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kit-the-leveret · 1 year ago

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Sleepless nights and something handcrafted

Fic based on a headcannon by @turtleblogatlast which is here (might contain spoilers so I'll link it at the end aswell if you want to read it after)

Summary

Pretty much all of Leo's comics are destroyed from the Kraang and Shredder so he has to read them all digitally. Mikey finds out and does somthing about it.

5899 words

Uhhhhh tw's and cw's real qiuck

Swearing

panic attacks

Nightmares

Implied/refferences to death (in a dream though nothing serious or majorly descriptive)

And characters being in pain

Eughhhh that sounds bad but I swear this fic is hurt/COMFORT so

(if there's anything in forgetting to tag let me know please!!)

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It's quiet, and calm.

Its reached that rare lull in the lair where everyone is off to do there own thing peacfully without another brother to cause chaos or niose along with them.

And suddenly, (and not at all surprisingly) Mikey finds himself bored, lying in his hammock and to tired to do anything and lonely without the immediate proximity to one of his older brothers.

It's an achievement if anything, it's the first time since the invasion that there hasn't been anything to do, no medical checkups to take care of, no panic attacks to be had... Just peace.

No one is actively dying, the chores are done, hes already cooked dinner (dad had even joined them aswell! He'd been doing that more often since the invasion, it warmed Mikey up a little on the inside he liked it when dad ate dinner with them and secretly hopes he keeps doing it).

So what does Mikey do then? he already knows he's gonna seek out one of his brothers, but who....

Well Donnie is busy in his lab right now using really loud machinery, and as much as Mikey *loves* sitting and drawing in the lab with him, it would be to loud to concentrate on anything.

He could go and hangout with Raph.... but he's training, trying incredibly hard to acclimate to the lack of sight in his right eye, and Mikey doesn't want to interrupt that.

So that means.... he can hang out with Leo!

Great! The portal duo for the win! He thinks triumphantly. Mikey can't think of anything that Leo could be doing right now. He knows that Leo isn't out with Usagi, since he went out with him before dinner, and he probably wouldn't have gone to April's without texting the group chat first...

So he's definitely free!

Mikey hops up from his hammock with more excitement than is probably necessary, and skips his way to Leo's room.

"LEO!" he shouts, slamming the door open with his foot, and happily watching as Leo jumps out of his shell.

"FU-JESUS Mike what in the all living HELL do you want??"

"Company!"

"The fuck do you mean company??"

"I'm like, reaaaaaaaaal bored right now, so I need a sibling to fill that void! And I'm obviously picking you!" he doesn't move from where he's standing, because if Leo is actually doing something he doesn't want to be interrupted from, Mikey will leave.

But just as he thought, (and maybe kind of planned) Leo rolls his eyes affectionately, switches his tablet to one hand and holds out his arm, Mikey doesn't need anymore encouragement than that, he dives into the bed and cuddles himself right up into Leos side.

"Sooooooo what'cha doin?"

"Reading comics," he snorts.

Mikey pauses, looking around the bed,"What where? thought you were doing somthing with your tablet?"

"Yeah I was I'm reading them on digital." Leo lifts up the screen, and holds it out in front of him, Mikey can see the grainy image of one of Leo's favourite JJ comics. "they all got destroyed remember? And I couldn't buy them so I just read them on here."

Mikey's stomach drops.

Oh crap, he had completely forgotten most of Leos comics were *destroyed*. He glances over at the corner of the room, where sure enough, a heap of his old comics were laying in a pile, destroyed beyond repair.

"Oh Leo.... I am so sorry, I had completely forgotten about your comics that must be awful," Mikey sinks a little feeling bad for even having come into the room now "sorry for bringing it up."

"W-what Mike's it's fine it doesn't even matter! I'm not upset really!" Leo looks midly shocked and a little guilty, which is stupid because Mikey brought it up.

He chucks the tablet to the side nonchalantly, rolling his eyes "Its fine! I don't even really read comics that much anymore ya know??" he smiles nervously.

Yeah, because you don't have any, is what Mikey wants to say, but he very patiently keeps his mouth shut.

Mikey knows he's lying, he can see it, he's far more perceptive than his brothers are. He can see the way Leo's eyes get a little bit shinier,the way his brow creases and he avoids Mikey's eye contact like it's the plague.

And the box turtle's heart sinks.

It's not okay, *it's not*, all of his old comics that are still intact enough to keep, but not enough to read, are piled up in the corner, a constant reminder of lost childhood.

It makes *Mikey* want to cry looking at it, he can't imagine what it must feel like for Leo to look at it every night.

Mikey doesn't push Leo on the subject, they end up going to play animal crossing with Dee instead but it doesn't leave Mikey's head for an instant, bugging him like and itch at the back of his skill that he can't itch.

He's going to find a way to fix this, even if he has to walk across a mile of broken glass to do so.

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Mikey doesn't sleep that night, even if his body is exhausted, (even months later his body still feels drained from opening that portal).

He probably shouldn't be awake, they did all agree on set sleeping times, or at least lying-down-and-trying-to sleep-times the name was a work in progress.

And he might be a little hypocritical for not following that since it was his idea-But! In his defense, he was on an important mission! So it was like totally 100% fine.

He was trying to find copies of jupiter Jim comics for Leo, because he was obviously sad about it, even though he wouldn't admit it. And Mikey was *officially*, the worst little brother in the entire whole wide universe, if he'd didn't *try* and do somthing about it.

So that's what he was doing obviously.

Leo was the bravest person he knew. He had been through hell and back for his family, and even the world, for people he didn't know.

He was an incredible big brother, and leader, and Mikey decided this was his way to give back just a fraction of that kindness in return.

Then again.... the universe seemed pretty against him right now, blessing him with the lack of any physical copies, of any kind of jj comics, on the entire internet.

Mikey spent the whole night, scouring the internet, and using every website he could think of to find them, but alas, not a trace. Dammit, why couldn't dad have found really well known dvds and comics thrown away in the sewers for Leo's and Donnie's birthday? This situation would have been so much easier.

Maybe like Harry Potter, or something, he wonders how much different their life would be if that ever happened, maybe Dee would've believed in magic sooner. (he makes himself snort with that one).

It takes him 5 hours before he finally stops and decides to throw in the towel, he's going to have to quit, there isn't anything anywhere. Which just sucks, because Mikey hates losing, and hates giving up on anything even more, but he closes the laptop down anyway with a sigh, and shuffles down into a more comfortable position.

He glances at the clock across the room, and eughh boyyy.... Well it's 7 o'clock, so he's going to have to get up in 10 minutes to make breakfast.

He stayed awake all night.

Whoops.

Stupid vintage comics he thinks darkly.

He'll have to go up topside to try and find some in a comic book shop tommorow he thinks as he finally let's his exhaustion give in and closes his eyes.

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"UGHHHHHHHH," Mikey groaned loudly, dropping the comics in his now 5 fingered hands. His loud outburst garnering several odd looks from the staff and other shoppers in the store.

"April they have to be somwhere right??"

Casey and April both glanced at eachother, and then over at him sympathetically.

"Look Mikey..." April starts, before CJ pipes up next to her, having resumed flicking through the comics.

"Mikey, we have been to almost every comic shop in new York, big and small i mean this as politghtly as possible, I don't think we can get Leo's comics back." he looks at Mikey softly, "I'm sure he would appreciate the effort though."

He couldn't help but diflate at that, he's failed *again*, he's failed Leo....

April walked around the box, and pulled him into a hug that he happily buried himself into, and Casey, in a rare show of public affection, joins aswell.

But when he finally pulls apart and swipes an orange sleeve over his eyes, he suddenly gets a plan so cool, so ultimately awsome and incredibly smart that even *Leo* would be jealous.

"Okay, guys, I think i know what i need to do," he looked up at April and gave her the most mischievous grin he could offer "I think we're gonna need to take a trip to the art store."

"ohhohohohono what does that look mean?? What are you up to?" she squinted at him hands planted on hips

"hush now april," Casey places a hand on her shoulder, and the other on his heart "that look can only mean great things," he grinned "so Mikes where we heading?"

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Leo hopped across the platform over to Mike's train cart, his leg was acting up today much to his own dismay, not so bad to tell anyone though.... Just bad enough that walking was a little inconvenient, he probably didn't need any meds to be honest, he should be fine.

He gets to the door of the train cart and slams it to the side as hard as he can, (payback for the other day) it bangs when it hits the frame.

"Ohhhhhh Miguelllll!!!"

He gets sight of Mikey staring at his tablet, (it's almost a mirror of April without her glasses Leo thinks with a smile) before he slams his sketchbook closed, and shoves everything within arms reach off his desk, Leo has already been there a few seconds watching this unfold.

Okayyyy....That was....Odd...

"ohhhhhh hey Leoooo...," Mikey smiled nervously, hands tapping against his plastron. It's a stim he's had since was a tot, "so ummmm what are you doing in my room?"

"nothinnnnng.... So what were you drawing?" he glanced down at the sketchbook that had been shoved on the floor, still open, he could only make out the faint sketches of boxes and nothing else, before Mikey slammed it shut and held it to his chest.

"N-nothing," his little brothers face doesn't look caught anymore, it looks worried now, and that face twists somthing in Leo's stomach.

"wait, shit, Mikey have your hands been acting up again??" oh fuck oh no "Mikes we talked about this, if they start hurting you have to tell somone even if you don't think it feels that bad."

He feels a switch go off on his brain the second he thinks Mikey is hurt and everything else goes out the back window.

His little brother has a tendency to fix things, not in the way that Donnie does, with his intellect and his smarts, with nuts and bolts and tech and limitless knowledge.

Mikey fixes sadness, and hurt, he comforts and loves with a single minded focus that leaves anyone in its wake absolutely astonished at how plentiful and sincere it is.

No matter who it is, where it is, or when it is, if it's broken he'll fix it.

But he will *always* leave himself behind.

Its not intentional, he doesn't mean to, he'd take care of himself if he realized. But once Mikey has his mind made up? Its done. He'll get it done no matter what, leaving him to forget about himself.

He's lucky enough to have a family that recognises it, and help before it gets to bad.

"What no my hands are fine Leo seriously!"

"yeah Mikey, maybe so, but I'm still gonna take a look now put 'em out ."

Mikey doesn't retaliate, just takes his wraps off exasperatedly and lays his hands out for Leo to see.

He doesn't react when Leo softly presses down on the scars, and bends his finger and elbow joints gently so they probably weren't hurting.... And the shakes are small and unnoticeable unless you look hard.

So Mikey is fine.

Then why was he so jumpy before???

"hows your leg doing Leo?"

Leo's head snaps up to meet Mikey's gaze, feeling to shocked by sudden line of questioning to actually answer immediately.

"o-oh uhm my leg is fine Mikey, thanks for asking."

He feels the tension drain out of him now that he's sure Mikey isn't hurt, he looks fine, if a bit panicky, and Leo is starting to wonder what kind of secret he's hiding in his sketchbook. The blackmail opportunities could be unreal....

He's *definitely* trying to cover something up, now Leo *can* just outright say that he knows that, but watching Mikey try, and fail, to lie about it, would be waaaaay funnier.

"OH really.....?" Leo stares him dead in the face even though its not being returned at all "so if your hands aren't hurting, why won't you show me your art? what kind of things were you drawing exactly..?"

Mikey squeaks, and his face dips into his shell a little before popping out again fully, to yell "U-UH ITS TUPER SOP SECRET!!!"

Damn, Dontron probably heard that from his maximum security sound proofed lab, *and* with full volume music blasting through his headphones.

"awww come on, please tell me, please please please please!!" he clasps his hands together and makes what he hopes are decent puppy dog eyes.

His little brother doesn't answer him, instead he sinks down further in his shell.

"Mmmmmnnno, and you still haven't told me why you were in here either?"

Its probably the most awful attempt Leo has ever seen at changing the subject, but he takes pity on his brother and decides to go along with it anyway.

"Nothing really I was just bored and wanted to see if you wanted to come and play Mario kart with me?" he grins "you do owe me for the entertainment I provided you with the other day."

The box turtle visibly perks up at this face now fully visible.

"omigosh!! yes! absolutely! I would love to!!" he threw hi sketchbook behind him, and hopped off his chair "lead the way Leon!!"

Leo couldnt help the laugh that sputtered out of him. How Mikey could go from dying of fear, to sunshine and smiles in such a short time was beyond him.

"yeah yeah alright, would you mind giving me a hand though? my leg is kinda sore today."

Mikey swings round and looks at him accusingly "I thought you said it was fine??"

Oh shit yeah.

"Y-yeah it is!! its just a little sore, promise, now come on give me a hand you goof."

Mikey rolls his eyes, but can't help the grin that over takes his face and agreeably lends Leo his shoulder.

He won't bother Mike about whatever he's hiding, Leo may be crazy curious, but he knows that if Mikey does anything to dumb or to stupid, he's got him to rely on and go to when he's in need of help, so Leo feels comfortable in letting him hide whatever it is he's hiding, plus he thinks he'd know if it was somthing bad.

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It was roughly around 3am, and the little sleep Leo got these days was unfortunately interrupted yet again with another nightmare, another dream about the Kraang again, but this time it was concentrated on *Mikey*.

His mind kept playing a loop of the exact moment when Mikey left-when he was gone, gone gone gone gone gone, went cold in Leos arms and, and-Leo woke up. Drenched in his own sweat, hot and frozen at the same time, still stuck in the position he fell asleep in. Unable to move, it took him an eternity before his *useless* muscles finally dragged themselves upright and out of his bed.

He was sprinting towards Mikey's dimly lit glittery train cart before he even realized he was doing it. Chest heaving, and the ache in his leg only second hand awareness at best.

Warm orange light was pouring out of the cart, and the smell of that citrus diffuser his baby brother always insisted on using was so subtle, but so overwhelmingly comforting, that it sort of makes Leo want to cry.

The lights being on must me he's awake then, and Leo thanks pizza supreme in the sky, because waking up his brothers from the little sleep they got nowadays felt awful. And doing it to Mikey always felt the worst, because that was his little brother he was waking up, and for his own stupid needs too.

Stupid. stupid. stupid. Stupid.

He slides open the door as quietly as he can,his eyes taking a minute to adjust.

Mikey is passed out on the floor, pens pencils, headphones and other art supplies scattered around him and it makes his heart momentarily jump into his throat seeing he's not awake-not alive *not moving*. He snaps out of the spiral quickly though and realizes he needs to calm down right now or he's gonna pass out.

Having a panic attack in his little brothers room is not the most optimal place to do so, so the slider takes a minute to compose his frenzied nerves realizing how worse it's gotten since he woke up. So sitting next to his *sleeping* brother, he breathes in and out in slow even breathes, in the way they all learnt to, it was almost muscle memory by now.

Ha, if only it was that easy to actually calm down.

Leo stands up joints creaking and leg whining in the protest, oh right, he ran here, that's gonna hurt like a bitch tommorow he just knows it.

Picking Mikey up is usually no problem, hes small and lightweight compared to his brothers, but with his shaking arms and tired body, (that's currently down a leg) the task is almost monumental, and he feels out of breathe by the time he's dumped the box turtle into his hammock.

He can still hear soft music playing from Mikey's headphones and he picks them up and listens to it. His mind is still groggy from all the running and panicking, so it takes a second to realize whats playing.

Oh! It's Mr sunshine! Ha, he's so good.

Oh, wait. it's Mr sunshine. maybe they should talk about that later...

He turns the headphones off and puts it on his desk along with his pens, pencils, rubbers, rulers-who needs four rulers?? Where did he even get this all from?who needs this many art supplies and aren't half of these markers dried out anyway??

He can't even be bothered to ask right now, he unceremoniously dumps all of it back on the desk without further question, he picks up Mikey's phone, hoping that he was just listening to music and not staring at that it, would be awful for his eyes. But when he picks it up however he's not greeted with music, but a comic book. And not just any comic book, he notices belatedly,but his favourite.

Jupiter Jim and the eight giant dragons of evil why would he be reading that?

Leo blinks a few times, a bit confused to say the least, before he finally glances down at the sketchbook in his hands.

And sees and exact replica of the page but in pencil.

And then it clicks. everything clicks.

holy shit, Mikey is trying to recreate his favourite comic book. But there's no way??

Now Leo doesn't know much about art, he half listens to info dumps about trashy a.i art, and the hatred that Mikey has for wearing gas masks (against solid protests from himself, Raph and Donnie to do so otherwise

But Leo knows that making a comic book is *hard*, harder and more time consuming that it has any right to be, even for a good artist like Mikey-and he would know! He tried making his own when he was like 12 only to get frustrated an angry 2 minutes in, and quit (he hasn't tried since).

And secondly, how did he even realize he had wanted the real version of a comic anyway? He hadn't *asked* for one, hadn't hinted at wanting it. He swore Mikey was actually a fucking mind reader sometimes, maybe this was just another "mystic warrior thing" he doesn't get.

And then, the sudden, very violent urge to cry swamps him. Even if Mikey never finishes this project never gives it to him, he still *wanted* to.

The fact is, that Mikey, with injured arms, and a hundred other more intersting and wonderful projects more worth his time, is going to attempt to make a comic for *him* and it sort of makes Leo want to cry. It *does* make him cry.

He holds the sketchbook close to his plastron and let's the tears slip down his face. He doenst know what he'd do without his family, without Mikey, he doesn't know what he's Done to deserve the endless patience and comfort that his brothers provide.

He leaves after a minute or two, when the tears on his face stop flowing, leaving sticky trails down his face, and his breathing is no longer raggid from the crying. He leaves the sketchbook and phone where they are, closed and turned off.

Hopefully Mikey will think it was another brother that came in and fixed this all up for him. Or maybe he'll simply belive he cleaned up and put himself to bed and just doesn't remember.

"goodnight little brother, get a good rest."

_____~roughly 2 weeks later~________

Mikey took a deep breathe in, and a deep breathe out. His head was starting to ache from lying it down on his desk for so long, he had decided to take a short break from drawing Leo's comic a while ago, much to his disdain. Although he can't say specifically, since everything in his head feels like molasses, and he's to busy concentrating on the never ending pain in his hands to think about it for to long.

It feels almost nauseating. His body thrumming uncomfortable, the itchy, fiery energy getting stronger, hands shaking more fiercely until it reaches its peak, and his while body seizes up and let's go.

(Its his own fault, this doesn't happen unless he pushes himself to hard. Apparently 6 hours straight of art is not good for you.

Noted.)

He *wants* to pick his head up, he *wants* to carry on drawing, he *wants* to be able to do this for Leo, but he just *can't*. He's useless, his own body is betraying itself, consuming itself in and endless mystic well of power that it itself created, and Mikey can't do anything but sit here and whimper in the dark.

He feels pathetic, he doesn't even know how long it will last. The longest period was 6 hours, which is the closest to living hell he's ever been, beside watching Leo throw himself into the prison dimention, followed closely in second by opening the actual portal itself.

He can't even move enough to grab his phone and call his brothers, he can't scream or talk. So he sits there, and cries and sobs and hiccups openly, and loudly, praying that *someone* will hear him. Thankfully but no sooner than he had started crying, had the small sliver of light coming through his door begun to get bigger, and his train cart door began to open.

".... Angelo?."

It was donnie.

*Thank god.*

His voice was still failing him, unable to speak but overwhelmed with the desire to say *something*, he just cried harder.

"woah woah woah! Okay okay Angelo I'm right here okay? Your safe, your fine." he crouched down by the desk so he was closer to Mikey's face "I'm... I'm gonna pick you up now okay Angleo? If I end up hurting you in any way just uh chirp okay?"

Donnie put an arm underneath his legs and shell, and lifted him up into a bridal carry, pausing slightly to listen for the sound of Mikey's distressed chirp, before continuing forward towards his door. Mikey slumps and closes his eyes, pressing his warm face into Donnie's cool arm. He let's out a sigh of content, no longer cramped from being stuck in a stiff and awkward position, for who knows how long.

Donnie sighs,in that long suffering kind of way he always does when his family has done something stupid, but Mikey doesn't bother to open his eyes to see what face he makes.

Mikey thinks he must have fallen asleep at some point, because when he's next aware, he's being handed off to a very worried looking Raph.

"hey big man sorry to wake you up, you can carry on cuddling with Dee in a minute he just needs to do somthing okay?" Raph is smiling down at him and holds him just a little tighter.

Mikey nods, and rubs his eyes turning his head so he can look at the scene in front of him, (his hands barely even hurt anymore, maybe they rubbed that special cream that Draxum made on them) they're in the TV room now, illuminated by the projection screen paused hlaf way through on one of Leo's favourite movies, him and Donnie are placing various pillows and blankets on the floor.

Leo is whispering something to his twin in a frantic, worried, hushed tone that Mikey is to tired to parse right now.

But Donnie looks at Mikey for a fraction of a second, before rolling his eyes affectionately and placing down the last of the pillows, (they were probably talking about him, he hopes he isn't barred from making breakfast tommorow though, he wanted to make omelettes) huffing, when Raph unceremoniously flops down on top of them shell first, Mikey still being held against his plastron. Raph opens up his arms and Leo snuggles right up beside him, whilst Donnie snuggles into Raph's other side.

Mikey can feel himself start to drift off into comfortable sleep again, when he feels a familiar finger rudely poke him in the face. He opens his eyes just barely to see a familiar blue mask and worried brown eyes peering back at him.

"sorry mi hermano this'll be quick, I promise, what were you doing that caused your arms to flare up so badly?"

Mikey feels annoyed that he's being kept up for this but sighs and concedes "mmmmm I was drawing for a really long time.... and i didn't take any breaks..." he mumbles, shutting his eyes again, falling faster into darkness this time.

"oh....." Leo sighs softly "your to nice for you own good little brother..." Mikey barely even registers his brother's voice anymore, to busy falling asleep to even notice it.

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Mikey grins and closes the comic book, he holds it out in front of him looking at all his hard work.

Its done. It's finally done. It took him a month of non stop drawing almost every day to do it.

But he did it.

He puts the Comic down, just to spin around his room and kick his legs, orange flecks of mystic trailing behind his flapping arms.

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"Oh Leoooooooo~," he sang, sliding into the living room hiding the comic behind his back, and directly away from the view of his older brother "guess what."

"What?"

"I said guess."

"....Mikey are you being serious right now?"

"Yuppers!"

Leo threw his head back and sighed "you know I may sound like Donnie right now, but there are an infinite amount of things to guess from so you may have to give me a hint."

"okay! So I got you gift, buuuuuut you have to guess what it is."

Leo's back straightens and he stares at Mikey with much more exitement "wait are you being serious? You got me a gift?"

"Yeah haha I did, would you like me to just give it to you?" he feels nervous now, he's not really sure he's ready for this, but is going to do it anyway against his own better judgement.

"Uhm yes obviously?? Now gimme" Leo puts out his hands and makes a grabbing motion like an impatient child awaiting to be given something, it's clearly to lighten up the situations which Mikey is making weird with his nervousness.

"Pftttt okay okay here take it."

He walks over to Leo and passes him the comic praying that he likes it, Mikey does, he's so proud, but that means nothing if Leo doesnt like it.

Leo takes the comic and looks closer, his eyes widen when he realizes what it is he's holding, "oh my god Mikey did you *make* this?".

"mhm! I noticed you didn't have any physical copies of your comics and they can't be bought like anywhere, online or off, so I decided to make you one!"

Leo's hands tremble as he deftly turns each page oddly quiet.

Mikey watches as his face morphs into something warm and touched, his smile big and eyes watery-

Wait what?!?

A big fat tear slips down Leo's face without a hand coming to wipe it away and Mikey stands there stunned.

He's watched Leo cry many MANY MANY times, whether it be due to a scraped knee, or a broken scateboard when they were little or due to nightmares over the Kraang, Mikey's seen it all. Him and Leo have always cried the most. But he's never seen Leo cry over something as simple and as meaningless as a comic book before.

"Mikes, did you *make* this for me?" his voice wobbles as he speaks, a disbelieving smile still stretched across his face, still holding the book and flipping through its pages slowly and carefully, scanning each page like he hadn't read them all a million times before, like they were something new, something precious.

Mikey feels slightly vulnerable and embarrassed when Leo looks up at him, remembering that there are definitley some really awfully drawn pages in there, nights where his hands wouldn't stop shaking, or the pose was just to difficult and seeing him cry over it is a bit worrying.

Mikey looks at the corner of the room, man he should really do some dusting, "um, yeah, sorry by the way, some of them are really badly drawn, a-and i know you've already read it a million times so it's really not that goo-"

Leo cuts him off by grabbing the strap around his shell and pulling him down onto the been bag into a 10/10, ultimate crushing big brother hug.

Mikey doesn't fight it these hugs are the *best* hugs.

"mikey- i cant-*holy fuck*, this is like, the nicest and most thoughtful gift i have *ever* been given the fact you even noticed I missed my comics makes me want to hide in my shell and cry so hard my tear ducts will explode, don't you *ever* apologise ok?"

Mikey felt HIMSELF tear up.

Your artwork is incredible and so so beautiful, Leo sniffs and Mikey feels so happy, (he's pretty sure his arms are glowing, not that he can see from where his snout is buried in Leo's shoulder) "i can't believe you put in the effort even with your hands to make a whole comic book just to make me feel better, that must have taken forever."

"I'm-im-yeah, I'm so glad you it Leo."

They stay like that for far to long, sitting on a bean bag that is way to small to fit them both, laughing and chatting and crying whilst look through the comic.

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It's not his old comic book, with ink smudged and faded colours, with nights spent rereading and loving. cherished, on its spot on the shelf, with worn edges and a broken spine. It's not the gift he was given when he was 9, a start of a long love for the franchise, and hours in the further of areas of the sewers to find more of them.

It's not any of that but it's something *more*.

Becasue it's *Mickey*.

It's his little brothers drawing, its long nights spent caring about him, and hope to make him just a tiny bit happier.

It's work, and shaking arms and passion. It's family and love and warmth, it's sleepless nights and something handcrafted, and Leo can see it etched into every line of the page. It's not old like it used to be, it's something wonderful, and something new, it's a gift, and every single line is different now because the adoration Mikey has for all of his brothers is radiating out of them.

Each mistake on the page is another mark of Mikey, another mark of his gift and it's meaning.

He can't ever get back what he's lost, he'll never be the same as he was, but he thinks now, whilst looking at the pages softly, this is maybe just a little bit better, just a little but more exciting and new.

Mikey will never know what this means to Leo, because to him, this is just another "small" act of kindness the same as he'd do for anyone.

And although Leo would never admit it, it makes everything he's been through just a little more smaller, and a little less scary, because if something this good can happen out of somthing so miserable? then maybe the future won't be so awful after all, and maybe it never was, his brothers will always be there for him, and he can't believe he ever doubted them in the first place.

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Please remember the idea for this fic was written by turtleblogatlast

And here's the the original little script they wrote!!! Read original script

Goooooood hahaha so uhm I hope you like it!! (Also sorry this became a little more Mikey centric than it was supposed to be I am a Mikey kinnie and tend to make everything about him😭)

I absolutely love your writing and the things you do so just think of this as a thankyou gift for being so cool!

I wanted to sprinkle more of your headcannon in haha but I didn't know where to start or when I could mention them sorry:(

Also apologies for all my head cannons I could help myself

"I will make this fic purely for someone else and won't add my own headcannons!......... F*ck."

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geekiary · 2 years ago

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Tags: Badly injured character. Side character(s) death. Violence. Foul language.

Unexpectedly, I had a lot of fun watching this movie! While I really enjoyed Vol 1 that I watched it 4 times in cinema, Vol 2 was a little bit disappointing in my book, and then Vol 3 is good again!

Maybe I'm a little bit biased because Rocket is my favorite character and this movie makes everything about him; saving him, learning his past, making him have some closure and in the end making him the Captain of the GoTG. I love everything about it.

Nebula is also adapting well in her place, though I'm a little bit sad that I didn't get to see the Amazing Duo that is Nebula and Rocket more! The two could rule the world, really.

I'm also happy that Quill finally made peace with the current Gamora and not being too hang up as well. Chuckled there when I see how mundane his life become after he moved back with his grandpa though. Good for him!

Also Mantis finding herself! I won't mind if Marvel decides to make a series, maybe 20 mins long per episode, about Mantis solo adventure. Oh and how Nebula and Drax run Knowhere with all those children and animals! Gonna be fun, fun, fun.

Groot is always a delight. None can change my mind about him. He's so precious.

I cried a lot during the movie though. Especially about Rocket's past. And the way he cried so loud when Lylla died. God. It was such a heartbreaking scene.

All in all, I think it's a wonderful end for the trilogy.

#movie #review #gotg #gotg vol 3

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 2 years ago

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DSMP Friday Night Funkin AU

boyfriend- tommy

girlfriend- drista (platonically)

daddy dearest- dream

mommy mearest- george? maybe?

skid and pump- bee duo

monster- ??? (Wil maybe?)

pico- purpled

senpai- ???

tankman- ??? (maybe wil or quackity? idk)

#i am open to suggestions #gonna draw this #the storyline will obviously change a bit #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #fnf au #dsmp fnf au #not gonna tag all the duos/characters peace and love

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Quizzes

Synopsis: you and Tom take a Buzzfeed quiz

Masterlist

“Hi I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“And I’m Y/n L/n.” You greeted. “And today were taking some Marvel quizzes with Buzzfeed.”

“Are you ready, darling?” He asked you as he moved the laptop in between you.

“I’m ready to beat you.” You nodded.

“Is this a competition?” He asked the people behind the camera.

“It is now.” You stated. “Read the first question.”

“Which stone would you want power of?” Tom read off the screen. “I’m not gonna read the names of the stones because I don’t feel like embarrassing myself this early in the day.”

“I don’t actually know what any of them do.” You realized. “Do you know what they do?”

“The tesseract is a cube.” Tom said confidently.

“Yes, but that’s not an action.”

“Then I have no idea what any of them do.” He mumbled. You laughed at him and leaned your elbow on the back of his chair.

“Me either. This is why we both died in Infinity War.” You joked.

“Stop.” He playfully pushed you. “I think the reality stone would be cool because remember the fight between Doctor Strange and Thanos with all the pretty butterflies? We could just do that everyday and, you know, have world peace.”

“You’re right. We’re gonna go with reality stone.” You said to the camera as you clicked that answer.

“Next question.” Tom rubbed his hands together. “Which Disney character would you want on the Avengers?”

“Sorcerer Mickey.” You pointed to the picture of Mickey in his blue wizard hat. “Imagine getting tag teamed by a bunch of adults and a rat.”

“I’ve never seen the movie with this Mickey.” Tom realized. “I don’t remember this outfit.”

“I think it’s called Anastasia.” You told him.

“No, that’s a Broadway show.” Tom shook his head. “This is called Euthanasia.”

“It’s called Fantasia.” Someone behind the camera told you, making you and Tom exchange a knowing look.

“Oh.” You laughed. “I’m too embarrassed to pick sorcerer Mickey now so let’s go with the Genie. I think magic would be useful.”

“Genie.” Tom repeated as he clicked on it. “Next. Which DC character could defeat Thanos?”

“Let’s see them defeat the box office first.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You can’t say that.” Tom laughed in shock.

“But I did.” You shrugged. “What are they gonna do about it? They can’t even CGI a mustache.”

“Okay.” Toms laughed died down. “Next question. How would your closest friends describe you?”

“I don’t know.” You thought about it. “How would you describe me?”

“Beautiful.” Tom said simply.

“Fair enough.” You laughed shyly. “I mean, fair enough.”

“Caring, loyal, creative, funny, kind, successful.” Tom read off the options. “I mean, you’re all of these things. But when I think of you…”

Tom stopped in the middle of his sentence as a wide smile broke out on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him.

“Because I’m thinking of you.” He told you.

“Aw. Is disgusting an option?” You asked sweetly.

“Shut up.” He pushed you again. “I’m choosing funny.”

“Good choice.” You nodded and went to the nest question.

“Which dynamic duo is your favorite?” Tom read off the screen.

“I was thinking Thor and Loki.” You decided after surveying the options.

“Me too.” Tom agreed. “But I don’t really know what dynamic means, if I’m honest.”

“Me either.” You realized. “Let’s just move on. Which weird or unconventional superpower would you want to possess?”

“I think to read and instantly memorize.” Tom answered. “That would help with scripts.”

“When I worked in retail, costumers would have to punch in their social security number if they forgot their store card and I would see it on my screen.” You told Tom with a coy smile.

“Oh?” He laughed in confusion.

“I could commit in with theft in bulk.” You stated. “I’d just memorize all their social security numbers without even trying.”

“Oh my God.” He groaned and went to the next question.

“Who’s origin story is your personal favorite?” You read out loud.

“The way that neither of us are listed as an option.” Tom mumbled under his breath when he saw the choices.

“Your origin wasn’t even in your movie.” You laughed. “They jumped right in and said y’all know the drill. Dead uncle, no more glasses, and instant abs.”

“I’m torn because Steven Strange’s is about healing and putting yourself back together and Steve Rogers is about perseverance and determination.” Tom sighed as he tried to decide.

“And being skinny.” You winked at the camera.

“I’m also leaning towards Carol Danvers because women.” Tom ignored you.

“I’m gonna pick Steve because his story is sweet.” You decided and clicked on the option.

“And finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?”

“I don’t know. I’m perfect.” Tom said smugly.

“Is being a massive liar an option?” You asked the camera crew.

“Leave me alone.” He nudged your side. “I would say reckless. Between the two of us, there are four brain cells and two of them are playing Uno.”

“I agree.” You chuckled. “Pick that one.”

Tom clicked the option and it brought you to the end of the quiz.

“We made it! We survived!” You cheered as you turned to high five him. Tom high fived both your hands and before slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for having us Buzzfeed.” He said into the camera. “I haven’t been Y/n L/n.”

“And I haven’t been Tom Holland.” You smiled. “Until next time.”

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mychemicalimagines · 3 years ago

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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 4

Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!

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Third Person POV

Early the next morning, the family plus one were on the road in the Hoover’s VW bus, all tired from the premature wake-up. Richard’s driving with his wife in the passenger seat. Frank and Olive are in the second row, with the younger one listening to her over-the-ear headphones, music blasting. Grandpa is sitting behind her, in the last row with Tyler and Dwayne next to him, in that order.

Her head is tilted back, staring at the front of the bus while her best friend reads next to her. Sheryl came in around five a.m., waking them up from their peaceful sleep. They had an hour to get ready with both of them taking separate showers before they were on the road. It’s only been a few hours and they’re all bored while their stomachs rumble.

Dwayne puts his book down as Tyler reaches over and takes his notepad off his leg. He raises an eyebrow as she scribbles on a new page, showing it to him. He closes his book and places it under his left leg, taking his pen from her hand. He places an X in the middle square, starting the game of tic-tac-toe she drew up.

Grandpa dozes off before shaking his head to try and stay awake.

“Jesus, I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. You know how tired I am?” He mumbles before turning to the teens beside him, causing them to look up at him. “If some girl came up to me…begged me to fuck her…I couldn’t do it.”

“Dad!” Richard glances back.

“That’s how tired I am.” He continues, ignoring his son.

Tyler glances at her best friend who shakes his head slightly at her. She looks back down at the notepad as his step-father carries on.

“Watch the language, huh?”

“She’s listening to music!” He looks at his granddaughter and speaks loudly. “Hey Olive, I’ll give you a million dollars if you turn around!”

Olive bobs her head to the beat of the music, oblivious to the world around her. Sheryl and Richard turn around to look at the young girl.

“Okay, still, the rest of us.” His son says, glancing back at him.

“But the rest of you…” He starts off before looking at the teens beside him.

He watches as Dwayne hands her the pen and she scribbles on the notepad, winning the third game. Tyler smirks to herself as her best friend grabs the pad and closes it, putting it on his lap. He crosses his arms and pouts slightly, losing two out of the three games. Before she can say anything to him, Grandpa gently taps her arm with the back of his hand.

She looks up first, causing Dwayne to turn in his head toward his step-grandfather.

“Can I give you two some advice?” He asks, causing Dwayne to shake his head no. “Well, I’m gonna give it to you anyway. I don’t want you guys to make the same mistakes I made when I was young.”

“Can’t wait to hear this.” Richard mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Dwayne - that’s your name, right? Dwayne?” He asks, looking at the boy.

Sheryl raises an eyebrow and glances at her husband. He doesn’t know her son’s name and he’s been around him for eleven years? Grandpa continues, not allowing him to answer.

“And you’re Tyler? This is the voice of experience talking. Are you two listening?” Both of them nod their head slightly, wondering where he’s going with this speech, but they soon regret it. “Fuck a lot of women, Dwayne. Tyler, fuck as many guys as you can. Not just one. A lot of them.”

“Dad! Hey, Dad!” Richard speaks up, wanting the conversation to end quickly.

Both teens look away, blushing as he tries to give his wisdom. Mortified, Dwayne scoots in his seat toward the window, trying to get away from the older man. Embarrassed, Tyler sinks down in her seat slightly and digs her face into Dwayne’s shoulder, scooting with him. He uncrosses one of his arms to take her hand, trying to comfort her even though he’s in the same boat.

She squeezes his hand, wanting to go back home but they’re already too far away. Frank, amused, can’t help but glance back every so often. Richard proceeds to try to talk over his father.

“You guys are fuckin’, right?” He continues his investigation. “You can tell me. Are you guys fuckin’?”

“Dad! That’s enough!” Richard calls out, not wanting to know.

They quickly shake their heads no, not looking at him.

“Jesus! You guys are what? Fifteen?” He asks, slightly shocked.

“Uh, Seventeen, sir…” Tyler answers, glancing at him, but puts her eyes back on her and Dwayne’s linked hands.

“Seventeen?! And you guys aren’t fuckin’? What the hell do you guys do in that room alone?!” He asks, rhetorically. “You gettin’ any? From anyone?”

They shake their heads no again, wanting to crawl in a hole and hide.

“My God! You guys should be gettin’ that young stuff! That young stuff is the best in the world!”

“Dad!” Richard snaps. “Stop it!”

“Would you kindly not interrupt me, Richard?” Grandpa calls up to him before looking back at the teens. “Look, right now you two are jailbait, they’re jailbait. Next year, the minute you turn eighteen, BAM! You’re looking at three to five.”

He chuckles softly as his son yells again.

“Dad, I will pull this truck over right now!”

“So pull the truck over! You’re not gonna shut me up! Fuck you! I can say what I want!” Grandpa yells back. “I still got Nazi bullets in my ass!”

“Ah, the Nazi bullets!” Richard throws his hand up, tired of hearing about the bullets.

“You’re as bad as those fuckers at Sunset Manor!” His dad yells out to his son which causes him to smack the horn.

Tyler looks up at Dwayne as he squeezes her hand again. He blinks a few times, hoping she gets his silent message. She nods softly, knowing he’s asking if she’s okay. He pulls their conjoined hands so it’s resting on his knee. Leaning toward him again, she puts her head on his shoulder, hoping the conversation is over with.

Still embarrassed, Dwayne lays his own head on top of hers, and closes his eyes. Ty, still holding his hand, rubs her thumb over his knuckles and stares at their hands. She’s got this feeling that if she looks up Dwayne’s step-granddad will try to continue the conversation. Frank, remembering Sunset Manor from yesterday’s dinner, smirks to himself.

“What happened at Sunset Manor?”

“Frank, don’t encourage him.” Sheryl says, glancing back at her brother.

“What happened? I’ll tell you what happened. I paid my money. They took my money. I should be able to do what the fuck I want!”

Sheryl turns around and whispers, pointing to her nose, making sure Olive isn’t paying attention.

“He started snorting heroin.”

“You started snorting heroin?!” Frank asks in a normal voice, turning back to look at the older man.

“I’m old!” Grandpa says, his voice still loud.

“You know, that stuff’ll kill you.” He says, turning back toward the front.

“What am I, an idiot?” He says before looking back at Tyler and Dwayne, lowering his tone as he sees their position. “And don’t you guys start taking that shit. When you’re young, you’re crazy to do that stuff.”

Both reluctantly sit straight, removing their heads from each other before nodding softly, telling him they weren’t gonna start using drugs.

“What about you?” Frank tilts his head toward the back.

“What about me? I’m old. When you’re old, you’re crazy not to do it.”

“We tried! Believe me.” Sheryl says, glancing back at her brother again. “The intervention was a fiasco. He’s worse than a two-year-old.”

Dwayne lets out a soft snicker, slouches down a little in his seat, and tucks his face against Tyler’s neck to keep from letting out a louder chuckle. Tyler bites her lips to keep from giggling, both from Sheryl’s comment, but also from the feeling of her best friend’s breath against the side of her neck.

She plays with his fingers, focusing on just the two of them rather than everyone else in the van.

“Can we please talk about something else now?” Richard asks, glancing at the rearview mirror.

Frank had other ideas. He speaks up almost immediately after his brother-in-law.

“I take it you didn’t like it at Sunset Manor?”

“Frank.” Sheryl glances back at him.

“Are you kidding? It was a fuckin’ paradise! They got a pool. They got golf. Now, I’m stuck with Mr. Happy here, sleeping on a fuckin’ sofa.” Grandpa says, throwing a hand out toward his son.

He then scoots forward in his seat to talk to Frank, his elbows propped up on the back of the bench seat in front of him. Tyler leans toward Dwayne more, not wanting to get in Grandpa’s way. He removes his face from her neck and allows her to get comfortable. He watches her for a moment, relaxes in his own seat, listening to his step-grandfather.

Frank, noticing Grandpa’s movement, turns in his seat more to look at him.

“Look, I know you’re a homo and all, but maybe you can appreciate this. You go to one of those places, there’s four women for every guy.” He continues with his description. “Can you imagine what that’s like?”

“You must’ve been very busy.” Frank grins slightly.

“Woah! I had second-degree burns on my johnson. I kid you not.”

“Really?”

“Forget about it.” He says with a chuckle before sitting back in his seat.

Noticing her Uncle Frank was turned around, Olive takes off her headphones and turns around to look at her Grandpa.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Grandpa glances at Frank and the teens before looking at her.

“Politics.”

“Oh.” She says before turning around, putting her headphones on again, clearly not interested in the topic of conversation going on around her.

He waits till knows she’s listening to her music before tapping Tyler again. She looks up at him again, slightly nervous. Feeling her move, Dwayne looks away from their conjoined hands, looking up.

“Fuck a lot of people, guys. I got no reason to lie to you. Not just one person. Not just each other. A lot of them.” Dwayne nods softly, before turning his head to look out the window. “You heard what I said? Did it go in anywhere?”

“Yeah, I think we get the point, Dad.” Richard says, glancing back in the mirror again.

The teenage boy ignores him and lets go of Tyler’s hand. He picks up his notepad from his lap before clicking the pen. He begins writing, causing her to lean forward to catch what he’s scribbling.

“Don’t show me the pad. I don’t want to see the fuckin’ pad.” Grandpa says, looking away from them.

Tyler rolls her eyes and looks back down when he tilts it toward her slightly.

‘Can you take his voice box out?’

Tyler giggles and shakes her head. Dwayne gives her playful pout and scribbles on the pad again.

‘Please?’

She leans in close to his ear so no one else could hear.

“I forgot my fork.”

He bites his lip, stopping the laugh from escaping as he closes his notepad. Putting it under his leg with his book, he holds his hand open on his leg, glancing at her. She smiles softly and loops her arm around his before taking his hand again. She never notices the blush on his cheeks as he laces their fingers.

He also never notices the blush on her own cheeks as he looks out the window.

It’s been about two hours since the very awkward conversations between Grandpa and the two older teens that sat next to him. Since they skipped breakfast to get the early start, Richard decided to park at a diner that was located not far off the highway. Now, they’re all packed in a large booth, Tyler sitting between Dwayne and Olive.

They’re all looking at their menus, reading through everything. At this point, everything looks so good, but not even their family can eat everything on the menu. Olive looks up at her mother, adjusting her glasses.

“Mom, how much can we spend?”

“Um, I’d say four dollars?” Sheryl says, glancing down at her with a smile. “Anything under four.”

Olive nods as the waitress approaches with a small grin.

“Hi! You ready?” She asks, holding up her order pad.

“Yeah. I’m gonna have the uh, number five.” Richard says, closing his menu to rub his eyes. “And coffee, please.”

Sheryl waits for her to finish writing her husband's order before she places her own.

“A number seven, over easy. And grapefruit juice.”

“Grapefruit.” The waitress copies, letting the woman know she heard her as she writes.

“Fruit plate.” Frank says when she looks at him. “And do you have Chamomile?”

“Yes.” She smiles.

“With honey, thanks.” He says, closing his menu.

Dwayne pulls out his notepad and begins to write what he wanted. Tyler glances down, ready to order for him as she already has chosen what she wanted.

“The Lumberjack with coffee.” Grandpa says, staring at his menu. “Extra bacon.”

“Dad, you should probably…” Richard starts but his wife cuts him off.

“Richard, don’t start.” She looks down at Olive’s menu, helping her pick.

“He’s gonna kill himself.” He gestures.

“It’s his life.” She shrugs.

“Thank you, Sheryl.” Grandpa says, closing his menu.

The waitress looks toward Tyler, seeing she is ready next.

“Can I please get pancakes with bacon, please? With apple juice?” She smiles.

“You got it.” The waitress smiles as she writes it down.

“And he’ll have the garden salad, with apple juice as well.” Ty continues for her best friend.

“Garden salad?” The waitress asks, checking with Dwayne.

He nods, with her a small, strained smile. As the woman writes it down, he looks at Tyler with a grateful smile, who just grins at him.

“And, you?” The Waitress looks at Olive, her being the last one.

“Umm…I-I…Sorry.” She says, still looking at her menu. “I’m sorry.”

“Take your time.” She smiles, watching her.

“Don’t apologize, Olive.” Richard speaks up. “It’s a sign of weakness.”

Frank and Tyler look toward the man, glaring at him slightly as Dwayne drops his head in annoyance.

“Umm, well, I want…Okay! Okay! I know what I want. Okay, can I get the waffles and, uh, what does ‘A la mod-ee’ mean?” She asks, looking up at the waitress.

“Oh! It means it comes with ice cream!” She grins.

“Okay! A la mod-ee then!” She smiles widely.

“Olive, for breakfast?” Sheryl looks down at her.

“You said four dollars.” She answers, closing her menu.

“Okay. You’re right.” She smiles while handing the menu to the waitress. “Thank you.”

“Be right back.” She says, taking the menus before walking away from the table.

“Actually, Olive…” Frank starts, revealing some educational facts. “A la mode in French translates literally as ‘in the fashion’. A…la…mode…”

Tyler, Olive and Sheryl smile and listen, actually thinking it’s interesting while Dwayne stares at him, emotionless, not really caring, but he’s listening. Grandpa glances at Olive with a small smile on his lips, noticing she’s very entertained by the small lesson.

“Mode is derived from the Latin ‘modus’, meaning due or proper measure…”

“Frank, shut up.” Richard says, closing his cell phone.

“Richard!” Sheryl says, shock in her voice.

Frank shakes his head slightly, knowing this would have happened eventually. Tyler blows air out of her nose and bites her lip, keeping her mouth shut.

“Olive, can I tell you something about ice cream?” Richard asks, looking at his daughter who nods at his question. “Ice cream is made from cream, which comes from cow’s milk. And cream has a lot of fat in it…”

“Richard…” Sheryl says, lowering her voice slightly.

“What? ‘She’s gonna find out anyway.’ Right?” He raises an eyebrow, quoting her from the day before.

“What?” Olive asks, glancing at her mother. “Find out what?”

“Well, when you eat ice-cream, the fat in the ice cream becomes fat on your body.” He continues, causing tension around the table.

Grandpa looks at him with a hardened expression. Frank rolls his eyes. Dwayne stares at him with anger in his eyes. Tyler shoots Richard a death glare, despite him not paying her any attention. She shakes her head slightly, annoyed at the so-called ‘father figure’ at the table. Feeling a gentle touch against her thigh, she looks down to see Dwayne holding his hand out to her, discreetly and under the table.

Letting out a soft, quiet sigh, she places her palm against his, and laces their fingers together. With her free hand, she reaches over and plays with the hair ties he keeps on his wrist for her. The motions of her fingertips playing with the two bands on his wrist help to calm her down before she can say what she wants to Richard.

Dwayne gently squeezes her hand and a soft smile tugs on his lips as he looks down at the table in front of him, studying the worn out grain of the wooden table. Frank sneaks a glance at teen duo, and smiles to himself when he sees how close they are and how they are with each other. Olive looks around the table, confused.

“What? What’s wrong?” Her voice soft and full of innocence and confusion.

“Nothing, honey.” Sheryl shakes her head. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“So if you eat lots of ice cream…” Richard speaks up again, ignoring his wife, and continuing on his rant about why not to eat ice cream. “You might become fat. If you don’t, you’ll stay nice and skinny, sweetie.”

He gently pats her hands that are resting on the table.

Sheryl holds the bridge of her nose, shaking her head in irritation. Who the hell says this to a seven year old? Especially their own daughter. Geez. Dwayne squeezes Ty’s hand, stopping her from doing anything as he feels her shaking slightly in anger.

“Mom…?” Olive lowers her voice, confused at the conversation at hand.

“Olive, Richard is an idiot.” Grandpa speaks up, hoping to make his granddaughter feel better. “I like a woman with meat on her bones.”

He looks toward Frank and Dwayne who are both nodding at his words, agreeing with both aspects of his statements.

“I don’t…Why is everyone so upset?” Olive asks, glancing around at everyone before her eyes land on her mom.

“No, no one’s upset, honey.” She says, glaring at her husband for a second before taking her daughter’s hand. “I just want you to understand, it’s okay to be skinny and it’s okay to be fat, if that’s how you want to be. Whatever you want, it’s okay.”

Richard rolls his eyes before speaking again.

“Okay, but Olive let me ask you this. The women in Miss America…? Are they skinny or are they fat?”

“Well, they’re skinny, I guess.” She looks up at him.

“Okay, so they probably don’t eat a lot of ice cream.”

Sheryl glares at her husband, who just shrugs with a small smirk, hinting ‘she’s gonna find out anyway’. Before anyone can open their mouth to retort, the waitress arrives with a tray.

“Okay! Coffee. Coffee. Grapefruit. Chamomile. Apple Juice. Apple Juice.” She says, putting the drinks down in front of everyone. “And here’s your ice cream. A la mod-ee right? I’ll be back with your waffles in a second.”

Olive just stares at the bowl of ice cream as soon as the waitress sets it down in front of her, and doesn’t even pay attention to her walking away. While she’s excited to be able to have ice cream with her meal, her father’s words echo in her mind. Taking in a deep breath and letting out a big sigh for such a little girl, she speaks up in a defeated tone.

“Does anyone want my ice cream?”

Sheryl closes her eyes, silently seething at what her husband’s now done to their daughter. Grandpa jerks his head up and looks at Olive, and tries to lighten the mood a little in an attempt to cheer her up.

“Yeah, I’d like a little.” He looks at her before grinning at the folks between him and Olive. “Dwayne? Frank? Tyler? Olive’s not gonna have her ice cream.”

The three of them all quickly look up, glancing between the youngest and oldest people sitting at the table. Frank gets a spoon, and looks at Olive.

“You mind if I have a little?” He asks.

Dwayne nods slightly, letting go of his best friend's hand to grab his own spoon. Using his napkin, he wipes the top of his utensil before digging in.

Tyler gives Olive a goofy grin as she grabs her own spoon. She scoops up a little of the ice cream, moaning at the taste once it touches her tongue. Olive cracks a small smile at the teen’s gentle, playful teasing. At her insistence, everyone at the table, with the exception of Richard and Olive, digs in, taking bites of the ice cream.

Dwayne gets some of the dairy and pretends it’s an airplane, maneuvering the spoon in the air in front of his sister and best friend before putting it into his mouth.

“Boy, this is good ice cream!” Grandpa says, loudly, grinning. “I feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t want to enjoy their ice cream so early in the morning.” He sneaks a glance at his granddaughter.

“Mmm!” Sheryl says, tasting the ice cream.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have some, Olive? Those waffles are gonna be so lonely in there!”

Tyler lets out a soft giggle as she takes a small bite of the dessert. “He’s right, you know?”

She gets another spoonful of it and holds it in front of Olive, doing her best to cheer up the young girl, who’s practically become like a little sister to her over the years. She sighs as she notices the young girl covering her face. They need another tactic, but it seems like Grandpa’s is starting to work.

“Hey, Olive.” She whispers, leaning close as she eats the ice cream off her spoon

She moves her hand, looking up at her unofficially adopted sister.

“How many times have we eaten ice cream together in the living room?” She raises an eyebrow, her voice is quiet.

“A lot…” She answers, slightly confused.

“Am I fat?” She grins softly.

“Wait.” Olive speaks up after thinking over her question.

Everyone around the table pauses with their spoons in the air and looks at her, waiting to see what she’s going to do.

“Stop! Don’t eat it all!” She exclaims.

Dwayne gives her, and only her, a gentle smile as he watches her pick up her spoon, fighting them off, and reaching for her bowl. Tyler grins and pats her shoulder.

“There we go!”

Olive has a big grin on her face as she takes a bite of her ice cream.

“Alright, Olive…” Richard sighs, shaking his head.

“Richard!” Sheryl glares at him, her tone one of warning and anger.

The tone of her voice alone is enough to get him to shut his mouth. Dwayne picks up his straw and tears a piece of paper off the end. Pulling out the plastic slightly, he puts the straw up to his mouth and blows, shooting the paper directly into his step-father’s face.

His best friend bites her lip, hiding the smile on her face. Dwayne smirks and puts his straw into his drink before once again discreetly putting his hand under the table. Tyler, feeling his movement, puts her own under the table, lacing her fingers with his.

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distressed-demon · 2 years ago

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POV you go to a con and come across someone with the same cosplay as u

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Finding your Blorbo on other parts of the internet, in which you'd never expect to see your Blorbo is such a wonderful experience

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Medic x Sniper

Prompt from Discord: Skinny Dipping

Warnings: None (that I can think of? It's all very SFW and doesn't go into any detail)

When Ludwig agreed to accompany Mundy on a camping trip, he didn't expect the Bushman to suggest they go skinny dipping.

To be fair, the Kiwi made a few fair points; "S'not like anyone's gonna take a gander at us, we're the only people for miles around!! An' it's dark now, so it's not gonna be like we're seein' much."

The doctor had agreed. In fact, he was the first of the two of them to slip into the chilly river they'd (read: Sniper) set up camp next to. He pounced at his partner when Sniper waded in, the duo giggling brightly in the cool water, the moonlight casting them in a silvery light.

They shared tender touches, gentle words and sweet nothings. Small promises and careful kisses. Compliments were exchanged, and quiet reassurances.

It's quiet out here, Medic thought lazily as Mundy trailed kisses down the back of his neck. Peaceful, and charming. With nothing to bother us.

And as much as he would have loved to savor the moment, Sniper forced his head beneath the water, prompting another round of rough play.

Ludwig took particular notice to how animalistic the Kiwi was. He'd playfully growl, and show off those fangs he sported. It wasn't uncommon for him to surprise the doctor, as he moved through the water without creating hardly a ripple. It reminded Medic of a crocodile, and it put him at slight unease.

Until, of course, Sniper slowed down for a moment, letting Ludwig take a moment to appreciate his boyfriend.

Mundy was lithe, not skinny. His muscles were nicely toned, and he'd clearly endured some physical labour in his life. He was nicely tanned, as well as a fair amount of hair, which complimented his skin tone, at least in Ludwig's mind. The German also took notice to the way the Kiwi's bones were still visible beneath the skin, creating edges and contours that, were this any other place, or time, Medic would have loved to follow with a precise, careful touch.

But, for now, he had to be content with just the sight of his lover; the roughish, lone wolf with a kind soul and laid-back demeanor. The man who would always listen to Medic rant, even if he didn't have any idea what the German was on about. The man who was always so quick to comfort him, and compliment him, and love him, unconditionally, with everything he had.

The thought had brought tears to the doctor's eyes.

But all too soon, they had to stop, their bodies sore and tired from their romp in the river. So that's why they're here, wearing nothing but boxers and a blanket as they sat together at the edge of a fire, warming up a bit and getting ready for bed.

Ludwig turned his head, burying his face in Sniper's neck. "I'm glad you invited me out here, schatz. This was... The most wonderful way to spend time with you. I couldn't have asked for anything else. Today... Today was perfect."

Mundy smiled, carefully helping the doctor to lay down so their eyes fell to the swathe of stars in the sky. "Of course, Snapdragon. You mean the world to me. I love you... More than I can ever say."

As they shared a few more lazy, tired and loving words, they finally succumbed to slumber, their bodies resting perfectly against each other, like two halves of a whole.

[Anyways if this doesn't make any sense do tell me, in running on very little sleep here and I want feedback before I post this to Teufort Shenanigans]

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My #1 post of 2022

Anyways this morning I've come to a delightful conclusion:

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ahundredtimesover · 4 years ago

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Like a Thief in the Night (FNTO 3)

What were you both trying to prove? That two people can remain just friends?

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, popstar/idol!jk, fluff, angst, future smut; this is a dialogue-heavy series so read if you’re into that!

Warnings: foul language, these characters talk alot bc I talk alot, eventual smut

Word count: 4,800

Series summary: You meet pop star/idol Jeon Jungkook at the café, you get close, and as Hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. But you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

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A/N: JK gets some sense knocked into him thanks to Seokjin and Jimin bc I am a jinminkook stan. Italicized parts refer to past events. Listen to Home by 1D to prep you for part 4!

Jungkook covers his face with his hands, elbows leaning on the table, right leg shaking constantly. He’s been listening to the track over and over again; the hook sounded good yesterday but why does it seem lacking today?

“Fuck, I’m not gonna get this done in time,” he curses to himself. It has been a few days since he arrived in L.A. and had met with the producer he reached out to just as he planned.

He’s been staying holed up in his hotel room though, his daily gym visits being the only other thing, aside from the concerts, that he looks forward to, given the old couple and father-and-son duos he’s been seeing there everyday. The guys and the rest of the team won’t arrive until a few days later, and he hasn’t had any motivation to go around the city.

He plays the track one more time. Maybe this time he’ll figure out what’s missing; is it in the melody? The lyrics? But unsurprisingly, he doesn’t. It sounds just like it did a minute ago, yesterday, 2 days ago.

You won’t get any more productive being cooped up in here, he’d told you that Saturday when he dragged you out of your apartment for a little excursion.

It’s been over a week since then. He’d told you the words you always tell him when he’s groaning in frustration to you over the phone because of a certain pitch he can’t get right, or over words that don’t seem to capture what he wants to say.

He closes his eyes, head thrown over the desk chair and he lets out another grunt. Artists need to go out for inspiration and you don’t seem like you’re getting it here.

He closes his laptop, wears a cap over his head, and readies himself to go out. “Damn it, Y/N, you win. You always do,” he says to himself, and walks out the door.

It’s quite windy for a summer day in August in L.A., but the sun is still high up enough, slightly blinding Jungkook. The skies are clear, and he thinks it’s a good enough day as any to finally take a trip to the Griffith Observatory.

He didn’t do much, just stared out at the city below him and enjoyed the fresh air he’d finally allowed himself to breathe. He could see the clouds so clearly from here, all soft and puffy.

I’d eat those, you’d said not long ago when you were having brunch on your terrace, the warm summer air of Seoul hitting your faces. Of course, you’d eat anything, he’d answered back, earning a smack from you. That makes both of us, you’d said.

He lets out a low groan. You again. “It’s just clouds, for fuck’s sake,” he says to himself. Somehow this seemed to signal to him that it was time to go.

A hotdog sandwich and soda later, Jungkook finds himself in Hancock Park, the sun slowly dipping down the horizon, making it a good time to just lay on the sprawling greens by the perfectly lined palm trees.

With hands behind his head, he thinks that it's been a good day. Why you’d said that L.A. isn’t your cup of tea, he never found out. The city seems so dynamic, interesting; it has a little something for everyone, especially the food. He should ask you some time.

Jungkook pauses his thoughts. Ask you? Why should he? He basically shunned you away, ghosted you for a week and convinced the company to allow him to leave early so he could meet with the producer he could very easily meet in between shows, just so he could get away from you as quickly as possible.

The confused, pleading, and then defeated look on your face bore into his mind, unwillingly etched there along with the happier images of you - eating your favorite red bean ice cream, laughing so hard that no sound comes out of your mouth, your scrunched up face when drinking sodas, furrowed eyebrows when working, and finally, your sleeping figure bunched up underneath a thick fleece blanket, soft snores escaping you.

That last one will always be his favorite, had been since that first time you’d asked him to sleep next to you.

He woke up earlier than you that Sunday, the day after your little trip, body already used to their early morning wake up calls. You were both under the covers, with you taking up most of the blanket, as always. He softly laughed at this when he realized that half of his body was exposed, but this gave him a reason to scoot closer to you and feel your warmth, so he wasn’t complaining.

You looked so peaceful, so soft, even with slightly furrowed brows as you were engulfed in your dream. A loose strand of hair fell on your face, which he’d tucked gently behind your ear. A smile befell him, thinking of the way his heart was currently beating slow and fast at the same time. How was that even possible?

But he didn’t mind it, didn’t even think to find an answer. He’d already given up on finding reasons for what you’d been doing to him, what you’d been making him feel.

He decided right then and there that he will no longer run from what he’s feeling for you, that he will no longer play this up as something that just happened.

He’s a firm believer of destiny anyway, and yesterday, this moment right now, he feels like he’d dreamt it all before. He’s meant to be here with you, just as he was meant to be at your aunt’s cafe that September day last year to run into you, or that night out last New Year's when Chaewon had lost her car key and was too preoccupied to take care of you so he did, leading to that fateful morning of you in your underwear almost stabbing him - you both did agree that experience solidified your friendship, after all.

Every other moment after that with you felt real, and more than anything, it felt right. He fell asleep again not long after, your steady breathing lulling him to sleep. His last thought was of the next time he’d wake up next to you like this again, and his heart softens at the thought.

He shakes his head, anger and frustration building up again, not at you but at himself. He was deliberate in his avoidance of you that whole week before he left.

He’d missed you when you were busy and he somehow felt empty. He crashed your Saturday and took you on a little trip - he remembers how fast his heart would beat whenever you’d lean on him, butterflies in his stomach suddenly having grown in size.

After you’d thanked him for being such a great friend - he winces at the word - he felt his heart shatter slowly, and then all at once.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary because you thank him constantly. He thinks it’s because you feel he could be doing something else other than spend time with you because time for him is a luxury; wealthy as he is, it’s something he can not afford. He never told you though that spending time with you is one of the things he looks forward to, sort of an escape but also a taste of normalcy he’s barely afforded.

But after a while, your expression of gratitude became more specific - it wasn’t just time you were thanking him for, it was his attention, his care, his thoughtfulness… his friendship.

Fate was playing a game with him, he thinks, that at the moment he’d decided what he wanted from you and what he could give you - his time, his world, his love at some point - you’d decided to define him, as your friend. How cruel, he whispers to himself.

He tries to think as you do. You’d probably call him silly for his musings because you never believed in fate or destiny, always thought that things happen as they do, because they do - no grand plan, no specific reason, just a reason, and that was enough for you.

He goes home from his sightseeing and allows himself to think about you again that night, and the night after. He thinks about your plump lips, soft against his chapped ones. He thinks about how it felt with you close to him, your arms wrapped around his; fingertips just slightly brushing. He’s glad you’d never lay your head on his chest when you sleep, at least he doesn’t know what that feels like - what you don’t know can’t hurt you, after all.

He let the sound of your laughter and your out of tune singing sing him to sleep, over and over playing in his head. He tortures himself like this. It’s all he could do to get back at himself on your behalf, he thinks. You hurt him without knowing, and he hurt you right back.

“Mind sharing what’s interesting about that text message, Jungkook?” Yoongi calls out from across the table.

The guys are finally in the U.S., the morning of rehearsal having just wrapped up and everyone is backstage for a lunch break.

Hoseok shoots Yoongi a look, as if to tell him to talk about it only when Jungkook brings it up first. The older man only shrugs.

Jungkook picks this up, though; he picks up everything. He knows his hyungs as much as they know him. The questions about the meeting with the producer, how the mixtape is going, any sights he’d seen, new food he’d tried. They’re trying, he figures.

He could sense the glances everyone is giving each other but him, the topic-change when the conversation is heading to the topic of you, the clearing of throats, the awkward silences.

“Y/N texted,” Jungkook says after one of those awkward silences. He stares at the screen, as he’s been doing since last night when, just as he was about to finally doze off at 3AM, his phone lights up. You probably thought he was already asleep, not knowing the agony he was putting himself through.

Everyone falls silent but looks at him softly. Seokjin turns to Yoongi, as if telling him to say something and finish what he started, but Namjoin gets to it first.

“You can talk about it, or not. Depends on what you think will help you be ready for the next 2 nights of shows,” the leader says. “Just let us know.”

Jungkook sighs. “I hate myself enough just thinking about her. I don’t know what I’d be if I start talking,” he says.

“We’ve got time after tomorrow,” he resigns. Everyone nods in agreement. “I need to be at my best for these two nights,” Jungkook says, and proceeds to keep his phone in his pocket and heads out.

Y/N: There’s no proper way to say this but I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I thought I had it all figured out. I wanted too many things from you but couldn’t commit to anything. I was selfish and unfair. I hate myself for hurting you the way I did and you didn’t deserve any of that. I’m so sorry.

Jungkook reads the text over and over again, as if doing so will clarify things for him. Wanted too many things? Couldn’t commit to anything? What did you mean? He called you selfish and unfair that day when you showed up at his place, and he hates himself for it, he hopes more than you hate yourself for hurting him.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook, I told her about you leaving early,” Jimin starts. “I probably should’ve picked up that something was wrong when you seemed off that whole day after you got back from her place and should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, hyung,” he responds. “If I hadn’t been an idiot and ghosted her for a week, we could’ve settled it properly instead of dragging you guys into this,” Jungkook says, looking up from his phone.

He figures you’d eventually reach out to one of the guys about him. Seokjin had likewise reached out to you the other day, asking what was going on, that much he’s said.

“She also didn’t say much when I asked,” Seokjin says from across the table, beer bottle in hand.

The guys are in a new city and have the next day just for rehearsals. He and Jimin had knocked on Jungkook’s hotel room, in hopes that the younger would be willing to talk.

“But she did sound pretty out of it,” the elder continues. “What happened, Kook? Everything seemed to be going so well with you two. Unless it’s what we think it is.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook shoots both of them a confused look.

Jimin sighs. “Who fell first?” He questions. Jungkook’s eyes go wide, but then again, that’s what always happens right? He’s been in denial long enough that you and he were going to go down that route, but his hyungs weren’t.

Jungkook shuts his eyes before taking a deep breath.

“I did, at that moment,” he says, referring to that Sunday morning. “I mean, I think I’d felt something before then, but it felt faint, like something fleeting, something abstract, like a thought.” Jungkook drifts a bit, eyes glowing to the memory of you under the blankets.

“But I woke up that morning next to her and I don’t know, for the first time it felt different from all the other mornings. It felt tangible, like something I could hold onto and touch and feel and savor, not just an abstract idea of a person or a feeling,” he looks at his hyungs, eyes shining before they turn downcast. “But she thanked me for being a great friend.”

“Ouch,” Seokjin quips. “No wonder you’ve been moping.”

“I’ve been doing worse,” Jungkook responds. “I’ve been torturing myself, playing that morning, and that day at my house before I left, over and over again.”

“Why are you punishing yourself?” Jimin asks.

“Because I lashed out on her. I called her selfish and unfair. I told her I wanted to get away from her, that she’s the problem.”

At this, the two older men look at him, shock painted on their faces at the reveal. This doesn’t sound like their sweet little Kookie, expressing such anger that way.

“I didn’t talk to her for days and she stood there looking worried and sad and I lashed out. I essentially blamed her for the feelings I couldn’t control. She looked at me like I was the one breaking her heart.”

“Maybe you were, too. Breaking her heart, I mean.” Seokjin quips. At this, Jungkook sighs. “Maybe not in the way you think but… did you even hear her out?”

“No…” Jungkook responds. He didn’t give you a chance. You stood there, demanding an explanation, and he blew you off.

“Well, I doubt she’d say much. She didn’t know how you were feeling before then, did you really expect anything more? What happened to talking it out? You two always did that,” Jimin asks.

“Yeah but not about this, not about feelings.”

“What kind of people flirt, kiss, sleep next to each other, and not talk about feelings?” Jimin continues.

“Idiots, cowards, naive people…” Seokjin answers, looking upset. The other two men could’ve easily missed the bitter tone of his voice.

“Yoongi hyung is that you?” Jungkook asks, a laugh almost escaping his lips.

“He’s rubbing off on me but the point is, that’s what you both are. What were you both trying to prove? That two people can remain just friends? She hadn’t let anyone in since her breakup, and you…” Seokjin gesticulates, trying to find the right words for Jungkook. “You are you, Jungkook. You don’t willingly make time just for anyone because you, we, don’t have enough of it. But you always, always make time for her. Both of you kept doing what you were doing, whatever it was, and did you really think staying in the gray area was sustainable? Look what happened!” Seokjin is out of breath, clearly this means a lot to him too.

“I thought you’d learned enough from me,” he emphasizes the last word, pointing to himself.

Jungkook and Jimin both soften at the elder, almost forgetting that he knows a thing or two about staying in the gray area, too afraid of crossing invisible lines, too naive to think that good things stay.

“I teased along with everyone else because you two were enjoying yourselves, seemingly mature enough to roll with the punches and laugh along without it being awkward, and I’m not gonna lie, you guys were pretty cute too, but so many times I wanted to smack your head to knock some sense into you,” he continues.

“You can never be too complacent about these things, Jungkook. You can never just resign into thinking that the person who makes you feel this happy, this right, can be kept at a distance and just stay there.”

Jungkook feels it’s cathartic to Seokjin as much as it is for him. He’s right. Both of you should’ve talked about it at some point, perhaps after that first and second kiss, perhaps when it became routine to do that whenever he slept over, perhaps when it started to feel so right having your lips onto his. You were both being naive, thinking that things would remain as good as it was as time went on.

He should’ve said something earlier, or perhaps talked to you right after that day instead of avoiding you. But more importantly, he shouldn’t have lashed out on you the way he did. His anger was misplaced. Perhaps he was angry at himself for letting it get as far as it did, for letting it affect him as much as it did.

He let you sneak in his heart just like that, like a thief in the night you crawled in and took from him, and he let you, he always let you. And he never complained because he wanted it too. He wanted you, in whatever way he could have you, but he let his own cowardice get the best of him that day at his house. He lashed out because he was scared, more than anything, that you didn’t feel the same way.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Seokjin says after a long silence has engulfed the three men, everyone finding a spot in the room to focus on, letting the words sink in.

“We could all tell how happy she makes you and how soft you are for her. I mean, you let her give you shit for thinking that Ironman is the best Avenger and you never complain when she wears your clothes,” he continues, a smile forming on his lips.

Seokjin, like the rest of the guys, feel very protective of the youngest. They feel they’ve done their part in raising him and want nothing more than for him to be happy, seeing the amount of pressure he puts on himself.

“You don’t find that person just anywhere, Jungkook, especially not with the kind of life we live. I would’ve hoped you understood that and made you sure you wouldn’t lose her,” he continues.

“Yah, don’t get ahead of yourself, hyung. He hasn’t lost her yet,” Jimin says, looking at Jungkook to confirm.

Jungkook buries his face on his hands. “I don’t know, I hope not. But I said hurtful things to her and I can’t take them back. And I’m thousands of miles away and I can’t just fix things from here.”

“Do you even know what you want now? After everything that’s happened?” Seokjin asks.

“I don’t know, depends on what she wants too, I guess,” Jungkook responds.

“Well, you didn’t even give her a chance to say anything so how would you know,” Jimin states the obvious.

Jungkook lets out a low growl. Of course he didn’t give you a chance to say anything because he left you hanging, all messages unopened, all calls unanswered. And then he left. He felt so brave walking on this undefined territory with you but chickened out the moment things got serious.

“Look, just… give both of yourselves time. You can’t do much from here anyway, and you’re both too out of it right now to know what to do next,” Seokjin advises. He knows better than anyone that giving yourself time is most important.

“But what if she decides she doesn’t want any of this anymore? That she doesn’t wanna talk to me or have anything to do with me when I get back?”

“Yah! Give yourselves more credit. I know it’s hard but you need to have faith in your friendship, at least,” Jimin reprimands the younger boy. “We’ve still got over a month into this leg of the tour and that’s enough time to figure yourself out.”

Jungkook comforts himself with this thought. But can he manage spending all this time away from you, knowing he left things on a bad note? He can’t fault himself enough for how he left things, and now he has to put faith in your shared friendship that things were going to be okay.

If you’re meant to be together, it’ll happen; that should be enough, right? He’ll go home soon, and he’ll see you at some point, that’s if you still want to see him. He just has less than 2 months to figure out what he wants, and moreso, what he could give.

It’s been 6 weeks since that day at Jungkook’s house when he implied he had feelings for you.

You know what else is nice? Calling me to come over on Friday nights when you didn't feel like being out, asking me to stay the night and having me sleep next to you, kissing me and saying you liked waking up next to me then telling me that ‘this feels nice and comfortable and fun’ and that I really am a great friend, he told you then. You were an idiot, that much you’ve figured out.

Other than busying you with a trip to the carnival, baseball nights, arcade Saturdays, and gallons of Baskin Robbins, your friends have done their part in helping you process your feelings and figure out exactly what you feel for the doe-eyed boy.

They helped you backtrack, as if your story was some sort of mystery that needed clues that would eventually point to what you were looking for - the moment it all changed, for you and maybe for him, too.

But you realized it wasn’t exactly a moment, it was a series of them - the first time he took you home when you were drunk, that night he came over when you were crying over your ex, when he sang to you over the phone because the thunder was scaring you, when you cried together after rewatching Avengers: Endgame for the nth time… when you first kissed and he tasted of beer and his strawberry chapstick, when you kissed the second time and he didn’t pull away.

You let yourself drown in those little kisses more than you care to admit. It was all you could give him and you felt it was all he could give in return. You both never went past that act; on your end it was because you knew that anything beyond that would lead to wanting more, something you knew he couldn’t give, something you told yourself not to expect.

He’d come over whenever he could when you asked, he’d stay over when it was okay to do so. You ask once and nothing more, nothing more than a peck on the lips, nothing more than a Friday evening or a Sunday morning, nothing more than a quick hug, nothing more than a “thank you.”

You knew all this, hence, why you conditioned yourself to think that what you both were was all that you could ever be. He told you once that relationships tend to get messy and he already has enough crazy to deal with. That stuck with you, and perhaps that’s when your mind made the decision to not look at him as anything more.

But you still kept pushing it, subconsciously you think, knowing there was still an invisible line you shouldn’t cross. You kept doing what you wanted, just waiting for him to say no, but he never did. He never does. He’s always quick to make it up to you when he turns you down.

This thought suddenly makes you angry. Why didn’t he just say no? That would’ve been better, you think. He could’ve just rejected you instead of coaxing you into this unfamiliar and undefined territory. Now you’re both stuck, unsure of what to do next. You carved this out though, you remind yourself.

Anything “more” with him was definitely not an option, so you created your own path towards something that isn’t “more,” just something short of it.

You look over the last communication you had with him. You sent him a message, a few days after he left when you’d had some sense knocked into you, apologizing. That’s all you could’ve given him then, an apology. Not an acceptable explanation, not a promise, not a solution or a way out; just an apology, in hopes that it would be enough.

You sent him a “Happy birthday, I hope you enjoy today!” greeting coupled with a photo of a cupcake with a candle you’d bought just for him on that first week of September. He replied but a “Thank you.” Nothing more.

Seokjin and Jimin reached out to you too, in the days following Jungkook’s departure. They’re letting him deal with it in whatever way works for him, they said. The priority is making sure he’s at his best for the shows, for the fans. You understood this, of course. The stage is where he’s at his happiest. You’re glad he’ll always have that.

The guys will be resting at least a week after they get back before preparing for the final 3 days of the tour in Seoul. You don’t have long before then.

The day after Jungkook left, you had that epiphany moment with Hyejin where she told you that perhaps you’d just done whatever you wanted because you wanted everything and nothing at the same time but couldn’t commit to either. You thought you had everything figured out without realizing that in fact, you didn’t. You had 2 months to figure your shit out, and you did.

It was that one afternoon when you absentmindedly picked up banana milk at the supermarket when you intended to just get chocolate milk at the dairy section. It baffled you when you opened your eco bag to see the yellow box, as if the universe was playing a trick on you. You stared at it like it had grown eyes or something, until you realized the other items in your refrigerator, your pantry, your counter that was all for him.

His favorite cereals on the top shelf, his Nutella and banana beside your peanut butter, his favorite biscuits in the cabinet, the mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer. Even his favorite toothpaste is in your bathroom.

And you smiled. You smiled at how silly you seemed. It’s not just that you couldn’t get the thought of him off you, it’s that you didn’t want to. You’d willingly let him be a part of your life, of your everyday.

You miss him so much, more than you thought you ever could. All you want to do is talk to him even if you’re hurt and angry and upset. You just want him, even if things are confusing. You just want him even if you don’t know what he’s feeling after everything.

You want it to work, no matter what it takes. You won’t walk away from this if it doesn’t work out the way you normally do. You’ll stay and try until it does, hoping to all that is good that he feels the same way.

As the end of September rolls in, the feelings of fear, anxiety, and excitement start to engulf you. They’ll be back soon, and Jimin had said he’ll message once they arrive. You’d given each other time; the two months felt like two years. That should be enough.

You’re lounging at your terrace, Sunday night in full swing for those with interesting and put-together lives unlike you. And then your phone beeps, signaling a message.

JM: Hi, Y/N. We’re home!

part 2 drabble <<>> part 4

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#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts fic #bts jungkook #idol jungkook

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years ago

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Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

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btschooseafic · 4 years ago

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: There’s no shortage of hard work as they get closer to their debut, with a album photo jacket shoot and a music video shoot.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 21: Hard work / Part 1 / Part 2

Music Video Shoot, No More Dream-May 18th 2013

The music video was going to be filmed in a studio in Gwanju. Aviva woke up extra early to make lunchboxes for the boys, before she had to drive them down.

Soonyoung wandered into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.

She looked around at the lunchboxes and frowned.

“You do too much for those boys.”

Aviva shook her head. “I don’t think so. They work hard, so I just want to support them. And it makes me happy to do so, you know.”

“Well, I’m glad it makes you happy, but you need to take care of yourself too, you know.” She pointed at the lunchboxes. “There are only seven of those, did you even think about what you would be eating?” Aviva blinked slowly. Soonyoung sighed and waved her hand. “You go get dressed, I’ll throw something together for you.”

“I love you.” Aviva kissed her on the cheek as she left the room.

“Love you too!”

In the waiting room, Aviva fiddled with the settings on her camera.

“Hi, noona,” Jungkook said, sitting next to her. “Like my makeup?”

She glanced at him. “Yeah. You look cool. I like the eyeliner.” She looked back at her camera, frowning.

“Wow, is that a new camera?” He wondered. She nodded. “Looks fancy.”

“It was a gift from the company,” she told him quietly. “Chief Kyungso and the marketing team liked my idea about posting the behind the scenes footage and want me to do a whole series.”

He smiled. “Daebak!”

“I guess…”

He titled his head. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It is, but I’m worried about getting enough footage,” she admitted.

“I can help you with that,” Jungkook said. “I’ve got a camera too!” He pulled his out of his bag. “Let’s go find something interesting to film.”

Jungkook approached Jimin. He got a close up shot of Jimin’s face.

Aviva switched her camera on, filming Jungkook filming Jimin.

“Filming like this… what are you planning to do?” Jimin asked him suspiciously.

“Zoom~ Zoom~ Zoom~” Jungkook sang, zooming in on Jimin’s face. Aviva laughed quietly. Jungkook turned his head and grinned and at her, still filming Jimin. “See? Now you’ve got two angles on Jiminie, that’s interesting enough, right?”

“Ah, my skin’s not really…” Jimin held his hand up to block Jungkook’s shot.

“Your skin looks great,” Aviva assured him. “The fans are gonna be jealous.”

Jimin giggled nervously.

Jungkook turned, getting a shot of himself in the mirror. Aviva ducked out of the way. Jimin popped his head up to block Jungkook’s shot.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked. “I’m filming here…” Jimin smirked playfully, stepping in the way again. “Ah…” Jimin kept blocking his shot as Jungkook kept trying. Finally Jungkook held the camera high over Jimin’s head. Jimin pouted.

“No fair!” He grumbled. Jungkook laughed. “Yah!” Jimin walked away.

“What are you up to?” Hoseok walked over to them in one of his music outfits.

“I’m helping Avi-noona with her behind the scenes footage!” Jungkook told him. Hoseok looked at her.

“Is he being helpful?”

Aviva made a noncommittal noise. “Yah!” Jungkook said.

Hoseok laughed.

“You have cheered me up, though,” Aviva told Jungkook. He smiled.

“How do I look, Avi Avi?” Hoseok asked her.

“Hmm…” She leaned her hand on her hip, studying him. “Pretty good.”

Hoseok pouted.“Only pretty good?”

“She told me I looked cool,” Jungkook bragged.

“Of course.” Hoseok tapped his camera lens. “That’s cause you’re her favorite.”

“I don’t have favorites,” Aviva said. “And don’t mess with his camera lens, it’s not polite.”

Hoseok sighed. “You don’t think I look cool?”

“It’s just not as… impactful as the other looks,” Aviva thought. “I think I like the spiked hair and the plain mask look the best.” He blinked at her.

“You memorized all my outfits?”

“To the best of my ability…” She grimaced. “Fashion eludes me. Joonho-ssi has a list of streetwear brand names for me to memorize.”

Hoseok laughed. “I have faith in your abilities, Avi-yah.”

“Anyway, I think all three of us are good-looking!” Jungkook said, gesturing at them. Hoseok nodded and grinned. Aviva pressed her lips together uncertainly.

“Don’t you argue with that,” Hoseok said, wagging his finger at her.

“Ah, can I get a video of you two together?” Aviva asked, holding up her camera.

Hoseok laughed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject, but, okay.”

“Let’s do it!” Jungkook switched off his camera. “What’s up?” Hoseok held up a peace sign and pouted at her. “We’ve come!”

“Yeah!” Hoseok wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

“Log duo!”

“Log duo.” Hoseok nodded, clapping him on the shoulder. They stared at her. “Is there anything you wanted us to do in particular?”

“Um…” Aviva bit her lip.

“What should we play with…?” Jungkook looked around.

“What should we do~” Hoseok singsonged.

“Let’s try and guess the answer~” Jungkook sang.

Aviva’s phone went off. “Ah, time for your close-up, Hobi!”

“Want to tag along?” He offered. She nodded.

“Is it okay?” Jin asked, gesturing down at himself. “Do I look cool?”

Aviva tilted her head.

“Not your best look,” she said honestly. Jin’s eyes widened. She waved her hands hurriedly. “Ah, but that’s just a personal preference—I’m sure there will be some people who prefer this look!”

“Oh?” He smirked a little. “What look do you prefer, then?”

“Hmmm… I think I liked the black top on you better,” she told him. “Shows off your arms better.” He blushed slightly, but nodded.

“I do have good shoulders.”

Namjoon walked up to them. “What are you two talking about?”

“Jin-oppa’s shoulders,” Aviva told him. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“And that was so important you needed to film it?” He pointed to Aviva’s camera.

“You were filming that?” Jin asked.

“…I’m still filming,” Aviva informed him. Namjoon laughed as Jin made an embarrassed noise. “I thought you noticed!” She bowed slightly. “Sorry, I’ll edit it.”

“Alright, alright.” Jin sighed. “What about you?” He looked at Namjoon. “You seem nervous.”

Namjoon blinked at him.“I do?”

“A bit,” Aviva agreed.

“I guess I have been wondering…” Namjoon pushed his sunglasses down over his face and looked at her. “We’ll be able to do well, right?”

Jin and Aviva exchanged a knowing look.

“Of course,” Jin said. “I’m too handsome for it not to go well!”

“…On a more serious note—” Aviva said.

“Yah!” Jin protested. “I am being serious!” Namjoon snorted.

“—However it’s received, you’re working hard, so you should feel proud of that,” she said, looking at both of them.

Namjoon squeezed her shoulder. “Thanks.”

During the lunch break, Aviva brought the lunchboxes into the waiting room.

“Yes!” Jungkook said.

Jimin looked almost tearful.

“Why are you so surprised?” Aviva asked him. “You’re the one who asked me to…”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” He hugged her. “You’re the best manager ever!”

Aviva patted him on the back a bit. Hoseok gave her a thumb’s up.

“How come yours looks different?” Jin asked her as they ate.

“Oh, Soonie made this one for me,” she told him, smiling fondly down at the food.

“…Switch with me?” Jin asked, holding out his lunchbox.

“Yah, appreciate the effort manager-nim went to!” Namjoon said, kicking Jin’s foot.

“I do appreciate the effort,” Jin said. “Really, I do. I just…” He gazed longingly at Aviva’s lunchbox. She chewed for a moment and then held out a bite on her chopsticks. Jin blinked at her and then leaned over—Taehyung chomped it up before he had the chance. Everyone laughed.

Aviva watched nervously as Yoongi climbed over to sit on the hood of a school bus.

“Don’t worry manager-noona!” Jimin said. “I didn’t fall off, so I doubt he will!”

“I will if you keep yelling like that!” Yoongi shouted back at him.

“Quiet on set!” The director called out.

Aviva filmed Yoongi as he fooled around with the basketball.

He spun it over his arms. “Want to see it in reverse?” He asked her. She nodded. “Okay. So you keep at it, and then…” He flipped it over his shoulder, around his head onto his other arm.

“Ooh!” Hoseok said from behind them.

“Not bad!” Namjoon agreed. Yoongi grinned, bouncing the ball and then losing it. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa…” Hoseok snorted as Yoongi ran after the ball. “Not bad?”

“Not bad!” Hoseok teased.

“It’s not easy,” Yoongi said, coming back over to them. “But since it’s a leather ball, it’s quite lightweight and easy to spin too…” He spun it on his finger.

“Hyung, pass it!” Jungkook said from the side.

Yoongi bounced it to him.

“I played basketball back in the day,” Yoongi told Aviva.

“I know,” she told him, switching off the camera. He smiled.

“And you played soccer.”

“Eh, is that right?” Hoseok asked. “I want to play play soccer with you~”

“How come you didn’t come play with us when we filmed the graduation video?” Jungkook wondered, still bouncing the ball.

“I had meetings all day that day, remember?” She told him.

“Oh yeah…” Jungkook tossed it the ball at her. She trapped it against her chest (narrowly avoiding her camera hanging by her stomach) dropping it to her feet, and stepping on it.

“That doesn’t hurt?” Hoseok wondered. “With the…” He motioned at her chest.

“Yah!” Jungkook said, frowning at him. “Leave her alone.”

“I was just asking a question,” Hoseok said.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Aviva said. “You’re supposed to catch it here.” She tapped the top of her chest, just under her collarbone. “Not… lower…”

“Hmmm…” Hoseok stared at her.

“Hope,” Namjoon warned him.

Aviva kicked the ball, catching Hoseok between the legs.

“Ow, fuck, Avi, why’d you do that?” He said as the other three boys laughed and winced.

“What, did it hurt?” She asked, blinking innocently at him.

“This is a long day~” Jungkook thought, retrieving the ball.

Because they would be working very long days during the shoot, they would be sleeping at a hostel nearby.

Aviva drove them to the building and then went to her room with a few assistants. The other girls were drinking and gossiping, but Aviva fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

May 19th 2013

On the second day of shooting, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Aviva headed out a little early. Hoseok spent the morning with his family, while Jungkook and Aviva had offered to help with the set design.

By the time the others arrived on set, Jungkook and Aviva were putting the finishing touches on the graffiti they’d done.

“Avi-yah~” Jin whined, hugging her from behind. “I don’t know how you always drive these brats around. They never stop squabbling.”

Aviva shrugged. “You get used to it.” Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. “Ah, they want you in hair and makeup.”

Aviva followed Yoongi as he got ready for his solo shot.

“Ah, I’m nervous.” He looked at her. “Do I look cool?”

She looked him over.

“You’re sweating a lot…” She handed him a packet of tissues. He held them to his face, pouting. “But you still look cool.”

He smiled. “Thanks.” He let out a breath. “Ah, it’s warm today.”

Aviva nodded. “Jiminie and Kook keep walking around with their shirts off.”

“They do that anyway,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Manager-noona~” Taehyung said as he approached them. “The director wanted to talk to you.” Her brow furrowed.

“I wonder what for?”

They followed her. It turned out, the director was asking her if she wanted to be one of the extras in the group scenes. Aviva thanked him and politely refused.

“You should have done it!” Taehyung whined. “Then we would’ve got to see you dressed up cutely! Did you see the girl in the leather shorts? You would look so cool…”

“It’s fine,” Aviva said. “I don’t have to look cool, that’s your job.”

Taehyung frowned. They looked up as the break was called to an end. “We have to do well for our fans…”

“You’ve got this,” Aviva told him.

“It’s not that hard!” Hoseok said after they finished filming the scene. But his laugh was a little breathless.

“Hope,” Joonho said, walking onto set. “It’s time to change masks.”

Hoseok groaned. “It’s hard to breath in that thing.”

Joonho grimaced. “Sorry.” He helped fit it onto Hoseok’s face.

“You look cool, hyung!” Jungkook assured him. “We can do it!”

“It’s so warm…” Hoseok muttered. Aviva reached over and carefully dabbed at Hoseok’s forehead with a tissue. He smiled. “Thanks, manager-nim~”

“Getting more behind the scenes footage?” Yoongi asked as he spotted Aviva walking around with her camera. She hummed in affirmation. “Hmmm. Watch this.” Yoongi started to dance to the music playing in the room. “Jin-hyung, Jungkookie!” Yoongi shouted at the nearest two members. “Get over here!”

“Okay!” Jungkook said excitedly.

“If I must…” Jin sighed, coming over. The three of them danced through one of their routines. Aviva couldn’t help but laughing, several of the stylists and makeup artists joining her. Kim Jihye, the young leader of the makeup team laughed the loudest.

“Aw, fuck,” Aviva muttered, frowning at the screen on her camera.

“Aviva-yah!” Jin said, putting his hand to his chest, looking appalled. “Such language!”

“Blame him.” Aviva pointed at Namjoon. “He taught me how to curse in Korean.”

Jin advanced on him.

“Now, hold on, hyung!” Namjoon said, speeding away as Jin went after him.

“I don’t know why he doesn’t let us curse,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“He lets me and the hyungs curse if we’re not around the rest of you,” Taehyung said.

“But, I’m older than you,” Aviva said.

Jimin frowned. “And I’m the same age as you!”

Taehyung shrugged. “You three…” He pointed at them and then Jungkook. “Have an air of innocence to you that really gets to him.”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s easy to want to baby you.” Aviva frowned. “Anyway, what’s wrong with the camera?”

“It’s stuck in night vision some how,” she said, showing it to him.

“Huh…” Jungkook turned it on himself, folding the screen back so he could look at the footage while he filmed. He made faces and wiggled his fingers. “That’s kind of fun.”

“Let me see.” Jimin took it from him. “I look like a vampire! I look cool!” He giggled. “Oh! Not bad…”

“My turn.” Taehyung took it. “Ah, you’re right, manager-noona, that is night view.” He quietly sang some of the lyrics to No More Dream as he is filmed himself. “Hyung, you want a try?” He held the camera out to Yoongi. Yoongi took it.

“I look like I have cat eyes…” He smirked. “Interesting…”

Aviva laughed. “Okay, maybe I can use this footage after all.”

May 20th 2013

Aviva was leaning on the car, drinking cheap coffee out of a paper cup when the boys walked up to her with suspicious smiles on their faces.

“…What’s up?” She asked them.

“Happy Coming of Age Day!” Jin said, pulling a small bouquet of roses out from behind his back and holding it out to her. She stared at it.

“We couldn’t afford twenty, but we each chipped in for one,” Namjoon told her.

“And Soonyoung-noona gave me this to give you from her mom,” Hoseok said, holding up a bottle of perfume. “Honestly, I’m still confused about whether we’re supposed to come of age this year, or next year, but…” He shrugged. “I guess we can always celebrate twice?”

“You two and Yoongi-hyung get this year, because of the new ordinance, and I get next year with those two,” Namjoon said, pointing at Jimin and Taehyung.

Aviva took the yellow crystal bottle from Hoseok.

“From Soonyoung’s mom?” She asked quietly.

“That’s what noona told me,” Hoseok said. Aviva wiped at her wet eyes with the back of her hand. Hoseok’s eyes widened. “You okay, Avi?” She nodded.

“I just didn’t expect her to…”

“I’ll drive again this morning,” Jin said. “You take the flowers and give me the car keys.”

She frowned. “But you complained so much about it yesterday!”

“Promise I won’t complain,” he said. “Just take the flowers.” She sighed and reached into her pocket, giving him the keys and taking the bouquet.

She sat in the back next to the window and Hoseok.

“What about you?” She asked him as Jin drove.

“My parents gave me presents yesterday!” Hoseok told her.

“Also, they’ve been fighting over who gets to give you a kiss all morning!” Jungkook told her. He laughed as other boys shot him various annoyed and embarrassed looks.

“Nobody gave me a kiss,” Yoongi muttered. Aviva glanced at him.

When they got out of the car at the studio, Aviva leaned up and kissed Yoongi on the cheek. He grinned widely.

“Oh, and…” Aviva took Hoseok’s hand and kissed him on the knuckles.

He gasped, resting his hand on his chest.

“My prince!”

Jungkook snickered. Jin nodded. “My charming apprentice.”

Namjoon sighed. “Save one for me next year, Avi…”

“Me too!” Taehyung said.

“And me!” Jimin added.

“And for you!” Hoseok nuzzled the side of her face and then gave her a kiss on her temple.

Towards the end of the day, they stood in the hallway, waiting for the next scene to be prepped.

“How’s everyone feeling?” Aviva asked, getting a shot of them standing side by side.

“I’m a bit sad, since it’s the last day of shooting,” Jimin said.

Jin attacked him with a hug.

Aviva’s phone buzzed. “Ah, makeup and hair check!”

Everyone started to disperse. Jihye ran over to Jimin with a small comb that she used to adjust his eyelashes. Aviva frowned, looking around.

“Where’s Kook?”

“What are you doing without me?” Jungkook asked, popping into frame and pouting.

“Just asking how everybody’s doing,” Aviva told him.

“And hugging people!” Jin said, hugging him from behind.

Jungkook winced.

“You okay, Kookie?” Aviva asked him.

“Pretty good, except for this headache.” Jungkook motioned at his head.

“Eh, you have a headache?” Jin said.

“Still missing Yoongi-oppa…” Aviva muttered, looking around.

“You called?” Yoongi walked over, looking curious as he wrapped his arm around Jin’s shoulders. Jungkook nodded, still wincing.

“Yeah, I have a headache.”

“I know the cure for a headache,” Jin bragged.

Jungkook looked at him. “What is it?”

“It becomes fine if you have pain in other places,” Jin explained.

“Seokjin-oppa…” Aviva said, sending him a warning look.

“Yap!” Hoseok said, coming up behind Jungkook and slapping him on the back.

“Hoseok!” Aviva scolded.

“Yap!” Jin punched him on the shoulder.

“Yap!” Yoongi did as well.

“Looks painful,” Hoseok said, grinning.

“Boys…” Aviva said, glaring at them. Hoseok laughed and ran.

“Sorry!” Jin whined.

“Say it to him, not me,” Aviva said, pointing at Jungkook.

“Sorry!” Jin repeated to Jungkook, before running off after Hobi.

“Don’t worry, noona,” Jungkook said, smiling at her. “I actually feel better now.” He went after them, bouncing the basketball he was holding.

“…You’re all so stupid,” Aviva muttered.

“Well…” Yoongi wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You’re the one filming it all.”

She blinked. “Well… stupidity can be entertaining sometimes.”

He laughed.

“That was fun,” Jungkook thought as the day ended.

“Yeah~” Hoseok said. “Who says hard work can’t be fun?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung agreed. “Although it would’ve been even more fun if manager had agreed to be one of the extras…” He looked at her. She frowned.

“I told you, I’d rather be behind a camera than in front of it.”

“But I wanted to see you all dressed up!” Jimin said, pouting.

June 2nd 2013

“Okay,” Aviva said, sitting at her desk in the office as Tae hovered nervously behind her. “Here it goes.” She clicked post, and Tae’s profile photo and member announcement tweet went out. He cheered and squeezed her shoulders.

“I can’t believe it! I’m not a secret member anymore!”

“Congratulations!” She said, smiling at him.

“When are the others going to be posted?” Tae wondered.

“Hmmm… we have Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook tomorrow, and then Rap Monster, Suga, and J-Hope the day after,” she told him. “Oh, and the day after that, we’ll be posting the official tracklist!”

The day after the tracklist was posted to twitter, the first teaser trailer was released for the No More Dream music video. It featured footage of the boys scribbling over a chalkboard on the set, with a little monologue voice over in English by Rap Monster as he introduced them.

A few days later, the second teaser trailer, which was just edited clips from the music video, was released.

A large group of people gathered in a room at the offices to watch the music video together on the day it launched.

“I still think the helicopter is over dramatic,” Jin muttered.

“Are you really the person to be calling anything overdramatic?” Yoongi wondered. Jin pouted at him.

“The police showing up at all is a little…” Jimin made a face. “Unrealistic?”

“Is it?” Aviva wondered. “I’ve been to plenty of parties that were broken up by the police.” They stared at her. “In the US.”

“Okay, that makes a little more sense,” Hoseok said. “But you don’t even like parties.”

“Yeah, but Soonyoungie does,” she reminded him.

“Ah.” Hoseok nodded.

“Well, it’s still unrealistic that we would ever have such parties,” Jin thought. “I can’t imagine so many people ever showing up to see us...”

#bts #fanfiction #bts predebut #idolverse #manager!oc #ot7 #bts x oc #ot7 x oc #bts fanfiction #my fics #hey you what's your dream

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 4 years ago

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If Perry were to go rouge, I think his best bet would be to go to Dennis the Rabbit. He's just as dangerous as Perry and almost succeeded in hacking into the mainframe of the organization, so they'd be the perfect team to take down OWCA. Plus, since I think Dennis is a severely underrated character, I like to think he went rouge because of something to do with his own host family and lost sight of what was really important.

There should probably be a rogue Perry tag at this point because it’s kinda become a theme lmao but I think (?) this was the first rogue Perry post if y’all wanna see some context, but this is kind of independant from that. There’s so much to unpack here that the formatting is a little all-over-the-place, but hopefully it still makes sense.

I’m not gonna lie, the thought of Perry going to Dennis crossed my mind very briefly, but I kinda dismissed it as a “that wouldn’t happen so why dwell on it?” type deal. Now that you’ve got me thinking more into Dennis’s character, though, you might actually have a point. I don’t think Perry would actively seek Dennis out -- he may have gone rogue, but his OWCA training is still in tact and he’d likely still view Dennis as the bad guy -- but I can see Dennis seeking him out.

Dennis and Perry may be more alike than they let on. They are both incredibly skilled, which makes them either an incredible threat or an incredible asset depending on the situation. That’s what made No More Bunny Business what it was -- a damn near even match from an agent who historically has never had any real on-camera competition. Plus, between Sidetracked, Elementary My Dear Stacy, and OWCA Files, it’s incredibly obvious that Perry prefers to work alone, and that he gets frustrated when he’s forced to work with others. Dennis seems to be the same way -- he takes what Doof has to give, causes probably thousands of dollars in unnecessary damage to DEI, and peaces the fuck out -- basically the evil version of Perry taking OWCA’s tools and going about his business with as little contact with the agency as possible.

I’m sure that just seems like useless meta at first glance, but to me, it looks like motivation for Dennis to seek Perry out as soon as he heard that Perry went rogue -- and I have no doubt that he would hear Perry went rogue, just like I have no doubt that he would be able to escape on his own and the only thing keeping him from doing it earlier is that there was no reason to yet.

I think that how they would connect relies pretty heavily on Dennis’s character and his past, so before I really get into what might happen if he tracked Perry down, I wanna talk about that. I love the idea that he would have faced the same type of shit Perry did, though I do feel like it would have to take more than a simple reassignment to warrant the type of anger Dennis has towards OWCA. I can’t help but wonder if somehow OWCA fucked up, and Dennis’s host family paid the price. Whether they got hurt or killed, I don’t know, but it would have had to be something serious, and probably something that kept Dennis from ever seeing them again. That would explain the grudge he has against OWCA, possibly to the point where his attempt to hack into the OWCA database wasn’t that extreme; he might have been genuinely trying to destroy OWCA in its entirety to keep other unsuspecting host families safe from OWCA’s carelessness.

Now, Dennis has fought Perry before. In fact, he’s fought Perry twice. He’s been to Perry’s house; he’s met Perry’s family; he’s even been in Perry’s lair. He’s seen Perry think on his feet, and he’s seen Perry’s reflexes in action in a desperate attempt to hide any evidence of their fight from the Flynn-Fletchers He probably knows Perry as an agent better than any of his peers (with the possible exception of Pinky because I’m sure they’ve run into each other a lot thanks to Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella), and I’d be surprised if he didn’t realize Perry was a lot like he was when he worked for OWCA -- cunning, hard-working, always looking out for his family above all else but still determined to get the job done. The only that that separated them was that Perry was still loyal to OWCA and Dennis was not. Once that barrier was out of the picture, this would be Dennis’s perfect opportunity to try to take down OWCA again, this time with backup.

I’m writing this on the assumption that they can communicate pretty easily, whether it be through animal speech or pantomiming, but here’s how I think it would go down.

Let’s assume that Perry doesn’t have any sort of plan. He doesn’t immediately run to Phineas and Ferb or to Doofenshmirtz, partially because he doesn’t think they could help but mostly to keep them out of danger. Those would be the first places OWCA would look for him, which makes them the last places he would go. He’d have to find someplace to hide that OWCA wouldn’t even think to look in, and what better place to drive his coworkers away than the sewers? Sure, the kids have been down there a bunch, but that’s just because they’re weird; no one else is going to hang out down there cut to Scott in Subterranus. And, honestly, OWCA is just stupid enough to pass right by the sewers because surely no self-respecting agent would hang out in that dump, and no one wants to be the one to lead that fruitless search.

Then Dennis shows up, and Perry is immediately on the offense. He almost lost last time they fought hand-to-hand, and this time there are no carrots around to save him. And even though Dennis would claim he’s not here to start a fight, Perry wouldn’t necessarily believe him. Perry may have gone rogue, but he still views himself as the good guy and he’d still view Dennis as the bad guy because that’s what OWCA had told him, and going rogue doesn’t immediately negate everything OWCA’s ever taught him.

Dennis would expect that. He knows what it’s like to be one of OWCA’s best and brightest, and he knows the uncertainty that comes with turning against them. That means he would know exactly how to explain why he went rogue, and he’d know exactly how to convince Perry that he’s right: OWCA is too far gone to save. Whether he is right or not is up for debate, but Perry is still reeling from OWCA’s impromptu decision to send him away in the middle of the night with no warning, so Perry might go for it, if only to give him a free pass to hang out with his family again.

Between Perry and Dennis, OWCA would not stand a chance. Sure, the fact that OWCA is on high alert looking for them and is definitely monitoring the Flynn-Fletcher’s, DEI, and Perry’s lair throws a bit of a wrench in their plans, but they’d get around that and they’d take OWCA out.

I don’t know what would happen after OWCA fell, though. Perry would probably just want to spend time with his family and thwart Doof, and he’d continue to do that in whatever capacity he could. Maybe Dennis would rebuild a new version of OWCA, one that’s hopefully fair and gives their agents and their host families the respect, protection, and time off that they deserve. Then again, maybe he’d rebuild OWCA and it would be genuinely evil and Perry would have to pull an Uno reverse card and team up with the Phineas and Ferb Save Summer gang to bring back the old OWCA. I just really think that Perry and Dennis would be such a power duo and I’m so glad you brought that up because I am totally going to work Dennis into my swearing!Perry fic now lmao

#three links in one post #that's gonna be a new record lmao #i really do like this idea tho and if anyone wants to write a Perry/Dennis teamup I would be so here for it #phineas and ferb #pnf #dennis the rabbit #perry the platypus #dennis #look i have an ask

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meggie-stardust · 4 years ago

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GUNDAM WING - 2020 REWATCH - 19 - 20

What stands out now:

19. Assault on Barge

Think we are in for some 1x2 shenanigans (and as an old school 1x2 shipper, I AM READY)

HOWARD just strikes me as a guy who only listens to Jimmy Buffett. Like, he might help repair Tallgeese, but he’s just counting down to 5:00 so he can get his margaritaville on

“That’s an interesting looking machine… oh, it’s Tallgeese, I made it btw.”

“This isn’t what we meant” is totally a Gundam Wing song. Fight me. (actually I’m gonna make a whole post about this later, because I need to elaborate)

Colonel Une is nutbar: Her order is let him live if he’s ugly?? I have no memory of this?

OZ is like “OMG IT’S A GUNDAM!? On the thing that’s holding a Gundam?! HOW COULD WE HAVE BEEN PREPARED FOR THIS?!”

Duo’s cheery “You’re gonna die” is great. Duo is like the looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you meme, and I love it.

“Tag along on my journey into hell” is such a fierce line

Trowa is the unexpected voice of reason

“What’s this?” Cabbage, dumb-dumb. Don’t you have salad in space??

Come on Heero, you managed to hide a gun in spandex, you can’t hide it in your jeans better. Why are you so bad at this?

That hero shot for Heero. Chefs kiss. It’s so good.

Duo: You can kill me if you want; Heero: Oh no. You asked me to kill you? Now I have feelings for you.

Describing the Mobile Dolls as “Annihilation machines” seems like a bad thing, tbh. But would be a badass name for a metal band.

How is Lady Une is magically sending out her peace talk? Does she have the same magic powers as Quatre?

Oh no. Are the mobile dolls attacking our own Leos?? What could possibly go wrong here?

Oh no, they are annihilation machines. How could we possibly have seen this coming.

Getting the Mobile Dolls to attack the Leos and the space suits is the best executed plan that Heero’s been a part of so far. We don’t see how it happens, and we know he didn’t have an escape plan, so I’m going to assume this was Duo’s idea.

20. The Lunar Base Infiltration

Duo: You can’t tell me not to come; Heero: You’re injured, you’ll get in the way; Duo: You know what?! I didn’t want to go anyway, so I’ll just stay here; Heero: Fine; Duo: FINE.

The moon is just one shitty mall. Figures

There’s something haunting about hanging a half built mech with all it’s wires hanging out. Eva really leaned into it, but we get it a lot in this episode with Vayeate and Sandrock.

Oh hey, it’s Sally Po

Oh hey, it’s the Maganac Corps

Oh hey, we can talk to each other without any sort of radio. Crazy!

Look, I don’t want Duo to cut his hair, but what an idiot. At least tuck it into your hat, man. The braid is pretty obvious, especially when you have wanted posters hanging around.

Trowa Barton. You really are just going to use the name you stole from someone else? And just tell OZ about it? Why are all the pilots so bad about their aliases.

That being said, Trowa is so cool. I am super into Trowa this time around.

NOOOOOOOOO. Come on Duo. This is not keeping a low profile.

Trowa’s tears. So iconic. So sad, he hasn’t cried in over a decade.

Lutenient Nichol is the only smart guy in Oz.

Oh man, Mercurius and the Vayeate. I remembered the names of these suits for 20 years, but I don’t know basic math. Go figure.

Lady Une/Colonel Une is so fascinating. Is she really unaware of her two sides? Did Trowa just break her? Does she not realize she’s part of OZ?

A-game from Trowa and Doctor S to totally ignore each other

Heero continues to be the worst at everything. What was his plan there? Why attack in Vayeate when everyone was there? When it’s not even fully bult? When you KNOW that Mercurius can just block it. WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS HEERO?

Why do I ship the pilots as soon as they point a gun at each other? 1x2 in the last episode; 1x3 here. I’m pretty sure Noin pulls a gun on Duo soon, too...

Thoughts:

Heero is set up to the best character in this show, and he’s pretty awesome, but all he wants to do is go to school and just hang out. At least, that seems to be the thing he’s good at because he’s not good at carrying out any mission plan. I mean, he looks good while doing it, but it never ends well... I remember back in the day there was this yahoo mailing list I was on SDDI: Society for the Defence of Duo’s Intelligence. IDK why people thought Duo wasn’t smart (I was on the list because it was good discussion and lots of fic, if I recall, also mailing lists were great). Anyway, so far none of them have been super successful with their plans, but Trowa and Wufei have been slightly more?

Also, we’ve been watching the Dub because that’s what @mpanighetti and I both watched on Toonami back in the day and we wanted the same experience... and having seen some of the sub, I think they do a pretty good job with a lot of the voices and the translations... that being said, Howard’s info dump at Zechs in 19 is just awful. I’m eager to go back and watch that scene subbed and see the differences.

What I think I remember for the next episode(s):

Heero and Trowa get to pilot Mercurius and the Vayeate against Tallgeese. I think we get a few more pilot pairups as well? We get a glimpse of Quatre’s home.

ALSO: We know that it was shortsighted to start this in early December 2020 and call this Rewatch 2020. I’m gonna continue to use the “Gundam wing rewatch 2020″ tag to track all this (and if you want to follow the tag, too), and I might just take the date off the titles going forward.

#gundam wing rewatch 2020 #gundam wing #gundam meme #mpanighetti #assault on barge #the lunar base infiltration

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peace-coast-island · 4 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

A spooky midnight feast

What a long night - and I mean that in a good way! First the theatre, now it's the Spooky Moon Festival. We just enjoyed a spooky midnight feast hosted by Jack to kick off the festivities.

A couple days ago we visited Peace Coast Island to see Marlo and Don. Marlo’s an old friend from Rosevine who left home about six years ago to become an actress in New York City. Not too long after moving there, Marlo met Don, a journalist for News Times, and as of last year they became engaged.

Marlo is who some would consider a starving artist. While she has appeared in numerous commercials, soap operas, and stage shows, Marlo hasn't gotten her big break yet. She has always managed to get by with odd jobs in between sporadic gigs but it sometimes seems like she gets the short end of the stick. It's a shame because she really is a talented and versatile actress.

But it looks like Marlo's finally gonna get her big break with Sugar and Spice, a brand new musical comedy drama that just made its debut at Starlight Theatre. The show played for two weeks there and the next stop will be Port Beacon, followed by Etienne Falls, Glassenwick, Cabot Bridge, and Petunia. This isn't the first time Marlo's gone on tour for a brand new show, but in past experiences, the show turns out to be a bomb and the tour closes early. Though based on the reviews for Sugar and Spice so far - as well as my own thoughts on it - we have high hopes!

Tagging along with Marlo for the first leg of the tour is Don. Since Marlo went off on her first tour, Don has been tagging along to write a review for the show, so he gets work done and gets to spend some time with Marlo - a win-win situation for both. However, if the tour goes on for the full twelve weeks - or more if things go really well - that's gonna be the longest time the two have been apart from each other.

Instead of heading back to New York, Don's gonna be staying at the camp for a while. He's gonna write an article about the Spooky Moon Festival, which he plans to finish tomorrow to get that out of the way. Marlo was the one who suggested that he take some extra days off by visiting the camp to get his mind off things. It's so sweet how much they're gonna miss each other while Marlo's away.

I've met Don a handful of times since he and Marlo started dating. They're a sweet couple, like a comedic duo with Marlo being the funny one while Don's the straight one - they play off each other super well. Anyone who can keep up with Marlo's antics while having a great sense of humor is a winner. I can't wait for the day when they finally get married!

Considering how long they've been together, it was hard to believe that they almost broke up last year. Don spoke about the near breakup when he and Marlo appeared as guests on Garden Chats, a podcast about mental health, a couple months back. It's a really good episode that not only brings up interesting points about the stigma behind depression but also the strong bond Marlo and Don share. Don said that he was hesitant to do the podcast at first but in the end he was glad he did it.

How the two got together is a cute and funny story. Marlo had her first acting gig for an ad for a security system where she played a damsel in distress during a break in. Don was nearby and thought Marlo was in danger so he swooped in to save the day, only to be humiliated after getting yelled at by her and the crew. The poor guy was so caught up in helping someone in need that he failed to notice the cameras and other equipment that were clearly visible. After getting over the embarrassment, Marlo decided to take him out to dinner as she found him kinda cute and didn’t want to be responsible for him crawling under a rock and never ever seeing the light of day again.

For the next four years Marlo and Don hardly left each other’s side. Marlo’s dad often complains that every time he comes over to visit his daughter, her boyfriend’s always there - though over the years he’s warmed up to him. Likewise whenever Marlo comes home, Don usually tags along with her. I think it was Luciana or maybe Emmaline who said that sometimes they forget that Don’s not from Rosevine nor has he ever lived there.

In a way it’s kinda like an opposites attract sort of relationship. Don’s more serious and levelheaded while Marlo is more lighthearted and playful. She’s confident and ambitious, always jumping from one thing to another. He’s more of a go with the flow type, the one who picks and chooses his battles with consideration. He may come across as a no nonsense kind of guy sometimes, but he’s also a sensitive one. She may have a tendency to ramble on and attract trouble, but you have to admit her heart’s in the right place. Marlo gets in over her head while Don gets taken in for the ride. They compliment and contrast each other - sometimes even picking up each other’s traits over the years.

So imagine what was going through everyone’s heads when rumors started going around about the engagement being broken. Since there was never really a confirmation or a denial, no one really knew what was going on. At least for me and my circle of friends, while we were concerned, we knew it wasn’t our place to get involved in any way. Now that we know what really happened thanks to the podcast, I’m glad that the whole thing never really made the gossip mill.

The podcast that Don and Marlo did was hosted by Lessa, probably making it the first time I’ve ever listened to a podcast where I know the host and the guests on a personal level. Don spoke about how he was recently diagnosed with clinical depression and how he had suspected that something was wrong with him for a long time before that. Pressure from work and his engagement along with a bunch of other personal issues led to him getting cold feet and abruptly breaking things off with Marlo. With everything going on he suddenly found himself unable to cope so he ended up almost sabotaging the best thing to ever happen to him. Looking back, he felt that it was his way of punishing himself for not being happy enough despite having everything he could have ever wanted (and more) from someone he loved.

Marlo also spoke about the near breakup and how she began doubting herself when Don started pushing her away. When he told her that he couldn’t marry her, she couldn’t believe it. So she fought back, demanding an explanation and blaming herself. But because she loved him, Marlo knew that she couldn’t just stand there and watch Don slip into a downward spiral.

The “breakup” lasted for about a month, which was the longest Marlo and Don went without talking to each other. By then their friends had noticed a change in Don’s behavior as he was isolating himself from everyone and acting erratically. Marlo felt helpless but persisted and once Don realized that he wasn't all right, he turned to Marlo and her family for help. Since then their relationship has grown stronger.

It was interesting to hear them be so open and vulnerable about their struggles. If the whole conversation isn't proof of how much they care about each other, I don't know what is. I'm glad that Don's getting the help he needs and that Marlo's luck is finally changing.

As for the wedding, there's no set date yet but it's definitely happening. Though at this point they're pretty much like an old married couple, which is super cute. With everything going on in their personal and professional lives, they want to wait until things settle down before tying the knot. Daisy Jane, Andrea, Almie, and I are betting that the wedding's happening sooner rather than later - as in this year. Based on these past few days, it looks like we're not too far off the mark!

Marlo was absolutely fantastic in Sugar and Spice! From the catchy songs to the witty dialogue and relatable characters, it's no wonder that the play has been getting glowing reviews! Marlo stole the show, easily one of the highlights of the play. Unlike previous shows Marlo toured for, she's not stuck being the saving grace of a poorly executed script, something that she has been the victim of far too many times.

The show's about a group of friends who work at a bakery called Sugar and Spice. Marlo is Gingie, a newcomer who had just left home and rediscovers her love for baking through the bakery. There's a funny running gag of Gingie coming up with the most ridiculous cookie recipes that turn out good and leaving the kitchen in such a state of disaster in the process. It's a cute and funny show about a bunch of friends who like to bake.

In between shows, Marlo joined us at the camp. Most of the nights were sold out or didn't have enough seats for the camp, which was why we were unable to attend the first week. Once things got settled down with rehearsals and such, Marlo and Don were able to have some time for themselves at the camp. The two enjoyed picnics on various hangout spots, sightseeing near the mountains, and chilling at the beach.

We also helped Jack set up for the Spooky Moon Festival. Marlo was bummed that she's gonna miss it so Don promised to take a lot of pics for her. It's been great catching up with them and seeing them have fun together. They plan to return in the near future so that's something to look forward to!

The Spooky Moon Festival comes once every few years to celebrate the Spooky Moon. While helping out with the festival, I've learned a lot about the event. Basically there's a spooky looking moon that looks like it's covered in cobwebs that comes into view every four years. It looks super cool, like something out of a vintage spooky picture you see in old books. Everything about the festival gives off Halloween vibes and I'm really digging the aesthetic!

After seeing Marlo off, we got to prepping for the midnight feast. Don's been a great deal of help and it's nice getting to know him on a one on one basis. I think this is the first time I've hung out with him without Marlo. He's been enjoying the camp, which is great as Marlo didn't want him to worry about her too much. Like I said, it's sweet how much they watch out for each other.

At midnight, the festivities began! Making the food was a lot of fun, especially making everything look spooky and cool for the occasion. Decorating cookies was my favorite part as well as cutting out dough into fun shapes for the pies. It took a lot of prep time but the effort was so worth it - everything came out great!

Along with the food, we enjoyed listening to spooky stories, playing fun games, and looking at the moon through the astronomer's telescope. The Spooky Moon's a lovely view to see, made even better with good company to share it with!

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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changminsdoll · 5 years ago

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Chan ▪︎ Distance

All gifs are from pinterest unless mentioned in the tags if taken from another tumblr user.

Characters: Reader x Chan

Genre: Best friends to Lovers! Vlogger Chan!

You had always found it amusing how Chan could just light up a room with his mere presence. That was why you never wondered why he decided to start his own youtube channel and broadcast his day-to-day life. He gathered so much funs for his personality and not to mention how handsome he was.

The viewers were falling in love for the same reason you fell for your best friend. You smiled at the thought of you being against the idea that your best friend unintentionally captured your heart and having to go on everyday with him not noticing just proved to be one of the most difficult restrictions you ever did.

You were watching Chan's most recent vlog about his trip to Australia. It was his hometown and you could see the wrinkles at the edge of his eyelids which depicted how thrilled her was being back home. It had only been less than week and you had already missed his presence.

"Shoutout to my best friend, (y/n), who looks just like this Koala right here." You rolled your eyes and just laughed softly. How could you be in love with this idiot?

You were not a stranger to his channel as well. He had done so many videos with your such as the best friend tag, twenty questions, pranks and etc. You would see a few comments mentioning how you two would look good as couple but Chan never seem to have gotten the hint.

A few weeks passed and Chan had returned from his trip. He had brought back a mug with a koala on it as a souvenir which only earned him a gentle punch on his very toned arm.

"Your viewers are probably going to call me a Koala now." You sighed as you grazed your thumb against the mug's surface.

"It doesn't sound that bad and they call me Kangaroo too so we could be the animal duo." His lips curled at his own joke and you just shook your head.

"Anyway, how was your trip? Had fun hopefully? New friends? New crushes maybe?" You teased, but you had an answer that you could only hope not to hear.

"That trip made me realize a few things, I can say that." He nodded to himself, seeming not to pick up any hints from your teasing. "Which reminds me... would you be free in three days?"

"I think so. Why..?" There was a small part of you that wanted it to be date but knowing Chan, you just threw that idea out the window.

"Wanna come to Singapore with me? There's a Vloggers' Convention and I don't wanna go by myself." He admitted and pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes.

"To a-another country?" You stuttered. It was not that you were scared of being alone with him-- but you had never gone out of Korea and then knowing that you WOULD be alone with Chan kind if stirred your thoughts in a catastrophic mix.

"It's a great experience, (y/n)! Trust me!" He held your hands in his and you could almost feel your throat getting dry. "I promise I won't let you get lost."

"F-fine..if you promise that..." was all you could respond back. Then it was settled, you were heading off to a foreign land with the best friend you had secretly loved.

At the airport, a lot had recognized Chan. They were taking photos of him, getting their personal items signed while you decided to sit away from that and wait by the respective gate area. You were nervous going on this trip. Unecessary fear such as the plane crashing or you getting lost in a foreign country just made your heart thump hard against your chest. It did not take long until you felt the comfortable warmth that emitted when Chan sat next to you. He was known for his numerous dance routines and for his aesthetically pleasing physique.

"Oh hey, a familiar face." He smiled as you sat next to him. "Chan's girlfriend, right?"

Ouch.

"N-no, best friend. I am his best friend."

"Oh? It doesn't seem like it..." there was a pause. "The way he is watching us from a few rows ahead makes me think that there's something more to that." He crossed his arms, a smirk tugging up at the edges of his lips.

Your eyes went towards the front seats and you could just catch Chan returning back to sit properly. You turned your attention back at Hyunjin and he was already typing something into his phone.

The trip was surprisingly peaceful. Hyunjin had been talking to you as the plane lifted off which helped in distracting you from any form if fear.

"You feeling alright?" He suddenly asked and you gave him a small nod. "Guess Chan was right. He told me to keep you occupied so you wouldn't get nervous." He smiled as he waved his phone. You could just barely catch the text that was from Chan.

"Oh.... thank you." You whispered, getting a bit shy.

"You... have feelings for him, don't you?" He asked as he leaned a bit closer to hear you better. You were silent and he took that as a confirmation to his question. "It was obvious the way you stared at him in your videos... I don't know why he doesn't pick it up."

"Same.." was all you could mumble earning the cutest laugh from the boy next to you

"But I think he likes you as well. Maybe you have not gotten the hint yet but his body language is always leaning towards you in videos which shows his interest."

"But he has to be interested in me... I am his best friend."

"Well, we all have different reasons to be interested in someone, right?" He gave you a meaningful smile before proceeding back to his phone.

You still couls not decipher what he meant and just hoped to be able to get out of the plane soon and back on land. The trip was amooth and in no time, Chan was already right next to you. You three, with Hyunjin, went to the destined hotel for the guests. Only then did they tell you that they were supposed to share a room and bumped it up to a trio room for you.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. When you got to the hotel, apparently, they just upgraded it to a double luxury room which only meant two bigger beds. That meant, you either had to share it with Chan or Hyunjin and there was only one choice to begin with.

"Just like our younger days." Chan would smile to encourage you as he saw your shoulders deflate.

"It won't be that bad and we'd barely be at the hotel anyway." Hyunjin commented as he sat on his bed opposite from yours and Chan's.

"He's right." Chan's tone of voice was different for a second but you caught it and was confused as to what made him talk in that tone. "We'll be late so let's get going!" He then reverted back to his bright self.

With that, the three of you went off to the event. It was at a stadium and a big one at that, so the fear of being lost was present once more. You were taking a step back upon seeing the crowd, however, you felt warmth taking over your hand again. You glanced down at your hand and then up at the owner, Chan was giving you a comforting smile again.

"I told you, I won't let you get lost." He gave it a gentle squeeze again before intertwining his fingers in between the gaps of your own. It was comforting and you could feel your cheeks getting warm which just made your turn away from him. Hyunjin gave a soft chuckle as he watched you both.

It was nice, you had to admit. With him next to you, you felt safe. Only for it to be taken away as he was invited to be on a panel with Hyunjin and six other vloggers as equally charming as the other.

Now you were alone. You felt the tiny bit of panic starting inside your abdomen but you tried to calm yourself down. Walking until it did not hurt anymore, only to realize that you were now in a random booth with not one familiar face. Then the panic started hitting you, you were lost in such a big location and your english wasn't the best so directions were harder to inquire about.

Just as you were about to hit full on panic, you had been pulled into someone's sturdy chest. It was a very tight embrace and you could hear the loud beating of their chest while their intoxicating scent endulged you in. As you tilted your head up, Chan had seem to have gotten paler. He looked at you with so much relief in his eyes and you could not but say the same thing.

It may have seem small for some but almost getting lost in a new country without the skills to maneuver yourself was terrifying for you.

Back at the hotel, Hyunjin mentioned that he was going to hang around with a certain Changbin from the convention which left the two of you seated next to one another. It was silent and bit awkward at that.

"Are you alright?" He asked, finally looking at you again. There was a guilty expression on his face and it made your heart sunk a bit.

"I am... clumsy me." You mumbled as you fiddled with your fingers.

"No... I... I promised you wouldn't get lost....I'm so sorry." With a sudden movement, he had yanked you against his chest again. "You looked so scared..it was the most painful I have felt.." he whispered.

"I don't want you to get hurt... I'm fine!" You pulled away by a few inches just to gesture that you came out unharmed. He had his deep brown eyes bearing into you and it made you shrink at how intense they were.

Before anything else could register, you had found your lips pressed against his own. A hand cupping one cheek as if to signal that he had really been worried and the other rested over your hips as if telling you he wouldn't let it happen.

Chan was kissing you.

And you didn't want to pull back.

You were confused with the strange range of emotions from being surprised to being thrilled and to being scared of what he would say as he pulled away.

"I like you." He confessed just as he did and before you could say anything, he continued. "And I'm not gonna let us be more distant from one another even if it meant being this close..."

"Chan..."

"You don't have to return it...I rather protect you than...than be more than that..."

All these information being layed in front of you was overwhelming you-- with happiness. He likes you back, now all you had to do was to tell him to.

"I..guess...you have new content now..." you took in a deep breathe as you mustered the courage.

He looked into your eyes, confused as if wanting an answer but not wanting to force one from you.

"How my best friend became my girl friend." You mumbled as you stared back into his eyes.

And there it was again.

That smile.

That smile that lights up the room.

But this time, you were the one who caused it.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenario #stray kids scenarios #bang chan #bang chris #bang chan imagine #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #bang chan scenario #levxnter masterlist

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hyphypmic · 5 years ago

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HypMic: Alice in Wonderland

Anon asked: What character would take on which role from Alice in wonderland, and how would they interact with their s/o, who has the role of Alice? Ooooh

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Ichiro

One of the card guards probably

Like upon entry in the queen’s (well king) place, ichiro would immediately take to you despite you intruding in the queen’s palace because he and Samatoki are your guards and so on and so forth

Jiro

Tweedledum

Do I need to elaborate still on why he’s tweedledum

No but anyway, he would be that cute adorable dumbass that irritates you wherever you go, but you can’t help but love him all the same

Saburo

Tbh he would also be the caterpillar along with Gentaro

Like there would be two caterpillars because they’re sassy as hell and smart as fuck

And anyway, he loves giving you riddles and all that so it’s cute

Samatoki

One of the card guards also

Is with ichiro

So like, he’s surprised to see you there and is kind of aggressive, but he’s actually really kind in treating you as a prisoner

And he falls for you of course, but in his very aggressive way

Jyuto

Probably would also be some sort of king or whatever

And he’s really the type to lounge around and order people

Because he has blackmail he can like make you do whatever the fuck he fucking wants

Mhm daddy??? No but, he looks after you in his own way

Riou

I don’t think this is canon compliant or whatever, but Riou would be a really good jabberwocky

Like hello have you seen his bod

Anyway, he’s the monster they warn you about and he’s just silent and stoic, but in no way super aggressive unless he needs to be

And you calm him down and he fells in love with thee ta-da

Ramuda

Cheshire Cat

I mean have you seen that fucker’s smile

Anyway, he would follow you everywhere because you know, he’s the Cheshire Cat

But you do teach him a little bit about humanity as he acts all cutesy, a bit cryptic and mischievous

But mostly he begins to care but be in denial 900% of the time

Gentaro

Caterpillar

The sarcastic little shit can’t be anything else

And he is a bit condescending but he does find you amusing

And he would give yo lectures a bit on riddles and compose poems on the spot just to confuse and irritate you

But is actually helpful

Dice

Tweddledee

Do I need to explain as to why he’s this character

But you know, he’s smart in his own way, it’s just he chooses to be a dumbass and tags along with you with jiro

Dumbass duo does manage to win your heart because of how fun they are to be around and all that

Their dumbassery has its charms, but they are very street smart so they manage to help you

Jakurai

Queen of Hearts

Yeah but like, a good queen of hearts, a very serene, peaceful, non-chaotic

But sometimes in darkest day in blackest night he asks for them and he’ll slit their throat and watch them choke on their blood

Anyway, jakurai would treat you with the utmost respect and be a very good gentleman, but watch out for his dark side

Doppo

White rabbit

Always stressed, depressed and late

He runs away a lot, but then at one point he’s gonna stick by you and like drag you with him because he just wants and doesn’t understand why he’s willing to be late for you

And like you’re his destressor and all that

Hifumi

Mad Hatter

He loves throwing parties and hugging you

Yes the stressed white rabbit is there and definitely Doppo’s pocket watch will be dipped in coffee

Anyway, Hifumi would be generally just smiley and a bit crazy towards you, but he does help a bit…. Even if it is quite cryptic

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thisweekingundamwing · 5 years ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 5-11 April 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel Sorry it’s a bit late!

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Every Moment (Ch. 4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/23153275/chapters/56342722

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader, Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, OC - Character, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft

Romance, Drama, Angst, Lemon, Lime, Violence, Reader Insert

You really didn’t want to go on a mission with Heero Yuy. In your opinion, he was a robot, an iceberg, and as cold as the North Pole. And you really hated the fact that people started spreading rumors about you. Now, you have two weeks to get to know him better, get comfortable with the idea of playing his wife, and keep from getting into a catfight with Wufei’s secretary (who has quite a crush on Mister Yuy herself). You thought you would be able to handle the mission, but a couple of alcohol influenced kisses really send your world spinning. And it would only get worse during the mission… And really… your careless actions do have very big consequences.

Best Easter Yet https://archiveofourown.org/works/23600803

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader, Relena Peacecraft/Quatre Raberba Winner

Heero Yuy, Reader, Relena Peacecraft, Quatre Raberba Winner

Romance, Drama, Angst, Holiday, Reader Insert

“How are you holding up?”

You gave him a dire look and showed him your shaking hands. “Just so.”

He gave you a warm look and reached out, trailing the callused pad of his forefinger along your cheek. “We’ll be okay. She won’t be mad.”

@doctormegalomania

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch. 13) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/56441821

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker, Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Summary: Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@janaverse

Stickies form Heero (Ch. 42) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19796581/chapters/56347720

Heero Yuy & Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, 1+2+1, 1x2x1 - Relationship

Get Together, Friendship, Eventual Sap, Eventual Implied Sexual Content, Mentions of Trowa ⋆ Quatre ⋆ Wufei ⋆ Relena ⋆ Sally - for now, Angst

heero and duo are in their mid-20's and are sharing a house. they are both working as preventers, but are not on the same work schedule.

duo initiated this unique form of communication and heero has fully embraced it.

Fanart/Gunpla/Photo Manips:

@2pcb

https://2pcb.tumblr.com/post/614789407717949440/if-its-alright-with-you-can-i-request-trowa-or

WuFei, Heero, & Trowa

@binarytoys

https://binarytoys.tumblr.com/post/614936465228595200

Leo, gunpla

@deathofakuna

https://deathofakuna.com/post/614569779412582400/wing-zero

Wing Zero

@drawingplastered

https://drawingplastered.tumblr.com/post/614891383342415872/my-participation-in-the-gundamzine-it-was-great

25th Anniversary babies! (or oldies in this case <3)

@grey-sentry

https://grey-sentry.tumblr.com/post/614771208554184704/since-gundam-wing-turns-25-today-im-gonna-share

25th Anniversary boys!

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/614810271462178816/oh-hi-i-come-bearing-content-heres-my-shit-i

Zine Works - All the cuties.

@guttersblessing

https://guttersblessing.tumblr.com/post/614889648762880000/i-also-did-a-sticker-sheet-for-gundamzine-it

Zine Works

https://guttersblessing.tumblr.com/post/614889435945926656/for-gundam-wings-25th-anniversary-i-took-part-in

Zine Works

@gwkimmy

https://gwkimmy.tumblr.com/post/614797022889984000/asdjlaskjdlksajf-i-spent-too-much-time-on-this-lol

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, manip

HamletMachine

https://twitter.com/Hamlet_Machine/status/1245003275797135360

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

@hiddenmangaka

https://hiddenmangaka.tumblr.com/post/615067652830986240/grocery-shopping-with-the-gundam-boys-attempt-1

Grocery Shopping with the G-Boys - Heero Yuy, Attempt 1

@kaiser-dracon

https://kaiser-dracon.tumblr.com/post/614804412813213696/mobile-suit-gundam-wing-top-players-gundam-wing

Wing Zero, Epyon, Tallgeese - gunpla

@ksam7

https://ksam7.tumblr.com/post/614725326366490624

Duo Maxwell

@lemontrash

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/614799547879784448/this-is-the-vector-art-i-did-for-the-front-cover

Zine Work

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/615071326954307584/i-cannot-draw-mecha-not-in-a-month-of-sundays-so

Gundam, manips

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/615161818018627584/so-fun-story-when-i-was-first-playing-around

Zine Works

@lokineko

https://lokineko.com/post/614764732354854912/some-gundam-wing-wips-for-the-anniversary

25th Anniversary boys, wip

https://lokineko.com/post/614839063093100544/this-is-the-piece-i-did-for-gundamzines-rhythm

Zine Work

https://lokineko.com/post/614929671580270592/this-is-my-piece-for-gundamzine-s-bonus-zine-for

Zine Work

@nevs-sketchbook

https://nevs-sketchbook.tumblr.com/post/614950453149630464/more-gundam-doodles-featuring-trowa-being-a

Trowa, Quatre, & Cathy - Tro’s NB adventures.

@noromax

https://noromax.tumblr.com/post/614689026855862272/25th

25th Anniversary boys!

@seitou

https://seitou.tumblr.com/post/614818666923671552/finally-free-to-release-these-out-into-the-world

Zine Works - the G-boys bein’ awesome.

@tatakaumono

https://tatakaumono.tumblr.com/post/614749458100584448/operation-meteor-happy-25th-anniversary

25th Anniversary - Operation Meteor

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/614602092903006208/spaceheart-quatre-not-really-explained-here

Quatre ‘space heart’s Heero.

Head Canons:

@scarletlegionnaire

https://scarletlegionnaire.tumblr.com/post/614574488122736640/random-headcanon-of-1920s-noir-detective-quatre

Noir Detective Quatre

https://scarletlegionnaire.tumblr.com/post/614591278935605248/mandalorian-gundam-wing-crossover

Mandalorian Crossover

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/614648010876567552/epithets-the-pros-and-pitfalls

Writing advice - Epithets

@lemontrash

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/614675005827072000/heero-i-want-to-do-something-nice-for-relena-but

Heero & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/615059988632698880/quatre-i-almost-got-surprise-adopted-yesterday

Quatre, Zayeed, & Iria

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/614946664989573120/quatre-i-really-dislike-snow-quatre-its-like

Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/614493662104190976/trowa-so-i-found-a-foolproof-method-of

Trowa, WuFei, & Duo

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation: Shooting Stars, Celebrating 25 Years of Gundam Wing

https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/614746696097939456/zines-are-away-thats-right-folks-if-you

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, April 17th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/615108959259492352/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-april

If anyone has ideas for prompts, PLEASE send them in! Our ask box is always open.

In need of SPRING prompts!

With the tumblr queue not working correctly... these may run out at the end of the month...

@memoriesofgundamwing

30 Day Challenge!

Day 5 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614558663429996544/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-5

Day 6 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614647672163483648/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-6

Day 7 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614754284780814336/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-7

Day 8 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614824886163079168/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-8

Day 9 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614909458720669696/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-9

Day 10 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/615021784539021312/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-10

Day 11 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/615114288958406656/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-11

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V_V I’m sorry, y’all had to see that. Lol https://thisweekingundamwing.tumblr.com/post/615214648773558272/thisweekingundamwing-motherfuckingchrist-it-says

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #5-11 April 2020

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