger though. What a powerful but comfy voice. If I had better taste it would be on the list.

Hot Girl Bummer (Blackbear) - I. Uh. Listen. I keep saying I have bad taste and nobody believes me. Do you believe me now. But yeah. “F█ck you, and you, and you~, I hate your friends and they hate me too” is gonna pop in my head every single time someone is being a jerk anywhere near me now. It’s been happening all year already. Someone trashed my documents at work? Someone isn’t wearing a mask in public? That guy has filled his car with rolls of toilet paper? Brain goes “F█ck you, and you, and you~”. Every. Single. Time.

Come & Go (Juice WRLD & Marshmello ) - Damn, that’s a pretty good little song. I’ve seen plenty of people saying it’s ruined by the drop, but may I remind you I’m the person who loves Blue by Eiffel 65 with all my heart. If the song was ramping up consistently until the end instead of ending like that, it would have made the list, definitely.

And now, the actual list. This one actually feels pretty solid, I genuinely like everything on it, there’s no filler here for once.

10 - The Box (Roddy Rich)

US: #3 / FR: #23

Now this is a weird case, because for the longest time I couldn’t figure out why this song was so popular and I was completely neutral about it. Then, one morning in September, my mental jukebox (which always, always puts a song on a loop in my head when I wake up) decided to play it. And I was like oh wow?? I never noticed the atmosphere in that song before? It’s so great. And that hook too. Let’s listen to it.

So yeah, I don’t know what happened. It just clicked one day and everything fell into place, I guess.

9 - Alane (Wes & Robin Shulz)

US: Not on the list / FR: #93

Come on. You can’t do a remake of one of my previous #1 songs and let it chart in 2020. That’s cheating. Even with this subpar drop, I have to put it on the list, now.

I’ve already said my piece about the original, so I’m just going to send you back to my 1997 list.

8 - Kings and Queens (Ava Max)

US: Not on the list / FR: #76

[BBC documentary voice] After Lady Gaga decided to make piano balads and left her musical niche vacant, Ava Max quickly took her place as the top predator pop diva. Even after Lady Gaga was re-introduced to her natural habitat in 2020, she still hasn’t fully recovered in Europe, where Ava Max still reigns supreme on the charts -

(tldr I think it’s hilarious that this isn’t on the US Billboard while Lady Gaga isn’t on the French year-end top 100)

7 - Roses (Saint Jhn & Imanbek)

US: #19 / FR: #3

What an earworm. It doesn’t even bother trying to have an intro or an outro, so it loops almost perfectly. It’s like entering a party that started long before you arrived, and it will go on long after you leave it to go back home. Kind of hypnotic in a way.

And yes, my mental jukebox was very fond of using it to wake me up this year, so this is another song that’s here almost solely because of that.

6 - Physical (Dua Lipa)

US: Not on the list / FR: #69 (hehehe)

“Hey I’m not that old” says the guy who’s definitely a sucker for this kind of retro throwback that was so popular this year. Oh well.

I don’t have anything interesting to say about this one, though. Apart from the fact that everyone seems to have a different fave song on that album. Guess that’s quality for you.

5 - Rain on Me (Lady Gaga & Ariana Grande)

US: #48 / FR: Not on the list

That is far from being Lady Gaga’s best song, but it was a joy to listen to everytime it was on the radio anyway. Also Ariana Grande has surprisingly good chemistry with Gaga! This year was full of strange duets mostly made for commercial reasons, and this one isn’t an exception, but unlike a lot of them, it really, really works.

4 - Dynamite (BTS)

US: #38 / FR: Not on the list

I’m still not 100% sold on k-pop even if a ton of it sounds super good, but come on. Even if some bits of this song (especially the beginning of the second chorus) sound a bit like they were made on autopilot, it still sounds just as happy and fun several months after I first heard it and I never got tired of it. That’s quality. You hear it and you can’t help but tap your feet and smile.

Actually, I’m sure there’s people somewhere that don’t smile when they hear this song. And they must be avoided at all costs.

3 - Godzilla (Eminem ft Juice WRLD)

US: #62 / FR: Not on the list

What are you doing so high on this list, old man. Why are you still here in the year 2020. I thought we left you in the previous decade. Who gave you the right.

I’m gonna tell you who did, and it’s actually Juice WRLD. Because that chorus is incredible, and like a lot of people I’m pissed off because the guy died super young and this shit shouldn’t happen to anybody. No, his early material wasn’t great, but I’m sorry I’m gonna say it again: have you heard this damn chorus? It’s suspenseful and dark, it’s got this lowkey menacing quality, it’s an earworm and a half, and it’s more convincing in like six lines than Eminem’s own flexing is in the entire song.

The beat is extremely good as well, and the flow, obviously, impressive. The weakest link is Eminem’s writing, which is as usual full of puns and weird wordplay, except here a lot of it isn’t great, and that last ultra fast part at the end is technically impressive but it also drives the song up a cliff and stops it dead in its tracks once it’s over. But frankly the lines fly by so fast it’s difficult to be too annoyed by them.

Can I sincerely put this extremely flawed song so high on my list? A better question would be “did I spend hours trying to learn how to sing this shit without choking on my own spit?”. The answer is yes. To both.

2 - Heartless (The Weeknd)

US: #28 / FR: Not on the list

I’ve said it on my 2015 and 2016 lists already, but just for the record I’ll say it again: it took me ages to like The Weeknd, mostly because I found most of his songs fairly boring, or disliked the lyrics, or both. Also I never really liked the general vibe of his “sexy” songs like The Hills, they felt dark but in an unpleasant creepy way. Felt like miserable hedonism, if that makes sense.

So, because I’m a person with extremely consistent and logical tastes, here’s the exact same shit he was making before, except that this time I absolutely adore it.

What is he doing differently that makes the whole After Hours album click for me whereas almost all of his previous material failed to do so? Is it the energy? Is it the reverb? Is it the fact that the narrator sounds properly unhinged and, frankly, scared to be spiralling out of control? Why are the colors so beautiful yet full of anxiety? Why is that bridge so fantastic? How can you make your voice look like a glowstick in the dark?

I give up. I have no clue. At least I’m done talking about-

Oh.

1 - Blinding Lights (The Weeknd)

US: #1 / FR: #1 (listen sometimes something’s just that good, ok)

Surprise. Or not.

Wow, look at that, Johannes has put this year’s number one pop song at number one on their personal playlist. The audacity. The edge. What a hot take.

I discovered that song when it first came out at the end of 2019 and I adored it instantly. And I was so scared it wouldn’t be a hit. Which means I’m a f█cking dumbass considering it ended up breaking all sorts of records in 2020. But what can I say, overplay can be a blessing when you love a song that much.

Like every single song I put at number one on one of my lists, I will draw this one at some point and you will understand how incredibly satisfying it is to listen to a song called Blinding Lights, talking about city lights looking blurry when you’re driving at night, while looking itself like a bunch of blurry city lights passing by super fast. Perfect in every way.

Also it sounds exactly like A-ha, and that never hurts.

See you next year! Pretty sure it will be even better music-wise.

#Johannes’ bad not good pretty terrible music lists #music #long post #eye contact tw

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kibybun · 4 years ago

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The Feeling is Mutual

Yandere Hawks x Yandere + Tsundere reader

Tw: yandere, obsession, stalking, cussing, violence, murder

Enjoy!

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You were currently running for your life. Why? Because you're a badass. But really, a sleazy pervert thought he had the right to touch you. Too bad, you punch quite hard.

"Get back here you little bitch!" The pervert was definitely strong due to his muscular build but you were definitely fast.

Thundering footsteps take the quiet alley by storm as you start to pull ahead of him.

"Go suck a dick, you bag of cat piss!" You look back to mock him but your feet disapprove. Your face scrapes against the lose gravel along with your hands and knees. "Fuck...."

"Wanna repeat yourself?" He comes to a stop at your side, bends down, and yanks you up by your hair.

"You disgusting bag of cat piss!" Once again you're too cocky for your own good. You spit in his face and he throws you against the wall.

"Little bitch!" He wipes his face before grabbing your throat, pinning you to the wall, and raising his fist.

"Do it, you bag of cat piss!"

His face fumes red as he tries to hit you, only to be stopped by vivid red feathers.

"What the hell?" His grip on you loosens so you take the opportunity to kick him in his precious no-no square. He collapses in pain and grovels on the ground.

"Hehe do I get a thanks for saving that pretty face of yours?" You instantly feel your blood boil but as you look at your "savior" the only thing you feel heat up are your cheeks.

His whole appearance was absolutely delicious but what caught you most was how god damn beautiful his wings are.

"Hehe what's wrong, like what you see?" This over grow chicken then takes it upon himself to flex his arms and wings.

You scoff. "Nope." 'What. The. Fuck. What's wrong with you me!?!' You turn to hide your blushing face to help imply your unimpressed demeanor.

"Owwww you wound me! Anyway why were you running from that guy, doll?" You choke on the air, trying to register the pet name he gave you.

"Pfft doll? Try coming up with something more original, stranger." As you make your witty remark, both of you fail to notice the pervert silently escaping. It wasnt like he mattered anyway.

"Fair point, angel. Name's Hawks." He holds out a hand for you to shake. Somehow this name was even more cheesy but you loved it.

"As if that's better..." 'Shut the hell up with your sass!'

You go to shake Hawks' hand but before you can grab his, he grabs yours. He swiftly but gently pulls your hand to his lips to place a kiss atop of it. You snatched your hand away at mock speed.

Embarrassed and flustered to manage to stutter out, "H-hey! That's disgusting! I still have no idea who the hell you are!" But you loved it oh so much.

He merely laughs. "Well you can trust me, plus I dont know who you are so, what's your name?"

"What do you mean 'you can trust me'?"

"Awe, ignoring my question? Anyway what I mean by that is I'm pretty trustworthy. Being number 2. hero and all." Hawks leisurely puts his hands behind his head.

All you felt was utter shock. Not only did the number 2. hero come and "rescue" you but he has been FLIRTING with you.

"So? I still dont know who you are." 'Oh my god, you absolute idiot you have no hope.' But he just laughs it off.

"Still a valid point so let's make a deal. I give you my first name and you give me yours plus your number." You have to stop yourself from gagging at how adorable and cheesy that was.

You give him a deer in the headlights look.

"Oh c'mon! I'm basically putting my whole identity on the line and all I'm asking is for your digits plus a name."

"But why?" 'Stop questioning it and take it!'

"Why not?" You give a final scoff before mumbling something. "Can you repeat that a little louder angel?"

"(y/n)."

"(y/n). (y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n).(y/n)."

"What the hell are you doing? Stop saying my name." 'No, please keep saying it.'

"I'm saying it eight times so I never forget it. Cuz, ya know, eight on its side is the infinity symbol." He smiles the most innocent and pure smile anyone could make.

Your heart squeezes as you cant handle this. "That's dumb..."

"Maybe but you still need to give me your number."

"Name first."

"Ooo assertive, I like!" He steps closer causing you to step back.

'Please come closer.'

Very quickly your back hits the wall and Hawks brings his face dangerously close to your ear.

"Keigo." His voice was deep and had the effect of honey in your ear. It happened slowly leaving the sound stuck in your ear yet still traveling through your body.

As quickly as it happened, Keigo had pulled away and passed you his phone.

"Keep my name a secret, 'kay?" He smiles and winks only causeing you to function less and less.

"Whatever..." You put in your number and name, passing the phone back to Keigo.

"Thanks angel! I'd love to text you right away but I'm still on patrol so be sure to look out for my text later!" He swoops up your hand again to give it another kiss before flying off.

"Hey!" His response was laughter. As you begin to walk back towards your destination your face cools and you hold your hand close.

'He's suck a dummy but he's my dummy.'

Around 6:30 pm you receive a text from an unknown number.

'Hey angel.'

'Hey over grown chicken.' "Why the hell are you being so mean?!"

'lol are you calling me big?'

'Nope, tiny with succulent wings.'

'So you're only using me for my wings?! 😭'

'Yup!'

'Daw you dont need to lie to me angel.'

'But lying is so fun~'

'So you were lying!'

'....shit.'

'Ha! I knew I was irresistible.'

'Irresistible to carnivores.'

'You're an omnivore.'

'I have amazing self control.'

'Oh? prove it.'

'Pfft how?"

You leave the kitchen with your snack and plop on your bed. You were too engrossed in your conversation with Keigo that you didnt notice him peering through your window.

He simply adored how you try to contain how happy you become when you get a message from him.

Now was the test to see if you truely had amazing self control. Your phone buzzes and you quickly switch to your messages only to nearly die.

Inches from your face was the sexiest abb picture you've ever seen. His body was so well toned and to add to the picture his wings make up most of the background with very little blue sky poking through.

You were too distracted oogling and drooling over a simple picture it took a moment before you noticed his next texts.

'How's that self control treating ya?'

'I bet you're drooling over me.'

You pout, send a reply, and set your phone down.

'I think I'm a vegan now.'

After a second Keigo can notice the panic on your face as a faint "was that too mean?" was heard.

'Then I guess I'm the forbidden fruit.'

You bite your lip as you switch over to social media. Before your little banter started you were stalking his accounts. You didnt follow him or like any of his posts so he wouldnt be given that satisfaction but you truely did like them.

The only thing you disliked was how there were other girls who thought they could ever get with YOUR Hawks. He asked YOUR number and gave YOU his name. Clearly he was yours.

'Hey, you still there?'

'I like forbiden fruit. I have to shower. I'll text you in the morning, sweet dreams❤'

Keigo's heart flutters at the simple message. He flies home to shower as well.

While in the shower you slowly think of ways to eliminate the girls who think they can look at your Darling.

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Two weeks have passed and have you been a little busy bee. You had to work to sustain life but you made it to every event your beloved was at. You made it to every meet and greet, interview, photoshoot, villain attack, his window at night. It really helped that you have a stealth quirk, so that way you wont be entirely in debt!

It wasnt like Keigo to not notice he was being followed, he knew exactly what you were doing, but he felt too endeared that his angel was watching out for him. He was also quite impressed on how you were able to sneak into his interviews and photoshoots.

Keigo felt guilty not being able to give you the attention you deserve but he tries to make up for it by watching you on his patrols and after you leave his house to go to sleep.

Tonight was no different as Keigo was perched on your apartment balcony. You liked to sleep with the curtains drawn back so you can see the stars but you always forgot to lock that door. Did you ever lock it?

Keigo silently fusses over how dangerous that is as he opens the door and kneels down at the side of your bed. His left hand holds on of yours as his right cups your face.

He was addicted to watching your sleeping face. So innocent. Plus he got a break from your adorable tsundere additude. Dont get him wrong, he loved it just he desires affection too.

He slowly retracts his hands to pull out his phone to take a picture. He probably had hundreds of pictures of your sleeping face but he needed to document everything. Tonight you must be having a bad dream, evident by the fact your eyebrows were scrunched and you sticking your tongue out ever so slightly.

"You need to stop being so adorable angel." He takes his pictures and kisses you forehead.

He wanted nothing more than to cuddle you but he had an extra early patrol. He slides the door to your balcony closed and flies off.

When you wake up with your mouth dryer than a desert. "Blah..." You grab your phone and text Keigo.

'Goodmorning early bird.'

You knew he'd be awake. You had memorized his schedule. Today after patrol he had a meet and greet then a photoshoot.

'Morning beautiful.'

You truely cant help smiling and blushing at all the cute things he says to you.

'How'd you sleep?'

'What's this? Concern????'

You roll your eyes at his teasing continue to eat your breakfast.

'Keep teasing me and it wont happen again.'

'lol sorry angel, I slept ok but it would've been better with you~'

Did he just say that? Oh my god he just said that.

(y/n). exe has stopped working. As your brain starts to reboot, your phone pings.

'How'd you sleep?'

The witty comments part of your brain was still rebooting, preventing the tsundere in you to actually work.

'Maybe if we spent the night together we'd sleep better.'

Now this caught Keigo off guard. He expected to be called a pervert or weirdo. Not for you to agree.

'Do you maybe wanna watch a movie tonight?'

He gotta shoot his shot sometime. Why not now?

Your brain could not comprehend what was happening. Were you dreaming? No, your sure you're awake. Was he joking? No, he didn't seem like the type to jokingly ask that. Maybe the world was just rewarding you for being so dedicated and loyal. That's probably it.

'Where and when?'

Keigo does a few flips in the sky to try and ease his excitement. Too bad that fails. "Its a date!"

'6 @ my place?'

'You better pick me up on time and have dinner prepared.'

'Anything for you angel!'

"Oh my fucking god it's a date." You jump up and down excited, running to your closet to pick out your outfit.

Since it wasnt a fancy restaurant or anything you decide to go more casual. A cute sundress maybe? Either way you put on your outfit and head out the door to go to your darling's meet and greet. It wasnt too far from your apartment so you were able to take a leisurely stroll there.

As you arrive you see the big crowd already forming. You didnt want to get your outfit dirty so you decide to stay more towards the back. A peppy blonde girl pushes you slightly to the side.

"Bitch.." you mumbled under your breath.

"Uh what did you just say?"

Not wanting to embarrass Keigo or have him have to separate a girl fight you decide to step down. "Nothing."

"Good choice bitch."

As the two of you reach the middle of the crowd, the girl takes out her phone. It was hard not to ease drop when she is purposely talking in your ear.

"Hawks is so hot. I bet he has a big dick too. Maybe after this he'll let me take some of that stress off of him~!" She puffs her chest out trying to get a reaction from you.

On the outside you're calm and collected but inside all hell was breaking lose. You wanted to snap her neck, pull out her fingernails, and slice off her tits.

Seeing as you're unfazed she continues. "I bet he'd be screaming how good I make him feel. He'd ask for my number and I'd break his heart. He is just a hunky of meat after all."

That's it.

You activate your stealth quirk and she questions where you went. You pull out a knife you always have on you, just in case, and glide it against her throat in a swift but silent manner. She collapses to the ground and a shrill scream sounds, alerting everyone near.

Before you run, you look at Keigo. His eyes meet yours. You know he can see you even if you were invisible. You know he knows you just killed her. His face holds disbelief but his eyes shimmer and smile for him.

You run from the crime scene and wash the blood from your hands.

Six o-clock slowly arrives and there was a knock on your door. You know its Keigo but you dont know how he found your adress. Opening the door you see him smiling so brightly.

"My little angel shed her white wings!" He traps you in a hug. You gladly hug him back.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not! You did it for me didnt you?" You look up at him and nod. "Then its perfectly fine." He smiles at you before picking you up bridal style and closing your door.

"We better hurry, dinner is getting cold."

Loosely based on my Stalker x Stalker headcanons! Thank you so much for reading, have an amazing day!

Kiby~💚

#keigo tamaki #my hero academia keigo takami #bnha #bnha hawks #yandere x yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere hawks

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kingdomblade · 4 years ago

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Digimon Kizuna thoughts

All spoilers will be under the cut!

Fresh off of Tri when Kizuna was announced, I wrote up some hopes I had for this movie. Without looking back at that list, I'm pretty sure this movie managed to not hit any of the things I wanted off of that list - but I'm still walking away completely satisfied. The characters, the story, the setting all feel like completely natural progression from how I remember them, it manages to tell a compelling story in a fairly short movie, the animation and designs are drop dead gorgeous. It's clearly a labor or love and I'm thankful for everyone who worked on it. In some ways it leaves me wanting more - I'd love one more entry with the 02 group as a focus, and I think there would be a lot of value in an entry that focuses more on Digimon intigrated with the human world rather than yet another story about kids discovering Digimon. But if this is the last time we see these twelve in this form, what a way to go.

This is absolutely stream of consciousness writing while I’m on my second watch through of the day (In lieu of livetweeting - I’ll spare my followers that much lol). Is it rambling? Absolutely. It may or may not be of interest, but I thought it would be something fun to do regardless. If you decide to read, I hope you enjoy!

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Tom Fahn’s Agumon is noticeably a bit lower pitched even compared to Tri, weather he can’t take his voice up as much or if it’s a different portrayal I’m not sure but it still fits him really well - Tentomon’s voice feel slightly different too. Funny enough Gabumon is somehow lighter and more childish than his original portrayal, but it also fits him well.

Both Tri and Kizuna have such a weird process to their casting - They got back actors that as far as I can tell haven’t done much if anything since their days on Digimon, they’ve gotten back actors for side characters with bit parts. They’ve hired new actors that seem to take the original voice into account and take their own spin on them, and then they hire actors with absolutely no regard for how the original sounded to the point that it just plain conflicts with the established character. It’s all over the place and it’s weird.

Johnny Yong Bosch's portrayal seems slightly different from Tri, maybe he's playing him slightly older, maybe it's the slightly different personality, maybe I'm imagining it. Something about it reminds me of Doug Erholtz's portrayal, which is an added bonus when JYB was already one of the best of the recasts. Minutes in and I'm completely sold on Nicholas Roye's Matt as well, it sounds like a natural progression from his Adventure voice.

In a vacuum Griffin Burns is a decent Davis, but he's one of the recasts that immersion breaking because not only does he sound nothing like Brian Donovan, but his take on Davis is higher pitch than Donovan's so it's impossible to hear him as older. The fact that Donovan was supposed to reprise his role is just salt on the wound. With the insane amount of delays that this dub got, they surely could have brought him back onboard... It's a shame that 2 our of 3 roles I've heard of Burns have been a replacement of another actor, hope he can get more roles where he can shine more. On the other hand, Bryce Papenbrook as Cody is brilliant casting coming from his 02 voice for what little we get to hear of him.

Yolei didn't sound to great in her video message, but by the time we see her in person her VA has gotten into the role and captures her really well. Hawkmon sounds fine enough, but I'm way more upset than I should be about Armadillomon's voice considering he doesn't have many lines. A recast was mandatory here, and 'medium-deep southern accent' should honestly be pretty easy to replicate but what we got was horrific. What casting director knew enough about the characters to know that Hawkmon had a British accent but not enough to know what an armadillo sounds like??

Mimi is just straight up Sakura now! I actually thought Kate Higgens would have made a great Yolei, kinda funny to see her here as Mimi now.

Not only did Agumon's "Polly want a cracker?" line slay me, but there's something about Tom Fahn's portrayal that really hits me, even though he's not even my favorite Digimon. It hasn't even been a long time since I've heard it - Tri wasn't that long ago, and I just rewatched Adventure/02 within the past few weeks, but hearing him made me a bit emotional, ha. Same thing happened with his first appearance in Tri, and that was after having seen it in Japanese and knowing what was going to happen!

The opening battle is like a complete screw-you to Tai's arc in Tri with Greymon smashing into buildings and Tai completely unfazed. I'm here for it, lol.

The remastered Digivolution sequences are nice but in true nostalgia fashion I kinda prefer the originals, haha.

Izzy's computer is counting down a 'time rimit'.

Agumon says something to the effect of “Aren’t I always hungry?“ and I don't feel like it’s a reference/jab at Tri, but it got a chuckle out of me anyway.

Tai's classmate is blatantly voiced by JYB too, ha.

Matt gives his location as 'inside the restaurant' when calling an ambulance which seems... not helpful. Love that Tai's reaction to a girl collapsing is a confused "Is she drunk?"

An article on Tai's phone is written in perfect English and he gets message from the name Izzy specifically so I'd assume this is a change for the US release. Subtitles would have been perfectly fine but it's a nice effort to keep immersion.

"The ol' Izz-master" I’m so, so glad they got Jeff Nimoy to write this script, bless Toei.

Only 4 of the Digidestined participating in the battle against the Digidestined is kinda disappointing until I realized that it was a throwback to Our War Game - TK and Izzy get to participate more this time around! As per usual Tentomon (Kabuterimon) manages to sneak in a hilarious line here.

'Lime Magazine' just doesn't have the same ring to it...

TAI'S MAGAZINES...

Tai calling Agumon 'little buddy' is the second scene to hit me right in the feels.

Matt is the only one to reach out to the 02 kids during the movie, I wonder if he felt guilty about what went down in Tri and kept in touch with them a bit more since.

Seeing Kari and TK tied up in a dark room like that is actually one of the more shocking scenes in the movie. That could have ended very differently if this was a different movie...

Meiko shows up for literally one scene with Meicoomon which has... interesting implications. This movie retroactively makes her more tragic as well, as even if she didn't sacrifice Meicoomon there's a chance their partnership would have dissolved anyway - almost a complete lose-lose, there was no way for them to be happy together.

Himekawa is also retroactively more tragic as it's possible she would have been able to see Tapirmon again here - one shows up in the crowd shot!

Honestly this is the movie Himekawa deserved - she was a really interesting character that got wasted and underused in Tri, and while Menoa parallels her in a lot of ways her stoicism just isn't as interesting and Hime's decent into madness was.

L'il Joe has black hair now?

I'm pretty sure Menoa doesn't say "Oh shit" but honestly I'm gonna pretend she does.

I mentioned on Twitter how Leomon doesn't die in this one because he never showed up, but there's one fighting an Eosmon in what I think is Osaka and he doesn't die, and GOOD ON HIM, HE BROKE THE CYCLE!

Omnimon having limbs sliced off got an audible gasp from me.

Matt ACTUALLY got to curse in this movie, character development!!

"Just one thing: Meow" I had to pause the movie, I lost it

Story wise, theme wise, character wise I get it, but mad Sora got screwed over in this movie. Would have been nice if 'To Sora' was included inside of the movie at least.

I still don't like Agu and Gabu's new evolutions, but they did feel really earned and a natural extension of the plot. What better way to spark an evolution than such a huge sacrifice? Izzy's perfectly timed 'prodigious' was the icing on the cake, coming at such a fitting emotional moment and possibly being the last time we'll hear it from Izzy.

When the Eosmon start disappearing all over the world there's a shot of an exhausted lone Numemon who had clearly held off the Eosmon with all the poop that is strewn about. THAT is the next story I want to see.

Unfortunately this movie is in the Tri School of Only Using Champion Level. It's actually pretty inexcusable that we we don't see WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon one more time, but even the other characters should have gone up to Ultimate if not Mega for one final sendoff. I wish we could have seen them truely fight as a team once more, even just for fanservice.

My strongest complaint with the movie itself is that it just kinda... ends. The ending is super emotional, but it just skips ahead afterwards and says 'things are going to be ok!' and ends. I would have liked to see the rest of the kids once more, seeing how they handle the fallout or how they might support Tai and Matt - or maybe a little about what Tai and Matt have taken away from this whole things. Just felt like we needed an extra couple of minutes.

Will we see these particular versions of these characters again? From what I can tell this movie did well in Japan and it’s trending pretty well on Amazon, so who knows. I hope if we do, it’s because the writers come up with an idea they really believe in and not just for the sake of a sequel. But if not, I’m definately greatful for what we have.

#Digimon #Digimon Adventure #Digimon Adventure Last Evolution Kizuna

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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CYOA: Gotcha

“I was invited directly. If you don’t believe me, you can ask him yourself.”

You deliver this line with utmost confidence. This man was a waiter, someone who would be beneath a rich, young aristocrat like you were pretending you were. You were also a hybrid and was only briefly surprised that the waiter was one as well.

You could thank Chu Zihang later for exposure to what a truely frightening bloodline purity was like. This guy, while a hybrid, didn’t give off nearly the same shockingly inhuman aura as him.

The waiter let out a quiet hmph at your poise, but he still hesitated briefly, putting the business card down on the booth and walking away. “Please wait here.”

You see him disappear further into the restaurant, behind the dark wood counter of a bar. He picked up a phone and dialed the number. As a hybrid you had a much higher auditory sense than a normal human and could hear the conversation.

“Stravinsky brought a guest. This is a sensitive meeting. Did he say anything about it?” A pause. “Not sure. This person not one of us.”

The waiter nodded once and hung up the phone. He picked up a menu and wordlessly beckoned you inside. You can finally see the spacious interior. A live jazz band was playing, a svelte women in a skimpy gown crooned into microphone on a small stage. The tables were shrouded in darkness and cigarette smoke.

You’re led to a large round table and you and Stravinsky recognize each other right away.

With him other men in business attire were seated. You assume that they’re hybrids as well. They eye you with moderate annoyance. One that looked Asian ignored you completely. Another a women with mahogany colored skin, gave you the flash of the whites of her eyes, stood up and left the table.

You get the distinct feeling that you’re not welcome here but you have no choice but to wade into this river full of crocodiles.

“I guess it’s a little late for introductions.” You hand Stravinsky your business card with your fake ID on it. Your name, a made up entity called Alpha Corp. Supposedly, you’re a successful software engineer.

Stravinsky pockets it without looking at it. “Gentlemen, where are your manners? Don’t tell me that we’re closing recruitment now that we’re so close to our goal.”

Your ears perk up and you look around, more intently now.

The Asian man finally gives you a bit of attention. “I kind of feel sorry for you. You were probably expecting a business opportunity. But this is a religious meeting.”

You look him straight in the eye and reply quickly. “What’s the difference?”

Stravinsky snorted with laughter, ducking his head. “Do I know how to pick them or what? I caught this young blood bidding 50 million on the Eye of Horus. Don’t be so close minded. We are all clearly a believers in the power of the gods.”

He leaned forward. “Besides, I’m in need of a play-tester for a very important game.”

His eyes sparkled in the dark as he gazed at you, not as an equal but like a predator, eying prey through the bars of a cage, imagining all the things he would do to you once he got his claws into you. You’d have to be careful.

“Tell me the details you want, but shouldn’t we introduce ourselves first?” Names, contact information... these were what Chu Zihang told you to acquire.

“We don’t use our real names here.”

The smartly dressed black woman returned to her seat and you nod to her. She flicks her eyes at you and says nothing.

“This is Amber Isle.” He says nodding to the woman. “This is Agate Image.” he says of the Asian man.

As he introduces the people in turn, you immediately notice a pattern. The inclusion of a precious stone and the letters A.I. You file that away for later.

“And what’s your religion?”

“You should know the answer to that, if you’re in here.” Stravinsky lifted a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass to offer it to you. “Hybrids... they have a certain smell. Yours is faint... but it’s definitely there.”

“You’re going on like that? It’s a little embarrassing.” You take the wine.

Agate snorts. “If its embarrassing for you, imagine how it is for us. We’ve told him again and again, stop bringing his new hires to high level meetings.”

“I want to let them know what working with us has to offer.” Stranvinsky took on a wounded tone. “You don’t think its effective? It’s far more effective than your habit of picking them up off the street.”

He sounded pretty proud of himself. “And if I agreed to your game, what would you do?”

You obliquely reminded him that you haven’t agreed to anything yet. You need more information.

The woman next to him was strangely silent but she wasn’t ignoring you any longer, but watching you like a hawk. Her eyes were sharp. She didn’t trust you and that much was obvious.

You take a sip of the wine, meeting her eyes.

“Ah. Remember what I said about defeated death at the end of the game? What if it wasn’t a game? What if it could actually be done?”

“Immortality is a fairy tale...”

“And yet every major religion preaches about it doesn’t it?” Stravinsky says slyly. “And we know what group who has perfected the art.”

“You’ve figured out dragon egg-making?”

You squint your eyes in shock. After the 4 kings were created, they were split into pairs. Both twins were born from special eggs. This combination of Alchemy and Technology was a mystery to even the oldest of Hybrids. So long as the dragon could make an egg after birth, once it died it could be reborn into the world. The only way to kill a dragon king was after birth, preventing it from creating its egg.

“You’d still have to be a dragon to do it. And you’re just a hybrid. No offense.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to believe it just by my say so.” He slid his cellphone forward and you hone in on it. There’s a video playing. A bright complicated alchemical circle, runes and what looks like an urn. “Is that an authentic dragon egg?” You ask, but you’re really focused on a certain icon. A text message has been received.

You reach for the phone as though to hit pause and accidently swipe down. A text message and a phone number catch your eye. But you pretend its a mistake and pause the video to examine it.

Stravinsky takes the phone back however. “Do you believe me now?”

“I do...” You say cautiously, while you mentally record the phone number you just saw in your memory. “How many others are involved in this?”

“Many? To know more, we’ll need you to agree to be one of us.”

You look at the other members of the table all of them scowling at you.

“Is this solely your decision?” You ask.

“You’ve already seen too much. I’m afraid we can’t let you leave.” Agate moves his jacket slightly to the left to reveal the gun hidden at his chest. “Sorry. It’s not much of a choice.”

Stravinsky scoffed. “For the rich and the strong, there is always a choice. I swear, you think you’re still part of the Yakuza.”

Agate’s eyes narrow to slits. “You just showed a highly classified document like it was an introduction pamphlet!”

You glance at Stravinsky who seemed to be enjoying his colleagues ire. But the man did have a point. He invited you to this restaurant, he knew you were a hybrid... what else was he assuming about you?

Fear starts to creep in. Was he behind the missing agent? Was he looking for his next victim? Laying obvious bait to trap the new target from Cassell?

“The truth is, I’m a software engineer. I work at the pleasure of my clients.” You say, setting the wine glass back on the table. “I can consult on any matter they like. At its heart, my job is to find solutions to client problems.”

“I don’t know about this egg business... but if you hire me as a consultant, you can both be rid of me and insure confidentiality as business partners.”

Glances were exchanged around the table and you secretly hope that they agree to this and not drag you down some dungeon and sacrifice a goat or something.

“I think this is acceptable.” The black woman, Amber, sighs and nods once.

Agate’s eyes go round. “I don’t agree with this but I suppose I have no choice now.”

“I guess that means you’re hired...” Stravinky also seems disappointed. Maybe he liked goat rituals.

Deep relief overwhelms you to your core. “Now, I take it you have a secure way to contact me? One we can freely use?”

It was Amber who pushed forward a different card. This one only had a QR code on it. “You’ll be able to obtain that information here. Any software needs we have, we’ll be in touch.”

Much to your surprise she offers her hand to you. When you shake it, it feels strangely pebbly. Your eyes go wide. This woman... she had scales!

Her hand squeezes around yours. “Soft... just like an IT professional.” She purrs. “Failure won’t be tolerated. Neither will betrayal.”

She lets you go and you try to slow your pulse.

Stravinsky elbows you sharply. “She’s quite something isn’t she?”

You manage to hold your cool facade when you get out of the restaurant. You weren’t a smoker or a drinker, but right now, you really wished...

Your hands are in your pockets to hide how much they were shaking. You could still feel the scales on the back of her hand, the sight of the dragon king egg case. The gun. How close were you to dying in the restaurant?

After you walked around the block you flag down a cab to take you back to your hotel.

You take off your dress clothes and look at the clock. 3 am.

The phone buzzes. You put it on speaker phone. “Report.”

But you’ve barely had time to collect your thoughts!

You make the best report you can. “Okay, so that’s what I’ve got.” Putting the QR card on the table, you massage your shoulders. You’re tempted to ask if you can go home now.

All of a sudden you’re interrupted by a critical voice. “You agreed to be hired by them?”

“I...” You weren’t sure what to say to this. “I had to find a middle way.”

“No... this is good. Because you’ll be in contact and you’ll be paid. That gives us two contacts. However, EVA will be monitoring both. I recommend you work remotely. These people are too dangerous for your level.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sir.”

“Take a break and rest up. We’re going to have to get you out of Munich. Were you followed?”

“Not that I saw, sir.”

“I’ll put out some security guards for you.”

Was Chu Zihang that concerned for your safety? He hung up abruptly.

You can’t think to do much more. You were too tired to even put on your PJs. You just lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

You don’t remember your eyes closing, but you’re awakened by a sound.

Your cellphone is buzzing and vibrating erratically. Lines of green text descend in a cascade across the screen and then it goes black with only two words. “Gotcha.”

What do you do???

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A. Jump behind the bed.

B. Call for help.

C. Throw the phone from the window.

#Dragon Raja #Text Based Game

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redeemed-wren · 4 years ago

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Excuse me while I get a little bit sappy. I’m probably going to dip out of tumblr for most of today - the episode airs during the afternoon over here and I need to be semi functional for the rest of the day, so I’ll watch it tonight and I want to avoid spoilers, but I just want to talk about Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD for a moment.

I didn’t watch SHIELD in the conventional way, but I’ve been a fan since almost the beginning. I was I think thirteen when I first discovered the show. Just recently moved to a new city, figuring things out, trying to make friends. It was a Sunday evening, I believe, when I walked into the living room to find Mum and Dad watching a tv show - and hey, I think I recognize that guy, wasn’t he from Avengers?

It was season 1 episode 10 the Bridge. I know because I distinctly remember the explosion and thinking ‘oh did Coulson die’ and commenting that Ward’s ded cos he got shot at (My parents informed me that he couldn’t be because he was one of the main characters.)

My brother and I joined in watching. I can’t remember exactly what had happened - I’m pretty sure Mum and Dad had seen it before, because we weren’t allowed to watch the episode with Lorelei in it since it was ‘’’unsuitable.’’’ I distinctly remember the moment I was in hook line and sinker (and possibly when I started shipping Fitzsimmons, my first OTP) - episode 13 T.R.A.C.K.S. The way it was done with all the cutting and flashbacks and mystery was AMAZING (it’s still my favourite season 1 episode I think), the Stan Lee cameo and then Skye getting shot at the end solidified to me that hey, I’m attached to these characters!

And then episode 17 rolled around and SHIELD shaped who I became. My own stories were influenced by it - a lot of the stories from when I was 14/15 and ‘’’edgy’’’ featured characters being spies, undercover, betraying the team, and looking back on it, those these were greatly inspired by Ward’s betrayal!

And then season 1 ended. I missed the show, and when on with my life. Until, I discovered a little later that season 2 had started. And my parents had been watching it. Without me.

Naturally, I was disappointed, but being the completionist i was, didn’t want to jump in halfway through the season. Plus, I thought it may be unsuitable and my parents didn’t want me to watch it.

For the next few years, I never forgot about SHIELD. I was always a fan, even though I had only really seen half a season. I would occasionally wonder if Fitz ever recovered. If Ward ever got the redemption arc I wanted him to (spoilers, he Did Not). Skye was apparently now called Daisy, and that was weird.

Then, around my 17th birthday I realized something. Season 5 was coming out soon, and apparently that was going to be the last season. And I was old enough now to have my own laptop, plus I’d watched a number of other shows.

So I binged. I sat down and rewatched season 1, relived those moments. I watched season 2 - realized Ward wasn’t going to get a redemption arch, cried when Tripp died, got angry at Simmons and watched Skye meet her parents and gain powers.

I watched season 3, screamed when Fitzsimmons kissed finally, cried again when Bobbi and Hunter left (I remember wandering downstairs in that foggy ‘a tv show made me SAD’ state and telling Mum which part I had just reached - turns out she didn’t remember much of season 3). (Frankly neither do I it’s been like 3 years since I watched it)

Then came season 4, which is still my favourite season. LMDs, Fitzsimmons angst (i mean, that’s every season though right), the Framework, Ghost Rider. The Framework is still VERY CLEARLY in my mind, even though it’s been years since I watched it.

I finished just before season 5 started, and I watched season 5 with my parents. There were many discussions of time travel while renovating my room, a few in depth conversations about paradoxes and Fitzsimmons children and how it all worked. I remember watching the last few episodes with DEEP CONCERN because I had seen Infinity War but my parents hadn’t.

Season 5 ended and I finished highschool. I moved out, and when season 6 aired, my parents didn’t end up watching it because it didn’t air in New Zealand and I found it online (they still haven’t watched it. Hurry up and put it on Disney+ pls)

I grew up with SHIELD, even though I didn’t watch it while it aired the whole way through. These characters mean so much to me.

So thank you, Agents of SHIELD.

Thank you Clark Gregg, for Phil Coulson, for being the heart of the show, for bringing the family together.

Thank you Ming-Na Wen, for Melinda May, for showing strength and how to be a strong female character who has emotions and can and will still kick your ass.

Thank you Chloe Bennet, for Daisy Johnson, for growing up with me through the show and being the character who needs her family around her.

Thank you Elizabeth Henstridge, for Jemma Simmons, who shows that a character can make mistakes and grow from them, for compassion and protectiveness.

Thank you Iain De Caestecker, for Leopold Fitz, for giving me unrealistic standards for me, for showing me that mistakes don’t define you and the darkness in you isn’t who you are.

Thank you Brett Dalton, for Grant Ward, for the character we all love to hate, for a part of my childhood.

Thank you Henry Simmons, for Alphonso Mackenzie, for a character who holds onto his faith despite all the weird crap, who is strong and compassionate, who grew into a role he never expected to have.

Thank you Natalia Cordova-Buckley, for Elena Rodriguez, for teaching me to always bounce back.

Thank you Jeff Ward, for Deke Shaw, for a character I can see myself in - the outsider, who doesn’t exactly fit in but is part of the family nonetheless.

Thank you to the cast, the crew, the writers, the directors, the producers, everyone who has been involved in this show that shaped my childhood. It feels like my childhood is dying this year, all the tv shows I watched as a early teenager are finally coming to an end. Clone Wars, now Agents of SHIELD - truely, it feels like a part of my childhood is finally leaving.

I trust the writers to give us a proper send off. I trust the actors to deliver that send off beautifully.

I don’t know what to expect tonight, but it’s going to be a ride, and I’ve glad to have been along for it!

#agents of shield #aos #aos season 7 #parting shot #a spy's goodbye #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#*teary salute*#long post

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 6 years ago

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Gendrya Endgame Proof? Also Possible Clues for Brienne’s Future.

Ok so three pictures of three dresses have appeared online. Now from what I understand these pictures were taken at the premiere. But I think they actually could hold some clues as to what might be in store for some of our favourite characters. I did post this before but it had analysis of all three dresses and as anyone whoe has read my other posts know I like to over analyse everything and so it got really really long to the point where some pictures weren’t loading so now I’ve split the post into two parts. If you would like to read the other one you can find it here. Now this is a potential spoiler so I’m going to put the rest under the tab.

So the thing that’s most exicting about these three dresses is they are three white dresses that at first glance look like they could be wedding dresses.

So I’m going to start with this one

So this is one i’ve seen some people suggest is arya’s wedding dress. Which at first glance I was like yeah that looks like something Arya might wear. But as previously stated I like to analyse every little detail so with each of these images I zoomed in on them and assessed every inch of it. What I learned. It actually looks nothing like what Arya would wear.

If you look at arya’s typical costume next to it you see there are a lot of differences. Arya’s is a lace up whereas the white dress looks more like pieces of armour. Arya’s is patterned with squares but the white one has diagonal stripes. The neck lines are also very different. Now does the fact that they are not identical mean that it’s not Arya’s of course not, it’s possible it could be as I said my first impression was I could see Arya in it. But then I compared it to Brienne.

And as you can see it is identical. The shape around the top, the armour on the arms the diagonal lines, everything is the same right down to the slanting belt. So does this mean this is Brienne’s wedding dress. As much as I would love that I don’t think so. If you read my recent review of episode 4 you would have seen that I said that I thought it was likely Brienne would end up as the Kings/ Queens Guard for the next ruler. I think this might be her new armour for that. If it is I’ve got to say firstly I love it, Brienne the White Knight of the Noble Kings/Queens Guard. Secondly, Brienne good luck keeping that one clean :p

Ok it’s time for the next dress. My favourite of the dresses. The dress that was the cause of my huge freak out right before I started writing this post.

I know what you’re all thinking. Aww this silly girl this dress is obviously for Sansa what is there to talk about. Yeah ok I thought that too I mean..

that’s the same dress right I mean right down to the necklace. I was the same when I first saw the images, I was all aww look at Sansa’s pretty new dress with all it’s pretty feathers on it. But as I said I like to over analyse everything so I zoomed in on all of these images and when I did this time I damn near had a heart attack. Because my dears those ain’t no feathers

Those are GOLDEN LEAVES!! Now any Gendrya shipper out there can understand why I was freaking out to the point of feeling physically ill. At first I was devastated because there is a dress that looks just like one Sansa has previously worn that is literally a gown of golden leaves. There’s also that rumor about Gendry and Sansa. But here’s the thing it would make no sense for Sansa and Gendry to get married with her in this gown which is from a song that is clearly written about Gendrya, The whole gown of golden leaves comes from my featherbed which is about a girl who doesn’t want to be a lady but still wants to have her love. That’s not Sansa, she is the epitome of a Lady she’s never struggled with that identity unlike Arya. So I’m sorry but if this is Sansa’s dress and she’s marrying Gendry in it then as much as I have been defending the show and it’s writing not even I would be able to defend it, because that wouldn’t be bad writing that would be truely terrible writing. So I got to thinking why then would this gown look so much like one Sansa would own if it’s not hers. I think I have an answer for you all. I made a post a few weeks back saying that when Gendrya get married Sansa has to make Arya a gown of golden leaves because come on who else is going to make Arya’s dress. But imagine for a second you’re Sansa and Arya comes to you and she says I’m getting married and I need you to make my dress. Sansa of course will agree and so she says no problem what kind of dress do you want to wear. Arya will be completely stumped by this question because Arya doesn’t wear dresses. I mean when even was the last time we saw Arya in a dress? The other thing we need to remember is that this dress, her wedding dress needs to represent her transition into Lady of Storms End as well as her journey throughout the seasons. To Arya Sansa represents what it is to be a Lady so it would make sense if Arya would just say well make me something that a lady would wear, something the you would wear. Sansa has no reference for what style of dress Arya would wear so instead she makes something familiar to her but something she thinks Arya might like. So I am now going to explain how the show’s crew and producers are trying to pull a fast one on us and that this dress despite appearances is not Sansa’s but actually Arya’s and not only that but why this dress is actually kinda perfect for Arya.

So first I’m going to compare elements of Arya’s previous costumes to elements of this dress. Like I said Arya rarely wears dresses so you would think it would be hard to actually find comparasons but I actually did find some. They are subtle but they are there.

Ok so first look at the shoulders here. And yes I know that Sansa’s raven dress is closer I’m not disputing that but the shape of the shoulders here is still similar. Then there’s the collar which is also similar in shape and length. If you compare it with the collar on Sansa’s dress

you can see that Sansa’s collar is alot taller and covers the whole length of her neck. Compare it to the collar on Arya however they are identicle in shape and size. This is because Sophie has a much longer neck than Maisie. Now you might say this is of little consequence but I would disagree. You have to remember that Maisie has to fit into this dress, which is why they can’t put a tall collar on the dress because her neck isn’t long enough. Also Sansa has other dresses that have high collars on them for example her wedding dress to Tyrion did. So if this was a dress made for Sansa it would make more sense to keep the high dramatic collar that has throwbacks to her previous outfits. The devil is in the details as they say.

Speaking of details something else I noticed is the necklace that comes with the dress. Again looks just like the neck chain Sansa wears.

But if we look closer there are some differences. For example the fact that Sansa’s chain only has one chain dangling down. The necklace with the golden dress has two. To me it looks like the two threads that hang down from the neck of Arya’s Braavosi outfit. Another detail is that the circle at the top is much smaller than Sansa’s

If you look at the three necklaces side by side you can see that the circle on Sansa’s are like twice the size. Also the chain unlike Sansa’s ones does not pass through the circle. There is something in the centre of the circle but unfortunately due to the quality of the photo when I zoom in I can’t make out what it is. Also the band of the circle is alot thicker/ wider than Sansa’s. But it got me to thinking what is there is Arya’s storyline that could be represented by a circle?

Maybe a coin? The size of the circle is much closer to the size of the coin than it is Sansa’s chain. If you look at the coin it does have a thick band around the outside and then the emblem in the centre which mirrors the necklace. Now like I said I can’t make out what is at the centre of the necklace but it does make me wonder if it’s suppose to represent this coin which after all played a very important part in Arya’s journey.

Another small but I think significant detail about this necklace are the two pendants.

Like I said Sansa’s only has the one chain and the one pendant so I feel like there must be some significance to the fact that this one has two. There’s also the fact that the pendants on this one are a completely different shape to hers. She had a very long, sharp triangular pendant but these are circular almost like teardrops or...

Bottles of poison? Jaqen H’gar gives Arya two bottles of poison during her time in Braavos. The first is what starts her journey into becoming No One, she doesn’t use it instead deciding to kill Meran Trant which leads to her going blind and all the rest. The second is what ends her journey as No One. This was the one that was meant for Lady Crane which again she does not use instead breaking away from the Faceless Men and deciding to be Arya Stark again. Another important part of her journey and story. So I think the two pendants represent those two bottles of poison.

Now look at the position of the gems on the dress and how along with the leaves they create an illusion of a fishing net. Just like the net that Arya wore around the top of her skirt in this image. It’s another small but interesting detail that links into Arya’s story.

Lastly I want to look at the necklines

As you can see when you compare the neckline of Sansa’s to the gold dress her’s is alot wider. I also think it might be lower on Sansa’s.

Yet as you can see from this neckline its got some similarities in shape, its narrower like the gold dress and it has that lower collar that frames the neck.

But this is the really important part. There is some significance to this particular outfit its the one she’s wearing when she says she’s Arya Stark of Winterfell and I’m going home. That scene was an important turning point for Arya and it was very similar to a scene of Sansa’s which just happened to be when Sansa was wearing her raven dress. The importance about these scenes were that they not only were the beginning of both girls journey home but they marked the start of a new chapter of both girls stories.

Something else that I think is significant is that we only ever actually see Sansa in that dress once for a couple of episodes at most. Also its unlike any of her other dresses. In fact if you took away that one dress she wore and tried to compare Sansa’s typical outfits to this golden dress you actually wouldn’t find many similarities. Also this dress while more ladylike than Arya’s other clothes still isn’t what a typical Lady would wear. It’s just a little bit too badass. Particularly with the shoulders which look very much like armour. You could even say that the position of the gems and leaves look a little like scaled chain mail like the Blackfish used to wear which would make a connection with her mothers Tulley side. What do I think this means? Well I think it means Arya will marry Gendry and become the Lady of Storms End or possibly they might even both end up on the Iron Throne together I think this is a dress fit for a Queen don’t you? But just as the dress isn’t a typical Lady’s dress Arya won’t be a typical Lady. There have been other representatives who have the title Lady but who were still utter badasses I mean Lady Lyanna Mormont anyone. I see no reason why Arya can’t be the same. Also it wouldn’t be that weird for Arya to wear a dress that has a connection to Sansa, she is her sister. Also in the past the show has made connections between family members using the fashion of the show.

Like here for example where all three Stark Ladies had similar necklines and colours. Or here

when both Sansa and Caitlyn had virtually identicle button pins. Which they both wore to dreadful weddings. It’s not just the Starks they’ve done it with either Joffrey had thorns and roses woven through his crown when he married Margery to connect him with house Tyrell. Sansa had lions embroided on her dress when she married Tyrion to connect her with the Lannisters. Then there were the numerous lion pendants that got passed around various characters. So it could just be that Arya is wearing a dress that looks like one of her sisters just because its like one of her sister’s and the show want’s the audience to make that connection between Sansa the Lady and Arya whose about to gain the title of Lady.

Seeing that dress actual gave me alot of hope. Like in my opinion it would make no sense at all for anyone other than Arya to wear a dress of golden leaves. It’s obvious that the dress comes from and is heavily influenced by the song ‘My Featherbed’. The only and I really do mean the only female character that has a connection to that song that is in the series is Arya. Therefore I am now very confident that the dress belongs to Arya and that she will marry Gendry. Now this post is once again as is typical of my posts getting on a bit so I am going to cut it off here. However I will be in a little while posting an analysis of the song My Featherbed and how I think it guarantees us a Gendraya end game and why it could be a clue that Arya despite her insistence that she’s not a Lady will become one if anyone is interested in that. I do think we need alot more positivity in the tag so I’m here to sprinkle some cheer me up fairy dust all over this tag. Let me know what you guys think about the dresses. Which is your favourite? Who do you think they belong to? And do you think they are wedding dresses or for some other occasion?

#gendrya #Arya Stark #brienne of tarth

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suilinbride · 4 years ago

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Land, Rest, and Warmth Should I continue after my fall break?

Good afternoon! I hope this reading finds you well and thank you for the oppertunity to read for you like this. Alright, let's get down to business, shall we?

For your reading, I listened for and received the following songs from my Land, Rest, and Warmth playlist:

What You Are by Audioslave.

Sick of it All by Finger Eleven.

One Thing by Finger Eleven.

Gone Away by Cold.

Broken Words by Cold.

Okay, before I actually dive into your reading, I want to take a moment and give attention to the fact that three of the songs I received for you for this reading came from the same band, Finger Eleven, and two of those three songs came from the same album. This kind of situation, which happens occasionally, tells me as a Diviner specializing in Shufflemancy (among other forms of Divination), that I need to pay special attention to what those songs are saying for this reading.

Anyway, with that out of the way, let's dive into your reading. As always, I shall only quote the lyrics from the song that I feel and think is relevant to the reading at hand.

And when you wanted me, I came to you And when you wanted someone else, I withdrew And when you asked for light, I set myself on fire And if I go far away I know, you'll find another slave

I have to ask, was your last stent with schooling, training, or work (or whatever it was you are taking a break from in the fall), the reason why you are asking if you should keep at it or give it up instead? I don't know your situation at all, but the lyrics of this song are very clear about giving some much of your time, energy, effort, and even devotion, only for it to not be worth it in the end.

Was your time, this time, not worth it? Was it too hard, too troubling, or not what you thought it would be in the beginning. Maybe it wasn't as troubling as it could obviously seem, and if that's the case, the trouble might have been something less clear, more subtle, and something one would need to think hard and reflect much on recent events to get a truely clear understanding of it.

Either way, it seems that whatever you are involved in, whatever you are currently doing, is demanding too much from you, taking too much from you, draining too much from you as a result.

now I'm free from what you want Now I'm free from what you need Now I'm free from what you are

There is a strong possibility that once you get a break, take the time to think and reflect, see things from a fresh perspective, you'll be able to decide if what's going on, what you are doing, is worth sticking with it and seeing it through or not. That decision is completely up to you. But regardless of the choice you end up making, there is a strong chance that you will soon see things for what they are, if you haven't done so already.

Are the sins getting staler Does every moment move past you Or does it feel like forever And shouldn't you be laughing too?

Were there things that took place while you were there doing what you were doing that you regret? Things you wish you could take back? Or maybe things that happened that you saw that you could do nothing about at the time? Do any of these things haunt you?

It feels like every moment has ground to a hault, every second passing like an eternity passing onto itself. This, regardless of anything else, some kind of weariness, even if you aren't fully aware of it, that leaves you down and feeling depleated of life and energy in a way? At some point something has got to give.

Take a look how they found you Take a look what they've done to you now What was it they wanted Sullen and haunted? If only you saw it coming

Were you recruited to whatever you are taking a break from? Or did you go into it with eyes open? It feels like the way you were when you first started out with it was prime material for them to mold, bend, and break with exhaustion, trauma, problems, drama. Were they hoping to bend until you and others would break?

How far down would you fall If you never came up again? 'Cause you're so sick of it all And you want to change everything Just how deep would you go To see through it all?

The real question is, what are you giving up if you left this behind? It sounds like one of those situations where one door is closed forever. Are you willing to close that door behind you?

Regardless, there's a part of you that is fed up with whatever is going on, other wise you wouldn't ask if you should keep with it after your break or not. Once again, that's up to you. But it does seem like there are truely sincere reasons for you to give it up, let it go, walk away for something else.

Restless tonight Cause I wasted the light Between both these times I drew a really thin line It’s nothing I planned And not that I can But you should be mine Across that line

Speaking of decisions, you have a tough one to make. Is it eating at you? You need to figure out which is more important to you, what you can obtain by sticking with the path you are currently on, or what may come from letting the current path go, giving it up, and seeing what comes by taking a different path instead.

If I traded it all If I gave it all away for one thing Just for one thing If I sorted it out If I knew all about this one thing Wouldn’t that be something

The best thing you can do right now is to think about everything, make sure you have all the facts and important details at hand so you can make the best decision for you in the end. What is most important to you, what do you desire the most deep down in your heart of hearts? Once you know without a doubt, go for it, sieze it with every fibre of your being and don't look back.

Do you pray In the night Can you appreciate the wind And I won't care I won't fight

Let go of all the things that distract you at the moment. Let go and ignore the things that press down upon you, demanding your attention, requiring you to give all of your focus in the here and now. Instead, take a breath, relax, and reconnect to the things that mean something to you. Reconnect to the things that matter, that remind you that you are alive. Focus on those things instead, as they will help you think and reflect more clearly and will allow you to make a better decision about things.

And I can't breathe When you cry But I'll be there to hold you tight And I would kill I would fight To keep you close I keep singing the same way I won't live If you died If I can feel you in the wind And this is me It's my life

So many things press down upon you, demanding attention, causing distraction, making things anxious because they don't want you to let go and give them up. But you only have the time and energy for the things that truely matter. And while the choice is an important one, it will also be a painful one because there are large parts of you who cares about the things you will have to give up, let go, pass on with your choice. Some regrets are unavoidable in this situation, but which would you rather regret? The smaller things that take too much time and energy without paving the path to the things and the places you need or want with every fibre of your being to go and be?Or would you rather regret missing out on the things that truely allow you to do what you want the most, allow you to be the things you need?

In the end, your choice is action and a fight. You fight for what is meaningful and what is irrelevant. Either way, some feelings of sorrow and pain will most likely occur along the way. This naturally happens when things comes into focus and you realize what is important from what is not.

Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don't understand Why you can't reach I bite when I don't want to bend How silent I can be So she is silent too

The worst thing you can do in this situation is become your own worst enemy, which will happen if you don't voice everything from the heart and instead lie to yourself. You will be torn in two if this happens, one half harming the other, and both halves will fail in the process.

And lying isn't even the only thing you can do to harm and even destroy yourself in the process of choosing and making decisions. Silence, staying quiet and refusing to communicate, even with yourself, can do the same thing. Now is not the time for silence, as silence, especially inner silence, will only harm yourself in the end.

She's the one who saw my words Broken, Torn at the seams And broken words were all she heard Now she's walking away from me

Keeping silent to yourself or lying to yourself about what you truely want or need and the choice you need to make will cause the oppertunity to pass you by altogether. Will that oppertunity come again? I have no idea, though probably not, and if it does, it won't return for a long time. Are you willing to allow it all to walk out that door, pass you by, and walk away?

Some never meant And some meant well The difference between us is so Hard to tell I was so shaken but now All I see Is everything she meant to me

Once again, you will know in your heart of hearts of what truely means to you and what does not. Listen, listen deeply and clearly, and act upon what your inner self is telling you about the choices available to you and the choice you should make.Because if you allow the thing that means the most to you, the thing you need, slip through your fingers, it will haunt you for a long while afterwards. You are your own best ally, but you can also be your own worst enemy. That choice is your's to make, just like the great choice at your hands is also your's to make.

Wow, this reading took a lot out of me! It took days to complete, as it did not want to flow as easily as most readings do for me. Actually, it felt more like pulling teeth from a Crocodile bare handed at times, which that does happen sometimes (the reading being difficult to process and write up I mean, not the pulling teeth from the Crocodile thing). I'm sorry if this reading doesn't answer your question as easily as you would have liked or didn't give you answers as straight foreward as you were hoping they would. Please let me know if there is anything more I can do for you!

#KonigsburgConcerto #Readings for Others #Free Readings #Shufflemancy Readings #Land and Rest and Warmth Playlist #Audioslave #What You Are #Finger Eleven #Sick of it All #One Thing #Broken Words #Cold #Gone Away

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justaghostingon · 5 years ago

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Superhero Au Chapter 3: Gyrus

One hundred and eighty two days until space. Gyrus marked his calendar like he did every morning. That was exactly six months. Just six months and he would be out in space, ready to face the unknown. His heart did a giddy flip at the thought.

Of course it also meant he had six months to finish his final project and pass all his classes, but Gyrus tried not to think about it that way. He was an optimist after all.

He ambled over to the fridge, and decided to have some leftover Mandu to celebrate. The Mandu was missing. That can’t be right. He’d only gotten it yesterday...he pushed food around in his fridge but couldn’t find it. Had he accidentally thrown it out? He would never do that, right? He glanced in the trash but there was no Mandu to be seen. It had well and truely vanished.

Gyrus allowed himself a brief period of mourning as the cool of the fridge washed over him.

Then he shook his head and grabbed an apple. ‘It’s a healthier snack,’ he told himself. ‘Better to keep in shape.’ His stomach whined in disagreement.

He walked over to the couch. Everything seemed...slightly off. Like someone had moved all the furniture to the left. The throw blanket was neatly folded over the back, when he’d left it folded over the armrest...hadn’t he? The remote was on top of his school books, and he never put there unless he watched tv later in the day...

Gyrus marched over to the door, the wild thought of Mandu thieves racing through his head. The lock was secure and unharmed. There were no scratch marks on the wall or floor as signs of forced entry. He checked both the knob and the key hole. Nothing. The only way someone had gotten in here was with a key. But Gyrus had them both, one in his wallet and one hidden in his locker at the lab. The only other person was...

No, no. That was rediculous. Don had not come back from his trip purely to break into his tenants’ homes and eat their Mandu. He was just being paranoid.

He flipped on the tv to the morning news. The mayor was making a speech again...something about reporters being more careful of danger, blah blah, Simple...Gyrus sat up with a jolt. The news anchors were talking about Simple, while a clip of him yelling at the reporters played. How had he missed this? It must have happened after he went to bed.

He opened his phone to a site called Simple Watch, and scrolled up. Looks like a late night diner had been attacked by jellies. Simple had fought them off single handed, until the police had shown up and tried to assist. Not that Simple had been to happy with that, as they had nearly hit him too. Gyrus frowned.

“...All I’m saying is that people need to be more causious.” The voice from the tv filtered through to Gyrus’s ears. “We know nothing about him save for how dangerous he is. He has powers no one can explain, can inexplicably kill creatures our police can’t, and he’s clearly not from here.” Bile rose in Gyrus’s throat as the news anchor continued talking, “And now with how he’s threatening the press... he’s obviously unhinged.”

Gyrus turned the tv off with a click, a foul taste in his mouth. He tried to take another bite of the apple but found it didn’t help. He chucked the apple at the trashcan. “Stupid apple,” he muttered to himself. “Stupid news, stupid racist reporters.” He shoved his books into his bag and relished the loud thud they made as they collided. “What does he know anyway?” He twisted the key in his lock with extra force to make it shriek. “I bet he’s never even met Simple.”

He’d never met him, that had to be it. He wouldn’t be so paranoid if he had. Sure, Simple tended to come off as rude and angry...and he really didn’t seem good with people...but he was still putting himself in danger to try and fight monsters that no one else could. He didn’t have to, but he did.

In his mind’s eye, Gyrus saw the great purple jelly looming above him, its six great eyes fixed on him as it opened it vacumous maw full of sharp teeth. He’d kicked out desperately, but it did nothing to stop the beast. All at once he’d known he would die here, eaten whole by a monster straight out of a video game.

Then all at once something sharp and blue had cut through it, bisecting the monster and embedding itself in the wall behind Gyrus. Sticky goo had rained down on him, but Gyrus hadn’t cared, to thrilled to be alive.

He’d looked up, and for the first time realized the blue thing was actually two blue things: a sword, and a man. The man was tall, far taller than Gyrus even as he stood half bent over from the momentum of the kill. Their eyes met.

In all the books he’d read, people had always romanticised how they felt when they saw there rescuer. How noble and brave they’d looked. But Gyrus didn’t see any of that. To him, Simple had only looked scared. Scared and confused and so, so tired.

The mayor had come up behind him, and spoke, startling Simple, who had instantly put himself between Gyrus and the sound, fists ready even if his sword was still stuck in the wall. ‘So this is what the hero of the game looks like,’ Gyrus had thought. ‘Scared and tired and still ready to fight.’

Mayor and Simple were still in discussion, and other people were crowding around. But Simple still glanced back at him, anxious and concerned, and Gyrus felt something warm bubble up in his stomach.

Everyone had clapped when Simple introduced himself. But Gyrus made sure he was loudest.

A ping from his phone jolted him out of his thoughts. He glanced down to see a new post from Simple Watch. It had a photo encaptioned: Simple eats breakfast, and clearly shot out someone’s top story window. Simple sat on the roof of an apartment complex, eating something round and soft... Gyrus squinted st the grainy photo...was that Mandu?

Simple liked Mandu. The corner of Gyrus’s mouth twitched. Looks like things were looking up.

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The lab was dark when Gyrus arrived. Not that he minded. He was used to being the first one in. He absently flipped on the lights as he walked down the hall. The lights flickered as they turned on, dimmer then usual, washing out all the color in the room.

Gyrus shivered. It seemed...colder down here. Maybe he’d need to ask the professor about fixing heating later. His footsteps echoed down the hall, the only sound in the stillness. Combined with the dim and the cold, it seemed...eerie.

And as he walked down he got the strangest sensation that he was not alone. That was preposterous of course, and even as he swung around to see nothing did he know he was being foolish. Bur he couldn’t help it. Because everytime he turned back around he could swear he saw something flicker in the shadows just out of his sight.

Gyrus quickly ducked into the locker room and shut the door. The warm glow seeped into the corners and relaxed him. Nothing in here. He changed in to protective gear absently, noting his house key still tucked away inside.

He paused at the door leading out to the labs. The handle was frozen. Metal icy to the touch as the water in the air had condenced to ice. That wasn’t a good sign. Not good at all.

Gyrus mentally ran through all of the projects inside as he hurriedly stuffed himself in one of the biohazard suits from the rack. ‘Mary’s was mechanic...Philmon’s involved nitrogen he he was way to careful to let it out like this...and of course his had nothing to do with ice at all...’

‘The professor,’ Gyrus thought to himself as he screwed on his helmet. ‘It must be the professor’s secret project. The one he won’t show us yet.’

Gyrus threw open the door and barged in, ready to save whatever he could. The inside was far, far colder than the hall had been. It felt like stepping in to a freezer. Gyrus held his flashlight high and looked around wildly.

The room was much like how he’d left it. Seperate stations all set up, each with their own equitment and inventions casting a maze of strange shadows on the floor. But something was off, he realized. Papers were scattered at odd positons on the floor. Valuable equitment was knocked haphazardly on the desks. Someone had been in here.

Or Something.

Gyrus began to move forward slowly, swinging his flashlight in every direction as he walked. Nothing moved. The air sat unnaturally still, amplifying each quiet step Gyrus took, each slight shuffle of his biohazard suit rubbing against itself as he raised the flashlight to peak around corners.

The mess seemed to leave a trail, with the worst of the damage leading down to the left wall, where the professor kept his secret project. Gyrus crept towards the strange contraption, its shiny black form almost indistinguishable in the darkness, but for the curve of its spherical head jutting out. A sharp, jagged grey line crossed the black in what Gyrus knew was just an entry point, but in the dark it leered like the maw of a monster. Above it the red glowing ports glared like eyes into the stillness.

Gyrus reached out a trembling, gloved hand, half expecting to feel the give of a jelly monster or the rough matting of fur. But the object beneath his fingers is firm. He slides it along, admiring for a second how smooth it must be, and stops. For the feeling seeping through the layers of the biosuit is not coldness, but warmth. Its hot to the touch, like a fire or a blanket, he’s to wrapped up in protective gesr to tell. But then what...

A cold shiver runs down his spine. He turns flashlight raised high to see a figure across the room, looming over his desk. He screams and the figure turns, its empty red eyes fixated on him. It gives an inhuman screech and Gyrus is terrified, so scared he fears he may never move again.

Then he sees what lies below the creatures skeletal, shadowy hands.

An anger fills Gyrus like he’s never known before at the sight of his final project in the monster’s grip. With fury and terror of someone who knows there future was about to be wripped away, he threw the nearest object at the monster’s head. “That’s mine!” He snarls.

The object, his flashlight, passes harmlessly through thr creature’s head. But Gyrus doen’t stop moving. He yanks a wrench out an throws it too, throwing anything he could reach. He stalks forward and even though it should be pitch black he can still see from the light of the green glowing...something.

The creature simply looks at him, and then it is gone. No fleeing or charging, it was simply there one second and gone the next.

All at once Gyrus feels tired, tired like he’s never felt before. He takes one more staggering step to his desk, before he collapses against it. His last though before he slips into unconsciousness is a silent plea to see the top of his desk, to see his project...

The professor finds him, passed out in a biosuit in the ruined lab. He is pressing with his questions, but accepts what Gyrus says at face value, something wrong in the lab, an intruder...

Gyrus leaves out the part about the monster with red eyes, not sure if it was real, or what his mind infused over a simple ski mask and goggles in his fear.

They are lucky, the police tell them when they arrive. Aside from the mess not much seems to be broken or stolen. Considering what happened, it could have been a lot worse.

‘Lucky huh,’ Gyrus thought dully as he sat wrapped in a shock blanket. ‘Wouldn’t that be nice.’

Only one thing in the whole lab was missing, and no matter how they search it could not be found. It was a small object, plane and boring. But it meant more to Gyrus than anything in the world.

His final project: the black box.

#room of swords gyrus #ros gyrus #room of swords kodya #ros kodya #ros don #superhero au #room of swords shadows #kodya #gyrus #room of swords #room of swords fanfic

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adelia-adelia · 6 years ago

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Enough || Mark - l.mk - nct

Type: High school au! Nerd mark au! Smut...yep

Pairing: Mark x female reader

Summary: mark was confident that a popular (and not to mention cute) girl would never be interested in him , but oh do the tables turn when a certain someone hands him a love letter.

“I hope he reads this,” you whisper as you sneakily place a pink letter into his desk drawer. Looking around , you quickly walk away and leave to your class next door to marks.

Marks pov

As I walked into class I sighed and almost immediately sat down in my seat. I had been running away from my friend Donghyuk all morning because I accidentally spilt my strawberry milk on him. “I thought I was going to die,” I sighed in relief only to yell out in shock as donghyuck stood at the door , evil written all over his face as he huffed in and out. “You are going to die!” He yelled out as he ran in my direction , I quickly took a few steps back , ready to run out until he ran straight into my desk and yelped out in pain.

“You’re such an idiot!” I laughed as he bent over to hold his leg. I couldn’t help but lean onto another students desk as I continued laughing. Donghyuck groaned in pain and looked up at me , annoyance clearly on his face. “Hey , what’s this?” He asked as he picked up a pink envolope. I shrug and walk over with caution. “What’s it say?” I ask. Donghyucks eyes widen and he starts laughing “it’s a love letter! How is someone in love with you?” He laughed a little too much. “Ouch dude ,” I chuckled “here , let me see. Who’s it from?” I ask in curiousity “I have no idea , they didn’t leave a name but instead a place to meet , god how cliche can this get?” He snickered. “Whatever” I roll my eyes and snatch the paper out of his hands. “The old gyms storage room? That’s like , on the other side of the school is it not?” I scratch my head. “It is indeed , so you better rush over there after school , mr popular,” he joked. “ I’m not mr popular...I’ll never have the chance to be anyway,” I frowned.

End of pov

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You silently waited in the old storage room as you hummed along to a song in your head. Your hopes were falling lower and lower as each minute passed by. You sighed sadly “is he going to arrive? Maybe he already has a girlfriend,” your angle like smile started to faulter and you panicked “what if she read the note instead of him?! What if she hates me now?” You start to tear up “Oh no,I’m getting overwhelmed!” You shake your head and eventually the tears from your face disappears.

Just as you were about to give up you hear the door open. Your eyes widened and you didn’t know what reaction you would have , was it mark? Was it his girlfriend that no probably hates you? Was it just a random student? “Y/n? Why are you here?” You immediately stopped all thoughts and a huge smile made its way onto your lips “hi there , Mark” you cutely waved.

You watched him as he fiddled with his school bag. “S-so were you the one who wrote the letter?” He nervously asked. You giggled at his cuteness “if I said no what would you do?” You teased “i-i don’t know,” he stuttered. “Relax , you’re so adorable” you giggled “I’m the one who wrote the letter , and I asked you to meet me here because I wanted to ask you something,” you smiled , you placed your lavender bag down on the ground , the sounds of keychains clanging together was the only thing that filled the silence.

“Look...y/n , I’m sure this is just a joke right? You’re out of my league there’s no way you actually like me,” he sadly said. You frowned “are you rejecting me? Mark I really like you,” your smile left your face and was now replaced with a sad look. Mark couldn’t help but fall for your cute face even more. “What if I reject you?” “Please , I’ll do anything,” you desperately say “I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t reject me , I really do truely like you,” you cutely mumble. You whine and hug him tightly , you could feel marks body go tense as you held him closely. “Anything?” He asks , you nod frantically. “I’ll do anything for you,” you hug him tighter.

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Mark somehow managed to get you to sit down and listen to what he wanted to propose. “Y/n , Don’t get me wrong I too , like you a lot , I’ve had a crush on you since moving to this high school-“ “then go out with me,” you say with a smile “I will , if you can give me the one thing I want from you,” he says with uncertainty “I’ll do it. Just tell me,” you tuck your hair behind your ear and lock eyes with him. “I-I want to have sex with you,” he says ,almost as if it’s embarrassing. You tilt your head to the side and giggle “of course! I’ll do anything for you my love,” you smile. “R-really?!” He asks , you nod , confirming his question. “I want to do this properly though,” he says with a blush on his face. You were either crazy or genuinely wanted to do this was the only thing circling marks mind.

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“Welcome to my home , my parents are on a business trip over seas so we can do whatever we want without worrying,” you laugh. You grab hold of marks hand and drag him to your room. “Follow me,” you sing as you sit on your huge bed. “U-um sure,” he rushes over to your bed only to sit in front of you. “I-I’m a virgin so I don’t really know what to do,” he stuttered cutely.

“I’ll be gentle on you,” you giggle. You get off the bed and start to unbutton your shirt “though I can’t promise anything,” you mumble “what?” Mark asked “huh?” You hummed. “Let’s start shall we,” “u-uh okay,” he stutters. You take off your tie , slipping your shirt and skirt off , you turn around to see mark taking his shirt off too. “Oh mark , you’re so adorable! I love you so much!” You say as you run to him and wrap your arms around his body. “I’ll just take my pants off if that’s okay , y/n,” he smiles “of course!” You chuckle. You sit on the bed and look at the mirror that stands on your wall , you fixed your appearance and straightened your simple yet cute white matching undergarments. You sneak up to the edge of the bed and back hug mark as he stands there , nervously.

You glide your hands across his soft skin and you sigh in content. “I’ve yearned this moment for so long,” you whisper as your hands go further down his chest. You could feel his body tense up as your hands searched his body. You quickly turned him around and pulled him onto the bed. “Mark...make me yours,” you say as you lay on the soft silky sheets. He leans down to kiss you and you softly kiss back. You decide to spice things up a bit despite only kissing for the first time and you flip yourselves over. You start to take charge as you straddle his lap. “mark...you can touch me all you want , You’re the only one I want” you whisper in his ear. He slowly placed his hands on your body , he glides them up and down your back and soon brings them to your front.

You give him nothing but a smile to keep going. He silently brings his hands closer to your breasts , you let out a soft moan as he gives them a slight squeeze. He looks up at you and you lock eyes with him , you lick your lips before diving back in for an erotic kiss. You rest your hands on his chest as you pull back for air. As Mark gets needier he struggles to unclip your bra. “That’s not how you do it , silly,” you laugh as you help him with your bra. “Touch me,” you seductively whisper as you look down at him with alluring eyes.

Letting out a whimper as Mark squeezes them roughly , your body gives out and you lean into him. “Did that hurt? I’m sorry,” mark apologised with panick , you shook your head “it’s fine,” you breathe out with a soft voice. Mark flips you both over , you could feel his erection poking your thigh and you giggle , “You’re so cute,” you cup his face. Pushing yourself against him he moaned out and you watched as he looked down at you as if you were a godess. You gazed into his eyes “I should take control , dont you think?” Confused , he nodded and for the second time , you were on top. You got rid of his boxers and tossed them aside along with your own panties. You wrapped your hands around him and he groaned. You slowly slid your hand up and down his length and he couldn’t hold back his moans. He was hard , almost as hard as rock. You gaze at him and you lick your lips , you lean forward and connect your lips to his. Soft and sweet , his lips moved in rythym to yours. You pull away only to leave ghost like kisses down his neck to his collar bone as your hand keeps in its rythmic pattern on his shaft.

“Y/n,” he whimpers , you swear this boy was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen as you keep in a squeal. “Do you want me to go faster?” You ask as you slow down , he doesn’t say anything and instead bites his lip. “ you have to tell me or I won’t go any further , baby boy,” you spread the beads of precum over his tip and he whines out. “Answer me,” you say a little too aggressively as you jerk him even slower. “Go faster,” “manners,” you remind as you bite your lip at marks expression. “Please , please go faster,” you smile and pick up the pace. The faster your hand went the harder he gripped onto your bed sheets.

“Don’t stop,” he moaned , you could feel his legs tense up , you knew he was about to spill so you released your hand from him. “Y/n,” he dragged the last syllable out as he whined. You giggled at his reaction and hovered over him , you lined him up with entrance and down you went. You moaned loudly as he streatched you out , as for Mark , he was looking straight at you , biting his lip as he denied the moan that wanted to escape. You moved up and mark couldn’t handle it , he moaned louder than you. You slammed back down and knew only one thing. That this felt like ecstasy. You continued to ride him , moans and groaned slipped out and occasionally even some whimpers.

“Fuck,” he grunted , his eyes were closed shut. You were both sweaty and filled with pleasure. Grabbing his hands , you guided them to your working hips , as you worked yourself on him he would guide you through it all. You loved the feeling of being told what to do but you loved telling people what to do even more.

You slammed down onto him so hard you swore you could feel him hit your cervix , as that happened you felt an urge of sensation hit your body like a wave. You were close to your orgasm and Mark was too , you could feel him twitching inside as your walls got tighter. The suction from your vagina only pleasured him more and pulled you down harsher then before and that’s when you came , you moaned out and held onto marks shoulders like there were no tomorrow.

As you came your walls got even tighter and mark spilled his seeds into you. You pulled away from him and leaned down to his member , you placed him in your mouth and sucked him slowly , you milked him dry as you overstimulated him. He was whimpering like a mess , his legs were having a spasm as you licked over his slit. However that didn’t stop you as you deepthroated him and swallowed making him whimper out a ‘ stop ‘. You peaked up from his crotch and kissed him before laying next to him.

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The next day you walked with him to school. You held onto his arm and looked at him with loving eyes. “Do you want me to leave you alone during school?” He asked with a scared voice “ what are you implying Mark?” You curiously asked “you’re like really popular , do you want to be seen with me? I mean I don’t mind if you don’t want to be with me during school and all like who wants to date a no body? Like no one even knows me , I’m just a nerd so I’m not sure if you want to be known as the popular girl who dated a nerd-“ you kissed mark , shutting him up. “I don’t care about my reputation or what people think. All I know is that I love you and I want to be with you all the time,” you giggle. Mark smiles down at you “I love you too, y/n,” he laces your hands together as you walk through the school gates as a couple.

#mark lee #nct mark #nctzen #nct oneshot #nct 2018 #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagines #mark smut #nct mark lee #nct mark smut #nct smut #donghyuck #haechan

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i-like-my-height · 6 years ago

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BTS x Trans Male Scenarios

So i was talking to a friend and we both realised that like there are very few fics about male/transgender/non-binary etc people so... i wanna help by doing my part!

This is when you come out to BTS as being a trans male and how they react.

This is my first scenario thingy so please don't judge too much...

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Yoongi:

Binding is getting kinda hard now. You hate it. The more you wait, the bigger they become, and the harder they are to hide. But at least it makes you feel better in the end. Finally, you feel like yourself. Yoongi is away for the night, and shouldn't be back for a while. He doesn't know about you being transgender. You don't know why, but even though you two have been dating for over a year, you find the idea of coming out to him intimidating. You finish up with binding, put on some of yoongi's smaller clothes and look in the mirror. Tossing a beanie over your hair, you smile at the person you feel you truely are. "... I'm gonna tell him! I will!"

"Tell me what?" You jump in shock as you hear his smooth voice ring through the room. You spin your head to catch Yoongi's eyes staring at your chest. "... Where did your tits go?" Oh geez. Not like this. You didn't want things to end up this way. But you suppose it's now or never.

"Yoongi.. I'm... I'm not what you think I am... I... I..." You feel your legs tremble and your palms start to sweat "... I'm trans..." Silence. He didn't even move a muscle. What did you do wrong!? Does he hate you!? What do yo-

"Oh. Okay. Want to watch a movie with me?" .... WHAT!? You spend all those hours a day crying over how you'll come out and you get a response like THAT!? Tears flood out of your eyes as you look at him in shock. "... I guess I should say more. Listen, i don't care about your gender or sex or anything like that. You are my beautiful boyfriend, and I love you with all my heart. Although... I'm gonna have to keep a closer eye on all my clothes." He smirks and he places a hand on your cheek and wipes away a tear. "I love you, babyboy..."

"I love you too, Yoongi.."

Namjoon:

"I love weddings!" Namjoon is always so excited. He loves dressing up in nice suits, his hair neat and tidy, his eyes glimmering with happiness. "Listen, babe, I need to run to the shops. You should get dressed." With a kiss on the cheek and a soft smile, he leaves. This is it. This is your chance.

You swing open Namjoon's cupboard and look through. He never cleans out his things due to the fear he would break it: so all of his old and smaller things are still there. Perfect. You grab a black suit, a white shirt and a blue tie that matches Namjoon's. Getting dressed, you feel comfortable. You feel like yourself. You smirk as you look at yourself in the mirror, dressed how YOU want to. No stupid dresses, no dumb high heels, nothing. Just a smart suit, just for you.

Suddenly, you feel arms snake around your waist, a head burrying into your neck from behind "So... When were you gonna tell me?" Shivers run down your spine. Does he know...? He can't, you haven't done anything until now... He smiles "I never knew you were a cross dresser!"

Ouch. "Joonie... that's not quite right.... You see... I-"

"You're trans. Babe, you talk in your sleep. You've confessed to me multiple times." What!? You knew about your sleep talking, but you didn't know about that! "And besides... I kinda like you wearing my suits~ We still have a while, how about we test out what you're like as a guy~" And with that, he sweeps you off your feet, smirking. "I've always wanted to sleep with a guy, anyways~"

Jin:

"Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook! BTS!"

A quiet whistle plays out before the base kicks in and the boys start to move. Your relationship with Jin hasn't been a secret to anyone, especially when he looks off stage at you, singing all of his lovey dovey lines. A blush rises on your cheeks as Jin's lips part to allow his voice to sing his enchanting melody. You loved it when Jin sings to you. It make you feel safe. Warm. Loved.

He looks into your eyes as he walks towards the side of the stage, placing a hand in your palm and pulling you out onto the stage where Jimin has already set up a chair. He sit you down into it, singing the rest of the song softly, occasionally looking away just to please the millions on fans in front of him.

"What a lucky girl..." You hear Hobi mutter under his breath once the song finishes.

Girl.

The sea of lights changing colour and frantically waving side to side as the boys catch a breath fills you with this unknown feelings. Now. You want tell them now.

"BOY! LUCKY BOY! I'M A MAN! MALE! TRANS!" The well rehearsed lines you practiced day in and day out fly out of your head with a mess of words that only some can make out.

"You're... trans...?" Jin freezes. He looks at the boys around him. "... Only one thing will need to change." He smirks, walking over to the chair and dropping to one knee. The 6 other boys hold up big signs.

"Will"

"You"

"Y/N"

"L/N"

"Marry"

"Me"

"... It would mean the world if you said yes and became my husband"

Jimin:

".... Bunny? Can we try something out?" His voice is quiet, unlike himself usually. He's usually quite dominate, full of power. But now, he's small, cute, like a little kitten.

"What is it?" You tilt your head in curiosity, eger to hear what he means.

"Well... when we're usually... busy... i put on this kinda, act. I pretend to be this big strong man, but really... i'm not. So... is there anyway YOU can pretend to be that man...? Y-you can do whatever, really, i just... kinda wanna change things up a little"

.... Is this a dream? Your boyfriend, the person who you love more than anything, has asked you to be more of a man in bed. This is too perfect! You've always wanted to drop this feminine submissive act and be who you really were. You knew Jimin liked guys, but you didn't realise how much until it happened. And IT was great. You had complete control.

"... You're a natrual... Like you're an actual guy!"

"... Well i am, kitten~" You smirk. This spike of dominance gave you the courage to just... say it!

"... what...?" He looks at you, weak and confused. You can see the gears turning in his head until he hits a lightbulb. "... are you trans?" You nod softly, a small smile forming at the corner of your mouth. He grins "Can we do this more!? I love this! I'll even pay for surgery for you! I'll support you through everything!"

"I'll take that as an I love you"

"Oh right... I love you, Bunny."

"I love you too, kitten..."

Jungkook:

"Babe? My makeup artist is sick, and i need to do my own makeup for the shoot today. Can i practise on you today?" His eyes glistened in the mirror lights, brushes scattered all over the table. You were never a fan of makeup because it always made you look too female for your liking. But you can never say no to those puppydog eyes.

"As long as i can wear it to my party. We don't have much time to take it off"

"Of course babe!" Almost instantly, makeup is splashed all over your face. He turns you around so he can work slightly better. He's very light with the brushwork, clearly not doing anything extreme.

By the end of it, his legs and arms are covered in powder and cream. He was never tidy when doing anything... before you can turn around to see yourself in the mirror, he grabs you and forces you to wear a sports bra. At least, that's what you thought it was. The bra seemed to be quite tight, and made your chest almost completely disappear. Was... was it a binder?

He shoves a suit onto you and messes up your hair a little. He pulls you out the room and into the bedroom where a messive full body mirror stood, proudly displaying the cutest gay couple you had ever seen.

Wait. Gay...

The makeup. It made you look more masculine, defining a more sharp jawline. The binder completely blocked out your chest and the suit cancelled out your curves. You smile. "I look like a guy."

"Yeah... A cute one too." He takes your hand. "... You know... I love you. No matter if you were a boy or a girl." That's when it hits you. Kookie knew. Jeon Jungkook, that sly son of a bitch, knew this whole time. And he planned this.

"I need to go get dressed. But sit tight. I want to introduce everyone to my handsome boyfriend"

Hoseok:

"... What are these?" Hobi picks up a small bottle of pills from inside your bag. The pills in the bottle rattle about like the fears inside your body clawing away. He tilts his head as he reads the label on the side "Testosterone...? Babe, why do you need that?" Your brain warps and shifts words in your head in a desperate attempt to explain the hormones in your bag.

"I.. uh... You love me, right?" He nods, a soft smile glows on his face. What a ray of sunshine.... "... I'm transgender. I've only just started hormone therapy. I wanted to tell you, but I was too scared you would reject me..."

Instantly, arms fling around you, his grip tight as he mutters sweet nothings under his breath about how you're perfect and he loves you no matter what. He springs back and places the tablets in your hands.

"Here! Take them! Do you need a binder? I'll get you that too! We can go shopping to get you more clothes!" You try to explain that you don't mind and that he doesn't need to pay for everything, but the rays of sunlight coming off of his bright smile paralise your option to say no. You can't help it. He is always so willing to help, even though half the time he has no idea what he's doing and why it helps. He just wants you to be happy.

"I promise you, I'll help you be the best man alive!"

Taehyung:

The internet is an open door to all sorts of knowledge about the LGBT+ community. From "how to bind" to "How to get a 3D beard," Transgender people have many more chances to express themselves a lot easier than ever before. However, the problem lies when you forget to clear your history and your boyfriend wants to learn "How to get a 3D printer." The things he looks up sometimes...

You start to wonder why Tae has been on the laptop for so long, a constant look of confusion plastered on his adorbale face. "What's wrong, Teddybear?" He looks up and smiles.

"How many genders are there? What about Gender-non-conforming? Or non-bina-" You place your finger on Tae's lips, hushing him.

"These are all complicated for someone who is just learning about things outside male and female. Let's start with Trans. I'm Trans. I was born a female, but I identify as Male and I know that I am actually male." You smile, confident in how you came out. "That makes me your boyfriend!"

His expression stays the same but slowly his mouth growns into a grin. He tackles you in a massive hug.

"I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! Teddy bear will make dinner tonight. You just sit tight and be a cute ass man."

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