#still technically allowed to come back and walk for commencement

[cabeswaterdrowned]

the way I have like 4 weeks left of my second to last semester of college (which is my last at my actual college because I’ll be abroad for the final one) it’s fine it’s fine i feel normal thinking of that

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron hotch where she gets hurt during a fight with a unsub and she gets really clingy, and everyone at the bau noticed. and when coming in one morning she overhears someone making fun of her to aaron because of it. she hears him laugh and walks away, and begins avoiding him.

turns out it was a fake laugh and he yelled at the guy who was brave enough to make fun of her infront of him. and he didn’t mind her clingy-ness and was glad he made her feel safe.

unwilling to part

cw; fem!reader, no established relationship/mutual pining, officer makes a mildly misogynistic comment and is just an asshole overall, small angst to comfort wc; 1.4k

your injury had been mild - as mild as it could be within your job title. some bumps and bruises, a black eye was most likely in your future. the surprise of the attack had been the worst of it; leaving you spooked, especially when your gun tumbled out of your hand and slid across the floor away from you.

but that's what backup was for, and the situation had been resolved almost as quickly as it started. aaron had heard the fight commence from his position down the hall, the loud clatter of your weapon, and to your rescue just as fast as you could blink, pulling the unsub off you and slamming his front into the nearest wall, forcefully restraining him.

due to the shock numbing your mind and body, the next few minutes were a haze. you vaguely processed aaron crouching beside you, his concerned expression or his hands cupping your face, nor did you hear his repeated question if you were alright.

all you could do was hold onto him, and he let you.

the team and a few officers had crowded around, providing quite the audience. but aaron hadn't seemed to mind; allowing you to cling onto his side until you came back to the real world, your fingers clutching onto his fbi vest. one of his own arms had been around you, escorting you to the medic, to the waiting suv, up to your hotel room. he even relayed the instruction to please call him if you needed him at all throughout the night - he'd be at yours within the second.

the following morning you had been the last one ready, soreness delaying you. your muscles ached as they pulled in every direction - simply getting your shirt on had been a tedious, and painful, task.

the jet was scheduled to leave early afternoon, allowing the morning to be spent at the pd, settling what was needed before returning home.

you could hear ongoing conversation from inside the conference room the bau had been inhabiting the past few days, but before you entered, something in your gut told you to remain put and listen.

you heard aaron first, finishing his thought. "- to be put into evidence, and the rest can be sent over to our technical analyst in quantico."

"gotcha." someone answered, another officer you presumed as the voice wasn't familiar. there was a quick shuffle of papers, a quiet thud of something being put into a box, before he voiced his next thought. "they'll let anyone into the fbi these days, won't they?"

aaron's composed voice followed, "sorry?"

"that agent who got hurt last night." at the mention of yourself, your face immediately burned - his tone not setting up for a positive. "thought you all were 'posed to be tough. with the way she was attached to your hip," he laughed, "fuckin' annoying if you ask me, that was nothing. should've stuck to an desk job if that scared her."

aaron had the heart to chuckle, and your heart dropped right to your stomach, your feet moving to their own accord as you hurried away, not craving to hear more.

tears pinched at your eyes and your body swarmed with heat, full of embarrassment and most prominently, betrayal.

what made it more painful, you could recall on one hand instances where you have heard aaron laugh (a mild exaggeration, but the point still stood) and laughing at you, was now one of them. what also didn't make sense then, the entirety of last night. even as you parted ways at the hotel room, aaron's expression, had been unwilling to part. maybe you read into it wrong, but you could've sworn that's what those brown eyes of his you loved so much indicated.

so for the rest of the day you refused to make eye contact with him, moving swiftly away if he approached, choosing to sit as far away as possible on the jet. even when you all had entered the bullpen, you beelined straight for your desk, eager for the busyness to be your next excuse to avoid contact. but, it was only a matter of time until aaron had trailed down to check on you.

"hey."

you ignored him, acting like the paperwork in front of you was suddenly the most fascinating thing you've ever seen.

aaron's brows furrowed, his question low. he had been quick to notice your clear avoidance earlier in the day, yet another reason why he wanted - needed - to make sure you were okay. "are you alright?"

"yeah, i'm supposed to be, aren't i?" you stated bluntly as you looked up at him, your tone a bit more harsh as you intended.

aaron had the audacity to look perplexed, the confusion in his tone almost convincing if you hadn't known better. "no? someone twice your size blitzed you, disarmed you-"

you slammed your file shut - causing heads to lift and look in your direction. you got up from your seat, not wanting to remain in his presence. "don't bother. i'm better suited for a desk job anyway, right?"

"wait, no." aaron moved in front of you, stopping you from moving forward. he understood immediately, or so he thought. "you heard that?"

"a black eye doesn't affect my hearing, does it?" you snapped, tears brimming your waterline.

aaron sighed deeply, his eyes playing up the shame you're certain he felt. "i'm sorry he-"

you nearly let out a laugh at that, interrupting, "sure. that guy was a ass, but don't you dare apologize for him. what about you?"

aaron's eyes widened in surprise. "me?"

"you laughed." your anger immediately dissolved, hurt filling it's place instead. it was written all over your face, making aaron's heart plummet. "i thought... look, i didn't mean to embarrass you in front of everyone if that's what i did. and i know, in and out of the field we're supposed to be objective and i let my emotions or whatever that was get the best of me. but if i can't do that, then you shouldn't have let me depend on you like... that. despite popular belief, i am tough. i can take rejection."

aaron opened his mouth to respond, but paused, as in his peripheral he noticed all the heads still turned in your shared direction. it was probably best to do this in private. "come with me."

just as last night, his hand found the small of your back, leading you up into his office, closing the door behind him. you went willingly, but remained by the doorway as he walked a bit further inside, your arms crossed.

when aaron turned to you, his eyes were sad, but compassionate.

"i did laugh," more tears burned behind your eyes at his confession, until he provided clarification. "at his idiocy. you sadly missed the good part, i believe it's safe to say he's now highly appreciative of you and the work you've done. check your email, i'm sure a thank you, if it's not already there, will be in your inbox shortly." a small laugh came from his chest. "you can even ask prentiss, she can vouch he left with his tail in between his legs."

your defense dropped, hands falling to your sides in realization. in aaron's character, of course that made more sense.

"oh god i'm sorry," your hands rose to your face, momentarily hiding in humiliation. "i heard... so i thought-"

"exactly, you heard what you heard." aaron's hands grabbed yours gently, pulling them away from your face and allowing you to see his understanding, kind one. "and given what you did hear, i wouldn't expect any less of a reaction. i also would've given me the cold shoulder." a small, closed smile formed on his lips.

"no, i'm so stupid-" aaron shook his head, stopping you halfway.

"you aren't. and despite what we do, you're still only human. you reacted appropriately." his voice softened, rather adorably at that. "i wasn't embarrassed either. i'm glad - honored actually - you can depend on me when you're frightened or need further support. trust me, you can cling onto me all you want." a faint blush tinted his cheekbones. "and i'll never push you away."

his hands squeezed yours, swinging slightly with solid emphasis. the gesture, caused you to just now realize he was still clutching onto them, unwilling to part.

[azenkii]

A Long List of Trash Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons

...that i couldn't get out of my head:

(warning: SUPER LONG POST i havent figured out how to trim posts yet)

he's the one who unchains azula despite iroh's protests. she doesn't even try to fight him, just cries into his shoulder and keeps mumbling about how father's going to be so disappointed in her. he takes her to her rooms and has her drink a sleeping draught, then stations the best guards he has left outside her chambers.

his first council meeting takes place literally a day after sozin's comet. he hobbles into the council chamber shirtless with his entire torso covered in bandages and every council member just looks at him like '...what'

he does NOT sleep for like,,a week after sozin's comet and then another two weeks after his coronation. katara, aang and suki try to persuade him to sleep and he doesn't listen. eventually sokka, toph and mai team up to literally drag his ass to bed and tell him he's not allowed to get up until he sleeps (does mai pin him to the bed with her knives? yes. is it kinky or sexual in any way? definitely not.)

he drinks So. Much. Tea. at this point it's practically tasteless to him but he drinks it anyway because he just needs something to do and tea is something familiar. he keeps iroh on his toes because he's constantly asking for new tea blends, uncle, i think i actually tasted the last one,

he flat-out refuses to grow his hair for at least a year after ozai's defeat. the second it starts getting close to his chin he shears it off himself, with his knife, and his stylist has a heart attack every single time

when he's tired he'll occasionally jump up when one of his guards moves. it stops after a bit, but for the first month and a half or so he's really twitchy. when sokka asks, the only explanation he can come up with is that he's not used to having people stand behind him silently and not want to kill him, much less want to protect him (sokka immediately takes him out for a shopping trip and makes a point of walking behind him the entire time, but only on zuko's right side, where he can clearly see it if sokka moves towards him)

when the healer declares azula mentally unstable and in need of an institution, he shuts himself in his office for the rest of the night. no one's allowed in, not even iroh. he finally emerges in the morning, eyes red from crying and sleep deprivation, and tells the librarian that he'd like a list of the best mental institutions in the country, please, the best in the world if you can get them

he loves theatre (is this even a headcanon?). unfortunately it practically died out in the fire nation along with the rest of the creative arts, leaving nothing but small troupes like the ember island players. one of zuko's personal goals (meaning things he wants to accomplish that aren't as important as restoring his country) is to bring back theatre; he finally manages to do it after about eight months or so of being fire lord, along with other arts like dancing, music and sculpture

he establishes a national day of mourning, on the first day of autumn every year, to commemorate the genocide of the air nomads. from 100AG onwards, every calendar printed in the fire nation has it marked. at first it was called the day of repentance, but aang persuaded him to have it changed (by arguing that he didn't want guilt to be a literal staple of fire nation culture)

he introduces literally So Many educational reforms, plus a mandatory class that teaches students about the cultures of the other nations (air nomads included) and how some of their traditions overlap

he turns down the offer of having a statue put up of him in the capital. toph ignores him and does it anyway.

he visits azula regularly, makes sure she's (relatively) comfortable and well-fed, and sometimes just sits down outside her door and tells her about everything that's going on right now ('some of the far colonies have developed their own standardised writing, azula, you wouldn't believe it, and i've asked the fire sages to come visit more often—but you never liked them, did you? oh, well; i'll make sure none of them go into your chambers by mistake')

(he doesn't know it, but when he does this azula sits by the door and listens. she wonders what kind of writing the colonists have developed, and whether or not the fire sages have taken on some new recruits.)

he hates being above anyone else. never sits in the throne if he can help it, nor does he sit on the dais in the council room. when he talks to people shorter than him, he finds himself stooping a little bit to talk to them on their level (the exception to this rule is sokka, who he mocks for being shorter all the way up until sokka grows taller than him, the bastard)

the first time he visits the earth kingdom, the earth king's ministers call a toast. he ends up being the only one who has to sit out, because he's too young to drink by earth kingdom law

once his servants figure out he won't kill them for talking to him, they start becoming a lot more bold, telling him off when he doesn't take care of himself. at one point, they force him to let them take care of him so much that he literally just bolts into the gardens and hides there until the staff rope in mai and ty lee

when he needs to escape, he does one of two things: (a) he dresses up as the blue spirit and does some parkour until he calms down, or (b) he goes to work at the jasmine dragon. (b) happens less often bc the jasmine dragon's in ba sing se, but there's been a few memorable incidents when an earth kingdom diplomat walks in and yells, 'LEE?!' when they see the fire lord

the first court artist who draws him also happens to be the one who drew azulon and ozai. he draws zuko without his scar. zuko takes one look at it and tells him, very calmly, that he'd like him to leave, please.

zuko burns the portrait. he doesn't fire the court artist, but he never calls on him again unless he has to. a second court artist is called, and can't help but be a bit confused when the fire lord tells him to be sure to include the scar

he forgets the crown. a lot. sometimes he walks into council meetings in his sleepwear with his hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a bunch of scrolls tucked under his arm. none of his councilmen have the guts (or the heart) to tell him that this is not, in fact, formal council wear

he goes to feed the turtleducks when he's stressed. he thinks he's being subtle. he's not. the entire palace knows, and they consciously give him space when they see him in the turtleduck garden

most of his staff are older than him, so they look at him and see this teeny tiny fire lord who is So Small and who Must Be Protected. the day after zuko's coronation, the head chef holds a meeting where they commence Operation Do-Not-Let-That-Boy-Turn-Out-Like-His-Father (subsection He's-The-Only-Good-Thing-We-Have)

one night he wakes up to find suki sitting in his room, decked out in full kyoshi warrior garb and makeup, and just about screams blue murder. suki tells him there are suspicions of an assassin in the palace, and would you please stop yelling it's very distracting, we won't be able to hear anyone coming over that racket

zuko gets very, very paranoid of random spirits after that. yeah, suki looks like a possibly malevolent spirit when she's wearing her makeup, what about it? (when he tells sokka he's highkey terrified of spirit shenanigans, sokka just looks at him and says, 'man, the stories i could tell...', and THAT'S when zuko remembers sokka spent like six months more than he did travelling with the avatar)

on his first visit to the southern water tribe, he removes his boots and leg guards, rolls up his pants and kneels barefoot in the snow. even though chief hakoda immediately starts trying to pull him up, he's stubborn as hell and stays kneeling for the entirety of his very long, very sincere apology-on-behalf-of-the-fire-nation speech. he nearly loses his toes to frostbite after that, and both sokka and katara never stop giving him shit for it

the first time he grows a 'beard' is completely accidental. he's stressed over some trade miscommunications with chief hakoda, hasn't slept in a few days...and then when sokka arrives as water tribe ambassador to help smooth things over, he takes one look at zuko and says 'man, facial hair does not suit you'

zuko: facial what now

he checks a mirror to find that he's got stubble covering his chin, dark enough that it almost looks intentional, and holy gods how the fuck did he not notice this before

'UNCLE WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME' 'i assumed you were doing it on purpose' 'WHEN HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING ON PURPOSE'

he shaves it all off immediately, of course, which prompts a lot of teasing and rib-poking from sokka until zuko finally snaps that he's scared it'll make him look like his father. sokka stops after that.

(the day after sokka leaves, zuko finds that a mysterious someone has scribbled all over ozai's royal portrait, giving him a frankly ridiculous beard and moustache that literally CANNOT be grown in real life. oddly enough, he can't bring himself to care about the defamation of royal property. he's too busy laughing.)

his paths cross with toph and sokka more than any of the others, because sokka is ambassador and toph is technically still a beifong. most of the time, at formal functions, he ends up sequestered in the corner with toph and a hoard of snacks, and they talk and swear much more than they usually do (zuko's ministers once heard him when he was drunk with toph, and the servants swear the older ministers' ears started bleeding)

he restores fire nation cultural festivals, and in doing so subjects himself to learning a lot of complicated dances

during one memorable week, he wrote so many letters and drafted so much legislation that he ran out of paper. he had to go visit the nearest school and ask for some

he keeps up with his firebending and sword training even though it's hard to fit into his schedule. his ministers refrain from reminding him that he has guards to protect him now; it's still hard for zuko to trust his safety with anyone but himself (team avatar is the exception).

he started sleepwalking about two months into his reign. no one knew why. one time, he nearly sleepwalked right off the edge of a balcony, and one of his guards had to grab him by the back of his robes.

the sleepwalking stopped after around a month and never happened again. at this point it's practically palace legend.

after freeing the war prisoners, he went around collecting every single earthbender-proof wooden cell he could find in the capital and surrounding areas. when he'd gotten most of them, he gathered them into a huge pile in the city square and set fire to them with his own hands.

unfortunately he couldn't do that with the waterbender metal cells but he did get toph to come in and bend them all into pretty shapes (well, toph thought they were pretty shapes. everyone else thinks they're meaningless squiggles)

he learned how to write with both hands at the same time out of sheer necessity (he refused scribes until it became clear that he'd be putting some people out of a job; that was when he started letting scribes write very, very minor things, but all important documents/drafts/letters are still written by him)

he once put the wet end of an ink brush in his mouth instead of the wooden end by mistake. didn't even realise until he bit down to keep it in place and ink went oozing everywhere

when his guards rushed in to find him coughing and spluttering black liquid all over his desk they thought he'd been poisoned but no he's just stupid

on his 17th birthday, his first one after being crowned, he got tackled by team avatar in the middle of the ballroom and ended up at the bottom of a cuddlepile for like ten minutes

this cuddlepile happened at an event that was very much public and very much formal. it was a scandal for weeks

just. fire lord zuko, guys. so much potential

[taito-division]

Blade Maiden Drama Track 1 - Pick Up Your Sword, and Fight

Pt. 2

-- Saitama Super Arena, Saitama Division --

[It was approximately 20 minutes to 8 PM, as night fell on Saitama Division. The Saitama Super Arena, one of the main attractions in Saitama, was lit up brightly as the stadium lights outside were like a beacon, lighting up almost the entire city by itself. There were close to 100 people outside, while the stadium inside housed thousands more, all anxiously waiting for the main event of the evening to commence.]

[In one of the locker rooms in the back of the stadium, the current MMA champion, Eldrid Iwasaki, sat cross-legged on the cold, metallic floor, silently meditating. Normally, she wasn't one for sitting still for long periods. She needed to constantly keep moving or doing something physical or she would get ansty. In fact, she was surprised that she wasn't doing some sit-ups or push-ups right now.]

[But her friend and rival, Azusa Furukawa, had taught her the value and importance of meditation, and how it could do wonders for a person's mind and psyche. When Azusa first introduced her to this concept, Eldrid couldn't see the point of it, finding it meaningless. And even after giving it a try, the MMA champ still couldn't see the purpose of it. What point does emptying your mind do?]

[It was afterward that Azusa told her she was too focused on doing something correct than she was on simply doing it. She let too many things bother her, or still had something burdening her mind. Meditation was all about letting those things free for the moment, and instead focusing on the world around you, as well as your 'inner voice'. Though Eldrid still didn't understand exactly what her rival was trying to tell her, she still persisted, since she was always insisted on finishing whatever it was that she started.]

[So now, here she was. Meditating before another big match. Admittedly, she still didn't get the whole 'emptying your mind' concept. But she did have to acknowledge that it did do wonders when she felt stressed or upset for no reason. She's always had trouble controlling her temper. But lately, she's been doing well with keeping her emotions in check. She knew not if it was because of Azusa's advice, or if it was because there were few things in her life that were pissing her off.]

[As she continued contemplating, she was knocked out of her stupor as she heard a familiar jingle playing from her gym bag. Opening her eyes and standing up, she walked over and pulled her smartphone out of her bag. Looking at the screen, she smiled as the caller ID read: 'Little Bro'.]

Eldrid: *Answers* Hey, bro.

Yuma: Hey, Valkyrie!

Eldrid: *Laughs* What, I'm not good enough to be called, 'Big Sis' anymore?

Yuma: I don't know. Are Valkyria allowed to have siblings?

Eldrid: Well, I'm technically one, aren't I? And aren't you my younger sibling?

Yuma: ...Yeah, that's true.

[The two siblings had a good laugh with one another; this was one of their usual conversations and a little joke that they often told.]

Eldrid: So what's up, kiddo? I don't think I'll be able to talk long. They'll probably be calling for me in a bit.

Yuma: I know. I'm watching the PPV on T.V. right now. I just called to wish you 'good luck.'

Eldrid: Aww, thanks kiddo. That means a lot coming from you.

Yuma: Well, how many kids in high school can say that their big sister is a champion fighter?

Eldrid: Oh, so I'm just used so you can get popularity points, huh? Gee, thanks.

[The siblings once again shared a good laugh, and would have continued had Eldrid not be alerted to a knock on her door.]

Eldrid: Well, looks like they're calling me. Gotta go, bro.

Yuma: Good luck, sis! And don't come back home without the belt, ya' hear?

Eldrid: *Laughs* Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to?!

[After one final laugh, the two bade each other farewell and hung up. Eldrid sighed as she raised her hands on both sides of her face, before hitting both her cheeks hard, making her face appear red. A look of determination appeared on her face as she prepared to exit her locker room. She looked down at both her hands and nodded.]

Eldrid: Let's go, boys. Time to send another poor soul to Valhalla!

-- Main Arena --

[In the arena, all of the audience were eagerly awaiting the main event, which was to begin soon, if the dimming lights were any sort of hint. Soon, the audience stood as the theme song of the challenger was beginning to play. Out of the northeastern side of the arena, a woman came out, wearing a robe with the logo of the Australian flag, covering her body. She had sun-kissed skin with green eyes and spiky orange hair that was the color of fire.]

[Running to the ring, she stopped as the officials of the match briefly did their job, checking her physical condition, and her body for any illegal items. After she was done, she walked into the ring, much to the cheer of the fans. After a couple of seconds or so, the lights dimmed once more, and the cheer of the fans escalated to twice the amount of the first woman.]

[Almost everyone in the arena stood as a familiar theme song started to play, with many of the crowd singing along. Out of the southwestern side of the arena, another woman came out, a black, red, and yellow robe, similar to the German flag, covered her body. She walked slowly to the ring, letting the words of her song hit her ears as she was reminded of what she was fighting for. Smiling to herself, she quickened her pace to the ring.]

[Upon arriving, she two was checked by the officials before being let into the ring. Discarding her robe, she was met with cheers and screams of the fans as Eldrid Iwasaki, the MMA champion had revealed herself. She stared at her opponent, slowly amping herself up, preparing herself mentally and physically. Both women in the ring looked as the bell rang, and the announcer stepped forward.]

Announcer: *Holding a regular microphone in his hand* Ladies and gentlemen! This is your main event of the evening, sponsored in part by E.L. Medical Corporation & Chuohku! This is the moment you have all been waiting for! Live from the Super Arena in Saitama, Japan!!

[At his announcement, everyone in attendance started cheering and screaming at the mention of not only their city but also their country.]

Announcer: *Points to the woman on his left* Introducing first, the challenger! Specializing in kickboxing, she hails from Melbourne, Australia! She stands at 5'11" and weighed in this morning at 198 lb. She has an impressive record of 11 wins, one loss, and only one draw! She is the #5-ranked women's MMA fighter in the world! "The Wonder from Down Under!" This is Sophia Smith!!

[At her announcement, the woman beat her chest several times, getting a loud reaction from the fans, as they cheered for her.]

Announcer: *Points to Eldrid* And her opponent, specializing in both Judo and kickboxing, she hails from Taitō, Japan! She stands at 5'10", and weighed in this morning at 231 lb. She has an undefeated record of 14 wins, no losses, and no draws. She is the #1-ranked women's MMA fighter in the world, and the current reigning and defending MMA Heavyweight Champion of the World! This is Eldrid "The Valkyrie" Iwasaki!!

[Even before the announcer had begun introducing Eldrid, the crowd had already started cheering their hearts out for the champion. As the announcer finished, she raised her right index finger upward, before balling it into a fist and pointing it at Sophia, who made no reaction.]

[Walking up to each other, both women listened to the referee as he began explaining the rules, both of which they had memorized over 100 times. Once he was done, both walked over to their respective corners and waited for the bell. After a minute had passed, the bell rang and both combatants circled each other, looking for the slightest hint of weakness.]

[Eventually, Sophia launched the first attack launching a close one-two punch combo at the MMA champion, who easily evaded. Retailing, Eldrid unleashed a quick jab that Sophia dodged. Putting some distance between, the two women circled each once more before Eldrid went back on the attack, performing an uppercut, which knocked Sophia back a bit.]

[Upset, the challenger retaliated performing another one-two hit combo, that Eldrid again dodged. However, Sophia continued to stay on the attack, landing a hard blow to the champion's abdomen, which knocked her back a bit. Pushing the advantage, the Australian performed a high kick, preparing to hit the left side of Eldrid's head, which was where her bad eye was.]

Eldrid: Shit!

[Instinctively, the champion brought her left arm to block, but was shocked as Sophia stopped her foot mid-attack.]

Eldrid: A feint?!

[Eldrid felt pain as she was kicked on her side by Sophia's left leg, pushing her back. Again, Sophia went on the attack, preparing for another leg strike.]

Eldrid: Not this time!

[Grabbing a hold of the challenger's leg, Eldrid pulled it closer, bringing Sophia close to her, where Eldrid delivered an elbow to her chin, knocking her back. Not letting up, the champion mounted the challenger before dropping left and rights to Sophia's face, who tried to cover up with her arms.]

[The onslaught would have continued had the bell not sounded, which ended the first match.]

Eldrid: Five minutes already? Damn.

[Getting up off of Sophia, Eldrid walked to her respective corner where her coach and water boy were waiting.]

Emori: You alright, champ?

Eldrid: *Nods* Yeah, but she caught me off guard with fuckin' feint, though. *Touches her bad eye* I hate when people go for the side of my head. I can't fuckin' see em'.

Emori: That's just how it goes, Eldrid. That eye of yours is a target, one that competitors love to exploit. You gotta roll with it. Keep your defenses up.

Eldrid: Yeah, I know.

[Getting back up for the second round, both competitors met in the middle and looked as the referee signaled the beginning of the next round.]

[As soon as it sounded, Sophia immediately went on the attack, launching a hard kick to Eldrid's face, which she countered with a hard right. Narrowly dodging it, the challenger once again utilized her strong legs, aiming for a kick to the champ's leg. Dodging it, Eldrid performed a high roundhouse kick, which caused Sophia to quickly retreat, before attempting a leg sweep to the champ's legs.]

[Unfortunately, the challenger grossly underestimated the champ's strength, as her feet refused to budge. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eldrid quickly brought her left knee up to Sophia's face, which connected as blood spurted out of the challenger's nose and onto the champion's knee. Surprised by this, the challenger fell onto the face-up.]

[Not letting this chance slip away, Eldrid again prepared to mount Sophia to punch her, but was shocked as Sophia quickly put her legs around the champ's neck, whilst grabbing her right arm, and pulling her close.]

Eldrid: Triangle?! Shit!

[Eldrid groaned as the challenger pulled tightly on her arm, and her legs crossed around her head, preventing her from moving. Eldrid struggled to get out of it as she felt her circulation slowly being cut off. Growling, the champion somehow found the strength to pull herself and Sophia, who was still holding onto the champ's arm, up on her feet.]

[With a force of energy, the champion fell back down, slamming the challenger hard on the mat, performing a version of a powerbomb. It had the intended effect, as Sophia released Eldrid, clutching her back. Growling, the champion picked the challenger up on her feet before turning her around and wrapping both arms around her neck, choking the life out of her. She pulled her backward, making the two fall on the ground, giving Sophia no place to run.]

[The challenger flailed around, trying her hardest to break out of it, but to no avail. With no other choice, Sophia quickly hit the mat three times with her left hand, signaling that she 'gives up'. The referee quickly rushed over to Eldrid to get her to break the hold, which she did as the challenger sat on the ground, coughing, gasping for air.]

Announcer: The winner of this bout as a result of a submission, and still MMA Heavyweight Champion of the World, Eldrid "The Valkyrie" Iwasaki!!

[At the announcer's announcement, the stadium quickly erupted as Eldrid took her belt from the referee who raised her hand. Eldrid looked as Sophia's trainer and coach helped her up as she was clutching her still bleeding nose. Eldrid simply smirked and continued holding her belt high above her head, as the crowd continued chanting her name, over and over.]

Several hours later...

-- Iwasaki Apartment, Taitō Division --

[After an hour-long interview session after her match ended and 20 minutes of signing autographs for zealous fans, Eldrid was finally able to make it back home to her apartment. Parking her car, she sighed as she lugged her gym bag on her aching shoulder and climbed the stairs to the third story where her suite was.]

[Unlocking the door, she opened, entering her apartment, which was dim, safe for one of the kitchen lights. She looked to her brother's room and saw the lights were off and his door was closed. Walking over, the older sibling opened the door and looked to see her younger brother fast asleep under the covers. Smiling, she closed his bedroom door and stretched.]

[After a 20 min. shower and a celebratory dinner her brother left for her in the microwave, the MMA fighter prepared to call it a night, as she was physically exhausted. She was glad she had tomorrow off so she could rest and spend the day with Yuma. Taking out her cell phone, she prepared to plug it in for the night, but looked as a notification on the main screen stated she had a missed call from 'Called ID: Tomoe Gozen.']

[Eldrid smiled as this meant it was from Azusa. Because she was a kendo instructor, Eldrid had "bestowed" her friend the name of one of the most famous female samurai to live. Though Azusa stated that she was nowhere near the person that Tomoe was, Eldrid continued to call her, and Azusa knew it would do no good to correct her or get her to stop. So, the name stuck.]

[Clicking on the notification, she saw that her friend had left her a voicemail. Pressing it, she smiled as the voice of her friend started to speak.]

Azusa: Good evening, Eldrid-san. I apologize for calling you so late, but I wished to offer my sincerest congratulations on your victory earlier tonight. I regret that I couldn't be there, but my father's illness requires that I stay close to him at all times. Again, I apologize. I know you are quite fatigued after your work, so I will try my utmost to make this as brief as I can.

Eldrid: *Feels a little worried* Why do I get the feeling this is no ordinary message?

Azusa: I know tomorrow is your day of rest, and I apologize for disturbing you. But if at all possible, I'd like you and Fleuret-san to visit me at my residence around noon tomorrow. I'll provide drinks and snacks for the both of you as an apology for bothering you. I know I must sound vague, and I probably am. I apologize. However, what I have to say to you both is far too important to discuss over the phone. I hope to see you both tomorrow. Until then, stay safe, Eldrid-san. And again, congratulations on your victory.

[With that, the message ended and Azusa's voice ended. Eldrid, after listening to the message in its entirety, felt a mixture of emotions. What was so important that Azusa couldn't speak about it over the phone? And why did she sound so worried?]

Eldrid: *Sighs* Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

The next day...

-- Furukawa Residence --

[The time was 12:00 P.M., as Fleuret and Eldrid convened at Azusa's house, heading to the backyard where the garden was. True to her word, Azusa prepared a plate of onigiri, along with some tea. Though Eldrid was hoping for something more... filling, she, nonetheless, ate the food that was presented. For a while, the trio spoke about unimportant things, such as what was going on in each other's lives, and things of that sort.]

[After about 30 min. had passed, Azusa cleared her throat.]

Azusa: I'd like to thank you both again for visiting me today. I appreciate it wholeheartedly. *Bows to her friends*

Fleuret: It was no trouble, Azusa-san.

Eldrid: Yeah, it's cool. But I gotta know, what was so important that you needed us both here? You sounded worried over the phone.

Azusa: *Sighs* Yes, there is something that is troubling me.

Fleuret: *Concerned* What is it? Is it your father? Is his illness getting worse?

Eldrid: *Annoyed* Or is it those damn tax collectors coming around again?

Azusa: *Smiles sadly and shakes her head 'no'* No, though those two things do play a part in this, unfortunately.

Eldrid: You know if you need money Azusa, all you have to do is ask. I'll gladly loan it. I've got more than enough cash from my fights.

Fleuret: Yes, and I'll gladly contribute whatever I can to help.

Azusa: *Still smiling* Thank you both. I truly appreciate it. However, as I stated before, this is my problem to deal with. I can't, in good conscience, ask you both to aid me with something that is my burden.

Eldrid: Are you sure? It's no problem.

Azusa: *Nods* Hai. Again, thank you both, truly. It means a lot that you are willing to help.

[Both Fleuret and Eldrid knew that Azusa's family was lacking money. Most of their income came from the family's dojo, but due to the fact that HypMics were considered to be the new weapon of choice, many people didn't see the point in learning how to use a sword, wooden or not. It also didn't help that Chuohku ordered Azusa's family to take down their recruitment sign, which prohibited them from accepting any new students.]

[Though the dojo was still popular, it was only a matter of time before the current students wouldn't have the time nor the funds to keep attending Azusa's classes. Azusa hoped with all her might that that day was still far off.]

Fleuret: So, what is the issue, Azusa-san?

[Sighing, the dojo instructor reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a white envelope, placing it on the table in front of her friends.]

Azusa: I received this letter a few days ago, along with a package in front of my house. I don't know who left it there. It was shortly after my afternoon classes had ended.

Eldrid: *Picks up the letter, looking at it from all sides* You know who it's from?

Azusa: *Sighs, preparing herself* ...Chuohku.

[At this, both women looked at Azusa, shocked.]

Fleuret: *Shocked* C-c-chuohku?

Azusa: *Nods* Hai.

Eldrid: *Shocked, but upset* What the hell are those uppity-ass bitches sending you a letter for?!

Azusa: *Sighs sorrowfully* They... they are forcing me to join the D.R.B.

Eldrid: ...What?!

Azusa: *Points to the envelope* The letter will explain better than me.

[Looking at the envelope that was still in her hand, Eldrid opened and pulled out the letter that was inside of it. Together with Fleuret, the two of them read was written.]

Fleuret: Dear Ms. Furukawa, this letter has been sent to you to inform you that, as of this moment, you are the one that has been selected by Chuohku to represent Taitō Division in the upcoming Division Rap Battle Tournament. You have exactly one week from today to find and select two people who will make up your team of three. After you have found your team, you are to fill out the form online via our website to inform us of who your team members are, and what your team name is.

Fleuret: Along with this letter are three Hypnosis Microphones, one for you and the other two for your teammates. Your current opponent(s) are, as of this time, currently unknown, but information on the upcoming teams will be revealed to you in the coming weeks. During that time, it is strongly advisable for you and your teammates to become very familiar with your microphones and each other. The D.R.B. is not for the weak of heart, and any who enter the tournament not mentally or physically prepared will find themselves defeated before they even begin.

Fleuret: As for why you, exactly, have been chosen to represent Taitō, that is not for you to know. Just know that we have had our eye on you for a while, and that you joining the D.R.B. should prove rather... enlightening.

Eldrid: *Interrupts* 'Enlightening?' *Scoffs* Are you fucking kidding me? You think forcing someone to join your little tournament against their will is enlightening? Give me a fucking break!

[Shushing her friend, the museum curator went back to reading the rest of the letter.]

Fleuret: Given the way that your students speak of you as their sensei and your reputation in Taitō, I am sure it will not be difficult for you to find and enlist the aid of two other members. I, and the rest of Chuohku, am looking forward to seeing what your team is like, and what you all will bring to the D.R.B. Do not disappoint us. Sincerely, Otome Tohoten, the Prime Minister of Japan.

Fleuret: P.S. Do be aware, failure to input your team at the requested time will be seen as disobeying a direct order from the Prime Minister, and will be handled accordingly. Your dojo, which your father and forefathers put their heart and soul in will be taken from you, and you will be left with nothing. Perform well, however, and your dojo will be left alone. You will never have to worry about another tax collector again. And not only that, but you may also find out exactly what it is that happened to the one you've been searching for all this time. Do give that some thought.

[As she finished reading, Fleuret looked up at Azusa, who looked away, sorrow in her eyes and expression.]

Fleuret: Oh, Azusa-san. I'm so sorry.

Eldrid: Those... those... bitches!

[Eldrid growled as she angrily clenched their fists.]

Eldrid: They've done a lot of shameless crap over the years, but this?! This takes the fucking cake! Blackmailing someone into joining their little tournament! And for what? For 'reasons that are none of your concern?!' What kind of shit is that?!

Fleuret: Eldrid-san, please! This is not helping!

Eldrid: Oh come on, Goldie! You can't tell me you aren't the least bit pissed off by this!

Fleuret: I am! I am très en colère! But we have to calm down and think about this. You are upset, as am I. But just imagine how this is for Azusa-san.

[Looking at her rival/friend, the MMA fighter could see that she was as distraught about this as she was. Sighing, she calmed down and sat back down in her chair.]

Eldrid: You're right. Sorry, Azusa.

Azusa: It's fine. Truthfully, I feel exactly as you do.

Eldrid: I can imagine.

Fleuret: En effet.

[For a while, the three women sat down in silence, listening to nothing but the wind rustling through the trees and the sounds of nature. After about three minutes passed, Eldrid was the first to speak.]

Eldrid: *Looks at Azusa* So, what are you going to do? *Notices her friend's confused look* I mean, are you going to join up?

Azusa: *Sighs, and nods* Hai. I'm afraid I have little choice in the matter. If I don't join, not only will I lose my home, but everyone here in Taitō will have to suffer for my actions.

Fleuret: *Shakes her head 'no'* Do not say such things, Azusa-san. Rien de tout cela n'est de ta faute. This is all due to the evil machinations of Chuohku.

Eldrid: *Nods* Yeah, Goldie's right. Those bitches at Chuohku are the ones to blame for this. If they hadn't done it to you, they probably would have done it to me. Or Goldie. Or someone else here in Taitō.

Azusa: *Smiles* Thank you both. That means a lot to hear.

Eldrid: It's the truth! And besides, you won't be defending Taitō by yourself. *Wraps her arm around Fleuret's neck* We'll be here to help.

Fleuret: *Looks at Eldrid, surprised* On le fera? *Looks at Azusa, nodding* I mean... yes, we will!

Azusa: I'm glad. Because... *Reaches into her other pocket* ...that's actually part of the reason I called you both here today.

[Both Fleuret and Eldrid looked as Azusa placed something on the table. Both were surprised to see it was HypMic.]

Azusa: I'd like to formally ask the two of you if you'd join me in entering the D.R.B.

To be continued...

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Letting Loose

Requested Chapter 19

This is a continuation of my series and all future chapters that I write for this series will be written as requested chapters

Request: The team and the reader have a snowball fight

Word count: 2,265

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It’s been 9 months since Ruby Anne has joined the team. You have all come a long way since then and you were proud of the progress that was made. You, Ruby and Peter were on winter break and you had a few inches of snow so you were happy. The trees were so pretty and the yard was like a winter wonderland and there was a small pond about 20 minutes away from the compound on foot so the three of you decided to run down there and ice skate since the pond was frozen. You and Peter would do that every winter and this would be Ruby’s first winter you the team. So, you all jogged down there with your ice skates, bundled up warm.

“Oh my god you’re a natural!” You exclaimed as you watched Ruby speed by you on the ice. She was surprisingly very good at ice skating. Peter still had to skate by you, holding your arm to keep to steady. Unlike her, as much as you practiced every winter, you still couldn’t skate too well.

“Hehe. Yeah, we used to go roller skating a lot when I was younger. This feels about the same, just a little more slippery.” Ruby chuckled, skating away and occasionally skating backwards.

“Oh cool! That sounds aweso-AHH!” You yelped as you lost your balance and slipped, falling right on your butt. Peter gasped and then giggled a bit as he quickly helped you up. You started to laugh too, knowing that you probably looked funny falling like that. “Peheter you're supposed to hehehelp me not fall.” You laughed, rubbing your bottom that was now sore. Peter smiled sheepishly and gave you an apologetic shrug.

“Sorry, I only let go for a second!” He whined.

“Well, knowing me, you should know to never let go of me when I'm skating. I am extremely prone to falling.” You giggled. Ruby was laughing as well, helping you regain your balance.

“It’s ok y/n/n, you’ll get the hang of it eventually.” She tittered. You scoffed and thanked her for helping.

“I hope so..” You sang.

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“AHH! Oooow!” You groaned as you fell again. This was the 6th time you fell in the last 20 minutes. Your butt was probably bruised and the cold melted ice had seeped through your layers and now your butt was wet. Peter covered his mouth and gasped again, once again helping you up. Ruby winced with a smile.

“Maaaybe that’s enough skating for now. We should do something else in the snow.” Peter said, rubbing your back comfortingly. Ruby nodded and agreed.

“Yeah, definitely. Something that doesn’t involve falling and bruising our butts.” She laughed. You nodded with a smirk and out your hands on your hips.

“So… what should we do?” You shrugged. Peter hummed for a second before raising his eyebrows and looking at you girls.

“Snowball fight?” He asked. You and ruby smirked.

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“Oww! Hey! How much snow are you packing into a single snowball Peter?!?” You yelled as you dove behind your fort. It felt like he was throwing pure rock at you! Peter laughed evilly as he kept preparing more snowballs, gathering as much snow as he could and compressing it tightly into a ball. “Hard as a rock.” He sniggered to himself.

It was a girl’s vs boy fight. You thought that since it was two of you and one of him, you’d have the upper hand easily. But of course, that hasn’t the case.

Ruby stood up from behind the wall and threw 2 snowballs at Peter. One had successfully hit Peter on the shoulder and the other hit the wall of his fort. You tried to make more snowballs to give to Ruby to throw but as the fight progressed, Peter was winning by a long shot.

The fight continued and the three of you were so caught up in the game that you were only brought back to reality when you heard another familiar voice from a few feet away.

“Hey, that’s no fair, Peter’s outnumbered!” Tony said. The three of you looked up to see the rest of the team standing there with smiles on their faces. “He needs some help, right guys?” He asked, Steve, Bucky, Thor and Clint nodding along and agreeing. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes.

“No! He’s perfectly fine and its perfectly fair!” You yelled. However, the team ignored your protests.

“What do you say, fellas? Boys vs girls?”

“NO! Then we’ll be outnumbered!!”

Steve nodded. “Sounds good. It’s on!” The guys immediately joined Peter’s side making you and Ruby groan. Nat lazily walked to your side and Wanda crouched down next to you.

“I don’t wanna go out into the line of fire so I’ll just be here and make the snowballs for you guys.” Wanda said. You playfully rolled your eyes but agreed.

“Alright ready?” Tony called out. You groaned and poked your head out from the fort.

“Just so you know, this is still totally not fair!” You sang. “There’s 6 guys and only 4 girls. Plus, Wanda is staying behind the fort so technically there’s only 3 girls fighting.”

“Tough cheese, do what you can, and prepare to lose anyway!” Tony quipped, making you growl. “3,2,1, GOOO!”

In a few moments you all were laughing loudly and squealing, as snowballs flew in all directions. You were hit a couple of times and so was Nat and Ruby, but you were surprisingly able to land a few good shots to the opposite team. Thanks to Nat's ninja skills, she was able to easily dodge many snowballs. At some point in the fight, it got really chaotic. There was screaming everywhere and there were no longer organized teams. Girls teamed up with boys, some fought alone; it was crazy. You and Steve were currently teamed up and you were both trying to get Thor. He was by himself but held his own very well. He laughed victoriously, throwing ball after ball of snow to your bodies. Bucky then temporarily joined Thor's team, throwing snowballs at Steve.

When Thor and Bucky wouldn’t relent, Steve turned on you, lifting you up and using you as a shield. You screamed as you started to get hit by all the balls they were throwing. “HEY! YOU TRAITOR!” You yelped. Steve ran away while still holding you in front of him to protect himself from anymore snowballs. “Steve stop!!!” You squealed, kicking your legs in the air when he started running towards Peter's fort. You were getting attacked and you were partially scared because Peter's snowballs hurt and your brother was basically making you the target of them. Luckily, Peter manages to throw one of his snowballs and hit Steve straight in the head.

“OW!” He growls, immediately dropping you on the snow. You cheer and run away while you still can, sticking your tongue out at Steve.

“Ha ha!”

“Jesus, Pete! What are these, white stones?!”

You run away to join Thor's team since he’s doing pretty good, and also because you're mad at Steve. You laugh as you and Thor currently have the upper hand, since the both of you have a system; you make the balls and Thor delivers. His big strong arms allow him to throw the balls at great distances, so even the people running far away don’t stand a chance.

When you peek out of the fort, you see Steve from afar trying to quickly build himself a wall to protect himself. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to get revenge. As you were making more snowballs for Thor, you made up a plan. You would run up to him, avoiding the line of fire, and kick down and destroy his wall. Then, once he's caught off guard, you'd use the snow from the fallen fort and throw it at him, thus getting revenge for turning on you.

You grinned as you prepared enough balls to last Thor for the few minutes that you'd be away, then left. “I’ll be right back Thor!” You said, quickly running over to Steve to commence your plan.

Once you're close enough, you run and jump into the fort like a wrecking ball, turning the wall into a pile of snow. Steve’s eyes widened as he witnessed his hard work get completely wrecked.

“What the-“

You quickly get up on you knees and gather snow in your arms. “This is what you get for betraying me!” you giggled, launching snow at him and tackling him to the ground, shoving snow down his shirt.

He yelped at the sudden cold feeling, grabbing your wrists and pushing you off him. He quickly gets up and shakes off the snow before pinning you to the ground and straddling you. You scream and try to fight back, pushing on his chest and wrestling with him but he easily pins your wrists to your chest with an evil chuckle and digs into your side with his free hand. You squeal, arching your back and squirming around, letting out uncontrollable giggles. “Stohohohop it steheheheheve!” you kick you legs, shrieking when he lets go of your wrists and uses both hands to slide under your long-sleeved shirt and attack your bare belly.

You threw your head back and cackled, trying to rip his hands away but it was futile. You had made the mistake earlier of taking a few layers off you when you started getting hot from all the running around, so now you had just made it extremely easy for Steve to tickle you senseless.

“STEHEHEVE I CAHAHANT!” You cried, squealing loudly when he moved his ice fingers up to your ribs. His cold fingers expertly dug in between each rib, making the sensation unbearable for you.

“Awww, is it a little cold for you? Huh?” He teased, pouting his lip and using a baby voice to tease you. Your laughter went up an octave as you tried to turn and hide your blush. Steve chuckled at your bubbly state and slipped his hands under your arms, causing you to yelp and press your arms to your sides.

“NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE STEHEVE!” You begged. Steve ignored your protests and began to blow raspberries in the crook of your neck, his cold nose touching behind your ear making you squeal. You couldn’t take this much longer and needed to call for help. “HEHEHELP IHIHTS TOO MUHUHUCH!” You yelled, hoping to catch the attention of anyone on the team. “HELP HE'S CHEATIHIHIHING!” You laugh harder as Steve wiggles his fingers in your belly button, knowing how that drives you crazy.

Finally, Tony looks over to you and sees you getting wrecked by Steve. He chuckles, rolling his eyes before nudging Clint who’s next to him. Clint looks over to where he's pointing and sighs. “Of course.”

“SOMEONE PLEHEHEHEASE! HAHAH!”

Tony tilts his head to the side and sighs dramatically, catching the attention of the team, “Alright; new rules. Everybody go for Steve.” He tutted, everyone quickly bombarding Steve with snowballs.

Steve stops tickling you and grunts, raising his arms up to protect his upper body as he falls to his side, allowing you to escape. You quickly get up in a fit of giggles and run away, diving behind a fort with Nat and Peter. When the team finally stops throwing snow at him, Steve gets up and chases you again.

You shriek when you see him running towards you and you run away. You try to reach Thor again but he quickly catches you and carries you up with one arm while bending down and grabbing some snow, getting his revenge by shoving it down your back. You scream and arch your back, kicking your legs out. “AHH! STOHOHOP ITS COHOHOLD! NOOO!” You squeal.  When Steve gets enough snow under your clothes, he drops you and runs. You growl and get up, shaking out all the remaining snow before jumping behind the nearest fort; which is Tony's.

Tony throws a few more snowballs over his wall before quickly retreating, diving behind and sitting with his back against the wall. He looks at you sideways in all seriousness, panting heavily. “This is more chaotic than the battle of New York.” He spat. You laughed at that, and started to help him make more snowballs.

Just in time, as the team had started to get tired, Pepper rode in on one of the golfcarts to meet you guys and tell you to come in. “Oh, my goodness, you all are covered in snow!” she exclaimed with a surprised smile on her face.

“Yup! It was one hell of a fight.” Clint chuckles.

Pepper hummed and shook her head briefly. “Well I hope you guys had fun, there's hot chocolate waiting inside for all of you so, come back in and warm up.” She says, waving towards home and driving back to the compound. The rest of you all pack up your sweaters and skates, walking back in a group to the compound, talking and laughing amongst each other.

In no time, everyone is joined in the living room around the fireplace, warming up and drinking their hot chocolate. Jarvis turns on the tv and puts on Home Alone, making everybody smile. You're cuddled up on the couch next to Thor, Peter laying on his side on the carpet, and Ruby Anne is cuddled up to Tony, who has an arm around her, rubbing up and down comfortingly. You smile and sigh happily, turning your attention back to the movie, laughing at Harry and Marv’s antics.

[scriptaed]

bygones of the sun. 05 (m)

genre: angst/fluff/smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

pairing: reader x hoseok;

length: 4.3k;

synopsis: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

a/n: a repost of my old fic!

The sun begins to set the minute you stride your way out of the dance room.

“Leaving already?” Keiko asks, looking up in the midst of rummaging through her duffle bag.

You pause, affixed a few feet from the door frame where Taehyung and Jungkook peer in from, “I, um... I have something urgent to do.”

Contrary to most people’s uninterested reactions, she raises both brows in genuine curiosity when Taehyung perks his ears and interjects with a chirp, “what’re you doing? Where are you going? Do you need help?”

“Uh, no,” you blurt out, furrowing your brows and eyeing the ceiling and door and everything but Taehyung’s pure circular and watchful eyes  in an attempt to fabricate some excuse. “I actually… forgot to lock my house.”

“You should hurry on back then,” Keiko grins, and the way only one corner of her lips lifts and a lighthearted laugh tumbles from her lips tells you your excuse might have been adequate in fooling the boys but not her.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later then,” you mumble under your breath with a pressed smile, nodding them goodbye despite seeing the pout adorning Taehyung’s lips. Ducking your head with your eyes glued to the floor, you shuffle in between Taehyung and Jungkook and through the door. Standing on each side of the door frame, you can practically feel their gazes following you as you inch forward step by step, wondering whether they’re staring at the disheveled state of your hair or the poor outfit choice you had thrown on in a hurry—

“Oh? Isn’t that Hoseok’s sweater?”

Shit, you had totally forgotten about it.

You whip your head around to find Jungkook staring at the black sweater which engulfs you from within, and it only takes you a split second and the strike of a hammering heartbeat to dismiss his suspicions, “no. It’s mine.”

“Nah, I don’t think Hoseok would lend her his clothes,” Taehyung waves his hands, “I mean, did you see them scowling at each other yesterday? Plus, it’s not like they’re dating. Right, Y/N?”

Your cheeks burn—imaginably, a bright shade of red—and you can’t help but run your fidgeting hands through your hair.

“Uh...” you hesitantly glimpse at Taehyung who smiles at you from ear to ear with cheeks raised before averting your eyes back to the ground. Technically speaking, you and Hoseok are no where near dating; in fact, the only reason you two are still acquainted is because of a stupid bet you made in the spur of a moment… or at least that’s what you tell yourself, because despite how many times you tell yourself otherwise, you know the reason you accepted his offer stems from curiosity, concern, and guilt over Hoseok’s hiatus as the school’s heartthrob of a dancer. So no, you two aren’t dating. It’s not like Hoseok would want to anyways, especially after hearing you mention the topic he despises the most. “...yeah.”

Jungkook cocks his head and cinches his brows, eyes never leaving the obviously and excessively oversized sweater, “oh, really? Sorry… my bad.”

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head and hastily excuse yourself, “see you later.”

Jungkook slowly nods his head, waving you goodbye as you lower your head and quickly make your departure. And despite verbally dismissing their initial suspicions, you can still feel their piercing gaze boring a hole into the back of your head as they questioningly glance at each other with a shrug of the shoulders.

Of course they’d notice; what were you even thinking when you first threw on this damn curse—albeit warm and comfy—of a sweater?

“Oh? Where are you going, Y/N?” you lift your head to find Jimin striding his way towards you from across the hall.

“Home. I have to do something urgent,” you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your left ear.

Jimin lightly laughs at your reply, nodding his head and passing by you only to turn on his heels right when he does so, “hey, I didn’t want to ask you this in front of the other two in case you got embarrassed, but isn’t that Hoseok’s sweater?”

Your eyes pop as you quickly whirl around to turn your back on Jimin and hide your cheeks which scorches with heat equivalent to blazing flames, because it’s not like his attempt at sparing you from embarrassment makes anything different; in fact, all it does is commence the second round of embarrassment for you. And when you think about all three of the boys noticing your choice of clothing while everything goes unnoticed by Keiko, you conclude the three boys truly are too similar for your own good.

You gulp down the knot in your throat before exclaiming, “for the last time, no!”

“Okay! Have a safe walk home, alright?” he calls out in the midst of his laughs.

Throwing on the hood which indeed belongs to the one and only infamous Jung Hoseok, a fact which flushes overwhelmingly burning blood to your cheeks, especially when you’re bombarded by the scent of clean mint and spice, or rather, the scent of him, you scurry down the halls without another glance back over your shoulder.

But once you’ve scampered out of the building and into the cold, harsh air of the outside, away and hidden from curious eyes of the dwindling numbers of passerbys in the school, and once you’ve taken your final step out of the hall leading to the dance practice room where light seeps through the doors from late night sessions, you find the sun has finally set.

Street lights line and illuminate the sidewalk in its embrace of warm and welcoming hues of golden bronze, providing more than enough safety for you to roam around in the neighborhood, but the hastening of your footsteps and the panicking thoughts flooding through your mind tell you otherwise; after seeing where your careless curiosity and actions had gotten you into with Jimin and the boys, you devise a simple enough plan to complete on your own terms. You have to get home, change into anything but this damn sweatshirt, and get yourself to a state presentable to a boy who’s soon to come barging into your house uninvited—all to be done before Hoseok arrives.

But when you’re pacing down the streets with your arms crossed and your lungs huffing out quickened breaths showcased by the script of the cold, night air, a part of you dreads for the moment when you’re forced to discard yourself of this sweater. Unlike your bare legs, feet, and lips which quiver in the wrath of the freezing night, your arms, chest, and the entirety of your upper body remains wrapped in the warmth of his cotton sweater. As much as you hate to admit it, the scent which radiates from his sweater provides you with an odd sense of home and security as it shelters you from the weather and intermixes with the scent of freshly watered grass and petrichor.

And when you’re lost in your thoughts elicited by the soft, warm fabric of his sweater, you find yourself walking up your driveway when someone’s voice captures your diverted attention.

“About time you arrive!” a familiarly low yet bright voice calls out to you. Lifting your head, your eyes widen and a harsh pang of your heart against your chest floods you with panic as every part of you hopes he doesn’t notice the sweater you have draped over your body. Luckily, his gaze locks with yours, unamused and tired from waiting, and yet glistening ever so slightly at your arrival. With his body leaning against the wall by your door, he crosses his arms and taps his fingers against them like he always does, “so, where were you?”

“Is that any of your business?” you answer, rummaging through the pockets of the sweater to find your door key.

“Wow, sassy right off the bat,” Hoseok chortles, lifting a plastic bag filled with whatever he had brought with him, “and here I am, a gentleman, bringing you, who should’ve been bedridden, some food.”

Waving him off, you scoff at his remark and fumble with the keys until you realize how close he’s standing to you. And no, it isn’t the proximity of his heat radiating off your already burning cheeks that sends you into panic, but it’s the fact that he’s so close to noticing the sweater of his on you and the thought of a smug smile spreading across his lips when he registers the thought of you, who supposedly, and most certainly, despises him, putting on his clothes that causes you to interject when you can practically feel his eyes scanning you up and down.

“Well, at least I know you weren’t out on a date with some other guy,” he laughs, “or at least not with that outfit—”

“I went to the grocery store,” you blurt out, keeping your eyes on the door and your hands clutching the doorknob.

“Uh… huh…” Hoseok hums, head turning and leaning against the door frame only to meet the hood draping over your own head. “And so why are you coming back empty handed?”

Well shit, maybe he isn’t as dull as you thought after all.

“The store was closed,” you mutter.

“...fair enough,” Hoseok stands there in silence, with the exception of his fingers pattering against his gray sweater, each second which ticks by sends your heart racing in suspense. “By the way, why are you all buried up like that? C’mon, you can’t hate me that much, can you?”

“No, it’s possible,” you quip.

He snorts at your response before he coos, “but I haven’t seen your face in a while! I miss you!”

Hoseok’s hand reaches for your hood, his palm placing flat against the top of your head as he gently attempts to nudge it down only to have you stubbornly grabbing both sides of your hood to prevent it from falling; it’s not like you think you look bad per say, but having Hoseok specifically request for a glimpse of you makes you all the more self conscious. You’re sick. Your nose is red from excessive blowing of tissues, your eyes suffer from dark circles, and your hair is too much of a mess to present to others… but the thing is, none of those thoughts crossed your mind when you marched through school just a few minutes ago. So what is the difference now?

The two of you engage in a mini tug of war challenge until suddenly, all movement comes to a halt and you can no longer feel the force of his hand other than having it rest comfortably against the top of your head.

You can hear him smirk, “...hey, isn’t this my sweater?”

And it’s at that moment that you’re almost certain your heart had stopped and you could no longer breathe.

“No,” you mutter under your breath, finally twisting the doorknob and barging through your door. Whirling around, you attempt to slam the door closed before he could enter, but all efforts are fruitless when he skillfully sticks his foot in the small slit between the door and the remaining distance to the door frame.

“No, I’m pretty sure it is,” he erupts into cackles, “are you really going to shut me out of your house because you’re too scared to admit you’re attached to my sweater? Even when I brought you some food, thinking you were sick and not prancing around outside in my clothes?”

You grit your teeth and bury yourself and your reddening cheeks further into the hoodie, your entire body heating up at his teasing, “shut up or I’m going to lock you out.”

“Weren’t you going to do that anyways?” he quips from the other side of the door. You can just imagine the smug smile plastered across his face. “Open up or people will wonder why I’m at your house and I’m just going to have to tell them you stole my sweater from me!”

Whipping the door open, you turn to storm back into your house without sparing another glimpse at Hoseok, “fine, you win. Close and lock the door, will you?”

“Yes, love,” he chirps mockingly and does as you instruct as you roll your eyes.

Plopping down on your couch, you bury yourself under a bundle of bedsheets, covering half your face up until only your eyes can be seen. Hoseok’s heavy footsteps taps against your wooden floor and echoes across your house, and while you usually would scold Junghwa for jumping around in your house so loudly, you can’t help but become entranced by the eloquence of his steps akin to the heavy beats of a song blasting through small speakers of the dance room. And plus, as much as you hate to admit it, you like noticing these small things about Hoseok that others may not get to see.

“So are you ever going to explain to me why you’re wearing my sweater?” he asks, setting the plastic bag hooked on his slender, soft looking fingers onto the coffee table before you and plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Well, are you ever going to tell me why you quit the dance club?”

He pauses, and you can catch him pursing his lips in the corner of your eyes, “...touché. But I didn’t quit, I’m just taking a break.”

“Same thing,” you snort.

“And it’s not like I’m never going to tell you. C’mon, I promised you I’d tell you as long as you don’t fall for me,” he laughs before smirking, “but seeing how you’re already wearing my clothes, I don’t know if I’ll ever have to tell you—”

“Do you want to stay or not?” you groan, burying your face further underneath your blanket as you shut your eyes in sheer embarrassment.

Why does he always love to tease you like this? But despite the fact that your cheeks burn so brightly and your entire body radiates off heat from the increase of blood flow, you take pleasure in being teased by Hoseok. In a way, it makes you two that much closer, somewhat like friends, and somehow you start to wonder if you’re the only one he teases like this. But when you think about it more, you remember he’s known for playing with girls. You can’t let your guard down. Plus, he’s right about this little bet of yours. If you want the answer to your questions, then you’d have to win. And flustering like this is most definitely a step in the wrong direction.

“Fine, I do, I do. I’ll stop teasing now,” he chuckles, hands lifting to the hem of the blanket resting on the bridge of your nose. His knuckles graze against your already burning cheeks, sending blazes of fire across the surface of your skin as you gulp and your heart nearly jumps from your chest. So when he gently tugs on the blanket to tuck underneath your chin, you’re caught off guard and the blanket easily slips from your gripping fingers. And for the first time in a few days, you peer up to lock eyes with his own soft ones, too close for your own good. He gives you that charming lopsided grin of his, “no, really, stop covering yourself with all of that.”

“It’s your fault for not giving me a warning before coming over,” you mumble, barely able to breathe when the two of you speak eye to eye. “My face isn’t even presentable in this state. Sorry if you’re disappointed—”

“No, that’s not what I’m looking for,” he chuckles, cinching his brows at your remark. “I’m telling you to stop covering your face because I’m genuinely worried you’re going to suffocate underneath all that. Aren’t you hot?”

“...not really,” you lie, averting your eyes when the burning of your cheeks only push you closer to brink of sweating right then and there.

“Alright, if you’re too attached to my sweater to take it off, just feel free to say so. I’ll lend you my other clothes if you really want, ow,” he breaks out into a fit of laughs when you punch his arm and turns his wide eyes to meet your glaring ones, “hey, I’m just joking! I’m just trying to convince you to take that damn jacket off! It’s hot as hell in here!”

“But I look like a mess!” you exclaim.

“No, you don’t!” he scoffs in disbelief. “You look damn perfect to me! Now give me this blanket!”

Huffing at his persistence, you remove the hood from your head and throw the blanket off to the side. A rush of cold air brushes against your bare skin and relieves it from the previous heat of your sheets. Hoseok’s right, he could see right through you, because you really were dying underneath all of those sheets and clothing. And so of course, you cross your arms and refuse to admit it, but that doesn’t stop him from widening his eyes in surprise before smugly smiling to himself in triumph.

“See? Your hair looks effortlessly perfect. Your bare face is as breathtaking as ever. You look great, so stop hiding that pretty face of your from me, alright?” he quickly says, turning away to occupy himself with the contents of bags.

His sweet words come to him so naturally that you’re not sure if you should be ashamed of yourself for being touched. And even though your heart skips at his endless compliments, it’s impossible to deny the juxtaposition of the drop in your stomach when you realize you were looking for more of a reaction. What exactly were you looking for? Were you hoping his jaws would drop and all air would be knocked from his lungs at the mere sight of you? Aren’t you falling too quickly for his way with words and dancing yourself right into the palm of his hands?

“So why’re you here?” you take a deep breath and sigh.

“To feed my sick girlfriend,” he dips a plastic spoon into the bowl of congee, blows gently across the steam which evaporates into the air, and brings it to your lips.

You roll your eyes, “don’t call me that. We’re not even dating.”

“Aren’t we technically dating? Open up, love,” Hoseok furthermore teases, a snicker coming from his lips as he pushes the spoon against your closed lips. “Ahhh. Or are you going to be a baby and need me to pretend this is an airplane?”

“I have a cold. It’s not like I don’t have arms or some—”

—in goes the spoon.

“Good girl,” Hoseok coos, removing the spoon from your lips and returning it to the bowl of congee.

You hate to say it, but the entire situation and vibe he gives off would’ve given anyone, including you, the wrong impression. Here he is, a casual gray sweater and mustard colored snapback thrown on backwards in a haste to meet you, someone he’s supposedly seeing all for a silly bet, and feeding you some homemade food to his sick pretend girlfriend. Everything about him, his teasing, and the warm atmosphere of tonight screams of more than a fake relationship. But does he notice it? Does he notice the change in the air? The fact that he’s acting so damn casual and calm around you in your own house angers you all the more. Glimpsing back over his shoulder, he only laughs at your silent death glare.

“What?” he raises a brow.

“Nothing,” you mutter. Quick, think of something to get back at him. “Do you want to attend your club’s annual spring boot camp?”

“First off,” Hoseok frowns, placing the spoon back into the bowl and leaning back into the couch, “it’s not my club. Second, no, I don’t.”

“Why not?” you question, brows furrowing. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, a part of you still longs for the day Hoseok returns to the stage, and the bootcamp sounds perfect for that. “Jimin says they’re completely behind schedule and they don’t know what to do without their dance captain.”

“They’ll be fine. They can ask Keiko anyways,” he deadpans, glimpsing at you before adding, “Keiko’s our last dance captain.”

“...Keiko?” you repeat. It’s dumb for this to finally reoccur to you, but you had totally forgotten how Hoseok had first asked you out on a date due to a bet he had made with his own friends. You’re just a pawn in the midst of his plans in acquiring feelings from his ultimate goal. “...do you still talk to her?”

He quirks a brow, “not particularly.”

Odd. A contradiction to Keiko’s words. One of them had to be lying, and if you’re being fair, Hoseok is the more likely one.

“Just wondering, but do you ever regret quitting dance? Don’t you regret letting people down? Or is there anyone you wish you had gotten to know better?” you gulp when the words slip from you before you could take them back. “People from the club? People who were going to join the club?”

He glances at you with a raised brow before turning away to stare at the window absent of the usual sunlight flooding through across the two of you. “No. It’s not like I remember every single member.”

That’s a lie. As people had fawned over him for, he always knew the name of every single member.

“I don’t miss having people watching me dance. I don’t miss the stage.”

Another lie.

“I don’t miss trying so hard to recruit new members only to be turned down when they don’t show up the next day at practice,” Hoseok mutters, and you’re pierced with a sense of guilt. Is he alluding to you…? Does he remember you? Does he remember the fateful night you two had spent together only to let him come crashing down the next day? Or were you just one of many? “...but I do wonder where she went.”

She?

“Who—”

 “But let’s not talk about that anymore,” he gives you a small, lopsided smile, “you promised me, after all.”

Ah, something about his smile irks you to the point that your chest aches and your guts twist in pain. His smile. It isn’t genuine. It isn’t as genuine as it used to be. 

Hoseok chuckles in the midst of the silence, “actually… come to think of it, I did give you a warning. I texted you fifteen minutes before coming over. Why didn’t you reply?”

Looking over his shoulder, he finds you staring at him in silence. Hoseok quirks a brow at the parting of your lips that fails to utter a single explanation.

“...I didn’t receive your texts,“ you blink and he reciprocates your blank stare.

“Oh, really?” Hoseok raises a brow, eyes trailing to the coffee table where your phone lies.

Your phone.

Hoseok.

Your phone.

Hoseok.

Glimpsing between your phone and Hoseok, you immediately spring forward in a vain attempt to retrieve your device, for when you’re up and on your feet, you realize your phone is right in Hoseok’s hands. Raising his hands up above his head and high into the air where you fail to reach despite numerous jumps, Hoseok takes his own phone from his pocket to dial in your number.

And sure enough, his number and contact name pops up on your screen.

“Ew, Hoseok?!” he exclaims, mouth gaping at the name you had given him on your phone. “When did you change this because last time I remember it was just Hoseok?!”

“I changed it because it more accurately portrays my feelings towards you, hmph,” you stick your tongue out at him and snatch your phone back.

“Says the one wearing my sweater!”

“Hey, you promised you’d stop!”

“Then change it!” he exclaims.

The two of you wrestle around, tugging and pulling and pushing every which way in an attempt to win over the phone. But alas, as fate has it, the phone somehow flies off into the air across the room and the two of you collapse back onto the couch—you underneath Hoseok and Hoseok over you.

He’s too close. His nose just an inch from grazing against yours and his lips just a couple of inches from meeting yours. His eyes gaze right down and straight into your own wide ones, except his is unfazed. You gulp. You can feel his heat radiating off his body and onto yours, his hands by your each side of your head and holding him up from collapsing onto you. His heavy, mint scented breathing brushes across your lips, sending tingles down your spine, and his usual deodorant overwhelming you in a cloud of a dazed moment.

“Come to think of it…” he says, not budging a single inch. “You do look strikingly familiar…”

Your eyes pop open and he smirks in reaction, leaning in closer and closer by the second. Is he really going in for it...? You panic for what to do before your instincts calls for you to place a hand against his chest and push him away, “get off me already!”

Lifting his cap to run a hand through his hair and reposition his snapback, he chuckles and leans over to grab another spoonful of congee, “I was just joking around. It’s not like I was actually gonna kiss you or anything. Now finish this food or you’re wasting my efforts.”

He might’ve been joking around about the kiss, but something tells you he’s not quite joking around about the remark which slipped from his lips unknowingly.

And just like that, you spend the rest of your day with Hoseok. Teasing, laughing, smacking, and just being the two polar opposites that you are akin to the sun and the moon until the day ends the second the clock strikes midnight.

[joshua-flipping-washington]

EllieDina Week - Day 7: Infinite.

Oh man, I can't believe that- Well, yesterday was technically the last day! But I still can't believe that the week is over. I had such a blast, getting to write something for an entire week. One thing for each day, it really brought back my motivation. And- It showed me how creative and talented the community truly is! I was introduced to so many phenomenal new artists and writers because of this event.

Rating: Teens and up.

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Ellie was stood up at the front of the church in Jackson, she grimaced at the feeling of her palms sweating and she wiped them off on her pants. She had no clue why she was so nervous, perhaps it was because she wasn't religious and she was going to marry Dina in a church? That couldn't be the reason, that would be dumb. She'd be over the moon even if their wedding was held in a dumpster, as long as she got to marry the woman she loved, it didn't matter at all.

They had been unable to find Ellie a SUITable tux for the wedding, so she was wearing her best looking flannel and a pair of brand new jeans. Ellie hadn't had the chance to see Dina yet, apparently it was some kind of rule before Outbreak Day. And for some reason, everyone in Jackson was insistent on her following that to a T. Ellie had grumbled under her breath, not to pleased about having not seen Dina in over sixteen hours.

JJ had popped by when Ellie was getting dressed, she had smiled upon seeing his arrival. " Hey, Spud! What have you been up to? " She said as she scooped him up and spun him around. He giggled and squealed in excitement, though he was happy when he was set down. Ellie reached out and grabbed his shoulder to steady him. He grinned and happily shared with her what he had been doing, and where he had been. " I was visiting Mama! Aunt Maria says you aren't allowed to know how she looks. "

JJ seemed very puzzled by the entire thing, but he had excitedly spent time with Ellie until he was called out to get ready for the wedding reception, he was going to be their ring bearer. And he had been taking the job very seriously, practicing all the time leading up to the date of the wedding.

Ellie tugged at the collar of her shirt, man was it surprisingly hot for the time of year it was. She turned her attention to the center isle, watching as some of the kids excitedly rushed up, tossing flower petals as they went. Stopping to stand on their respective sides.

The kids of the town had been so excited about the news of Ellie and Dina getting married, so of course Dina and that big heart of hers couldn't say no to the children asking if they could toss the flowers. God, Ellie loved her with every fiber of her being.

Ellie's heart rate accelerated as everyone in the church pews began to stand up, her green eyes grow wide in awe and her jaw nearly drops, her throat feels raw with emotions as she takes in the sight of Dina, who is smiling brightly like the goddess that she is- Walks down the aisle, being lead by Jesse's father.

She's wearing a burgundy colored dress, with black and gold accents. Ellie had never even thought about that color combination looking so good, but seeing Dina in it convinced her. Dina was absolutely stunning, that sparkle in her brown eyes as she stops in front of Ellie says it all. " Hey. " Dina says softly.

Ellie cleared her throat and smiled at Dina. " Hey, I missed you, babe. You look- Fuck me, you look absolutely stunning. " Dina was the only one who could pull words like that out of Ellie's mind.

Dina smirked in amusement and teasingly winked at Ellie, finding absolute joy in the way her face grew flushed. " Oh, in a rush are we? We still have to get married, goober. But let's save that talk for later. "

They both grew quiet at the sound of their sons little feet, tearing up the isle with a string of giggles. The rings bouncing wildly as he comes to a halt in front of them. " Mama! Mom! I got the rings! " He announced in a delighted tone, earning a few chuckles from the congregation.

Dina laughs softly and smiles down at him. " Good job, bud! You are such a smart little guy. " She ruffled his hair, watching as he goes and stands where he was told, still beaming with pride.

The wedding commences right on time, the pastor going through the motions of what had been discussed with him. There is a mixture of Jewish traditions, like the breaking of a glass. And some things that were apparently common in a wedding back when people still had them.

Ellie crouches down slightly, taking the rings carefully from the pillow JJ was holding. She smiles as she hands Dina hers, her mind is racing and her heart is hammering heavily.

They both slip the rings on one another's finger when they were given the go-ahead, they didn't exchange any vows. Not in front of people, they didn't need to prove that they loved and cared about each other in front of everyone else. All that they had been through signified that, how far they had come.

" I now pronounce you, wife- And, uhh wife. You may now kiss the bride. " The pastor said, clearly not ever having married two women before.

Ellie chuckles softly, gently cupping Dina's cheek with her hand. She leans forward slightly, her breath tickling Dina's nose as she whispered. " Don't mind if I do. " She pressed her lips to Dina's, sharing a passionate kiss with her wife. Ellie wrapped her arms around Dina and dipped her, unable to hold back the laugh that escaped her mouth at JJ's enthusiastic clapping, his claps actually covered up the applause from all the others.

Ellie picked Dina back up, a fond smile on her lips, her arm wrapped around Dina's waist. " Y'know, I like him like this. He isn't yet disgusted by our love and affection for one another. "

Dina smiled and gently brushed her hand over Ellie's cheek, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. " Yeah, we are still lucky for now it seems. Unfortunately, he will probably grow out of that and get embarrassed of us. "

Ellie snickered to herself. " JJ is going to have a hell of a time bringing people around when he gets older, guaranteed. " She just meant that they would one hundred percent embarrass him with their love for each other when he attempts to bring a crush home with him.

Dina lightly slapped her wife's arm as JJ came rushing up to them, they both crouched down and pulled him into a tight hug. " You did so awesome, Spud! Proud of ya! " JJ beamed happily, his toothy grin brightening up their world. " Now we are a family. " He said softly, nuzzling his head against his mothers'.

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The dinner and party that is held after the wedding goes on for quite some time. Everybody is laughing and singing, chatting and dancing. The music is soft, yet loud. And it reminds Ellie of the night her and Dina shared their first kiss. The same type of lights are strung up, illuminating the dance floor.

Ellie stands near the counter, her gaze almost blank as she stares straight ahead. Her mind begins to run as all the events that followed began coming to life in her mind. She dropped her head with a gasp, and placed her hands over her ears. No- She hadn't done this in a long time, this was supposed to be their new beginning, she was supposed to be making new memories.

Dina had been talking with Maria, JJ latched to her side like a little monkey. When she glanced around the room for a second, her eyes zeroed in on Ellie, hands clasped over her ears, eyes glazed over and wet with tears. She excuses herself and rushes over to Ellie's side. Gently placing a hand on her face. " Ellie, Ellie I need you to come back to me. Come back to me, El. Our son wants to dance with his mom. "

She gently brushes her fingers through Ellie's hair, whispering softly to her until she was able to pull her out of it. " El, you are home, babe. With me and JJ, we are here. We love you and you are safe. " She repeated this as long as she had to, until the light returned to Ellie's eyes and she dropped her hands slowly.

Ellie looked at Dina with guilt written all over her face. " I'm… I'm sorry, Di- I don't know what… I've been doing so good, that… Hasn't happened in months. " Dina can see that Ellie is on the verge of tears, so she gently takes hold of her hand. " Ellie, I'm not upset with you. These things- They happen sometimes. To the best of us, it doesn't mean you've undone every single ounce of work you've come through. I'm so proud of you, and I just want you to be okay. " She placed a gentle kiss to Ellie's lips.

Carefully pulling her by the hand, she leads her out of the church after saying a quick thank you and goodbye to everyone as a whole.

Ellie looked at Dina with confusion, she really had screwed things up. They were supposed to dance and enjoy the wedding party. " What are we doing? What about- "

Dina shook her head and handed JJ over to Ellie. The other woman grunts slightly from the sudden added weight. " Ellie, we can dance together as a family. "

It's hard to argue when your wife looks so excited at the thought, who cared if it wasn't in front of a crowd. Wasn't that how she preferred it, anyway?

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They soon reached their humble little home, it was no farm house. But it had two stories, and was just the perfect size for their family of three.

Ellie set JJ down on his feet as soon as they stepped inside the house, the boy excitedly followed after Dina as she went to the record player and put on a record for them to dance to.

Ellie smiled faintly at Dina as she grabbed hold of JJ and started dancing with him. He was practically bouncing up and down in excitement as they grooved their way over to her. She gasped as Dina grabbed onto her hand and pulled her into a loving embrace, gently swaying to the music that didn't fit at all. JJ stood on Ellie's converse clad feet, and swayed with them. Her hands holding onto his small one's so he wouldn't fall.

The three of them danced until they couldn't dance anymore, and what that meant was they danced until it was time for JJ to go to bed.

" I'll put him down, babe. " Ellie said as she scooped up a tired JJ from on their couch, she carried him upstairs and helped him get ready for bed. " I love you, mom. " He said softly, drifting off to sleep easily, very worn out from the events of the day.

Ellie slowly walked back down the stairs, surprised to see Dina standing in the middle of their living room, gently swaying to the music and humming to herself. She smiles as she approaches Dina, and wraps her arms around her from behind. Swaying to the music with her, their bodies in sync.

A smile grows on Dina's face, and she turns around in Ellie's embrace. Bringing her own hands up and wrapping them around Ellie's shoulders, letting her head rest against her chest as they swayed to the music. Her brown eyes were filled with so much love for the girl in front of her. " I think that this- Right here, is the start to our forever. I love you, El. "

Ellie's eyes well up with tears and she laughs softly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Dina's head. " I… I believe that you are right, this moment… And all the one's after. We are stronger together. I love you, Dina. Thanks for allowing me to prove myself, time and time again. "

[regrettablewritings]

Preference: What Strange Being Are They? II

Characters: Victor Stone, Harley Quinn, Erik the Phantom, Nevada Ramirez, **Surprise Character**

Victor Stone - Simulacrum

The proper term, as he saw it, was simulacrum: An image or representation of someone or something. That was the more proper term. But in Victor’s mind, ordealed and pulled every which way but up, it meant something just as contorted as his form had become: An imitation of something else that may or may not have ever even existed. A collection of broken pieces, cobbled together to look like something familiar, all the while lacking in its qualities enough to make it abundantly clear that no, this was no longer what someone knew. Or maybe they never knew him to begin with.

In layman’s terms, Frankenstein’s monster.

Then again, he supposed the term “cyborg” was not entirely incorrect. There were, after all, traces of his organic self still present, albeit restricted to the face. But there was almost a sense of struggle in that title to him. A sense of denial. Simulacrum might have hurt, but at least, to him, it was honest.

But Silas Stone preferred to call him his son. And Victor called that ignorantly optimistic. After all: What sort of father drags his son back from the cusp of a peaceful passing, utilizing otherworldly means to reassemble him nerve by metallic nerve until he no longer resembled the boy he remembered himself being? A father too driven, Victor decided. One whose own dreams and memories had become a simulacra in and of themselves: They became so distorted, that they no longer resembled reason or reality.

And as far as Victor was concerned, he’d paid the price.

He kept to himself, reserving night time as the only time he could wander the streets of Gotham to himself — but just barely. There was only so much hiding a flimsy hoodie from his time at Gotham U could provide. But still: Technically speaking, he was safe. Monstrous, perhaps, but safe. Safe from wandering eyes, safe from judgement over what he’d lost and since become, safe from . . . Well, life. He was perfectly content living a simulation of life, in fact.

But what he wasn’t prepared or safe from was that fateful night he met you, unafraid and completely real. Well, if anything, you were real curious . . .

Harley Quinn - Succubus

Nobody talks about what happens when you starve a succubus. Mainly because the belief is that the only way to starve a succubus is to deny her, ahem, intimacy. And while this certainly wasn’t an untruth in most cases, the case that was Harley Quinn was a rather . . . unconventional one. Well, as unconventional as anything concerning a succubus could be.

For one, she had adapted her needs to better suit her environment. She had to: If she relied solely on just physical intimacy alone, she would have died long, long ago. After all, The One That Shan’t Be Named seemed to make it a point of starving her of all the resources she could possibly siphon energy from. Eventually, it came to a point where she simply had to learn how to consume energy from other means: Attention; the glances of lustful men and women; affections. Little, teeny, tiny sources that paled in comparison to the full-course meal she might’ve gotten before. But it was better than starving, and she needed to get by in this world however she could.

Not only because she quite liked some bits and pieces of this side of the veil, but also because in the end, she simply wasn’t as powerful as she once was. She still carried some of her paranormal traits with her (minor dream-walking, enhanced agility, etc), but it definitely wasn’t enough to drag her back to whence she came. Not that she wanted to.

She’d become rather fond of the den of sin that was Gotham City. And, to her own surprise, she had become rather fond of you, the poor newbie that foolishly agreed to her Craigslist ad for a new roommate. But then again, she was far more than old enough to know better; why be shocked? After all, you were so, so warm when compared to every other person she’d endured in such close proximity in the past. Much sweeter, much more . . . Deliciously innocent . . .

Erik the Phantom - Fossegrim

Fossegrims are, at least when compared to most other water spirits, rather on the benevolent side. They weren’t like sirens, using their musical gifts to lure people in to a watery grave -- at least, not normally. It was that they much preferred to enchant without malicious intent, plucking at their harp strings or sliding bows across their fiddles to produce ensorcelling sounds of the wind in the forest, the chorus of rushing water resonating in every note. It was just simply not in their nature to be especially malevolent.

At their worst, they were very particular: Even at their most agreeable, there was always a caveat of sorts.

If a fossegrim were to agree to live with a human partner, for example, he needed to have free and regular contact with a water source, lest he grow dire. And if a fossegrim were to offer his tutelage for the fiddle to someone, they would need to participate in a very particular ritual that included stolen mutton, a white he-goat, and a lot of Thursdays.

(And even if one were to succeed at this, they would be faced with a most . . . unorthodox means of being “trained”. Once again, nothing done in malice, but surely there had to be a cleaner way.)

Erik personally did not stick as strictly to these circumstances as others of his kind might -- really, he saw little point in it. After all: Who would come wandering in a watery cavern, and searching for a fossegrim’s teachings, no less! No, he had grown used to his solitude, if bitterly so. He told himself that he was more than happy to live out his naturally long life, secluded, playing beautiful pieces that would remain suffocated beneath whatever structure had gone up above his cove. He almost dared to think it a pity . . . Until one day, a visitor arrived.

And you came bearing a gift: Not a he-goat, nor stolen mutton. You hadn’t come bearing meat of any kind at all! All you carried with you as you clumsily paddled your small boat was a ring: An heirloom, old and dingy, but precious nonetheless. It was all you could offer him that equated to your desire to learn by his hand.

It perplexed the fossegrim. But it also filled him with something . . . warm. Bright, even. Pride. After all, who was he to disappoint such a humble, obedient student. . .?

Nevada Ramirez - Vampire

Vampires: Creatures of fear and woe. They lurked in the shadows, the particulars of their lore transforming about as much as they themselves could. Feeding off the fears of the common folk, draining their energy while all the while enticing their prey closer and closer still.

The transformation fit Nevada like a glove.

And, like a fashionable, leather glove befitting as his aesthetic, he wore it all with style. And perhaps a bit too much glee. Vampires, as it turned out, weren’t just day-dwelling bloodsuckers after all: The great thing about living in a city so varied as New York was that it allowed for evolution and strange mixes to occur. Nevada lucked out: He’d been vampirically sired by a strain that could eat human food, go out in daylight, weren’t effected by crucifixes, and didn’t require an invitation to enter a goddamn building.

The catches, unfortunately, were as followed: Food no longer tasted as vibrant; he could go about his day but with powers limited so drastically that he may as well have been another lowly-ass mortal; bullets were still a big no-no (unless he was the one shooting ‘em); and whether he liked it or not, he still required blood to properly get by. And as disappointed by the food situation as he was, he considered that of the blood a proportionate gain: Blood, Nevada found out, was far more varied when spiced with hormones.

His club made for a perfect den, a place where prey of all sorts could walk in, gyrate themselves into a frenzy, then come crawling over to him (the most minimum of efforts on the part of his pheromones) and offer to him their bodies without even knowing the true nature of what he wanted of them. And for a while, it worked like a charm.

Until Nevada realized he’d never quite had a taste of you, yet. You, with your wide and innocent eyes, cheeks burning whenever you saw him staring at you from the VIP section.

Sure, excitement from arousal was tasty. But the undead gang leader couldn’t help but wonder what the taste of excitement from nervousness tasted like . . .

Lucifer Morningstar - Human

They are without particularly long lives. They are born helpless and remain so much longer than most creatures on Earth do. And yet, it is amazing and strange how much humans can pack into their lives.

Take, for example, one Lucifer Morningstar: He’d changed his name from [Redacted] to better suit the image he wanted, which was that of a walking spectacle. And if his name weren’t enough, everything else he did surely was: The wealth he accrued through mysterious means; the successful nightclub on the LA strip that he owned; an immortal bed life; and a tapestry of connections he’d made by pulling favors. All topped with a devilishly handsome face to boot!

If Lucifer ever had a goal, it was to live it up and/or go to Hell in a hand basket trying.

Which was probably why he wasn’t one to shy away from hosting a little large get-together at Lux for Halloween. And by get-together, Lucifer clarified on social media: They would, in fact, be holding a seance and summoning. After all, what sexier way to embrace the taboo of darkness than to play around with the veil as though it were part of a dress-up game? It was too good an opportunity to miss out on, as any good attention-whore businessperson would tell you.

Unfortunately, for as lucky as Lucifer tended to be, he still bore upon his shoulders multiple flaws. Human flaws. Such as the flaw of not exactly doing research and providing a thorough vetting process when it came to hiring the “performer” who would be commencing the seance and summoning.

This was LA, after all: He probably could just pluck any rando off the street and get a good show out of it. He wasn’t even sure where he pulled this rando from (chances were, he was buzzed and/or high while doing so), but he couldn’t argue with the results of a crowd bewildered by the surprisingly realistic smoke effects and lights flickering. Though he had to admit: They could’ve put you in better demonic makeup for when the lights settled and you stood there, having suddenly “appeared” in the previously-drawn pentagram.

Still, you were cute enough: He supposed if he played his cards right, flirted with you in the usual Lucifer way, then perhaps his Halloween night might be filled with many tricks and treats yet! So he found himself perplexed when you continued to act confused and thrown off, even after the “performer” had finished their routine and left.

Wait, weren’t you supposed to be with them? How did you even get in here? Why do you keep asking how you got here, or if you got stuck in another person’s Hell, or -- . . . Oh. Oh, shit.

As a human, Lucifer was intent on filling his life to the brim with as much story and experiences as possible. But sometimes, there are just some things humans -- even ones like Lucifer -- shouldn’t dabble with . . .

[365days365movies]

April 11, 2021: Tootsie (1982) (Recap)

To be clear, I like Dustin Hoffman.

I can’t exactly claim that I’ve seen him in a lot of his most iconic roles, but I’m planning on fixing that this year for sure! On my to-watch list this year and beyond is Midnight Cowboy, Kramer vs. Kramer, Stranger Than Fiction, and Marathon Man at the very least.

But that’s not to say I haven’t seen him in other iconic roles of his, of course. Fun fact: I actually tried to do this project in 2019, and it...didn’t work. But, one of the films I watched that year was one of Hoffman’s most iconic dramatic films: Rain Man.

Oh, and by the way, that movie is not about an autistic man. Or, rather, it’s not based on a man diagnosed with one of the autism spectrum disorders. Instead, he actually most likely had a genetic disorder called FG syndrome, unrelated to the spectrum disorders. Ironic, since Hoffman’s character was the pop-cultural depiction of autism that people STILL refer to quite often, and quite inaccurately. But, obviously, that’s not Hoffman’s fault, and he was good in the movie, to be fair.

I grew up with him in Hook, as the pirate captain himself (I still do his laugh sometimes, it’s weird, I know). He had an underappreciated starring role in one of my favorite guilty-pleasure films, Outbreak (I fucking love that movie, and I’m not ashamed to admit that). He was in Finding Neverland, but I just forgot about that until I looked up his filmography to write this intro. And, of course...Master Shifu.

So, yeah, I actually DO like Dustin Hoffman, despite the fact that his role in The Graduate wasn’t stellar for me. Just seemed kinda miscast, and a little too awkward to be even slightly sympathetic. Then again, he wasn’t really meant to be, so maybe Hoffman was the perfect choice. Even then, he still acted well in it.

And anyway, I watched that movie for two major reasons. One, it was on my list of films to see, and TWO: it was a lead-up to the ACTUAL Hoffman film I wanted to watch this month: Tootsie. After all, I just watched rom-com Some Like It Hot, and if you’ve looked at me schedule, you know what film is coming next. So, this one fits in my planned schedule. Why? Well...there’s a theme.

Yup. I actually picked these movies for a reason. See, here’s the thing: this is a repeated trope in comedies, and I’ve always wondered whether or not it’s...problematic. But, much to my surprise with Some Like It Hot, they actually used the situation to comment on the female experience. I mean, not necessarily really well, but they tried at the very least. And for a film from 1959, that ain’t bad!

Which isn’t to say that it’s entirely clean, of course, but it was far better than I’d expected. So, if 1959 did that OK, how did 1982 do? Let’s find out, shall we?

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Michael Dorsey (Dustin Hoffman) is an acting coach, as well as being an actor himself. However, he’s not the most successful actor, as he keeps attempting to audition for pieces, only to get refused for nebulous reasons, or refuses them when he disagrees with the director. He might want to take his own advice, for the record.

In the meantime, he works in a restaurant with Jeff Slater (Bill Murray), a playwright and roommate. That night, the night of his birthday, he spends time with an actress friend, Sandy Lester (Teri Garr), and also hits on the majority of women there that night.

As the party concludes, and various people go home, Sandy is abandoned by her date, and Michael offers to take her home. She breaks down crying, and Michael guesses that she’s upset about an upcoming audition. He gives her some coaching advice, and manages to get her to produce the correct emotion for the role. Afraid that she’ll lose it without him, he agrees to accompany her to the audition and enrage her. It’s very funny.

That morning, however, she IMMEDIATELY gets kicked out of the audition, as she wasn’t right for the part. However, when he goes to help her by speaking with an actor on the show, he finds out that the actor is off the show, and is instead getting a part that MICHAEL was supposed to get. Now enraged himself, he goes to speak with his agent, George Fields (Sydney Pollack), and the two have a tense conversation. It’s revealed that because of his difficult nature, he has a terrible reputation in acting circles, and literally nobody will hire him.

Challenge accepted.

Now dressed up as a woman named “Dorothy Michaels”, he goes back to the audition that passed on Sandy. Like her, he’s also immediately rejected by the director, Ron Carlisle (Dabney Coleman), who insists that she’s too “gentile” for the part of a hospital administrator. This causes “Dorothy” to go off, in a righteous monologue that accuses Ron for conflating power with masculinity. Which...yeah, he totally is, and DAMN, it’s a good tell-off!

Producer Rita Marshall (Doris Belack) agrees, and invites “Dorothy” to read for the part. He comes in to read, and in the process meets Julie Nichols (Jessica Lange), to whom he’s IMMEDIATELY attracted. He brushes that off, and the audition commences. From there, he gets the part, which is a regular part on a soap opera called Southwest General.

Now fully invested in the dumbest idea anybody’s ever had, “Dorothy” goes to her agent and tells him the ridiculous news, and asks for $1000 to go shopping for more clothing. Back at their apartment, Michael speaks to Jeff about the whole situation. He notes that he’s doing this to get the money for his play in Syracuse, which requires $8000 to produce.

Sandy is to be cast in this play, which is an issue, as they now need to explain where the money came from, as it’s technically from the part that SHE was refused for, which would hurt her feelings. He lies and says that the money’s from a deceased relative. While in her place, and while she’s in the shower, he decides to try on some of her clothes to get ideas for Dorothy. But when she walks in on him, he lies AGAIN and says that he’s sexually attracted to her. And she reciprocates IMMEDIATELY, which leads to an unintended relationship.

On the set, “Dorothy” finds out that he’ll be kissing John Van Horn (George Gaynes), an older actor who’s clearly a bit past his prime, and makes it a point to kiss every actress on the set when they start on the show. Gross. Michael agrees, and when the scene comes, he improvises and has his character (Emily) hit the doctor instead.

While the director (who’s a DICK, by the way) notes the improvisation, he approves of it, while also discouraging any similar actions in the future, and calling her “toots”. “Dorothy” takes it, rather than talks back. John compliments her on the improvisation, and then kisses “Dorothy” anyway, much to Michael’s shock!

We also find out that Julie, who plays a nurse on the show, is dating director Ron. Later on, though, Michael observes him making out with another actress on stage. Shortly after this, Julie invites “Dorothy” to dinner at her place, which is eagerly accepted. At dinner, we find out that Julie has a young daughter and that her relationship with Ron is...not stellar.

They have a discussion about being a woman in the ‘80s, and the complexities inherent in that concept, which is an interesting theme of this movie! Gotta say, this is a more socially-conscious version of Some Like It Hot, and I really like that! But the conversation is cut short when Michael realizes that he’d promised dinner with Sandy that night, and leaves in a hurry.

Dinner with Sandy is awkward, as Sandy is...Sandy is a lot, to be honest. But, she tells Michael that the woman hired in her stead on the soap opera (who is, of course, Michael himself), is written as a wimp, rather than tough as intended, and that she should change that. Michael agrees, and actively goes against the script to make the character of Emily far tougher. and essentially a feminist.

While this causes some grief to Ron and Rita at first, Dorothy Michaels soon becomes a massively successful and popular actress on the show, and her popularity absolutely explodes. Michael’s wrapped up in the success of Dorothy Michaels, and thinks that she might be able to branch outside of the role of the soap opera. Which is difficult, as his agent points out, because of the simple fact that Michael is...well, Michael.

At a party that his agent invites him to, Michael meets Julie AS MICHAEL. He uses a line on her that she’d mentioned before to Dorothy, only to be met with a drink to the face. Which is fair, as the line was about being honest about wanting to have sex with her, so I get it.

On the set soon afterwards, we see that the show is becoming more progressive, allowing Julie’s nurse character to stand up to John’s chief doctor character. After the scene is done, the director once again calls Dorothy “toots” instead of her real name, and Dorothy absolutely snaps back at him, and rightfully so! In response, Julie goes and invites Dorothy to a weekend in the country, on her father’s farm. Despite some rebuke from Jeff for lying to Sandy AND Julie, Michael as “Dorothy” goes on the trip.

This, by the way, is an excellent time to mention that this film is exuding some real strong, uh, vibes. You know...alphabet mafia vibes. Like, it’s definitely there, heavily leaning towards Julie. Obviously, “Dorothy” is actually the heterosexual Michael, but that’s not helping, just saying. And there’s literally (and absolutely obviously) nothing wrong with that, but it’s so strong at this point that it’s hard to ignore.

On the farm, “Dorothy” meets Les Nichols (Charles Durning), Julie’s lonely and genuinely nice father, if a bit old-fashioned in his views on gender politics. He’s also got the hots for “Dorothy”, which is funny-but-awkward as shit. That night, Julie tells “Dorothy” some very personal things about her dreams as a child, which is a genuinely very sweet scene. And can I just say, that this movie is both funny and quite heartfelt? I love it! Also, again, the vibes...THE VIBES.

Meanwhile, the popularity of “Dorothy” continues to skyrocket, to the frustration of director Ron, but to the delight of producer Rita, who decides to extend her contract with the soap opera by a full year! Oh FUCK! Realizing what the hell he’s gotten himself into, Michael calls his agent, who tells him that it was in his contract, meaning he’s basically fucked.

Jeff also tries to help hi, out of it, to no avail. Just then, though, they get a call from Julie, looking for “Dorothy”. She’s been having her doubts about her relationship with Ron, and she realizes that she’s been settling for Ron and other men like him. And Dorothy’s inspired her to be a better person, and to be honest with others and with herself. Fuckin’ OOF.

Just then, Ron arrives, allowing them some alone time, as Julie is getting ready for their night out. In the process, “Dorothy” reveals that she knows about his indiscretions with other women. Ron proceeds to use the EXACT SAME EXCUSE that Michael used to excuse his lies to Sandy, and it’s well-executed! Good job, writers, that’s pretty awesome.

“Dorothy” promises to watch Julie’s daughter for the night, which proves a bit of an issue, but he works it out. Julie returns later on, having broken up with Ron. Another heart-to-heart ensues, but this one is concluded with a revelation that Julie is lonely, despite the fact that she appreciates Dorothy’s influence and friendship. And then, "Dorothy” tries to kiss Julie. OH

Yeah, Julie’s not exactly chuffed about this as, despite a LOT of “Sappho and her friends” vibes, she doesn’t actually swing that way. “Dorothy” tries to explain, but this is interrupted by a call from Julie’s dad! He asks her out on a date that night, and “Dorothy” accepts. On said date, he FUCKIN’ PROPOSES TO HER! She promises to think about it, and takes the fuck OFF.

And to continue the parade of “Fuck me, I guess” that marching down Michael Street, who should show up at the apartment but John, from the show! Having followed her home the previous night (YIKES BUDDY), he literally serenades her outside of the apartment window, before “Dorothy” lets him in. It’s there that he reveals he’s MADLY in lust with her, and it’s HILARIOUSLY awkward. Thankfully, just as John is forcing himself on her, Jeff walks in on them, interrupting John’s actions, and causing him to leave in shame.

AND FUCKING THEN, after all of that, Sandy arrives at the apartment to find out why Michael’s not returned her phone calls. And Sandy’s a lot, sure, but all of her concerns are completely valid and legitimate. And despite Michael’s impressive ability to lie, he tells her the truth: he’s in love with another woman. Which she absolutely freaks the fuck out about, but whatever, not like Michael doesn’t deserve that.

Having had it with all the drama around Dorothy’s life, he goes to his agent and hilariously recounts to him the whole series of events that’s taken place. Still struggling to find a way to get out of the situation, he goes to work the next day, for an awkward conversation with Julie. She thanks Dorothy for inspiring her to be true to herself, which cuts DEEP, but still says that they shouldn’t spend time together anymore.

Producer Rita arrives with news: the erasure of a reel of footage has forced them to shoot a scene live. Said scene involves a party being thrown for Dorothy’s characters, putting her in the starring role. And THAT is when Michael takes his chance. Dorothy improvises a monologue about Emily’s REAL past, as a twin who tragically died before realizing her dream to become a hospital administrator. Ripping off his disguise, Michael reveals himself as Emily’s twin brother, Edward!

Everyone on stage and at home is SHOCKED, especially Les, John, Sandy, and of course, Julie. And once the cameras stop rolling, Julie now understands everything. She walks right up to Michael...AND PUNCHES HIM IN THE DICK

John asks if Jeff knows, and I break in half laughing.

Months pass. Michael was able to fund Jeff’s play in Syracuse, and goes to meet Les, who lives in the area. The two make amends after an understandably awkward reunion, and they begin the journey to become friends after everything. This prompts Michael to return to the city and speak with Julie, who is...less than happy to see him. Which, yeah, entirely fair.

But, again overcoming the initial awkwardness, Julie is able to admit that she misses her friend Dorothy. And Michael reciprocates, speaking for Dorothy, who is...well, him. He says the following great line: 

I was a better man with you as a woman than I ever was with a woman as a man.

And from there...the two decide to rekindle a friendship, with Julie asking to borrow one of Michael’s dresses. And y’know...I’m rooting for those crazy kids.

That’s Tootsie! And, uh...I love it! I LOVE it. I actually think this is a great film, and one of the best I’ve seen this month. But I’ll elaborate...in the Review! See you there!

[melodyalanaroster]

Graduation Day

“Wakey! Wakey! Eggs and bakey!” Agatha called as she knocked on the bedroom door. In the few weeks since Nathaniel and Amber had home from Weathering, Death’s Domain had become quite lively. Nathaniel moved in, Alana finally introduced him to Viktor and Severina, the Roster Family crowded the Black Tower, and everyone began to prepare for Alana’s graduation.

What Agatha didn’t quite know was that the two masters of Death’s Domain were already awake and finishing up a rather long, hot, shower. “Lady Melody, Lord Nathaniel, Miss Agatha is at the bedroom door. Breakfast is ready.” JARVIS announced. Nathaniel turned the water off, wrapped Alana in a towel and sat her down on the seat. “Tell them we’ll be down in a few minutes.” He called as he grabbed his towel. “Yes sir.” the A.I. replied. Alana giggled as she caught her breath. “Your family has become crazier than usual over this.” Nathaniel chuckled as he sat down next to her. “Well, you know why.” She smiled. “Yeah, I know.” He kissed her head and held her close. They held each other for a little while before JARVIS reminded them that breakfast was on the table again. “Alright! Alright! We’re coming!” Alana called, annoyed.

“It’s about time you two came to eat!” Agatha called as they descended the stairs. Agatha, Lynne and Nate were bustling around the kitchen. Sam and Ken were sitting in the living room playing video games. Sam shot Alana a look. “Someone got shower sex.” She snickered. “Good girl.” Lynne smiled. Nathaniel began to blush and act nervous. “Honey, you knew this was going to happen.” Alana laughed as she went into the kitchen, filled her plate with food, grabbed a bottle of coffee from the fridge and sat down at the dining room table. “I’ve just got to get used to it.” Nathaniel sighed as he walked into the kitchen to fill his plate. “It’ll be alright, Son.” Lynne smiled as she patted him on the back. “Don’t worry kid, it’ll come naturally.” Nate chuckled. Nathaniel took his plate and joined Alana. “Who all is going to be there?” He asked. “Let’s see... Mom, Nate, Agatha, Sam, Ken, Viktor and Severina will all be at the graduation ceremony. Then us kids are going to the Crowstorm concert tonight... Then the parties will start. The entire tower is going to celebrate tonight, but you and I will be joining our family and friends at the house in Weathering tomorrow. Seraphina has promised to put a muzzle on Kai so that he won’t be a disruption.” She explained. “Speaking of that Crowstorm concert, isn’t it strictly for Anteros students?” Ken asked as he set the controller down and walked into the kitchen. “Yeah, but, do you really think the bouncer is gonna argue with anyone who is with me?” Alana replied. “No one in their right mind would argue with you.” Sam laughed. “Why do we have to go to that thing?” Nathaniel asked. “Because, despite how much he’s annoyed me this year, Castiel is still my friend and I want to support him. Not to mention how I haven’t really done many “college kid” things this year... So, it’s something different.” Alana stated.

A couple of hours later, Alana descended the stairs wearing a formal outfit. “Where is everyone?” She asked when she noticed the boys weren’t in the living room. “I sent them to the lobby to meet up with Viktor.” Lynne replied. “Why?” Alana asked. “Because I want us girls to have some time before you cross the stage, so I’m going to do your hair.” Lynne stated. “Alright then.” Alana smiled as she sat down in front of her mother. Sam, Agatha and Severina gathered around them. “I can’t believe our Melody is graduating college!” Agatha cheered. “I can’t believe you can finally stop being “The Grim Reaper” after this.” Sam beamed. “I can’t believe it took this long for us all to finally be together.” Severina smiled. “I technically won’t stop being “The Grim Reaper”. I’m just splintering away from the rest of the Senior Staff until it’s necessary for me to return.” Alana sighed. “But you’ll officially be referred to as “Agent Thunderbird” according to the Military.” Sam replied. “Yup. And if I’m called back to action, I’ll go back to being “Death Herself” and whatnot.” Alana clarified. “But you’ll still be free to do as you please until then.” Severina added. “YUP! And I can’t fucking wait!” Alana cheered.

“We’ll see ya’ll at the end of the ceremony.” Lynne beamed as she took everyone to their seats. Nathaniel and Alana joined Amber, Chani, Castiel and Priya. They greeted each other then turned to the stage. The Director and several professors were on the stage. Miss Paltry made her way to the podium. “Hello and welcome all! I’d like to thank the Director for allowing me to make the commencement address. It’s a great honor for me to preside over this important day. I’d like to tell you about a project that’s especially important to me. This year, for the first time, we experimented with running self help classes. We didn’t know if they were going to work. We didn’t know what they were going to be like. And they ended up being a huge success. I’d like to thank you for being so committed to the project. Opening the dialogue is always a good idea. Having an open mind and debating with goodwill. That’s what we did and learned this year. That’s what makes you individuals capable of thinking, communicating, and acting in harmony with your values. We intend on continuing the program next year, and without your commitment, that wouldn’t have been possible. So, thanks to you all!” Her cheery voice boomed throughout the park. Everyone applauded and students began to cheer. Alana held Nathaniel’s hand and rested her head on his shoulder as Miss Paltry began to speak again. She thought of what she had gone through to get to this point. Every drop of blood, every time she screamed, every molecule of pain... It was all worth it just to be able to live freely with her love. Her ears perked up when Miss Paltry mentioned the Valedictorian. Several people looked at Alana. “Are they assuming it’s you?” Nathaniel quietly asked her. “It was offered to me... Simply because of my position. I told them that I didn’t want the attention and to give the honor to someone who truly deserves it.” She answered. Alana looked around her group of friends, noticed an empty seat and grinned. “She definitely deserves the honor.” She thought. “I’ll hand the mike over to her, to a round of applause, since she has the highest GPA, all majors combined. Priya Ba...” Miss Paltry began. “WOOO! GO PRIYA!” Sam’s cheering rang out through the park. Everyone looked in Sam’s direction. She was standing up and grinning ear to ear. “H-Hello.” Priya nervously spoke when she got to the podium. As Priya began her speech, Alana’s mind drifted to her friends. Priya was one of the ones who stood by her... Not always approving of her actions... But taking her choices in strides. Castiel had made it clear that he still had feelings for her, and it took a lot of effort, but he finally realized that he would have to be happy being her friend. It did hurt her to cut Alexy and Rosalaya off. It angered her to see what they had become; to know that they would never come to terms with what she had become. Priya began to speak of becoming an adult and the evolution of growing up. “She’s right.” Alana thought. Her mind then drifted to her own evolution. She started out as “Lynne Roster’s Sweet, Obedient, Responsible, Daughter”, a young woman who should be pitied, always doing the “right thing”. Then she became “The Grim Reaper” and “The Patron Saint Of Lost Children”, a force of nature that should not be trifled with. And here she was, evolving into something closer to what she truly wanted to be. She had been holding on for dear life to what she knew was her purest form all while struggling towards the light that was her desired future. “I was preparing for my future here, but above all, I was having an incredible human experience.” Priya’s voice resonated with the crowd, most everyone was hanging on to her every word. “I grew up, I cried, I learned, I had doubts, I got angry, I felt hatred and I felt passion here. It’s more than an education, it’s a university of life. Anyway, thanks for having been part of the experience. By virtue of our convictions and our interactions, we help change attitudes. And over the past five years, I’m thrilled to have been part of this community that puts tolerance at the heart of this debate.” As Priya concluded her speech, the park erupted in applause and cheers. The cheering didn’t stop until she reached her seat. 

The Director stood up and walked to the podium. “Congratulations Priya, thanks again. The big time you’ve all been waiting for has finally come. We’re going to hand out the diplomas now.” He announced as he explained the order of the events to come. The Director began calling out people’s names and students began getting their diplomas. Chani crossed the stage, got her diploma and rejoined them. When Alexy’s and Rosalaya’s names got called, Alana remained silent. She turned in the direction of her family and noticed her mom giving a silent clap while Sam and Ken remained silent and motionless. Priya crossed the stage, got her diploma and rejoined them. Several minutes later Castiel’s name got called. The park erupted in girls’ screams as he crossed the stage and got his diploma. Alana put her hand on his shoulder and said how proud she was of him when he rejoined them. A few minutes later, Amber’s name got called. You could hear Alana’s family cheering loudly as she crossed the stage. “Why is your family cheering?” Priya asked. “Because, mom has claimed both Nath and Amber as her kids, so, my family is hers now.” Alana replied. Amber got her diploma and rejoined them. “NATHANIEL JACOTT” The Director called. “What?!” Alana asked. Nathaniel kissed her forehead, smiled, then walked towards the stage. Alana’s family cheered even louder. Alana watched as Nathaniel shook the Director’s hand, got his diploma and began walking towards them. Cheers could be heard from several of the rooftops. “I guess the Executioners and Crown Jewels are cheering for him as well.” Castiel commented. “Yeah, of course they are.” Alana grinned.  When Nathaniel rejoined them, Alana jumped into his arms. “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” She cheered. “I knew you were working on something involving the school... I just wasn’t sure what!” she continued. Nathaniel held Alana closely for a minute before letting go. “H-how...?! Why is?!” Amber asked. “Surprise!” Nathaniel cheered. Amber turned to Alana. “What do you mean you knew he was working on something?!” She asked. “Well! He was constantly on his computer and running around Anteros! I knew he was concerned about graduating... I just didn’t know it would turn out like this!” Alana beamed. “I didn’t even tell you!” Nathaniel looked baffled at Alana. “Sweetie... You may love detective novels, but I am a strategist. You could say... It was elementary my dear!” Alana beamed. Nathaniel burst out laughing. “You are definitely no Sherlock Holmes!” He mused. “But, I was right that you were working on something towards your degree.” Alana beamed. “Yes, you were right.” Nathaniel laughed. “But how? You didn’t study! You never went to class!” Amber asked. “I got my coursework via the internet the whole time... I thought the literature courses were very captivating by the way... so I read them at night before falling asleep. My grades aren’t outstanding... I barely passed.” He explained. “Still! You made it! And you deserve every ounce of praise!” Alana cheered. “Thanks. Sure, I could never have gotten motivated without my little sister who spent the whole year insisting on me coming to class.” He beamed. “I knew I was right.” Amber smiled as she hugged her brother. “Way to go. I’m so proud of you.” She continued. Alana knew Francis and Adelaide weren’t present. “They still have my family.” She thought. “Way to go, both of you.” She smiled. “When are they going to call your name?” Amber asked. “Probably not until closer to the end. Your last name starts with a “J” so you got it over with a lot sooner than me.” Alana replied.

After what felt like forever, Alana’s time came. “MELODY ALANA ROSTER” The Director called. The park erupted in applause and cheers as she made her way to the stage. Cheers could be heard from the rooftops. “MELODY! MELODY! MELODY!” They called. She got to the Director and shook his hand. “Congratulations Miss Roster. You’ve earned it.” He beamed. “Thank you sir... For putting up with me this past year.” She grinned. “It was an honor. I should really thank you. We assumed that your presence would make Anteros a depressing place.... But you didn’t. In fact, you lightened the mood, and helped improve students’ lives. I still haven’t gotten over that gala you helped organize. It was a wonderful evening.” The smile on the Director’s face grew warmer as he spoke. “Way to go Miss.” Miss Paltry smiled. Alana thanked them both then looked at the crowd. The rest of the professors were sitting in the first few rows. Rayan waved at her and winked. She responded with a smile. She looked towards her family. Everyone was standing, clapping and cheering. Sam had even begun to whistle. She returned to Nathaniel and Amber. “Congratulations!” Nathaniel smiled as he hugged her. “You’ve earned it!” Amber grinned. “Thank you so much!” Alana quickly hugged Amber. “What was that for?! You never hug me!” Amber looked at her, slightly shocked. “I know... But, this is a special occasion.” Alana smiled. Nathaniel looked at them, shocked, then smiled and hugged both of them. “I love you both.”

After hugging and cheering with friends for a while, Alana and Nathaniel decided to return to her family. “You’re not gonna come with us?” Alana asked. “Nah. I’m gonna go hang out with Castiel. His parents actually came and I’m pretty sure he needs a good excuse to get away from them.” Amber replied. “Well, remember, you are invited to all the parties that are being thrown.” Alana sighed. “Thanks.” Amber smiled. As they walked over to their group, Alana caught a glimpse of Alexy and Rosalaya staring at her. Alexy shot her a meak smile and Rosalaya waved. Her eyes became cold for a minute before she turned back to Nathaniel and resumed smiling. Nathaniel turned his head in the direction Alana was staring and noticed the two sober looking graduates. “Are they still causing you trouble?” He asked her. She shook her head. “No, they’re not. They’re just kinda eating away at the back of my brain.” She sighed. “It’s alright. If you still think they’re not worth your time, then it’s okay to not pay them any attention.” He reassured as they walked up to her family. “CONGRATS MY SWEET LITTLE BABY!” Lynne cheered as she squeezed Alana tightly. “Mom, I know you’re happy... But I’m not a baby anymore.” Alana choked as she attempted to release herself from her mother’s embrace. “Nonsense! You’ll always be my baby!” Lynne beamed. Nate, Sam, Ken, Viktor, Severina and Agatha all began to congratulate her and Nathaniel. “I thought you said you probably weren’t gonna graduate.” Sam commented as she turned to Nathaniel. “I worked hard and finished out.” He replied.

A while later, the Roster family was sitting at the cafe, enjoying snacks and talking. “Mom, I love you, but I think you got my ponytail too tight.” Alana sighed as she took her hair down. Verity Mekina walked through the door and greeted the group. “Melody! I’m so proud of you!” She beamed as she hugged Alana. “Aunt Verity! I’m so glad you could come!” Alana smiled. Verity turned to Nathaniel. “And you must be the infamous Nathaniel! Mels has told me so much about you! It’s a pleasure to finally meet the man who has stolen my god-daughter’s heart!” Nathaniel blushed. “I hope it was all good.” He smiled, nervously. “I assure you, it was all positive. Welcome to the family!” Verity brought Nathaniel in for a hug. “And congratulations on graduating!” She beamed as she sat down. “So? Is Crowstorm really going to perform a private concert at the big party in Weathering?” Severina asked. “Yeah. Castiel offered to do it while we were on our way to the house a few weeks ago.” Alana replied. “Isn’t that the new band everyone is freaking out about.” Verity asked. “Yeah, remember, Sam and I went to high school with Castiel.” Alana reminded. “He used to be a dick to Kentin, and he and Nathaniel hate each other.” Sam added. “Well, I wouldn’t say we completely hate each other now.” Nathaniel commented. “Oh, right, now you two have gone from fighting all the time to a weird, blooming, bromance. Seriously, fight each other, or fuck each other... Just get it out of your system already.” Sam laughed. Nathaniel’s face turned red. “It’s not a bromance!” He clenched his teeth. “Mels! Come on! You know it would be interesting if they fucked. Especially if you were in the middle of it!” Sam continued. Alana facepalmed. “Really? Are you trying to get him riled up?” She asked. “So? Nathaniel, what are you thinking about doing? Career wise?” Verity asked, nervously. “I’m not really sure just yet. I love literature, but I also love police work. I figured that I’d decide on my career while Alana and I are out traveling.” Nathaniel replied. “Police work? Would your position in the R.D.R even allow that?” Viktor asked. “I’m sure I can make it work. We’d have to talk to the prime minister, mayor, red death, and police chief... But, first and foremost, we’ve got a world to travel.” Alana explained. “Well, I think it’s noble.” Verity commented. “Thank you.” Nathaniel smiled. “So, where are you two thinking about going first?” Severina asked. “I wouldn’t mind going back to London.” Nathaniel grinned. “Back to the Shard.” Alana giggled. “Okay, what happened in London?” Viktor asked, annoyed. Sam, Severina, Lynne and Agatha began to laugh. “Go on Mels. Tell that story.” Nate laughed, embarrassed. “Alright, alright. So, after Nathaniel and I got done hanging out with the cast of Doctor Who at the red carpet premier of the 50th Anniversary Special, we got a little frisky... Apparently, our passion was so loud that the hotel manager felt the need to come to our room and demand we keep it down, or else risk getting kicked out of the hotel. When we opened the door, the manager immediately recognized me as Mom’s daughter and Nate’s step-daughter.... I swear, you could see the pain in his eyes from how much he was holding back laughter. After that, our passions were a lot quieter for the duration of our stay.... But every time we saw that manager, he gave us funny looks. It’s now referred to in the family as “The London Incident”.” Alana explained. Viktor’s and Verity’s eyes widened. Nathaniel blushed. Lynne, Sam and Agatha began to laugh harder. “I swear, that was definitely a bright point in that period of time!” Lynne laughed. A wave of envy washed over Viktor. Alana shot him a sharp look. Viktor looked down. “I don’t regret it. That was amazing.” Alana commented. “Yeah, it was.” Nathaniel looked at her, lovingly and stroked her hair. “I think it’s romantic. They were apart for months at that time and I’m sure they both needed it. Besides, what’s better than making love in a foreign land?” Verity smiled. “I can definitely vouch for that.” Lynne sighed as she looked at Nate. 

Several hours later, the kids were waiting to get in to the Snake Room. “This is gonna be great!” Severina cheered. “Are you really sure this is okay?” Viktor asked. “Don’t worry. After the bouncer hassled me the last time I was here for a Crowstorm event, the owner was so embarrassed that they’ve begun to grovel at my feet for my forgiveness.” Alana explained. “Did you ever deal with Crowstorm’s manager after they had you sit with all those whores?” Sam asked. “Yep. I threatened to find someone much more suitable for the band and slander his name throughout the business. He has become much more cooperative since then.” Alana replied. “Does Castiel know you did that?” Nathaniel asked. “It’s best if he doesn’t know. As it is, I don’t act on my threats unless I’m forced to.” Alana shrugged. As they got in to the club, everyone turned their eyes to them. “Hey everyone.” Alana smiled as she began walking towards the stage. People began to make a path and let the group through. The crowd of people began to wait for the band to take the stage. “Its a shame we can’t get the old band back together. It would be nice to see Castiel, Nathaniel and Lysander up there.” Sam commented. “It wouldn’t work anyway. You know Castiel and I can’t work together like that for very long.” Nathaniel smirked. “But, it would be really nice to see what Crowstorm was supposed to be...” Alana sighed.

As Crowstorm took the stage, Castiel smiled at the group of friends. The girls smiled and waved. Castiel looked at the rest of the crowd and grinned. “You know who we are.” He winked as the band began to play the opening notes to their song, “Do You Wanna Come Home With Me?”. The crowd’s cheers grew as the band played. “This is awesome!” Severina cheered. “And it’s only the beginning.” Alana grinned as she looked at Nathaniel, lovingly. “So, where are we gonna start?” Nathaniel asked. Alana kissed him, passionately and smiled. “First, Weathering... Then, the world.”

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I’ve been meaning to write this for months, but, due to recent events, I’ve been unable to. I wanted to feature several other people in this blurb’s image (Amber, Castiel, Priya and Alana’s Aunts (Seraphina and Agatha)... But the background was too small, so I simply featured her parents and the 6 main kids.

Credit goes to:

@candysweetposts For Lynne’s and Nate’s sprites, as well as the bases to Severina and Samantha. LicyAD on DeviantArt for Viktor’s Sprite Unnieverso on DeviantArt for Kentin’s Sprite

[immortalfantasies]

I knew my FATE was sealed after what happened with Master Windu, but it was NECESSARY to save Padme. When the Chancellor said about Darth Plagueis, I knew that it was possible to keep her from dying and save our child. The only way to learn these DARK ABILITIES, is to commit myself to DARK DEEDS. Thus, I destroyed the Jedi Temple. I stopped the Jedi from growing more powerful than they already were.

With the attempt on the Chancellor's life, I should have been more solid on my choice, but I feel I may have chosen wrong. I can still hear the SCREAMS of the younglings. They were so afraid. I could have used the power that I had to allow them to ESCAPE, but I didn't.

I had to save her. I remember how I had to hide the feelings that I had about the terrible deeds. I would never be able to tell her, she could never know what I did to save her. But knowing Obi-Wan discovered what happened and told her, I could not hide from it and my deeds were on full display.

I am a MONSTER, and I love my wife as the monster I am. I cannot bear the loss of my wife, but I must also save my EMPIRE for her. I am powerful, more powerful than the Chancellor. I could rule the galaxy, destroy him and Padme would be my EMPRESS. But Obi-Wan turned her against me, told her of the VILE CRIMES I had committed in her name. I will save her and show her that I am not the monster that has been shown to her.

But I must DEFEAT him. My master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. This will be the moment where I prove that I was more powerful that even he could withstand. After this fight, we were both exhausted, him more so, as I could increase my power with the force. "This is the END for you, my master," I snarl, hoping to spark just a bit of ANGER in him to throw him off his guard.

He raises his saber in DEFENCE. I jump over his head and land on the edge of the walkway above the treacherous lava river below us, catch my balance and swing as though my life depended on it. Blow after blow after blow as sabers CLASHED. I go to swing low, and Obi-Wan jumps away to the bank of the river, my swing carrying through. He lands gracefully on top of the ash and gravel as I use the force to stop the walkway from continuing down the river.

"It's over Anakin! I have the HIGH GROUND!" he yelled, his breath labouring. I couldn't believe that he would allow the fight to be over on a TECHNICALITY. He didn't allow for his fight with Maul to be ended with a technicality. He used the FORCE as his ally to defeat that apprentice of Darth Sidious, while he held the high ground. No, the same would happen here. "You underestimate my power."

I cannot be defeated. I am the power of the force itself. He shakes his head, and shouts "Don't try it," as I prepare to end this once and for all. I jumped through the air, with an extra push off the walkway. All of the FAILURES that he caused rush through my mind. He held me back so that I would fail, so that his failure that I would be the projection of all of his failure. I block his stroke as I land behind him and use the FORCE to knock his balance off so he can't react fast enough. I was the failure he CREATED, so now I push his final failure through his chest. 

As my former master falls to the ground, I feel as twinge of SORROW, but now the Jedi's failure is COMPLETE, and the rise of the Empire can commence. But one thing remains to ensure it was worth it: PADME.

As I return to the landing pad, I see her MOTIONLESS at the base of her ships ramp. I hold her in my arms and listens for her breathing, but it is QUIET. No. No please don't go. Please don't make this all for not. I close my eyes and place my hand on her stomach, and the child is still alive. Now all is left is to save Padme. I breathe deeply, all I have to do is focus, I have to try and save her, I have to at least try. As the sound of engines ring over me, a breath of relief comes over me. Maybe we can REMEDY everything at the same time, I think to myself.

The Royal Guards walk down in standard two by two form and walk to the sides of the ramps base to allow the EMPEROR a barrier of safety. "Master, please aid me in this, I need your help to save her, I think I have unlocked the secrets to this power." He walks to my side. "My APPRENTICE, you are the most powerful student I have ever had. Surely, you have learned what you need to for this TASK," he asserts. "Yes, I have MASTER," as I move my saber to his abdomen activate it, "and your SACRIFICE shall give me back my wife." I draw the lifeforce from my former master and transfer it to Padme. She breathes, and I raise my saber to deflect the blaster from the Guards, who stand loyal to the fallen Palpatine. They fall within a matter of SECONDS and lay with him.

Padme, opens her eyes, and looks to me, her husband, with FEAR. "Why did you do all of this?" I feel relief that it worked, but I'm worried that I will never be able to forgive myself for the DEEDS that led to this moment. Let alone how she will see me FOREVER. "I wanted to save you, and I know that you are repulsed by the methods I used to achieve this, but I have succeeded." While he knew that he was not in the right by every decision that he had made, he hoped that he could possibly help her to see it from his side. "Did you feel as though I could not see the DARKNESS that you had created?" She would never forgive him so he wanted to have the closest thing to forgiveness from her as possible: COMPROMISE.

"I couldn't stop it, and I'm sorry. I don't expect your FORGIVENESS, but I wish for you to help me to make this as right as possible. I want you to CONTROL what we can fix. Would that be enough to earn a form of forgiveness from you?" I hope not to LOSE her, now that I have found a way to stop her from dying, and with Palpatine dead, now I can steer the GALAXY in the proper direction with Padme by his side. "How can we return to a form of NORMALCY after everything that you have done in his name? You may say that you have done this to SAVE me, but you knew the POWER you would gain from these actions. These actions where you went against the TEACHINGS of the Jedi and slaughtered them in order to gain the ABILITY to save me alone? I will not stand by and allow you to destroy DEMOCRACY with an iron fist of control over the galaxy. If this is the PATH you will take, I will not be a part of it."

I have no words. I feel BETRAYED, but I cannot take action against the person whom I have done all these actions for. How do I react? What step do I take forward? How do I continue WITHOUT her? All these questions and more that I have spin around my head and I have no way to answer any of them. But the biggest question that I have: Can I let her LIVE? It pains me to think of a world without her, but I am afraid that if I let her live she will teach our CHILD that I am a monster. That I only seek to increase my power. She moves to her ship and looks over her shoulder at me. "You'll let me leave, because I have no DESIRE to stay here."

What can I do? She is the LOVE OF MY LIFE, and I must accept that my actions have driven her away. She boards her ship, and LEAVES without another word. I am questioning my actions. I have destroyed so much to finish with nothing. I return to my former master on the bank of the lava river where I slayed him in UNFAIR COMBAT. "I'm sorry Master, I should have known better." I pick him up and bring him to Palpatine's ship.

[war-of-the-words]

Stuck in the Balance - Part 1

Summary: It wasn't exactly willing but Shinichi thought he could handle the job. Kaito was surprised that out of everyone he was chosen to take on the role. At least they both have some life lines. And maybe... each other? It's just my take on a Life and Death AU I'm just bad at summaries. Written Oct 2018 Next Part>> Read on AO3

The balance of Life and Death is a fragile thing. That’s the only rule that has stayed consistent in Shinichi’s years of holding his title: the apprentice of Death himself. Of course, it is a title that not many would want to hold, not that many could in the first place. The only reason Shinichi was able to was because of some deal that the Kudou line had made hundreds of years ago due to their uncanny ability to meet the requirements.

He actually found that the day-to-day routine was quite boring. It didn’t help that many people that he used to be friends with had to believe that he was dead. Well, he technically was, but only because of the amount of time he had spent around Death and the dead.

As he headed to his post for the day, welcoming the dead that had joined them overnight, he spotted a girl that he had come to know well. Ran had been the first person that he had personally escorted alone. She was a sweet girl and he had trouble trying to decipher why she had met her end when she did. Her fiance had decided that he didn’t truly want to marry her on the day before their wedding day and had lashed out violently instead of trying to talk it out with her. Shinichi had a feeling that if he had met her before the whole Death’s apprentice thing had taken over his life, she would have had a very different person prepared to marry her. However, such relationships were forbidden between him and the dead, so he would settle for the friendship they had found. He shot her a quick smile and a wave, which were returned, before allowing his work persona to take over.

Shinichi entered the processing area to a scene of a few older women attempting to console a few children that were crying out for their parents. He took a deep breath. Today was going to be a long day.

-<3-

Kaito tended to enjoy his post as the apprentice of Life. Everyday was the constant work of creating something out of nothing, which helped keep his usual boredom at bay. The only regular complaint he had was the small issue of beings that took other’s lives.

He often came to resent them because they added more work to his usual schedule by making them have to take the time to send the dead’s file to, well, Death so that the official report could be made. He didn’t mind when beings died naturally of a sickness or old age because those files would automatically transfer. Don’t misunderstand that he doesn’t care--any loss of life was a reason to mourn--just those that were ‘natural’ didn’t add to his usual work load.

When he was first appointed into his title, he questioned why Life and Death even needed apprentices. Life gave him some long, convoluted answer that basically boiled down to the fact that even though they were semi-immortal beings, they could never ignore their own existence and the forces that they were in control of.

They had to, every century or so, go to Fate to be released from their titles and become mortals together, and eventually they would come to live together for eternity in Death’s realm. From his instruction, he knew that most mortal souls eventually faded, but, due to their complicated existence, not many beings that had previously held the titles of Life and Death had. Kaito easily accepted the answer. It was hard to ignore the balance that their continued existence, for the past however many years, relied on holding.

Kaito had only met the other apprentice once. Their usual messenger was unable to carry the files so they were sent to a common ground to exchange the necessary reports. When he had arrived in the cafe in the mortal world that had been agreed upon, Kaito was very easily able to identify the other. There was just something otherworldly in the other boy’s presence. Kaito found his bright blue eyes striking in the sense that he would never have thought that something so lively could ever be associated with something as dull as death.

If Kaito was honest with himself, the quick meeting left a lot to be desired. He really wanted to get to know the person behind the quick “here,” “thanks,” and the coffee order he had overheard. He didn’t even know the other’s name.

Kaito sighed as the list of creations for the day formed on his desk. Time to get to work.

-<3-

Shinichi had found some free time in his day and quickly made his way out to where Ran usually spent her time. Shinichi liked filling his free time by talking with the dead. It wasn’t uncommon to see him talking to Ran anytime he had a little free time and interacting with others when he had a bit more.

Ran was about the age he was when he left to take the apprentice role. In fact, she kind of reminded him of one of his friends. She was kind of hot-headed, but once you had earned her trust there was a kind of fierce loyalty that Shinichi didn’t think would let anyone ever break a promise they made to her.

“Ran!”

Shinichi saw her look up from whatever she was doing and give him one of her customary smiles. “Hello, Shinichi. It’s nice to see you.”

Shinichi took a second to plop down in the grass next to her before responding. “It’s been a few days, I think, maybe a week, since we last had the chance to talk. What have you been up to?”

Ran looked at him almost appraisingly for a second, “I’ve been with the others recently. I even went to a couple of those parties that you are always complaining about. It wasn’t that bad, a couple of the others did get a bit rowdy, but it was easy to break them up and calm them down.”

“I never really took you as a party-going kind of person.”

“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know yet, Shinichi.” She smiled and laid back so she was staring at the sky, and Shinichi leaned back to join her.

It was something that seemed odd when Shinichi’s first moved to Death’s realm, but the ability to see the stars from here no longer fazed him. Death had explained that the folktales where humans had assumed his realm was underground were odd--something so big could obviously only be in another dimension.

Of course, it took some time for Shinichi himself to accept that it was, so whenever he thought about the conversation it was usually in a sarcastic tone.

Things were silent for a minute and Shinichi had just started to locate some of the still visible constellations when Ran spoke up again. “Shinichi, do you ever think about what would be the difference if we had met before I died? What will happen to you when I eventually fade?”

Shinichi took a moment to look at her before responding. “Sometimes. But if you fade before I give up this position it would only be a few years of remembering that you existed. Why do you ask?”

“Sonoko faded last night.”

A rush of understanding passed through Shinichi. Sonoko was the girl that Ran had confided in almost immediately when she first arrived in Death’s realm. Sonoko was the girl that encouraged Ran to open up to people after she arrived.

It wasn’t hard to see why Ran was so suddenly worried

-<3-

Kaito was forced to step away from his growing list of work when Lady Luck arrived to talk. Lady Luck was one of the few beings that he now knew existed that he had believed in before he had joined them. The current Lady Luck was a girl named Aoko.

Kaito was pretty sure that Aoko as a human girl during her time on earth was somewhat of a spit-fire. She lost her temper easily and tended to refer to herself in the third-person when she became extremely upset. She was also the only person that Kaito could really consider a friend since he got to the “other world.” Though, that was partially because most of the realms were kept separate from one another, and partially due to the fact that he was rarely invited to the bigger meet-ups because of his status of apprentice.

“Hey, Kaito?”

“What’s up Aoko?” He spun around in his chair to see said woman walking into his office.

“I-I just wanted to chat for a bit. I’ve heard some rumors going around and I kind of wanted to know if you had heard any of them.”

Kaito took a moment to think about the more recent rumors and was hard pressed to think of any that had been circulating since the last time Aoko had talked to him about rumors. “The one that Death’s apprentice is dating that dead human girl?”

Aoko giggled a little bit before replying, “No not that one. Good guess though. I actually went and talked to that girl the other day.” she took a second to give kaito a suggestive look, “They aren’t dating. So your so-called destined partner isn’t cheating on you. Don’t worry.”

Kaito felt his face warm up. He didn’t really understand why so many people in the Other realm liked to think about Life and Death as destined romantic partners. It was a common conception in the human realm as well which made him wonder if it had some truth behind it, but that didn’t mean that the idea wasn’t embarrassing.

“I’m talking about the rumor that fate is getting ready to commence the passing ceremony.” At that statement Kaito took a second to remind himself to breathe. The passing ceremony. The hour that it would take for her to cast a few spells that would send the current Life and Death to earth and give the apprentices the full range of their duties.

He officially only had a week and a half to get to know the rest of his duties and come to an agreement of some kind with the other apprentice, may it be an agreement of toleration, friends, lovers, enemies, or solitude.

[concertcrack]

Guest Post: Denny Lee – Bassist for ‘The R Train’

Sometimes even the most carefully prepared plans bring wonderful surprises where everything goes better than you ever hoped for. Then, unexpectedly, a stranger walks in the door and hears what you’re doing, loves it, and almost immediately becomes an important part of your life… and your plan! Then, no matter how hard you work to execute your plan perfectly to achieve the specific goals your plan was designed to achieve, that mischievous Yin just has to show up with the timing of a well syncopated Rock Groove to step on and disrupt all the beautiful Yang you’ve developed in the past couple years. Well… that’s Rock & Roll, especially for this hard-working Rock & Roll Band!

For ‘The R Train’ our plans are laid out like a set of high-speed bullet train rails that never end. We encounter the usual and sometimes unusual challenges and difficulties that can make life difficult, or better yet make interesting material for new songs! Our commitment to bring great, groove-oriented, classic-influenced rock music with some Punk attitude and positive messages through huge grooves, soaring vocal lines and harmonies to every music listener is paramount to everything we do!

The reality is we are still a “new” Rock & Roll Band. ‘The R Train’ as a group will be just two years old on our next birthday. But that fact is very misleading! As with many great Rock & Roll Bands that came before us, each of the three musicians that make up ‘The R Train’ have played for and with many of the great Rock Players of our time, individually accumulating hundreds of hours of experience on the concert stage, in the studios, and even in some local pubs and casuals simply because we all love to play great Rock & Roll music.

So… when we carefully crafted our rehearsal schedule to prepare for our first “show” ever, we set definitive goals for the hours we would dedicate perfecting every aspect of the show, knowing that we personally would not be happy or satisfied with anything less than as close to perfection as we could possibly achieve. Then, just as we start to feel a little comfortable, Yin comes knocking again! This time in the form of a World-Wide Pandemic that forces almost everyone to stay at home, locked down for their own protection!   

Well, being committed to not letting something we can’t even see stop us, we tried to rehearse using the various on-line/internet conferencing platforms that allows groups of people to meet, see each other and talk using their computers. Well… that didn’t work! There’s a technical issue when trying to play, sing or even just clap your hands together when using one of these popular programs. A little but significant hurdle that cannot be overcome called “latency”! It seems that while using these programs, when you get two or more people to try to clap their hands together in rhythm it’s never going to be in rhythm! “Latency,” or the difference in time it takes the signal to get to and from each computer, causes the clapping (or any attempt to do something “together” and in rhythm) to be out of sync, sounding like a flock of geese trying to play along with the USC Trojan Marching Band! Nope! Just does not work!

But we are ‘The R Train’! And you can’t just stop a train once it starts rolling! So, we improvised! And yes, vocal rehearsals went forward with some clever problem solving.

Finally, after a couple months, we get the needed approvals to commence rehearsing in a proper fashion following all the new rules of social distancing, wearing masks, bathing in hand sanitizer, and the new way of life we are all faced with. But we got right back in the groove quickly, now focusing our energies on being a premier POWER TRIO with great vocals, a huge sound and absolutely killer grooves! Now we’re Rocking!

Remember, we have a plan… right? We are going to be properly rehearsed and absolutely ready for our first show, some time many months from now. Right? Then… the phone rings, and wouldn’t you know it, the voices on the other end of the line are important music industry people from New York that can really help us along with achieving our goals. They say something to the effect of; “Hey guys, we love your first single! We’re producing a live show coming up in a couple weeks that will be steamed on all the major platforms. We want you there! You will be perfect! Here’s the deal!”

Oh, No! I mean, No! I mean, Don’t say NO! We are ‘The R Train’! We Can Do This!

So… with less than two weeks to iron out the music for the short 30-minute set, develop an energetic show, plan the costuming, and work out all the technical aspects of not only playing the show live, but streaming that concert live to the World… Jeffrey immediately spoke up and said it best… “Oh man, what shirt and jacket should I wear?”

For the next twelve days we gird our loins and got ready to unveil ‘The R Train’ to the World! We polished the songs, practiced some show banter, went clothes shopping, and brought in one of the best engineers around to make sure ‘The R Train’ and our music made the best impression possible on all the people that were getting their first taste of ‘The R Train’ Band and our particular brand of Fun Rock & Roll! Even though we’ve each played many, many concerts, for some reason we were all nervous! Excited! But nervous!

Fortunately, that didn’t last long. As soon as we got a few bars into the first song we were Rocking in high gear! The energy level that we delivered was exhilarating! By the third song I (Denny on Bass) jumped into Jeffrey’s lane as he started to burn up the neck of his Mustang guitar with a screaming solo, and the house was Rocking! Hard!

Mike (Our Gonzo Drummer) and I laid out one burning groove after another and Jeffrey delivered a series of soaring vocals and burning lead solos! This, ‘The R Trains’ very first gig, turned out to be our “Coming Out Party,” as each of us bonded together and delivered a Rock & Roll Show that surpassed even the wildest expectations of everyone that attended or watched via the Internet. The response was over-whelming!

This, ‘The R Trains’ first show, was very unique. It was our first show, done perhaps six months earlier than originally planned.  It was special not only because it was the first show, but because we delivered a Big Time Show worthy of any legacy Rock & Roll Venue Stage! It will always be very special to us, as we not only had great fun, but on that night we became ‘The R Train’… Live and In Concert! ‘The R Train’ became the band for the people. Playing great Rock & Roll for all music lovers!

We are ‘The R Train’!  We love to play great, fun Rock & Roll music that everyone can enjoy! Thundering Grooves! Soaring vocals! Searing guitars! Positive Messages! Great Rock & Roll for Everyone!

Find The R Train online:

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[clownsgobeepbeep]

Passiflora

I’ve been wanting to write my elders some more, and I decided to go with this...small-ish thing uwu

Time was a concept rather foreign to the elders, or at least, time was concept that didn’t seem to necessarily exist in their realms.

Even with this, the most joyous of them all could always tell one thing, even without the help of the elder responsible for keeping watch of time: they could always tell it was a brand new day, and on this day there was but a favorable amount of ebullience.

Prancing out of the realm they had created for themselves and all those who visited, Nalia giggled to themself once they conjured up their ethereal form in another not many were allowed to visit. Well, that may have been somewhat of a lie truth be told.

Nalia found themself standing in the usual spot most started at once arriving to the heavenly realm that belonged to their dear friend. Typically, Nalia could have appeared wherever they pleased, but they enjoyed commencing their journey like every other visitor before making their way up the staircase surrounded by all sorts of beautiful and exotic flora.

They gave an excited hop before racing to the bottom of the stairway, clapping their hands through their ridiculously long sleeves, finally deciding to make their way up whilst taking ever so light steps. Every time they stepped, Nalia almost appeared to be floating as one would on the moon belonging to those inhabiting Earth.

Nalia eventually made it to the top, eyes excitedly examining the area to realize that there was now a plethora of trees that meant only one thing.

“One of the summers.” Nalia whispered to themself, giving a bit of a giggle before prancing away and through the trees, hearing all kinds of sounds from the fauna living in and between them.

They continued on their way, even picking a flower or two every so often that they held beneath one arm, making sure to never harm any of them. Nalia eventually found themselves before a gazebo-like structure, one that never altered but instead only had accessories added to it during certain seasons, that being the only feature that changed.

Nalia stood in place, their considerably short height making it somewhat difficult for them to properly admire every single feature that they looked at every time they visited. Of course, this was accomplished by hovering and revolving around the structure, Nalia going as far as revealing their stardust fingers to feel that lovely bark beneath them. Looking at the gazebo now, they giggled upon the sight of green leaves and vines adorning it.

Once done, Nalia decided to now walk in the calmest manner possible, carefully and respectfully making their way into the gazebo as they stepped onto its wooden planks. Still holding their tons of flowers, Nalia stared down at the empty space in the middle, sighing at the angelic sunlight that poured down from an unknown source.

After a brief while, Nalia ever so slowly walked towards the space, feet so close to the light yet somehow still not touching it. Nalia clutched onto their flowers that were held against their chest, metaphorical throat cleared before they spoke a single word nobody but they and their missing could hear.

Nalia waited and watched, finally seeing as where the sunlight shone the wooden planks divided as did the fresh soil beneath it, revealing yet another stairway that now led down below.

They giggled to themselves once again, right before making their way down and into the underground location that brought a thrill to their twinkling hearts. Eyes glanced around the area, now emerged in a whole other world barely anybody knew of, and it was no doubt the highest of honors to Nalia being one of those few.

This was the area that actually never did change, perhaps only the colors were what did. But this time, they noticed new details. Smalls ones that each have an interesting coordination of colors that made Nalia approach one, tilting their head in curiosity at this small feature.

“Do you like them?”

“They are beautiful.” Nalia replied as they continued to stare at the flower, eventually deciding to turn around and look up at the figure who was double their height. “How new are these?”

“I created them just today.” 

“Is that so?” Nalia now turned their entire body so that they faced their friend, the latter shutting their eyes to give a soft nod. “How long did these take you to make?”

“Not very long.” the tree being reached a limb down to the flower that grew in size with a wave of their hand. “As I napped much, much earlier, I dreamt and thought of you.”

Nalia tilted their head at Conllium, watching them as they stared at the flower that bloomed into something more.

“At the thought of you, I thought of this flower.” Conllium continued before picking the flower out of its vine, bringing it up to their face to appreciate it themself. “Perhaps, the thought was me feeling your arrival, which was why I created these here so that you alone may view them first.”

At the sound of this, Nalia’s eyes remained fixated on Conllium as they held the flower in front of their face, free hand softly caressing it in a way that made the stardust in Nalia swirl around in a soothing manner.

“Are you to nap once again?” Nalia cleared their throat before having Conllium lower their limbs, the two now looking at each other.

“I considered it had you not come.” Conllium admitted before turning, looking in the distance at an open space where there was another spot of warm sunlight. “However,-”

“Oh! Do not let me stop you from resting.” Nalia interrupted with a shake of their head, this causing the end of their hood to swing around enough to tap their face with its fluffy ball. “I...I would have enjoyed to spend time with you, but...I would much rather you rest.”

“Nalia.” Conllium reached down with their hand that did not hold the flower, a ‘finger’ placed where their chin technically was so that Coonllium could lift their face up at them. “I am always overjoyed to have you here.”

“And I overjoyed when in your presence.” Nalia responded while hugging their flowers tightly, feeling as Conllium removed their finger to now look back at the spot in the distance.

“Come.” Conllium softly nodded at Nalia, leading them through a natural bridge covered in moss, this allowing them to cross over a gentle stream that started from a waterfall and never seemed to end.

The taller elder offered a hand, Nalia placing one of their concealed ones in it, walking alongside Conlium who smoothly made their way through the grassy floor. Nalia was allowed first through the bridge, Conllium following soon before they walked through many other things, finally reaching the warm spot.

“Would you care for some of your favorite?” Conllium glanced down at Nalia who thought to themselves for a moment, soon nodding their head with a giggle.

From the ground and with a wave of Conllium’s hand sprouted a thin tree containing a single, pink lemon that Nalia snapped off and consumed in seconds. They then walked into the sunlight, lowering their body so that they now lay on the unbelievably soft mix of grass, moss, and flower-like bed they had created for their long slumbers. Once on their back, Conllium placed their hands on their chest, not expecting yet not surprised when they now saw their friend hovering right above them.

When Conllium chuckled and removed their hands, Nalia lowered themself so that they now lay on their stomach, on top of Conllium who lifted their head at them.

For some moments, the two shared a silence as they stared at each other, Nalia’s legs in the air which they swung while tilting their head at Conllium.

“How strange.”

“What is?” Conllium questioned as they felt Nalia release their flowers to prop their elbows up, head laying in their hidden palms.

“The petals.” Nalia tilted their head once more, now glancing up as they realized petals began to fall on and all around the pair. “Were those always there?”

“They were not.” Conllium shook their head as they now lay it on a soft mountain of grass that played as their pillow, giving them a better and more comfortable view of Nalia.

“I like them.” Nalia giggled before looking back at Conllium, seeing as the latter lifted the hand of theirs that still held onto the flower from before.

“I thought you would.” Conllium brought their hand to Nalia’s hood, ever so gently placing the flower on it in a manner that would make it remain there until removed.

Nalia reached up to touch the flower, giving a bit of a laugh at the feel of it. Then, they decided to drag but also scoot their body closer to Conllium’s face, hands folded in front of themself as they continued to swing their legs in the air.

“When.”

“When what?” Conllium now placed their hands on Nalia’s back, feeling the latter squirm in the slightest bit, but not because of this.

“Cundolili.” Nalia breathed out, not needing to say more for Conllium to comprehend.

“Nalia.” one of Conllium’s hands came back to Nalia’s head, stroking the side of their hood which made Nalia lean into their touch. “There is no need for a countdown.”

“But I must know.” Nalia insisted. “And I must know who will...replace you.”

“There are far too many possibilities for both heir and time.” Conllium attempted to reassure them, the hand on Nalia’s back now giving them comforting rubs which made Nalia turn and lay their head on Conllium’s chest with a sigh. “What matters now...is the now.”

“But-”

“What matters,” Conllium interrupted Nalia who’s head they lifted, a finger coming inside the hoodie to stroke their cheek. “Is what we have now. The future is never up to us, and it is something to be left alone for the time being.”

Once more, the pair remained quiet whilst staring into the other’s eyes.

Nalia made it so that they were even closer to Conllium, close enough to lay their foreheads together.

“Conllium?”

“Yes?”

“May I repeat that human affection?” Nalia asked as they tapped their hands on Conllium’s chest, legs no longer in the air. “The small one.”

“Such action never requires my permission.” Conllium’s eyes slowly shut as Nalia nodded, leaning more until the distance between them was no more.

Neither being possessed many facial features, but just the touch of their faces together was enough for them to mimic this human action the pair agreed to nickname psychotria.

[born2battle]

Tenure in Peace Station @ Binnaguri

  Advance party left Joshimath in the first week of Sep to take charge at Binnaguri once again (surprisingly after our short tenure earlier). It was clarified that this repeat tenure was planned to give the Regiment the opportunity to complete it’s Peace tenure, especially after the participation in 1971 War followed by intense tenure of two years in high altitude area. The Main Body left by Special Train from Raiwala and reached Binnaguri after a long journey of ten days. We celebrated the Gunner's Day on 28 Sep 1974, when we were also accorded the formal welcome by other units of the Artillery Brigade. In the interim period some Jawans availed their annual leave which had to be completed by the end of the year.

  Our Regiment was fortunately allotted newly constructed accommodation for the Unit complex as well as family quarters for the officers and the Jawans. This enabled settling down quickly and allowed the families to be brought to the Cantonment. New facilities that had been created in the last two years included Shopping Complex, Army School & an Open Air Cinema Hall. The overall impression was that of a self contained township. 

  Thereafter, we began conversion training onto yet another weapon system --- the 105mm Indian Field Gun, which had been produced indigenously. This training was imparted by a team of Instructors in Gunnery and was to culminate in conversion firing in Buxaduar Ranges. We were surprised in the midst of conversion training, by the arrival of our new CO ---- Lt Col T N Konar who took over command on 28 Oct 1974. He had a reputation of being a hard task master, which he proved by his very presence during the training. The conversion firing was completed with gusto & our TIGER complimented us with the traditional message on the radio network ---” Good Shooting” !!! 

  We returned from the Ranges one week before the Diwali festival. It coincided with Children’s Day and was celebrated in a typical Fauji manner, at a central location in the Cantonment. There was a Fauji Mela having various stalls for handicrafts & regional cuisine. In the evening, there were cultural performances by Jawans, wearing their traditional attire. I was impressed, observing the enthusiasm and josh  displayed by the Jawans, in true spirit of unity in diversity. The celebrations ended with a magnificent fireworks display. It was my first experience of yet another method of bonding , by adopting various measures for welfare of the jawans & the families, specially in a peace station. Goal oriented training during the year also contributed immensely towards strengthening the team spirit  while simultaneously improving the standards of professional competence of all the Units. It proved the adage ... ‘The more you sweat in Peace , the less you bleed in War.’ 

    Several sports competitions were planned in Dec & Jan at the Brigade level .Our CO insisted that at least one officer & two JCOs must be a part of the Regiment team for each competition. I volunteered for participation in Cross Country & Hockey competitions. It was a challenge for me to prove my capabilities as a part of the Cross Country team of top 20 JATs. We commenced Cross Country practice precisely at sunrise daily, while Hockey team practised in the evenings. This continued for almost a month. Finally, we won the Cross Country trophy with a big margin & were the Runners up in Hockey..... a big impact soon on reaching Binnaguri. It was followed by another resounding victory by our Kabaddi & Wrestling teams,both these sports being their expertise.

  In the first week of March, I received the unexpected news about my selection for attending the very first Advance Gunnery Course at Deolali. I left after a preparatory capsule as designed by the CO personally. It was indeed nostalgic to be back again in Deolali (Home of the Gunners)!! It was going to prove as the next step to enhance my knowledge about all types of Guns, Mortars and Rocket systems. It was definitely difficult to understand all these aspects in a short span of two months. However, all of us studied round the clock and qualified successfully. I was fortunate to top the course while securing ‘Alpha’ grading. Thereafter, I availed one month of leave at Aurangabad and returned to the Regiment beaming with a sense of pride. Our CO complimented my performance in front of the entire Regiment during the monthly Sainik Sammelan.

  Thereafter, I was appointed as the Adjutant and looked forward to shouldering additional responsibilities. The very first responsibility was the Raising Day Celebrations which was organised centrally, after a long break due to our previous deployment in high altitude area. My CO also advised me to devote at least one hour daily for preparing for my next goal of selection for Long Gunnery Staff Course. The peace tenure in Binnaguri gave us an opportunity to apply ourselves towards learning about  Unit administration. As Junior Officers, we were assigned various tasks by rotation e.g. Canteen Officer, Mess Secretary, Office Documentation, Stock Taking Boards, all types of Inspections etc. We also learnt the protocols of social interaction within the Unit and with other Units in the Cantonment. As bachelors, we were privileged to be invited for dinners by officers having families in the station. We too reciprocated by hosting a fabulous brunch on Sundays. 

      Meanwhile, I had booked a Bajaj scooter to be purchased through CSD ( Canteen Stores Dept.). The waiting period was two months and the scooter had to be collected from CSD Depot located at Gauhati. I went along with my Buddy, by train to Gauhati and returned with my new acquisition, after booking the scooter by the Passenger train. This scooter occupied its place of pride in the Officers Mess. My scooter was used more by other officers than me, since I preferred to walk down to the Unit. I found time during this trip to visit the famous Kamakhya Temple.

  In Sep, we attended Collective Training with Infantry Battalions. I got a chance to be the OP Officer with the Sikh Battalion. During the exercise, I observed the ability of Sikh soldiers to come up with innovative solutions, when faced with any challenge. They always adopted the ‘हो  जाएगा ’  approach. Their peculiar war cry- बोले सोनी हाल, सत स्री अकाल was always a source of motivation under all circumstances. In Oct, we proceeded to Buxaduar Ranges for the Annual Practice Camp. Our performance was adjudged as ‘Outstanding’ by the team of Instructors in Gunnery detailed by School Of Artillery, Deolali. After the Camp, we visited Jaldapara National Park in small groups. This visit to a wildlife sanctuary was very exciting due to the presence of One- horned Rhino

  In the first week of Dec, our CO received his posting order, which was a surprise since he had just completed one year at the helm of affairs. All officers & their families decided to give the first family, a surprise farewell by organising a trip to Darjeeling. All bachelors took the responsibility for planning this trip at a short notice. Our entire’ Team 98′ led by the CO travelled together in a tourist bus upto Siliguri. Thereafter, we undertook  the journey by the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway (popularly called the Toy Train) which was very captivating. In the evening, we organised a special farewell party in the Army Holiday Home, located at an altitude of 2000 meters.              

  Next morning, we got up at 3 AM and immediately left for Tiger Hill, which was at an altitude of 2500 meters. There was an air of excitement and expectation, while all the visitors waited eagerly for the view of the majestic Kanchenjunga. Just before the sunrise, we observed the transformation of the colours on the horizon of the Himalayan Ranges which was soon followed by the sunrise itself, when Kanchenjunga glittered in all its glory. It was truly a miraculous, sight still etched in my memory. We then began our return journey to Binnaguri, reflecting on the incredible spectacle of nature which we had just witnessed and hoped to get a chance to visit again. 

  On return to Binnaguri, we organised the central farewell Bara Khana in honour of our distinguished CO. On 23 Dec 1975 , we bid him an adieu from the Officers Mess to the tune of ‘Auld Lang Syne’. His successor, Lt Col I Lokendar arrived on posting after two months  and assumed command on 23 Feb 1976. Meanwhile, we had certain other changes as well, with posting- in / posting- out of a few officers. However, the  Jat Balwans continued to perform in a commendable manner, not only in sports competitions but also in technical competitions. It was noteworthy that the Regiment secured third position out of 15 teams, in  the Inter- Battalion Athletics Competition at the divisional level. 

  In the first week of April, I was thrilled to receive the news that I had been selected to attend the prestigious Long Gunnery Staff Course at School Of Artillery, Deolali. I was required to report by 30 Jun 1976, which gave me sufficient time for preparatory training. It was indeed a moment to cherish, since I had achieved my goal within five years of commission in the Regiment of Artillery. The Regiment had indeed been instrumental in giving Wings to my Dreams!!!

[sugarcrash]

Break The Rules // Peter Parker

 (A/N: Here we go! First Marvel fanfiction!)

Summary: You and Peter celebrate the start of summer with a party, breaking rules, and forgetting it all.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, smoking weed, nudity, sex (so just a bunch of frat party stuff)

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Peter came into your room with a smile. “You ready to go?”

“Hell yeah!” You yelled back.

You stole a glance at a nearby clock. It read 8:30. Time for the party to start.

It had just been the last day of school earlier that day, and really, you were so ready to let it go and party. Dressed in a mini-skirt and crop top, you were ready to dash out. 

You were currently getting ready with Peter in the Avenger’s quarters. Natasha had given you great tips for partying, including how to hide the fact you were drunk and how to sneak yourself in anywhere.

You really weren’t ready for Steve, though. Or Tony. Or any authority figure you could run into.

You grabbed your purse and nodded at your boyfriend, this was what you called “the signal.” Meaning it was the hint to run like a madman.

You and Peter dashed like crazy, zooming down the corridors. You could’ve sworn you saw Steve, and could’ve sworn that he looked right at you in that outfit. You gulped and hoped he didn’t.

The two of you were right by the front door, so, so close, when a large figure stepped in your path. “FRIDAY, commence quick lockdown.”

Steve.

The door locked shut fast as lightning. You groaned and rolled your eyes, Peter following your actions. You gave each other another look. This one meant “distract him and I’ll turn off the system and we can run.”

“Where do you think you’re going, in clothes like that? Hell, they’re not even clothes, more like rags!” The super-soldier scolded.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go change.” You hung your head in fake defeat and turned with a smile dancing on your lips.

“NOW!” you yelled at Peter. “FRIDAY, disengage quick lockdown!” the door clicked unlocked.

Steve didn’t have a chance to even think before Peter blasted him on the hands and mouth with his webs. Both of you screamed at him as you passed.

“Bye grandpa, see ya on the flip side!”

“Fuck you! We’ll do what we want!”

You caught his glance as your feet hit the concrete, the two of you dashing off. The sky was still pretty light, so you didn’t need flashlights or anything. 

MJ and Ned came out of their hiding places against the side of the building when they saw you two running like your lives depended on it. They got the hint and dashed alongside.

Your feet pounded on the pavement of the driveway, then to the side of the highway. Technically, since you just learned to drive, you weren’t really allowed to drive with others in the car yet.

But what the hell? Tonight was all about having fun and breaking the rules. It was going to one crazy night, you could already tell. Your friends piled into the car and buckled up.

Let’s do this.

You went straight to a fast pace and so close to speeding. All your friends laughed as someone plugged their phone into the aux cord and started their playlist of songs that represented high schoolers.

This list included “Break the Rules” b Charli XCX, “Young, Dumb, and Broke” by Khalid, and “Sucker” by the Jonas Brothers.

There was a rush of amazing adrenaline in each of you. This adrenaline made you all want to be crazy and reckless and dance your asses off.

MJ stuck her head out of the rolled down window as Peter pulled back the cover on the sunroof.

“Woohoo!” you all yelled, pumped with crazy energy. “Last day of school!!!”

After fast driving, fun songs, and various body parts out the window, the gang had arrived at the school. The meeting place. A couple others were already there, like Betty, Liz, and all your friends and the decathalon team.

Yes! It was time to get this party started.

You all got out of the car and approached the rest of the partygoers. A table was set up with a bunch of snacks and drinks. Music, similar to the kind you were playing in the car, was blasting.

“Wow, this is great!” you smiled at your boyfriend before going to join your other friends. To be honest, the place looked kind of sad. Not too many people were there, but you did figure where they went.

Just then, you got a notification on your phone. You whipped it out to see a text from Flash to you. 

“Hey, wanna come to my party?” you read aloud. “It will be so much more fun, and of course I’ll be there.” he ended the message with a winky face. You sighed. He had always had an attraction to you. Flash was kind of your friend, but not really. 

“What’s that you said?” Peter asked. You turned to face him.

“Oh, Flash just wants me to come to his party.”

“He wants all of us to come, too.” your friends mentioned. Of course, he was always searching for girls for him and his friends. 

“I say we go. We set this up, but it’s a bit sad. We can all go!” Liza cheered. Everyone agreed, and helped pack everything into her car nice and neatly before all getting into their own.

Your friends got into your car and you turned it on. The playlist was turned back on again, and all of you celebrated and cheered once more, ready to go get wasted.

“Lets do this!” MJ shouted.

“My thoughts exactly.” you mentioned, pulling out of the parking lot of the school. The drive to Flash’s was filled with excitement and nervousness. Peter and Ned had never done anything like this, whereas you and MJ had.

“Don’t worry, Pete. I’ll show you what and what not to do.” you smiled at him and his nervous little self. “I’ll even get Flash to back off if you want.”

“It’s fine.” he spoke at last. “I just want to have fun.”

You pulled into Flash’s house and you all jumped out, eager to go in, but also scared. Then Flash himself walked out, obviously a bit tipsy already.

“Hey, ladies, gentlemen.” he regarded everyone. “Come inside, there’s drinks and weed and food.” he laughed. “But be careful of going upstairs, I’m pretty sure, like, 10 people are having sex up there.”

I laughed, too, in embarrassment for those people. Here? Now? What a bad plan, but oh, well.

Peter and Ned chuckled with me, unsure how to react to the information. You sent them a small nod.

“You don’t have to copy me, just have fun. Everyone here is drunk, high, wasted, or busy. No one’s gonna care what you do.”

They got the message and the four of you walked into the busy, crowded house. Some kids were playing beer pong, some were making out in the corner. Several people were just hanging out, eating and drinking.

MJ and Ned sort of dispersed, leaving you and Peter alone. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and the two of you headed over to the drinks.

You chose a Coke and a rum before pouring the two together into a red solo cup and downing the mix. Peter just swallowed and watched closely.

“You don’t have to drink, if you don’t want. You could just have a Coke or something. I just saw this in movies, I have never drank before.”

“Oh. I want to try it, too.”

“Well, before you make a whole cup and don’t like it, try mine first.” you handed him your drink and he gave it a sip. Then another. And another. “Hey, that’s mine! Get your own!”

He licked his lips. “It’s good!” Peter then proceeded to make his own, drinking it quickly.

Your bodies were being a bit odd in response. Both of your movements were obviously a bit jitterier and excited. It gave you a good feeling, though.

“This feels cool!” you shouted at him over the loud group of people.

“Yeah. I feel weird.”

You both made another drink and walked off, finding something else to do. A few kids were smoking weed and doing drugs.

“Let’s do that.” you pulled Pete’s sleeve. He nodded and followed you.

Flash was over there. He noticed you walk up and immediately spoke up. “You wanna try it? Is it your first time?”

“Yes to both questions!” you turned to your boyfriend “I’m nervous.” you dragged out.

“It’s okay, let’s just see what happens.”

You giggled and agreed before Flash handed you the stick. “Just breathe it in, and then move your head and breathe it out.”

You obliged and took a few hits, coughing in between each one. Slowly, your head started to spin and you felt like you were floating.

“Where’s the ground? Where’s the ground?!” you began to scream. Peter took your hand.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re on the ground, you’re just high.”

“Don’t let go of my hand, I might float away.”

He laughed and took the joint for himself, doing the same as you had. He, too, started to feel the same odd effect. You were now drunk, high, and giggling uncontrollably.

“Let’s go find MJ!”

“Okay!”

The two of you walked (well, floated) off, looking for Ned and/or MJ. You stopped many confused people, who were clearly neither Ned OR MJ, just to ask them who they were. It looked like you were either high or a crazy couple in love.

You were just gong to grab another unsuspecting person, but then Flash announced that he was going to go skinny-dipping and asked if anyone else wanted to come. You and Peter happily agreed, as well as a few of the popular kids. Ned and MJ made excuses, as did many others. Liz even agreed to come, as well as a few decathalon members.

It was a group of around 10 or so people, rushing off in their towels in the night. It was now around midnight, and even though Flash had a pool, you were going to the neighborhood one to make it exciting.

You arrived with a flushed face and and sweaty palms. All of you stripped your clothes and splashed in some way or another. You did a running dive into the deep end.

People cheered as you came up and you caught Peter’s eyes, but he quickly glanced away. Seeing as you had young, innocent minds (well, you didn’t, but everyone thought you did), you had never seen anyone naked, except maybe your mom and little brother when you were, like, 7.

Both of you blushed, yet swam towards each other.

“Hi Peter.” you gazed into his chocolate eyes.

“Hey, Y/N.” he stared into your beautiful Y/E/C ones.

His lips met yours in a quick but heated kiss,and you grew redder than ever. A few people around you “awww”ed, and you hid your face in your hands.

You expected Flash to make some snobby remark like he does when you and Peter show PDA, but he was silent. Well, no he wasn’t. He had snuck off with a girl in the bushes and was now making low moans and groans, followed by her high-pitched ones.

Everyone laughed and felt embarrassed. A few grabbed their phones and filmed the predicament, giggling. Ha, he would sure be blushing like crazy when he finds out people filmed him.

After swimming for a bit, you heard someone yelling out, and you froze. Of course, you had been caught.

“Hey! What’re you kids doing? Get out!”

A few girls shrieked and everyone jumped straight out, grabbing their towels, wrapping themselves, and rushing back to Flash’s house.

Speaking of Flash, where was he? He and that girl were...oh. They were still doing their thing behind the greenery. Just then, you heard a shout.

“Ew! What the hell? Get out of here!”

The man had obviously found the two having sex. You tried to imagine the look on his face, but reckoned that it wasn’t nearly as good as the one that had existed.

You all raced back to Flash’s, clothes in hands, and got changed as quickly as possible. Well, what an adventure.

The group dispersed, leaving you and Peter alone again that night. The two of you exchanged a glance that meant “Let’s go get drunk and high again.” It was fun to.

You blacked out for a while before waking up with a jolt, surprised to find yourself propped in a chair outside. Peter and a few others were playing beer pong. You laughed and spotted the spray paint cans lying nearby, giving you an idea.

You slowly got up and grabbed the color pink when Peter noticed you.

“What’re you-ah!”

You sprayed him in the chest with the paint, giggling wildly. He returned a smile and a couple other kids picked the paints up.

“Paint war!!!” you shouted, and the whole place went into a pandemonium. There were colors and laughter and lots of people having fun.

After a while, in the midst of the paint war, you fell asleep again. You woke up for a second time, finding yourself walking by a pool, before falling in with a splash.

How’d you get there? Ah, well, you were in, why not swim while you’re there? You begin to paddle around lazily before spotting your boyfriend, uncomfortably sitting to the side of some girl’s strip show.

You caught his eyes and he laughed at your state. You were in the pool, soaking wet, covered in colorful spray paint, high, drunk, had messy hair, were missing your top except for a bra, and had lost one of your shoes. 

To top it all off, there was writing in Sharpie all over your body. Written on your forehead was “FUCKHEAD,” your stomach adorned the words “Flash wants to fuck you”. Your arms and legs were scrawled in with useless doodles.

Pete jumped in after you, and you two swam for a while  before you began to make out at the edge of the pool.

After your little love-fest, you drank and smoked weed some more before blacking out again.

When you woke up, you were lying on the ground with Peter, all the previous accessories still littering your body. He too, was missing clothes, was covered in paint and Sharpie, and was hungover.

You gave out a laugh when you heard a voice from the video camera by the door. 

“Peter? Y/N? Is that you-holy fuck, what happened?” Tony’s voice came through.

You feel asleep just as Steve came over, looking at your ruined bodies. He wore a scowl but chuckled a bit.

Boy, were you gonna get it from “grandpa” in the morning.