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fbfh · 2 years ago

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dad!leo x parent!reader hcs

wc: 1.2k

genre: tooth rotting domestic fluff, parents au, regular family and found family, past hurt/lots of comfort, post canon domestic bliss

pairing: leo x gn!parent reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, brief implied fucking like rabbits but otherwise sfw, you and leo have a bigass family, brief mentions of past trauma unmet needs and general rough conditions, building the life you wanted as a kid, found family demisquad and their children, brief mention of Leo's extended estranged family /pos, Leo is a fucking amazing dad, aged up obviously (you have a passel of kids and careers and a house)

a/n: I will carry as many children as he wants. deadass. /srs. I want the white picket fense and the ketchup fights and the minivan. I will become a full blown soccer mom for him oh my fucking god

tags @yesv01 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @Fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @jacksondeeznuts @girlfriendwhoseawitch @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @i-dont-remember-a-lot @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner @if-only-i-was-fictional @lubsana @if-only-i-was-fictional

Bark bark bark woof grr ruff ruff

Or should I say loud aggressive cat meowing noises

Both are appropriate responses to seeing dad!leo

First of all

First and foremost

You’re going to have a bigass family with him

Not just because he always wondered if he would have had siblings if his life had been different

Not just because he always craved being from a big family deep in his bones, taking years to mourn silently when it really sunk in that that wouldn’t happen for

Because yes

While those are major factors

But also let’s be real

You cannot fucking keep your hands off this man

How could anyone be expected to look at him and not get fucking pregnant

He stretches and his tummy shows a little where his shirt rides up and you’re suddenly holding a 6 month old with his daddy’s eyes in a fluffy little bear onesie

No idea how it happens

But the odds of anyone being around Leo for any period of time and not ending up with a fucking passel of of little rugrats

Fluffy haired ankle biters with sweet grins and intelligent eyes

Just like their dad

Is zero

Plus holy fucking shit

He can’t keep his hands off you either

He’s fucking insatiable, always craving your touch, always covering you in kisses and sweet nothings

And you wouldn’t have it any other way

So yeah with your chemistry duh you’re gonna have a big family

Once you start you can’t really stop

Before you know it you wake up one morning to find Leo making pancakes in the kitchen

He’s handing out juice boxes and sippy cups of milk

There’s a kid clinging onto each leg, giggling their heads off when he shuffles around, and one hanging on his back, watching while he cooks

He narrates dramatically to the other kiddos and babies, who are enamored with Leo’s cooking show

You stumble into this scene, walking past little shoes and various toys, legos, and barbie dolls strewn about

There’s a tangible warmth, and it’s not just from the stove and piles of fluffy pancakes

One or two of your kiddos run over and hug you with the sweetest greeting you’ve ever received

Their little hands grab up at you until you scoop them up, approaching the counter

“Oh thank god, my sous chef has arrived”

He greets you with a kiss and hands you a coffee or tea or whatever else you like to drink in the morning, just the way he knows you like it

“I think we all know I can’t handle this kitchen without you”

The way he says it, the look he gives you means more than any words or any look you’ve gotten from anyone else

You fix hair and kiss foreheads for a few minutes before you start getting plates of pancakes and bowls of cereal ready

It’s routine, practically automatic by now

But there’s nothing you cherish more than these sunday mornings together

You and the love of your life and your big old passel of rugrats all gathered around the kitchen table, discussing uneventful dreams and schedules for the upcoming week

Between coordinating homework assignments and ballet lessons and soccer practices it hits Leo every single moment

Of all the things he’s built, his life with you will always be his favorite

His most precious, favorite project

You look so pretty in the morning, you always have

So as your “sunday morning breakfast bops” playlist reverberates through the room around laughter and chatter and singing along

As you sing off key and dance around with him and dance with your kids to Selena and 80s hits and throwbacks to when you were still teenagers, unable to fathom making it to 20

He thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful

When he kisses you, you taste like coffee and maple syrup

Your hair is a little messy and you’re wearing one of his shirts, tucked into a pair of shorts

Your wedding rings gleam in the sunlight streaming in through the lacy curtains

Burnin’ up by the jonas brothers comes on shuffle, and one of your older kids asks to hear the story again

They’ve heard it a million times, but they adore hearing you recount the lengthy inside joke related to this

They love hearing about all the times you had with all their aunts and uncles (aka your friends) before they were born

They imagine what it was like to live through the 2010s, a decade they’ve only seen in movies and tv shows and online in little time capsules referenced here and there

They think about how cool you must have been, running around and living an idealized version of your lives

Leo listens, just as enamored as the rest of them as he listens to you recount the events he lived through with you

A little part of him still can’t believe it’s real

He can’t believe he created the warm, loving, lively household

The big supportive family

That he always dreamed of having as a kid

And now that he’s older, he reached out to some distant relatives, cousins and aunts and uncles

He’s surprised that he’s been able to somewhat reconnect with his extended family

And even more surprised that they’d welcomed him with open arms

It hits him again that not only are his kids going to have a safe, stable, loving home life

But they’re going to have relatives to visit at family reunions once in a while

They get to spend holidays with their cousins and aunts and uncles (aka your friends and their kids)

Any occasion y’all can find to get together and make some food and spend time together is always one you’ll take

You have little parties and get togethers and cookouts for every occasion you can think of

No matter where you go, there’s always vibrancy and life and togetherness

Sometimes other neighbors and friends will pop by with their kids too

You’ve become the family in the neighborhood that anyone can go to

And that’s something you take pride in

It’s rubbing off on the kids too

Their teachers have told you time and time again that they’re always the first to invite kids who are by themselves to play

To make sure no one gets left out

All your hard work

All the sacrifices are paying off

Because you and your friends are determined to be the first generation of demigods to not only live to adulthood

Not only build lives

But stick together

You’re creating such a tight knit community

A family of other demigods

You’re sticking together

Chiron has been praying for times like this for as long as he can remember

And he’s reminded that all the hard work and suffering and sacrifice are paying off too

He knows every time he shows up for someone’s birthday party or some minor holiday get together

Half of you and your friends kids call him grandpa

He’s waited so long to see the demigods he trains live long enough to have kids

He never could have imagined being a part of their lives too

All around, things really turned out better than any of you could have expected

But you still think nothing can top sunday morning breakfasts

#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez headcanons #dad!leo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus fluff #heroes of olympus headcanons #wailing sobbing screaming crying #i wanna spend mornings drinking coffee he made me while he dramatically makes pancakes and I try to fix all the kiddos bed head #with partial success #leo cooking with small children hanging off of him = AWOOGA AWOOGA #my ovaries are his

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hermesserpent-stuff · 2 years ago

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Right, so this is shaping into another au of au story. woof. but also, i love tomby and Montana and peter so this is great. the only thing that would be better is if quentin were tossed in. but I'm holding by for my own sake. lol.

building off of the post Devil Doesnt Bargain. ]

tag: Cracking Windows au

Peter ended up passing out not too long after Tombstone started patching Montana up. The businessman moves both into the spare bedroom he has, along with a lot of medical supplies. It would probably distress Peter to wake up with his uncle and that would be counter to what he currently wants. He notes that Peter's tooth has stopped dripping, but puts ice on Peter's face anyways. He gently sets both down and goes to grab food and cancel all his upcoming appointments and clear his schedule. Rain still taps on the window. He takes a moment to stand in the kitchen.

Anger coils through his frame. How long had Montana known Spider-Man was a child? How long had he known it was Peter? Why would Montana allow Peter to keep going out, so reckless and defiant against the odds. Tombstone has to be careful not to crack or break anything with his hands. Did Montana play a role in Peter saying no to his deal or did the child ever mention that to him?

As a subordinate, Montana had always been reliable. Never asking too many questions, unless they were pertinent to getting the job down correctly. The Brice family was well known in the underground and the thought of having one of them in his employ had appealed to Tombstone even early on. And the man had done very good work. But the line in the sand seemed to be around Peter. Montana had not even given the slightest hint that he had any ties to the hero.

How many people knew about this? Surely the other Enforcers. But did it go further? Beck? Mason? Dozens of questions swirl as he drops off food in the room and checks it for escapes.

The windows are more durable than those in his office and not even tossing furniture would break them. The door is heavier and more solidly built than standard. That is true for most things in his apartment to prevent damage when he is weary and his control slips. But he makes sure to remove any potential weapons from the two. Peter is fairly easy with just the devices from his wrists that appear to be built to shoot webs. Montana is a little harder. The man has quite a few hidden weapons beyond the suit. Tombstone stores them elsewhere in his home and locks the spare room from the outside.

Peter wakes up in a place that overwhelms him with the smell of not home. Okay. Not the best explanation. It smells like cold, rain, metal, and faintly of mint around the edges. And not of earth like Montana’s or of May’s faintly sweet perfume. He shivers and cracks open his eyes. He immediately feels the urge to get up in the air. He often felt that way in Montana's home and had a hammock to do so in. But this is a foreign bedroom. He is suddenly hit with memories and panics. Where is Montana?

Right beside him, as it turns out. He sighs in relief and reaches out a hand to touch Montana. The man is breathing steadily. But still injured. Escape is not an option yet. The itch to get up in the air presses harder at him, but he hates the idea of leaving his uncle down here. He would just have to make a big web. Though, a quick glance at his wrists reveals no web-shooters. Hmm. This would be a lot more natural webbing than normal. But he wants to be up. He slips out and crawls up to a corner and starts spinning and securing. He drags up pillows and blankets to weave in and finds it to be a very calming activity. He then hauls Montana up and sighs in relief as the itch to get up high fades. He curls beside Montana, cold. The room is so cold. He tugs on the blankets and presses against his uncle and slips off to sleep, feeling a bit secure. His wrists ache just a little, but he can ignore it.

Tombstone is concerned when he reenters the room to find the bed empty of both of the previous occupants. He can admit to his heartbeat spiking slightly as he looks around the room. But then he spots the large web in the upper corner of a wall. Peter peaks out over the edge of the web-nest and blinks slowly at him. Tombstone sits down on the bed and looks up at the child. He can vaguely see Montana up there too. How best to get Peter to speak? The child seemed rather dedicated to his uncle. Enough to drag him up into a protective web.

“Is Montana alright?”

Peter blinks and shifts a little, fingers pressing against some of the web strands.

“He… He hasn't woken up. But he’s breathing fine and his heart’s good.”

Peter sounds worried.

“Any injuries that I missed? I have more medical supplies here.”

Tombstone wants to keep Peter talking. Peter glances back at Montana and then back at Tombstone with a slightly confused look.

“He’s… No.”

“Montana mentioned something about a machine made by Ock?”

There is a flash of rage in Peter’s eyes.

“Yeah. It was bad.”

The kid takes a breath and then resettles in the web and watches Tombstone. Time for another topic.

“Is there anything I can bring you for your… web?”

Peter hesitates, shivers a little, and asks in a very small voice.

“Blankets? It’s cold.”

Peter sounds unsure of his own request. Tombstone is happy to provide something so easy.

“I can do that. Would you like me to move the bookshelf to be under it?”

Tombstone worries about the structural integrity. Peter looks at him with confusion and a little bit of concern. There are still the edges of fear but far less than when Peter was last awake.

“I… I…”

“Just in case the blankets add too much weight.”

“Oh, okay.”

Peter sounds very unsure, fingers twisting and pressing at the web strands to twist them into each other. They are quick little movements that display nerves that tremor in Peter’s voice. Tombstone nods and quickly sets about moving the mostly empty shelf. He can feel Peter’s eyes watching him closely, so he makes sure not to make any movements towards the web aside from moving the shelf. He does not want the kid to think that he is trying to grab him.

#spider nephew au #cracking windows au #tssm montana #tssm shocker #tssm spider man #tssm peter parker #tssm tombstone #hermes speaks #Youtube #tssm

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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hi hannah! i may have a request 🥺 i've been watching too much tiktok and this two made me want some jungkook skater au 😳 like the reader saw him and went like love at first sight so she purposely buys a skate and goes everyday to the skatepark and start learning just to impress that hot tattooed skater that kinda looks like a bad boy but he's actually a softie. ♡

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSm5Huop/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSm55usm/

late skate

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 7k

glimpse: jungkook would rather wash down his grip tape than spend another hour seeing you land on yOUR ass, a smitten y/n and love at first sight, and tae almost losing his bearings (in all aspects) <3 // gif is from pinterest :D

note: thank you so much for the request babie!!! also i’m sorry since i’ve done this a month late hee-hee bUT but it’s here now!!! fun fact: i used to skate but one time i fell on my ass so hard doing an ollie that i quit ( ˙-˙ )

there is nothing

there is absolutely nothing you hate more than walking home alone and at-

wait u need to shudder

night

times like these make you both angry and scared because fIRST of all

you’re angry because if oNLY (you’re still hoping that u win the lottery soon) you were born to wealth and ease (if you see park jimin one more time in a billboard you’re about to lose it), you wouldn’t have to worry!! or even work for that matter!!!!

you could have a car by now!!!

but you don’t have a car and you’re still saving up for that because you have to keep up with your bills and this nice and decent apartment that you’re living in right now

well if you’re being honest, you are splitting it with yoongi and that cuts back your expenses significantly but that’s besides the point

which is why you’re being extra thrifty!! save up all the money that you could so you could by yourself a car amongst other financial decisions and nOT be scared shitless when walking home

you’re working at the animal shelter most of the time and it’s very fulfilling because of cOURSE!! your job is to care for animals and give them a better chance at everything :D

the pay is more than decent but it’s not the highest sO what you do on your spare time is pick up any job you could!!

and the income that you need is more and more than decent because taking care of chimmy is not an easy feat

chimmy, your alaskan malamute!!! he’s the first puppy you’ve properly taken care of in the shelter and you’ve fallen head over heels for him

he kept bumping into the wall when he scrambles after you call for him but eH you love the clumsy giant still!!

so much so that you file your adoption form for him and run over to mr. kim’s office hurriedly :D

your boss seokjin’s pretty sweet after all but at the same time he’s intimidating!! too sweet and intimidating at the same time that when he approves your form without much question, you almost kiss his cheek

...

.... hehe

jin beat you to it and instead he gave you a side-hug with a very strict warning to take care of chimmy and provide everything that he needs

he eats 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓂 dog food and you could only assume the amount that he needs because of how he towers

the treats?? one time yoongi got overly-excited to take a picture of him and accidentally left the bag on the ground, and when he came back?? chimmy’s managed to inhale all of them

thankfully he’s only loyal to one (1) toy and it’s to this brown angry... entity..? with one tooth that yoongi’s made by himself

but he constantly has to replace the stuffing because chimmy nOTICES when it’s flat and unstuffed from his own doings

hehehe the grooming.....

you thank your lucky stars that jin gives you a discount to have chimmy groomed!!

one time you were about to have a breakdown because a $100 grooming session simply didn’t click well with your ongoing budget and you decided to do it yourself :D

spoiler alert: chimmy kept barking at you when you held up the mirror to his face because wOOF did you just... d-did you give him bangs.... how was that possible....

and then sECOND of all is that well.,.,.,

you’re scared and that’s it

there is every possible reason for you to be scared :D

you get off from work at 5!! but now it’s quarter to 8 and you totally should’ve booked an uber but it completely slipped your mind

normally, you wouldn’t walk home alone though because chimmy comes with you to the shelter, and then he serves as a therapy dog of sorts to help ease and calm down the new rescues!!

he even has his own little ID oh my god :’)

but he doesn’t come in everyday and well you remember,.,.

no actually, yoongi REMINDS you that today is his day-off at work and explictly implied that he’d very much love to cuddle with a giant alaskan malamute as he gets his well-deserved rest

and yoongs has been the reason to why you don’t unravel every single day and you owe him for your life so yea okay you can have chimmy whenever you need this giant pillow of support <3

but no

you don’t have chimmy with you and you don’t have anyone to bark and be willing to growl n intimidate any creepy dudes you could possibly encounter on this twenty-minute walk home

the extra coffee you’ve drank at 6 in lieu of dinner does not help at ALL

what if you just... run

that way you get home faster and you won’t have to be that antsy!!!

ok maybe just a light jog would do

you wanna go home so badly and take a shower and be sandwiched between your warm sheets and sleep all the way

you miss chimmy and yoongi and you just hOPE that he’d already cooked dinner and you won’t have processed food again for the third time in a week

and after dinner maybE you could treat yourself to online shopping because yoongs has also been pestering you to let yourself indulge once in a while

your thoughts are jumbled once panicked and it reminds you that yes you should definitely get a car and you know what??? you probably should-

wait fUCK

...

....

wait

hold on a second

did you just manage to narrowly dodge what seems to be a skateboard in mid-air??????

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

said taehyung is jumping down and crouching to pick up the deck at your feet and squeaks an “oop sorry ‘bout that!!” before going back and

well...

mr. “taehyung, you dumbass!!” is who you presume to be the speaker,, because well no one eLSE is in this skatepark at 9 in the evening,,,, is standing RIGHT underneath the light and is right at your line of sight

it’s as if the clouds are opening up and chimmy’s barking could be heard and everything you deem perfect is ringing right in your ears because god.... holy shit.....

he looks and probably feels like a warm-sized bed that smells of baby powder and fresh linen

he has a hoodie on with the sleeves scrunched up and you tHANK yourself that you’ve saved up enough to get lasik eye surgery because those tattoos...,.,. you r positive that they would be your demise

mr. TYD has a loose bucket hat on yet you could still see his features clearly and you aren’t lying when you say he is perhaps the most breathtaking thing you’d ever seen

even more breathtaking than seeing chimmy in the laundry room and having fished for your one good perfect bra in his mouth

huh

you’re pretty sure this is what love at first sight must feel like

suddenly, you aren’t anxious at all and you’re instantly gravitating towards the ramp without much complaint

there’s a bench conveniently placed in which you could see him but he won’t see you

you find yourself sticking around and smiling when you see him goofing around in all good fun

hopefully you don’t look like a cREEP because you swear you aren’t!!!! and hopefully they don’t notice you either and find out then and there that you’re here in a skatepark withOut a skateboard,,, just sitting,,, to see him

this may not be your best idea yet lmao yes you’re gonna admit that

but it’s probably the first and last time that you’re ever gonna see him so might as well watch him for awhile!! that’s all!!!!

ok wait

this is definitely a bad idea because yoongi calls you and you forgOt to put it on silent and it’s his voice that greets you very rudely as soon as you pick up

“y/n where the FUCK are you???”

oh lmao it’s quarter to 10 already

“jeez, i’m coming home!! calm down!!”

“yeah tell that to chimmy who’s been worried sick with me and won’t stop hOWLING!!!”

you’re scrambling to gather your duffel and sneak oNE last look at him and ur practically pouting as you say goodbye to him under your breath

:((

“... aw, you worry about me?”

you resume back to jogging on your way home and this time for rEAL

you’re gonna miss him

he’s like one of the random dudes you see in the mall that are sO breathtaking and you know you’re never gonna see them again

you didn’t even manage to catch his name :((

but whoever he is, he feels a little more different than a dude in a mall because this time, you feel like you’re gonna cRY at the thought of it

little did you know that jungkook could see you all this time and he’s sad to see you go

chimmy is the first to leap at you as soon as you come through the door

and if you didn’t anticipate the giant, then you’d probably be toppled over by now

yoongi finds it weird that there’s this lingering gentle smile on your face

well he shouldn’t be so shOcked because he sees you talking to yourself when you’re watching documentaries and cooking

(( he always checks if there’s a camera hidden somewhere in the kitchen and you were vlogging or something but nO!!! ))

it’s like you’re a third-grader again that goes fERAL at just the thought of their crush

you hope mr. tyd has already eaten breakfast and hasn’t had any injuries with his skateboarding

you’re trying to rationalize with yourself that it’s just a stOOpid and pathetic crush to harbor in less than a day and stop thinking about him

the universe must seem to hate aND love you at the same time because well would you look at tHAT

it’s 5 in the afternoon and you have chimmy beside you and you’re walking home

and that’s practically your routine ever since you’ve gotten this job

it would only differ if a situation like last night happens or when you’re too tired to walk home oR when it’s raining

but right now it’s your normal workday, and you’re walking home, and it’s sunny, aND THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU’VE SEEN HIM

this is also the first time that you’ve seen him in such a situation that you didn’t expect :O

the fact that you’ve mayhaps watched kimi no nawa last night with yoongi and perhaps 98 times before that, does not help at all

“you uh, y-you wanna go for a run on the grass, chim??”

there’s this mini field besides the skatepark and chimmy happily jUMPS at the mention of grass :D

aha oh well :D would you look at that :D your dog wants to go run on the grass that’s a couple feet away from the skatepark :D who are you to stop him anyways?? :D

chimmy’s more than happy to comply with your wish and vice versa because he’s having the time of his life clearly

he’s your pawman and the perfect variable so you wouldn’t seem like a third-grader with a helpless crush on anOther third-grader

it seems that hE’S more excited than you though because chimmy runs to the ramp instead of the grass!!!

and in the process he goes UP to greet a guy like he does with you whenever you come home!!! it’s harmless pouncing per se

but it’s not entirely harmless because it feels like chimmy knows EXACTLY what’s in your mind and what he’s doing

“chimmy!!!”

.....

...... of course

chimmy has to of cOurse pounce on him

jungkook wasn’t surely expecting a giant and overly-friendly alaskan malamute to pounce on him right when he was about to drop-in

it’s a pleasant surprise either because it’s-

wait

oh my god

is this yOU?????

listen.,.

jungkook was in the skatepark last night with taehyung and they took advantage of it because they were the only ones there!!

tae surely wasn’t kidding when he said that he was a novice because holy sHIT how was it possible that he sent a skateboard flying mid-air after a failed trick??

kook flinches when he follows it in his line of sight and notices that there’s someone down there who might be literally dECKED out of tae’s stupidity

he’s about to yell for this passer-by to dodge and-

time seems to move quicker because you’re already stopping yourself and flinching in place and then looking up

you’re rIGHT underneath this street lamp and jungkook sighs a breath of relief when he realized that you weren’t hit

but at the same time he’s gasping again because wow

t-that’s uhm-

okay

wHEW he has never felt this pressure in his chest ever since he joined a quizbee in 8th grade

would it be-

ok nevermind

WOULD IT BE TOO FORWARD FOR HIM TO SAY THAT HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU ALREADY

you’re really beautiful??? and frankly he has to look away for a second because you’re tOO beautiful that he doesn’t know what to do with himself

that’s it u are under arrest for being too pretty >:(

jungkook’s flustered because there’s just these types of people that put a knot on his chest unknowingly and he doesn’t know how to act normally

you are the equivalent of him not being able to look at the screen because the kdrama was that good and he feels unworthy to even watch it

it’s goosebumps all over his skin and he’d be lying when he says his cheeks are not heating up at aLL

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

his first instinct is to scold taehyung because what iF he ended up hurting you with his skateboard, hmm?? and tHEN what

he expected you to leave after that close-call and if everyone must know, jungkook has an incredible talent at being able to scope out things in his peripheral vision

he could look straight ahead and be able to see what you were also doing at the side

he doesn’t know if that’s a talent or uH everyone has it but whatever he can do that!!!

and you were clearly still there and in fact, even sIT down on the bench

he could see you smiling and giggling and a ginormous part of him assumes that it’s because of him

he prays to god that it’s NOT the guy who almost decked you with a skateboard ://

jungkook was acting weird and he kept smiling and laughing mORE than necessary and taehyung can see right through him

“bro all i did was walk towards you wtf are you laughing,,.,”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHA tae you’re so silly XD”

alrighty then,, maybe jungkook just binge-ate his vitamin gummies which is why he keeps beaming for an unknown reason

koo was so grumpy literally just before he had his skateboard flying and now he’s ???? weird

jungkook was ultimately sad to see you get up and he knows he’s probably never gonna see you again ok alright time to mope

but this

this

he’s beyond surprised to see that said owner of giant dog happens to be yOU!! of all the people!!!!

it’s you!

“i’m so so sorry about him!! he’s just excited to make friends with everyone and i don’t have the sLIGHTEST clue why he came to you!!”

you pointedly look at chimmy and he has the audacity to howl before looking away

it hasn’t dawned on you that you’re talking and apologizing to him but it certainly did on jungkook which is why he’s charmingly laughing already

“no, no. it’s okay, i don’t mind!! his name’s chimmy, then?”

you’re blinking profusely because yes.. right.. HE is talking to you

“yeah, uh, correct!! his name’s chimmy :)”

“that’s cute. anyways, i’m jungkook :)”

aha :D

koo would like to think that he is smooth

and yes you agree

you immediately shake his hand tOO eagerly with a smile on your face as you’re trying to take this all in

“i’m y/n :)”

jungkook’s hand is bigger than yours and your hand fits sNUGLY right into his hold

he has some tattoos on his hands and there’s some peaking from underneath his hoodie

but even with ur lasik vision you cAN’T focus because omg are you seriously holding jungkook’s hand.,.,

jungkook as in THEE jungkook that you’ve immediately clocked and crushed on last night in an instant

your lil moment of just holding each other’s hands is interrupted when taehyung pops out of nOwhere

(( actually he’s been there for the past two minutes and he kept switching between cooing and laughing ))

“yO i’m taehyung!!! you must be y/n, i didn’t nick you last night, did i?”

he takes it upon himself to hug you right then and there

well he’s warm and he passes the internal vibe check yoongi’s hotwired into your brain so you reciprocate!! you like hugs anyway and taehyung’s just like chimmy but in human form

jungkook practically squawks and stammers in his place because w-why.. w-what...... no

chimmy bARKS at taehyung and koo is tempted to do the same too because no man you simply do nOt hug my crush that you know absolutely nothing about

“he’s asking for you.”

kook points to chimmy who’s obviously pouncing on you to come run with him

you excuse yourself so you could go satisfy the giant and jungkook felt like his heart was gonna fall out of his aSS

tae wiggles his eyebrows and has his lips pursed and it’s the shit-eating grin that he immediately flips off as soon as he sees it

“what was that all about?”

you are convinced

you are 100% convinced

your head is fully-set into the game and in no way are you gonna back out

“min yoongi!!”

ah there it is

yoongi’s having the time of his life playing fetch with chimmy! what could possibly be any more important in this world than that

“what did i do now?”

you only call out his full name when a) you’re agitated and when b) he’s ignoring you and you’ve had enough of it

he really doesn’t recall giving you the cold shoulder recently

and he certainly didn’t agitated you when all he’s done is play with chimmy and sleep!!!

“please click this for me pls. click. please. pls click.”

aH yoongi should’ve brought his glasses instead of leaving them on the couch

you’re holding out your laptop to him with your arms outstretched and he has to come really close to decipher and-

... huh

“a skateboard?”

pardon him but he’s really lost on this one ok

he is as lost as he was when walmart decided to completely rearrange the whole store

“... and what do you need a skateboard for? y/n when i said that you should get yourself a four-wheeler, i didn’t mean a skateboard-”

in what part does a skateboard look like an SUV

whY are you like this

“it’s for uh... it’s for fun purposes!!”

you’re trying not to raise any more questions in yoongi’s mind but his head is miles miles away now lol

???? you hate trying new things though ???

one time you traded in your beef ramen for pork ramen because the first one was out of stock and throughout the whole meal you kept thinking how much you regretted it

and besides, skateboarding would be the last thing you’d get into!!!

yoongi distinctly remembers that you’d rather choke on chewing gum rather than get your knees scraped

why was that?? because when your knees get scraped, walking and doing everything else?? impossible

nice try sherlock but the moment you do so much as to not stand up straight?? sIT down?? yeah your knees would give out

what has got to be something so special that you’d wanna get into skateboarding and risk yourself into getting your knees scraped??

....

omg is that what he thinks it is

“... it’s a crush, isn’t it?”

the way you instantly shut him down and practically have to beg him just to press the check out button.,..

aha

yeah yoongi’s gotten his answer alright :D

whatever this is

or whatever that’s going on

you’re sure that you’ve never felt this content for a long time

you now bring a change of clothes so you wouldn’t go skating in your uniform because that just honestly sucks

you may be too tired to walk to the skatepark which is why sometimes you’d book a ride, but no you’re never tOO tired to skate and see jungkook :D

it’s frustrating enough as it is

yoongi used to skate and that’s the reason why you’ve found this shortcut in the first place because this was where the park was!! you’d always think at the back of your head on wHY was yoongi struggling!!!

smh that’s so easy yoongs </3

joke’s on you now though because trying to balance on the board in the first place scared you shitless because hOW were you supposed to do this??

you can ride a bike and that has tWO wheels and this has fOUR bearings!!! how come you can’t balance yourself??

even managing to stand up on the board without panicking for more than ten seconds AND managing to shift from left to right even if it’s albeit shaky at first, took you a wHOLE evening

but you’re so proud of yourself and so is jungkook :D

jungkook finds it the highlight of his night when you’d hold onto him

yes he knOws you have it under control now and you barely hold onto him for support

“just so you won’t fall, that’s all.”

he always evades your eyes when you go look up at him dreamily like that because how could he not???

you’ve covered the basics of pushing yourself then simultaneously riding the skateboard!!

you do that for one WHOLE week and both jungkook and tae (and yoongi) think it’s time that you do something else besides skate in one straight line and occasionally to a left and a right

ok you’re kind of scared shitless because you already fell a couple of times but y’know what?? it’s time!!

society has progressed past the need of you skating in a straight path

the society NEEDS you to do tricks now

.....

........

confession time:

dear diary the kickflip is simply not kicking the board in an attempt to flip it by itself. it is not. it is not as easy as it sounds. it is the bane of my existence

it’s evident that you’re stalling out of your way with this one but you just need oNE success and that’s it!!! one win to woo jungkook from his feet and then you’d stop

tae has already shut you up too because you keep talking about how your day went when you already is set four times before that

and it must’ve been a lucky first time because you absolutely nAIL it on the first try!!!

you honestly thought you’d land square on your ass and see bruises on it later in the shower but N-O!! you’ve done it perfectly and-

jungkook’s not looking

he didn’t see your feat!!

or maybe he didn’t see it because he chosE not to!!!

maybe doing a kickflip is nothing impressive and it’s obvious that he’s a pro at this compared to you who’s even more of a novice that makes taehyung look like a god

you can’t have that :((

ok ok hOW can you impress jungkook

there must be something you could do to impress him!!

omg

that’s it

this is practically perfect!!

you’re gonna do your first drop-in at a pipe that is nowhere gOOD for a beginner like you :D

one, two, th-

“easy, doll.”

jungkook materializes out of nowhere and you expected him to be skating at the far end!! not mere inches away from your face holding your hANDS

this is the first time you’ve seen jungkook actually this close and you just have this urge to kiss his cheek

he has you whipped for him and he hasn’t even done anything to you!!!

“not the best idea to go down an eight-foot tall half-pipe for your first time, hm?”

he scrunches his nose at your absurd thoughts because absolutely wHY would you do that??

how could you fall in love with him even mORE

“do the two-feet tall one first. go have taehyung teach you.”

the grin in your face goes as fast as it came

no offense to taehyung but he’s not the one your head-over-heels for :((

practically everyone knows about your crush on jungkook BESIDES jungkook himself

you’re tapping tae on the shoulder to come and teach you while you just watch kook shred it at the other side of the park by himself

it’s okay!! progress is progress and you’re gonna get far with jungkook!!

going to the skatepark right after work is now your new routine

sometimes you even come with yoongi when he’s free and he takes all his time to gloat on how you used to make fun of him when he was skating avidly back then

that gives you a grand total of three (3) people teaching you how to skate and giving you pointers

jungkook also now holds conversation from time to time :D

he’d ask you how your day went and you’d have to pretend that you didn’t wait for him to ask so you’re not spilling detail after detail

he now does this thing of pinching your cHEEK when you get something right

your heart after doing an ollie goes bEEP when he pinches your cheek and tells you eagerly that you did such a good job

yoongi’s laid off his teasing for you and jungkook but god he can’t deny that he gets these weird vibes from him

eh it’s probably nothing

today you’re especially excited because it was an outfit that you just bought and you feel gREAT in it!!!

tbh your day was the absolute worst but jungkook is always a great pick-me-up to whatever day you could have :)

a tennis skirt with shorts already built underneath is the greatest save of ur life

it’s a little on the more expensive side because it IS a name-brand and those don’t come cheap but it’s ok :D it’s gonna be worth it :D it better be :D

oh uhm

jungkook seems different today.... ?

you were used to him looking intimidating and mad even if he wasn’t, but this time it just felt emphasized even more

taehyung’s here but he’s not the only one!!! there’s two guys with jungkook on the other side of the ramp

“those are his friends, i guess?? i don’t know, he hasn’t introduced them to me.”

so you’re nOT the only one who’s lost

jungkook will probably come around later and you could all hang out again :))

chimmy happily chuffs at your side and that just gives taehyung the most wonderful idea he’s ever had this day

“hEY which one of us do you think could out-skate chimmy???”

jungkook is utterly and without a doubt stressed

he knew that hoseok and namjoon would come over, but he didn’t expect that they’d visit him while he was in the park!!!!

and he already knows what they’re here for and that just makes him grimace :((

“why don’t you want to go pro?”

koo’s ears feel like bleeding when hobi asks him that for the nth time

god it’s always just the sAME question!! he could practically sniff the air on what they’re gonna say next

“jungkook, i think we all know that you’re more than qualified to be a pro!! look at you!!”

it’s the same conversation over and over again

the next things they’d say are that he’s a natural and he’s wasting all his talent doing this thing cASUALLY

he’s not the next tony hawk or anything like that!!! he’s not gonna book a sponsorship and a collaboration with vans!!! but hobi and joon kEEP insisting that he’s that good

“hyung, i think we’ve already talked about this-...”

“yes and you refusE to listen!! why can’t you just accept the fact that you have a much better future in this??”

jungkook’s currently a freelance graphic designer which means he works from home and he’s in charge of his oWN schedule

but it doesn’t necessarily mean that every single day he gets a new commission or anything grand like that

he’s gonna be honest and say that yES he has thought of being a pro skater!! but he’s trying to be as rational as possible about it

because not every competition would be a win and not competitions don’t happen as frequent as a typical job is!!

and what iF jungkook gets injured?? something of an injury that would lay him off from skating

and being unable to skate??? = he basically gets nOTHING

he feels pressures because hobi and joon are pro skaters already!! and that gives them all the more reason to make jungkook into one

not to flex but uh they’re both quite already kNOWN

and jungkook hasn’t even started his pro career but he’s already known!!! both by his skills and the fact that he’s friends with these two champions

“i literally do not care if you beat me!! just come take the leap and be a pRO already, jungkook!!! it’s a loss as it is that you still consider yourself an amateur.”

their words, not his

ok uhm what if

what if jungkook opens a skate clinic?? he can do what he loves and in the same time, earn money!!

... yeah

okay!

that could work!! and if he feels extra prepared, then yeah maybe he’d be a pro

or would a skate clinic be useless if he isn’t a pro by then???

oh my god

jungkook’s so frustrated with all this sudden bombarding and it makes him want to tug at his hair

as much as he loves his hyungs, sometimes they just can’t seem to know when to back oFF and realize that their nudging is more like shoving

“do something productive and worth your time, jungkook. stop babysitting.”

namjoon says with an edge and that tames jungkook

what makes it worse was what they were implying in the first place

hoseok doesn’t make it discreet to look at taehyung and you

“tae, tae, look!! i’m doing it, i’m doing it!!”

you’re saying over your shoulder because omg you’re getting the lead and chimmy’s slowed down for some reason

well actually taehyung’s took it upon himself to stop behind you

“guys?”

you get an immediate answer when you feel someone effectively hALT you still and you almost fall on your ass just by the sheer strength of someone holding you up

jungkook’s holding you down and his hands are quite heAVy on your arms

there’s this unexplainable look on his face but you’re positive that it’s not one of happiness

“you should probably stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing.”

to be honest you’re unsure of how to react

but the way that jungkook looks like he’s mad at you and retreats back to those two guys with a scoff in his step --

it’s enough

it’s truly enough for you to reevaluate every decision you’ve ever made

maybe it’s simply not just a bad day for you and a case of overthinking thigs,, and it’s perhaps the fact that he want you to stop

stop whatever that is happening

you probably must be frozen in place because chimmy bounds and pounces at you

you probably must’ve looked like an utter fool,, skating in a tennis skirt and trying to outrace a damn dog in a fucking skatepark,, right in front of jungkook and his friends

“y/n, you uh, y’okay?”

tae’s worried because there’s an instant shift to your mood and he could only assume what you were feeling

tears prick at the back of your eyes and that’s the signal for you to gather your things in a flash because the last thing you’d want is to cRY in front of him

“y-yeah! i’m gonna go home, tae. chimmy’s looking for yoongi.”

the dog in question tilts his head because w hat now,,,.,., wha t,.,. he is???

you learned that dogs could smell emotions and that makes you even sadder

chimmy was behaved the whole time; didn’t even try straying you around when he keeps seeing umbrellas on the street even if he loves them

you’re okay

you should be okay

....

there’s something definitely off

yoongi’s cleaned everything and did his share of chores

the tv is still mounted and the microwave’s clean!!

chimmy didn’t have a toilet accident because if he did, he would’ve already picked it up

there’s definitely something off with yOU

because first of all, why are you here???

“not coming to the park?”

if he can recall correctly, no matter how knackered you were after work, you’d still go to the skatepark!!

... not unless you were injured??

nah because if you were injured then you’d be whining to him now

“nope :)”

you’re lying on the couch where he usually lies nowadays because you weren’t around!!

and you’re drinking from your mug that he’s claimed as his mug

and chimmy’s squished in between the tiny gap of you and the far edge of the couch

“and why?”

he’s always had answers for everything but his mind’s bLANK for this

“wanna spend time with you guys :)”

okay

that’s gotta be the answer, right???

this is definitely weird

for starters, it’s already 11 PM and jungkook’s still in the skatepark and he’s not even skating anymore

he’s just waiting

weird... you aren’t here.......

aH it’s nothing :D you’re probably just tired and didn’t want to go skate

oh and.. you’re not here the next day

or the next

or the nEXT

jungkook spends almost the entirety of his time in the park

he goes there at 3 in the afternoon and comes home at 11 in the evening

no big deal

half of the time is just spent him actually skating and the other is figuring out wHERE you are

uh maybe you’ve started to take ubers now every time you come home??

you’re not walking home anymore and the car would pass by the skatepark and jungkook wouldn’t have a single clue where you are

it’s also this time that it dawns on him that he has no means whatsoever to contact you

he didn’t ask for your number and didn’t exchange socials so he could only gUESS

he can’t come over to your apartment either because he hasn’t walked you home and therefore he wouldn’t know your address

holy shit he’s so dumb and jungkook misses you a lot

like a whole whole lot

he misses you holding onto his shoulders for support and misses your excited grin whenever you nail a trick and had a perfect run

there’s nothing that jungkook could dO besides wait

and miss you so much

and mope

kook doesn’t want to give up and miss a day because what iF you pass by when he’s not there???

he can’t have that and he wON’t have that

he’s just so antsy and he hasn’t had his fix of chimmy bounding towards him and the malamute intentionally pouncing on him whenever he’d drop-in so he could lose his balance

he just needs to see you and your duffel bag and the precious yet beat-up wristwatch you have and-

WAIT

THAT’S YOU!!!

jungkook’s brought his perfume the past few days because he wouldn’t want to be aND smell sweaty when he sees you again

he’s wearing a shirt this time and nOT a hoodie and it’s actually a nice shirt!! the pale orange makes his tattoos pop

he’s also wearing a watch so he could look business-ish and composed and he kinda hATES watches because uhhhh you ever heard of a phone, buddy??

you’re walking striaght and paying no mind at all and to your surrounding and-

there’s suddenly this cRASH in front of you and it makes you recall in response because that came out of nowhere

... and this feels oddly familiar

only this time though, it’s intentional and it’s jungkook who literally tHREW his skateboard down on the spot in front of you

“y/n? wow, what a coincidence!”

you didn’t expect to see jungkook as soOn as you anticipated that he wouldn’t be here

he laughs nervously and he tries not to overanalyze the fact that your face is blank

“yup. totally.”

you’re avoiding his gaze and meanwhile he’s searching desperately for yours

what is he feeling and why is it hurt and longing at the same time

“can i walk you home?”

the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even ponder over them longer

“i uh, i rEALLY can’t believe i never asked to walk you home!! or even ask for your number!!! but uHhhh it’s late at night and to be honest i don’t have your number and i just need to know that you’re safe and-”

he stops his rambling right there because he realizes that he’s a stuttering nervous mess

you’re a bit speechless because normally you’re the chatty one but this one.,.,,. this one’s a pleasant surprise

“yeah, yeah. okay :)”

he can’t believe either that you agreed to it but he’s immediately gathering himself and swoops your duffel for him to hold

he’s not gonna entertain a single complaint <3

it’s not exactly the most tensioned silence ever but it’s definitely nOT comfortable

“why didn’t you come to the park?”

okay well sHIT you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward

wait no

you shouldn’t be surprised!! after all, he probably did mean what he said the last time you’ve seen him

what are u gonna say now

well you coulD say that you’re busy and he’d probably fall for it!!

or reiterate the truth that he’s implied and say it with a straight face

“oh. i started intentionally falling on my ass because i missed you,” jungkook spills out of nowhere while waiting for your answer and he now realizes that might’ve been a little awkward

after all he dID admit that he missed you

ahem

“did i uhm... did i say something?”

he rephrases his question and he knows that this was the more appropriate one

your coping mechanism is to kick on the ground as if there were leaves and there are absolutely nO leaves <3

“jungkook, you told me to stop.”

he blinks rapidly at that as he tries to digest your words

he’s trying to backtrack as much as possible and it wasn’t that!!

he simply doesn’t wanna see you hurt

“i can’t explain it but holy shiT i can’t see you hurt!! a-and i know that being hurt in skating is normal but for sOME reason i can’t stand it when i see you in pain o-or-...”

jungkook just can’t explaiN what he feels

“i just -- i just don’t gEt why you’d want to be hurt?? whY are you doing this to yourself??”

you find him ridiculous and this whole situation is just rIDICULOUS

“jesus christ jungkook i did it to try and impress a guy!!”

that earns you a snort and you immediately go defensive

he seems irked and his eyes are just beGGING to be rolled

“who?? taehyung?? the guy who would’ve wiped you out if he did end up hitting you on the head with the deck just a little harder??”

“what? taehyung???” you’re so confused and jungkook hates it even more, “yeah, taehyung!!”

“i like you, jungkook!”

o-oh

uhm

a.....ha

“me?”

he points to himself to which you eagerly nod your head to

“can you excuse me for one second?”

he barely gives you the time to respond because he’s already walking away and biting his arm

he’s actually sCREAMING

you throw your head back because omg did the two of you just basically admit that you liked each other

jungkook jogs back to where you stand a presses a hefty kISS right on your cheek

he’s on too much of a high that he holds your hand and practically drags you along with him because he’s almost skIPPING from how happy he is

“okay. good. nice. very good!!!” he could now sigh in relief because whEW that robbed him off his breath

“because i fell for you when i first saw you.”

jungkook basically has nO filter now and it’s adorable because god he’s just so soft and you now know what’s going and this wouldn’t be just whatever

“huh. imagine if yOU fell for me too at the same time,,,, that would make me piss my pants.”

he cackles because wow he dO be funny :D

he’s turning to look at you to gauge at your reaction and the waY that you’re holding your eye contact with him is all-telling for your answer

oh my god

jungkook is wrapped around your pinky :’)

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Spoopy! Spoopy! Spoopy!

OTP Challenge 10/01/2020

Pairing: daddy!Thor x Reader Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie ‘s OTP Spooktacular Halloween Challenge. I’m gonna have so much fun coming back to this couple. They’re one of my favorites and I know some of you have asked for more of their day to day stuff so that’s what this will hopefully be. I’m going to seriously try and do this every day. Like Nanowrimo but for Halloween! Thanks for reading and if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Making decisions will be the death of you. Especially decisions this important.

Okay, maybe this isn’t vital in the grand scheme of things but for you, this is of the utmost importance because soon you’ll be sharing your very first Halloween with Thor.

Ben has not been able to stop talking about what he calls, spoopies.

A cute melding of spooky festivities that he created when you’d explained Halloween to him as he got bigger.

You want to make this year special. More special than it will already be with Thor here to celebrate with you.

“My love?” He calls you, voice deep and smooth like warm velvet.

Your heart stutters when your eyes find him, his hands wrapped around the handle of a bright red shopping cart laden with an array of spoopy decorations, as Ben would say.

He sits between Thor’s arms in the cart, swinging his little feet as he fidget with the smooth bleached plastic of a decorative skull. His brow furrowed as his five year old mind memorizes every dip and divot.

On his chest, harnessed to him so that she faces outward is your five-month-old little Roslyn. Heads and shoulders above her milestones, she sits confidently against Thor’s chest, her little legs kicking wildly as she spots you, her little lips puckered as she breathes in and out quickly. She’s hyperventilating it looks like with the excitement she feels at the sight of you.

She releases a fierce and high pitched battle cry to get your attention which she already mostly has save for the part of your brain that is highly focused on the irresistible image of Thor pushing a cart with your little girl strapped to his chest and your son relaxed between his protective hold.

Even though it looks normal, Thor is on alert. Always when the four of you are out and about. He’s been a wreck with worry since the two of you got married and the media got a hold of the photos.

Benny’s face had been plastered across every paper, magazine, and internet article along with your own and Thor had been livid.

It took the entirety of the Avengers to calm him and even then, Tony had Steve keep a pair of arc reactor powered handcuffs nearby. Just in case.

“Wanna borrow them later?” Tony had teased you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while Thor fumed at the other side of the common room in the compound.

Idiot.

So even if he’s learned to pretend that he’s relaxed in public, his defense is always up. His vigilance heightened. A feral daddy for his precious little ones who now everyone knows thanks to the nature of a media driven world.

“What’s that?” You frown, moving closer to him to reach for a spot on his shoulder. The strange shape of an oblong wet spot stains the soft fabric of his charcoal pea coat. Underneath, his white shirt stands bright in contrast.

“What?” He searches the spot you touch before sweeping his hand underneath yours to grab and pull to his lips where he presses a soft kiss to the base of your palm. “It’s a little bit of spittle.”

“That doesn’t look like drool, Thor.” You frown, looking to Rosie who grabs at your shirt now that you’re within reach.

“Rosie threw up a little. She’s alright.” He promises, pulling your hand up to his lips again.

There’s a flurry of gasps and murmurings from behind you and you make to pull your hand away to avoid getting caught on camera in a display of tooth-rotting affection but Thor holds on tighter, keeping his lips pressed to your hand.

With a sigh, you relent and let him do as he pleases, frowning at him instead because you know exactly what’s happening here.

“Thor, did you throw her up in the air again?”

Thor drops your hand and throws his arms out to the sides, a look of getting caught contorting his handsome features into the goof you’ve come to know and love.

“She likes it!” He explains.

With a growl you move back towards the shelf you’d been pondering.

“I won’t do it again.” Thor lies. “I promise.”

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep Thor. Or I’ll start making you pay for them.” You threaten and you gasp as his head is beside you suddenly, lips close but not too close as he’s only slightly bent down towards you as he whispers.

“Punishment?” He whispers and the heat of his breath makes your skin pimple. “I like a good spanking.”

“Shut up!” You push his face away and he erupts into hearty chuckles as Rosie coos and giggles with her daddy.

“Why have you been standing here for hours on end?” Thor asks, his focus on Rosie however as she reaches towards the shelf to grab at a pair of cute light up pumpkins. Not exactly spooky but the color changes from yellow to green, purple, blue, red, orange, and back to yellow.

“I can’t decide what to get.” You confess, adjusting the baby bag on your shoulder.

Thor contemplates the decorations brow furrowed as he also blindly reaches for the bag on your shoulder, taking it from you to place on his own massive shoulders.

“Well, Rosie likes the pumpkins, get those.” He points at them, reaching with his other hand to take hold of Rosie’s little hand.

She wraps her fingers around his tightly, squeezing with surprising strength. Their Asgardian blood is strong and have clearly overtaken your own human genes.

“Daddy?” Ben’s voice interjects, thoughtful and low.

When the two of you turn to look at him, you find him pouting.

“Which ones shall we get, my son? Which would you prefer?” Thor wonders, looking down at his little boy.

“I wan’ the spoopy ones, daddy. Spoopy. Wike vampiewos o’ woofs, ‘o monstuss.” Ben explains, his speech still a little bit of a worry for you but Doctor Cho assures you he’s fine and will grow out of it.

“But then you’ll be up at night, sweet pea. I don’t want you to be scared.” You reach over to stroke his cheek and he shakes his head firmly.

“Nooo, mommy. I’m bwave!” He declares. “Get the spoopy ones.”

“Why not jus get both?” Thor suggest and reaches over you to grab a set of the light up pumpkins and adds them to the pile of other more homely decorations you’d picked out earlier. Pillows and throws with pumpkins and ghosts and witches. Garlands and lights, small mini pumpkins and brooms and candy buckets to put in your kitchen.

“Both?” You gasp, a little surprise but also because you didn’t think of it first.

“Yes.” Thor smiles amused by your shock but then grabs the set of scary faces in mirrors that disappear and reappear. “We can make both our children happy.”

“Yay!” Ben cheers, clapping his hands and abandoning the fake skull you’d picked out for the living room side table among the other decorations. “Spoopy! Spoopy! Spoopy!”

His chanting draws a chuckle from Thor, a fond caress from you, and giggles from the others watching from the end of the aisle made too scared by those videos of Thor threatening strangers who’d gotten too close to you or the babies to move closer.

The world loves Ben and Rosie, and though the exposure has made you wary of the possible threats that might come from being so out in the open about your lives together, you relish in the fact that they seem to love your sweet little peas just as much as you do.

#otp challenge #spooktacular halloween #thor x reader #to be seen #daddy!thor x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #thor odinson x reader #thor fluff #shreddedparchment #to be seen otp #pt.01

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chaseatinydream · 4 years ago

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sly san who sacrifices (iii) || c.s (atz)

➳ pairing: reader x choi san (ateez)

➳ word count: 2580

➳ genre: badboy au; fluff; angst

➳ synopsis: to the school, he may be a bad boy, the worst of the worst, but to you, he’s choi san, father of three cats, your best friend and ultimately, the boy you’re in love with.

>>>

You’re sitting at one of the tables in the open area of the coffee shop, watching the birds flutter gracefully overhead as they caw to one another. The bright, multicolored walls of the surrounding shop houses brighten the area, hydrangeas reaching upwards like meandering fingers, their pretty white blooms looking like the puffy white clouds in the blue sky above them.

There’s almost something magical about this moment, at this little coffee shop. It holds so many memories for you and your best friend, from the very first time you learned that the school’s fearsome bad boy only liked his coffee tooth rottingly sweet to the many lighthearted chats you’d had over a shared frappe even though San was rich enough to buy twenty of his own.

You know this place like it’s the back of your hand, memories tugging at you from every little mismatched table and chair, the chimes dangling from the front door like music to your ears. By all means, this should be a peaceful day for you, sipping coffee at your usual spot with the perfect weather to accompany it... But today?

It’s anything but that.

They spill from the inside of you before you can stop them.

“I think I like San.”

When the words leave your mouth, they’re something along the lines of what you’d call a revelation. It’s as if your eyes have been opened to the truth, like something has been hiding it from you all this while, buried under layers of platonic feelings and the label of mere friendship. It feels like a thousand galaxies have exploded in the space of a single breath, stars and suns dying out all at once, an entire swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You turn to the one sitting opposite you. Park Seonghwa, resident school badboy, kitten lover and one of your new best friends, returns your gaze over the rim of his cup, eyelashes fluttering a little as he takes in your words. Your breath catches and you lean forward in your chair, waiting for him to react, waiting for his verdict...

If you are expecting some form of surprise, a trace of shock, at least, you are sorely disappointed. The older boy merely takes a long, relaxed sip of his cappuccino, sets down the cup with way too much calm for a moment such at this and nods with all the patience of a sage.

“I know.”

He knows?

You nearly choke on your own coffee, turning around to cough rather ungracefully as the hot caffeine scalds your throat. At the sound of your sputtering, Seonghwa yelps in alarm and rushes around the table to slap your back gently in some attempt to help you, “Are you alright?”

You wave him off, setting down your cup unsteadily as you wheeze for air. A little of the coffee spills over the rim and onto the cup. “Y-yeah... Just... Give me a moment.”

As you wipe your mouth, you try to collect your thoughts. What does Seonghwa mean by the fact that he knows? You’ve never told anyone else but him! Hell, even you just found out yourself!

“How-” You cough again and Seonghwa almost reaches over to pat you on the back once more. “How did you know?”

Seonghwa’s hand falters for a split second before it touches you and returns to his side, where it rests next to his half finished cup of coffee, a curious frown pulling on his lips. “I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. When did you realise that you like San-ie?

Your eyebrows pinch together as you try to determine the exact point of time you had realised this fact. Thinking back, you wind back your memories like the film on a cassette tape, watching endearing moments and listening to seemingly simple words replay in your mind over and over again.

The feeling in your chest started about a month ago, when you had been over at San’s house one day after school. San had decided to play truant, calling the lessons boring and had somehow dragged you along with him even though you’d protested the entire way. Claude had nearly had a coronary when the two of you had rung the doorbell of the front gates, lecturing San like a stern father the entire way into the main house. But instead of turning the same venomous gaze onto Claude as San did to all his teachers, your best friend had merely worn a happy smile as he listened to his butler’s nagging, looking the most content you’d ever seen him.

It was still early in the day and you were exhausted from being practically kidnapped by your best friend, so San had suggested playing with his pets. The two of you had sat on the white marbled floors of the mansion’s entry hall, Shiber curled up in San’s lap while you curled your fingers through Darong’s soft grey fur. It had been a warm, peaceful afternoon, and while nothing especially significant had happened at all, you remembered the conversation the two of you had had as if it were just yesterday.

“Doesn’t this feel like a family?”

You paused in stroking Darong, the tiny cat mewing in protest when your hand stilled against its fur. Frowning, you turned around to look at San a little more clearly, taking in the way he was casually lounging against the wall of the hallway. Dressed in sweats and a simple hoodie with a small Shiba Inu snoozing in his lap, he looked nothing like the rebel he was in school, so intensely focused on scratching Shiber behind the ears that you’d briefly wondered if he had said anything at all.

“What did you say?” You asked, reaching to scratch Puchi under the chin and you felt the larger cat purr ever so softly, entire body vibrating as he sank into your touch. The smile came to San’s lips naturally, his eyes never leaving Shiber as he spoke with ease, seemingly lost in thought.

“This. Us.” He emphasized, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. Your eyes were involuntarily drawn to that minute action, fingers slowing under Puchi’s head as you waited for him to elaborate. “This kind of feels like a family, don’t you think?”

You thought about it for a moment, fully intent on teasing him for a moment... but there was something quiet, somber, even, in his tone that stopped you from doing so. Frowning a little, you cocked your head and asked aloud, voice laced with curiosity.

“How so?”

“Well...” San dragged the word out thoughtfully, squeezing Shiber lightly. The dog let out a tiny ‘woof’ and buried his face deeper into San’s belly, sniffing the hem of his master’s shirt. But San didn’t react at all, eyes lost in some imaginary world you couldn’t quite see. “I could be the dad and you could be the mom, you know. And they could be our kids.”

His free hand, the one that wasn’t resting on the ruff of Shiber’s collar, pointed at the two cats in your lap and for a second, something delicate and soft, like the wings of a butterfly, brushed the edges of your heart.

“Yeah.” You breathed softly, as if you could break the precious silence of the room by speaking just a little too loud, closing your own eyes. “We could be.”

“I’m not sure... Probably a while ago.” You try to play it off. There’s something just too intimate about that moment to you, too precious for you to reveal to even Seonghwa. The blond haired boy merely shrugs, taking a mouthful of his latte. The two of you sit in peaceful silence for a while and you take the opportunity to ponder your thoughts.

San.

Your best friend.

There’s something about him that’s just... different. You aren’t sure how to describe the lightness that you feel when you’re with him, how he seems to intuitively know what to do whenever you’re feeling down. Everyone may call him a rebel, violent, reckless, but really, you know that he is a kind person at heart.

“You’ve changed him, you know?” Seonghwa tells you softly and you’re startled out of your thoughts, staring at him in surprise. You’re utterly confused, quite unable to comprehend his words.

“What do you mean?” You nearly trip over your words in your haste, but Seonghwa merely smiles gently at you, patting your hand with his own. “Ever since coming to this school and meeting you, San has really become so different. From someone who didn’t care about who he hurt, from a person who cared only for himself and enjoyed playing others like they were his own dolls, he’s become so much more... human.”

“What? Nah.” You try to wave his words off, feeling a little embarrassed. There’s no way you could have changed San so much. “San was already a nice person from the beginning, that’s how we got so close-”

“Did he ever tell you why he was expelled from his former school?” Seonghwa asks, voice serious and you halt, swallowing nervously. You know that San had been kicked out of his former school due to misbehavior on his part, but how serious could it be?

“No?”

“He got involved with a drug gang and dealing in contraband. That’s where he met Wooyoung.” Seonghwa tells you grimly and your mouth falls open in horror. You can’t comprehend exactly how serious that must have been. “And while he was high he got reckless and nearly beat another student half to death under the influence. The two of them got expelled together and came here.”

The rest of his words are left unsaid.

Where he met you.

“But... he met the rest of you... of ATEEZ!” You blabber furiously, head spinning in circles now. You don’t know what to say. “I mean, I’m sure all of you would have changed him for the better too! You’re all good friends who’d do anything for each other, wouldn’t you?”

Seonghwa nods firmly without a second’s hesitation at your words, fingers drumming on the side of his cup. “True. I’d do anything for any of my friends. But you see, there’s something different between good friends... and those who are good influences. If San came to any of us with a problem, we’d likely try to beat up the problem for him, take him out to the bar, encourage him to sleep his problem off.” You can’t help but let out a little snort at his words, but Seonghwa hushes you with a sad smile. “But with you? You teach San to rein in his anger, to keep his cool, to be the best person he can possibly be. He wants to be a good person for you.”

You’re stunned into silence.

“But-” You can barely find the words to protest with, reeling from shock. Did you... really do that to San?

“Think back on who he used to be. Whoring around, drinking till the wee hours of morning, hanging out late at parties.” Seonghwa tells you honestly. “But after meeting you, we barely see him there anymore. For example, last Tuesday’s party at Changbin’s house-”

“San, I’m stressed!”

“Oh?” Your best friend’s amused voice came over the phone as you whined and flopped onto your bed, notes sprawled over the sheets. “Isn’t the test tomorrow?”

You sat up so fast you could feel the bones in your back creaking, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “How do you of all people know that there’s a test tomorrow?”

“You’ve been ranting about it for the past week, silly.” He said so fondly that you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Could you bring over Darong for me to pet?” You joked, closing your eyes as you imagined running your fingers through the kitten’s soft fur. San’s house was at the opposite side of town, you mused to yourself in disappointment. What a pity, or you would have headed over to his mansion to give the small cat hugs and kisses-

Minutes later after you had hung up, San had arrived at your doorstep, a soft grey kitten in a basket under his arm and a stack of notes in his hands. Upon seeing your dumbstruck face, he had merely grinned, bopped you on the nose and jerked his head at the door.

“Wanna study together?”

“I told him I was stressed out over tests and he came over to study with me.” You recall, eyes widening. You weren’t aware that there was a party last Tuesday! “San didn’t tell me-”

“He wanted to spend time with you.” Seonghwa informs you gently, shaking his head in light amusement. “And we both know-”

“-San hates studying.” You finish off his sentence and Seonghwa chuckles softly, nodding. Then his smile softens into something a little more warm, a little more sweet and you can’t help but return it, your thoughts wandering to San.

Has he really changed that much?

“True love changes people.” Seonghwa tells you, beaming. “And even if you didn’t love San, I honestly think he’s already fallen for you. Hard, actually.”

Now that you can wave off confidently. “Nah, he just sees me as a friend.”

The side of Seonghwa’s lip quirks upwards and he leans forward, thumb swiping a bit of cream smudged on the side of your mouth and you yelp in shock, batting his hand away. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. “Seonghwa-oppa, what are you-”

“San does that to you all the time, you know?” Seonghwa grins, a mischievous grin playing on his lips and you blanch in realisation. You’d never realised-

Suddenly, it starts raining.

“Let’s go!” Seonghwa grabs your wrist and the two of you run for shelter, Seonghwa pulling you under the canvas of the shop’s awning. You’re breathless, wet from the rain, but you can’t help but laugh brightly as the truth comes to you, so much more clear this time.

“I love San.” You say louder this time and Seonghwa smiles near radiantly at you, slinging his leather jacket around your shoulders. It’s warm, but you crave for the thick wool of San’s red coat, the familiar scent that lingers there at the collar.

You want him.

“So take this until San gives you his coat instead.” He laughs and you wrap your arms around him to give him a big hug.

“Thank you, Seonghwa-oppa.”

The silver charms on your bracelet clink against each other as if calling to something, and you glance up in surprise.

There’s a lone man in the middle of the street, standing alone in the pouring rain, wearing a black coat and a cap tugged low over the his eyes, hands shoved in his pockets. Something about his posture, the slight sag of his shoulders and the way his head is tilted downwards, it makes you feel sad for him. Is he alright?

Squinting, you lean forward to catch a glimpse of his features, but the man merely hikes up the collar of the coat before you can see his face.

But he seems familiar... somehow.

“Seonghwa-oppa.” You tug at the older boy’s sleeve insistently, urgently, and he turns to look at you in confusion. You point at the man, certain that you’ve seen him somewhere before.

“Do you recognise him-”

But before you can finish your sentence, he’s already gone.

#ateez #ateez san #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #san fanfic #choi san #w; san #w; fanfiction

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ddeadbot · 4 years ago

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🌹🍒🍊😊🌠🔮 🌸 💗

woof thats a lot so I'm gonna stick to Val unless you want to hear more about Vien

🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?

Val has difficulty making friends or well he doesn't think there being his friend there just being nice to get something or use him. Show him kindness he return it best he knows how, only actively be mean when he knows hes not wanted and such. He's the kind to just stick to himself or a friend that probably took him to the party.

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

Val doesn't know what to fully expect in any relationship for him or for the other. He'd sorta mimic till he got a better understanding of where he it relationship is but mostly not pay much mind to it. In romantic relationships he more forward with affections and sharing things but gets little bashful at times when its done to him.

🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

Val eat just about anything not very picky. Pork ramen bowls are his favorite and has a bit of a sweet tooth too.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC genrally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

He doesn't smile much, if he feels really down he’s gonna isolate himself and stew in it sadness. He’ll wait for it to pass or just work to help it pass. If he want to make others happy he usually sneaks, snacks around them and leaves them to find.

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

I guess first friend was the adopted parent figure they had as a kid, (Usually refer them as Robin or Rob) they taught him a lot of surviving the city till Robs death that he blames on himself.

Also count Valentine (@faepunkprince ), They met as kids at one of the homeless camps Rob would stop him and Val at. Val or V devised a plan to steal a cake and got the other to help and they split it after the successful hist. After that they lost contact till a year or two later Val was in a pretty isolated state cause lost eye and it not to long after Robs passing. He ran into V at a park he was living in and they spend some time together, he come back periodically visit but one time V was gone. Val figured he left the city or died and mostly moved on with his life cherishing the memories. They've met up as adults sort not aware it was them at first but he's been enjoying there the reunting.

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

Star gazing, both and late nights

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

Hmm I haven’t thought of this, its not really like default Vs but maybe similar, quiet laugh and no accent. He is good at singing too.

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

He wouldn’t think he have one but it most likely be his loyalty to those closest, and that he does care for the small people effect but the city as he was one.

#cp 2077 #oc: Val #thanks💕 hope I answered these ok #Anonymous

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rockettransman · 5 years ago

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Rocketman Watch #4 Thoughts

i have so many MORE thoughts can you believe it wow here we go

(i wrote these as i watched it so they’re in order im p sure)

man, his intro monologue during group therapy is just as gripping as it was when I first watched it. And the transition to the bitch is back is so fuckin good. My palms are sweating.

There’s some commentary about forgiving and loving your inner/past child, but I don’t have the words for it at this moment. In the beginning he’s staring down, confused and scowling at his child self, but at the end, he embraces him in a way his father and loved ones never did.

Was he in therapy/rehab WHILE touring and doing music? Stomping into the room in his regalia would have me believe so. I know group therapy was a medium for storytelling. Was it just signaling the very beginning of his story, because we go through different stages through his actions and clothing changes?

Lmao I imagine it must take some pretty cool parents to allow their, like, six or seven year old child to be in this movie. He said bitch so many times.

Took me a hot second to realize the orchestra he’s conducting is playing Rocket Man. The violins are so pretty. Imagine being picked to be in the orchestra on set and getting smile up at the tiny little kid who played Elton. My heart would absolutely swell seeing a little kid being so fantastic at this really intense job.

Kit Connor did amazing in his role. He’s fifteen and he’s already done so much! Imagine growing up knowing you played Elton John as a kid. Getting to work alongside him and his husband and the dozens of incredible actors. Wowie. I’d never shut up about it.

I LOVE how 12 year old Elton is playing the piano SO HARD and is trying to rock out as hard as he can while playing classical music. The boy wanna ROCK dammit.

HE GLANCED UP THE TINIEST BIT WHEN THE MAN ASKED IF ANYONE HAD A FAG (slang for cigarette)

SATURDAY NIGHTS ALRIGHT GIVES ME CONSTANT CHILLS FROM THE START TO FINISH

WOOOW SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD ELTON IS CUTE AS HEEELLLL. The hair, glasses, and front tooth gap fit Taron so well. Goddamn I hope I look like 17 year old Elton some day.

The choreography for this number is absolutely breathtaking. You have to get that many people all in sync! We followed Elton running through the crowd and AAHHH it was a lot! The athleticism! And they did it in the rain! Wow I’m blow away.

Elton is JAMMIN in the back of the stage. It’s really sweet to see his smile and enthusiasm and his brain thinking and working.

That guy in the back peed a LOT lmao

I was wondering where thank you for all of your loving came in.

Charlie Rowe plays Ray Williams, and he also plays LEO ROTH from Red Band Society!!! The first time I watched the movie, I KNEW him from somewhere, but I couldn’t place it and it was driving me nuts. Man. RBS was a big crutch during the worst lows of my ED. Had no idea he was English.

Love to see how shy Elton was as a teenager. It’s a hot ass mood. Also, those silk scarves? Ascots? idk but they’re a LOOK.

“One frothy coffee, no froth.”

The acquaintances-to-best-friends montage set to Border Song *chefs kiss*

Rock And Roll Madonna Is A Perfect Song Send Tweet

Lmao Elton is NOT phased at all when he gets accused of being gay. He’s just like. “Nah. I’m like. Not.” Not overly defensive and surprised, like I’m sure other people would be lmaooo

STUMBLING HOME DRUNK WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A MILESTONE IN TEENAGEHOOD!!!!!!!

“You are a ssSSHHIIIITT HOT piano player—”

So delicate of Bernie the way he politely denied a kiss from him. It wasn’t weird or tense at all. Just a gentle “love you, but not that way. It’s okay” Some people may not be able to handle it that well even today.

Taron’s got nice thighs. That robe & underwear getup is a nice look.

Love love LOVE hearing him experiment with Your Song on the piano to find a melody that worked.

Honestly what the shit do these songs even mean. Bernie sometimes these words don’t make any sense. Don’t worry, they still slap. “See I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue” like what

AMOREENA IS A PERFECT SONG SEND TWEET

Doug flirting with Bernie makes me snort every time. “Oh, really? That’s.. cool.”

THE TROUBADOUR OUTFIT IS GOOD AS SHIT!!!!!!!!

“NO, BERNIE. YOU ARE UNDERREACTING.”

Taron was right. The overalls do make his ass look massive.

A week ago before this movie I was sick and fuckin TIRED of crocodile rock but now I can’t get enough of it. The movie transformed a lot of old songs I was sick of for me.

Imagine being a kind of shy, nervous kid, terrified to go on stage, but two and a half minutes later the entire venue is LOSING IT because they love the jam YOU WROTE. how cool for Elton.

I want a best friend platonic cheek kiss :(

Hmmmmm I’m wondering if they used the studio recordings that went on the album for the movie or have different movie-specific recordings. Tiny Dancer sounds a teeny bit different in the movie version.

Goddamn I sure hope Taron got to keep that jacket.

“So you liked the song, then?” “Not as much as the singer” *Elton glances away in gay panic*

LMFAO John said some weird colorful words to Elton that barely made sense and he was like OH FUCK GOTTA KISS HIM GOTTA KISS HIM

I’ve talked so much about the sex scene I don’t need to go on about it here. Go search the rocketman tag on my blog for my extensive gay thoughts about it.

Now I know glasses come OFF during sex

oh oh oh I was wondering where Hercules fell in the movie. I love how the songs he’s writing or getting notoriety for is played over the transition scenes.

Elton’s hand on his hip, knowing smirk as John enters the studio. “Hello.”

Bernie is like “HELLO are we RECORDING or are y’all gonna FUCK in the CLOSET?”

*vibrating* Honky Cat Honky Cat Honky Cat Honky Cat

Damn, the flowy white button down with the red pants really is a LOOK

The gestures, staring up at each other, leaning into each other, hands on each other’s chests, damn it makes me feel some typa way. Maybe their love WAS good and fun and exciting while they rode the high of everything before it all went so so bad.

Elton searching John’s gaze while he’s talking and looking like he’s not really paying attention, just looking for a kiss on the couch.. GOD I remember the honeymoon phase of my relationships. So much fun.

His dad going “N-Not really my thing.” That was a metaphor for his SEXUALITY TOO, huh.

Damn. He went to his dad’s to come out to him and he never even got to get to that part. He was just like “....nice shoes....” and even after all this time, didn’t show any interest in his music. If he never was into what he did, how could he even talk about being gay? I’m sure during that scene there were a lot of metaphors to sexuality but I didn’t bother to think much about them.

The eyebrow quirk after his dad says “ah—no. Could you make it out to Arthur?” DAMN Elton was like .. “really. This is what’s happening? Okay. Awesome.”

“What do you have to do to get a fucking drink around here, eh?” *cuts to Elton drinking straight from a bottle*

“Elton—” “Elton!”

John saying “don’t you ever put your hands on me” when he was the one who yanked him from the phone booth AND directly after punching him... woof man. What a shitty dude.

Damn, just noticed John talking very quietly and closely to another man right before he goes on and plays Pinball Wizard. Was this the first sign of him having fun with other men when Elton was indisposed?

Pinball Wizard is absolutely intense and loud and fun, but it DOES carry the tone of “god im SO miserable” under it all. You knew Elton wasn’t having fun.

“It is next week.” Jeezus.

LMAO I just caught the “mom, you’re ON my GOWN” when he reluctantly complies to give the Anderson’s a tour.

Damn, flowy, loose dress shirts with the first few buttons undone is a LOOOOK.

How did they do the overdose scene, you think? Surely the pills Taron took had to be like. Empty. Or placebo affect drugs? Idk. He did take a big drink directly after stuffing his mouth with them. I don’t think he spit them out.

God, there is SOMETHING symbolic about how he meets his child self at the bottom of the pool. Rock bottom? Apologizing? Wishing he could be better? Telling him he’ll never be better?

OH I watched a behind the scenes cut about the pool scene, and none of it was CGI. Taron was weighted under his robe and a SCUBA diver was on standby to provide oxygen. The singing and bubbles coming out of his mouth and stuff underwater was all real.

Dying to know about the choreography around the second chorus, about the undressing and twirling and dressing and injection and handing off of the bat and stuff. That sequence was incredible.

Bennie and the Jets. Damn. It fucks. I listened to it almost the entire time on my run today. (Five miles; I felt like garbage the entire time but it was good anyway.) The scene is wild. He’s in the middle of a drug induced haze orgy. He SHOULD be having the time of his life but he’s so goddamn miserable. (Also, the juxtaposition between Chris Fleming’s Bennie and the Jets is so funny.)

Part of the problem was that John never understood Elton. But, Elton broke it off with John, not the other way around like he said it was. He wasn’t the victim in that regard. John did treat him like shit though.

Victim of Love plays right after that lmao

Renate and he aren’t even close when they do the duet to don’t let the sun go down on me. They’re separated in different rooms, mirroring literally how closed off their relationship was.

The shot with them waking up in different rooms.. damn

His shirt is so LOUD I’m going crazy

Watching Taron down that orange juice made me a little nauseous I gotta say

“Not really I’m gAy”

It’s CRAZY to watch Elton and his mom interact at the dinner scene. He gets accosted and accused of so much by his mom, claiming SHE’S the victim of his actions, making it all about HER and then he turns around and does and says the exact same shit to Bernie.

He yells “Oh, don’t be so dramatic!” at Bernie as he gets into a taxi. THE PROJECTION!! THE DEFLECTION!!!!

I know there’s only so much they can put in two hours, but I wish they showed more of Elton’s eating issues. He had bulimia for sixteen years before he got help. It’s Absolutely the Man With Anorexia in me, but seeing that even men deal with eating disorders quells the lonely aching something in me. I feel that much less alone, you know. Eating disorders aren’t a “woman’s disease.”

How do you think they did his hair? A wig adds more hair, not take it away. He didn’t get his hair cut for it did he?

Seeing Elton’s first love fall apart because John was such a selfish, heartless prick in reality makes me sad.

Elton hugs his inner child when he reconciled with everyone in his past. Goddamn. He found peace and forgiveness for himself, who he was, even after all that time.

When Elton asks him not to go, Bernie refuses, saying this is something he had to do on his own. Healing comes from within alone. No one can help you do it. People can guide you, but you have to work at it. It’s fucking lonely sometimes, but it’s so, so worth it.

I used to loathe I’m Still Standing since i heard it so much at work, but the movie changed my entire perspective on it. I love the slow build up as he exits the rehab center. You don’t get thrown into something so happy and fast paced and fun after a cathartic climax you need to drink in. And the pan to his hat with the rainbow stripe to his smile. I get chills every time. Elton feels so right and secure and happy in himself. At first I thought it was a bit cheesy, but accepting your sexuality, especially after all the hell he went through during his life, grappling with unresolved trauma and fear of abandonment, he absolutely should wear it loud and proud. It’s easy to think times are much easier now being gay, and it shouldn’t be such a big deal. Relative to 1975, it is easier. But it doesn’t mean it’s not such a rough personal thing to work through if you’ve been spit on and resented all your life. Being gay, coming out, and accepting and being comfortable with that fact must’ve been such a HUGE milestone in Elton’s recovery and self-esteem.

Love me again after I’m still standing is perfect. The credits make me tear up every time. Jeez. What a good movie. What a good movie. Hit me up if you wanna talk about Rocketman because I absolutely will with you.

#like if you read pls #noah.txt #rocketman #elton john #rocket man #bernie taupin #richard madden #john reid

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 6 years ago

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You’ve got a friend in me.

My life is sometimes like news papers. Everyday is another issue... Mostly the ones you'd never believe it without solid evidence to back it up.

This is one of those times that would have been in front pages if we were found out...

Before who I've brought to my home, here's what happened earlier before this scene.

I was almost done with my shift of paroling one of the more peaceful streets. My kids are at one of their friends house for a weekend sleep overs, one of the privileges they only get if they're being good and done all of their homework for the whole week. My friend and my love, Sheba and Kitty, are having a girls night with things like watching that new show called 'I love Lucy.' So they'll be out late and I will have my moment of a peaceful evening if I have the chance...

Then I bumped into am odd character who came out from a bookstore. He had a blue suit, yellow pants and shirt, a pink tie and a ribbon on the blue fedora hat, and a light brown pair of shoes. He concealed his face with his hat a bit to avoid his face being recognized, but something tells me that I saw him before... He then noticed another odd character that I can tell he's from a mafia, judging from his stripped black suit attire and his smug look when he knew he found him.

Like any policemen would do, I had to protect the citizens, even if you don't know them well. I took out my badge to show him I'm mean serious business when I told him he's making the little guy uncomfortable. He may have been an average height, but with my size, he can easily picked me up with both hands. He was about to tell me off until he noticed his target has a present box with red ribbon on it. We both looked at him confused when he placed his hand on the present box's lid and opened it. It was a spring trap knock out glove!

His grasp let go of me and then I was dragged off by my victim now saviour to an empty alley way when we were far away and out of sight. As much as I wanted to thank him, I can't accept this kind of reckless act even if it was to save me. But just before I opened my mouth, his hat fell off and his iconic bangs fell off his sides and his unusual hair style had popped up. My hands clamped me up before any sounds escapes...

Even if I rarely read the magazines, I knew very well who he is....

And then we're here in my parole car in front of my house, just like at the beginning of this story I'm about to tell you.

“Is this your home? It looks so neat!” He said. “This is a great hideout for the moment! My hotel was a bit crowded with some reporters for another movie star actor. If you haven't offered me that chance, my visit cover would have been blown and ended both in the front pages of Chicago AND California. Bendy would probably made something mean out of it... May we go in now?” He then sounded like a kid who just made a new friend and... I felt like I'm a peasant that's gonna show an aristocrat my 'humble little home.'

I mean, what can you expect if your new 'friend' is the son of one of the most successful animator and he himself is one, apart he's one of the faces of Hollywood and one of the V.I.P list invitees must haves.

I'm talking about Mickey 'Mouse' Disney... THE Mickey 'Mouse' Disney. Right. Next. to. me.

And he's waiting at my door steps eagerly for me... almost like hell is in my state of mind. At the same time, my mind is asking me not why he's here in this windy city, but out of any other places we could have gone that's not too opened in public, why is my home the first thing on his mind?!

Anyways, I decided not to ponder much and let him in. I knew that my house is nothing like an upper class one with it's own bar, multiple bathrooms and a huge staircase that lead to probably Rapunzel’s tower. It's got family pictures, some decent furniture and just basic, average things in a normal home...

But that doesn't faze him. “This is sooooo interesting. Are these your kids? Do you have sweets? Sorry, I'm having a bit of a sweet tooth. Is your whole family here or not yet? I would love to meet them personally!” He sped talked while he looked with enthusiasm at all of my past and present family photos like he's never seen them before.

Like my kids, I think I need to settle him down a bit before he's gonna break something by accident with the way he's going.

“How about we talk more about it in the dinning room? Although the only sweets I have were peanut butter cookies that were made last night.” I had to tell him.

He wasn't mad like I would expect from someone with his reputation. “Oh no, it's fine! I used to eat my stash of Halloween candies all year round when I was little and they're still good even for a day! I love peanut butter anyways! Hey! That would gave me an idea on my next baking goods at my studio. I will take notes on that!”

Funny... I don't remember anything him being a baking type... then again, as a bookworm myself, you can't judge a book by it's cover.

As I passed over a plate full of those peanut butter cookies and a tall glass of milk, he munched down on one and said with a mouthful. “Yummers! I don't know you make these, except the recipe, but these are good!” Thankfully I've thought about having some napkins in case if we spill some. He then realized on his manners and quickly apologized as he used the napkins. “Oopsies! I'm so sorry. I totally forgot my manners. I was having constantly lunches with business men and stars that I was constantly keeping my appearances up. It can be really stressful, but I know that not exactly a good excuse. I'm really being rude, aren't I?” He sounded like he really didn't mean it on purpose.

“Oh, no, it's alright. When we're tired, we do sometimes have some tendencies to let our guards down without realizing and I can relate as a detective and a single parent-uncle.” I do my detective work half of my time and the rest is mostly on my kids and close family. Yeah, I can relate as much if I was woofing down my meals like I'm late or something.

He was surprised on that last part. “Single parent-uncle? What... happened?” He then showed some concern like other people would have done whenever I told them that. I knew that it's not something that I can dodge anytime, but at least it can give them some understanding.

Few stories later...

“I see... I'm sorry for what had happened to your older sister and your father. I shouldn't have asked something like that.” He sadly replied. “No, it's alright. Sometimes talking about it to someone who would lend an ear helps. It's nothing new to me whenever I met parents of my nephew's friends and some. I'm pretty much used to it.” I assured him. I've dealt with many things in life at an early age that it didn't bother me as much and I can tell he's not faking his iconic personality.

“To be fair, I too lost someone. My mother. She passed away when I was about a year younger than yours are... She might have died from an illness, but I know that feeling and what you've been going through at the time.” He said truthfully like from his heart.

“I appreciate your compassion, but we're alright now. We did had one of my uncles to come over to watch over us while I graduated and gone through the police academy training until I got the job and can financially support ourselves. I also had a few close friends who supported me as well, so it's not so bad when times get a bit rough at times. Really, we're doing great so far.” I assured him. I knew it's never easy in life, but I'm not interested to complain at every problem in my way and be over dramatic. If I want that, I'll go to one of the Broadway theaters.

It seems that I cheered him up a bit. “Well, at least you got them like I have mine. They looked similar to you and the other man from the older portraits, aren't they?” I nodded. “That's true. We mostly take from my father... except...”

“Except?” He tilted his head in curiosity. “They have emerald green eyes and I... I have my mother's eyes. They're a bit unique and I'm the only one who has them.” As much as I hate liars, I'm not even good as one. I was raised with honesty, unlike my cousin...

“Really? I think they looks so cool! I bet that golden color would make my big brother jealous!” Mickey complimented me. That IS a surprise for me. Nobody else had ever said that except my girl and friends... “Cool? Jealous? But... aren't they a bit.... odd?”

“No way! I think it's very unique and they do compliment your looks! I always think being different is a great trait. I mean, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be like everybody, but how do we stand apart if we want to be special? In a good way, of course.” He said with big sparkling eyes. I knew that he's known to be a positive person, but I didn't think he'd still be one when we're alone.

“I appreciate your compliment, but I've always been picked on because of these. It had died down as I grew older, but sometimes I get some odd glances at me.”

“That I can relate.” He took a sip from his cup of milk. “I used to be teased at my elementary school because I had natural curl buns.” He patted his right hair bun to imply.

“You? But didn't you used to be a child star? I remembered you in one of those cereal and juice commercials when I was younger. Many of my classmates would have begged their parents and have whatever you'd be having.” Normally, if I had someone in my class is somewhat similar to him, I'd be really impressed and wanted to try the same thing.

“Trust me, it's not that simple from my first experiences.” I raised an eyebrow at that. “From one side, in the commercials stand point, the products were either a hit or a miss. The cereals weren't as edible as it was, even with the milk and the last juice promotion that I tried, I ended up in a hospital for almost three days.” I gagged. I did had bad taste testing before, but I didn't expect someone like him to be any different. “Even if I DID had some success, there are still some who's still didn't like me. One time, there was a bunch of older kids ganged up and beat me. They even took my new drawing pad, colouring pencils and my new stuffed plush that my dad had gotten me.” I can see that he's not making this up as I heard this and felt a bit of anger from what happened to him at the time. “I'm... sorry. I didn't know you were that bullied at the time... Compared to mine, yours was so... worse.”

“Verbal or Physical, both are wrong. Yet, here we are.” He implied to both of us. “Me? I just pass on by along with some close friends and family. How did you ever do it?” I didn't think we'd have something in common. “Same as you. My brother was so mad when I arrived home to dad that day, he immediately knew who'd would do and got out the door. He came back two hours later with a bleeding nose and my stuff. What he did well... we did had to do explanations with the principals and we settled it peacefully. I promised.” I was surprised at that. His brother even got into to trouble for him?

Hey, that reminds me. I had to ask. “Your brother wouldn't be Oswald 'Lucky Rabbit' Disney? By any chance?”

From his expression, he looked like he was surprised from a birthday party. “You knew Ozzy! Where? How? And from who? I'm DYING to find out if people would know him as himself rather our family name or even me!” That attitude reminded me of my own when they're hyper for something... Normally, at a certain age they'd be more mature but then again, it could be a public image thing. Although, he seems he's being honest...

“Well... I've did occasionally picked up a magazine one time and er... I can only get so much on his interviews, clothing catalogs, his co-staring on a couple of movies including that movie 'Green Hornet,' his poster faces, his singing-!!!” I immediately clamped my mouth before I say another word. My face is probably red as a tomato and I think I might have creep him out. Please don't make a search warrant in my room for my memorabilia photos and clippings of him that I perfectly organized in a binder. Out of reach from my kids. Please.

“Why are you being shy for?” He seems that he's not bothered by the facts that I spoke. I stuttered a bit to make sense out of his unusual calm manor. “B-b-b-b-ut! Didn't I-i—i-I just... said something unpleasant?” I'm usually more mannered than this, what's wrong with me tonight? Overworked or is it because my guest is a celebrity? He shook his head. “No, I'm actually surprised that there IS someone who's a fan of him. Do you know what he used to respond to people who come up to him?” He then imitates his brother's voice and his cool and collected act. “Maximum of three questions. No betrayal. Immunity from prosecutions.” He then switched back to his self again. “It was one thing when I started out when they mentioned my dad, but whenever it was him, it's between him and me they wanted to know about more than himself.”

“I... I'm sorry. I thought he was pretty cool on his own.” I find he's more interesting to me...

“I'll be sure to let him know about it! He never shows it, but he really likes to be complimented!” He chuckles in content. I was a bit embarrassed, but I think I'm getting a bit warmed up around him. I can see why he's more likeable than what most people would have expected from a child star. He didn't mocked and look down at me, unlike a certain somebody I know.

I then felt a bit guilty for judging him a bit before. “I'm sorry...” He then tilted his head. “For what?”

“I... I thought you'd be more... well... I thought you'd be the opposite of what I expected. I don't like to judge too early, but I had a few experiences with wealthy types... I felt bad.” I admitted.

I was expecting an outburst but he was unexpectedly polite when he responded. “Don't worry about it. It happens all the time when I do interviews and charity parties. People would expect I'd be spoiled and rotten from what I was grown into, but I still kept my personality a positive one. I have a few close caring friends and family to thank for that.” I can safely say that he's not lying at all. He spoke the truth, ya reading, imaginary people from my mind!

“I'm glad you've understood and I appreciate your maturity. Not a lot of people at your age can be as mature as you can.”

“Trust me, I do act a bit silly at times, but my big brother usually helps me to keep my feet on the ground. He's one of the first to help me mature a bit, not just as a sibling instinct. I always did look up to him.”

I was surprised to hear that one from him. His personality and his brother's were a bit opposites of each others. “I know what you might be thinking! We both have WAY too many different personalities and stuff! Like our food interests for example! Me, I have a very high metabolism and I can eat almost anything. To be fair, I DO have to maintain a healthy diet so that I don't give a bad example to anyone especially the kids. My brother on the other hand, he's probably born without a sweet tooth. Even as a kid, he never really liked sweets except carrot baked goods. He's more on the health conscious side and he usually likes to make them home styled compared to high ends restaurants.” He said it in a detailed manner, smiling and thinking about him.

“He must be a much better chef than I am. I do occasionally cook, but I doubt I can achieved the same level as a five star chef.” I admitted another flaw about myself. “Oh, don't be! After hearing what you've been through, you're one of the admirable ones I wouldn't mind having a meal from! I'd be glad to help you out if ever we have another chance of encounter like this!” He beams his kindness from his signature smiles.

“I'm really thankful for your generosity. I wasn't asking for compliments..” I feel like I'm making a new friend since forever.

“I wished that... no, never mind.” He then suddenly felt sadden by something. I looked at what his eyes were diverted and I noticed that this morning news paper had a front page picture of Bendy. That's when it clicked in.

Again, I don't really follow on celebrity lifestyles, but I think anybody who lives around here or anywhere, KNEW that there's some 'unexplained' beefs with Bendy DeMon and Mickey Disney. I should have hid the papers away after I finished reading it... “I'm sorry! I should have thrown it away.” He puts his hand on mine when I reached it over. “No. It's alright. It's just between me and him.” He assured me forcing a small smile. I'd normally would have a thing or two to say about his 'true' character, but if it's gonna be public, I need hard evidence. ESPECIALLY in front of important figures like him.

“I knew he's always had hated me for many reasons, but I never knew how it all started... He wasn't like that when we first met as little as six... I remembered the first time we've visited here. I think it was some sort of a friendly visit of one animator director to another, but I did remembered him with his own cartoon plushie like I had mine we were both named after. I think we were a bit shy at each other at first.” He chuckled at that. “But after we both shared a big chocolate cupcake together, it was like we became friends. I think it was the only time he was really nice to me...” He sadly smiled.

I was a bit shocked. I can barely remembered what I did at that age, let alone Bendy HIMSELF being a 'nice' person. The only reason he can do charity works is so to keep the authorities out of his criminal business. Then again... the only information’s I got about him was that he was one of the elite five of the old Alfonso Mafia and the Leader of the New Alfonso mafia... His past is still a blur except for the Joey Drew Studio and it's history...

“I can still remember the times that I wanted to see him again, even when we're busy, I wanted to play with him. But after days came into years... I suddenly couldn't see him anymore. It was not until I was sixteen when I finally granted permission to visit here, with some exceptions.”

“Exceptions?” He nodded when I asked. “Yeah, I was given a few days, had to follow strict undercover rules and I had to bring someone I can trust. Last one was easy cause I had to bring my brother.” He playfully smiled on that.

“Upon arrival to the studio, it wasn't as well maintained as last time. At first I thought it was probably due to economic problems, but then I noticed that the owner wasn't the same one. It was his uncle who was running that place at the time... and I was in complete shock when I heard from him that our friend had ran away. We did our best to search him all over the city, but we never did.” He seems like he was deep in his thoughts. “It may be a bit cliche, but on the day we had to leave, I think I might have seen a glimpse of him from the taxi ride. It may have been a moment at a stop sign, but I think he was with someone who looks like Boris I believed he was named. Of course, it can be anyone...”

I really wanted to ask more about him and Bendy, but he seems like he's only having the fronts of his cruel personality...

“It wasn't until about two years back, when I heard about the 3rd Joey Drew Studio being re-opened and that I recognized that face too. I was so exited to meet him after all this time that I REALLY had to begged for a congratulation visit.”

“And... Then what happened?”

“Well... I was expecting like a warm welcome similar to what we had when we we're little. So upon arrival, I had to pick up one of the baked goods for a bakery with those chocolate cupcakes that we shared at that time...” He then went silent for a few seconds. “But he wasn't the same friend I used to know. When I arrived at his studio and we met face to face for the first time... He's changed. Not for the better. When I offered a package of the muffins so that we can share, he slapped them off and they all fell on the ground... That's nothing compared to what he told me on everything that had been wrong in his life and blames me on several things... It's not something that I want to discuss when it's ill mannered to speak about it... but they were hurtful. I'm still on to this day unknown on why he hated me so much.” I can tell he's holding more than sorrow in his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn't meant to bring an unpleasant subject.” He apologized. I need to think of a different subject. “How about your animations these days? You guys released a character based on your older brother from what I heard of.” He then lighten up a bit when I asked that. He told me an interesting story of the Lucky Rabbit and how he's actually returned to his Disney animation studio.

“...And that's how he returned to our studio.” He finished. “I can't believed that it happened at the party. I'm glad that Bendy didn't make more damage.” How did he even KNEW about it, I don't really cared much anymore. “I'm just glad that no one got hurt. My clothes can always be replaced, but I still stand on never selling or replacing that character to anyone.”

“That's one interesting decision for the future CEO of Disney Studios.” I smiled. He's not. Did I said something I shouldn't?

He noticed what I did. “I'm sorry. I knew you meant it as a compliment. But for me... I'm still not ready for such a position. Nothing like Bendy who's in charge of his own and we're the same age. Funny, eh?” He scratched his back head embarrassed.

“What? But I think your animations were pretty good! My kids loved them over Bendy's. Inky liked the new Oswald character and Winky still likes your cartoon counterpart character.” His cheeks were redden a bit “Aw, shucks! That's so nice of you guys! Even when there's more cartoon studios that does things differently from ours, that means a lot to us!”

He then finishes off the plate of cookies from the last one. “I always did love to draw. But I never had any intentions of taking over dad's studio until I was close to graduate. Many thought that I was coat tailing my way to the top and that I had it easy since I was his son.” He then took his last sip. “I don't wanna hear anyone telling me that ever again.” He glared down at his empty cup. “I wanted to prove that I'm capable of making beautiful animations without any influence from dad and I was just as competitive as any other artists I've met. I really took art classes seriously in my teens and I didn't stop until my wrists started to hurt so bad that I can barely use them for a few days... I know it may sound extremely ridiculous, but I wanted to prove that I'm capable of more than just a face of the family's business.”

“I can't say that I don't understand completely, but I do know that when I first started out, some people think I only did it because of my family were cops... My reasons was a bit cliche, but I really mean it when I wanted to protect the innocents.”

He smiled at that. “That's true. Which is why I wanted to be one of the bests, not just for bragging rights. I'm not gonna lie when I've applied to one of the strictest teacher when I wanted to challenged myself. The first lesson was so harsh that it took all of my strength NOT to cry in class. I did manage to understood on every single details not just for characters, but for the story settings, backgrounds, even choosing the colors were important! I do admit while I knew some things, there was somethings that I really needed if I wanted my animations to be a masterpiece apart from others one day.”

“Is that part of the reason why you're out here? Like, you're looking for something that you couldn't find back in California?” That would explain why he was out here, but couldn't he just ordered it?

“Actually, I was out here to meet an acquaintance of mine, which I wanted to respect his privacy to remain anonymous. I was stumbled upon that book shop I've come out by luck and greeted you and that thug guy. I guess today was a lucky day for both of us!” He sounded so optimistic when he knew that we almost got mugged earlier... I wished I can have some of his positive attitude sometimes so that life doesn't seemed so bad sometimes...

Wait! Speaking of earlier... What time is it? I glanced on the clock and realized at it was getting pretty late. “Oh, Ra! It's getting pretty late, even for you. I really need to drive you back to your hotel before anyone will report you missing. THEN they'll know you're here.” I got up and he did too while taking the plate and his glass. “Please, allow me.”

I was about to decline that he really didn't need to, but after passing me by, he really didn't mind putting away the dishes.

---Two weeks of newspapers later -----

Ever since that faithful encounter, I started to follow Mickey's lifestyle along with his brother's. Not just for gossips or anything alike, but I felt like I've understood him much better. I knew that I can't always relate to whatever it says on the interviews or headlines, but I do wanted to learn more about him, the REAL him and try to look from his perspectives.

I was having one of my rare day offs where the twins were again at a friend's house until evening and Kitty was out having her hair done. You know, the girl stuff. I was finishing the newspapers when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and went to see who it is, praying it's not someone that will tell me more unpleasant news than Bendy's 'special deliveries.'

Surprisingly, it was a delivery man who brought a special package for me. I was confused since I've never ordered anything or remembered to ordered something. When I had to sign the paper, I noticed a familiar logo and I then realized who really it was from.

Disney.

How? I wondered once the delivery guy was then on his way to his other deliveries. I decided to opened it up in my room in case of other unexpected arrivals came in and sees me with this. I carefully opened it up and as soon as I did, I saw two plushies. One was the cartoon Mickey and the other was cartoon Oswald. I noticed there was an enclosed envelope on top of them. I decided to read this one first. It said this following:

To my new friend, Felix.

I'm sorry that we didn't get the chance to talk more, but I wanted to say again thank you for what you did for me that day. I wanted to write that I've figured out your address by a stroke of luck when I noticed it on one of your letters that was out in the opened when you needed to get changed. I know that it may sounded that I might be too trusting, but I wanted to let you know that I wished to have a pen pal like you so that we can continue to talk more.

P.S. I've included a special card not only for the address, but also as a signature calling card if ever you needed help like you needed a new place to live for example. Ours will help pass our securities personnel without any fuss.

Write to you soon, pen pal! Mickey Mouse Disney.

I was floored when he had written that. I was deeply touched, yet he really didn't have to do that! Public image or not, he is so kind. I looked at the stuffed toys again. I think they were meant for Inky and Winky respectively due to their colour preferences and characteristics.

This takes me back to when some of the people that were kind to us when we were having memorials at the funerals of when my uncles and aunts came for a visits with some gifts. I knew that they were being kind, but I don't want to spoil them too much.

Then again... I did needed a gift ideas for the twins birthday... but I felt like I'm cheating if I do!

I decided to put them in a safe place for now until I can decide later what I really should do with them. When I removed them, I noticed a picture frame-shaped covered over in a brown paper. I pealed off the first one and it was a stunning purple painting frame of a field of colorful pastel flowers on a hill and another. There was a forest on one side as to indicate it was from a natural side and it was painted in a nice sky blue color skies. I looked on the back to see it was for Kitty. I guess he remembered that detail, despite it was only once...

Guess we DO have another thing in common....

I then noticed another one like it underneath it. I set it aside to see that it is indeed another one, but this one is a different scene. This one had a black frame with the painting of the downtown streets of a city. It was around of an late night restaurant that had a waitress serving a man. It seems that it was taken from the outside of the restaurant cause I can see the streets and light on the side like I was standing out. I bet this is for Sheba... Yup. It's for Sheba.

If I never knew my friend, she wouldn't like the same taste as any other girls... Most of the time.

I then realized that there was one more item a the bottom. It may seems like another painted picture for me, possibly, but upon revealing it wasn't a painting. It was a photograph signed by Oswald! I immediately covered my free hand on my mouth to prevent my fan-boying squealing out! This is one of his best three piece suits and a super cool fedora that he wore in a magazine shoot for high brands. Oh my Anubis! He looks like Dean Martin and he signed 'To my fan, Felix. Oswald Disney.' He is just so.... AHHHHH! I never felt this happy in a long time! This is the coolest thing ever! None of my clippings of him can compare to this! Now for one final thing that was in here was a little card that was tucked to the frame. I opened it up to see that in case of emergency, they send their personal address along with all three Disney signatures from them like Mickey said it would. If ever I needed help...

I sighed in relief. It's been a while since anybody ever said that to me. I always did my best to stay strong, but it's a bit hard on my own sometimes. I'm very glad that I had a few close friends that helped me out in my hardest times before, now I felt like I have another friend that I can rely on if ever I needed an unexpected help in a sticky situation. I knew before that he was a famous person with a lot of benefits, but now I can see that there's more than his status and wealth from him. He's thoughtful, kind, generous and much more!

I decided to hid this back up note in a secret, safe place. I knew what he means and that he was being thoughtful, but I wanted to be a last resort of a thing. I hid it in a secret compartment from my violin case that I hid it very well from my nephews.

Long story short, they wanted to use one of my prized possessions other than playing music...

Speaking of the kids, they will arrive around supper and Kitty too. I think I'll prepare spaghetti and meatballs for tonight.

----Author’s notes------

I know that I’ve wrote a lot in Felix’s perspectives in my fanfics, but I just wanted to imagine possibilities of his close friends and future allies.

To start things off, I’ve had this theory before that Mickey is almost the exact counter-part of his animated cartoon character. He is optimistic and nice, but I was thinking that he also had that desire to be a bit more independent. Like he had that inferiority complex that because he was the son of Walt Disney, some people think he’s gonna have it easy and that he doesn’t need to do much. That would make him a bit more competitive and self improving on his animations.

(PS: That is also one of the characteristics of a Scorpio! True story!) (He’s on the 19th of November, come on!)

The other Easter egg I wanted to throw in was the mention of The Green Hornet. It was originally from the black and white parts of a film back in the 40′s and then a colorful TV series in the 60′s. They then made a remake film back in 2011. Wink wink! Gadget ideas, Mars bar!

Also on a lighter note, if ever Mickey and Oswald wanted to do a song duo, they would be described as Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. One that’s a hit and popular and the other smooth and calm. That’s the kind of combo vibes I’m getting from.

So at the end of this, I really hope to see new canon characters that are on the good guys side. I don’t have anything against the new bad guys and stuff, in fact I’m a Disney Villain fan too, but I just wanted to see a new GOOD GUY character one day or soon. Not just as an OC for his AU. *Cough* Mine for example *Cough*

BBTIM AU and Humanized Characters belongs to Marini4.

#bendy before the ink machine #bendy #Mickey Mouse #mickey #Felix The Cat #felix #oswald #oswald the lucky rabbit #humanized #AU #fanfiction #Marini4

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His jaw nearly hit the floor seeing how much she’d baked. There was enough to keep the little monsters in a sugar high for days. Looking your Bee he seemed both shocked and impressed with her haul. “Well I’m not sure if Kimiya’s 15 kids or Keary’s 4 will be home all at once but I know my eldest brother’s four will be as well as dad.” He seemed to mentally be checking off a list to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anyone.

“I’ll open the door if you wanna pack it up. We can make trips until it’s moved over.” He woofed down his cake slice as carefully as he could before opening a portal to the living cave his family resided in. There were the sounds of running water in the distance as well as children impishly yelling at each other as well. “I’m sure they’d all love to meet you.”

Bee was already on it. She used her chaotic magic to have the desserts wrapped up and float it through the portal, the shimmering gold engulfing her eyes. Cakes, brownies, and a few batches of cookies were now ready to be gifted and traveling through the portal.

Bee, with her delicate hands was guiding every dessert through with ease. She smiled to Cinder “my friend, you forget my magic is a thing “ she giggled, the desserts all over but out of reach of the children for now. She waited for him to walk through.

“Your magic always surprises me.” He teased watching her move everything from her kitchen to the main home. Following her in he helped lead her to the main kitchen where they could set everything out on the high counters. “Oh hey dad this is my friend Bee. She made far too many sweets.” He teased.

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Azriah just seemed half awake as he stood there watching everything being loaded up onto the counters. With a sniff he’d already seemed to pick out what he planned on hoarding for himself. “Well, well, looks like my little man finally found someone who knows how to cook. Pleasure to meet you. You can call me Azriah or just Riah if you’d like.”

“A pleasure, sir. My name is Bloody Bee. Bee you’d like” she smiled sweetly, the gold fading from her eyes once all of the desserts were placed on the counters. Bee was about to say something when her chaos got loose again. The bright fiery gold leaving Bee’s body and forming into a womanly figure. It came right nose to nose with Azriah and bared a sharp tooth grin

Bee was quick though “oh now you behave!” She quickly stepped forward and dragged the chaos back. The chaotic energy huffed, turning back to wisps of gold before emerging itself back into Bee. Bee was bright red “I am so sorry about that. They tend not to do that. I swear they mean no harm”

“A pleasure Bee.” He smirked before being face to face with a sharp toothed woman. Quirking a brow he just seemed amused before Bee reigned herself in. Looking to Cinder he snorted. “She’s lucky I’m married. Try not to lose this one this time.”

Cinder huffed and heard the pitter patter of little feet rushing into the kitchen. His tail quickly shot out and gingerly picked Bee up just as two little gray and white fluffballs barreled into the cabinets. Jumping and whining the babies were hellbent on getting to the sweets. Laughing a bit he carefully set Bee back down. “Those are Cinnamon and Sugar my older brother Kimiya’s kids.” The twins in question squealed when Azriah picked them up and moved them away from the counters.

“I’ll leave you two for a bit to get settled in. As for you two,” He looked down at the angrily pouting babies. “You need to go back to your parents before they notice you escaped the nap room again.” With that he sauntered off leaving Cinder and Bee alone in the kitchen.

Bloody Bee was in the castle’s kitchen, some cooks helping her. Pastries and goodies lined one counter. Hydra had whip cream on his face and was in a sugar crash but happy. Bee had made cookies, brownies, and like 3 different versions of pineapple upside down cake. She had flour on her face as Cinder would walk in “I haven’t slept in 3 days, I feel like I drank every strong coffee in the world, and I built a green house by hand outside… I think I need help”

Cinder walked into what looked like pure chaos. The sinks were full of mounds of dishes and there were pastries everywhere. He wasn't sure where to even begin until Bee spoke sounding both exhausted and stubbornly energized.

"Three days? Do you need help getting lulled to sleep?" Shaking his head he walked over to her worried that she may crash at any moment. "What's got you so worked up?"

#fear my giggles #cinder: the sin eater #azriah: dad #mobile

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oliviarhh-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Simi and her expanding waistline.

So when did you last step on the scales? Last week? A few months ago? So many of us dread that ominous little square terrified of the tale that it will tell us. A loss or a gain?

One of those individuals that dreads this chore is Simi from Luton.

"I just love my chocolate Twirls," said Simi Chera. “I know it’s fattening – but I just need that sugar rush.”

At the young age of 21 and she’s already caught up in a constant battle of controlling an expanding waistline. She like many of us that need to get a grip.

Many of us are on the path to developing diabetes. We all know rationally that we shouldn’t stuff our faces. We shouldn’t be buying those large sized chocolates bars on our weekly shops.

The Twirls aren’t helping Simi’s diet. Twirl contains 56g of sugar per 100g, an extortionate amount of sugar which needs to be reduced to help us slim our waistlines.

These are entirely typical pieces of confectionary. Everytime we walk into the supermarket we are deluged with products sticky with sugar. From Frosties to Jaffa Cakes to Kit Kats to chocolate drinks.

Sugar sugar everywhere.

And were woofing it down.

And were paying the price for our actions.

Now Public Health England wants us to kick the habit, they say we need to cut our sugar intake by 20%. And 5% by this year. And yes that would help Simi if her Twirl bar had less sugar.

But the figures are stark. Just stroll past any school playground and you’ll be able to see the scale of the numbers of children panting around the playground. Something has to change.

But it all feels good, that sugar rush feeling.

But if we don’t cut back the consequences for us are devastating.

Diabetes is affecting nearly 4.5 million people’s lives.

Do enough people know the risks of diabetes?

This is why it is so important that we listen to Public Health England and cut our sugar consumption by at least a fifth.

This is why it is so important that the government steps up to the plate and introduces a sugar tax.

George Osbourne’s pathetic offering of a tax on sugary drinks barely dented the calligraphic surface.

We need to go much further as a country.

True not everybody's a fan Simon Pinner, Bedford reckons it’s the nanny state. He says: “I think it should be up to people what they want to eat, if it's got too much sugar, you dont have to have it.. But it should be a choice, not just because the government can make money off it, by putting taxes on it.”

But Simon that is now a matter of life and death for many people across the United Kingdom.

Let’s just listen to the experts…

Ian Wright CBE, Director General of the Food and Drink Federation, the voice of UK food and drink manufacturers, said:

“Obesity levels in the UK are unacceptably high. Physical inactivity is a factor, but for many the problem overwhelmingly is with excess calories in the diet. With many of these calories coming from sugars, we support the Government's highly ambitious sugars reduction drive.”

Nestle and the sugar titans of our world are offering a 10% reduction should we be celebrating this?

But will Nestle help influence other consumers to take the plunge?

Professor Russell Viner, of The Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health, is sceptical about the recommendations. He warns: “But if we’re serious about changing the nation’s sweet tooth, industry as a whole needs to commit to the Government’s very welcome 20% target and take collective responsibility for change. The noises coming from certain companies remain a concern, with some hoping that a 10% reduction in sugar will somehow get them off the hook of the proposed 20%. He warns ministers must keep a close eye on the industry: “Government must keep a close eye on how industry is acting and be tough on those who claim lower targets should be deemed a success. The health of this, and future generations of children and adults, is at stake and industry paying lip service to achievable targets is simply not an option.”

Famous charity Diabetes UK that cares for people with diabetes have predicted that spending will rise to just under 40 billion by 2035-2036.

Readers… Let’s just contemplate, do you spend enough time exercising? And I don’t mean tip tapping away on your smartphone all day. I do not mean clicking your mouse or scrolling through Facebook. When did you last go for a run? And for roughly how long? When did you last walk half a mile? Do you do it every day or once a day, or on those days that you miss a bus?

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danandphilsecretsanta · 8 years ago

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The Story of Us

to: @marianathehypertiredgirl

summary: you know us as Dan and Phil, internet icons. We know us as we are.

warning: tooth rotting, eye rolling, drool dripping fluff

words: 1,095

with love to a sweet person! happy holidays darling ♥

You all know us as Dan and Phil, the popular online duo that has not only individual channels with over six and four million subscribers, but also a gaming channel with over two million subscribers, a worldwide a tour, a book and so much more.

But to each other, we are just Dan and Phil, the best friends who live together and love each other unconditionally.

We are just normal dudes, bros, nerds that are so close that we always leave the world asking: are they or aren’t they?

Here’s your answer.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“PHIL! Why do you always leave all the cupboard doors open?!?!”

Sometimes I literally cannot DEAL with this boy. He just walks around leaving all the cupboard doors open, spilling every single thing on the counters, and then stubbing his toe on the kitchen door. How has he survived this far in his life???

“I’m sorry Dan! I was looking for the Hello Kitty cup and I couldn’t find it”

“Oh my GOD Phil I told you not to drink from that! The coffee splashes up a-“

“AHHHHHH MY LIP IS BURNING DAN I AM DYING HELP ME!”

This freaking spork, I have told him countless times not to use that cup but nooo, does he ever listen to me?

“Phillip Michael Lester, give me that cup back right now so I can PLACE IT ON THE HIGHEST SHELF ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK SO YOU CAN NEVER EVER BURN YOURSELF AGAIN!”

“Awwww Dan, you really do care about me! I love you!”

I won’t lie, the sudden confession of love made me blush a little.

“AHHHH I’M BURNING WHEN WILL THIS TORTURE END!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was freezing. Like actually freezing. Our heat wasn’t working on one of the coldest nights in the history of London.

Okay maybe not, but it really was freezing!

Phil and I were sat by the fire, with the blaze burning at full capacity, but the heat just wasn’t coming through to us. I moved closer to the fire and sat on the carpet with my blanket cape, but I had not expected the sudden movement behind me.

Phil was suddenly sitting right next to me, our sides touching as we both huddled close to the fire. I suddenly felt warmth I had definitely not felt before, and it wasn’t just because of the fire.

Phil had draped his blanket over the both of us, and his arm was draped around me.

I felt the heat radiating from his body to mine, as his hand rested gently on my waist. I wanted to do nothing more than lean my head on his shoulder, and let myself be pulled in.

So I did.

I had never felt such a peace come over me.

Sure, this wasn’t something strange for friends to do, but I felt something more than just friendship.

I felt Phil’s fingers squeeze my side ever so gently, and I lifted my head to look up at him.

My eyes met those beautiful eyes, full of the ocean.

I was captivated when his lips touched mine.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Finally, it was spring.

I loved the weather outside, although it was still cold, but there was definitely a sweet smell in the atmosphere. The flowers were blooming!

“Phil Phil Phil Phil Ph-“

“DANIEL WHAT I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!”

“BUT PHIL FLOWERS! Can we please go to that beautiful field of flowers we found last year?? I bet they’re all in bloom and I just want to lay in the field and take some #aesthetic selfies! Pleaseeeeee?”

“No one says the word ‘hashtag’ IRL Dan. Calm down.”

“IS THAT A YES???”

“Fine, we’ll go!”

The field was beautiful. It was full of marigolds, one of my very favorite flowers. The smell was intoxicating, and I loved the random wild flowers growing in between the golden waves.

I was just lying in the flower beds, taking in the sweet scents and the rare England sunshine.

This was my happy place. The past year had been so crazy; it felt as though Phil and I were always busy doing one thing or another. If we weren’t writing the book, we were practicing for the tour. If we weren’t doing either of those, we were trying to film videos for our channels to put out some quality content.

It was really nice to take a moment to simply feel content. I had never imagined that I would be in this place in my life.

It was even sweeter to know that I had such a special person to share it with. Phil was the best friend that I could ever imagine having.

He was there with me through everything; he loved me even when it was hard for me to love myself.

Phil was my anchor, and I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone.

He came to lay down beside me, our fingertips touching ever so slightly.

“Phil, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Dan. Anything at all.”

“Thank you. For everything. For being my first best friend, for taking care of me when I had no idea what to do with my life, for always being my reality check.”

“Dan…that’s what friends are for! I care about you a lot and I have to thank you as well for putting up with my craziness and weirdness. You’re always there for me. And I love that about you. I love everything about you.”

“Phil I…I love you too. So much.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Little steps padded across the carpet, with the urgency that hunger usually brings.

A little unsteady, but rushed nonetheless.

The footsteps padded towards the couch, where two people were sitting peacefully, one of them reading while cuddling with the other one, who seemed to be endlessly scrolling.

“Awwww hey little guy! Look at you, made it all the way over to us! So proud of you buddy!”

“Phil, isn’t it time to feed him?”

“Oh, you’re right!“

“I’ll go get the kibble, could you wash the bowl?”

“Yes sir!”

The little husky puppy sauntered over to Dan, who was grabbing the kibble from underneath the cabinet, and peered over at Phil, who was washing the bowl.

Dan saw the puppy staring curiously at Phil, and stated softly,

“Yeah, little guy, I know he’s the best. I think so too.”

Woof woof!

Phil came over, having heard what Dan said, and dropped a quick kiss on Dan’s head, and then bent down to kiss the little fur ball too, while tactfully avoiding being licked.

“Love you too.”

"We are so #domestic.”

“DANIEL!!!”

#dpss2k16 #marianathehypertiredgirl #phandom

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kinny93ethz · 5 years ago

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To all the people who have been into a restaurant. Only by invitation.

A man walked into a restaurant.

Well, an old man and his dog, one of those dogs that don’t help in anything but everyone will stop to pet them. They entered an old restaurant.

He was truly in paradise. It was his 73rd birthday and he was celebrating it at one of his favorite restaurants. Invited by his wife, who had passed away. It is a very generous invitation, perhaps the most equitable. (1) Because in this restaurant you can only get by invitation.

Scene 1 - THE GARDEN OF THE WORLD

The main entrance was decorated with peach ribbons. (2) Two columns mark the entrance to the structure, which is almost triangular in plan, although its frontage is curved. (3)

The outdoor garden was beautiful, everything grew so well.

In this garden, mankind, and in every branch of him, there is a tree of knowledge of good and evil, called imagination. (4)

You can have a most considerable garden of vegetables, flowers, fruit and berries that will quite fulfill the purposes of beauty and utility and give you a splendid outlet for your natural desire to grow things. (5)

On the right of the vegetable garden is the orchard, where more foreign trees are grown. (6)

It has also been possible to discern the original plan of the formal gardens and to replant them afresh. (7)

The grand silence of happy nature filled the garden. (8) Disorder reigned, but a disorder of the best possible taste, producing a charming effect, the cause of which could neither be unravelled nor shown (9)

A young waitress approached the man and told him that dogs were not allowed in the restaurant, not even on the patio. Then the dog licked her hand.

“He’s soooo sweet!”

She immediately melted and told the man that just this once he could keep the dog with him, as long as the puppy kindly stayed under the table. The man smiled and entered the building.

Scene 2 – THE RETALIATION – Indecent proposal

“I will pay anything you ask.” (10)

An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Law of retaliation, compensation to the value. This obliges us to come to terms with their "indecent" fascination. (11)

whatever it traces or represents, it is indecent (my love, free me from the trait). (12)

It would be indecent, no doubt, to compare either a curate or a chaplain with a journeyman in any common trade. (13)

It was not in the least indecent, but it was prettier than usual. (14)

Today, payment in money is the rule. (15) But here, the price was not paid only by money, but also with a part of you. Like the oldest job in the world.

The price which he pays for it, therefore, is paid likewise for a real value. (16)

The cashier had a white powdered face and painted red lip that could be associated with a Geisha, Japanese woman who entertains through performing the ancient traditions of art, dance, and singing.

We were enthralled; thrown into an ancient Japanese world, a world of karyukai - the flower and willow world - the reality where the geisha permanently reside. (17)

The prepaid value had been a part of him.

There, every guest was a "Geisha", who entertained others guests through eating the most traditional ancient food, meat. So other people could find pleasure by tasting her body. People were not only consumers but also the human resource of payment.

Scene 3 - THE GARDEN OF THE CUSTOMERS

Ex-CELL-ent! The garden of the week was delightful. “Something” there was growing well too.

In the brain model proposed here, the causal potency of an idea, or an ideal, becomes just as real as that of a molecule, a cell, or a nerve impulse. (18)

I daresay, Mr. Crab, you must be a superb gardener. (19) Contamination was found in samples of soil, dust, air, and garden produce, which contained metals (20) Yet little is said about the hazards of the fad of gardening by poisons, or of insecticides used in the home (21) Gardening is now firmly linked with the super poisons (22)

If you have half hidden gardens (ill) the gardens help to intensify the beauty of the transition. (23) The garden has become a spectator garden. (24)

After a minute, the steward approached. He also noticed the puppy but told the man that the owner wouldn't mind.

Then he explained what was growing in the garden: the writer of the week, the footballer of the month, the extinct animal of the moment, the dummy of the year,… people who were already dead or alive.

There was a portrait picture for every glass pot, with the instructions of how much light and "magic water" should be given for an extravagant growth

“You must have a lot of nice “seeds” if the menu is often changing. The best ones may be reserved only for the festivities.

A dummy of the day is easy to find, but a genius of the century is tougher” the old man was kidding.

The steward seriously answered.

"Cell cultures. In-between fabrication. Not growing vegetables.

Not killing animals. But there is meat. Meat is growing everywhere, in any shape, for every taste. Neither a plant, nor bloody. Neither a man, nor a woman. Neither natural, nor chemical. The kitchen uses only this transgender ingredient."

“He should be the Serious of the week on the menu”, the old man said to the puppy.

Dietary laws exist in many religions but came about so long ago that not even their prophets could have imagined that a ready-to-fry beef patty could grow in this indoor garden.

The kitchen was a vast smoke filled entrance hall, where many servants were already busy preparing the food for supper. (25)

The man smiled and looked for his table.

Scene 4 – BON APPETIT! – Immoral offer

No doubt this was immoral of the Greeks, but there can be as little doubt they acted in conformity with the character of their gods (26) The destroyer of morality, the good and just call me: my story is immoral. (27)

For example, dining tables have different heights in Western countries compared to Asian countries, such as Japan, where traditional tables are relatively low and people do not use chairs but instead sit on the floor when they eat. (28) The man chooses his table accurately because it will be a long dinning. Unlike fine dining restaurants, fast food restaurants responded to the perceived need for inexpensive, hot meals that could be quickly prepared, served, and eaten on the go. (29)

The columns and the stepped bannisters of the staircase ascending to the dining room are lined with sublime greenish marble (...), displaying reddish blue and yellow veins. (30)

"We're a cruel-free, eco-friendly, technology lover, meat connoisseur, futuristic farmer, bio fabrication, red label, secret recipe, and wine pairing dishes concept establishment," the waiter said proudly, explaining that the only food they served is sustainable and humanely prepared. The man said that's why he was dining there; as a big picky meat eater, he loved the concept. “From want of food.” (31). Synthesizing every flesh into something consumable, no one had to die and no one’s corpse got desecrated.

Act 1 – Entrée de Lui

The waitress gave his customer a few minutes and then returned: “Have you decided?”. The man, who had never even looked at the menu, smiled and said, “Yes, I’d like him,” he said, pointing at his little dog.

The waitress was spunky & energetic.

"Normally, we don't serve dogs in this restaurant. But, I'm pretty sure that we can make it legal. Our top choice of the week is Hemingway, Lady Diana, Greta, and Dodo". And she pointed to the portrait wall where lots of dusty pictures were hanging. The old man smiled when he saw the portrait of his wife. when she was young, next to his picture.

The man could see the waitress just absolutely loved her job. The service was always with a smile. The old man felt welcome. He added:

“Dogs are considered especially delicious in some cultures. It’s the eco-friendliest of meats. Everyone gives the title of barbarism to everything that is not in use in their own country.”

The way of preparation was up to him. God made food, the devil the cooks. (32) The meat can be in any shape. There is no regular shape or property: transparent, soft, breathable, durable, elastic, patterned. It only depends on the chef’s imagination.

Though humans consume more and more meat each year, tastes and preferences have shifted over the years. (33) For instance, snails, frogs, raw hamburger meat, and horse can all be found on menus in the country most renowned for its cuisine. (34)

The old man ordered a bottle of expensive wine to start and mentioned his birthday. She told him she had something special planned for the occasion. The old man was excited to find out what that was.

“Meat can be a great source of pleasure, but not killing means guilt-free food. What is the pleasure of shame meat?"

The waitress took a picture of the dog and they left the dining hall. The old man heard some woofing from far away.

Later, she came back with a smile that didn’t leave her face and hung the dog portrait on the wall, next to the sloth. Somehow, they matched together.

The dish arrived right when the old man started to feel hungry. An Italian-inspired fresh French-style tartare, with parmesan slice, in perfect harmony. He took a bite of his lovely four-legged friend. The spicy was up to his standard. Delicious animal protein dish.

The French-style tartare requires some fixed ingredients and some others optional to enrich the recipe, like Worcestershire sauce and anchovies. The original name of this tasty recipe is "Le steak à l’Americaine”, but the origin of this name was a conflation of Tatar with the Greek stories of Tartarus. Tartarus is the place where souls are judged after death and where the wicked receive divine punishment.

One of the most ancient descriptions of French Steak Tartare is by writer Jules Verne in his novel Michel Strogoff, 1875, and it is the signature dish of the restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, “Le Jules Verne”.

Eating should be sensual and mindful, employing all the senses: sight, smell, sound, taste and touch. (35) Intimacy palate sex. “And if you find a piece of meat close to you that’s especially good, you can share it with your neighbor.” (36) the waitress said, and gave back the dog. Nothing was missing on him, alive and well.

“Hey puppy, you were delicious, you know? Good boy, good boy!” The old man proudly said.

Act 2 – Première de Toi

He ordered two main courses. He won’t be hungry after his birthday meal. He waited in silence. Thinking of the main courses kept him motivated to be patient.

it was time to eat again. As the waitress came out of the kitchen, she had In her hands a deconstructed Yakitori: the Japanese style of skewered meat - normally chicken, but not in this case - with their premium secret sauce. It was the mouth-watering, succulent meat of a happy wife. Umami, like their marriage. With some spicy bites memories of their honeymoon in Alaska.

In 675, Emperor Tenmu created the prohibition of the eating of meat; not only chicken but also cows, horses, dogs, and monkeys. The reasons for the ban were because cows were used to plow paddy fields, horses for carriage and transport, dogs for guarding, chickens for telling the hour, and monkeys were too close to humans. In the Meiji Era, 1868-1912, the long-lasting ban on meat consumption was lifted, and yakitori stalls appeared. Now chicken is reasonably priced, but at that time, it was expensive. Thus, yakitori was made by grilling scrap meat (offal) of chicken on skewers. In 1923, after the Great Kanto Earthquake, yakitori stalls rapidly increased in number, and after World War II, yakitori made with a sauce containing the artificial sweetener filled starving people's stomachs.

Even the color of the chopstick counts. Before actually eating the food, you must enjoy it with the "eyes" first. Eyes are as large as the stomach. That is the Japanese way of dining.

In Japan, food and dishes are considered to be a type of art. Although there are no marveling sessions held before the eating, the Japanese people enjoy the artistic sense and beauty of the display and arrangement of the food and the choice of receptacles for serving it. Sometimes, even the rooms or the place where the eating occurs are considered as part of the art. The more beautiful the food looks, the more delicious it is thought to be. Now then, what exactly is the aesthetic sense when it comes to serving food. A sense of season, a feeling for nature, and an eye for color must be skillfully incorporated. Harmony. That is the word.

One theory is that cannibalism was used as a terror tactic to establish religious or political control over a population. (37) But the old man just found it simply delicious. The dining hall, it is full of cannibals. (38) All well dressed and he can recognize some well known characters.

As he took his last bite, he felt like crying tears of joy. But the best was yet to come.

It was time for a special dish. What could it be?

Act 3 – Deuxième de Moi

My steak. 37-year-old master steak. A tender, juicy and medium done steak. No bone, hopefully.

The word steak originates from the mid-15th century Scandinavian word “steik”, or “stickna” in the Middle English dialect.

The chef patted and "suavely" cut the meat and sprinkled salt by dropping it from his fingertips to his forearm that then fell onto the dish.

He has turned this mundane task into entertainment. You appraise the place as theater. You will find it satisfying as most erotic thing you’ve ever seen.

It was a smoky steak,(pause) because he smoked 10 cigarettes a day when he was young. Self-cannibalism 30 years after, reminding him of the first half of his life. Local and happy meat. With a little candle on it. The skin was taut and crispy, while the meat was SO tender (39). He was curious to taste his 73-year-old steak, but he was too full. No dessert could tempt him tonight.

Scene 5 - THE MEAL IS COMPLETE BUT NEVER FINISHED

Before leaving, the old man filtered his future “guest”: sex, age, job, height, weight, hair colour, race,… almost like Tinder. He would like his precious meat to be eaten by a young lady. The puppy agreed with him. He also hoped that his wife would not be enjoyed by any handsome Scandinavian; this intimacy would freak him out.

The man left with fond memories of the best birthday dinner he had ever had, even if the last served dish was quite pricey. The price was based on a self-evaluation of quality - and of course - he considered himself as premium quality.

They give the person moving through the hall a taste of life inside the rooms. (40) Almost taste them by looking. (41)

Social problems include corruption, crime, drugs, and prostitution. (42) And these problems somehow tasted excellent there. Trading corrupted meat for cells. Eating human meat without crime. Heavy drugs for ethical ecstasy. Own body as payment for other people pleasure, to like, to dislike, to enact their perversion.

The old man was really happy about the service so he left some of himself as a tip to the waitress.

Eating (with) his adorable puppy, his lovely passed away wife, and his savory young self.

I need to revive that ritual. (43) I enjoyed making it. (44)

(1) Ayache__The_Blank_Swan

(2) Hovestadt_Buehlmann__Quantum_City

(3) Forensic_Architecture__Forensis_The_Architecture_of_Public_Truth

(4) Harrison_Wood_Gaiger__Art_in_Theory_1648_1815

(5) Stickley__Gustav_Stickley_s_Craftsman_Homes_and_Bungalows

(6) Gothein__A_History_of_Garden_Art

(7) Saunders__The_Art_and_Architecture_of_London

(8) Hugo__Les_Miserables

(9) Harrison_Wood_Gaiger__Art_in_Theory_1648_1815

(10) Hugo__Les_Miserables

(11) Hays__Architecture_Theory_since_1968

(12) Hays__Architecture_Theory_since_1968

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(15) Hays__Architecture_Theory_since_1968

(16) Smith__An_Inquiry_into_the_Nature_and_Causes_of_the_Wealth_of_Nations

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(33) Zimring__Encyclopedia_of_Consumption_and_Waste

(34) Zimring__Encyclopedia_of_Consumption_and_Waste

(35) Hovestadt_Buehlmann__Quantum_City

(36) Hovestadt_Buehlmann__Quantum_City

(37) Zimring__Encyclopedia_of_Consumption_and_Waste

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(42) Zimring__Encyclopedia_of_Consumption_and_Waste

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