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aliasimagines · 5 years ago

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Melted Hearts

Jason Todd(Titans) x f!reader with ice powers

Requested by @im-hqlover

Hii! I've been thinking a lot and came to a conclusion for my request. I wish you could do a headcanon or imagine (which one do you think is best) about a Jason Todd (could be from the Titans) x fem reader (could you do with the personality of my old requests, please?) she is a training superhero (like robin with batman) where she would have ice/snow powers (who will she be apprentice I will leave your choice :3). The situation would be: How did they meet? First thoughts? Friendship? Dating? oh, and I forgot to say that she is two years younger than him and that she is kind of short. I hope you do not mind... btw, i can't wait

A/N: IT IS FINALLY HERE!!! I made the reader the apprentice of Wonder Woman. Reader lives with Diana so she can train her. Diana is reader's 'aunt' in civil. Also this doesn’t realy fit into any timline so it’s kind of an au. This is supe long and probably full of typos but it’s 3 am an I just really wanted to post it. There is fluff in it and a bit of angst too. Anyway I really hope you will enjoy it and thank you for being patient with me for my super slow writing.

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his well tailored suit. He stood with his back against the wall. He looked around with slight disgust and annoyence.He watched as Gothams richest people chatted with expensive drinks in their hands. This is not how he imagined his friday evening yet here he was. Bruce didn’t even wanted to hear about Jason staying in his room in order to avoid this event. Even if Jason promised not to blast his musicals too loud.

He sighed pulling his fingers through his hair. Bruce didn’t say anything about being sober so... Jason left his ‘hiding spot’, a relatively hidden corner to find some booze. He tried to walk normaly, not wanting to attach any eyes on himself. Just when he spotted the temporary bar at the end of the room he felt somthing, or rather someone bump into his chest. He looked down to see the a short girl with (e/c) eyes and (fav/c) dress. She immediatly started rammbeing .

“Oh...I’m so sorry...I..I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s quite alright dear” he noticed you looking over his shoulders again and again “You lookin for someone?”

You finally looked up to properly take in the person whom you just ran into.A light pink blush appeared on your cheeks looking at the handsome boy in front of you.

“I..Yeah, I actually am looking for my aunt.”

“Well let me help you. where did you last saw her?” he offered you a kind smile while straightening his shirt. You pointed to the other side of the space, at the pretty looking flowers.

“Around those plants. I went to smell them but when I turned back around she wasn’t there.”You explained and Jason nodded, hummig to himself.

“Hmm. I see. We should check the dancefloor”

The dancefloor was full of extravagantly dressded people and Jason wouldn’t necessarily go there but with this beautiful girl next to him... You shook your head unsure.

“I don’t know...My aunt is not much of a dancer.” biting your lips you tried to think where Diana coud have gone.Jason scratched the back of his head before akwadly offered his hand to you.

“But we could still dance.I mean only if you want to...”

As the blush creeped it’s way back on your face you stood there hesitantly. You don’t even know this guy....but he seemed nice. And he was hot... By the time this went down in your head your cheeks were burning one again.

“I...yeah. Sure.My aunt can wait.”You took his hand and let him lead you in the middle of the waltzing crowd.

He was a suprisingly good dancer. Well, if you think about it it wasn't that surprising. He was at this gala. His eyes met your gaze and smirked. Jason looked down at you, took tale a better look at you. You wore a really beautiful dress. You must be from some rich family to be here.

"So how do you like it here so far Miss... Damn, I'm so rude! I didn't even ask your name neither have I introduced myself. My name's Jason Todd. And who would you be my dear?"

"Y/N Y/L. It's a pleasure" you did a quick bow which made Jason laugh a little.

"The pleasure is all mine Y/N. So...?"

"Oh yeah. Well you see I didn't wanted to come but my aunt is good friends with Mr Wayne and she really wanted me to accompany her so I didn't think I would particularly enjoy this night but now I'm actually starting to like it."

His lips curler upwards once again.

"I'm happy to hear that. And let me tell you I feel the exact same thing."

You continued dancing for a good 15 minutes or so when Jason asked if you wanted to drink something. When you nodded the two of you walked over to the bar and just as you got your drink you saw a tall burbette woman walk towards you.

"Diana!!" you exclaimed and launched forward to hug her. She opened her arms.

"Y/N!! I searched for you everywhere!" she shouted in suprise. She then stepped back to look at you, making sure you were alright.

"I'm sorry, I got lost and then asked Jason here to help me find you but we started dancing and lost track of time and....."

"It's alright honey I see you were in good hands. Hi Jason!" she made a small wave at your dancing partner.

"Diana! It's always a pleasure." he nodded with a kind smile.

"Wait... Do you know each other?"

"Well yes. I told you that Bruce is my friend. And I've met his sons a few time. " Diana explained

"His son??" you turned to him shocke.

He shrugged in a 'it's not that big of a deal' way.

"Adopted"Jason said taking a sip of his drink.

"You didn't tell me!"

"We met less than 30 minutes ago"

It was your turn to shrug your shoulders and hum in agreement. "That's true."

With Diana in your presence you become more comfortable with talking. Jason was quite a good person to talk to. You soon lost track of time again and when you next looked at Diana she was talking to a dark haired man. The man turned out to be Bruce Wayne, you've got intruduced, had a small talk, he spoke a little to Jason making him roll his eyes but the man turned his attention back to your 'aunt' short after.

Jason tapped your shoulder. "Hey, you wanna get some fresh air?"

You looked at Diana but she just smiled at you over Bruce's shoulder so you noded at the boy in front of you.

He took your hand and lead you out of the crowded room. It was dark and cold outside which you found comforting. It was a clear night and if you weren't this close to the city you could have seen some stars too. He took you to the garden and following a small trail you soon arrived to a bench under a huge oak tree. You sat down, eyes still glued to the sky.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” Jason gestured to the trees, the garden and all the flowers in it. “ I spend most of my time here. Well, besides my room and the gym.”

“Yeah, It is realy beautiful.” you agreed.

“Hey, aren’t you cold? Your hands are like icicles. I could give you my jacket, if you wanna.”

“No thanks. I like the cold.” you smiled

“Cool.”

“So Jason, you must tell me. What’s it like to live in a big mansion as this??”

None of your goddamn bussines- was his first thought. And he probably would have said that to anyone else but there was something about you.I mean he was just trying to flirt at te beginning but youve been talking non-stop for an hour or so since than.

“Cool. I mean it’s big as fuck so you can always sneak away in a corner to read calmy.”

To read calmly??? Really?? he thought. Why the fuck am I saying these to her?!

Jason was all about keeping his not caring, smug mask on all time and reading classic literature doesn’t fit in beetwen those lines. So he doesn’t really put it out in the open.

“I can imagine! It must be nice. You have a fireplace ,right? Curling up next to it with a good book...Ah, just thinking about it is great.”

Jason slightly raised his eyebrows in confusion as you did not mention his reading habits but soon he hid his suprise with a smirk.

“You could curl up next to me anytime, doll.”

You scoffed, trying to mask your embarrassment. Looking away you saw your favourite flower on the other side of the garden and stood up to smell them. Jason followed not long after. You two walked around in the garden for a fair amount of time before Jason lead you up a stairway. It lead to a balcony. The light breeze caught in your hair as you looked at the distant lights of Gotham City. You closed your eyes, just trying to cherish the moment. Neither of you talked, it was guiet but in a nice and comforting way. You don’t know how much time has passed but you winced a little when he spoke up, his soft spoken words bringing you back to the present.

“I liked this night, It was a relief to be around someone who is so chill. It’s rare tht i enjoy this kinda stuff.” he said looking ath the sky while leaning on the balcony railing. You felt a sense of pride, making you feel wam, You were so happy that you could make his night better.

“I did enjoy this too. You’re a good company. I don’t know what will you say but I must ask...Would you like to keep in touch?”

You really loved your time with Jason. His lips curvd up in a smirk.

“Oh believe me,doll. I konw I’m the best company. I’ll give ya my number, call me back so I’ll have yours too.”

Afer exchanging numbers you went back inside because it was actually pretty cold out there and seeing that the guest has left, leaving Alfred to clean up the mess. You two decided to help him. Diana and Bruce were talking anyway. By the time Diana grabbed your coat and announced that it’s time to get going you were exhausted so yo only nded in response. After both of you said your goodbyes you left too.

You popped yourself down on your bed but not before taking a quick shower and changing into your pj’s. Just than you saw your phone’s screen lit up. Looking t it you saw it was a messege from Jason. Curiously, you opened it.

Jason: hey just checking in to ask if you got home safley?

You: Aww thats sweet! Yeah we got home not so long ago

Jason: Cool. you should prob. go to sleep. it late.

You: yeah. Good night Jason

Jason: Night!

You woke up to th sound of your phones notification. Furiously throwing a pillow over your head you tried to slep back but your phone beeped again. Ahh why didn’t I mute it?? You rolled over to your side to mute your phone now but as you did you saw that it was Jason who decided to terrorize you at such an early hour. Turns out he sent you a random meme.

You: You woke me up for this??

You stumbled into the kitchen with your phone in hand.Diana saw you entering and greeted you with a big smile.

"Good morning Y/N! I hope your rest was peaceful. Do you want breakfast?"

With your eyes locked to the screen you didn't hear anything making Diana try again.

"Helloo, Diana to Y/N! Do you want breakfast?"

After not making any reaction at all, Diana jumped next to you an looked over your shoulder. She pulled back with a kind smile. She gently shook your arm causing you to look up.

"Oh Diana! Good morning."

She shook her heas laughing slightly.

"Good morning dear. Do you want some pancakes? I made too many for myself."

"Sure! Thank you Di." you said grabbed a plate and packed it with the sweet food.

"I'll go jogging for an an hour or so after that we can train, alright?" she asked while pouring you some (coffee/orange juice/tea/anything you want). You nodded and thanked the drink. You were about to unlock your phone when Diana spoke again.

"Im glad you and Jason met yesterday. You're both inneed of friends."

"Heeey! Did you just call me a loner? Eh.. You're right."you said shrugging your shoulders.

"No. I'm just saying that you are an amazing girl but your afraid to open up causing you to have a small amount of friends. And even though I don't know Jason that well but he seems lonley... Alrighty. I'm gonna head out. Bye!"

Well yeah. If you ever wondered how it was to live with Wonder Woman it was pretty much like this. She took you in almost a year ago. That's when you developed your powers amd she offered to help you with them and to train you. It was really hard at the beginning but now it's much more easier for you to control your powers.

You still texted with Jason about random stuff when Diana called you into the training room. You quickly wrote Jason that you have to go but you'll write asap.

Days went on, even a week passed, you spoke with Jason every day, and even decided to meet up for coffee next Saturday, two weeks after you met.

Diana was kind enough to drop you off at the caffee house you agreed on meeting. You were a bit early so you stood outside leaning back against the wall. Not gonna lie you were nervous but weren't exactly sure why. You played with the hem of your shirt and checked your phone every second. He was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago. You started to doubt that he would come. That's when you heard a a motorcycle pull up a few steps from you. The driver stoped the engine and stood up. He took of his helmet, revealing a smug looking Jason. You rooled your eyes at him as you pushed yourself away from the wall with your feet and walked over.

"You are a drama queen." you laughed.

"Thanks Y/n and hello to you too." he said in a fake offended tone. He than open his arms and you hesitantly huged him.

"Hi Jay." you whispered. Gosh you almost forgot his collagen. You let go so you could go inside. He opened the door for you causing you to chuckle.

While you ordered he found a good spot in the corner next to a big window so he could keep an eye on his motor. You came back with your drinks and sat opposite him. He gratefully grabbed it and took a good sip.

"So, what's up, doll?"

Getting kinda used to his pet names you shrugged.

"Eh, not much happened since last night when we talked." you had to stop for a sec to think back what you actually did besides talking to Jason. "Oh! I binged (fav show)."

"Without me? I'm hurt." he said hiding a smile.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. We should have a marathon sometime though."

"Uuuh, netlfix and chill?"

You rolled your eyes again getting better at hiding your blush.

"What did you do yesterday?"

"You know, typical friday night. Out on the streets looking for danger." he smiled. And well, he wasn't lying. You just laughed it off. Oh, Jason if only you knew how that really is.

"Okay, keep your secrets, Todd."

After chatting for an hour or so you exited the shop. You didn't want to leave him yet but he started to put back on his jacket, which he pulled down in the shop after complaining that it was too hot inside, and grabbed his helmet.

You took out your phone to text Diana to get you when Jay offered you a second helmet which you didn't see before.

"I could take you home. If you want"

"Really?? Wow that would be great. Thanks Jay” you took the helmet and climbed up behind him.

“No problem, babe. Just hold on tight.” he started the engine and drove off to the flat you share with Diana. She wasn’t home yet, after you texted her that Jason would bring you home she told you she’ll go out shopping.

You felt your adrenalin level raise up and hold on to Jason even tighter. He didn’t really bother to stay between the speed limits but for some reason you didn’t really mind. You looked at the scenery you passed by and couldn’t help but smile. It was an amazig feeling, feeling the wind, you felt so carefree.

He stopped, too soon for your liking, at your home. You give him back his helmet and went to hug him but he pulled off his helmet too.

“Can I come in? I don’t wanna go home yet...”

“Yeah..Sure, of course! Come in. It’s not half as cool as the manor but it’s really cosy.” you unlocked the door and gestured for him to step in. you quickly sliped out of your shoes and stepped further in to the flat.

“Uh please take of your boots. Di will kill both of us if she sees that.” with a chuckle he started to untngle the laces of his boots.

“Okay, okay. I would have took it off anyway. I live with an Alfred, you know. He could easyly kill me with a broomstick without spillig blood anywhere. So you know..I learned to take ‘em off.”

He stepped in, now free of his boots and leather jacket. You gestured to the couch nervously

“We could watch something.”

“’kay. But I get to choose the movie.” he popped down and went to search for a movie. You sat down leaving space between the two of you. You ended up wathcing The Breakfast Club, muh to your suprise. You didn’t talk during the film, you only stopped it once to get some snacks.

“Well, thanks for letting me crash for a bit.”

“It’s nothing, I’m glad you were here.”

He flashed his signiture smile at you.

“Let’s make this into a regular thing, ‘kay?”

He went away, making you sink back to the couch, letting your thoughts run free. You liked Jason more and more every minute. It seems that he seemed to enjoy your company too. You han out more, mostly on the weekends.

Sometimes you went to get something to eat, other times you went to the cinema or to book stores, you even accompanied him to buy a new pair of boots after he somehow (he didn't you how) destroyed. Sometimes you even hang out in the manor or at your flat. You often played video games, filling the huge mansion with screams and loud swearing (it was mostly Jason) much to Alfred's dismay. Or maybe you where just blasting your favorite musics while talking about everything. Book, games, movies, bands, fictional characters, conspiracy theories. Or that one time when you were playing fuck, marry, kill Gotham edition and Alfred accidentally entered the room.

"... Fuck! Obviously! Like have you seen him?? I mean he is a JERK buut he is a hot jerk. You get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, definitely. So fuck the Riddler, what's up with Croc?" you nodded in agreement.

"Well I guess I already said I'm marrying Poison so...Kill the Croc."

Poor Alfred just stood at the door not wanting to believe his eyes.

So yeah. You talked about all kinds of things. Except for...well emotions. Which you were okay with. Jay didn't seem like the guy to pour out his soul very often. That was until one night, after the two of you went to the cinema. You wanted walk for a bit before going home so he lead the way. While talking Jay manged to accidentally wapk you to the wrong part of the town. As soon as he realized where you were he too your hand and pulled you close, protectively. He seemed to be familiar with the scenery but you didn't ask why. He told you anyway.

"I grew up here, ya know." his voice was quiet, not sure if it was because he didn't want to attract any attention or just because it was simply not a topic he speaks regularly about. Maybe both. You looked around horrified. This is not a place for kids to grow up. Hardly for adults to live.

"Jesus..." was all you could manage to breath out. He shook his head chuckling.

"I know, right? This place holds the sweetest memories of my life." you felt the sarcasm behind his big smile as he looked around with a found expression. You tightened your hold on his hand.

"Jay... Do you wanna..like uhm... Talk about it?"

He exhaled as a more serious expression appeared on his beautiful face.

"Nah. I don't even know why I stared to talk about it in the first place." he looked down at his shoes. "It's just that I feel like every time I'm with you I have to stop myself from telling you everything about myself. I never had that before. I dont- I hate talking about my past. It's shitty as it is but I don't wanna be defined by it. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. But with you... It's- I don't know."

You could believe your ears but you didn't have much time to stare at him blankly. You quickly snapped out of it and turned to him.

" Jason. I'm...happy you feel like you can tell me all of this.. Because you can. If you want to I'm always ready to listen to whatever you have to say. Because I care for you."

He manged a weak smile.

"It's just so frustrating. Because I know you actually care? Which is so weird to me."

"It shouldn't be weird. You deserve to have people who love you and care for you."

He opened his mouth and closed it again. 2 minutes have surely passed before he spoke again.

"You wanna sleep over?"

You didn't want to leave him alone like this so you agreed. He fished his phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a text.

"I texted Alfred he'll pick us up." he pulled you in to a narrow alleyway than turned righted and you found yourself on a busy street. He pointed at the 0-24 junk food restaurant at the other side of the street. "Let's wait for him there."

"Here you go this will do it, I will try to find a pair sweatpants too." he handed you a black shirt with a band's name on it and went back to his closet to grab you some comfy pants for you to sleep in.

After both of you changed, you in the bathroom, Jay in his room, you climbed in his bed feeling a little nervous. You have sat and layed on his bed multiple times but never have you slept in it with him. Except for that time when you fell asleep while playing video games. You had a super long and tiring night of crime fighting before that and you just couldn't keeo your eyes open.

He was already siting there, leaning his back to the backboard of the bed. He put on a movie he knows you love and hit play when you sat next o him and pulled the blanket over you.

" You comfy?"

"Hmm" you nodded your head, keeping your eyes glued to the tv.

You watched the movie and when it was over Jason just put on some random series. You watched it, but both of you paid more attention to your thoughts than the tv. Jason was playing back your words in his head over and over again. I care for you. His heart skipped a beat every time he thought back to it. It was so obvious that he liked you and it has only occurred to him now. He glanced over at you, looking cute as hell in his shirt.

Just that, as he turned back to the tv he felt you moving around and than he felt your head on his shoulder. He tensed at the contact but didn't say anything, he only let out a shaky breath.

"Does this bother you?"

"Not at all, princess!" he didn't even look at you, afraid his eyes would tell something he didn't wanted you to know just yet.

"In that case..." he felt your arm wrapping around him as you pulled yourself a bit closer. Normally you wouldn't do thia but to your defense he needs hugs. Also he is so comfy.

It wasn't long before Jason reached for the remote control.

"I've had enough of this." you jumped slightly at his voice, gotten used the quiet noise of the tv. "Do you mind if I turn it off?"

"No.." you shook your head, already feeling sleepy but you tried to stay awake so Jason wouldn't be alone, so you turned to him "But I don't wanna sleep yet."

"I didn't say we have to sleep" he turned the tv off amd grabbed his phone from the nightstand next to him. He opened his music library. "Do you wanna put on the music?"

"Give me" you snatched the phone from his hand, earing a laugh from him. You actually understood that even sharing his music taste with you was a really personal thing for Jason. You scrolled down till you found something that fitted the 3am vibe. You earned an amused smile with your choice. You don't know how long gave the two of you stayed uo but you fall asleep cuddling him and he eventually turned towards you in his sleep and hung his arm over you.

Sleepovers became a once in a week thing for you. Both of you ditched patrolling for that day, even if you didn't know the other did that. Whenever you weren't helping Wonder Woman you were with Jason. And sharing personal things became pretty common between the two of you. Jason started to open up more as the weeks and moths past and that felt nice. More than nice actually. He was sweet with you. So happy all the time and gentle with you. One time you were coming over to the manor and Alfred opened the door for you he stoped you for a minute before you could ran to find Jason. He thanked you for brightening up Jason's life.

"Seriously Miss Y/N. Master Jason has been much happier since the night you've met. He has finally someone who he can trust and is in the same age range as him"

"It's nothing Alfred, really. I am lucky to have someone like him"

Don't think for a second that Alfred missed the dreamy look on your face as you talked about him. Your face as it lightened up when Jason walked passed greeting you. And especially not Jason's huge and honest smile as he hugged you close. Alfred knew it long before the two of you did.

You basically liked him since the beginning. Which isn't that surprising considering his looks. But every day you spent with him you fall deeper and deeper in to the hole of emotions.

You were super excited when Diana announced that you'll be going on a mission alongside with the Dynamic Duo. You threw on your supersuit and now you were just waiting for Diana to get ready.

"Diiiii! Comeee ooon! Let's get going!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill Y/N!"

"I'm sorry I'm just so EXCITED! I can't believe I'm going to fight crime with the Batman."

"And Robin too." she said with knowing smirk you didn't know where to put but you didn't give much thought to it.

"Yeah! Robin and Batman! Unbelievable. Even if it's for a boring mission like this.." you said. Diana quickly turned towards you with a scowl.

"Y/N! This is an important mission and a wonderful opportunity for you to learn. If they get those shipment into Gotham, Zeus knows that Batman won't be enough to defend the city. I need you to focus. Don't make me regret bringing you along."

The mission wasn't too complicated. Group A wanted buy the deadly weapons from group B. You have to take down said groups amd make sure that all the weapons stays in safe hands.

You and Wonder Woman were looking down from a building, just above the spot where the business is supposed to take place in a few minutes. On the other side, opposite from you on a roof were Batman and Robin. The trucks with the stuff had arrived and just as tge men were about to get out Batman signaled for Wonder Woman and they jumped down leaving you and Robin on the other side alone. You rolled your eyes annoyed. So much for excitement!

Robin seemed to read your mind as he waived his hand to get your attention. He pointed down, made some punching movements then raised his hand mouthing 'what do ya say?"

You grined at him giving him a thumbs up. Truth to be told both of your partners said to wait for their signal but neither of you could care more You wanted to kick some ass!

You used you icy powers to create some sort of chute. You slide down landing gracefully, the same moment Robin did. The scene caused everyone to look your way. This gave a little time for the criminals just enough for them to grab their guns. You and Robin jumped out of the gunfire together. In sync you began to take down goon after goon. Batman and WW had no chance to join in as the two of you took down every one of them amazingly fast. It seemed you took care of everything so you made your way over to Robin.

"Nice to officially meet you! I'm (superhero name)!" you when to shook his hand when you heard a gun firing and felt a sharp pain. Falling backwards you geared a distant scream and saw some shadowy movement before blacking out.

You haven't yet opened your eyes both the first thing you felt was numbness and distant talking.

"....and I take full responsibility for that!"

"That's not enough what if...."

"No what ifs! She is gonna be fine! I know her! You know her! She will be just fine. She has to be..."

You felt your consciousness slipping away again but just before you blacked out you quickly breathed out the name of the person who you've just heard. Jason

When you opened your eyes it was dark. You blinked a few times but it was still blurry. You tried to remember where you were, what happened but you felt like your memories where just floating around in your head in no particular order. But you felt something something im your hand. Or on your hand. You tried to turn to look but you felt pain shaking your whole body. You hissed grimacing

"Shit, no! Don't try to move Y/N." it was Jason. His hand was holding yours and he was speaking to you. Your brain slowly processed his words trying to fit in the information. When the last piece connected you finally remembered what happened. You looked at you bandaged side. You've shot. You looked at the boy at your side.

"H-how.. How are here? And... "you looked around at the unfamiliar place" Where is here?"

" You are in the Batcave." he said softly."We brought you here right after you've been shot. Alfred he uhm he patched you up. Do-don't worry it's not as bad as you think. It- it went straight through and didn't catch anything so uhm..." you saw how nervous he was. He was either going to scream or burst out in tears any minute.

" You... Jason what are you doing here? Did Diana get you here.... Do you.. Do you know who I am? " you were so confused. He avoided your gaze but his hand gripped your just a little tighter.

"No.. Diana did not bring me here. I was there when you got shot. I am... Y/N I know you are (superheroname) but you have to know I was there because I am Robin."

You snapped your head up gasping. You started at him.

"You.... Are.... Robin???"

"And you're (superheroname)" he let out a shaky laugh. "I probably should get Diana and Bruce..."

"Please don't leave." you said desperately

"I haven't left your side since we arrived, only to change but even that it was Bruce who told me to go"

"How long was I out?"

"Almost a whole day. It's night again...And Alfred said not to move you for a few days so you are spending the night in the cave"

You looked around terrified.

"Don't look so fucking scared, doll. I told you I'm not leaving you. This is where I have to be. At your side." you looked up in his eyes. You could see it. And he could see it too. Both of you felt it but were to afraid to say something that would break the silence. Still you saw him open his mouth.

" You know... "you saw tge real Jason. Nervously rushing his fingers in his messy hair with his free hand while you felt the other one starting to get shaky and sweaty.

" Jay"you breathed softly "I know.You don't have to.."

He was trying so hard not to choke on his words as he shook his head, a silent cry shaking him.

"No I ne-need to. I almost lost you. I have to say it. I lo..." he squeezed his eyes shut taking a deep breath. This moment played down in his had so many times. But he didn't imagine him literally breaking down in front of you. You ran your thumb across his hand comforting him. You were so patient and... He tried to hold back a sob but it escaped anyway causing your eyes to fill up with tears.

"I love you so fucking much Y/N" he finally cried out. You reached up to his cheek to wipe away his tears.

"I love you to Jason. So much."

He slowly leaned down stopping inches from your face. You felt his breath on your skin. Time seemed to so slow down and the only thing you heard was your breathing and your heartbeats. The only thing you saw was Jason. His beautiful features looking at you, taking in every detail. Your lips finally connected with his plump ones waking up the butterflies in your stomach. Your hand which wasn't holding his went to touch his oh so gorgeous curls you loved so much. You felt his hand on your cheek, brushing away some hair and then just resting there for a few seconds. He was careful not to lean on you too much or pressure you. Much to your dismay he pulled away with the biggest smile on his face.

"A much as I want to continue, you need the rest."

You still felt like your heart could explode any minute but you just nodded as you felt your voice would probably betray you.

He spend the night with you, just as he promised and he didn't leave your side the next day nor the day after etc. He was their when you could finally stand up, he was the one who helped you out of bed and he was with you every step in to your healing. And when you finally got better he took you on your first date. You said you wnated nothing fancy so it was a dinner at a fast food restaurant... And than he took you to the theater to see a play because it's Jason. Of course he would. He ended the night with a motorcycle ride to outside of town where you were able to see the stars.

Your relationship hasn't changed much, well you kissed more and spent more time together (if that was possible) but you still talked about everything. You still played video games, still had movie marathons and sat down for coffee on sundays. You love each other so much, even a blind person could see it. You were the power couple™. And anyone who crossed path with Robin and (superheroname) would regret the night they were born.

#jason todd one shot #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #dc titans imagine #titans imagine #dc imagine #titans oneshot #robin x reader #Wonder Woman #batman

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migila · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas! Let’s celebrate with a fic!

Christmas of the Scouting Legion

“Keep walking guys, we still have a way to go!” Hanji told Levi and Eren as the two followed her through the snow in the mountains.

“Just where are we going to in the first place, commander?” Eren asked “It’s about time you tell us, right?”

“You two know what time of the year it is, right?” Hanji asked. Levi raised an eyebrow, but Eren got what she was saying and answered: “Christmas is in a few days.”

“Exactly!” Hanji agreed “And I found the most fabulous Christmas tree, so we’re taking it back to the HQ!”

Eren and Levi stopped in their tracks. Exchanging looks, they made the nonverbal decision to turn on their heels and go back.

“Wait wait wait, where are you guys going!? We have a Christmas tree to fetch!” Hanji protested at the retreating men’s backs.

“Get it yourself” was all Levi said “I don’t want to be a part of this.”

“Oh, c’mon you two!” Hanji protested, catching up with them “We all had so much fun last year, right?”

“…We did” Eren admitted “But surely you can handle one tree on your own, commander.”

“Not this one; it’s huge!” Hanji disagreed “So I need you to carry it back in your titan form!”

“…”

Without another word, both Levi and Eren picked up the pace.

“Guys guys, I’m serious!” Hanji said, jumping to Eren’s feet “C’mon Eren, please! Just this one time!”

“No” Levi told her, crossing his arms “He’s not your delivery boy.”

“You just go drink your tea” Hanji jabbed at him, turning all her attention to Eren and making her best puppy dog face “Please, Eren!”

“…”

The trip ended with a fifteen-meter titan carrying an almost equally tall tree on its back.

XXXXX

“Shitty Glasses, the tree is way too big” Levi pointed out with an irritated scowl “It won’t fit in the HQ.”

“…” Hanji realized that as well. She had thought it’d be fine, but it seemed the tree was a few meters too tall.

“It’d be a shame to shorten such a brilliant tree… well, time for plan B, then!” she thought “We’ll keep it outside.”

“Really?” Levi said “All this to have a damn tree outside?”

“Yes, all this to have a damn tree outside” Hanji confirmed gleefully “Time to look for a good place. Let’s go, Eren!”

The titan followed, but not before Levi caught him rolling his eyes. The young man clearly wasn’t any more excited about this than the captain himself was.

“Not that I care as long as it’s not me carrying that damn tree”

XXXXX

“The commander is… really in to it this year” Onyankopon pointed out as he observed Hanji running around, giving orders regarding the Christmas preparations.

“She’s under a lot of stress; this is probably her way of trying to relieve it” Armin said diplomatically, trying to not be too hard on his superior “She’ll calm down eventually.”

“She’d better, or people’s clothes won’t be the only red thing around this Christmas” Levi said from where he sat cleaning the tree decorations, making Onyankopon look at him worriedly. Armin paid the man no mind, knowing he wasn’t as serious as one might think.

“As cheerful as ever I see, captain” Yelena said as she came over, carrying a box that was almost the size of Levi “Not much of a Christmas person, I assume.”

Levi simply gave her a look that told her he was tired of her shit. Charming.

“What’s in that box, Yelena?” Armin asked as he came closer, wondering if he’d be able to carry it with the same effortlessness as Yelena did “Is it heavy?”

“Not really, but the size makes it a little difficult to carry” she cast a knowing smile at Levi “Or at least it would to some people.”

The captain gave her a glare, and Armin wondered if he should just bail.

“There you are!” Hanji called out as she spotted Yelena, running over in a flash “I needed that!”

“What is it?” Armin asked curiously as Yelena put the box down and Hanji started unpacking it. Out came a statue of a white bearded man dressed in red “That’s…” Armin paused, trying to remember the name of the fictional character “Santa Claus?”

“Yes!” Hanji confirmed with a grin “I actually ordered this from the Reeves company last year, but it didn’t get finished in time. Now we can finally use it!”

It seems Hanji had been more in to it already last year than they had thought.

“Yelena, give me a hand so that we can find a place for this” Hanji said, and the woman dutifully picked the statue up again “As for you two, help Levi with the decorations.”

“…Sure” Onyankopon said, knowing he had nothing better to do at the moment anyway. Armin, however, declined.

“Actually commander, there are some preparations I have planned to do myself, if you don’t mind” he said. Hanji raised an eyebrow, asking: “Christmas preparations?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Then you’re dismissed!”

Hanji and Yelena went off to their own business and, as Levi watched Armin go, he couldn’t help but comment: “I wonder if the little shit actually has something to do or if he just bailed on us.”

“Armin playing hooky?” Onyankopon asked in surprise “He doesn’t seem like the type to do that.”

Levi snorted.

“You’re in for a real surprise one day if you think that” he said, now observing how Hanji made Yelena walk in circles as she couldn’t come up with a good place for the statue. As amusing was it was to see the giant woman wandering around aimlessly under Hanji’s orders, the whole Christmas -thing was starting to annoy him. Looking at Onyankopon, he remarked: “And this mess is all your fault.”

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“I can’t believe the commander is making us do this” Floch complained as he wrapped up a Christmas present “We have far more important things to do than prepare for some stupid Marleyan party!”

“I don’t mind the break, but I do wonder if the Scouting Legion’s budget can handle all this” Jean said “That’s what the commander used to get the gifts, right?”

“She’s out of her mind” Floch said “Is she really suitable to be a commander?”

Jean frowned at this.

“Careful, Floch” he said “Walls have ears.”

“Yeah, I know” he said with a frustrated sigh “And heads and feet and arms; the walls are freaking titans! That’s another thing we should be looking in to instead of- “

Mikasa, who had been packing presents silently until now, cut off Floch by abruptly standing up.

“Mikasa?” Jean questioned, but the woman ignored him in favor of walking over to Floch, ripping a piece from the tape roll in her hand off before smacking it on the redhead’s face, his mouth to be more specific, effectively silencing him. She turned her gaze to Jean, who immediately got the hint and looked away, continuing to work.

As Mikasa saw that Floch was about to remove the tape, she took another one and crossed it over the first one. Floch glared at her, but Mikasa just raised an eyebrow, looking at him coldly. Floch was able to hold her gaze for a few more moments before no longer having the guts and looking away, returning to his work. Satisfied, so did Mikasa.

XXXXX

“You I can understand” Connie said as he gestured to Eren with a broom “But how did I end up on the HQ cleaning duty?”

“Hanji probably wanted you out of the way” Eren said flatly “You have the tendency to start trouble.”

“Wha-!?” Connie was shocked “Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Getting-Kidnapped-Is-My-Hobby!”

Eren cast his friend a glare, saying: “I kept getting kidnapped because I’m irreplaceable, you know.”

“Uhhuh, sure” Connie said, unimpressed “Everyone wants to steal Levi’s favorite slave who cleans like a pro!”

“…”

Wordlessly, Eren chucked the rag he’d been cleaning with straight to Connie’s face.

“Alright” Connie said, taking the rag off “You’re just asking for trouble.”

“Bring it” Eren told him, and soon they were battling with mops and brooms, trying to swipe each other in the face with them. Connie was still shorter, so one would think that Eren had the upper hand but, like always, Connie’s reflexes made up for his size. He was not one to be taken lightly.

“What are you two doing?” the young men froze, momentarily fearing they’d been caught by Levi, but soon they relaxed as they realized it was just Yelena “You’ve made a mess, you know.”

Looking around, Connie and Eren realized it was true. Shoot.

“…We need to clean this up before the captain finds out” Eren said.

“Yeah, we probably should” Connie said, turning to Yelena “Since you’re here, give us a hand, would you?”

Yelena just smiled, as usual, and the duo paled as she stepped aside, revealing a very pissed off Levi behind her.

“Shit”

XXXXX

“Sasha for the last time, those are for everyone!” Nikolo yelled, whacking Sasha’s hand away from the gingerbreads with a wooden spoon, ignoring her yelp “Keep your chubby hands off of them!”

“My hands aren’t chubby!” Sasha protested with a pout “They’re just swollen because you keep hitting them!”

“I wouldn’t hit if you weren’t such a thief, you little pig” Nikolo muttered “Can’t you go help with the Christmas tree or something?”

“But I want to be here with you!”

Nikolo blushed, but forced it away before Sasha could see and instead said: “You mean you want to be here with the food, right?”

“….”

“Sasha”

“Can’t it be both, okay!?” Sasha finally broke under pressure “You make the best food, but I also like you!”

Nikolo blushed again, and this time Sasha noticed.

“And you like me too” she said with a confident grin, but the stubborn POW just scoffed “Ahha, sure, who doesn’t like greedy thieves in their kitchen.”

“Meanie” the girl said, sticking her tongue out at him “We better get back to work.”

Whacking her with the spoon again, Nikolo pointed out: “You’re the one who keeps slowing us down in the first place.”

XXXXX

“Thanks for giving me a hand Hitch” Armin said as he and Hitch decorated Annie’s underground chamber for Christmas.

“No prob” the woman said “Though I would’ve liked to be invited to this “Christmas party” when you had one last year or, you know, to get invited this year!”

Armin laughed nervously.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it was just pretty hectic and all new. Even now Hanji’s probably ordering everyone around like a slave driver.”

“So that’s why you ran off here?” Hitch snickered “Smart move.”

“I didn’t even need to lie; simply said that I have Christmas preparations elsewhere” the blond told, struggling to throw a bow over Annie’s crystal “It’s good to be trusted!”

“Except when it comes to reaching things” Hitch snickered as she snatched to bow that kept falling from Armin “The all mighty Colossal Titan can’t even reach high enough to put a bow on a girl!”

“Ha, really funny” Armin said, gaping as Hitch climbed on the crystal “Hitch, you’re not supposed to do that!”

“I’m in charge of the sleeping beauty; I can do what I want” Hitch told without missing a beat “As long as nothing goes wrong, nobody needs to know.”

“And if something does go wrong?”

“Then we’ll finally have some process” Hitch said with a shrug, patting the crystal “Our girl’s been sleeping long enough!”

Well, Hitch wasn’t wrong.

“I hope we can celebrate Christmas with Annie some year for real”

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“Christmas is so not worth all this” Jean thought as he leaned on some empty crates, out of Hanji’s sight. He’d thought the commander had been a real slave driver at first, but when they were done with the presents and got to the decorations, he realized he’d been wrong. The true devil had yet to come out “She ought to give us a break…”

He actually had it the hardest, being the best with the gear after Levi. The captain had fled under the excuse of cleaning, so Hanji had put him in charge of decorating the place with his gear. That would’ve been fine had Hanji not kept screaming instructions all the time… if it was so important, why not do it herself?

“Candy cane for your thoughts” Jean jolted, but relaxed once he realized that it was just Eren who popped down next to him. Raising an eyebrow, the young man asked: “A candy cane? Really?”

“I’m completely broke; take it or leave it” Eren explained, actually holding out a red and white candy “Well?”

Jean snorted, taking the offered treat.

“In how big trouble do you think I’d get to if I murdered our superior officer?” he asked as he unwrapped the candy.

“Make it look like an accident and you should be fine” Eren said, taking out a candy cane of his own “Maybe the tree will fall on top of her?”

“Yeah, maybe” Jean snorted “So who’s she focusing her attention on now?”

“Sasha and Connie; Hanji made them take your place as soon as she noticed you were gone” the shifter told “She’ll be pissed.”

“If those two pisses her off even more before she finds me, she won’t remember she has something to be mad at me about” Jean said “She’s a bit too disorganized for that right now.”

“Who’s too disorganized for what now?” the boys looked up, seeing manically grinning Hanji standing on the crate, a box of candles in her hands “Break time’s over boys, chop chop!”

They groaned, wondering how hard it would be to inconspicuously tip the tree over.

XXXXX

“We’re done!” Hanji cheered, jumping up and down next to the tree.

“And with a good timing” Onyankopon said, wiping sweat from his forehead “Though we did work like crazy for all this; maybe we should make a do with a little less next year…”

“Nonsense; next year will be even better!” Hanji protested, making everyone at the hearing range groan. Frowning, Hanji asked: “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, commander” Eren said as he stood up, bringing his hand close to his mouth “Though there is one thing I forgot to hang on the Christmas tree. Permission to transform?”

“Permission granted!” Hanji said without missing a beat, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“Eren?” Mikasa questioned, but Eren ignored her as he backed away from everyone else before his transformation. After he was done, Levi came over with some Christmas ribbons, handing them to the titan.

“Make this a peaceful Christmas for us; we’ve all deserved it” he said. The titan nodded, the scouts and Marleyans watching as he took off towards the huge Christmas tree, but not before picking up the commander.

“Ooh, I get to hang it?” she asked, not protesting as Eren carried her closer to the tree. She only started to feel like something was wrong as Jean flew in with his gear on Eren’s shoulder, reaching for the tree “Guys?”

As the titan and the horse faced young man grinned, Hanji knew she was in for it now. Had she had her gear, she would’ve bailed that very second but the thing is, she didn’t. She was at their mercy.

“Merry Christmas commander” Jean said as he and Eren tied Hanji up to the top of the tree “Hope you’ll have a peaceful Christmas up here; we sure as hell will- just not this high!”

“What? C’mon guys, after all I’ve done for you!” Hanji wailed, trying to break free, but Jean and Eren ignored her in the favor of saluting the cheering and laughing scouts. The mood getting the best of him, Jean yelled from the top of his lungs: “MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!”

XXXXX

OMAKE:

“I can’t believe you were so clumsy”

“Me? What about you? You should’ve caught me properly like a gentleman!”

“I told you not to climb on the crystal!”

“Well you could’ve actually stopped me instead of whining, oh brave scout!”

Armin and Hitch glared at each other from the awkward ankles they’d ended up on when Hitch fell off of the crystal, right on top of Armin, tangling them both with the giant bow.

“…”

“…So, when will Boris show up?”

“Knowing his lazy ass, around noon.”

“Great” Armin said with a sigh “Merry Christmas.”

#snk fic #fanfic #fanfiction #hanji zoe #levi ackerman #eren yeager #onyankopon #yelena #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #floch forster #connie springer #sasha blouse #nikolo #hitch dreyse #annie leonhardt

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synkiller82 · 5 years ago

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Collapse Into Me Chapter 17 - Illustrious

“Stop.” Gabriel’s harsh voice cut through the low music in the background. “Are you not taking this event seriously?”

“I’m sorry, Father,” Adrien started, only to be quieted by his father’s hand.

“Don’t be sorry, be better. Your gait is too wide and fast for the music, your expression leaves something to be desired, and those clothes are still too tight,” Gabriel noted without the slightest hint of emotion. “You will continue on your diet and start an exercise regimen until they fit properly, and correct yourself immediately. Now, go back and start again.”

Adrien moved to the beginning of the small walkway and waited for the music to start again. He was trying his best, but this week had been exhausting, and there was still another week before the opening gala and Fall Fashion Week. After a few more passes, he was finally allowed to change into his regular clothes and instructed to return to Gabriel’s atelier.

Adrien made his way back and stood by the door. “You wanted to see me, Father?”

“I will be unable to attend the opening gala for Fashion Week. As the heir of this company, you will take my place next to Nathalie.” Gabriel looked up from his tablet. “You need to start learning how to run this company, Adrien, not just benefit from it. As such, you will be shadowing employees from varying departments during your breaks from school in addition to your modeling responsibilities and lessons.”

“Yes, Father,” Adrien replied with resignation. He had hoped to discuss his future with Gabriel, but Adrien knew the tone in his father’s voice meant there was no room for negotiation. “May I go?”

Gabriel waved dismissively and turned his attention back to whatever project was on his tablet.

Adrien walked back to his room. While he didn’t want to be CEO of Gabriel, he should’ve known his dreams and desires wouldn’t be taken into consideration, even if he had voiced them. His future had been laid out for him the moment he was born, and he was supposed to follow the plan without argument or hesitation. He wouldn’t be surprised if his father had already chosen a wife for him, too. Adrien just hoped he had a say in who he spent his life with, because there was a beautiful, smart, and compassionate aspiring designer that he was becoming more smitten with every day.

---

The next week flew by for Adrien in a whirlwind of photoshoots, interviews, and practices on top of school, homework, lessons, and Chat duties. By Friday morning, he felt like a zombie as he made his way to school. He noticed Marinette looking almost as tired as he sat down next to her.

“What’s wrong with you two?” Alya inquired, leaning over her desk to flick Marinette’s messy bun. “You both look like the walking dead.”

“Give it a rest, Alya,” Marinette groaned as she buried her face in Adrien’s shoulder. “It’s been a long two weeks and we still have to get through the gala tomorrow.”

“What has kept you so busy, hmm?” Alya continued. “I thought you were just going as Adrien’s plus 1.”

“I’ve been working with Maurice.” Marinette looked back at her friend with an expression that clearly indicated that she was done with the conversation before resting her head back on Adrien’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Marinette,” Adrien whispered into her hair. “I didn’t know it would be this stressful on you too, or I wouldn’t--”

“Please stop,” Marinette whispered back, her blue eyes looking up to meet his green ones. “I want to do this, Adrien. Maurice told me what was going on and I want to help. We will get through tomorrow together, okay?”

Adrien reached for Marinette’s hand, which she had placed on his thigh when he sat down, and brought it up to brush a kiss on her knuckles. “Sounds perfect, Marinette.”

---

Adrien stood at the entrance to the ballroom at Le Grand Paris, welcoming everyone as they passed. It was a tedious and boring task, and Adrien could not wait until Marinette arrived.

“Adrien, you look fabulous,” Audrey Bourgeois complimented, taking in his black tux and white shirt with red bow tie and vest. “Where is your father?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bourgeois, but Father was called away. Nathalie will be back in a moment if you need to discuss business.” Adrien recited for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Adrichou,” Chloe called, hugging him and giving air kisses. “You owe me a dance for not bringing me as your date this year.”

Adrien untangled himself from her and the monstrosity that was her yellow ball gown. “As you wish, Chloe.”

“I saw Dupain-Cheng outside,” Chloe whispered as she leaned in. “She doesn’t look nearly as good as I do, but she cleans up well enough.” Before Adrien could respond, Chloe winked and walked off. He shrugged. At least Chloe didn’t completely insult his date.

A few more guests passed before Adrien caught the sight of red in his peripheral. He turned to greet his date and he was temporarily stunned. Marinette stood in front of him in her dress, her blue-black hair pulled into a waterfall French braid with the ends curling over her shoulders. Her makeup was subtle, allowing her natural beauty to shine through.

“Evening, Adrien,” Marinette greeted quietly. “You look great.”

“Not half as good as you do. You’re positively radiant.” Adrien countered, giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek before offering his arm. He still had about half an hour before he could leave the door, but Marinette stayed by his side and greeted the press and VIPs as they arrived.

Once Nathalie relieved them, Adrien and Marinette made their way into the ballroom and were pulled into a conversation with a reporter from L’Officiel. “Adrien, what is the status of the spring collection? We have been waiting weeks to hear something from Gabriel .”

“The spring collection is a global theme,” Marinette answered. “ Gabriel currently has designers traveling the globe, taking inspiration from multiple cultures to incorporate into the collection. I’m sure Mr. Agreste will have a preview ready within the month.”

“Fantastic, Ms.--”

“Dupain-Cheng,” she replied. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

The reporter nodded and thanked them before walking away to her next interview. Adrien looked over to Marinette. “That was a great answer.”

“I was only repeating what Maurice drilled into my head,” Marinette admitted. “We weren’t just going over how to eat and walk these past two weeks.”

The couple continued to flit through the room, answering questions and making conversations. Adrien marveled at how easily Marinette melded into the situation. She exuded confidence, even though he could feel her shaking a bit on his arm. By the time they sat down to eat, her shaking had calmed.

“I can’t believe the gowns here,” she whispered as they ate. “This is a designer’s dream come true.”

Adrien quietly smiled and nodded as Marinette went into exuberant detail about which outfits she loved and which she thought should never see the light of day. He had to admit that she really did make this night not just bearable, but enjoyable. Her enthusiasm was contagious and he was more than willing to be caught up in it.

Soon dinner was over and the chamber orchestra began playing a beautiful waltz. Adrien held out his hand as he stood from his chair. “May I have this dance?”

“I don’t know, Adrien.” Marinette bit her lip as she looked from his outstretched hand to the cleared dance floor. “I’d rather not open up the opportunity to humiliate myself in front of everyone.”

“Do you trust me?”

Marinette looked up and saw a small smirk on his lips. She had to giggle at his Aladdin reference as she placed her hand in his. She did trust him, almost as much as she trusted Chat.

When they reached the dance floor, Adrien moved them into position and Marinette couldn’t help but remember their first dance at Chloe’s party as he led her around the dance floor. She lost herself in the feeling of their movements and the music, secretly wishing that this could last forever. She tripped a few times, but Adrien was able to counter her each time so no one saw.

After a few dances, Adrien excused himself to dance with Chloe, and Marinette made her way back to the table to rest. She jumped when she heard a chair move, and looked up to see Chloe’s mother take a seat next to her.

“So, you’re dating Adrien?” Audrey started without any fanfare. “You two seem-” She searched for a word. “Good, together.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Bourgeois,” Marinette replied, wondering where this conversation was heading.

“I have been keeping an eye on you, and your talent continues to impress me.” Audrey took a sip from her glass as she looked Marinette over. “My offer is still open for you to come to New York.”

“That is very kind, but I can’t leave Paris.”

Audrey waved her words away. “Fine. I was going to stay in Paris for a while, anyway.”

“I don’t understand,” Marinette stated, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you need to stay here?”

“I want you to feature in Style Queen as an up and coming designer.” Audrey stood up. “I want three designs delivered to my suite no later than Friday after next by noon.”

Marinette was practically vibrating when Adrien returned to her. “Adrien, you won’t believe what just happened.” She grabbed his hand to ground herself. “Audrey Bourgeois just requested three original designs to feature in her magazine.”

“That’s great, Marinette!” Adrien wrapped her in a tight hug. “I knew you would turn heads in the fashion world.”

---

The rest of the week went by in a flash for Adrien. He was absent from school while he attended events throughout the city. Thankfully, he got to see Marinette every night after he was done so she could drop off his notes and homework. It wasn’t ideal for either of them, but they cherished the time they got.

Saturday and the fashion show finally arrived. Adrien was a mix of nervous and excited energy, as this was the last event of the week. After this and the after-party was done, he could go see Marinette. Well, that was his plan anyway. He knew he had to get this perfect or his father would probably spend the rest of the night letting him know everything he did wrong.

“Calm down, Kit,” Plagg grumbled from his place on top of the bookshelf. “You’ll do great and then you can go see Baker Girl.”

“You do know she has a name, right?” Adrien asked, glancing in the mirror at his kwami.

I know more about her than you think, the tiny cat thought to himself. He just shrugged.

A knock on Adrien’s dressing room door interrupted their conversation. He sighed and plastered on his best model smile. It was time to go to work.

Four hours later, he found himself outside the Dupain-Cheng residence, ringing the doorbell. He heard hurried footsteps drumming down the stairs before the door flew open to reveal a flustered Marinette.

“Adrien, what are you doing here? I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to come by until tomorrow.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground. “I got done early. I wanted to see if you wanted to get coffee with me.”

She reached out and pulled him inside and into a bear hug. “Be right back.” She ran back upstairs and a few moments later, was back in front of him with her coat, sliding on her boots. “Let’s go.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #fluff

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strayycarrot · 5 years ago

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Dancing in the Rain - Chapter 2 (Seventeen Dino X reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Words: 2140

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Notes: rereading this made me smile, and I hope it makes someone else smile

Your mom wakes you up the next morning. Well, technically all she does is stick her head into the room and shout "Wake up!".

Groaning, you roll out of bed. You wince when your cheek brushes against the mattress. Your cheek is even more sore now than it was last night, and it feels swollen too. After you get dressed, you do your make-up and gently apply concealer over the bruise. You don't want your mom to get worried. She probably wouldn't notice anyway, but you don't want her to yell at you for getting into trouble.

When you finally leave your room, your mom has already disappeared in her study, working as always. It's usually best to leave her alone when she's busy, so you walk into the kitchen and make yourself breakfast. Normally you would make her something, too, but you realize that she's already eaten because of the dirty dishes in the sink.

After you eat and wash the dishes, you take your favorite book and blanket and snuggle up in the reading nook by the window. After a while you put down the book and just stare out of the window into the sunlit yard. A few water droplets are still dotting the window, sparkling like pearls. Through them, you watch the reflection of the partly cloudy sky in a puddle. You can't believe Dino was standing there just last night.

Absentmindedly, you rub the bump on your head. You grit your teeth as you remember the sheer panic that gripped you moments before Dino showed up. You don't even want to imagine what would have happened if he hadn't been there.

The annoying beeping of your phone distracts you from your dark thoughts. As you unlock your phone, you see just how late it is. You've been sitting there for hours. The text is from Ji Woo.

"Why is Dino wearing your hoodie?", it says.

Frowning, you quickly type a response.

"What do you mean???"

Not a minute later, Ji Woo answers.

"Didn't you see the pics from this morning? He was wearing it at the fansign!"

A quick search later, you gasp. She's right. That's definitely your blue dragon hoodie, the one you lost last night. The one he said he would find for you. But he never said anything about wearing it! You scroll through the comments, and a particular one catches your eye.

"This is one of my favorite looks on him!!!", you read.

You giggle. The fan is right, the hoodie looks amazing on him. You also notice that he must have washed it. You're relieved that the rain didn't ruin it, and that it's not lost after all. But one question remains: How are you going to get your hoodie back?

"He must have found it", you text Ji Woo, realizing she's still waiting for an explanation, but not wanting to repeat everything that happened last night.

"And he just kept it? That's not very nice."

You chuckle.

"What else was he supposed to do? I'm sure he's way too busy to find me just to return a hoodie!"

"But why is he wearing it?"

"I have no idea. It's not like he doesn't have any clothes."

You frown and think it over.

"I guess he just likes it", you add.

"Min Ah says you should call Maria. Maybe she knows how to contact him so you can get it back", Ji Woo writes. You hesitate. A new message comes in. It's from an unknown number.

"Hey is this y/n?"

You raise your eyebrows. How did someone get your number? You've only given this number to Min Ah and Ji Woo. And Maria, through the sign-up sheet, you remember.

"Yes, who is this?", you type back, hoping that it's Maria and not some creepy stalker.

"It's Dino. Just letting you know, I have your hoodie!"

You laugh.

"Never mind, he just texted me.", you inform Ji Woo. Then you switch back to Dino's message.

"Thank you so much! I thought I'd never see it again!"

"It's very cool. Def suits you ;)"

"Are you saying I'm as fierce as a dragon? That's probs the best compliment I've ever gotten :)"

"You're welcome :D"

You stare at the phone in your lap, still confused as to why he would go through so much trouble just to give you your hoodie back. You purse your lips and scroll through the photos of the fansign again. You're not so sure anymore if you even want it back. You kind of like seeing him wear it. It's crazy that it fits you both so well. It was pretty baggy on you, but he fills it out very well. The more you stare at Dino, the more you want to tell him to just keep it.

But then again, if he gives it back to you, it would give you an excuse to see him again. You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You watch dots appear on your screen. Dino is typing again.

"So what's he saying??? Spill it we're both dying over here!"

False alarm, it's just Ji Woo again.

"Not much. I guess he's trying to figure out how to get it back to me."

"Awesome! Ask him out on a date while you're at it ;)"

You snort.

"Calm down, he's just being nice."

"Yeah, right...".

At the same time, Dino finally sends his message.

"Would you like to come by the dorm later to pick it up?"

You chew your lip and eventually decide that it would be too weird if you asked him to keep wearing it. You don't want him to think you're obsessed or something.

"Sure! Just give me a time and I'll be there."

You don't feel as enthusiastic as the message suggests. The first time he met you, you made a fool out of yourself, twice. Three times, if you count your dumb idea of walking home alone in the dark. No wonder he didn't want to leave you alone even when you got home. He must think that you don't have enough brain cells to even take care of yourself.

"And don't worry, I'll get there in one piece -.-", you add, fearing he'll appoint himself as your personal bodyguard or something. Not that you would mind having him by your side all the time. You shake your head and put your phone down. You can hear your mom rummage through the drawers somewhere in the house. Following the sound, you stop at the doorway to the kitchen and watch the spectacle as it unfolds in front of you.

Your mom, not by any means a tall woman, is balancing on top of a chair, trying to reach the plates on the top shelf.

At the same time, the water on the stove is boiling over. You rush to the pot and pull it off the heat as quickly as you can. The sound of water sizzling angrily as it hits the hot stove top grinds your ears.

“Thank you sweetie!” Your mom jumps off the chair and it’s a miracle that she doesn’t drop the plates.

“You’re cooking?”, you ask, shocked. You’ve never seen her in the kitchen for more than a few minutes at a time before.

“Sure”, she says. She walks over to the pot and pokes a fork into the potatoes. You smile as you look around and take in the array of ingredients and cooking utensils strewn across the kitchen.

“Thank you, mom”, you say, your voice thick with emotion. You’re so used to taking care of yourself when you lived with your dad that it didn’t even occur to you that someone would do something like this for you.

“Can I help?”, you ask, already moving to the counter to cut up some more vegetables.

“That’d be great. I may be just a little bit in over my head”, she admits, relief coloring her voice.

“Of course. It’ll be great!”

It’s not long before the two of you have prepared a simple meal and are sitting together at the table, eating and chatting happily.

“So how was dance class?”, she asks.

Your face lights up as you tell her excitedly about your new friends and the awesome choreography you’re learning.

“And they even go to the same school!”, you exclaim.

Your mom’s phone rings. She leaves the room to answer it and the smile leaves your face. You know she won’t be back anytime soon. Her work is important, you remind yourself. You gather up the dishes and chuck the rest of your mom’s meal into the trash can. Sighing, you begin to wash the dishes by yourself.

When you get back to your room, you check your phone. There are several notifications.

“What’s going on?? You’ve got to tell us everything!” You smirk. Min Ah is just as nosy as Ji Woo.

“I’m going by their dorm to pick up my hoodie later”, you tell her. You switch over to Dino’s messages and stare at the last one he sent you.

“Of course you are. It’s not like you tend to trip over your own feet or anything‍‍ :P”

You scrunch up your nose.

“Ugh that was one time!”, you reply. “I can’t believe you’re coming for me like this!”

“You said yourself that I’m not an angel. I’m still curious why you think that btw”.

You roll your eyes. You don’t believe for a second that he doesn’t know exactly how much he drives his fans crazy every time he’s on camera.

“Have you seen yourself dance?”

“The real question is, have YOU seen YOURself dance?”, he shoots back. The question confuses you, so you just type a few question marks and wait on him to elaborate.

“Are you serious? How did you get so lucky?” Min Ah still won’t let this go.

“I’ve been asking myself the same thing”, you tell her.

You fall into your bed and stare at your ceiling, shaking your head. The real question is, when will your luck run out? Because it always does eventually, and usually at the most inconvenient time.

Evening sneaks up on you and before you know it, you’re standing at the address Dino sent you, stepping from one foot to the other. You’re not sure you’re actually ready for this. Meeting Dino was one thing, but you’re afraid you might suffer a heart attack if you come face to face with all 13 of your favorite idols.

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand and rap against the door. One time, two times, three. Your heart is beating fast. You stick your hands into the front pocket of your second favorite hoodie and clench them into fists. If only you weren’t so nervous.

The door opens, and you look up, expecting Dino. It’s DK.

“Hey”, he says. “You’re y/n, right?”

You nod slowly, not quite trusting your voice. You follow him inside. Dino stands up when you enter the room. Dk disappears through one of the doors, leaving you alone with Dino.

“Hello”, you say, waving awkwardly. He walks over and raises his hand to your face, but hesitates before touching you.

“Hey”, he whispers.

“It looks worse than it is”, you try to reassure him. He doesn’t look convinced. Suddenly he turns around and gets your hoodie from the back of the couch.

You smile in thanks as you take it back. It smells like him. You look down and feel the soft fabric between your fingers, very aware of his eyes on you.

“You wore it”, you state, looking up, unspoken question in your eyes.

He blushes and scratches his head.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that. My stylist saw me with it and she wanted me to wear it”.

You nod and turn towards the door.

“It’s alright”, you say over your shoulder. “Thanks for giving it back”. It seems you’ll never run out of things to thank him for.

You’re already out of the door when he calls after you.

“Y/n wait!” You turn around again and raise your eyebrows. He’s given back your hoodie. What else could he possibly want?

He doesn’t speak, just looks at you with an expression on his face that you don’t understand. Whatever he wanted to say, he can’t seem to find the right words.

You turn around and walk away. But you can’t shake the feeling that he didn’t want you to leave. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he enjoyed having you around. You shake your head. The only reason he contacted you was because he had your hoodie. Now that you have it back, you need to move on. You can’t allow yourself to get lost in the illusion that someone like Dino could actually care about you.

#fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #dino #seventeen dino #seventeen dino fanfiction #seventeen fluff

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illegiblewords · 6 years ago

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GOBLINS, ORCS, AND OTHER “UGLY” FANTASY RACES

This has been at the back of my mind for a while. Disclaimer: This is my own personal opinion. No one is obligated to agree, and I actually would like to invite anyone who disagrees to reach out if there’s a point I misunderstood or missed outright. I can debate like no tomorrow but if a good case is presented to me I’m totally willing to accept the better argument.

Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of fans (especially in Critical Role fandom) pushing for ugly goblins. Like the title says, often the rules get applied to other “evil” races too, such as orcs. I think there might be two motives behind this, one being that people are trying to deny any existence or validity to beauty standards in real life by actively going in the opposite direction. This approach is reactionary as opposed to being motivated by inspiration. The other reason, I think, is because a lot of the people advocating “ugly goblins” or “ugly orcs” or any “ugly” fantasy group recognize that those races historically have been shown to be ugly and they want to maintain that visual even if those races have more sympathetic characters. It’s a way of not defining goodness by beauty. This is a valid point, but I personally think it misses the bigger picture that defining a stereotyped “evil” race specifically by human ugliness standards is kind of sketchy and unneeded to begin with.

In my experience, I also do not think any of the advocates of ugly fantasy races are embracing the tone or aesthetics of horror. Horror would differ from simply trying to make those races ugly because there’s room for horror to be evoked by those races being predatory, with our negative reaction coming from those visual cues. The reason I think people are not taking this approach is because frankly, often when sympathetic characters from “ugly fantasy races” are shown now it is in carefully defanged forms of ugliness. Soft edges, pastel hues, big eyes, exaggerated emoting. There is no contrast happening between a sincerely horrifying or frightening appearance and a kind personality. I think this is partly because people are afraid of the concept that anyone or anything can look horrific, or that a horrific appearance exists. Nevermind that the personality being a contradiction of that aesthetic would have a more powerful point and create more dramatic tension for the character. Also nevermind these are not real creatures.

Horror is not the only route though, and of course there is nothing wrong with pastels. But we should be thinking about how and why we get there.

IMO there is worth in aesthetics. Beauty standards are real, and so are ugly standards. Both vary depending on what culture they exist in, and to me the way beauty and ugly concepts shift between societies is fascinating. There is actual, structured reasoning behind these things. Environment has a TON to do with it. Among other stuff, beauty standards develop out of rare and sometimes even inconvenient features because inconvenience denotes luxury for the person who can afford such inconvenience without consequences. It’s part of why long, flowy fabrics, heels, and dresses get fashionable in western femininity. It’s why foot-binding was done in China even when people were trying desperately to end the practice. It’s why French men historically would wear finery and delicate white hose and crazy-ass wigs and makeup. You think those guys were going to run out and work a farm, looking like that?

I could go on about how the point of beauty standards is not to fit them perfectly, but to use them in order to evoke a specific tone successfully across a broad range of body types and people. But that would be a tangent from hell.

On goblins and orcs, I think it’s a mistake to design those races in a way that is reactionary, defining them by human concepts of ugliness. I don’t think these races should be depending on what humans think at all. Orcs as commonly described are known to have tusks and coarse hair, bigger bones, taller bodies, broad faces with frequently upturned noses. They should have their own standards of beauty and ugliness according to what what is rare and inconvenient for them.

Personally, I’m a big fan of orcs doing shit with tusk carving. Stuff like that would prob hurt like hell and leave the tusks far more fragile, which is risky if you are on the front lines. But say you’re a medic, or a magic-user, or any orc that perhaps shouldn’t be on the front lines. You get an intricately detailed aesthetic that proves you don’t need to worry about your tusks breaking. You can also have stuff like smaller, comparatively lighter frames being prized because if an orc is more delicate and still manages to be a fantastic fighter, that orc has to be a true badass. Long, well-kept hair is a potential risk in battle, and if it’s being formed into intricate styles the idea that it’s going to stay in place for that is ridiculous. But it shows the orc who has exciting hair does not have to worry about that being damaged. It’s already canon that scarring is a big part of orcish culture too, so ritual scarring (which could carry risk of blood loss and creates patches of skin that feel nothing) probably is a big part of things too. There’s a big difference between ritual and battle scars though, and DEFINITELY a big difference from scars obtained as a slave or victim of violence. So on, so forth.

With goblins, big ears probably developed to help them keep track of predators and prey both. They have sharp teeth and claws and from what I can tell often bigger eyes. These things developed specifically to help in both attack and defense. Goblins are also small, and they need to be fast and stealthy to avoid being endangered in battle. So out of all this, probably goblin beauty standards born from inconvenience would involve decorated nails, less prominent teeth, smaller ears, possibly more light-sensitive eyes. Red or pink irises like those that occur in albinism can also cause issues with vision such as needing glasses, so a red or pink eyed goblin doesn’t need to see as well as a goblin who’s constantly in danger. For goblins of high status that are considered especially beautiful, they probably wear jewelry that clinks and clatters like little bells or something and they probably have some kind of footwear or clothing that would slow them down in a fight.

Note, inconvenience is very different from medical hazard. People in general have something in our hind brains (so to speak) that recoils instinctively from illness because it could get us killed. It’s part of why people reacted so badly to lepers and part of why we get upset by zombies today. Not all ugly standards are defined by whether we read a body as “sick” on some level (like I said, predatory can count too) but I suspect that has a lot to do with it.

For both orcs and goblins, the ones seen on the front lines in the thick of battle can’t necessarily afford the extra time and inconvenience of trying to maintain beauty. But those orcs and goblins shouldn’t define their entire race, and frankly if some of those individuals were seen outside battle context they might take pains to try and get closer to their own respective beauty standards too.

There are a lot of ways this stuff can be interpreted, but I guess my main point is I don’t think we should be actively trying to make goblins, or orcs, or any fantasy race “ugly”. IMO they should be weird and kind of alien, but in a way that makes sense. Super subjective of course.

Again, feel free to let me know if you disagree or if I missed something! The goal here is not to put anyone down for their approach or interpretation. If anything, I really hope this encourages people to play with ideas and see what they can come up with! There’s so much cool possibility to be inspired by!

#dnd #critical role #d&d #goblins #dungeons and dragons #tagging because I seriously think this might be fun for folks #not intended as any kind of attack #my schtick is analyzing shit for a good time lol

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seenashblog · 6 years ago

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Nash Watches & Rates Cheesy Hallmark & Lifetime Winter Movies So You Don’t Have To

a.k.a. - Nash Records Her Viewings Of Hallmark & Lifetime Winter Movies, which are fanfic in visual form & are gold. And yes, it’s a apparently a legit sub-genre. Best I can tell, if it’s not Christmas or Valentines, and there’s snow, then it goes. Spoilers abound.)

Note: This adventure has been moved to here from my main blog @seenashwrite, so my SPN peeps can rest assured they’ll not be exposed to this any longer - I have a feeling I’ll not be done purging my soul for a while yet #bless my heart

As per last time during the Christmas round-ups, 4 and 5 stars mean the best of the lot, 3 stars means it’s not necessarily a waste of your time, 2 stars is up to your discretion, and 1 star means it is time you will never get back.

Winter's Dream (Kristy Hot Damn Swanson, Dean Mothafukkin' Cain - Hallmark)

With it packing this level of stardom, how can it go wrong? Understand that I can take or leave Dean Cain, but Kristy Swanson is the shit.

The official summary/another summary from somewhere:

When a former ski champion re-enters the competitive world after a 16-year-old downhill racer asks for help, she finds a new love and reawakens an old passion.

Former pro skier, Kat, is asked to coach a younger skier, named Anna, and finds love with the girl's widowed father, Ty.

These are both kinda garbage summaries - I mean, they're accurate, but it doesn't paint the whole picture. There's nothing really to spoil, and though it hits a couple things on a winter bingo (still forthcoming), they're more the Hallmark staples, such as the kid (in this case, a really great teen gal who's a good actress) who brings people together, and that the lodge/the resort is in danger of being lost, and somebody teaches somebody else how to skate, and that shit, but the bottom line is it's a fine watch. It's not spectacular, but it's not dipped in cheese, and there's some really pretty shots of the skiing (especially something they do at the end), plus kudos for the body doubles (the ones doing the actual skiing) were spot-on, and the teen actress did an impressive end-of-run stop at one point, you know it's her because she immediately whips off her mask.

Bottom line, this movie woulda been ass if not for Swanson and Cain, who didn't have greeeeat chemistry, though they made it work. In any event, the script was solid - like I say, not a great deal of cheese and any lines that were aren't sticking out to me because they were delivered so well - so I'm actually gonna rate this one decently high.

4/5 stars

Love on the Sidelines (this dude who's been in three movies I've seen so far, John Reardon, and some basic blonde chick who is vaguely familiar - Hallmark)

This isn’t technically a winter one, I don’t think, but it’s on, so it counts.

So they try to throw you from the get-go with "Is injured dude gonna be the love interest which is totally inappropriate since he's her boss and clearly got about 12 years on her and has made multiple patronizing comments to her, about how physically strong she is and about her classic car and about her abilities in general, or is it the other dude on the team who took an immediate interest in her and has thus far been polite and respectful and friendly and flirty?"

(By the way, main dude has cock-blocked his friend, but he has a model girlfriend [who is styled to be a stereotype from extensions to heels] and it's also shown he has no idea about stuff she likes/is into, such as her favorite flowers - but chick knew because she had 'em out for their romantic dinner. That's right, it's part of her assistant duties - and she's supposed to be helping him with activities of daily living stuff - is to prep his bone zones.)

If they make dude #2 turn out to be a douche and that main dude is somehow awesome underneath all his shit----- what am I saying, of course they are. The latter, that is. You know I'm right. Hundred percent.

People are like losing their chickens over this jersey she's tailored to be a "girl fit" - you know what I mean, it's not a box with sleeves, there's tailoring to it, so the sleeves aren't so ginormous and it's tapered on the sides. This jersey's been the topic of about three interactions thus far and we're only 40 minutes (so 30 mins airtime) in. They're all "Wow!" and "This is so creative!" and "My wife would love that, where'd you get it!" Y'all, google for this, that type of jersey, I mean. [pause] Nevermind, here:

I put in the mystical combo of "women's NFL football jersey".

THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY

Hey, and heh-heh.... quick bonus....

WHYENNE!!!! THAT BITCH IS EVERYWHERE

But hey, how else would we know that fashion design is her passion? Scriptin' be hard, yo. Speaking of her clothes skillz - "I think there's more to him," she says to BFF, whose wedding dress she's fitting. First, *eyeroll*. Second, if your friend is trying to watch a football game and learn the basics, don't let them fit you for your farging wedding at the same time. Which is what is happening.

There's twinkly magical music when his hand runs over hers when they're both searching under the couch, feeling around for his dropped cell phone.

*more eyeroll*

I do like the car, it's a red Mustang.... early 70s, maybe?.... but I can say I don't care for the shade of red, it's a little too cherry popsicle or hooker scarlet lipstick.

(My dream car is probs a Mustang muscle in black, but as far as zoom-zooms go, I tell ya, a friend of mine had a Porsche Boxster, and What. A. Ride., and he'd offered to teach me how to drive stick on it - not a euphemism, I swear, I was 16, my dad was his mentor, he's like the child my father never had - I'M A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT OKAY - so like my big brother, and anyhow, it was so beautiful I gasped at the very thought. But sweet babby jeebus, those suckers are smooth rides. None of this matters.)

Anyway, she keeps having trouble starting it, and I can tell by the sound it isn't the alternator, nor is it the battery, nor is it a belt, nor is she flooding the engine. I know fuck-all about cars as a general rule, but I know those sounds because I've experienced all of them. It has now gone to commercial, as he's just looked under the hood and announced after 3.8 seconds "Yup, I think I see your problem." He must have x-ray vision. I am on pins-and-needles, shivering with anticipation.

Back from commercial, he's shutting the hood and she's saying "Wow you did it!" and wiping grease from his face. He's got an absolutely wrecked calf/ankle/foot (and straight up, they've done a good job making it all seem legit, props to... well, props... and make-up), but you're telling me he was standing and bent over long enough to get all greasy, and he's supposed to be - most of the time - either sitting or standing with that bitch elevated. This was stupid. This was a stupid, wholly unnecessary scene. Oh except we find out - because it's visible in the back seat - that she's read his children's book.

That's right. He's written a children's book.

Dude's mom: "I think he's dating the wrong type of women". Subtle, screenwriters, subtle. Now he's sneaking and working out. I really hope they show his ankle buckling out at a wicked angle. I'm gross like that. Twinkly music plays as she waits for him in the locker room while he's in with the sports trainer because he shouldn't have been working out.

Forgot to mention there's an awesome dog, this really beautiful Dane, and of course it loves her and hates Stereotype, because reasons for him to go ga-ga. She's honestly not bad, I have zero issue with the actress, nor with this actor, they're actually both good, but between the music and this script, I'm fighting over what rating to give it. (Checks clock) Welp, the next 45 minutes should tell me. It's dragging ass, I'll tell you that, though.

Like, nothing's happened. Nothing. He has an injury, she's his new personal assistant. I can list traits they each have. I've seen groups of moments. I don't know what the story is. Is it just "they get closer and fall in lurve"? That's... not a story. That's a series of facts. People meet their partners/spouses via the workplace all the time. What's the plot? What's the conflict? The obstacles? The tension? The OOMPH, I'd call it, is missing. This is what kills me about most fanfic - they just tell me stuff, they aren't showing me a new perspective or a twist or a unique take or differing interpretation that's still supported by canon, or an inventive plot that or what-the-hell-ever. Dean and Whyenne were in the bunker and they researched and they cooked and they talked about Cas and Sam, and they argued about her going on a hunt, then they kissed, the end! That's not a story, that's a daydream. I've digressed.

Now he's texted her "the emergency code" while she's at her best friend's wedding, and turns out it's because he's cranky because his sister said he's got to learn how to not be the center of attention. And she - I am proud to say - lets. Him. Have. It. Part of what she says is - Can you do *anything* for yourself?! And he goes - This! And he kisses her, and it takes her off guard, but then they go for it, and I am actually happy for them.

Shit. I still hate that this isn't a story, but holy hell the difference when some conflict is introduced. Ahhhhhmazeballs. Conflict, however minor, is what shows us who these people we're watching/reading really are - and no, conflict does not mean angst, nor does it mean some sort of heart-breaking, can't-take-it-back fight, nor does it mean life-and-death, just divergent paths or opinions is all it takes. I've digressed again.

My interest is piqued because we have a half-hour to go, and typically this is how Hallmark blows their wad in the last fifteen.

[time passes]

Okay, a couple things turned out decent. Y'all will *love* what the best friend pulls at the end, and she and her hubby have been great throughout, but this one particular thing was clutch. And everybody had chemistry, family and friends and romance alike. It just can't help the lack of story, and I really detest the manner in which they made lead dude a jerk - there's other ways to do that besides going the lazy route, a.k.a. being sexist. It's not as bad as a two (a.k.a. - this is a matter of taste), because there's some objectively good stuff.... on the other hand, my lord is dragged. So I'm going with a three, because it's a toss-up as to whether you're gonna really like it, or think "Meh".

3/5 Stars

One Winter Weekend / One Winter Proposal (Taylor Cole, some other people - Hallmark)

So the former was in last year's winter line-up, the latter in this one. Taylor Cole played Sarah Blake on SPN. I see she's also on deck for some detective thing on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries.

And.... that's all I got to say about that.

I genuinely tried to watch these. They played them back-to-back, and speaking of backs, mine was acting up so I was laid out, and I thought - all right, this'll kill some time. And I fell asleep at 6 p.m., y'all. I took ibuprofen, I was not getting liquored up, I slept plenty the night before, and I fell the fuck to sleep. These movies are boring as fuck.

I saw no sparks, and there were two couples from which to divine said spark. The co-lead chick was incredibly annoying, she plays everything too perky, and it's really evident in scenes with her romantic interest, who is a good actor and came off completely naturally. Actually, he should've been the main-main male lead, I bet he'd have had great chemistry with Cole, who's a better actor than the dude they had her paired with, but I say all that to say, the script was... meh. The pacing of both movies was weird, and the conflicts that were in them (see above for discussion on what conflict in stories actually is) were nothingburgers. It was stupid. Don't waste your time, seriously.

1/5 stars

We interject for a non-review that needs to be mentioned. Oh, Lifetime. Holy shitsnacks.

Double Mommy (I... I don't know... people... - Lifetime)

This is the synopsis:

Ryan discovers his friend Bryce is the father of one of his girlfriend's twin babies and that he date raped her at a party over the summer. With college looming over Bryce's head, he will stop at nothing to make sure that he clears his name.

Because the guys' feelz are what's important, here.

The Birthday Wish (Jessy Schram, who only acts one way and that is coked-up squirrel with blonde barrel curls - Hallmark)

This is the official summary, and it should let you know how pleased I was to watch this:

On her birthday, a woman who desperately wants her boyfriend to propose to her wishes for the opportunity to see into the future, with surprising results.

'Cause I love seeing "desperate" and "woman" in the same sentence about my main character! This was precisely what you think based on the summary - though I will say Schram doesn't play it "desperate" so that was kind've a weird word for them to use - she somehow has these premonitions (it's never explained) and the boyfriend's a dick and she ends up with her co-worker who's a great guy. The end.

1/5 stars

Once Upon A Prince (Megan Park, who is familiar though I don't know how, and a quite charming British fellow who isn't really, he's actually from Canada by way of New York but sounds really damn convincing - Hallmark)

Also unsure this is “winter”, but it’s worth talking about. Seriously. Still, let's get the shite - and it's minor! - out of the way.

First complaint: they blew their wad in the title. Not that we don't get the scoop fairly quickly, but... welp, no we don't, the beans aren't spilled for a while - they *easily* could've skirted it, and they HAVE, it's very nicely and smoothly done, I mean, you can divine it but it's not plot anvil'd, his situation unfolds gradually across the first act, which is so refreshing. Whoever titled it was the screw-up. I'm looking at you, Hallmark execs. All their titles spoil.

Second complaint... despite the adept nature they handled main dude's backstory, there's a really bad clunker of an anvil in that first bit - we know exactly how he's gonna propose to her in the end because they shoe-horned in really abrupt and almost non-sequitur dialogue for her wherein she tells him her dream proposal not terribly long after meeting him. It was weird and awkward. I mean, the fuck. I get she was still rattled as her longtime boyfriend with whom she had both business and personal futures planned out breaking up with her in the prior scene(s), but shit. They do recover a bit by having our dude - and damn, I love him, I genuinely do - comment something to the effect of "Well oftentimes it's easier to tell a stranger things we can't tell the ones to whom we're close". My point is, they knew it was a dog of a line, but I thought of three options to get the topic out there over the course of them getting to know each other just while I’ve sat here typing this recap - hell, they revisit the damn location later, when they are friends vs. strangers! It was bad writing.

Third complaint... y'all know by now: I hate the fake made-up countries. And this one is (wait for it) Cambria. Google Cambria. Go ahead. I'll wait. [pause] Nevermind, I'll just tell you, and this isn't because I have some bizarre encyclopedic knowledge of the way-back-when in Jolly Ol', it's because - well - I'm a reformed dinosaur nerd, and that overlaps with having an understanding of geology, because fossils. There, I said it. There were charts and sketches and stuff of the various periods of dino development from National Geographics on bedroom walls. I had it bad. For the record, I loved the book Jurassic Park, and the first movie was great, and the rest are good for laughs. The last two are good for mocking. I probably would've been a paleontologist, except for when my Christian father, who at the time I thought was the smartest man in the world (and he is objectively intelligent in many ways) told me God put the dinosaurs in the earth, that there's no way the earth is as old as science proves. (I say proves, he said claims.) 'Cause, y'know, an almighty being is totes into pranks. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Funsies. I've digressed.

The quick-and-dirty is that the Cambrian is the geologic period that's from around 550 million years ago. (Okay this part I'll look up, because I'm so nerdy.... yup, I see it's 542-488 mil.) Anyhow, the dude that coined the name found the goods, the exemplars that proved this stage in earth history/backed up earth's age in Wales. And the area now known as Wales used to be called Cambria a way long time ago. Not millions time ago, of course. Trilobites and whatever can't speak... THAT WE KNOW OF. So I don't know if somebody was just like "Oh, that sounds like it could be a country" or somebody was being cute, thinking Cambria wasn't real, like it was something akin to Camelot, I've no idea. Who cares, it's stupid.

However.

Guys.... y'all.... my peeps.... um.... this'n is a keeper, so I'm not going to break it down and spoil it. It is very much worth watching, if you're into these types of movies, because it differs in a huge, very positive manner. Here's why this movie is above average for Hellmark: there's legitimate conflict (see above, re: what that means), and - most importantly - they are friends. They are buddies. They genuinely like each other. This isn't just about romantic love, this is about two people who care about what happens to each other. They care that the other person is living a life in which they are happy.

There's also some realism here, not because it's an identical situation (it is not, trust) but in the broad strokes, I think of the Prince Harry-Meghan Markle situation. Middleton is uppercrust Brit stock, if memory serves (I'm not looking it up) with some sort of pseudo-distant-whatever royal line connection. She was gold for William, she's a good option for a queen (I mean, I'm sure there's duchesses out there, but that ain't who Wills loved). Now, Markle? So far from what would be called uppercrust. So, so very far. And yeah, yeah, I get that it's not as big a deal since he's not direct but more adjacent in line to the throne, but c'mon. It was a big deal. And you know all the ways why, I won't go through them here. My dude broke about a bazillion years' worth of tradition, and good on him.

And at the end of the day, that's what this movie is about - making your own way, creating your own traditions, adapting the old traditions, having confidence to do the things you're good at, the things you believe you're meant to do, and doing them the way you think is best. Is this a deep movie? No, it's fucking Hallmark, haven't you been paying attention? You think they let us escape without a super-rushed, wrap-it-up-in-the-last-five-minutes ending? You know better. I'll tell you this, though - it may not be deep, but it ain't shallow. And it's the best royal movie we've had so far, despite the too much haste with information-giving in the beginning and with the title and, as you'll find out, a really bleh last line... and of course with him being king of Fossilville. (I'm not letting that go.)

You're going to love him, he's a doll and classy and darling the entire time. You're going to love her, she's self-assured and fun and mature and hard-working. And you're really going to love John the valet. We find ourselves at ratings time and, somewhat shockingly:

5/5 stars

Past entries below

Winter Castle (people you’ve never heard of - Hallmark)

Holy shit, cliché on parade and nobody can act?! Jack-friggin’-pot. Zero chemistry amongst anyone, from family to friendship to romance?! Hot damn.

So they’re all at this place for a destination wedding (a.k.a, Selfish And Life-Disrupting And Huge Expense For Guests Thing And Oh Here’s Our Registry Too, come at me brah), and everyone is staying in a hotel. HA! KIDDING! They’re all in this giant faux igloo, and by “faux” I mean there are these church-esque doors in what is, I guess, a specially-flown-in iceberg on land. Google tells me it’s an actual place.

Anyway, through the doors you’ll find hallways (that have people carved into them, not creepy at all) which are lined with rooms. Suites? I never saw a bathroom door, doesn’t damn matter, nobody poos in Hallmark’s world. Oh, also, for lighting, we have Target pillar candles, then everything’s backlit in ‘80s neon:

Are they shitting me?

But that’s beside the point. Point is, it may be pretty to look at but in execution, it’s stupid. No way people haven’t had to peace out and find a new joint to stay in because of near or actual hypothermia. Based on the warm, cozy, wood-floored, windowed, staircase-and-balcony-having rehearsal dinner area in a large building with stone wall exterior, this hotel actually has some, y'know, hotel to it. Lodge? Who cares, but I bring it up because of the standard precocious child who is there to bring everybody together whilst turning into a popsicle.

The poor kid is bundled within an inch of her life, dumb bunny-eared toboggan to puffy jacket, and is burrito’d in a sleeping bag, with a quilt on this bed that looks to be carved out of ice, as well, and I say “as well” because our leading lady is shown frequently perched on what looks to be a chair carved out of ice (fur puffy thing for ass protection) with her laptop on a table carved out of ice when she’s face-timing her Not Gay Male Best Friend in a bow-tie and sweater vest back home, and - bonus! - he doubles as The One Person Of Color. Now, if memory serves, legit igloos made by actual First Nation(s) folks (meaning both Canadian and American - specifically, Alaskan - and probs any groups that found themselves in the way-way-North in the way-back-when and had to come up with this genius or, you know, die) are actually pretty damn warm once the fire gets cranking. Not to say you don’t keep some fierce socks and gloves on, that’s plain smart, but enclosed space with heat is enclosed space with heat - just don’t lick the walls. That’s good advice, igloo or otherwise.

On that topic, via the article linked above, says one of the actresses:

“It’s like an igloo,” Mullen told the Standard. “The further you go into the hotel, it gets colder and colder. As you walk down the hallway into the different rooms, it’s just getting into your bones.” She said every time they called “Cut!,” everyone would put on jackets to warm up.

She’s incorrect - that’s not like an igloo. It’s too big, that’s why it doesn’t stay warm. I have *zero* desire to go to this place. That sounds like Dante’s Frosty The Snowman circle of hell. I digress.

I say all that to say, this movie is straight dumb because the script is basic bitch, they were leaning on the location and hard. It gets a star because they tried in the sense that they did use a unique setting, but the rest was neglected (the story and the casting). Everything else was so blaaaaaand, and the acting was so stilted and unnatural, and they cast the mother with someone who looks the exact same age as the lead gal/her sister (the bride), and then there’s this one chick character who was so pathetically desperate, and the leading man was such a pussy who wouldn’t make a fucking decision, and they had our leading lady be all *sniffle* and tolerating that shit AND SHE JUST MET HIM BY THE WAY, and I just…. ugh.

1/5 stars

Royal Matchmaker (Bethany Joy Lenz - Hallmark)

This isn’t an “official” Winter '19 jam, google tells me it’s from the '18 spring movies, but everybody’s bundled up, so I’m calling bullshit. It ain’t half-bad, despite the fact that it’s a “royal” one, who’d-a-thunk? There was one over Christmas that got a 4 (see link up top), and I never would’ve predicted it. But that was an oldie-goldie, this is now. This one has the traditional royal romance beats and, no shit, the sidekick is the same one from another “royal”, the absolutely horrid “Christmas At The Palace”, from Christmas ‘18. I cannot reiterate how bad that movie was - not ”My Christmas Love“ bad, but bad.

All right, so - she’s a matchmaker from NYC, which is at least a new take on what’s coming next - and you guessed it, a prince HAS to get married or some reason, even though it’s mentioned they are under a Parliamentary system and not a monarchy, but he still has to because it’s the 17th century, oh wait no it’s not. The king, who is from a random made-up locale (*sigh*) has hired her (and said partner) to find a suitable wife for his son, who’s presented as the typical eligible rich bachelor, and “presented as” is the key phrase. It’s one of the things I like about this plot, but it doesn’t outweigh the bleeeccchhh.

For one, it wears me out, the making-up of countries. It’s distracting. If you’re gonna do royalty, the right move is to have the royal not be a king/prince but make it a duke/duchess jam, refer to the locale vaguely as a duchy in England or Ireland or Scotland or Sweden or Norway or whatever Americans will fall for, 'cause as a rule, Americans aren’t typically hip to other countries’ jams. Hell, say someone is a prince/princess, but it’s more in inherited title only - that’s what the 4 from the Christmas list did right. Nobody called him “Prince Whatever”, he wasn’t presented as this hot commodity, it was a nothing burger, we didn’t even find out that he had the title til near the end of the movie. I’ve digressed, back to this flick.

I detest the royal garb they’ve got lead dude in at the conclusion, it looks like you or I waltzed into Party City and slapped down $30 and walked back to the set. It’s ill-tailored and in too-bright colors and is, again, something utterly distracting that could’ve been avoided, and same with the king’s, too-small jacket to too-long length of slacks. All the women, including our main gal, are in prom dresses straight off the rack from Sears and J.C. Penney’s. This is not praise. The men are all in identical rented tuxedos with clip bow-ties. Thanks, I hate it.

I mean, and I hate that there’s a ball at the end at all, but it goes hand-in-hand with the core premise, which is that they’re on a tight schedule - ol’ Bethany has 4 weeks. They, of course, fall in love with one another, and props to casting because these two look good together and have decent chemistry, but that could be because Lenz knocks these movies out of the park - this is the third… maybe the fourth… that I’ve seen with her - she elevates everything she’s in. When I mentioned her to a friend, I was told she also elevated some shitty TV show that I never watched, so perhaps you are already familiar with her.

Anyhow, once again there’s too much filler and the ending draaaaaaags and then BOOM it’s done in the last three minutes, which is standard for these movies (both Lifetime and Hallmark), I’d say, about 95% of the time. The story was good in that the prince wasn’t a typical playboy and he kept his philanthropic side a secret because he didn’t want press invading these small villages and whatever he was helping rebuild - he genuinely likes getting his hands dirty and he actually knows how to do shit, he fixes a radiator at a community center at one point. Eh. I dunno. It had such potential in the front half, then just shit the bed in the back half, so it was half of a waste of my time. But you may dig it. It’s far from the worst of Hallmark’s offerings but, again, I think it’s because of Lenz, she’s the only thing getting it up from a 1/5.

2/5 stars

Oh… oh mah… what the… we interrupt the winter fare for what looks like a rando that’s snuck in and christ on a cracker, no. No. No. NO. The summary:

A woman begins an online relationship with a famous photographer, not realizing that she is actually communicating with the man’s young son.

This caught my ear because as I was sitting here writing up the last movie, it came on, and I hear this woman’s voice, her typing (so it’s her voice in her mind), then a man’s voice (as she’s reading), and I looked up when the man’s voice started switching to a kid’s (boy’s) voice back and forth every sentence or so - and then I looked at that summary, and….

"Chance at Romance”, it’s called –> 0/5 stars, I don’t even need to watch it, what a stupid garbage fucking premise, and it’s gross, and I hope that shit kid gets punished, like as in, no computer til he’s old enough to own his own home and pay for his own internet, because scumbag kid. If he has the balls to pull this catfishing shitstorm on a fucking adult and gets away with it, what the fuck will he do to manipulate girls his own age? Gross. IT’S A GROSS PREMISE YOU GREETING CARD FUCKTARDS

Love On Ice (Andrew Walker, who’s in every fourth movie, and the lead chick’s familiar her name is Julie Berman - Hallmark)

Former pro skater, now teaching - don’t worry, it’s not the aforementioned “Christmas At The Palace”, despite the similar M.O. - and decides to go for one last run at regionals because the new coach in town who’s teaching the next big thing is like “You used to be the next big thing, why don’t you undo eight years of not training aggressively in, like, a couple weeks and compete against the girl I’ve been hired to make a winner, and I’ll coach you both, because I have a boner for you and your shitty blonde extensions! No, that’s not what he says, but that’s the deal, yo. The next-big-thing’s got an overbearing mother and, once his boner gets found out, here comes a new coach that used to be the former-next-big-thing’s coach, and she’s a horrible actress, she can’t play sneaky-evil to save her life. I liked the two leads, and they did a better job than the other ice skating scenes/movies with concealing the real skater actors, but overall this was as boring as watching paint dry, I just wanted it to be over.

1/5 stars

The Perfect Catch (Nikki DeLoach and… shock of all shocks, no not really… our old buddy, Andrew Walker - Hallmark)

I swear, I don’t know if Andrew Walker is on some mission from god, or being punished by him. I’m in the same boat, so I empathize. At least I’m not contracted. I can’t speak for him, but I remain happy for DHJ, that he’s escaped this purgatory, and is safe on the shore… at least, at present.

In any event, this one doesn’t seem like a "Winter official”, but there were jackets and no definite spring or fall standards (pastels or orange leaves), and it’s airing now, so here we are. It seems to be baseball season, so I know they mean for it to be spring, but they are wearing coat-coats, not it’s-still-kinda-chilly light jackets. I don’t fucking care, I watched it, so I’m reporting on it.

It ticks many boxes on the Winter Fanfic Bingo card (forthcoming), specifically the ones that are carryovers from Christmas and will be carried over to all the Hallmark/Lifetime movies regardless of time of year. Because being formulaic, when playing the long game, is cheap and efficient, and in the restaurant business, or products made on a factory line, or in healthcare standards, things of that ilk, you want streamlined coupled with the trieds-and-trues. In writing? Not-so-much. It’s lazy.

And speaking of restaurants, that’s the first box that got ticked - our leading lady owns a restaurant and, next box, it’s in danger of being lost. Other boxes include: our leading man is famous; he’s the character that comes back home, leaves/might leave, then changes mine/comes back, and it’s to stay!; adorable child who ideally will bring everyone together; a character’s parents are dead. Blah-blah. Blah-blah-blah. Blah-blaaaaah-blah-bleh. <—- that had more variety than this flick. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with this movie. It’s vanilla. It’s white bread. It’s mashed potatoes with no salt or a touch of sour cream mixed in, no loading with shredded sharp cheese and crumbled brown sugar-and-cracked-pepper bacon and the barest touch of chives. I’m hungry, shut up.

It doesn’t just get 1 star because it’s not bottom barrel - everyone’s competent in their acting, there’s nothing outlandishly stupid about the script, it’s not shellacked in Velveeta. I will say that they pull a little teensy, micro-twist with how they resolve his balancing a primo offer that in no way should he pass on career-wise fairly realistically. The very last scene is, of course, stupid and embarrassing.

2/5 stars

The next movie has palm trees, so officially not Winter. But oof…. it’s got Kelly Rutherford and Cameron Mathison, both of whom are ringers. Hmmm. Yeah, I still ain’t subjecting myself to more than needed for this adventure. Oh, and they continue to play the basic-basic-BAAAAASIC-boring “Hope At Christmas” on Hallmark Movies and Mysteries", if you’re interested. It is a mystery to me as to why they continue to do so. Anyhow, there’s apparently 3 or 4 more brand spanking new offerings from Hallmark for the next several weeks.

More to come. I’ll reblog this with every new entry added to the top, so you can always just keep this post URL bookmarked if you think you missed it. Send an ask if you want to be tagged.

#Nash Watches And Rates #Cheesy Winter Movies #so you don't have to #Cheesy Movie Talk

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hi!! i saw your thing about sending you ship requests, so here's mine! i'm 5' 4", korean, and i have shoulder-length dark hair. i wear circle glasses, and i have a terrible prescription. i love to read, listen to classical music, and i'm a foodie! i eat when i'm sad. i'm blunt and direct, along with rather reserved, and i have a hard time letting people get close to me. but, once i do, i love and care for them to no end!!!! i like to dress comfortably (ex. leggings and sweatshirt).

i’m so sorry i just read your rules for your ships and i sent in the description about the korean girl w circle glasses please forgive me … this is for haikyuu, i am infp-t, ravenclaw, and i am bisexual (i use she/her pronouns). i’m so sorry for not reading the rules before!!

Henlo okay so im sorry this was super late I have no excuse to give bcs I procrastinate so much anyways youre super cute yeet plz don’t apologise hahahahha I totes relate sad eat, angry eat, happy eat, depressed eat and stress eat yeet omG CLASSICAL MUSIC WATAFAK I IIIIIII REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE CHOPIN MY FAVE IS HIS NOCTURNE OP.9 NO.2 OR FANTAISIE IMPROMPTU (I know like theyre so different idk im super bipolar aahahah) WHOS YOUR FAVE !!!! l also like Mozart and some Vivaldi hahahaha dw I also wear prescription and its getting worse everyday yeet I should stop looking at screens

Ps we are super similar like im an INFJ

Anyways lets get to your ships

I SHIP YOU WITH Tooru Oikawa !!

You are reserved, shy, blunt, comfortable, open minded and prefer to trust your gut feeling; you’re also thirsty for knowledge and love to learn. Your ability to have an open mind will only lead you to pursue new interests and new genres. When you’re looking for a partner you would probably look for someone accepting or equally open-minded, and probably someone empathetic. I’m not sure bur your reserved personality may bring you lots of outgoing friends, and maybe when you’re looking for a partner, you’d be the listener in the relationship. You’d be great at giving empathetic advices, especially emotional ones since you know, you’d get a feeling of what and what not to say, which IMO is amazing. Looking at your description, you’d be the calm person in the relationship due to your reserved and caring nature, and so you’d probably prefer a louder partner?

Oikawa is flirty, childish, smug, intelligent, slightly ambitious and cunning. But at the same time, he doesn’t have much self-confidence and is quick to defend himself if he thinks he will get hurt. He’s also a very careless person, as Iwa-chan mentioned, he’d push himself to practice because of he felt as if he was inferior to tobio or ushiwaka. THEREFORE I ship you with him, both of you can form a very strong bond. Oikawa hates relying on people but if you successfully assure him that he can always come to you when he’s feeling under the weather, he would try to rely on you and thus, a supportive relationship is born!!!! I feel like due to your calm and empathetic nature, you can soothe poor Tooru, give him great advice when he’s pushing himself too hard/ feeling inferior. You’d be his ‘rock’ and stabilise him. You’d pull him out if he’s stressed out or overthinking, or even stop him from making childish or rash decisions that he will come to regret later. Of course, Oikawa is still stubborn to a degree, hence you will improve your reasoning skills, and he will eventually come to understand that it’s because you love and care for him and that’s why you’re stopping him from making regretful decisions. (To add on to this: you’re blunt but and you won’t sugar coat words, but Tooru needs to listen to the truth behind his actions, so your blunt and direct way of speaking would be very beneficial to him) You’re caring so you’d try to understand him and then help him out. You’d be am amazing listener.

ALSO Oikawa loves to talk about his day, and you’d probably love to listen to him talk, he loves cuddling and stroking your hair, he’s a big fan of PDA and he would always try to make time for you but volleyball, sadly is his priority. It would be great if you supported him wholeheartedly and encouraged him. Obviously, Oikawa loves to spoil and care for you!! He’s very observant and he knows how to utilise everyone’s skillset and talents, and obviously, he would keep a close eye on you and would probably suggest that you try new things/ comment on how he thinks you’re particularly good at something. He would also recommend that you try new things if he thinks you are suitable for it, for example, he may think you have great flexibility and will suggest you take up a sport that will improve your flexibility and also potentially become something you enjoy. He’s also great at encouraging you and will definitely eat with you when you’re sad, he would probably bring you to his favourite ramen place and say that he’s buying you food instead, hoping to see you smile uwu

Anyways Oikawa is also really smart (class 6!!!!!), both of you can study together and become the unbeatable smart couple (yeet), revision sessions include weird puns yall make up from the revision material, helping each other out with tricky questions or solving tricky questions together. Tooru is a fun partner and he would be amazing to be around. When you’re stressed out he’d suggest yall take a break and give you an amazing massage.

Things he likes:

1. Cuddling

2. You TALKING!!!

3. PDA PDA

4. Cute pecks

5. You coming to his games and cheering him on

6. Mutual trust

7. Meeting each other despite your hectic schedules (even for 5 minutes)

8. Meeting at least once a week

9. Spending time with you

10. Eating milk bread with you

(A/N: IDK WHY BUT I FEEL LIKE you and iwachan are probs siblings with very similar personalities yeet ???)

I also ship you with (under the cut)!!!

Issei Matsukawa

Matssun looks intimidating but he’s really just an idiot + funny person!! He would be a big tease, will initiate PDA but will get really bashful when you try to do it. Matssun is funny and will always pull pranks on you with Makki, and you could turn into a prankster yourself (heh) Although Matssun isn’t big fan of reading or classical music and it shows, maybe it’s good to date your polar opposite (he’d be a Gryffindor) he’s not loud but he can be if he wants. Occasionally you may find him being loud around you (he likes attention from his S/O) but you will grow to love that side of him! Matssun usually shows that he cares by joking around (he just wants you to smile) but he’s quite the observant one so he wouldn’t go too far with his jokes. He’s very clear about boundaries. Matssun is generally a very good natured and fun person to be around, he’s great at supporting people, he knows how to pull your confidence levels up, and will give amazing advice. He’s also amazing at encouragement (although he shows it in his own unique way). Plus, he’s also very good at dealing with blunt comments so he won’t be offended easily, would probably know how to talk back when you offer him a blunt statement. He’s also very keen on eating, he loves to eat, so he’s always down for some good food! At some point, he will probably attempt to cook for you, but yea I’ll leave that up to your imagination.

ALSO Matssun also appreciates the fact that you love to dress comfortably, so he wouldn’t need to worry about you not dressing warm and catching a cold during winter, he can be a worrywart at times, so he loves it when you dress comfortably ++ he loves your style!!!!! ALSO you’re quiet and reserved, Matssun is chill and laid back, so I would say it’s a pretty calm and laid back relationship!

Matssun would absolutely love it if you would attend his volleyball matches and support him, Oikawa has too many fangirls, he would love it if you waved at him = he would be super energised hahahaha

Yukie Shirofuku

Yukie is an amazing person tbh she’s super underrated, this queen can eat 4 onigiris at the same time yeet anyways, Yukie is a polite, mature and laid back person, she’s also great at studying and probably likes books?? Both of you can geek out together and discuss about different books ++ she also likes napping but like imagine this you reading while she naps next to you TUT so cute besides She would probably be interested in classical music if you introduced it to her, if you told her about your favourite pieces, she would add it to her usual playlist if it fits her mood uwu also she would also be down for concerts, and would defs love it if you asked her to go with you!!! ALSO YUKIE IS A BIG PHAT FOODIE. You would go on dates to different restaurants/ cafes to eat, pig out together and watch a movie, café hopping dates, its just too cute!!! She would also make cute lunch boxes for you when you’re sad because she loves you and wants you to be happy!!

Yukie is also a very supportive person (I mean she has to deal with bokuto’s emo mood) and would provide amazing encouragement!! I think she’d be okay with your bluntness, she’s not a sensitive person and knows how to react when you’re blunt with her!!!

Yachi Hitoka

- Awkward mess

- Teeny bit sensitive, but appreciates your bluntness bcs sometimes blunt is what she needs (like hinata haha)

- Super fun to be around, would draw you

- Artsy movie dates

- Café dates !!!

- Great listener, doesn’t really know what to say but will always give you a hug

- Supportive baby, loves to hold your hand when you’re alone

Thank you for your patience !! hope you like it !!!

#anon #haikyuu!!#ships #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu matchup

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realruney · 6 years ago

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Welp I finally did it, y’all. I wrote myself some Nagumo x Touko. It wasn’t as good as I was hoping it would be but aslkdfhasdkhff

Tagging who I think might be interested?: @calmystorm-saltycandy @theoriginalsfan124 @dragonesskunoichi @psychochangerx @producktions @lisonari

Nagumo was unfamiliar with the concept of a nice party. Now that he was attending one, he didn't really like them all that much. His suit was uncomfortable, everyone around him was too uptight, the room was too big, the food was too fancy, everything was too fancy-and most importantly, he didn't belong. None of them belonged. Not after what they did.

Endou seemed to think that they belonged, though, so once he figured out that the Prime Minister was going to be holding a party in honor of the defeat of the "aliens," the fool practically begged him to let all of the members of the former Aliea Academy attend. No, wait, he probably actually begged. Nagumo couldn't figure out why he had agreed.

Even now, he could feel the hostility some people in the room felt toward him. People fell silent when he walked by. Groups gave him suspicious eyes and talked in hushed whispers. He swore that some people even glared at him. In the end, he decided to station himself by the wall instead of awkwardly standing alone in the middle of the room, where the partygoers' animosity couldn't reach him as easily. Stupid jerks. Acting like they were all high and mighty, and that Aliea were a bunch of insects. They had no idea what they'd been though-what he'd been through. He really regretted coming to this stupid thing.

"So tell me. Why do you look so angry?"

Nagumo turned his glare from his empty punch cup to whoever had barged in on his sulking. His throat went dry when he saw who he was glaring at, though.

"Zaizen?" he replied, gawking slightly. Why was she talking to him, of all people?

She stood before him, a playful smile on her face. Wearing an elegant dress, her fluffy hair pinned up, makeup covering her face. It didn't suit her at all, he thought. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Touko?"

"You've only told me that, like, twice," he deadpanned.

"Still more than once."

She was right, he grudgingly admitted. "What are you doing hanging out at the wall of shame?"

She laughed. "Well...I never do well with these sorts of things." She gestured to the party going on in front of them. "They're too fancy."

"I can understand that," he grumbled, glaring at Hiroto, who seemed to be right at home. No fair, stupid jerk. How dare he fit in so easily?

"Where are the rest?"

"Huh?" Nagumo blinked. What did she mean by that?

"You know...all your teammates. Where are they?"

He frowned. "Only the captains came. None of us really wanted to come, but father was going to make everyone go. We compromised." The frown turned to a scowl.

She hummed next to him. Why was she still here? Not that he minded...wait, what? "Why didn't you guys want to come? You know, besides the fact that fancy parties suck."

This time it was him who laughed. He turned to look at her; she looked back with expectant eyes. Should he tell her? It was so different for him to think like this. What if she laughed at him? No, no, this was Touko; she wouldn't laugh. Maybe it would be good to get it off his chest. That's what he told himself, anyway. He swallowed. "Well...you know...we don't...we really shouldn't be here in the first place. We...we don't deserve it. Not after all we've done."

"Nagumo...everyone does things they're not proud of. You just have to move past them."

He looked over at her in surprise. Her eyes were soft. "Uh...t-thanks..."

"No prob." She smiled at him. It was different from her usual grin that she sports when playing soccer. It wasn't bad.

An awkward silence enveloped them. Nagumo nervously went to drink out of his cup, but remembered it was empty. Curses. After a minute or two, he glanced over at Touko. Her eyes were pointed somewhere in the crowd. Confused, he followed them. He found Endou, talking excitedly with someone else, his arms flailing around wildly. He looked back at Touko and his heart tightened.

"You know..." she started, speaking more to herself than to Nagumo, eyes glued to Endou the whole time, "...if this were some crappy romance movie, this would be the part where a guy would come and tell me how beautiful I am all of the sudden, all dressed up." She frowned.

Nagumo snorted. "Don't be stupid." She turned to look at him in surprise. "All that stuff doesn't suit you at all. You're beautiful already, without all that junk."

He realized what he'd said too late. As he looked at Touko's shocked expression, his own face began to turn a shade strikingly similar to that of his hair. He messed up, he messed up, he messed up-

"Uh. Some...stuff...happened. I have to go." He turned around with inhuman speed and made a beeline in the other direction-but not before he saw her face turn bright red.

He...he actually said that. Crap, now what?! He probably creeped her out; he barely knew her! Yes, maybe her personality was interesting...and she was a skilled soccer player...and she was prettier than she realized...and the first time she talked to him way back when he was trying to trick Raimon, he almost clammed up-crap.

He never should have come to this stupid party.

#inazuma eleven #rune writes #fic #kinda angsty at parts but not really?#meh #nagumo haruya #zaizen touko #nagumo x touko #nagutouko #post aliea arc #unrequited crush #or is it?!#mwahaha

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amusims3 · 7 years ago

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Replies & Thanks

this gonna be a long oen i think, been awhile.

firstly to friends who like & put nice comments on my wips and ccs!!! i love you guys~ @simsophoniques, @shaysugar, @trembling-hands, @fyachii, @enchantedunicornhideout, @simnovels, @thesimperiuscurse, @kyimu, @my-simension, @ktarsims, @wannabecatwriter, @itheaxel, @rosiesimming, @nekoi-sims there are probs more but i went back as far as I could! Thank you guys always <33333333333

CC sharing post:

smellslikepixeldolls: unfortunatly ppl stealing from everywhere :(

Ickkk idk why even it is free stuff!!

rosiesimming: I don't think going anywhere else will limit the possibility of people stealing. If they can download it, they'll claim it if they don't care. It's a shame, but it's the internet. :(

I guess I just had too high expections of people to be decent! It really is a shame to me

enchantedunicornhideout: Yeah people will keep stealing, so either you decide to not care about idiots like that, or you stop creating. It's just a shame it has to be like this, but there will always be idiots in the world, so try to not let them get to you.

I don’t think I would stop creating over it, I make my cc for myself mostly lol. I just wish there was easier or smaller way to share and have rude people just stay out of it haha.

ktarsims: I think that's basically a universal experience on the internet. Not just confined to tumblr, or to the sims community. The internet brings us all closer together in a way, because it allows communication that wouldn't be possible otherwise. Unfortunately, there's no way to prevent the idiots from having access. The only way I can really think of would be to have a private forum or discord or something, and only share/show the content there and never display it publicly.

That might be a good idea thank you! I just wouldn’t want to seem like I am inconveniencing the nice people for them to access my cc by having to have different accounts discord/etc. Because most people ARE nice. And turning off anon silenced the rude ones for now anyway! It’s just the people who silently download then monetize my cc with crap ads that get to me most.

nekoi-sims: Gotta agree with Ktarsims here. A private discord or smth would be best?

I will consider it! I have two finished dresses I am using that I wanted to share but now I’m not sure if I even want to bother on tumblr since the thiefs shop here lol

Turning off anon asks post:

simsophoniques: Best decision ever done you won't regret it

When I turned it back on I thought it would be good for shy ppl... Nope just people asking the same question over and over and telling me how I am doing things “wrong” etc. Much happy that I turned it off, you are right!!

Anon ask about dress post:

rosiesimming: She did warn us that it was temporary. She tells us all the time what will only be available for a short time and it's her choice as a creator. Seriously, she doesn't even have to make stuff for us at all. She doesn't have to share, so be grateful for what we do get. CC creators get way too much shit from people that don't even know how to make things themselves. Just...be fucking grateful. >.>

Thank you, I was wondering if my post was just very hard to understand or something since I suck at typing!!

kyimu: There were warnings and even if not, she doesn't have to warn everybody about things she's doing on her blog. She has so many beautiful creations, doesn't use adfly and so on. Just as @rosiesimming said - be grateful. If you don't want to miss something again, become one of her followers, she deserves it anyway.

Yes the best way to catch the limited downloads is to follow! All the other cc are free and open at all times. But occasionally I like to do special things for the followers who actually support me! And I have met soo many nice people from that first limited dress I made (like you)!! Also I have said before I don’t mind sending the limited downloads out to friends later on! still they just whine on anon or straight up ask, not even a “hi” sometimes LOL that’s not FRIENDS!

itheaxel: And amu always leaves them on for days before taking it down. ^_^ I think you're being reasonable. <3

I’m happy it works easily for you! That was my intention xoxo

thesimperiuscurse: Oh dear. That sounds a bit entitled, nonny. Amu is kind enough to share her wonderful cc, and that should be more than enough. And in the end, it's only one dress for a computer game! There are many, many other dresses you can download :3

Thank you :) this is my feeling too. That anon also sent 4 more messages explaining what I should do instead in their opinion, but apologizing.. but it was still saying i should change how i release cc. so.... i guess it’s not just one dress to her lol

ktarsims: All I can say, Nonny... is that because you aren't on Tumblr yourself, you seem to be unfamiliar with the way things work here. Lots of simblr's make things. Many, if not most, make at least some things that are time-limited. The rule of thumb here is that if you want something, you should download it immediately. You don't have to install and use it immediately, but download it right away, because later it might be gone. There's also no point to trying to make the cc creators feel bad. It's their own creation, and each of them does as they see fit with their own creations. They share, or do not share, as they're so inclined. Sometimes whole blogs disappear overnight because someone decides they don't want to be here anymore. Be grateful for what you get, and know that if you missed out on something due to delaying to download it, you've only yourself to blame. Go look for something else.

I know about those dispearing blogs... when I first got back into Sims 3 after uninstall....... so much cc was just gone or hard to find. or adfly 1 2 3 just to get to nothing xD I just moved on and found other peoples great cc that was available. I probably wouldn’t do that lol I don’t see the benefit of deleting my open downloads when so many people already have it anyway.

Other thanks

Thank you to those who include me in those memes things tags. I will do them eventally, was jsut away from my desktop and mobile is too hard to make those post for me.

I am also a bit behind on checking out all of your latest posts because tumblr mobile app is torture to me xD

and finally Thank you kyimuuuuu !! I can’t wait to play cats&dogs soon and have my kitties in sims 4 too. My next lace dress cc will be for you ❤ ❤

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out-of-this-starless-world · 7 years ago

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Happy Birthday!!

@the-rain-shall-fall So...uh...I tried this fic thing that you’re good at. Keyword here is ‘’tried’’. Anyway, I know this is your jam so I thought ‘why not?’ It’s my first time writing a fic thingie so I’m sure there are a lot of mistakes....but anyway happy birthday to the best Vandy ever!! > . < haven’t known you for very long but you make my heart go doki dok//ok nu that was gay but seriously I love you soooooooooooo much I hope you have a super duper special day with all your loved ones <3 alsosorrythissuckssoyoumightwannaneedneweyesafterreading. Edit: Probs should speak about what this is about first? Inspired by a friend’s suggestion, I decided to write something about Seven’s unrequited love for Yoosung. Longing for him was out of the question so Seven tries to cope with it. Well das about it~ ------------------------------------ Ship: yooseven Setting: pre-original story ------------------------------------

Sweet Caramel

It was like a ball of sunshine forcefully made its way into the grimmest, most hopeless and darkest of caves. The obscure cavern’s entrance was sealed by an immense sturdy wall that protected it from curious nearby onlookers. If they wanted to trespass, they would be forced to remain behind the wall. If they tried to break it down, the cavern itself would sometimes fight back. Soon enough, the curious onlookers would leave. No matter how many times they tried to bring down this wall, they would eventually give up—until he came along. His bright smile and innocent eyes managed to cause a crack in that solid wall, it slowly and gradually crumbling without the cavern’s knowledge. It didn’t know what it was like, losing its only powerful barrier that protected it from every single living thing. Now it lays bare, naked and vulnerable in front of a powerful shimmering person. Worst part? The glowing entity was not even aware of what it did—it wasn’t even trying to break down anything; the barrier just naturally melted, along with a certain hacker’s heart. He remembers it just like it was yesterday. Due to Rika needing some help with the party, she borrowed her cousin who was a high school student about to graduate. His name…Yoosung Kim. Seven was asked to add him into RFA and so he did. At first, he didn’t think much of him in the chatroom. He knows Yoosung to be this model student who was in the student committee—a serious person who obviously liked his cousin a bit too clearly. Seven started getting to know him soon enough, before Rika’s sudden death. The kid was innocent, honest, gullible, straight-forward with his actions and words, doesn’t mess around….the exact opposite of him. Yoosung was void of faults; he’s just a harmless boy who doesn’t know what to do in college and loves making coffee. His specialty is cooking omelets, his heart dedicated to a future girlfriend he hasn't met yet, but is frantically looking for that certain special someone. Seven thought that probably –just probably- this kind of person wouldn't mind accepting someone like him, a harmful hacker, so he pushed those thoughts out of the way and focused on his daily work, avoiding a cheerful entity like Yoosung before the two of them end up regretting it. It was harder than anything else. After Rika became no longer part of this world, Yoosung changed a little—from his hair to his grades. No, he also became much…sweeter, though he was always grieving for the loss of an important person, spending most of his time on a game, unable to sleep and study. The blond’s heart hoped for a miracle, and Seven watched him from afar, wishing nothing more than being allowed to be by his side—not as a lover, but at least as a friend. Being friends with a hacker…a dangerous hacker living in obscurity, away from the light of the outer world. However, Yoosung’s light could be compared to that of an entire world’s worth, something that the lonely hacker unfortunately found out on his own, just by chatting with the boy on the messenger that he himself created. Day by day, the redhead began developing a habit of teasing the little blond; the more he pranked him, the more Yoosung would pout and cry. It was a stress-relief at first, but recently Seven has been looking forward to his reactions every time, finding them ‘cute’. It was dangerous. The hacker would sometimes find himself daydreaming, thinking of ways to tease this little blond boy. His innocent friend’s reactions to the pranks, his ‘angry’ pouting, the way he got so addicted to this game he plays simply to forget about the death of someone he admires. All of this—thinking about Yoosung was more than enough to earn the hacker a verbal beating from his handler, Vanderwood. It happened one time when Seven was way behind work, but still decided to log into the messenger at midnight, hoping Yoosung would be there to chat as this usual time. Indeed, he was there, complaining about LOLOL server maintenance and how he was looking forward to playing in an important event while spamming his crying emojis. Seven chuckled slightly, so Vanderwood wouldn’t hear him laugh. ‘So cute’, he thought as he decided to simply watch the younger man complain instead of signing in and teasing him. Maybe he should comfort him once in a while? No, that’d be out of character…besides, Yoosung is the cutest when pouting and calling ‘Seveeeeeeeen’ and spamming crying and depressed emojis. Just the thought made the hacker’s smile go wide…which Vanderwood noticed. ‘’Wipe that smile off your face and get those hands moving.’’ As the brunet ordered, Seven sighed and placed the phone he used for the messenger aside, his hands typing away until morning without as much of a break. About a month passed. Nothing changed much; Jaehee still overworking herself, Jumin still coming up with (awesome) cat projects that Seven would love to be a part of but is afraid of Jaehee’s angry emoji sticker, Zen getting new roles and learning new selfie angles and Yoosung’s usual awful grades in college which he always complains about but never does anything about it (which is also cute). Nothing changed much, except Seven’s agonizing and confusing feelings for the blond boy with awful grades. Now what was he supposed to do? He’s like a moth that got attracted to a certain bright light, fluttering around it until it gets burned from too much exposure. The world this hacker lived in was no healthy environment for an innocent and gullible young boy like Yoosung. Seven knew that, and yet, in a desperate attempt to redeem himself, he did the exact opposite of what he should be doing and sought Yoosung out. ‘’You asked him out to the movies?!’’ The angry brunet’s voice reverberated in the bunker. ‘’When you’re already way behind schedule, what’s wrong with you? You have a death wish?’’ Seven shifted in his seat, pulling up his knees into the chair and hugged them. ‘’Give me a break, Madam…I didn’t mean to…’’ Oddly enough, this time, Seven was actually telling the truth. The night before he sent the young boy a text message asking him to go out and watch a movie, Seven was extremely…intoxicated—or drowning in PhD Pepper hell. It was the night when the hacker decided to exclude Yoosung out of his life in order not to hurt the both of them, but at the end, he ended up doing the opposite while trying to cope with the unfairness of this situation. ‘’Then fucking fix it. There’s no time for you to mess around.’’ Vanderwood ignored the redhead’s attempts at arguing and went back to folding the laundry. ‘’How many red shirts and jackets do you need, anyway? They all look the same. Also, lay off the racing car underwear, you’re not 12 years old.’’ Seven was drifting closer to the bunker’s exit as quietly and slowly as he could. ‘’My heart is that of a 12 year old, Mary. The only way to live a good life is to be a child, Mary. You wouldn’t understand anyway, Mary. You’re so stuck-up, Mary.’’ Before Vanderwood could throw a hissy fit at him, Seven already flew out of the bunker, heading to the garage where he swiped the keys from the car plate and hopped on his ‘babe’ then made his way to where Yoosung lived. ‘’Vanderwood wouldn’t have so much energy as to chase me all the way here, right? He doesn’t care as long as I finish my work, after all. Saaaaaafe.’’ Soon enough, the hacker found himself in front of Yoosung’s apartment, wondering if the boy would be ready and waiting for him. ‘’As if…he didn’t reply to the text…if not, then that’s the best case scenario.’’ Not knowing whether to knock or just barge in—wait, he should really just knock or else Yoosung would scream his name, pout and maybe cry-- ‘’Yoosung, are! you! ready?’’ The hacker hummed as he picked the locks of the door’s keyhole before barging into the boy’s apartment, revealing a Yoosung with a shirt and….no pants. ‘’Wha--!! Seven!!’’ Ah, there it is, that angry name calling. Perfect. Those fair legs. Perfect. That messy hair. Perfect. Those huge purple orbs with a glint of tears swelling up in the corner of his eyes….perfect. ‘’Go away!! I’m putting my pants on!’’ The perverted hacker blushed, but didn’t turn around to give him privacy. ‘’Does it matter? We’re both dudes~ nice legs, by the way.’’ Seven laughed as Yoosung got flustered and threw a pillow at him, calling his name angrily over and over again. ‘’My fault for being lazy and not getting dressed up in my room…wait, this isn’t my fault. Why did you come in without permission? I’m calling the cops, the cops!!’’ Seven smirked, still trying to look away from the boy’s half-naked body. ‘’….Superman underwear? Really? Ah, I mean, I called for you (lies) but you didn’t answer! So I thought…that….you’d….be….by now…’’ The redhead dramatically fell to the floor and started fake sobbing. ‘’As always I don’t get what you’re saying…you’re even weirder in person. You’re tame during the parties…but what are you doing now? Oh…?’’ It took the boy a while to register Seven’s comment about his underwear, which made him blush profusely. ‘’You…! Yeah, so what, so what??’’ He pouted and retrieved the pants from Seven’s hands who was clutching at it for some reason and put it on, then turned his attention back to the hacker on the floor. ‘’You’re here for the movies right? I thought you were joking when you asked me to hang out…why all of a sudden?’’ Seven got up and spoke in a serious tone, gazing into Yoosung’s amethyst eyes. ‘’To be honest, I was drunk on PhD Pepper. Before I knew it, my hands started typing you a text message! This could only mean one thing, Yoosung!!’’ ‘’You should quit drinking so much PhD Pepper?’’ ‘’Yes it means my subconscious wanted to hang out with you, Yoosung! There’s no other meaning…it could also be an order from the sky. I can feel it; just thinking about it makes the hair on my arms perk up!! Ahh! Yoosung, you shouldn’t refuse an order from the sky!!’’ ‘’You speak too much, Seven…and what happens if I do?’’ ‘’You’ll anger the gods and then you’ll never get a girlfriend.’’ ‘’What?!’’ ‘’It’s true. The gods shall take away your greatest wish!’’ Yoosung started visibly sweating. Not wanting to stay a forever alone, he decided to sacrifice himself and go out with this weird redhead who was giggling for some reason. The boy frowned but then sighed and picked up his phone, sliding it in his pocket. ‘’Alright alright, let’s go…but I get to choose what we watch!’’ ‘’Nah, we’re watching Interstellar.’’ ‘’Seveeeen!’’ ‘’Fine, you choose.’’ Seven had been grinning all the way to the movies, disregarding Yoosung’s attempts at finding out why he’s got such a stupid look on his face. The both of them took a cab instead of riding Seven’s car so it was left parked somewhere near Yoosung’s apartment. ‘’We’re here, we’re here!’’, exclaimed the overly-excited hacker, who was looking forward to sneaking a few long stares at Yoosung’s face without his knowledge while the blond was focusing on the movie. ‘’What are you getting so excited about…oh! Look!’’ Yoosung glued himself to a poster of the movie he decided they would be watching. It had cartoonish animation, and according to the visuals, it seemed to be a superhero theme. Seven sighed and dragged Yoosung by his hoodie to the snacks stand. ‘’Get us two caramel popcorns, 1 PhD Pepper and 1 carton of chocolate milk. Thanks in advance.’’ He handed him money and pushed him towards the stand then headed to buy two tickets of the weird-looking superhero cartoonish movie. ‘’Who’s gonna buy choco milk?! Seven, you meanie!!’’ Yoosung’s whining was music to the hacker’s ears, who heard him from afar. He chuckled aloud, startling the lady in front of him. After a while, they were both finally seated and were waiting for the movie to start. ‘’Why did you get us the farthest seats from the screen ever…..’’ Yoosung whined. ‘’So no one would see us.’’ ‘’…and why is that? What’ll happen if someone sees us??’’ ‘’Bad things. Remember there’s this organization called Hackers Chasing Hackers…they’re after me, and if they see you with me, they might hold you captive and feed you cafeteria food for 3 meals a day.’’ ‘’What?? Seven!!’’ The commercials were done with and the movie started, grabbing away the blond’s attention from the redhead sitting next to him. ‘’….but then why did you choose to get out…with me of all people….you’re so mean…’’ Yoosung slight kept his whining when the show started, his focus on the street. ‘’Because I like you.’’ He whispered. ‘’What, Seven?’’ ‘’Because I like seeing you complaining.’’ He raised his voice a bit higher. ‘’I knew it, you’re the woooorst…’’ Half an hour in, and Seven couldn’t keep his eyes off of Yoosung. Sometimes the boy would notice eyes on him and turn around, finding nothing then turning his attention back to the movie, giggling at the main character. Seven slowly scooted closer; he wanted to hold his hand, kiss his cheek, kiss those whiny lips, run his tongue over them, make the little blond blush and shiver under him while in public. The hacker sighs; he didn’t even know what the hell this movie was about, he was busy focusing on something else—something beautiful, natural and blinding…like the sun itself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ‘’That was amazing! Did you see that kick? It went Paw Pow Bow!!’’ ‘’Yeah, yeah. It was beautiful’’, the hacker exclaimed while smiling at him. ‘’What’re you smiling for?~ anyway, can we go home? I’ve got to…um…study.’’ Seven smirked and pinched the other man’s nose. ‘’Right…then we’ll take separate cabs. Good luck conquering the world of LOLOL.’’ ‘’S-Shut up, I said I’ll study…’’ he mumbles, watching Seven calling a cab for him. ‘’There you go, be safe getting home. I’ll be going now, too~’’ He turns away and waves from behind before hearing the voice he loves so much call back at him. ‘’Seven!..I…had fun today! You’re not as weird as I thought!’’ The boy yelled at him, smiling brightly. Fuck. He wanted to hold him and kiss him in front of all these people passing by, in front of the driver who was still waiting, in front of the whole world to claim him as his own…Maybe he should. Then, when Yoosung rejects him, the hacker can finally move on and focus on what he needs to. With such a decision made on impulse, Seven quietly turned around and walked towards the boy. ‘’Yeah, I had fun too.’’ Yoosung smiled brightly at him. ‘’We should do this again sometime! …could watch your uh…Space movie thing next!’’ Is he trying to make it up to him? How cute. Seven reached for Yoosung’s hands and held them tight to his chest, which gave the boy a confused look on his face. ‘’Uh….Seven…?’’ With a weak smile, Seven leaned forward and brushed his lips over Yoosung’s, and like a man with nothing more to lose, he pressed their lips together, deepening it enough to taste all of Yoosung. His lips were soft and supple, tasting like sweet caramel, a perfect combination, the sweetest thing Seven has ever tasted so far. ‘’Yoosung…’’ The hacker pulled away only slightly enough to moan the boy’s name. His eyes unfocused and full of love, there was only one thing left to do. ‘’I like you, Yoosung…’’ He whispered with all his heart. Seven pushed their lips together once again, lost in the desperation of what’s to come, not wanting to think about the consequences. He could do that once in a while, could he? Though this time, this could be the second hardest decision he made—voluntarily making Yoosung hate him and avoid the living lights of him. ‘’Wha—what are you doing?!’’ Seven was pushed, their lips separated. The warmth is gone, the sweet taste still lingering on the hacker’s twisted lips. He hung his head low, unable to look at the man he loves so dearly…and who just rejected him. ‘’…..’’ Yoosung said nothing, but Seven could hear him sniffling for a while before getting inside the cab, it driving away. The hacker stared at the back of the car for a while, disregarding the curious looks of the people around him. ‘’It’s over…I can go back to my work now…Vanderwood will be relieved…’’ He wanted to break down here and then, but pulled himself together and went back home. He’ll have time to cry and scream all he wants inside his bunker without anyone interrupting him, after all. He had…no one. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 5 months have passed. At first, Yoosung’s absence from the messenger worried all the other members. Even V, who hardly logged in, noticed the blond’s inactivity and voiced his concern. Then the members decided to visit him if he didn’t pick up their calls, but every time they came over, Yoosung would act like nothing happened and serve them tea, saying that he’s been too busy playing LOLOL to really check in. In truth, the blond’s LOLOL hours were extended from usual; he spent much more time on it, sometimes skipping a few days of school in a row. Seven believed this was done in order to avoid ever running into him. It took about a month until Yoosung began logging in like normal again, and as Seven predicted, the blond so obviously avoided him in chat, making up a random excuse and logging out almost instantly when Seven was on. The hacker, on the other hand, took a couple of days off before he could log onto the messenger again, in order not to raise suspicion. He also kept joking around as usual, even when Yoosung logs in and later excuses himself. Having no interaction for almost half a year, Seven felt himself slowly tear up from the inside. His ‘plan’ didn’t quite work; he still held strong feelings for the younger man, feelings that were eating him up and making his life a living hell. When did he become this weak? Was there anything he couldn’t overcome ever since having no choice but to leave what he loved most behind him? Seven somehow knew why…he could still taste the younger man’s sweet caramel lips on his…no matter how many times he tries to get rid of it. ‘’How long are you gonna keep sulking for?’’ Vanderwood uttered, standing behind the hacker as the latter worked his magic and typed away. For a while, nothing could be heard but clicking sounds in the bunker. The brunet sighed when Seven didn’t answer him; he didn’t know what happened between him and the blond boy, but he could guess. All he needed to know was that Seven messed up, anyway. ‘’Answer me when I’m talking to you, agent Seven Zero Seven.’’ ‘’You’re especially grumpy today, Madam.’’ Seven answered in a monotone voice, still not looking away from the screen. ‘’No, you’re being a real pain in the ass, you know that?’’ ‘’What of it?’’ Seven turned his chair around to look at the brunet. ‘’I’ve done nothing but work for 5 months, is that a problem? My attitude is not getting in the way of my duties.’’ Vanderwood groaned and sighed again; Seven right now reminded him very clearly of how the hacker was before receiving a certain letter that contained god-knows-what that made Seven lighten up drastically. Back then, Seven never smiled and only did his job, was secluded from everyone else and never slept, nor joked nor pulled pranks. Is he going back to that time…? ‘’Well, whatever…’’ Vanderwood rubbed the back of his neck and clicked his tongue before leaving the bunker. To tell the truth, he’s been resting a lot more now that Seven is doing his job properly…but still, something felt off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few weeks passed, and Seven’s appearance in the chatroom diminished greatly. He tried as best as he could to be like how he used to be before, but even that is proving to be difficult as the younger boy kept avoiding him. Of course he would…first, he was asked out by someone he barely knew, then kissed and confessed to by that someone… ‘’That…must have been his first kiss, too.’’ Seven thought, disgusted with himself for feeling both guilty and glad. How much lower can he get? ‘’He’s…here.’’ Seven sighed and threw his phone elsewhere. He had decided to check out the messenger, hoping to crack a joke then get back to work but…Yoosung was there. Should he try to…? In any case, the boy must have left already. A minute later, the hacker checked his phone…but to his surprise, Yoosung didn’t leave but was instead asking why he wasn’t answering him…along with a crying emoji. Seven’s heart was beating fast and his fingers shaking tremendously; when was the last time they had an ounce of contact with each other? ‘’Yoosung…’’ <Seven O Seven is here! Did someone call for help??> <This handsome defender of justice is~ at~ your~ service!!~> His shaky hands stopped typing, hoping this was enough…what, or rather, how should he deal with this? As soon as he thought that, Yoosung left the chatroom. Seven fell to his knees, feeling weak. Did he make a mistake…was Yoosung not looking for him but someone else? His eyes weren’t showing him what his heart wanted, were they? A few minutes passed and then Seven heard his phone ring. He thought it was his boss calling him in for another load of work but his eyes widened as he saw the name on the screen. ‘’Yoosung….?’’ No way, did the boy press the wrong button? If he didn’t, then that means Seven will have a chance to hear that voice again…the voice that calls out his name ever so soothingly…He took a deep breath to calm himself before picking out his phone and pressing the green button, hoping the younger boy won’t hang up. To be honest, simply hearing his voice would do. It’d make his life less of a living hell for a while. He was looking forward to even hearing his breathing through the phone, just the fact that are in contact with one another is fine, anything is fine…Didn’t the hacker want to be avoided…? Isn’t that why he messed everything up? So why….why, why, why? Why did Yoosung call? With sweaty hands and a quick beating heart, Seven let out his trembling voice. ‘’H-Hello…?’’ [End]

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Who let me watch 5.06?

I should be doing an assignment that’s due tomorrow but ya know due tomorrow means do tomorrow. Lol I know I should be ashamed to be a procrastinator but university has ruined me anyway. I’m tired from literally going to one lecture haha, but in any event I’ve been rewatching mad men for the who knows what time but I thought I’d take a break from all that and watch an episode of CtM & @flyingnonny inspired me to do a reaction post so why not? I decided on 5.06 since last Sunday’s episode reminded us of that camping trip 😂😂 here goes nothing..

*skips intro bc I’m impatient*

Cute community moment ☺️

TRIXIE😍 slaying my life

Shelagh looks so good too 😍 and Angela melting my heart!

Why is shelagh forever wearing cardigans? I like cardigans every now and then but all the time, really?

Everyone is sitting outside, Trixie is in a sleeveless dress, as is Barbara, so it has to be warm?? take it off Shelagh

She’s still my bby though even if I don’t always agree with her fashion choices

what gross vejo pinching Trixie’s ass? That’s not ok

And Babs too lmao, creepy old man, die

Shelagh saying “hello dear” aw

But this is like the only interaction between Shelagh and Trixie & that does not suffice !!

ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIENDSHIP IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE SAID IT I REALLY Want it😭😭💕💕 my two fav bbys

I HAVE EVEN GIVEN REASONS WHY & I CAN GIVE THEM AGAIN *** 1) Why not?? Shelagh has like no real friends besides her husband and sort of Sister Julienne?

2) just please, because I’m asking nicely 3) When Shelagh was Sister Bernadette she was often friendly/ in the gossip and conversation with the nurses & remember that one time Trixie grabbed her to come listen to Jenny’s phone conversation?

4) Trixie was the only one besides Sister Julienne to visit her in the sanatorium. That has to count for something! 5) They’ve both been on the show since day 1 & have known each other the longest (besides the nuns) why wouldn’t they be friends or least actually speak to each other?

Aye this is the lady who’s fake pregnant

Shelagh wearing earrings though >> here for it

Sorry there will be a lot of gushing over Shelagh and Trixie

And also I WANT TRIXIE’S HOOP EARRINGS SO BAD, where can I find them??

And how do I get her clothes and figure and her everything lol?

PHYLLIS ! My champion

“Would it have killed you to sit down for five minutes and eat the whole thing!” I LOVE HER, SHE IS A GEM, A HERO, A BADASS & IM NOT READY FOR SUNDAY. IM GOING TO BAWL WITH AND FOR HER

she deserves the best

I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard Trixie address Shelagh by her first name?? a prob.

They need to interact more 😭💔💕😍 I will stop saying it when I’m dead even then I’ll prob say it

Actually when I think of it no one ever calls Shelagh by her first name besides obviously Patrick? And Sister Julienne

#MoreShelaghAndTheOtherNursesInteracting2k17aka1962

And I need at least two seconds of them dotting on pregnant Shelagh

Helen looks so good like goals

“I threatened to put one man over my knee but that only encouraged him” HA IM DEAD NO KINK SHAME

I think there’s been a similar joke before but fuck it it’s still funny to me

But seriously everyone loves Trixie lol how could you not though?

Hey Pats, it’s been a while

Lol omg Tim in that uniform.. Not the best costume 😂😂

Never seen Whistle Down the Wind

But you see, Tom and Babs making out as usual, I’m not knocking it lol but this is why Sister J told her to chill when they went to South Africa😂

also lowkey jealous bc Jack Ashton is handsome af and that could’ve been me but it’s all good. He and Helen are adorable together and I’m here for it x10000

Omg I forgot this lady got assaulted

Oh shit I just remembered this is the episode where sister MC is attacked FUCK WHY DID I WATCH THIS

she can’t report it bc she’d get arrested for soliciting wtf

But remember Shelagh wore the headbands in like series 3 (so glad she stopped I was not here for it)? They must’ve gave them to Babs lol

I forgot Trixie didn’t tell the nurses about AA yet

But she looks gorgeous as ever, even with her mascara running

Lowkey nauseas looking at all that fish ugh. Funny becuase they put a grocery store that has a fish market on the block up from where I live in NYC and I hate it

I forgot about Peter lol and he was in an episode this series whoops

LIKE WHERE’S YOUR WIFE LOL, *I know, too busy for this, I don’t think she’d fit in the series anymore anyway*

Sister Mary Cynthia 😰❣️

Lol she doesn’t sing loud enough ??

Sister Julienne is so cute when she smiles but don’t forget she’s a badass

REMEMBER THE AGGRESSIVE JACKET FLAP BC OF THE IRRITATING SISTER URSULA

How did this girl hide her pregnancy though?

And did her brothers just not realize she was pregnant and the mother wasn’t?

Oh jeez my cousin was a colic-y baby and my parents kept him like 3 days a week when I was in high school & it was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep for so long

Dont get me wrong I love babies. But when they scream when I’m trying to sleep, nope. Return to sender.

Shelagh is so excited about camping it’s the purest and most adorable thing 😭😭And I like her shirt

Shelagh made Tim copy the napkin folding from a magazine, SHE IS A GEM

“We never have serviettes on a weeknight” wtf did they just not use napkins every day? I’m confused Lmaoo. What am I missing here 😂omg that reminds me of one of the times my family and I went on a cruise (2006, hella long time ago already wow?? 11 yrs yikes) and my brother & cousin were late to dinner and lied to my mom & aunt saying they were at a “napkin folding class” & my family deadass believed it up until 2 years ago😂

Shelagh’s accent is so cute. I’ve said that many times but it’s so sweet. But again why do we just have to accept she’s Scottish with no context as to how/why she came to England? Like I’m sure there were convents in Scotland. I dont even care that much I just will forever be curious as to why it seems she had no life before she got married lol? Like they don’t ever bring up the fact she was a nun, but ok maybe she feels awkward talking about it but what about before?

They’re so excited it’s so precious, protect this family 😂😭💕💕

Sister MJ is fasting lol I should try it😂

Omg another dumb story, I didn’t realize today is Ash Wednesday and was hella confused seeing some people with ash on their forehead 😂😂 I should give up something for lent but idk what, we shall see. My mom gave up carbs last year & I died bc I lived at home and ate what she cooked and almost all my fav foods are carbs😂

Shelagh referred to Patsy as Patsy, I’ve only ever heard her say Nurse Mount??

lol Tim you’re what 14? you know damn well those arent* bullet holes

at least he has some of his innocence still. I didn’t @ 14

Sometimes I forget I’m gonna be 19 this year wtf. I’ve accidentally told people I’m 16 before and had to correct myself 😂😂

Patrick is excited about this holiday, boy you don’t know what’s coming 😂

HE’S GONNA ATTACK THE LADY WITH A BABY I FORGOT THAT TOO WTF

I wanna fight him

Diane’s anemic ? Or her mum is just assuming

SHELAGH IN HER CAMPING OUTFIT!! The hair scarf and trousers !! I’m so here for it 😍😭

I want to see her in another pair!! yes lets get it 1962. Probably not likely this series but hopefully next series!! Ah can’t wait

Shit this series is almost over 💔💔 but omg 1963 gonna be lit as well?!

Like the space race started/orbiting the earth, Kennedy’s assassination .. wait never mind lol I’m thinking of American History moments. but still a lot of it was crazy world news so maybe it’s mentioned?? first bond film came out in'63, petition for Tim to go take Susan whatever from around the corner to see it since we know he liked the novels

Lots of famous films came out in ‘63 so there’s gotta be some reference.

Fun fact: I love pop culture references in period drama bc I’m lame jk I’m majoring in education (to teach history)

Old news but still relevant: Phyllis’s turn on: Rolodex systems 📇

“CRANE, as in the wading bird or industry lifting equipment, whichever you prefer” LOVE U PHYLLIS, YOU CORRECT HIM

PHYLLIS’S FACE WHEN GODFREY SUGGESTS SHE CAME OUT OF RETIREMENT, IM DEAD

“I shall consider retirement when I’m at the appropriate age” IM LAUGHING SO HARD, FUCK YEA PHYLLIS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, LINDA BASSET IS ON THE LIST WITH LAURA AND HELEN OF PEOPLE WHO COULD PUCH ME IN THE FACE AND I’D THANK

LOL SHELAGH JUST STANDING AWKWARDLY LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION

“Buenos vacaciones” I NEED MORE PHYLLIS WORKING ON HER SPANISH I LOVE IT, Ella es oro.

lol the roof rack, bet it was Phyllis’s they borrowed when they moved

PHYLLIS’S FACE OF DISGUST WHEN DR GODFREY SMILES AT HER IS ME ALWAYS

LOL THE THE NURSES & SISTER WINIFRED DYING OVER PATRICK’S SHORTS (EVen though sister W “swears she’s not looking”)

I THINK THE SOCKS AND WHITE DAD SANDALS ARE MORE AMUSING 😂😂

Poor Judith💔

It’s a vicious attack Sister J! But you don’t know it yet so I get u

Here comes summer..😂

SETTING UP IN THE POURING RAIN LOL

Shelagh and Angela being adorable !!

Tim and Patrick proud that they set the tents up & boom it falls 😂 which is symbolic for me taking exams, I think I did well or at least decent on them and then I find out I failed by like 5 points

Nonnatus table scenes <3 😭

”I’ve seen more dangerous marshmallow bunnies“ lmao Pats this is a serious moment I shouldn’t laugh

Shelagh took off her glasses 😉😏 but fr how is Laura Main so perfect

Patrick put scotch in its lit, pass it over😏

Lol Shelagh drinking is a strange thought but I’m so here for it. Nuns can’t drink right? Idk. Imagine her drinking alcohol for the first time and just getting drunk 😂 we know Patrick and Tim are lightweights getting drunk off one beer so I assume shelagh would too😂

Damn it Patrick, you spilled your cup. Furthermore proving you’re a disaster 😭

LMAO SHELAGH’s “WTF” FACE WHEN SHE ASKS PATRICK WHAT HE’S THINKING ABOUT AND HE SAID THE ULCER CLINIC

LIKE C'MON PATRICK YOU KNOW WHERE SHELAGH WAS TRYNA GO WITH THAT😂

“And if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re not exactly Cliff Richards yourself” SHELAGH 😂😂 another great line of hers, love it

I love their playful banter lol we need more of that 😂 but lets be real series 6 has had some of the greatest Shelagh and Patrick moments so I can’t complain 😭😍

Peter and Barbara is such a unusual dynamic haha

“How is chummy?” Wait does Babs even know Chummy? I don’t even remember if they met tbh

But for real Shelagh did you really think Patrick would just forget about work completely ??

Lol Angela crying because she is petrified of squirrels😂😂and Shelagh running to her is so cute.

Why didn’t she just get rid of the *creepy* squirrel nutkin book? it seemed like they still had it in series 6 haha

rice pudding is I think the same as aroz con leche, lol it’s gross sorry

Diane’s water broke oh shit

the Turners all in the tent playing I spy bc it’s raining haha

I went camping for the first and last time this past summer w/ my sister in laws & her friends, it was awful 😂😂 I got like 100 mosquito bites that became welts, i literally slept in the car the second night & it was mid July fairly south of east coast aka it was humid and sticky af , there were wild horses that walked around..Thank God they brought alcohol cause it was a nightmare I don’t wanna remember 😂😂

ANGELA IS SO CUTE UGH & ANOTHER GREAT SHELAGH FACE😂

lol yes go to a hotel, should’ve done that from the get

So what exactly does Fred run? some civil defense thing?

She’s in labor and can’t even scream omg, I’m screaming

“They are often incorrect in their opinion” Sister MJ is a gem. I want someone to look at me the way Sister MJ looks at cake and the television

Phyllis yelling at Dr Godfrey😂

PATS’S FACE OF DISGUST IS ALSO ME

HOW DO THESE WOMEN GIVE BIRTH STANDING/SITTING UP?? AHHHH

There you are Beatrix, it’s been a while

Patsy being suspicious with the card game line lol. but when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia?

SHE RIPPED OUT HER WOMB?! WTF OMG IM SCREAMING

THIS HURTS TO WATCH AHH

Trixie and Sister MC to the rescue but omg this is wild I forgot

Fred wtf you can’t be sneaking up like that

DONT LEAVE SISTER MC ALONE TRIXIE

NOO, IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

“There are flowers on the table, and feathers in these pillows, that’s all the nature I need to get back to” I feel you Patrick lol, I like nature but not camping

Lol remember Shelagh’s old nightgown? ah I don’t miss it. The bri nylon is such a look™ & obviously has magically powers i.e this miraculous conception.

“..or they’ve been mulled to death by squirrels” IM DEAD HAHA THAT WAS A GOOD DAD JOKE, NICE ONE PATRICK

aw the baby is so precious

Why is the operating room/being in surgery called theatre in the U.K.?? and why is the doctor’s office/practice called the surgery? so many questions from a confused American..

Sister MC by the docks😭💔 she was just chillin with God and THIS HORRIBLE MAN RUINS EVERYTHING WTF UGH

Oh no

SISTER MC JUST UNCONSCIOUS ON THE DOCKS WTF IM CRYING WHY WOULD HURT HER

Patrick even if you were there she wouldn’t have called you, don’t blame urself

it’s not your arrogance sister MC!!

“don’t you even say the word fault, do you hear me, I won’t allow it” 😭💔 it’s NOT your fault sister MC 😰

I forgot how upset/hurt this episode makes me

“The worst thing is that I actually stopped to pray…” my heart hurts

You can’t even blame her for being angry😪

Judith you’re not a bad mother!! This isn’t your fault either

Sister MJ IN THE BATHROOM WITH HER😢😢💔💔 I’m c r y i n

I SAID PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS WHY DID THEY HURT ME LIKE THIS

Everyone so quiet at the table..

ILL FOREVER BE PROUD OF HOW BRAVE SISTER MC IS FOR SPEAKING UP FOR HER AND THE OTHER VICTIMS💖😭💔

Russian prison tats??

“I thought at first it was a test of faith, but it was a test of strength. I can bear more than I ever though I could and I can bear it for others because my strength is a gift, from him..” brb sobbing

I feel so bad for Mrs Hills bc I understand she thought she was doing the right thing and was trying to protect her daughter from the stigma & judgment from having a baby born outta wedlock 😭

But damn she almost killed her & now she can’t have any more kids

“I’m a mum, mum” Aw

lol I want children (obviously not anytime soon) but if I do Ima be shook for the rest of my life. Like my kids will be like grown & I’ll still wake up like wtf I had them? Lmaoo

SHELAGH’S GREY DRESS >>😍

Patrick jumping on the bed was cute lol

The Turners being cute and an unrealistically perfect family together as usual

Trixie 😍off to her AA💕

“I think it’s about time I came clean..”

Im so proud of her omg. She’s come so far in 6 series 😭💖💖😭

And Patsy and Delia are supportive yess👏🏼

“New truths were being spoken at Nonnatus house, but some remained concealed. While one voice rose, striving to erase its agony in song.”

Thanks Vanessa,, The End 😭

#call the midwife #lets get it 1962 #I'm too attached to this beautiful show #like TRASH for this show #my commentaries™

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