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britishchick09 · 3 years

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sherlock s2 ep 1 livewatch

welcome to a new (cumber)batch of eps! i’m excited to see all the iconic moments in this one :D

i haven’t even played the dvd yet and it’s glorious :’)

ooh it starts with a ‘previously’!!!

JIM MOIARTY HIIII!!!! :D

moiarty is amazing (and this recap is so dramatic!)

OMG SHERLOCK NECK FRECKLE! :o

also seeing the old channel 8 logo in the corner is so cool! :D

HOLD UP why is bee gees playing

IS MOIARTY A BEE GEES FAN???

‘staying alive’ lol funny since he’s about to get shot :D

moiarty: “SAY THAT AGAIN!!!!!” say that again QUIETER MOIARTY GEEZ

and he just walks away!!!

shoe sherlock cool

sherlock 2 NOW

oh no it’s irene alder...

masterpiece INTRO YAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

me watching sherlock be like:

the masterpiece trust is just rich people cool

omg the viking river cruises spon is the same as today! :D

woah they’re playing a movie trailer! :o

it’s a british movie obviously and i’ve never heard of it OBVIOUSLY

the scottish host guy is talking and i love it :D

host: “his mind has more apps than an iphone” lol

“a series of his three most famous cases begins! are you ready?” HECK YEAH LET’S GOOOO!!!!!!

YAS the blog scene!

sherlock: “what are you typing?” john: “a blog... about us”

lady: “i think my husband is having an affair.” sherlock: “yes”

sherlock thinks cases are boring except

sherlock ‘cases don’t need titles’ holmes

WOAH SHERLOCK JUST TOLD A LITTLE GIRL THAT DEAD PEOPLE BURN :o

lestrade: “any ideas?” john: “eight so far” wowza :o

sherlock ‘don’t mention the unsolved cases’ holmes

glasseslock!!!!! :D

eyyyyyyyy ;D

people want pics of sherlock and john do johnlockers exist in this universe? :o

lol :D

irene is seductively putting her hand on lockie’s newspaper pic ewww :(

mrs. hudson hates the fridge

THUMBS IN THE FRIDGE FRIDGE THUMBS

mrs. hudson: “BOYS YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!!’ *insert meme here*

ooh it spins into a flashback!

OMG JOHNLOCK VID CHAT!!!!

sherlock’s in the sheet! :o

*phone rings* sherlock: SHUT. UP!!!!” lol :D

john’s holding his laptop around lol :D

john: ‘there’s a mute button and i will use it” aka the 2020 president debates

woah some random guys are in lockie’s house and john needs a helicopter what’s up with that????

BUCKINGHAM PALACE YAAAASSS!!!!!!!

john looks under...

giggly!!!!!

♥

mycroft is the queen now

BOI LOCKIE’S LIKE ‘what for?’ TO PUT PANTS ON OMMGGGGGGG

john smol be like :o

guy: “mr holmes the younger”

LOCK BUTT LOCK BUTT NOOOOOOO

john be like o///o ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

o lockie’s’s in clothes again :/

mycroft doesn’t trust the secret service welcome to america

i don’t like irene not because there’s apparently a thing between her and sherlock but because she’s a bit creepy!

THERE LIKE THAT!

sherlock: “photographs of whom?” ooh how fancy

sherlock: “laters!!” lol! :D

irene’s friend is named kate like channel 8 being called ‘kaet’! :D

fashionista! :o

yes this is ‘the right armor’ lockie

john: “you didn’t even change your clothes!” lol :D

sherlock: “go on punch me in the face” lol :D

watson: “i always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you’re speaking in subtext” ...wut o_O

WORST BATTLE DRESS EVER NNNOPE IMMA HEAD OUT

are sherlock and irene being shipped because they were naked in the same up

irene: “i could cut myself slapping your face” louise belcher wants your number

bi john when he sees irene: o///o “...i’ve missed something haven’t i?”

sherlock isn’t affected by naked irene thus i headcanon him as aro/ace (or even demi/ace in john’s case like my own holmes character) thank you and good night

irene just sits her bare butt on the chair why

JOHN SISTER NANI???? :o

also this font is so basic WHY LOCKIE

irene: “somebody loves you” *glances at john* ok i like her a tad she gets it ;)

john: “put something on, please. like.. a napkin?” lol :D

irene’s like ‘why’ JUS LIKE SHERLOCK BUT I SHALL NOT SHIP THIS SHIP THE SHOW IS TRYING TO SHIP

also john giggles at naked sherlock and is like ‘plz no’ with naked irene (although i would be too that lady is OUT THERE)

ooh antiques roadshow! :D

also she’s dressed like lockie NO

irene: “brainy is the new sexy” plz no :(

she took her clothes off ‘to make an impression’ yep

WAIT they were just outside now they’re back in wut???

irene was born in the 80s cool :D

WOAH why are there more guy with guns?

and *le gasp* AN AMERICAN????

DON’T SHOOT JOHN AMERICAN!!!

ooh what was the code? :o

EPIC SLOW MO FIGHT YOOOOOO

DANNNNG IRENE JUS GUN SMACKED A GUY

sherlock just flipped a phone LIKE A FLIP PHONE OHHHH

irene is number 1 sherlock fan besides john confirmed

at first i thought it was a fandom phrase but it’s not! :o

WHY DID IRENE JUST PUNCH SHERLOCK

SHE’S WHIPPING HIM????

this reminds me of a certain sw ship... :(

yeah i don’t ship them AT ALLLLLL NOW

the key code is irene’s measurements DOES SHE MEAN...

the camera’s spinning FLASHBACK???

woah are they in the case?? this could be sherlock’s mind palace!

irene: “you got that just from one look? definitely the new sexy” NONONONONOO

outside bed

awww sweet bby ;)

did john tuck him in?

CRAP it was ireneeeeee >:(

the way she says ‘hush now it’s ok...’ is like count olaf in the hostile hospital when he drugs violet :o

LOCKIE’S FIRST WORDS WHEN WAKING UP WHERE JOHN awwww :D

OMG DID JOHN REALLY TUCK HIM IN awwww!!!!!!! ♥

lestrade filmed loopy sherlock lol :D

john: “ahhh back to bed!” awww :)

sherlock: “iiii’m fine i’m absolutely fine!!!’ drugged sherlock is a treasure ♥

sherlock: ”why would i need you?” john: “no reason at all” :)

ew was that an irene phone moan gross

DID SHERLOCK CHANGE HIS TEXT NOTIF TO THAT???

mrs. hudson: “family is all we have in the end, mycroft holmes!” mycroft: “oh shut up, mrs. hudson!” john: “my-“ sherlock: “MYCROFT!!!!” lol :D

mrs. hudson: “it’s a bit rude that noise isn’t it?” indeed!!

sherlock: “you can follow her on twitter” TWITTER IN THE HOLMESVERSE????

sherlock: “there’s more! much more” but wait... THERE’S MORE!

LOCKIE VIOLIN!!!!! :D

THE CHRISTMAS THING WASN’T A FAN MANIP HOLY YAS!!!!!!!! :D

cool sweater john!!! :D

molly: ‘having christmas drinkies then?” wallace wants walkies thank you very much

john: “she’s off the booze!” sherlock: “nnnope” john: “shut up sherlock” lol

john to sherlock: ‘take a day off” lockie doesn’t know the concept mr doc

DID SHERLOCK NAME MOLLY CRY???? :o

HE KISSED HER????

sherlock still has the irene moan after all this time WHY

finding irene on christmas coolio :D

molly: “how did sherlock recognize her by... without her face?” ;)

sherlock smoking bad >:(

WOAH IS IRENE DEAD?????

VIOLIN YAS!!!! :D

smiley smiley :)

awww sherlock plucked a bit :)

OH CRAP IRENE’S BACC

john: “you flirted with sherlock holmes? “someone jellyyyy ;)

OOHH THIS IS THE IRENE JOHNLOCK SCEEENE!!!!!!! :D

irene: “you jealous?” john: “we’re not a couple!” irene: “yes you are.” ;)

john: “i’m not actually gay” irene: “well i am” IRENE LESBIAN GOOD!!!!

irene: “look at us both” (or perhaps bi like john could be...?)

biiiiiig door creak

UGH american... >:(

someone comfort mrs. hudson!! :(

sherlock: “take away your boys. it makes up for too much stupid in the room” he’s surrounded by idiots...

OMG SHERLOCK PEPPER SPRAYYY

awww he’s comforting mrs. hudson :)

john comfort! ♥

the guy’s tied up like the foody moody in bob’s burgers cool :D

awww mrs. hudson’s in shock :(

sherlock: “mrs. hudson leaving baker street? england would fall!” awww! :D

john says ‘alive’ like an irish guy :D

OMG IT’S NEW YEAR!!!!

happy violin new year! :D

sherlock’s xraying a phone lol

john said ‘in your bedroom’ BUT IT’S HIS AND SHERLOCK’S

and irene’s! :o

sherlock: “who wants to kill you?” irene: “killers” lol :D

sherlock said ‘the strand’!!!! :D

irene looks better without lipstick :)

the code is ‘i am SHERlocked’ HOW DO THEY NOT KNOW???

random john middle name reveal lol :D

FOR BABY NAMES NOOOO

john’s is hamish and eugene’s (from tangled) is hoarace... it’s the weird h middle name club! :D

sesame street time :D

...what in the world did sherlock just spout

john said ‘flight double o 7′ JAMES BOND REFERENCE????

MYCROFT IS SAYING ‘BOND ERE IS GO’ yep that’s bond!!!

sherlock didn’t notice john was gone for 2 hours lol :D

ooh sherlock says ‘second world war’ instead of ‘world war two’ :o

NONONONONNONONONONNOOOOOOOOO

sherlock: “that’s not the end of the world, that’s mrs. hudson” lol :D

mycroft: “that’s the deceased, always late” hey yeah :o

WOAH HE JUST CALLED SHERLOCK NAIVE AND IRENE A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS :o

oh hey irene

irene: “jim moiarty sends his love” ha ha funny love :D

WAIT MOIARTY CALLS SHERLOCK A VIRGIN??? :o

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS NOOOOO

bada bing BADA BOOM!!!!!!!!!

wowza it’s been 6 months since they met???

sherlock: “sorry about dinner” *leaves* yesss :)

i’m glad they didn’t kiss and just held hands that was nice to make johnlock dreams fly :)

OMG IRENE LEGIT DIED THIS TIME BY BEHEADING!!!!! :o

john told sherlock she was in amurica good :)

lockie wants her camera phone aww :(

way better than any hand holding irene and sherlock did! ♥

awww irene texted sherlock goodbye :(

ew the irene moan one last time...

sherlock laughed and called her ‘a woman... the woman’ awww :)

that was a bittersweet ending! :)

aaaand it’s over!

next time... ;)

that was a great season premiere!!! irene was kind of cool (i like how she and sherlock were just friends) and the mystery was engaging as always. and of course... it was nice finally hearing lockie’s violin!! here’s to next time! :D

#livewatch #these always take forever but they're fun!

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bluejaytaco · 4 years

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More DND with Jay

(long post is long)

(A session where Ticket Master; our chaotic god friend(?) transported us into another world where shit ain’t so bad. And our team actually works for BBEG. Also, he transported us while he himself fought BBEG. We’re trying to retrieve a sword for him.)

Alternate selves: (See us) who are you guys?

Art(panicking): We’re the improv group!

DM: Is that really what you’re going with?

Me: guess so....

Everyone else: (agreeing that Art’s panic induced call is the way to go)

Me: You know what? Imma try to seduce myself.

Koejin’s player: (gasp) yessss!

(low roll)

DM:.... Alright. So, Art goes up to himself and feels like they just had a moment, leans in to kiss himself and the other Art backs up and says “whoa whoa whoa. What the fuck are you doing? I mean, I’m pretty sure I can do better than me.”

Art: I mean.... fair...?

Koejin: Holy Shit, their Art’s an asshole!

DM: No, this is completely in character for both. Art hates himself.

Me, nodding: hardcore.

DM: So, after asking you guys all your jobs, the coordinator leads you all down the hall. He stops, turns to Art, and... kisses him on the cheek. It’s Ticket Master.

Art, exasperated: For fuck’s sake....

Ticket Master, grinning: Did I trick you?

Art: Yeah, you did.

Ticket Master: Well, now you guys have to put on that performance. Good luck! (vanishes)

Theodora, sick of his shit: So, how’s that fight going with Mrs. Red?!

DM: A piece of the ceiling breaks off and hits Theodora right in the head.

Theodora, unfazed: Oh, not good, eh?!

Art: ....fuck just... please don’t die...

(We ended up corrupting that world’s Hennessy, who then turned and attacked Ticket Master with the sword. That only opened the portal to our home on Ticket Master himself. Art gets thrown through when he tries to stop Eltbalm from attacking Red. Eltbalm then gets put in a “cube of holding” Alabaster’s been carrying and everyone else jumps through the portal after shouting for Good Mrs. Red to follow us to get Eltbalm back.

Before she can jump through the portal too, Mrs. Red gets her head cut off by a force we didn’t see and the portal closes. Our Mrs. Red is still pissed and still ready to kill us all.)

Ticket Master, freezing time to reappear right before Art gets fucked up: Alright, now if you want me to reverse time so you can save that clearly dead girl (gestures to Art’s sister laying on the ground) you need to give me my sword. After that, you never have to see me again.

Alabaster: (Standing tall and defiant)

Art: givehimtheswordgivehimtheswordgivehimtheswordgivehimthefuckingsword.

Theodora: Don’t do it, Alabaster...

Ticket Master: Look, I just want my damn sword. Give it to me and I’ll be on my way.

Art:.... Alabaster, please....

Alabaster: (Deep sigh and a pained look to Art) Here... (tosses the cube to Ticket Master.)

DM: Ticket Master pops the sword out of the cube and straps it to his back. With a quick snap of his fingers, everything is back to the way it was right before Mrs. Red burst into the cabin. Everything’s still frozen but Rieta is still alive and in one piece. He looks at all of you, tips his hat, and disappears.

(This is definitely something we won’t regret.... And I highly doubt the relationship between Art and Alabaster will be exploited in any way shape or form.)

Art, to General Green once he’s back: So.... sorry about my memories and all...

Green, possibly remembering the whole Ticket Master thing: (grunts)

(Later, he makes it verrrrry clear he has no faith or trust in Art. He blatantly states this to Alabaster.)

Me, singing: Nobody trusts Art, nobody trusts Art.

Alabaster’s Player: Except Alabaster, who met Art before anyone else and immediately imprinted on him like a baby duck.

Me: lol true.

(Art gets into a little fight with Ticket Master and pretty much sleeps with the first woman who shows interest; a bartender in the tavern owned by our leader.)

DM: So, Art; as you’re having sex with Shia, her eyes go pitch black and start oozing. She then starts to attack you. What do you do?

Me: ....uhhh, scream. Loudly and a lot.

Everyone else: (rolls to see if they can hear Art.)

Theodora: Did you hear that? Sounded like Art.

Koejin: How do you know it’s him just by a scream?

Theodora: How do you not? All Art does is scream.

Me: Hah, yeah....

DM: Everyone bursts into the room to see Art in a corner just screaming “dude, dude, dude, dude!” Shia is pissed off and points at him, then yells out “You will never get answers out of me!” Just before she attacks him, the wall breaks down and Rieta comes bursting through. The two of them starts to fight and break through to the outside. They make their way down the hole where the giant worm popped out before.

Everyone:.....

Theodora:.... What just happened?

Art:.... I am never having sex ever again...

(Hennessy runs downstairs in a faux panic to get everyone out of the bar.)

Thia: What’s going on?! What do you mean we’re under attack?!

Hennessy: Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just your employee turned out to be evil. You really should do a proper background check!

Art, coming down the stairs: Yeah, sorry. I think I turned your bartender evil...

Thia, eyeing Art: It’s okay. Would you mind putting on some pants?

Art, forgetting he was naked: Shit, right. (runs back upstairs)

DM: Did no one check on the tiefling boy? (His name is also Art.)

Me: Yeah, I’m gonna check on Little Art after I put on pants.

DM: Okay, so Art gets dressed and sees the boy sitting on the bed in the other room. He looks at Art and says “What happened? Where’d Mom go?”

Art:... Um, your mom went to take care of something. I’m also gonna go take care of something. We’ll be back soon, okay? You stay here and stay safe.

DM: The boy nods and settles back into the bed as you leave.

Alabaster’s player: so wait, this is Art’s...?

Me: Nephew, yeah.

Alabaster’s Player: Awww, Uncle A!

(Running gag in our campaign: If we roll really high on analyzing something that doesn’t need that much detail, the DM will overdo it. By like a lot. It’s most common when rolling on a door to make sure we’re not stepping into a trap.)

DM: So, you analyze the door and notice the knob is made of a beautiful brass. (goes on and on and on about the doorknob.) oh, also, the rest of the door is made up of gnome skulls...

Me: Feel like the gnome skulls were more important than the doorknob.

DM: fuck you.

In game:

Art, the one who checked this door:....um (looks at Wreybar; the gnome barbarian).... maybe they’re human... baby skulls? (DM: Roll deception on...yourself??)

Koejin: How is that any better?!

(Party is in the dungeon. Alabaster could not join us for this particular session. We find a gnome who is a part of Wreybar’s backstory. His name is Hector. He is being pulled around by air elementals.)

Me: Can I try to grab Hector before they can drag him back to the barrels?

DM: Roll for it (Cue shitty roll) So, Art tries to grab Hector but then trips over a rock and falls flat on his face.

Hennessy: Air elementals are always trying to get something and don’t stop until they have it.

Wreybar and Art(In unison): Looks like they’re trying to get a Hector (Both gasp and look at each other) Eyyyyyyyy! (finger guns)

Me: Wreybar and Art are having a moment

Wreybar’s player: (laughs)

Koejin:(Having dealt with air elementals before) So, we need to get all the oxygen out of the room.

Hennessy: (eyes the barrels of gun powder in the corner) I have an idea. (makes a copy of Hector for the elementals as Theodora grabs the real Hector. Everyone runs for the door we came through and Hennessy throws a fireball at the door then slams it shut.)

DM: Remember, the door is made of brittle bones.

Theodora: I put up my shield for everyone to hide behind.

DM: So, the flames bellow around the shield. Art, you stick your head up and come back down a second later.

Art: (the only one who’s fireproof) Yep, that’s fire!

DM: (going on and on about the next door and the history of its wood and the doorknob, which had a dent in it from a kid who was then verbally abused by his mother and grew up to be an accountant. It took five minutes to explain.)

Koejin, fascinated by the door she checked: wow... this door has some history...

Art: Huh, there’s a dent in the knob. Wonder where that came from...

Koejin: Well, let me tell you! (retells the story to an awestruck Art)

DM: So, at the end of one hall, you all see a body slumped against the wall wearing armor and holding a sword.

Theodora: I call out to the person.

DM: There’s no response.

Me: Okay, I want to investigate the body.

DM: How close are you getting?

Me: Uhhh.... like... ten feet? I don’t want to get too close.

DM: Okay, so you move closer and check it out to see that he is very dead.

Me: Okay, I’m going for the sword and armor. (Rolls a decent Slight of Hand)

DM: So, you go to pry the sword out of the hand and it just opens for you. Then, you go for the armor and his head pops up. His eye sockets look into your eyes and he says “oi! What you think you’re doing?!” He’s undead.

Art: (Still holding the guy by the armor) Oh.... uhhhh. Just... taking your stuff...

Undead guy: Like Hell you are! (DM: He goes to headbutt you and (Rolls)...dammit! His head falls off!)

Art: (watches the head roll away) Yeah, I’m taking it.

Undead guy: Oi! Stop it! (DM: He prepares to punch you in the face and (rolls) Fuck! His arm falls off!!)

(A series of failures later)

Koejin: (to Theodora) Can we keep him?

(His name is Skelly and he wants to kill gnomes. Hector in particular. But it’s okay; Hector’s a douche who’s trying to kill Wreybar. We promised him Hector and a world of adventure if he helps us... Our DM gave us actual NPC children and our party adopted a skeleton named Skelly who wants to go on adventures because he’s never seen anything other than that hallway.)

DM: It’s getting late. Do you guys wanna keep playing? I could wrap it up here with a cliffhanger.

Koejin’s player: Yeah, might as well. If we keep going, Alabaster might end up a little too lost. We’ve already got a lot to explain.

DM: Okay so, Theodora. You open the door to the room with the void. Inside, you see a floating map and a key. But you also see something else. A portal you’ve seen many times before. You know by sight, it’s a Ticket Master portal. But the person who steps through is wearing a wizard hat. You see it’s Hennessy from the alternate universe. His eyes are blacked over.

Hennessy B: (smile) Hello... friends.

DM: From the portal, you can see hands. It’s all of your hands and they are pulling themselves through.

Theodora: uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... (roll credits)

Hennessy’s player: seems like things are coming back to bite us.

Koejin’s player: huh.... it’s almost like our actions have consequences...

#adventures of art the bard #dnd #bard #ranger #cleric #wizard #paladin #barbarian #homebrew #homebrew characters #long post #adopting npcs #Art's dex rolls are either spectacular performances or falling flat on his face there is no in between #there's so much more that I wanna post but these are some of the highlights #the explosion was the night's play of the game #shut up jay

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sunriseverse · 4 years

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Hello! Would you be willing to write this promtp? "If Hermann wanted to dance around the subject then Newt could do the goddamn tango. But he was still going to get his way today."

it’s fluff hours eyyyyyyyy

“I love you,” Newt says; half drunk on adrenaline and high off of nearly dying too fucking many times; clings to Hermann like a limpet.

Hermann turns; arm still thrown around his shoulder; tight; blinks. “Oh!” he says; after a moment, and flounders; eyes bright. “Oh!” again. “Well,” he licks his lips. “Er. Perhaps we ought to revisit this issue tomorrow, when we’re both less—” He stops, looking to Newt.

Newt blinks back; laughs, then. “Yeah, probably,” he agrees; and that’s the last they say of it.

They go back to Newt's rooms; they're closer, really, so it makes sense; they're both dead-tired and kinda out of it a little bit. A lot a bit. Some.

Hermann's leaning against him heavily; grip on his cane white-knuckled as well. "I should go back to mine," Hermann mutters; half-muffled into his neck.

"It's late," Newt protests.

"I really ought to," Hermann insists; gaze heavy on Newt's; leaning, evermore strongly, into him.

"Stay," Newt says; "it's past three in the morning."

"Newton," Hermann says; exasperated; and tilts his head to catch Newt's lips; tired and sloppy. "Now shush," he says, breaking away; "goodnight." And with that, he detaches himself from Newt and disappears down the hallway.

Newt stands, stock-still, wondering what the hell just happened, and more awake than he's been in days.

He’s pretty sure he imagined it, honestly, waking up in the morning, the scent of blood fresh on his memory—and his skin—, and the unnatural quiet that’s probably from a good portion of the shatterdome personnel tending to hangovers from a night spent celebrating the world not ending.

After all, in what world would Hermann Gottlieb kiss Newton Geiszler?

None. The answer is none.

Still; the memory of it, clumsy and nearly without thought, sticks with him; sends his hands skittering against the grain of the welding joining the metal of the table into one; thick and gravy even through his gloves.

Hermann’s not in yet.

Newt’s mind churns with possibilities; of thoughts of Hermann, laying facedown on the floor, passed out because something happened; worse, yet, the thought that he may be dead because of the Drift—the Drift with Newt!

The thought chills Newt's blood.

He casts a look around the lab; peels off his gloves—

The door creaks open. "Newton," Hermann greets; calmly as ever. "Where is my chalk?"

Newt glances over at the other's boards. "Uh..." he stops. "You're running late," he says; instead of I was worried about you, because that sounds too—something he's not willing to acknowledges just now.

"I overslept my alarm," Hermann says; strides over to his desk. "Ah!" he exclaims, after a moment; pulls out a new box of chalk. "Oh—"

"Last night," Newt blurts out, without thinking, because, quite fucking frankly, he can barely think about anything else right now.

Hermann's gaze locks with his; for a moment, flashing something unrecognisable. "Yes, well, I'm sure it was a—lapse of judgement," he says, "now, if you'd excuse me, I do still have work to attend to, even if we're no longer about to die in a kaiju attack."

And that's that; a dismissal—or, it would be, if Newt couldn't see (and feel, thanks, Drift bleed, lovely sensation there) the slight tightening around Hermann's lips; the way his eyes shadow; pain, but not physical. And, you know, he's spent a decade with the dude—now that he's put together the signs, he can't exactly unsee it.

He doesn't want to unsee it, either; though Hermann seems to think he does.

"Hermann," he tries again, but the scrape of chalk cuts him off; deliberate, Newt knows; because that's who Hermann is; he'll do practically anything to avoid a conversation he's uncertain the outcome of; and the thing is—hell, most days, Newt would be right up there with him, avoiding it, but—

He doesn't fucking want to. Not today; not so soon after they almost just died.

If Hermann wants to dance around the subject then Newt can do the goddamn tango. But he is still going to get his way today.

"Hermann," he says; slaps his gloves down on the table and strides over to the other's ladder. "Hermann!"

"What?" Hermann snaps, peevishly.

"You and I need to talk, dude," Newt says; meets his gaze head-on. Hermann snaps his gaze off towards the floor almost instantaneously; no longer writing, his fingers fidget with the chalk. "Look, I know I'm not usually the sort of person to, uh, be very aware of myself, let alone anyone else, but—"

"Whatever it is," Hermann interrupts, "I'd appreciate if you refrained from pushing against my ladder."

"Oh!" Newt exclaims; pulls back, sheepishly. "Uh. Sorry. Anyway, I was saying—I'm not fucking blind, Herms—I know you kissed me last night, and I know you meant it.”

"I..." Hermann stops; jaw working; thinking, Newt knows. Will he face the facts? Or will he continue to pretend like there's nothing between the two of them—that his feelings aren't there as much as Newt's are? If he does, Newt'll respect it—of course he will; he's not a dick; if Hermann doesn't want anything to come of it, then fine; but at least he'd like Hermann to acknowledge it.

Finally, he says, "Well—I suppose you've caught me out."

Newt laughs; high, a bit on edge. "Caught you out," he repeats, "dude, you kissed me after I told you I was maybe kinda in love with you!"

Hermann flushes; ears going red. "I wasn't thinking straight," he says defensively.

"Uh, you could say that," Newt huffs; ignores Hermann's glare. "Anyway, what's the verdict, doc?"

"Well—" Hermann pauses; sets his chalk down and steps down until he's level with Newt. "Well," he says; again, glancing Newt over; one hand gripping against the side of the ladder for support, "I'd rather like to kiss you again, if you don't mind, Newton."

Newt squeaks. "I—no," he sputters, "I, uh—no, I really don't mind."

Hermann smiles; relief, Newt realises; he was more anxious than he let on. "Alright," he says, "come here, Newton."

Newt does; steps up closer, until they're less than an arm's length apart. Hermann reaches out with his free hand to tilt Newt's head up; leans forward, kissing him softly; hand drifting down to rest over his heart. "Is that verdict enough for you?" he asks, after a moment.

Newt grins; wide. "Love you too, Herms," he says.

#newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newmann #pacific rim #fanfic #it was a toss-up but we landed on fluff #so have this #getting together #first kiss #spinecorset writes

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blackcatsims · 4 years

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Get To Know Me Tag <3

I was tagged by @tabbyrhsims4simblr and @racingllama in a couple of different get to know me tag type games, so I decided to respond with this hybrid by racing llama <3 which includes all the questions I was asked! Thanks for the tags guys, they made my day!!

Name / Nickname : Alexandria/Alex

Height : It’s technically 170cm but I’m immature as fuck so I’m gonna go on record and say that it’s actally 169 eyyyyyyyy

Zodiac sign : *adore delano voice* I’m a fucking Libra

Hobbies : Singing, gaming, patting my dog, yelling about feminist theory and treading my slow descent into madness

Favourite colours : Burgundy, plum and brown.

Favourite books : Harry Potter by some terrible white lady, The Slightly True Story of Cedar B. Hartley by Martine Murray, A Prayer For Owen Meany by John Irving, Animorphs by K.A. Applegate (FIGHT ME), The Ancient Future by Traci Harding, the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman, anything by Jacqueline Wilson but especially The Dare Game and The Illustrated Mum, Chasing After The Wind by Dale Harcombe and Saving Francesca by Melina Marchetta.

Last song listened to : Monday, Monday by the Mamas & the Papas

Inspiration for muse : In the context of this blog, I think my #1 muse would have to be Nola from my Blood Legacy. She’s inspired, as many of you know, by my grandmother - also named Nola.

Dream job : I’d love to be successful enough as a musician to be able to support my family financially, but not successful enough that I became famous. I can hear my therapist’s heart palpitations from here. I’ve actually had a few different dreams in my life so I can keep going! I used to dream of being the owner of a sex shop called “The Love Shack”. I would also love to own a witch shop. Reading tarot cards, drinking tea and being surrounded by candles and incense all day sounds pretty much like heaven to me. I could plug my band in the shop too! It’s all coming together! Haha.

Meaning behind your URL : I’ve answered this one quite a few times before but I never get tired of it! My Mum and I started this blog together back in 20...10??? At the time, my username on the Sims website was BlackWeb6 (that username dates back to when I was an emo kid in high school circa 2005!) and my mum’s username was AliCats. So, naturally, when we decided to start a tumblr blog together for our simming adventures, we named it BlackCatSims!

Cats or dogs? Dog person 100%, but I can appreciate cats. They cute.

YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? I kind of object to celebrity culture on principle but I must be a hypocrite because there’s heaps of famous musicians I borderline worship like Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse and Mama Cass. So I guess my answer is....normal celebrities? Mostly dead ones? With the exception of Hozier. He’s still alive last I checked. HE’S STILL ALIVE RIGHT?!?!?!

If you could live anywhere where would that be? Rarotonga.

Disney or DreamWorks? I guess I technically have to say Dreamworks since I’ve dedicated my heart and soul to She-Ra and the Princesses of Power??? I’ll have to take my anti-corporation rant elsewhere lest my hypocrisy continue to shine through.

Favorite childhood TV show? ALL ABOARD THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS!!!

The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020? What’s a movie?

Favorite book you read in 2019? Haha. Uhhh.....does reading Enya lyrics inside a CD insert count?

Marvel or DC? Which one do I hate more? Impossible to answer.

If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member? My fav Spice Girl was Feminism Ginger Spice

Night or Day? Day. I’m solar powered.

Favorite Pokémon? PONYTA FOREVER

Top bands: SO MANY AHHH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!! LET’S GO!!!!! *takes a deep breath* Crowded House, R.E.M., Stevie Nicks, Hozier, The Beatles, Nick Cave, Nick Drake, The Cranberries, Tracy Chapman, Eric Clapton, Janis Joplin, The Mamas & The Papas, The Seekers, Leonard Cohen (except his weird “put the pussy on a pedestal” shit like calm down suzanne), Simon & Garfunkel, David Bowie, Paul Kelly, Amy Winehouse, Evanescence (just slipping this one in here inconspicuously), Peter Paul & Mary, Ella Fitzgerald, Blondie (angry horny babe), Enya, Rasputina, Gin Wigmore, Snake River Conspiracy, Within Temptation, Nightwish (Tarja <3), Amy LaVere, t.A.T.u. (never forget the bitches who helped you realize your sexuality) and you know what they’re not real but I’m gonna end this list with one of my favourite bands of all time: JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS!!!!

Top movies: ^^^ Jerkin’! Tretorns are the new Adidas!

America or Europe? Well I’ve never been to America but I’ve seen pictures of that orange cheeto shit-stain ra(c/p)ist who has a lot of money and power for some reason so I’d like to stay as far away from that as possible because it makes me so scared to be alive that i have just decided I am definitely not going to talk about this here next question.

Tumblr or Twitter? Tumblr

Pro-choice or Pro-life? Pro-Choice because I’m not a misogynist or a large smelly poo.

Favorite YouTuber: definitely that band arty-rex they’re great

Favorite author? I dunno man. I haven’t read a book in a while. I like all the ones I listed earlier! I just haven’t read them in ... a while ....,,,,,

Tea or coffee? Both!!! Coffee when I really need to get moving and tea for every other occasion on the planet. Stubbed your toe? Cuppa tea! Found a penny on the street? Cuppa tea! Cuppa tea? Cuppa tea!

OTP? *takes long drag of cigarette* I haven’t heard that acronym in years....

22. Do you play an instrument/sing? Yep :) You can check out me and my Dad’s band on instagram or find us on youtube!

I hereby tag anybody who wants to do this, and @teekalu, @sulanisunrise, @kscriba, @kimmmygibbbler, @stretchskeleton, @ratboysims, @helloduckie, @pxelbeans aaaaaaand @onceuponasimblr <3 <3 <3

#personal #tag #tag meme #personal tag #get to know me tag

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onepunchmiss · 5 years

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OPM Live Blog s2e4

“The Metal Bat”

So I technically watched then episode the day after it aired and wrote this up but of course Tumblr was being sketchy and wouldn’t load anything I tried to post. So sorry this is super late but so without further delay ITS TIME FOR MY BOY. As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone caught up on both the manga and webcomic.

OOHHH!!! I just assumed we weren’t getting child garou’s backstory! This is such a good surprise and I love the old-timey feel of the footage. And his voice is adorable. Honestly I’m EXTREMELY surprised that Garou isn’t my favorite character, because we’re practically the same person. I have always been partial towards the villains of nearly every piece of media I consume. My entire main blog is pretty much dedicated to villains- Garou my trash son I feel for you and love and support you and agree with you deeply. I hope we keep getting all the little kid Garou flashbacks like this. Neat transition from the flash back to the present as well. I dig I dig. Man I just really love Garou’s voice.

YES MY TRASH SON YES WHERE YOU BELONG SHH ITS OK

Ok so we’re at the hero association meeting and my heart rate is skyrocketing because I know my boy is bout to make his big season 2 debut and I’m gonna flip hhhhhhhh

[screaming]

ok. Waganma sounds less annoying than I imagined. Also.

Look at him. I love him. Heads up every screen grab is probably gonna be Bat. He’s a delinquent but he’s a WELL MANNERED delinquent mind you. I like that the anime actually has him grab the plates out of their hands, too. OH MY GOD the ‘GIH-!” He does when Zenko calls him. Just. Perfection.

WAIT. I just realized we’re gonna get to see ZENKO SOON. [screaming]

“I am the one who should be crying”- Bat’s voice actor killed this line the serious tone killed me. R.I.P.

Aaaaaand I can’t wait to watch this action. But now we cut to super fight tournament. So we’re pretty much following the manga play-by-play here, which makes sense. So I guess we’ll get Suiryu’s introduction right about now then?

And this face. right. How horrifying

Pffft, Saitama literally saying “SAFE..!” in english?? Or does that just sound really similar?? I cackled. And now back to Garou!! and Tareo!! BOI I’m too impatient for three story lines to happen at once I feel like i’m being spoon fed jeez I just want all of them immediately and I know this is not a valid complaint hhhhhhhhhhhh

JC Staff loves Garou. All of his faces are done so perfectly, like they’re pulled straight from the manga. I really appreciate that.

“He’s a Hero” Mumen Rider is too pure for this world. We know this. Yet it must be said. And so is Saitama for that matter. Is it even humanly possible to not respect that guy? Sticking up for Charanko really for nothing, like it made no difference to anyone at the end of the day but Saitama just does it like it’s second nature.

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS IN MOTION I FEEL SO ALIVE “Let me get a few pics” EYyyyyyyy me too Narinki me too.

... lads what

excuse me what the fuck I’m still dying after centisempai and you hit me with this Image how dare you I need recovery time plz What are they going to call Elder Centipede???

Anywayyy There are a lot of cool shots in this fight. I want to include so many but that’s beyond unreasonable. Oh god greater centipede’s face Actually moving while talking is absolutely uncanny I hate it it’s great thanks

Side note- I never considered the centipedes being suck vibrant colors and it threw me off at first, but its growing on me. Same deal with their voices I kinda pegged them to sound like Mezalgald but these voices are much worse in a good way. if that makes any kind of sense.

YO it never occurred to me that Bat’s face became bloodied when he hit himself, NOT as a result of getting beat up prior. Really goes to show how strong that boy is. Only he could damage himself. and thE MUSIC KICKS UP. YES GETTEM MY BOY GETTEM FIGHTIN SPIRIT YES

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS PANEL FOR. SO . L O N G

FUCK THAT ONE TOO THERES just TOO many GREAT SCENES in this I have been slain FFF

“Ah, Thank goodness for Metal Bat” -that HA guy but also me, every day of my life

ELDER CENTIPEDE HAS ARRIVED AND IS HORRIFYING AS EVER. Dragon Thrashing!! I! Just! Love! This! I! Cannot! Good as hell fight, hype as hell I’m so glad this is being done justice. Which makes me even more excited for THIS

ITS. HAPPENING.

ALso I wasn’t Wrong! Post credits! SUIRYU! There he is! I dig the little violin jig his theme has going.

Anyway, I’m limited on time here but I’m glad I was even able to watch the episode this week. I have no complaints only hype. Be back next week with the regularly scheduled Blogging! Thanks for reading yall!

#opmiss mumbling #live blogging #sorry again yall #garou #metal bat #junior centipede #senior centipede #elder centipede #season 2 #s2e4 #s2e16 #one punch man #spoilers #anime

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scxrlettwxtches · 5 years

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A Slip-Up | Lee Donghyuck

Request: 65 with haechan?:3 maybe a bit angsty~💓

Genre: idol!haechan x idol!reader, fluff and angst (wuts new lol)

Warnings: sorta panic attack??

Word Count: ~2.5k

Prompt: “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

A/N: partially inspired by my frustrations with that concert where literally everyone fell cause it was raining and dangerous ://// yeah. hope y'all like this! it's quite a lot shorter than my last one lol. once again, i always like feedback on my writing so I can improve, so if u wanna say smthin or just wanna chat about random stuff, just drop me ask! have a lovely day everyone!

There was bound to be a mistake from the beginning.

The Dream Concert was a mess from the start. It was pouring and chilly, conditions that were obviously very bad for an outdoor concert. You had expected the concert to be cancelled, because it was just common sense that idols who had to both sing and dance should not perform in places where it was so easy to hurt oneself.

But much to your disappointment, your management informed you that the concert was apparently going to continue as planned.

It wasn’t as if you disliked performing; on the contrary, you were very excited to perform at the Dream Concert. As a soloist, it was very difficult to gain popularity in an entertainment business that focused on groups, much less be invited to such a big concert a few months after debut. However, you were not at all looking forward to performing in the rain, especially when you had a couple difficult dance breaks planned out in the middle of your song.

When you arrived at the stadium for rehearsal, you immediately frowned. The rain wasn’t too awful, only a slight drizzle, but the dark clouds above you hinted that things could be much worse later. The producers of the concert shouted at you to enter the backstage area to get ready, an attendant showing you to your dressing room.

Your dressing room was quite tiny, but you didn’t really feel disappointed. Big groups were performing that night, so it was only logical that they’d get the bigger rooms. Speaking of big groups, as you set down your bag and your stylist began laying out your stage outfit, you heard familiar (and extremely loud) voices coming from the room next to yours.

Grinning, you turned to your stylist, “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” she turned around frantically.

“I’m just going to greet the group next door,” you said, already making your way into the hall.

“Don’t take too long!” she warned, looking at her watch, “Your rehearsal’s in 30 minutes, and you haven’t even changed yet!”

“I won’t, unnie!”

The door to the next dressing room was wide open, and even from a little ways away, you could see the plethora of bags scattered all across the floor. Laughing to yourself, you poked your head in, asking teasingly, “Wow, did a hurricane sweep through the room?”

The boys in the room whipped up at the sound of your voice, before they all broke out in familiar smiles. Mark let out a loud whoop and ran over to greet you in English, “What’s up, Y/N?”

You gave him a high five, instinctively bowing as you walked in the room, “Not much, just heard you guys from my dressing room and came to say hi. You guys are really loud, do you know?” Taeyong gave a sharp glare at his members, who all looked away rather sheepish.

During your trainee years, you were originally part of SM Entertainment, but you left to focus on your studies. However, that didn’t stop you from keeping touch with the friends you made there, which included many of the NCT boys, especially the Dreamies, the ones you spent the most time training with. After your debut, you found yourself being able to converse with them more, frequently bumping into them at music shows.

As you sat down in between Jaemin and Jisung, the latter giving you a quick fistbump, you asked to no one in particular, “Hm? Where’s Donghyuck?”

The boys gave you knowing grins and catcalls, while you flushed pink. Suddenly, a voice called from the door, as a familiar boy walked in, “What about me?”

His eyes fell on you, widening with surprise before disappearing in a bright smile. He always had such a blinding smile, and as him opened his arms to you, you felt your heart thump wildly. Due to your busy comeback schedule, you haven’t seen him in a while, and you never realized until now how much you missed him. In front of the other boys, you leapt into his arms, and Donghyuck wrapped you in a large, comforting hug.

You could hear the hyungs all letting out different “eyyyyyyyy’s” while Jisung and Chenle fake gagged, but you couldn’t care less. This was the first time in maybe two months that you’d seen Donghyuck, and a little teasing wasn’t going to ruin your moment.

However, it seemed as if Donghyuck was not too pleased with the lack of privacy in the room, and as he pulled away, he addressed his hyungs while holding your hand, “I’m gonna take a walk with Y/N.”

Jisung made another gagging noise as Taeyong called out, “Make sure to be careful!”

Donghyuck pulled you out of NCT’s dressing room and led you to an empty corridor, not once letting go of your hand. Finally, when the two of you were sure you were out of sight, you turned to each other and basked in one another’s presence. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, one that you reciprocated eagerly.

You had missed this, so much. The two of you had been quite taken with each other when you were both trainees together, but it wasn’t until you bumped into him backstage of your solo debut that you rekindled the affection you had before. It was hard, trying desperately to hide your relationship from everyone but his members and your manager, but you loved him and you loved to perform, and you were much too greedy to give up one for the other.

Donghyuck’s hand stroked your hair as he kissed you, your arms swung over his shoulder and around his neck. He tasted sweet, like cinnamon and apples, but you pushed away just as he nibbled your bottom lip playfully.

“What’s wrong?” he looked a little displeased at being cut off so suddenly, hands now resting on your waist.

You smiled, reaching up to boop him on the nose, “Nothing’s wrong, silly, but I do have rehearsal in a little, and my stylist is going to kill me if I don't head back and change.”

His hand on your waist tightened slightly, and he looked rather dejected, although trying hard not to show it, “Do you have to leave now? This is the first time I've seen you in months and all we get in return is two minutes together. I've missed you like crazy, you know.”

You have him a chaste kiss on the lips, “I've missed you just as much, Hyuckie, but now isn't the right time. You know I wouldn't leave unless I had to.” His grip tightened again, pulling you towards him in a sort of restrained desperation.

“Hyuckie…” you sighed, placing your hands on his face and caressing his cheeks, “I need to do my job first, okay? After this concert, you can come over to my place and we can spend some well deserved time together, sound good?”

It was obvious from his expression that it didn’t “sound good,” but it was the best solution the two of you could find and he knew it. Donghyuck relented, letting go of you gently, “Yeah, alright.”

You brushed a couple of loose hairs away from his face, giving him a parting kiss on his forehead, “I’ll head out first.”

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The rehearsal went about as well as you had expected. It was only drizzling lightly when you went out, so things were fairly manageable. You did, however, give your stylist a pointed look when returning to your dressing room.

“Really?” you asked sarcastically, gesturing at your shoes, “The ground is wet and dangerous, but I’m still wearing stiletto boots?”

Your stylist shrugged, “There was nothing I could do about it. Your shoes were sponsored, so it wasn’t like I could change it.”

Groaning, you sank into the small couch in your room, pulling off your shoes to give your toes a break. The concert was going to start soon, and you were performing near the middle-end of the show, so you had some time to relax.

Performances went by quickly, at least they seemed to in your mind. NCT was third to perform, and you monitored them especially carefully. The rain looked like it had gotten heavier, and the stage had to be wiped after every song to avoid flooding, not that it made the floor any less slippery. NCT had quite intense choreographies for all their songs, and you were worried about very probable mishaps.

As you had expected, there were many slips and falls, especially near the center of the stage. You winced every time you watched Jisung trip, every time you saw Jeno’s frustrated glare. It was amazing how professional they all were, even when they were probably all in quite a lot of pain. Despite the hazards, NCT finished their performances without any major injuries that you could see, but you knew that they would be hurting for days after. To your immense relief, your boyfriend was one of the lucky ones that didn’t suffer from any major falls.

There was no time to go and congratulate them when they finished, but you sent Donghyuck a quick message telling him that they all did a fantastic job. Your makeup was being done, and soon after, you were ushered to the side of the stage to double check your mic and in-ear monitor. You gave your backup dancers smiles and high-fives, wishing them all good luck.

The moment you stepped on stage and heard the screams of the fans, your mild expression changed instantly and your movements turned sharp and fierce. The beginning of your intro began to play, and you soon found yourself lost in your performance.

Things went smoothly in the beginning. You purposely avoided the middle of the stage, a liberty that you as a solo artist had over groups. However, you had to stand in the center eventually for the dance break, which was when things started to go downhill.

The dance break (that you actually had a hand in choreographing) wasn't the hardest choreo in the world, but it required a certain aura to pull off. Being cautious of which does on the stage were more slippery, you dropped into the dance break quite timidly. It was incredibly frustrating, not being able to put the amount of power and presence in your performance that you had practiced so hard for.

In your split second of self loathing, your concentration waned, and that was already enough to cause a disaster. Your left foot skidded outward wildly, and you landed on your right knee. Hard. Pain traveled up your leg as you stretched a hand out to balance yourself. The gasps in the audience pulled you back in the moment, and you reminded yourself that you were still under the spotlight, and that the performance wasn’t over until the lights were dark.

Putting on your most confident glare, you continued as if nothing had happened, heavily favoring your left leg and putting a lot less power into your moves. Instead, you concentrated on your vocals, deciding to at least put on a good performance vocal-wise after that humiliating fall. You managed to ignore the continuous throbbing of your knee, which got decidingly sharper despite your attempts not to put weight on it.

After what felt like an eternity, you hit your ending pose, and the crowd screamed. Your song finished and you brought yourself into a low bow, thanking the audience. The lights disappeared, and you limped off stage. Two of your dancers immediately rushed to your side, supporting you by taking some of your weight.

As you walked out of the spotlight, you found yourself gradually shifting back from your stage persona to your regular self. This became a problem as you tried to control yourself, because unlike what everyone thought, the real you was a lot less special, and a lot less strong. Your face contorted in pain as you limped into your dressing room, your heart thumping wildly. As you sat down clumsily, your breathing began to labor, the adrenaline that had kept you going now leaving you dizzy, exhausted, and in pain.

Clutching your hand against your heart in a way of trying to control your breathing, your eyesight grew fuzzy and your head began to pound. You could hear the muffled shouts of your stylist, and your manager frantically calling what was probably an ambulance. The commotion around you did nothing to help your growing panic. You wanted to scream, to cry, and tell everyone to just shut up, but you couldn’t quite gain control over your body.

Just as you were able to pass out, a voice sounded, a voice that sounded warm, comforting, and oh so familiar.

“Everyone, please give her some space! Y/N, can you hear me?”

You could, although it sounded rather as if he were underwater. Even so, you could never forget his voice, “D-donghyuckie?”

“It’s me,” he sounded worried, and you felt feel his hands grazing your shoulders, as if afraid to touch you, “I’m right here.”

“I-i messed up. God, Hyuck, I messed up so bad,” you were gasping for air at this point, trembling all over.

“Hey, hey, hey! You did amazingly,” he denied your claims immediately, as if he had never once thought the same way, “Do you know how incredible you were, walking off that landing on your knee?”

You shook your head, but you found yourself being pulled to his voice as he continued, “I need you to breathe slowly for me, can you do that, darling?” he whispered the last word, as if cautious of the people around.

“I-i can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’m right here,” he cupped your face as he gently ushered you out of your panic attack, “Look at me–just breathe, okay?”

Despite your blurry vision, you stared into his brown eyes, unconsciously beginning to match your breathing to mimic his. You could see his face light up as you began to calm down. Soon, your eyesight slowly cleared and color crept up your face again. Relieved, Donghyuck allowed his hands to fall from your face, instead taking one of your hands out of everyone else's line of sight.

You only had a couple precious minutes with him before your manager returned to the room, looking quite frantic.

“The ambulance is here– oh, Haechan? What are you doing in here?”

Despite your manager already knowing of your relationship, Donghyuck immediately retracted his hand from you. You understood; there was something very uncomfortable about showing affection in front of staff, as if you were under the constant impression that they could stop the two of you at a moment's notice.

“I saw what happened on screen and wanted to make sure Y/N was okay,” Donghyuck replied politely.

Your manager gave you a look over, “Well, thank you. She looks much more stable than earlier,” he peered out into the hallway before addressing Donghyuck again, “You'd better make your exit quick, though. People will be coming back any second now, and they're not under contract to keep things a secret.”

Nodding, Donghyuck turned to give you one last quick kiss. It was more gentle than usual, his lips just grazing yours before backing away.

“Get some rest, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#lee haechan #lee donghyuck #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #my fics

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self-shipper-snowdrop · 5 years

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Ayyyeeooo it’s me @amor-de-tuli Coming from the villainous f/0 event!! Just wanna ask- when, and how was the exact moment you fell for Fyodor Dostoevsky? And when and how did he fall for you? Was it a cute love at first sight!?? Or not all expected?

Eyyyyyyyy! Also ddfresfgghjbhhghvvggvh this question is so adorable omg???? Thank you for the ask @amor-de-tuli!

With Fyodor and I, it actually happened for him sooner than it did me. He took an interest in me, and it was in about the first month he actually realized how he felt- so it was pretty quick. He tells me about it and says that he wasn’t surprised by it, but the realization came at an inconvienent time. It was right after the Dead Apple incident, so the ADA (and even the Port Mafia) was looking everywhere for him. But Fyodor said he couldn’t get me out of his head, and wanted to see me. He ended up risking getting caught just to drop and ask me to go out to a café with him. It was when he saw me then that he realized; looking back, I probably should have noticed but man do I suck at noticing flirting, but he’s the master of being smooth and subtle with that stuff. But yeah, but that was when. It was pretty quick and initially driven by a curiosity and interest, but Fyodor definitely saw it coming. Even with stuff like that it’s practically impossible to surprise him- so when I kept defying or exceeding his expectations he just knew, ironic as that is.

As for me, I think that I fell for him around the same time- just the thought that anyone would risk that much just to see me makes my heart skip a beat- but I’m a very oblivious dork who didn’t notice until way later. When he asked me out on a date, actually, is when it actually hit me, so a few months after knowing him. At first I was thinking we were just close friends, but when he came to my door with a bouquet of roses asking if we could be more it just kinda came to the surface. So for me it was gradual, with a fairly grand realization of those feelings when he confessed. It must have shown on my face then when I realized I didn’t just want him as my friend, because when I told Fyodor about it, he said that he knew.

#self insert #self ship #villain f/o event #romantic; hearts in the house of the dead

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real-sen-unnie · 6 years

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You are a cinema

Wonho Oneshot

Word count: 1717

This was written by @torilasuper and edited by myself, which was fun to do. Hope you all enjoy!

It was finally December, and finals week had just concluded. A lot of your friends had gone back home, which meant they were all out of town.

Hoseok, who was a bubbly Kinesiology major and one of the good friends who you had met in your World Literature class, however, would still be in the city. He was a warm-hearted person and was kind to everyone, which is why you began to fall for him - not to mention that he was extremely good looking, which was always a bonus.

As you were binging on the usual reality trash that was on the television, your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID, as butterflies ran through your stomach and breathed in deeply before you answered the phone.

“Hello?” you said into the phone.

“Debt Collector,” Hoseok stated.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. He was such a clown and always jokingly used pick-up lines on you.

“Debt Collector? I’ve paid all my bills, sir, so I’m afraid you’re mistaken with your call.”

“You’re still in debt,” he replied, still in character.

“How? Alright Mr. Debt Collector. What do I owe you?” you mused as you lay down on your couch.

“My heart!” He said melodramatically into your ear.

Your breath hitched, and you sat back up, repeating what he had just said in your mind. What an absolute goof. He always used these cheesy, stupid pick-up lines on you and it drove you mad. Why he did, confused you ever so. A few of your friends who had witnessed your interactions with you were sold on the belief that he liked you. But you swore to them that he was just playing around because he had never stated it explicitly.

“I’m hanging up now,” you threatened, laughing at him.

“Wait!” he laughed back, his sounds like music to your ears. “Victoria! Victoria?”

You kept silent, holding your laughter and your phone away.

“I know you didn’t hang up!!!”

Silence lingered, until you heard his voice once more.

“...Did you?” he questioned.

“Yes!” you replied jokingly.

Hoseok laughed at your reply and began to shift the conversation in another direction.

“Well anyway, I’m really bored. My family went out of town last week and I have got nothing to do. Got any plans?” He asked you.

“Mmmmm, no,” you answered, curious as to what he wanted to do. “You got anything in mind?”

“Movies?” he asked.

“Sounds good,” you exclaimed, getting up to make your way to your bedroom.

“I’ll be there in 20!” he said before you heard the click of the phone, notifying you the call had ended.

You rapidly threw on your cute shirt with some blue, skinny fitted jeans paired with a pair of black vans and applied cute pink eye shadow that complimented your sweater. You glanced at the clock and saw you had a spare five minutes until his promised arrival time. You grabbed your brush, ran to the mirror and rapidly brushed your hair up and back to create a smooth, sleek ponytail.

“Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok...” you sighed as you pulled your hair through the hair tie. “I still can’t seem to figure you out.” With your mind running and your heard fluttering, you started pacing your room.

He was such a jokester and always liked to tease you. Admittedly, you had wondered if he had some sort of feelings of romantic affection for you but then you’d always dismiss it as overthinking. The doorbell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Once again, you glanced at the clock, which reaffirmed how punctual he always was.

You swiftly made your way downstairs and opened the door to see him standing at the door dressed in a black bomber jacket open with a black thermal underneath, white jeans and red leather Nike high tops. His black, silky hair was up in a slight pompadour and his skin looked radiant as ever.

The undercut he had made him even more handsome than he already was.

“Eyyyyyyyy,” he said announcing his arrival obnoxiously.

“Sorry no soliciting!” You joked as you closed the door on him, before opening the door a second later. The both of you laughing at the horrible joke. “Ready?”

“Sheesh. I guess, especially after that warm welcome!” He exclaimed.

“I know! But you still love me!” you proclaimed, eyes widening when you realised what you had accidentally let slip.

As you internally freaked out, you managed to pick up your bag from the floor and close the door behind you. You then proceeded to make your way over to his shiny, blue Mustang.

“That I do,” he muttered quietly as he followed you to his car.

That whole car ride was a wreck (no pun intended). You felt completely stupid for letting that out and were beating yourself up for potentially letting the cat out of the bag.

Potentially, maybe not, though. Right? People always tell each other they love them, right? Even when it’s to their super, hot friend, right? Things felt very awkward.

As if Hoseok could read your thoughts, he began to speak.

“Do you want music?” he asked as he started reaching towards the button the same time you did.

“I can put some on,” you said as you hit the button and both of your hands clashed.

“Watch where you’re goin’ son!” you jokingly snapped.

You noticed his cheeks become beat red as he fought the urge to giggle.

“I, uh... sorry,” he grinned widely, the eye smile of his beaming.

In a short matter of time you arrived at the movie theater. Hoseok parked the car and you both began to make your way to the cinema.

“I already got the tickets,” he said pulling them up on his phone.

“Oh! You didn’t have to do that!” You told him apologetically. “How much do I owe you?” You started to pull out your wallet.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “My treat!”

“So, so kind...” You gushed, patting his beautifully muscular back.

“I’ll get us some popcorn!”

After he purchased the popcorn, you both walked off to the screening room. Hoseok led you to the seats that he had reserved for you. You spoke as the trailers were playing but became silent when the movie finally started.

Hoseok chose a slightly cheesy but sweet romantic comedy film to watch. The story line was how a boy was helplessly in love with a girl and wasn’t sure how to confess.

“Dude,” you talked softly into Hoseok’s ear. “Can’t he just tell her straight up?”

Hoseok, surprisingly, had a different answer than you had expected.

“Not that easy,” he whispered back.

You furrowed a brow and smiled, wondering what he meant by that statement. “Oh?”

Hoseok cracked a side smile. “Maybe he’s afraid of rejection!”

“Pffffft!” You scoffed and shook your head. “It’s much better to take the chance then forever hold your peace!” You then grabbed a piece of popcorn and ate. “Or else stay in uncertainty. ForEVER,” you said, half-jokingly.

Hoseok didn’t say anything after that, and your mind somehow began to wonder what he was thinking about. Would he ever confess to you? You head with swimming with scenarios, but you brushed them off with self-doubt and continued to watch the film.

After the movie had finally ended, Hoseok drove you back home in a matter of no time.

“Well thanks again for the movie, Hoseok!” You said as you got your bag and was preparing to get off the car.

“No problem,” he smiled. “Thanks for alleviating me of my boredom!”

“No problem,” you mimicked. “I’ll see ya around!” You gleefully replied, happy to have spent the day with him.

As you went to open the car door and leave, you felt a sudden hand grab a hold of yours.

“Wait, Victoria!” He called out.

Your stomach dropped as your eyes widened like an owl; he was holding on to you. You gulped quietly and adjusted your facial expression.

With the most composure you could muster, you turned around to look at him.

“Wha- yeah?” You answered.

“I- I. well... there’s something I have to say.” He stumbled, his nerves audible in his voice.

You were intrigued, you had never seen Hoseok this way and he was even cuter when he was shy.

“Yes?” You said, as you once again became conformable in the passenger seat of the car.

“I... remember the guy in the movie?” he began.

“Yes...?” you questioned, heart racing as your head began to play tricks on you.

“I’m in a similar situation,” he said.

Your heart dropped slightly, he wouldn’t be talking about you right? No, he wouldn’t see you like that. You guys were just friends and although you felt somewhat upset, you had to feel happy for him. He clearly liked this person so much.

You stayed quiet for a couple seconds and a smile began to form on your face, trying to stay positive. As you were about to question who, he cut you off and his next words surprised you.

“You. It’s you!” he proclaimed, his cheeks becoming bright red.

Due to the shock of what had just happened, you began laughing.

“Me?!” You exclaimed as you pointed to yourself.

“Yes, you! You were the one for me,” he explained. “But I was afraid that... I wasn’t the one for you,” he trailed off, looking at the wheel of the car.

You looked away, blushing and beaming like the sun, trying to get your thoughts and feelings in order before deciding to speak. You put your hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. You could tell he was nervous by the way his eyes watched you.

“Well, you are,” you somehow managed to mumble out at him. You watch his face expression change from nervousness to happiness.

Your words made him melt faster than a Hershey bar sitting on asphalt in the middle of July in Texas.

“Hey,” he said as he grabbed your hand, starting to play with it. “Are you a cinema?” He asked, his beautiful eyes gazing into yours.

You rolled your eyes at him, ready for another cheesy pick-up line. “Why?”

“Because I could watch you forever,” he said, replicating the singer of the famous song.

#torilasuper #realsenunnie #collab #oneshot #wonho #monsta x #masterlist #drabble #fluff

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strangeharpy · 6 years

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Eyyyyyyyy, who wants a sneak peek at the prologue/first chapter of my dumb cass/audy fic?

Unformatted (because tumblr is dumb) preview below the jump.

* * * (Goodnight, Cassander)

It's difficult to sleep like this: on their side, facing the wall; awash in the distant glow of the city outside the window; cool metal clad in a layer of synthskin pressed against their back; an implacable robotic hand splayed over their chest. AuDy's old chassis had always made a litany of clicks, whirrs, and other distressed mechanical noises, but their new one barely even hums. Cass shifts, just a little, and finds themself tugged incrementally closer by the gentle pressure of AuDy's hand.

There's no sense in pretending to sleep, either. When AuDy gets like this, feels the need to stretch out on the bed next to Cass, they've dialed up every sensor in their sleek new frame and bent them all toward the monitoring of Cass's vitals. The hand on their chest serves to track respiration, pulse, core body temperature. Nothing more and nothing less.

Cass tries not to read too much into it. For as much effort and resources as AuDy put into this—into Cass, after… Well, it makes sense that they would want to make sure Cass's body functions within normal parameters.

And yet.

The shape of their—friendship?; relationship?—whatever-it-is had never been characterized as having clear edges, even at the best of times. But these weeks on Kalliope have done nothing to bring things into focus.

They try not to read too much into it, but they can't help ascribing meaning where there is none. They're not an idiot, nor are they a fool. And yet… they have to fight not to sigh, not to bring one hand up to rest on AuDy's own.

But they can think about it. They can close their eyes and imagine that there's intention behind the solid weight at their back. They can imagine what it would feel like to lace their fingers with AuDy's, giving them an experimental squeeze just to feel how the synthskin would react. They can imagine that AuDy would squeeze back.

"Your heart rate is elevated," AuDy says in their lowest volume setting. It's barely above a whisper, and even though there's no breath behind it, Cass can't suppress the involuntary shiver.

"It's fine," they say, voice cracking around the lump in their throat.

"You should rest."

Cass doesn't scoff, but it's a near thing. I should do a lot of stuff.

Their fingers flex, almost of their own accord, but they do not touch the back of AuDy's hand.

* * * (Good Morning, Agapios)

They gag on the tube as it comes free of their throat, collapsing onto their hands and knees on a slick, cold surface. They can't open their eyes yet, but they can feel the chilly air biting at their skin and scales as they try not to heave. Their arms shake under them, and they draw in a few ragged, gasping breaths as they work up the courage to try to look around.

"Ah, um… Ah, yes, Agapios Zosimus Demostrate, it's good to see you're awake. I'm Doctor Cardinal Parry, and I've been assigned to assist you." The voice comes from their left, stumbling over the Apostolosian name with aplomb. It's not Cass's name, but they're not in any position to argue about it. Shit. What happened that they wound up somewhere cold with a probably Oricon doctor while under an assumed name? A douchey assumed name, at that?

When Cass finally screws up the nerve to open their eyes, they're shocked to find that they aren't under some blinding white glare. Instead, the lab—and it is a medical lab—is illuminated by soft green and blue lights set into the floor and ceiling. It doesn't help with the chill, but it at least lets their eyes have an easier adjustment. They glance around: they aren't on the floor, but rather a raised platform in front of a huge tank like the ones that—

Like the ones Mako and Aria had described all the other Makos and Maritimes being grown in.

What the fuck.

They wrack their brain, trying to remember something, anything, that would give them a clue as to why they'd just been ejected from what might be a cloning vat. The last thing they remember is being in the Apokine, ready to fight Rigour, and then… Nothing.

"Fuck," they hiss through clenched teeth.

The doctor lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh, good. I was starting to worry! Welcome back, Mx. Demostrate."

"That's not how that works," Cass huffs. Their throat is so raw that it barely comes out as a gravely rasp. "You have to say the full trilonym or only the pronym. Never just the eponym."

"Ah, you will have to forgive me… Mx. Agapios, then?" When Cass gives them a curt nod, they continue, "We don't receive much patronage from customers from Apostolos. When your work order came in… well, a lot of us thought it was a joke."

Cass snorts. "Shitty joke."

The doctor nods. "Yes, well. Obviously now we know better. The procedure went well, though to make the timetable we were given, we were required to lean more heavily on synthware implants than is typical for this sort of, ah, reconstruction." They gesture down at Cass. "However, I believe you will find the implants to meet or exceed all of the requirements we were given."

"Will I." Implants. What the fuck happened?

By the time Doctor Parry discharges them, they're clad in a simple shirt and pair of slacks, both standard-issue from the facility. Not standard-issue are the hair ties they'd wheedled out of one of the nurses and used to bind their hair up into a quick and inelegant braid.

What they've managed to piece together is this: someone very rich has grown them a bunch of new body parts on short notice and given them the douchiest alias possible for them to use while their benefactor does… something. No one at the facility would tell them what happened or who even paid their bill. Which is a pretty huge puzzle piece to be missing for damn sure.

Still, they gather that they're on Kalliope (not a big leap even if the staff hadn't been willing to part with that tidbit), and they have no means of contacting Aria or Mako or anyone. The best they can hope is that the ID they've been given is forged well enough that they can find a shitty hotel to crash in.

They flex their fingers. At least Doctor Parry is right: the implants are good. They can't tell their appendages from the elbows and knees down aren't organic.

Outside the facility, a cab waits with its rear passenger door open. The sidewalk is devoid of any other pedestrian life. For a single, childish moment, Cass considers walking on past, but the impulse passes as quickly as it came. They're alone, they're cred-less, and the only way they're likely to get any answers is by accepting the invitation and seeing where it leads.

From the cab, Cass watches the cityscape roll by with a vague sort of detachment. It's more developed than Centralia's dome, but can't hold a candle to the regal spires of Apostolos's capitol. It's difficult to be interested in the place when it's so unfamiliar and they still have so many questions.

The car pulls up to an imposing apartment building, but the door doesn't open just yet. The driver (not an Automated Dynamics model, Cass notes with the same disinterest with which they'd regarded the passing surroundings) swivels its head so that the screen projecting the image of a person faces the back seat.

"If you're expecting me to pay up, I don't know what to tell you," Cass says.

The screen flickers, the projection of a face pixelating for a moment before clearing. From the speaker mounted at the just below the screen, a synthesized voice intones, "Cassander."

Even though it shouldn't be shocking to hear their own name (whoever had set all this up obviously knows who they are), Cass's pulse jumps. When it becomes obvious that the driver expects a response, they swallow down their shock. "Yeah?"

"In the trunk you will find some items," the driver informs them. "You will find clothing, the key to unit 35-A, a comms unit, and several other accessories which you may need."

"Okay…? Are you going to tell me—"

"That is all." The driver's head swivels back around. The door closest to the curb swings open. "Please exit the vehicle."

They sigh and do as they're instructed. Once they're out, the trunk pops open to reveal a large bag that, from the heft of it, contains everything they were informed it would.

Whoever arranged all this evidently expects them to be here for a while.

The apartment is by no means large, but it's well-appointed and comfortable. Cass unloads all the clothing into the chest of drawers in the bedroom, then flops down on the bed. For someone who only woke up a few hours ago, Cass is exhausted. Still, they fidget with the comms unit in their hand. They have yet to turn it on, and now that they have a means with which to interact with the outside world, they're not sure they want to.

Curiosity wins out. They can turn on the comms without making any calls, they reason. Not just yet. They thumb the power button and the comms spring to life.

"Cassander." A tinny, synthesized voice chirps from the comms: a pre-recorded message set to play on start-up. "You are safe here. You must have questions. This is understandable. They will be answered, but first you must adjust. The date is day 189 of the 5th arc of Apokine Pelagios XXV. Please use the name Agapios Zosimus Demostrate if you interact with anyone here. Do not worry about funds. Your expenses will come out of Agapios's accounts." The message ends and the comms go dark.

5th arc of Pelagios XXV? Shit. Over a year since the last day they remember.

"What the hell happened?" they ask aloud to their empty apartment. Their home, now, and for the foreseeable future. At least until they've "adjusted," whatever that's supposed to mean.

They don't expect an answer, and they do not receive one.

The first time Cass noticed something was different, it was in the middle of a firefight.

As was often the case, the job went south. Gunfire pinned Mako and Aria down behind an overturned desk, while AuDy and Cass took cover around the corner. Mako had done a good job of fogging the building's security system, but that only made it easier for the competing crew to infiltrate too. And now they were caught in a needless firefight with a bunch of cut-throats who decided that ransoming an exiled member of a royal family would have a better payout than their original job.

"It don't gotta be like this," the leader called out between volleys of fire. "Just hand the damn fish over and ya can go. We won't even stop ya from grabbin' the goods. It's all yours if the fish comes with us."

"No way!" Mako yelled over the top of the desk. "Get your own royal scion. This one's ours!"

Cass rolled their eyes. "Shut up." Their mind raced: what were the chances that they could take out the opposing team? What were the best means of escape? How could they make sure Aria, AuDy, and Mako got out relatively unharmed?

Unfortunately, Cass could see only one course of action that didn't lead to someone important getting hurt. To the head goon, they said, "You have to let my people go first. Then I'll come with you."

"What?!" Mako squawked. "Are you crazy? You can't go with those people!"

"You can't be serious," Aria added.

"I'm serious. They can't hurt me because I'm useless to them if I'm injured." Softer, hopefully only loud enough for their friends to hear, "Besides, you can get me away from them once you get what we came here for."

"Put down your gun and step outta that corner," the ringleader said. "You do that and your people can go."

Neither Aria, nor Mako, nor AuDy said anything at first, which Cass took as a good sign. They put their gun on the ground at their feet and then raised their hands high above their head. With the toe of their boot, they nudged their gun out into the open. "There. Step one done."

"Still don't see you, 'your Highness.' Your friends don't go 'til we can see your fishy little face."

Cass took a deep breath in through their nose and out through their mouth. "Alright."

As they turned to step into the open, AuDy hooked an arm around their waist. "You cannot go."

"It's your best shot at getting out of here," Cass hissed. "This isn't my first time with someone trying to ransom me. I know how this goes."

"They will hurt you."

"It'll be fine," Cass said.

"That was a very Aria 'fine,'" AuDy responded. "Which is not fine at all." It never ceased to amaze Cass how an expressionless robot can somehow be sullen.

The head goon made a show of clearing his throat. "We're waiting."

"Just trust me, okay? I'll be alright and you can come pick me up once you get what we came for." Cass slipped out of AuDy's hold, and AuDy did not chase them. "It'll be fine."

#counterweight #cass/audy #cassander timaeus berenice #audy #yeah i'm still on my cass/audy bullshit #boat party is best party tbh

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dw-writes · 7 years

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daddy 76 anon: *slides right in* eyyyyyyyy how about some Eliot Spencer then~

Boo, my boo, light of my life nonnie, I love this and it doesn’t have a lot of Eliot Spencer but I think I’m gonna make this a series because I already love this.

SO HERE YOU GO

You stared up at the building infront of you, sunglasses perched carefully on the end of your nose. A Starry Night was spread across an oldbrick building. The artist had been careful to avoid the windows of thebuilding, so as to not obscure the view of the occupants of the apartmentsinside. You released a slow exhale, frowning as the warm air of your breathfogged up your sunglasses. You pulled your scarf up over your mouth.

Nathan Ford stepped up next to you,staring up at the piece on the building like of the hundreds of others on thesidewalk around you. He sucked on his teeth. “Amazing piece,” he commented. Youdidn’t look over. “I’d almost think Van Gogh painted it himself. But he didn’twork in spray paints.” He pronounced it go.Like do not pass go.

“Gogh,” you corrected. He looked overwith a hum. You lifted your fingers to press against your mouth through yourscarf. “Gogh,” you said again, “From the back of the throat.”

“Oh right, yeah,” he said, “Gogh.” Hesaid it correctly this time. He pushed his glasses into his hair. “So you knowof him?”

“Everyone standing on this side walkknows who Van Gogh is,” you replied softly. Your hands fluttered up to yourhead, tugging your stocking cap further over your ears. You turned to walkaway.

“Yeah, but only one person on thisside walk can paint like him,” he called after you. You stopped. The snowcrunched under his boots. “Or like Monet. Or da Vinci. Or Dali,” he listed off.He stopped next to you and pulled his sunglasses from his hair. “Or paint themall so convincingly that no one has realized that the pieces in theMetropolitan Museum of Art are all fakes,” he pointed out. You looked over. Hepushed the glasses up his nose and motioned down the sidewalk. “Walk with me?”he asked.

You studied him, burying further inyour scarf, before you took a step forward. He adjusted his coat before hehurried after you. “What does Nathan Ford want with me?” you asked.

“Oh, so you know who I am. That cutsa lot of awkward small talk out of this discussion,” he mused.

“What.Does Nathan Ford. Want with me?” you pressed.

“A partnership,” he answered. Hepressed his lips and hands together, “And, also, to know where you have theoriginals. Well, okay, I don’t wantto know that, but one of my crew, Sophie, she really wants to know where theyare.”

“Crew?”

“Yeah. That’s what I’m here to talkabout.” He stopped walking and looked back at the building. “I wanna recruityou.”

“Recruit me?”

“I feel like I’m hearing an echo,” hesaid. He smiled. “You don’t do things for your own pleasure. I’ve noticed that.That building? Was going to be torn down, right? The tenants thrown out ontothe street in the dead of winter? That’s what the paper said at least, right?Some opinion column.”

“Why do you care what some street tagger does in her spare time?” yousnapped.

He laughed. How couldn’t he? “Streettagger?” he asked between laughs, “I think you mean professional forger.”

“What do you want with me?” you groundout.

Nate cleared his throat and sighed.“I told you. I wanna recruit you to my crew. Leverage.”

You stared. And continued to stare.And stared some more. “Excuse me?” you finally said.

“Recruit you,” he repeated. He madeanother motion and continued to walk down the sidewalk. His voice dropped, “Wehelp the helpless, essentially. Like what you did with those tenants only on a much larger scale.”

“How large?” you asked.

Nate shrugged his shoulders. “Nationwide? World wide? I-I dunno the exact scale, but we have clients all over,” heanswered. You stopped to think over his offer and he kept walking until hereached a group of people hovering near a food cart. One watched you as hedrank from a water bottle, long hair pulled back away from his face and astocking cap pulled low over his ears. You could feel your face warm.

“Hey,” you called after him. Nateturned to you, the epitome of completely innocent curiosity. “So what would Iget out of this?” you asked.

“…Satisfaction of helping people,getting back at the bad guys, and whole lot of money,” he answered.

You were more than a little selfish.You knew that. You wandered over. “I’ll give it a try,” you answered. Youglanced at the man with the long hair. He nodded at you. Nate grinned.

“Let’s walk and I’ll introduce you toeveryone,” he said.

#leverage #nate ford #eliot spencer #eliot x reader #long post #Anonymous #broader strokes series

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years

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Astra 4

How does anyone wash their hands with a spacesuit on?

Those exaggerated faces (reaction to candy plants) weren’t in the manga. Good thing too – they improve on the source.

Hey, man (Ulgar)! “Big girl” is offensive. (I’m probably saying that because I’m not too big myself.)

The *ding ding ding!* was pretty hilarious…LOL.

I remember this was pretty harsh to read for me the first time…because y’know what they say about representation mattering in feminist studies/articles? Yeah, that. (Exactly how I’m represented? That I’ll leave to your imagination…)

Aw, the Gruppie sounds adorable!

I think I’ve said this already, but Kanata uses the word “zetsubou” – despair, not necessarily “hopeless” – to say what he says.

Demon Slayer 17

I was a bit confused as to why Inosuke was majorly angry all the time, but then I realised that he’s not necessarily angry, per se - he is just majorly competitive.

*head on spider legs appears* ARGHHHHHHHHHHH! That reminds me of that head on spider legs from Toy Story…I seem to remember that freaked me out to some degree. I’m actually not afraid of spiders, but show me an image for “trypophobia” (fear of tiny holes) or stick me somewhere high up without secure footing…and I’m gone.

This episode is…great! I’m cursing as I watch, but it’s great! The CGI is adding to the creepiness! Also, I so didn’t expect Zenitsu to have black hair.

I agree with Zenitsu’s master, he is a moron…

…but truth be told, I think I see myself in him. That’s probably why I find him so annoying. Lately, I’ve found there are periods where I resent myself more than anyone else…and that’s the scariest part about living life. But I can’t complain, because I put my name down to help others in the same situation.

Z-Zenitsu! I-I’m sorry I ever doubted you! I’m so sorry…! I promise I’ll stop thinking you’re annoying, because you remind me of meeeeeeeeeee…! *sob, snivel, sob…*

Ukogiiiiiiiiii! Wahhhhhhhhh!

Hmm…you can smell rain. I’ve smelt it before. But thunderclouds…? Not so much.

Demon Slayer 18

“Rookie Mizunoto join the battle!” – The Smash Bros intro is a fun way to introduce people, no?

I thought Shinobu Kocho was Naruto running, but instead she has her jacket on her shoulders…so it only looks like Naruto running.

CG models are back to being awkward again…

“If you can’t slash something with one sword, you just gotta pound it with another sword!” – Basically, the philosophy of the entire shonen genre when dealing with swords.

“I’m gonna die.” – Well, there’s some words I thought I’d never hear from Inosuke…

Oh yeah…I forgot Inosuke’s never met Giyu.

Hmm…I’ve been suspecting Rui is the member of the 12 Kizuki as a demon with lower possibility of being so (but being raised by Ply’s hint during our collab and Tanjiro’s fight), but I’m more certain of the father being the 12 Kizuki based on what the series has shown us already. Hmm…so who is it???

*starts watching Taisho Secret* Wait, where did Giyu come from??? *watches again* Oh, he appears from above…! Interesting…

Hmm…I like salmon onigiri myself. I also like tuna…most flavours, really.

Cop Craft 4

The man (?) with the purplish hair who called Kei over is meant to be a gay stereotype or at least close to one. Aside from his (?) appearance, you can tell by him (?) nding his sentences with “wa”.

Marth’s post for ep. 4 said “And Suddenly, Vampires”, so…I’m thinking about how Cop Craft actually does the horror vibe really well as I watch.

Aw, these cliffhangers suck! I’m starting to thank myself that I ran behind on every show but Demon Slayer.

Cop Craft 5

O-Oh, the CG is getting worse…

Who was the 2nd person dead? The 1st was Chapman…

Astra 5

As I’m laughing at the reactions from the makeover (because I knew this was coming), I’m simultaneously wondering…holding those scissors in the way you’re doing is dangerous, Luca!!!

Oh great…midseason animation slump. This is only the 2nd show to suffer from that this season…and I’ve only caught up on 3 shows so far.

“Mine is bigger!” “No, mine is!” – Ah, anime boys and their ability to make things vaguely Freudian when out of context…*slight sweatdrop*

*slow pan, with a final shot on Aries’s boobs* - Oh, really…? *grumpy*

*…then proceeds to do boob shots of all the girls* Oh, really?!? You wanna go, show?! You were doing so well, up until this episode!!! I didn’t read past volume 2 of the manga, so this beach stuff is all new to me!!! Plus, it sucks because boob shots are everywhere!!!

“…approach him like that…”

People have been pointing this out, but McPa = Camp, Shummoor = Mushroom, Vilavurs = Survival…so Arispade = Paradise.

Ulgar really reminds me of Tooi, even though he came first…

Dr Stone 3

Taiju’s ugly tears make me go “d’aww” now that this scene is animated…it was nice in manga format, but even better when it was moving and with colour.

Now that I think about it, Tsukasa’s “benefit of the new world” talk reminds me of Death Note.

Senku trying to steal Kamakura Buddha bronze looks like Bart Simpson…

Boueibu should’ve taught you that Hakone is home to hot springs.

Dr Stone 4

You don’t fire a smoke signal…

Oh wow, Mecha Senku! Wouldya lookit that! *points at him* He answers questions in the manga, so I didn’t think he’d get adapted!

Are those…CGI trees? Oh great, why does all shonen these days need CGI trees???

Fighting over established interests means a Thucydides trap (a mini version of which seems to be playing out here with Tsukasa)…that’s basically the only thing I remember from my old politics classes.

I just noticed Yuzuriha refers to all the boys with –kun. She wants to stay friends with all of them…I guess even Tsukasa’s on that list, huh?

Hmm…Senku’s eyes are a reddish colour, but otherwise he’s normally representd with blue to Taiju’s red…

I just realised Senku has a red pen and a black pen in one of his breast pockets.

Aww…it’s nice to have rivals who aren’t 100% evil for once. Sure, pure evil rivals are easy to write but hard to justify. Good guys with one morally wrong aspect to them are harder to write, but easier to get behind. (Plus, at least they’re not Sasuke-style angsty.)

Dr Stone 5

So…I went searching…and I was wondering why I wanted to claim Tsukasa as husbando (but man, he’s a bit more stereotypical for a gal to fall in love with – all girls like bad guys, amirite???), but as it turns out, Senku and his buds from our era (Tsukasa included) are 18 and so are ripe for the husbando/waifu picking (not to mention they’re technically over 3700 years old, which more than makes them legal for things like drinking alcohol, as Senku himself pointed out a few eps back).

D’aww…this was in the manga, but now I find Tsukasa inserting himself into Senku’s flashback cute.

Notably, Gen Asagiri appears on the front of the book this student is asking the question from. Who’s Gen Asagiri, you ask, my dear anime-only random nonexistent entity I type these notes for? You’ll find out…soon.

Hmm…Yuzuriha is more observant than we give her credit for. Also, Senku pulled a Gen Asagiri right there…LOL.

LOL…those ‘shrooms seem massively symbolic. They were also in the manga, IIRC.

Why does Yuzuriha wear a neck scarf, anyway?

Hey, they even managed to get the game-like text box right! Awesome! (It reminds me of Little Alchemy, to be honest.)

“Himo” translates to rope…or a cord. Just FYI.

Astra 6

Eyyy…this show is calling me out.

Eyyyyy…Toi vibes from Ulgar!!!

Eyyyyy…wut? I can’t believe Anime Feminist was on the money here??? (Context: The reviewer for Astra said Luca was “one ambiguously-gendered character”.)

Hey…I once read a book with a 50% similarity to this plot. (There was a gay character – not intersex - and all the characters are adopted.)

I think Xenodude said this, but…in space, nobody can hear you scream.

I’m laughing so hard…why are Kanata’s abs the thing that hurt the most? (It’s because he’s got the harness in that region…forget I asked. It’s still funny though.)

“MILD THING” – Yep, Ulgar’s gonna be mild after what happened this episode…

Ohhhhh, I didn’t understand the “hairpiece” thing until it was revealed it was a toupee through context.

Ooh, 50% chance of lying here. Who to trust, who to trust? Charce or Aries? (I trust Aries, by the way.)

Dr Stone 6

The alien explanation etc. was in the manga, but…why do all the attackers look like Senku???

Senku does his best Thinker impression.

Eyyy! Fighter vs. fighter. I love this scene, even if only because Tsukasa (and his muscles) have the upper hand in both the visual angle and the power balance, although [BLEEP <- no spoilers!] has the surprise factor.

I remember learning once blonde hair is recessive…so does that mean most of the community is blonde? (I know the answer to that, but you, my non-existent anime-discussing entity, don’t.)

I’m tempted to hear Senku scream, “This. Is. SCIENCE!!!”

Fruits Basket 15

For some reason, videos run much faster on my phone than my laptop…

Hmm…this is the first time I’m properly listening to the 2nd ED…It’s kinda like how you’d expect an ED to be: quieter than an ED, but still serving up cuteness.

Fruits Basket 16

This episode’s visually very dark…

Middle School!Tohru reminds me of Hitori Bocchi.

Smol Uo looks like Kyo.

Fruits Basket 17

(nothing this time, sorry!)

Fruits Basket 18

Oh! I remember the matching scene in the manga (where Kisa bites Tohru for the first time).

I also remember the manga Hatsuharu is reading is called “Mogeta and the Ant” (Ari).

Now you see why Tohru is Kyoko’s daughter…

“…what her hair and eye colour were.”

Fruits Basket 19

The ep is called “I’m So Sorry!”…I think I know who’s going to star in this episode, alright…

For some reason, when I see Ritsu and Mitchan apologising to each other, I think of me and Astral…(LOL…?)

…Or maybe it reminds me of Zenitsu…?

Eyyyyyyyy, A-ya is A-ya…

This overly-apologetic character of Ritsu…this is why Martin was my favourite character back in the original Ro.Te.O days…*sighs while basking in nostalgia*

Demon Slayer 19

This episode’s been hyped since last week. Let’s get on with it!

Ooh, no pattern on this title card…

Wow (sarcastic), talk about infighting…but amazingly, I found Inosuke’s art shift to be funny for once in my life! (Amazing!...and yes, the exclamation of “Amazing!” is sincere)

Using terror is…well, Machiavellian. Hard power. You get my drift, right?

So basically, Rui breaks down the nuclear family for us.

Wait a flippin’ second…Hinokami (god of fire)? Charcoal selling? Water Breathing??? One of these is not like the others, for sure.

I get the feeling the father’s dance was recorded as video then converted to animation by ufotable staff…that’s what they did for YoI, no?

“The cold won’t bother you, either.” - Well, due to his fire theming, the cold never bothered Tanjiro anyway…*echoes of “Let It Go” suddenly play in the background*

Go for it, Nezuko! Be the Bakugo of the Demon Slayer world!

According to the credits, Tanjiro’s dad’s name is Tanjuro…that’s confusing, to say the least…

(Sorry Astral, the background noise while I was watching meant I did’t watch it with sound on…Also, is it wrong that I think the dad is hot??? Another thing: why do Tanjuro and Tanjiro have matching scars on their temples…?)

One of Tanjiro’s bros looks like Zenitsu??? Wuh???

Ooh, insert song “Kamado Tanjiro’s Song” by Go Shiina ft Nami Nakagawa. I’ll have to listen to it when I can. (Ever since SGRS, I’ve loved Go Shiina’s work…guess I didn’t expect it here, though.) Update: Misattributed the work. Go Shiina does videogame work, Sheens Ringo did SGRS stuf.

Given 3

I never knew that asking someone into a band was like asking someone out…(probably because I’ve never been in a band).

Given’s a frickin’ riot – that’s one reason I stuck with it.

I forgot Mafuyu was underage…!

Cop Craft 6

That car chase was basically Need for Speed…with worse graphics…

“Prayboy”…hmm…

I followed Kei’s advice to Google Jeffrey Dahmer…and I regret it.

The text says “Someone from the Semanian gang of thieves made contact.”

I didn’t make sense of “I hate being McCloud” until I rewound a bit and found that’s a disguise or alter ego of Tony’s.

“Shift the transmission into ‘Reverse’. The car will begin to roll backward sharply…” - The driving instructions are real, at least.

Given 4

Ehhhhh…still shots…

Kaji sure looks tough for a violinist…but a music major? Never thought he’d be one…(I saw some spoilers saying Kaji was a violinist before I watched the episode, hence my lack of surprise in that department.)

Not everyone’s in a band, y’know…

$120…? Nasty…

$70…

Ah, a layby? I don’t actually know what other countries call it, but where I am they’re called laybys, not layaways. (At the charity store I volunteer at, they call ‘em “holds”, though…which makes things even more confusing.)

Watching th first ep at the anime club made me realise that one had a piano version of Marutsuke, while this one is standard Marutsuke.

Given 5

Ooh, I see English-translated lyrics! Nice one, subbers! By the way, the title of the OP “Kizuato” sounds like it should translate to “Traces of Scars/Wounds” in English, but it’s in katakana, so I can’t confirm that…

It seems joining a band is a metaphor for love in this show…(see ep. 3 notes for more on that)

Holy moly! I’m still fairly new to BL/yaoi in general, so two-timing the boyfriend is not a trope ‘ve seen before, let alone dealt with in my head…

Ooh, more translated lyrics! That (ED singer) does sound like Mafuyu, come to think of it…

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Le Chat Noir

SInce exams are over it’s time for me to write again! yaaay!! I missed this!!!

Since it’s Marichat May I decided to Get In On The Action and so here’s a fic for day 19 - identity reveal - which I’ve been planning for ages and it was pretty fun to write tbh

The title is a lazy reference to Le Chat Noir in Montmarte, which was one of the first cabarets. Titles are not my strong point, but eyyyyyyyy it’s doubly relevant

Also feel free to pop to my ao3

Le Chat Noir - a reveal fic with a bit of humour amidst the fluff (1959 words)

Chat was a self-proclaimed charmer. Self-proclaimed, because he considered his pun-based flirting to be the epitome of seduction and would often brag about his 'way with women'. Charmer, because it was somewhat true.

Marinette, weird as it was to admit it to herself, had been slowly falling under his spell. Yes, she'd always liked her teammate - he was reliable, good company, kind to her - but she'd never allowed herself to transgress that boundary. It would make their partnership weird after all, and Ladybug wasn't ready to make mistakes because of some silly crush. But as Marinette that had changed slightly.

When he was around her civilian self, Chat lowered some of his walls. Lolling on her bed and enthusing about his favourite anime, playing videogames, salivating over freshly-baked pastries, he seemed less untouchable hero, and more human - and an undeniably cute one at that. Without an akuma to distract her, she could really admire his tousled golden hair, his bright green eyes, the gorgeously toned body beneath the suit. (Stop it Marinette! Don't think about that! That was a violation of their sacred comradeship! He was Chat, and she was Ladybug and)

Chat really wasn't making it easier on her. His effusive, natural flirtatiousness, concentrated like that on her, was an indomitable force. Every time he sprung onto her balcony with some freshly plucked roses, or bought another small plushie to fill her bed, or, damnit, hit her with that confident, toothy smile, she could feel that partnership-relationship boundary becoming less clear. And sometimes, when they cuddled in bed and watched movies together, she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to kiss him, to entwine their bodies more deeply. His heat was enticing and his arms were strong - but Marinette was strong too, and unerringly loyal to the thought of Adrien.

So, in the end, it didn't matter. She could not afford to fall in love with Chat. She could not afford to admit that parts of her, great and persuasive parts, wanted to.

Even so, as Chat sprung into her room that evening, she couldn't stop her heart's flutter. Light in step, and light in voice, he bounced over to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Though many people in France did this in greeting, Chat made it feel more... charming, she supposed, amorous. Then, pulling away, he beamed at her, "Did you miss me?"

She gestured towards her homework, "Oh, desperately. Has my knight come to rescue me?"

Marinette was not naturally flirty, at all, but there was something about Chat (there were a lot of things about Chat, it seemed) that was different. She felt a bit nauseous every single time she batted her eyelids, but it was definitely fun.

He leaned over her to look - his smell so cosy, like home - and smiled, "Oh, it's science. I could help you with that."

"That's not the kind of rescuing I was thinking about."

"I can't condone slacking, Marinette."

"Bummer," she muttered, turning back to her work, her pencil tapping aimlessly against the edge of the desk.

"However," he purred, spinning her chair back to face him, "It's bad manners to ignore a guest."

"Are they a guest if they climb in through your windows? I'd call that an 'intruder'."

"Semantics."

There was a pause here. With Chat leaning over her, his hands placed either side of the chair's back, Marinette felt herself beginning to blush. She wrested herself away, getting up abruptly, and turning on the radio, "Well, you have a point. You can help me later, I guess, if you still want to. I need a break."

He grinned, "Alright! What's the plan?"

"Uh, I assumed you had one, considering you were so eager..."

"It's all a front, princess. I just wanted to get you away from that desk; you looked half-dead."

Princess again. She'd heard it a few times now, but the pet name still got to her, in its delightful intimacy. It made her warm and fuzzy, knowing he thought of her like that - or, at least, pretending to. She wasn't sure how she felt about his just saying it for the sake of it... somehow, it was important to her that he meant it, at least partly.

Wishing to shut out these traitorous thoughts, she turned the knob on the radio louder. Chat's eyes widened, "Oh, I love this song!"

Marinette's eyes widened too. Somehow, despite their shared evenings together, she had never pictured him liking music like this - sweet, cutesy, romantic. She loved it too, but, "I would've thought your taste would've been way different. Stromae, or something."

"Oh, I like him too, I listen to pretty much everything. But I have a special place in my heart for romance."

She wished he wouldn't look at her like that when saying such things. Especially when he was starting to move in time to the music, swaying and tapping his feet. Chat was beginning to transcend cute and had become irresistibly so, mouthing the words to the love song at her with an earnest expression: ‘I always liked to seduce but it's OK if you're the only one who likes me.’

She could laugh. She could swoon. She could kiss him!

At least, until he started actually singing. Maybe it didn't help that the singer was at a range well above his own, but it was clear that Chat had not been made to sing. Instead, he yowled, like the cliché of a cat, every note landing far from its mark. His voice strained at the edges. He was a mess. She could laugh, and so she did, unable to keep the giggles in at his genuine attempt to serenade her.

It seemed even Chat had flaws. Just like that, it had become a little easier not to fall in love with him. As long as he kept serenading her, she was safe; they could be Just Friends.

In the end, Marinette did not finish her science homework. She had spent the evening messing around with Chat, singing karaoke, and dancing goofily until they were flush and breathless, in a heap across Marinette's bed. Her mum had come in to ask about the noise, but she had managed to hide him beneath a blanket just in time - she wasn't ready to answer those questions just yet.

Luckily, the homework became unimportant, overshadowed by the news that their year would be putting on a musical. Every year put on a show around this time, but the fact that it was going to be a musical was especially exciting.

Nathaniel wished to do nothing more than make the sets - "I couldn't... I'd rather not be on stage" - and Marinette, though she wasn't a terrible singer, would rather be in charge of the costumes. However, there were certainly many others who wanted to act.

Alya was enthusiastic, "I wonder what it'll be! I love West Side Story, or maybe it's Phantom? Les Mis, perhaps. There are so many good musicals out there - ooh, what about Wicked? No, no, Grease is a classic."

Nino was interested, "I don't know how good I am at singing, but I'd like to do something, y'know. Music is my jam, so this should be cool. I'm pumped."

Chloe was confident, "Oh, I'll have to get the leading part. Daddy says I sing like an angel, and besides, I was born to be centre stage. None of you losers had better audition for the main part. It'll be me and Adrien up there together, right, Adri-kins?"

Adrien did not look particularly taken with the idea. However, there was no two ways about it - his looks and his natural stage presence meant he was the ideal lead. He had proven his talent in their class film, and there was no other boy quite as handsome or as charming as him. As romantic interests go, he was the perfect match. Besides, "I'm not a bad singer," he shrugged.

Alya nudged her neighbour, "Yes, but Adrien's probably just being humble. When he says 'not bad', he probably means 'amazing'. I wouldn't put it past him. Kid is perfect."

Marinette nodded, leaning forwards in her seat as Adrien stepped up to sing for them. She could imagine he was singing just for her, if she just pretended there was no one else in the room. Adrien, with his eyes like emeralds, and his hair like spun sunbeams, and his voice like -

Like nails scraping on a chalkboard? Like the clatter of old machinery? Like a primordial screech?

She winced. She noticed everyone in the class, from the corner of her eye, had been similarly affected. Faces paling, mouths dropping, Chloe on the verge of tears. No one had expected this. That perfect, beautiful Adrien, with his perfect, beautiful soul, should have such an ugly voice when he sang. A voice like -

A voice like Chat?

Her small wince turned into a minor coughing fit as she spluttered on the thought. That was ridiculous. Chat couldn't be Adrien. Chat was dangerous, Adrien was gentle... but had Chat not shown his gentleness to Marinette? Ok, ok, so they shared a characteristic or two. And ok, so they were both blonde, green eyes, beautiful body - as his partner, Marinette knew Chat's body well, as his covetous fan, she had studied Adrien's, and admittedly they bore remarkable similarities - but those were superficial traits. And, like, fine, they both had an abysmal singing voice, like a crying cat, but what did that mean? Nothing.

Except face it, Marinette. The chances of two people in Paris singing that badly was infinitissimally small. That was a god-given voice, a rarity. Forced with this truth, reminded of others, she had to accept the possibility that Adrien was the boy under the suit.

She relaxed now. Watched him. Despite the assault on her eardrums, it was actually quite cute. He didn't seem to realise, sang with abandon, with his whole body flung into song. He always had been eager.

Perhaps now she could afford to fall in love. With the both of them, with each part of the wonderful whole. She didn't need to forsake Adrien for Chat, she didn't need to hold Adrien on a distant pedestal when she knew and loved him in different skin. But, there was still the chance... she needed to check her theory.

Adrien came to the end of his song, and saw that the class were staring at him without a word. Not a single reaction, not a single sound. Slightly fazed, he went back to his seat. He whispered over to his friends, "How was that?"

Only Marinette had the wits about her to reply, "It was an interesting experience."

"Interesting doesn't always mean good," he said self-consciously.

"Semantics."

He didn't catch the hint, looking still a bit awkward. Obviously she had to be more blatant, to check if her idea was right, "You know, even though there were a few technical faults, you looked like a perfect knight up there."

He jerked to attention, looking her in the eye, seeing some meaning hidden there, "You think so?"

She nodded, "I can imagine you climbing in through the window to rescue someone."

Alya looked baffled at her friend's new bravery. Adrien looked coy, "Ah, damn, there goes my secret."

So it was true! "I have one or two of my own I think I could trade for that," she smiled. It was only fair after all, he should know the face of his partner. Friends across both identities - and perhaps, with more brewing beneath - she could only see that their teamwork would improve now. He'd all but confirmed it. Adrien was Chat Noir and there was no more perfect person it could be.

But meanwhile, "Hey, I was thinking, could you maybe help me with my science homework? I didn't get a chance to finish it last night since some dumb stray cat distracted me."

He laughed, fixing her with his intense green gaze, and brilliant smile, "I'd love to, princess."

Alya all but screamed.

[BTW this is the song I was thinking of when I wrote this]

#marichat may #marichat #chat noir #marinette #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrien agreste #adrinette #playing with the cliche boyyyy #kwa-mine

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Kylux Drabble: A Simple Request

(Ship Warning: Contains Kylux [Kylo Ren x General Hux])

*Slides the heck in* Eyyyyyyyy, this blog isn't dead. Kinda.

Regardless, I'm here today to celebrate the festivities of May the 4th...or, more aptly, Gay the 4th.

In honor of the movement that has arisen today to promote and raise awareness of LGBT representation in Star Wars media, have a crappy old Kylux drabble of mine that I have revamped/added to for the occasion.

I don't believe I posted the original version of this drabble on this blog before, but if I have have a slightly improved version of it anyway.

May the gay be with you, friends.

In the end, the Dark Side was about embracing power, and power, sometimes, was brought about through emotion.

Kylo Ren was, at his core, a man very much influenced by emotion: he had hopes, dreams, and aspirations like anyone else, focused though they may be through his training...

And sometimes all that energy, all that focused emotion and careful, regimented, and channeled power tended to break loose, break free, manifest in a myriad of ways...

Usually in violent outbursts, broken machinery, inanimate objects torn and sliced apart, followed by long periods of time spent alone, reassessing himself, connecting with his goals, his bloodline, his destiny, and calming down...

But never before had his emotions swung out and landed on attraction, before.

"General Hux."

The general turned to him, staring at Kylo with those stern, piercing blue eyes, eyes that Ren felt stab straight right through him...though, in truth, he had nothing to fear from this man: the power gap between a Knight of Ren and a mere, an ordinary General was simply too great...

Regardless, he took a deep breath, steadying himself.

"What is it, Ren?"

"..."

Some called Hux weasely, thin-boned, high-strung, and vain...but Kylo could see past all that gossip and bad-mouthing: Hux was a man of dedication, one who believed, strongly and without fail that the First Order would bring order to a chaotic galaxy, that his troops, trained nearly from birth, we're superior to mass-produced clones, and that, at the center of all things...

Power could bring peace and progress.

"Yes, Ren? What do you need? If you're just going to stand there and stare I will have to ask you t-"

"I have a request."

Hux's upright, commanding stance didn't falter, but his gaze did: his eyes traced over the Knight of Ren quickly, noting what he could from Ren's body language, unable to come to much of a conclusion, thanks to his hidden face...

He could glean tell that this request wasn't about business, though.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering if you need assistance on your next surveillance detail."

Hux's stance tightened as Ren's relaxed.

Ren knew that Hux took his last surveillance detail of each day alone, late in the night, when half the troops were resting and the others that were awake were occupied with training, mission preparation, and other menial tasks.

This night surveillance shift was usually quiet, consisting of standing at a security console near Hux's quarters, alone for several hours while he put some battle plans together and worked on some personal projects of his.

Why would Ren want to "help" him on such a detail?

He thought of their usual banter, of how they would butt heads over just about every decision made on-board and elsewhere, how at odds they seemed despite, in the end, sharing the same eventual goal: the victory of the First Order.

Perhaps, Hux mused, Ren had had a change of heart, and wanted to talk outside of the heat of battle or the tension of being on a mission. He could certainly handle that.

Hux looked Ren up and down, then responded, evenly:

"Yes. Meet me at the console in Block 336 at 01:00."

"Very well."

And with that, the Knight of Ren strode away, leaving Hux to return to his duties, while Kylo, in turn, breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

He'd said yes.

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When Ren entered block 336 he found Hux staring at a screen, subdivided into about a dozen camera views from around the station, sitting, leaned back in a chair.

Kylo tilted his head: he was not accustomed to seeing Hux sitting, let alone reclining and without his usual straight-backed, focused attention.

"General Hux."

"Kylo Ren."

The two greeted each other tersely, both aware that the situation was a bit more that it seemed to be.

Kylo reached for the back of Hux's chair, gently resting a hand on it near Hux's head, and although the general didn't flinch at the close proximity of the limb, he did turn his head to look up at the masked man, quizzically.

Ren met his gaze, and calmly reassured him:

"You can relax, there's no one else near this block. I would feel their presence."

"I'm aware, Ren."

The general nodded and waved a hand towards the screens ahead of him, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh as be stood up.

"Ren, what is this about?"

"..."

Kylo was silent for a time, then cooly replied:

"I simply have something to say to you, something I didn't want others to hear."

"What?"

Ren...flinched slightly. He was, for the first time in a while, unnerved by Hux's coldness, and it didn't go unnoticed: Hux's icy glare turned to a look of bewildered concern as Ren tightened his hands into fists, and glared the general right in the eye from under his helmet.

"I admire your dedication. It takes much for a man unattuned to the Force to do as much as you do. I have never seen you raise a blaster and yet you run the most important base, critical to our success efficiently, powerfully, and with certainty. Your work is beyond appreciated, General Hux."

Hux...stared at the man, and although his body language denoted discomfort, his gaze grew a little softer. He wondered, perhaps, if Snoke had put Ren up to this, had had enough of their petty squabbling and had sent Ren to him to make amends...

But even with that helmet in the way, with the lack of facial cues to discern the full emotional impact of Ren's words...

Again, Hux could tell this wasn't just about business.

"...your praise is appreciated, Ren."

The general turned back to his chair and away from the Knight of Ren, Kylo responding by immediately calling out:

"Wait!"

Hux turned back, just in time to see Ren removing his helmet, tousled black curls framing a...suprisingly winded and flushed face.

"The Dark Side is about embracing power, and power sometimes comes from passion. It is obvious that you have passion for what you do, General Hux..."

Ren reached forward, placing a trembling hand on Hux's shoulder, Kylo suprised that the general didn't move away or back, a relieved smile unconsciously crossing the Knight of Ren's face.

Hux, on the other hand, was stuck a little still by this development, especially by the instability of Ren's hand as it shook on his shoulder and that odd smile that had crept across Kylo's face for a moment there: was he mad? Going mad? Why was he acting this way?

Regardless, he remained quiet as Kylo finished:

"...I can appreciate that, despite our occasional disagreements."

Hux was...starting to lose his nerve. His shoulders relaxed slightly, his gaze becoming less stern, his jaw not set, glancing from Ren to his hand on his shoulder and back.

"Well, I'd say they're a little more than 'occasional', Ren."

"..."

He didn't move back as Ren took a step closer, didn't flinch as he brought his face close to Hux's.

"...for some who heed the call to the darkness, our power is increased when we allow certain emotions to grow stronger, when we explore and pursue certain..."

Ren was visibly shaking, nervous, heart racing as he moved his hand up to cradle the side of Hux's face. The general stayed still.

"...emotions. Would you be willing to indulge and, perhaps, reciprocate such emotion, with me?"

Hux tilted his head slightly into Ren's hand, an eyebrow raised, looking him up and down.

He...hadn't considered romantic endeavors in quite a while...but with Ren staring at him with that terrified, blushy face, a side of the frightening Knight visible, now, that he had never seen before: with that helmet off, with Ren shaking like a frightened child approaching their playground crush, with Hux able to see the genuine longing and fear of rejection in those dark eyes...

He was quite intrigued.

"Very well, Ren," Hux said, his tone stern, but his words accepting:

"I will give this endeavor of yours a chance."

"...th-thank you, General Hux."

The Knight of Ren took his hand from Hux's face, quickly gathering his composure and reaching for his helmet.

"Ren!"

Kylo startled slightly at the General's loud command.

"I have a request to make of you."

Hux strode forward, getting very close to Ren, who in turn, blushed even more brightly, it taking everything in Hux's power not to laugh at such a display.

"...y-yes, General Hux?"

Hux looked him over one last time, weighing options, noting facial features and the tone of Ren's voice...

He moved swiftly, cupping the back of Ren's head and pulling him in close, planting a short, soft kiss on the man's forehead before pulling away and nodding towards Ren's helmet.

"You should go. Report back to my chambers after this surveillance detail tomorrow for further discussion on this endeavor of yours. Understood?"

Ren nodded, placing his helmet back on...

Unable to hide the little, blushy smile that spread across his face as the dark helm clamped down and hid his features from view.

"Understood, Hux."

#trinemobileblogging #trinefluff #kylux #gaythefourth #*comes back to main blog after months just to drop some gay fan fiction*#What else is new honestly?#Also hhhhh I always worry about writing star wars stuff #gonna mess up the lore and/or characters #hhhhhh apologies in advance

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