#really sad to see the other side :( like ik we were going to eventually but.

[jade-efflorescence]

where's that one quote about how the dynamic of your family at the dinner table is so important because the difference between anya's and damian's tables was such a contrast

[helliontherapscallion]

Whistle While You Work (Adrenaline Junkie Blurb)

(A/N): I don’t know how to whistle lmao

Anyways, this is indeed canon and takes place sometime between Chapters 13 and 14. Sorry this isn’t an actual update/chapter. Also, this is unedited

Warnings: none, all fluff : )

“How do you do that?” 

You paused and put down your wrench, sliding out from under the contraption you and Arthur were currently building. You sat up and wiped at the sweat that formed on your brow and gave the boy a confused look. 

“Do what, fledgling?” He furrowed his brows together, “that sound you were making!” 

…What? 

At your blank stare, he crossed his arms and looked at you impatiently, “you know! Like… like…” he sighed in frustration before he crossed his arms and looked off to the side, “nevermind.” 

You stared at him for a moment before you shrugged to yourself and laid back down on the creeper seat, looking at him in reassurance, “if you figure out what it is, just let me know buddy! You’ll get it eventually.” 

Giving him one last smile, you slid back under the metal frame and got back to work. A few moments passed with you asking Arthur to hand you different tools and answering any questions he had while he worked on the exterior. When a few minutes passed without any questions or conversations, you absentmindedly began whistling a tune you had heard a while back. 

“THAT!” 

You jumped in shock only to yelp when your forehead directly hit one of the metal parts you were installing. Falling back onto the creeper seat, you rolled yourself out and clutched your head in pain. A soft gasp sounded next to you before you heard Arthur hurry over to your side. 

“Shoot, (y/n) I’m so sorry I didn’t...” He stumbled over his words before he stopped talking all together.

“It’s okay,” you took a breath in and removed your hands. Nothing besides coal and redstone residue stained your gloves, that was good. Your goggles didn’t have any cracks in them either. “Just make sure we keep the loud noises at a minimum.” 

“Are you hurt?” You could hear his voice shaking slightly, so you looked over to see him looking at you in slight horror. You shook your head, “no, it just surprised me is all. I’m not mad at you, you know. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled him into a quick hug before it dawned on you; he was talking about your whistling earlier. “Arthur?” He pulled away slightly and looked at you in question, a small shred of guilt still swimming in his irises. “Was this the sound you were talking about?” 

You whistled and watched as he perked up and nodded his head vigorously, a small smile replacing the slight grimace and the guilt being replaced with intrigue. “Yes!” 

You chuckled and pulled your goggles off from your head. Wiping at the sweat that had formed on your brow, you stretched your wing out. Satisfying pops sounded from your joints making you smile at the relief it brought you. You looked back at Arthur with a smile, “that’s called whistling. I can teach you how, if you want.” 

His eyes and his smile lit up like the stars in the night sky. If he could blind you with his smile, you would’ve been completely blind within seconds of first meeting him. His smile was contagious, never failing to brighten your mood. You found yourself smiling widely at his enthusiasm. 

You led him inside and got the both of you cleaned up. On the couch, you sat facing him with your feet folded one over the other. Arthur copied your actions, sitting up straight as he looked at you expectantly. 

“Well for starters I’ve never really taught anybody how to whistle, it just comes naturally to me because I’m a… well, I’m some sort of bird hybrid,” when you saw him deflate slightly, you were quick to reassure him. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t teach you though! You’re a fast learner, I’m sure you’ll catch onto it quickly. To start, you’re gonna want to put your lips into an ‘o’ shape, like this.” You pucker your lips into an ‘o’ and watched as he did the same, albeit a bit too large. “Er, a tad smaller.” 

His eyebrows furrowed and, without moving his lips, he asked, “‘ike dis?” He tightened his lips slightly. You nodded, a bit unsure of yourself, “...yeah? We’ll adjust as we go. Gently press your tongue on the back of your teeth.” 

You both sat there adjusting his mouth for a while and you could see that he was getting dejected at the lack of progress. “I don’t know, (y/n),” he sighed, “what if I just can’t whistle?” 

“You just gotta keep trying! You’ll get it eventually. Here, maybe try relaxing a bit more and blowing softer?” He pursed his lips before he tried that, a high pitched whistle coming from him. He immediately stopped and touched his lips with his fingertips in awe. “I did it,” he whispered to himself, shocked. 

You grinned widely at him and pulled him into a tight hug, “you did it! I knew you could, you’re my son after all. I’m proud of you.” 

“I’m gonna be just as good as you are one day!” 

He practiced non stop after that, always whistling as he did small things around the house. Philza, noticing this, jokingly told you that you were raising a clone of yourself.

Eventually, he got to the point where it was second nature to him and he could whistle different notes with a good tone. While you both were working, you would whistle a small rhythm and he would follow. This spiraled into the both of you making up songs and whistling together in simple harmonies. 

If Philza didn’t know where either of you were, he quickly learned that wherever there was whistling, there was (y/n) and Arthur. If separated from each other in public, all the other had to do was whistle a part of a song and the other would have no trouble finding them. Whenever you two were working together, whistling became a way for you both to further bond over; even the smallest of medlies was enough to lift the mood. 

Arthur was your little songbird.

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[buddielove]

Hi! I'm a gay fan of 911 and I have a question about the whole Buddie fandom. As much as I like Buck and Eddie, it's frustrating that a HUGE part of the fandom is pushing for these two characters to get together instead of putting energy into supporting Hen & Carla and Michael & Dave. Not to mention Carlos and TK in Lone Star. Can you explain to me the appeal of wanting these two men together? Wouldn't it be more interesting to see two heterosexual males just be able to bond in a non-toxic fashion? That's something we don't get to see often on television.

Hey! This is MAD long lmao I am so sorry! You caught me on a day I felt like talking! Also this took like a year to answer you lolololol. This does have a few ʻhot takesʻ so please be warned! So like in this essay....

So first I am also apart of the LGBTQIA+ community, so I do understand how it could come across as a fetish or being non supportive of the current canonically LGBTQIA+ characters, however I think a lot of the interest around Buddie and the want for them to be confirmed as a couple is how they are being written. Me personally I knew since s2 e1 Buck and Eddie were written not as rivals but as two people who would eventually become friends, but it wasn’t until the Christmas episode with the elf assuming Buck was Chris’s dad and Eddie’s partner that I was like ‘hold on!’ because I was really hoping Abbey would return and I didn’t see Eddie as a possible Buck live interest because of that. The elf’s comment wasn’t played off like most other shows would (think Dean and Sam arriving anywhere in Supernatural) it made me go back and look at the other episodes to see exactly how Buck and Eddie were being framed/written. And as we have moved into further seasons I think there has been a shift in how Buddie is being written, in s3 it was very much like two people progressing into a deeper friendship then the blood clot/lawsuit gets in the way and they both have to deal with emotions surrounding that, then Buck’s response to Eddie being trapped (we see how is he when Boddy is trapped in a fire WITH A GUNMAN, it’s emotional but not to the point is is with Eddie), even the love interests feel very pushed on us and there’s so little banter between Buddie about their gfs and how they feel about these new beginnings. It feels off, not like a friendship in the slightest, more like two people trying to force something and not wanting to deal with any other feelings. Then when Eddie gets shot and reveals Buck is Chris’s legal Guardian in the event Eddie dies, that’s huge, and he did this after only a year of knowing Buck (I have friends with kids. I’ve known one of them for FIVE years, I’m at their house every week, the kid calls me family. I’m person #10 on the list of ‘who gets my kid if I die’, not #1 lol) It just feels like it’s all building up to something, and people are getting tired of waiting for that something! We’re all emotionally tired from the past two years, and probably from many shows queerbaiting us and this is something that could happen, seems to be something the actors are ok with and the fans want. So why do they keep drawing it out. This isn’t about us demanding they ignore the chance to write a healthy platonic male friendship, or forcing two characters to be gay, it’s about holding the writers to what they’ve implied and seeing what could come of it.

Also think of it like this; If Buddie is confirmed it will still be a good example of a healthy friendship which then developed into something else, like Booth/Bones! Showing the natural progression of friendship to relationship that happens a lot in real life. It’s two men who previously (on screen at least) have only been with woman, but now they have an emotionally connection with someone which they then develop and explore. This could be 911’s first nontoxic depiction of two gay characters coming together, because sorry not sorry the canon couples aren’t perfect (which does humanize them) but they also reenforce harmful troupes that plaque the LGBTQIA+ community, which I’m sure you understand: TK was a drug addict, who only got with Carlos at first cause he was hot and sex was TK’s new addition (all gay men are sex addicts who do drugs and sleep with anything that moves). Carlos was ashamed and wanted to keep TK on the downlow (poc gay men want to pretend to be straight but have free access to gay sex). Hen cheated on Karen seemingly the first chance she got (lesbians can’t handle monogamy when pushed, and cheat on their long term partners). All known and documented troupes that happen far too often.

I’m not saying Buddie is some gay jesus ship that’s gonna save the entertainment industry but if done right it could prove to be one of the few healthy depictions of two men getting into a gay relationship we have. If they plan it out correctly, show us the relationship development, like they did with Maddie/Chim for example, Buddie could be used as a positive example of a gay fictional relationship (I really could go into depth about this. I probably should tbh).

As for not supporting Hen and KAREN, or Michael and DAVID, I think fans do support them! The writers don’t. If you read fanfics Henren and Michael/David are featured heavily in many fics, and ik some people might say ‘well they’re only there so Buddie can talk about their gay side!!’ but both these couples have their own fans and fanfic tags! They aren’t just plot devices in Buddie stories. There is a huge side of the fandom that supports Henren and wants to see more of them and their family. Same with Michael and David, during the episode where Michael and Bobby team up to find that plastic surgeon who was working illegally many people where ecstatic that we were getting more Michael/David content and that David was getting more than a couple lines. But sadly it seems like the writers only want to delve into these story lines when they need filler, they even miss opportunities to include these other LGBTQIA+ characters when it makes sense;

(Someone came for me about this but I am going to bring it up again)

When Chris is sad and wants more human connection, instead of bring Harry + Michael/David and Denny+Nia+Henren back into the picture (and yes I understood at the time the pandemic was bad (lmao still is!!), but all the actors at some point would have/had crossed over into each other’s ‘bubbles’, so ALL the actors would have been exposed to each other so getting the children together with adults they had ALREADY been with during shooting wouldn’t have been a super spreader event) but instead they brought in Ana after only two on screen dates and pretended like it was a logical thing for someone who’s up to that point been extremely careful with their child.

They really could have pushed the ‘118 is a family!’ message here and included the canonically gay supporting characters, and the lesbian main character(s) but they did not and instead chose to push the Ana/Eddie coupling even though they hadn’t properly developed it yet. The writers themselves don’t seem to care about developing their canonically gay characters and including them more than they have to but fans are continuously developing Henren and Michael/David with hc and fics.

I’d like to use your logic against you for a second, in s1 we have a very healthy, platonic friendship between Chim/Bobby but that got written out to the point they are more like boss/employee unless the scene calls for them to seem closer, we now have Bobby and Michael friendship but again we hardly see Michael. On Lone Star we have Owen and Judd as a really, really good example of a healthy male friendship but we see Judd more often with Tommy now then we do with Owen, and in s2 it’s overshadowed by Owen trusting Charlie from Twilight and constantly getting fucked over! Why can’t the writter just be happy with these happy, healthy, emotionally well male-male friendship they’ve already included and expand upon them. There’s enough drama because the show literally involves burning buildings and people’s lives being at risk from some natural/man made disaster ever 12 seconds. Does it need to have so much interpersonal conflict and male peacocking??

[srirachvbi]

Kageyama and Bokuto taking their kids to practice headcanons !

request: hihi i was wondering if you can do a continuation of the bringing their kids to practice with some of the other haikyuu characters? i’d love to see it with kageyama especially but honestly you can pick anyone! thank you :)

a/n: i AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG... I have no excuses, i was too sad about haikyuu e wording but i have read threads on how to write characters on twitter and i am thriving... so n e ways i was looking for a reason to write more of these because i just... love the idea of this so tsym for requesting!! if i write more parts, i might do hoshiumi, hinata, atsumu, and... maybe oikawa? i’m a huge bokuto stan so his might be longer than kageyamas im sorry <3 and and ik that kageyama goes to italy but for the sake of i want to write other characters, i will be using the adlers oops. i will also be only doing probably two characters per post for these because i write so much for it. LMAO ALSO these are super unrealistic this would NOT be allowed during pro sports practices but for the sake of entertainment, let’s just... do it warnings: manga spoilers

Bokuto Koutarou

He had been wanting to bring Kaori to practice for a while but each time he tried to, you would be like no bitch </3 

heart been broke so many times

When you told him that you had to go into work and couldn’t schedule the nanny in time, he was like “I’LL TAKE CARE OF HER!!!”

Honestly you were only against him taking her because you were still mad at him for leaving her in the high chair for a while and you came home to her crying and him just knocked out 

Like... Kou, pls <3 

He had brought Kaori into post game interviews before but you were always there so this would really be the first time he’d take care of her by himself for a period of time longer than an hour

He’s a good parent dw !! he had just spent the whole night thinking about the most random shit and he ended up sleeping like three hours 

He was thinking about horses cause Ushijima brought them up in an interview >:0

You were still mad tho 

It had been a while and he had actually shown to you that he could take care of her by himself so you were fine with him taking her to practice

He was super pumped and was practically shaking in excitement (he was texting Akaashi the whole morning asdlfjskdf)

Bokuto-san AGHASHEE!!!!! Y/N IS LETTING ME TAKE KAORI  TO PRACTICE!!!!!!!!! AGHASHEE Congrats, Bokuto-san. 

That conversation but every two minutes

I’m sorry Akaashi <3 

He also texts the whole group chat and Hinata’s equally as excited

Kaori and Hinata were best friends !!!! She literally loved him

Like he would put her on his shoulders and they’d run around for hours

How he has so much energy goes beyond everyone but it’s fun to watch 

You lectured him for half an hour about what he should do in certain situations and unlike most times, he listened really well because :(( the baby cares about Kaori

Both Kaori and him actually walked with you to the train station and saw you off before heading to practice !! 

He normally drives to practice because he has a super nice car and it’s easier to drive with Kaori instead of public transportation

When they get to the gym, he goes running in with Kaori on his shoulders 

“WE HAVE ARRIVEEEED!!!!!!!!” 

cue Hinata cheering super loudly

Kaori’s giggling and being all cute omg i love her

She was being carried in on her dad’s shoulders so Bo lets her down and she immediately runs (read: waddles quickly) to Hinata

“Hinata-nii!!!!”

Hinata starts crying-- jk, no

He goes “Kaori-chan!” and scoops her up in his beefy arms 

BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA

Sorry

She’s giggling and she like kisses his cheek and everyone’s like “so cute...” ohmyogd babies

Similar to her dad, she’s super friendly!! and a bit simple minded

It’s literally in her blood to not actually hate anyone so she gets along with EVERYONE at practice

She even makes the coach super soft omg

Atsumu’s just watching her and being like “child. want. child-- oh god, i need a kid.” cause she’s just so god damn cute

Lol atsumu having twins cause it’s a gene or smth idk biology

I barely passed bio please spare me <3

I actually got an 80 smth on my final last year don’t listen to me

Sakusa being hesitant at first to be near her but she’s actually super sweet to him!!

CAUSE LIKE HER DAD SHE’S ACTUALLY REALLY EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT AND CAN READ PEOPLE REALLY WELL

like she saw Sakusa’s face and was like “oh!! I remember what dad said!!” 

Kou talks about his teammates a lot and somehow Kaori remembered him telling her about how Sakusa’s a germaphobe so she’s like

“Sir!! I washed my hands!! I’m not dirty!!” and he

He just 👁👄👁 

He thinks she’s cute and treasures her now

Suddenly Kaori has a whole team of dads

it’s okay

Bokuto itching to let her play volleyball but at the same time worrying about her if she does

It’s like the angel and the devil on his shoulders

One sides like

let her pLAY!!!!! LET HER PLAY (read it as if it’s the LEt ME INNN meme)

While the other sides like

👁👄👁 (y/n) will kill me if she gets hurt and i’ll kill myself if she gets hurt and hinata will kill me if she gets hurt-

In the end he gives her a volleyball after she asks once and he’s like ‘PFFT KAORI-CHAN IF YOU INSIST’ while she’s like

dude i asked to play once and normally someone disagrees with me tf are you on, sir? 

she tries to pick the ball up but it ends up being half her size and it’s just... such a cute image

Bo takes a picture of it and sends it to you!!

You reply back in seconds lol

Kou-kun ❤💖 [image.jpeg] LOOK AT HER!! FUTURE PRO (Y/N)-CHAN!! (Y/N) MY LOVE ❤💕❤💕💕❤💕❤💕 be careful letting her hold that it’s too big!! but so cute!!! have fun taro <3

He ends up taking the ball away after a bit because she can’t walk while holding it

Eventually practice has to start tho so he asks her to sit on the bench and she’s an obedient angel and does so !!

The whole time she’s like swinging her legs and watching her dad practice

It’s fun for her to see him play 

Okay but like I’ve said, she’s similar to her dad

At one point at practice during a break, she stole Atsumu’s water and was running around the gym with him chasing her

He was ofc not actually chasing her cause he found it cute that she was trying to steal his stuff

Lol Sakusa being like “oh, you can’t catch up to a child? are your knees getting bad, old man?”

Atsumu’s like “bro, we’re the same age”

Sakusa ignores him

She ends up TRIPPInG AND ATSUMU’s LIke “Oh fuck” 

SHE CRIES

omg Bokuto’s like “tsum tsum-- do you want to die 👁👄👁🗡” because she just got hurt because of him

Atsumu picks her up and is apologizing so god damn much

This is the first time anyone’s seen Bokuto remotely irritated

Kaori: WAAAHHHH

Atsumu: please, child... i don’t want to die today... please... shhhhhhh

He lets her down and she walks (read: waddles) over to her dad and is giving him puppy eyes omg

Bokuto stops being mad and scoops her up and he’s like “did Kao-chan get a boo boo” and she nods, sniffling

Ohmygod dad bokuto dad bokuto dad bokuto stop

suddenly I actually want kids

no

Shion ends up getting a first aid kit since Meian asked (woah more black jackals players except I don’t really know how to write for them??? woahhh)

Shion roasts Atsumu with Sakusa for letting her fall and suddenly Atsumu’s the bad guy

lol

By the end of practice tho Kaori’s fine !!!

She’s back to her regular happy self so cute :(

She asks Bo to call you and when you pick up she shows you her bandaid on her knee and is like “Miya-san was chasing me and I fell!!”

Suddenly Atsumu feels a cold chill and knows you found out lol

Hi this is (y/n), and you’re watching disney channel-

good luck, atsumu *stops camera*

Kageyama Tobio

He

sigh

He would be equally as confused as a father as Ushijima

It’s okay, he’s trying his best

You normally work from home so you guys haven’t really hired a nanny! 

And if you needed someone to watch your guys’ son, Sho (which can mean to fly oho see what I did there I’m so smart), you just drop him off at your parents’ house or Miwa’s!

WAIT SHO... SHOYO... WAIT I DIDN’T EVEN DO THIS ON PURPOSE IM LITERALLY

However, today was the only time you had to go in for like the next few months and both your parents and Miwa are busy

So, you enlist in your husbands help

“Tobio... I need you to watch Sho...” 

He spits out his milk “wHAT” cause like,, he’s hardly taken care of Sho by himself and normally had either his sister or you around

He doesn’t actually spit out his milk-- you’d kill him if he did because it would be a pain in the ass to clean up <3

It takes a bit of convincing being he’s really nervous about taking care of Sho!!

Okay but he’s a great dad dw it’s just he’s nervous about having another human being literally rely on him completely

You also just remind him that Romero’s a father so he won’t be completely on his own while taking care of Sho

So he somehow gets to the gym with Sho in one piece but he’s literally so stiff like bro, i need you to relax

Hoshiumi yelling “KAGEYAMA SHO!!!!!!!” and Sho (who has actually met the team like two times) goes like “HOFIUMI-SAN!!!!!” 

Sho’s a bit of an energetic bby-- he’s less emotionally constipated than his dad <3

He’s... he reminded you guys of Shoyo and well, you thought it would be nice to name him after his god father

No this isn’t a kagehina post i swear i love them but this is me saying that i love their friendship sm omg stop im gonna cry 402 really just popped into my head again

Hoshiumi getting mad when he sees that Sho has actually grown even though he’s a grown ass man and the little toddler would not, in fact, be catching up that soon

“KAGEYAMA SHO HAVE YOU GROWN >:0000!!!!!” 

Sir, pls... sit down

The Adlers all love Sho since they’ve come into contact with him like twice at games before 

Ushijima just... doesn’t know how to interact with Sho

He just stares down at him and honestly Sho stares back up without fear

Kageyama Sho: no (0) fears 

I think it’s cause his father gives a similar stare sometimes and he just... got used to it

Ushijima gives him that stare and Sho just goes SIGH this again

Jk he’s a baby

He literally looks up at Ushiwaka and gives him this cute ass grin and Ushijima’s like “oh, children are very cute.”

Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun

Romero does, in fact, give Kags some tips about fathering and ends up showing pictures of Rubens to the team (love that) 

OKAY BUT LIKE OFF TOPIC FROM THE PRACTICE BUT

Sho being such a big fan of Hinata and being like “woAHHH!!! I’M NAMED AFTER HIM!!!” 

Hinata rubs it in Kags face because Sho practically idolizes him

anyways

Practice starts and Sho’s just sitting on the gym floor with a volleyball in his hands cause he

Kags just giving newborn Sho a volleyball and expecting him to become acquainted

It worked

Sho’s used to holding onto volleyballs and even tries to hit it but everytime he did, he’d fall backwards onto his lil bum and would be like :(

Kageyama watching from the other side of the gym and his heart just goes AHHHHHHHHHH

He’s about to cry that is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

Sho making sure he doesn’t interrupt practice!!! and like chasing after the ball to make sure it doesn’t go onto the courts!!!

Cute babs is so good :(

He ends up tripping tho and starts to tear up and Kags is watching during practice and goes “OH GOD”

He’s literally whipping his head from Sho to his coach and has this desperate look on his face 

he’s saying “JUST ONE BREAK!! JUST ONE, SIR!!” with his eyes and his coach just gives in

Kageyama going from one side of the gym to the next at insane speed

Sho: dad :((( i hwurt my knee :(((

Kags just picks him up and cradles him to his chest (he does this after making sure there’s no blood or anything-- it’s literally just a little bit red) 

Kags being a good dad just... WEAK

Only like two minutes later, Sho stops sniffling and is like “!!! go back to practice daddy!!” 

Kags does and he can’t focus on Sho anymore cause his coach would yell at him asldfjlsf

At the end of practice, Sho is like “dad i wanna play voweyball!!!!!!” and Kags heart just CLENCHES

He grabs his heart like that meme or smth 

You call them cause you know when practice normally ends and Sho’s just talking a lot and it’s so cute

He’s super excited and you’re like !!! My CUTE CHILD !!!!

Lol you tease Kags cause he was worrying about nothing

“Maybe I’ll let you take care of him by yourself more often Tobio” “Pls, I lost ten years of my life when I saw him fall pls not yet <3″ 

[stray-tori]

TPN Vol 13 (and some earlier volumes) Thoughts

I honestly thought there’d be more sort of... domestic fun times in the shelter with the dadsTM but Ig not, okay byeeee- (i wish i could be sad, come on brain)

I also just... they HAD to throw in that romantic sub...element before he died?? really? was that necessary? ugh. I felt like they could have done more of these flashes to the past earlier and then just reminded us of them here but... oh well.

Also Emma’s dreams give her therapy. I’m not sure if TPN is saying that these sort of visions are actually some sort of supernatural connection but I find the idea funny that Emma gives herself therapy in her dreams and just SENSES the timing of the explosion (again, weird “placing scenes inbetween other things that already happened”) - that was intense, but I just... I’m not huge on these outright CONVERSATIONS. I think for Ray’s hallucination it worked better because (and the german dub goes in on this even more) Norman just says things (even if a bit different) that were already said before, so it’s more of a.... coming together I guess.

That also kind of bothered me about the scene when Emma is passed out   in GP, it just felt a little “??”, thanks Emma for giving yourself a pep talk by imagining all of that. Ik she’s close to death BUT HOW DID SHE KNOW HOW PEOPLE DIED THAT SHE NEVER MET.

We kind of joked that since the eye necklace gives Emma that one experience on the water, it might be what triggers these things? but then again, it also happens earlier so probably not-

but it’s a fun little inside joke, “ah, there the eye goes again”.

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STUPID KIDS- I mean yes let the kids be stupid sometimes but GOD WHY NOW, GO BACK- though ig if they had the mech owls, they might have easily found them again anyway. who knows.

How convenient that the randoms always died.

BUT injuries actually persist and are dealt with instead of just time-skipping to when the person in question is okay again :) Emma’s stab had no weight, it was only there for Yugo’s arc and was not dealt with satisfyingly for me hh...

I didn’t talk about this I think because I didn’t note down things for that volume, but hh idk, she seemed PERFECTLY FINE when she got up again, which was hard for me to believe... and afterwards, we couldn’t have gotten one or a few chapter(s) showing the things Emma recaps happened while she was out? We couldn’t have gotten some angsty panels with unconscious Emma and people coming to her side? come on :(

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please get Andrew off my screen pls end my suffering, i do not want to LOOK AT THIS.

but also. goddamn. shounen manga, huh-

LIKE THIS IS EPIC BUT ALSO I DO NOT WANT TO SEE IT.

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HAHAHA I THOUGHT THE ANIME CAME UP WITH THIS CONVENIENT DEMON NOM dsihsds, the manga executed it better (i will never get over how the anime cast just sits there like :o at the first time seeing a human being eaten but hey) but it’s still... very convenient oml.

Ray just wants to be burdened. the man wants to use his resolve to kill. let him.

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Minerva time - obviously the secrecy is kinda ruined by the anime and by spoilers, but... idk... do people actually not find obscuring people... sus? I mean I GUESS the first time we saw the person with the hood, they also didn’t show his face SO I SUPPOSE it’s not completely unlikely that it’s just continuing to do that - but why would you not show it if it was actually James? He already had a face reveal. And the super harsh shadows on only him just look kind of awkward and hhh I DON’T KNOW-

As much as I like this scene as their introduction and I’m glad we get to see the mass production farm (the hug killed me), I also would have preferred them to omit him from it or just not show it NOW (they love their insert-scenes-in-hindsight stick way too much anyway) to commit to the “secrecy” approach for the audience. But maybe I just don’t get it. And I do like the scene so I’ll shut up and take it.

I will say... Barbara eating demon meat reveal in the anime... i liked that more tbh. Because we realize it with Emma and Ray and the way it frames the meat and her hate talk, it’s just MWAH-

Though they also have a lot more personality in the manga which I feel wouldn’t have hurt their anime counterparts.

I still pledge for a two year age-up for this story iduskhjds, it wouldn’t have hurt in general but also jsut because... imagining a 13 y/o dramatically pulling his hood off on a balcony in front of a crowd is just... not as epic to me as it’s supposed to be I think fuishdjs

And as much as the execution of the Norman reveal in the anime deserves to be dunked on and as awkward as the “walking up without saying anything” is... at least being in a demon community was a good reason to actually, yknow OBSCURE their faces and hide them naturally. I didn’t really think about this before BUT that actually makes a lot of sense and I like that more than the harsh shadow treatment.

I also always thought that the “Minerva” cover was supposed to make them come to him, which I GUESS it did, but he had his messages anyway (the way I thought it went was that he had no way to contact them, so he took that cover so they’d come find him eventually and stuff) and ALSO sent people out to find them so I guess it wasn’t the only reason - I suppose it’s also for other children/humans who know Minerva. I actually really like this element, I think it’s neat. I just thought it wouldn’t be this.... in your face and more sort of... not showing him at all until they meet him.

I also hope he actually told the squad his name is James, he’s just like a completely different person, actually sadssda.

I just find it funny to think about Lucas hearing some young soft-spoken boy, maybe barely being grazed by puperty voice and going, “yup, thats the same person as I heard on the phone with Emma :)” just. how. like if he didn’t think so I would have assumed he’d mentioned it.

Also another case of “we didn’t hint this, we didn’t show this off to the side in a panel (or tori is blind), BUT IT HAPPENED GUYS I SWEAR. HE ALSO GAVE IT TO OLIVER I SWEAR!!!!-”

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I didn’t know about the mech owls. interesting.

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I find Jin and Hayato’s reactions to the group interesting. the group kind of sees all the GF escapees as holy or also as their rescuers sth because like, if they hadn't escaped, none of them would be free, etc. Which now that I think about it, is... technically not true ig since Norman could have escaped Lambda even without the GF escape succeeding so. HM. And ig since they bowed to them, I think maybe it's jsut "wow you escaped on your own, you're so cool"? I just wonder if they kind of began thinking that way on their own or if Minerva's protecc squad/Minerva kind of gave them reason to behave that way by talking about the GF escape or something... probably they just did it on their own but I'm just rambling.

or maybe they’re just impressed they aren’t incompetent.

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idk if im forgetting anything but yee, here we go. I’m just being a judgy prick, I’m enjoying it (mostly bc our read is just chaotic).

[power-of-plot]

Your hero.

MHA S4 AND MANGA SPOILERS!

Soo.. i was mourning a character’s death when i suddenly had an epiphany of this.. drabble? scenario? imagine? idk someone plz illuminate me, i can’t tell the diference.

Warnings: None. Gn reader! :}

Summary: Mirio celebrates the return of his quirk with you. It’s short ik couldn’t think of something else, i need some sleep okay?!

“It’s been a year now, huh..?”

It had been several months since you received the distressing news about the loss of Mirio’s quirks due to a drug developed by the Yakuza, able to erase quirks from someone’s organism or rather reverting it to such point it was like it never was there in the first place.

 Even so, you could count with one single hand the times the weight of losing his quirk and his master had truly affected him to the point of tears. Why? Why him? When related to Mirio those questions repeating on loop in your mind were self-explanatory, it was more than unthinkable he ever did something to deserve having part of his very soul stolen from him, someone like him, who would gladly exchange his life for someone else’s indiscriminately. 

“Time happens so fast, doesn’t it?” Your forever cheerful boyfriend exclaimed from the other side of the phone. “Come on, don’t be sad.. i actually have a surprise for you! It will definitely cheer you up!”

“A surprise..? But i thought you’d be busy at U.A today?” You asked before hearing him snicker, laying back on the bench you were sitting on you waited for his response.“Today was pretty quick! Oh this reminds me, Eri says hi!” “Aw.. is she doing well?” “Yeah! Today in particular she gave me a very big smile, you should have seen it” Your heart swelled at the painful thoughts you tried to forget kicking in, it was thanks to him that Eri was able to smile.. he had lost of his greatest motivations and even so didn’t stop. “So.. what is the surprise?” “Heheh! You’ll never be able to guess so i’ll give you a clue: it’s something you can only see in person, where are you?” “Hehe at the park, i wonder what is it.. is it a..”

The particular way he giggled.. was like a good omen, it had something, it caused an unexplainable feeling in your gut about this childish game being infinitely more than that, you could feel it as he notified you he would show up anytime soon.

“Haha told you! I’ll give you the ultimate clue, if this doesn’t make you guess i don’t know what will: it’s alive.”

You could feel the answer at the tip of your tongue, eyes widening at the unknown thought no, it was forgotten, it was something you had seen before, something strong enough to leave a mark you would recognize even a milenia after. “Mirio..? What is it..?” The mood turned insdescribably tense before you could notice, his voice being your only source of slight comfort.

“Well you see...” Thump. You swore you heard something hitting the ground right behind you, turning around you saw.. a phone? It looked like someone had simply left it there, it probably was a bad joke, yeah it had to be that.

“I am the surprise.”

“Ha?!” You heard his voice, it sounded like he was a foot away as much so why couldn’t you see him?

“Down here!”

Inmediately looking down without a second thought your e/c eyes met Mirio’s.

 Whose head was poking out the ground.

That is his quirk. His quirk was gone. Eri was able to get him back to normal. Did they find a cure to the drug?! It finally happened. Lemillion’s legacy would not end. Your mind was floded with a plethora of thoughts and overwhelming emotions, you wanted to do so many things at the time the single body you had wasn’t enough, all the words you could possibly think of had gotten stuck in your throat.

“Mirio...” His name was the only word you managed to articulate as the lump in your throat slowly pushed tears through your eyes. 

As he used to, he sank into the ground to jump out a second later though this time was different, he didn’t yell a catchy phrase nor made any flashy pose to land, he merely stood there holding out his muscular arms to you while the wind moved the long scarlet cape of his hero suit. He was wearing his hero suit.. one more image of him you had forgotten.

Jumping into his arms felt like meting him again after an eternity without a chance to even say goodbye, indeed it had been, a part of him had left without warning tearing into shreds many strings of both’s hearts. You held onto each other like your lifes depended on it, your and his arms wrapping around as much flesh as they could, as tight as possible without it becoming painful, the warmth of your bodies eventually fused into a higher temperature as you stayed right there like statues frozen in time but neither of you cared, you craved his touch, he was eager to give you a feeling of protection he had lost even for himself.

“This means you’re going to go back into pranking me with your quirk, doesn’t it..?” You managed to chuckle in tears, judging by his shoulders shaking a second later he was chuckling as well “Ah.. you’ll go back to your patrols too” He gently loosened his grip around your body to make eye contact yet keeping the gap between you short by nearly putting his forehead against yours “I won’t be coming back to work until a week later, i technically don’t have the authorization to wear my hero suit again yet heh”

“You what-” His tender nervous smile was enough to brush off any concerns you might’ve had “Showing off, aren’t we?” “Haha you could put it that way, i know the loss of my quirk really affected you so i thought this could be a great way of saying:

 ‘i am here’

 ...in any case, i might give a hand to some people here and there to celebrate, after all one million is a big number i gotta do my name justice! Let’s go, shall we m’lady?” You laughed at his goofy chivalry as he offered you the crook of his arm to hold with a deeper voice, following the game you changed your tone and held your head up trying to seem elegant “Of course hoho though there’s one mistake i have to correct you of.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“You did do your name justice, you are one less step away from one million.. you saved me- from my sadness.” As you softly rubbed your fingers over the fabric of his cape you had in your grip looking at him with a soft smile Mirio took a shaky breath overwhelmed by your sudden claim.

That sensation of accomplisment, of feeling more complete after even with small trivialities he was able to help someone out hit him with the weight of a thousand All Mights. He bit his lip blinking back some tears and he slid his long cape over your shoulder to show protection 

“I’ll save you a million times more, i’ll always be your hero.”

*UGLY SOBBING* This is short but i really hope you liked it :”) this is just some warming up so i get used to post more frequently. I think it was decent for something i came up with at 2 am lmao

[dukeofonions]

hi so i.found ur blog and its honestly like a breath of fresh air to look at so if its ok i might just fuckin,,vent here.

so. ik a lot of other people have been talking abt how pof was really straining to watch and i am.very late to the party but i need to talk abt it bcz holy fuck. when i first watched it i was in a way better place mwntally, also the general excitement of wow,content kinda overrode the headache and the eye hurty and the just. bad. but i was rewatching it recently because i was basing a fic off it and i just. i couldnt finish it because all of it was just so much and there was no fuckin warning?? so that was pog ig

next thing because i have. a lot of thoughts. ive been in the fandom for not-very-long, i joined in the middle of 2019 or something.and it just kinda sucks because im only still here for the fandom. i love the series but i can only watch dwit and compilations of logan/roman being sad so much before i can basically recite them off the top of my head. but i reallyreally love writing for the fandom!! it makes me so happy to do the writing, its just the fact that im not as invested with the series that makes me feel,,idk man guilty ig?? anyway thats too deep for a rant so im.a move on

god so tw me not liking post aa virgil and me talking abt toxic friends but hoooly fuck man. i just. pre aa virgil was fun because he was snarky and sarcastic and i could actually stand the nagst because his character made sense?? he was the 'bad guy' and he wasnt as woobified back then and he was honestly a solid vibe. but post aa virgil gives off the vibe of that one friend who fuckin, gets angry at you when you bring up any of your mental health issues and then blames their outburst on their mental health issuea and its like?? no i hate that character dynamic. people say bad things when the feel bad, sure, ik i have, but its the vibe of 'im gonna threaten you and then blame it on my mental health but if you so much as look at me wrong while ur having sensory overload or something i will smite you with the force of one thousand suns' and i am just.so tired. also ithink someone else said this but we should just call the series 'virgil sanders and the rest' because thats what it is now ksbdjqkbsq

also (all ofthese are my opinions btw and im not trying to say im rigbt im just tired honestly) the way. in pof the way patton's whole thing is 'you need empathy' is not funky fresh for both people with low empathy and high empathy 😎 bcz ppl with too much/too little empathy are always told theyre 'cold' or that theyre 'oversensitive', the whole 'there is an average amount of empathy and if u dont have that fuck you actually' is icky and bad and gross. i do think patton's character is really well done in the series but that episode jjust personally. ick.

and finally the moment uve not been waiting for bcz this is probably really tiring to read but the moment youve been waiting for-fwsa.just. why. its cute and stuff and i love nico. nico is a vibe. also bathroom man john is great. but shouldnt roman still be on shit terms with thomas?? like lk we're just gonna sweep away the whole 'i thought i wad ur hero' shizz? cool cool, glad to know romans arc still aint happening. also i get it, we needed to cement that virgil is a light side now. but like..did we?? actually bcz this is so long im gonna send in a second ask (im sososorry if this clogs up ur ask box if u tell me to stop i will i just. many thoughts) abt how even though i hate virgil, his arc should have been done. so differently. just gonna put like,, a mushroom emoji here so u can put the 2 asks together if u want 🍄

You’re always free to vent here! Sorry it took so long to respond but life has a cruel habit of getting in the way of things I need to do. 

So for starters, the POF problem should be talked about more so I can assure you that you’re not late to the party. It never really got the amount of attention it deserved so I am more than willing to bring that back up and trust me, you’re not alone. 

And again, you’re not alone in this either! Plenty of people still enjoy creating content for these characters. You don’t have to feel guilty for not finding the actual series interesting because honestly, I’m kinda losing interest too. But I still love these characters and I love that the fandom is still creating stories with them through different mediums.

Honestly I agree with just about everything you said about Virgil and I do eventually plan on tackling a lot of this in a future post. You know, if I ever force myself to just sit down and write the dang thing... 

Oh my gosh I’ve been waiting for someone to talk about this because that whole thing about empathy in POF really ticked me off because you’re absolutely right, not everyone is 100% empathetic, and some people can be empathetic to a point where it hurts themselves. Like I get what they were trying to say but it came across as, well, like you said. “If you’re don’t have this exact level of empathy then eff you I guess you’re a bad person.” Maybe that actually wasn’t their intention but it sure came across that way and maybe I’ll go into it a little more in another post because now that I’ve been reminded of it again I kinda wanna talk about it more. 

Okay yes, FWSA on its own is a good episode. Heck, it’s one of my favorites. It feels closer to a season one episode than ATHD that’s for sure. The problem with this episode isn’t the quality but the fact that it comes right after POF. And I’ve basically gone over this in my “Problem With Asides” post and how it affects both Roman and Virgil’s current arcs so I won’t go into much more detail here but just know that I pretty much agree with all of this. 

Also don’t worry about cluttering up my inbox. It’s here for people to share their thoughts and that’s exactly what you’re doing! Hope to see your part two soon mushroom anon! 

[wenwenbittercake]

✨✨Bnha break ups✨✨

Iida edition

(This is totally based on my opinion so please don't hate know me thank youu)

So I think this is how Iida and you broke up.

Back in UA, Iida would be cautious about you a lot. You guys would go on dates, walk back home together and go to each other dorms for sleep overs 😏😏😏(no you guys didn't bang while in UA)

He would often litter you would gifts all the time and would be so cuddly and in touch with you. Even if u have a bad day he would turn it upside down. He was such a sweet guy.

You both move in to an apartment near his office after graduating UA. The first month was fine, Iida was excited about the new life that he got and everything seems positive.

However, after a month, he started to focus on work a lot, he doesn't have much free times so you didn't go on dates. Even if he got free time,it would often be sex or working on his laptop. He didn't give you gifts or surprises surprises anymore. You were quite understandable about it, you appreciate that he's a hard working hero and saving lives but..

You often wonder if you regret about this life you choose, is it too late to go back? You wonder. All you do all days is do chores and watch TV. You didn't call your friends anymore and hang out with them anymore. You wonder if he didn't value you anymore or did he just lose feelings for you.Of course, you tell this to Iida bit he wouldn't take it seriously and just ignore you. There was no love when he holds you or talk to you anymore.

One night, Iida came home late, looking all drunk and messy. You knew something is wrong.

"Babe your back! I was waiting for you." You said as you pointed out to the dinner table.

"No I'm fine, I just ate" He said as he walk straight into the bed room.

You felt ignored and neglected. Suddenly, weeks and weeks of neglect and sadness pours out as tears. You cried silently, how did things turn out like this.

"Honey what's wrong? " He ask again, this time holding your hand while sitting besides you on the couch.

Next morning, you packed your stuff and waited in the living room, Iida of course, came out wearing a suit and tie. All ready for work. He realized that you normally prepared a cup of coffee and a sandwich for him, but this morning you didn't. He then turn to look at you carefully. He realized the tension in the air.

"Honey what's wrong? "

You were so filled up with emotions you didn't know what to say. Your hands started to feel cold and you starts to shake a bit.

"Honey what's wrong? " He asked again, but this time holding your hand while sitting beside you.

"Iida.... I think we need a break. T-this is not working out between us" These words shattered Iida. He was confused and scared.

"Babe what are you talking about? I don't understand? "

"I said we need to break up! " You are sobbing at this point. You obviously don't want to break up but this relationship is no going well anyways.

He look besides you and see your luggage and know exactly what's going on.

"B-babe let's talk this out. I'm not perfect but I can change for sure."

"So can you please, stay the same like we use to. Can we go to dates and cuddle together more. Can you give me time again tmr or now?"

A brief silent passes. No response.

"You know how much this job means to me, I can't just take a day off with no reason."

With that, you snap, you at least expect him to say agreed cause you were breaking up with him but no, you realize he would choose to be a hero instead of you.

You stood up and walk to the door.

"W-wait! " He grab your wrist and pull you back.

"Let go of me!"

"Listen I'm sorry but can we talk about this when I come back home? Like ik you're stressed out due to staying at home. Here! Take this-" He pull out his metalbcredit card out of his wallet and put it in your hand. "-go out and have fun and relax a bit, I'm sur-"

You slap his face hard and threw his credit card to his face.

"Do u think I want your money? If this is why u treated me like shit then your wrong. I want you to appreciate having me but instead you make me feel less and less worthy every day. I hate it I hate it I HATE IT! "

Iida is shocked he was silently for a while but.. Not long he slam you're back against to door and pressed you by the neck there. You didn't realize how strong he is until now.

When he realizes what he did he step back.

"I-i'm sor-"

You slam your door at him and leave. Your heart felt shattered. All u want to hear is a sorry or an apology not and neck choke.

It took a few month for you to recover from the break up but u eventually forgot about it. You got back to the hero agency and decided to start your live again. You are not weak like you were before, you learn to forgive Iida again. You realize it's your fault that you weren't much open with him. You should have seen his side of the story before leaving.

You later see Iida again on your patrol, he look tired and not so good. He have a short beard and have baggy eyes. He still have his iconic straight eyebrows and bossy attitude. You guys get close again and become friends. And finally, he confessed that he was working really hard because he was planing a proposal to you. And it hurts him when you said you're not worthy because you worth more than anything in the world to him. Of course, he will give up on his job for you but if he stop working, he will not be able to have a family with you. This make him panic and he overworked. After the break up, he regrets what he did that night and never forgive him self for it. He didn't talk to you back because he scared that he might traumatize you and him calling you back would trigger it more. (So the point is he over think and that's why he didn't call you back)

After you hear this, you didn't think a sec to go back with him. You and Iida work as a hero and marry a few years later. And have kids and blah blah blah you get it.

The thing is, Iida will never think less of you in what ever way. He will over think but never degrade you. He loves you and value you a lot.

(Thanks for read and I hope u all enjoy it thank you❤❤❤❤ ✨✨✨💞💖💖🥺🥺)

[fluffrry]

Say It//Harry Styles Blurb

Anonymous asked:  Heyy you're back! So could you write something where YN and Harry have a fight and it's always H apologising and he forces her to accept her mistake and apologize ik you wrote something like this already thanksss🥺

Note- This piece is both angst and fluff and has a few curse words. Enjoy!! 

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The trees outside your window were swaying with the wind. Thick, large water droplets came from the sky and weighed down the leaves, eventually sliding down their bodies and falling towards the ground. You watched this, as your face mimicked the weather outside. A few stray tears created a slim road from your eyes, down your cheeks, and onto the soft, yellow, throw pillow that was flush against your chest. You tended to cry when you were agitated and didn’t know how to fix it.

No matter how sad you were, how cold and longing for touch, you simply were not going to apologize right now. Harry had quietly grabbed his keys from the night stand in the bedroom you shared a few minutes before, mumbling something about a store and some dinner. You refused to look at him, worried that if you did emotions would spill over and cause you speak. 

You and Harry both felt you were being unreasonable. It was a simple and straight forward argument, centering around you forgetting to pick Harry up from the airport for the second time in a row. Your excuses were always made up, of course. Why would you want to tell him you were too consumed in a Netflix show to check your phone? It wasn’t purposeful. You were just forgetful. 

Harry was typically the apologetic one in the relationship, only because you were less forgiving and wanted all issues to be wrapped up neatly in an “I’m sorry, baby”.

You had no good excuse, and you felt much worse about it than Harry could gauge from your expression. 

“I was there for two hours waiting for you. I didn't know where you were or if you were okay. You couldn't even text me?” Harry had said earlier. “I just want an apology. We all make mistakes, but this is the second time. Just take accountability.”

“I didn’t mean it,” You whispered, making eye contact with your feet as they nervously changed position. 

You didn’t know why you couldn’t just say sorry. Maybe because if you took accountability, you would have to make up for it, and in making up for it you would feel worse about your mistake than you did now. 

Your heart beat slowed as the rain continued to pick up. You watched a squirrel scamper across three lawns to the closest tree with leaves, bounding up it and disappearing into the foliage. For some reason it eased your anxiety, seeing how far the squirrel was willing to go to be under the comfort of the leaves’ touch. You would have to do the same, because you had a feeling Harry was going to make you apologize this time.

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“They were out of apples,” Harry spoke. His hands were pulling groceries from the reusable bags he insisted on using. He was far from happy with you. His tone was unwavering and passive, as though he didn’t want to waste volume or eye contact on this conversation. 

“Can we talk?” You asked, walking closer to Harry and leaning forward to peek at his expression. 

“About?” He knew what about, but hearing it from you was what you assumed he was aiming for. 

“The airport...thing. When I didn’t get you.”

“Mhm. I’m listening.”

You observed a small milk jug as it hung by Harry’s side. His expression was empty, which you’d learned is worse than angry when it comes to him.

“It was really...shitty of me to do that to you. You’re right. I had no clue if you were okay and I was just stressed from work and not thinking.” 

Harry’s expression stayed the same. 

“This isn’t about me though. I’m gonna be more considerate of your time and feelings and...stuff” Gosh. You sounded like a five year old. 

Harry could tell you felt awkward. Your relationship was fairly new and he had a feeling you’ve never had much practice apologizing with no help from others. Things always change when you move in together. You have no time to forget because the person is always right there. 

“Okay. Thank you for saying that,” Harry remarked. “That isn’t quite a sorry, though, is it?”

“I’m really sorry, Harry,” You continued. “I need to pay more attention.” 

“Alright. I accept your apology. Can I have a hug now?”

You nodded and walked into his arms, letting out hot air as he embraced you. “Won’t happen again,” You whispered. “Promise.”

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Thank you for reading!! My ask box is open for any feedback or chatter. Please reblog if you enjoy, it means the world. 

[nyerus]

hii what are ur thoughts about having friends like FengQing? i will totally dislike them for leaving my side w/o any good reason if they were my friends. AND idk if i will forgive them if they show up years ltr (uk what i mean?) like where were u when i needed u both? why show up only now? yes ik.. youre both busy with all the duties and all... but im? here? alone? for the past few years:( and yes ik maybe youre guilty but isnt it a little too late? i feel so bad for xielian tbvh

Hiya Anon!

To be honest, I agree. That's a lot of baggage and a lot of pain there. But ultimately, I think the XianLe Trio's dynamic is rather complicated as a result of their extreme circumstance. In our world, we will likely never experience such extreme situations so it's hard to say precisely, but bottom line: if my friends left me out to dry in my time of need, I would so not be as forgiving as Xie Lian at all LOL. Especially since Xie Lian suffered so much--of which, the two of them will never know the true extent. ;;;;; It really does hurt....

On that note, Hua Cheng being very antagonistic (especially towards Mu Qing) is completely understandable. He truly sees what they did as a straight-up betrayal; that Feng Xin and Mu Qing are nothing more than fairweather friends.

But in truth I think the two of them truly did care and wanted what was best for Xie Lian, but it turned out extremely Bad for a variety of reasons. Mu Qing almost certainly wanted to ascend in order to take Xie Lian and Feng Xin to middle heaven and keep them comfortable and safe (though he didn't not COMMUNICATE that whatsoever). Doesn't really forgive him betraying Xie Lian on the mountain, but he's a means-justify-the-ends type of man who figured Xie Lian's short-term emotional distress was worth his long-term well-being. Incorrect assumption there.... RIP. But empathy is not Mu Qing’s strong point.

Meanwhile, Feng Xin also was driven away by Xie Lian--but given how Xie Lian VERY CLEARLY suffered intense and unknown trauma, it's sad that Feng Xin didn't notice that it was an intense cry for help. But in his defense, he took care of Xie Lian's parents for that whole time and was utterly baffled by it all. (And poor Xie Lian was trying to protect himself from more trauma and rationalized "if I push him away first, it won't hurt when he eventually leaves me too" -- but it hurt him all the same.)

Additionally, I think it's also important to note that there is actually a 4/5-year gap between the end of book 2 and the beginning of book 4. (We know this because Hua Cheng was 14 when he made the promise on Mt. Taicang to never forget Xie Lian--right before Xie Lian was banished. And then Hua Cheng died when he was 18-19.) So Feng Xin and Mu Qing stayed with him for a while; they didn't up and leave immediately, so that’s there.

Ultimately it comes down to two things: 1) Feng Xin and Mu Qing both put Xie Lian on a pedestal. Different pedestals, but dehumanizing all the same. So when Xie Lian showed vulnerability, weakness, and other extremely human sides of himself, neither of them were able to process it well. This, coupled with their situation itself, caused their bonds to basically shatter under pressure. 2) To be fair to both of them, everyone has their limits. Sometimes, you do have to take care of yourself especially when things seem hopeless, so their respective reasons for leaving were not totally invalid. As shitty as it is. :/

Also, I think Feng Xin and Mu Qing probably searched for him--especially indicated by how the two of them immediately go down to help Xie Lian when he resurfaces (and yes, that's also due to their down guilt too lol!!). But since Xie Lian was very intentional about staying off the radar, it's understandable that neither of them were able to find or help him. After all, we know that Hua Cheng searched for him and was unable to find him as well--even though he got close. And Hua Cheng has perfect luck, and STILL couldn't find our boy lksdjflksdjfls. Truly unfortunate Lianlian.

And given that 800 years passed, I think Xie Lian eventually figured "there isn't any point in staying upset over the past." I'm glad they made up in the end, though also think they've got some stuff to work out as well lol.

Thank you for this ask!~ (´• ω •`)♡

[stufftippywrote]

Not My Type (fake dating AU) part 3

Part one | Part two

Help

He texts Lardo as soon as he can get free. It takes a handful of "no comment"s and some apologetic nods, but eventually the reporters lose the fire in their eyes, everyone goes back to being their dignified banquet selves, and he can fight his way out into the hallway.

Out here, the lights are lower, and the sounds of music and people are muffled through the wall. It's something of a respite for Jack, who sometimes gets caught up in scenes like this; too much around him and nothing to focus on, no object for him to put up tunnel vision around and block out everything else. In a crowded stadium, there's the puck, the feel of the ice under his blades. At a party like this, there's ... nothing. Just light and sound and too many people.

An answer finally comes from Lardo. Why help?

I don't know what to do. His thumbs feel huge and clunky on the thin skin of the phone.

Did you meet him?

He just manages to hit the Y key and the send button when he's interrupted by the clearing of a tenor throat.

Bitty -- Eric, Jack tries to correct himself, but Bitty really seems to fit much better -- is standing there, bowtie a little askew. He's glaring a little -- not full-on mad, just sober and determined. Jack feels the stare like it's the crack of a whip. He straightens up.

"Mr. Zimmermann, isn't it?" Bitty says. Jack nods. "Well, Mr. Zimmermann, I must have scoured every inch of that room for you."

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm--" He's stating the obvious like an idiot. "I've been out here."

"Do you want to keep doing this or not?" Bitty asks. "Are we done? I'm trying to help you out, but if you'd rather I don't, I have dishes to wash."

A pang of regret stings Jack. That's right, this guy is doing him a favor. It's for one night, and then he never has to see him again. "Right," he says, "Sorry."

His phone vibrates in his head. He looks down to see the text from Lardo:

Then, **flirt.**

Jack clears his throat and meets Bitty's eyes. "Do you ... want to dance?"

----

There are murmurs and a few more camera flashes as they make their way to the dance floor. It's not much of a dance floor; a jazz trio is doing old standards and only a handful of couples are old-style dancing, having polite conversations as they sway and turn in slow circles.

Jack reaches for Bitty, takes his shoulder instead of his waist because of the difference in their heights. It feels odd -- it's not the way he danced with girls in middle school, before juniors. Come to think of it, that may be the last time he danced, period.

Bitty seems to think nothing of it. He lays his fingertips lightly on Jack's waist, a barely-there touch, and offers his other hand. Jack reaches out to take it, but Bitty smiles -- a half-smile, coy as the moon behind a cloud -- and holds it back a moment. "Are you sure?" he half-teases. "Not too much?"

Jack's answer is to take firm hold of his hand and swing them around before relaxing into the rhythm of the music. If he's going to have to do this, he'll do it right.

Several bars of music go by, the two of them just sort of swaying there like a pair of reeds. It's awkward. It's so awkward. Bitty's smiling, but it's a fake smile now, for the benefit of those around them. Jack doesn't even think to smile himself. He tries to concentrate on the one-two-three-four of the music.

"Well," Bitty says through the false smile, "you're going to have to talk to me, sweetheart. Or at least smile. If you want them to buy this."

Jack shakes himself. "Um. Yeah. Sorry." He tries to smile, but it feels even faker than Bitty's. "So, Lard-- I mean, Larissa told you the situation?"

"Yes, I heard all about it." Bitty pauses. "It's brave, what you did."

"I -- thank you." Jack's heard that before, and he's not sure what to do with it. He's not doing this to look like a hero. The whole point is it shouldn't take bravery to say who you are.

"I mean it!" Some genuineness seems to warm the everpresent smile, a softness in Bitty’s nut-brown eyes. "If there'd been someone like you when I was growing up, maybe-- well, maybe I could have gotten into hockey."

"Not a fan, eh?" Jack may be stereotyping, but he's not surprised. Bitty doesn't exactly look the part of a hockey fan.

"It's so violent." Bitty actually shudders. Jack can feel him tremble. "But I was never into contact sports. I barely made it through peewee football."

There's something about that visceral reaction that tickles Jack. At least this guy is reasonably easy to talk to, when he's not smooching people out of the blue. "Why'd you agree to do this?"

"A favor for Larissa," Bitty shrugs, his shoulder rising slightly against Jack's hand. "She's the one who got me into this catering gig. Truth is, this is a side hustle. I own a little bakeshop down near the river, but it barely breaks even. So I owed her one for getting me into the black. Besides--"

He cuts off, smile disappearing, and a bit of color touches his cheeks. "Oh, gosh, listen to me ramble on."

"Besides what?"

"Nothing, I'm just going off at the mouth, never mind me."

Jack frowns. "Now I want to know."

Bitty exhales noisily. "She might have told me you were my type. Which you're not," he adds pointedly.

At this, Jack has to crack a smile. "Hah! You're not my type either."

But is that really true? The longer Jack dances with Bitty, the more familiar and pleasant the feel of his hand becomes. His shoulder's corded muscle underneath Jack's hands, and while he talks a blue streak, Jack doesn't hate the sound of his voice. And there's something about the way his chin turns up, the angle of his face just now...

"Well! As long as we're clear," Bitty says with a smile that's half-mean. "And it's just for tonight, anyway. I don't know what she thought she was setting up here. I only agreed to one evening."  He sniffs haughtily, then grins.

"I appreciate it," Jack offers, unsure what else to say. So that crushes that almost-hope, just now. Bitty's declared this a one-shot. Anything else Jack might have started to feel is immaterial.

"Look, Mr. Zimmermann..." Bitty's gaze drops to the floor. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I surprised you like that. I thought for sure Larissa would have told you what I'm like."

"No." He imagines no warning could have prepared him for that initial greeting, though. "It's okay, though. You were trying to do your job."

"And I've learned my lesson." Bitty lets Jack sway him through a half-turn. "See? I'm letting you lead."

He is letting Jack lead, and Jack wonders what he can get away with. Spinning him around? Dipping him? He has a feeling Bitty would be up to all of it.

And for a moment, what Jack really wants to do -- just for a moment -- is to pull Bitty closer. Just to see what he'd do. To see the way Bitty's body feels against his own. To see if he could slide his thumb across Bitty's collarbone to his neck, tilt that chin up just a little further -- see if he couldn't really make the papers talk about him --

Jack shakes himself out of it. Where did that come from? It's not like him at all, to think these things, and he wonders if he had a little too much wine tonight. Besides. He already knows he's not Bitty's type.

-----

After the song ends, and Bitty returns to tend to his catering duties, the night drags on long and boring. Jack doesn't know many people here, and the small talk with those he does know dries up fast. But Jack lingers. If he can't do anything more, he can at least give Bitty the proper thanks for what he's done for him tonight.

He finally catches up with him as the last of the attendees start to file out. "Thanks for tonight," he says, reaching out a hand to shake.

Bitty grabs his hand and holds on. "They're still watching," he says with a glint of amusement in his voice. "Look like you like me."

"I -- yeah, I guess they are." Jack casts his gaze to the side; not many people are left, but those who are there are certainly looking. He takes Bitty's other hand. "Anyway, I'm leaving. And I wanted to say thank you."

"Well, you're welcome," Bitty says, "but I have to admit it's gonna be a relief to slink off back to anonymity. People looking at you so much! How do you handle it? I have creepie-crawlies all up on my skin." He shudders and makes a face that Jack can't help but laugh at.

"Anyway. I just wanted to say good night. And thanks again."

"Mr. Zimmermann." There's something sober in Bitty's eyes, but also something teasing. A spark inside a storm. "We should probably say good night like a couple."

"Like a-- oh." Heat blossoms behind Jack's cheeks. "You mean--"

"Don't worry," Bitty says, "it'll be over quickly."

"I -- yes." The heat is itching up into his scalp now. "Okay." He closes his eyes and braces himself.

The second that follows is excruciatingly long. He expects the sensation on his cheek again, wetness and pressure. At least he's expecting it this time.

But what comes is light as a feather, settling on his mouth ike the whisper of a butterfly. It's sweet, and impossibly soft, and for less than an instant Jack's tasting it, dying to reach out for more.

It ends before he's ready. Bitty pulls back, and Jack looks at him with blank eyes, lips tingling and the taste of sugar inexplicably on his tongue.

"Real couples don't kiss on the cheek," Bitty informs him. "Well, I think we've sold it pretty good now. Have a good life, Mr. Zimmermann! I hope I was helpful."

Jack's tongue is heavy, leaden in his mouth. His lips slowly part. "Yes. Uh. Thank you."

And then Bitty turns blithely away and heads back to his work, and that's it. It's all over. And, just as planned, Jack will never see him again.

He wishes that thought didn't make him feel quite so sad.

Part Four

[unironicduncanstan]

[UNI’S LPS LORE DROP BITCH]

so ,,, i used to collect littlest pet shop (mostly the 1st and 2nd gen ones bc yall i am old) and theyre long gone now but. these are some of the lps i remember playing with and giving distinct personalities growing up. most of them didnt have names at all so im just referring to them with numbers and pictures. also warning it gets pretty Dark bc weird kid culture but here we go;;;

the first is #11 and #86. they were my absolute FAVORITES, a mother and daughter duo, a lot of their stories revolved around the kitten getting lost and the mom having to get to her, or the kitten dying and the mom having a mental breakdown. 11 mostly acted as a single mom but sometimes id cycle out different potential dads, usually the dog lps bc i did Not care abt the actual scientific lack of interspecial breeding possibilities

#25. a basic white picket fence ass dude, really common choice as the ‘dad’ in the above situation, he also was not immune to being ‘killed off’ for angst. was also cheated on a couple times by 11 (THOSE WERE AUS THO,,, DONT CANCEL HER ITS OK TO KEEP STANNING)

#200. she was #11s best friend, I think her name might have been hannah??? anyways if the mom and dad were killed off sometimes she’d “adopt” #86. but usually only after #86 fell into the custody of a terribly neglectful parent for a while and had to be rescued bc again, in my gay neurodivergent little brain peace was never an option

#487. another love interest for #11, usually competed with #25 in an almost edward vs jacob type battle of cool brooding boy and average mcfamily man. he was a big fav

#672. number #487s sister! usually either helped him get #11 like a wingman, or i’d flip the cards and make her manipulative and sabotage 11 bc she didnt think she was good enough for her brother. the personality switches id give characters were rly like. getting the bad ending in a video game,

#44. YET ANOTHER,, LOVE INTEREST FOR THAT ONE CAT,,,, but it was one sided and he always lost. poor friend zone ass simp im sorry man idk why you deserved that 😔 i think sometimes though id pair him with #200/hannah at the end. cant get the girl date her best friend idk i was 8 my morals were not always applicable to the adult situations i created

#14. SO I,,,, i ended up with three of these. and in the end i made them triplets that performed for the circus and were unhappy in their life of exploitation. i think sometimes they would. form a sui pact to escape their torment.

#137. HIS NAME WAS FUCKEN CHEESE

Groovy goat / unnumbered. I remember she was spanish to me but spoke mostly english, this decision was made bc i was an extremely white american child, and she was almost always involved somehow in a story bc she was my favorite design ever. anyways she usually was a model that would give a struggling lps a ‘makeover’ like that one scene in any dramatic disney live action film ever made

#464. another fav bc of her design omg. she was like a little sweetheart and would often play the role of ‘baby’ for any species i didnt already have designated ‘babies’ for. BUT, when i’d play with the other hamsters (we’ll get 2 them in a sec), i made them all the same age and theyd all crush on her at the same time lmao the DRAMA

#34, #35, #36. they were brothers and in order from left to right;;; biggest brother and a leader+positive role model, then the punkish middle brother that didnt like to listen and would often get them all in trouble, then the youngest nerdy brother that was naive and soft and did w/e he was told. they stuck together thru all their antics, except when #464 was involved, then theyd have a classic ‘fighting over a girl then realizing thats ridiculous’ arc. rly loved these guys cuz i always wanted a hamster so id pretend they were real animals sometimes too loL

#693. i got thsi in a mcdonalds happy meal but anyways she was a princess/queen/whatever and was very spoiled royalty. probably tried to behead some of the other lps idk. all she wanted was drama and money

#112. punk boy,,, usually paired with one of the ‘popular’ girls,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, oh my god did i government assign this dog duncan kin b4 td even existed yet

#48, #79 #42. !! HUGE FUCKEN BITCH ALERT !! (popular girls trio lol), i think a couple times i like, aged down #11 and got rid of the kitten for a ~highschool au~ where these girls bullied her but she ofc ended up stealing the middle ones man. and then other times i just paired the middle girl with #112 in a genuine ‘opposites attract’ ship . where were u guys when i was making duncney lps a thing tbh

#59. i love this guy but he was just an eccentric dork and mostly used for comedic effect

#43. love interest for #59 that he goofily fawned over till he eventually got the girl at the end of every story bc i loved cliches

#673. usually a mysterious adventurous girl from out of town that meets the mains in my story and befriends them/helps them out. also a close friend of the groovy goat character

“Paws off diary” Bull Terrier. ok this ones weird but he came in this lil electronic diary right (you can google how it looks to see what i mean) and there was this like, plastic bubble on top that he came in and you could stick him or any other lps in there and shut it securely cuz it was a diary so i. used it as like. a prison almost where id trap lps and the other characters had to ‘save’ them like they were rescuing a princess from a tower or smth. but it was usually just this lil guy. also he was given a name but i was kinda cheating skjdfsdf it was, “Max” bc that was always his name in the commercials for the diary--

#646 and #647, twin orphans separated at birth. did a lot of princess and the pauper esque ‘long lost siblings from different worlds’ reunion stories with these two

#94. so this one came with a head bandage and a little medical looking case to carry them in. i used the carry case as like an ‘ambulance’ or med helicopter to put ‘sick’ pets in and carry them to the hospital, and this pet had chronic illness so they were always the roommate patient at the lps hospital.

#10 and #142, the goldfish couldnt be taken out of the bowl if i remember correctly so. he felt sad and isolated but the seahorse was his best friend who was able to go anywhere so id stick him in the bowl with him a lot to hang out n make him feel better. solidarity

#463. i LOVED her design, so i used her a lot as just a friend to whoever i was playing with. she was also one of the bigger birds so shes the only one i remember really utilizing as a ‘this character can literally fly’ plot device. she also might have been magic i dont remember. ik whenever i did the circus story she was always in it

#37, #38 and #39. i lost the ‘girl’ one early on, like completely lost it and never found it again so idk what happened to it. so the story was the other two were brothers in a constant search for their long lost sister. sometimes id either have another lps be their sister or make a ‘found family’ trope out of somebody

#331. i had two of these and they come with little hats but i lost one of the hats so. evil twin story babey the regular one was a nice old pirate guy but the one with the hat was evil and nobody could ever tell the difference

#641, IM THE TRASH MAN! I START EATIN GARBAGE,

[vampire-named-gampire]

Carry On Countdown - Day 22

Wow, watch me use the @carryon-countdown to plug my skating fic lmao

I don’t know if this counts, since Angelina is an OC and actually, Baz would totally make friends with/practically adopt a 17yo Russian girl, so I don’t know how unlikely it is, but it’s here. And also, I just really want to share more of On thin ice content, but the fic itself isn’t ready to be published yet so have this instead. 

For context, Baz used to train in Russia aged 16-20, and now both him and Simon train in Montreal (no, idk why I chose Montreal out of all places but that’s how it is.) Also I think Gelya is the Russian diminutive/nickname used for the name Angelina, but I’m not sure. The fic is still in the works, so this scene is bound to change/expand (I did omit it a bit when writing because spoilers) but anyway, I’ll stop rambling now. 

Prompt: Unlikely friends Word count: 1950 Rating: This scene is G, although the whole fic will be T or M 

SIMON

The ride from the airport to the hotel is awful. Baz must’ve suspected this, because he made me sit in the front.

“Go on,” he said teasingly. “The only skater who has motion sickness.”

I have to say, sitting in the front almost didn’t make a difference. I may not know how to drive, but even I know you’re not supposed to drive like that. When the cab drops us off in front of the hotel, I don’t even bother hiding my relief. Baz laughs.

“I never want to experience this again,” I say, knowing full well that this is my life for the next week. The hotel might be close to the venue, but it’s still far enough for it to be a driving distance. I can only hope buses are less deadly than cabs.

“You know, Moscow traffic is actually tame compared to the rest of Russia,” Baz smirks, handing me my bags.

“Well then I never want to see the rest of Russia,” I mutter, slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder and stepping through the automated hotel doors. Baz scoffs and follows me.

This hotel is fancy – much fancier than the hotels we usually stay at. Baz doesn’t seem phased by it at all, the posh bastard. I bet the hotels he stays at when he’s on vacation are at least twice as posh.

He does, however, seem phased when someone yells “Basil!” across the lobby. Before either of us can register what’s going on, a small figure in a red jacket runs towards us at full speed and crashes into Baz, making him emit a surprised oof sound.

The moment I realize the figure is actually Angelina Nuriyeva is the moment she starts speaking in fast Russian. I don’t understand a thing, but Baz seems to, because he laughs and hugs her back.

I knew Baz and Angelina were friends, but I didn’t think they were this close. I mean, they’re the exact polar opposites; Angelina is an actual sunshine (she’s always hugging and smiling at everyone) and Baz is… Baz. (He’s a big softie, I know that, but he goes through great efforts to appear cold and closed off.)

But here he is, ruffling Angelina’s hair and telling her something in Russian. (I’m suddenly met with the realisation that being in Moscow means I’ll get to hear a lot more of Baz’s Russian. I am very much not complaining at this prospect, even if I don’t understand a thing of what they’re saying.)

Angelina is nodding along and she pulls out her phone to show him something, but that’s when Baz stops her, suddenly speaking in English.

“Wait, I think in the interest of Snow, we should switch to English. He already looks lost enough as it is,” he says.

“No, no, I’m fine, by all means…” I start, but I’m soon cut off by Angelina.

“Yes, of course! I’m sorry, Simon! Come here, it’s so good to see you,” she says and hugs me. (This is what I mean when I say Angelina is a sunshine.)

“Good to see you too,” I nod.

“I was just about to show Basil how his houseplants are doing. Do you want to see too?” she asks.

“Houseplants?” I don’t bother hiding the surprise in my voice. Since when does Baz like houseplants? His flat in Montreal doesn’t have any, spare the tiny cactus on the windowsill.

“I had a lot of houseplants when I still lived here, but I couldn’t take them with me on the plane when I moved, so Gelya took them in her care,” he explains, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Georgy is doing amazing but Ilya went a bit floppy. I changed his earth so now I’m hoping he gets better,” Angelina says, showing Baz a picture of two houseplants, side by side, one of them (Ilya?) looking slightly wilted.

“When it goes floppy, we say it wilts, and we don’t say earth, we say soil,” Baz corrects her. If I was Angelina, I’d probably be annoyed right now, but she just smiles at him.

“Thank you. It’s so much harder to learn English now that there’s no one here to practice with me,” she sighs.

“You know you can call me any time and we can practice,” Baz offers.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I stop them both. There is so much new information I have to process. “You had houseplants? And you named them Russian names? And you taught her English?” (That would actually explain why Angelina’s English is so good.)

“Yes, Snow, are you keeping up?”

“And when he gave them up, he wrote me a whole notebook on how to take care of them,” Angelina chimes in. “And another notebook with English grammar.”

Maybe I do have trouble keeping up. Who is this Baz? (And why is he so attractive?)

“I never thought of you as a houseplant kind of bloke,” I shrug. “You don’t have any houseplants in Montreal.”

“I’m still mourning the loss of my old children.” Baz deadpans before turning back to Angelina. “Show me Alyosha. He was always my favourite.”

-

BAZ

Unsurprisingly, the jet-lag catches up with me right when it’s time to go to bed. I don’t know why I was naïve enough to believe I won’t need melatonin when dealing with an eight-hour time difference. I better take it now, before it’s too late.

I sigh and throw the covers back before picking up my phone to check the time. However, a text message notification from Snow grabs my attention before I can do that.

Is he nervous again? It would make sense, since this is a big competition for him. Would I be able to sneak into his room and sneak out the next morning unnoticed? I doubt that. There are only athletes staying on our floor, the coaches, press and competition staff are all on different floors, and I doubt the athletes would pay us much attention, but it’s still risky.

I’d much rather risk a few weird looks than have Simon spiral into panic two days before a major competition, though. I decide I’ll go to his room if that’s what he needs.

Maybe I should check why he’s even texting me before I devise any plans.

SS: do u have melatonine? SS: jet lag

I sigh in relief. He’s not having a mental breakdown. He’s just jet-lagged. (Which is a bit strange for Snow, but I suppose even his circadian rhythm can take a blow from time to time.)

BP: It’s spelled melatonin and yes, I have it. You can come get it if you still need it BP: Room 254

SS: yes ik where u r SS: I’ll b right over

I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for Snow to knock on my door. He’s staying a few corridors down, in room 273, so it takes him a few minutes. I jump up when I hear his knock.

He’s standing in front of my door, wearing joggers, a hoodie and those damned glasses of his again. His hair is messed up, like he’s been tossing and turning too.

“I thought you didn’t get jet-lagged,” I say, stepping aside to let him in. He settles on the edge my bed while I rummage my luggage for melatonin supplements.

“I don’t get sleep jet-lagged, but I do get food jet-lagged,” he says.

“What does that even mean, Snow?”

“It means it’s lunchtime in Canada right now and I’m so hungry I can’t sleep.”

I bite back a laugh. He’s an idiot. (An adorable one but an idiot nonetheless.) “You don’t need melatonin, Snow, you need this,” I say, throwing a granola bar at him. He startles, but manages to catch it.

“You’re just giving this to me?” he asks, audibly surprised. (Which is ridiculous. He gives me food all the time and here he is, questioning my generosity over a fucking granola bar.)

“No, Snow, pay up. Fifty rubbles.”

“I don’t have any Russian money,” he laughs, tearing the wrapping open. He’s going to get crumbs all over my bed, but I don’t shoo him away. Instead, I finally find the melatonin supplements and take one with some water. “Do you still want one?” I ask.

“Do you have any more granola bars?”

I laugh and pass him another one before sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, just to make sure he’s really okay.

“Right now? I’m just hungry,” he says, tearing open the second granola bar.

“Right,” I nod.

“Baz. Are you doing that thing where you’re worrying about me again?”

“A bit,” I admit.

“Stop,” he says like I can just turn it off like a tap. (I wish I could.) We sit in silence for a while, me thinking about how much easier my life would be if I just stopped worrying about Simon Snow and him chewing through his granola bar. “I didn’t know you and Angelina were such good friends,” he finally says.

“We trained together for four years,” I shrug, but it’s not just that. The training environment in Russia was intense. It’s a bloodbath to even get on the national team there, so of course it’s intense, but I think every other skater the rink was looking at me sideways because I was an outlier. I wasn’t Russian, I didn’t speak Russian and I think they felt like I didn’t belong there. (I know now that I really didn’t.) They eventually accepted me and by the time I left Russia, even the ones who refused to speak during my first year there were sad to see me go.

But Gelya was nice to me from the start. She was only thirteen at the time and didn’t speak any English, but she clapped for me when I did something well and cheered me on when I was having a bad day. (Thanks to her, davai was one of the first Russian words I learned.) She brought me homemade pyraniki on special occasions and when I got injured and had to go back to England to have surgery, she sent me get well soon cards all the way from Russia and she made the entire rink sign them.

That’s just who she is. She’s this nice to everyone and it didn’t matter to her if I was Russian or English, I was just another person at her rink who she could bring biscuits to. Over the four years that I’ve lived there, she became like a little sister to me.

“Baz?” Snow’s voice snaps me from my thoughts. “You seem tired. I’m going to go.”

I have half a mind not to ask him to stay here. (We both know we can’t do that.) “Okay,” I say instead. He stands up and throws the granola wrappers in the bin. I stand up too, to walk him to the door (I have manners), but he waves at me to sit back down.

“It’s fine,” he says.

“Will you be able to sleep?”

“If my hunger doesn’t get to me again, yes,” he laughs. He’s already by the door.

“Wait.” I stand up and grab the last granola bar from my bag, offering it to him. “Just in case,” I explain. I want him to stay here, to make sure he sleeps well and doesn’t spend the night worrying about the competition, but I can’t do that, so this is the least I can do.

“Thanks,” he smiles, tucking it in his pocket. Then he hugs me briefly and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

And he’s out the door.

[stressy-enby]

Found

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu  X  Reader

There wasn’t even that much blood.

The deadly trickle from the throat was light. Fuyuhiko had seen worse in his life.

He had seen so much worse.

If that was the case, then why did he feel like throwing up? 

There, lashed to the pillar of the music venue, was you, (Y\N) (Y\L\N), the Ultimate Therapist. Your head lolled to one side, and your face held a certain sadness to it, a sadness that made the boy want to throw himself at your feet weeping.

Not another one, not again. Fuyuhiko though desperately. Not them.

Why did it have to be you?

. . . . .

“It’s my fault,” the blond gangster said quietly. Fuyuhiko scoffed at himself. “That’s what’s funny about all this: it’s all my fucking fault. It’s my fault that Mahiru is dead, and it’s my fault that Peko took the punishment.”

“Let me ask you something.” You leaned back in your cushioned armchair, folding your arms across your chest. “Why are you so insistent on making yourself miserable?”

“Huh?”

“You keep blaming yourself. You keep revisiting Peko’s death. You’re just making yourself feel worse.” You sighed softly, and looked at your patient with sorry eyes. “I can’t help you if you just don’t want to be helped.”

“I do wanna be helped!” The Fuyuhiko protested.

“Then you need to let go.” You locked eyes with the young yakuza. “I understand that this is very difficult for you, and that you’re in a lot of pain right now. I know that this is a hard thing to ask of you, but if you wish to improve your life then I’m going to need less blaming, and more listening from you.”

Fuyuhiko’s stomach flipped when you held his gaze. It was as if your kind eyes had pierced his soul.

“Okay,” he nodded slowly, feeling his face heat up. “Okay.”

. . . . . 

Ding dong dong ding

The monitor in the music venue flickered to life. Monokuma, sitting in his little chair and drinking his little drink appeared on the screen.

“A body has been discovered!” He announced, as if Fuyuhiko wasn’t staring at your suspended body. “Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!”

Fuyuhiko wasn’t even listening as the message played a second time. He barely looked at the hung body over the stage. You were all he could see. You, with your sad face and bloodied neck.

“What... w-what is this?” Mikan shrieked, stumbling backwards.

“(Y\N)... no no no no no,” Fuyuhiko placed his head in his hands.

“Could it be? Two victims?” Chiaki’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Who could be the one in the hemp bag?”

They lowered the hanged body, and pulled the bag off of the victim’s head, to reveal Ibuki. 

Fuyuhiko hardly noticed, though. He hardly moved. 

He couldn’t stop staring at you.

He couldn’t stop the prickling at the back of his eyes.

. . . . .

“Hey, Fuyu!” You chirped, as you waved him into your cottage. Come on, sit down. I think I’ve found a way to help you make better progress.

“Oh yeah?” The blond teenager sat down on your bed as you made yourself comfy in your armchair. “And that is?”

You leaned over to your bedside table, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You pulled out a small green cardboard box, and a hand-held nerf gun.

“Uh, what the hell are those for?”

“Therapy.” You answer simply, placing the box in your lap, and fiddling with the nerf gun. “They’re counseling tools. I used them quite often, trust me. They’ll do the trick.”

The small boy raised his eyebrow skeptically, his mouth pulled into a tight line.

“Now, anyway, have you been doing that mind-clearing exercise we talked about a few days ago?”

“I-I’ve been trying.” Fuyuhiko sighed, and rubbed a hand on the back of his head. “Every time I close my eyes and try to not think... I just see Peko. I see her body. There’s blood everywhere.”

“Hmm,” You leaned back in your chair.

“And it’s fucking annoying as hell because I’m supposed to be getting over this shit, y’know?” He sighed explosively and dropped his head into his hands. “God, it’s so fuckin’ stupid. I’m so stupid. I-”

Suddenly, a nerf bullet hit the yakuza’s leg with a soft thwap.

“The hell?” Fuyuhiko spluttered. He glared in confusion at you, who had the gun trained on his leg. “Why’d you do that?”

“I’m correcting you.” You said cooly.

“Correcting me-!”

“Please continue. Now, how does it make you feel when you can’t successfully clear your mind?”

“I told you,” the gangster snapped, peeved “I feel stupid, and helpless-”

Thwap. Another nerf bullet, this time on his upper left arm.

“Is that so?” You pointed the nerf gun at Fuyuhiko’s torso. You want to rethink that answer and give it again?

The blond frowned slightly at you, then bit his lip in thought. “Um. Yeah, uh, it’s not stupid, but I still feel frustrated when I can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“Because- because I want to get better, and I trust you and I think that being able to clear my mind will help me.”

You nodded in approval. No bullets.

“Then in that case, I recommend that you keep trying it.”

“Y-yeah, okay.” Fuyuhiko nodded, smiling a little.

. . . . . 

The small yakuza excused himself from the investigation. He couldn’t do it. Not this time. Not again. Not ever.

Not with you.

Not with you gone.

Fuyuhiko laid on his bed, clutching a pillow to his chest. He closed his eyes, as if he could find some sort of comfort in the darkness. As if he could escape from this cold, gripping reality.

Instead there was so comfort, only more sorrow.

Nothing but sorrow.

. . . . . 

“Alright, can we try clearing our minds now?” You asked, adjusting your seat.

“Now?” Fuyuhiko furrowed his brows. “I really don’t think I can-”

Thwap. His other arm.

“Shit! Okay, okay, I’ll try!” The blond grumbled, pulling the nerf bullet off of his arm and tossing it to the floor.

“Excellent! I’ll do it with you.” You set the gun back on the table. “Let’s go for two minutes, ok?”

“Yeah, sure,” 

The pair closed their eyes. Fuyuhiko had to remind himself to keep his breathing steady. He encouraged all the horrible thoughts out of his head. He forced all the terrible memories to leave. He quieted all the voices screaming at him.

Byakuya.

Teruteru.

Mahiru.

Peko.

Another deep breath in, another shaky breath out.

Young master...

Nope, get the hell out of my head.

Young master...

Shut up. You’re not real.

Deep breath in. Shaky breath out.

“Try to keep your breathing steady.” You whispered.

Deep breath in, slightly less shaky breath out.

Young master...

Another deep breath in, another deep breath out.

“You’re doing great, Fuyu.” You breathed. “Another minute, bud.”

Young mast-

Shut up.

The silence that followed was oddly comforting. Fuyuhiko usually didn’t like being alone his thoughts. They were always too loud, and he had never been able to effectively clear his mind before. 

“You can open your eyes.”

The small blond blinked, and then flinched when he saw you staring directly at him, an easy grin painted across your face.

“How was it?” You asked ecxpectedly.

“Not bad, surprisingly.” He placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Good, actually. It took a minute to get my brain to shut up, but it quieted down eventually.” 

“You quieted yourself down, bud.” Your lips pulled into an even more dazzling smile. “And I’m very proud of you.”

You reached your fingers into the green box, and tossed something small and colorful at Fuyuhiko, who caught it with ease. 

“What is this?” The boy asked examining it.

“A Mik & Ike.” You replied, popping one into your own mouth. “I shoot you when I don’t like your progress, and I give you candy when I do like it.”

“O-Okay.” Fuyuhiko smiled softly, turning the candy over in his fingers. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one of these before.”

“Wait, seriously?!”

“Yeah, I don’t eat candy, usually.” He shrugged. 

You plopped down on the bed next to Fuyuhiko, box of Mik & Ikes in hand. “Okay, forget therapy. We’re taking a candy break.”

“Is that even a thing?” The yakuza raised both eyebrows into his hair.

“Is now.” You grabbed his wrist and flattened his hand, shaking more candy into it.

Fuyuhiko eyed you oddly, his cheeks turning pink, but placed a Mik & Ike in his mouth. “Hey, this is pretty good.”

“Hell yeah it is.” You smirked at him. “These are my favorites.”

“Hmm.” The blond looked up at you, watching you chew happily. “Hey, (Y/N)? Thanks for helping me out. I...I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Fuyu!” You smiled softly at him. “I’ll always be there for you.”

. . . . .

Fuyuhiko stood apart from his remaining classmates as they made their way to the courtroom. He barely acknowledged the air of unease. He had gotten used to it by now. 

He filed into the elevator with everyone else, and tucked himself into a corner. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.

(Y/N). I miss you. I never got to tell you this, but I think I care a lot more about you then I care to admit. I promise that I’ll find the bastard who did this to you.

He could almost hear their voice.

Breath, you fool. You’re not going to get anything done if you don’t.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Fuyuhiko’s mind would’ve been blank, if not for your smiling face.

You got this, bud. I never left you, and I never will. Now please, get out of this hellhole, and live.

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy?? 

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun 

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

 You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

 It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

  Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

  You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

 "You have?"

  You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

 Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

 You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

                                                              ~~

  Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

  Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

 But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

 Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names. 

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you." 

 After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

______

 The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

 You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track. 

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

 You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter! 

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy! 

STAY TUNED

PART 2

[uas-fics]

Title: A Wedding Minus One Summary: A great day has finally arrived, the true end to the war between humans and elves, the wedding between Elf King Kyle and human Shield maiden Wendy. It is a glorious occasion, for all but the bride, groom, and best man. Rating: T for language Ships: Stendyle Other: I wrote this in 2018, enjoy.

AO3 link

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Bebe narrowed her eyes, standing in the doorway. "You need to leave," She ordered. "The groom can't see the bride before she walks down the aisle. It's bad luck."

"That's a human thing. I don't believe in that," The elf king commented as he tried to slip past her, to no avail. King Kyle set his jaw and met Bebe's eyes. He shirked back.  Both she and Kyle knew if she wanted, she could physically remove him with ease.

Kyle took a breath. "I just need to ask her something. Bebe, please." He hated that he had to resort to begging, but this was an important matter. Bebe eyed him up and down a moment then rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky I like watching you from behind." She took a step inside the room, allowing Kyle inside. Her gaze lingered on his rear a moment, then she grabbed hold of his shoulder in an iron grip. He nearly stumbled backwards with the force of his sudden stop.

"If you so much as get one hair out of place, the elves will need a new king for a few months--got it?"

Kyle nodded stiffly. It took much of his resolve not to hastily scurry away from her farther into the room. Confident with her threat, Bebe took her leave. She shut the door, but her shadow remained to block some of the light from the bottom. She didn't expect him to stay there long.

A giggle torn his thoughts away from Bebe. He turned and his eyes went wide.

Wendy sat at a vanity, hands resting in her lap.  She wore a pale cream colored dress that hugged her torso before billowing out into a long train at the hips. A knit shall with baby blue accent draped across her shoulders and a chainmail belt with small multicolored stones attached between the chain links across her waist.

Kyle forced his mouth shut and swallowed hard.

"You look beautiful," He said, walking over to her.

She flashed him a smile. "You look quite handsome as well. So that is the marriage robe your mother when on and on about." Wendy gestured to the green and gold robe. She reached out and ran a finger along the delicate stitching embroidered on the sleeves.

"It's stuffy, and doesn't have pockets," Kyle replied dryly.

"There are other places to hold your things, besides your pockets." Wendy reached down the front her dress and produced a small, worn throwing knife. Seeing the shock on Kyle's face, she quickly added, "It's my something borrowed. I'm borrowing it from Heidi."

Kyle pulled at his over sized sleeves, tugging them so they covered most of his fingers. "You...don't have any more hidden about do you?"

"I think that's something you'll just have to find out after the wedding," She teased. Kyle tried to smile, but it was strained. Wendy saw this and heaved a sigh.

Placing the knife back inside her dress, she asked, "How's Stan? You're the first person Bebe's let in all day."

Kyle shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since this morning at breakfast--and even then I was preoccupied with Mom fussing and Dad forcing me to go over my vows again. I barely had time to talk to him." Kyle crossed his arms then rested against the vanity.

A wedding is a joyous occasion, especially a royal wedding. The one between the duke and duchess of the Northern Elf kingdom caused celebrations that lasted for nearly a week afterward, even among those who did not hold any connections to the Northern Elf Kingdom. Kyle could clearly recall the tears in Prince Ike's eyes as he watched the duchess march down the aisle. He wondered if Ike would cry when Wendy walked past him the same way.

A sigh escaped his lips. Weddings were supposed to be joyous, and for much of the kingdoms, that was true of this one as well. Kyle and Wendy's holy union would mark the first time in more than a thousand years that one with no elf blood would sit upon the throne. Many believed this wedding would be counted as the true end of the war between elves and humans.

For the most part, Wendy and Kyle kept up appearances. They walked close, hand in hand. They would whisper in each other's ears and smile and laugh. They pressed kisses onto the other's cheeks and lips. From the outside, it would have been impossible to tell the sadness this wedding brought them.

Wendy glanced up at Kyle. "Lean down," She ordered. Kyle did so and Wendy pushed back some of his curly red hair from his face. She smiled, cupping his cheeks. "We need to keep smiling. Remember, this was Stan's idea. He suggested it. As far as I am concerned, no matter who has whose ring on whose finger, this wedding is between all of us."

Kyle placed his hand over hers. "I know. I just wish it didn't have to be like this," He muttered. He pressed his lips against the heel of her palm. Wendy's palms were calloused from her training as a shieldmaiden. There had been some attempts in recent weeks to smooth out her palms, but it seemed to little avail.

She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. "Me too. Me too." They stayed like that a moment, eyes shut, before Kyle stood back up.

"I need to get back before Mom starts to worry that I got cold feet." He walked towards the door but paused a moment and sent Wendy one last smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." She returned the grin with one of her own. "And we both love Stan."

"Yes," Kyle sighed, "we do."

~~~~~~~

The best man paced back around the fountain. Stan knew he was supposed to be helping in the main hall. He should be there greeting guests in Kyle's place as courtiers and nobles from around Zaron ushered themselves in for the biggest wedding in decades. He should be checking on Kyle, making sure the king had everything he would need for the ceremony. He should be doing a lot of things, but he couldn't.

Stan had tried to do what was expected of him as both Royal Guard to the Elf King and as best man. He really did, but he just couldn't. Yes, the wedding had been his idea in the first place, but now that it was upon them, his chest couldn't stop aching.

He groaned then slumped down against the fountain.  He stared up at the sky and watched the clouds float idly by. It was almost noon, almost time for the ceremony. Almost time to see the loves of his life be bound together by the highest holy man the humans had then turn around and be blessed by the highest druid among elves. And he would just be standing by, praying he was able to be tied together with them.

A hand fell firmly on Stan's shoulder and he jumped, nearly drawing his sword.

King Douchebag crouched beside him, a puzzled look on his face.

"You're majesty!" Stan gasped. He nearly scrambled up to properly bow, but King Douchebag's hand kept him in place. The King dropped his hand after a moment then sat down on the edge of the fountain.

Stan relaxed after a heartbeat. It was hard to stay tense around King Douchebag. He had an air around him that lent itself to soothing anger and fostering friendships. Stan pushed himself up so he was sitting with his back pressed against the side of the fountain. He and the king stayed like that for a time, watching the clouds and listening to the water in the fountain. They were just far enough away from the main hall that much of the noise of the wedding guests was lost.

Though his heart still ached, Stan felt the pressing thoughts in his head quiet.

This wedding was for the best. A human--and probably halfling eventually--on the elf throne would bring the kingdoms together after the war. Wendy would make an amazing queen. She was smart and caring and her skills on battle had more than proven her valor. A strong presence like hers beside Kyle would quickly quell any ideas of an uprising.

Even then, it's not as though Kyle or Wendy would leave him forever.  It had been a tad ironic, looking back. Before Stan and Wendy were the most open about their relationship with each other, as there had been no reason for them to hide it. Stan did not come from a particularly noble family. It had only been his father's friendship with the previous reigning king that allowed him to gain the ranks he did. Given all that, Stan attempting to court and woo a human was barely given a passing glance by most people.

It had been his and Kyle's relationship that he had to be most careful about. If certain people found out that the Elf King was courting not only someone so low on nobility as Stan, but someone who wouldn't be able to bear an heir, Kyle could have been outed from the throne and his younger brother, Prince Ike, placed upon it instead.

But for the last year or so, he had to act like he didn't care deeply for either of them as they were openly touchy and romantic with each other. For a month or so last winter, he had been so sure that they really were going to leave him for each other, he had nearly fallen back into his drinking habit again. He remembered when he finally worked up the courage to tell him what he was feeling about it. They both went out of their way to do small, almost unnoticeable, gestures towards him to make him feel included.

"Oh, there you are, your majesty."

Stan was pulled from his revery by the Wizard King Cartman. Cartman eyed Stan before turning his attention to King Douchebag fully. "The Ceremony is starting soon and I noticed you weren't in your seat. I thought perhaps you had finally see the err in this union, but I suppose I'm wrong."

Stan glared. "There is no 'err' when people love each other. Not that you would know about that."

Had it been any other royalty, Stan would have held his tongue, but he lost the little respect he had for Cartman when he had gone out of his way to object the wedding and try to stop it. Wendy, Kyle, and Stan even had a running bet going over the real reason Cartman was so against it. Wendy bet that Cartman was jealous and she was positive he held some sort of affections towards Kyle; Stan bet it was just Cartman's prejudices against any nonhuman being rearing its head while Kyle claimed it had to because Cartman just couldn't stand to see Kyle happy.

Cartman returned Stan's glare. "At least the love of my life wasn't stolen away from me by someone I considered a friend." Cartman's face twisted up in a sneer. Before Stan could do something he would regret, King Douchebag stepped between him and Cartman. He frowned at Cartman and met his gaze with a stern look. Cartman chewed his lip a moment then back down.

"The wedding is soon. You should get to your seat," He grumbled as he turned and marched back towards the main hall. King Douchebag shook his head then sent a sympathetic smile towards Stan.

"Thank you, King Douchebag," Stan gave a small bow. "Please, let me escort you to your seat."

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"Bebe, it's fine!" Wendy rolled her eyes as Bebe fussed over her dress.

"This is my best friend's wedding, and I am damn sure you're going to look perfect!" Bebe snapped her fingers. "Annie, the satchel." Bebe took the satchel of potpourri from Annie and fixed it to Wendy's belt. The smell of flowers wafted around them as she did so.

Finally, Bebe stood. She clasped her hands together.

"Oh, Annie, can you believe it? One day your fighting side by side against an army of the undead with a girl and the next you're getting ready to walk her down the aisle and let her marry the finest piece of ass you've ever seen." Bebe covered her mouth with her hands. "I think I'm gonna cry." She leaned against Annie, who already had tears in her eyes.

"Don't you dare!" Wendy ordered. "If you cry, I know I will, too, and all the effort you put into this makeup will be for nothing."

"Oh my God, you're right." Bebe took a deep breath. She fanned herself with her hands. "I'm alright. I'm just so happy for you."

"We all are," Annie chimed in. "To think a girl from our tribe would be marrying a king." Wendy laughed, but it was half-hearted. Annie frowned, about to comment, when a knocking came from the door.

Bebe groaned as she marched over. "I swear if it's Kyle again I'm not letting him in. He can ogle my handiwork from the alter!" She pulled open the door. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"Greetings, Ms. Stevens," Stan's voice carried from the door. "The wedding is starting in a few minutes, and I'm here to escort the bride to the main hall."

"What? Why?" Bebe asked.

"It's a tradition among elves that the best man ensures the bride makes it to the wedding room."

"Why? Do Elf women die on the way there or something?"

"Kidnapped, actually."

Bebe just shook her head. She turned on her heels and allowed Stan to come inside. "Come on, Annie. Let's get to our places." Annie hurried over and followed Bebe out the door.

Stan and Wendy stood five steps from each other. He had seen Wendy in her wedding gown before, but she was no less breathtaking than before. He swallowed. He felt he should say something, but couldn't think of anything. So instead, Stan ran his thumb over the inlaid mother of pearl on his sword.

"Does that really happen?" Wendy broke the silence. "The kidnapping thing?"

"Yeah, it used to happen a lot. If you didn't like someone, you kidnapped the bride. It's not commonplace any more but," Stan took two steps, "I wanted to see you before the ceremony. You look amazing."

"Thank you." Wendy closed the gap between them. She rested her hands against his chest. She sighed. "Stan, are you sure you are going to be alright with this. Bebe said she had a plan that would 'postpone' the wedding another few months if I had cold feet. I can't promise it wouldn't involve fire and bloodshed, but maybe if we all keep looking we can find a loophole and--"

"We've been looking for more than a year now, Wendy." Stan cut in. "There is no loophole that would allow for more than two people to marry. The only reason you and Kyle can wed is because of a small asterisk on a piece of paper more than three hundred years old."

Wendy pursed her lips. He was right. Wendy wasn't royalty. She had no right to any throne, no matter how far back in her lineage they went. If not for an addendum to marriage law that allowed for royalty to marry someone of non-royal status only if that person had both proven themselves in battle and saved the royals life, their plan would have fallen apart from the start.

"Besides," Stan gently tilted Wendy's face up, "I think I've completely resigned myself to the fact I'll be you and Kyle's personal shared concubine." He chuckled and she smiled at him.

"Stan..." Wendy stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Thank you."

"Come on, once I deliver you to your bridesmaids, I need to haul ass up to the alter by Kyle." He took a step back and held out his arm. "Let's go, Queen Brofloski."

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"Oh, Gerald," Queen Sheila wiped her eyes, "Look at our handsome little man. It seems like yesterday I was teaching you to walk and now my baby is getting married and going to be having babies of his own."

Kyle blushed. "Mom, the wedding starting in a few minutes, you and Dad need to take your seats."

King Gerald put a hand on his son's shoulder. "We will. We will. But first, do you have your vows memorized, and you know what to do?"

"For the hundredth time, yes. I know my vows, I know when to step towards Wendy, I know when to pray, I know." Kyle stressed. "Now, please, take your seats." Nodding, King Gerlad started to lead Kyle's bawling mother away from the alter to the first row of seats where he sat her down next to Prince Ike, who looked absolutely bored.

For a moment, it crossed Kyle's mind to go tell his brother to perk up and be as excited for this wedding as the last one, but he quickly banished the idea when King Douchebag entered the room. Spotting him, King Douchebag walked over. Kyle bowed.

"Your Majesty." He greeted. "I thank you greatly for coming to bless my wedding with your presence. It means much to my bride, myself, and my people."

King Douchebag nodded. He fixed Kyle with a long stare. Kyle held the gaze for a moment before he had to look away. King Douchebag was a man of few words, but his gaze spoke more than any words ever could. The king knew this wasn't the wedding Kyle had dreamed of, and he was sorry.

"It will be alright. This is how it has to be, for the betterment of our kingdoms." Kyle whispered. King Douchebag sighed before turning and left for his seat.

"Don't you have an alter to be standing next to?"

Kyle jumped and turn to see Stan beside him.  "Where have you been?" Kyle demanded.

"Recently? I was escorting your bride, protecting her from any of your enemies who may wish you ill will." Stan glanced over at Cartman who was trying to look interested in whatever the old noble next to him was saying.

Kyle chuckled. "I have the utmost confidence anyone who dared tried to kidnap her would be met with swift retribution from her alone." He started towards the alter as he continued, "I know she has at least one blade hidden on her person."

Stan laughed and shook his head. "You're going to have a fun night tonight, my king."

As they took the steps towards the alter, Kyle lowered his voice and whispered into Stan's ear. "I wouldn't turn down help making sure I find them all tonight if you wanted to volunteer." Before Stan could do more than blush, Kyle strode past him to his place right of the clergyman. Stan barely had time to scramble beside Kyle when the music began.

Everyone stood and turned as the door of the main hall was opened. Members of the warrior tribe marched in. All of them wore decorative armor and had their swords at the ready, as was tradition.  once they came to the end of the aisle, they turned and marched to the sides of the altar. With great flourish, they sheathed their weapons.

A little girl kyle didn't know came skipping down the aisle then, throwing flower petals around with reckless abandon followed by the ring bearer, a son that Kyle's cousin had somehow been able to produce, walked down the aisle, trembling. He prayed the little boy didn't drop the rings or wet his pants. Once the two children had made their way to the end, the basket of flower petals and the rings were taken from them and one of Wendy's bridesmaids ushered the children back to their parents.

Finally, the bride entered the room.

Wendy didn't have a father. Much like all the other shieldmaidens in her tribe, she was sent to train at a young age and was adopted fully into the tribe as a member of the family. So, instead of her father, it was traditional for the warrior's closest friend to be the one to escort her. Bebe beamed with pride as she led Wendy in.

From beside him, Kyle heard something like a single, small, stifled sob. With everyone's eyes on Wendy, he moved his hand over and tapped his fingers against Stan's. He wished he could do more to reassure him, but anything else would be too obvious.

Bebe took Wendy up the steps. Kyle turned and held his hands out, palms up, and Bebe took Wendy's hands from her arm and gently set them in Kyle's.

"We led her from our family into yours," Bebe recited.

"And I shall take her in and treat her as my own," Kyle replied back. with that, Bebe took her place mirror from Stan's, her hands behind her back.

the clergyman raised his hand then announced. "You may be seated."

As everyone took their seats, Kyle whispered, "You ready for this?"

"As I'll ever be," Wendy whispered back.

The clergyman cleared his throat then opened his book.  "We are gathered here today to join Kyle Brofloski, King of All Elves, and Wendy Testaburger, Shieldmadian of the Warrior Tribe, in forever in holy union. If anyone has a reason these two should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your...oh, my..." the clergyman trailed off his eyes wide as the crowd gasped and began to whisper amongst themselves.

Kyle furrowed his brow and swung his head around. He expected Cartman or one of the older nobles to be the ones to try to object, but instead what he saw made the color drain from his face and his skin go cold.

King Douchebag held his hand above his head.

"Y-Your Majesty. You have an objection?" the clergyman trembled.

Slowly, King Douchebag stood. He walked up the steps to the alter. He put his hands on Wendy's wrist and took her right hand from Kyle's grasp. The whispers from the crowd rose in volume, but Kyle's heart was beating too loudly in his ears to make out what anyone was saying. He could pick out individual voices like his mother panicked squawking or Cartmen's obnoxious laughter, but no words.

King Douchebag reached over and grabbed Stan's arm, pulling him over. He set one of Stan's hands on top of Kyle's palms then set the other over the top of Wendy's, finally he set Wendy's hand on top of Stan's and nodded. Feeling the warmth of both Stan's and Wendy's hands against his, Kyle shook himself and tried to focus.

"K-King Douchebag, you...what is this?" The clergy man's eyes were wide in shock.

"Your majesty," Wendy winced, "we can't. It's illegal. Believe us, we checked every law on the current record."

Stan gently pulled his hands away from Kyle and Wendy's. "I'm sorry, your majesty, but I appreciate it very much." With a shaky breath, Stan took his spot back with his hands behind his back. He blinked a few times as the moisture in his eyes began to form into tears.

King Douchebag narrowed his eyes. He then spun around and lifted his hand. Silence spilled across the room. He took a breath and spoke in an all commanding boom, "How archaic a law must be to deny those who are in love the gift of a life together in the eyes of the church and state. And thus, I, Dominique Douchebag, Dragonborn and King of all the Kingdom's and Lands of Zaron decree these laws be unjust and thus to be struck down. From now on, regardless of status, of gender, of race, if two or more adults are truly in love with each other, then it is legal for them to be wed."

The King turn and smiled at them before he headed back down to his seat. The room seemed to hold it's breath. Kyle wasn't sure if he felt embarrassed for having his secret relationship with Stan publicized or if he was overjoyed that he no longer even needed to hide it. Maybe it was a mixture of both as to why his face was nearly the same red shade as his hair.

Then, all at once, the silence was broken when Queen Shelia cried out, "What? What? WHAT?" and fainted out of her chair.

"Mom!" Kyle gasped and bolted down the steps. He knelt down next to his mother, his hands hovering unsure. King Gerald pulled his wife into his lap and fanned her face with his hands.  Kyle glanced back up at the altar where Stan stood, frozen with his mouth hung open. Wendy waved her hand in front of his face but received no response.

Slightly panicking, Kyle jumped to his feet and shouted, "I need everyone to please leave in an orderly and fast fashion. Th-the ceremony will be postponed until--fuck--I don't--I'll send you all a letter, just get out!" He knew he was being very unkingly, but at the moment, he could care less. One of his lovers was stiff with shock, the other looked confused and worried, his mother had passed out, and he didn't even want to think about what would be said against him after this.

Prince Ike put a hand on Kyle's shoulder.  Kyle turned to his brother, expecting a frown, but instead was greeted with a very large, very amused smile.

"Big brother, this is the best wedding I've ever been to."

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Kyle laid sprawled out on his bed in his chambers later that night. His wedding robes tossed carelessly aside onto the floor. It had taken most of the rest of the day to get everyone settled into a room or at an inn and to try to gather some sense of normalcy after the chaotic wedding.

There was a knock at the door. Without waiting, Stan peaked his head in. "May we come in?"

Kyle raised his hand and made a come in gesture. Stan held the door for Wendy before shutting it behind him. He locked in before joining Wendy beside the bed.

"I'm sorry," Stan sighed. "To both of you. This was my fault. King Douchebag saw me sulking before the wedding. I think he was just trying to help an old war buddy out, but went about it wrong."

Kyle pushed himself up. He rolled his exposed shoulders. "It's not your fault. I just...I wish he had warned me before he decided to go through with it like that. At least I could have had the smelling salts ready."

"How is Queen Shelia doing, by the way?" Wendy sat down beside Kyle and began to rub his shoulders. She had also changed out of her wedding dress into her normal clothing, though her hair remained in the same braids that Bebe had woven earlier.

"The doctor said she will be fine. Some tea and a night's sleep and she'll be back to normal." Kyle winced. "And ready to scold me, I'm sure."

Stan flopped down on his back. "So, what do we do now? His majesty can proclaim law changes all he wants, but it will still need to be voted on and approved, which will take months to do. Who knows what kind of damage people could do to your reputation in those months."

Kyle shrugged Wendy's hands off his shoulder before landing on to his back next to Stan. He snaked one arm around Stan's neck and pulled him close before holding his other out towards Wendy. Wendy smiled softly and crawled next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know what we're going to do." Kyle admitted. "but, I know we'll be able to figure it out, together."

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A/N: "King Dominique Douchebag" is actually Latin for 'Deux ex Machina' and Greek for 'the author wasn't sure how to write herself out of this hole without making this a multichapter she was never going to finished.'