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too-gay-for-marvel · 3 years ago

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just this once pt.5

a/n: yall. yall im on a roll. and no i will not apologise for anything that happens in this chapter. also, still learning how to do taglists so if it doesn’t work or you weren’t included, send me a message and i’ll try to get it fixed!

Word Count: 4,285

Warnings: canon typical violence, non-explicit mentions of torture, mutant experimentation

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

“I think Fury is giving you a sign.”

Natasha looked up from her paperwork to see Maria leaning against the door frame to her office. She herself had just gotten back from a mission, evident in her slightly mused ponytail and gun still on her hip. A very beyond attractive look, if Natasha had to say it.

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, leaning back in her chair to give her full attention to her fiancee.

“So he didn’t tell you,” Maria said with a nod. She pushed herself off the door frame and moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“I’ll admit that gives me a clue,” Natasha said with a small frown. She didn’t like where this was going.

“He’s sending you on another mission,” Maria replied. “With Y/N.”

“I thought we told him emergencies only,” Natasha mused more to herself than to Maria.

It seemed like Nick was sending the both of you on every mission he could possibly come up with. He needed some information. Then he wanted the layout of a base. Then he wanted some recon on security in another location. All were things that Natasha not only could have done with someone else, but she could have gotten them done on her own.

He seemed to think differently.

“He wants you to leave tomorrow,” Maria continued, bringing Natasha out of her pouting. “Personnel recovery.”

“At least that gives us a few hours together,” Natasha said with a small smile.

“Maybe we can finally get some planning done,” Maria nodded as she stood up. “Maybe a colour scheme?”

“Red and black,” Natasha shot back.

“We’ll argue about it later,” Maria smiled. She walked over and tilted Natasha’s chin up to give her a quick kiss before leaving the office, presumably to get cleaned up.

Natasha looked down at her paperwork for not even five minutes before deciding she was going to rush upstairs and surprise Maria in the shower. She had just started piling the papers up when you walked in, harpoon on hip and soaking wet.

“Did you ask Fury for another mission?” You asked as you plopped into the chair opposite her, water instantly dripping down the sides of the seat.

“No,” Natasha said curtly, hoping she could get you out of her office sooner if she didn’t invite conversation.

“Then why is he sending us together?” You asked. Your fingers started combing through your hair, the webs gathering whatever was stuck. Drops of water splashed onto Natasha’s pristine papers.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said again, turning her lip up when you put a piece of seaweed on her desk.

“I thought you knew everything,” you huffed, staring intently as a shell you had pulled out of your suit sleeve.

“Well clearly not,” Natasha mumbled to herself.

You leaned over to rest your elbows on the desk, your dripping wet hair leaving puddles on the mahogany and her papers. Natasha set her jaw and gave you a look, keeping eye contact. But your eyes gave off that mischievous sparkle, the one that would make any woman swoon. And Natasha’s heart raced.

“Think I can get that in writing?” You asked with a raised brow. “You know, for the next time you act like a know-it-all.”

“Did you just come in here to act like an ass?” Natasha asked as she picked her papers up and started walking out.

“Actually,” you started as you pushed away from the desk and stood up, “I’m here to bring you this.”

You held your open hand out, palm up, and Natasha looked cautiously to see what it was. In the middle of your palm was a whole shell, with a small black pearl in the centre. It looked absolutely stunning, and Natasha reached out to gently take it.

“Why did you bring this to me?” Natasha asked, although she feared she already knew your answer.

“Cheeseburger found the shell the other day,” you shrugged, “and Roger got the pearl out.”

Natasha did her best not to chuckle at the silly names you had given the octopus and otter that usually inhabited your moon pool. Cheeseburger, the octopus, had lost two limbs and had a nasty habit of stealing your cheeseburgers (hence the name), while Roger was an in-progress rehabilitation project. Unfortunately, the three of you were like peas in a pod.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha mused, her eyes still glued to the pearl. “But I can’t take this home to my fiancee.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. The space between the both of you increased as you visibly took a step back, and Natasha missed the closeness. Things had seemed normal only a moment ago, and now she could feel you closing yourself off to her, going cold once again.

“Then give it to Maria,” you shrugged. “Get some brownie points before going off on another mission with her favourite person.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Natasha shot back. “I just don’t want to waste your gift.”

“It was just cluttering up my space,” you replied, voice cold.

“Give it to Yelena,” Natasha said softly, holding the shell and pearl back out for you to take. “She would love it.”

“Yelena,” you huffed with a small smile. A sad smile. You grabbed the shell from her hand rather roughly, causing Natasha to flinch. “Thanks for the input.”

“Y/N,” Natasha started, but you were already walking away in the opposite direction, head high and feet dragging.

Natasha sighed and started her own way back to her floor. She wanted Maria to distract her. From you.

———

“What’s our objective again?” You shouted from the back of the quinjet.

“Personnel recovery,” Yelena answered. “Some scientist wanted out of AIM.”

“Why is that my responsibility?” You continued. Your boots echoed off the floor and you popped your head in between Yelena’s and Natasha’s chairs.

“Because something smelled-”

“Don’t,” Natasha interrupted.

“-fishy,” Yelena finished anyway, and both you and Natasha groaned as she just laughed at herself.

“I’m not paid enough for this,” Natasha mumbled to herself before turning her head and looking out the windows.

“I’ll throttle you,” you said as you lightly slapped Yelena upside the head.

“Listen,” she tried to say around another round of giggles, “if Fury ever told me his plans, I wouldn’t be stuck here with you two.”

“Well why don’t you find out? I wanna know why he’s sending me on this mission.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know? Surely you must have some kind of-”

“Can you both shut up?” Natasha shouted. The both of you grew silent immediately, and Natasha finally let out a breath and tried to rub her growing migraine away.

“Should’ve just sent Nat,” you grumbled. “She’s grumpy enough to scare everyone away all on her own.”

Yelena snorted, and when Natasha shot a look her way, she tried her best to look out the window. You, on the other hand, held up to her challenge and met her eyes. That ridiculous smirk refused to disappear, and Natasha wanted so desperately to wipe it off your face. But instead she just turned back around and looked out the window once again.

The rest of the trip was silent, only the occasional update being spoken aloud. Yelena managed to drop the both of you off and stayed in the jet, more than ready for when you both got back and could get back to the Tower for a well-deserved weekend.

It was a quick jog to the location, with tents and cages set up all around the landing port. The building was a few stories tall, but well fortified with guards around every corner. The majority of cages were empty, but every now and then you could hear a bear, a dog, a human.

“I thought these guys were scientists,” you whispered from where you were crouched beside Natasha.

“They are,” Natasha nodded.

“Must be pretty paranoid then,” you continued.

“You would be too if your work relied on illegal mutant experimentation,” Natasha clarified. You didn’t say anything else, but she could see your knuckles going pale.

“Let’s get our man and go,” you practically growled. “Before I kill them all.”

Natasha knew you weren’t joking.

You both went in opposite directions, you heading to the back door and Natasha heading to the side. There was no guaranteeing that the scientist was even inside at all, but that was the easiest place to check. There was too much vulnerability outside and Natasha wasn’t going to risk getting caught and failing another mission.

“How are we supposed to find one nerd in a facility full of nerds?” You asked over the intercoms, and Natasha assumed you had made it into the building.

“Be nice,” Natasha whispered, “not all scientists are nerds.”

“Bruce and Tony are,” you replied. Natasha pulled herself against a wall when she heard voices. “Everyone here is.”

“Hush,” Natasha whispered. You remained silent as Natasha listened to footsteps getting closer, and then turning into the opposite direction. She let out a quiet breath.

“Do we really want to help someone who’s torturing mutants?” You asked again, a barely contained anger in your voice.

Natasha rounded another corner, trying to come up with an answer for you. You weren’t wrong; she didn’t like the idea either. Why save the scientist when you could save the people instead? But Fury wanted him, and there had to be a reason for it. The location was known, so someone could always come back to save them another day.

“Nick will send us back another day,” Natasha finally said out loud. You huffed on the other end of the comms.

You both continued through the facility, methodically clearing rooms until finally you indicated you had found him. Some wiry man with broken glasses, according to your description. Natasha gave confirmation and headed to the meet up point, somewhere on the second floor. Once Natasha was about to round the corner to the location, she could hear your voice carrying through the halls.

“You’re lucky I don’t wring your neck myself.”

“What’s the problem?” Natasha asked as soon as she saw you.

You were right. The man was wiry and nerdy, something you would expect from a mad scientist in a comic book. White tape was wrapped around the nose piece of his glasses in stereotypical fashion and he was hunched over like the world was resting on his shoulders.

No surprise, considering you were hovering nearly a foot over him.

“He called me an animal,” you seethed, your hands visibly shaking with the desire to have them around the man’s neck.

“Look at your arms and neck, what else could you be?” He asked in a gruff New Jersey accent.

“You want an animal? I’ll show you an-”

“That’s enough,” Natasha demanded. She stepped in between the both of you and pushed you away, not even bothering to get near the man.

“If he has to go with us, then so does one of the mutants,” you said, leaving no room for argument in your voice.

“We can’t risk it, we’re leaving them here,” Natasha said quickly. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand up and her stomach felt like it was dropping.

“I’m not leaving them and taking that,” you said through clenched teeth while pointing at the scientist.

“You’re going to risk my life for one of them?” He asked, his face drawn in disgust at the mere thought that his life was equal to a mutant’s. Natasha wanted to strangle him.

“We will come back for them another day,” Natasha said again, but you didn’t look convinced.

“I’m not leaving without them, so you’re gonna have to wait,” you shot back.

Voices could be heard in the stairwell a few halls away.

“And I’m not risking another mission,” Natasha argued, walking closer to you and forcing you to step backward to keep your space.

“If you think I’m taking that and leaving one of those kids then you’re-”

Click.

The both of you froze, your eyes boring into Natasha’s. A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, so thick Natasha struggled to draw breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach returned.

And then your eyes left hers, trailing down to the too-tight cuffs that were now keeping you chained to the pipes against the wall. They weren’t the usual police handcuffs, but the kind that they had used on Loki after the invasion of New York.

You weren’t getting out of them.

“Natasha,” you started, your eyes moving back to meet hers.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha whispered. She took one heavy step back, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Unlock them,” you continued. Your chest was starting to rise and fall slightly faster.

“Someone will come for you,” Natasha said again with a slight nod.

Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Get back here, Romanoff,” you said as Natasha started leading the scientist down the hall.

Away from you.

She didn’t answer. She just felt her leaden boots take step after step, leading her further away from where you were chained. When she didn’t answer, she heard the sound of metal pulling against metal and your grunts and groans as you tried to yank the cuffs off.

“You can’t leave me here!” You shouted, your voice echoing down the hall after Natasha had turned the final corner.

She heard other voices coming from the same direction as yours, quickly followed by shouting and the solid thuds of blows being landed.

“Natalia!” You shouted again once Natasha had opened the door to lead the scientist out.

Only moments after the door shut, Natasha heard your scream. A scream of anger and frustration, a scream that reached down Natasha’s throat and ripped her heart out. The prick of tears in her eyes left a sinking feeling in her gut, left her feeling empty and a broken shell.

But she had a mission. And she was going to complete it.

She shoved the scientist in the direction of the quinjet and didn’t look back. Ignoring the whining and complaining coming from the man and eventually just throwing him into the back of the quinjet, ignoring the way Yelena jumped at the sudden noise.

“Where’s Y/N?” Yelena asked, moving her head around, trying to see if you were close behind.

“Get us in the air,” Natasha ordered. Tears pricked her eyes once again.

“Are they coming?” Yelena asked again, ignoring Natasha’s order.

“I said get us in the air, now.”

Yelena gave Natasha a look that sent a shiver down her spine, but turned around and got the jet in the air nonetheless. The scientist pulled himself into the seat next to Natasha. He seemed much more relaxed, and Natasha couldn’t blame him. He probably didn’t realise just how much had been risked to get him back to SHIELD.

“You made the right choice,” he said after some unbearable silence. Natasha turned to look at him, her brows pulled together.

“Excuse me?”

“You made the right choice,” he said again with an enthusiastic nod. “You never know what those animals might do-”

He was cut off with a choked gasp as Natasha slammed her elbow into his face, and he quickly lost consciousness.

“Just shut up,” she mumbled to herself, knowing he couldn’t hear her.

It didn’t make her feel any better.

———

It was six weeks before the party had been dispatched to get you back. The party had consisted of Natasha, Yelena, and Wanda, and there was going to be nothing extra. They were going to get you out and get back to SHIELD, no side missions, no stops, no questions.

Maybe it just so happened that the only way to get you was to burn the facility to the ground and get the rest of the mutants out. Maybe they had called for a second quinjet to arrive to make sure everyone was able to get out safely.

Yelena and Wanda were tasked with getting everyone on the jets and eliminating the few soldiers remaining while Natasha had scoured the facility top to bottom to find you. There was a large portion of the basement that Natasha had found, filled with surgical equipment and things that would have been enough to give anyone nightmares.

And you were there, nude, in a too-small empty glass tank with a chain around your ankle. There were rips and tears in the thin membranes between your spines, and a dark black mark on your left shoulder blade. From her angle, it looked like some kind of gunk was stuck in your gills. You were curled up into a fetal position and kept your eyes glued to the ground directly in front of you.

“Y/N,” Natasha said, her gun still drawn but lowered.

“I should thank you, Miss Romanoff,” a voice called, and Natasha spun with gun raised to find a scientist walk forward, standing near a panel by your tank. “You gave me my greatest obsession.”

“How about you just let them out and I don’t kill you,” Natasha shrugged.

“I’ve learned a lot from our little friend,” he continued, ignoring her. “And you’re in time to see the results of something I’ve been working on.”

“Let them go,” Natasha said again. She cocked the gun, but the man laughed.

“I hear drowning is a horrible way to die,” he said, still ignoring her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw you raise your head and look at her. The dark spots under your eyes were beyond evident, sticking out against the sickened colour of your skin. There was no emotion in your eyes, not even a silent plea for help.

You looked like you had already accepted death.

“How long do you think a sea creature can hold its breath underwater before it needs to breathe?” He asked, his fingers typing against the panel.

“Don’t,” Natasha shouted, her trigger finger pulling instinctively and burying a bullet into the man’s chest. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Water started filling your tank, and you stood up to get your head as tall as it could get. Natasha nodded at you once, and you covered your head as she fired shot after shot at the tank. But there wasn’t even a dent, nothing to indicate that the tank could be broken.

“What do I do?” Natasha asked as she ran up to the tank, watching the water slowly rise to your ankles.

You didn’t speak, didn’t open your mouth, instead pointing as best you could to a discrete pipe against the opposite wall. Natasha looked at it and followed the direction until she saw a lone wheel connected to the wall. A wheel that could control the water flow.

“Stay here,” Natasha told you as she ran off, grimacing to herself. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to go.

She grabbed the wheel and pulled, but it didn’t budge. It felt like she was trying to pull a quinjet with her bare hands; an impossible task in and of itself. Her eyes trailed over to see the water had reached your waist. There had to be something else she could get, something to help.

The thud of your hands on the glass made her turn, and you were pointing in another direction. Her eyes followed, but there wasn’t anything she could see that would immediately-

A pipe.

Natasha sprinted to grab it from the table, nearly dropping it in her haste to get back to the wheel. The water was up to your neck, and Natasha could already see that your gills weren’t filtering anything. They stayed terribly still, and Natasha had to drag her feet to get back to the wheel.

She stuck the pipe into the empty spaces of the wheel and pulled, yelling in frustration until it finally moved. She continued pulling until she heard the flow of water stop, and a tired smile etched itself onto her lips as she turned back around to see you.

But the water was over your head, and now she was leaving you to drown.

She couldn’t break the glass; the water was off and you were still drowning. Your eyes were wide, and the fear of the situation finally made its way onto your face as you curled in on yourself and started pulling at the chain around your ankle, air bubbles escaping from your nose at a rapid rate.

Natasha got an idea. She didn’t hesitate as she started pushing the pipe, the flow of water rushing back. Only this time, she didn’t stop until the pipes rattled with the flow, barely able to contain the volume inside. She pushed until the pipe stuck, and she turned and ran back to the tank.

Your eyes were closing, the air bubbles almost nonexistent, your struggle against the chain ending. Natasha started banging on the glass, trying to keep you awake, but you didn’t move, instead just floating, and Natasha felt her heart sink.

The glass creaked under her fingers. Natasha’s eyes shot open and she watched the glass, noting the single crack that started to web across the entirety of the tank. She barely had time to step aside as the glass shattered, water shooting out and leaving you to drop to the ground.

When you didn’t move, Natasha jumped forward, dropping to the ground and immediately starting CPR. She could feel a rib break, maybe two, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop until you could breathe. You just needed to fucking breathe-

Your body shuddered as you choked, coughing up water before your eyes shot open. Natasha felt herself let out a shaky breath, but she didn’t let herself rest. She grabbed her gun and shot where the chain was connected to the floor, listening to it break before grabbing you and pulling you up.

“You need to lose some weight,” Natasha groaned as you leaned on her side, your feet barely moving.

You didn’t say a word the whole trip out of the facility. Just managed to drag yourself out, eventually walking more on your own when you neared the quinjet. Yelena ran up to the both of you and got on your other side, sharing a look with Natasha.

“I’ve got it,” Yelena said in a tone that told Natasha to let go and give her some space.

Natasha did, watching as Yelena finished dragging you to the quinjet and putting you in a seat before wrapping a blanket around your naked form. Your eyes fell back to the ground when Yelena finally got the jet in the air, and you refused to look at anyone when you got back to the Tower, leaving Natasha without a second thought.

———

Natasha was sitting at the bar on the common floor, picking apart her food. She had tried to see you multiple times over the past two weeks, only to be turned away by doctors or Yelena. There was something wrong, but Natasha couldn’t find out because no one would let her.

The ding of the elevator had her turning her head, not necessarily eager but casually curious on who had appeared. To her surprise, Yelena walked out with a McDonald’s bag in hand, some drink in the other. She didn’t look happy, but Natasha could’ve expected that.

After all, Yelena hadn’t forgiven her.

“How are they?” Natasha asked.

“Alive, no thanks to you,” Yelena shot back. But she had stopped and was talking back; that was an improvement from the past two weeks.

“I had a mission,” Natasha said, but her voice was small, weak.

“They were part of that mission,” Yelena answered.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said quietly. She said it to assuage her own guilt. It didn’t work.

“You’re stringing them along,” Yelena said, her voice taking a different tone that Natasha hadn’t been expecting. “Just marry Maria already and end the suffering.”

“I’m not stringing them along,” Natasha defended.

But she knew she was wrong. Yelena was right. And Natasha wasn’t going to stop because what would her life be without you? How could she go about her day-to-day life if she knew you weren’t going to be there in some fashion? Maybe she was in love with Maria and was going to marry her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to throw you away.

“Just be gentle,” Yelena said with a sigh. “Everyone has feelings at stake.”

“And you?” Natasha asked, causing Yelena to freeze. “What feelings do you have at stake?”

A small, sad smile made its way onto her face.

“Desire,” Yelena shrugged, but just like that her demeanour changed. “Y/N said I couldn’t eat before them, and I very much desire this McChicken.”

“You’re disgusting,” Natasha chuckled.

“And this McFlurry. You know the good stuff,” Yelena teased again, causing the both of them to laugh.

“Then go on,” Natasha motioned toward where she assumed you were waiting. “I’d hate for the two of you to starve.”

Yelena gave her a smile, one like the good old days, and continued her walk. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“Oh, Fury wanted me to tell you something.” Natasha gave her a look for her to continue. “You and Y/N are going undercover. As a couple.” With that, Yelena continued off, leaving Natasha to deal with the news.

Why couldn’t things ever be easy?

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years ago

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(Pretty sure tumblr deleted one of my asks ahdjsjdj wth tumblr.)

1) BABY ITS COLD OUTSIDE. IM. LEONA BELOVED. HES SO. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAAAA its so good. going through some family troubles rn so having mr lion, his nephew, a cat-raccoon-demon??? thing?? (seriously what even is grim), and their magic-less human’s shenanigans is nice. thank you for all of your writings.

2) OH MY GOD JADE. IM. I DONT THINK I RECOVERED FROM THE ANGST SO THANKS FOR THAT. /nm /lh im so soft for this eelman seeing him sad, it broke me 💔 (in like the best way though again your writings are spectacular. i love your characterization sm.)

Speaking of Jade actually i mentioned this in my last ask (that again i think got deleted hajfjajdh) i have this kinda ooc?? headcanon of the tweels, where i think Floyd likes Jade’s terrariums, just not the ones with mushrooms. and Jade getting floyd limited edition shoes for his collection i just ajfjakdbsk them man. (also they fight over THE dumbest stuff you’ve ever heard. you cannot convince me otherwise. /lh)

3) TSUM TSUM EVENT OH MY GOD. ITS SO STUPIDLY CUTE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. LIKE I ALREADY LOVE TSUM TSUMS.. AND THEN THEY COMBINED IT WITH TWST IM,,, ITS SO CUTE?? I WANT THIS EVENT IN TWST EN SO BADLY… I WOULD GIVE MY LIFE FOR THAT FLOYD CARD HES SO ADORABLE AND FOR WHAT. I WANT TWST JP SO BADLY RN BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

4) Also im really late but Kalim!!! Sunshine boy’s birthday!! Love him, hes very silly

Anyway uh im gonna head out now, have a good day trau!

-🍓

(baby it's cold outside + jade fic)

HI STRAWBERRY ANON !!

I WAS WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED BC YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING AFTER BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE WHICH WAS. ODD. BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE TAKING A BREAK OR SUMN SJDFJ

1) i'm very pleased to hear you liked the newest chapter of baby it's cold outside !! and i hope your family troubles will get resolved soon, but just know that they're all giving you a big hug rn <33 (leona's begrudingly doing it after cheka dragged him and yuu pestered him but he's there too lmao)

2) JADE FIC !! I DID GIVE A WARNING ABT THE ANGST....BUT I'M ALSO NOT SORRY BC JADE CRYING GOES BRRR /J i am also a big jade enjoyer even tho i might not voice it as much, but seriously, imagining him in that scenario was just. heart crushing but also helped me kinda...get to know him a bit better ? bc now i feel like i could tell how he would react to grief n stuff, idk it's weird but yeah sjdfksjf

AND YES !! tweels being supportive abt each others' interests is also near and dear to my heart <33 i feel like floyd would like the terrariums up until jade scolds him for poking at them too much sjdkfsj (and yea it's a no for the shrooms for floyd). and ofc, jade would oNLY buy those pair of shoes if floyd happened to explicitly mention them sjfdksjfk (i hc jade has. bad fashion sense. like if he dressed himself he's gonna look like a schoolboy OR a whole ass grandpa)

3) I'M ALSO SOBBING OVER THE TSUMS,,,,THEY'RE SO CUTE AND THEY LOOK SO SQUISHY... look if i could buy twst tsums irl rn i would 100% GRAB THEM AS FAST AS I COULD !! floyd card is definitely hella cute sobs i wonder what the groovy's gonna look like :')))))

4) and yes <33 we love our sunshine otter hehe

i also hope that you're having a good day / night !! till we talk again wooo

#/trau replies #/🍓 anon #I'M ABT TO THROW HANDS #TUMBLR IF YOU DELETE ANOTHER ONE OF STRAWBERRY ANONS ASKS #YOU WILL GET THIS FIST TO YOUR FACE #n e ways <33 #it's nice to hear from you !!#hope that you're staying healthy and well #and i promise what i'll write next isn't angst so you don't have to suffer

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absoluteindulgence · 4 years ago

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HC: Hot Girl Summer with the Boys

A/N: Hey y’all, I’m back... Let’s party. This is a magical world where the Rona has not taken over the world and summertime was filled with nothing but fun and bad choices ✌🏿. Sorry that it’s long, I had a lot of thoughts lmao. I hope you guys like this~ Characters are aged up⬆🆙

☀ 🌞Mirio🌞☀

Staying home reading a book... just fucking kidding

Mirio couldn't keep his ass still even if you told him to

This man is taking you all over the world, every amusement park to every ride.

Ever looked fear in the face? Well, being in front of every rollercoaster multiple times means you have.

His true daredevil nature comes out as you both try to see who will last longer going down the roller coaster

You've wanted to throw in the towel many times, but persevered, beating Mirio by a landslide.

Due to all the crowded lines and the fact that you're heroes, everyone lets you skip. You try being modest, but it doesn't work as the other patrons say, "Not only are you my favorite heroes but my favorite couple. You deserve to have fun!"

The willingness of everyone approving of your vacation time is gratifying, to say the least.

After spending time doing all the extreme rides, You guys enjoy all the other stalls.

Ironic enough, Mirio comes across the win-a-prize games and swears to get you one.

You try to tell him not to worry, but that fires him up more. I guess in his blonde brain, he thinks you don't want one, so he wants to prove your cute ass wrong.

And oh boy, did he.

He had accurate precision: Throwing the ball in the cup, throwing the hoop onto the bottle, shooting the paper plate off entirely.

Mirio the Assassin confirmed

After managing to win 4 STUFFED ANIMALS, 3 are for you while 1 goes to Eri.

The feels right in the kokoro~

With enough wins under his belt, Mirio treats you to bubble tea and taiyaki. With no shame, you stuff your face happy to finally enjoy food that won't come up.

"Wow, this taiyaki sure is great! But nothing is as sweet as you, baby."

Heart: ABLAZE

This goofball can't even let you enjoy your food in silence. But his honest smile compliments the moment as your flushed cheeks puff from drinking your favorite thirst quencher.

The day ends with you walking around the amusement park, arms full of toys, and finding a unique spot to watch the marvel of the sunset.

As you hold hands, a glance is shared as you two share a passionate kiss.

❄Shouto🔥

You guys are spending a lot of time reading manga and going to cafes.

Shouto lives to see you get dressed up as you let your hair flow in the wind (no matter how long or short, he knows you like the cool air on your scalp. The smile that spreads across your face is contagious as he stares at you with a similar grin)

Your beauty leaves all the other pedestrians gawking as Shouto, nonchalant but proud holds your hand.

Some fans come up to take selfies with you guys and damn do the photos look good.

Going to various cafes through Japan has been a bucket list that you've shared since your first date. Rating each and creating a rating system. When all other plans fail, the top-rated are the ones you'll go back to.

The day is mellow, leaving you to stay inside because you feel like it. Cuddling with Shouto has proved to be an all-time favorite.

His light snores turn into light conversations. He has a hard time opening his eyes since he feels secure in having you by his side.

When you finally wake up, you cook together, his fave ofc, Cold-ass Soba. (One time you pranked him by boiling the noodles in strawberry milk, and he retaliated by putting pepper in your tea. On that day, you learned not to come between a man and his soba)

When yearning for a little excitement, you drag Shouto to a karaoke bar

He tries not to get too involved, but then you play one of his favorite angsty songs, and he's singing like one of the greats

You can't tell me that Shouto wouldn't vibe to Linkin Park, 3 Days Grace or The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Especially when he hated Endeavor to his core)

Shouto would give an excellent performance to Breaking The Habit, Home, and Face Down. I FEEL IT IN MY SPIRIT!!!

The only way you feel like you'll win…. Is if you rap Monster (Nicki's Verse ofc) or sing My Heart Will Go On lmao

Shouto thinks you're cheating tho because those are your trump cards when all else fails lmaooo

After the scream-singing match is done, you guys go home and drink a bunch of tea, hoping your voices aren't gone by the morning

💥Bakugou💥

If you're going to an amusement park, y'all going straight to the "horror" houses.

You guys usually go in to laugh at the horrible attempts to make you scared. Until there's that one jump scare that makes your heart leap out your chest.

You're breathless with the mocking laugh caught in your throat as you grip close to Katsuki's side.

This fiery bastard laugh gets even louder seeing you cower in embarrassment. Once he's done making fun of you, he kisses your forehead.

"About damn time, you move in close."

Now say you're not at an amusement park? You guys are going to the spa.

Not because you're tense but because it's always funny seeing Katsuki tense up when they try to butter him with complimentary things (thanks to being top heroes).

He hates going to public spaces and getting stuff for free. He wants to pay for the experience so that no one can say he takes advantage of his status.

Although it creates funny scenarios, you respect how committed he is.

His reasoning is that he's a citizen paying another citizen for their service.

Granted, if the service is excellent, the worker is guaranteed a tip (depending on the country since he likes to follow customs).

The funniest thing is him coming from Massage therapy, he's a big ol’ softie.

The cuddles are intense, and his face never changes from the color pink, and his smile is curved too high.

Onlookers seeing him smile are terrified, and yet you are smushing his face between your hands kissing him all over.

"You look so relaxed, Boomer, let's take a bath together~."

Coming back to his senses, he'll grit his teeth a little and retort, "I'm not a damn Boomer!"

He's not mad that you called him that he's just mad you said it in public LMFAO

🌋Kirishima🌋

You guys are spending most of your time at the beach, soaking in the sun and enjoying his thick ass hands rubbing sunscreen all over your body

Don't let him see you enjoying it, he might have to pull you away from the public and give you that good ole sea cucumber

But when he can't get your sweetness right away, he'll have to push his energy into something else

And ofc, Kiri has an active personality, and when you mix that with demolishing opponents while playing volleyball, you too get into your competitive mode.

Anyone playing against you guys will catch HELL. Some cried from the impact of the ball, hitting them. Some deserving for the shit-talking...

Others getting sincere apologies and an autograph or picture lmao

Everyone on the beach knows you two as the power couple, and you win the nicknames, Otters of the Sand.

After kicking so much ass, you guys enter an eating contest as a team. Everyone's surprised to see how many bowls you've cleared. The appetite is already built up, so you guys are willing to stuff your faces until you're waddling back to the hotel.

And with the stamina you've gained at UA, you made it happen. In Second place to Kiri. He basks in his crown, winning first place, and you guys happily waddle back to your hotel room, taking a shower together then cuddling.

Imagine you guys decide to stay lax the whole summer, video, and card games are the vibe.

You try hard to kick his ass in Smash and end up losing... No matter who you main. You even try random (3 times) and still lose.

"Wow, Babe, you're doing well for a sore loser. You almost got a 3 stock victory!"

His laugh ticks you off even though he's just teasing you, and you wanna switch the game. Even in the back of your head, you deem it pointless, but he still obliges you.

No tlk angy frm l0sng😡💢

When you've played your last game, you accept your defeat only to tickle him into submission.

He apologizes and wraps you into a bear hug smothering you in kisses.

#mirio x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #Mirio Imagines #Shouto Imagines #Katsuki Imagine #Eijirou Imagine #mha x reader

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sophchoph · 4 years ago

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Info Time!

Hello everyone! Well this was bound to come eventually, but here goes! This post will be a bit on the longer side, I apologize for that in advance, but it’s a needed one in the end so here we go.

This is for my new RP sideblog @soph-choph-rp (real original name I know) which is where anything I do that’s related to rp related will be posted. Click that URL and head there if you’re interested!

Now then, under the cut, you’ll find Mun Info, Rules, and Muse info, so please give that a quick read to know how stuff works!

Mun info!

Hi y’all! First off, my name’s Soph, I’m 18, any pronouns ya want, and I’ve been writing/doing RP for around 4 years now. Not long compared to some, but hey I’m doin my best. Currently my main fandom of choice, thank you ADHD brain for hyperfixating so much, is on Dragonball and from there specifically saiyans. I’ve written for different fandoms in the past, but as of recently it’s pretty much been majority DB related things. Let’s seeee what else to say here...

I’ve got a dog named Baby who’s real sweet, she’s a Maltese poodle mix who thinks she’s a damn Great Dane even though she looks like a marshmallow. I work with wildlife to rehab animals to be released to the wild, lots of raccoons and opossums for the most part, but occasionally get some neat oddball animals in such as foxes, beavers, otters, bobcat kittens, fawns, and we even had bear cubs get brought in at one point! Animals are something I like a great deal, always have.

Back on the topic of writing though, I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, what can I tell ya I’m an ADHD mess, so if I’m a little late on replies (taking more than a day) please please please message me with a reminder, I promise it won’t bug me one bit! My inbox is always open, as are my DMs, so please feel free to message me or send in an ask or two whenever ya want! I’m happy to do all kinds of RPs with all sorts of characters, but I’ll definitely go out and say planet Vegeta AUs are absolutely a guilty pleasure of mine, probably cause I just love the saiyan beans as much as I do. Whether canon compliant or AU, I’d love to start writing/interacting with all you wonderful people in this community, so please don’t be shy!

Now for the not so fun, but also needed bit. Without further ado, please take note of the

Rules:

Now, I don’t have too many rules here, I’m open to majority of things, however there is a handful of hard no categories and actions that I feel the need to lay out.

1) I will not do solely NSFW rps. Now, this does not mean I will not ever have more NSFW leaning content, however I will not participate in a RP where the only purpose of it is to get a character laid rather than plot/character development. I’m here to write for plot, not porn, and I wanted to be sure that was quite clear from the get go. This is honestly just a personal preference, I have no qualms against anyone who writes smut/ERP actively, I just personally don’t enjoy writing it myself especially if there’s no real point to it. Even if the characters are in a relationship, there’s far more aspects to a healthy relationship than just the more lewd bits and that’s just what I enjoy getting into more and feel most comfortable with.

2) I will not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, or any other sort of hatred on this blog. In regards to a RP setting, this is a thin thin line that can be tread on, but my stance on such things is no slurs (obviously) and do not glorify it in any way. It can be part of a character’s past or a plot point (as in overcoming a past history of it to grow as a character or something to that extent), but it must be handled in a manner that is respectful to those who have had to personally endure such things.

3) If I come to find you are someone who actively sends hateful messages to those in the community or are just generally a toxic/hateful person towards others, I reserve the right to block you for such transgressions. This includes if I find out this has occurred even after already starting a thread/RP with you. Essentially, don’t be a dick and you’ll be all good.

That’s it when it comes to rules for now, like I said not many to worry about, however if more stuff comes up that I failed to put in here along the way I reserve the ability to make additions. Pretty much though, just be decent/respectful and we’ll be 100% okay for the most part. Now for the fun part!!

Muses!

As stated in my bio and above, my main muses are definitely the saiyan beans, namely Vegeta, Goku, Raditz, and Bardock; however, Turles, Tora, and Gine are also on the table there as well, I’ve just got a bit less experience when it comes to characterizing then. There’s also a chance I may use two of my OCs here, so may as well give them intros just in case.

Short of it is, there’s Daikon and Glacius. Daikon is a saiyan, a good bean honestly, real sweetheart when it comes down to it and someone gets to know him. Can be a bit cold at first, he’s somewhat shy that way, but get him to warm up to you by earning his trust some and his true colors come out. Glacius on the other hand... yeeeeah no, no he’s an ass. Glacius is a member of Frieza’s race, a nasty bastard really. Manipulative and cunning don’t even begin to cut it with him, not in the slightest, and he’s definitely not a merciful one. If you happen to be interested in those two, I’ll post a much more detailed google doc down below for you to click on and read. Will go more in depth on their characters in both personalities, fighting styles, and backstory along with give you an idea of what they look like. Drew the art you see on the sheets myself! Just click the names of each below to access the sheet and you’ll be all set.

Glacius

Daikon

#ooc #about #mun speaks #information #mun info #rp

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pink-bird-30 · 4 years ago

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Zutara Week 2020 Day 3- Fuse

Hello, I’m really behind aren't I?

Well, I’m going to finish this week out with all the stories done, so I’m officailly extending Zutara week for myself.

If you’d like to read all my stories together, here is my FF.net:

(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13657644/1/Zutara-Week-2020-All-Works )

I hope you guys enjoy my day 3 post!

Happy reading!

It was three days before Sozin’s Comet and Aang was nowhere near ready to face Fire Lord Ozai. Zuko was doing everything he could to get Aang prepared, but he didn’t seem to take it seriously enough. And today was Zuko’s breaking point.

While teaching Aang a new firebending technique, one that would ensure a strong blow to any opponent, Aang decided the waterbender was more important. Katara showed up with watermelon juice out of nowhere and the young avatar ran off to take a break.

A break.

“Aang! You need to keep practicing! How do you expect to defeat my father without knowing proper bending technique?!” Zuko was pissed to the point where flames were erupting from his nose and mouth.

Katara turned from where she and Aang sat on the stone steps. Rolling her eyes, Katara stomped over to Zuko. Throwing her watermelon hazardously away, she quickly grabbed the older firebender by the arm. Without struggle, she started to pull him away from the rest of the gang.

Zuko let himself be dragged away by the waterbender, feeling her cool hand instantly calming him down. She pulls him down to the beach where they were a few days ago. On that day, Zuko decide it was smart to attack Aang out of nowhere.

After what seemed like an eternity, Katara settled onto the wet sand near the water. They were close enough where the water would come up and graze their feet.

Realizing the firebender did not settle next to her, she pulls on his arm to take a seat next to her. This was enough to break the dam of Zuko’s nerves.

“Katara! Why did you bring me here?! Aang needs to get back to training and that insolent child isn’t listen-“

“Will you just shut up for once? Or do you just enjoy hearing yourself talk?” Katara cut in, her glacial glare stopping his next onslaught of obscenities from tumbling out of his mouth.

Zuko lets out a huff and settled down next to her, a little closer than usual for the pair.

From where they sat, they could see the waves push and pull in the distance, crashing into one another like a fierce battle. The bright blue blending with the dark depths of the ocean, bringing a calming serenity to anyone witnessing the dance from the shore.

Zuko leaned back on his elbows, letting himself sink into the sand with each move. Finally feeling a calmness settle over him. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, letting go for just a moment. All he could feel was the heat of the sun and the coolness of the sand. The sensation of the cold ocean water dancing at his feet from time to time. It’s strange, Zuko was full of pent up rage moments ago, but now his body was fully relaxed.

Katara lays down next to him, propping her head on her hand while the other traces lines in the moistened sand. Subconsciously, she draws her water tribe symbol in the sand. The swirls of the ocean waves matching the markings of her choker that lays back at the beach house.

A comfortable silence settled over the two. Neither needing to say anything, well aware why they were both there.

“Why did you lose your temper on him like that? You know he’s doing the best he can.” Katara was the first to break the silence. Her hand stilling in the sand to look up at Zuko. She notices his hair is sticking to his forehead, clinging to the sweat from when he sparred with Aang. The sight of his calm demeanor made a wave of something wash over her It makes her want to push the hair back away from his face, but she doesn’t let that desire control her.

Zuko sighs before opening his eyes and bites his lip, hesitant in his response.

“I know I’m tough on him, but he’s a kid. He needs discipline. We’re on the verge of ending a 100 year war, and our only hope is a 12-year-old with a short attention span. Especially when you’re around!”

Katara sits up to face him, a look of shock and anger crossing her face. “Excuse me? I’m a distraction? What is that supposed to mean? I’m not the one with a short fuse like you! You literally just went on a rampage back there!”

Zuko scoffs and pushes up from his elbows to get in her face. She could see his amber eye perfectly, they reflect in the sun making them seem brighter and full of fire.

He points his finger at her, “You don’t see it do you. Wow, and here I thought you were one of the intelligent people here.”

Katara felt a fire ignite in her chest as she inches closer to him and pokes at his bare chest.

“Listen, you royal pain in my ass. I have done nothing to distract, Aang. You’re the delusional one.” She seethed.

Zuko looks down to her hand on his chest and raised a brow, “Seriously, you have no idea?”

Katara huffs in defeat before pulling back slightly, realizing she was still touching his chest. She quickly looks away just coming to realization Zuko was shirtless, distracting her from the conversation at hand.

“Why do you have to be so cryptic? Just tell me!”

Zuko smirks before shifting in the sand to prop himself on his elbow. She really had no idea, did she? The way Aang spends his days following her like a lost penguin-otter. Or how his eyes brighten when she comes into the room and he immediately needs to be near her.

It wasn’t hard to see the early stages of a crush, he understood it himself all too well. Especially the infatuation with the waterbender. She has this ability to brighten the room when she enters it, it demands your attention. Her bright blue eyes are intoxicating to any on looker, and her will to see the good in any situation.

It was unbearably annoying.

“You sure you want to know? It could change everything you know or feel.” He teases as he flicks sand at her thigh. She crosses her arms and looks away from the firebender, giving him a good look of her side profile.

He felt his heart soften seeing how beautiful she is in the sun. The way her Fire Nation attire suits her dark skin perfectly, and complimenting her dark curls that cascade down her back. But the over coming feeling of wanting to run his fingers through her hair is what brings him from his thoughts.

Oh no.

He knew there was some connection between him and the waterbender. He felt it back in the Crystal Catacombs. But he thought it was a fluke thing. A moment between two people in passing.

But he can still feel that fire in his heart that hasn’t gone away. His frustration with Aang was more towards himself. The last few weeks he’s been with the gang, he’s felt like a short fuse, ready to blow at any moment. And it always seemed to happen whenever Aang and Katara were together.

“Just tell me.” She sighs in defeat before turning to face him again. He runs his hand through his hair, where it stayed back, giving her a full view off his handsome face.

She blushes slightly as she awaits his reply.

Zuko smirk falters at the thought of telling her the truth. What if she has feeling for him?

“Look,” he pushes up from the sand to sit up, meeting her gaze. “Haven’t you noticed Aang follows you around everywhere?”

He can see her contemplating this before nodding in agreement, “Sure, but he’s always been like that with me. It’s…normal?”

He lets out a short laugh, hearing the waver in her voice. “You think that’s normal? Have you ever seen Aang act that way toward Sokka?”

“No.”

“How about, Toph?”

“No…”

“Suki? Ever with her?” He can see the realization dawn on her face. At first it was her eyes widening before she lets out a gasp, then covering her mouth with her hands.

After a moment her shock turns to anger. She turns to Zuko and pushes him, “Aang is not in love with me! Why would you say such a ridiculous thing! Ugh!” She gets up from the sand to head back to the beach house.

Zuko quickly stands up to catch up to Katara who was storming back up the beach at a brisk pace.

“Hey! Why’d you push me!” He yells as he runs up the sand, moving with a fluidity Katara lacks in this climate.

“‘Cuz you’re a jerk! Speaking upon things you know nothing about!” She continues her trek up the beach, trying to distance herself from the banished prince as quickly as possible.

From a few feet behind her, Zuko huffs in frustration, fire swirling from his nostrils. The oh so familiar feeling of rage takin over his body.

“It’s not my fault you can’t face the truth! You treat him like your child when he looks at you like a lover.”

Katara gasps before turning around just as Zuko reached her. Her hand shot out to slap him, but he was faster, gripping her wrist in his pale hand.

Zuko smirks, “And you said I had a short fuse, speak for yourself.” He pants out, trying to regain his breath from running up the beach.

“Ugh!” she screams trying to pull herself free from him. “Let. Me. Go!”

“No,” he stands closer to her. “Not until you admit it. You know how he feels for you and yet you ignore his affections. Why?”

With a last ditch effort she tries to pull away, but it was no use. She lets out a frustrated cry before throwing herself at Zuko. The pair fall to the sand, Zuko lets go of Katara to brace for impact. Ungracefully, Katara sprawls across Zuko's chest, their faces inches from one another, and their legs a tangled mess.

Zuko huffs in frustration from this entire situation. It’s ridiculous, but Zuko knows it’s his fault, he did start all of this. But little did he know Katara is going to end it.

He felt Katara move from his chest, finding her hovering above him, one arm beside his head, the other on his chest trapping him against the sand.

Slowly, Katara leans close, their noses touch slightly. Zuko sees her eyes darken, the bright blue fading into a stormy dark abyss. He knew his own eyes reflected the same darkness.

He swallowed slowly, realizing their compromising position.

Quietly, Katara speaks. “You want to know the truth? The honest truth, Zuko? Do you think you can handle it?”

The words sending shivers down his spine.

“Uh…”

Katara smirks before leaning to the side, near his ear. Her breath deliciously warm against the side of his face. “I’m here with you, not with Aang. What does that tell you?”

She could hear his breathing hitch, his heart beat racing against her hand on his strong chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes. His hands lay beside him while she straddles his hips, sitting in his lap. He moves his left hand slowly up her back, feeling her exposed skin of her waist before traveling higher to cup the side of her face, turning her to face him. His other arm came up to pull her completely against him.

Zuko hums contently before pulling Katara’s face closer to his. Their breaths mingling, noses brushing against once another’s.

“Hmm..Maybe you have a tendency to catch the eye of any man looking your way.” He replies softly, his half lidded eyes speaking the words he doesn’t say. But the small gasp that leaves her is enough for him to dive forward, erasing the space left between them.

He threads his finger through her curls, savoring in the sensation of having her so close. At first Katara doesn’t respond to his eager lips, but soon finds herself melting into him. Racking her fingers through his hair pulling him closer.

They forget the world around them to be in this moment. It was reckless to be making out on the beach like they were normal teenagers, but they don’t seem to care. It was freeing, a stolen moment of time that will never be taken from them. And it all started because a spark in the heart that lit the fuse.

#zutara week 2020 #zutara #zuko #katara #avatar the last airbender

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justine-the-guillotine · 5 years ago

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5 Otome/Romance Game Men I Adore

Thank you so much @pseudofaux for tagging me! Also, thank you for saying that your own list was not in order or an exhaustive list because I often feel pressured to make a perfect list in these types of situations lol but if pseu was chill I can also be chill (EDIT: no there’s actually a lot of screaming below and absolutely no chill, I’m sorry, I lied.)

I always talk too much and break too many rules when I do these things but that's just how I am lmfao so I'm gonna start off by saying IkeSen's Nobunaga Oda is my absolute favorite otome game man of all time... but I'm not going to officially include him on this list because I talk about him too much as it is already and I feel like enough people love him anyway. However, if anyone is interested in hearing me talk about Nobunaga ad nauseam, I will gladly entertain you.

On to my list ~

1. Caramia, OZMAFIA!! - Ozmafia!! is my favorite otome game (MC be damned) and I love this man sooooooo much. His wedding CG has actually been the background on my phone for ages now. You know the "that's where the trouble began, that damned smile" meme? THAT'S FUCKING FOR HIM THAT'S HIM!!!!!!!!! That smile ruined my entire life in the best possible way and I have not known peace since. I guess I have a bit of A Thing for loveable, charismatic leaders. I just love a man who is full of power but big of heart ... and a little bit of a dumbass. Caramia is just like the total package... He protecc, but he also attacc, and he also a snacc. Oh, and he can cook!!!

2. Fenrir Godspeed, Ikemen Revolution - Fenrir is really, really special to me and I put him in his own category entirely. In reality, Fenrir and Ray are actually tied as my IkeRev biases (and honestly I prefer them together; Alice is optional). Fenrir is actually so close to my heart that I refuse to even look at almost all fanfiction with him in it, with few exceptions. The fear that someone could "ruin" him by writing him in a way that even slightly disagrees with the way I picture him in my head (and I have seen it) is really too much for me to handle. Is this unhealthy of me? Probably, but I tend to avoid the situation all together so it doesn't matter. Not only do I self-insert in my games but I'm also not one of those people who separate fiction from real-life really well, so all of my biases are people I'd actually fall for IRL. And Fenrir is really special to me because he is actually the most perfect, ideal boyfriend in my mind but he is someone I absolutely do not deserve IRL and would probably run from for fear of ruining things. :'] So while any otome game man is a fantasy, he's like... top tier fantasy for me. He's just so perfectly easy-going, such a Prince Charming, Knight in Shining Armor, easy to read, so ready to love you, SO MUCH FUN... he's a Good Boi without being naive and innocent... he's like a wild-yet-safe adventure ugh he's like p e r f e c t I cry

3. Raymond, Blood in Roses - I don't necessarily think Blood in Roses is a great game; it definitely has its hits and its misses BUT it did grant me this one amazing man and therefore I will never uninstall it. I mentioned that I like lovable leaders but I also thoroughly enjoy being able to break down a brick wall of a man. Raymond starts off by being pretty cold to MC, caring really only for his duty (I love a loyal man), but takes MC under his wing anyway... and slowly realizes he has feelings for her and then of course becomes someone who is willing to die for her. This is peak romance, don't @ me.

4. Zen, Mystic Messenger - Zen is actually not my favorite to romance (that honor belongs to Jumin) but he is my #2. More importantly than the romance though, he is such a fucking good guy in every single route... ignoring all of Chertiz's little homophobic undertones of course (man do I wish Chertiz would rewrite Mystic Messenger so it's not so conservative, pleaseeee). He is willing to stand up for and protect MC in every route, not just his own. In all routes, he offers himself to MC as a shoulder to lean on, someone to cry to. He is always helpful to everyone!! Even though he and Jumin don't see eye to eye on most things, Zen is still ultimately supportive of him and wants what's best for him. ZEN IS A TRUE BRO. He's also super chill like he's all about his acting and performing... but he just also wants to drink beer, eat street food, and smoke cigarettes all day. I know people get turned off by his narcissism but fucking look at him okay he has every (!!!) right to be narcissistic. Plus, he doesn't let his ego get in the way of love and friendship and that's very important !!! In this essay, I will -

5. Leonardo DaVinci, Ikemen Vampire - I just want to type his name and send like 150000 weary emojis after it and be done with it. Honestly, it is at the point where I think he is on Nobunaga level for me. I have fallen very, very hard for him. I have two IkeVamp accounts and between the two of them I think I have done his full route about six or seven times. Every time I get to the scene where Comte suggests that Leonardo breaks it off with MC, I want to scream at the top of my lungs "BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM" like Ariel does in The Little Mermaid (Leonardo has his own moment where he internally shouts "I LOVE HER!!!!" so we're even tbh). First of all, HE IS SO FUCKING KNOWLEDGEABLE HE KNOWS SO MUCH AND HE KEEPS LEARNING THAT SHIT IS HOT. Also, I have seen people disagree with me on this but I personally don't think he's patronizing to MC. His MC, unfortunately, is written in that way where "ugh he's so mature and I is babey" so, of course, there are moments where he plays off of that but he literally has SO MUCH KNOWLEDGE and he never is like "wow I can't believe you don't know that you idiot" to MC even though the opportunity to do that is plentiful. He will tease her, sure, but that's totally different than being mean about it. The best thing about him being so intelligent is the fact he's also a fucking dumbass (I love me a dumbass, as you all know). He loves MC so, so much even though he doesn't show that in the smartest of ways all the time... but... he fucking walked into a dress shop and designed a whole ass custom dress for her?? He even picked out the fabric??? And then he pretended like it was Comte who chose it??? HELLOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE HIM I'M ACTUALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW THAT'S WHY I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS I LOVE HIS MIND I LOVE HIM

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'm gonna sneak in an extra number because I absolutely must.

6. Trash, Aloners - If you have never played Aloners, you really should because it is seriously an amazing visual novel (thank you @dear-mrs-otome for casually mentioning this game like one time in a discord server otherwise I’m not sure that I would have found out about it). You can get it for free (or pay $5 for the redeux version), so there’s really no excuse unless you don’t have a computer. The love between MC and Trash is not the main plot of the story necessarily, but Trash is such a good man and he deserves the lovin'. Trash is like the perfect combination of sweet and snarky, respectful yet teasing, competent but dumb, has a good heart but doesn't always make the best decisions... in conclusion, what choice did I have but to fall helplessly in love???

This has been fun, I absolutely love screaming about 2D bois... I hope y’all don’t mind tags (also I haven’t really been around a lot so if you’ve been tagged already I’m sorry ;w;) @luciens-one-and-only-sea-otter @lovingikesen @toonamifaithful @emeraldtawny @littlelady-blackwell @alloveroliver

#tag tag #just otome things #uh it's a list of 2d men I love #just 2d men things #favorite tag #Steeni speak 🔊

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themockingcrows · 5 years ago

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Whisper Just For Me: Ch. 16: Beyond

All good things must come to an end. Sometimes, though, the end is just the beginning. CW: Major character death This chapter is available on AO3!

((The end of the fic! Thank you so much for reading, it’s really meant a lot to me. And I’m so sorry the ending took so long to get out! Between the surgeries, recovery time, mental health and school, things have been hectic to say the least. If you stuck around, you’ve got my love forever. <3 Ryn, over and out.))

By the time the cast came off and you’d started doing physical therapy at home, you felt it was time to try explaining to Dave all the things you had found. Life had returned to normal more or less, with Jade and her research keeping Dave’s returning strength and habits dialed in to where they could be tracked again. Everything was looking positive, and you couldn’t be happier. Your family was whole again, and life was good.

Now to rip the bandaid off, you supposed. Now when it was private and quiet, when Jade wasn’t around and it would just be the two of you.

With Dave zipping around the room rustling papers one day, you decided it was time. If he passed on… well. You had confidence you’d see him again somehow. Your beliefs had expanded over time to well beyond what they were before, and with it came a sense of serenity in things. If you could find Dave again after all that had happened, if fate itself seemed intent on making sure that you could be reunited somehow, then surely it made sense that it would keep going even longer afterwards into the unknown.

You knelt down carefully, still babying your formerly broken leg as it got stronger, and rummaged under your bed for the things you’d brought back from Dave’s Bro. The raglan shirt, the different drawings, the picture of the smuppet, the photograph of Dave on the sofa. With a deep sense of inner peace, you set them all out on the floor and sat back on your ass to look them over when you felt the warmth near your shoulder.

“Do you see all these clearly?” you asked, wanting to be sure.

… Yes …

“...Do you want to touch them?” you asked, offering control of your arms again. “I don’t mind. They’re… they’re yours, after all.”

Did Dave recognize them, or not? He seemed intrigued, if nothing else. He didn’t take control of your arms, but remained near your head and shoulders, hovering and staring intently at the different things as if he were a mongoose staring down a snake. You reached for the picture of him on the couch and smiled.

“You still look this good, I hope you know. Just more red.”

Dave was silent, but he smiled. Okay. He could recognize himself at least. Or he couldn’t and he could take a compliment when he heard one. Sometimes it was a little hard to tell how Dave’s brain worked, but it was generally positive so whatever.

Setting the picture down, you pulled up the image of the smuppet and ran a thumb over the surface of the polaroid as if imagining the texture of the fabric, trying to pretend you could feel it, could smell it. Trying to practically will it into existing in the same room.

“Your uh. ...Your brother said this was one of your favorite toys growing up,” you explained, smile faltering a bit. The warmth went chilly for the briefest of seconds, wavering, before it warmed again. Dave was reaching for the picture with his transparent fingers, imitating the stroking motion you’d done right beforehand.

...I remember…

Okay. That was a start. He remembered and was still there. Good.

You felt a chill in your stomach that made you want to put everything away, suddenly. A deep instinctive urge to hide, to keep things safe, to buckle down and ignore everything around you for a while. To keep Dave safe.

Safe from what? If he moved on… then it was what he was meant to do. He’d be at peace. You’d meet again. And that was all theoretical anyway, stop panicking! Ease up, Egbert, it’s a picture of a smuppet.

You reach for the shirt next and hold it after displaying the pattern on the front, grinning at Dave again despite the growing panic in the back of your chest.

“Your shirt’s kinda dorky, but apparently you liked it a lot? You liked videogames too, and music… I think Jade has some of the songs you used to like to listen to, we’ll have to ask her to play them later.” You’d been avoiding them for some reason since getting Dave back, just letting things go back to how they’d once been instead of adding even more new things into the mix. Too much too fast was bad, you assumed. ...Yet here you were, discussing an entire short life in one go.

...Better than yours…

“Hey, my clothes are great thank you.”

As if to make a point, Dave darted away to the drawers and opened them, tossing out socks and shorts left and right while you protested, before rattling things in the closet and darting back in a red haze like a flash.

“Okay, okay, geeze. Either way, we’ve got this now. Do you want me to set it out somewhere for you? Or.. like. I don’t know, should I wear it when you’re in charge sometime?”

Would it be weird to wear your dead boyfriend’s shirt that he used to wear when he was alive if you never knew him when he was alive to begin with? Something in your head said that was probably kind of weird, but then again you’ve been wrong before so… who knew anymore. Things were complicated when you were dating a ghost.

A lot of societal rules and standards either didn’t apply or needed to be invented on the spot.

Dave did a lazy turn in the air like an otter before rustling the other items like a breeze to catch your attention once more, apparently enthralled by his own work. You picked up the cartoony image with a smirk, having to hold it sideways at an angle to read it properly as if it were some secret code and not the oldest shitpost you’d ever seen in your fucking life.

“You made this, huh? What’s it of? Like, who are these guys?”

...Sweet Bro… Hella Jeff… Geromy…

Instinctively, you’re aware of who each of them probably are, and you’re pleased when a quick verification with Dave proved you were correct on the first shot. It was brilliant really. Strange, surreal, silly, and nonsensical in just the right way to make you wish there was an entire book of these drawings. If Dave had lived, maybe there would have been and that’s the only way you’d have known him: as an adoring fan among many to an older man with a talent for drawing funny cartoons. ...If you could even classify these guys as cartoons.

They kind of defied description in the way a jpeg artifact tended to bounce around on shitty video clips that dropped pixels faster than you could drop yourself down the stairs on roller skates with a running start.

The more realistic art, the sketches, you hesitated on most. Finally, you picked one up and cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“This uh. ...You know who this is, yeah?”

Dave was quiet again, and you had to look over your shoulder to try judging if this was a bad idea or not. He was still, quiet, staring. His face was hard to decipher, mostly because it seemed to be fading in and out from the red mass to the wispy figure you knew and loved.

...Bro…

“Right,” you said, clearing your throat again. It felt like you had heartburn, a cold sweat on your brow and acid roiling in your stomach. “We uhm. Jade and I met him. We talked a lot about things. About you. He’s the one who gave us most of these things. We heard about when you were a baby, and when you were a teen.”

There came the unsteady lump of panic again. Where had the serenity gone? The sense of peace and calm that said this was a good idea earlier? Long gone.

“We also uhm. ...We learned how you died, Dave. Do.. do you remember?”

Stupid question. Dave looked tense, uncertain, and even more wavery than before. Of course he didn’t remember, that was one of the main reasons he was still around, wasn’t it?

“It…”

Were you ready for this? You could feel tears in your eyes. It was now or never.

“It was your heart, Dave. You had a heart problem, and passed away really fast outside. Nobody knew it was coming or that anything was wrong. Your… Your Bro’s sorry. He’s eaten alive about it, wishes he’d never pushed you as hard as he did in the heat. He misses you. He-”

The red light was brilliant to your eyes, bright enough that you needed to shield your vision for a moment with a hand, peeking between your fingers to try finding the source. Dave. It had to be Dave. Where was he? Where was he in this sea of red? The warmth that had been radiating off of him dissipated till it was cool and comforting instead. Soothing as a balm to fevered flesh, soft and gentle as touch.

When the light faded, Dave was standing to your side. Physically standing, not floating, looking solid as anything. His face was pale with a splash of freckles, hair ruffled as if wind had been playing through it, red eyes bright as rubies. He was wearing the same shirt you’d brought out from under the bed, making you double take back to it to make sure it wasn’t in fact the same shirt. Black jeans smoothed down skinny legs with the baggy ends threadbare in the back where his tennis shoes had been scuffing them to Hell and back. His chest wasn’t rising or falling, but he had color to his cheeks, and a smile on his lips.

You scrambled to your feet once you registered what the fuck had happened, or… at least were trying to understand what the fuck was happening.

“Dave? Dave what’s going on. I don’t like this,” you say, before even registering what came out of your mouth. Your skin felt soothed, your body felt light, even the residual ache in your leg was gone. Peace was in the air, but you felt like you were having trouble breathing, leading to the conclusion that you were, in fact, panicking.

This was a panic attack.

“Dave? Say something, Dave, what’s happening.”

You knew what was happening. You reminded him how he died. He knew now. He remembered. He remembered everything, remembered his former life, remembered himself and his world and time. Remembered his Bro.

“...John,” Dave said, his voice just as solid as it felt when he talked inside your head, but the rush of blood in your ears was making it harder to hear over the whooshing. You needed air. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, you didn’t want this.

Except you did. You didn’t want to be selfish and keep Dave in limbo forever. You didn’t want to keep him hidden in your pocket till your own death, leaving him potentially trapped. This was the right thing to do. In your heart of hearts you knew this was the right thing to do.

“John,” he said again. “Thank you. For everything. For every single second,” Dave said to you. He reached out with his too solid hands and clasped yours with both of his, giving them a squeeze. He was cool to the touch, like weather worn fleshy marble. When you didn’t squeeze back, he released your hands in favor of hugging you tight around the middle, nuzzling his face against the side of your neck like a cat seeking somewhere warm to perch and snuggle.

“Why are you thanking me for that?” you asked. Fuck, you were crying. You could feel the snot running down your throat already, the tears stinging your eyes. “I love you, Dave. I only did what I’ve done because I love you.”

“...I love you too, John Egbert” he said, and you knew in your heart of hearts that he meant it.

Finally remembering that you could lift your arms, you clung tight to him, digging your fingers into the fabric of his shirt as if it would anchor him in place and keep him from going anywhere. You hiccuped for breath, head spinning. Too much was happening at once.

“Am I going to see you again?” you asked. “You’d know better than me, right? I will, won’t I?”

“John..” Dave said softly, not answering the question. It wasn’t helping the panic or the sadness ripping your heart in half.

“Tell me!” you demanded. “This isn’t the end, is it? This isn’t happily ever after, I don’t accept it. We’ll be together again, right?”

“Wait for me, John,” he said softly against your ear. The panic died as if it had never been there, so suddenly that your knees tried to give way. Dave held you tight and kept you upright, kept you from falling to the ground. In that brief moment, Dave was the rock and tether that you’d been for so long.

“How long do I have to wait?” you asked, clenching your eyes shut to focus on everything you could while you could. His smell, the way his skin felt under his shirt, the way his hair felt against your neck. Things you had gotten hints of all this time, whispers of, but never anything this solid.

It wasn’t fair.

Why were you able to get everything you wanted right as it was leaving?

“How long,” you croaked again, but Dave either didn’t have an answer or couldn’t answer. Instead, he looked towards the door of your room, watching it open on its own to display the hall to the living room. You could hear music playing distantly, and warmth of a summer that wasn’t there was coming in with the soft afternoon light. “Please. Please tell me. Dave, please, how long…”

“You’ll know,” Dave finally said, giving another hard squeeze around your middle, hesitating leaving. Did he want to stay? Or was it just a residual tug of want? Who would give up their ever after just to stick around in someone’s necklace in an incorporeal state forever?

Nobody. Not even you, not even for Dave, and you knew it even if you hated it.

“When I come for you, I’ll have to whisper so you know it’s me,” he said quietly by your ear again. Only loud enough for you to hear, trying to burn the words into your memory. You’d know his voice when it was softer than when it was louder, it was true. He’d been a ghost so long, that whispery, barely there tone was what you expected every time you woke up or went to sleep.

How were you could to live without that.

“Yeah. I’ll listen for you. I’ll listen for you every day,” you said. You didn’t need to promise. It’d be instinct by now, holding out hope that he’d come back.

When Dave released your middle, he reached his hands up to clasp either side of your face so he could kiss you properly. Your teeth got in the way briefly, clicking together with his smaller straighter ones, but it didn’t deter him in the slightest from deepening the kiss almost immediately. You held your breath to make it last, taking a deep breath when he finally pulled back and took a step away.

“I love you, John.” He said it again as if willing you to remember it. “I always will. Listen for me.”

He turned and walked to the hall, towards the living room. The door suddenly slammed behind him, prompting you to unfreeze from position and rush forwards, yanking it open to the proper season and lighting that was meant to be there again.

No Dave.

Dave was gone.

Your pendant was cool on your neck, the air of peace and nearly Heavenly compassion was in the room. Your house was cleansed and clear of all spirits, and rested empty and lifeless for the first time in decades. Everything was peaceful, except for the storm in your chest. You made your way to bed with the raglan shirt pressed to your chest and cried harder than you thought you ever had in your life. It was the same place Jade found you later. It was the same place you stayed for the better part of a week, grieving what you had.

Love hurt, and life wasn’t fair, but you knew one thing at least: you loved Dave Strider, and you were waiting to hear his voice again. ...You also knew this wasn’t what he would have wanted.

Life would have to go on, even if it felt like it shouldn’t.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Your name was John Egbert.

You had been a leader in the field of parapsychology and the paranormal in general. Along with Jade Harley, you had made many advancements in the field of science along with your own research into spirits and their habits. You had worked together to make devices to track spirits voices, making the inaudible audible to the naked ear, you’d helped come up with ideas to further make the invisible visible.

You lived a good life. The classes at colleges you taught lectures at were always full to the brim with curious people, and the true believers were always excited to shake your hand. It was charming, really. An honor.

Every day your routine had been the same, for decades now. Wake up, hold your pendant, and check for a voice. Always before bed, hold your pendant, check for a voice. There had been no voice, and so many times you’d wanted to give up listening, but you couldn’t help yourself.

New loves had come and gone, nothing staying for very long. You were happy with your life, though. It was a fulfilling life full of good times and smiles and laughter. You hoped Dave could see some of what was happening to you, even if the machinery never picked anything up around you that had the same signature Dave used to have. No red mists, no impish blondes darting around rustling your papers. Just normal poltergeists and spirits stuck in their routines, the rare intelligent haunting that you could help find the light the same way you’d found Dave’s for him.

You didn’t regret freeing him.

...But fuck did you miss him.

Your name was John Egbert not long ago.

You’d gone to bed with an upset stomach and some tingling in your arms, deciding it was a leftover of the flu you’d had recently instead of anything to worry about. Early to bed, early to rise. Jade had a meeting planned in the morning, some new developments were underway to fine tune the audio scanner with some new technology that had recently been invented, something that would halve the size of the current devices and amplify their power by at least twofold. Couldn’t miss that.

You lay down, clasped your pendant, and said Dave’s name like a prayer to ward away the boogeyman.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my ghost my soul to keep.

Your chest felt kind of funny when you lay down and it felt harder to breathe, but nothing too dramatic. More flu shenanigans. Something felt.. ...Something felt... strange though.

Your name was John Egbert.

And then it wasn’t.

You were laying still and watching the ceiling before sitting up, feeling ten times better than how you’d lain down earlier.

“...John...”

You froze and looked around.

“Dave?” It had to be, that voice was familiar to you even after all this time.

“...John…”

You got out of bed at a jump and paused, frowning. When had you last been able to do that? It’d been ages. Slowly, you looked back towards the bed where John Egbert lay still as if sleeping.

Your name used to be John Egbert, but you suppose it still is. You’re kind of new to this being dead thing. Were there two John Egbert’s now? The dead one and the more lively dead one? Was the soul still considered the same entity right now? So many questions from your research clouded your mind that your first instinct was to call Jade to discuss it with her, before you felt the touch to your shoulder. Spinning around, startled, you nearly slapped Dave in the face with a flailing arm.

He smirked a bit.

“John.”

“Dave? ...Dave. Dave,” you said, voice breaking briefly before it came out as a croak. Ghosts could cry apparently. You didn’t feel the unpleasant sensation of breathlessness, but you could feel tears on your cheeks before laughing. “You asshole, you made me wait so fucking long.”

“You were busy, thought I’d come back later when you could use a break,” Dave said, reaching up to grasp either side of your face, kissing you before you could think too hard on it.

“Dave I’m. I mean I. But I. ….Oh God, Jade’s going to- Oh. ...Dave, oh my God I’m dead. Dave I died,” you said, staggering through the sudden wash of sorrow as it hit you. There was still so much to do, one life wasn’t enough for everything you had planned. “I never finished writing that piano piece, and Jade’s.. Fuck…”

He held you as you processed things, letting your mind catch up. Letting you calm down. There was nothing but time now, wasn’t there? Or.. wait.

“Am I… am I going to stay here as a ghost?” you asked, worrying. Were you going to be separated again? Was it your turn to exist in flux?

“No. You get to come to the chill place, if you want. It’s pretty sweet. Bro was pretty shocked when he turned up too, but he wasn’t as up on shit as you are.”

“If I want? I get to choose?”

“For a bit. If you’ve got business left, I mean,” Dave said. “Like with Jade. ...Your Dad’s excited to see you again, too.”

“Dad,” you said quietly. You’d been so focused on listening for Dave that you hadn’t even considered how big of a family reunion you were in for when you finally met your maker. Your Nana, your Dad, your aunt and uncle, your grandfather you’d never met. Hell, even Sassacre probably.

“How long do I have?” you ask, giving another look to the John on the bed. He seemed peaceful, relaxed. It’d been quick and painless.

“Long as you need to finish up business,” Dave said. “...Should I amscray while you take care of shit o-”

“Dave, if you disappear now of all times I’m going to figure out how to haunt people and haunt you till you die again.”

“Okay, okay, shit, chill. I was just offerin’.” he said, tucking his hands into his pockets with a smile. “Want some company while you do errands?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Your name is Jade Harley, and man do your joints hurt, but the flowers aren’t going to tend themselves are they.

You heft some of the potting soil into the pot and gently stroke it over the previously exposed roots of the flowering plant as if you were tucking in a baby. Next came the water, a steady shower from above till the soil was damp, and then came the time to heft everything to the other table.

John’s funeral had been a month ago, and while you were still sad… you also knew better than to fret. For one, your research had calmed your thoughts to the beyond years ago already. Matter can neither be created nor destroyed. For another, getting to know more about Dave had been an adventure in your youth that shaped the entire world from scratch.

For yet another, you got a personal goodbye from the John you used to know in your younger years, hand in hand with a pretty young blonde man you knew from a photograph and images on screens from early developed machines of your own creation.

Sometimes, you could swear you still were being watched by the pair of them, but you were too lazy to go find your equipment to double check. What would you even be double checking? If he was having ghost makeouts or something?

You wipe your brow and look over your work with a smile. The funeral home had given some depressing little potted plant, and a sickly looking tree sapling as a memorial. This was better by miles.

“You see, John?” you said aloud to your guardian angel. “Perfect.”

If you were John Egbert, you’d have to agree. It was a handsome plant in a handsome pot, and it would blossom like crazy because Jade was the one who’d tended it.

But you’re not John Egbert.

You are Jade Harley, and John Egbert’s story has ended, arm in arm with the spirit he’d been chasing for so long and finally caught.

#homestuck #johndave #john egbert #dave strider #my fic

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jercythesiscrying · 6 years ago

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Five Flavours | Poly first-years, T, 1.3k

NaNoWriMo Day 30: Free Day Combo Shuffle Challenge, Social Media, and Dialogue-only fic.

Summary: Yet another collection of ficlets/drabbles featuring my favourite first years.

Rules: 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. 2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. 3. Write a ficlet/drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards! 4. Do ten of these, and then post them.

TW: Canon-typical anxiety.

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A/N: Decided to go with another Shuffle Challenge because I will single-handedly resurrect this meme. Apparently, I will also fill the first-years OT5 tag loooool. Un-beta’d once again and it very much shows /o\

Gold Rays – Vinyl Pinups

They go to the beach the first chance they all get. Summer heat beats down on everything, water glinting under the sunlight.

Hitoka brings swimming tubes for her and Tobio because neither of them can swim. Kei teases Tobio endlessly about it but helps him out nonetheless when the three of them decide to go swimming.

Shouyou and Tadashi stay on the beach to build a giant sandcastle. The craftsmanship is clearly Tadashi’s doing, but Shouyou vehemently insists that he helped with the shovel work.

At the end of the day, Shouyou posts a photo on his account:

littlegiant.10 • 3 minutes ago perfect!!!

(Image: Shouyou, Tobio, Tadashi, and Kei surrounding a large sandcastle. Hitoka sits at the centre with her legs crossed. All of them beam wide at the camera.)

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Cough Syrup – Young the Giant

Kei catches the flu because his partners are awful and spread the infection to him. He stays home from classes one day because his head cold is so bad he can’t see straight.

He lies in bed for the majority of the day, sleeping underneath his bedsheets sweaty and uncomfortable, but what other choice does he have? He can barely sit up straight, much less move around like he’d much rather be doing. Akiteru would probably drag him back to bed if he tried anyway.

He stirs up from his nap at some point, awakening to see four pairs of eyes blinking down at him. Their faces are hidden by medical masks, so their eyes are really all he sees in his fever induced haze.

“Kei-kun?” a sweet voice says. “Are you okay?”

He coughs, which seems to be answer enough for all of them.

“We brought cough syrup, Tsukki!”

“It’s on the bedside.”

“Sorry for getting you sick, I guess.”

Kei can’t distinguish the voices from each other, but he returns to sleep with the familiar, comforting sounds of his favourite people in the world.

Boy Without A Heart – Jojo

Kei is much colder than Hitoka ever realized.

Everyone warns her, that she missed the awful time when they all first began playing together and Kei was the most infuriating person they’d ever met, that by the time she came around he dialled down his angst and snark. Tadashi tries to defend him, of course, but eventually even his protests are silenced by the others.

“Yachi,” Tobio says gravely, “are you sure you want to date him too?”

“Yeah, we’re happy with Yamaguchi already,” Shouyou says.

Kei rolls his eyes, walking out the room. Hitoka takes this as her cue to follow him. She walks out the door, sprinting to catch up to Kei.

“Kei-kun!” she calls out. “Kei-kun, wait!”

He doesn’t listen, continuing to walk away. When he turns the corner without a word, Hitoka stops, slightly shocked. He’s never ignored her before.

“Told you,” Tobio says behind her, and she turns around to she see both her boyfriends catching up to her.

“He just...” Tadashi begins, struggling. “Needs time.”

Hitoka bites her lip, unable to help herself when she stares back down the path where Kei disappeared.

Love Story – Taylor Swift

Their love isn’t forbidden like in fairy tales, or romance dramas, or the cheesy light novels they all know Kei likes to read sometimes.

The five of them grappled with their feelings for a long time before they ever came to any sort of understanding, even longer until they achieved the comfortable relationship they have now. First, there were boundaries. Then, there was the fact that Kei, Shouyou and Tobio usually wanted to tear each other’s heads off if they had the chance. And, of course, Hitoka and Tadashi had their anxiety to deal with. It was a huge mess until they sorted everything out.

They couldn’t even consider the larger picture about how everyone else would feel about them, too caught up in their emotions about each other to care about what society would say. But they each knew they wanted this, were willing to put up with whatever came their way as long as they got to do it together.

The day their landlord handed them the keys to their own place—a huge apartment that could fit all five of them, their first ever home—they celebrated with a quiet night in.

Reading Letters – P.S. I Love You Soundtrack

Hitoka opens her old high school notebooks, reading letters she both wrote and received.

Bittersweet nostalgia hits her like a wave, and she smiles through her tears when she finally reaches the last page:

A photograph of all five of them.

Pretend (Reprise) – Lights

Some days, the anxiety wins.

They each handle those days differently. Shouyou and Tadashi prefer to have the others doting on them with sympathy. Tobio and Kei prefer to seclude themselves so they could sort through their feelings first, careful because they don’t want to hurt their partners in their angst. Hitoka prefers a little bit of both.

At the end of the day though, all of them want their lovers close by so they could welcome a better tomorrow together.

BG Låten [8-bit Remix] – Spelling Phailer

Shouyou naively announces having a video game competition, so Kei easily hands the other boys’ asses to them. They all knew that Kei was better than Tadashi, and infinitely better than both Tobio and Shouyou.

Hitoka was a true dark horse.

“I, um,” she squeaks, cheeks flushed red when she sees everyone’s jaws hanging, “I like to play on my phone sometimes? And I’m comfortable with consoles since I do computer stuff a lot.”

“You beat me.” Kei’s tone easily conveys his shock.

“AMAZING, YACCHAN!” Shouyou yells, jumping onto her.

The others follow him, piling on top of their girlfriend in a giant heap. She giggles, delighted to accept their congratulations.

Sour Candy – Carly Rae Jepsen ft. Josh Ramsay

Kiyoko loved Hitoka.

Hitoka was passionate and eager, anxious but headstrong. After she first recruited Hitoka, the younger girl hung onto Kiyoko’s every word like she hung the stars. Kiyoko loved watching her grow and appreciate the sport, fall in love with the team and their camaraderie.

She didn’t expect that Hitoka falls for the team in a romantic sense too.

She and Hitoka tried to make things work after Kiyoko’s graduation, but they both knew the distance was too hard for them. Their relationship ended amicably, and though it hurt Kiyoko so much more than she could have ever anticipated, she knew that Hitoka was in good hands.

She watches in the distance when the five of them pass by—hands and arms happily clasped onto one another—and smiles.

Otter Pop – Shawn Wasabi

“Here you go: popsicles! Blue for Tobio, orange for Shouyou, lemon for Hitoka, strawberry for Tsukki.”

“Thanks, Tadashi-kun!”

“F’ank yhew!”

“Thanks.”

“Mm.”

“Ah, so refreshing!”

(grin)

“Tadashi-kun, are you gonna eat yours?”

“Oh, yes!”

“What flavour did you get?”

“Melon.”

“Aw, lemme try!”

“Okay, just don’t get your slobber over it.”

“I won’t!”

“He will.”

“Shut up, Tobio!”

“Guys, can we just enjoy ourselves, please?”

(sigh)

“Apparently not without a fight.”

Best Starships Ever (Nicki Minaj vs 1D) – Remix by Mikolo Mashups

They go to the beach after graduation, inviting the entire volleyball team to celebrate the end of the year as well as wishing the third-years goodbye.

Shouyou and Tobio are in charge of games and music, Tadashi and Kei in charge of food and drinks, and Hitoka covers all planning and decorating. The first- and second-years offer to pitch in with the prep but the five of them insist on doing this for the rest of the team.

They have a wonderful time by the sea, getting sunburnt under the sky, salt and sand lingering on their skin after playing in the water. They stay until well into the night, lighting up a bonfire at Shouyou’s request.

Portable speakers blast the best pop songs of the year, and they dance around the flames with laughter and smiles on their lips.

(More notes on Ao3.)

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years ago

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Shield Hero 20

Motoyasu getting dragged by Filo was funny…not enough to get a proper laugh though. Just a smirk or two.

Stop narrating and just get on with it, Naofumi and friends…!

“I was saying we should fight together all along.” (from Itsuki) – Were you, now…? (skeptical)

Ass-pull! I call “ass-pull” at the power to swallow the phoenix flame! Seriously, when did the dragon get the opportunity to teach Naofumi how to do that???

How did Naofumi not die after losing so much blood…?

What does the Q even stand for in the queen’s name…?

Sarazanmai 7

The seagulls…so fluffy…

For some reason, I expect a fakeout, but then it never arrives…these boys are really connecting…

I found some kappa croquette thingy online, but it referred to a “Shiki City” which probably isn’t in Asakusa…

The shirt…Kazuki’s shirt says “frog” but I get the feeling it also means “return”.

Shirohasu water. It’s Irohasu in Japan.

Was the lyric to Kawausoiya (the otter song) “gonna take ‘em”…?

Nice ET reference, Sara.

Balls…not just sport entendre, but…y’know. The sort of humour I don’t like as much.

Ooh…Keppi is shaping up to be the bad guy. But what plans does he have? Am I speculating too much and is he being framed? Hard to know until next time…

BSD 32

When Kyouka is eating the sundae, she looks like the Tofu Kyouka from Mayoi…hmm.

Can I confess something? Before I saw the illustrations for s2, I thought Louisa’s hair was much darker than what it is in the anime…hmmm, indeed.

I don’t think we were ever told (in the manga or the anime) what Louisa’s wish was…

This bit with Fyodor…I don’t think it was in the manga.

Subarashi-sou is a pun on “it seems wonderful”. That wasn’t in the manga, but it’s a great pun (because it’s right up my alley).

Fitz laughing at the neighbour’s TV wasn’t in the manga either, but that’s just the anime director’s humour peeking through.

“Blalack Daniel’s”, LOL.

Ohh…a quick Google reveals TJ Eckleberg is from the Great Gatsby. In there, he’s an eye doctor, but here, he’s an engineer.

George B Wilson is also from the Great Gatsby…Here be spoilers, but…George dies in his original work too.

Manhasset is a place in New York…I assume it’s connected to the Great Gatsby as well…

Oh yeah! Random Poe moment. That’s in the manga, so Igarashi (or whoever’s responsible for the terrible humour) doesn’t have to fake that bit.

Cue “Objection!” by Fitz, lemme guess. Even if I know the outcome and how it was done, I’d like to have my memory refreshed (by stabbing in the dark…and making an Ace Attorney joke in the process).

I already know, without googling, that Tom Buchanan is part of Great Gatsby as well…

Bank of Amerigo…LOL.

Fruits Basket 8

“If you show up for the banquet now…”

“The banquet sounds just like the folk tale!” Honestly, subbers, proofread…

Haa-kun and Haa-san. No distinguishing between them (aside from honorifics), even though they’re two completely different people.

Hatori’s squinty face was…hilarious, to put it simply.

Oh…I forgot the dance seems to be something the animal of the year does. So if Yuki was 3 years ago, it makes sense Momiji is doing it this year.

Best seat in the house for a sunrise, huh?

Kimetsu no Yaiba 8

I’ve seen Muzan being described as “Demon Michael Jackson” and now I can’t get that out of my head when I see him…sorry.

Tsukihiko, huh? It translates to “moon’s radiance” or something like that. That name is appropriate for a bad guy, isn’t it?

This is the first time I’ve really listened to the OST (aside from the OP and ED), so it’s…really something.

Ooh, I didn’t realise until now, but Ufotable even imitated the paper Jump is printed on with the next-ep previews…

OPM 2 8 (OPM 20)

Er…I haven’t mentioned it for the past few episodes, but Suiryu is hotttttttt. (No? I said that? Okay, next step.) That’s basically the only reason why I’m watching anymore…I can’t seem to find anyone who thinks positively of this tournament arc enough to do reviews of it that I can read, which has made my own opinion of this beloved series go down the drain…Also, if you weren’t aware, my taste lies not in Suiryu’s huge bulk, but rather in the fact he’s got long hair.

Didn’t Suiryu get pierced in the abs??? Where’s the blood coming from his injuries??? Update: He does have injuries there, they’re just not bloody…that’s all.

The main criticism for OPM 2 is the fact that it keeps cutting between different events, so it’s hard to follow. Well, I’ve had worse (see Concrete Revolutio) so that’s why I’m still here.

People say that clothing changes you – say if you put on a new outfit, you feel like a new person. (Of course, that’s all glamorising and praising consumption, but that’s beside the point here.) I think that’s what’s up with Max and Snek.

Shield Hero 21

“…the Shield Hero is worshipped.”

Really? Boob jiggle, at a time like this??? (Context: Malty is getting th slave crest painted on her.)

Wait, was there ever a Shield Church???

Okay, that felt like a real seasonal ending. What the heck is going to happen in the last few episodes, I wonder…?

Sarazanmai 8

Chikai knows the real meaning of YOLO…heh. I’m only kidding…

To be honest, I think I like Toi best out of the main trio. I tend to like the boys in blue…and no, I don’t mean the otter police.

Kazuki’s service provider is “Kappa Phone”, LOL.

When Reo held up the gun, I was yelling, “Enta! Get it for him!” (i.e. take the bullet) I didn’t expect him to actually do it…

…and here I thought tragic yuri was common enough and we don’t have enough Tragic Yaoi Dudes…

Notably, Toi was registered on Enta’s phone as “Kuji”, while Kazuki is registered as “Kazuki” (katakana) on Toi’s.

Shots fired…!

Update: I didn’t notice this, but the evil dude with kamome written behind him (I think it’s in this episode, but it might have been in the last one instead) must be based on a seagull…because that’s what kamome means.

Bungou Stray Dogs 33 (BSD S3 Ep 8)

I think it was around here I stopped reading the scans, because the series was picked up legally anyway…but I can see the death flags for a certain Port Mafia man…one who stands at the top.

As expected…butt shot. Igarashi (or whoever’s responsible for that shot) likes butts, so between this and Sarazanmai…*imagines image of kappa!Kazuki holding a shirikodama* There’s absolutely no buts about it (LOL), there’s no shortage of butts this season.

“To think that the rabbit being hunted would show its face…” – I think it’s hard for you to say that, Akutagawa, when you yourself have no face in that frame…

Why are both Akutagawa and Fyodor Naruto running today???

“So you’re doing this for that woman.”

What is “Mukurotoride”? I don’t seem to remember…maybe I never learnt what it was. Update: Apparently a tower in Dead Apple is called Mukurotoride.

Conspiracy time! This book sounds like Kunikida’s Ability…so imagine if it were under Dazai’s nose the entire time…

Fruits Basket 9

I love how the synopsis for this episode goes, “Kyo fights Yuki, Yuki fights a cold…”

Hatsuharu’s wearing such an ostentatious fluffy jacket…LOL, I love it.

Holy cow (LOL), I forgot how old Hatsuharu is…so that means he’s 15-ish, right?

Come to think of it…I see Fruits Basket characters in Ro Te O, which I started writing at about this time in 2013. The Azrael of that time was a hybrid of Hatsuharu, Ritsu and Ayame, Tetsuya is basically Yuki and Ryou is Kyou…hmm.

Apparently, Shigure had in the 2001 anime a song that went like, “High school girls, high school girls, cute high school girls for me.” So that’s where it was??? (Context: I haven’t seen Fruits Basket 2001, but read the entire manga.)

Kimetsu no Yaiba 9

Recap time, recap time…so the lady’s in the back room and Tanjiro conveniently forgets the man is in the basement…? Wuh?

Moya was complaining about how repetitive this show can get when it comes to the script (i.e. it repeats itself because it doesn’t trust its audience, but I think that’s because this is originally serialised on TV week by week that people may forget if they’re not bingeing, taking notes or following the manga). I’ll talk more about that in my KnY collab post, I guess…

When Yushiro said “watch your back”…he really meant it, huh?

Temari are the balls, but kemari is when you kick the balls.

“…the eyeballs on his hands are creepy.” – LOL.

Shield Hero 22

The ep title just says “Hero Council”…not specifically that there are 4 of them.

My stream’s been buffering more than usual, so I went “like mother, like daughter” before Naofumi did…

It would’ve ben massively funny to hear Melty call Malty either “Trash” or “B****”…especially the last one, because that’s always a fun way to end a sentence (especially for a girl as young as her). Update: She does, but the way she does it isn’t as funny as I thought it would be (and she doesn’t end her sentence with her sister’s new name).

Wait, I thought they got rid of her slave pact??? I thought it was only for the duration of her trial that she needed it for.

L’Arc and that lady seem like they’re foreshadowing for later…hmm. Update: The next-episode synopsis says “yes”. So does that new visual.

Sarazanmai 9

I can’t believe this show’s almost over…That means I gotta get a move on with RobiHachi, but to be honest? Non-anime things are probably going to kep me busy until…a few days from now. So I’ll get RobiHachi watched then.

Characetrs are dying en masse in this episode, aren’t they??? I saw a spoiler that (well, SPOILER) Chikai’s gonna die, but I don’t know about Enta or Keppi…Update: To be honest, I thought Chikai was going to become the next monster – a gun monster, perhaps. Maybe now that I’ve finished the episode, he’ll become a real zombie. (Hey, see what I did there with the bolding…? How’s that for hiding spoilers, eh???)

Oh yeah…I forgot Enta’s sister was Kazuki’s teacher…

There was a sign behind Masa that said”Hinode Asakusa” – “hi no de” meaning roughly “under the sun” or “leaving the sun”.

Tokarev…? The gun? Gun monster, maybe? Is this a critique of the American gun…(exaggerated voice) Nah, can’t be…this is Japanese.

Lionel…Lionel…for some reason, that name in relation to soccer seems familiar...I just can’t put my finger on who it reminds me of, though. Update: Is it, perhaps, Messi…? Yes, I think that’s the guy I was thinking of…!

Aw…I’m not crying, you are…But these words were running through my head before Toi chucked the bag of money away and yelled, “F***!”: “Everything I do, I do it for you.” Isn’t that cute…?

Bungou Stray Dogs 34

“…one by one?” Junban means “sequentially”, so I don’t see why you have to use the phrase “one by one”. Or “one at a time” would also work.

Hardbank…to contrast Softbank (a phone company in Japan).

Face-stealing aliens strike again…(re: Atsushi)

Oh flip. This reminds me of my Kunikida fic…yeah, I bet you don’t remember it.

Hey, this dude! Apparently he’s from one of Kunikida’s stories. I really am approaching the end of what I know of canon…*gulp* Update: Oops, we already passed that part…

I wonder if the real Fyodor could play cello…? Or is this just a thing to make him ominous and villanous…?

The cross on the wall behind Kunikida…makes this show more like Eva than Kekkai Sensen…exquisite. Absolutely exquisite, isn’t it?

Another cool cross, behind Tanizaki!

What’s a tatamigatana? Also, I didn’t know other people could be synchronised using Doppo Poet and Ranpo’s deduction…

Does Kouyou mean (by “the one I most despise”)…Chuuya? Or herself? It’s definitely not Ace.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 10

Headpats for Yushiro as well! Headpats for everyone!

There’s a lot of Tanjiro being terrified in this episode…

Wait…Kizuki? I thought they were the 12 Moons? (Well, “tsuki” means “moon”, but then what’s the “ki”?) Update: The “ki” means “demon”, so the Kizuki are the 12 Demon Moons.

Being alone with the body…that’s always a scary thought in murder mysteries…for the people who dissect them to determine the cause of death, that is.

Considering the name of the episode is “Together Forever”…nup, I don’t see Nezuko and Tanjiro separating anytime soon…

The Kasugai crow is what happens when you can’t turn off your Google Assistant…or GPS…or Siri.

If Tanjiro knows the name of his crow, how do the crows get their names? Do their trainers (is that the right term for a crow breeder in this case…?) give them names?

OPM S2 Ep 9 (Ep 21)

LOL, that one shot of the ants…JC Staff really don’t care about this series, do they…?

I kinda forgot about Genos after a bit more than a week…sorry, I was watching other anime in between. (More than usual, at least. I started playing Chibi Tamago – a forum game for AniList where you collect badges for watching anime - that’s why.)

Did he (Pri-Pri Prisoner)…store his phone in his butt…?

#simulcast commentary #Bungou Stray Dogs #one punch man #Sarazanmai #Fruits Basket #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #the rising of the shield hero #Chesarka watches Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari #Chesarka watches BSD #Chesarka watches OPM #Chesarka watches Sarazanmai #Chesarka watches KnY #Chesarka watches Furuba #Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari

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feelingsdusk-writes · 6 years ago

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About that horrible period of time right after a vacation

(Art by the awesome @hd-hale ❤❤❤)

Prompted by @riceycloveed: DID I HEAR PROMPTS althoughofcoursejustifyouwantto something about a Steter - Spideypool AU???

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“You need to take a vacation.”

“Auntie…“

“No, listen to me, kiddo. You’re running yourself ragged. How many pounds have you lost this last month?”

“I-I…“

“Look, this is New York, raise a manhole and twenty heroes will crawl out like cockroaches…”

“I resent the analogy.“

“… so I’m sure the world won’t burn if you take a measly week long vacation, yes?”

“… Okay.“

“Good, because I bought you a plane ticket to Orlando.“

“What?! But work!“

“Nonsense, that’s the beauty of being a freelancer, you can do whatever you want.“

“B-but…”

“You’re leaving tomorrow at sunrise…“

“Auntie, you’re evil, you know I hate mornings.”

“… and I want tons of pictures of you in Danny the Otter paraphernalia, a box of those Betty Boo’s beans…”

“Bertie Botts, and it’s Harry Potter, auntie.“

“… or whatever they’re called, and a picture with every single princess of Disney World, especially Mulan. Lots of them with Mulan. And Jack Sparrow, I want a picture of you in a pirate’s hat, and bring that hat back.”

“That may be physically impossible in one week, you know?“

“But you’re going to try your best, yes?"

“Yes, auntie.“

“Good. Love you, kiddo.“

“Love you too.“

“And that way I’ll have time to fix all those costumes you’ve ripped…”

“Not a costume.“

”… because you break them faster than I can fix them. I have to find a way to reinforce the groin and the bum…“

“Auntieeee.”

“Don’t mind my ramblings, kiddo, and go prepare your luggage. Remember, no costume and no climbing into places, you’re in vacation.“

“Not a costume!”

And to Orlando goes Stiles, to beat his feet into a pulp walking through Disney World, the Universal’s Islands of Adventure, and the Discovery Cove.

And if he cheats a little and uses his powers to climb to the top of each castle he finds, auntie will never… Who is he kidding? Of course she’ll know, because Stiles tells her everything.

He takes a lot of pictures, he visits as many places as humanly possible and he eats double his weight in food and sweets. And he steals Jack Sparrow’s hat.

And the world does burn in his absence.

“You’re such a over-dramatic child.“

“How could this happen, auntie?! I’m gone seven days (not even that!) and some impostor appears and starts chopping the heads off of the Argent mafia?“

In the front page of the Daily Bugle, there’s a badly taken picture of a red and black spandex clad guy in the middle of a sea of corpses with the headline Spiderman loses it!

—

“Rest is for the puny, Weaklinski! You shouldn’t have taken time off!“ Jackson crows at him the moment he spots him.

“How sad that you have the finest camera on the market and this is the best you can offer, Jackass,” he snarks back, waving the newspaper at him.

“Jealous much?“ he sneers.

“Seeing the entire package?” He gives him a disdainful but brief once-over as he passes him and snorts. “You wish.”

“Fuck you!“

“Think about that much? I wouldn’t hold my breath, Jackass.”

When Jackson’s only answer is a furious finger, Stiles gleefully adds another victory (Stiles ∞+1, Jackson 0) into the tally. He crosses the entire room until he reaches the boss’ office and knocks.

Hope is the last thing you lose, but just as he expected, talking to him is an exercise in frustration and completely pointless.

“But it’s not Spiderman, Coach! It’s not even the same suit!“

“So what if he changed his costume from blue to black! Maybe he felt that he looked fat in blue, maybe he thinks he looks more badass in black? Who cares about that? We care that he killed thirty upstanding citizens, members of the respectable Argent family…“

“Also secretly known as the New York mafia,“ Stiles can’t help but to interject.

“…and that means he’s a fucking menace like I said from the start! And that's what’s going to shoot our sale numbers through the roof.”

“Look, Coach, he doesn’t even use webs and he has two katanas. Spiderman doesn’t have katanas! Much less kills people with them!“

“All psychopaths progress like that, Bilinski! It’s obvious that he now enjoys a more hands-on approach and that he needs to bathe in the blood of his enemies to feel good. He needs to be caught and stopped.”

“But…“

“Bilinski,” Bobby Finstock cuts in,“ this is what happens when you leave for a week. You lose track of what’s happening and things change. Adapt or die. Now get out of my office.” And then he blows the whistle that normally hangs around his neck. “Chop, chop!”

“But…“

He blows it again.

“Coach!”

And again.

“Would you let me talk?!”

The man takes a deep breath and then proceeds to blow the whistle until he runs out of air and his face reddens with the effort.

“OKAY.“

Stiles hates, hates, hates, hates, Bobby Finstock.

Especially since he spends an entire night taking pictures to bring them back to him as a proof and he still won’t bulge.

“But the suit…“

“So he changed his mind again, big deal. His fashion sense still sucks, it’s still spandex.”

“I don’t think…”

“You wear plaid all the time, your opinion doesn’t count,“ Finstock cuts in dismissively. “But we’re not a fashion magazine, Bilinski, so unless you catch him in his birth suit and we can use that as a proof of misconduct or public indecency or whatever, I don’t care what he wears. Now get out and don’t come back until you bring me something useful.”

Stiles grits his teeth frustrated as he exits the office, grumbling under his breath about climbing walls in jeans against spandex. It’s now obvious that ending with this nonsense is not going to be as simple as he thought.

He’s going hunting.

—

Two weeks of scouring the city for psycho guy later, he’s about to climb the walls with frustration… no, he’s already doing that (pun totally not intended) because said frustration is off the roof by now.

Nada, nothing, niente, niets, rien.

No sightings at all, no hide nor hair to be seen, because the guy has been completely M.I.A. ever since the stunt that got him the front page.

Time to pull out the big guns…

(He knows what he wants, after all… and the Argent Benefit Gala is coming up.)

… and to dust off his tuxedo.

(Er, which he doesn’t have.)

(But he’ll worry about that after he gets himself a spot as an official inside photographer for the event.)

—

Stiles gets himself a spot.

(He has to play dirty and put laxatives on Jackson’s food, but sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good.)

(Serves him right. Jackson taunted him for days about wanting to cover a fashion event (which isn’t actually accurate, since it’s first and foremost a benefit) before realizing that as an inside photographer he would get in touch with a lot of important people, and then he wanted the spot. Which he got, because he bribed Coach with a new coffee machine.)

(Stiles made sure to toast him with his Starbucks coffee as he run past him… all those six times… in less than one hour.)

(He may or may not have overdone it with the laxatives.)

(But just a little.)

(Okay, he’ll admit that putting them in his drink too was vengeful at best.)

He rents a tux and suffers through an hour and a half of red carpet in the freezing cold until he finally gets to go inside. Add to that four hours of snotty people asking him for drinks and canapés (seriously, he has a camera, in his hands, right in front of them) or rich brats wanting him to take pictures of them making the victory sign. Super. Lovely night. Would do it again.

Not.

And all for nothing, because psycho guy doesn’t show up.

Well, not for nothing exactly.

It goes like this.

1)At about two hours into the event, Stiles decides to go outside and take a breath, because the room is starting to get stuffy and if the decrepit lady with the arachnid brooch (irony of ironies) pinches his ass once more as he asks him for another flute of champagne, he’s not going to be responsible for his actions.

2)So there he is, an innocent bystander, breathing in the cool night air and fiddling with his camera, when he looks downwards… and catches the Argent princess trying to elope with one of the waiters of the event. They stand there looking like deers under the headlights before they catch sight of his camera and panic starts to fill their features. Stiles sighs, gives them two thumbs up in the name of forbidden love, and pointedly turns his back on them. He hears a happily whispered thanks after an incredulous minute and thinks the matter closed.

(It’s not.)

3)Three hours into the event, and three more butt pinches (seriously, the only thing left for him to evade the lady is to hide under the table, how does she keep finding him?), his arachnid senses start tingling like mad. Finally, he thinks as he goes outside and suits up. He locates where the problem is… and nope, no psycho guy. Apparently, Princess and Crooked-jaw-guy have been caught and the rest of the family isn’t happy.

Like holding under gun point kind of not happy.

“Oh my God, it was you! How could you, aunt Kate? How could you kill dad and mom?” Princess cries, big fat tears sliding down her face while Crooked-jaw-guy holds her with a valiant expression.

Bad, bad, stupid move, Stiles thinks, never admit to knowing something like that, especially under gun point.

“You shouldn’t have admitted knowing that, dear,“ a lady in an admittedly spectacular dress sighs dramatically, while a grandpa guy just sighs long-suffering.

His words exactly.

“Take care of them,“ says Grandpa ominously. “And make sure it looks like he did this too.”

So Stiles, seeing where the situation is going, intervenes. He saves the lovebirds and relishes in leaving the rest of the people in the room stuck to the walls after they push him into the pool. And as he waves to the kids good bye with a cheeky remark about enjoying Mexico, he thinks the matter closed. Again.

(It’s not.)

(Again.)

4)He goes home.

5)He wakes up with the mother of all colds clogging his sinuses and to the headline Spiderman kidnaps Argent heiress during benefit gala!

Stiles groans and, directly after, he lets out three sneezes in chain.

“Oh, dear,“ auntie sighs. “I’m going to make some chicken soup for you, kiddo.”

“Thanks, auntie,“ Stiles rasps before letting his head fall into the pillow.

He needs to find psycho guy pronto.

—

Ironically, it’s not him who finds psycho guy, but psycho guy who finds him instead.

Sort of.

He’s searching the city again, not recovered at all from his cold and having to pull his mask up every ten minutes or so to sneeze… and he’s had a couple of close calls about that, so he’s not a happy camper, that’s for sure.

He’s passing beside a skyscraper when one of the windows from a level above bursts noisily and out comes flying a body. He hears a shouted Taxi! before that same body lands on him and holds onto him like a limpet. It takes Stiles three floors of free falling before he recovers enough to shoot a web to pull himself forward and into the rooftop of the nearest building. When silenced fire starts to rain on him, he makes the effort of pulling his piggybacking charge almost eight streets further.

Stiles gapes when he finally comes face to face with his passenger.

“Well that’s what I call a timely intervention. You certainly have a gift, my spandex clad friend.“

“You.”

“Me?“

“You!“

“Yes, we’ve established that already.”

Stiles takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself. This is not him, he’s Spiderman, he’s cool and sarcastic and all around badass. He has this. Okay.

“And who exactly are you?“

“Deadpool?”

“Charming name.”

Okay, he has a name, that’s good. Now he needs a picture of them together and that’s it, problem solved.

“Wait a moment,“ Deadpool says tapping his fist against his palm with a sudden realization, “I know you! You are…”

“Of course you…“

“… the guy that’s been taking all the credit for my hard work! What was…”

“… do. Say what?“

“… the name? Antman?“ He gives him a once-over. “Antboy? No, Blackwidowboy? Arachnidboy?”

Stiles makes to talk but has to turn to a side to pull up his mask to let out three sneezes in chain. Of all the indignities, he accidentally presses the mechanism and a web shoots out.

“Eh, Arachnidboy, you may want to…” says Deadpool making a wiping gesture.

Stiles sees red.

“It’s Spiderman, you motherfucker!“

Even years later, Stiles won’t know how it happened. One minute he’s shooting a web in anger, the next another gets stuck in Deadpool’s katanas… long story short, he accidentally decapitates the man before propelling him out of the rooftop and down to the ground bellow.

He stays there in shock for a couple of seconds before jumping to where the man’s body is.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,“ he repeats continuously as he looks at the broken body and then forces himself to look for the head.

“You’re giving me a headache,” it says and then, after he shrieks and shoots for the rooftop again, it snickers and adds. “Ah, that never gets old.”

“What the?“ he mutters as he approaches him carefully. One hand is making awkward grabby motions in the direction of the head and Stiles swallows before making a decision. He grabs the head carefully to place it on the hands of the rapidly healing body.

“I gather by your reaction that this wasn’t your intended result,“ Deadpool lilts from his own lap. “Do you mind?”

“Ah, yeah,“ Stiles nods and reaches to right the leg in the correct position.

“Much better,” he sighs as and audible snap reaches Stiles’ ears. “So, I know I can be irritating and all that, but I’m sensing a deeper reason for all this anger?“

“You’re asking me that after I chopped your head off?“ he asks incredulously and a hand gives him a wobbly thumbs up, the wrist obviously broken.

“Well, you did give me a free ride and got me out of a sticky situation… literally, all that congealing blood…“

“That’s gross.”

“Exactly.“

“I didn’t mean… forget it,” Stiles sighs, suddenly exhausted. “And this happens a lot to you?”

“What can I say? Trouble likes to play Hide and Seek with me. And I tend to lose a lot. Embarrassing, I know.”

“Why do I get the feeling that don’t try very hard to hide… or at all?“

Deadpool blinks, then proceeds to place his head upon his shoulders, holding it there with both hands, and to grin at him.

“Do you want some tacos?“

“What.”

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Spiderman allies himself with new threat to society, Deadpool? says the headline on the front page of the newspaper. Under it, one of the pictures he took of them, a very ambiguous one, sits.

(Apparently, when he gave that ride to him, he had just killed the rest of the Argent family, barring the princess that he hopes is by now far far away.)

“Hi there, Spidey!“ Deadpool sings as he appears out of nowhere. “I was bored and I thought of you.”

Stiles facepalms.

He’s never taking a vacation ever again.

#prompts #teen wolf fics #my writing #teen wolf #steter

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flamingmirrorbookish · 7 years ago

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82 Truths Tag

I was tagged by @i-breathe-therefore-i-read . Thanks! This is the most difficult tag I've done in my 4 years here

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, write a post with 82 truths about yourself and then tag 25 people

My Favourites:

Animal: cat (and cheetah, wildcat, serval, caracal, ocelot, jaguar, leopard, cougar, otter, ferret, and meerkat)

Colour: purple

Drink: coffee

Food: food (warm, has cheese)

Time of year: Spring

Films: I watched about 20 min of We're the Millers and gave it up after that

Book: yes, I have 1 favorite. Of course

Subject in school: English, Latin, Cultural History, and Religion – they count as 1 bc they were taught by the same teacher. Who I liked a lot

Flower: lily

Fruit: mango

About Me:

I'm very impatient

I'm allergic to onions

I'm not a sports person but I'm good at orienteering

I can't wear necklaces or anything around my neck (tied to the fear of not getting air)

I get peopled out pretty quickly. If I withdraw and let our conversation drop, remember that it's never you and always me. I'm a loser

I'm a smart-ass. A joke, some snark, an eye-roll are a given

there are about 15 fleece blankets in my home (they're very elusive and I get a different number every time I count). I don't collect them... they've decided to gather here. Plus I'm always cold so... it works out well

English is not my first language so please forgive me the mistakes I make

10...

Most recent:

Phone call: my mother

Text: also her

Food: a pizza pastry thing

Drink: coffee

Book: Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi

Purchase: the sequel of that book

Song I listened to: I don’t remember

Reason to be excited: I don't even remember what getting excited feels like

TV show: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Obsession: the Chaos Walking movie

Memories:

Happiest: someone's St. Bernard had puppies and I got to play with them

Saddest: it's been 3 years since that happened

Strangest: I can't think of anything, sorry

Scariest: seeing a family member in ICU

Funniest: I don't like to deal with deliverymen. So, when one called, I said I wasn't home and couldn't let him in. He said he'd leave my package in the post-office. I hung up. It took a few minutes before I realised he'd called the house phone

Exciting: when my friend had a baby. I kept staring at my phone, waiting for news, for 25 hours

Proudest: graduating university

Boring: my surgery got delayed and I had to wait 6 hours in the hospital with no WiFi, no book, no crossword-puzzle, no nothing. I just sat in one place for half a day

Biggest Fears

losing a family member

my health getting really bad with me being trapped in here

snakes

height or depth or something I can't put in words

not being able to breathe

Excited for in Life:

my sister getting a driver's license (or nervous but don't tell her that)

(hopefully) getting new physical books from Bookdepository soon

(immediate future) I SHOULD get a poster I really want any day now if something didn't go wrong with the order

my mother's birthday is coming and she always gets lots of flowers and candy. You know what this means – props for book photos!

Autumn (colorful leaves and chestnuts)

I am always…

tired

grumpy

looking at real estate ads for some reason

doing pointless research

watching Vampire Diaries on Netlix

reading

taking photos of my books

deleting comments I make

writing reviews in my head I'll never put on paper

daydreaming about a different life

I wish I was, and I eventually will be…

warm (not a popsicle with sweaty palms but actually warm inside rather than on the surface)

pain-free

calm

Favourite Things about Myself:

yes

maybe

watermelon

blue

I'm not trying to be funny I really don't like myself

Finally, my blog…

keeps me sane

has brought great people into my life

is a good distraction

Do it if you dare

#tag game

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nevertobeships · 7 years ago

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20 Questions, 20 People

1.) Name: Jessica

2.) Nickname: Jess, Jessi (usually only to fam though), JC, Pumpkin, and my students like to just shout my last name at me for some reason

3.) Zodiac sign: Aquarius

4.) Height: 5'9″

5.) Nationality: American with British and Russian roots

6.) Orientation: Bisexual

7.) Favorite fruit: Pineapple and grapes

8.) Favorite season: Fall

9.) Favorite book: Harry Potter, Jurassic Park, The Historian, Count of Monte Cristo, The Stranger, anything by Tess Gerritsen, like seriously there are too many

10.) Favorite color: Green

11.) Favorite animal: Orca whales, elephants, otters, and cats!!!!!

12) Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate: I drink like a gallon of iced tea a day (I’m from the south what can I say). But its not that sweet sweet southern iced tea - thats just too much

13.) Favorite scent: Rain in the woods, the leaves candle from Bath and Body Works, and my perfume (Halloween)

14.) Favorite flower: Orchids

15.) Favorite fictional characters: Lena Luthor, Maura Isles, Hermione Granger, Claire Underwood, Wonder Woman (duh!!!)

16.) Hours spent sleeping: 6-7 when I actually sleep. When is the key word there

17.) Blanket number: 1. I am like the sun. If you are cold, just come snuggle and you won’t be cold anymore.

18.) Follower number: Too many for my shitty ass blog and fanfiction writing

19.) Blog created in: For this blog it was 2013 but I had one before that that I lost the password to and just gave up on

20.) Fun factoid: I’m pretty good at a lot of things but not great at any one thing. I’m a jack-of-all-trades kind of person

Tag 20 people: So I’ve seen this a lot on my dash so I suspect that most people I usually tag have already been tagged. So if you’d like to do this then feel free!!!!!

#me

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phantom-sniper · 6 years ago

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I would like to thank @do-you-have-a-taco-for-me for tagging me.

Name: Rylie or dumb-ass binch

Height: 5'7⅞

Languages:all of them provided I have my phone

Fav fruit: you

Coffee tea or hot chocolate: neither

DR. PEPPER OR DEATH!

Favorite Season: Winter

Fav flower: Roses, Tulips, orchids, and lotuses.

Fav scent: whatever you smell like *finger guns*

Fav color: Spectrums of red, blue, orange, yellow

Fav animal: otters, some birbs,

Dog or cat person: CATS! dogs are cute but like at a distance ya feel

Fav fictional characters: all of them, like from the countless fandoms I'm part of.

Avg hours of slep: what to heck is that?

# of blankets ya sleep with: one, two on cold days

Dream trip: Road trip up the west coast.

Blog est.: 2014

Follower count: 1000+

Random facts: (they're like 90% true)

1. I live in CA. Its pretty swish.

2. Ranked Admiral in the British Navy

3. General fan of sweets

4. Wears a bunch of flannel

5. Has chocolate hidden in various places around my house

6. Has an office on the moon, feel free to send me stuff, 100 Charming Ave, Moon

7. Enjoys getting sent gifts from followers, so go right ahead

8. Is writing a story rn

9. Friends with a ghost lady, she's really nice

10. Attends 3 fancy parties per day

Do this if you want

@waka-flaka-glauca @the-deadly-avocado @rose-queer @d0ll0r @likeastream @wrongleverkronk @wilvarin-chan

@dinosaursattheprom

Get to know your local Izzy

I was tagged by @takethlstourgrave (Thank you ilysm I feel honored to be noticed haha)

RULES: answer the questions and tag 15-20 followers you would like to get to know better.

NAME - Izzy

ZODIAC SIGN - Leo

HEIGHT - 5'3″

LANGUAGES SPOKEN - English and like a bit of spanish. I took 2 years of it but that was also Rosetta stone so ya know

NATIONALITY - Born in the U.S

ORIENTATION - Straight,,

FAVORITE FRUIT - Tomato because I’m edgy (jk probably mango)

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE - Tea but like iced tea not so much hot tea. I can tolerate coffee sometimes but usually I’m like bleh. Hot chocolate is like bomb tho

FAVORITE SEASONS - Summer

FAVORITE FLOWERS - Sunflowers

FAVORITE SCENTS - Rain, a candle from target called Island Moonlight, cat (okay like no one gets it but me but have you ever had a clean cat lay across your face and it smells nice?? no? just me being weird? okay.)

FAVORITE COLORS - PURPLE

FAVORITE ANIMAL - Ahhhhh i love them all but otters are one of my absolute favorites

DOG OR CAT PERSON - I can’t choose so I’ll say both?? I do have a dog but then again she doesn’t act like a dog

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER - Don’t make me choose pls but right now I’m thirsting over Julian Devorak from The Arcana

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP - I think about 6-8 on a good night? I also tend to take naps if I have nothing going on. I’m still constantly tired though lmao

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH - Only one but I like to have HELLA pillows. Like ideally my blanket to pillow ratio would be 1:7 but usually its like 1:3

DREAM TRIP - Aw jeez anywhere with friends? Like literally if I’m with my friends I’m more then happy for like just a Hilo trip. One place I’ve always wanted to visit though would probably be anywhere in Japan. I watch a lot of food videos about Japanese food and would want to just like take a food tour lol

BLOG ESTABLISHED - I started this blog on Halloween of 2012 I think? This is also my original url (don’t ask me why it’s this, I was going through my XD rAwR phase) and while it’s always been just a personal blog my first interest was the Lorax fandom. I think I only changed my url once and that was for like a month, maybe for Christmas?? I have 2 sideblogs (I’ll share them if people want but they’re not interesting lol), a blog I made and forgot about years ago, and a private account that is just for my eyes

FOLLOWER COUNT - 423 (if like 3 of you are sick of me and wanna unfollow I would totally understand and definitely not giggle because of the weed number)

RANDOM FACTS -

1. I live in Hawaii, on the island that is currently exploding. I’m on the other side of the island so I’m fine but like the vog is killing me

2. I do teen court, which is a restorative justice program so that teens that are arrested for the first time with a misdemeanor charge can be sentenced by a jury of their peers rather then having a juvenile record and going through family court. I usually have the role of case presenter or the state/defense attorney, and I recently went to Provincetown for a training/conference. I was the defense attorney for a case reenactment that we did in front of about 100 people, and apparently everyone liked it!

3. I (kinda) have a dog named Kea. She’s a husky-collie mix and I didn’t realize this until recently but she’s like 8!!! But she acts like a damn puppy!!! She’s a giant diva and honestly is more human than dog. If anyone wants pictures/videos of her can either add me on snapchat (nudge819, anyone can add but just know that you will see dog one way or another) or I can post pictures of her on here randomly

4. Most adults in my life are like “Oh Izzy would never do anything bad she’s the sweetest” but my friends know that I am a Trash Gremlin. Like I was at school and called my friend an idiot and our head teacher was walking by and everyone was like “Mrs. White did you hear that???” and she was just like “Izzy said that? Nah I don’t believe it. Michael you should apologize.” I nearly died laughing once she left

5. My favorite snack food is probably goldfish crackers. Like I bought a 30 ounce container of the rainbow ones (back to school sales woo) and it’ll probably sustain me for a few days

6. The one game I play on a regular basis is Slime Rancher, and I love it so much. I’m probably going to go play it after I’m done with this post

7. I don’t like makeup. It’s not because I have anything against it (I love appreciating peoples makeup and watching people do it) but I just am not good and don’t see a reason to do it to myself often enough to warrant getting good at it

8. I love music. I’m trying to widen my horizons and listen to different kinds but my all time faves will always be Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco

9. I like cooking!!! I really like to cook but I don’t feel confident enough to do it as a job or to do it in front of or for people who are chefs. My favorite thing that I’ve made so far is probably homemade eggs benedict with handmade hollandaise (rip my arm that mother’s day but it was worth)

10. I like to play Animal Crossing New Leaf on the Nintendo 3DS, so if anyone else plays it I’d be more then happy to be friends! None of my irl friends play it so just someone to hang with would be gr9

Oof okay that took a long time if you made it this far thank you so much. I’m not sure who to tag so I’ll just pick people who are in my feed a lot, I hope you don’t mind don’t feel pressured aha: @phantom-sniper @dammitjer @romeoswimming @halfricanloveyou @gracefulsarcasm @freelancer-kentucky @meentl @applepiedeanna @ricketyrekt @bagel-bird @assassinwalrus @luster-pixie @carlosfuckingchrist @yellowfangofstarclan @nekomimilover and @scented-candle-of-death and if anyone else wants to do it please feel free! I’d love to learn about my followers and why the heck they’re even interested in my dumbness lol. If you’re reading this I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

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flabofsteel · 8 years ago

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Dallas Zoo Date

Valentine's Day came and went for us. We were both working, and eventually saw each other at night for a special romantic Pizza Hut dinner (ha) and a movie we rent that I fell asleep through about 20 minutes in (I'm like 1.5 days into being sick at this point). We wake up on the 15th (still sick with some kind of cold that's being a complete ass) and we take our time to actually get out of bed. It's a lazy morning for us, but when we eventually got up we were dressed and fed in under thirty minutes. We had discussed going to the Dallas Zoo for our makeup "Valentine's Day" date on the 15th a week before, and agreed it would be something different and fun to do. Robert had never been, and I hadn't been in maybe two or three years. Let me just start off by saying that the Dallas Zoo is a lot more active, family-friendly, and overall a lot more fun than the Fort Worth Zoo. There really is no comparison anymore, and I know we'll be going to the Dallas Zoo a lot more in our future.

The Dallas Zoo has two set ticket seasons, and luckily we are in the season where the tickets are cheap (at $7 which is $7 less than the Fort Worth Zoo). Dallas Zoo parking is also $8 which is $3 bucks more than the Fort Worth Zoo, but at the time we got there (about an hour after they had opened) not many people were there. We got to park right up at the front gate.

Now this trip for us was going to be different because Robert's dad, Robert (yes yes, both named Robert), told my Robert to bring a camera for me this time. For whatever reason I might have the gift of a god photography running in my veins. So I got suited up with a Canon 70D! The first animals we came across were the Lemurs and they were all out and about sunbathing, and it made a great way to test out the camera and get it focused/shoot ready/understandable. After the Lemurs we somehow managed to find the kids section (ha, who would've thought with me in charge) and we went into a bird cage area thingy where you could feed the parrots. We'll we didn't feed them, but we did get some fantastic shots with our cameras and our camera phones.

Robert apparently has a thing for birds. Here are only a few examples of what I've talking about...

I'm telling y'all he loves birds.

He asked me last night what type of parrot (the green one) we held at the Zoo today. Then we went onto Google to look at the lifespan of said parrots. I swear to god if I come home to a parrot one day I'm going to get a cat, and that cat will be a bird parrot hunter.

After we moved on from the birds we saw a 20 pounds bunny, two baby cows, a large koi fish pond, some goats, a sheep, and some duckies. Why are the kids sections always better?

(This is me trying to be a real photographer in the kids section.. looking at ducks)\

MOVING ON...

We eventually got out of the kids section, and found the otters, birds of prey, large mammals, an ant eater, and you guessed it - MORE PARROTS!

^ naked mole rats^

After I convinced Robert to stop taking more pictures (he took like 800 photos on this date) we headed over to the other side of the zoo called Wilds of Africa. Wilds of Africa host the penguins, lions, cheetahs, elephants, giraffes, zebras, fucking evil birds ostriches, gorillas, chimpanzees, etc.

I think we came out on a good day because most animals were out AND actually active. They weren't really pacing back and forth like you see at the Fort Worth Zoo. Now I will say the momma elephant and baby weren't out on display but that didn't really dampen our spirits. To be honest I didn't really know they had a new baby elephant so it kinda just worked out on it's own.

I think the thing I looked forward to the most at this zoo was being able to feed the Giraffes and I actually got to feed them this time! *insert high pitch girl squeal* It was fantastic. Robert said I fed the Giraffes to fast since he wasn't able to get any good photos, but they were obviously hungry and I was doing my civil duty of feeding these big babies.

Robert had a strange connection with the oldest Giraffe that was in the feeding ring they had at the zoo. I mean the Giraffe came up to him after our feeding session and let him touch his nose AND we weren't even at the feeding station anymore. We were on a bridge to go view other animals. Robert is officially the Giraffe whisperer because he spent a good ten minutes with the older Giraffe.

The old man Giraffe was very sweet though, and he was so handsome.

We eventually made it out of the Giants of the Savannah exhibit and made our way over to the monkeys, alligators/crocodiles, meerkats, and of course more birds. We didn't really see very many monkeys or Gorillas and when we finally found the Gorillas two makes were having a space dominance yard fight, and at least gave us a little bit of a show.

Other than that we finished up the zoo by walking by their new construction project that's going to feature Hippos and we decided that we'd come back for that. It looks like the new exhibit is going to be HUGE and full of a lot of new things to see/do,

We had a fantastic time, and we both agreed that we'd be back in the future to see the animals again. Also I just want to note that most of the animals/exhibits had signs on them stating that these animals were under Veterinary care at that moment so some of them weren't out on exhibit. We can't wait to go back, when the Vet isn't around, and see the animals we weren't able to this time.

#adventures #dallas zoo #animals #wild animals #zoo

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damleon24 · 8 years ago

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#3 Learning to love my body

On Sunday I met up with Madison for our first date. It included all the usual awkwardness of first dates, but she seemed shy even beyond that. I jokingly asked how I could get her to rant about something; she told me a story of her mom giving her old backpacking gear and how she went on her first trip into the Angeles National Park alone.

When she finished her story I couldn’t stand my back pain anymore. She looked down at her phone, and although the date was going well, I asked if she wanted to go because the pain made it unbearable to continue sitting.

Yesterday I had an appointment with my chiropractor. I told him about the pain I’d felt on the date and he said, “You have to understand that you’re 23 with the back of a 50 year old. Everything is going to start hurting.”

In the first month of 7th grade P.E., my teacher, Mr. Monroe, called the boys into his office one by one to check us for scoliosis. I walked into the cold ass gray room, took my shirt off, bent over to touch my toes, and he made a passing comment about how it was minor. I put my shirt back on and walked out to join the other boys.

Soon afterwards an orthopedist took x-rays, measured my legs, and made molds of my feet. He told mami that my feet were completely flat, my left leg was a centimeter shorter than the right, and my hips were skewed by 30°. I didn’t know why any of it was significant, but he gave me a note saying I shouldn’t be forced to run during P.E. so I considered him a friend.

A few weeks later he told me he had a gift for me. He gave me two braces made of hard white plastic that covered my feet and went up past my ankles. I said thank you because mami raised me to be polite, but I wondered what kind of person ruined a child’s life and called it a gift.

I had to start wearing size 12 Jordans to accommodate the size of the braces. Other kids, especially an asshole named Fernando, told me I looked like a clown with big ass shoes. He pointed out the braces to other kids during P.E: “He’s so fat that his ankles need help to support his weight.”

My senior year of high school I joined a club swim team to prove to myself (and people like Fernando) that my body would not hold me back. The first moment diving into the pool always brought out a twinge of fear at the loss of sight and air, but when my mind finally settled, I looked around and saw other kids struggling to stay afloat or control their breathing. I didn’t have to wear braces to be anyone’s equal.

My sophomore year at Vassar College I returned to the swim team. I was the slowest on the men’s team, but I managed to make it through practices (and somehow was one of the fastest during running workouts). I felt out of place though. The other men on the team had stereotypically attractive white masculine bodies. They also had a penchant for shirtless parties, but I always felt uncomfortable in those spaces. I took to wearing the same pair of jeans to every swim party because they rested low on my waist and minimized the appearance of my belly and love handles.

The only other man of color was Pesanteur Dehaney. His body wasn’t the same white ideal: he was black and built like a bodybuilder. He didn’t need parties as an excuse to walk around shirtless (if anything he’s more comfortable without a shirt on). We weren’t exactly friends, but I saw him as an older brother. He was constantly laughing and making an effort to include everyone, and the rest of the team loved him. If not for him I would have quit again my sophomore year (and I didn’t swim my junior year because he was gone).

Friends asked me why I spent so much time swimming if I hated the sport and team so much, and I always answered: “I’m just spending two hours trying to drown myself.”

I started weight lifting seriously after graduating from Vassar because I wanted to look like Pesanteur. That summer I bulked up to 170 and squatted 260 pounds. Every time I ran into someone from high school they commented on how they didn’t even recognize me anymore. It made me wonder what exactly they meant when I looked exactly the same as I had in high school.

I kept pushing and eventually tried to lift a 315 pound deadlift. I got the weight up, but within an hour my back felt tight. By the end of the day I couldn’t even move because of the pain. I skipped work the next day because I started crying just trying to get out of bed.

My doctor, a bald muscular man, said I shouldn’t squat or deadlift anymore if I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair by the time I was 30. I kept lifting even after that injury, but focused on slowly feeling out my body’s limitations.

Mami told me to stop working out, that I was already getting too big. Since those first days of wearing braces and being left behind by other kids, I have dreamt of flying. I see the California mountains from above the clouds, travel down Highway 101 and then the 10 until I reach El Paso, and watch American cities give way to Mexican pueblos and dreams of greatness.

I’ve always thought of greatness as a body that others would look upon positively, but I’m learning that my own love for it is much more important.

Papi and my sister, Michelle, agree with mami about my weight. They both point out my recent weight gain every chance they get. Michelle in particular knows how much I have been eating and working out to try to bulk up, and she calls me “fatty” everytime I see her.

Last week I took her to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. We walked around hand in hand and quickly moved from exhibit to exhibit. We pointed at the fat faced fish, tried to entertain sharks, and shared pictures of cute otters. We didn’t get to finish seeing every exhibit because I couldn’t walk or stand anymore. I have never felt more limited by my body than when my 12 year old sister told me, “I know. Your back hurts. We can go.”

Despite all her mocking, Michelle knows that my body has limitations and she’s understanding of them. I’ve taken the negative feelings from people like Fernando in my childhood, my teammates in college, and now my family as justification for how hard I push my body; but I’ve never accepted the compliments or small moments of love.

I’m at a point now where it hurts to sit at my computer typing, and I need to start valuing the small victories with my body as heavily as the challenges.

I have never truly loved my body, but it starts with accepting that I’m differently abled and need to treat myself with more patience and love.

#52essays2017 #essay #essay writing #chicanx #differently abled #body positive #bodybuilding

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