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honeyapplepi · 4 years ago

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The Fall of L’Manberg pt.3

warning: angst, swearing, violence, descriptions of injury, this one is a lot more lighthearted and is mostly just to put an end to the story, not proofread

Dream SMP realistic au

a/n (I put another one at the end so read that too): This took a lot longer than i initially planned, but I just couldn’t find the inspiration to write, but here it is. This does contain the headcannon that Techno is Phil’s son which is not cannon. Also sorry this is mostly dialogue, but hey character development yk.

(PLATONIC) Dream SMP x gn!reader

masterlist | part one | part two

You felt the wind against your body as it fell through the air. You were convinced this was the end, but were quickly proven wrong when your back hit the hard rocks of the ground beneath you. Looking back up at the place you fell, it was only a few feet above you, but while you fell it felt like a long drop to your death.

You felt a sting in your arm, but you were more worried about getting up. Once you stood, you looked around. You were deep in a trench and soon enough more TNT would come falling down. You needed to get out there quick.

You looked around looking for your bow and sword. Your sword was fine, but your bow laid crushed in the spot you fell to. It was still in one peice it was just broken in the handle.

“So, that’s what broke my fall,” you muttered quietly.

You looked around again before seeing a part of the rock you could climb. You quickly ran to it before started to climb up the rock. Once you were up and back onto the, for now, safe parts of the ground you gripped your sword.

Mostly everyone was gone. The battle had ended pretty quick especially when TNT was falling from the sky. Finally taking a moment you looked at your arm and noticed the bloody gash that was in your arm. Ripping apart your sleeve you wrapped it around your arm and tightened it. Once you were back in your village you could get it properly treated.

Finally, realizing it was time to go home you started to wonder which way you would take. No matter what it was a long ways away, but it was either through the nether or across the water. You didn’t have a boat or wood so nether it is.

You began walking towards where the community house was. You made sure to be careful not to fall again. Once you reached the portal you noticed Technoblade and Phil standing there.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted as you reached where they were standing. You were about to walk past them and i it the portal when Phil stopped you.

“Are you okay? you’re bleeding like badly,” Phil said revering to your makeshift bandage that was stained red.

“I’m fine. Look at him, he’s got blood all over him,” you said looking towards Technoblade.

“Not mine,” Technoblade said. “Maybe you should come with us, I can help patch you up,” Phil said.

“Nahh, i’m sure she’s fine, Phil,” Technoblade said not really wanting to house one of his enemies.

“Yeah, I’m good. There’s a doctor in my village i’ll be fine,” you said about to step through the portal.

“No way your village is way too far. Techno and I’s home is closer,” Phil insisted.

“why do you know where my village is?,” You asked knowing the only people who had ever been were Technoblade and Dream.

“Techno told me,” Phil answered.

“Awww, Technoblade. Are you talking about me to your dad,” you said mockingly with a smile on your face.

“I just complained about the long journey,” Technoblade answered.

“It’s settled. Y/N, you’re coming with us,” Phil said.

Now you were sitting in a chair in Technoblade and Phil’s kitchen with your arm on the table. Phil was cleaning up your cut while Technoblade stood in the corner watching you.

“Didn’t your father ever tell you it’s rude to stare,” you said looking towards the piglin.

“I’m making sure you don’t do anything,” Technoblade said continuing to keep his eyes on you. Phil grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around your arm.

“There, all set!,” Phil said. You stood up and grabbed your sword and bag of arrows.

“Then i’ll be on my way. Thank you, phil,” You said ready to leave, but not before being stopped by Phil again.

“No way, It’s late. You can stay the night and then you can leave after breakfast tomorrow,” Phil said. You’d don’t even have a chance to say no before Phil was leading you to an extra bed they had despite Technoblade’s complaints.

You had been trying to fall asleep now for the past hour and a half, but you just couldn’t. Your thoughts were too preoccupied with what had happened earlier.

Picking yourself up from the bed you quietly tiptoed downstairs and out the home. It was cold out, but you lived in a village that, although didn’t snow, did get pretty cold during the winter, so you weren’t to bothered by the weather. Plus you had put on an extra layer of clothing, so you wouldn’t freeze to death.

Sitting on Technoblade’s front steps, you placed your head on your hand. You wanted to apologize to Quackity, truly, after what happened. Seeing Quackity, and thinking back to everything that happened in a clear mindset you started to what you had done wrong. Though you had no idea how you would.

Not long after you came out, you heard the door behind you open. You looked behind you thinking if it were anyone it was Phil, but were surprised to see the 6′2 piglin man standing behind you.

“Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep,” you said turning back to look at the snowy plains.

“Haha, very funny. What are you doing out here?,” Technoblade asked walking down the wooden steps.

“Concerned are we?,” you said mockingly looking at Technoblade as he struggled to sit on the step right behind you. You looked towards Technoblade waiting for a witty response, but were met by nothing.

“This isn’t as fun if you’re just gonna sit and mope around while I make fun of you,” you said frowning.

“Shut up,” Technoblade rolled his eyes.

“”shut up” okay what’s wrong?,” you asked completely directing your attention to the man behind you.

“And you care because..?,” Technoblade said setting his eyes on the cobblestone tower which stood a good walk away.

“Surprisingly, undue to popular belief, I’m actually a decent person,” you said being as genuine as you could with someone who you recognized as an enemy.

“You’re a tyrannical maniac,” Technoblade answered sharply.

“Was. Was a tyrannical maniac. Is it about that tower ‘cause no offense it kind of ugly, and aren’t you supposed to be hiding,” you said looking at the cobblestone tower.

“Tommy built that tower,” Technoblade answered.

“Oh,” you muttered. It didn’t take too much brain power to dissect the situation. Tommy was Technoblade’s brother and today Tommy was fighting for L’Manberg not against. “I’ve been there. Familial betrayal I mean, and I learned a while ago sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water,” you said.

“Was there a moral to that statement or..?”,” Technoblade said clearly trying diffuse the awkwardness that was the situation. It was obvious neither you or Technoblade were good at comforting or talking about how you feel.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that,” you said looking at him.

“Also, it’s freezing can we go inside or do you wanna mope at the tower more?,” you said meaning it less as an insult and more of joking banter.

“Yeah, we can go inside,” Technoblade said.

a/n: I know that is is like really bad, but honestly I just wanted to get it done because it was stressing me out sm. So if you like hate it just imagine that it ended last chapter and Y/N died or something.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp #technoblade x reader #technoblade #quackity x reader #quackity #dream #philza #tommyinit mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt

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sunmaylight · 4 years ago

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TGCF Book 3 Reaction pt. 6 - We are going to Mt. Tonglu!

hahaha. So, funny thing. I got impatient and just breezed though the last two books and consumed all of the post-canon content I could find. But, even though I have finished TGCF, that doesn’t mean I didn’t leave notes that I want in big chunks like this. So I will continue working on this

Even though I read the novel, I will stay true to my notes to the best of my abilities.

Ch 138: Xie Lian remembering that he threw his meatballs like bullets without any spiritual strength, like how he went about the past 800 years

- Me: Why do people not realize that Xie Lian is buff. Buff Xie Lian art, where?

Qi Rong turns out to be a better chef than Xie Lian. Like possible House Husband material

- Me: Yo. WTF. I call hack! How did- *remembering Qi Rong’s backstory*... Okay, but how did he learn and hone his skills?

Heaven’s Eye cultivator group about to chow down on some hair when Xie Lian steps in with the pebble toss

- Me: Xie Lian saving cultivators from committing c*nn*bal*sm

Ch 139: Hua Cheng builds a little golden palace outside and then kicks it. The shady inn illusion crashes as well.

- Me: Can this get animated?

Feng Xin mentioning of an ascension acceleration method with dead babies

- Me: Wait! What if Feng Xin’s ascension is the suspicious one instead of Mu Qing

Ch 140: Xie Lian finds Guzi to be sick and dehydrated.

Mama Bear Xie Lian - Awaken

- Me: Oh shit. Xie Lian is pissed at his cousin.

Ch 141: Learning about who the father to the fetus spirit is. Learning that the fetus spirit is named Cuo Cuo. Secrets around Cuo Cuo’s birth abundant

- Me: WAIT! HE HAD S*X WITH LAN CHANG. HE F*KED?!

Xie Lian reassuring Hua Cheng, but Hua Cheng turning it around to saying that his actions are up to him. Xie Lian feels something.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng had a moment when suddenly they see someone sitting at the table making tea

- Me: No! Is it Jun Wu?

Jun Wu is pouring three cups of tea

- Me: He saw the intimate scene between the two

Red flower that slips on the edge of the flower pot is about to fall when Xie Lian caught it like it’s the most precious thing in the world

- Me: Foreshadowing???

Xie Lian basically saying that Heaven will fall if the Heavenly Emperor is dead. Xie Lian basically saying that Heaven is floating in the sky because of the Heavenly Emperor

- Me: Man, I really hope that the Heavenly Emperor doesn’t die and make Heaven crash onto the ground, only to be upheld by the power of Xie Lian and then create a parallel of that scene in book 2, or Atlus holding up the world.

Ch 143: Heaven and the Ghost Kings have a mutual beneficial relationship

Hua Cheng using this fact to exploit Heaven singing him praises for a year.

- Me: Cunning bastard. I would have asked for praises sung to me and Xie Lian if I was in his shoes

Mt. Tonglu has the Klin and both places is that one poisonous jar where the last poisonous creature that is alive after x amount of time is emerged as the victor.

- Me: Battle Royale to the death.

Xie Lian sneaks with Ghost as a Puppet Master

- Me: Oh, nice disguise

Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade says he can find if a ghost is suspicious

- Me: Okay, but what if you are the suspicious one?

Xie Lian crouches down to hid behind the 8-12 year old looking Hua Cheng

Hua Cheng as the “Puppet Master” disguise: “No one shall touch what I love except for me”

- Me: Impressive acting there

There is a cloaked figure that Hua Cheng says they are wearing a fake face

- Me: Is it Pei Ming?

Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade dies from one slash. Xie Lian making an observation that sounds like a joke

- Me: lol

Ch 14-Mt. Tonglu gate

Some ghost ladies get hurt and the cloaked stranger immediately asks: “Are my ladies alright?”

- Me: I was right. It was Pei Ming

Pei Ming about to tease Hua Cheng when Ruoye whips out to hit Pei Ming

- Me: I don’t know if that was all Ruoye or influence from Mt. Tonglue, but go Ruoye.

Pei Ming’s mysterious candy he got to disguise his spiritual powers is revealed to be shady candy made form Ghost City. Consuming the candy is the equivalent to rubbing skunk spray all over yourself.

- lol

E-Ming has been affected like Hua Cheng. It is now a small sword

- me: Cute

Pei Ming can sense the atmosphere around Hua Cheng and Xie Lian

The Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade turns out to be alive still. Both halves are moving freely

- Me: It’s still alive. how?!

Pei Ming is revealed to be the “General Who Snapped His Sword”

- Me: *Four Tales of Heaven Background Understanding Update*

Wine: 100% Understanding & Truth of Creation

Flower Crown: 100 50% Understanding of Creation & History -Second Ascension & Third Ascension are Unknown-

Princess: 15% Understanding of Identity & History

Sword: 25% & Growing...Processing backstory now

A giant savage, dark skinned burly man in broken armour appears

- Me: Wait. Do I know this character?

It is revealed to be Ke-Mo

Xie Lian pulls a trick on Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade/Ming’Guang and Pei Ming saw it work. The trick was actually the most vile swear word of the Banyue kingdom that is the most disrespectful insult ever.

- Me: What did the army teach you Xie Lian?

Xie Lian calls out for Banyue & Pei Su knowing that they are not at Mt. Tonglu as a tactic to distract Ke Mo

- Me: lol. What if they actually come after Xie Lian called them.

When things start to look good, Xie Lian calls out on it. It is immediately changes into a bad thing

Tiny E-Ming grows with praises from Xie Lian.

Pei Ming does a big brain and smashes E-Ming’s hit to Xie Lian’s lips. E-Ming grows to a very long scimar

- Me: Pei Ming caught on what Xie Lian didn’t. Also E-Ming reflect’s Hua Cheng, so, affection makes E-Ming grow. Hua Cheng

As Ke Mo and Ming’Guang are abotu to beat Xie Lian and Pei Ming, Banyu and Pei Su do that badass entry of jumping down a cliff and kicking the opponents.

- Me: lol, Banyue and Pei Su actually appeared.

Banyue throws a scorpion-snake at Ke Mo fully knowing what she is doing and the 200 years of mutual dislike is behind it.

- Me: Ultimate betrayal.

Banyue: We came here with Rain Master

- Me: Wait. Rain Master is here?

Ch 148: Xie Lian thinks that if he does the same things he did to E-Ming to help him grow, it will help Hua Cheng grow

- Me: Awe. So cute.

Ke Mo vs. Banyue & Pei Su - Round 2: Banyue is too embarrassed to throw her snakes again at Ke Mo. Pei Su swoops in and yeets a basket full at Ke Mo who screams at them

- Me: For some reason I find this scene really funny.\

Xie Lian: Moves into kiss Hua Cheng. He kisses the forehead and is sad about it.

Pei Ming learns that Banyue is that Banyue while she backs away from Banyue as Pei Ming comes close to her

- Me: Oh wait. Does Pei Ming still smell of those Ghost Candies?

It is revealed that Banyue is weary of Pei Ming because of the candy scent

- Me: Lol, it was the candy

Rain Master is brought up

- Me: *random thought* Does Rain Master & Pei Ming have some history together?

Rain Master is at Mt. Tonglu because Qi Rong stole some of her farmers.

Pei Ming is revealed to be the opposing General of the Rain Master

- Me: Oh, they do have some history together.

Xie Lian & Readers learn about the ‘Tale of the General Who Snapped His Sword’

- Me: LORE!

Sword: 75% Understanding

Ch 149: Pei Ming insults Banyue for not knowing how to cook like other females

- Me: General Pei, I understand that in your time that might have been a norm. But modern times that is different.

Xie Lian says he will teach Banyue how to cook

- Me: Oh no. Someone please stop them.

Banyue is holding a pot of food

- Me: Oh shoit. Did Banyue?

Ch 150: Banyue’s chicken meal is a black mass of questionable origins

- Me: *sob* it’s over. Banyue is now added to the list. But at least she took up her cooking skills after her adopted dad.

Pei Su takes the dubious food and eats it after watching Hua Cheng try some.

- Me: RIP Pei Su

Hua Cheng telling Xie Lian about the history of Mt. Tonglu while Pei Su is dying in the background. Banyue’s cooking somehow turned into a spirit or eldrich horror

- Me: *sob* please. You two are so adorable together, but someone (Pei Su) is literally dying from food poisoning. You are like that one pool meme

Pei Ming has given up on Pei Su to hang with the oblivious couple

Xie Lian has heard of Wuyoung before from his past while training to Ascension.

- Me: Oh. Interesting.

Little Xie Lian learned how to recite the Ethic Sutras like nothing because he was a curious child about a forgotten kingdom and the Guoshi made him shut up through sutras.

- Guoshi, how are you real?

Xie Lian: Pei Su is talking weird. Is it because of the Scorpion-Snake?

Banyue: Pei Su has immunity from them

-Me: God you two are so oblivious.

Ch 151: What if Jun Wu is from Wuyoung? Nah. He has a 500 year difference from then.

- Me: *Remembers Qi Rong calling Jun Wu a faker and thinks there is some truth in those words* What if he became an immortal 500 years before his ascension and just loitered around for 500 years until he achieved ascension status.?

The group is Scooby-Doo investigation with Ace Attorney observation skills on the temples. of the Kingdom of Wuyoung to learn why it fell

- Me: intersting. I hope they find something interesting.

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Alright. Going to stop there cause the actual journey to the Klin starts and it is a long journey where there is actually more than what I commented on. Man, I just really picked and choose what to highlight while reading

#sunmay rambles #sunmay reads tgcf #sunmay reads tian guan cifu #sunmay reads hob #sunmay reads heaven official's blessing #tgcf #hob #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #tgcf spoiler #hob spoiler #book 3 spoiler #Mt. tonglu spoilers #RIP Pei Su #I hope you develop an iron stomach like Hua Cheng to eat Banyue's cooking

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kurodachimagic · 3 years ago

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Chocolate and Cherries - Chapter 1

Summary: When Adachi falls into the arms of a kind stranger his life changes for the better.

Rating: Pg 13

Tags/warnings: Fluff, getting together, au, Writer Adachi, Chef Kurosawa.

Word count: 6.2k

A/n: This story was written for the cherry magic mini bang! Thank you @hiwatari-art for inviting me to join! Had a lovely time working with you as always. Thank you to my other artist over on twitter guacagabs. The entire story is being posted right now. Thank you to @schnaf for being a great friend and beta!

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Adachi dragged his feet on the pavement as he made his way home from work. He was already too exhausted to start his writing day with the best mindset but it would have to do. He’d already skipped four days this week and if he didn’t actually sit down to work on his book, it would never be published. He let out a deep sigh and shook his head slightly.

The situation was not ideal by any means, he was not great at cooking and it was already too late to start dinner, but he definitely needed to eat something or his mind would absolutely quit on him, he knew that much.

Adachi knew he should probably get something healthier but he refused to waste even more time walking to the store, so he decided to stop by the food cart near his flat for his usual emergency menu: two tuna onigiris with mayo - along with a can of soda in the hopes that the caffeine would boost his creativity. He was not too happy about it, but he didn’t have much time to contemplate his choice because as soon as he had paid, the first few droplets of water hit his shoulders. Looking up, he felt the next few drops hit his nose and his forehead. He cursed inwardly and simply took off awkwardly running the last few blocks home, trying his best not to slip and fall, his dress shoes nothing but a hazard in this particular situation.

The building door was so close, he could see it through the pouring rain; just a few meters and he would be home. Adachi rushed, his hand extended already to grab at the door handle when his body collided with something - someone - and fell backwards. It was as if time had slowed down; he could see the face of the person he ran into frozen in shock, his eyes widening as he saw Adachi falling, while Adachi could only think about the pain this would cause him, physical, yes, but mostly emotional. He always managed to get himself in embarrassing situations and now -

His neighbour extended his hand just in time to catch Adachi’s and pulled him upright effortlessly, his expression switching from shock to a relieved smile. “Are you ok? I’m so sorry, I hadn’t seen you.”

“Thank you! I’m so sorry,” Adachi said, feeling the heat rise to his face, partly because of his clumsiness and partly because his neighbour had not let go of him yet. In fact, Adachi could have sworn that the guy was rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand. He didn’t know what to do, so he tried again. “Uh, sorry. I should’ve been more careful.”

“It’s ok, I’m glad that you didn’t get hurt.” The man seemed to suddenly remember they were standing in the pouring rain and pulled Adachi to the door. “Come, you’ll catch a cold in this weather.”

No matter how hard he thought, Adachi couldn't remember ever catching his name but he had seen this man before in the elevator and in some of the common areas. He seemed to be a bit of a recluse, much like himself.

The man opened the door and finally let go of his hand before ushering him in. “After you, Adachi.”

Adachi’s eyes widened; he didn't know how the man knew his name, but he didn’t mention it. He walked inside and called the elevator, followed closely by his saviour. Once the doors opened, he stepped in and turned around, pressing the button for the fifth floor and finally facing the man. "Thank you, again…" he trailed off.

"Kurosawa. My name is Kurosawa." He pressed the fourth-floor button.

Adachi smiled and bowed to him. "It was nice seeing you, Kurosawa. Have a good night."

The elevator dinged and Kurosawa bowed with a smile before exiting. “Good night, Adachi,” he waved.

Adachi hesitantly waved back as the elevator doors closed. Before he knew it he was one floor up, opening the door to his flat, throwing his work bag on the sofa and taking his wet clothes off with a groan before going to the bathroom.

What a day. Not only had he stayed late to finish on that project Urabe had handed to him but he also made himself look like a fool in front of his very cool neighbour, and to add insult to injury now he needed a hot shower to hopefully avoid catching a cold. He shook his head and hopped under the stream, washing himself thoroughly and letting the hot stream relax his muscles.

Feeling in a bit of a better mood, Adachi got out of the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and went about getting into a comfy set of pyjamas. He finally sat at his desk and opened the white doc of doom, checking the time and cursing as he realized it was 9 pm already. He slouched in his chair, throwing his head back with a groan. This book was going to take a million years at this rate, he really needed to prioritize his schedule, put on some good hours into it each day, especially during the weekend, he needed to -

Adachi’s stomach growled loudly, reminding him that his emergency dinner laid abandoned in its bag. He got up and stomped over to the sofa, unwrapping the onigiris and eating them without so much as a thought before returning to his spot. He promptly sat down to continue with the daily task of staring at the document while he begged his brain to type something - anything - out. But his mind had other plans though, Kurosawa’s face and gentle smile kept popping in his mind. Maybe it was because of the way he moved, how he had kept him from falling with his sharp reflexes, or maybe it was how elegant he looked even when he was soaking wet, how well his suit fitted him. Kurosawa was like some sort of superhero, or… no, he was more like a Prince Charming from an epic battle world. That was a start - it was not the murder mystery he had thought about, but it was definitely a start.

The sound of Adachi’s footsteps worked like a metronome, helping his mind settle into a rhythm. He was starting to see things in more detail: The brave prince paced in his castle, his sword close by his side, the problems his kingdom was facing were almost too much to bear and with his father on the brink of death, it was all on him. A shadow appeared above the citadel - the… the… ‘kingdom x’ was being attacked by a three-headed dragon. How would he fix this and save his people? Had someone sent the dragon or did it act with free will? Did the soon-to-be king have secret magic powers? Maybe they were a secret even to himself!

With renewed energy and excitement, Adachi sat down to work. This new world just wanted to be written, to become a reality, and he was not going to stop it. Aided by the occasional sip of soda and a few “stretching breaks” that were more like actual pacing, he managed to draft four thousand words by 5 am, effectively breaking his 3 thousand word record from just a few months ago. If he could keep up the pace he could finish the book within the next month and send it to Tsuge for editing and review. He sent a quick text to his friend to tell him the good news and got into bed; he would probably regret staying up so late tomorrow, but now he didn’t have it in him to care. Writing was definitely his call - even if he was very close to missing his goal of being a published author by 30.

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The commute to work was nothing short of hell. The morning started with Adachi missing his usual train and having to take the next one during rush hour - not that he ever managed to avoid rush hour, but he usually took the first train during it so it wasn’t as crazy as later in the morning. This resulted in him having a very unpleasant ride, squeezed half to death between the sea of people, feeling like a canned sardine with a bad case of insomnia. That was the other issue, the previous writing night ended up being a success but even though he’d been exhausted by the time he was done, it had been impossible to fall asleep. Now he was on his way to a long workday with a pounding headache and a sour mood. If given the opportunity, Adachi would’ve chosen to take the day off to sleep and feel refreshed enough by sundown to continue writing.

His job was definitely a necessary evil, but sometimes he couldn’t help but resent it. On the verge of thirty, Adachi spent most of his day at the office, writing his reports, Urabe’s reports, and occasionally picking up the slack of some of his colleagues. There was barely any time for hobbies or relaxing and least of all to be an aspiring writer. To be completely honest, Adachi had started viewing his day job as his second career in the past year. His heart and soul were focused on his new goal, what he really wanted. In the end, if writing didn’t become his main income, it wouldn’t matter, he was passionate enough about it to continue no matter what. After all, living in the fantasy worlds he created was more than enough for him.

Adachi made it to his desk just on time, but running those last few blocks only served to make his mood even sourer. He pulled at the collar of his shirt with a small huff, still thinking about his writing and leaned back in his chair until it touched Urabe’s shoulder, startling him.

He turned around swiftly, blush already rising to his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Senpai.”

Urabe nodded and waved him off. Then, he cocked his head and looked at Adachi in more detail. “What is going on with you, Adachi? You look tired.”

“I just had trouble sleeping last night, that’s all,” Adachi said with a heavy sigh. He could picture so many things he would rather do than give explanations about his personal life, but he would feel too guilty if he was rude to Urabe when he was only worried about him.

“Hmm, are you sure that’s all?”

“Yes. I’m ok.” He attempted his best smile. “Thank you for asking.”

“Adachi,” Urabe pouted, his brows burrowed into a childish frown, just like every time he would ask Adachi to take on more work, any semblance of concern already gone out the window. “Can you finish this report for tomorrow? The boss is really piling stuff on my shoulders and I already had other plans for today.”

Sometimes Adachi wished he was a bad person, or a bad colleague even, but he couldn’t help taking on the extra work when it was needed, after all, he didn’t have much of a life. He rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“Oh, wait. Is your birthday today or tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“And you’re turning 30, right?”

Adachi nodded once again, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible; he didn’t want to be reminded of the passage of time or how much he hadn’t achieved by now.

Urabe rolled his chair closer and elbowed him. “Aaah, you sly weasel. Do you have a date?”

“Of course not. I’m just looking forward to getting home and sleeping.” That was literally his birthday plan.

Urabe frowned and gave him a quizzical look. “But you have... ‘dated’ before, right?” He winked.

Adachi shook his head slightly and saw the same look many people gave him, a mix of pity and judgement.

“You should ask one of the girls out. I’ve heard Yui is single and she’s very pretty!”

Adachi slowly turned his chair towards the copy machine and saw Yui across the room. She was, in fact, very pretty, but… she didn’t spark anything in him. She looked like a work of art, pleasant to look at, but not for him. “No, I don’t think that would work.”

“Adachi, if you don’t date someone by the time you turn 30, you will turn into a wizard!” He whispered.

“What? That’s ridiculous!”

“It’s true, you’ll see!”

Adachi rolled his eyes and turned back to his desk, finally starting on the reports needed. The sooner he was done with that, the sooner he could return to his writing.

The elevator opened its doors for Adachi and the ding that followed made his muscles relax instantly. Only a few more minutes and he would be up in his flat, taking his shoes off and cooking something quick before sitting down to write. He felt inspired by the beginning of this new story and he wasn’t about to let a bad day at work ruin that for him.

Just as the doors started to close, someone put a bag between them to keep them open. The first thing Adachi saw was a girl with a cute and gentle look, a black wispy fringe framing her face and a sweet smile. She nodded at Adachi and he smiled and nodded back. He wondered if he would ever date a girl like her, if sharing his life with a partner and doing things together would be so different than what he did now. The answer was probably not, since he assumed nobody would be supportive of him working all day and writing all night; if he was honest with himself, he didn’t really have time for a relationship, even if he sometimes yearned for a bit of company - theoretically. Adachi blinked repeatedly, suddenly crashing back into reality when he saw the looming presence of Kurosawa behind her, giving him a weird look he couldn’t quite place as he ushered the girl into the elevator.

Out of sheer awkwardness, Adachi nodded and mumbled a quiet hello at him, looking away as a blush crept onto his cheeks. Was that Kurosawa’s girlfriend? He groaned and let his head fall back against the elevator wall. He’d been caught staring at his neighbour’s girlfriend like a creep. He ventured a sideways glance and realized Kurosawa was still looking at him with a weird expression.

Thankfully, the ride was short and only a minute later, Adachi was home, barely paying any attention to his basic needs as per usual. He made some instant ramen and added a bit of egg to it before eating it mindlessly, daydreaming of his new story and the magic system involved.

Perhaps it was quickly becoming a much more ambitious project than he had anticipated but as long as the writing flowed, everything would be ok. What was supposed to be a long writing session soon turned into an early night after Adachi’s brain decided to shut down mid-sentence, putting him to sleep sitting at his desk, his head hanging down and his spine hunched over.

#cherry magic #cherry magic fic #mine

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starkeristheendgame · 5 years ago

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I would love to read something about peter accidentally stealing a piece of Tony’s clothing without either of them noticing, but it’s something extremely valuable and everyone else (like maybe peters friends from collage or something) notice and are very confused. Would you write something like this? (It’s totally fine if not)

This was the actual cutest idea, and I loved writing this! I hope this is the kind of cute-awkward you were going for. Thank you sm for sending me this, honey! I’m an absolute sucker for clothes sharing. This begins as unest and is AU from AOU+. Peter is 18+

The first time it happened, it was a slate grey shirt with silver-leaf decor, the front brazenly depicting a boy with a wolf’s muzzle face. There was an oil stain on the right sleeve where it fluttered about his bicep, and a charred hole on the hem where Tony had skewered it with a soldering iron. Peter had just lost his own shirt to a grinding machine, and had accepted the shirt that Tony had offered him thoughtlessly, promising to bring it back on his next visit.

Tony had waved him off and told him not to worry - The shirt was old and he had plenty others. Peter had thought nothing of it, not bothering to change as he collapsed into his bed. He had an early lecture in the coming morning, and he’d overstayed at Tony’s. Again.

He still lacked any thought on it when he awoke to his final alarm shrieking at him insistently, and he scrambled out of bed, nearly swallowing his toothbrush as he floundered to get ready. He skid to a halt in front of his bedroom mirror, eyed what he’d gone to sleep in, and deemed it acceptable. The shirt was clean - He’d only worn it to bed that night, and his jeans surprisingly matched it well.

It was like any other morning, until he’d been in line at the lunch hall for a coffee, and the girl walking past had stuttered to a halt, eyes wide. “Oh, my, God. Is that a Yohji Yamamoto?!” She’d squealed, eyes wide and round, and Peter had blinked across at her, sleep-dead and at a loss. “That thing is like, a thousand dollars! Its limited edition!” She continued, and Peter glanced down, ready to defend his piece of shit shirt.

Except.

It wasn’t just a piece of shit, ratty old shirt, was it? No, because it had come from billionaire Tony Stark’s closet. He cringed, lip curling as he stared at the shimmering silver pattern. Ah, fuck. How could he explain this? Several people had noticed her loud speech and were staring, curiosity piqued. And, why wouldn’t they? Scruffy Peter Parker in a thousand dollar shirt.

“I don’t think so” he barked nervously, before his brain had even come up with a plausible explanation. “I got this at a thrift store! Yeah. A thrift store, so. I mean, if it looks like some fancy shirt, its definitely a knock off” he laughed nervously, clamouring desperately for his coffee before he cast her an awkward smile and shuffled off, fleeing the lunch hall.

Luckily, he had an old zip-up in his bag, and he tugged it on over the shirt. It meant he boiled in his last classes, but nobody else asked him about his thousand dollar shirt. He drove home with the windows down and the AC on, and when he pulled up outside his apartment, he paused, and rummaged for his phone. It took almost ten minutes to find the shirt he was wearing, but when he did, he sucked in air through his teeth and shoved his phone away. Yikes. A thousand? Closer to two thousand.

The second time it happened, Peter had been to breakfast with Tony before classes. The older man had presented him with a beautiful custom Rolex, complete with deep, red rubies and rich blue kyanite. An early birthday present Tony had said, clasping it around his wrist with a warm, satisfied smirk. Peter’s birthday was months away, but Tony wouldn’t hear anything of it.

He’d grown so used to the weight of it in between eating and talking that he’d completely forgotten about it by the time he arrived at his morning study session, sinking down at the library table and pulling out his books. MJ was already there, and Peter offered her a shy smile as he kicked his bag under the table. They were tentative friends after getting to know each other near the end of their final year, and though Peter had outgrown his initial crush, he was still glad she’d gone to the same college as him and Ned.

He was just pulling out a pen from his case when MJ shifted. “Hey, nerd. What’s on your wrist?” And Peter’s heart seized then skipped when he cast a careless glance aside and watched the sharp halogen lights glint off the brand new gold and precious stones. His first thought was ‘aw, fuck. Not again’ and then his second was ‘how the fuck can I explain a Rolex that costs more than this building?’

“Fake!” He yelped, and ducked his head when a sprightly girl two tables across leaned forwards to glare at him. “I mean, y’know. My Aunt...Bought it for me. Thought she’d found a real Rolex on Ebay for $40, y’know? Ha. Some people” he coughed to clear his throat and to hide the fact that his voice had risen several pitches before he reached for his wrist, tugging his sleeve down over it.

When he looked up, she levelled him with a flat, unimpressed look that clearly stated she thought he was a few marbles short. He spent the rest of the study session twitchy and tense, and she spent the rest of it reading and glancing at him now and then like she was afraid he might start frothing at the mouth. When the hour was finally over, Peter ran back to his car, wrapped the watch in several soft tissues from the restroom and hid it in the glove compartment.

MJ didn’t mention the lack of watch, but she did pointedly stare at his arm for the rest of the day. It made him prickly and jumpy; a thousand worst-case scenarios running through his mind. Nobody knew he was Spiderman, and since joining college he’d done his best to keep the ‘Stark Industries Internship’ thing on the down-low. That was relatively easy, since most people hadn’t believed it in the first place. As for Spiderman - The only people who knew were May and Ned. He kind of intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.

He was vigilant then, for the next few weeks. He inspected himself carefully before getting out of his car at college, and he always made sure to remind Ned to remind him any time he wore anything that a struggling college student wouldn’t. All in all, after three months had passed with only a few close calls, he felt pretty secure.

That was, naturally, his doom.

But! In his defence, Tony Stark had kissed him. On the mouth. And not by accident, either. One moment Peter was talking about his Chemistry class and how the next Tony Stark was kissing him, lips warm and a little chapped, stubble pricking at the corners of his mouth.

They'd kissed for almost an hour after that, gripping onto each other, learning what made the other twitch and moan. Tony liked his lip sucked and Peter liked his hair pulled and it had led to eager grinding and groping. Peter had never been more loathe to leave, but he had dinner plans with Aunt May that night.

Their first kiss had evolved into kissing every time they were together, chaste and shy or filthy and wet like teenagers. Groping turned into Mr. Stark jacking him off and sucking him down, to Peter sucking him in return and to slowly working their way towards Peter getting done up the ass for the first time (four times, actually. Peter was insatiable and Tony had been more than happy to oblige).

It had been a Thursday night, though, and Peter had a mid-day lecture on Friday. His own shirt had been used as a rag from the first and third rounds, so he shyly accepted when Tony offered him an old, soft black one. It was ratty and stained and he thought nothing of wearing it to his lecture, scribbling notes furiously and paying attention because they had a test in two weeks time.

Towards the end of the lecture, he felt something brush at itch at the back of his neck, and he twisted to find the girl from the lunch hall sat directly behind him, her arm retreating. He blinked in surprise; he hadn't even recognised that she was in his class at the time.

"You had fluff caught on your shirt" she noted casually, though her eyes were narrowed suspiciously. Peter gave her a weak smile, mouthed 'thanks' and turned back around.

It was relatively forgotten until he was done for the day, paused near the doors to try and find his power bank. Footsteps echoed through the hall, and he looked up they stopped near him. Standing there was the girl from his class, and he offered her a warm but puzzled smile. "Hi?" He asked after a pause where she simply stared at him with folded arms.

"I know your secret" she announced, and he nearly dropped his bag, grumbling to catch it as his heart ticked up. That could mean anything - Tony? Spiderman? Even just the spider bite could be disastrous. He'd have scientists experimenting on him and then they'd know and-

"Secret?" He barked out a little hysterically, straightening. "What secret? I don't have any. Not any worth exploiting, anyway. I mean, I peed in the pool once, but I was six and I-"

"I know how you're getting such expensive clothes" she interrupted, arching a brow at him, though the corner of her mouth had ticked up into a smile.

"What? Oh, the shirt the other month? I told you, it was a knockoff" Peter stuttered nervously, and she gestured.

"You're wearing a Gucci shirt right now".

"What? No I'm not. Have you seen this thing?" He asked, plucking at the hem, even as he died a little inside. Was it too much to ask for Tony to shop at Target once in a while?

"Well, it's in horrible condition, but I looked at the tag in class. I know how you're getting all this expensive stuff" she repeated, and Peter twitched a little, glancing around the hall before shuffling out of the way a little.

"I want in" she added, following him, and he paused, blinking across at her while his coherent thoughts stuttered to a stop.

"Uh."

"I want you to teach me".

"...Uh…"

She rolled her eyes at him and stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I know you're a Sugar Baby, Parker. There's no other way you could afford all this stuff, and nobody puts Gucci in a thrift store. I want you to teach me how to do it. Show me what website you used or whatever".

Peter stared at the wall over her shoulder, his thoughts effectively flat-lined. Sugar Baby? Website? Teach her?

"Listen, I don't know who your guy is or how you did it, but clearly, he's minted. And sharing. I'm only able to work part-time around my studies, and I want in. I'm not gonna tell anyone, I'm not a bitch, I just want to be able to afford stuff" her voice softened at the end, and Peter shuffled uncomfortably, trying to kick his brain into gear.

On one hand, she thought he was fucking an old guy for ratty Gucci shirts. On the other, this was the perfect out for all his mishaps. He considered it, head tilting as the corners of his mouth dipped down, and then he nodded.

"Sure, why not".

#fanfic #starker #starker fanfiction #starker fanfic #starker fic #starker cu #starker ncc #ironspider #ironspider fanfiction #ironspider fanfic #ironspider fic #ironspider au #starker au #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #sie fics

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lloydskywalkers · 5 years ago

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afsdgfdhgj!! thank you sm, i’m so happy to hear that :’D that is...something i do very much need to work on actually, i’ve been trying to kick the talking-self-down habit for a while now, it’s just!! it’s tough, guys.

on a lighter note, i know exactly what trope you’re talking about and i’m an unapologetic sucker for it afdsgfdh. unfortunately this probably isn’t exactly what you’re looking for, but i got bit by the idea and it wouldn’t let me go, so here’s a somewhat-short (somewhat) fic about it!

Sometimes, the ninja forget they’re technically, kind-of-sort-of, famous. Like, not all the time, because some people are creepy and won’t leave them well enough alone, and some people are just…really enthusiastic…but for the most part, it is easy to forget sometimes, because out of gi they look pretty normal.

(Until Lloyd’s eyes start shuffling through colors like a sporadic traffic light, of course, but that doesn’t happen as much now.)

The point is, sometimes it’s easy to forget that they’re famous.

Sometimes, though — when movie posters the size of the Bounty are plastered all over the city because some wise guy thought making a film about them would be a great idea — it’s harder to forget.

“This feels like an invasion of privacy,” Cole mutters, crossing his arms as he sinks deeper into the theater seat.

“Oh, yeah,” Nya says. “Because trading cards and entire news documentaries with our full names and intimate dating life details were one thing, but a loosely-based movie is where we draw the line.”

“Intimate dating life my foot,” Lloyd scowls, clearly far from getting over that one article that managed to snag a picture of him and Harumi before…everything.

“Well — yeah, fair, but like—” Cole sputters. “They hired actors to play us. They’re gonna be recreating our lives and it’s — it’s weird, okay?”

“I dunno, I think it’s pretty cool,” Kai says, already on his third mouthful of popcorn, and the trailers have’t even started yet. “I mean, it can’t be worse than that play they put on, right?”

“Don’t jinx it,” Zane mutters darkly, his eyes flashing at the reminder.

“I’m with Kai,” Jay says, bouncing in his seat as he reaches for the popcorn. “I think it’s cool that people care enough about us to make a movie, you know? Like, did you see the budget for this thing?”

“Was it as high as the repair cost for the tower we blew up last week?” Lloyd says.

“Uh…maybe. I didn’t compare, exactly. But look, you can’t put a price on lives. A little collateral damage is worth it.”

“A little?” Zane says, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Eh, we helped clean it up,” Nya shrugs. “That counts.”

Jay points at her. “Thank you.”

“Still say it wasn’t my fault,” Kai grumbles, crossing his arms. Lloyd pokes him in the ribs, and Kai yelps, flinching away from him. “Not cool, not cool!”

“We’re definitely not going to make it through this movie without getting thrown out,” Cole groans into his hands. They’re already getting looks from the movie-goers around them, and their patience doesn’t look like it’s going to last very long.

“C’mon, have a little optimism,” Jay placates. “This is gonna be fun— hey, that’s my popcorn!”

“No way, lightning brain, I bought it, I hold it.”

“But you bought it with Nya’s money.”

“Which she stole from Lloyd’s sock drawer this morning, so that doesn’t count.”

“Wait, you stole my sock money?”

“Um…call it payback for stealing the last of the cookies last week.”

“How is that a fair trade, I only took one!”

“Yeah, one dozen—”

“Guys, please—”

“You’re one to talk, you stole all the—”

“Would you all shut up, it’s starting, and — I said shut up!”

******************

It takes a few threats of murder, and one or two threats of open power-use to the face, but they quiet down in time for the opening credits.

The movie begins peacefully enough, with an older man telling some ‘punk little kid’ as Kai describes him, a whole lot of ‘stereotypical sensei mumbo jumbo’ as Lloyd describes it, about himself. Which, to be fair, is pretty accurate to their lives, so they’re able to quietly munch on popcorn for the first few minutes, at least.

But then the plot starts.

“What do they mean, ‘uh oh’, to Lloyd Garmadon?” Kai frowns. “The city loves you.”

Lloyd shrugs, tossing a mouthful of popcorn back. “I dunno,” he says. “I mean, it is tough to be that kid.”

“Yeah, ‘cause he’s the worst shortie ever, like four feet tall,” Nya whispers to him. Lloyd elbows her in the side. Zane shushes them, just in time for the actual movie Lloyd to show up on the screen, in bed and receiving a call from—

Lloyd doubles over, choking on his popcorn.

“Luh-Lloyd?” Kai says, in delight. “Luh-Lloyd?!”

“Pajamas,” Lloyd wheezes, as Nya thumps his back. “Look at his pajamas, I gotta buy my dad those—”

The others are left to giggle their way through the interpretation of one of their greatest enemies snacking on cereal in printed pajamas, telling Lloyd he ‘must’ve butt-dialed him’. It’s hysterical until Garmadon forgets Lloyd’s birthday, and the Lloyd onscreen gets the signature Sad Puppy Eyes Lloyd Look on his face — which, props to the actor, he nailed it — and everyone looks to Lloyd in sympathy.

“That’s rough, buddy,” Jay pats his shoulder. Lloyd rolls his eyes.

“It’s not me,” he says, shrugging again. Really, his dad forgetting his birthday is like, incredibly tame, compared to hurling him through a prison wall or six.

Now, forgetting he existed, that stings. But also, like, this isn’t his dad, so. Eh. He doesn’t really care.

“Is that supposed to be Misako?”

Never mind. He cares now.

“Are you—” Kai plasters a hand over his mouth, muffling this next part. “—kidding me?!”

“Oh, she’s, uh…really present, huh,” Cole winces, as ‘Koko’ encourages her son about being himself, and other really nice stuff Lloyd would have super appreciated hearing when he was younger.

He opens his mouth again, and Nya takes the opportunity to stuff more popcorn in it. Lloyd chomps down angrily, glaring at the screen and grumbling under his breath.

“At least you’ve shown up at all,” Jay comforts him. Lloyd is very much not comforted. He just wants to get through the rest of the movie in peace, and shift the focus off of him as quick as possible.

Oh boy, is he disappointed.

Like, he gets a few minutes of relief as the others are introduced, but that’s all, really. Even if it is hilarious.

“Hello, fellow teen.”

Cole makes a sound like a dying balloon, and Jay almost coughs popcorn out of his nose. Zane just presses his lips into a flat line, his expression unreadable. “I do not…know how to feel about this.”

Jay and Kai are doubled-over on each other by now, choking on laughter. Cole, bless him, is doing his absolute best not to burst into giggles, while Nya and Lloyd have given up and are full-out cackling.

“Well,” Zane says, eyeing them with a gleam in his eye. “Perhaps I should start updating my database with ‘teen lingo’ then—”

“No!” they all chorus in unison, waving frantically at Zane, earning several dirty looks from the people around them as they do.

“You’re perfect the way you are, buddy,” Jay says hastily.

Kai, at least, seems pretty steadily in character—

“Aw, look, I almost snapped your spine.”

“That’s a Kai hug, for sure.”

—and Nya’s thrilled about having a motorcycle. Jay’s a tad indignant at his character’s stuttering, but Cole reminds him he has zero room to talk, so Jay shuts up in time for Cole to shrug at his own portrayal.

“I like that shirt,” he remarks. “And those headphones are cool.”

Then the reality of the scene they’re watching sinks in.

“Wait, why are we in school?” Zane blinks, confused.

“Why are they being so mean to you?” Cole exclaims at Lloyd, taken aback.

Lloyd makes a face at the cheerleaders on screen, jerking his shoulder up as if to say ‘like I know’. Which is kind of a lie, because he does know, the movie told them, but he’s not gonna get into that. Kai is already fuming in his seat beside him, growing steadily angrier by the second. “Who do they think they are,” he hisses. “I’ll show them a number one hit.”

Lloyd rips his eyes from the screen, watching Kai in mild alarm. “Kai, you know that’s not actually me, right?”

“—tear those kids a new one—”

Lloyd cringes at the looks they’re getting from the people around them, patting Kai’s arm. “Chill out, Kai, seriously. This is like, basic Darkley’s stuff, don’t worry. And I walked away from that fine.”

Wrong thing to say. Kai swivels on him, his eyes flashing. “Wait. This happened to you at Darkley’s? For real?”

“Um…” Lloyd sweats briefly, the sounds of Boo Lloyd! coming from the screen really not helping at all. “I mean, I was a brat. I brought a lot of it on myself.”

Kai looks like he’s going to combust. “I swear—”

“Kai,” Lloyd interrupts, trying to quell the storm. “It’s fine. Seriously. I mean, there was this one time that four guys way bigger than me ganged up and hung me from a roof by my hoodie all night, but it wasn’t that bad. I’m fine.”

Kai’s face turns thunderous, matching the roar of Garmadon finally coming into view onscreen. “Wasn’t that bad?” he says, incredulous, gaining them several shh’s, mainly from Nya. Kai ignores them. “Point me to those punks, Lloyd, I’ll strangle ‘em—”

“Kai.”

“Wha — oh. Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That — that was different.”

“Uh-huh.”

“…you — you weren’t there all night.”

“I sure was.”

“Oh.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Um. Sor…rry?”

Fortunately, both are saved by Garmadon smashing his way on screen in a giant shark mech with a full-scale crustacean-themed army, to which the ninja kind of just…stare. That’s — that’s the best they can do with that one. That, and be thankful Garmadon himself isn’t here to see this.

“I mean, to be fair, I can see him appreciating a song entirely about himself,” Kai mutters, as the chorus continues to yell about Garmadon!. “And — wait, Lloyd, are you filming this?”

“Uh, yeah?” Lloyd says, re-adjusting the zoom feature on his phone. “Now hush, I wanna save this and make it my ringtone.”

******************

The mechs are, admittedly, cool. Their total lack of ability to do Spinjitzu, way less so.

“That’s so not how Spinjitzu works,” Nya scoffs, as Sensei Wu finally makes an appearance, just in time for Lloyd to request wind as an element, which brings on another bout of choking.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Lloyd sighs. He then blinks rapidly. “Wait, where are our powers?”

“Nonexistent, apparently,” Zane murmurs. “Along with our common sense.”

“To be fair, that’s never been a reliable thing in the first place,” Jay points out.

The lack of common sense continues to be a trend throughout the movie, and by the time the ‘Ultimate Weapon’ comes up, things start to go downhill rather fast.

“Which, to continue to be fair, is also pretty in-character. This whole fight kinda is.”

The other ninja grumble in agreement as Lloyd runs off to confront his father alone despite all warning, and Lloyd begins to sink lower into his seat. He has a bad feeling he knows exactly where this is going, and sadly, he isn’t disappointed.

Well, for the most part.

“A cat?” Lloyd yelps, his eyes bugging out. “A giant cat?! How is that fair? All I ever get to fight is creepy part-reptile people who want to suck the power out of me, where do I sign up for this?”

“This is surreal,” Zane remarks, as Meowthra tears her merry way across the screen. The whole scene is a disaster, slo-mo destruction and everything, but it’s pretty much the standard fare they’re used to, so they really don’t bat much of an eye as the cat totally wrecks them.

“Nice to know we can’t catch a break in any universe,” Jay sighs sadly, as his mech is torn apart on screen.

“This movie is really beating the ‘don’t-challenge-dad-solo’ message over the head, huh,” Lloyd mutters, chin in his hand, having recovered from his brief bout of extreme-cat-heart-eyes.

Kai gives him a stink-eye. “Yeah, I wonder why.”

Understandably, the Lloyd onscreen is considerably upset at the apparent destruction of all his friends. The ninja are all incredibly curious as to where the movie is going to go next, though, since this Garmadon celebrates his victory by throwing a pretty sick party instead of building a skyscraper-sized stone Colossi of destruction and wrecking half the city.

“Kind of unfair,” Jay scowls, as the henchman do the conga onscreen. Nya’s got a smart comment to make back, but then the Lloyd onscreen reveals himself —

“In typical dramatic-Lloyd fashion, they got that right.”

“Oh, shut up.”

— and then proceeds to snap at the Garmadon onscreen, “I wish you weren’t my father.”

The theater goes remarkably quiet, as do the ninja. Cautiously, they turn to look at Lloyd, who is staring at the screen with a look on his face similar to if you’d shaken up a soda bottle really hard and were about to take the top off. Then—

“Oh, heck yeah, how’s that for karma, you over-powered conceited jerk of a dad,” Lloyd hisses viciously at the screen, punching his fist in the air. “He’s got the right idea, it’s my turn to start disowning family members. Screw ‘you’re not my son’, I’m gonna pull this one out next time and disown him—!”

“Lloyd,” Nya says, a bit nervously. “You know he’s, uh, he’s crying on screen now, right?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd spits.

“You, uh. You know you are too, right?”

“N-no.”

“Therapy,” Cole whispers to Zane. “So much therapy.”

“I’ve already booked us,” Zane murmurs back, sliding his phone back in his pocket. “If the office can simply manage not get blown for one more week this time, we might actually make it."

******************

While they do, however, manage to stay quiet for most of that scene — and isn’t Cole wildly impressed with them for that — the next scene kind of shoots that victory right into tiny little pieces.

“Why are we being so mean to you now?” Cole exclaims, flabbergasted, as the poor Lloyd onscreen looks seconds from tears, the rest of the team staring down at him with firm glares.

“Shh, this is getting dramatic,” Lloyd hushes him.

Nya gets a look on her face that promises murder, and Kai refuses point-blank to be shushed.

“What a bunch of jerks. We’d never do something like that, I’m going to have words with some people—”

“Jamanakai,” Lloyd just says, wearily. “Rooftop. All night.”

Kai deflates, sinking into his seat. “S’not the same,” he mutters, fiercely. “We never said all those mean things to you.”

Lloyd gently pats his arm. “There, there,” he says. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I never said it! It’s — it’s that imposter on screen, that’s who!”

“Kai, I know—”

Lloyd is interrupted by an unfortunately-timed declaration from the onscreen Jay.

“Now, we hate you.”

Lloyd blinks, almost surprised at the slight flare of hurt that sparks in his chest at that. Which is stupid, because these directors don’t know them, and that’s not really Jay, but hey, why not play into his worst fears, movie—

Then “Jay!” is hissed in scandalized unison, and Lloyd stuffs said worst fears back into box and tries not to snicker at the look on his brother’s face.

“It’s not me!” Jay defends desperately, waving his hands wildly. “That’s not me!”

“Deleting all data related to treating Lloyd as a friend.”

Jay is saved as everyone turns on Zane, who just buries his face in his hands. “Let it end,” he moans.

******************

Apart from being shocked that Sensei Wu is actually going with his ninja on their quest for the Ultimately Ultimate Weapon—

“It’s ultimate ultimate, did you miss that trip-inducing scene they explained it with?”

—they aren’t as surprised by things anymore after that, having caught on to the movie’s flow. It’s a little more slapstick than they’re used to, all bright colors and quick action, but it’s enjoyable to watch Garmadon and Sensei Wu snipe at each other, at least.

“Ten bucks says he survives just fine,” Cole says blandly, as Sensei Wu goes plummeting toward the river.

Not one of them take him up on that wager.

“Geez, they’re really roasting us for being morons in this, huh,” Jay observes, as their onscreen counterparts take the clearly-a-trap route, as per Garmadon’s advice.

Lloyd, who is still stewing about having his voice made fun of, bites out, “I think it’s pretty valid, for some of us.”

“Oh, suck it up already, Lloyd. Your voice changed anyways, get over it.”

“Are you saying I sounded ridiculous before?”

“Uh, no-o…?”

“Oh, there we go, getting humiliated again,” Nya sighs, as the ninja are cornered by Garmadon’s ex-generals. “I wonder why they didn’t give us our powers. You’d think they’d have capitalized on that, it’d look pretty cool.”

“Who knows. I’m still trying to figure out if my character’s love for music is a clever reference to me and my dad’s singing background, or just a shallow attempt to give me character at all,” Cole muses. They turn back to the movie just in time to wince in unison as the ninja onscreen flee, leaving Lloyd and Garmadon to be captured.

Kai is less than pleased with this development.

“Oh, so we’re just leaving Lloyd behind now? Who wrote this movie, I wanna talk.”

******************

By the time Garmadon’s teaching Lloyd how to throw bricks from a roof to some sappy soundtrack, then relocating his dislocated shoulder in a wild tone change, they’re mostly lost for words.

Also kind of enjoying the movie, though no one will admit it. The expressions are funny, and there are some lines that hit home. Sure, Lloyd spends a good ten minutes alternating between sputtering and gaping when Garmadon describes their family history, and only proceeds to get worse when everyone else receives powers and he gets a cute little tree branch, but it is fun to watch their onscreen counterparts run around to “I’ve Got the Power” playing cheerfully in the background. Plus, no one tries to ostracize Lloyd again, and it’s oddly satisfying to watch Garmadon get eaten by a giant cat, so by the time Lloyd’s trying to hide suspicious sniffling into the empty popcorn tub while his onscreen counterpart is giving Garmadon his big sappy speech about forgiveness, they might actually give the movie a decent rating.

Cole’s just happy they haven’t been thrown out yet, because they’ve really been pushing it this whole time. But finally, it seems like everyone’s settled down and is keeping perfectly quiet—

“What do you mean, he gets to keep the cat?”

Cole’s hopes and dreams go up in sad, despairing smoke.

“Wait, that’s what’s bothering you?” Nya blinks. “Not the whole, ‘this Lloyd gets his entire family back happy’ part, but the cat part?”

“Well yeah, I’m upset about the cat part!” Lloyd exclaims indignantly. “He gets a giant cat! The size of a skyscraper! What kind of raw deal did my grandfather cut me here, I didn’t even get to keep my dragon! This is so dumb, and — and oh look, now my dad’s all happy and stuff—”

Nya and Zane glance around in alarm. The movie-goers around them seem to be losing the last, lingering shreds of their patience, and Cole wisely decides that this might be a nice time to make an exit. The movie looks like it’s about over, anyways, and—

“—and what, they just have happy family dinners together now?!”

Yeah, they’re leaving.

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“Well, that was…enlightening,” Zane says blankly, as they exit the theater. He still looks tragically annoyed at the way the producers decided to portray him, but he’s mostly recovered by now. Probably because he torched his little movie poster on the way out, but who are they to judge.

“I think you mean infuriating,” Kai mutters, glaring at the theater as they leave it behind.

“I don’t know, it wasn’t so bad,” Nya says. “Like, they obviously decided to go for Lloyd’s very sensitive personal life as a focus point, so at least the rest of us got off alright.”

“Giant cat,” Lloyd mourns, clearly still more hung-up on that than Ninjago’s apparent obsession with his family drama.

“I just wanna try that lightning thing later,” Jay says. “Know any doors I can practice busting open dramatically?”

“Yeah, the door to the producer’s office,” Kai grumbles.

“Enough, guys,” Cole sighs. “It was a lot better than it could’ve been. Let’s just be happy the city still likes us enough to make us the heroes.”

They all nod at that, placated for now, at least. They fall into silence, carefully navigating their way home, until Jay breaks the quiet.

“Your heroes on the wa-a-ay,” Jay murmurs. He’s met with five looks of equal disappointment. “What?” he shrugs. “It’s catchy.”

Cole rolls his eyes, and Kai scoffs. They fall back into silence for a beat, their footsteps the only sound on the street, then—

“Something-something save the da-a-ay,” Lloyd hums.

Jay beams, and Kai moans. Nya just grins. “Gonna something-something pla-a-ace—”

“That takes us higher!”

They dissolve into snickers, their mix of off-key singing echoing across the Ninjago City streets. Cole spares a sigh of despair at their attempt, but he can’t help grinning too. It is a catchy song, and, to be fair, for trying to capture their general team spirit, it comes pretty close.

A lot closer than half that movie did, he frowns. Though he does still want that shirt his counterpart wore.

“Hey,” Jay speaks up. “Let’s learn that Garmadon song next. We can sing it to him in battle.”

“Oh, now you’re talking.”

#lego ninjago #ninjago #tlnm #sort of #lloyd garmadon #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #nya smith #kai smith #the whole gang's here even if they don't wanna be #listen i'll defend this movie til the death bc it's what got me here #but the show ninja would have Opinions #answered #my fic

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everythingoesnk · 5 years ago

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Pastime

summary; you wanna try something new -shaving him- and john is hesitant, fluffy

word count; 1 942

warnings; none. this scene has been sitting on the back of my brain for quite some time and i thought it was so so so cute. i enjoyed writing it sm so i hope it makes you smile. feedback is welcomed and requests are too !

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What began as a monotonous night where all you did was snuggle up on the couch eating junk and laughing at inappropriate jokes spiced up because of you.

Leaning back in his seat John stood alone in the bathroom.

“Are you sure about this?”

You poked your head round the door.

“Again, John? We agreed to do it” you reminded him, crooking an eyebrow in his direction whilst entering the room.

He glanced across at you and watched you pull your hair back into a low bun.

“How did you come up with it?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged it off to accentuate how absurd it was that he was so worried.

Draping an arm around his shoulder, your faces so close you could feel each other’s hot breath, you met his alarmed gaze.

“I’m sure I won’t have to be hiding a body tonight” you guaranteed.

His eyes raking your features, John gently fixed a delicate heartwarming smirk on to his lips that moved your soul. You booped his nose with yours and flashed him a wide smile before advancing towards the hook where the towels were hanging over the outlets.

“Did you wash your face?”

“I did, miss”

“Good boy”

When you were done cleaning your hands and wiping them on the white and pink robe Pattie bought you for your last birthday, you unfolded a towel and tucked it a little inside John’s shirt collar like if he were a baby and the towel a bib.

He said nothing, just curiously observed your movements.

The next step was to get the brush and the foam.

“This is the easy part,” John remarked.

“Shut up”

Applying the foam to the skin was weirdly satisfying.

Since you were a perfectionist and didn’t have the pressure of being under a deadline, you took care of it in your stride. John was right, this was the easy part, but you enjoyed it and wouldn’t move on to the next part before you knew it was spread uniformly.

In fact, as the moment approached, you could feel yourself getting a bit nervous. But you wouldn’t let him know. You’d have him protesting and torturing you with harsh comments and complaints for weeks if something went wrong.

“You’re staring” you muttered some time later, concentrated on loading the brush with more foam.

For the last couple of minutes he’d been quiet, looking at you intensely the entire time. It didn’t bother you, but even though it wasn’t unpleasant you’d always found something to chat about.

Silence with him felt unfamiliar, that’s all.

“What made you fall for me?” he suddenly asked.

“Huh?” you scowled, and briefly stopped what you were doing.

Nothing was weird about the question itself, it just caught you by surprise.

John lifted his chin again for you to continue to lather his face, though his expression was showing he awaited a response. Yours turned warm.

“Your scent” you finally said.

“What?“ John wanted to laugh. But again, he didn’t capture an ounce of stutter in your voice. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah”

“By that logic you could’ve fallen for another man wearing the same cologne”

“But that’s the truth” you promised, face breaking in a pure side smile.

“Explain that to me” he chuckled, honestly baffled.

The mockery in his tone didn’t fool you. You were convinced by the sparkle in his eyes that his heart was definitely beating faster.

John and you met in the most boring and random way.

Your cousin worked as an engineer in Abbey Road Studios and one day he happened to forget his lunch at home, so he sneakily rang you to please go get it. Already leaving the building after dropping by to give it to him, you two passed each other by a whisker.

It was the delicious trail of his scent what made you look up to him.

Thanks to Paul, who stopped you just because he found your face familiar —you reminded him of your cousin, with whom he had a cordial relationship, so when you told him you were indeed related he was very happy to hear about it—, John was able to engage in a conversation with you to introduce himself before you had to go.

“It’s what made me turn my head to look at you”

“Oh, you mean when you nearly broke your neck desperate to check me out?”

“You’re dumb” you laughed, hitting him on the shoulder.

He felt the happiest man seeing you laugh because of him.

Every shared moment with you he treasured it. Tour, the number of insane hours he spent in the studio, all kinds of responsibilities of being in the most famous band on the planet took him away from you.

“Here we go”

John blinked at your words and paid attention again.

The sight of the safety razor within your power concerned him truly.

“Bird,”

You shook your head. “We’re doing it”

“Be careful. I lost count of how much my face is worth”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling.

“Fans are too blinded by their obsession at this point to care if you have minor cuts for a while” you joked.

Warily, with the razor upon his face, you did the first swipe very cautiously.

Despite the light tremble of your hand you handled it pretty well, but the second you pulled the razor away, you unintentionally ended up nicking his flesh by doing it too quickly.

John hissed.

“You hurt me!”

“I’m so sorry” you hurried to say.

“Have some sense!” he cried as his face twisted.

Whatever confidence you had to carry such simple job disappeared.

“I’ve never done this before!” you defended yourself. The reddening on your cheeks due to the embarrassment never felt hotter. “Let me see”

Just how insignificant the scratch was made you want to scream. It wasn’t even bleeding.

You hit him again, it wasn’t an aggressive punch, but it was harder than the one you delivered earlier.

“You’re a bloody crybaby! You scared me for nothing” you huffed.

“Forgive me for feeling pain” he whined, giving quite the attitude.

“You sound like a five-year-old” you dropped the razor next to the hand soap and crossed your arms in annoyance. “Let me know when you’re done recovering”

John wrapped his skilled long fingers around your wrist.

“Come here”

Words weren’t needed most of the time for you two to communicate, so when he brought you closer you positioned yourself on his lap with your legs around his waist because you knew that was what he was seeking.

That and your chests coming together.

“I’m sorry, love, it was just unexpected”

Admiring your unmistakable daintiness, John couldn’t fight the desire of leaning in to kiss you.

It confused and disconcerted him when you tilted your head back with repulse. He couldn’t deny to himself he even felt hurt.

“What” his eyes scanned yours, trying to understand why you were denying him.

“The Santa beard has to go first”

He giggled and found himself sighing in relief afterwards.

“You love me, right?” John asked closing his eyes when you were ready to go for another stroke, once you were finished rinsing the razor.

Your hand remained suspended in mid-air.

It’d be hypocrite if you said you weren’t a sucker for attention, but John was exceptional; he didn’t love himself, his jokes about him being a genius were continuous although those who knew him well knew he thought so little of him, he suffered in the past and was still suffering because of the actions he carried out years ago that haunted him at night absorbing whatever good thoughts or feelings he could be experiencing, eating them up and leaving him in a darkened room without a single hole for the air to flow through.

John deserved to be happy.

“I do love you, Johnny. Why’d you ask that?” you questioned with your heart racing.

Didn’t you show it enough for him to know?

You were tense and he sensed it. Without opening his eyes, he smirked and squeezed your thighs for you to simmer down.

“I love hearing you say it, that’s all”

You stared at him adoringly.

“And I love you too,” he said, that smirk still there.

“I know you do”

Throughout the rest of the procedure you two remained mute, each immersed in your thoughts.

John kept catching himself smiling as he felt you tenderly patting moisturizer on the areas where you had previously shaved the hair.

“What’s so funny?”

That only made him laugh louder. He finally opened his eyes to stare directly into yours.

The stress they were under because of the band was impossible to measure, but he looked so carefree, cheerful and relaxed now. The almost childish expression on his face was contagious, and you were soon smiling like an idiot not knowing why.

“What?” you repeated, giggling.

“I’m just thinking of how excited you were about shaving me. From now on you won’t be as much because I’m definitely counting on you to do it for the rest of eternity”

You just shook your head, thick strands of hair that were no longer tied in the bun waving across your face with the action.

John looked down at you with ablaze eyes.

Matching the mischevious grin attached to his lips you put your arms around him and kissed him fervently. He held your face with both hands and calmly let one reach for your waist. As he pulled you even closer, you moved yours to stroke the back of his neck.

“You feel so soft” you murmured, your fingers complacently touching his cheek.

John returned the smile and rose from the chair with you still on his arms.

“Next time it’s me turn”

He grinned big, and that’s when you knew where he wanted to shave you.

“No fucking way. I won’t let you”

“Love, it’s not like I—”

“It’s off-limits”

“So you’re allowed to shave my face, that ironically people will get to see no matter what, whereas your—“

“Stop it there” you couldn’t believe he actually meant it. Right, if you’d have fucked it up the whole world would have known because it’s his face, but that’s not an argument strong enough for him to use and have the freedom to try because he’d be the only one to see it if he fucked up. “If I say no it means no”

“You’re using that now? When I told you earlier I didn’t want to at first you coaxed me into—“

You gave him a peck on the lips to stop him from talking, pausing to throw a towel in his face, and ran as far as possible because you were at the very losing end of the conversation.

John raised an eyebrow.

“Two can play at this game”

You bit your lip and purposedly let him catch you in the kitchen after playing hide and seek for five minutes.

Coming to a conclusion that it was pretty late, you walked to the bedroom together swinging arms and talking about whether to have breakfast the next day at home or visit a bar hidden in the suburb you used to frequent, where you knew you could have privacy.

You layed in bed entangling legs, facing each other, your head placed onto his chest.

John was the one to fall asleep first.

A huge smile was playing on your lips when you remembered you had John for yourself for four more days before he had to go back to being a Beatle.

You drifted off soon after, heart full.

#john lennon #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison #the beatles #john lennon imagine #john lennon fanfiction #john lennon fanfic #tayloredstarr

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moduinne-and-redjamie · 5 years ago

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Here We Go Again (its a long one)

You know in school when they said “ignore the bully and they’ll go away”? Yeah, that’s a load of bull. It never worked in the school yard and it clearly doesn’t work on SM either.

It’s come to my attention that this guy is at it again, accusing me of another secret identity (seriously, I can’t make this shit up). As if I have time to have kids home 24 hours a day for months, run a household, make videos, and still have a SM presence AND keep track of secret identities??? I mean, it took me 2 days just to find the time to write this. I should be flattered they think I have impressive super powers. I’m not going to focus much time on that, I mean, he’s been proven wrong the last time, he said it about me and my sis before and we proved them wrong. They said they had the IP dress of the person “pretending to be Jess” so my sis offered her’s up proof on twitter for the whole world to see, and they didn’t come back with anything because they don’t have anything, and when Jess posted pics of her place, it’s proof she’s lived in Europe and we don’t, also Bernie-whatever-her-name-was attacked me and my sis on SM and even her friends told her to step back form us cause they knew it wasn’t true-oh yeah, and she’s been blocked off Twitter because of her vile harassment. If there was any sort of proof that I have another SM identity, show it, but you can’t, cause there is none. I’ve never been into crazy conspiracy theories. Most people with 2 brain cells aren’t.

Everyone knows I used to be a shipper. That was never a secret. I never hid it and I never cared to. I shipped from 2015-2017 or 18 ?-whenever the video of Sam and Cait came out saying they weren’t together. I was never an extreme shipper by any definition at all.

So first, it’s important to define what an “extreme shipper/troll shipper” is as William Shatner (WS) has said…

I totally agree with him. I am also FULLY!!!! against doxxing (yes, you know who you are)

Now look at any of the tweets that this guy has shared of mine? Did I once do anything WS defines as extreme? Nope! Even in 2016, I said I “HOPE” they would get married one day. That is the definition of a “wishful shipper” NOT an “extreme shipper. Nice try guy. Notice all the dates are form 2015, 2016 - 4 to 5 years ago!!!! OMG it’s beyond ridiculous.

Therefore, I’m not an extreme shipper. In fact, I challenge anyone to find ONE tweet, comment, ANYTHING that I have sent to Sam/Cait their SO, or anyone involved in the cast and crew-guess what, you would never be able to because I never have-not once. Theres a lot more about this bullies lies below

Here’s another thing, I’m am not a WS fan, he does his thing and I do mine. I don’t care much either way. If he wants or anyone wants to believe crazy proven wrong conspiracy theories, go right ahead. People who know me don't believe the lies and anyone who does I just don't care about.

BUT I will defend his and other’s right to defend themselves when they’ve been attacked

See, I even blocked this person who kept insisting I was wrong for defending WS.

Now to this tweet by Nancy, sure, seems “nasty” BUT what I find interesting is how this guy takes EVERYTHING out of context. This tweet is in response to an Anti-shipper meme that was making its rounds around SM to shoot shippers (before Sam and Cait’s denial video) Now, as I said with WS, everyone has the right to defend themselves if they’ve been attacked. And being threatened to be shoot someone is very extreme. But hey, there are some antis that are very extreme and are trolls. And I don’t confuse them with regular respectful antis or NTS

I couldn't find the meme, but this is the pic and they wrote that they would shoot us if we said Sam and Cait were together. Talk about extreme.

This one actually made me laugh!!::: this guy says:

The guy admits he has no idea what I’m talking about, but somehow uses it as an example of “extreme shipping” (how one can square THAT circle is beyond me-if you don’t know what I’m talking about, how is it extreme?) What’s most interesting is that that tweet is talking about a video that non other than his friend WS shares of NANCY talking about being a respectful shipper (you know, not sending Sam and Cait and their SO hate, doesn’t mean you have to like them, but don’t send them hate, the key-don’t send them hate!). The video was taken down with our YT page, you can type the link into your browser, and see that it isn’t there anymore.

Here is what I was responding to; you know, what rational people call “context”:

he even thought it was funny that Nancy called him “Shitner” because in the video she mentions stands AGAINST attacking him

Oh! and this LOL:

“Here’s Nancy tagging Julia on a meme of calling Anti-shippers cows. I didn’t notice Juila disagreeing”

oh my. She isn't calling antis cows anymore than Joey is calling Monica a cow! Its a line from friends about OPINIONS and how their moot vs. what Joes thinks “moo”! Goodness gracious. And me not responding means what? You know, it likely means that I didn't see, cause this is one of my favourite lines from Friends LOL Are you tired of being wrong yet?

Let’s move on to this “ship on” tweet. Oh yes, LOL Again, doesn’t meet WS’s definition of extreme. But also, let’s see what the Straz exec says during the time I wrote this tweet.

“”fun kind of fantasy world...go on with your bad self”...so yes “Ship on” was in line with what the Starz president said. If it’s aggressive or harassment, then its an issue, Again, non of my tweets were aggressive or harassing.

Let’s see what Cait has said about what crosses the line.

Did I do what they define as “crossing the line”? Nope! Nothing abusive towards anyone from me and definitely NOT anything sent to Sam/Cait or any one associated with them.

There is nothing wrong with shipping properly. Even Elle magazine is a cute shipper article after Sam and Cait went public about not dating.

https://www.elle.com/culture/celebrities/news/gmp30165/sam-heughan-caitriona-balfe-outlander-pictures/ ).

Are you going to now accuse Elle magazine of harassment? Please. I agree with WS, it’s when it gets into harassment of them that it’s a big problem. And I’ve never once done that. I’ve been incredibly vocal against it.

That’s what I find so hilarious about this. All my tweets form when I used to ship fit perfectly with WS’ own definition of respectful shipping AND Cait's, as well as the Starz exec during the same time period! How on earth is the extreme?? Well, its not.

Here’s another one he shared-of course out of context again LOL, but here's what I was responding to

Again, I was not rude to this anti troll at all, even though she did insult me. Again “ship on”...there is nothing against shipping as WS, Starz, and Cait has said, harassment is wrong.

Now, I came into shipping in 2015, I used to follow Puffy but stopped when she sent Sam and Cait hate. So why bring out a tweet with me laughing in response to something she and Nancy said is beyond me. I mean, if it would prove I was an extreme shipper, then he would have shared the whole context right? But he didn’t so I guess it doesn’t. I can’t even find that tweet myself to put the context up.

The tweet about stalking? Yeah, I’m against stalking-always have been. Somehow that makes me an “extreme shipper”??? I’m against calling hotels to see if Sam’s there and who he’s with-you know who you are. I’m against standing outside people’s apartments to spy on them. I’m against taking pictures of people on the beach and trying to pass it off as Sam-ahem…you know who your are. I’m against stalking where people’s family members are buried (we all know who did this) And, like WS, I’m against doxxing (which extreme antis aren’t). I’m against ANY type of stalking.

So lets take a look at the context about me saying getting sources from stalkers is wrong. In 2016 neither Cait nor Sam had gone public about any relationship then. So how did they get the information about Cait's relationship for two years (before she even stated Outlander at this point) and Sam dating other women? Sam didn't go public with any relationship until Mackenzie. So any info would have been from “other sources”. Being against stalking is extreme??? Wow. That’s a new one! LOL. And this is the context of the tweet.

So really, I challenge anyone to share a tweet or comment or anything harassing/insulting that I have ever SENT to Sam/Cait their SO or anyone in the show. Go ahead! Find one tweet or anything of MY comments that fits WSs definition of extreme/troll shipping. I dare you, go ahead. While we’re at it, any tweet or comment about them lying and being together AFTER their video. Go ahead.

WS is not extreme so neither are my tweets.

This is the BEST he had to offer about me being an “extreme shipper”?? This the the most “extreme” I get?

Seems like a bunch of malarkey to me.

Oh! and here are some other tweets from Nancy and me about NOT sending Sam and Cait and their SO any hate. You don't have to like them, keep that in your own space, but don't harass them-ever!

In 2015, intrusive trolls were sending Cait congratulations on her “engagement” to Tony---in 2015! LMAO. Where would they even get this idea? I have no clue, because I never stalked anyone.

#Julia LeBlanc #and that's that on that

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allie1804-fan · 5 years ago

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Connecticut (Chapter 13)

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Photo shoots and interviews filled the beginning of Keanu’s week and then he got the call to say some re-shoots were necessary on “The day the Earth Stood Still” back in Vancouver. He would have to leave the following week for 2 weeks. He called Grace and asked if they might be able to spend some of the weekend alone together if Faith would look after Hannah again. Everything was agreed and Grace arrived at his place late on Saturday afternoon.

Grace dropped her overnight bag to the floor and stepped into his arms.

“Man are you a sight for sore eyes, I’ve missed you!” he said

“I missed you too – I thought I’d see more not less of you once we were back in LA”

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just been a bit of a crazy week for me”

Truth was, he had had enough free time to see her on a couple of nights but he’d needed time to clear his head after her revelations. He was calmer now and seeing her again reminded him how much he really did love her.

“Come ‘ere. Let me show you how much I missed you” He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

They started to kiss and were soon aroused and tearing at each other’s clothes. Keanu lifted Grace off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he pressed her forcefully against the wall grinding his cock against her jeans.

“I can’t wait any more” he groaned and pulled away to rid himself of his clothes. She did the same and he pushed her down on the bed.

“Later, we’ll go slow, OK? I just have to have you now!”

He straddled her and started to play with her breasts, teasing them till her nipples stood erect and Grace was writhing underneath him, pleading him to enter her with her eyes.

He sank into her slowly, groaning loudly then staying completely still, breathing in and out through his nose once he was all the way in.

“You OK?”

“Yeah! Just pacing myself – you reduce my staying power to that of a 15 year old boy you know that?”

He started to move then, all the while murmuring to Grace about how hot and wet and tight she felt to him.

Gradually what had begun as a desire to just fuck her turned into making love as he alternated his pace and the depth of his strokes and the force of his kisses. Grace’s cries were already beginning their tell tale rise in pitch as she clawed at his back pulling him to her. As they rode towards their release, he looked down into her beautiful face and wondered briefly if he’d ever know the joy of making love to her with the chance of making a baby.

The thought was obliterated as the white flash of orgasm took over his brain and hers and they fell into each other’s arms panting.

“Wow! that was intense”

“Mmmm” she replied drowsily, stroking his face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too!” he murmured back, kissing her neck.

They dosed for a while then got up and decided on ordering in some Thai food for dinner rather than going out. After their meal they sat by the lap pool holding hands and dangling their feet in the water looking out at the lights of the city below.

“So have you had a chance to think any more …….. about us ever having a baby together?”

“God, Keanu, I’ve thought about little else this week if I’m honest with you.”

“And?”

“And …….. I still don’t know if it’s the right thing for us to do. I mean when I think about our chances, I can see all these different scenarios. Only one ends happily and all the rest………….. she broke off looking into his eyes pleading with him to understand.

“They end with more dead babies or both of us at each other’s throats because I can’t conceive. It’s such a huge thing. I don’t know if I can take the pressure… to make your dream come true”

“Would it have to be just my dream, wouldn’t you want my child too as much as I want yours?” he said clearly hurt.

“God I’m sorry, I didn’t mean in that way it’s just I’ve been through all this before. I would love to have a child with you, I’m just trying to weigh it all up rationally as well. The stress of trying for a baby can be huge Keanu you know?”

“But we’d be in it together, supporting each other. And the cold hard fact is, you fell for Hannah without really trying”

“I know, but there are no guarantees that could happen again, it could get rough you know. And what if you’re away filming when it’s time – what are you going to do, fly home for each ovulation?”

“You’re making trouble for us where there doesn’t have to be”

“No, you’re just not listening. It’s like this mother fucking rollercoaster that you get on and then you realise it’s driving you crazy but somehow you can’t get off.”

Keanu could see Grace was working herself up into a frenzy now. He chose not to argue back any more.

“And it’s not just me you’re asking to go through this. You have to ask yourself if you want to take that chance of losing another precious child. I don’t want to be the one that does that to you. And what about Hannah, she’d be sucked into all this too however hard we try to protect her. I have to think about her welfare Keanu. She’s a real child with feelings not just the dream of a child”

Her words sliced through him.

“And that’s what you’re asking me to give up Grace, the dream of my own child” he said, eyes filled with tears at the course their conversation had taken.

He sighed and stood up.

“Let’s just drop it, you’re upset. I… I’m going to go to bed”

Grace put her head in her hands and wept. Keanu walked back into the house leaving her alone on the terrace.

Keanu lay on his bed, reeling still from how the conversation had turned so sour. He squeezed his eyes trying and failing to stop the tears. He knew Grace was scared but he didn’t understand why she seemed to have so little faith in the chance of a good outcome. And why had she made that last comment about Hannah being a real child. Was she trying to push him away?

Two hours ago he’d been in love. Sure of himself and her. Now he was confused and wondering at the choice he felt she was asking him to make - a choice between her and his dream of fatherhood.

Back outside, Grace, was exhausted from crying, though finally dry eyed. She barely knew where all the angst that that had poured out of her came from. It has been so long since she’d been actually lived through it that the emotions had been buried deep within for a long time. If he knew what it was like, she thought bitterly, he wouldn’t ask her to do it again. Maybe he should just move on to a younger model, someone who wasn’t damaged goods like her. She made her decision. There was nothing left to say right now. She went to the hall, picked up her bag, let herself out and drove home.

Keanu heard her go. He almost chased after her but thought better of it. They should cool off. Maybe his trip to Vancouver was the breathing space they needed.

Keanu almost left town without contacting Grace at all, not really knowing what to say, or what he wanted to achieve by saying anything. After all, she knew where he was going and for how long. In the end though his good manners won out and he wrote her a note. A real letter was better, he figured than e mails or sms messages. He kept it short and he was honest when he said he was sorry she was upset. He didn’t mention his own hurt feelings though they would be clear to anyone reading it by the absence of any affectionate sign off.

Grace

I don’t really know what to say about last night. I’m just sorry you were so upset. I’ll be out of town for a couple of weeks at least. Maybe some distance will help us both clear our heads. I’ll call when I get back.

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#romance #anguish #miscarriage #stillbirth #grief #anger #friends to lovers #fluff #keanu #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu reeves #keanu ofc #smut

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astarlitsunflower · 6 years ago

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I loved your ptsd fic! The way you write Harrisco, being so soft with each other! Also it’s such a nice concept, of Cisco describing the bedroom to Harry for him to snap out of it. I really liked it! And can I request fic as well? Maybe Cicada sees Harry and thinks he’s Eobard and tries to kill him/ hurts him really bad and Cisco just trying to protect and rescue his bf?

Matty you are so sweet and kind I love your blog and your energy sm ✨✨✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

{i am SO SORRY this took so long}

Cisco sighed out and shifted, putting one foot up on the dash as the other rested next to lock of the passenger side door; his back was against Harry’s arm, and his head was dropped back on the top of his shoulder. Downgraded to lookout wasn’t fun, his dumb-dumb being with him made it tolerable, though. “Do we need anything from the store?”

“I ate the last bagel this morning.” Harry said casually, fighting his smile.

Cisco groaned loud, lifting his head to drop it back on Harry’s shoulder. “How? How is that possible? Every time, somehow, every time I buy them you get the last one.”

“What can I say, Ramon?” Harry closed the file he was reading through, SparkNotes on Cicada, making his voice serious “There’s something about this earth….’s bagels, that I’m drawn to, it has to be my Earth-2 vibra-”

He was cut off by Cisco pushing his head to the side, laughing infectious as he sat up and pushed his hair behind his ear. “This is unbelievable,” He laughed, rolling his eyes before looking at Harry again. “I’ll get bagels, anything else?”

Harry shook his head, dropping the file on the dashboard. “Nothing I can think of right now.” He rubbed his hands together before blowing on them. “I am, however, in need of coffee. Want one?” Harry sat up a bit more, pulling the handle so the door cracks open and turns the lights on.

“Yeah, actually. You know how I like it, I’m gonna stay out here, maybe Dwyer will finally try a visit.” Cisco nodded, shifting to be a little more comfortable in the car, stretching his back out.

Harry learned to kiss his head before heading out, rubbing his hands as he walked towards the entrance of the hospital, looking to his boots and putting his trust in his black cap.

Cisco watched the entrance as best he can, flicking through different cameras in the hospital on his tablet, scanning for Dwyer’s face. He swipes away look-a-likes and too-blurry pictures, occasionally glancing up to see if Harry’s making his way back with the coffee yet. His phone screams first, followed by the tablet flashing red. He pulled the alert up on the table, finding a location as he jammed a com device in his ear, immediately connecting to the yelling at S.T.A.R.

“I have it! I have the location!” Cisco yelled over the mix of voices, pulling the pinpoint up on tablet, panicking for a second too long before opening the drivers door, abandoning the van and tablet. “Hospital, he’s at the hospital. Near the back.”

“I’m on my-“

“Why?!” Cisco stopped himself short, hiding behind a bend, whispering sharply. “He gets your speed in that dagger, or XS’ speed, or Elongated Man’s elasticity, then it’s Devoe. All over again. Just….Just have Killer Frost nearby.” Cisco exhaled sharp, trying to get his head in order before peeking over the corner.

Harry lay on his side, coughing hard into the pavement before moving to push himself up, trying to get his feet under him. “I promise you, I’m not-“

“Doctor Wells…”

“That’s the one.” Harry coughs again, moving to stand and put his hands up, his chin dripping some blood from a cut on his lip. “I know, I know what you’re thinking.”

“You started this.” Cicada’s voice made Cisco shiver, his hands tingle, and his anger build. Cicada advances a step, making his dagger glow as a threat. “I’ve read about you. These Metas….they never existed until that night….You lost your legs…I read that you disappeared…some even said you died.” He tilts his head, as if surveying Harry, standing there.

“Mi….Miracle Max’s?” Harry kept his hands up, half- shrugging with an attempt to smile.

Cicada raised his dagger, and Cisco started to run.

He couldn’t make out what happened, but Harry grunted then yelled and was on the ground by the time Cisco jumped and tackled Cicada from behind, the two rolling on the pavement and the dagger skidding off. Cisco moves fast, not even thinking of the dagger, wanting nothing more than to defend Harry. He tackled Cicada again, slamming him back on the pavement as he started swinging wildly. He landed a few good punches before Cicada used his height to gain the upper hand.

Cicada grabbed Cisco by his clothes, lifting and throwing him to hit the wall of the hospital building, Cisco’s yell as he arched to relieve the pain in his back was low. He watched Cicada get up, go over to Harry who was holding his leg while laying on the ground, and in an easy movement, pressed his boot to the spot Harry’s hands had been covering. Harry’s howl snapped Cisco back to reality.

“You’re wrong. You have it wrong.” Harry shook his head, looking up at Cicada. “I didn’t do any of this, I can promise you that.”

“You have caused the death….of parents….to a very young girl.” He raised Harry up, holding the collar of his coat and sweater, his other raised like it weighed heavy.

Harry took the first punch as best he could before something kicked in, he fought back, dodging the punches as best he can grunting and taking hits as he tried to land his own. His knuckles hurt against the mask and he did his best to grab and pull it. He wriggled his feet up and kicked Cicada hard square in the chest, knocking him back and hearing his mask work double-time to assist.

Cisco moved to his feet at that, moving and tackling Cicada down by using his weight against him. His hands hurt, and his back stung, but he fought and wrestled and scrambled before taking an elbow to the forehead. He tripped back, a hand on his head, the cut from the hit starting to bleed, as Cicada put his hand to the side, palm open for the dagger to enter.

Cicada turned back to Harry one he closed his fingers around it.

Cisco thought he hated the sound of that mask before, but it scraped and chewed and tore at his already hurting brain as four Harry’s stood defenseless, and three Cicada’s swirled around taking his steps towards Harry. He shook his head to get his vision back, blinking past the blur and fuzz, he almost missed it; faintly, it reminded him of his powers.

Cicada grabbed Harry lifting him up and holding the dagger to his chest, pushing through and watching him wince and fight his screams. He watched and held, pushing it deeper the more Harry held it in, when it could hold up on it’s own, Cicada pulled his hand off.

“He has. A. DAUGHTER!” Cisco shouts, one hand still on his head, standing on both feet, though not too well. ”Please.” His other hand raises, a surrender in a way. “She’s gorgeous, and young, and bright as a whip. And you, are a monster. But you care about family. Don’t take hers away.”

Cicada drops Harry, the dagger still sticking out. “This time…Not. Again.” With that Cicada’s off, dagger pulling from Harry to follow, quick as he came.

“Help, Help!” Cisco ran forward, dropping to Harry, pulling him up, compressing the wound. “Barry!” Before he could swallow his sob, he found himself standing in a clean bright room, eyesight focusing on Iris’ expression before looking around.

“Hey, hey…We’re going to let them work, come on.” Iris rubbed his back, walking him out of the room to drop in a chair. He followed effortlessly. “Just breathe, you’re in the labs again, okay?” Iris moved to pull on gloves, Nora at her side to help. “Caitlin and Barry are working on Harry, we’re going to patch you up, ‘kay?” She said, rubbing his arm before starting on him.

Her and Nora made small talk, something about she learned this on Caitlin. Cisco tuned them out, not registering that they were even working on him; his mind on four different earths without once touching the remainder of his powers. He stood straight up when Caitlin came in the room, pulling her gloves off and smiling.

“He needs some serious rest, which is a coincidence, because so do you.” She nodded, watching Cisco. “He’s going to be okay, Cisco.”

Cisco nodded, whispering his thanks before moving past her, patting Barry’s shoulder and walking to the room.

“Ooh, you wear that alleyway much better than I do.” Harry half smiled, clearing his throat.

Cisco shook his head, but smiled just faintly, tapping his own shoulder. “We match, but mine’s the back. Your’s the front.”

“Story of our relationship.”

Cisco snorted, looking down and putting a hand over his mouth, “Don’t do that.” He looked up, his eyes welling. “Not tonight, Okay?”

Harry nodded, instant, reaching his hand out. “Come on, let’s follow the doctor’s orders for once.” He moved careful, grabbing the bottom of the bed next to him to pull it closer, “We’ll share, let’s rest.”

With no energy to fight, Cisco nodded and climbed into his bed, getting as close to Harry as he could.

#i'm also sorry if there's spelling mistakes #and you can literally always request whatever your heart desires matty youre an angel #harrisco #harry wells #cisco ramon #cicada #stars-n-spacee #always in sync #enginerr #arrogant #fighting #blood #my writing

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anuknowha · 6 years ago

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Till Death Do We Part// Chapter 6, You Never Pay Respect

Serious disclaimer: This chapter is angsty, very angsty so please turn away if it offends you. There's also a trigger warning of suicide in this chapter. I do not endorse suicidal actions or thoughts. I do not support Kim Jonghyun's death, this is not about poking fun at it. This is a chapter of a story I wrote in order to portray the inner demons he had inside of him that he had to battle with. I loved him as an artist and he was a talented person who doesn't get enough appreciation. And with that I dedicated a chapter to him to show that one, he was human, and two, that he is still relevant even if his label doesn't believe it. R.I.P Kim Jonghyun 1990-2017. !!Suicidal Mention Warning. This one is strong so please turn away if you can’t handle it. One morning...

'It all started about 9 years ago when SM Entertainment pulled me and 4 others boys to form the Korean boy band, Shinee. We were an amazing band, a group of five misfits doing what they do best. Singing, dancing, wrapping, and so on. I, Kim Jonghyun, was the leader, and I was accompanied by Lee Jin-ki, Kee Ki-bum, Choi Min-Ho, and Lee Tae-min and together we made a band that stood out to others. We weren't no EXO, and we definitely weren't no BTS, but we were us, and we were happy being us. Because we knew we were talented, special, different, each with our own uniqueness that we could contribute to the group. And that's what made Shinee. Sometimes we were sad, upset that we never had been able to truly get our names out there but other times we knew that was just a thought. It was our doubts, it was, just what it was, a lie. We were very successful in our careers, and we still are. I honestly wouldn't have asked for a better team. Year after year we would go on stage and present ourselves to our fans as we engaged with them, as they screamed for us. It was music to our ears. They would chant for us, and scream every time we did something funny or just stepped out on stage. And, when all of them sung together; even if they didn't know the words, we sung with them. If we were energetic than so were they, if we were tired they would feel bad, and if we needed comfort they would always send us tweets even if we don't respond to them it didn't mean we didn't read them. No matter where we went to put on a show there was always a positive environment and that's all we needed to get going. Actually come to think of it my favorite tour was Shinee World Tour V. We got to come to the United States for the first time in 2017 and I must say I enjoyed my time there. I was never aware of how many fans we had overseas because SM seemed like they were saving us for something special, or maybe they were just trying to hold us back. The latter is something I don't want to believe but I wouldn't be surprised about, like I said, we were no EXO. We didn't get to get many places, outside of Asia, most of our tours consisted of Japan and South Korea... Which was nice until you realized that there's so much more out there. When we finally got to go to North America in the beginning of 2017 we were thrilled! We all jumped out of bed in excitement and we laughed while on our airplane ride. And when we got there it was almost as if those past 9 years was leading up to this; it felt as if this is what we were waiting for. And I have to say it did feel like a big victory for us. While in America walking through the streets made me think of Onew and how much he would enjoy the taste of fried chicken back home. It was his favorite dish, and even though it was available back at home, especially at our KFCs, that didn't stop him. Even if he wasn't hungry he'd joke about seeing a place that sells such a delicious meal, and how he'd want to try it. Place after place he would name, and we tried to get to a few but we weren't in North America for too long. Three shows, one in Canada and two in the United States. It felt degrading to be so high in SMs rankings and still be forgotten. I was thinking maybe it was a mistake, but nonetheless, our fans made up for it every time we saw their smiling faces. I was happy to be successful. I was happy to perform. I was happy to be part of something bigger than I ever thought was possible -- so I thought. I felt my happiness declining for a while now, maybe about two to three years. And I wasn't quite sure why. I had everything I wanted, a loving family, kind friends, and a job that could go on until who knows how long if we kept enjoying it and if they found purpose in us. I was content with the lifestyle, although the company kept us on a leash. Maybe that's actually what I hated... I didn't like being held back, and even with what seemed to be my "true potential" it always was as if I had no power, no say in my life until they dropped our contract. Even if they did I'd still have to give two years in the military, at the least, as either entertainment or a soldier in a war. It's not like I had the luxury of that being a choice. I had picked my passion, I had reached my "goal" but even so, I still felt empty. I tried helping other people and still nothing, it was as if something deep inside me was missing and I couldn't find it. Everyday of 2017 had gotten worse for me, it seemed as if my life was heading completely downhill in a troubling spiral and that I could not stop it. I had been thinking -- suicide had been on my mind a lot recently and it wasn't something I could avoid. It's something I needed to talk about but I didn't want to worry the others and I didn't want the entertainment company mad at me. So I kept myself quiet. And by keeping quiet I ended up dead. A few weeks before I took that final step, I wrote a suicide note to a close friend in which I admitting that the fame was getting to me, that it was too much and that I was on the brink of collapse, that I was about to give up. And, although she did try to stop me it only I remember it as if it just happened. In late December I decided it was time; I rented out an apartment for two days just so that my demise wouldn't be disturbed. I remember going on an app and texting my sister things like, "I love you." , "I'm sorry." , and "Goodbye". I know it broke her heart, and I saw that she read them but I couldn't dare bring myself to read anything she texted back. I couldn't bare to even pick up the phone after those messages were sent. I listened to my phone go off, chime after chime and also a sudden vibration, which startled me. I remember looking over and tears started to swell in my eyes but I continued on anyway. I dug around in my pocket where I had little pieces of coal, they were as dark as my thoughts at the moment and it was as if I could see myself in them -- in this reflectionless mineral. I walked over to the stove and turned it on slowly. There was a pan I left on top if it from breakfast, and I watched as I almost instinctively placed those little black pebbles into the pan. And soon enough they started to burn. I looked at my hands, black with the dust of coals. I tried to rub it off onto my pants but to no avail, they were stained, and at this point, so were my thoughts. I walked back to the couch as the fumes from the burning material started poking at my nose. It felt poisonous and gross. It felt as if the air was being sucked from my lungs as carbon monoxide filled the room. I felt myself going numb, my whole body losing a battle against the lack of oxygen. I started coughing, and the smoke from the air was inhaled into my lungs. But I dare not move. I probably wouldn't have made it to the stove anyway, it seemed so much further from where I was standing. Maybe this was a bad way to go, maybe this was a bad idea in general. I didn't like it, it was hurting a lot more than I expected. And by this time I could barely keep my eyes open. My eyes glanced down, the last thing I saw was my phone lighting up and shaking vigorously on my lap. I blacked out, lost consciousness but still breathing. Just clinging on to life. I felt the cells in my brain fade. I was forgetting, I wasn't thinking, I almost forgot who I was as my time on this earth was coming to a close. It was such a small window left for me to live by the time the ambulance arrived to take me in. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I lost all feeling in my body and I was losing all thoughts in my mind. At this point I could only remember watching her call, my sister, and trying to stop me from taking a drastic step into the afterlife. I think if I was able to give one more thought right before I took my last breath, it would've been "I'm sorry." Jonghyun woke up, sitting up quickly. his heart racing what felt like over a mile a minute. He coughed and gripped his chest as tears formed in his eyes. He couldn't breathe and he felt himself having a "heart attack." He tried to hold back a scream as best he could. With his blue pajama shirt clenched in his fist he let out a blood curdling scream that was loud enough for the whole house to hear. He quickly covered his mouth afterwards, completely embarrassed and in shock at the situation. He gripped his hair tightly and pulled on it in anger almost pulling it out in the process. He curled up in a ball, tears rolling down his cheeks and staining his pajamas, time after time as he let out loud whimpers and noises of complete distress as he felt himself slowly growing accustomed to reality. He was dead, he had killed himself because he couldn't take that life anymore, but at the same time he knows he can't take this one either. He didn't want to be here either, he wanted it all to be over. He let out another scream, this time choking on his tears as he scrambled to get out the bed falling onto his stomach. Jonghyun coughed hard at the impact and started to crawl towards the dresser in his room. With each passing movement he felt his chest growing tighter, and with the little bit of strength he had he pulled himself to his feet he grabbed onto the dresser and looked into the mirror in front of him. He pressed his hands down on the top of the furniture for support and took deep breathes, as deep as he possibly could. His eyes were red and puffy underneath as tears continued to flow like a waterfall. Drop after drop landed on the top of the dresser forming a puddle of sadness directly underneath his face. His cheeks were swollen, and moist with his sadness and depression. And with that he took his arms and knocked everything off the dresser. They all landed to the floor with different sorts of sounds. His head was throbbing and he yelled out in pain. He ran over to his bed throwing off the pillows, the sheets, watching them hit the floor almost gracefully even after all the force he used. He continued to cough and toss everything that was once neat into a chaotic mess. He picked up the tv remote and threw it at the mirror which caused it to shatter. He collapsed to his knees taking long deep breathes. His head was down and his eyes were covered by his hair. He gathered himself and picked himself up from the now messy floor before marching towards the dresser once more and he used his hand to brush his hair from his face. He looked directly into the mirror in front of him and his eyes would flicker black. It did not at all phase him. Slowly a man in the mirror started to form, but he didn't say a word. "Poor Jonghyun, you're such a mess, you're crying over your own suicide. Do you know how pathetic you sound? You did this to yourself, you caused it, you made this happen. Don't you think they all miss you? Don't you think your sister misses you? Your parents miss you, and so do your band mates. But you know who doesn't care about you? Your company. They just wanted you for money, so they can strive and be more recognizable because of your group. And you helped them, you led them. You brought them the funds they needed to stay alive. You were their number one slave. You always were, you know how it is. And in the back of your mind you knew you'd never be as popular as EXO. You knew this and yet they kept pushing you in greed. They can't help themselves. And you know you couldn't either when you decided it was time to end it." The voice seemed to move further away from him, as the figure appeared on his bed with its legs crossed. "Very unholy of you to take your life like that. And I must say it was thought well outside the box, usually carbon monoxide is put into a car to kill you, but burning coals, coals! I wouldn't have ever thought of that as an idea but you are very creative in your ideas you humans are. But I think you did the right thing regardless of the matter. And the fact that you rented out an apartment for two days was simply priceless! You had this completely planned out didn't you?" Jonghyun took deep long breathes in front of the mirror, his fingernails digging deep into the wooden top causing scratch marks to be created and blood to seep from his finger tips. He mumbled something in Korean. And the human figure turned towards him. "Hmm?" It grinned. "Fuck off!!" Jonghyun screamed. In the back of his mind he knew two things, he would usually never get this angry and he wouldn't have felt so pent up so easily, but at the moment, none of that mattered. "That's no way to talk to me, it's very rude of you to be like that towards me. Very rude of you but brave nonetheless. Jonghyun, you were so smart to pull a stunt and all alone, killing yourself slowly. Tell me how did it feel to take in that smoke? Did it make you choke? Did you cough up any blood? Did you ever worry about burning the place down? Because seemingly you didn't, thank goodness they arrived in time to stop a building from being destroyed, too bad they couldn't stop you from being destroyed." He picks up and object and throws it at the creature on the bed, it goes right through them. It walked back behind him and smiled at him bearing its human teeth. "I remember that day of your life very vividly, realizing your mistake after it was too late, after you completely lost consciousness. Your mind was slowly dying consuming all of those toxins. Brain dead right? You couldn't help it though." His body trembled at the thought, his lips turning black and leaking a black ooze. The creature looked at him shocked. "Let me help you forget everything." It ran its fingers over his lips and stared at the sticky substance that now was on its hand. Touching its fingers together, it watched the substance coat its fingers forming sticky strands to connect them. "Leaking already? What a shame. You're going to make a mess." It watched the thick goo drop onto the desk. Jonghyun turned around to swipe at the creature who vanished before he could even touch him. It reappeared in front of him and once again he tried swiping at it only to knock off some of the glass from the mirror. This continued to go on for some time and it left his room in shambles and once he was done, was his finger tips were all damaged and a deep shade of red; once his walls had scratch marks running down them; once the walls had red streaks mixed in with the blue paint, he was left painting on the bed. Anger and rage coursing through his veins. "Done yet? You threw quite the tantrum there. You destroyed your room pretty well, but no fear, I can fix it for you. The creature covered his mouth with a hand and Jonghyun blacked out. Jonghyun awoke in his room with a gasp. He clenched his chest as he sat up, the sheets stopping at his stomach. He coughed and the tears started to form. He felt himself choking, remembering his own death was the "death" of him. He looked around, everything in his room was the same as before. It was clean, tidy and everything was in place. He cupped his face in his hands and let the tears run down them. He curled up, holding his legs to his chest as he thought to himself quietly. He surely did regret his suicide. 'I came to the conclusion, we all have our demons, but not all of us can fight against them. I lost my battle and I'm regretting it for the rest of "my existence." But, sometimes I'm glad I'm gone because, back on earth, "they" really didn't care anyway. But regardless of where I am, I'll never forget my friends, family, or any of the wonderful Shawol. I thank you for giving my life meaning and for listening when I needed you the most. It made every minute back on earth something I could endure a little bit longer.'

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jaehyunsleatherpants · 8 years ago

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Chapter Two: Ring

SM cooperations comes up with a new way to wire the human brain, making humans immune to diseases, their skin impenetrable. But what happens to the human emotions are just snatched away?

Genre: Bionic!AU ; Smut ; Angst (I will put a warning above the chapters that contain smut, violence, or anything too triggering)

Pairing: Johnny x Reader

POV: Johnny’s

Special appearances: Jaehyun and Ten

Words: 1,323

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He shook head slightly, a burn behind his eyes taking effect. He wondered when he would be released from his confines; the strong smell of adhesive glue hung around him. The Director’s words rung in his head, his fists clenching hard enough for his nails to make crescent shaped imprints on his palms. He was told that he was lucky enough to have met the Director himself, saying “Man, you’re lucky. Or stupid. Or both.” He closed his eyes again, the pain subsiding as the minutes ticked on. Sleep felt far away, out of his grasp; it was like running through a meadow without finding a single white picket fence anywhere.

He rest his head against the pillow again, his thoughts bundled up in a ball of yarn; cramped, yet unwilling to move. “Breathe in, breathe out” he muttered to himself, frowning as he remembered how alive, yet dead, he felt during the procedure. The taste of metal remained in his mouth, his right leg started to feel heavier than normal. He knew if he wanted this to work, he would have to stay positive. He DID promise her he’d be back after it was all over. He DID want her to be safe. He felt tears pool under his eyes, Johnny really missed her. He missed fiddling with her fingers as they spoke about the universe. He missing the way she would comb her hair over her right ear when looking down at her phone, the giggles she would let out when she found something annoyingly hilarious. He wanted to throw the covers off himself, carry his heavy limbs over to her. He wanted to run towards her, hold her small body against his as his tears soaked her hair. He let them fall down his face, his hands making no effort to wipe them away. He knew after they pressed the button, he wouldn’t be able to feel anything. He wouldn’t able to move his body without their voices over an earpiece, his full being in their corrupt hands.

He didn’t notice the door open; he actually did, he just didn’t give an absolute fuck. “I see you’re finally awake, Mr. Seo,” an unfamiliar voice spoke, his soothingly high pitch voice echoed in the small room. Johnny turned his head towards the new person; a small man with a surprisingly cheery smile, considering the circumstances he was in. “Oh, you must be wondering who I am, silly me,” the man said, chuckling as he took a seat on Johnny’s bed. The man had scruffy hair, accompanied with an infectious smile. “I’m Dr. Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but call me Ten. I hate being professional,” the young doctor stated, his right hand resting on Johnny’s knee. He knew the doctor, Ten as he wanted to be called, had put on a fake smile. He wanted to punch it off his face; but he had questions for him.

Johnny stretched his neck, his eyes narrowing as the young doctor sorted through his files. Johnny’s name was printed in bold on the top, the intimidating font made him feel like the experiment he was meant to be; used, but useless until MADE useful. He watched Ten’s eyes narrow, his brain seemed to be calculating the brain wave activity; his every emotion, strength, weakness, and ability. Johnny felt every non-existent bone, the metal interior clinging onto his muscles as if the molecular properties of his fake parts depended on it. He knew his right arm was replaced, though he could feel through it. “I-I really need to ask you this,” Johnny mumbled, his head hung, his chin rested on his heaving chest. “Ask away, kid,” the doctor quipped, his bright smile still plastered to his face. Johnny was really beginning to hate the doctors he worked with. Ten lifted his head up from the file, placing the beige folder on the side table next to the banana peel. “What did they do to me? What’s gonna happen to me? Wh-”

“Silence”

“…”

“Now calm down, Johnny. We need this to WORK.”

Ten’s voice sounded hushed, his eyes turned angry; Johnny sensed he was furious. The doctor looked him deep in the eyes, the rage dissipated when he noticed Johnny turn small under his fiery gaze. “I-I’m sorry, kid. I’m just the intern here,” Ten shrugged, he fidgeted with his clip-on name tag, a neat print: DR. CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL, Intern #10. “Oh… So you DON’T know what they did to me?” Johnny urged the intern on, hoping to pull out what he needed. Ten hesitated, rubbing his palms till a slight burning started. “I have a vague idea of what they did, I guess?”

“What did they do?”

“I’m not allowed to say”

“Please,”

“I can’t.”

“You know you WANT to.”

“I really do.”

“Then tell me, Ten.”

The younger male itched the back of his neck, unsure of his next move. Johnny stared at him, burning holes with this laser eyes. Ten finally exhaled, it really was time. “Bionics.” he mumbled, his hushed voice barely reaching Johnny’s keen ears. “Bionics? Would you like to expand on that?” Johnny urged, his hands making a ‘go-on’ motion. Ten situated himself on the edge of the bed and looked at Johnny. His expression held some humility to it; ashamed of either letting the cat out the bag, or letting the cat sniff the bag for more. “It was the Director’s idea. He wanted someone he KNEW who could withstand the testing, withstand the pain that came with it. He specifically wanted YOU. After his first meeting with you, he got this feeling. Even though I never met him personally, the higher ups have mentioned his liking towards you. He even named the whole project after you,” Ten said, all in one breath. He let out a huff, closing his eyes at what he said. Johnny pressed his head into the pillow, his eyes glossing over as he realized his fate. He wasn’t human anymore; not fully human anyways. His emotions could trigger the mechanics; from blinding him in rage, to setting fire to a building. He knew Ten held the button that controlled him, his very humanity was in someone else’s hands. “Do it.” Johnny whispered, his voice quavering at every spoken word. “Just do it.”

“Do what?”

“Press it.”

“NO.”

“I can’t face the outside world without it.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Me and my colleagues will do everything to help you, Johnny.”

“Fine. But when it’s the beginning of the end, you’re first to go.”

Johnny let the tears flow down his face again, though he promised he’d never cry. He NEEDED to be strong. He needed to do it for her. “Do you have someone at home? I can cal-”“It’s none of your business.”“Alrighty then. I’ll call the other intern working on you in.”With that, the sound of the door slamming rung in the room. Johnny suddenly felt small in the hands of the young doctor. He KNEW the power the child carried, he KNEW his life was being juggled by the Director.

Ten entered the room with another young man, his handsome face imprinted in seriousness. Johnny squinted at the new doctor’s name tag: DR. JUNG YOON OH, Intern #14. “So, this is the other intern working on- I mean working with you!” Ten said cheerfully, gesturing towards the serious man next to him. Johnny figured he was around 20, fresh out of college, probably living with Intern #10. He shook his head slightly; he realized his ability to read people at a single glance, their life stories like an open book. Ten nudged his partner, the young man glaring poison darts at Johnny.

“Hi. I’m Yoon Oh. But call me Jaehyun. It’s easier,” the new intern, Jaehyun, spoke up. His dark eyes searched Johnny’s, looking for something he hoped he would find at that moment. It was gonna be a long day.

#kwritersnet #nct imagines #nct smut #nct #nctwn

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hiiiiii, my name’s adri ! from the gmt+8 which i like to call narnia . i’m trying to type this up quickly bc i was supposed to hop into the shower, then i remembered that we’re doing intros, so i’m leaving this post and am open for plotting 25/8 ! i’m really looking forward to writing with each and every one of you tbh. so please feel free to shoot me a message for plotting or to just chat and get to know each other. i do not bite ! . . . unless you’re into that ;) *coughs* anyWAY

i can’t rlly say it was easy for me to even consider joining this group ?? mainly bc i haven’t been in group rps lately, and alSO i’m quite aware of how underused my fc is but tbfh i’ve had mason for 2 years or maybe even more ?? i see him differently in my head from his fc ( like baby-faced bradley cutie ) but i also couldn’t think of anyone else to play him, so i rlly hope i could do justice to broaden your imagination ! and he’s originally an indie muse that i love, mainly inspired by adam wilde from if i stay. but i thought i could attempt to give him a home here. so pls excuse me while i geek abt my son . . .

{ the virtuoso }

POSITIVE TRAITS: charismatic, experimental, eloquent, self-indulgent, peaceable, gregarious, venturesome

NEGATIVE TRAITS: brazen, fickle, flirtatious, skeptic, reticent, subjective, pessimistic

HISTORY:

triggers: prostitution, violence

his mother laura hart was a literal nobody who sold her soul for a living ( prostitution ). and it wasn’t until a drunk hookup that she dealt with an unexpected pregnancy alone *gives me a fantine vibe from les miserables*

she never would’ve thought that she’d give birth to a child prodigy-- which was all that she ever had. a charming baby boy that managed to climb up the piano seat and play the keys as if that was his purpose of living ( during a family gathering )

and while she came from a very unfortunate background, she could only assume that he got his genes from his father’s side ( while she didn’t have a single clue about who he even was )

laura gave little mason all the love he deserved. she went through several jobs just to provide for her child, making sure that he would always play the piano

as he grew older, mason never failed to amaze her mother even more. his passion for music was intense at such a young age, that he also situated himself with other musical instruments: such as the guitar/bass/ukulele, drums, violin, and the flute

when he was eleven, she met robert downey, a mysterious man in the working class, and they fell in love. but it took a while for mason to adjust since his mother was the most important person in the world for him. and it didn’t help that they eventually had household arguments, just like every other couple. but there was no denying that their relationship was toxic, and mason clearly acknowledged that

mason would defend her with every chance he gets. it came to a point where robert stabbed him with a kitchen knife, that had him sent to the er and almost took his life. luckily he survived the critical injury, though the scar had remained below his right collarbone

love can really work in the strangest ways, because even after almost murdering her son, laura still gave robert a second chance. but the scar haunted him forever, and it was no surprise that mason, too, had been holding a grudge. though robert was no longer violent, proving that even the worst people can change for love

but mason never had a consistent relationship with his “father figure”. if they weren’t at each other’s throats, they were being civil for the sake of his mother, or perhaps pretending to like each other. he was always skeptic of robert that he never knew what it would be like to actually be taken care of by him

due to the rollercoaster of events between his mother and his so-called father, mason refused to believe that love ever existed ( with the only exception of the unconditional love for his mother ). he has extremely pessimistic views about anything else about love, and as he grew into his teenage years, he was gaining trust issues and refused to commit or open his heart to anyone

but !!! robert and laura got married when he was around 13 ?? and their household has been blessed with his five younger siblings: mikayla ( 2 ), katie ( 3 ), toby ( 4 ), ashley ( 5 ), and stanley ( 6 )

he’s tried to be the best big brother ever that he almost has no love left for anyone outside his family. tho the tension with robert was still there ( it never leaves )

his entire life revolves around his family ( most importantly his mother and his siblings ), music, manipulation, and avoiding his feelings as much as possible. he loves to compose music as much as he loves to write songs. music is a very powerful thing to him

flash forward to the days he was absolutely driven with classical music and piano recitals, until society had eaten him up and influenced him with rock concerts and also, might have acquired a talent of singing along the way

PERSONALITY:

he’s honestly a smooth talker, maNIPULATIVE af and absolutely laid-back. he causes conflict due to his arrogance and close-mindedness but also knows how to swerve away from it ??

he can do anything and still be charming. it’s like he always has a stick up his ass ?? but in a way that he always knows how to present himself without seeming too embarrassing nor afraid

kind of a paradox bc he’s very competitive and determined but he also reacts like it’s no big deal to him and like everything seems so effortless ?? ( but rlly it’s not )

if he doesn’t like you enough, he can be very blunt and straightforward. but his primary virtue is patience, and believe me he has a ton of it

he can literally flirt with anyone or anything that moves and knows the right words and actions to make someone feel like they’re the only person in the world to him

99% of the time he’s geeking about music and gets along best with those who are as musically-inclined or as enthusiastic with music as he does

he’s the life of the party. hates sports. hates theories. very practical. only graduated high school bc he doesn’t rlly believe college would do him any good. ESTP af. organized mess.

along the way of partying too hard and bottling all his feelings, he greatly relies on alcohol and sleeping around with people ( he’s pansexual btw )

he’s a crowd favorite and rlly knows how to put on a great show

he knows his priorities and is absolutely independent. as much as possible, he tends to have no strings attached

he has a long way to go regarding character development . . .

pls help

WANTED CONNECTIONS: details will vary bc my brain is always cooking up a storm

childhood sweetheart/skinny love *someone messaged me abt this but like it hasn’t been finalized*

current best friend

flirtationship ;)

cute friends ( fluffy platonic fun ! )

ultimate rivals

fake dating for publicity

friends w benefits

enemies w benefits ??

others ! tbh i’ll still set up his connections page

but if u have something in mind PLS let me know thank u xo

*breathes heavily* plslslslslslsls plot with me i’ll love u down so hard ok

THANK U SM FOR READING. I AM V EXCITED OKAY

#ghqintro #here we gooooo #im literally trash.jpg pls bear with me #[ * ★ ~ ✦ * … and there goes the rambling adri. * ;; OOC. * ♫ ~ ✦ * ]#alcoholism tw #prostitution tw #violence tw

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