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aboutmehmmmm · 2 years ago

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SVT Wishing You a Happy Birthday

POV: How each member of SVT would react to finding out from someone else that it is your birthday

Characters: SVT, Y/N

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Context: It’s my friend and roommate’s birthday today and she definitely wouldn’t be the type to tell people it is her birthday, so Skint this is for you. Happy Birthday! Here is how I think SVT would react to you not telling them it’s your birthday and them finding out from someone else.

Seuncheol:

He would burst into your room immediately upon finding out and demand retribution. Jk, but he would be upset that you didn’t tell him it was your birthday sooner and he would complain about how he had to find out from one of the other members who told him as like a passing comment. He would be upset at first but then his plans to completely spoil you would be set in motion and he would just completely smother you (in the best way possible) with gifts and lots of love.

Jeonghan:

I feel like he would be like, “huh?” when being told it was your birthday and go into petty mode. Like I can see him pretending he didn’t want to celebrate because you didn’t tell him but then after about an hour of telling people that he would pull out his secret plan to surprise you and everyone would be like ooooohh yeah. Anyway, I feel like he would be ready to celebrate you but would also prank you with like surprise bunches of flowers (black dahlias) somewhere random throughout your day.

Josh:

Joshua would get a little bit sulky that you didn’t tell him at first but then he would be running around trying to surprise you and make sure that your birthday was a success. He would write little handwritten notes and put them all around the place. I can also see him writing you a very thoughtful and lovely letter. He would plan something really special for you that evening though. Maybe a nice dinner with some candles and a fun little movie time; something for just the two of you.

Jun:

I can also see him getting a little sulky at first because he didn’t hear this information from you, but he would get over it quickly. He would send you flowers, balloons, and/or something sweet to make you smile. He is such a weird guy too so I feel like he would do something that would make you totally crack up. He would say something or do something that would have you bursting at the seems. This would make him happy and overall, he would just try to make sure you had everything you need on your special day.

Hoshi:

Oh Hoshi. He loves birthdays, so you know he would make a big deal out of this. He would definitely be upset that you didn’t tell him right away but he would brush past it quickly to make sure you were celebrated. He would dive right into planning a super awesome party just for you. He would also be rearranging his schedule to make sure you got all of the things you needed and that all of the planning got done. I can see him getting you soooooooo many gifts. Some serious and some not, but lots of them. He would just want you to have a super special day and make sure you knew you were special.

Wonwoo:

I can see him being super nonchalant about you not telling him it’s your birthday, and he would get not wanting to make a big deal out of it. He would, however, want to make sure you knew that you were important to him. He would take time to consult friends and think hard about your gift, but ultimately would trust his gut in this process. He would also plan a special evening with the two of you; something lowkey to, again, make sure you knew you were special and worth being celebrated.

Woozi:

I can totally picture him finding out the news and then like totally avoiding you for the whole day. Not because he’s mad at you for any reason, but because this nerd would be cooped up in his studio writing you a song. He would drop all of his other work for the day and dedicate the day to making sure you had the perfect song to serenade you on your birthday. I can see him buying you a cute little cupcake and coming up to you at the end of the day and playing you the song. After you would share the cupcake with him.

DK:

Ah yes. Here we have another fan of birthdays. He would be freaking out that you didn’t tell him at first but then he would go into planning mode and ensure your birthday was a hit. I can see him planning a small party with like all of your closest friends and family for like another day because he couldn’t pull that off all on the day of, but he would make sure you had a small gathering for your birthday celebration. On your actual day though, I can see him making a card and really putting a lot of thought into the gift. He would want you to feel like the most special person and work on planning an evening with you and some of your closest friends.

Mingyu:

I feel like this man would be kind of selfish on your birthday and want you all to himself. When he finds out it’s your birthday he is appalled and a little sad you didn’t tell him first but he then just focuses on making sure you have a good day and that you get to spend the evening with him. He would want to cuddle and maybe watch a movie and just be with you.

Minghao:

Another experience over gifts type of person. Minghao would be a little surprised he didn’t hear this information from you first, but ultimately he would understand and would try to make your day special and the best it could be. He would want to make sure you have an intimate gathering of friends and family on a day that is not your actual birthday. I can see him taking lots of photos of you and making a collage. He would also put a lot of time and effort into your gift and make it special.

Seungkwan:

He would be so dramatic about how he found out and about how he didn’t hear it from you. After he gets over it he would immediately start getting you gifts. Like this man would shower you in gifts upon gifts. He would make sure you had everything you needed. I can’t see him wanting to plan anything big for you but would make sure everyone knew it was your birthday.

Vernon:

When he finds out it is your birthday, he is definitely surprised but also understands not wanting to make a big deal out of it and proceeds to plan a trip with just the two of you. He would want to make it a whole trip with the two of you where you would spend time together, listening to the playlist the two of you made and spending quality time together. In terms of gifts, he would be more of the sentimental type and want to cater your gift towards you. I can see him getting your tickets to your favorite band or going to the park for a lunch date. He would definitely be down to do whatever made you the happiest though.

Dino:

I feel like Dino would be a really good planner of birthdays. I think when he finds out it is your birthday he would be like :( you didn’t tell me, but then he would get going on the planning and make a whole day out of celebrating you. In terms of the actual day of your birth, he would want to spend time with you and make sure you had everything you needed. I can see him also showering you with so much love and making you feel like the most special person on this earth.

#svt #svt x reader #svt x y/n #svt x you #svt seungcheol #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #svt jun #svt hoshi #svt wonwoo #svt woozi #svt dk #svt mingyu #svt minghao #svt seungkwan #svt vernon #svt dino

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itsbeeble · 11 months ago

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assign your moots with their bias x romantic tropes (and tell us why!)

okay the way i really had to think about this

@juyeonszn (u have 2 but its okay we're silly goofy like that) and Juyeon are that trope where it's enemies to lovers fake dating trope. idk why but like... that's such a you trope? Like yeah i hate you but yeah i'll pretend to date you bc [insert reason but ur prolly in it bc you hate someone else more than u hate him]

@winterchimez and sangyeon are friends to lovers where one of them has a shitty sleep schedule and the other is constantly trying to get them to fix it (wait that sounds familiar...😐) and they end up just kissing at one point bc the one with the good sleep schedule is tryna distract them

@zzoguri and sunwoo (just like me actually) are the trope where its like popular x nerd but one of them has always had a crush on the other and they end up bonding over something but the popular one cant show it bc they're popular but they end up saying fuck it and MWAH they kiss

@sungbeam and Changmin (so real actually)... i feel like this would be that trope where its like famous x "im not like other girls 🥱🥱🥱" (im sorry ily) and he's like 😧😧😧 "she's not like other girls" (read: the plot of Starstruck i love that movie sm)

@captain-brie OKAY I KNOW YOUR BIAS IS WOOZI. I KNOW IT NOW. But you guys would be grumpy x sunshine fr‼️‼️‼️‼️ like it reminds me of a fic i read where the photographymajor!reader had like a hella bug crush on musicmajor!woozi but he despised her byt she was like its ok pookie no one has to know 😇😇😇

i always have sm fun with these omg. (if i got any biases wrong i give you permission to shame me for life BUT I THINK I GOT THEM ALL RIGHT SJEHEHHSJW) I WANT MOREEEE I WANT MORE PEOPLE TO ASSIGN THINGS TO THESE ARE SO FUNNNNN

#itsbeeble #reese's moots 🩵#ally~ ⛄️#fawn~ 🧼#beam~ ⚡️#moni~ 🌻#brie~ 🫧#reese chats ✏️#reese's pieces 🗞️

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wonijinjin · 9 months ago

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hihi!! i’ve been following you for a while now and i love your works, tysm for all the lovely content you put out for us~~ also could i request a match with seventeen?

my pronouns are she/her but im also pretty comfortable with gender neutral terms (im still trying to figure it out lol) and my mbti is infp! im super shy and quiet in environments where i don’t know anyone but when im friends and people im comfortable with, i can get pretty chatty lol but my social battery gets drained super super quickly like the max amount of hours i can spend outside w friends before getting quiet is probably 3 hours.. im also really dramatic (and loud,, i have a tendency to yell when i get hyper) and have a really bad habit of hitting anyone who’s in a foot proximity when im laughing lmao

in terms of aesthetics, i would say im a mix of minimalist and colorful?? idk the word for it but i like minimal things but not all white, like lots of colorful doodles and books and notebooks and stationery but white is still the primary color,, i js like very clean and simple things HELP IK THIS IS WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT IDK THE WORD FOR IT 😭 and in terms of fashion, i like wearing a lot of baggy and oversized clothes (flannels, knit vests, button downs, cardigans, jeans, cargo & parachute pants) and my main accessory is an old navy blue baseball cap. the main color palette would be navy blue, white, black, and gray? i think this is where the androgynous/gender neutral part comes into play lol

my top favorite seventeen songs would be,,, to you, don’t wanna cry, dust, heaven’s cloud, and ready to love :3 they’re some of the most best composed songs ever o my goodness

hobbies!! i really enjoy listening/playing music like i can’t go without music playing in my day to day life and im a hugeee music nerd like woozi is fr a genius bc how does he do that so effortlessly. i’ve also gotten back into reading recently and i also like writing sometimes when i find the time. i love love loveee binging kdrama shows and movies but my favorite pastime would probably be taking naps or lying in bed while i doomscroll. i love the rain and cats and i also love legos! i’ve wasted all my money on lego collections and im slowly running out of space in my room to store my completed collection lmao

i know this is a lot,, im so sorry i didn’t mean for it to get that long 😭😭 thank you sm in advance 😭🫶

hi lovely!:) thank you for requesting a match, the member i thought about when i was reading your ask was none other than…

Joshua!

he is an extroverted person, but isn’t always a loud one at that, which could be perfect when you are the louder one in an environment that you know and like, he would absolutely let you shine! at other occasions when you are on the shy side he would softly encourage you to open up more and more without being pushy about it, guiding the situation with his gentleness (yes i am the biggest believer of the gentleman agenda)!

he loves when you are expressive with him, and doesn’t mind a bit of silliness any time of the day.

your style very much seemed like one with could match his too, he loves those kinds of clothes you mentioned which would conclude him wanting to buy matching ones quite often!

he is a very soft man, with a heart full of love to give out to you and people around him, so he would love to take care of you at all times! he has lots of hobbies which he would absolutely love to introduce to you, including wanting to try the ones you enjoy aswell.

overall he would just want you to be comfortable with him, and would give you everything in the world in order to do that, whatever it might be; building legos together, napping insdie while the raindrops pour onto the windows, or taking you home when you get tired.

take care, have a great day!:)

#wonijinjin #anon <3 #anon request #anon match request #answered #seventeen matches

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rhysand-vs-fenrys · 2 years ago

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Okay, I have to ask because it's been bugging me: That seventeen meme post, the guy with the "talking to people about my obsessions" post on him, what is he doing?

Specifically, no idea

Broadly though, it's from when the group was in quarantine for like a week before their recent Japan concert. They were taking turns using a live app with fans called Vlive, and he (Woozi, their songwriter) started one up to talk about his favorite anime heroes, doing it bracket-style like a sports match.

And that lasted for a LEGENDARY 6 hours. He didn't stop. He drank 1 coke the entire time. Just stream of consciousness about his favorite anime.

So yeah, IDK what that action specifically was tied to, but to get the joke you just need to know it was a 6 hour live about anime.

And the group still brings it up with a mix of fear, awe, and maybe disgust (at the length of time, not the content) lmao

Oh, and if anyone was wondering, I believe the winner was Inuyasha

#ask #and if I heard right he went through well over 100 anime #sometimes i forget woozi is a huge anime nerd #but then i remember lilili yabbay is a song expressing how he felt at the end of some anime movie #it gave him such strong feels he wrote a song #and the dance unit recorded it and shot an MV and it became like one of their biggest songs #and broadly one the group loves too #even the rap unit covered it

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years ago

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Welcome, Father...

"Tell us, demon scum." The male agent grabbed the light from the female agent, shoving it in his face, "Who do you work for? Satan?"

"How did you get to our world from the afterlife?"

"Why are youse killing humans?"

"When did you show up here?"

The damned agents finally stoped passing the lights about, giving him a moment to adjust to the situation.

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, bitch." He snapped at the humans, "First of all, we just woke up from a very nasty shock and I'm still feeling fuckin' woozy, so I'm gonna request you fetch us some coffee before we get into this. I mean, everyone gets coffees in shitty movies with scenes like this, am I right? I want something iced, bitch." Looking over his shoulder, he asked his employee, "Mox?"

Raising his nose, Moxxie began, "I'll have a Neopolitan cappuccino, more cappu than cino, make sure it's got no more than four ounces of milk, the beans won't have the right texture otherwise, and make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup they always put "Foxy" or "Roxy", I hate that."

"If you can't handle that, I'll have a Venti traditional Misto. Please use soy milk with two blond shots Affogato and Ristretto. I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom. Then, add the coffee after, then-"

"Enough!" The male agent snapped, "We aren't getting youse coffee!"

"Wow, I was getting massive douche chills just there, Mox." He told him proudly, "Congrats!"

"If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts!" The female agent failed to sound threatening.

"When you say "tortured", do you mean physical or psychological?" Moxxie asked in his typical know-it-all tone, "Physical seems counterproductive; we would likely tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain, and you have no way of knowing what was true." He spouted at the humans.

"Or we might like it too much." He but in, "And then you got a whole new thing to deal with."

The male agent leaned down, raising a bore "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you're stupid, huh? I can work with stupid. Daddy Likey Dummy!" Blitzø taunted the agent.

"Good one sir, Daddy likey-" Moxxie sputtered, squirming in his chair.

"You better stop laughin' at us." The female agent threatened.

"Yeah! You're the ones at our mercy!" The male agent yelled at him, grabbing his collar

"It's hard to resist, I'm really sorry. I mean, considering your approach thus far, you've had us tied up here for what, hours?" Mox cut in, "And you haven’t even had us confirm what exactly we are!" Moxxie mocked the agents like the nerd he was.

"What are you?" The female agent asked, a curious tone coming to the females voice.

"I'm a Virgo." Moxxie told her, smugness dripping from his voice.

Both Imps burst into laughter, the agents only getting more frustrated.

Just as the male agent was gonna snap at them, the door to the room suddenly swung open.

An unnatural amount 9f light poured into the room, blinding them all for a brief moment. Once there eyes adjust, they found a silhouette standing in the doorway.

They were dressed in black, looking up a distinct shine came from his eyes, the figure wearing glasses.

Walking into the room, the figure spoke, "The question isn't what they are? The question is why there here?" He spoke cryptically.

Stepping closer the male agent came to meet the stranger halfway, "Who da Hell ah' you and how'd you get in here?" The male agent demanded.

Raising his gaze the stranger wore a smile.

The agent noticeably reacted. Stumbling back "F-f-f-father Cain... W-what are you's doin here?" He sputtered.

This 'father' just smile at him, "My associates informed me you acquired two new specimens." He looked at him, "I've come to process them." He spoke menacingly.

Father cain looked over the agents shoulder, gazing at him and Moxxie. "Excellent job My child. I always knew my faith was well placed." The father told the agent, patting his shoulder.

The agent seemed taken aback, "Th-thank you Sir." He spoke, a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

"Father Cain?" The female agent asked, walking up to 'father' Cain. "Last I heard you were down at some beach on Spring break."

Smiling at the pair, father cain raised a finger, "Ive no time for such hedonistic pleasures. Not while the Lords work is to be done" He said happily.

"Now" He began cheerfully "I need a table if I am to do my work." He spoke firmly, raising a medium sized doctors bag, that seemed to appear from nowhere.

The male agent snapped to attention, quickly running about before rushing into the back room.

Walking forwards, Father Cain removed his glasses, staring down at him. "My, my, my, they certainly did a good job. Quite a pair of specimens you have here." He spoke to himself.

Raising a brow, Blitzø wore a little grin. "Oh yeah? You should see my junk, now thats a specimen." He spoke in his usual cocky tone.

'Father' Cain just smiled, slowly walking around to Moxxie inspecting him as well. "And unharmed, very impressive." The 'Father' told the female agent.

A moment later, the male agent returned, awkwardly dragging in a large wooden table. Dropping it down, he gave a few deep puffs, "There ya go 'Fatha', will this do?"

'Father' Cain smiled told him, gratefully telling him "That will do perfectly, thank you my child."

Walking over, the 'Father' placed his bag down before opening it and pulling out a myriad of odd and strange objects.

There was a series of shiny items and tools. Although a small wooden case caught his attention, the Imp couldn't help but think it didn't belong.

"Hey, uh, you guys seem pretty chummy and we'd hate to be a third wheel, so we'd be happy to leave you to it." He cut in smugly, hoping to get a rise from one of them.

And that he did, the male agent trying to snap at him, only to be tempered by this 'Father' Cain

Calming down, the male agent asked, "What did you mean, when you came in Sit. That it's not "What they are, it's why there here?'"

Smiling, Father Cain patted his shoulder, "I'm glad you caught that, I always knew you were sharp."

He smoke warmly, "I said that because, simply put. I know what they are. They are Imps." He said it simply.

That actually surprised him, even Moxxie reacted, releasing the slightest gasp.

Looking over the father just had a eerie smile, clearly happy with there reaction.

Both agents looked confused, "Imps?" They asked each other.

The father released a deep sigh, "Yes, Imps. Imps are the very lowest of the low in hell, as well as the lowest of the Hellbornes, or Hellspawn, I can never seem to remember which is the proper term."

Walking over, Father Cain placed a finger under his chin, raising his head to meet his gaze. "Your responsible for the death of a two hundred and sixty three humans." He told him coldly.

"Yeah, but I wanna know is why?" The female agent asked, "If they were just killing humans for shits and giggles, why not just kill wherever and whenever?" She asked.

Nodding his head, "Because..." Father Cain stood up, "They do serve a higher demon, but not Satan."

Standing up, the 'Father' walked to his bag, pulling a yellow folder out. "They've killed hundreds, and the only thing that connects them...? Death."

There was another pause, before he spoke again, "But not there deaths. Each person they've killed has had someone directly related to there lives die in the past decade."

Walking over to the Imps, the 'Father' showed them a series of pictures. Blitzø recognised them... they were targets they'd killed.

"There not killing them for a demon lord, there killing them for other human souls. I imagine with a the ability to travel to the human world, you've turned revenge into a buisness." He said simply, tossing the pictures to the side.

Crouching down, the 'Father' stared at him coldly before asking "Who's book did you use to get here, Demon?"

Blitzø stared back at him, the Imp doing his best to keep calm. But he could tell this human was clearly more dangerous than the other two idiot 'demon hunters'.

Standing up, 'Father' Cain told the other agents coldly, "Leave us. Remove any cameras. I dont want any sort of witness."

"What?" The female agent asked aghast, "We caught these 'Imps' there our score and we'll be interrogating them." She snapped at the 'Father', only for the the father to calmly stare at her.

Before he could speak, the male agent grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of the room he spoke hastily "P-please forgive her, Sir. She doesn't fully understand the importance of your work."

The female agent put a fight, but was quickly pulled out of the room, slamming it behind him.

Now with just the three of them, 'Father' Cain removed his glasses before placing them on the table.

Stretching his neck, he removed the white collar piece at the front of his shirt, placing it in his coat pocket.

"Now" he began coldly "shall we begin the fun?"

Turning around, Blitzø decided now was a good time to speak up. "Fun, aye? What kinda fun we talkin. Shots, blow, maybe a good old fashioned threesome?" He asked, hoping to get under this 'Father' Cain's skin.

He was surprised, however, when the 'Father' just laughed, glancing over his shoulder at him.

"Your tricks won't work on me demon. I'm used to your tricks by now." He spoke happily, grabbing a small gun like object. Placing that down, he inspected a series of bottles.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Blitzø spoke up. "You clearly know more us then those dumbass agent dickwads did, so... what's your game?" He asked, trying to be serious.

The human stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, he spoke up, "I know much about you. For instance, your the other Imps boss, hence he calls you Sir." He spoke coyly, still inspecting the myriad of items he'd brought.

"I also know you've killed people on three different continants, although I wonder how many you came up to kill specifically and how many were collateral." He spoke again.

Turning around he held a small bottle, walking forwards he leaned over Blitzø "I also know you can only get to the living world if your a succubus, a demon lord, or... you have a Grimoire."

Blitzø chuckled, "What is that some kinda fish?" He asked, trying to play dumb.

The 'Father' chuckled, shaking his head, "Besides how do you know I'm not a succubus, I can hold my own in the sack." He spoke smugly.

The 'Father' stared at him, an eerie smile crossing his lips.

"You want to know how i know what you are?" He asked coldly, cold eyes sending a shiver down his spine and not in the good way.

Before he could ask what I was, the father reach forwards, ripping a hole in his pants leg. "What the fuck?!" He yelled at him, "These are my good pants!"

Not minding him, the 'Father' removed a second bottle. "This" He showed him a small blue bottle, "Is poisen to Succubus." He said simply, opening the bottle and revealing an eye dropper, dropping two little droplets on his leg.

Nothing happened, the cool liquid sliding down and observing into his pant leg. Putting the bottle away He showed the original brown bottle, "This... is for Imps." He said simply.

Opening the bottle, it revealed another eye drop, holding it over his thigh, he dropped a single drop on his leg.

This time his whole body reacted, he pulled against his bindings as he released a blood curdling screech.

It felt like someone was jamming a molten hot poker into his thigh. It went on for minutes, the Imp whining in pain. "What the fuck do you want you sick fuck?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

A small smile crossed the 'Father's' lips before he stood up and told him "I want to show you something."

Walking over to the table, he grabbed that wooden case before bringing it over to the Imps.

Crouching down besides the both of them, he told the both of them "These are my most prized possessions." He spoke warmly, running his hand across the wooden case.

"What'cha got there? Ya dildo collection?" He tried to sound smug, though the Imp was still writhing in pain.

He heard moxxie tried to laugh, but it died in his throat, the smaller Imp still terrified by his boss's earlier reaction.

Opening the case, he revealed several colourful arrow heads, each one varying in size, shape and colour.

It took a long time, the imp looking over the arrow heads before he realised, 'Those aren't arrow heads... there demon tails.'

"Fuck..." Blitzø gasped, he heard Moxxie sputter out a similar cuss, just as scared behind him.

The 'Father' on the other hand, seemed quite proud, gently trailing his fingers across the tail heads.

"These are my life's work" He spoke calmly, "I've dedicated my life to hunting demons like you." He trailed his fingers across the tails, "Most of these are from Succubus. They can come and go from my world to yours the easiest, so most of the demons we find are Succubus."

He pointed to two crimson tail tips, "But these two... these two are special."

Leaning in, he spoke gently "These two... are from Imps." The revelation seemed to bring bile into the back of Blitzøs throat.

"Jesus..." moxxie said shakily, turning his head and throwing up.

Blitzø took a deep breath, doing his best not to throw up. Looking back at the human he found him holding up a tail head.

"This one" he told him, twirling it between his fingers, "I got at a little beach city. The city getting my attention after a giant demonic fish had popped up. Sound familiar." He asked with a smirk.

"Unfortunately most of them had used there demonic charm to escaped the police before I arrived... key word being, 'most'." He told him, turning his attention back on the tail head.

"I got this one from a succubus. She hid herself as a chubby little black woman. She played dumb, just like you, and much like you she was cocky and ignorant." Placing the tail tip into the container, he said coldly, "But now..."

He left the question open, clearly trying get in there heads. The problem being... it was working.

Standing up the human didn't speak for several long moments, before he placed the case on Blitzøs lap, gently telling him "Hold this"

Blitzø's whole body froze up, a deep sickness growing in his stomach as he felt the cool wooden case on his lap.

The human walked over to the mirror Blitzø only just noticed. The human stared at it for a long moment, the silence in the room becoming palpable.

Until the silence was dashed when the 'Father' smashed his arm through the mirror, before throwing his body back smashing the male agent through the mirror and slamming him into the wall.

Looking at his slumped form, 'Father Cain turned back to the now broken mirror, finding the terrified female agent standing there.

Releasing a deep sigh, the 'father' began climbing in through the now broken double sided mirror.

"It was your doing, wasn't it?" He asked, "I said I needed no witnesses, but you always did hold him back. What a waste of potential." The 'Father' told her, before grabbing her and dragging her through the window.

Bringing her to her knees, he grasped the sides of her head.

The woman desperately clawing at his arms. The female agent releasing a desperate cry for mercy as he began crushing her head.

Blood began trailing from her eyes and nose, crying out until her head splattered between his hands, sending a splatter of bone and brain matter across his face.

Dropping her now destroyed head, he realised it, the now sludge like head hit the ground with a wet splat.

Before the 'Father' flicked his hands, looked back at the Imps, "What the fuck are you?!" Blitzø yelled at him.

The human only smiled, walking over, he gently grabbed the wooden case before walking back over and placing it on the table.

Walking over to the now collapsed male agent, he placed his foot on the side of his head. "I... am alpha and Omega." He said coldly, staring him right in the eyes before crushing the other agents head beneath his foot.

Walking back to the table, he grabbed a red cloth, wiping his face before placing on his glasses he turned to the two Imps.

"Oh Satan... Oh, Satan please, please help me" Moxxie begged, clearly losing his shit. "Please just let me see Millie one last time, I don't want to die."

Before Blitzø could snap at his limp dick employee for showing weakness, the roof began to rumble, bit suddenly gave way, Millie falling through carrying a battle axe.

"MILLIE!!!" Moxxie practically cried, tears of joy beading in his eyes.

"MOX!" Millie cried back, rushing over and getting them out of ther bindings.

Just after that Loona broke through the door, Blitzø taking a moment to tell her how proud he was to see her in the field.

Now all free and together they turned to the 'Father', finding him still very much cool and collected, the sight sending a bone chilling shiver down his spine.

"Just in time" The human spoke, seemingly happy at the outcome "Its so good to see a family reunited."

"Now I imagine one of you have my Grimoire?" He asked inspecting his fingers. "Give it to me and I'll let you leave."

Now it was Blitzøs turn to chuckle, "Nah, I don't think so." He spoke cockily, reaching into his emergency pack for a gun.

The 'Father' just chuckled again, standing up straight he snapped his finger. And like it were choreographed, dozens of suit wearing humans burst into the room.

"Gentlemen!" He addressed them "These demonic scum have killed your commanders. And they shall do it again and again and again, until you send them back to hell." He told them, stepping into the back room.

The fight after that was one of the best Blitzø had ever had, although it would have been even better if he didn't have this injured leg.

Regardless, the whole thing was so bad ass and everyone was working together so well. He even got to see his Loony kick some ass.

Firing a missle, from his over sized launcher, he cleared what was left of the agents.

He'd though that was it, there weren't anybody left to stop them.

He was wrong.

The lights to switch to red, an alarm start blaring through the facility.

They all made for the door, only for a series of doors to slam in there face, locking them in the room.

His Loony tried desperately to read the book, but couldn't see anything in the crimson light that filled the room

It was then he heard a slow clapping, all of them turning to find the 'Father' giving them a condescending clap.

"Well done, Hellspawn, Well done. You've killed all the witnesses, depleted your ammunition and now I know you can't read the Grimoire in crimson light. Well done."

Standing before them, even outnumbered and unharmed, the 'Father' seemed to hold total control of the situation.

Before he could think of something any, all the air seemed to such out of the room, demonic whispers filling the room like shadows.

"You dare threaten my Impish little plaything~" the whispers spoke.

He knew this voice, but like his friends and family, he chose not to speak, too caught up in the moment.

Screens flew off the wall, avian footprints trailed across the floor. The bodies of the dead agents rose to there feet, eyes black as they began the intricate process of drawing some demonic symbol from there own blood.

Stepping back the 'Fther' looked about, before smiling, "Finally" He whispered, pulling out a flask and began chugging it.

Shadows seemed to slither like a million black snakes crawled across the floor, disappearing at the 'Fathers' feet.

There was a long pause before the human bent over and violently projectile vomited, throwing up what seemed like gallons of black liquid from his mouth.

The vomiting stopped, the human standing back up.

The back liquid slowly pulled itself to gathering, slowly morphing into a figure.

The black tar slowly formed into feathers, limbs and fingers, a set of crimson eyes appearing in the black goo.

The figure appeared to be Stolas. But this was not the elegant demon lord of hell.

This being was a wretched, wounded animal, covered in filth.

The 'Father' just wiped his mouth, that cold gaze returning to his eyes. Stepping forwards he grabbed Stolas by the filthy collar, staring him down.

The owl demon was a sputtering mess, coughing up black liquids as he tried to breathproperly.

The owl looked up at him.

And for the very first time in wjat was likely a millennia of existence, Stolas looked Terrified.

Not scared.

Terrified.

Grabbing at the arms of the human, the Prince of Hell sputtered out, "W-what are you?"

The human stopped, looking down at the owl, leaning down and whispered, "I am the beginning... and i am the end..."

The owl just stared up at him in horror, the humans hand coming to wrap around his throat, the demon feebly attempting to break free from his grasp.

There was a long moment where the only sound in the room was the prince's pitiful wheezing, frail little cries coming from the owl as the life was squeezed out of him.

The sounds were seemingly corked by a wet smack ringing out.

Blitzø had taken one of the agents weapons, a large knife and had impaled the 'Human' through the lower stomach.

There was a long moment of silence, before the 'human' slowly turned to look at him with that same cold gaze.

Without releasing Stolas, he pulled his arm back and smacked Blitzø, sending him sliding back to his friends.

Reaching down, he grabbed the knife, yanking it out of his back without hesitation.

Nothing came from his wound, and when pulling the knife out, no blood stained it's blade.

With knife in hand, he released the owl, letting his pathetic form hit the ground, the owl desperately gasping for breath.

Leaning down, you grasped Stolas' wrist, the owl releasing a pathetic little gasp of pain, followed by a frail little whimper as the 'Human' slid the blade across his wrist.

But what came next left them all shocked.

Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he pressed his mouth down before greedily suckling the foul blood straight from his veins.

He drank down the demons fowl blood, not making a sound cept the muscles of his throat contracting to push the fowl liquid down his throat.

The demons black blood flowed down his throat. Every demon in the room just watched, to shocked to think and to fearful to do anything as you had your way with the Prince.

After a few minutes of the 'Father' drinking the demons blood, he finally released the demons wrist. The owl quickly clutching his wrist to his chest as he desperately clawing to get away from the 'human'.

The 'Father' stood there, panting as a demons black blood stained his lips.

When he finally opened his eyes, they held a Unholy glint to them.

Wiping his lips he walked forwards, calmly packing what few items had survived the fighting into his bag before Putting on his glasses and placing the small white band into his shirt collar.

Walking past the now cowering demon Prince, he leaned over and pressed one of the buttons on the dashboard, instantly the lights returned to normal.

Stepping before the group they awaited some sort of attack, or threat, what they got instead was a single phrase "Excuse me."

He said it so simply, each hellborne took a moment to make sure they'd heard correctly.

Each of them just stared for a moment before Millie spoke up, "What?"

The human raised a brow, lowering his glasses he asked again, this time his voice cold, threateningly cold, "Excuse me."

The demons awkwardly stepped to the side, giving him a clear path to walk.

Walking past them he gave them a slight nod, "Thank you."

The demons were all in shock, silently watching the 'human' walk away from them.

"That's it?" Blitzø asked before he could stop himself, quickly slamming his hands to his mouth.

The 'Father' stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, he smiled, "Kill you later." He told them playfully, lowering his glasses and giving them a wink.

He walked away, the eerie sound of his shoes on cold tile floors permanently burned into there memory.

Hey Hey, I hope you enjoyed. I really wanted to try something a bit different. I had the idea for this in my head since episode 6 came out and I just really like the idea of an unknown entity showing up with either motive or intentions clear to anyone.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, I really wanna start writing more of my own original ideas, so expect more content in the future. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss I.M.P #truth seekers #episode 6 truth seekers #helluva boss truth seekers #helluva boss original character #not really clear what im doing #just going with the flow #my own idea

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ihavenocluedude · 4 years ago

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The two awkward fools

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott x Original Female Character

Chapter 1. “Let’s get going shall we?”

Link to chapter 2

Summary:Two awkward fools meet for the first time after being on the same ship for a long while. An obvious crush on both sides makes the friends around them want to just lock them in somewhere until someone confesses. But decides not to. Hence an awkward slow burn arises. This is the story of Elfie Maxwell and Montgomery Scott, two fools who couldn’t see that the feelings were mutual and therefore drove the people around them rather irritated.

It basically revolves just around them and the evolution of it all. And there isn't really any big superficial descriptions of Elfie so... Yup.

A/N: I decided to finally start posting this! I’m kinda nervous about it but at the same time super excited. I’m currently writing on chapter 6 actually but I’ve been constantly editing the earlier chapters. So here you’ve got a pretty constantly edited first chapter. Here’s to crushing on tech nerds in movies! I can’t find that many gifs of Pegg as Scotty, so have a little Scotty on Delta Vega :)

Also posted on Ao3 : Chap 1. the two awkward fools

"Kiddo! Maxwell!"

“I’m not a kid McCoy, I’m just a few years younger than you god dammit.” Max sighed, swiveling around with her chair to look at the just slightly older, dark haired grump. The office space of the medical department was usually pretty quiet, reserved for doing paperwork, avoiding certain crew members or just killing time. But now of course here he came calling out her name as she had sat there doing actual work. However whilst turning around, she did not only see her goofy friend who’s somehow her superior McCoy who was looking rather pale at the moment. But also the chief engineer of the ship, Lt Commander Montgomery Scott.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Commander Scott, I’m Elfie Maxwell.” The motion of instantly standing up and reaching out her hand quickly had not only caught herself off guard but also the now slightly flustered Lt. Commander. Max had never really met him before, sure she had heard about him several times. From crewmates, from McCoy, from Kirk, from her best friend, from pretty much everyone who had met him. And she had actually seen him around in the corridors or in the canteen, so she wasn’t actually a stranger to his appearance or his body language. Seeing him this close and actually talking to him for the first time did feel extremely strange however, he seemed slightly different than how she’d observed before.

"Ach, please Maxwell, call me Scotty."

“People usually call me Max,” She smiled at the man before continuing “So what can I do for you guys?” Max had started worrying about the cause of why the two men were there, well after the minor shock of meeting a Lt Commander for the first time of course... Anyhow, they are after all both Lieutenant Commanders, McCoy is a ‘way’ better doctor than she is (even if she hated to admit it). So why did they come there to her to get her help, unless there had been an emergency again. She did not have the energy for another couple of hours of patching up countless crewmembers.

“Everything’s fine Max, I got- Fuck! I got a bit of a headache and Scotty here, forced me to come here and get someone’s help as I wouldn’t put a hypo in my own damn neck myself.” McCoy muttered, taking a seat in the chair that Max had been sitting in when the two had entered the office. McCoy’s almost normal ‘usual’ muttering of swear words hadn’t truly made sense in this moment until now. McCoy leaned forwards in the chair, catching his head in his hands and letting out a quick groan once more.

"Well mister grumpy let's take this to the actual medical bay and not the damn office and let’s give you that damn hypo." Max decided to go behind McCoy and steer the chair he was sitting in into the medical bay. "Scotty, you can follow with if you want, your choice though." Looking back at him, he nodded and ultimately decided to follow along.

"Look Max, you're not really helping me by driving me in the chair."

"Do you really want to walk there instead you buffoon-" Max teased swinging the chair a bit, rolling it side-to-side slightly, making McCoy's headache flare up a bit.

" No!" McCoy suddenly yelped making both Max and Scotty chuckle. Max steadied the chair and continued making their way into the medical bay, the other medics looking at them like they were insane at the moment. "Look just give me the medicine doc'." McCoy muttered loudly.

"Hypospray, five percent hydrocortilene." McCoy demanded as he looked up at the woman for a second as she was looking at the hypospray in her hands.

"Oh please you'll need three percent at max McCoy."

"Give me seven percent you little- "

“Bones, be nice to the wee lass.” Scotty stepped in, seeming to be trying to defend Max. However being called a ‘little girl’, wasn’t quite that nice. Elfie Maxwell always seemed to be thought of as way younger by her superiors even if she didn’t look that much younger. McCoy always calls her kiddo, of course he’s a friend and all but out of all the nicknames? Kiddo? Really? Max isn’t even that short or that small in general, sure her eyes might give of a young vibe but she was by no account a ‘wee’ kiddo.

"Please don't call me a little girl, I'm just a few years younger than you guys. I'll give the little stick in the mud the seven percent he wants but doesn't need ." Max muttered, picking up a hypospray, fixing the hydrocortilene setting on the hypospray before injecting the hypo into the side of his neck. McCoy, as the little wuss he is, hissed loudly.

"You're not supposed to stab me with it."

“You’re such a baby McCoy, however you should be fine now. Or well… Maybe a bit woozy in a minute, remember that I didn’t tell you to make me give you seven percent, your choice Doc.”

“I’ll be fine.” McCoy rolled his eyes, standing up from the chair, clutching his head quickly as the headache flared up slightly at the quick movement once again.

“So where were you guys before this?”

"Jus' a meeting." Scotty smiled at Max, nodding slightly, it was apparent that Scotty and Max weren’t quite acquainted with each other yet but he was truly trying to make the situation comfortable. It was quite sweet, Max had heard several things about the chief engineer, everything from him being extremely loveable to sometimes being very annoying. When Max turned herself back towards McCoy, now sitting down on one of the beds, he seemed completely gone, told him he didn’t need the seven percent. “Well he seems rather pleased either way, even with the headache Kirk gave him.”

“Kirk was the one who triggered this?” Max questioned Scotty with a confused look, snapping her fingers a bit over McCoy’s face, making sure she got at least somewhat of a reaction.

“Aye, cannae tell you how but tha’ headache’s Kirk’s fault.”

“Oh… Well I’m sorry you had to be in the middle of all of that.” Max nodded along, knowing how McCoy and Scotty’s conversations could drive someone insane. They were close as hell and whilst Max had sort of joined their little group of friends, she couldn’t compare her friendship with either of the men to the friendship between the two of them. But she did sometimes bet that their friendship couldn’t compare to her and her best friend’s. However that was just a personal little smugness she kept in her head.

“McCoy I swear to everything if you made me give you seven percent to avoid your next shift I’ll make you cover me the next time I want one off.” Max muttered to McCoy, his eyes slightly opening at Max’s words, it was a start but if McCoy didn’t want to spend the night in the medical bay then Scotty or someone else would have to help Max carry him on their shoulders to McCoy’s quarters. “Scotty I need your help with this goofball.” Max turned to the scottish man beside her, who apparently stood way closer now than she had been expecting, making her jolt up.

“No’ a problem Max, let’s get going shall we?”

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"So… Commander Scott huh? I thought you guys had spoken by now, I mean we've been out here a while?" Jen questioned, Max nodded slightly, of course they probably should’ve met before but who’s to say when you’re going to meet someone for the first time. After Max’s shift, Jen, Max’s best friend who works in engineering had dragged Max over to her quarters.

Apparently Jen had bought some sort of vodka mix thingy from another engineer and then hid it somewhere in the quarters and finally decided that today was the day that they’d drink it. They started talking about their day as usual at first, merely sipping on the strong liquid. Max brung up drugged up McCoy and with that also brung up how she had met Scotty for the very first time. "I mean you guys aren't that… You're both… I mean… You're kind of alike Elfie?" Jen stumbled slightly over her words, as she often did. Jen was the sort of person who got the most of her confidence during stress or emergencies, however during normal days, she stumbled over her words especially when she has to talk to a superior. But today it was simply a sign to Max that Jen had been slightly irritated during the day and now was tired, only wanting to relax with her best friend but stumbling over her words to try and find the right ones.

"Thank you?" Max responded with uncertainty "I don't know him yet so I have no clue if that's positive or negative Jen. I've heard that he's talkative, from some I've heard that he's annoying, from some I've heard that he's great."

"All you need to know is that he’s worth talking to, get to know him for yourself Elfie.” Jen smiled at Max “I mean El… Isn’t he kind of… I mean… He is kind of your type isn’t he? Dark blond, slightly older? An engineer? Quite… quirky?” Jen started whispering for some reason, leaning in a bit, Jen’s lips starting to form into a bit of a smug smirk as Max’s skin flushed. “Look I’m not telling you to go fall in love with him… But it wouldn’t hurt you? Or well… I mean… Love does hurt when it ends- nevermind, ignore me…” Jen chuckled, shaking her head at her own tired rambling.

“It has been a while since I’ve been anywhere close to even crushing-ugh. ” Max cringed at her own words, it made her feel like she was just a teenager again “I meant it has been a while since I’ve been anywhere close to even having feelings for someone Jen. He’s sweet and all but I’m not sure he’ll be the one who’ll… well… the one whom I’ll open up that part of my life to again.” Max shrugged, sipping from the glass she had merely sipped from during the conversation. Readying herself to start taking slightly more of the strong liquid.

Next chapter

#Montgomery Scott #montgomery scott x reader #Simon Pegg x reader #Star Trek AOS #Scotty x reader #star trek fanfiction #My Writing

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starwarsnonsense · 5 years ago

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Best Films of 2019 (So Far)

It’s that time of year again! As most of my followers probably know, I’m an avid cinema-goer beyond Star Wars. I also quite enjoy making lists, so what’s better than a combo of the two? Below, I run down my top 10 films of 2019 so far - please note that this list is based on UK cinema release dates, so some of these films were 2018 releases elsewhere.

What are your favourites so far from this year? Let me know in replies/asks!

Honourable mentions: Toy Story 4, Long Shot, Aladdin, Alita: Battle Angel & The Kid Who Would Be King

1. The Favourite, dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

This completely wowed me - it features a trio of magnificently compelling female characters (played by Olivia Colman, Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone) operating at the court of Queen Anne (Colman is Anne, Weisz and Stone are courtiers), and is focused solely on the shifting sands of the power dynamics between them. The script is savage without sacrificing poignancy, witty without ceasing to be genuine. And while I’ve seen some react to this film as a comedy (and it certainly has laughs, most of which are closely tied to shock), for me it was very clearly a drama about the inscrutable and complicated relationships that exist between women. Specifically, it is about how those relationships run the gamut from sincere affinity to ruthless manipulation. This is an amazing movie, and it also has the best use of an Elton John song in 2019 (sorry, Rocketman!).

2. Midsommar, dir. Ari Aster

I went into this film with reservations, since I wasn’t a huge fan of Hereditary (by the same director), which I found to have extraordinary moments but iffy execution overall. This movie, however, wowed me, and I am still uncertain as to whether this or The Favourite is my top film of 2019 so far (fortunately, this gives me a good excuse to watch Midsommar three or four times in cinemas). While marketed as a freaky cult horror film, the director has described it as a fairy tale, which is the level on which is spoke to me. Midsommar follows Dani (an incredible Florence Pugh), a young woman who has suffered a terrible loss, as she travels with her boyfriend and his friends to a pagan festival in the Swedish countryside. Dani is painfully isolated, and her grief is hers to shoulder alone since her boyfriend is un-receptive and distinctly unprepared to help her. Over the course of the film, destruction and creation are conflated in ways that are frequently beautiful and horrific at the same time - this film spoke to me on a profound level, and the way it ended gave me a sense of incredible catharsis. This won’t be for everyone, for I found it to be a deeply special film and I can’t recommend it enough.

3. One Cut of the Dead, dir. Shinichirou Ueda

While I went into The Favourite with high expectations given the talent involved, I went into this with no expectations whatsoever - and what a treat it was! One Cut of the Dead is easily one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in ears, taking what initially seems like a trite concept (a crew is filming a zombie movie at a desolate location ... only to discover that the zombies are real!) and twisting it in a truly ingenious way. The comedy is often of the broad variety, but it is consistently delightful and always manages to avoid becoming crass - the movie even has some really sweet family dynamics at the centre of it, which gives it some real emotional heft. The success of this film is heavily reliant on a major twist that occurs part-way through, so the best advice I can give you is to stay as far away from spoilers for this one as possible - go in blind, and you will be amply rewarded for your faith.

4. The Farewell, dir. Lulu Wang

I saw this following a wave of festival hype, so while I was excited I was also a bit apprehensive (since I have been burned by the aforementioned festival hype before). Thankfully, my doubts were blown away as this turned out to be just as wonderful as the early reviews had suggested. It’s a personal story about a young Asian-American woman (Awkwafina) struggling to reconcile her heritage with her current situation and values - specifically, she is tested when her grandmother is diagnosed with terminal cancer and the wider family make the decision to hide the truth from her. The Farewell does a fantastic job of generating empathy for all the different perspectives and positions in play, but it’s truly anchored by Awkwafina’s amazingly nuanced and tender performance - basically, anyone who’s ever loved a grandparent should leave this feeling incredibly moved and inspired. The themes of The Farewell are both specific to the Asian-American experience and general to anyone who has struggled with maintaining bonds over a vast distance, whether physical or cultural.

5. Booksmart, dir. Olivia Wilde

God, how I wish I’d had this movie as a teenager! While Booksmart has a cliched premise - two high-achieving teens decide to have one wild night before graduation - it tells the story in an incredibly charming and impressively creative way (I won’t spoil it, but let me just say this - that scene with the Barbies!). As someone who was an awkward nerd with no discernible social life in high school (as you Americans call it), I found this portrayal of that peculiar limbo period very sensitive and thoughtful - it doesn’t mock or shame its heroines for being studious, and it allows them to have limits and step back from situations that make them uncomfortable. It also serves as a beautifully honest portrait of a friendship, depicting the qualities that bring people together in friendship together in the first place, as well as the forces that can break people apart. This is a very accomplished debut from Wilde, and it makes me very excited to see where she goes next as a director.

6. A Private War, dir. Matthew Heineman

This was a very suspenseful and tightly focused film about an extraordinary woman, and the film soars on the strength of Rosamund Pike’s incredible performance as Marie Colvin. She provides piercing insights into the psyche of a person so driven to pursue truth and enact change that she loses all concern for her own wellbeing - it’s simultaneously a portrait of heroism and obsession, and it’s impressive for how it handles the ambiguity inherent in Colvin’s choices. She’s exceptionally brave, but the film is unflinching in depicting the costs of her bravery. It left me feeling inspired to learn more about Colvin’s life and work, and I still need to watch the documentary Under the Wire to get more insight into the real story behind the film.

7. Fighting With My Family, dir. Stephen Merchant

This is the year of Florence Pugh - she killed it in Midsommar, and she is just as fantastic here. If anything, Fighting With My Family and Midsommar make great complements as they serve as fantastic showcases for Pugh’s range as an actor. While her character in Midsommar is fragile and vulnerable, Fighting With My Family is a platform for her strength and comedic skill. As Paige, Pugh is instantly likable and compelling - I don’t give a damn about any form of wrestling, but this film (and Pugh specifically) did a fantastic job of drawing me in and making me root for Paige’s struggle to prove herself as a legitimate force in wrestling. This is a real underdog story, and Pugh did a wonderful job as the Cinderella of the WWE.

8. Apollo 11, dir. Todd Douglas Miller

My dad has always been crazy about the space program, but I hadn’t picked up the bug myself. That changed after I watched this extraordinary documentary, which brought the Apollo 11 mission to vivid life. The footage that’s used for this documentary is extraordinarily crisp, and some moments are vividly powerful - the crew getting into their spacesuits, the swirl of fire surrounding the moment of takeoff, and the journey of the spacecraft towards the moon. It left me feeling moved and touched by human potential, especially when you remember that this all happened 50 years ago when the available technologies were so fragile and primitive. I also loved how the footage was allowed to speak for itself, with no voiceover or exposition - it’s a must-see for anyone who’s ever looked up at the stars and wondered about reaching them.

9. High Life, dir. Claire Denis

This movie is second to only Midsommar in terms of how weird it is. I saw this in a Hungarian cinema while on holiday, which made for a disorientating experience in itself. While the meaning of the film is quite elusive and I’m sure that many people will find viewing it a uniquely frustrating experience, I appreciated how it created a hothouse environment that brought out some of the ugliest aspects of humanity. Robert Pattinson was great as what comes closest to amounting to our protagonist, though he is as inscrutable and inaccessible as the film itself. I can’t quite pin down why I liked this one so much, but I know I did and it made me want to seek out more of Claire Denis’ work.

10. Free Solo, dir. Jimmy Chin & Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi

It’s tragic that most people will only watch this documentary on a TV screen (or, so much worse, a laptop!). I was fortunate enough to see it in its full IMAX glory, and it’s rare to see any film - let alone a documentary - take such full advantage of the format. The woozy spectacle of this film is the real star, though the subject - mountain climber Alex Honnold - is also fascinating with his unnerving detachment from the magnitude of what he is setting out on. It is clearly a necessary detachment for him to be able to achieve what he achieves, but I appreciated how the filmmakers questioned it and explored its impact on his girlfriend. This is a compelling documentary, and is worth watching even if you’re not usually a fan of the genre.

#films #cinema #films 2019 #midsommar #florence pugh #the favourite #one cut of the dead #free solo #high life #apollo 11 #fighting with my family #a private war #the farewell #booksmart

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wheezingbrenda · 3 years ago

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Macarons

By A.C

A phone buzzed on the oak wood table, interrupting light chatter. “One second,” I motioned, picking it up. It was my father. “Yes, I made it, and he’s here. Don’t worry about me, dad. I love you, bye.” I pocketed the phone. “Okay, continue.” I said, smiling.

“So, picture this- we ditch class tomorrow and go hang out at the movies the whole day,” the guy across me grinned, motioning his hand through the air as he shared his idea. His curly copper locks bounced as he moved his head with the movement of his wrist. I laughed and shook my head. “I have a test tomorrow, Ollie!” I exclaimed, stuffing a cotton candy macaron in my mouth. The sweetness filled my mouth, and I chewed the soft cookie quietly. His eyebrow furrowed in thought, his emerald eyes focused on my plate of desserts. The orange glow of the setting sun through the large window next to us accented his eyes well. I studied his long eyelashes in wonder. How did he have better eyelashes than me? It was incredible. I then followed his gaze down at my plate. I had ordered way too many macarons, all different flavors and colors. It was Macaron Monday; a dollar per macaron, and I couldn’t pass that up. Every Monday after Oliver’s football games, he and I would have dinner at our favorite french bakery. It wasn’t a fancy place, so he could come in his uniform and I could come in a plain sweatshirt. The bakery was in between a sports bar and a bookstore in the center of our small town. Down the street was a park and across was a row of different small businesses that some friends worked at. Our school was close by as well, so it was easy to walk to after football games. The street was fairly busy at night, but everyone hung out at the bar.

“Okay okay, what about lunch at the movies?” He asked, eyes lighting up with ideas. I loved his ideas and he knew that, so he was always coming up with something.

“What movie do you want to see so bad?” I asked, leaning back in the steel chair. There were only three other people in the store, and they were all studying. The owner of the store was in the back.

“There's a new Marvel movie premiering tomorrow, haven’t you heard?” Oliver loved everything Marvel. Despite being a football jockey, he was a huge nerd at heart. I nodded.

“Oh, tomorrow?” I traced my finger absentmindedly around the plastic plate, lavender flowers decorating the rim. He nodded. I bit my cheek in thought. “I have a free period after lunch...” “Great!” He cut me off. “We can go tomorrow and get some chicken sandwiches, and be back by your next class.” I laughed.

“You’re always so focused on tomorrow. Let’s enjoy the now, and we can make plans later.” He grabbed one of the macarons off my plate. “Yes ma’am.” I admired the boy sitting in front of me. We had only been together a few months, but it had been the best few months of my life. He noticed me staring.

“What?” He said as he nibbled on the macaron. He reminded me of a hamster when he did that. With more muscle and sweat.

“Nothing. I just love this.” I said, and he gave a crooked smile. He broke off a piece of the macaron. “Catch it,” He said, pinching it carefully between his fingers. I opened my mouth and he tossed the piece up in the air. It landed on my tongue and I got a taste of blueberry. Loud

yelling interrupted our bliss moment. “What’s that?” Oliver asked, standing up. I stood up too, spinning around. The noises were coming through the wall behind me. “It’s coming from the bar,” I said, turning back around and pointing to the wall. Oliver nodded in understanding. Suddenly, a loud bang came from behind the wall. “Get away from the wall!” Oliver exclaimed, and I started to move around my chair. More bangs rang out, and the other customers were running out of the store. The owner came out to see what was happening. I was right next to Oliver when I felt a bone shattering impact against my back. I collapsed face-first on the ground, immense pain seeping down my back. I cried out for Oliver, and he was kneeling next to me. He touched my back and I winced. He withdrew his hand, covered in a red liquid. His eyes widened. I closed my eyes to try and erase the image of his hand covered in my blood. I tried to get up, but couldn’t. I could hardly focus on what was happening around me. Ollie was trying to comfort me, but I wasn’t listening. My mind went into panic mode. I had been shot, I had been shot...

The next thing I knew, I was being carried on a stretcher. I heard blurs of words. “Passed out...breathing...lots of blood...” I removed my focus from the words of medical officials and tried to find Oliver’s voice. I picked up his soothing voice somewhat close to me. “Will she be okay?” He asked, the worry heavy in his voice. I think he was right next to me, but I was too disoriented. I opened my eyes and saw red and blue lights flashing everywhere. The sun had fully set by now, and stars filled the sky. Or it was my eyes playing tricks on me. Either way, I decided to close my eyes. The lights made me dizzy. I held out my hand in hopes for someone to take it. I felt myself being loaded in a van, and once inside Oliver’s strong grip pressed against my hands. I leaned my head over to look at him, eyes fluttering open again. He was pale like paper, and his leg was shaking up and down. I smiled at him, and he brushed a hand through my hair. “It’s going to be okay, you’re okay...” He was reassuring. The ambulance hit a bump in the road and I blacked out again.

I woke up again in the emergency room. I heard the heart monitor beeping, and my back didn’t hurt as bad. I think the nurse gave me pain medicine... a lot of it, considering the massive change in my pain level. A nurse came in to check on me, then Oliver came running into the room. “Hey, Ollie,” I said weakly. I hated hearing my voice like this. “Hey, love.” He sat down next to my legs. “What happened?” I asked.

“The bar next door had a bad fight. Some guy pulled out a gun, and other people somehow had some too. There was a shootout, and one of the bullets went through that wall.” His voice was shaky. His athletic build made him seem strong, but his face showed his pain. Whenever I was hurting, he was, too. “Am I going to make it?” I asked slowly. He looked at the ground. “I don’t know.” He murmured. My heart sunk. I couldn’t leave him. His world would end. I had to stay strong. “I shouldn’t have asked. I will. That marvel movie is waiting for us.” I smiled. His mouth tipped up in a half smile, but his mossy eyes showed his hurt. “Hey. Don’t leave me.” I snapped my fingers, trying to get his attention. He bit his bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I can’t lose...”

“Stop.” I ordered. He met my harsh gaze. “Talk to me. Let’s forget this.” I had told him earlier to not focus so much on the future, and now it was the only thing we could do.

“Okay...” He started. “What kind of test was it that you had tomorrow?”

“Biology,” I complained. “Stuff about cells,” I stared at him, waiting for him to say it. He caught my gaze and gave a real smile. “I know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, and that’s about it.” He always said that when he tried to act smart. “It’s about much more than that, I don’t think you’d pass,”

“Oh, what a shame...” He mocked. A nurse interrupted our light conversation.

“The doctor needs to do a scan, Ms, to see where the bullet hit.” I looked down and Ollie got up. “I’ll be waiting here for you. Don’t take too long,” He tried to joke to lighten the mood. I scrunched my nose at him. “It’ll only take two years.” I responded, leaning back as the nurse unhooked the bed into a flat position. I was rolled out on the bed and passed by him, and he made a face at me. Laughing lightly, I stuck my tongue out. I was taken into a room for a CAT scan. The machine spun around me, and within ten minutes I was taken back. Ollie was on the phone. “... yes ma’am. See you then. Bye.” He pocketed the cell as I came in. I raised an eyebrow. “It was your mom. She’ll be here soon.” I nodded and suddenly, I felt a fuzziness in my brain. My eyesight started to blur, and I shook my head to try and clear it. My attempts were unsuccessful. “What’s wrong?” Ollie rushed over. I felt woozy. “I can’t see...” He grasped my hand. “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay. We have a date tomorrow, remember? I can’t watch a movie alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere...” I whispered. A twinge of thought struck me. The bullet probably a nerve, and was shutting down my brain. “Hey, I love you.” I said. Ollie gripped my hand harder. “I love you too. Stay with me.” I fought to keep my brain active. To try and tell it to keep my heart moving. “I will. I’ll always be with you.” I said, and closed my eyes. I felt Oliver’s lips against my forehead, and his nose resting against it. My hearing was starting to fade. “I’ll see you later...” I murmured, knowing the inevitable. Ollie’s tears rushed down my head, and that was the last thing I felt before everything went numb. I couldn’t feel his hand anymore. I heard him yelling from far away as I faded away. I’ll still be with him, if not in person...

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thetravelerwrites · 4 years ago

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Monster Match #21: Astomi

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For @moonlightreetops: Appearance: Mortal Woman, Pfp is me(straight brown hair, almond hazel eyes), short, scared, with sevral tattoos. Personality: INFJ, Cancer, loud, protective, generous, and I have a snort laugh; definitely a hugger. Therapist friend and proud. I believe I was born cursed to always be polite and kind to everyone. I'm not naive to the trouble I can get into this way but I still cant help myself. Oh! And I cry with every movie and sad commercial. It's annoying.

Hobbies: Hosting D&D, Collecting macabre things, Responsible Social Distancing. Likes: Roadtrips, Pretending I'm more fond of the outdoors than I actually am, Forest Paintings, My Nerd Family, Opposoms. Dislikes: Heights, Bugs, Cooking, Cockroaches (listed separately from bugs because I will panic cry)

Ideal Partner: Someone whose more grounded than I am but at the same time is understanding of my struggles and won't berate me for them. And preferably a monster who wont leer in my windows. (Still have fears of that from my childhood monsters) NSFW & SFW welcomed. My orientation is Pan. So you are free to throw whatever you like at me.

You’ve been matched with an Astomi!

Originating in Greek and Roman mythology, Astomies, also known as the Gangines, are an ancient legendary race of people who had no need to eat or drink anything at all. They survived by smelling apples and flowers. Megasthenes, a historian and Asian Indian ethnographer, located them at the mouth of the river Ganges. They are described as being hairy and having no mouth. When traveling, they would carry roots, flowers and apples to smell. They could die by smelling a strong, unpleasant smell.

There was a forest reserve near your home that you frequented to draw and paint. There was a section of it that was strangely green all year round, and you weren’t sure why. None of the trees were evergreens, so the hidden grove should have lost leaves and turned grey like all the greenery around it in the winter, but it never did. You never went into it, and you never saw anyone near it. It was just an oddity no one knew anything about. Lots of people said it was haunted.

The more logical minded people claimed there was a hot spring somewhere in the grove that kept the trees green, but that it was toxic to people, which is why no one ever went there. Though, that didn’t make sense to you. If it was toxic, why were there flowers and birds? The wildlife seemed unaffected by whatever odd supposed toxin existed in the grove.

It had struck your interest more than once, but you never went in. You loved ghost stories, but you weren’t necessarily keen on being in one. And the threat of a toxin was enough to keep you from venturing in.

Though, one day, as you were wandering close, you heard a mournful whimpering, as if someone were in pain. Your worry about ghosts and toxins flew out of your mind as you ran into the grove, looking for whatever was making the sound.

“Hello?” You called. “Is someone there? Are you okay?”

“Please!” They called. “Can you help me?”

“Yes,” You said, pushing past the thick foliage. “Just hold on, I’m coming. Keep talking to me so I can find you! What’s your name? How old are you?”

“Geras!” They said, coughing. “I’m ninety-eight seasons!”

“Seasons?” What was ninety-eight divided by four? “So you’re twenty-four?”

“I suppose,” They said. “But we don’t measure time that way.”

“We?”

“The people of the grove,” They said. “My family and I.”

“Wait,” You said, untangling yourself from a tree. “People live in here? I thought there was a toxin in the air that killed people.”

“What?” They actually laughed, which turned into a hacking cough. “No, of course not.”

“What about the ghosts, then? Are they real?” You asked with a laugh, but you were met with silence. “Geras? Geras! Keep talking.”

“Hurry, please,” Geras said, their voice hoarse. “Please.”

“Almost there,” You said. You finally managed to fight your way through heavy branches and dense underbrush and into what looked like an apple orchard. There were all sorts of apple trees there, and in between a copse of heritage apples was a person laid between the rows, unmoving.

“Geras?” You called. You couldn’t see much of them beyond the long brown hair all over. You could only tell that they were tall and gangly.

Next to them was a bag that stank to high heaven. At first you thought it could be poisons, but you looked inside and found a litany of gross hunting sprays: skunk essence, liquid ass, insect repellents, deer musk, and the like. The odor was so strong that it made you gag.

“Is this the problem?” You asked, breathing through your shirt. They nodded weakly. You weren’t surprised. It made you feel woozy, too. “I’ll get rid of it and come back to check on you, okay?”

“Yes, please,” They gasped.

You fought your way back out of the grove into the dead winter forest, back to the hiking trail to find a trash receptacle. It took nearly thirty minutes to find one, and another twenty to return to the grove. By the time you got back, Geras was not there. Worried, you followed the row up to a house.

The house was… old. Very old. So old that you couldn’t even determine what style or era it was from. It was tall and square, made of rough brick and thatched roof. There seemed to be no windows, but the entire front wall was open and had a rolled up flap that closed that side from the elements.

From the open side, you could see people moving around, hurried, almost frenzied, and you called out to them.

“Hey!” You said. “I’m looking for Geras! He… or she.. or they passed out from some garbage that got thrown in here. Are they okay?”

They all stopped and turned to stare at you from the shadow, and it was then you realized that there was no lights or electricity. There wasn’t even a power pole or lines anywhere nearby.

“Are you the one who helped Geras?” One of them asked. They had a feminine sounding voice.

“Yes,” You said. “Are they okay?”

“She’s not well,” The speaker said. “I am her mother, Foteini.” The woman came down and out of the shadows, and you took a step backward.

She was covered from head to toe in fur, except for her face, which was hairless, but possessed no mouth. Her eyes and nose were very large, however, and her silvering hair was long behind her.

“What are you?” You asked, your voice a little shaky.

“The people of the grove,” She said, her voice not coming from any sort of mouth, but rather from all around her. It wasn’t like telepathy; you could actually hear a voice in your ears, but it seemed to emanate from all over her. “Do not be frightened. We are gentle people.”

There were three other people there in that stepped out of the darkened interior, a black haired creature like Foteini and two much smaller ones the same color as the mother, likely children. They clung to the legs of the taller, black furred creature, seemingly frightened of you.

“Will Geras be okay?” You asked haltingly.

“I don’t know,” The mother said. “She inhaled much of the fumes from those poisons.”

“Is there something I can do to help?” You asked.

“You’ve already done her a great service,” Foteini said. “We would not have been able to help her, if we had found her, and if she had laid there longer, she’d likely have died.”

“Why?” You asked. “That stuff stank, sure, but it wasn’t technically poisonous. Not inhaling it, anyway.”

“We live on the aromas of nature,” Foteini explained. “Flowers, trees, fruit. Those sustain us. Pungent, unpleasant smells, like that poison you disposed of, are toxic and potentially fatal to us.”

“Oh,” You said, daunted. “Is there something that could help speed her recovery?”

Foteini thought. “Roses. They are among the most fragrant things that exist in nature, but we haven’t been able to grow them here in many years. Could you find some?”

“Yeah. Yeah! I… I’ll be back!” You said, and dashed back out of the grove before they could stop you.

You got out of the forest, dropped off your painting stuff at home, and went to a plant nursery.

“Do you have any rose plants?” You asked the clerk.

“Well, yes,” The clerk said. “But it’s too late in the year to plant them. If you want to grow from seeds, though, you can plant those now. I can sell you some seeds and give you a guide.”

That’s too long, you thought to yourself. Geras needed the roses now. “You know, I’ll take it, but I’m in a hurry.”

“Uh… alright.”

The clerk packed up the seeds of several types of roses and a guide for each, and as soon as you had them, you sprinted to a flower shop. You purchased a large bouquet of the finest, freshest, most aromatic red roses, and while it took a chunk out of your bank account, you didn’t want to run the risk of buying some that were less than perfect in fear that they wouldn’t work.

It was nearing sundown when you returned to the grove, and Foteini seemed surprised to see you.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d return,” She said. “Humans tend to stay away from this place.”

“I brought the roses,” You said, gasping for breath. “And some seeds to plant.”

“This is… most generous of you,” Foteini said. “Please, come inside. Night is approaching and you don’t want to be in the forest after dark. There are far less benign creatures out there than us.”

You shivered and followed her inside.

Geras was lying on a pallet in a far room, her breathing labored and raspy. Foteini began to lay out the flowers around Geras’s head, arranging the flowers around Geras’s head in a circle.

“Breathe deep,” Foteini said soothingly, rubbing Geras’s chest like a mother would for a sick child.

Geras made an effort to take a deep breath, but it sounded pained. However, after two or three tries, her breathing eased and eventually, after about an hour of tense waiting, she was able to breath without struggle. Foteini relaxed, and so did you.

“You should sleep here tonight,” Foteini said. “And eat as many apples as you want. We owe you a great debt.”

“I’m just glad I could help,” You said.

You fell asleep almost immediately after eating, having been exhausted by all the running. When you awoke, there was a new bushel of apples sitting next to you, and next to that was Geras, watching you sleep.

“Oh,” You said, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m much better now,” She said, smiling with her large green eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

“Of course,” You said with a self-conscious laugh. “You gave me a scare.”

“I’m sorry,” She said. “I know humans aren’t used to us.”

“No, I mean almost dying like that,” You corrected her. “I mean, I was a little startled, I’ll admit, but you guys seem nice.”

“You’re nice, too,” She said, continuing to smile.

“Thanks,” You said, starting to blush under the weight of her stare. “I, uh… I should get back, I have to go to work later today.”

“Of course,” Geras said, standing in a fluid movement and holding out a hand to help you to your feet. “Though… I hope… you’ll come back to visit?” She held out one of the roses for you to take.

You smiled at her, your hands still clasped. “I would like that very much.”

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gatorademachinegun · 4 years ago

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part three of my momomina punk nerd au! now officially titled Full Throttle!

part one part two

Momo leaves the room slowly, dragging her feet in the metaphorical sense, it’s improper to drag your feet literally when you're wearing heels. Ugh. Exhaustion weighs heavy enough on Momo that her mothers teachings are filling her head, instead of her own thoughts.

Fumi is gone when Momo looks up, replaced by an older brother of Shouto’s that Momo had never been close to. He nods at her as she passes, and she offers a weak smile in return.

She’s surprised when she looks over and sees Ashido Mina, sitting on the floor next to Shouto’s room, a sleeping man using her legs as a pillow. The same man that had staggered out of Shouto’s room nearly as soon as Momo herself had arrived.

Mina smiles when she sees Momo, waving over the man’s head, “Hey!”

Even though she’s whispering, her voice sounds like a gunshot in the quiet of the hospital.

Momo smiles, “I didn't realize-” she gestures at the man, grateful that she's too tired to blush at the sight of them so comfortable with each other.

“Mm? Blasty? He’s just a friend, don't worry.”

“Ah,” Momo sits in the chair across the hall from them, careful to avoid the water spill, “when did you two meet? If I may ask?”

“Back in highschool, he was such an asshole back then. Especially in freshman year, but me and a bunch of our other friends took one look at him and went ‘yep, that’s the one we want’” Mina’s laugh is low and rich, full of memories. “I think he never really had friends you know? Especially not ones that argued with him, and drug him to movie nights. He was a lifesaver during exams. My ADHA would get so bad back then, but he was patient during our study sessions. Oh man you should have seen when Kaminari-”

Momo smiles, letting the cheerful tamber of Mina’s voice wash over her, a balance point to her own heart ache.

Shouto will lose his vision in his left eye, at least partly, and the burns will leave him scarred forever. He’s alive though, he’ll pull through.

Tears blur the cute girl in front of her till she’s just a smear of pink and brown against the white of hospital walls. Shouto made her promise to visit his mother, to tell her that he didn’t blame her. Mrs. Todoroki was taken to an institution as soon as the paramedics discerned what had happened. Oh god she’d have to be the one to tell her- tell her she’s scarred her youngest son-

“Hey,” Mina’s voice cuts through the suffocating swirl of thoughts, the weight of her hand a soothing point of pressure against Momo’s knee, “hey it’s alright. He’s strong, he’s gonna pull through.”

Momo scrubs the tears away with one hand, her quiet laugh choked with despair. “You don’t know him.”

“Oi! I’ve got his boyfriend takin’ a nap in my lap right now,” Momo smiles at the unintentional rhyme, “-I’ve got the gist of what’s going on, and he’s going to be okay. Shouto Todoroki is tough, he’s mostly gonna be annoyed that his depth perception is off when he wakes up.” Mina peers up into her face, smiling gently, “he’s okay.”

“Yeah well I’m not.”

Jerking back Momo nearly topples out of her chair. Bakugo sits up between them, rubbing sleep (or are those tear tracks?) from his eyes with one hand, glaring at her. “I’ve got a crick in my neck and everything fucking aches now, couldn’t even get a 10 second nap in with you two being all mushy mushy over my head.” He crosses his arms over his chest, slumping against the wall with a harumph.

“Aww come now Blasty~” Mina leans over into his lap, a near perfect role reversal of before, “last I heard you were all mushy over-“ the last of her sentence is cut off with Bakugou’s hand over her face, “Die,” He says flatly, then recoils flapping his hand around, “Did you just fucking lick me?!”

Sticking her tongue out at him. Mina laughs, “mushy~” she sing songs, heavy boots already scrabbling against the tiles, “Bakugo Katsuki is the mushest- wait wait wait!” Mina shrieks when Bakugo’s hand find her waist, ticking relentlessly. Momo moves further back watching with fascination as Mina forces her knee up between them, shoving Bakugo away. She rolls to her knees diving in the middle of him crowing about turna back being fair play.

Momo watches their tickle fight turn into tussle, the two of them rolling around in a flurry of elbows and knees, pink and blond and black, a blur of movement

“AHEM!”

Tucking her hands neatly in her lap Momo ducks her head, avoiding the stern looking nurse tapping her foot impatiently. Bakugo and Mina break apart, breathless and disheveled. Bakugo’s face falls into a scowl when he sees the nurse, Mina’s breaks into a blinding smile.

She has a beautiful smile, like watching a sunrise. Hot tears slide down Momo’s cheeks, will Shouto be able to smile like that with the scarring? Will he ever want to smile again? What if-

“We’ll be out of your hair in the just a second!” Mina’s suddenly at her side, a steady solid point of contact against Momo’s spiraling thoughts, “we were just-“

“M. Yaoyorozu?”

Momo blinks up at the nurse, politely dabbing at her face with her fingertips, “Yes?” She doesn’t recognize the woman.

“You're with these two.. hooligans?”

“Yes ma’am. They escorted me here and-“

“Well I expected better from the Yaoyorozu household,” the nurse snaps, bowling over Momo, “it’s disgraceful what these two are doing! Wrestling in a hospital for god’s sake! We have patients recovering in this wing and they do not need to be woken by all this rowdy behavior-“

The woman goes on but Momo can’t hear her anymore, her words echoing her mother’s constant lessons and warnings. “Disgraceful. Expected better. Rowdy behavior. ‘A lady is never unseemly and she doesn’t acocatie with those who are’

“Shut up.” Bakugou’s cold voice cuts through the woman’s scolding, through the echoes in Momo’s head. He pulls his shoulders back, standing tall and Momo is struck with the realization that he’s only a little bit shorter then her, even the same maybe, if they’re both not wearing taller shoes.

“The three of us are well within our rights to do whatever the fuck we want in this hospital. No one’s hurt and Ponytail was just a bystander. You can piss off and leave her out of it.”

Fingers dapple across Momo’s shoulders. Mina leans against her, hip cocked, the keys to her motorcycle jangling in her hand. Her fingertips press hard into the back of Momo’s shoulder, a warning or a message? Momo’s head is too muddled to make sense of it.

“We’re leaving,” Mina says coolly, rattling her keys again. She presses Momo into standing, tucking her a little bit behind she and Bakugo. “Have a nice night ma’am.”

Bakugo steps back too, taking her lead with only a quick tap against his arm to move him. He tosses an arm around her shoulders, raising one eyebrow in challenge when Momo doesn’t move to copy.

Instead she bows to the nurse, “my apologies ma’am” she says, hating how rough her voice is, “they were cheering me up as I have received poor news about the condition of a loved one.” She stands straight, “we won’t make a ruckus again.”

Feeling brave, and a little woozy, Momo slides her arm through Mina’s, feeling the back of Bakugou’s fingers brush her neck as they leave. They take up nearly the entire hall, walking in a row as they are, but the smell of leather and success carries Momo forward, her heels clicking against the tiles.

She came here on the back of a pretty girls dangerous motorbike because her best friend needed to see her to be okay again. She had held his hand as he tried to look at her past the bandages and tears. She had made a promise to him to forgive his mother. She’d watched his boyfriend take a nap in someone else's lap.

Nothing about this evening felt real. Not the warm weight of an arm linked through hers or the brush of fingers against her neck. She doesn’t feel like Momo Yaoyorozu. She feels...free

#bnha #momomina bnha #momomina #punk nerd au #full throttle au #ambers adventures #painted words #i have a lot of emotions about these four okay? let me live

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kyufiber-moved · 5 years ago

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I feel like u have a lot of amazing ideas. Can u list them all our do u wanna keep them secret? Like a big masterlist of all the types of aus u wanna write someday. I know i have like 3 pages of ideas. I've actually written down plots to a lot of them, but i don't get much father than that 😬 -🐖

wkjefkwej i do have lots of ideas ((idk about AMAZING damn ily) but most of them are just swirling around my head tbh,,, i have an 18 page google doc with old ideas but then i didnt keep writing ideas down there so ,,, it would be like 30 pages long if i had kept at it ksjdfkjefj

i do want to ((for the most part)) keep my ideas secret so that 1. ppl wont use them before i can SKFKJE and 2. so that if i do post / write / etc them, ppl won’t have alr seen them before !!! but i can post vague-ish ?? summaries of them !!!! also this turned out to be way longer than i thought so . apologies

modern cinderella sns au

hanahaki au

ao haru ride au

modernized jane eyre au

love alarm au

stoic tsundere chef!kyungsoo (see here)

au based off of shinee’s view music video (which i alr kinda did with runaways but . still ive had this idea for years)

tatbilb au

teacher x student au

fashion blogger!y/n

bad bitch!y/n and nerd!main lead

false memories au ((a lot more complicated but hard to explain simply so,,, ill leave it at that))

au based off of the dawnguard quest in skyrim ((but just the ‘100′s of years old vampire locked in a crypt gets found by random human’ part))

au based off groupie love by lana del rey

something with the title “1-800-CUPID” ((if someone takes this i will literally cry just . dont do it . im gonna use it at some point))

something with the title “101 ways to get the girl” AGAIN DONT TAKE IT

guy takes nerdy girls and turns them into bad bitches formula au

ur new teacher / teaching assistant / boss / etc is the one night stand you had the previous night OOPS

secretly dating au

boarding school au

harry potter au

au based off airplane by ikon

fuckboy!heejun

au based off she’s a baby by zico

halloween party costume... turns out to not be a costume :> im mostly a romance writer but this could go a horror route idk

this svt series i was gonna do where each of them had a love story... i can list them if you want but i think i deleted the drafts bc im ocd and have a need to clean out my drafts smh... ok they are as follows ((ill prob end up writing some of these and maybe/probably changing the idol but who knows)) :

(minghao) ur bff tags you and the boy u like in an ig pic and the pic says “tag ur best friend and their crush to ruin their life”

(jun) FAKE fake dating au ((aka guy gets girl to fake date him so his parents will back off of asking him if he has a gf except he actually likes her and its a plan to get her to fall in love w him LOL))

(jeonghan) ice cream shop summer job au feat. flirty main lead

(chan) girl and guy have a prank war that’s been ongoing for two years ever since he accidentally did smth to her and they’re rivals but then he witnesses a moment right after her bf breaks up with her and is like ok we r bffs now and yeah . its cute in theory

(wonwoo) girl is at a party and kisses someone but bc she was intoxicated she doesn’t remember who it was and the plot is her narrowing down who kissed her etc

(mingyu) best friends to lovers bc of a game of spin the bottle HAH ik its cliche but idc

(seungkwan) girl is a prim and proper student but parties over the summer and makes a whOLE fool out of herself in front of guy at one such party but she’s like eh im embarrassed but ill never see him again so its ok except . he turns out to be a transfer to her school

(woozi) guy and girl are main leads and romantic partners etc in play / movie / whatever and while they film / practice an actual behind the scenes romance develops

(dk) guy who is energetic and spastic meets rlly stoic and cold girl bc they’re lab partners and he melts her cold ass exterior

(hoshi) girl is the only daughter of a super rich family and boy is the son of the family’s maid / etc and they run into each other and end up falling for each other despite the class difference, which causes conflict later on when they want to be together yeehaw

(joshua) girl and guy are close friends n one time their friend who is an aspiring youtuber is filming and he’s like listen i want views yall should kiss . and the girl is like no ??? what . and the guy is like surprise ! and kisses her and it changes their relationship oop

(hansol) brother’s best friend!au . simple as that tbh skejfke

and lastly (scoups) famous idol!guy and company intern!girl who definitely shouldnt like each other but . totally do

ok anyways continuing on bc my ideas never fucking stop . oblivious! popular boy taehyung and lovesick!y/n desperately trying to get it into his rock dumb brain that she likes him

i also had this idea for kim doyoung and kim gongmyung like . about the girl liking one of them and then him breaking her heart and its like a year later and she ends up with his little brother . yanno . ok

arranged relationship au BUT with a twist bc the girl also has a bf at school (basically,, something similar to my little bride??? but not the same,, just similar)

cute new boy vs bff boy who has a secret crush on oc

au based off boys by charli xcx

au based off in your pocket by maroon 5

sugar daddy!au

then ofc i have ones ive actually started which are:

au based off mistakes like this by prelow

au based off leave your lover by echos

au based off the mv for view by shinee yanno yanno i mentioned that

royalty!dawon and bodyguard!y/n whose real identity turns out to b something nobody knew about oops

wow i didnt know i had so many ideas when will i chill

#asks #🐖 anon #story ideas #anonymous

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lozenger8 · 6 years ago

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in awe of somethin' so flawed and free

Written for @scottappreciation week, Days 5, 6 and 7 (Heartbeats Rising, The True Alpha, Road Ahead). Scott/Stiles, G except for all the swearing. Title from Hozier because I am nothing if not predictable.

There’s an old adage in storytelling of ‘show, don’t tell’ which people frequently try to apply to real life, but Scott doesn’t know how to explain how deeply he’s fallen in love with Stiles without saying the words, because nothing being shown is new. He’s always wanted to be this close to Stiles, always put his life on the line, always imagined a future of them together. Scott has pulled himself apart for Stiles and sewn himself back together, and when he did that, he loved him, but not in the same way. Before, the love felt deep inside him, a tiny ball of warmth beneath his rib cage. That sensation is still there, but now it stretches all through him, radiating out beams of light that skitter over his skin.

Stiles has been back in Beacon Hills for four months and five days. Scott’s not truly back, yet, still commuting to graduate veterinary medicine classes at Davis. And every time they’re in the same room, Scott thinks this is the time he’s going to tell Stiles, this is when the truth will finally slip out. But somehow, some way, he always manages to contain himself.

The thing is, Scott loves the person he can be when Stiles is around, loves who Stiles brings out with a well-timed in-joke, fond smile, raised eyebrow, squeeze on the shoulder, handshake, hug. Only his mom knows him the same way Stiles does, and sometimes that’s a curse as well as a blessing, but there’s such relief in being known. However, he loves Stiles for Stiles too, for being funny and loyal and the parallelogram to his square. Scott’s in awe of how he’s grown, how they both have. Scott thinks, together, they’ve become something to be admired rather than feared, a force of calm and confidence.

Plus, Stiles is objectively hot, there’s no denying it. When Stiles sits close to him, Scott’s pulse races and his tongue goes dry, and he can’t stop visualizing how they’d look together, because damn.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asks him on one such occasion, because he does that now, he checks in. Sometimes it’s a little on the condescending side, but Scott still likes it, because for Stiles to be making the effort, he must really care about the answer.

Scott pauses for a moment, because how could he tell Stiles he’s fine, he’s good, he’d just be better pressed all up against Stiles, limb against limb, lips against lips?

Like that, probably, using those precise words, but they’re lodged in the back of his throat.

Better to show him, maybe, but what if Stiles doesn’t reciprocate these feelings? Sometimes, Scott thinks… maybe. But then that air of suggestion dissipates and he assumes it was imagined.

“Honestly? I’m kinda exhausted. Finishing off my degree is kicking my ass,” Scott says, because he has learned to both accept and mention his limitations more frequently and it’s been very useful, especially in moments like this when Stiles frowns in commiseration and rubs a comforting hand up and down his arm.

“Skip the pack dinner and movie night, go straight to bed?” Stiles asks, and Scott knows he doesn’t mean to make it sound like it’s something they’ll be doing in tandem, in the same bed, but his nervous system doesn’t.

“No,” Scott says. “I wanna see everyone and when we’re all together I feel energized.”

“I asked Alan about that and he said it’s purely psychosomatic. There’s no mythical True Alpha pack boost magic.”

“I don’t care. And the great thing about placebos is that you can know they’re bullshit and yet they still work.”

Stiles graces him with a wide smile, which he does a lot more now; half-knowing, half-skeptical, and he moves his hand from Scott’s upper arm to his shoulder. The touch lights up every single nerve on his right side and Scott’s spine shivers.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much.”

“I will,” Scott replies with a dramatic roll of his eyes. He might even be telling the truth.

Scott wasn’t lying about wanting to be with the pack. He can and will listen to hours of Liam and Mason debating the latest movie to watch, likes watching Corey and Hayden mocking them with love-filled expressions, and will sit behind Malia alongside Kira and braid her hair. Sometimes, Lydia video calls from Oxford. Stiles talks shop with Noah in the kitchen, ostensibly preparing food and usually bringing far less than Melissa and Scott bought into the living room. Scott will attempt to pick Alan’s brains in some covert study revision in the guise of casual conversation and never get away with it. When they play the movie, Stiles will sit so close to Scott he’s practically in his lap. And it’s good.

This night, he really is so tired his bones ache, so Scott says his goodnights halfway through the second movie and goes to shower before tucking himself up in bed. This ability to cast himself loose when he needs to is one of the many benefits of still living with his mom when he stays in Beacon Hills. He’s going to get his own place, eventually, when he makes a living wage and isn’t pulled pillar to post. Luckily, his mom seems in no hurry to push him out.

An hour later there’s a knock on his door. Scott awakes, flicks on his lamp, mumbles, “Come in.”

“Oh, you really went to sleep, shit, sorry,” Stiles says, looking poleaxed.

“I did tell you I was tired,” Scott says, sitting up against his headboard and tugging his sheet so it covers him to his waist. He’s wearing boxer briefs and only boxer briefs, and even though he’s been naked around Stiles before, these days doing so feels charged.

Stiles shrugs a shoulder. “That’s my go-to excuse when I need me-time.”

“I would not being doing that in a house full of supernatural and extraordinary humans,” Scott states, emphatically.

“I did not mean it like that, oh my God,” Stiles replies, giving a shocky little laugh. He hikes a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll go.”

“No, stay. I think that power nap did me a world of good.”

Scott gestures to the side of his bed and after he closes the door, Stiles settles there on top of the sheet, shoulder nudging into Scott’s. His sleeves are rolled up and Scott reminds himself to take slow, deep breaths to calm his rapturous excitement at the possibility of skin meeting skin.

“Are you sure it’s just you being tired?” Stiles asks. “There’s been something different about you lately I can’t pinpoint.”

Scott wants to tell Stiles the truth, but he also doesn’t want to put this barrier between them. He knows they won’t break, they’ve been through too much, but they’ll definitely change, in small yet significant ways. Stiles will stop touching him so much, and that little piece of familiarity, or home, will disappear.

“It’s nothing bad,” Scott says, because it’s not. He refuses to think of his feelings as something to discredit, diminish or degrade.

“All right,” Stiles says, though every tone is grudging.

“You trust me, right?”

“Always. With my life.”

“Then please trust me on this.”

Stiles nods, picks at the hem of his shirt. In the half-light of the room he’s all angles and shadows, and Scott’s heart rate picks up to astronomical heights. The heat he always feels where Stiles is concerned burns inferno hot. There’s tension between them, taut as one of Stiles’ yarn threads.

“You want a run-down of the rest of the movie you missed?” Stiles asks, taking that tension and cutting it, short and sharp.

“Yeah, go on, spoil me.”

For the next hour, they chat, until Scott’s woozy again and Stiles is fully slumped against his arm, head cradled on his shoulder. Scott’s the most comfortable he’s been in a long time, with the weight and heat of Stiles on him, the scent of him in his nose.

“I should let you sleep again, but I don’t wanna,” Stiles says, quiet. They turned Scott’s lamp off a while back so they’re shrouded in the dark.

“Cruel. I thought you cared about my best interests?”

“I do, but I care about mine too and every part of me wants to be near to you.”

Scott tries, really hard, not to read too much into that, but it’s a pretty suggestive declaration. “Even your spleen?”

“You fuckin’ nerd. Especially my spleen. My lungs. My skin. My heart. All my organs, really. Nope. I just heard what that sounds like. No need to say it.”

In the interests of ‘show, don’t tell’, Scott reaches over and takes Stiles’ hand. He twines their fingers together, strokes his thumb in soft circles against Stiles’ delicate skin. It feels so right and he wonders why he never tried before.

In the interests of really needing and wanting to tell Stiles, he speaks too.

“I feel the same way. That’s the difference you’ve been noticing. I realized I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Scott can only see an impression of Stiles’ expression, but all fear he held evaporates as Stiles snuggles even closer to him and sighs. “Thank God. I thought I was the only one.”

They hold onto each other a little longer and then Stiles shifts position. Scott can feel him a few inches away, can just about see the whites of his eyes.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Scott asks, hopeful.

“Actually, I was waiting for you to kiss me.”

When they kiss, it’s a mutual movement. Stiles’ kisses are all-encompassing. He has a way of mouthing at Scott’s bottom lip with a sweet suck. Scott’s whole body is set alight and he embraces it, embraces Stiles.

And this, this is new, this way of expressing the love he’s always felt. Scott smiles into their kisses and thinks about all the other ways he can show Stiles how thoroughly he has his heart.

#my words #text post #scottmccallweek #sciles #foreversciles #I will write this story 500 times #and I will write it 500 more

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