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starstruck-xavier · 4 years ago

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Panicking Stranger

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words: 1647 ships: prinxiety (no romance implied / they just met), background logicality, background dukeceit characters: roman, virgil, everyone else mentioned warnings: panic attack extra: thank you to @coconut-cluster for giving me the idea! i may write a follow-up involving those tags where they keep running into each other also loll

summary: “Can you tell me your name?” He’s confused and moderately concerned when he’s met with a shake of the head. “No? You don’t know your name?” The stranger nods, puzzling him even more. “Yes… Yes, like you do or yes you don’t?” He’s met with a frustrated huff of air. “You know your name but can’t tell me?” Roman feels like he’s reached a little for that last question, but then he receives a nod. Upon tilting his head with curiosity, the stranger pulls his hands away and holds them up. Can you sign?

The city is beautiful on these days. Waves of laughter rise above the base of chatter and the chitter of the birds in the trees while various groups of people mill about the public garden. Photographers, high schoolers ditching, adorable old couples, you name it. The spring weather is perfectly pleasant, not uncomfortably hot but not particularly chilly either, and the sun is framed by the distant terraces beautifully from the angle where the artist sits cross-legged by the bushes with his sketchpad, which has the name ‘Roman’ embellished into it in elegant cursive. He brandishes a variety of pencils and has colourful little paperweights scattered about him, protecting his drawing references from the gentle breeze. Everything is serene, calm, almost perfect.

The only thing that could possibly bring Roman out of his wistful trance is the sound of heavy footsteps, accompanied by equally heavy breathing. There’s a small thud some distance away, and he looks over to see someone about ten feet away on the grass. He looks visibly upset and shaky, with smudged makeup under his eyes and faded purple hair. His arms are secured tightly around his own middle as if he’s trying to cut off circulation to the lower half of his body.

“Hey, are you okay, buddy?” Roman calls out softly with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. It’s not often that he sees someone so distraught; perhaps at the college library during exam season, but never so out in the open. The stranger turns his head sharply towards Roman and pauses, then nods with a grimace that’s so obviously forced that Roman nearly ignores the yes and moves over anyway, but he decides to only press, just once. “Are you sure?” Another forceful nod.

Roman watches for a moment longer as the stranger goes back to hunching over himself and shakily breathing, wondering if he should ask again, but decides against it. If he doesn’t want to spill his brains to a stranger, that should be respected, he tells himself as he turns back to his sketches.

About ten minutes go by, in which he’s back to being fully immersed in his art. He has a pretty good light outline of the terraces and has even added in some birds and flowers for extra embellishment. As long as he can get this done on time, he’s confident he’ll get a top grade for this project. Just thinking about it makes him excited. He takes a short break, fishing around in his backpack for a water bottle when he catches a glimpse of that mysterious stranger again, and he looks more upset than ever, tears streaming almost passively out of his eyes and his body rocking back and forth. In fact, Roman instantly notices the telltale signs of a panic attack and feels a pang of guilt in his heart. Then, he hears a soft whimpering over the breeze and he decides he can’t just ignore him.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He makes an agile movement over to the stranger and sits down in front of him. “Can you hear me?” The stranger looks up at him. He has one of his hoodie sleeves pressed over his nose and mouth and an awful, gut-wrenching sob escapes his throat, but there’s a glint of human recognition in his eyes, so Roman continues. “Take a deep breath in for me. C’mon, in…” He inhales with exaggeration and watches the stranger drag the air into his lungs like trying to breathe tarmac, just barely, the fabric of his sleeve hindering him. “Can I take your hand away from your face, sweetheart?”

There’s a moment when Roman suddenly regrets letting the nickname slip, unsure if it’d even be received well, but eventually, he’s holding a tearstained hand to his chest so that the stranger can feel his lungs expand and contract. They spend the next few minutes just breathing together, forgetting that they don’t even know each other, oblivious to everything else going on around them. The chitter of the birds and the chatter of the city dwellers go ignored because all that matters to Roman right now is calming this ball of nerves in front of him.

Once the stranger seems calm enough despite the tears and little hiccoughs, Roman reaches out to take his other hand and moves onto grounding exercises. “Can you tell me your name?” He’s confused and moderately concerned when he’s met with a shake of the head. “No? You don’t know your name?” The stranger nods, puzzling him even more. “Yes… Yes, like you do or yes you don’t?” He’s met with a frustrated huff of air. “You know your name but can’t tell me?” Roman feels like he’s reached a little for that last question, but then he receives a nod. Upon tilting his head with curiosity, the stranger pulls his hands away and holds them up.

Can you sign?

Oh. “Why, yes.” Roman speaks out loud but starts to sign with his hands while he talks out of habit. “I’m fluent in sign. Would you like to talk to me that way?”

The stranger nods and briefly swipes his hand across his teary face before signing again. My name is Virgil. I can speak but being overwhelmed makes me unable to for a while.

Roman nods understandingly. “Ah, you’re overwhelmed. Is there anything that usually helps you that I can do, Virgil?”

Just grounding techniques, I guess. Virgil makes a flicker of eye contact with Roman before looking down at the grass, but he seems to be trusting him.

“I was just trying grounding techniques by asking your name,” A playful smile tugs at the corners of Roman’s lips. “but I’ll continue. Do you know where you are?”

The public garden.

“Good. Are you in college or anything?”

Yes, I'm in English Literature. Virgil cracks a tiny smile. Sanders University.

“Hey, that’s where I go!” Roman claps his hands together excitedly, forgetting that he's supposed to be asking grounding questions yet again. “You might know my brother, Remus. He’s in English Lit too.”

The breathy laugh that leaves Virgil’s mouth is enough to fill Roman’s heart with warmth. Virgil’s smile reaches his eyes, and he looks almost ethereal suddenly, and on top of that, he then starts to speak. “Oh my god, that’s your brother?” His voice is quiet and a little hoarse, but Roman falls in love with it nonetheless.

“You know him?” Roman beams. He’s filled with a multitude of emotions, happiness being the main one as he’s successfully brought Virgil out of that awful looking panicked state and then made him smile.

“Yeah, you must be Roman, then.” Virgil says, then Roman suddenly remembers he never even told him his name.

“Ah yes, I’m Roman. I never told you, my bad.” He hums bashfully, but Virgil smiles again.

“It’s alright. Remus kinda rubbed me the wrong way when I met him, but he’s my good friend now. He’s talked about you a few times.”

Now it’s Roman’s turn to laugh. “Hopefully he’s not besmirching my reputation. However, I’m not surprised he conflicted with you. He does that with a lot of people. I'm glad you get along though.”

Virgil hums in agreement. “He told me you’re really loud and boisterous, but you’ve been rather calm with me.”

“I am quite loud usually,” Roman muses. “but I know when I need to be calm for someone else. When I saw you panicking, you were reminding me of a friend of mine, Logan. Last year he had a series of nervous breakdowns from work overload and I learned to help him through each one. The first time, I kinda panicked with him because I didn’t know what was going on and the noise made him worse, so I was quieter with him for the rest of them. I guess I saw him in you.”

“Aw,” Virgil wears a kind expression. “You’re a real good friend.”

The compliment only causes Roman’s heart to melt even more to the point where he’s not sure he’ll recover, smiling so widely his face begins to hurt. “Thank you so much, Virge. I really do try.”

“And, it’s a small world, isn’t it?” His voice starting to strengthen again, Virgil turns the questions onto Roman. “I’m sure my friend Patton has a boyfriend called Logan who had a massive mental break last year. He was telling me about it.”

Roman gasps with awe. “Oh, wow. We really should’ve been introduced sooner, huh? Anyone else we both know?”

Virgil thinks for a moment, then smirks playfully. “Remus’ boyfriend, Janus?”

“Boyfriend?! Ooh, he never told me he and Jan finally got together!” The two share a laugh, talking the hours away and forgetting about the circumstance that had them interacting in the first place. Virgil’s eyeshadow has smeared across his face after crying, but he’s unexpectedly enjoying himself today when he’d previously thought that today was going to be a bad day. Meanwhile, Roman had been enjoying today already, even if he’d only describe it as ‘almost perfect’. Almost. Then, it appeared to worsen when he saw that stranger having such a hard time, but now the stranger’s become a friend. Unknowingly, a friend of many other friends. And this means they’ll most definitely be hanging out much more often. And neither of them reject that idea.

Even after such an emotional rollercoaster, they can both still hear the usual waves of laughter rising above the base of chatter and the chitter of the birds in the trees. The weather is still pleasant, neither of them are too hot or cold, even with Virgil in that thick hoodie of his, and Roman suddenly remembers that his sketchpad and paperweights are still sat just ten feet away by the bushes, his drawing references protected by the gentle breeze. Gentle.

And it’s all gonna be okay.

#sanders sides #prinxiety #virgil x roman #roman x virgil #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #logan mention #patton mention #remus mention #janus mention #sanders sides fanfiction #xavier's fanfiction #sanders sides au #background logicality #background dukeceit

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dlamp-dictator · 5 years ago

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Quick Ramblings (Anime Edition)

Lately I’ve been watching a lot of older stuff along with some of my backlog from the last two-ish seasons. Nothing this season really clicked with me save for In/Spectre, and I’m waiting for more episodes of the dub to come out before watching it.

All in all this has been a rather quiet season in terms of anime, at least for me. I’ve been a lot more focused on updating fanfics and my original stories for the past two-ish months to really watch any anime that I couldn’t just binge. A few things in Spring has my interest, but that’s Spring...

Anyway... onto the anime Allen’s been watching these past few months.

I’m about half way through Cross Ange and I’m having a blast with it. It’s trashy, it’s riddled with fanservice, it’s premise is honestly stupid, and even the mech battles are a little lacking, but this is an show that knows it’s trashy and over the top, so I don’t have an issue with it.

For a quick summary, Cross Ange is about an Angelise Ikaruga Misurugi, a princess living in a peaceful kingdom of magic-users, at least until its revealed that she had no magical talent and was immediately shunned and exiled from the kingdom as a member of the magic-less Norma caste. Taken from her home and forced to train and work as a mech pilot to kill dragons, she grows into a cold killing machine, with only anger and revenge keeping her going. The story goes into depth about a conspiracy regarding the Dragons, Ange’s origins, and a few other things, but again, I’m at episode 13 at this point.

This is actually my second time watching this show, but stopped after episode 12 last time, mostly because something came up for me IRL and by the time I got back to Cross Ange I realized the dub was out and I was just waiting for that to wrap up. Speaking of, the Dub is pretty good, Ange sounds great, the voice actress being able to do spoiled princess and cold-hearted badass parts of her very well. And the rest of the cast sound good too with Hilda being my favorite, my favorite moments being the ‘on-the-next-episode’ segments, which are hilarious. To paraphrase one of them:

Ange: Hey, it’s been like 10 episodes since someone died, and we just became friends soooo...

Hilda: I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.

That aside, this show it just a fun romp. It’s trashy, it’s over the top, it takes itself almost too serious but not in a way that feels like they’re reaching. Like the seriousness only adds to the cheese of it all. I haven’t finished it yet, but if you want something fun and trashy to watch with your friends, this is definitely the perfect show for it.

Against my better judgement, I decided to look back at the original Fate/Stay Night anime. It’s been years since I’ve watched it and all I remember is a 3D-rendered dragon in a mid-2000s anime. And while that is bad, it shouldn’t be all there is to that anime. As of 10 episodes I can confidently say it’s... not... terrible. A lot of the complaints I remember hearing about this anime seem to be blown out of proportion, at least given the point of the anime I’m at. It’s got plenty of time to make me cringe even more than it has now, but that cringe mostly comes from me being a 26-year-old man watching anime that was probably a lot cooler to 13-year-old Allen that the 26-year-old Allen currently watching this now. For a mid-2000s shounen series, it’s okay. Not great, but okay.

This anime might get a Rambling in itself drafted up when I finish the Gacha Rambling, but for now I’ll just say I have two main issues with this anime: Shirou Emiya, and the World-building of the Fate universe. Shirou feels incompetent not due to how he behaves, but how the writers make him behave. The second issue... requires me to talk about Fate and its writers as a whole, but the short version is I wish Fate/Stay Night wasn’t originally a porn game. It’d make things a lot easier to explain and maneuver around if it wasn’t.

Also, I do prefer this English voice cast to Unlimited Blade Works. The UBW cast if fine, even great, but Sam Riegel as Shirou and Liam O’Brien as Archer is just too perfect a combination to beat.

Finally started watching Ascendance of a Bookworm, an isekai anime about a librarian being reincarnated as a frail, sickly girl. Her one goal being to write and curate books. The only issue being the world she reincarnated into has little in the way of mass-producing books, as neither the printing press or typewriting has been invented year, and paper is rather expensive. So she uses all sorts of schemes, ideas, and plots to try and get books made on some reasonable level, each time a failure, but each failure doing more good in the long term than she thinks.

This anime has a very mellow feel to it. Not something I watch for the plot, but just to see this cute anime girl finally make handmade paper and read a book. The stakes are really that high, the premise is rather simple, but... it’s comfy watch for me. I’m about 4 episodes in and I’m glad to hear we’re getting a second season of this show by the time I finish this first season. Can’t wait to watch more of it.

So Granblue Fantasy got an anime. Two seasons actually, but I only finished up the first one since that was the one that’s fully dubbed. The story revolves around Gran, a young skyfarer wanting to travel the world to see his father. Through this endeavor he gathers many allies and friends, along with a girl named Lyria who saves his life after they first meet. The story takes off from there in a sort of island-of-the-week format. There’s a few other girls like Lyria wanting to meet the other girl that might be tied to her past, or Gran and crew constantly running into the Evil Empire(tm) of this world, but it’s more episodic affair than anything else, each three-ish episodes covering a new island.

I like the anime for its action, but that’s really it. I feel like this was at a time before Gacha games got the more dark and surprisingly in-depth lore and story-writing that games like Girls Frontline and Arknights has, but that makes it more of a comfortable watch than anything. A feel-good anime, but nothing wrong with that.

Also, I can only imagine the amount of hype that happened in episode 12 where all the characters teamed up to take down Leviathan. I don’t even play Granblue Fantasy and I was getting hype when I saw Boxing Grandpa punching debris as projectiles to take out monster fish. This was a fun anime to watch, and I say that as someone who doesn’t play Granblue.

Last up, I’ve been watching BOFURI: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense. It’s a fun anime about a young girl named Maple taking a tank build to it’s logical extremely. I won’t lie, I’m watching this because it’s not an isekai and has a pretty simple plot to follow. My favorite part of the anime is when the admins and game devs try to patch the game so Maple’s Tank meta won’t break the game in half... only for her to come up with some new nuttiness that makes her even scarier.

Imagine walking around a field, minding your own business, then you see this tiny shield girl riding a flying turtle while summoning acid rain to kill a mob of monsters without even moving. This woman is unstoppable and I love it.

But yeah, that’s it for anime. Next up, I’ll hopefully have the Gacha Rambling wrapped up by Monday. In the mean time, I’ve got work to prepare for.

#cross ange #fate stay night #ascendence of a bookworm #granblue fantasy #bofuri #your dictator is speaking

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totally-incorrect-theatre-quotes · 5 years ago

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Sick Day (fanfic)

While the votes were very close the sick day prompt won out last night, and I was kinda grateful because I had already started writing some of it before I got most of the votes. I’m sure you guys were looking for something more fluffy since my last fic was nothing but sadness and while I delivered some what this is still gonna be kinda sad, but I promise it has a sweet ending! I’m not sure if I’ll post this one to Ao3 but we’ll see :)

TW: sickness, mentions of death, mentions of Nosocomephobia

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The one thing that makes getting the flu even worse is getting the flu during spring break. No missing school because school is already out, so the days off just get wasted laying in bed with one stuffed up nostril, a pile of tissues sprawled on the bed, and the blankets half n and half off because it’s somehow both too hot and too cold. Lydia didn’t get sick often, but when she did it was never fun. Two days before she had felt a fever coming on but decided not to say anything because she still wanted to hang out with Wendy that night, but the next morning she woke up shivering and turns out she had a temperature of one hundred and two. Not the end of the world, but to say Lydia was annoyed was an understatement. Growing up her dad was always paranoid about germs, something Lydia thankfully didn’t inherit, but she still didn’t want to deal with him, lovingly, quarantining her. She took the thermometer, wrapped herself in a blanket, and went to seek the guidance of the ghosts. Ghosts can’t get sick, so they should have nothing to worry about.

Barbara instantly pulled Lydia over to the couch while Adam ran around frantically trying to think of what sick people need, even though all Lydia asked for was a drink of water and maybe some Tylenol to bring her fever down. She ended up with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, slippers, about four different kinds of flu medication, and a cold compress. The first night she just slept on their couch, begrudgingly comfortable as a result of all the stuff Adam brought up to the attic. She would wake up every hour or so feeling crappy but she did get some sleep that night, hoping that maybe she was just tired and not actually sick, she read that online somewhere before. Unfortunately, when she woke up the next morning she definitely was still sick and it was not getting better as quickly as she would have liked. Her throat was all scratchy, she had a terrible headache, and she felt her body burning up under the blankets. She kicked the blankets off her and winced when her warm feet touched the freezing cold ground, she forgot that the Maitland’s couldn’t really feel the temperature so it was always a guess if it would be a sauna or the arctic up there. She coughed into her arm and shuffled downstairs to grab something small to eat, even though she was sick to her stomach she knew that she couldn’t take any medicine on an empty stomach. She managed to eat about half a piece of toast before feeling like she was going to puke, and she quickly swallowed down two pills. She sat down at the table with her head in her hands.

“Not feeling good?” Delia asked form behind her, Lydia simply groaned in response her throat too sore to even speak at this point, “Yeah I heard the flu was going around, I thought you got your flu shot though?”

She rolled her eyes not wanting to get into the debate of how the flu shot isn’t 100% effective and if she hadn’t gotten it she would be much sicker than she was right now. Instead, she just let Delia ramble on about what essential oils and crystals she thought might help ease the symptoms. It was almost soothing monotony as Lydia downed her second glass of orange juice hoping that maybe the extra vitamin C would destroy whatever virus was wreaking havoc on her immune system. Instead, it just made her stomach feel worse. By the time her father came down for the morning Lydia was almost passed out leaning on the table despite the fact she had just woken up maybe fifteen minutes before. Charles walked up to his unusually pale daughter and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

“Honey, you’re burning up.”

“I‘ve got a fever.” she mumbled, “Barbara thinks it’s the flu.”

Charles stopped dead in his tracks, he didn’t mean too but he couldn’t help himself from thinking about the past, and what signs he had missed, and now he was starting to overreact. This was a flu, people get the flu all the time, not every fever is a death sentence. Not every stomach bug is a sign of...he wasn’t going to let himself get sucked into it again. He didn’t want to frighten Lydia. Besides she knew as much about the whole ordeal as he did, if she thought something more besides a flu was wrong she would have told him. He forced himself to put on a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I hope you feel better soon. Will you be okay if I go to work?”

Lydia nodded knowing fully well that even when Delia and her dad went to work she still had the Maitland’s in the attic if she needed them. Her plan for the day was to either pass out on the couch or in her bed under all the blankets and preferably with her cats to keep her company so she didn’t feel obligated to make conversation. The first day or two of the flu was usually the worst, so she just wanted to sleep through it. She could see the look in her dad’s eyes though, he was worried about her. It would have come off to most people as fatherly or even endearing but to Lydia, it was nothing but a source of anxiety when her father worried about her like that. She sighed a breath of relief when he did eventually go off to work. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, scooped up Cation in her arms and figured if Kraken was roaming somewhere around the house and would come join them whenever she saw fit. She had just about settled on her bed when her phone went off and she saw a text from her father asking if she was alright. She replied with a quick yes, hoping it would satisfy him for now, but she was rewarded with a series of four more texts asking if she needed anything, if she wanted to go to the doctor, if he should come home, and once more asking if she was feeling okay. Not wanting to fuel his compulsive questions but not wanting to make him even more worried she tried to reassure him that if something bad was happening he would be the first to know, she did also gave to his one question and requested some popsicles for her sore throat.

She put her phone on silent, started watching a movie on her laptop and drifted off to sleep after about forty-five minutes. She wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the flu medication she had taken but she had the strangest dream, and that was a statement coming from the girl who lived with ghosts, and had been to the underworld before. It was nothing out of the ordinary at first, she was at school but instead of all the uniforms being white button-up shirts and black plaid skirts/ black pants they were an ugly green and yellow color. The details were fuzzy but the dream ended with her math teacher marrying the Sandworm and somehow Lydia was the maid of honor. It was very confusing but also entertaining so Lydia was slightly annoyed when she was woken up by a particular demon whom she had forgotten she had promised to hang out with the afternoon.

“Sorry BJ, I can’t really hang out today unless your idea of hanging out was sitting on the couch and watching TV while I pretty much sleep the whole day.”

“What the hell is wrong with you kid? You look like you saw a ghost.” BJ laughed very hard at his own joke and even though she was super out of it she still had it within her to fake gag at his lame attempt at comedy.

“I’m sick.”

“Well, that’s pretty pathetic. I were you and I was still a living human I simply wouldn’t be incapacitated because of some bitch-ass virus Like RIP to you but I’m different.”

“You’re also already dead and didn’t you live like during the black plague?”

“And that sure as hell didn’t kill me. It would take a lot more so some dumb virus to take me now.”

“I think the plague was bacterial,” Lydia replied, straining her voice to argue with him. Under no circumstances would she not argue with Beetlejuice.

“Same difference,” he waved his hand dismissively, “Anyway since you aren’t going to be any fun today while you milk this fake illness I’m going to go bug the Maitland’s. And while you’re at it...can you tell that bastard cat of yours to stop staring at me? It gives me the creeps.”

“Don’t be a jerk, Kraken loves you!” Lydia snapped defensively, pulling her cat up and presenting it to BJ, “She’s just a baby…”

“Look, there’s only room for one bastard in this house and that role is already taken.” BJ glared once more at the cat who seemed utterly indifferent to the presence of the demon. He walked through Lydia’s door but just to be a prick when he was outside of it he opened it partway and flipped her off. Grumbling Lydia got up to shut the door, hoping she’d be able to fall asleep again. She couldn’t, her cough was getting worse and it was making it impossible to lay down comfortably without feeling like she couldn’t breathe. She had to compromise and sit up in bed with her pillows stacked up behind her. She watched the clock with an almost obsession counting down the minutes before she could take another dose of the cough medicine and get some kind of relief from the symptoms. By the evening it felt as though she had been hit by a bus. Her muscles ached, she could hardly keep her eyes open, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Barbara had tried to make her something for lunch but she could only manage a few bites before pushing the rest of it away, even the smell making her feel like she was going to throw up.

“Maybe you should see a doctor when your dad gets home.” Adam suggested, “Not much they can do for the flu but maybe the can give you something stronger for your cough just so you can get some sleep tonight.”

“I’ll be fine!” Lydia snapped a little too harshly, “I’ll be fine, it’s just the flu. I don’t need to go to the doctor.” Adam backed off and left Lydia alone in her room. She couldn’t stop shivering even though she was boiling under the blankets. Her teeth clattered against each other and she felt a dizzying pressure building up in her forehead and sinuses. The hours in the day seemed to drag on with cruelty, she tried to distract herself with videos on her phone but she couldn’t keep focused on them long enough. She wanted to sleep but every time she was about to drift she would need to cough or her stomach would get upset, or her head would start pounding. She would alternate between her bedroom and the attic but nothing was comfortable. By the time her father and Delia got home from work Lydia was huddled out on the couch, her knees tucked into her chest and she was muttering feverishly in her half-awake half-asleep daze.

Charles rushed over to Lydia and his heart sank down to his stomach as images of Emily flashed through his head. He felt Lydia’s forehead and quickly grabbed the thermometer to check her temperature. He was devastated to read out that Lydia had a temperature of one hundred and three. Instantly fearing the worst he shook Lydia awake and told her that they were going to the hospital.

“Wait, what?” Lydia mumbled, still not completely aware

“The hospital, you’re burning up. You look like you’re about to faint, come on get your coat and shoes on. Can you walk?”

“Can I wh-? What are you talking about, of course, I can walk. Dad for god sake I have the flu. I feel like crap but I am not dying!” Charles tensed at those words and Lydia glared at him, shakily standing up with the blanket still draped around her shoulders

“Lydia, you’re not making sense. Please, just for me. Can we just please go to the hospital, I’m worried about you.”

“Dad you’re being ridiculous right now! You’re always worried about me!”

“I’m your father! It is my job to worry about you, now can you please get in the car so I can take you.” He was begging her at that point, he didn’t know what overcame him and Lydia wasn’t sure why she was so opposed. She felt awful, a fever at high was not a good thing, she logically knew that there was nothing wrong with going to a doctor but some part of her was shouting at her not to. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and she didn’t understand why, she wasn’t upset she was annoyed. She was annoyed at him for being so overbearing. Charles noticed this and went over to her, she slumped into his arms just taking in the much-needed hug. Lydia just kept repeating that she didn’t want to go to the hospital, and he nodded, “Okay, okay no hospital alright? But can we please go to the doctor or the urgent care? Honey, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

After a brief and silent car ride Lydia was sitting in the urgent care waiting room with a mask over her mouth and nose to keep her from contaminating anybody else in the waiting room. It was already dark outside and Lydia leaned up against her father’s shoulder while they waited to be called back. She stared blankly at the wall trying to ignore the fact he was staring at her, even though we was pretending to scroll through his phone. He had one arm wrapped around her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly and while she wanted to be stubborn and pull away she really did find comfort in him holding her. He was never unaffectionate while she was growing up, he would give piggyback rides and carry her, and hug her but he was slightly more distant since her mother had died, any kind of affection she got from him was cherished, even if she wanted to be a sullen teenager.

“Deetz?” the male nurse called out

Charles helped steady Lydia while they walked into the examination room. They took her temperature and Charles explained a list of symptoms after Lydia tried too but couldn’t speak as clearly as she was trying to. The nurse scribbled some notes down, swabbed the inside of Lydia’s mouth and said that the doctor would be in shortly

“Man they take you from one waiting room to another huh?” Charles tried to joke in an attempt to ease the tension. Lydia was having none of it and she kept her eyes down on her phone while she was ranting to Barbara about how annoyed at her father she was. Though Barbara quickly proved to not be the ideal ranting partner in this situation so she turned to BJ who she knew would always agree with her no matter was as long as he got to complain too. After another twenty minutes of waiting the doctor came in holding a sheet of paper in her hands, “Bad news, you definitely have the flu young lady. Luckily it looks like it’s a mild strain even though I know it sure doesn’t feel like it huh? I’m going to prescribe you something to help you with that cough and something to work on killing the infection. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

Lydia was about to shake her head no when Charles interjected, “Are you sure it’s just the flu?”

“Pretty positive, flu swabs are fairly accurate why?”

“But you’re sure it’s not something else, like something I don't know..” “He wants to know if you think I have cancer.” Charles jolted his head and looked at Lydia with such disbelief that she had to scoff, “Don’t act so shocked dad, that’s what you want to know. You want to know if I have what mom had.” She turned her attention back to the doctor and in her strained and scratchy voice, she said, “My mom she had non-Hodgkins lymphoma and apparently she started out with just flu symptoms too, she died. He’s worried that I’m going to die too, so can you just tell me if I do or don’t have cancer?”

Stunned the doctor fumbled a response, “Mr. Deetz Lydia has the flu. I am truly sorry for your loss and while I cannot say for absolute certain without doing blood tests I am fairly confident that Lydia simply has the flu. She doesn’t have any of the other tell-tale symptoms of the condition that your wife had. Now, do you have any other questions?”

“Yeah can I go home now?” Lydia demanded

The whole ride back home Lydia sat with her arms crossed and her head leaned against the car window. Her father wouldn’t talk to her, she wouldn’t talk to him. It was obvious to everybody else that something happened between them the minute they walked in the door. Lydia instantly went towards the stairs but Charles went after her, insisting that they need to talk. She waved her hand and slammed her door shut, complaining that she didn’t feel good and wanted to go to bed. She didn’t lock the door though, she knew it made everybody in the house angry if she locked the door when they were fighting. They respected not to come in if she didn’t invite them, but the rule was not door locking. She curled back up on her bed, cuddling with a chatty Kraken who was already lounging on her mattress. Within thirty seconds there was a knock at her door, and she threw her pillow at it in response.

“Lydia we need to talk about this, we need to talk about what you said at the doctor today.”

“What I said?” She laughed shaking her head, “Just come in dad, I know you’re not going to go away until you do and I feel like shit and want to go to bed so let’s get this over with.”

Charles cautiously opened the door and sat down on the edge of Lydia’s bed, mindful of the collection of tissues and bottles accumulating throughout the room. Having felt better since taking the medication the doctor prescribed she sat up in her bed and looked at her dad, waiting for him to scold her for behaving like a child in the doctors. She wouldn’t deny it, she acted very immaturely but she was so sick of how he was treating her that day.

“Can we talk about it?” she questioned, “That’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

“I wanted to say I was sorry, Lydia. I know that I probably made things a lot worse for you. I know you aren’t feeling good and I didn’t mean to scare you with the whole...anyway it doesn’t matter the details. I shouldn’t have overreacted when you told me it was the flu, I trust you to know your body. I just don’t know what came over me, seeing you looking so sick and pale, it had me terrified. I just couldn’t imagine losing you too.”

“Dad I’m okay.” she tried to explain, “I’m fine.”

“I just, I don’t understand why you got so worried when I suggested you go to the hospital, you had a really high fever. Lydia, I understand that our relationship is going to require a certain give and take but when it comes to safety I think we need to make some more compromises. I was probably jumping to conclusions when I thought the worst but even the nurse was concerned when he saw how high it was, we should have gone to the hospital.”

“I didn’t want to go to the hospital.”

“But I don’t understand why.”

“Yes, you do! And it kills me that you can’t understand it, you think it scares you when you see me getting sick and having the same symptoms mom did, imagine how I feel! I am terrified any time I get a cold or I have a stomach bug or even a bad headache because I worry that the same thing that happened to mom is gonna happen to me. I know there’s a genetic link, it’s not a high one but it scares me too dad but the thing is you’re supposed to be the calm one. You’re supposed to be the one convincing me it’s just the flu and that I’ll be okay in a few days, I shouldn’t have to convince not only me but my father too. Any time I’m sick I dread telling you because I know exaclty how you’re going to react. That’s not good dad! It’s making me afraid to come to you and god forbid I do get sick like that how long am I going to unintentionally ignore the symptoms because I’m afraid to tell you! I don’t want to go to the hospital dad because I’m afraid I might not come back, and I know that’s crazy. I know I’m being dramatic but that’s what happened with mom. She was fine one day and the next day you’re driving me to the hospital and she tells me she has maybe a few weeks to live? Can’t you get why I might not like hospitals so much anymore?” Lydia was trembling slightly now weak from the flu and the medication she was on, “There’s a line in the sand dad, there has to be because the worst part about being sick right now is that you looking at me like you might blink and I’ll be dead. Do you no understand how stressful that is?”

He bowed his head, “Lydia I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you but it’s been so hard since Emily died to not go right to the worst-case scenario.”

“And I do the exact same thing, but the difference dad is that I’m your kid. I need you to have a level head about this, and I don’t mean to just attack you because you all kind of do it. You all smother me with attention when I’m sick or hurt, I love you all but it’s suffocating sometimes when all I need is to stay in bed and take some Tylenol.”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to try harder to be better about it, alright? I promise, but I need you to promise me that you won’t hide things from me. Your mom tried to mask the signs, tell me she was okay, and not that it would have saved her but you can’t lie to me alright? We’re in this together, okay?”

Lydia nodded and hugged her father, rubbing at her eyes both in fatigue and in an attempt to clear away the tears welling up in her eyes. For the rest of the night, she and Charles sat in the living room wrapped in blankets, watching reruns of old movies on the television. Lydia burrowed her head the crook of his arms and eventually dozed off into the first peaceful sleep she managed to get that day. Though he was incredibly uncomfortable in that position he just relished in the closeness he felt in that moment. He couldn’t help but to remember when Lydia was small and he and Emily would spend hours trying to soothe the fussy baby, both of them completely exhausted when she would finally fall asleep but neither of them able to look away from the tiny human they had created. She was so grown up now, so funny and intelligent, wise beyond her years, but despite all of that when he looked down at his sleeping daughter’s face he could still see that little baby he cradled all those years ago.

#lydia deetz #delia deetz #adam maitland #barbara maitland #charles deetz #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #presley ryan #sophia anne caruso #dana steingold #leslie kritzer #kerry butler #rob mcclure #alex brightman #incorrect beetlejuice quotes #beetlejuice #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice fanfic #beetlejuice fanfiction

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 4 years ago

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Still chugging away at these summer and spring anime...sorry for the delay...(LOL, that rhymed without me meaning to.)

Also, I’ve been on the fence about whether to keep Golden Kamuy, since almost no one I read the reviews of follows it now and it’s a week’s wait (when accounting for my AniList challenge)...so I’m putting it on pause so I don’t have to suffer later.

Deca-Dence 4

“…who possesses the will to fight.”

…Great. Kurenai is absolutely tethered to Kaburagi in a one-sided love. Just when I thought Natsume had an independent role model to look up to.

Maou-jou 2

Oh, this is from Shonen Sunday? Didn’t know that until now.

“Demon Shroud: A demon with 99 clans. A cloth demon that puts on airs that it won’t be used before it’s finished off, due to its wonderful fabric. It is full of beautiful ghostly power, so its skin is smooth. However, the hero (who commonly uses things he finds in his surroundings) caught one, so now the princess has zeroed in on them. The princess doesn’t need the hands or the head of these demons, so it’s a cycle of killing and taking revenge for them. Their fighting style is squeezing the life out of things.”

Apparently, the teddy is acceptable, LOL.

I like how the window stopped displaying text at one point.

I saw someone with a huge plait in the ED. The queen, maybe…?

I noticed the laughs dropped off significantly in comparison to last time, but it’s still good. I can flex my translation skills even if I can’t laugh at one part.

Fruits Basket 2 24 (49)

…jumping to the 2nd-last episode in a season is pretty unprecendented, but I’m going to watch this for the sake of Jon’s Creator Showcase…then again, I need to finish this anime anyway, so it’s just cutting and changing the order for something I already know the outcomes of.

I used to lose myself in movies so much that I would lose all sense of who I was and would have to “regain the bearings of myself”, so to speak. I would have to reconstruct who I was, even though I technically hadn’t “been broken” and I knew once I did that, it felt different. Like I’d travelled through time and past me would never be the same as present me. That’s why I kind of get what Machi means.

Oh, I didn’t listen to this OP much…probably because I’m emphasising bingeing the spring and summer series I left behind and now that I can skip the ads on most of my anime, I’m leaving behind the anime I’ll be slower on.

The manga was written when there weren’t as many cell phones around, much less smartphones.

Rin’s on bad terms with everyone…

…if I remember the year of the dragon correctly, the last one was 2012, then the one before that is 2000…around the turn of the millennium, huh? Froob is showing its age here, albeit unintentionally.

Now that I’m closer to the Musketeers’ age, I can kind of empathise with their scenes a bit more.

“If I always blame someone or something, I’ll never change.” – True. I realised I’ve been a bit too haughty lately (what with the HypMic anime going on and it being the first thing I could research extensively before the anime’s debut, my feelings are of course reaching fever pitch – combine that with continued COVID lockdown and you get me being all defensive of HypMic, for better or for worse) and so I may have acted like a jerk to someone, but since I only know them online and generally when I try to apologise to people online they don’t see the things I apologise for as things in need of apology, I know the fault lies with me to rein myself in. I guess this means changing yourself is the only way to move forward.

I wonder how Hatori did his doctor training while avoiding hugs from girls who aren’t Sohmas…?

Shigure vs. Gentaro (of HypMic, of course)…a writing competition! That would be fun.

…Crow’s note here makes sense (<- this is why I changed the order). Shigure was clearly asking a question there.

Come to think of it, HypMic and Froob have some similar characters. The stoic doctor is Hatori/Jakurai, the energetic smol one is Momiji/Ramuda, the teasing author is Shigure/Gentaro…that could make for some good fanfic material, really.

Magatsu 1

…that title is an absolute killer, man. Anyways, I’m here for the director, who also worked on Hataraku Maou-sama.

Is this a no guns thing, like IWGP is a no drugs thing?

…this OP has lyrics?! I just hear strange squeaky noises, the kind you hear on some autotuned sogs to make them seem more ominous (I can’t remember if there’s a similar sound in G-Anthem of Y City or Yokohama Walker, but one of the MTC songs has similar noises).

I kinda guessed Leo’s package was the one Schaake and her partner were looking for. I was right.

That CGI (on the truck) is…kinda conspicuous.

These backgrounds are gorgeous.

“The definition of in dubio contra reum is "in doubt, against the accused", meaning that, where there is doubt, the accused in a trial is not given the benefit of that doubt; they are assumed guilty.”

I wonder: how many protagonists start out as absolute wimps, unwilling to fight because they either know or don’t know their own power? It’s a pretty standard introduction for things with fights.

This battle track is nice. I listened to some of the Magatsu music under Masaru Yokoyama’s name on Spotify and it’s pretty cool, but since it’s background music, there’s not a lot of demand to listen to it (from me or anyone else, I don’t think).

Why is there only a single shield if they know the enemy has heavy artillery?

…what the heck is a Zeits? Update: You can see a “Zeits” (or however it’s spelt) in the credits list, suggesting Zeits is a character in this.

I knew this was my last premiere and this might have made or broken my entire watching schedule, but this is just a pretty down-to-earth premiere for a fantasy mobile game. While that cliffhanger compelled me to continue, I don’t think it’s good enough to beat its competition in the long run.

IWGP 2

I know I said Magatsu was my last premiere, but just to be sure, I’m watching this one.

This dance scene is beautifully orchestrated. The fact there’s no music means you focus entirely on the motion.

The OP seems to trade more in colour and spectacle than actual “cool factor”.

…wow, $2.90…? That’s some cheap food.

You know I hate 1st person cam with a passion, right? So…uh…

Eyyyyyyyy…this is basically McDonald’s, curry style.

I think I can almost see Ichiro of HypMic in how the G-Boys seem to mostly be reformed delinquents or actual delinquents.

…yeah, but what’s your name, random messenger guy? Update: We find out later his name is Isogai.

“It’s because I suck at working and communicating.” – Yep, that me.

Ikebukuro licence plate. I still have no idea exactly what places get licence plates in Japan.

There are actually 2 characters before “Hospital”, but no one confirms the reading of those characters…which is probably why they’re omitted.

…oh gosh, if this were a BL, Mitsuki and Masaru would be star-crossed lovers…*sigh*

Maybe it’s an unrelated 3rd party??? (In mysteries, you can never dismiss the work of a 3rd party.)

You can tell exactly which group is which based on the colours they wear. Makoto isn’t affiliated with anyone, so he’s wearing black and had yellow earlier.

I think an anime is cowardly – or trying to save budget – if they deliberately choose an angle where they can’t show the moment of impact clearly.

E! News, LOL.

Archangel, huh? So like a 2nd in command?

I think IWGP is moving in the direction of pushing the gangs against each other in the way Makoto describes in ep. 2.

As for what I think of it now, it's decent if you want something down-to-earth, but it seems to be missing some kind of "wow factor". Like it's afraid to commit to deeper characterisation, even though it has Makoto as the ostensible lead/viewpoint character.

Koi to Producer 11

“Cognitive Science Association” - I thought it was the Cognitive Psychology Association…? (Psychology is shinrigaku, science is kagaku.)

My boy (Lucien)…why must you be so evil??? Why do I keep falling for the tall but mysterious doctor??? (<- guilty as charged re: Jakurai)

…that’s some funky seatbelts.

What’s that look in Victor’s eyes…? Fondness, or something more…?

…ah, so there is “Science” in the place’s name. It was just being less loosely translated then.

Oh dang. Stuff escalated really fast, huh?

You actually set this in 2020, huh, staff? What happens ten years from now and people watch it, only to realise 2020 and 2030 aren’t so different? That’s what happened when people had the Y2K bug.

That yellow sign on the side says “exit”. It’s not of any use.

That’s not a recoloured Kiro, is it? It’s not Shaw, either (who I think we saw somewhere in the previous episodes)…so then who is it?

…geesh, they even changed Helios to Ares. I guess it makes sense: Helios is the god of the sun, but Ares is the god of war.

Koi to Producer 12 (FINAL)

I read on the wiki Lucien’s power is copying powers. No wonder I couldn’t get a solid handle on it!

So that Helios wasn’t a mistake in the credits list in the previous episode???

Can we even hear what Helios says when Protag-chan is pulled away? Based on the lack of subs, probably no, but I wanted to ask anyway. (Or maybe he said “Watashi”, since that’s the pronoun Protag-chan goes by?)

…so that really is Kiro, huh?

Military…what? When did Protag-chan’s father have a military squad???

LOL, at the very end you can see Gavin gesturing at Greenie (the pot plant, presumably a succulent). I logged on to the game 7 days straight (they have a Discord channel!) and got a Gavin R card with Greenie on it, which is how I know about it.

Anyways, that was a fun show. Not the best, but still fun.

HypMic 3

*snickers* Just look at my boi! He’s so tall, he has to bend down for kids! (I don’t mean that teasingly, I mean that endearingly, but lately I’ve been no good at expressing myself…Must be the lockdown.)

If TsudaKen was a guest last time, then Degarashi and Irihatoma could be voiced by guest seiyuus too…

What is Jakurai, hmm? (A Transformer, LOL?...I’m kidding, of course.)

All I knew about this episode going in was that it was an MTR episode. Maybe they’ll cover the stalker story from the manga…?

More literally, Hifumi’s sign says “will you monopolise me until morning?”. This reminds me of the MTR truck one of the servers I was in was talking about…it looked like a giant billboard.

“The most notable thing about Doppo is that he has no notable characteristics.”…and yet, he’s still one of the most popular characters of the series.

Suddenly, HypMic becomes a mystery…? I’ll take it!

Yup, “Doppomine” is now confirmed as “Doppo-chin”.

If all the mysteries I’ve consumed say one thing, it’s “never forget there might be someone out there with a grudge against you willing to pin a crime on you”…or alternatively, “never forget there may be an unrelated 3rd party who would be willing to pin a crime on you”.

These guys (Tom etc.) are just food critics, I swear…(LOL)

Oddly enough(?), googling “Shinjuku waffles” reveals there are several waffle places in Shinjuku…you wouldn’t expect so many waffles away from the home of waffles (probably Belgium), but there you go.

All the results on Shinjuku French toast point to this Café Aaliya (give or take an H at the end). Apparently, it’s so popular, people line up for it on weekdays.

Oh, so Tom’s a (street) photographer…what are Iris and Rex then?

The CGI on that car looks really bad, man. It may be dark to disguise it, but it still looks bad.

Jakurai’s dad car strikes again!...Was it white? I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it was a lighter colour than this.

I was quite worried about how much swearing they were going to throw in the MTC episode, but then…they kicked it down a week. So…start worrying about next week, folks!

I…thought he would call Jyuto for some reason. (giggles) I’ve never seen Samatoki look so happy in relation to Jakurai, but maybe that’s because he’s just chilling. (Or maybe he was meant to have a neutral but slightly happy face and they messed up the angle. I know I do that sometimes in fanart.)

There’s Jyuto, right on cue…LOL, that kick to the guts was so random it became epic!

Uwabami…what sort of snake is that, again? *checks* Giant snake. That’s no help. (That host could have a guest seiyuu too.)

Ooh, I’m fairly sure that’s an automatic car.

Jakurai went Jitsu wa kyoumi bukai desu ne?. “Fascinating” isn’t a wrong translation, but they did forget “In fact…” or “Really…” from the start and possibly the “?” at the end (depending on interpretation). Update: It might actually be Jitsu ni, but same deal.

They struttin’ down Kabuki-cho all fancy-like…Doppo sure does get a lot of punchlines, though.

This random guy at the club could also have a guest seiyuu…

…what’s with the random Tahoma?

…oh, hey. If Hifumi’s jacket acts as a security blanket of sorts against women and he gave it to Doppo for extra warmth (presumably), then…he’s trying to protect Doppo, even in his own sort of unique way.

Mimimi vs Hifumi? This is gonna get confusing…(hey, did they actually make a flourish noise when Hifumi put on his jacket? Does the distinction need to be that clear…?)

…see, never forget the presence of an unrelated 3rd party.Wait, so we have motive…what’s the relationship of Mimimi and the dude she killed? Who is that dude? Update: We find out later.

Notice Mimimi says “Hifumi-kun” – she’s still on an outside layer compared to Doppo, who just uses Hifumi’s name. Also, I noticed Mimimi called herself Hifumi’s “onna” – “woman” – explicitly, as if she belonged to him. The subs reflect that, but it seems to have less meaning in English because they outright translated it as such.

Well, they got to demonstrate Doppo’s snapping. I’m more than happy with just that. Also, Hifumi calls Doppo with a -kun here.

LOL, this song is gonna be known as “catchy”, ain’t it? Anything with an easy-to-sing-along chorus like “nananana” is. Update: Or maybe not even a chorus, it’s just lyrics.

Hmm…I noticed the “use Mr with me” line isn’t actually reflected in the subs, but the lyrics are so fast, I don’t know how they are reflected.

Did you notice the da in the lyrics in romaji?

…and s*** goes ka-blooey, as you’ve come to expect by now.

Mimimi-kun…?

Oh, so the background from Hypnosis Mics can get caught in photos? I never thought of that.

It’s almost as if they’re nodding at the Doppo fans through the 4th wall regarding his appeal.

It seems they’re not switching out this Buster Bros track, which is…okay, but I was hoping for an MTR ED. (Tofubeats was on this track IIRC and the anime website didn’t list a future ED, so that’s why I’m okay with it.)

…Okay, so Irihatoma is Mutsumi Iwanaka, who’s a rookie in the seiyuu world. *goes to consult Anime News Network*

Oh! Mimimi Hibakari! I get it! (It means “me, me, me all day” when written differently to her name.)

Uwabami was Shugo Nakamura and Degarashi was Mitsuaki Hoshino. I’ve never heard of these guys – except for Nakamura’s role as Teru in Idolm@ster Side M – so it’s interesting they contrasted TsudaKen with them…eh? Heilong? Whossat? (Probably the guy whose…parts…almost got crushed by Jakurai with a billiards cue.) This Hiroya Eto is even more underground than those guys.

A-hah! Today’s new song is “WELCOME U” (that’s how it’s spelt, don’t diss me for it!) by Kohei from SIMONSAYZ.

Update: I thought that kid at the beginning was Yotsutsuji, so it scared me for a second.

#simulcast commentary #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic #HypMic #ikebukuro west gate park #IWGP #deca-dence #Fruits Basket #maou-jou de oyasumi #sleepy princess in the demon castle #magatsu wahrheit #Koi to Producer: EVOL x LOVE #Chesarka watches Koi to Producer #Mr Love: Queen's Choice #Chesarka watches Furuba #chesarka watches deca-dence #Chesarka watches HypMic #Chesarka watches Maou-jou

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solesurvivorkat · 5 years ago

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Sorry if this has been asked before, but how did you get the dialog for your Shadow of Steel fanfic? Did you use a site, watch videos, or something else? Your writing is amazing and I read it over so many times! I hope you’re well! ♥️♥️♥️

O.o ....... ::stares at Ask and blinks slowly a few times::

...Someone is asking about my FO4 fic.....

;__;* .......

Okay, well... first of all, you made my night by asking me about it at all, so thank you for that, lol! *^.^* Second, thank you SO much for the compliment! I know I’ve said it a trillion times, but I swear, I swear that I’m not done writing it. I know my writing has been soooooooo slow and long in between chapters, & I seriously can’t apologize enough. Not trying to make excuses, but in between my son, work, moving to a new house last fall, my other hobbies (I don’t have a lot, but they exist, lol), on & off writer’s block, anxiety & depression (being treated, but those who have it know that there isn’t a ‘magic, 100% fix’), exhaustion, and now the whole pandemic thing (I had unrelated bronchitis a couple weeks ago too, and my son had a minor version, so that was a fun event too)..... it’s been a tough year or so. Not BAD, but tough. I’m determined that I’m going to finish this fic once and for all, even if it takes me another few years.

THAT said...

I did watch Youtube footage of game dialogue for part of my ‘research’ (I have a whole long FO4 playlist of dialogue & specific game events, lol). I also talked to people online who shared the same passion for FO4 as me, bouncing ideas back and forth ( @the-dubstep-strawberry, @scorpio-skies, and @lothrilzul have been amazing for this during my whole process, thank you so much guys! Love yooo! <3 @marvilus73 has also made some awesome FO4 posts that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading!).

But most importantly (to me, anyway), I scoured the internet for any FO4-related resources that I thought would be valuable for my fic. I really did do a lot of research, b/c I wanted to sound knowledgeable in my writing and not just like a person that played for like, 10min & was like, “Eh, good enough, I’ll just make up the rest” (not that I’m dissing anyone who has done that, it’s just not my method).

https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki has been the most valuable (again, for me personally) resource I’ve used. Though occasionally you come across some info that you kind of have to take ‘with a grain of salt’, it’s really been a lifesaver because there’s soooo much info there than came in handy. If you look up a particular character - let’s say for example, Danse - the site will list a lot of their main info/stats on the right side of the character’s page. At the bottom of this ‘info box’, it will often list a dialogue page (sometimes two) that lists all the dialogue (as far as I know) that’s in the game. This kind of info was like... a total ‘goldmine’ to me, for helping me to get my fic off of the ground.

.....THAT also said, a little piece of advice - if I had to go back to the very beginning & start my fic all over again from scratch (haha, never gonna happen, trust me, I’m just saying), I definitely would have done things differently. ...Yeah, I’m sure all writers say that, and my story would’ve been pretty much the same - but I feel that I relied on the game dialogue too much when writing my fic at the start. Plenty of people have played through FO4, and even for the people that never finished it, I’m sure they played enough to know how the game starts & what the main story is.

It’s fine to start a fic off at the beginning of a game/movie/series (what have you) as if the person reading it is experiencing it again, except through your character’s POV - but unless you’re going to have different experiences (at least somewhat) from what the actual character/POV player has, or offer deeper insight into what’s going on in their or surrounding character’s minds that we didn’t see ourselves while enjoying that fandom... it might feel a bit tedious and boring. Like... ‘okay, but... I already saw all this when watching/playing it myself, so... what’s my incentive to keep reading?’

Yeah, my Nora did have her own thoughts/feelings/experiences that weren’t necessarily canon for FO4 in the beginning of my fic... but I was a first-time fic writer, and I was nervous that if I didn’t put more game dialogue in the story, that my own writing wouldn’t interest other people, that they’d think my writing was bad/stupid/not ‘enough’, etc. I didn’t yet have the confidence in myself to not rely on the game dialogue to fill in chapters, instead of just enhancing them a bit.

My whole (VERY long-winded, I sincerely apologize) point to this is: if you - or anyone who reads this - go to write your own story/fic/anything, be proud and unafraid to be you. No one’s perfect, and many of us learn to write better as we go (I know I cringe when I read my early stuff, lol!). It’s totally fine to use resources, just don’t like... obsess over making them a big part of your writing (which is what I feel I did when starting out, hence my ‘words of caution’. I like... agonized over making my chapters as ‘perfect’ as I could, and I think I used up waaay more energy than I needed to while writing. ...Come to think of it, I still do that at times now, and drive myself crazy with it, LOL!).

...And... if saying the above stuff added to a question/point you weren’t intending to ask, then I sincerely apologize again for ‘going off on a tangent’, lol! *XD

Thank you again for saying what you said, it really did make my night & put a little spring in my step to know that people still appreciate my writing/fics, even if I haven’t had as much time to continue it lately! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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mskinkyafro · 5 years ago

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Meet the Watsons (Aubrey x MC) - Part 1

Summary: After Viola & Aubrey take their relationship to the next level their moment is interrupted by unforeseen forces.

A/N: This will be a mini fic series. It takes place after the diamond scene with Aubrey in the finale and where it will end, I have know idea yet lol. The timeline is something I have yet to truly figure out in this book, but since characters kept referring how great MC was this year, I’m assuming it’s been about possibly 6-9 months max. I don’t see a full year this all happen. With that in mind, Aubrey and Viola’s relationship has been an ongoing one for a long time and I don’t know why but not exclusive just yet. (That’s where I come in with the power of fanfic on my side.)

The focus of the series is Viola and Aubrey’s growing relationship and her meeting his lovable yet crazy family. After Aubrey mentioned the Watson Odyssey and the fact this book is a standalone, I thought more and more of Viola meeting his family. And to the Watson luck, how far from normal it would be lol (In my headcannon, the Watsons are just a hilarious hot mess) After this fic is up, I will make a seperate post with the headcannons/backgrounds I’ve created for Aubrey and his family and my MC Viola.

Rating: Just to be safe this first part of the series is a 18+ NSFW fic. I wasn’t planning on writing a NSFW, however it just happened. It’s minor smut. Mainly fondling/caressing but no actual sex. However, if your under 18 or uncomfortable with smut don’t read this fic or scroll past the beginning. If you decide to read, you’re agreeing your 18 and okay with the content.

Note: This series for the most part will be rated PG or PG-13 either due to language or innuendos, however the rating will be bolded and listed nsfw if any future parts contain explicit sexual content. So just be aware to check the rating on the parts of this fic series at all times. I will list the accurate rating according to each part.

(Thoughts are italicized and in parentheses)

After a night full of passionate lovemaking all over Aubrey’s bachelor pad, the two settle themselves in his bed cuddling as the morning light shines through the bedroom. Viola lays her head on Aubrey’s chest with her eyes closed just listening to his heart beat in time with her own. She sighs in content as his fingers comb through her now frizzy, kinky blonde curls. It was quiet in the room except their gentle breathing and the sound of soft whispering, that only Viola could hear.

(“Just perfect...this moment is perfect.”)

She opens her eyes and is met with two bright blue eyes looking back at her.

“Hi.” she says softly.

“Hi.”

“What are you staring at?”

“Just the most beautiful woman in the world. And somehow she’s naked in my arms. I keep thinking I died and gone to heaven.” he whispers as he moves his hand from her hair to travel down to her waist.

Viola lifts her head up slowly and slides her body up so her face is inches from Aubrey’s and her breasts press down on his chest as her hands rest on the sides of his head.

“You’re working really hard for morning sex aren’t you?” she says smirking at him.

He lets his right arm that was secured around her waist under the covers to slink lower. His hand moves to grip Viola’s ass, making her grind against his growing erection. He grins up at her as she moans loud and her eyelids drift shut.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Maybe…” Viola opens her eyes and moves her her right hand from behind his head to drift down his body to between his legs to gently strokes his cock. She watches as his body stiffens and his eyes roll to the back of his head at his touch.

“...but two can play that game.”

Viola leans down and presses a sensual long kiss on Aubrey’s lips as she continues to stroke him slowly. As she breaks away from his lips and lets her mouth trail down the nape of his neck, his thoughts ring out loud and clear.

(Oh god...we’ve barely started but I feel like I’m on fire. If this is how mornings are going to be like with her, I want to wake up next to her forever.)

Viola continues to trail down from his neck to his chest down his abs and almost past his waist when the distinct growling of stomachs fill the room. Viola and Aubrey pause and lock eyes with each other before laughter filled the air. Aubrey is the first to speak through the fits of laughter.

“I suppose after last night we’ve both worked up an appetite.”

“That’s true, but what if I worked up an appetite for some else?” she tells him, her eyes full of desire.

(“God she just loves to tease me, doesn’t she?”)

Before he could respond, Viola’s stomach growls even louder than before.

“Okay, so maybe we should get some food then continue…”

Her hands gesture over the two of them.

“...this later.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He presses a chaste kiss to her forehead.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll start on breakfast?”

“Is this another sneaky plan to see me all wet and soapy?” she says seductively as she crawls off him and out the bed toward his bathroom.

“Viola...you’re killing me.”

She laughs and winks back at him before entering the bathroom and shutting the door. He can hear the turning of the shower head and water running as he lays in his bed, the sheets covering his bottom half , but barely concealing his erection.

He couldn’t help the stupid grin that grew on his face. He loved how domestic they were, how right it felt. He was so distracted by his thoughts of Viola that he barely caught the sound of his cell phone chiming. He turns his head to the bedside table and unlocks his phone to see thirty text messages from his mother, ten miss calls. Half of which were from his father. Even a message from his sister Liz and his twin brothers, Forrest and Jasper. And lastly a notification from Snapchat from his niece.

Confused by the barrel of messages from his family he quickly presses the voicemail. Listening in he hears his mother’s concern over what happened at the debate. Sighing loudly and rub his face in exasperation his phone rings loudly as the FaceTime icon pops up. He clicks and the image of an older woman with a round face, blonde wavy hair styled in a layered bob, and soft blue eyes that resembled Aubrey’s hidden behind black frames appears.

“Oh thank god! You’re alive! My baby is okay!!”

“Ma...of course I am. Why wouldn’t I? And why did you and everyone blow up my phone?”

“Oh Aubrey...you weren’t answering and I was worried! I called your siblings to check on you and when you weren’t responding I had them come over immediately. What else was I supposed to do?! That vile man punched my baby and I have no idea if you were concussed or god forbid dead due to head trauma.”

Aubrey rolls his eyes at his mother’s overreactions and pulls the phone closer.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me! I’m still your mother!”

Aubrey flinches at her tone and sheepishly says.

“Sorry Ma, but you have nothing to-“

Aubrey’s was cut off by his bedroom door slamming open with two men attempting to roll on the ground and pop up into ninja stances and an older man standing in the middle swinging nunchucks moderately fast.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, punks! Watson Style!

“What the hell?!” Aubrey exclaims. He drops his phone beside him as he pulls his bed sheets around himself tighter. And quickly grabs a pillow to cover his lap.

The two men scramble up from the ground as they speak simultaneously.

“And backup from double trouble!”

“Aubrey! Honey what’s going on?! Should I call the police?!” his mother yells through the phone.

The chaos of the last thirty seconds forces him to raise his voice.

“Enough!”

The three men that entered the room freezes as they look at Aubrey. His mother stays silent on the phone. He closes his eyes and punches the bridge of his nose.

“Okay…I’m going to start at the top and provide some answers hoping I’ll get some in return.” he quietly states.

The two men who were identical in every way, from the way they stand to the same expression on their face as their green eyes lit up in confusion, and how they ruffled their brown hair as they waited for Aubrey to speak. While the older man who looked like a more seasoned version of the other two with bit of belly slowly lowered his weapon. Aubrey nods and then picks up his phone and looks at his mother.

“Good. Ma I’m okay. Mr. Burdock may of decked me but I survived.”

He then looks away from the screen and fixes an annoyed gaze toward the men in the room.

“Pop, Jasper, Forest...I have two questions. How did you guys get into my apartment and Pop...why do you have a nunchuck?”

“ Well son, we have some questions before we answer yours, right boys.” his father says looking toward his older sons.

“Right pop!” they both said at the same time.

“Ugh! You two are getting too old for the twins in sync gimmick. It’s just creepy.”

Jasper crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the dresser next to the wall as Forrest leans his arm to prop himself beside his twin.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re definitely too old to have me and Forrest come save you. We ain’t kids anymore, snobrey.” Jasper retorts.

Nodding along, Forrest speaks.

“Yep! Especially, Pop.”

“Hey, I’m not that old boys. I still got enough spring in my step.”

Frustrated by each second, Aubrey runs his hands aggressively through his hair.

“You guys didn’t answer any of my questions.”

“Aubrey, I sent your father and brother’s with your spare key to go check in on you since you weren’t answering your phone.”

He turns back his attention to his mother on his phone screen.

“Ma...that was for emergencies only! Everything is fine. I’m fine!”

“Oh really? Then why do I see bruises forming at your neck? Were you in another scuffle that wasn’t televised?” His mother asks accusingly.

“And son, why was your plates and kitchen sets tossed to the floor with broken glass?” his father adds.

Jasper leans away from the dresser and stands up straight and stares with Forrest joining in.

“Mind you, snobrey. Your shirt was found ripped and it’s pretty obvious that something…”

He trails off as he takes a more detailed look at his baby brother. His bare chest is revealed and flushed red, his hair skewed and the way he keeps one arm over his lap while he manages to hold his phone up. At that moment of Jasper not speaking the only sound being heard was the running of the shower.

“Is your shower on?” Forrest asks breaking the silence.

Watching Aubrey’s eyes flash with worry, it clicked for Jasper.

“Oh my god! Looks like little snobrey here wasn’t in any trouble at all. Actually he seems to have enjoyed the trouble he did get into last night.” Jasper said with a leer.

“Shut. Up.” he says through clenched teeth.

“What do you mean?” his parents asked at the same time.

Forrest eyed his twin and his baby brother before he caught on as well and broke out in a smile that rivaled a Cheshire cat.

“Well, well, well! I can’t believe it, but the evidence is right before our eyes.”

“Stop! Stop talking right now Forrest! Everyone, please get out!”

Before anyone else can speak another word, the shower turns off and shuffling is heard behind the bathroom door. Everyone turns their attention to the bathroom as they hear the door open and Viola exits with a short yellow towel that leaves little to the imagination, showing off her smooth long legs and hugs her curves. Her blonde curls clinging to her head as droplets slide down her body.

She walks out slowly with the towel wrapped securely around her figure and her eyes closed as she combs through her hair with her hand.

“Hey what was all that noise? Were you watching a movie without me? Eh, It’s not important. I had a fabulous idea right now. Why don’t we pick up where we left off and have a repeat of last night, breakfast edition.”

Viola opens her eyes and freezes instantly. She opens her mouth to scream but nothing comes out. No one in the room made a move or sound. The tension in the room was high and shock was evident on three older men’s face while embarrassment adorn Aubrey’s and Viola’s.

In her head she can hear mixture of multiple voices.

(“Oh my god, Viola will never want to see me again after this.”)

(“Damn. Who knew Aubrey could land such a babe.”)

(“When the hell did this happen?”)

(“I managed to avoid this during all my kids teenage years yet the universe decided that I have to go through the rite of passage of catching my kid in the act eventually.”)

“Who’s that? Is that a girl? Does my baby boy have a girl in his room?!”

Jasper shaking himself from his shock saunters towards Aubrey and grabs his phone away from him and fixes it so that their mother has Viola in her view.

“Right on the nose Ma. And not just any girl. Looks like little baby Aubrey seemed to snag Northbridge’s leading anchor.”

“Umm so this is very, very...um, awkward.” Viola says as she avoids eye contact with everyone in the room.

Aubrey leans to pick up a piece of clothing from the ground beside his side of the bed and slips them on underneath the sheets and gets out of bed and walks towards Viola and pulls her close to him.

“So this is the most embarrassing thing to happen to me and I’m so sorry, Viola. But umm this is my older twin brothers Jasper and Forrest. My Pops, Richard and on my phone my Ma, Sadie. Umm meet the Watsons.”

Viola hiding herself in Aubrey’s embrace in order to shield her lightly concealed body gives them all a shy wave.

“Hello. Umm, I’m Viola Porchia. Umm, I’ve heard lovely things about you all. I never thought in a million years we’d meet like this.”

“Ohhhhh! How exciting!” his mother exclaims through the phone.

Richard collects himself and chuckles as he turns away from the young couple and heads out the bedroom.

“I’m too old for this. Son, next time you’re occupied entertaining your lady friend after getting hurt on national tv, remember to check in with your mother that you’re okay so we don’t have a repeat of today.”

“Umm, yes Pop.”

“Good. We can’t be scaring away the poor girl. You’re lucky a woman like her is even with you. Besides, from what we’ve seen in your apartment you two might be the closest hope of your mother having more grandchildren.” he says with a wink that he throws to the two.

“Oh god! Pop! Please, enough.”

“Oh Aubrey, I was young once too! How did you think you’re mother and I got all you kids.”

Jasper and Forrest are trying to hide their laughter as their father continues to tease their little brother.

“I’m begging,”

“Okay, okay. Viola it’s nice to meet you and sorry for interrupting.You two...carry on. Come on boys. Let’s leave the lovers to it.”

Jasper tosses Aubrey’s phone on the bed as himself, his twin, and father make their leave.

“Sadie, honey we’re on our way back now.”

“Okay, Richard. See you boys in a few.”

The three exit the bedroom and a distinct shutting of the main door of his apartment is heard.

Aubrey and Viola breathe out.

Aubrey picks up his phone and faces the camera towards him.

“Okay, this has been mortifying. I’m gonna go Ma.”

“Fine, but since everyone is here, bring Viola down to dinner. I haven’t had all my children together for a meal in such a long time. And I want to meet her face to face.”

“Jeez, I don’t know Ma-”

“I won’t take no for an answer. See you two tonight at 6:30pm.” she says before disconnecting the call.

Aubrey sets his phone down and turns back around to pull Viola into a comforting hug.

“I have no words. I’m so so so sorry. I was hoping you’d meet them later on.”

“That will definitely be up there for most embarrassing moments, but it's okay. At least they didn’t walk in on us in action.”

“You always see the bright side of it all, don’t you?”

“I try.”

“You can probably tell now why I only introduced Liz and Shiloh.”

“A little but they seem very sweet. I see it runs in the Watson genes.”

He chuckles and walks backward to sit on the edge of his bed and pulls her so she’s sitting on his lap.

“Perhaps. So you don’t mind coming to dinner with me and meeting my mom? I know this is happening very fast and it’s really really weird-”

Viola cuts him off by placing a finger to his lips.

“Well at this point, I’ve met all the Watsons except for the most important one.” she says with a glowing smile.

“Oh yes, Ma is really gonna love you.”

“Really? You think so?”

“I know so. Besides I already do.”

Viola tenses after those words left his mouth and just stares at Aubrey. He looks at her and flinches slightly at what he said.

“You love me?” she asks in a small voice.

“I...umm..” he begins nervously and trails off. Aubrey takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before opening them and gazes deep into Viola’s hazel-green eyes.

“I do. I know we haven’t official made us exclusive yet in these past months but there’s been no one else who can compare to you. No one else has turned my head but you. Viola, I’m falling in love with you.”

With her eyes glazing softly with light tears she leans and kisses him softly and firmly.

“I’m falling in love with you too.”

“Really?”

“Really really”

In one swift movement, Aubrey cradles Viola quickly into bridal position in his arms and swings her around in joy. Her squeals of surprise and laughter fill the room before he sets her down.

“I have a question for you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Aubrey kiss her gently on the lips t a few times before she pulls away.

“One question for you though.”

“Yes?”

“Why did your dad have nunchucks?”

Aubrey stays silent for a moment or two trying to find a way to answer that question but only one thing came to mind.

“Apparently it’s the Watson style.”

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missmeltycat · 5 years ago

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24. favorite scene you’ve ever written

Asks for fanfic writers

24:

That’s a tough one. I’ve written a number of scenes that I still grin over. It’s not very often I like my own work, but a few do spring to mind. The majority of them I actually co-wrote with others.

I’ll add a couple here.

Conflict of Interests

A fic based on the old fan Inspector Gadget series Go Go Gadgetinis. This was a collab between me and @thatredheadedchick12

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15563118

As Gadget heard the ruckous die down, he relaxed a bit more. “Actually it isnt so bad after you get past the initial metallic bitterness. It has a very unique after taste.” He smiled before taking another healthy pull, as his brain already began to grow a bit cloudy around the edges.

“Good, I’m glad you like it. Just be sure to take it slow. If you aren’t used to drinking then it could go to your head fast.” She relaxed and braced herself on the bar with her elbows. “So…” She peered at him under the brim of his hat. “Tell me about your gadgets? I am curious about them. What kind of stuff do you have in that there body of yours?”

He set his glass down from another healthy pull as he listened to her. Something about taking it slow? Oh. His gadgets! “Well there isnt a lot I dont have. I actually have a mobile phone in my right hand. Keys, pen, helecopter…” he went on listing each gadget hidden within him as he looked at her. He was happy to tell her about himself. As he was happy to listen to her talk about herself. She was a very interesting lady and he very much enjoyed how he felt around her. They barely knew one another for 24 hours and yet he felt as though he had known her a lot longer. The way she acted around him… So… Unique. She was something else and as his head began to cloud a bit more he nearly lost track of his gadgets he listed. “So that is basically all of it. I think I forgot one or two but im sure I will remember them before the night is out. Wowzers this is good.” He took another pull, as her voice telling him to take it slow sounded deep within his mind. However a louder voice was yelling at him to drink the beautiful liquid faster as each sip tasted better than the last.

“So, you’re quite the package, huh?” She raised her glass to her lips once more. “You really are as amazing as they said you are.” Prince offered a wink before having another good swig of her ale. He was fascinating. She’d never met anyone like him before. In the back of her mind there was a prickling sensation, but she tried to drown it out by downing the rest of her glass in one go and ordering another. “You good, or are you up for another?”

As he drained his glass completely, he hiccuped rather loudly. “I… Yes! Yes another. If you dont mind?” he asked as the cloud began to take hold. It was so delicious! He couldnt help himself!

She patted him on the back and gestured for two to the bartender. “Wow, I’m glad we did this! I got to introduce you to something new and it’s been fun!”

Dick had been spying around the corner and saw her pat his back and then snake her arm around his shoulder. His brows knitted together as a pang of jealousy washed over him. That was not right…

Digit was having very much the same issue as he looked inwards through the mucky old window and almost slipped and fell off the dumpster he was stood on.

Gadget tried to swallow the lump in his throat as she threw her arm around his shoulder. “Y-yeah. You know what? I am glad we did this too. I was honestly afraid you would reject the idea of dinner with me after all the stuff I had done this morning.” His face turned instantly red as he recalled the details of his face between the twin peaks. “I… Uh… Yeah. I am glad you accepted.” His speech was slightly slurred, but not to the point of being unintelligable. As the barkeep brought their drinks he clapped his hands like a giddy school boy in a chocolate shop before he took a good swig of his beverage.

Prince let out a loud and hearty laugh as she watched him down his drink. “Think nothing more on this morning! It’s all water under the bridge. I know you didn’t mean any of it.” She joined him in downing the ale, her own brain now comfortably fuzzy. “It’s best to forget… Especially if we’re working together for a while. And you know what? I like you! You’re the best partner I’ve had so far!”

He smiled stupidly as his face took on a pink tinge from the alcohol. “And you know what?” he said before taking a few more swigs. “You…. Are amazing yourself. And not bad on the eyes.” The fuzz completely took over. He downed his stout in no time and pushed his glass forwards. “Nmmn I think I have had… ‘Hic’….. Enough…” He said as the slurring became a bit more prominant.

Easy on the eyes? Her face suddenly flushed a vivid red colour over the compliment. “Oh! W-Well, thank you, I er…” She chugged the rest of her stout, not really knowing how to respond to such a comment and placed it back down with a wobbly hand. “Me too. M-Meee tooo. I think… We… Uh… Did you wanna go? Or stay a while?”

“I… I am up for whatever you are up for. We can uh… Head back to the hotel if you want.” he said as he picked up his glass and slammed the dregs before returning it to its coaster. He attempted to get up, but ended up tripping on the bar stool and fell backwards, causing the row of chairs behind him to fall like a line of dominoes. “Heh. Whoops.”

That was strangely funny and she found herself laughing so much she couldn’t even stand up straight due to her stomach muscles tensing. She offered a shaky hand to him, still chuckling over the perfect way the chairs had fallen. “You stupid arse!”

The landlord, however, wasn’t impressed and gave them a glare.

Dick watched as Prince made for the exit with Gadget and felt a tug at his heart. It wasn’t fair… He couldn’t even speak to her. If he did, he’d risk everything.

Gadget hardly even registered the dirty looks as he took Prince’s hand and stood, nearly toppling over again. “Yes. I say we go back to the hotel now.” he said as he walked rather wobbly over to the doors and attempted to hold the door open for Prince, which was actually the only thing keeping him from faceplanting into the sidewalk.

She skipped her way awkwardly onto the pavement outside and moved quickly to Gadget’s aid as she could see him wobbling rather badly. She caught hold of him around the chest and propped him up as best as she could. “Wooooah now, hehe. You gotta stay upright! I’m not strong enough to carry you.”

“Never fear dear lady for I am…. I can walk!” he announced a bit too enthusiastically. Fortunately the hotel was a block away. “Is it hot out here?” he asked as he loosened his tie a bit. He felt… Amazing. Laid back. Relaxed. As though all his cares just melted away.

She still had hold of him, but adjusted herself so that she kept one arm around him under his own. She wasn’t feeling too steady on her legs either. In fact, the pavement was looking a bit uneaven. “It’s n-not far!” She giggled as she swayed and then came back against him with a thud. “Someone needs to tell the street to stop it.”

“It is a lot more uneven than the last time we were through here. Obviously the earth shifted!” Gadget stated as he held on to Prince.

It was a hell of a trek, but they had made it back to the hotel and Gadget had finally gotten her safely back to her room. “Welp… Prince… I ‘ave had a 'hic’ wonderul evening. I… Thank you.” he said with a silly smile as he turned to look at her, reaching up to caress her face and nearly missing.

She reached out, the night air having enhanced the drunken effects and patted his face back in return the same way as he was doing with hers. “You too! This was… Like… SO fun. We need to do it again. Because, we… I mean… We won’t get long to like… Work together and stuff. You know?” She swayed a little and used her free hand to brace herself on the wall that joined onto her bathroom.

Inside the room by the window, Data and Scooter were on recharge mode and that meant they were dead to the worldand Prince glanced over quickly to make sure they hadn’t woken up.

“Yes! Oh yes. Please. I mean… If you want. I quite enjoyed tonight. I… Yes. May I do anything for you before I turn in for the night?” he asked in his gentlemanly fashion. He probably wouldnt have been able to do much in his current state of mind, but he would try none the less.

Prince wobbled a bit again and used her other hand to grab his jacket. “I think… I think it’s… That’s all. I mean… Unless you can tell the room, the floor and my bed to hold still.” It was unusual for her to feel so woozy after just two pints, so her theory about the cask sitting for a while must have been correct. What was originally just over 6% was probably closer to a 9%.

“I… I mean I can try!” he said happily as he walked, no, staggered into her room. “Listen here room! Prince isn’t in a mood for your incooperative nature! Behave!” he said as he shook his fist at the room and it’s general contents.

Prince wobbled inside a bit as she watched him order the room to stop its shenannigans. “My hero!” She clapped playfully and laughed as he waved his fist around. The fact that he was trying was brilliant and she was glad he had a sense of humour. She’d hate to have been saddled with a partner who was as funny as a brick to the face.

“All 'n a day’s work m'lady” he said as he struck a heroic pose as he attempted to bring her in for a hug. What was the worst she could do? Push him away? He felt… Bold. He supposed they werent kidding when they called alcohol liquid courage.

She didn’t put up a fight, in fact she was still chuckling and hugged him back in return. It was a pity his threats hadn’t stopped the room from moving around so much, but she could live with that. She snaked her arms around his chest and held onto him tightly. “Are you a knight in shining armour doing battle against the evils of spinning rooms and shifting floors?”

“For you, anything.”

King of Iron Fist Tournament 8

A fic in collaboration with @thatredheadedchick12 again. NSFW WARNING

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13810308

Inside her room Rae breathed a sigh of relief as the hammering on her door stopped. She didn’t fancy the maid stumbling across her bloody corpse, after all. She slowly slumped back onto her bed and let out a large sigh. Great, now she’d definitely screwed up and made an enemy. Maybe he wasn’t malfunctioning after all.

Raihiko leaned against her door and let out a sigh. She could hear the muffled argument going on outside, but at least she couldnt see is anymore. Dear god. That thing should be registered as a weapon!

Bryan, however, wasnt going to waste any more time. He reared back and punched a hole near the handle and quickly unlocked and opened it and stormed right in.

“You want to fucking die- you!” he snapped as he recognized the heap on the bed.

Rae flailed as she heard the splintering of wood, as she sat bolt upright on her bed, her leather jumpsuit around her waist. “THE FUCK!?” There, stood in his white underwear, was Bryan looking exceedingly miffed. “You call that fucking knocking!?”

“I fucking knocked.” he growled as the fact that her jumpsuit was around her waist completely went over his head. “The fuck is the big idea?” he hissed as he stepped closer, letting the broken door swing shut behind him.

Meanwhile Raihiko had grabbed a cocktail glass and was listening in. If he was going to throttle her new friend she would be ready to jump in, but she felt if she barged in there that very second she would only make it worse.

Rae grabbed a nearby pillow and held it in front of her. “The hell are you even talking about!? I was minding my own business trying to cool down and having a banging contest with whoever was next door! And now this? Now my door is busted and people can see in!” She hurled her pillow towards him in frustration. “I don’t want any old git seeing me change!”

Bryan growled as he caught the pillow from out of the air and tossed it to thw side.

“Yeah! That was me telling you to shut the fuck up! I’m next door.” His voice rumbled as he stepped closer.

“That was YOU? Oh for crying out loud. Why didn’t you just yell? You do enough of it as it is!” She tried to battle with her jumpsuit again, her skin sticking to the fabric again making it hard work. “How was I to know that thud was you saying that?”

Sergei had been disturbed from his poetry reading by the commotion and has ventured outside of his room to see what was going on. If it was someone who had come for him, he would deal with it. As the shouting continued, his eyes narrowed. No. It wasn’t for him. But whoever it was they were sure being overly loud and loutish.

Rai’s eyes widened as she tossed the glass on her bed. She grabbed her Tonfa from the top of her bag as she moved to her door and quickly opened it to see she was not the only one disturbed by the happenings. She looked to the man across from her before she moved to Rae’s door. She noticed the big hole near the handle and swallowed hard. She didnt want to use her weapons. She wpuld surely be disqualified from competing if she attacked another competitor, but she wouldnt let this brute harm her new aquaintance. She stood by the door, listeing as he tonfa rested against the back of her arms, the end blades past her handles resting on the back of her thighs. She was ready if she was needed.

Sergei simply regarded the other woman who had joined him in the hallway. When he caught sight of her weapons, he gave her a very subtle shake of the head.

Raihiko tilted her head at the man in the doorway.

“What? Am i supposed to just let him tear her apart?” she whispered harshly as she backed up to her doorway. Was he nuts? Though…. Maybe he was right? Maybe she shouldny poke the bear with her weapons.She gave them a professional spin before she retreated to throw them on her bed for now before she ran back to the hallway to listen.

Bryan narrowed his eyes. She was certainly testing his self restraint, and there wasnt much there to begin with.“An idiot would know a knock to the wall is a sign of shut the fuck up!” he yelled as he balled his fists. He was on the verge of seething. This woman was jump roping with his last nerve.

Sergei simply stood with his eyes on the broken door. He was conflicted with regard to the other female voice he could hear coming from inside. This was the King of Iron Fist. If she was unable to defend herself, why would she be here? But if he allowed Bryan to go ahead and kick seven shades out of her, what sort of gentleman would he be? Not that he would ever really speak about such things, but he had strong opinions. He glanced over to Raihiko, moved forwards and leaned against the wall next to Rae’s door, his arms folded across his chest and one boot on the paintwork.

Rai blinked as the man stood besides her and leaned against the wall. Wait, would he help her take bryan if he tried to take out Rae?

“Can you see anything?” she asked in a whisper as she tried to peer around him. Wait. Could he ever understand her? She couldnt quite figure it out yet. He hadnt said a word. She didnt even know his name! She nearly tripped on her own foot as she tried to move around him to get a better look.

He held out a gloved hand to stop her toppling over, but to also stop her revealing herself. The hole in the door was large enough to be able to see movement through, after all. He slowly raised a digit on his other hand up to his lips. He didn’t want to do anything if it was not needed and he certainly didn’t want them to know they were there.

“An idiot!? Rich coming from someone who just goes around destroying things for no god damn reason and then expects me to magically know via telepathy or some shit that a bang on the wall meant shut up when he is CLEARLY capable of using his brutish, overly loud voice!” She shot to her feet. “And another thing! What gives you the right to even enter my room?”

Bryan ground his teeth as he tried to keep his cool.

“You know what? Fuck you.” he said as he turned on his heel to leave. He was pissed. And if he didnt leave now, the maid would be scraping her off the walls.

“Try to keep it the fuck down in here.” he growled before he ripped open the door.

Rae felt her stomach churn as he turned to leave and watched his retreating form until the door had slammed shut behind him. Something didn’t quite sit right again. Why was he being so passive? It wasn’t that she wanted to die horribly. But she couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to the man… If he could be called that. She scrunched her eyes shut and flopped back down on her bed as images of his white underwear assaulted her mind. She would find out, though. She had always enjoyed watching his fights, so if he was breaking then surely someone needed to be informed.

Outside Sergei stood bolt upright as Bryan left the room, the door slamming, but swinging due to the broken handle and lock.

Rai slapped her hands over her mouth to stop the sudden gasp that nearly escaped her lips. “Arigato. I am normally not so-” but she was cut off by the form of Bryan plowing through the door. She suddenly pressed her back against the man, trying to make herself small as the brute trudged back to his room.

Bryan didnt even register that he had a mini audience as he ripped open his own door and entered before slamming it shut, causing Rai to flinch. She finally let out the breath she didnt realize she was holding.

He was pissed. He grabbed his pack off the table and lit up a smoke as he began pacing. He needed to let off some damn steam. But how? That bitch next door to him had really lit a fire under his ass.

Rae was also pissed. She scrubbed at her face furiously and rolled off of her bed. Once she was on the floor she shuffled to the adjoining wall and punched it making sure it made as much noise as possible without damaging it. “NEXT TIME WEAR SOME DAMN CLOTHES, YOU FUCKING ASS!”

Currently Untitled

An FF7 fic with no title I started years ago and never finished. It’s so old and terrible, But i enjoyed writing the comical dialogue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2836442/chapters/6363332#workskin

Seeing the city in the distance, they both swallowed loudly. It was a beautiful place, but they only saw it as a place of evil.

“DAMMIT”, cried Cloud punching at a near by shrub, “Why!?”

Cid decided to follow suit and began to strangle a small sapling, but to no avail.

One of them needed to get a grip, as flying off the hook in such a manner was really not going to do them any good. So, Cid, seeing he was getting no where in his attempted sapling strangulation, took a deep breath and tried his best to calm Cloud down.

“I don’t get why. I mean… I do! But, WHHHYYYY?!”

“Get a grip, man… DAMMIT!” Cid gave him a good thwack across the face, to which Cloud responded by sniffing.

Wacky Races 2004 - Chapter 14 (Chapter 6 of DD’s Ending - Survivalists)

A fanfic I started in 2002/2003. One chapter in particular stands out, as I wrote it with my husband.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9018259/1/Wacky-Races-2004

The wind howled against the side of the car causing the snow to form large drifts. The windshield had been smothered blocking all view to the outside world. Rachel shivered into her coat and laughed at Dick as he struggled to get to the back seat over the stick and hand brake.

“Drat! Double drat! Last time I opt for a manual!”

In his frustration he forgot to balance his weight and keened forward.

Raising a brow Rachel placed her hands on her hips. “Hey, careful of the upholstery. I jus… What do you mean YOU? It’s my car you fool.”

Another laugh echoed through the car, but it was cut short as he lost his balance.

“Ah. AGH!”

His head was caught in a dizzy whirlwind where images of planes and pidgeons assaulted his mind. He thought how lucky he had been to have his fall suppressed by the vehicle’s air bags but then…remembered that was at the front of the car.

“Oh…my…”

Rachel let out a surprised shriek, pushed his shoulders back and leaped backwards in her seat. She wasn’t sure how to feel and flushed red hot. “Aiiyaah, c-careful where you stick that nose of y-yours!”

It suddenly felt very warm in the car and it wasn’t anything to do with the heaters.

He reflexively touched his nose in response to the comment. The assertion blocking out any guilt of having accidently violtated his fellow racing competitor.

“Look Felicity Funbags! I happen to have a nose of character! What occured was an accident - pure and simple!”

She had adopted a somewhat fetal position in the corner of the car, her knees up to her chest.

“What did you just call me!?”

Her brow furrowed, but it was difficult to tell due to the lack of light in the car.

“And, yes. I suppose I should expect it from you. Mr Accidents-R-Us!” She scoffed and flailed a finger in the dim light towards what she hoped was his face. “You’re so accident prone it’s a wonder people don’t follow you in an ambulance!”

“Accidents? Those were fully intentional schemes gone awry to secure the lead posi-” He stopped and brushed a finger over the tip of his nose. “Uh, yes. You’re right accidents.” He chided, settling into the back seat opposite her.

“Hmph.” She pulled her coat on tighter even though she was radiating heat. “Anyway, you’re here now. I told you that the front seat was no good for sleep.”

The wind howled louder, subsided and then got up again as she paused for a moment to figure out just how close he was sitting.

“I told you there was room for two.”

“Then how did you fit back here?”

He smirked to himself twisting his moustache around his index finger then realised Muttley was not there to be present to his jest. It felt a little depressing not hearing that familiar snicker.

“I beg your p…” she certainly was not going to stand for that comment.

She swung a punch satisfied that it would at least land somewhere that hurt.

Removing his plump hat and toying with it in his hands as he thought on the absence of his cohort and was suddenly surprised to see a fist punch through it’s crown.

“Eegads! My hat!”

“What?”

Rachel struggled to see in the dim light and could just make out the outline of Dick flailing with his hat.

“What about your hat? Nuts to your hat! You insulted me!”

“Getoffgetoffgetoffgetoff-!”

In his panic, he yanked his hat towards himself trying to get the fist through it out but through lack of planning yanked the entire arm and body of Rachel onto him.

“Oof!” She landed with a thud, face first onto his chest, her fist still stuck through his precious head gear.

A moment passed as she attempted to get up, her free hand slipping off the side of the leather seat every time she tried to push herself up and landing on Dick each time she aimed wrong.

“Agh! Eep! Let go!”

Dick froze with his arms paralyzed above his head holding the hat aloft as the aggressive woman continued to rise and fall onto him. Thoughts were a luxury his male biology couldn’t afford right now.

Rachel felt him tense under her and this made her realize just what sort of a predicament she was in. She took the opportunity to attempt to get up. Each movement was slow and exaggerated to be sure she didn’t make the situation any worse.

He lay stiff like a board, watching her arm slip easilly out of the hat despite having created the awkward situation earlier.

After managing to sit up once more, she fanned herself with a hand and squinted towards her racing companion.

“A-Are you OK?”

He seemed to still be rigid and she began to get a little concerned.

“Hey! I s-said are y-you OK?” She prodded him lightly and as best as she could in low visibility in the hopes of stirring some sort of reaction.

“Fine as wine!” He squeaked out.

He still didn’t move. Her body atop his prevented any thoughts of movement.

She slowly slid herself off and returned to her corner. He certainly didn’t sound fine, despite what he said.

“Are you sure?”

She drew her knees back in towards her chest and gave him some room.

“I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

He pulled the hat back over his crown to hide the heat in his cheeks as he rose to sit much like she did opposite him.

“Not at all! Perish the thought!”

“Oh phew!” She let out a sigh of relief. Though she wanted to punch him for that comment, it was only going to be a light punch. She didn’t want to cause too much harm to him. After all, she was fond of the idiot.

“Uh, so, er…” She twiddled her thumbs. “Nice weather. Shame about all the frostbite.”

He chortled nervously.

“Eheh, why yes. It’s very…” He looked out the window with a sigh. “Bitey.”

“Bitey?” Rachel shuffled around a little. “Yes. Bitey frostbite. Mmm.” It seemed as if she was just blurting out any old thing that entered her head. She felt awkward and was not sure what on earth she should do about it. There was no escaping the car, not unless she wanted to walk miles back to the hotel and probably freeze to death on the way.

“Uh…I uh…” He noticed her shiver and removed his purple coat, holding it out to her. “It’s pretty cold so…”

She watched as he took off his coat and hold it out to her. Almost taken aback, she stared at it for a few moments before finally managing to form words. “Oh! N-No, it’s fine. Don’t worry. I don’t want you getting cold either.”

He put it on her and crossed his arms, huffing out a cloud of frosty air.

“H-Hey! Now you’ll get cold.” She started to take it off again to return to him.

He shook his head and laughed.

“You kidding? When I didn’t sleep on the floor the living room in my childhood home was colder than this! Ahah!”

Rachel tilted her head and pulled the sleeve back on. “Living room? Wait, sleep on the floor? You didn’t, did you? When was this? Who made you do that?” Her voice took on a shocked breathlessness as her mind tried to process what he had just said.

“Mother. I think. I just remember a woman who told me what to do. It wasn’t very fun.” He stroked his moustache nostalgically.

“Oh. That sounds rather horrendous. So, it was cold?”

“I suppose. It was the forgetting to feed me that mostly took it’s toll. Oh. The floor. Yeah. It was.”

Rachel lowered her gaze to the floor. “I had no idea. Wow.” A small smile spread across her face. “Well, things are better now, right?” She patted his shoulder. “I mean, you’re a Wacky Racer, after all.”

“It’s alright. I don’t remember much. I can only recall finding a runt in a cardboard box and nursing him back to health.” He touched a finger to his chin, thinking back. “After that it was just schemes and dreams.”

“Dreams? You had something to hope for? I take it that was the goal of winning, right?” She reclined back in her seat and rested her knees against the back of the drivers seat.

“Hope for? No. No nonsense like that. I just kept coming up with reasons to laugh with that stupid mangy hound.” He chuckled despite the remark.

“Heyyy.” She nudged him with her elbow. “He’s not so mangy.” Muttley was indeed a favourite of hers and she found herself feeling terribly sorry for him whenever one of Dick’s plans would backfire. “Is that all you do it for?”

He scratched his chin idly in thought. “I used to believe I was achieving something back in my hayday, but the more I failed. The more I realised I didn’t want to succeed. It was more fun that way.”

“You didn’t want to succeed? But, what about winning the races? Being crowned the world’s wackiest racer? The sponsorships, money, fame?” Rachel’s brow furrowed. “I don’t get it. You always seemed so driven to win.”

He turned to her rather somlemnly and spoke slowly. “But what happens when you do win?”

“I guess,” she looked at her hands, her fingers were nervously linked together, “I guess that you win the money, the title, go on with sponsorships and…” She paused for a moment. “Wait for the next race?”

He nodded not turning away. “And then what?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. I guess people just go on with their lives.” She shrugged her shoulders. It was true, she hadn’t really thought about it. Like everyone, she had just been focussed on winning.

“I don’t want to win or I have nothing left to…what’s that word you used? 'Hope’ for.”

She reeled back in shock. “What? I find that somewhat hard to believe.” She began chewing on her lip anxiously. What he had said had jolted her internally. “Everyone knows who you are and what you do. You could probably do anything you wanted.”

He chuckled and fell back in his chair forgetting the cold for a second. “Haha, my dear, that is precisely what I am doing!”

“But, as you say, then what? What happens when this race is over? What will you do?”

“I would have won and would no long be the dark horse underdog of the Wacky Races. Why would I give up that thrill so easilly? People never think I’m going to win, so it makes it all the more fun when I finally do.”

“So you want to win eventually? Have you thought about when that might be? I mean, you’ve been winning the last couple of races no problems.” She leaned back and rested her head against the seat. After removing her cap, she tossed it into the front and awaited his reply.

He smirked scratching his chin idly with a finger. “Heh, like you…I don’t put much thought into it. I just make sure I’m having fun with it.”

“Like me?” She raised a brow and chuckled under her breath. “What makes you so sure I don’t think about what I do, Mister?” She jabbed him on his shoulder. “I may be smarter than you think.”

“Because if I’m not mistaken when I asked the purpose to winning, you answered and I quote: 'I don’t know. I never really thought about it.’”

Rachel shook her head. “Agh! Damn it. Heyyyy, fine. Come on. It’s late and cold. My head is in a mess.” She chuckled again. “I can’t help it if I’m spouting bollocks. It must be, what… 3AM?” She craned her neck to see her dashboard.

Dick’s Head was lain back under his hat. “Snooooort!” The sounds of his nostrils flaring from exhaustion resounded through the vehicle.

“Hey! HEY!” Rachel jabbed him in his ribs. “Wake up! That’s not fair, you’re not supposed to fall asleep while I’m talking to you!”

He snorted and sat up at attention “Huh whu whassat?”

Unfortunately, when he sat up his head collided with hers. “OUCH! Ooyah!” She grasped her head and keeled over. “Nrrrgh!”

He grasped at his head in pain. “Yeow yeowzer yeow!” He then blinked momentarilly afterward and rather then insult the girl; “Are you alright?”

Rachel just let out a low 'hnnnnn’ sound as she rolled back and fourth on the seat. She now wished she hadn’t removed her hat as it may have stopped or cushioned the blow.

He glanced at her forehead and chuckled “Now, now it isn’t all that bad. Just think we can call it a beauty mark tomorrow!”

She peered up at him with a furious expression, still doubled over on the seat. “I’ll give you beauty mark. Just be glad it wasn’t my eye! How would we explain a black eye?”

He stopped to think a moment then grinned. “Mascara?”

“I don’t wear that crap!”

He smirked. “Oh yes yes, quite. My bad.”

She hit him again, this time harder. “HMPH!”

“Owch! I see your mother passed some wonderful traits onto you,” He said nursing his poor arm.

“OH, we’re talking about mothers, are we?” Her eyes narrowed as a strange smirk spread across her face.

“Yes, well if you ever meet mine I’m sure she’ll be sporting a wicked attitude and moustache herself,” He retorted

That did it. Just the mental image alone. Rachel sucked in air, choked a little and fell about in hysterics. Her mind instantly imagined Dick in a dress.

Dick could only imagine what she was laughing about but he had a pretty good idea.

She attempted to catch her breath and leaned forwards resting her chin on the back of her hands. “Oh man. That’s funny. That’s good stuff.” A tear rolled from the corner of her eye from all the laughter and landed on the seat.

He smirked and tipped his hat at an angle over his eyes as he sat back and cross his arms. “Laugh it up, I know I would.”

After wiping at her eyes with her sleeve she shook her head and pulled on Dick’s coat over her, bundling up like a sausage roll. “You know nothing.”

“Uh huh” was all he could manage. The fatigue dragging his eyes down like weights.

“Ah ah ah!” A hand shot out from under the coat and prodded his ribs. “Are you saying I’m boring?” After sitting up straight she unfurled the coat from around her shoulders and handed it over towards him. “Here. Have it back. You don’t want to end up with a crick in your neck or something.”

He glared unfavorably at her. His eyes stemming red from the lack of sleep he was getting. “Are you capable of shutting up and going to sleep?”

Her brow instantly furrowed and her lips thinned to a small line. “Fine! Take your smelly coat!” She threw it at him. “Telling ME to shut up. Especially after that little stunt at the hotel earlier. What was all that about, huh?” Her voice trailed off into a low mumble as she continued cursing under her breath, turning away in a huff and folding her arms.

He flinched as the coat slapped against his side but just sighed and tried to drift off, ignoring her frustrations.

“And budge over.” She ignored his sighing and pushed her butt into his to shove him further to the side. “Taking all the god damn room. How am I supposed to sleep like that Mister I-Love-You-Shut-Up-And-Go-To-Sleep.” She fidgeted some more and folded her legs under her to take up more room.

He chuckled and made a fake groan. “Oh lord, is that the moon falling? What could this crushing weight be?” He reached out and grabbed a hand full of it to emphasize his point.

Rachel instantly yelped and jumped over to her side. “Aiiie! Watch where you’re grabbing!” She slapped a hand around in his general direction in case he was still trying it.

He had already moved his hand and watched her swat out of corner of his eye, only replying with a chuckle.

“Grabbing ladies butts. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She turned her head and stuck out her tongue. “First you’re all moody then that! HMPH!” She shuffled noisily, trying to make as much noise as she could on purpose.

“When I see a lady…” He yawned. “I’ll be sure to do so.” A wicked smirk arose on his face.

Rachel shot upright and glared at him. “I beg your pardon?!”

He once again lapsed into a bout of snoring under his hat.

“How dare you!?” Her voice was high pitched as she grabbed hold of his hat and began to pelt him with it over and over. “Insult me, will you? Tell me to shut up, will you? Say my ass is as big as the moon, will you!?”

He flailed and twitched under her assault but found himself laughing regardless.

“Stop laughing, you nit!” She continued to swipe. “It’s… not… funny!”

He finally gave in, sat straight and grabbed her wrist in mid attack. “I think you’ll find, my dear, it is.”

“Ouch!” She scowled at him and wiggled her nose in disgust. “Careful how you g…” He kissed her cheek and smiled at her cutting her sentence short. “Don’t… Don’t you try and butter me up, Mister!”

His smirk only widened. “That I can accomodate you with at a later time.”

“Wait… What?” She blinked in confusion, her brain trying to figure out what he had just said. When it finally registered her grimace transformed into a wide, goofy grin. “Now, that’s just dirty.”

He released his grip, twiddling his moustache as he sunk back into his chair. “Dastardly one might say.”

She picked up his coat and flopped it on his lap. “Seriously, though. I’m OK. Take it back and keep warm. I don’t want you getting hypothermia or something.”

“You know” He said, still twiddling his moutache. “They say the best way to keep warm in circumstances like this is to share body heat.”

She blinked again, leaning forward on the seat with her hands. “Wh-What?” She slipped off the seat and quickly caught herself. “They do? Who is this 'they’?”

He only continued in stroking his moustache. “Oh, you know, survivalists.”

“Oh? You know some survivalists?” She gave him a sarcastic grin and yanked at the other side of his mustache.

“Yeah, I contacted them shortly after falling for you.” He mired back at her.

She tilted her head. “What?” An eyebrow raised again. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh nothing you have to concerned about, my dear.”

“Now you said that I can’t HELP but be concerned.” She folded her arms in a huff and sat back roughly.

He replied by only smiling in a dastardly way and snuggled down into his seat.

Silence fell again as Rachel pouted. She hated not being in the know and she was sure he was doing it on purpose. After a while she couldn’t resist piping up again. “So, what else did these survivalists say?”

“About what in particular?” He said gesturing in a quizzative way.

“Well, you said they told you about this whole body heat thing.” She narrowed her eyes. “What else did they say?”

He smirked. “Oh lots of helpful survivalist..things.”

“Liiike?” She leaned forward on her hands and urged him to continue. She did not intend on letting it go.

“Hey look, a sudden distraction!” He pointed wildly in a panicked state at the window.

“Hm?” Her head whipped to the side. “Oh yeah. Snow. Great.” She narrowed her eyes again and slumped back into her seat again. “Fine. I get it.”

He stretched, flexing his fingers infront of him while casting an innocent smile.

Silence once more. Rachel hated uncomfortable silences. She kept giving Dick sideways glances hoping he’d start conversation again. When certain it was a lost cause she sighed. “So, yeah. About Max…”

Dick raised a brow awaiting the end to her statement.

“I didn’t encourage him, you know. That’s not the type of person I am. He just got,” she paused for a second and rubbed the back of her neck. “Clingy.”

This Doggy Bites

Still going RP between me and @dagurlicious

https://www.wattpad.com/story/54795952-this-doggy-bites

Below decks, Dagur had taken to picking at a wooden table with a small blade, mumbling incoherently to himself and occasionally rubbing at his arm. When he heard footsteps his head snapped up to see who dared disturb his brooding time and saw Rae. “What do you want, wench? Can’t you see I’m busy?” He saw the deer on her shoulders and frowned deeper. “I thought I told you to leave that to the men!?”

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t.” She dumped the deer right onto the table that he was picking at and stood with her hands on her hips. “Unlike some, I actually like to pull my weight around here.”

Dagur flinched as the deer hit the table right in front of him with a violent thud. He scowled up at Rae with an unimpressed glare and slammed the blade into the wooden surface. “There you go with those jaded insults again, wench! How about you say what you really mean?” He pushed himself away from the table and circled it until he was face to face with her.

Rae stared up at his face and wrinkled her nose at him, a small smirk on her lips. “You couldn’t handle it if I did, wussboy.” She shoved him playfully. “You can’t even handle a little punch. You whine and complain like a baby!”

She had touched him again. Made physical contact. It may not have been as painful as a punch, but it still caused him to shoot her a nasty look. “Don’t call me that!” He gripped hold of her tunic again. “So help me, I will crush the greedy milk from your bones with my teeth!”

“I haaave noooo idea what you just said, but it sounds brutal and awesome.” She reached her hands up, grabbed hold of his hands and attempted to remove them from her clothing. “Easy on the clothes, Wussboy. Yeesh! I only have this set on board.”

He kept his grip firm despite her attempting to pry his hands off of her attire. “What did I just say!?” He virtually roared in her face, spit flying out of his mouth as he shouted. “I can only take so much of your crap, Rae! Only so much before I-” He began to chuckle, his face breaking from his frown into a psychotic smile. “-Before I snap and teach you a lesson.” He let go of her tunic with one of his hands and moved it to her throat. “Go on. Call me Wussboy again. I dare you.” He moved his face in closer, his nose touching hers and hissed. “I dare you, wench.”

Rae didn’t know how to react. The fact that he had his hand around her throat was one thing, the fact that he was in such a close proximity that she was being tickled by his breath was another. And now he was daring her to call him names again. She tried to avert her eyes to focus her thoughts and continued to attempt to pry his hands off. “I… Well… Why should I? Not on your command. I’m not a trained dog!”

He tightened his grip on her clothing and moved his hand from her throat to her chin, tilted it upwards so that she was looking him dead in the eye and laughed. “Not so tough now, are you? …. Little doggy?” He made a barking sound to tease her further and continued laughing to himself.

Such a mockery, although expected, was not something Rae wanted to let him get away with. She reached her hands out to either side of his helm, yanked him closer, leaned her face in and sunk her teeth into his lower lip triumphantly.

“YARRRGH!” Dagur’s eyes flew open as her teeth sank into his lip in the most agonizing way. The pain was sharp, piercing and intense and he felt tears form in the corners of his eyes. He shoved himself backwards in an attempt to get away from the crazy wench. Unfortunately, that only served to stretch his lip and, in turn, caused more pain and broke the skin. He flailed around and managed to yank his lip free, stumbled back tripping over his own feet, landed against the table and grabbed at his mouth protectively.

Rae wiped her mouth and spat onto the floor. She had not known how he’d react to her doing that and her heart was racing, ready to defend herself should he have retaliated right away. “This doggy bites!”

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speaking of terrible things i’ve read, i was talking to @mum-feather about an awful, awful, awful series of fanfics i had read through in morbid curiosity, but i only vaguely remembered the finer details of the horribleness, so i went back and found a conversation i had with @audrey-scorne about it and decided to post it if anyone else wants to go on the wild fucking ride. i’m putting it behind a cut because it is LONG. i go into DETAIL. pls enjoy.

tokidokifish I'M STILL ALL SALTY ABOUT THIS FANFIC I READ

audreyscorne how dare they honestly

tokidokifish you don't underSTAND

audreyscorne how bad are we talking here

tokidokifish i'd say "acceptably written" but i feel like the author's idea of steve rogers is DEEPLY flawed and it was almost entirely about him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ like the premise of the whole thing is that steve and tony were married but had gotten divorced

audreyscorne oh great

tokidokifish so i figured it was going to be all about them learning to bridge their differences and fall back in love, right? it was fucking not about that

audreyscorne Bitter Gay Superhero Divorce Settlement a good time for all

tokidokifish like first of all, there's no fucking indication steve considered going to counselling or fucking ANYTHING for his broken marriage

tokidokifish he just springs it on tony to the point he fucking *has sex* with him, knowing that tony is thinking of it as something more than he is, because he's already decided to divorce him but isn't going to deny himself one last roll in the hay with tony stark

tokidokifish which is like fifteen fucking kinds of gross

audreyscorne eeeeuuuuuugh totally a cap move Steve "One Last Hatefuck" Rogers

tokidokifish and like a spur-of-the-moment sort of divorce would work in a story that was going to work to a sort of "oh we really can make this work" sort of conclusion, but in this it was like what?? the fuck?? and it's got peter parker as their son biologically tony's through a surrogate

audreyscorne oh let me guess nasty gay custody battle

tokidokifish in the past, apparently

tokidokifish SORT OF?

tokidokifish it's indicated that tony's lawyers eviscerated cap, but they also end up with a joint custody agreement that tony indicates he MADE his lawyers give to steve, so the only way it could've gotten that serious is if steve was trying for sole custody or something? fuck if i know honestly that's one of the least of this series' problems it gets SO MUCH FUCKING WORSE so the whole reason steve divorced tony is because he didn't want to have peter deal with them fighting (again, with no indication he ever even considered counselling or anything before going straight to divorce)

audreyscorne that is... uh

tokidokifish and they end up with the aforementioned joint custody agreement, which is an every other week thing and apparently when he doesn't have peter steve just completely shuts the fuck down and spends all his time moping about not having his kid

audreyscorne UM

tokidokifish and i guess feeling righteous that even though he still has feelings for tony and he knows tony still has feelings for him (mostly because tony keeps desperately trying to rekindle their relationship to the point he still wears his ring), he refuses to even consider getting back together because it's "better for peter" that they're divorced

audreyscorne this is really giving me "my understanding of divorce and parenthood is entirely based on tv" vibes for the sake of the gay angst, no doubt

tokidokifish god, it's so awful

audreyscorne Bad Job

tokidokifish and it's made pretty obvious that cap is depressed/struggling with ptsd (somewhat, at first, VERY MUCH at the end, i still haven't gotten to the really bad part), but like... the idea that he isn't surrounded by people that would help him is insane? like fucking sam wilson alone does this shit FOR A LIVING. and he gets emotionally manipulative in really disgusting ways - not on purpose, obviously, but it reminded me so much of my mother at her worst that it makes my skin crawl like one summer peter has an internship and wants to just stay with tony because it would be more convenient

tokidokifish and he ends up getting in a fight with cap and saying some mean shit and cap (god, i'm closing my eyes just typing this) starts crying and runs to his bedroom until he can get himself under control he cries a lot

tokidokifish like i'm all for dudes showing emotion but he cries like i cry which is to say: fucking immediately and at the smallest shit anyhow, steve throws himself DIRECTLY into this fic's staple which is what i will call Martyr Mode because he's now convinced himself that peter will never come back and even after peter comes to apologize for the things he says, he goes full on "no, no, i understand, it's okay, you don't want to see me anymore, whatever makes you happy" mode

tokidokifish even after tony realizes something went wrong and goes up to comfort steve because he is like the only fucking sensible adult in this situation, steve continues acting this way until peter rescinds his decision this is when they convince him to see a therapist, and a new cycle of bullshit begins

audreyscorne fuckin YIKES What a shitshow

tokidokifish he gets a therapy dog and moves to maine and seems to actually start having a life of his own, holy shit this is the point where i thought "okay, he's gonna get better and he and tony are gonna work shit out" i was incredibly wrong

tokidokifish once he moved out of the city, tony finally moved on with his life and started seeing another dude this is fifteen years after they got divorced, by the way

tokidokifish and they come up to drop peter off at steve's house and tony and steve end up alone together and tony has finally just had enough and tells steve that he's going to marry his new boyfriend and he's going to cut off contact with steve as well, which like... i entirely endorse but even in this situation, with what is obviously a great boyfriend, tony says he'll drop it all and come back to steve in a fucking HEARTBEAT if he asks cue Martyr Mode tony does not come back more fucking power to him, really

audreyscorne truly terrible

tokidokifish believe it or not, i still haven't gotten to what i consider the worst part of this mess

audreyscorne GOD

tokidokifish other things happen, and it becomes obvious that peter has grown up to resent steve despite the earlier closeness - i mean the author calls him a douche when he finally snaps and rips steve a new one, but i can't really blame him for being upset when he had to watch one of his dads pine for FIFTEEN YEARS while the other one pretended nothing affected him and moped pretty much constantly and clearly did not pay any particular attention to his son's interests, because they were technology based and he clearly thought that was Tony's Job - one of peter's complaints when he was younger was that cap kept making him do things he wasn't interested in doing and cap acknowledges that he had noticed signs that peter wasn't enjoying himself but just assumed they were some teenage thing fucking nice, cap

tokidokifish anyhow, the worst part of all of this is that steve eventually just goes back into the army and gets drafted into a super black ops program and goes around killing supposedly bad people and even after it's pointed out they have no real way of knowing that these people are actually bad, indicates he doesn't care the penultimate chapter sees him both doing drugs to operate somewhat normally in a civilian environment, because his ptsd is fucking through the fucking roof at this point. and contemplating suicide the last chapter is tagged with steve rogers/tony stark despite the fact the first line is about tony fucking dying

tokidokifish a letter is sent to steve after his death, which one of steve's black ops friends burns without steve actually reading, which he's fine with

tokidokifish and then he runs into peter, who doesn't recognize him, but still has a shitload of resentment for steve and then it ends fuck me

audreyscorne Bad Bad Bad Bad

tokidokifish i had to tell SOMEONE i could not keep the resentment within me

tokidokifish fucking DON'T TAG THE SHIP if they're gonna spend the entire series broken up and miserable until one of them FUCKING DIES while the other one disappears into black ops anonymity because apparently none of the multiple friends that would and HAD follow him into fucking battle were willing to make enough of an effort to help him before he disappeared up his own martyr asshole

tokidokifish like it mentions natasha maybe TWICE

tokidokifish fuck me this person wrote this after winter soldier!

audreyscorne yeah like literally everything with cap seems pretty Wrong

tokidokifish the point is: how does someone watch winter soldier and think "wow, this is a group of friends that would totally let cap just disappear into depression?" jfc they wanted to write steve rogers being miserable and they weren't gonna let anything stop them

tokidokifish which, fine, you do you, but don't fucking drag tony into this and then fucking tag it with the ship

audreyscorne a very ugly exercise

tokidokifish thank you for allowing me to rant about this awful fanfic

audreyscorne but of course this is one of our friendship's foundational activities

#fish reads bad fanfiction

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Major spoilers for Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood in this YOI fanfic, so if you haven’t watched FMA yet don’t dive into this.

Trying the read more thing....and go

“Whatever, Katsudon. You’re not gonna convince me Ed shouldn’t have had his Dad get Al back instead of giving up his alchemy,” Yuri Plisetsky muttered in derision. The younger skater was helping his now rinkmate up the stairs to Victor’s apartment after the Japan nationals. Since Yuuri Katsuki was moving in with Victor Nikiforov soon it made sense for him to come back to the apartment. They had approximately a month before Victor and Yurio would be attending the European Championships as competitors. Once World Championships were over in April, Victor and Yuuri would look at moving into a larger apartment since they wanted Yurio to be able to stay over occasionally, but for now they were making do with Victor’s single bedroom apartment.

Yuuri had a small frown on his face as he debated the ending of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood with Yurio. “Ed wanted to get Al back without having to use human transmutation, Yurio. It was incredibly important to him; how do you not get that?”

Yurio banged on Victor’s apartment door. “Victor! We’re back open the door,” he yelled before turning back to keep debating the current topic. “It’s bullshit. Alchemy was Ed’s life and he just gave it up when he didn’t have to. Are you really telling me you liked that he just gave it away?” Yurio was incredulous.

As the door opened behind Yurio and Victor peeked out, Yuuri tilted his head to the side. “It’s not about me liking it. It was Ed’s choice and his brother was more important to him than his alchemy was. Ed loved alchemy, but it was also the source of his guilt. Al would never have lost his body in the first place if Ed hadn’t wanted to use alchemy to try and bring their mom back.”

Victor’s face grew confused as he tried to follow the conversation they were having. It didn’t help that Yurio was throwing his hands up in frustration and almost shouting, “Yeah? Well none of that shit would have happened if their dad hadn’t fucked off in the first place!” Turning around Yurio paced into Victor’s apartment as the older man quickly moved out of his way.

Eyebrows raised, Victor glanced questioningly over at Yuuri before smiling down at him. “Hello, Yuuri. I missed you,” he murmured quietly before lifting a hand to Yuuri’s face. Silently he ran his thumb over Yuuri’s cheekbone before leaning forward for a quick hello kiss.

Smiling, Yuuri placed his own hand over Victor’s for a moment. They stepped into a hug that didn’t last long as Yurio began calling from the living room, “What are you idiots doing? Get out of the hallway if you’re going to be disgusting.”

With a sigh Yuuri pulled away from Victor to grab his rolling suitcase. Victor picked up his back pack and pulled it into the living room behind Yuuri while Yurio collapsed onto the couch.

After the Grand Prix Finals, and the resulting chaos from Victor announcing his return to skating while remaining Yuuri’s coach, it had been an intense few days. With only a week and a couple of days before the Russian nationals, Yakov had predictably screamed at Victor that he couldn’t possibly be in two places at once since both the Russian and Japan nationals took place at the same time. Victor had turned to Yuuri with the intention of waiting until the next season to come back only to run into Yuuri’s stubborn streak. Yuuri flatly stated that if Victor didn’t go to the Russian nationals then he was retiring. Victor pleading that he couldn’t be with Yuuri at the Japan nationals didn’t have the desired effect as Yuuri pointed out there were going to be competitions that Victor couldn’t be at and they were just going to have to deal with it.

Yurio had glared at the three of them before quietly picking up his cell phone. After a quick text back and forth to Yuuko he was able to get Minako’s phone number. Quickly making a phone call Yurio asked if Minako would be willing to accompany Yuuri to the Japan nationals. After her confirmation, he made his way over to the ongoing argument on the ice and cleared his throat.

Three sets of eyes glanced over at him while he gazed at them in boredom. “Katsudon is right. He has to learn to skate without you or this isn’t going to work, Victor. And it needs to work because I’m going to kick both of your asses at the Worlds. So, here’s what we do. Yakov will go with Victor, Mila, and Georgi to the Russian nationals and Minako will meet Katsudon at the Japan nationals. Since I won the gold at the Grand Prix Final I’m already qualified for Russia at the Worlds, so I’ll go with Katsudon. Victor has to get his ass to the Worlds and he’ll worry if someone isn’t with Katsudon. So.”

Yakov was gazing at him suspiciously, while Victor was beginning to look relieved. Yuuri looked more relaxed, but was now eyeing Yurio with some serious contemplation.

“You should go to the Russian nationals, Yurio,” Yuuri stated quietly. “I’ve got to prove I can do this on my own and while I appreciate the offer, Yakov isn’t going to want you to miss nationals.”

Yuri narrowed his eyes at both Yurri Katsuki and his coach. “Yakov needs to focus on Victor, not me. And I’m going to keep your ass in line, Katsudon. None of this falling apart. You get anxious and I’ll walk with you and keep the others away. You brought Victor back to the ice so now you’re part of the family.”

Yakov turned away momentarily to mumble some frustrated Russian while the two Yuris stared at each other. Tentatively, Victor moved toward his fiancé. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. The two of you work well together and if you get anxious, Yurio can help you with your jumps.”

Yuuri had a troubled look on his face, but finally nodded. “Fine, but only for nationals. Any other competitions we’ll work it differently. Yurio needs to concentrate on his own career.”

Yakov had pulled out his cell phone and was speaking to someone while the other three were talking. Once Yuuri had agreed, Yurio dropped his aggressive stance and turned to look mockingly at Victor. “So, what do you think? Will you be able to skate without him, Victor?”

A small blush graced Victor’s face and he smiled ruefully. “I honestly don’t know.”

Yuuri’s mouth fell open in shock while Yurio bent over snickering. Yakov turned back around with an air of decision. “Okay, here’s what we do. Lilia has said she will go with both Yuris and meet up with Minako. But after nationals we will have to figure something else out.”

Victor had been working on choreography for new routines, but even for him getting something together in a weeks’ time was extremely difficult. Yuuri and Yurio spent the week looking at the skating competition schedule for the rest of the Winter and Spring, practicing their own programs and critiquing each other, and to both of their surprise, bonding over Fullmetal Alchemist.

At one point when Victor had been incredibly frustrated and had started yelling back at Yakov, gesticulating wildly with his arms, Yurio had snickered. “God, he looks just as aggravated and upset as Al did after Scar tried to kill Ed that first time,” he laughed, shaking his head.

Yuuri frowned, blinked, then turned his head to gape at Yurio. “Wait, you know Fullmetal Alchemist?!”

Yurio froze, turned to face Yuuri head on and asked wide-eyed, “Manga or anime?”

“Both!” Yuuri grinned at Yurio who glanced to make sure no one was watching them.

“I’ve got the English dub of Brotherhood we can take to Japan,” he muttered quietly. Following Yurio’s lead, Yuuri did a quick visual sweep of the rink as well. “I’ve got the entire series of ’03 and Brotherhood, plus the manga,” he confided with a quiet smile.

They became so caught up in talking about the antics of the Elric brothers they both failed to notice when Yakov finally quit yelling at Victor to notice neither of them were skating.

“Yuri! Katsuki! Why are neither of you skating?” Yakov yelled at them balefully, earning startled jumps from both younger men.

Victor skated past, blowing a kiss at Yuuri before turning to continue working on his program. Mila had been standing next to Georgi watching the two Yuris with a small smile on her face.

“I don’t care what Yurotchka says, he likes the other Yuuri,” she told Georgi quietly.

Georgi hmmed quietly while texting his new girlfriend. “Those two will have to keep themselves occupied for a while until Victor is up to Yakov’s standards. It’s good to see Yuri not looking pissed off all the time,” he said with a glance over at the two who were now working on step sequences.

~*~

Victor had to fly out before the Yuris with the Russia figure skating team, and the god of skating was not handling being parted from his fiancé well. He held Yurri’s hand until boarding was called, then had Yuuri stand next to him in the line until the plane actually started boarding. Mila thought the two were terribly cute, but Yurio was ready to pull his hair out. He kept seeing the glances other people were throwing their way and was beside himself trying not to scream at those other people. It was none of their business what his family members did as long as they kept their clothes on. And there was no alcohol in the vicinity so Victor and Yuuri wouldn’t be getting naked anytime soon. Why the fuck couldn’t people just leave them alone to say their goodbyes?

Yuuri saw the line beginning to move and pulled Victor’s hand to his mouth to kiss his ring one last time. The platinum haired man couldn’t quite hide the look on his face as Yuuri stepped back and smiled at him. Yakov threw a supportive arm over Victor’s shoulders and nodded at Yuuri. “We’ll be in touch,” Yakov added as he pushed Victor forward.

Yuuri waited until Victor had gone far enough down the boarding ramp that he could no longer see Yuuri before turning to walk over to Yurio.

“How long do you think before he texts you?” Yurio asked.

Yuuri smiled tiredly and said, “Right about…now.” His phone was vibrating with an alert.

“Well we’ve got another day and a half before our flight. Want to watch some FMA before ballet practice?” Yurio was satisfied he didn’t sound too eager.

Yuuri texted Victor back before nodding and smiling. “That sounds great. Thanks, Yurio.”

Yurio side-eyed the older skater before clearing his throat. “If you want I can stay at Victor’s place tonight. We could binge some FMA tonight and then you can pack after I leave in the morning. We’re gonna have to hit the ice tomorrow and then fly out in the afternoon, but we have time to watch some if you want.”

A knowing look crossed Yuuri’s face, but he made sure to keep looking straight ahead and not at the boy walking next to him. “I don’t want to trouble you…”

Yurio made a face out of the windows they passed on the way back to the front of the airport. “Nah it’s good. Lilia would just have me do stupid stuff if I stayed with her. Besides, no one else around here knows anything about FMA.”

Yuuri smiled and looked down at his phone to text Victor. “We can do that.”

Yuuri: Yurio is trying to distract me so I won’t be upset tonight.

Victor: Yakov is doing the same thing. This sucks.

Victor: Are you sure I can’t make my comeback next year?

Yuuri: Our deal was we both skate.

Victor: Yah, I know. It still sucks.

Yuuri: It sucks right now. But I’ll get to go with you to European

Championships and then we’ll compete at the Four Continents.

Yuuri: It will be worth it. And you will kiss my gold medal.

Victor: Can we skype tonight?

Yuuri: Of course we can. Try to get some sleep on the plane.

Yuuri threw a glance at Yurio as they exited the airport and walked over to the parking garage where Lilia would pick them up. “Victor wants to skype later, but the FMA watch sounds great.”

Yurio stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “He’s going to be a pain in the ass this whole time. You know that, right?”

Yurri grinned. “Who would have thought Victor would be the one who pines in our relationship?” he teased.

Yurio snorted. “Oh, my God, you should have seen him after the banquet last year. Wouldn’t shut up about you. Kept looking at all the pics on his phone at practice. Yakov threatened to break it once when Victor was being melodramatic. It’s a damn good thing Yuuko’s girls put that video of you online or I would’ve had to come get you or something.”

Yuuri turned his head to hide his quiet laugh. Yurio grinned up at him for a moment before Lilia pulled up. “Come on Katsudon, time to get a few things before we fly out.”

~*~

Yuuri was surprised to admit to himself that tonight had been fun. He did miss Victor, but ballet and hanging out with Yurio had been great. And this was good practice for how the next few months would be, because he and Victor had gotten spoiled by spending all his training time together. Yuuri had set his laptop up on the far end of the couch so that when Victor Skyped him he’d know.

The app woke up and began the ringing notification that a new call was coming in. Yurio glanced over and muttered, “I’m surprised he waited this long.”

Yuuri grabbed his laptop and brought it over so both he and Yurio could wave at a glum looking Victor. “Hi, Victor. Did you just get in?”

Victor’s tired eyes looked them both over. “Yes, Yakov put us in a room together because he’s worried about me. He’s out finishing dinner with Mila and Georgi, but I wasn’t that hungry so I came back early.”

Yuuri and Yurio exchanged glances. “Victor, you have to eat,” Yuuri said quietly.

Victor sent him a shadow of his normal smile. “I made myself eat something, Yuuri. I wouldn’t be a good coach to you if I didn’t take care of myself, now would I?”

Yuuri worried his bottom lip while Yurio leaned into the screen. “I’m making sure Katsudon doesn’t implode, but that means you have to hold up your end Victor. No alcohol this trip, yeah? You’ll see each other in about a week, it’ll be fine.”

Victor left off from looking over Yuuri’s face to look at Yurio. “Thank you for helping us, Yuri. It means a lot.”

Yurio immediately blushed and looked away, grumbling in Russian. Yuuri sent him a smile before picking up the laptop and heading into Victor’s bedroom. “I’ll be back in a bit, Yurio,” he called over his shoulder.

Closing the door behind him, Yuuri walked over to Victor’s bed. He sat down with his back against the backboard. “I miss you,” he said softly to the beautiful man looking at him from the screen.

Tiredly, Victor smiled at him before tilting his head into his palm. Victor had set his laptop up on the desk in his hotel room and was sitting down in front of it. “If I’d known how hard this would be I would have just retired from amateur skating and gone straight into professional competitions. Is this really so important to you?” Victor asked quietly.

“Yes, but if not if it’s going to make you miserable,” Yuuri answered. He swallowed and smiled a bit ruefully. “I think we got spoiled in Hasetsu getting to spend all that time together.”

Victor’s smile brightened a bit. “It wasn’t only Hasetsu, Yuuri,” he practically purred.

Getting Yuuri to blush had been Victor’s goal, and with that accomplished he relaxed a bit. “I love you,” he said quietly to the man who’d come to mean so very much to him. He’d agreed to come back to amateur figure skating simply because it meant so very much to Yuuri. Now they were going to have to find a way to make the time apart work for them.

“I love you, too, Vitya,” Yuuri whispered. “We’ll get to see each other again in about a week and we can stay here in your apartment before the European Championships. I can’t wait to get back here and spend time with you in your home.”

Victor sent him a mildly scolding look. “Yuuri my home is wherever you are. But it will be nice to have you at the apartment with me. Is Yurio keeping you entertained?”

“He’d never admit it, but we’ve been having a blast,” Yuuri said with a grin. “There’s this anime we both really like that we’re going to take with us when we go to the Japan nationals so we can rewatch it. And I think Lilia and Minako are going to have us keep working on ballet while we’re there. They both seem to think Yurio is more focused with me around.”

“Well that’s because he respects you, darling. He sees you get hyper-focused and feels like he needs to do the same. And don’t tell him I said this, but Yurio is so very jealous of your stamina. You can practice for much longer periods of time than he can.” Victor paused to watch Yuuri process that before seeing the wicked glint in Yuuri’s eyes.

“He’s not the only one who appreciates my stamina,” Yuuri stated in a low voice, just to see Victor’s pupils dilate. Which they did because how could they not when his Yuuri spoke in such a way to him?

There was a noise behind Victor, who immediately began to pout. “Yakov’s back,” he said sourly. “I’ll try calling you tomorrow, or would you rather call me?”

Yuuri considered as they’d both be practicing tomorrow. “How about I text you and see if you’re at a point where we can talk?”

“Yes, I think Yakov would appreciate that,” Victor said with an emphatic glance over his shoulder. “Good night, Yuuri.” He kissed the ring on his finger before reaching out to place his hand on the image of Yuuri on his laptop.

Yuuri swallowed as he’d gotten a bit teary at the image of Victor kissing his ring. “Good night, Victor. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He waited until Victor had moved his hand to lean forward and place a kiss on his computer screen. Victor sent an equally watery smile his way before signing off.

With a bit of a sniffle, Yuuri signed out of his Skype account and turned off his laptop. Making his way back into the living room, he met Yurio’s questioning glance. “Victor okay?” Yurio asked.

Yuuri sighed and sat down on the couch with him. “He will be. This is tougher than I thought it would be on him.”

Yurio looked up at the television before side-eyeing Yuuri. “And you? Are you okay?”

Yuuri looked down at the ring on his finger before nodding. “I miss him, but I’m doing okay. Was he really so lonely before he became my coach?”

Yurio pursed his mouth in thought. “Victor doesn’t let people in easily. He doesn’t have many friends because he sold his soul to the ice years ago, and most people can’t stand to be around someone so devoted to it. You make friends much easier than he does, you know. I think you’ve helped him with that. As far as I know the only skater besides the Russian team Victor spoke with was Christophe Giacometti. There really wasn’t room for him to make friends when he was busy reinventing himself every season.”

The blond turned to look him in the eye. “I can tell you this now because I know how much he means to you. Part of the reason I came to Hasetsu in the first place was to protect Victor. I was pissed off at him because he’d fucked off and left all of us, but he had been so miserable I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt him. And I wanted to see where you trained, too. So, it all worked out. And now we’re all training together, so the rest of this year is going to be awesome once you can both figure out how to stop pining.”

While Yuuri blinked at the boy sitting next to him, said boy turned to start another episode of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. “And if you tell anyone I said all that I will kick your ass, Katsudon.”

Yuuri sat for a few minutes processing what Yurio had just told him before getting up to get some of the snacks they’d bought earlier. Silently handing some of the chips Yurio had picked out over to him, Yuuri said quietly, “We’re lucky to have you here, Yurio.”

The tips of the boy’s ears went red, but all he said was, “Whatever. Just get a medal at nationals.”

#Yuri on ice fanfic #Fullmetal alchemist spoilers #inspired by bysoti #established relaptionship #Families can be chosen #teen shenanigans #mutual pining

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