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cobrakaisb · 3 years

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hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3

of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods.

Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers

miguel:

you and miguel are so close

the age difference does not affect him at all

he is very protective of you before cobra kai

but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈

let’s just say that this kid is bothering you

miguel definitely notices and scares them off

you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that

“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”

you were so excited for him at the all valley

you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything

miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do

karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you

miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads

“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺

you wear his hoodies all the time

they are very big on you, but very comfy

you help him with sam

“i punched her in the face” “what why?”

“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”

when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it

“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy”

johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel

y’all hang out together

his friends are your friends and vice versa

your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”

when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny

“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”

but then you cry into his chest

when miguel wakes up you’re at school

you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up

you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him

“i love you too y/n now get off me”

you can’t keep up with his love life

“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?”

overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother

robby:

you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)

you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)

“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”

when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift

you actually go to school, unlike him

“just skip y/n” “no robby”

it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again

“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him

you go to the skatepark with him

he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)

when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to

he feels so awkward about it

“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”

robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)

i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions

like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something

he also knows how to cheer you up :)))

“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”

when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him

because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that

you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves

“why can’t she just be our mom?”

when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies

but quickly explains that he can’t leave you

daniel tells robby that you can come too

“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”

you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point

“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room

when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him

you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go

“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”

you just understand each other

when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too

you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you

you have many arguments about this

“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”

robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny

the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do

eli/hawk:

okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what

you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once

you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)

you encourage him to do karate

when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him

now the roles are reversed

hawk protects you now

no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him

i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you

“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”

sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉

he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”

you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli

“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*

“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”

“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”

one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch

“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you

hawk has a proud brother moment

anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”

his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you

“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”

“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!”

as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it

as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs

“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”

when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks

you confront him about his new behavior

“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!”

you’re crying and then storm off to your room

that breaks him

is highkey the start of his redemption

when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”

literally motivates him to fix things

you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back

you hug him so tight

“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”

bonus demetri:

he is a nerd, you are a nerd

the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together

“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”

you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic

it gets on your nerves

bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt

“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”

even though you’re a nerd you’re cool

like you have a lot of friends in your grade

“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume

listen to his rants about how eli’s changed

you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out

so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do

“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone”

demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do

if you do join great more sibling bonding

if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties

y’all go to the comic book store together

its sibling bonding time

you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing

“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!”

you sign his cast first

you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand

you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮

“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”

very obvious about your distaste for her

when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary

“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”

eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms

“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”

your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing

bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:

you are older than him by like a year

but you’re still besties for life

you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai

“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”

you always ruffle his hair

cheer for him at the all valley

“yeah bert!”

but also like you can’t watch

when he gets eliminated you cringe

he’s sad about it

“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great”

your opinion matters so much to him

he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺

seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft

“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?”

bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero

y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 3 years

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My complicated opinion on Keith Kogane

Keith Kogane is definitely one of the more popular characters in the VLD fandom. People love brooding emo bad boys.

My feelings on Keith are... complicated. I definitely don’t hate him. I have a lot of problems with the character but I don’t think I could ever bring myself to actually hate him. Mainly because I kinda relate to him. We both have problems controlling our emotions, interacting with people, and making friends.

And we both have trouble believing there are people who truly have our best interests at heart and won’t abandon us because we’re a burden.

What I do hate is the way his character was written and the way it negatively impacted the characters around him.

There are definitely a lot of factors that contributed to VLD ending up the way it did. But to me, Keith and the writers insistence on pushing him to the forefront was the poison that killed the show.

Ok, before we get into this whole rant I feel like I should talk about the things I do like about Keith.

I like the premise of Keith’s character. He’s half Galra and never really fit in on Earth. He didn’t act like the other “normal” kids so kids made fun of him and adults didn’t want to deal with him. So in order to protect himself from the pain of rejection he would put up a tough angry facade and push people away and reject them before they could reject him.

This is something that really resonates with me personally having grown up neurodivergent. It’s awful growing up in a world that isn’t made for people like you and not knowing how to interact with or connect with your peers. Especially when you don’t know why you’re like that.

You learn to avoid social interaction because it always ends up negative. You put up walls because you don’t feel like anybody understands you or what you’re going through.

I know the writers probably didn’t intend to code Keith as neurodivergent. They just wanted Keith to be a hothead with abandonment issues, but nonetheless, this interpretation means a lot to me.

I also really like his relationship with Shiro. Keith is so used to being left behind and abandoned that when he meets someone like Shiro who’s patient and genuinely cares it’s new and strange. He’s so ready for Shiro to abandon him, even telling Shiro to send him back to the home, but Shiro refuses to leave him and tells Keith ethat he’s never going to give up on him.

It’s also interesting to see how their relationship develops over time. It’s clear Keith trusts Shiro, but you can tell that that fear of abandonment is still there deep down. In S2, Keith tells Shiro that he’s like a brother to him, and then in season 6, he takes the extra step and tells Shiro that he IS his brother and that he loves him. And for someone like Keith, telling their friend they love them is a big scary thing.

And also it’s just great to see a platonic “I love you,” especially between two guys. Don’t be afraid to tell your bros you love them!!!

Now let’s talk about the stuff I didn’t like.

Keith doesn’t have much going for him in terms of personality. He’s just sorta brooding and serious all the time. He does make jokes occasionally but it’s rare. The writers were more focused on making him cool and badass rather than fun.

I always loved the idea of Keith as a cocky carefree asshole who doesn’t give a shit about rules/laws and is kinda rude/aggressive but has a heart of gold deep down and would do anything for the people he cares about. (Just like a cat.)

I would also make him more alien esc. In terms of design I like the idea of Keith having red eyes with narrow pupils and fangs. And also just small things like the way he walks and holds himself. He growls and bears his teeth when he’s angry, his hair puffs up when scared, he’s fast and agile, disappearing and reappearing without making much noise, small things.

Then you have his race and sexuality. I have no doubt in my mind that Keith was intended to be a straight white dude. A lot of people see him as gay and Asian but there’s no evidence for this in canon. Acxa was originally intended to be his love interest and his race was never mentioned in canon. His name isn’t even Kogane in canon. (And the race of the voice actor doesn’t equal the race of the character. If that was the case Shiro, Hunk, and Lance would be white.)

They should’ve totally made Keith Japanese like he was in the original. It would’ve been so easy! Just canonize Kogane as his last name and have the book say he’s half Japanese half Galra. They could’ve also done what they did with Shiro and keep his og GoLion name. Just have him be Akira Kogane. Definitely cooler than “Keith.”

And as for his sexuality, I definitely think they should’ve had Keith be gay. But well get to that Later...

I also don’t like how they handled the whole Krolia thing. Not only was it crazy rushed, but it completely goes against the shows theme of found family.

Keith’s arc should’ve been about overcoming his abandonment issues and learning to accept the paladins as family. But instead they just get rid of the abandonment issues by just giving him his mom back.

I know a lot of people love Krolia but I don’t feel like she should’ve been introduced in anything other than flashbacks. Because Keith’s mom isn’t really that important. The show is about found family and friendship, not blood relation.

You can definitely have Keith learn about his mom and his family, but I feel like giving him his mom back was too much.

Personally, I always headcanoned that Kolivan was Keith’s grandfather or just a close friend of Krolia’s, and when Keith showed up at the Blade’s base Kolivan recognized the blade as his Krolia’s. Keith could learn about his mom through Kolivan telling him about her, how she was a great person and warrior who died fighting to make the universe a safer place for her son.

Another thing I didn’t like was the whole Keith leaving the team for the Blades thing. I know why he did it, he felt like the team was gonna reject him, he wanted to be more useful, and wanted to learn about his family, but I feel like you could’ve touched on all that without having him abandon his team.

One of the biggest problems with the show is that they did a bad job at establishing the paladins as friends, they feel like coworkers more than anything, and I feel like Keith being absent for two seasons contributed to that.

And his absence is hardly addressed. The team forms Voltron perfectly without him and no one ever says they miss him. Keith doesn’t even seem like he missed them after being gone for two years.

And a lot of the weight was taken out of that Keith v Kuron fight by the fact that Keith and Kuron hardly interacted.

That whole thing amounted to four things, Keith meeting Krolia (which I don’t think should’ve happened), them finding the colony (which was a dumb plot I don’t think should’ve happened), Keith aging up two years (which was weird and unnecessary), and Keith meeting Kosmo (which is... complicated).

I don’t think this plot was necessary. Keith should’ve stayed with his team.

Then you have his relationship with Lance. I know people are very sensitive about this topic. People have very strong opinions about whether or not Keith and Lance were intended to be romantically coded.

Personally, I do like Klance but I don’t believe they were romantically coded. I think if you want them to get together some things would have to go differently.

For example, the bonding moment. In canon, Lance tells Keith, “we make a good team.” I don’t see this as referring to him and Keith. I think he was talking about the whole team. If you want it to be about the two of them, I feel like it should be Lance telling Keith something like, “ya know, you’re not so bad after all,” and then Keith smiles and responds, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

Another example could be the scene where Lance comes to Keith with his insecurities. (Whether it’s as a leader or a friend.) This scene was weird in canon, Lance comes to Keith for advice and Keith basically tells him to just stop thinking about it.

I would prefer if Lance brought up to Keith how he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough or that he doesn’t have, “a thing,” and Keith is completely dumbfounded like, “what are you even talking about?” He goes on about all the good shit about Lance. Talks about how Blue chose him, how he’s a great shot, how he’s good at dealing with people, meanwhile Lance is standing there in shock as Keith says all these nice things about him.

Over all you would just have to develop their relationship more. More meaningful interactions. And if you want the relationship to be romantic you would have to establish that early on. Establish that one or both has romantic feelings for the other in like S1/S2 because if you wait too long it’s gonna feel forced/out of no where.

And then... you have the Black Paladin arc... I’m gonna be real with y’all, this is the arc that killed the show for me, for a few reasons.

One, even ignoring the whole quintessence bond thing, it makes no sense for Keith to be the bp. He doesn’t fit the role. I adore Shiro but choosing Keith as his successor was a dumb move. I get that he saw potential in Keith but they’re are fighting a war, there’s no room for favoritism.

Shiro should’ve chosen Allura as his successor. Not only does she have actual leadership experience, but you would only have one paladin in a new Lion instead of three.

If a lifeguard breaks his leg and can’t work, he should choose an experienced swimmers to take his place, not his little bro that’s still in water wings in the hopes that it’ll teach him to swim.

Two, Keith being the bp doesn’t help his arc. Keith’s arc is about overcoming his abandonment issues and learning to be a team player, he doesn’t need to be the leader for that.

VLD should’ve been about the paladins growing into the best versions of themselves they could be. Their development shown by unlocking new abilities in their respective lions, new forms for their bayards, and new Voltron bayard power ups. They shouldn’t have to change lions and themselves.

Keith and Red have a strong bond and work great together. Keith and Red are both temperamental, unpredictable, and have issues with trust. Keith having to fight to get Red to trust and open up to him mirrors how others have to fight to earn Keith’s trust and get him to let down his walls.

It would’ve been interesting to see them grow together. Keith has no emotional connection with Black.

We never even get to see them bond. Keith just suddenly becomes the “perfect” bp/leader because he got over his mommy issues

Three, it’s a MASSIVE disservice to Shiro’s character. Shiro put all the work in earning his position as the bp, he literally fits fought Zarkon on the astral plane to earn her trust, yet Keith is the true bp? What?

It sucks. Sendak told Shiro that a monster like him could never be a paladin and the writers went and proved him right. Hell Shiro didn’t even get to kill Sendak, Keith got that too.

And don’t tell me, “but he got the Atlas!” REALLY!? A massive Deus ex machina that required absolutely no effort from him to acquire!? Filled with a bunch of rando background characters no one gives a shit about!? You’re totally right, that 100% makes up for it.

I could go on and on about how the treatment of Shiro in this show (and fandom) is blatantly ableist but that’s a rant for another time.

It sucks. I want to like Keith! He had the potential to be an amazing character but the writers just kept on trying to turn him into something he wasn’t and it ruined him for me.

They kept trying to turn Keith into the main character and ignored that ALL the paladins are the main characters. It’s an ensemble cast! You don’t have to have everything come back to one guy.

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musette22 · 4 years

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You Make My Heart Skip A Beet

You Make My Heart Skip a Beet

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)

Word count: 3.8k

Rating: Teen and Up

A/N: Based on this lovely prompt by @greyhoundsgirl. I have to be honest here, I’ve never actually seen Top Chef though so I thought it would be safer to make up a new fictional amateur cooking competition which I’ve titled Chef Wars :p

No warnings to speak of, apart from maybe for awful food puns, but it is a bit of a cracky piece, and it’s in Sam POV (poor guy). Hope you enjoy!! 💗 Huge thanks to the amazing @rainbowsandcoconut for brainstorming, food puns and awesome beta’ing, as usual 😘

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Summary:

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

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When Sam and Steve had first been approached about being guest judges on an Avengers-themed special of Chef Wars, they’d spent a full fifteen minutes jumping around the common room in the Tower like a pair of overgrown kids on a sugar high.

Guest judges. On Chef Wars.

It so happens that Sam and Steve watch Chef Wars religiously. In fact, Steve even mentioned this in passing in one or two of his more recent interviews when asked how Captain America likes to spend his downtime, which is probably how the show’s executives had thought to invite them in the first place.

Sam’s love for cooking and cooking shows was passed down to him by his mother Darlene, and he, in turn, passed it on to Captain America – though if you’d told ten-year-old Sam that, he would’ve thought you were nuts. Poor Steve isn’t exactly the culinary sort of guy himself, but once Sam started turning up on his doorstep three nights a week to keep him company and make sure he didn’t sink further into depression, he’d slowly started to enjoy the shows Sam insisted on watching with him. Sam figured the familiarity of the actions and the low stakes of an amateur cooking competition would be perfectly suited to someone trying to integrate into a new century, while still being just exciting enough to hold the attention of an adrenaline junkie like Steve.

And he was right. So now, every Thursday night, the two of them chill on Steve’s couch, yelling at the TV and pretending they‘d do a better job of it than the contestants. Which, to be fair, Sam probably would, but Steve decidedly would not. What Steve lacks in culinary skills, though, he more than makes up for with his crazy supersoldier metabolism, rivaled only by the Other Guy and sometimes Thor, once he’s cracked open the mead. Steve can eat, and he does so with relish.

So needless to say, when they got the invite, they’d both jumped at the chance. Who wouldn’t, when presented with the opportunity to do the thing they did every Thursday night for funsies, but this time for realsies? And after weeks of giddy anticipation, today is finally the day.

Filming day.

The whole thing had gotten off to an excellent start. The sun was shining, Steve had actually been whistling on their way to the studio instead of nervously drumming his fingers on the dashboard (something which got on Sam’s nerves like nothing else), and they’d been offered some quality Italian espresso when they arrived. The show got on the road as soon as they’d gotten a quick tour of the studio, and after lights, camera, action, the contestants were introduced one by one.

There is Bernadette, a Missouri housewife who turned out to be somewhat of a BBQ expert and who reminds Sam of his Aunt Jenna; there’s Bob, a big, burly dude from Kentucky who wouldn’t look amiss on a Pro Wrestling show but who ends up surprising them all with a surprisingly delicate edible flower-dish dedicated to his lovely wife; and Yulia, a tiny, fierce girl from Bulgaria with some mean knife skills who Sam suspects could very well be a distant relative of Natasha’s.

And then there’s Bucky Barnes.

Bucky Barnes is a thirty-one-year-old physical therapist from Brooklyn who’s looking to change careers and get into the restaurant business full time. He has that whole hipster vibe going on: long, meticulously conditioned chestnut hair in a messy top knot, designer stubble, sleeve of – admittedly awesome – tattoos on his left arm. His cool, blue eyes and sharp cheekbones give him a model-like appearance, and yet there’s something soft and disarming about him.

Steve certainly seems to think so, at least.

The moment Barnes came walking through those glass doors, Sam heard Steve suck in a sharp breath at his side. A quick glance at Steve’s slack-jawed expression told Sam all he needed to know, since the dude is about as subtle as a sledgehammer. He’d elbowed Steve in the side until he looked over and pretended to wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth. Steve’s eyes went wide as he hastily mirrored the movement, missing the joke by about fifty yards. Oh, boy.

From that moment onward, Steve’s brain seemed to have gone through a blender, turning it into a rainbow smoothie – which was pretty unfortunate, considering they were going to have to interact with the contestants in a way that was suitable for daytime television.

The thing is, Steve is not exactly what you’d call a people person at the best of times. He’s fine with someone he’s known for a while and feels comfortable with, but with strangers he’s just… a little awkward. Credit where credit’s due, Steve is one of the most loyal, sweet, funny and whip-smart guys Sam has ever known – and let’s not forget stubborn as hell – but he’s also very, very bad at social cues. It’s not his fault, of course. Steve had gone from growing up pretty isolated without any real friends to speak of, to suddenly spending years surrounded only by his army buddies, which wasn’t at all representative for how normal people interacted with each other (Sam knows this from experience).

While Steve’s many social faux-pas are an endless source of entertainment for Sam, he’s not a total asshole, and he has tried to help Steve practice his social skills. Unfortunately, giving him well-meaning advice like “just be yourself” seems to be a sure-fire way to ensure Steve will put his foot in his mouth somehow.

That’s why Steve prefers to put on his Cap persona for public interactions. When he’s Captain America instead of Steve Rogers, all he has to do is look commanding and sort of friendly and say bland things like “I’m very happy to be here” and “You did well, son” and no one would be any the wiser that beneath that righteous exterior, Steve was floundering and wondering when he could reasonably leave whatever social engagement Pepper had sweet-talked him into attending, and head home to the comfort of his armchair and his sketchbook.

For today’s engagement, Steve had wisely adopted this approach as well, and the fact that he was genuinely excited to be there helped to loosen him up a little – so really, it should’ve all been fine.

But then Bucky Barnes from Brooklyn walked into the room and turned his big, blue eyes in Steve’s direction, and Steve promptly seemed to forget who or what a Captain America even was.

So far, Steve has already missed his cue twice, and it’s taken Sam stepping on his toes to get him to focus. To be fair, though, Steve puts in a valiant effort to pull himself together, managing to ooh and aah in all the right places when talking to the other candidates – sheer dumb luck, if you ask Sam. But as Steve’s best friend and confidante, Sam sees right through it. He hasn’t missed the way Steve’s gaze keeps drifting in Barnes’ direction, and coupled with the blush creeping up the back of Steve’s neck whenever Barnes’s eyes meet his, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Cap has got himself a Manhattan-sized crush.

Now, most people probably aren’t aware that Captain America is also attracted to men, but Sam has a feeling that by the end of this episode, that cat will be most definitely out of the closet. Steve’s never purposely hid his sexuality; it was more of a question of it never having come up yet. It sure as hell has come up now.

And what makes this even better is that Barnes is just as bad. He stuttered his way through his introduction, very obviously starstruck at meeting Captain America, but also very obviously gay as hell for him, if the way his eyes lingered on Steve’s chest and thighs is any indication. Sam, for his part, is incredibly amused by it all. Not only does he get to be on the set of his favorite cooking show, he also gets to rib Steve, throwing in as many food puns as he possibly can – most of which go over Steve’s head because he’s too busy drooling over Barnes. Sam’s wit is wasted on his friends.

Then, it’s time to judge. In the first round, the contestants are supposed to make something which represents why they got into cooking in the first place.

Sam can feel Steve practically vibrate with nerves at his side as they walk up to Barnes’ station. Feeling magnanimous, Sam decides to have mercy on his muscly pal and take the lead on this one.

“Mr. Barnes,” he says, giving Barnes an encouraging smile. “Tell us about your dish, if you please.”

“Call me Bucky,” Barnes says, returning the gesture with a quick quirk of his lips.

Next to him, Steve repeats the name in a whisper, most likely unaware that he’s even doing it.

Sam has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking.

*****

Bucky’s confessional

“I grew up in Brooklyn, as the eldest of five kids. My dad left when I was fifteen, and while I was still in school, my mom had to work three jobs to provide for us all. She wasn’t home much, so it was kind of up to me to make sure dinner was on the table most nights.”

Bucky plucks at the seam of his black skinny jeans, lost in thought. “I think that’s why my specialty is comfort food. Nothing unnecessary, just hearty, nutritious food, y’know?” With a tilt of his head, he adds, “Although since all my siblings moved into their own places I’ve been cooking mostly for myself and my cat, so I’ve been experimenting with adding some twists to my tried and tested recipes.” He laughs, right hand clasping the back of his neck in a bashful gesture. “I’ve had… mixed success. Luckily Alpine has loved all of it. She’s my cat.”

“My first dish today is Irish soda bread with sage butter and Himalayan sea salt,” Bucky continues. “Bread was something we could never have enough of in our household. Five growing kids, y’know? And also, um...” A slight blush creeps its way onto Bucky’s cheeks, his eyes flitting around nervously. “Well, I guess you could say I used to be a bit of a history nerd growing up. I was super interested in World War II, particularly, uh, Captain America.” His blush deepens, spreading upwards from the neckline of his white t-shirt to the tips of his pierced ears.

“I, uh, I basically read every Steve Rogers biography I could get my hands on, which is why I learned to make things like soda bread because, y’know, Steve Rogers was Irish. Is Irish,” he corrects himself. Bucky’s eyes glaze over, taking on a faraway look. “Man, I couldn’t believe it when Cap was found a few years ago,” he marvels, “and alive. I don’t think I slept for a week after I found out.” He stares into space for a moment before shaking himself. He clears his throat, eyes refocusing on the person behind the camera. “Anyway, so when I heard that Chef Wars was doing an Avengers-themed special, I immediately applied because Steve – Cap, I mean- Captain America. Um. Yeah, so Cap mentioned in a few of his interviews that he watches Chef Wars, so I figured there would be a good chance he’d be watching this one too, you know? And then I got the email that I’d been selected and that he was going to be the one judging us, and I just…” Bucky trails off, looking a little faint, the blood draining from his face as quickly as it had risen.

“God, I just can’t believe I’ll finally get to see him in the flesh.” His eyes widen. “In person, I mean," he hastily amends. "And I’m excited about my dishes too, of course. I really hope Cap will like them. And the Falcon. Him, too. Yeah.”

*****

“I made soda bread.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

When Steve puts a piece of bread into his mouth and chews slowly, he sniffs, eyes turning a little watery. “It tastes exactly like my mom’s,” he says in a hushed voice, sounding like he can’t quite believe his taste buds. Sam pats Steve’s back consolingly, before scooping up some sage butter with his own piece of bread and taking an enthusiastic bite.

“Hmm, nice,” he says, giving Barnes an appreciative nod. “And the butter? You make that yourself, too?”

“You butter believe it,” Barnes replies, then immediately looks horrified, like he can’t believe he made a pun that bad on national television.

Sam cackles, holding out his fist for Barnes to bump. When Barnes has recovered enough to return the gesture with his left hand, Steve stares longingly at their touching hands, before letting his gaze trail over the tattoos on Barnes’ exposed forearm. Since he's not exactly subtle about it, Barnes catches him looking and gives Steve a tentative smile when their eyes meet. Steve chokes on absolutely nothing and launches into an impromptu coughing fit. “Crumbs,” he wheezes, thumping a massive fist on his massive chest, “wrong pipe.”

Sam just smirks at him, before turning back to Barnes. “That was delicious,” he tells him. “Can’t wait for your next dish, man.”

“Really, really, good,” Steve chimes in once he’s caught his breath. “Well done, Bucky.”

Barnes goes as red as a tomato, eyes trained on the floor as he awkwardly shifts from foot to foot. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Steve, please,” Steve implores.

Barnes bites his lip, looking up at Steve through his lashes. “Thanks, Steve.”

Sam's pretty sure Steve stops breathing altogether right then. Christ, it’s like there’s an electrical current running between the two of them, the air crackling with it. Thunderbolts and lighting, very very nauseating.

Sam claps his hands. “Right,” he says loudly, “moving on to the next contestant now… Yulia, what have you prepared for us?”

*****

By the time the second round rolls around, Steve has had a series of meltdowns and Sam has spent precious time he could’ve been exploring the set and taking pics for his mom on talking Steve out of a bathroom stall. Damn, he’s a good friend. It takes all of Sam’s VA-honed therapist skills to convince Steve that he’s doing fine, he’s not embarrassing himself, and no one but Sam has noticed Steve’s massive heart boner for Barnes yet. Sam actually isn’t entirely positive about that last one – or the first two for that matter – but Steve doesn’t need to know that. There are still two rounds to go.

In the second round, contestants are asked to make a dish that represents who they are as a person.

While the contestants are cooking up a metaphorical storm, Sam and Steve walk around their stations to chat with everyone some more, camera crew on their heels. Steve manages to get out at least three complete sentences, and Bernadette and Bob are too in awe of him to notice the few times he says something that doesn’t actually make any sense. Yulia has given no indication that she even knows who either of them are, and Sam can practically feel the relief radiating off of Steve. He guesses that’s part of why he and Natasha get on so well.

When they round on Barnes’ station, Barnes has just started seasoning his dish. There’s a checkered dishcloth slung over his right shoulder and a focused look on his face, which turns into one of low-key stress the moment he spots Steve and Sam coming towards him. Leaning his hip against the counter, Sam settles in to watch Steve make a fool of himself. He's not disappointed.

“Wow,” Steve says inanely, gesturing in the direction of Barnes’ hands. “That’s- you’re- you’re really good at that.”

Barnes pauses his turning of the peppermill to give Steve a slightly panicked look. “At… grinding?”

At Steve’s strangled cough, Barnes seems to realize what he just said, his bewildered expression morphing into one of abject mortification. The poor guy looks like he’d very much like the ground to swallow him whole right about now.

Honestly, these two deserve each other.

When they've finished chatting to everyone and it’s time to taste, Barnes is asked to explain his dish and how it represents him. He seems to have pulled himself together somewhat since their last encounter, his stance a little more confident now and his eyes only drifting to Steve’s pecs every other sentence.

“I’m a simple guy,” he tells them, somehow managing to make it sound genuine instead of cliché. “I enjoy the little things in life. I like taking care of people, making them feel good and comfortable, and I think that’s reflected in my cooking. I enjoy making comfort food, the hale and hearty stuff.” He licks his lips, meaningfully adding, “Although, don’t get me wrong. I do indulge occasionally. I’ve got my guilty pleasures same as everyone else, y'know?” That last part is directed at Steve, who nods dazedly, like he knows exactly what Barnes means. Gross.

“So I guess you could say you’re just… arugula guy?” Sam grins, cheerfully ignoring the growing sexual tension.

Barnes stares at him for a beat, and then snorts. “You know what?” he says, returning Sam's grin, “the s’more I get to know you, the s’more I like you.”

Sam has a very real moment where he thinks he might actually fall in love with this guy himself. It’s only Steve’s doe-eyed look that keeps him from proposing to Barnes there and then. Okay, and maybe the fact that Barnes is clearly smitten with Steve, and also Sam is straight and very happily dating Nat, who would not hesitate to gut him if he decided to elope with some pasty hipster dude.

Barnes’ dish – mac and cheese with black truffle and locally sourced cheeses and fancy cuts of bacon – is mouthwateringly good, and Sam tells him as much. Using appropriate words to do so. You know, like a normal person.

Steve, on the other hand, moans loudly around his bite and then, mouth still full, he blurts, “That’s exactly what I thought you’d taste like.”

In the painfully awkward silence that follows, Steve and Barnes blush so hard the combined heat of their flaming cheeks could probably power most of New York City. This time, Sam can’t contain his laughter. He crows as he gleefully slaps his thighs, and even some of the crew is hiding having a hard time staying professional in the face of such blatant dumbassery.

Shaking his head, Sam grabs Steve by the bicep and herds him towards the backroom. “Come on, Casanova,” he says. “Let’s get you some ice for those burns.”

*****

For dessert, Barnes goes all out.

He actually makes Captain America cake pops, shaped and decorated like Steve’s shield with blue, red and white frosting. Steve’s eyes almost bug out of his head when he sees them. Barnes explains how they’re “sort of an adult version” of normal cake pops, which makes Sam raise an eyebrow. He’s been on the internet. He unfortunately has seen adult versions of all kinds of Captain America paraphernalia. Fortunately, Barnes just means that his cake pops have some sort of liquor in the center, “for a punch, you know?”

The starry-eyed look Steve gives Barnes clearly conveys just how clever he thinks that is, and Sam surreptitiously rolls his eyes. No game whatsoever, either of them.

“I’ve never had a cake pop before,” Steve says, carefully picking up one of the treats and inspecting it curiously.

“Oh,” Barnes says, blinking at him. “Well, normally you’d eat them in one go, but these are a bit bigger than usual because of the shape of the shield, so you probably won’t be able to fit -”

The rest of his sentence sort of peters off into a stunned silence as Steve proceeds to stick a whole-ass giant cake pop in his mouth in one go, letting out an appreciative grunt as he chews and then swallows.

Barnes’s mouth goes slack. “Oh my god,” he breathes, his eyes glazing over, and Sam cracks up. Again.

The cake pops are actually surprisingly good, despite their garish (sorry, Steve) appearance, and then it’s time to retreat and deliberate. As was to be expected, Steve has a crisis of conscience.

“I can’t vote for him just because he made my mom’s soda bread and he practically raised his baby sisters by himself and he cooks for his cat and he has pretty eyes, Sam!” he laments, voice muffled into his massive forearms. Sam makes the filming crew promise not to air this bit. It takes some doing, but finally Sam manages to convince Steve that Barnes’s food was simply the best. Better than all the rest. He even does a little Tina impression to get his point across, and that seems to do it.

When they announce the winner, Barnes smiles so wide it transforms his whole face and makes Steve melt into a puddle of Gü.

Sam has to nudge Steve again to get him to say his line, since he’s too busy mooning over Barnes to notice the autocue changing. “Ah, yes!” Steve says loudly. “First prize is a substantial sum of money, sponsored by Tony Stark, which we hope will go towards opening your own restaurant–"

“… and a weekend stay at Avengers Tower, also sponsored by Tony!”

Steve’s head whips around to him in surprise. Sam winks at him. “Including a private tour of the premises by none other than Captain America himself. Isn’t that right, Steven?”

A beat of silence, and then Steve.exe starts back up. "Right,” he nods, drawing out the word. “Yes. That’s right.” Sam pats his arm. Good man.

Stepping forward, Steve takes Barnes’ hand and shakes it slowly. “Congratulations, Bucky. I look forward to seeing you again soon," he says, adding, after a quick, bracing inhale, “and maybe when you visit, I can make my mom’s stew for you? If- if you like?”

Sam feels a surge of pride. Look at Steve go, being something almost in the vicinity of smooth.

Barnes laps it up, beaming at Steve. “I’d really love that,” he says in a low voice, still holding Steve's hand. “I’m sure you’re delicious.” His eyes widen. “It’s delicious. The stew – not- not-" Abruptly, Barnes stops babbling, then seems to come to a decision. “Oh, fuck it,” he mutters, and pulls Steve towards him, crashing their mouths together in a scorching kiss.

Over the noise of the assembled crowd's whoops and cheers, Sam gleefully calls, “And that, my friends, is a wrap!”

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years

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Letting Go:

Trigger Warnings: Um Angst...and some Mutual Pining?

Word Count: 2,276

Characters: Michael Gray x Reader

+ Polly Gray, Gina Gray.

Request: “Okay so I just came up with the idea for Michael Gray x Reader, where Michael leaves for America and comes back with Gina, and the reader learns about it and is pissed with him cause he didn’t want to “get involved” but comes back with a wife...I don’t know the ending, it may be sad or happy :) Thank you love!”

Requested by: @msbzowy

I apologize for it taking me so long, it’s been a crazy month or so lol. I actually really liked this bc it helped me get out my own feels about a much more less dramatic situation lol. Also I liked how your idea focused on this part in the show because Michael kinda really did that one girl dirty, leaving her to have her procedure done and then later turning around and having a kid w Gina...like lol the audacity. (I realize time had passed and he’s allowed to change throughout the shows timeline but it still rubbed me the wrong way a tiny bit cuz I felt bad for that girl he had a fling with. Lol don’t come for my neck plz guys).

Summary: Y/N has no more time for fuckboys.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you watched the ship depart, taking your heart with it. The steam rolling out the top as it loudly groaned to life and set sail for America. You sat there until it disappeared, accepting the fact you’d never see the one you loved again.

Michael had been sent off to America for “business” purposes, much to you and his mother Polly’s dismay. You had been close to him ever since he met you at the Garrison two years ago, slowly integrating you into his life and into Polly’s as well. He always tried to keep you from the peaky business that went on, but with you being stubborn, it led you to working as a secretary for the Shelby’s and joining Michael on business runs on occasion. Giving you both some quality time together, despite neither of you admitting your feelings. You were shocked at first as Polly had hired you after seeing how you interacted with everyone else, and so when they shipped him off right under your nose you were taken aback, and downright furious.

Furious at the fact that Tommy would send him away without as much as a phone call briefly explaining the details, and furious at Michael for saying “I’m doing this for the business Y/N. It’s not you, it’s just that I’m not wanting to get involved in anything right now. It’s better if I go at this alone now.”

He said this to you at the dock, you could see in his eyes that he didn’t mean that, like it was scripted from the devil himself and he was just following along. His eyes bore into yours and he left you with nothing but a light hug and a soft kiss on your forehead.

The ghost of his kiss lingered there until the stars appeared, hinting that it was best for you to go home, away from the eerie calmness of the shipping docks.

You had let your frustrations be known before you drove Michael to the dock earlier, yelling at Tommy in front of everyone in the shop before grabbing Michael’s hand and leading him out to the car.

As much as you wanted to walk in now and pick up your work where you left off, you took a long look at the shop and drove on back to your apartment, not bothering to let anyone know your plans for the work week.

When you awoke the next day, your head buzzed and your eyes were brimmed with red streaks as you’d cried yourself to sleep. Mad at yourself that you didn’t flat out tell him you loved him like you had meant to, and mad at him that he’d lie to your face, even after all you’ve seen each other through.

A year had passed and you’d bitterly kept your job as one of their head secretaries, staying mainly for the money it brought in. Avoiding Tommy when you could, and tolerating the others as they made their rounds throughout the shop each day. Polly knew how you’d felt early on, seeing how Michael would light up when you were around, and she’d always tell him after you’d leave their house that he’d better tell you how he felt before you found someone else, but neither of you expected the tables to turn like they did.

On a cold dreary night you walked down to the Garrison, deciding to warm up with a couple of drinks before heading home. Polly had joined you, seeing as you were the only one she consistently worked with and genuinely liked in the whole office.

“Maybe if I drink enough I’ll forget...you know? Just for one night I’d like to forget...” You said, nursing a glass of wine.

“I know dear. He’ll realize it eventually. I wish he would’ve taken my advice. You were good for him...you still are.” She said.

You smirked and looked down at the dark red drink, seeing your tired reflection in it.

As you stared around aimlessly, your attention was caught by a man in a top hat walking in with a short haired blonde woman, not much older than you. She had a on a silvery blue dress and a brown fur coat, and the man had a nice dress suit on, looking oddly familiar in the distance. As they walked towards the bar, your heart dropped as you recognized the man, snaking his arm around the woman’s waist as she ordered them both drinks at the bar.

Polly gently took your hand that was clenched into a fist, speaking sternly next to you.

“Y/N...I’m just as shocked as you are right now but this is not the time nor the place. Let me do the talking if they come over.” She said.

You just shook your head and quickly drank the rest of your wine, desperately hoping it was a dream-or more so a nightmare.

Michael walked over, his eyes going wide as he took in the sight of his mom and you at the bar, immediately locking eyes with Polly.

He knew he couldn’t escape his mom so he reluctantly brought the girl over, clearing his throat before saying hello.

“Hello mum, didn’t think you’d be here this late.” He said.

She looked at him and gave him a small smile, hugging her son for the first time in a year.

“Hello Michael....who’s this?” She asked as you turned away, pouring yourself more wine.

“Mum...this is...my wife Gina. Gina Gray...” He said looking at her and smiling, trying hard not to look in your direction.

“Oh how lovely... I guess the family invitations got lost in the mail...what a shame.” She said before gently giving Gina a quick, emotionless hug.

“We just wanted to get it over with. Being in love and all... You know how that is...It’s so nice to meet ya Mrs. Gray.” She said, her accent doing a number on your ear drums as she shook Pollys hand.

“I’m sorry if we disturbed you and...Y/N...?” Michael asked, pointing over to you as you turned around as if on cue. You took a deep breath before putting your glass down, glaring into him as you put on the best fake smile you could manage.

“Michael! Hello! It’s been too long.....” You began, feeling yourself lose your cool. Polly sighed as you continued, not letting Michael get a word in edgewise.

“You May think I’ve forgotten...but you and me both know you wanted to be together, but you just didn’t have the balls to say it. And to think I was going to tell you that day as well....right before you went on that ship......things really do work in mysterious ways...” You said shaking your head and looking at him with pity before inching closer to Gina.

“My name is Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. We go way back my dear. Welcome to the family...” You said before mouthing a goodbye to a frustrated Polly and giving her a tight hug before heading out, stopping a few feet away from Gina once again. “....oh and good luck sweetheart, this one’s a real piece of work.” You said pointing to Michael and winking before walking out the door, leaving it slamming against its frame behind you.

You ran quickly over to the shop, your heart racing as you went into the bathroom. You were a bit buzzed, but that didn’t stop you from ruminating over what just happened.

Tears stained your face as your tired eyes looked in the mirror, your cheeks heating up as the heat from the building warmed your numb face.

As you wiped your tears you heard the door open slightly, Ada walking in and eyeing you suspiciously. Everyone knew you and Michael had had a thing for each other until now unfortunately, and Tommy being the devil he is, thought you’d take him away from his business duties, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. If only he’d let him stay, this would all be different. You’d be wearing a fur coat and a shimmering diamond on your finger right now, but instead you were drunkenly crying in the restroom of the shop that held so many memories.

“Hey....are you okay Y/N? What’s wrong?” Ada asked coming to sit with you on the cold tile floor. Besides Polly, she was the only other person you were friends with while working there.

“Why don’t ya see for yourself...? I’m sure he’ll call a meeting tomorrow to tell everyone all about it.” You said wiping your tears away and heading for the door.

“Who’s gonna call a meeting Y/N?” She asked concerned.

“Michael. He’s back. I’ll see you around Ada...I’ll try to write to you soon.” You said shortly, pulling her into a hug before leaving the shop for what you’d hoped would be the last time.

You felt the cool air on your cheeks as you got in your car and drove home. Your mind racing about what your next steps would be, your heart breaking with each second that passed while being in the same town as him. You wanted nothing more than to go somewhere not because your were forced to, like him, but because you wanted to. You spent so much time pining for a man who never had the balls to say three simple words. So when you got to your quaint apartment, you packed your bags, preparing to leave for London with all the money you had, ready to leave the past behind.

Back at the Garrison, Michael was left in an awkward position after you left, Gina shooting him a worried glance as she held onto his arm.

“Well that was rude of her...” Michael said and Gina nodded. Polly lit a cigarette as she turned towards him.

“Not entirely...” she said pulling him closer to her as she whispered.

“I’d advise you to talk to her, if she hasn’t left Small Heath already. But...you’re not one for taking advice my sweet boy...” Polly said, giving him a hug and flashing a fake smile towards Gina before heading back to the shop.

Low and behold the next day, Michael surprised everyone at the shop by calling everyone to a meeting, leaving the whole family shocked to say the least.

Tommy took one look at Gina and knew she’d be trouble, as he at least didn’t want to vomit every time he met eyes with you. To him you weren’t half bad, you just had a mean streak reserved for him ever since he had sent Michael away.

You had called him personally last night while he was home. Swallowing your pride and letting yourself and your qualms with him go.

“Hi it’s Y/N. I’m sorry this is late, but I’m calling to let you know that after some recent events and careful consideration, I’d...rather not be under your employment anymore Mr. Shelby. I’m grateful for your help and for your family all these years, but some things are meant to be left in the past, some people...actually...You’ll know what I’m talking about tomorrow. Goodnight Mr. Shelby.” You said quickly, before he could say anything.

You quickly packed the rest of your things, and went to bed. Mentally prepping yourself for waking up early to make the necessary housing arrangements and bank notices.

You awoke at 6am, racing with your car already packed, to discuss the selling of your apartment as you were planning on leaving the place as-is for whoever may need it next. They quickly found someone who had been in their list and you had the money in your pocket by noon. After that, you called Polly to meet you somewhere discreet.

“I can’t believe it Y/N. You’re really leaving?” She asked, handing you your last paycheck. Her nerves frazzled by this mornings meeting and last night’s incident.

“Yes. I’m not going to stay in a place where I’m not valued. It may be dramatic Poll, but I think this is the start I’ve been needing. I want to live for me. I want to be intentional with someone who intentionally loves me too, who’ll actually say how they feel even if it’s the last thing I hear from them...But just know I’ll write you and Ada and the others often. I’ll only be a little ways away over in London. I’m not going abroad anytime soon.” You said chuckling. She smiled and cupped your face in her hands, a tear falling from her eye as she spoke.

“I love you dear, so much. I’m sad to see you go....but I think this might be good for you, even though it hurts. But you do deserve so much better. I’m just sorry my son couldn’t be that person despite us all thinking he would be. But if there’s any solace from this, just know that we care about ya. We love you and you’re always welcome back, no matter what they say...just tell them Polly said so.” She said.

You wiped your tears from your eyes as she enveloped you in a hug, the smell of her perfume soothing you as you embraced these last moments with her for the near future.

After getting up and walking to the door, you focused on all that could await you in London, or who.

“Oh and Poll?” You asked stopping with your hand on the doorknob.

“If I ever have a wedding, you’ll definitely be invited. That’s a promise.” You said as she smiled at you, nodding as she watched you head off into the streets of Small Heath and toward your future.

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luciferpens · 3 years

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Loved You Once || Aurora & Kass ft Zoey

What: Another accidental run in -- except this time... more people get hurt. Where: Poseidon Beach When: March 25, 2021 Who: Aurora, Kass (@kassmeifyoucan), ft Zoey (@icarialex) TW: Abuse, death, breakups, lies,

Pacing never seemed to actually help any kind of situation but here she was.... Pacing. She was nervous, and not just because of everything that had been going on as of late. No, it was also due to the fact that she had planned out something special. A date. An actual date where she called it a date and they both knew it was a date and—look. It was a date. Granted, she hadn’t exactly told Zoey that it was a date. She’d just said it was a surprise but... Maybe part of the surprise would be that it was actually a date? To her nerves and utter horror, Zoey wouldn’t be off of work for another half hour, maybe less depending on how long it took her to close up shop. A whole half hour for her to be alone with her thoughts. To worry over every detail. The campfire was lit, the guitar and the food basket and blankets were hidden behind a large piece of driftwood. The blonde would be none-the-wiser! It was perfect! Until it wasn’t. Because there she was. And no, not Zoey. Aurora. What the hell was she doing walking on her beach? ....Okay so it wasn’t her beach. But still. The fuck. Without missing a beat, Kassandra crossed her arms over her chest and called out to the other woman. “Um... Hey?”

—

Aurora was not used to Island life or Island time, everyone here seemed to move at a different speed, a slower one, a less get up and go sort of speed. And when you come from the chaos of LA and the FBI anything other than 100 seemed like a snail's pace. Though…. She was slowly learning to enjoy it. Those she met were slowly convincing her to take things a bit slower and enjoy the view. So she decided to take their advice and enjoy the view of the ocean. She slipped out of her shoes and laced them over her fingers as she started to slowly walk up the coast line, just letting her mind wonder and flutter between all the things going on. Running into Kass and then running into Juliette, she really should just leave. Leave them both to their lives without her showing up and being a bomb. There was so much to be done too… with Jane being taken she needed to keep her safe and then close the file; there were still other files on her desk back home, other people she needed to find; other things she needed to do -- and yet she couldn’t leave Icaria yet. Not until she was 100% sure Jane would be safe and had everything she needed here. So she was stuck. Stuck with these thoughts, this place and the anxiety of knowing every moment here meant so many other things she wasn’t ready to deal with. Lost in thought she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a familiar voice. Her hand, not the one holding the shoes, flew to her chest. “Oh -- hey.” She said with a tiny, tiny smile but as the tone of Kass’ voice registered in her head it faltered and she glanced away, “I uh -- didn’t even see you there, I can go back” she tossed her thumb over her shoulder indicating she could turn back around and walk away, give her space. “I hate to intrude or -- anything.”

—

"Its a beach, Aurora. You're allowed to be on it. I just... Sorry, I guess I find it funny and also kind of like the universe is.." Kassandra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment before she held up her hands in a surrendering motion. "Look. You can be wherever you want. I'm not going to force you to leave. It's just hard seeing you. Logically I know it shouldn't be because you're not even.... Nevermind." Kassandra breathed deeply for a moment, trying to calm herself down. The good part of this whole interaction was that Zoey wasn't here, something she was super incredibly thankful for. That would be a whole can of worms that she didn't think she was ready to explain. Mainly because Zoey, Gods bless her, was the sweetest human bean to ever exist. She'd probably be so nice that her and Aurora would become friends and -- Nope. No. Do not think like that. It was then that she realized she'd been stuck in her own head and that she should probably say something that came off as completely awful. "Enjoying the weather?" No. Not that, you absolute fucking disaster of a human-ish being.

—

"It is." Aurora said with a slow nod, she wiggled her toes into the sand trying to use it to ground herself and not get upset. She was normally so good at keeping her cool and not getting emotional, but apparently that could be thrown out the window when it came to her ex-girlfriend. Clearing her throat she tilted her head to one side. "I'm not even?" she asked eyebrow shooting upward rather curious to know where Kass's mind was taking that sentence. But when no answer came quickly she realized Kass was lost in her mind and just cleared her throat hoping the noise would snap Kass out of her thoughts.

"The weather?" She asked glancing up to the sky, the ocean then to Kassandra again, "It's a nice difference from the places I've been lately. Not having to wear a ton of layers is -- a nice change of pace.”

—

Small talk. She could do small talk. On a beach. With her girlfriend not girlfriend planning on showing up at any minute. While she was talking to her ex girlfriend. Of course, totally fine. This was normal, right? Yeah, super normal. "You're not even gay." She finished her earlier thought, hoping that Aurora would understand. "So it's not like I should be upset about that. I'm not. But that's neither here nor there. Glad you're liking the weather though. It's a lot different from Portland." Kassandra sighed, rubbing the back of her neck before taking a cautious step closer to Aurora. "Look, I'm sorry. About my behavior since you've seen me, I mean. I'm not sorry for past me because honestly... Past me is still hurting which means... Present me is also hurting." She could slap herself. "I don't know what I'm saying. You make me forget how to function and it's annoying the absolute shit out of me." Kassandra put out into the open in probably the most honest thing she's said to Aurora in a long time. "But I'll manage.... So uh. You and Brandon? Still together?" Saying his name left a bitter taste in her mouth but she pressed on, wondering if she'd genuinely felt happy for her ex or not.

—

Aurora slowly tilted her head not understanding why in the world Kass would think she was straight but as Kass continued to talk the pieces fell back into place and she slowly nodded her head letting out a huff of a laugh. "Let me -- first clear up some misconceptions." She said running her free hand through her hair and tossing it to one side. "I am not gay, this is true, but I'm also not straight. I'm demi -- well, pansexual. Have been since we were children." Aurora swung her arms behind her back and looped her fingers together. "Two, you never need to apologize to me about your past or what happened between us. I know I fucked us up and hurt you and I take full ownership of that. Yell at me if you need to, tell me you hate me or slap me if it will make you feel better. I deserve it." She shrugged. She honestly knew she deserved it, she knew she had broken Kass when she did what she did; and while she would have done it differently knowing what she knew now -- she knew that in the moment young Aurora was doing the best she could to protect herself. "As for Brandon, no. We --" She shook her head, "Weren't ever seriously dating, after we were," she motioned between them with a free hand " he basically -- was a beard and he knew it, I knew it. It was a safety thing." She shrugged. That sounded bad, but Brandon knew something bad was happening in her house and he just -- never questioned and did what he could to give her safe spaces to come to instead of being at home where her mother was.

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She wasn't meaning to see red, but here she was. Listening to every word that came out of Aurora's mouth and letting it cut her deep, just like her words had when they were sixteen. "You're fucking kidding me." Her arms crossed over her chest, staring incredulously at her ex. "Do you have any fucking idea how much internalized homophobia I felt because of my mom? Because of you? I get that you couldn't have told your mom. I fucking understand. But you could have told me. I spent the next two fucking years of my life hating who I was because of who I loved." Kassandra felt sick to her stomach, taking a few staggering steps away from Aurora as she bent over, hands moving to her knees as she gulped in air. Before Aurora could potentially make a move towards her, she held up a hand. "Don't you fucking dare come near me. I can't... You.. He was a beard. And you're..." Kassandra swallowed thickly, wishing the bile away. "You're pan. So you..." Green eyes tore upwards, looking at Aurora with such a broken gaze. "What was I to you? Was I some kind of fucking joke to you? An experiment? Because clearly whatever we were didn't fucking matter if you couldn't tell me the truth. You let me believe that I wasn't..." Tears flooded her vision, nausea ramping up in her belly. "Am I worthless to everyone I try to care about?"

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Aurora felt her heart ripping from her chest. Why she still had it she wasn't sure; her heart had been ripped out -- well now three times. Twice by the same woman. It was a useless item, only seemed to cause her pain. Gods she should just go back to Quantico. Why was she still fucking on this gods forsaken island? Seeing Kass crying, seeing her in such pain made Aurora want to throw up. She never meant to hurt her. "I --" she shook her head, "I don't think you totally understand why couldn't tell my mom, why I had to do what I did." she swallowed, looking away and stopping herself from moving to comfort her ex love. "I'm so, so so, fucking sorry about it all, about hurting you, about -- all of it, Kass, I really am." She sucked in her lips tears welling in her eyes. "You are -- were the one person on this planet I love--d more than anything" She caught herself caught the present tense and while sure, it was still true she didn't need to hurt Kass more. "I couldn't tell anyone the truth. I didn't even tell my own father until I was already 18 and about to graduate highschool. I didn't tell a SOUL about all the abuse I suffered through until I was 23 and -- honestly since then you're the only other person I've even mentioned it to." she shook her head thrusting her hand down to her side before stepping forward, anger in her movements but determination as well. "Don't you fucking dare Kassandra." She didn't curse often, but here she was, cursing and angry too. "You are not in any way worthless Kass. I didn't -- break up with you because I didn't love you. I loved you so much that I had to to keep my crazy mother from literally killing one of us. You have never -- ever been worthless and I am so sorry I ever made you think you were."

—

All Zoey had to go off of was a cryptic text from Kass telling her to meet the woman at the beach after she got off from work. Typically she’d worry about not having her bathing suit on her that day, but since the brunette didn’t like getting in the water, she didn’t worry so much. Zoey would rather spend her time with Kassandra than swim anyway. She could do the latter anytime. Still, she wasn’t used to being antsy to close shop. The artist loved her work, but she’d be lying if she didn’t love spending time with the mysterious and sometimes juxtaposing woman as well. When five o’clock finally came around, Zoey closed everything up and then began her short walk to the beach. She checked in with Noreen on the way to make sure everything was okay at the Inn, and then followed Kassandra’s directions on which street entrance to take that was closest to her destination. The blonde was so engrossed in her phone that she didn’t notice how close she was to her desired spot until she heard Kass yelling. The pain in her tone caused pain in her heart, but Zoey stood back and waited. It seemed important, and the illustrator didn’t know if she should interfere.

She had no idea who the other woman was until she heard her mess up between love and loved. Then, Zoey’s heart stopped. Aurora. That’s who it had to be. Not being ready or able to hear what Kass’ reaction to that would be, she turned back around and walked away. Zoey wouldn’t go far because she’d seen the effort Kassandra had put into setting everything up in the background. So, she found a nearby bench, sat down, and did what she always did when she was upset or anxious. Zoey began to sketch.

—

Her brain had turned off as the rage and nausea consumed her, Kassandra staring at Aurora as she looked at her with that unreadable expression. It all shifted in her face when she stumbled over her words, stumbled over that word. Her eyes narrowed, she wanted to challenge that. Because no. No. Aurora didn't fucking get to do that to her. Not after a decade. But before she could even get out a word edgewise, the other woman was rounding on her. Kass visibly flinched, taking a step back as she wrapped her arms around her torso. It was then that she heard footsteps from behind her, causing her to turn around to see Zoey's retreating form. No.... No no no. Fuck. She wanted to go off after Zoey but she knew she had to deal with the woman who was right here, in front of her. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to come back into my life and stumble over that word, Aurora. I loved you. Loved. Past tense. I thought... I thought that a part of me would always love you. But I don't know how I could ever..." Love someone who hid the truth from me. She couldn't even say it, realizing how much of a hypocrite that would make her. "You were my first love. And I want to one day not hate you. But you don't get to insinuate that you still love me. Not after... Not after everything. Not after twelve fucking years." A tear fell down a cheek, Kassandra quickly wiping it away. "I need to go because that woman you saw walk away? Unlike you..." She locked their gazes, taking another step backwards in the direction of where Zoey had gone. "I can't let a good thing slip through my fingers." Kassandra turned to walk towards where she'd seen the blonde head off to, stopping for a moment to turn her head just enough so it was barely looking over her shoulder. "I need time.. Time to process what you've told me. Just please don't... Don't hurt me again." And with that, she walked away.

—

Seeing the flinch made Aurora recoil, to fold in on herself. She never wanted to be scary to people she cared about; those she was hunting for work, sure 100% she'd be fine being seen as threatening. But Kass? No she didn't want to do that. She took a couple stumbling steps backwards as Kassandra spoke. There was a stab of pain in her chest. She knew better than to not calculate her every word, when she let her mouth run she got hurt. This was just more proof of that. More proof she needed to slow down and think before she spoke. As Kassandra continued, as she laid into her, saying she didn't know how she could ever her stomach dropped. She didn't connect the dots, didn't totally realize there was more to be said and instead took it as a sentence. A statement. Kass, in Aurora's mind, didn't know how she could ever have loved her. Right. This -- this was. She deserved that. She didn't deserve to say the things she did, even if some part of it still felt true to her. Nope. The muscles tightened in her jaw as her fists clenched and tears threatened to spill. Another jab as she mentioned the other woman; some blonde who had walked up looked confused, hurt and then walked away. She just nodded and watched as Kass started to walk off. She was unmovable. Frozen as still as a statue as Kass slowed for a moment to say one last thing. She didn't look up, didn't dare even breathe. She waited a few moments until she could hear Kass's steps fade and she finally let out a breath. With that breath the tears came, the anger flowed and she felt an intense level of fear and hatred towards herself. She turned on a dime, kicked the sand creating a small cloud before she walked off, eyes down.... only to stop ten feet forward and see what Kass had been hiding when she first walked up. Oh. She had messed up a date with -- that blonde girl and now -- she felt even fucking worse. She slipped her shoes on and started to run, exercise being the only thing to clear her mind.

#discord #Aurora #Kass #Zoey #Aurora: c: Kass #Aurora: c: Zoey #You Broke Me First

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sillystarshine · 4 years

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90210 season 3

ep 29&30 Commencement parts 1 and 2

I am loving the whole gangs outfits at the beginning of this episode

did they really all take a 40 min drive(if traffic was light) just to discuss this plan of theirs?

I love that Brenda and Dylan were the first ones togo for steve’s plan(soul mates! little rebellious soul mates ;) those two )

awe. cute little moment with Brenda & Dylan playing football >.<

Senior Wills? never heard of those did anybody do these at their high school

David 6 finals in 3 days means 2 finals a day...is this not the norm? I mean that’s exactly how i took my finals in high school 2 finals each day school was over by noon each day

How’s Dylan able to go anywhere sending in his application so late? unless he plans to start in the winter or spring semester?

WOW I’m shocked that hulu/the show was actually able to keep one of the songs they used in the original airing(school’s out by Alice Cooper)

Do people who work in TV just blissfully ignore/or forget about college application deadlines? It’s either late May or Mid June by the time these kids are graduating so they should be (or have already) finding out what college they are going to... not just barely submitting applications and recommendation letters

whoa make that 2 for 2 in keeping the songs!

I love that Nat is now an honorary member of the class of ‘93

OMG I forgot that David wasn’t really a part of the gang during the whole Laverne episode! (update: just watched the Laverne episode again David was actually there when Brenda and co. were lip-synching It’s my party)

Also is this episode clip/flashback episode?! So cheesy and cheap and yet I love it already!

oh no Andrea don’t you be having second thoughts about Yale just because of Brandon

lol baby David Silver...back when he had a crush on Kelly... they work much better as step siblings

The Walshes should just open their own ice cream Parlor at this point

Also Brenda and I both agree extra candy in ice cream everyday ;)

“Mom, this is the '90s: what kind of insecure wuss chooses a college based on where some guy is going” ~Brenda just before Andrea walks in...Pot meet Kettle lol

No Andrea thought Damn he’s cute! when Brandon first walked into the news room and you know what i can’t blame her ;)

i think we all jumped to conclusions regarding Andrea and Yale...oops

Smush??? :P that’s really you’re nickname for him Kelly? bleh

of all the flashbacks why must we flashback to Dylan choosing Kelly? did the writers enjoy seeing the fans suffer

they need stop acting like Kelly and Dylan were the big will they wont they couple of the show I’m sorry but they’ve barely been together for like 6-8 months and i’m going to stop there i’ll save the whole Dylan-Brenda-Kelly love triangle fiasco for another day

getting interrupted all the time you’re with Dylan, Kelly maybe you should take it as a sign

I love Dylan’s mom! She’s definitely the captain of Brylan(Brenda & Dylan) ship

“you’re still with Kelly?!”~Iris Mckay 1993 what a mood; same Iris same

I love Steve and Andrea’s friendship such an oddball one but it works

An egg hahaha

the double date from hell! lol that episode was hilarious and one of the last genuine sweet moments Kelly and Brenda had as friends(sans season 4 b/c idk what’s happening there)

Brenda’s Pairis adventure will always be her big what if...and i hate it :’(

an SNL skit lol too cute David and Donna

Damn no forgetting it’s the early ‘90′s with all those TVs on rolling carts...i guess they couldn’t project their video with a projector?

Damn David is not holding back handing Steve the giant legacy key lol

do you think the class of ‘93 was like WTF when they got their video year book and it was basically days in the life of Davids best friends lol

like why was David even considering putting the gangs camping trip in the yearbook? it had nothing to do with school

but i sure am glad they’re showing it lol

wait since when did Brenda and Kelly have a film crew with them when they went sky diving? lol

Hello Day! and who could forget Emily Valentine

what is this random musical number? about Brandon hahaha

oh i thought Brandon was day dreaming but nope it’s happening which makes all that much more bizarre and funny

also is it a little odd that Brenda is apart of this song? maybe it’s just me lol

oh Brandon you’ve been with more than a few girls

Oh the Spring Dance back when Dylan and Brenda were the happiest they’d ever been!

Jim and Cindy get a flashback too and it’s to one of their strangest encounters ever hahahaha until Brandon got arrested for Drunk Driving

Why do they keep teasing/hurting us with these greatest moments of Dylan and Brenda! Now the shower moment?!

Awe i still feel so bad for David and Scott :’(

If i didn’t know any better i’d say this episode is leading back to Dylan and Brenda getting back together but i know it’s not

it sure does feel like you flipped a coin Dylan

had there been no Kelly i think he Brenda would’ve gotten back together

I still think he would’ve had a summer fling...but had it been with someone random or a new character then i think it would’ve ended and he’d realize how stupid he was and get back with Brenda

He loved her more than he ever thought he could love anyone!

so he was scared by how much he genuinely loved Brenda i knew it!

Oh Iris I love how she doesn’t hide who she’s rooting for!

Dylan i know you have your problems with her but when it comes to relationship advice please listen to her ;)

I really wish Kelly would’ve gone to Paris :/

awe cute Minnesota twins moment(but has Brandon always been there for you Brenda? really it’s debateable)

oh I’m glad to see the writers remembered that both Brenda and Brandon transferred to West Beverly as almost straight A students and they are now graduating with honors

it just sounds weird to hear 1993 as 19 hundred and 93

damn poor Andrea can’t even relax on her graduation day

awe Kelly’s father actually showed up :’)

awe i loved that Jim(and Cindy) had a flashback moment that was specific to Brandon and Brenda

Dylan not only got a picture with his mom but now she’s taking a picture of him with Jim and Cindy who she knows might as well been his actual parents with all the times they were there for him

oh wow that was so mature of Dylan to reinstate the trust

uhhh no seriously i’m pretty sure they have to watch out for mountain lions

Very cool (and cheesy) way to end the high school years of 90210(gotta love that green screen lol)

and so we’ve come to the end of another season overall i’d give this season a 7.5/10 it lost a lot of points for all the Brenda-Dylan-Kelly BS it put me through and then even more pints lost when my OTP didn’t come out on top :P but overall good season

Onto Season 4 the gangs first year of college and honestly possibly the last season i watch since Brenda/Shannen leave the show at the end of it idk we’ll cross that bridge when we get there

#90210 #beverly hills 90210 #bh 90210 #season 3 #BH Review #tv show review #Brenda Walsh #dylan mckay #kelly taylor #Brandon Walsh #andrea zuckerman #steve sanders #david silver #donna martin

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alright y’all, time for a Melissa play-by-play. I have a theory about this episode but it will get it’s own post:

And we dive right into spy time

That statue in the fountain was very upsetting :’)

GODDAMN U LAUNCHPAD, U SEXY BEAST

I like that LP says spiffy because I use the word spiffy

DEW-ble O Duck

“What I Dewey best” God I love Dewey and his love of puns

SONG TIME!!!

Ben is a really good singer

I like how the song was foreshadowing things to come

How is she wearing earrings?

A ham on cheese sandwich sounds really good rn

“I can’t remember when I’m hungry” A man after my own heart

YOU DIED

Ok, that game is WAAAAAY too advanced. It has the whole building mapped out and those glasses are WAAAY to small and lightweight to handle all that. Is it all through wi-fi? Am I overthinking the logic of a video game in a cartoon? Probably

“I had a sassy quip and everything.” He has the makings of a superhero in him

“It’s a little too real.” FORESHADOWING! Or the game was already REALLY immersive. OR BOTH

OH GOD LAUNCHPAD IS ALREADY FEELING BAD ABOUT HIMSELF!

“Haven’t you ever wanted to plug into a high-stakes, thrilling adventure?” He’s already done the spy-thing. Though it would have been cool to see Scrooge in a sexy suit

UNCLE MCDEE! I LOVE IT

Then an Uncle Scrooge from Webby. TOO CUTE!

There is A LOT of winking in this episode ;)

“We’re a team” DEWEY IS SO ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME!

Aw, Launchpad

I didn’t notice it the first time, but I love that Steelbeak is using one of those plastic swords to pick his teeth. It’s the little things

Is the theme song gonna be the short version for every episode this season?

I really dig Jason Mantzoukas’ take on Steelbeak. He’s just so cocky yet insecure at the same time. I like his voice cracking when he gets embarrassed or excited

And I ADORE how UTTERLY STUPID he is. I think he’s dumber than Launchpad because Launchpad is aware that he’s not exactly the smartest guy but Steelbeak GENUINELY thinks he’s smart. Plus he feels the joke. That’s just dumb and unfunny (in-universe at least. out of universe it’s great)

“The Sat-a-Lighthouse. Classic villain lair.” Well we know that’s gonna show up

Bradford’s neck bothers me. It makes my neck hurt looking at it

Intelli-ray. You guys are a bit on the beak nose when it comes to naming things

GADGET!

“Rat’s are dumb, right?” YOU STUPID BEAUTIFUL MAN

THE OTHER RANGERS! And Monterey already has his mustache

Ok how did her hair grow so fast? And did she shave her fur? How did she get a more human-esque figure? I NEED THIS INFORMATION

They Secret of Nimh’ed her!

Heron acts like an annoyed/done mom with Steelbeak and he acts like a snotty kid. It’s great

EVIL LAUGH

“Did that rat make that jumpsuit on a regular sewing machine, or did it build its own tiny sewing machine?” STEELBEAK ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS HERE

I legit thought she was about to pull off his beak

“I’ll go. Not because you told me.” He’s such a punk-ass kid, I LOVE IT

CHOMP CHOMP

DON’T EXPLAIN THE JOKE, BRO

“I pay for the privilege of doing someone else’s yard-work?” THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY, YOU RICH, PRIVILEGED MAN. Whack-a-Mole is actually about expressing all the rage and fury inside you

Video graphic adventures

SKEE BALL! I FUCKING LOVE SKEE BALL

That kid didn’t even take his tickets

Ticket-rich. I love it

LET’S STRETCH BITCHES

“Can’t let Dewey down. Gotta be smart, gotta win the game.” OH LAUNCHPAD, SWEETHEART

“Calm down, LP. It’s only a game.” Dewey is SUCH a GOOD friend!

“But don’t overthink it.” That’s just good life advice in general

I love how tiny Dewey is when compared to LP. It’s ADORABLE

“THEN WE GET PIZZA.” “Yes, pizza.” I don’t know why, but the way Ben delivers that line is hilarious to me

“Pad. Launchpad. McQuack. My name is Launchpad McQuack.” I love you so much

Ok, was there an actual dude there? How could’ve Steelbeak thrown a digital person?

“Yes, I do as well.” YOU DUMB HOE, I LOVE YOU

That card game was great. Truly a battle of wits. And Dewey just being like...what. Beautiful

“Well played.” “It was?”

“Look’s like you’ve been out-smart guyed.” The dialogue in this episode is top notch

I too do not understand smanzy card games

“But how about a game of 52 pickup...YOUR TEETH!”

“THE PAIN FEELS SO LIFELIKE!”

The sound Steelbeak makes when Dewey pulls on his...hair(?) is great

One day you’ll get to quip Dewey, one day

The cuts between the game reality and actual reality are so great

Is that the Phantom Blot or the normal Funzo? Is there even a normal Funzo?

The neck cracking also made my neck hurt

All the kids gathering around Scrooge is too cute

“Not now lass, I’m on a roll.” SKEE BALL IS A GATEWAY DRUG TO GAMBLING

“I think they just have nachos.” They have pizza too

Steelbeak pecking at Launchpad...brilliant

The little pug/bulldog kid is so cute

The scream when he’s hit with the pizza is gold

That ballpit is terrifying

Yet again Launchpad falls on someone

HE FUCKING PUNCHED A KID! WTF BRO?!

“WE MADE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL!”

Those jumpsuits are pretty nice, ngl

“Nerp”

Launchpad had the right idea, he just fumbled on the execution

Rubix cubes-shorthand for intelligence levels

She is so done with him it’s great

“We can make Scrooge SO HUNGRY, he’ll EAT all the toys!” Solid logic

“Duh, that ain’t smart.” OO, BURN

Whenever anyone/anything grabs Steelbeak’s beak I feel like it’s gonna come off

THE THEME SONG PLAYS! I LOVE IT! IT’S GREAT

How did the others get smart? Where did THEIR clothes come from?! I NEED ANSWERS FRANK!!

Launchpad is always ready to lend a helping hand

HOW DID THE GLOVE FLOAT?! I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS!!!

“The answer was to build a tiny plane and teach a mouse to fly it?” “Yes, I figured that out.”

Is Gadget a rat or a mouse? She looked more mouse-like before she got smartified but Heron called her a rat. EVEN MORE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS! She’s probably a mouse though because that’s what she was in the original show

I don’t know why but I love when people call Launchpad LP. Maybe it’s because he has nicknames for everyone else so him having a nickname is cute

So Steelbeak was in prison in St. Canard. Perhaps he had a run in with a certain terror that flaps in the night? That would be hilarious if the two had met before but now Steelbeak is more focused on Launchpad. That would be a blow to DW’s ego

I kind of feel bad for Steelbeak. Sure he’s dumb but that was uncalled for. No wonder he snapped

“You bird-brained...” Aren’t you ALL bird-brains though? You are birds and you have brains therefore you have bird-brains. That almost feels like it could be a racist comment in this world

“I’M THE RICHEST DUCK IN THE ARCADE!” You were the richest duck in the arcade the moment you walked in

I love when Scrooge gets obsessed with something and loses his goddamn mind

WEBBY YOU CREATED A MONSTER!

“Ticket bin?” “YES!”

322 DAYS WITHOUT AN ACCIDENT. Good for them

Launchpad just LEEROY JENKENS’ed his way in

His hand is as big as Dewey’s HEAD

LP and Steelbeak have great fight dialogue. It reminds me of Megamind and Metro Man

LAUNCHPAD PUSHES DEWEY TO SAFETY! At that point he didn’t even KNOW what the ray did! But he heroically saved his best friend, not matter what would happen to him! WE STAN!

This episode cemented my headcanon that Chris Evans would be the perfect human LP

“I SHALL AVENGE YOU, MY FRIEND”

This scene, the climax, and the end of the episode gave me a theory, but it will have its own post

British accent=smart?

First thing he does is slick back the hair. Classy

“That cad, Steelbeak” We should call more people cads

How did LP fit into that much smaller man’s uniform? Are they extra stretchy? Because I can totally see that being something FOWL would do. It’s practical

“I don’t know what any of those words mean.” Same

“Heavens, you don’t want them to think you don’t know what you’re doing!” My constant struggle

The supersious guy is adorable

“Well, it’s certainly proving to be bad luck FOR YOU!”

KARATE CHOP ACTION

He still calls him Mr McDee. I just think that’s cute

Dear Dewford. Aww

“I won’t let him down again.” AAAAWWWWWWW

“Can’t go out there looking like this.” You can’t fight crime if you ain’t cute (or sexy in LP’s case)

LAUNCHPAD, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER

That is an old-ass phone you got there, LP

Scrooge is 2 for 2 in missing important calls. Probably should turn his ringtone on

Webby is just so done

“Ah yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sonny.” God, Scrooge can get downright FERAL

Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it DW cameo. It looks like Drake’s DW. Does he have merch now? Does he get a cute of the sales? Who makes the merch?

WEBBY WILL FUCKING END YOU

Dewey is SO precious this episode. His cute little bounces

“I’m actually afraid and a little dehydrated, this game is AWESOME” GET THAT BOY SOME JUICE STAT

I love when shows realistically portray sound

“No time for a...crash course” YEEEEEAAAAAAAH

How’d he get a grappling hook?

“THAT’S MY PARTNER!” DEWEY LOVES LP SO MUCH!!

“How is he doing this?” The power of sexy? I don’t know either, bro

“There goes your pal LURCH-POUND! HA! You know, because he just got lurched into that POND OVER THERE?!” “That’s technically a bay.” “I’M NOT STUPID!”

“Classic villain lair!” I can appreciate a man who knows what he’s about

Why do villains alway jump INSTANTLY to the world? You gotta take baby steps. Start with a city, then a state, then the tri-state area a country, THEN the world. Gotta pace yourself

“And Uncle Scrooge only gives us like a nickel each week.” Do they do chores to earn that allowance? I mean, probably. Do Donald and Della have to do chores as well? Give them at least a dime, Scrooge!

MORE SEXY LAUNCHPAD! DAMN YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN!

“Waaaaiiiit a minute, is that my suit?!” “It suits me better.” DAMN STRAIGHT IT DOES! LP fills the jacket out

I like Steelbeak adding on his fingers

“Your fancy speak won’t work on me, Dummy-O-Duck. Ha-ha, classic.”

“That was totally my plan the whole time” Sweetie, just...no

“I guess you’re not as smart as *voice crack* ME.” “Not as smart as I.” NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR CORRECTING GRAMMAR!

THEY’RE BACK! AND THE THEME SONG! SO BEAUTIFUL!

Again, I thought Steelbeak’s beak was coming off

I like that Steelbeak went into pray position while being shocked

I’m gonna pretend the Rangers were off on their own adventure the whole time’

“Thanks for the...rescue.” AND GADGET SALUTES BACK AND WINKS! BEAUTIFUL!

“No person could survive being that stupid”

Launchpad, always willing to take one for the team

“There’s so much more I could accomplish! Stop the evil conspiracy out to get us! Solve world hunger! Land a plane!” No matter how smart he is, Launchpad still can’t stick the landing

“Launchpad, why are you overthinking this?” “Because I want to be good enough for you!” SOB

“Of course you’re good enough for me. You’re my best friend.” SOOOOOOOOOOB

“For Dewey, and Duckburg.” He put Dewey first, daaaaawwwww

HIM CATCHING DEWEY AND HOLDING HIM TIGHT TO HIS CHEST?! SO WHOLESOME!!

First thing LP does after things go back to normal? Fix his hair. Hair is very important to your state of mind, I guess

“Was it all a game?” Life is just a game

“Wait until I tell Huey I...YOU beat the game.” AAAAWWWWWW

“I’m not playing with anyone but you.” MY HEART!!!!

Scrooge is so broken. And the ticket to prize ratio, too true

“How much money did you spend to get those tickets?” Don’t play skee ball, kids. It will ruin your life

“I don’t think we should bring you here anymore.” Donald should probably be the one picking you up because Della would TOTALLY get hooked on a game/get too aggressive and I could see Beakley falling into the same trap

The comb just sticks there

The subtitles call him Suave-Pad, I LOVE IT!

“I like purple. A lot. Ha! Man, I’m glad I got that off my chest.” A DW reference or a CODEWORD?

“WARM THEM, YOU OLD FOOL! WAAAAARN THEEEEEM! Oh, dash it all, I’m going for a soak.”

“Restoring your ‘intelligence’ as it were.” BURN

She’s on a first-name basis with him...interesting

“OR ANY KINDS OF RAYS!” No mad sciencing here

“Who’s stupid now?” Gloating is very unbecoming

There are...certain people I wish I could force to shut up like that

His muffled screaming is great

Again, Rubix cube solving proves intelligence

How did he not notice it was wet when he picked it up?

I NEED THE SONG IN FULL SOMEWHERE TO DOWNLOAD

This one was super fun and emotional. I was not expecting this to be the episode that the Rescue Rangers would make their debut in but I’m glad they were here. Dewey and Launchpad’s friendship is so pure and adorable. I almost wish there hadn’t been a b-plot but it was fun. I know other people are upset over Steelbeak/the Rescue Rangers being different but I like them. This show is different from those shows. Steelbeak was repurposed into being Launchpad’s nemesis so he needed to match him. Plus we already have a bunch of smarties in FOWL. And this Steelbeak seems younger and less experienced so it would make sense that he’s not as clever. The Rangers didn’t really change that much from their show, just got a new origin that helps them fit into the world that has already been set up. I think this episode is going in the top 5.

#ducktales #darkwing duck #chip and dale rescue rangers #dt spoilers #huey got a much need break this episode

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spookbusters · 5 years

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Moments with an ‘82 Album

Summary: Hargrove’s s/o lends a helping hand to his sister

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader // Word Count: 1.8k // Warnings: None!

A/N: School started kicking my ass again, then life started kicking my ass. This fic has a lot of Adam Ant references, but I hope you like it nonetheless!

Knock, knock, knock.

You grin as the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend. When it first opens, he looks uninterested, but the moment he realizes it’s you, his face lights up. “Babe,” Billy smiles, and you press a kiss to his lips as you enter. He watches you move to drop your backpack on the couch and toss your hair up into a ponytail.

“I don’t remember us planning anything today,” he says, walking to wrap his arms around your waist, “Although I’m not complaining.”

“That’s because I’m here to help Max get ready,” you explain, “The Snow Ball’s tonight and I promised your mom I would come help her get ready.” Billy frowns a bit at that, and as you’re heading down the hall he’s hot on your heels. “You mean you’re not here to spend time with your adoring boyfriend?”

You turn around a bit before Max’s closed bedroom door. “I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise,” you pout, “We have to stay around the school to pick up Max from the dance anyways. So after we drop her off, how about we catch a movie?” You receive your boyfriend’s million dollar smile, genuine and bright. “Alright, I can live with that.” A small giggle bubbles up from within you.

“I’m so glad you can find it in you to work with me,” you say, although it sounds more like an ‘I love you, you goof’ to him.

You knock on Max’s door, opening it at the soft “come in”. Both you and Billy peek in and you feel your excitement return full force. “Hey, Max.” Her head pops up from the book she’s reading as soon as she hears your voice. “Y/N,” she says excitedly and jumps out of bed to give you a hug. The way she squeezes you so tightly around your middle makes your heart warm.

“You ready to get all done up? I promised I’d give you the full fledged royal treatment,” you asked, eyes looking over her gentle features. She nods, and you grin, turning to look back at your boyfriend. Billy leaned against the door frame, arms folded over his chest with the hint of a smile on his lips, “I’ll see you ladies later, yeah?” You nod, and watch him close the door the to let you start your work.

"Step one," you tell Max, "Is putting on the radio. Getting ready for a dance without a pre-party is no fun." Her radio was right next to her bed, so you drop the bags of makeup you'd brought with you on the mattress and start fiddling with the knobs. Never having been a real technologically savvy girl, it does take a minute or two for you to really tune into a radio station you were familiar with.

You immediately recognize the song that you unknowingly tuned into and nod approvingly. "This song is all about being your own person, even if you're famous," you explain, turning up the intro to Adam Ant's "Goody Two Shoes, "And tonight, we're making sure you have chance to shine with all you've got. In a way that’s all you."

You relished the moments you got to spend with Max like this. You knew it was hard for her with her mom being out of the house at work all the time and really having Billy around more than anyone else. While he was the absolute love of your life, he was hotheaded and difficult to deal with sometimes. Especially if you’re between the ages of twelve and fifteen, still learning how to stick up for yourself.

You sit Max down on her bed in front of you, cross legged, and start examining what she’d already worked on. “I see you’ve painted your nails,” you observe, praise in your voice, “This color is so cute!” Max frowned at them a bit, “Billy said the color wouldn’t match my outfit, but I still think it’s nice.” You roll your eyes a bit at that. Typical of your boyfriend with his “holier-than-thou” personality.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” you offer, and her eyes widen, “Billy has no idea what he’s talking about. He couldn’t come up with a decent color palette even if you asked him to pick two out of three colors.” Max snorts at your commentary, and you give her a reassuring smile. “It’s gonna look amazing. You’re gonna look amazing.”

The first thing you do for Max is her eye-shadow. You opted for an earthy brown that drew out the cool blue in her eyes, with a pop of champagne in the inner corner. “Makes these babies look like the water of a river, with the sunlight shining right above it,” you noted, blending the shades.

Max, upon opening her eyes again, has an anxious expression painted on her features. The way her brows are softly knit together is obvious to you and you ask what the matter was. “You know,” she begins, “There’s this guy I kinda like and he’s gonna be at the dance. I’m just nervous is all.” The statement reminds you of how you used to be. Always afraid of the eyes of the people around you; afraid of judgement.

You had with Max the same little talk you had with yourself.

“Do you think he likes you back?” “I don’t know. I think so.”

Holding up a rosy colored blush versus a more orange toned one, you respond, “How do you know?” Max points to the orange tone, shrugging, “How’d you know Billy liked you?” Now, you had to think about that. For you and Billy, the transition into a relationship was so smooth, so natural, you didn’t really have to think about how you knew he liked you, you just knew it.

But after further consideration you were able to come up with something. “Billy was always really protective of me,” you began, swirling your brush in the blush, “And he always made it a point to reassure me when I was nervous or stressed out. I knew he didn’t act that way around anyone else.” You swipe the blush across the girl’s cheeks, admiring the way it’s fiery glow echoed her hair color.

“Well, then, I think Lucas likes me. He gets really defensive when Mike says I shouldn’t be in the party,” she says, a small smile on her lips. “Well, my advice is to give it a shot then. You’ll never know if you don't talk about it!" She nods, an air of confidence and reassurance now swirling about her. That made you proud.

It made you feel nice that Max trusted you the way she did. If you and Billy’s plans together worked out, you’d be around for a long time. It mattered to you that she didn’t only like you, but made you feel like part of her life.

Not much time passed after that before you had finished the last coat of mascara on her lashes and pulled strands of her hair into delicate twists on each side. Ushering her to the mirror to look at her reflection, you were practically vibrating with excitement. “You look so pretty,” you gushed, hands fluffing up the natural curls she had.

Attention turns to your watch, and you gasp at the time, “We need to get you out of here or you’re gonna be late!” Loading the Hargrove’s into your truck is a swift event. “Seat-belts,” you mutter, cranking the engine. It’s fortunate that you’d learned some driving tips from your boyfriend because you manage to make a twenty minute trip in ten.

Max leaps out of the car as soon as you get there. “Thanks for everything, Y/N,” she calls with a smile as she runs towards the doors. Watching Max walk into the dance blooms a motherly sort of pride in your chest. It was something you couldn’t really explain.

“I really like spending time with her,” you confess to your boyfriend in the passenger seat. His hand comes to rest on yours, and he laces your fingers together. “She loves you, and I appreciate that you do all that stuff for her,” he runs a thumb along your skin, “Because I don’t think I can.” “I’m sure you could,” you comment, scooting over in your seat to lean against his shoulder.

The thought weighs on you. Nags at the back of your mind. Something you feel you want to say, but you’re not really sure if you should bite your tongue and save it for later. Alas, your emotions get the better of you this time and you can’t stop yourself from turning to Billy and nearly whispering your words.

“Do you want...kids?”

He looks away from the window at you with widened eyes. “Kids?” “Not right now, obviously,” you rush, “But, like, what about later?” The question hangs in the air, and there’s something deep in those blue eyes that makes you nervous.

You’d discussed getting married before, but never this. What if he didn’t want kids because he was afraid of being like his dad? You start to ramble, “It’s just that when I was spending time with Max, I really felt like a mom, and it was so nice, and I just thought about what it’d be like to have my own kids, and-.” What if he was afraid of royally screwing up? What if-?

Your mind is quieted when he kisses you.

It wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced with him before. You’d kissed gently, and you’d kissed with all the passion you could muster, but this was a beautiful balance of the two that made you truly breathless. His free hand comes up to brush the back of his knuckles against your cheek, before cupping your jaw to hold your eyes to his.

“I love you so much,” he hums, an expression of pure contentment on his face, “Yeah, kids would be beautiful.” It feels like a confession coming from him. Big, bad Billy Hargrove admitting to his girlfriend that he wants to start a family with her. For as unsure of yourself as you were a few minutes ago, you sure were smiling like crazy now.

Nearly ten minutes pass where neither of you move. But you manage to gather yourself and mutter, “We’re never gonna catch a movie if we don’t get going.” “Yeah, you’re right.” You turn your engine over and plant one last lingering kiss to Billy’s lips, slightly muddled by the grins on your faces.

While backing out, your boyfriend flicks your radio on, and Adam Ant’s cover of “Hello, I Love You” bumps through your speakers. You gasp audibly, “Holy hell, that’s crazy!” “What?” You glance over at Billy and then back to the road. “When I was doing Max’s makeup, the first song I found on the radio was this same singer. Same album and everything.” He makes a face of interest and you nod pensively.

“I guess life is just what happens between Adam Ant songs.”

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy x reader #stranger things billy hargrove x reader

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minteyeddemon · 5 years

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Anon request: The DMC crew's reaction to their s/o having a ten year old from a previous relationship and how they would be being a step parent for them!

Anon I am super sorry your request got eaten, but I hope this makes up for it for you!!

Dante:

He remembers his relationship with Patty, and how things went for her, so he tries his best to be as kind and fun for their kiddo as much as he can be. He doesn't try to be a replacement dad (unless their actual dad was a complete ass, than hell yeah he will take that asshole's place), but be someone they can rely on and ask for advice if they need to. Talks about their interests and pays as much attention to them as possible, so they don't feel neglected or like he is trying to take their parent away. Though when it would come to relationships, he'd send them to his s/o lol.

Nero:

He has had his fair share with caring for kids before, so he doesn't have much trouble with the transition of becoming a step-dad. He tries his best to make them feel comfortable, and gives them space when they don't feel too comfy around him. Their age can make a big difference for them, especially since he is taking the place of their previous parent, so he knows how that can hurt. He doesn't want to force himself on them, so he takes baby steps to get them used to him being around.

He does everything he can to learn about their interests and favorites, because he wants to get to know them and care for them like he does his s/o. He gets nervous and worries he might be trying too hard at times or making them uncomfortable, so he tends to bring it up to his s/o for reassurance. Let's them hang out with Griffon and Shadow a lot as well, in hopes that it will help them get comfortable with him being their step-dad. He really is trying and means well, he wants to be a good parent to them.

Vergil:

Save this man because he has no idea what to do in this situation. He doesn't know how to talk to children, regardless of age, so he comes off aloof and distant when he really is just nervous as all hell about making a bad impression. His s/o would have to step in and have nights where they can hang together and talk, making conversation so that he and their kiddo can actually communicate. It would be awkward, but he would try his best for them; expect dumb dad jokes with the most deadpan face and the stereotypical 'how was your day?' kinda things, but he is genuinely trying so cut him so slack!

Nico:

Takes the kiddo to her shop and teaches them all about her gizmos and gadgets, trying to get them to think she is cool as hell lol. She really wants them to like her, since she is gonna be around from now as their new step-mom. The instant family was a big shock to her, but surprisingly she didn't mind it. Having an actual family that wanted her around sounded amazing, so she jumped at the chance. Eventually makes them their own toy gun (would never give them a real weapon oof her s/o would kill her, literally lol) and makes it a habit to have projects to work on together.

Trish:

It was awkward for her, despite her feelings for her s/o, becoming a step-mom. She had no idea how to really act around kids, so she knew she was coming off cold whenever they were around her. She'd try to ask them questions to get them to talk to her; but she knew she was intimidating. Like with Vergil, her s/o would have to come in and get them together to maybe play games or have a dinner out for them to start talking. It would take a while, but coming off kinder towards the kiddo would help her win them over.

Lady:

She definitely is excited about being a step-mom. Having a family that actually functioned, it was bliss. It took a bit for the kiddo to warm up to her, because she came off a bit too eager at first. Lots of fast talk and random conversations, so she slowed down a bit to give them space to adjust to her being around. She wanted to do everything she could to make them and her s/o happy. Explaining to them how her past was with her family also helped them realize why she was so excited about being around them, and that really helped them connect on a deeper level. Being a step-mom definitely made her feel like she had a good purpose in the world.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dmc nero #dmc v #dmc vergil #dmc nico #dmc lady #dmc trish #request #headcanon #anonymous

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personagf-moved · 5 years

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alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs:

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week

h // horror yes or horror no: H O R R O R Y E S B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc.

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that.

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol

u // underwear colour: she be black

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho.

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back. also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!

#this is soooo long im so sorry oh my god

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years

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Haha, the ask box is open! May I request a scenario where Oikawa, Bokuto and Kuroo (separately) have a bad day and their female friend decides to make them a blanket fort with all sorts of enlightening things like fairy lights. But then they end up talking over the problem in the tent and/or just about anything really and end up falling asleep next to each other. BUT in the morning they realize that they want to be together. Kisses ensured. Please and thank you!!

Jeez I’ve been gone for a while, huh? I am really sorry guys! I’ve been all over the place, getting my cosplay ready, looking for a new job, getting my degree… just a LOT of things happening at once TT~TT I have another blog I’m working on for other fandoms, so that’s also been kind of eating up my time… ugggghhhhh Anyway! I absolutely love this idea of comforting the boys rather than the usual other way around, thank you for requesting! - Admin Satori

Oikawa Tooru:

It’d been a bad day. A bad… BAD day for the great king, Oikawa Tooru. In all his life, all years of school, every match on the court - he’d never felt so…. miserable. So completely downtrodden in every movement he makes.

But he seemed to be moving in slow motion the longer the day went on - as if it were playing with him, teasing him of all the failed events he’s ever had in his life. His knee, his matches, his love life. Everything seemed to be against him.

It seemed even Iwaizumi had gotten tired of his antics for the day, having sent him home from trying to practice his serves. Not that he was in any condition to practice; His knee had been killing him for the past week.Tension, frustration, hopelessness rolled off his shoulders in waves on his way home, forcing away the pain with every stretching of his leg, of his knee, with his step. Oikawa just wanted it all to end already - why had he been suffering so badly recently? It wasn’t as if he’d been blessed with good fortune to warrant this bad bout. Why did Karma believe he deserved to suffer for happiness he hadn’t felt in… forever, if he really thought about it.

He knew no one was home, and he was glad for it - he really didn’t want to have to deal with explaining his bad mood to his mother, or father, or sister, or whoever decided to pay him any attention. The great king, for once, didn’t want anyone looking his way.

That’s why he was surprised to enter his living room and find… a makeshift fort/tent in front of the couch - blankets and pillows tossed inside, flickering, soft fairy lights adorning the entrance to the comfortable paradise that dwelled within. He could see someone, and he had an idea of who, had really gone to the ends of the world to put this together, even going so far as to get all the extension cords connected so they could charge their phones while they watched whatever. Oikawa’s soft brown eyes followed the cords path, curling around the tent/fort, over the couch, around the dining room table, to the only outlet that wasn’t bombarded with plugs - the one right by the kitchen. He could hear soft humming coming from inside it.

“Tooru! You’re home early!” Your smile was bright, infectious and causing a gentle smile to curl his lips. Though it didn’t reach his eyes, he didn’t feel the smile, and that worried you. “Tooru?” You set down the treats you’d been about to take into the living room, reaching out to him and cupping his face, “What’s wrong?”

But he didn’t want to ruin your good mood, so he shook his head - his smile a little more forced than before, “Ah, ________-chan! Always so sweet to me~.” His hands reached up and poked your cheeks, pushing them together to give you fish lips. “When did you become my mom?”

You whined, feeling the pinch of your cheeks as he pushed a bit harder, pulling away from his hold and sending him an unamused glare, “The second Iwaizumi texted me you were on the way home.”

Oikawa let out a huff of a sigh before turning and going to the living room, waving his hand vaguely, “Iwa-chan is such a big baby! Why’d he go and tell you where I was going?” His back to you, his expression revealed his desperation to be alone - his eyes glancing over longingly at the hallway leading to his room. But then you were popping up in his sight, and his eyes flashed over to the fort, “And what’s this, ______-chan! I’m not a kid!”

“You sure act like it.” You muttered offhandedly before crawling into the fort, setting the snacks you’d grabbed off to the side before patting the space next to you, “Come on, Tooru - it feels cold in here without your enormous amount of body heat.”

He squawked in surprise at your tease, feeling as if you’d meant to say something much meaner about his ‘weight problem’ rather than what you had.

But he followed your instruction anyway.

You smiled proudly over at him as he got comfortable, “The Grand King has entered his loverly kingdom! Welcome, My King.” You bowed as best you could while laying on your stomach, your arms brought under you and resting your weight on your elbows. Oikawa gave you an unimpressed raised eyebrow, but you only stuck your tongue out, “Whaaat? I worked really hard to put this together! Do you realize how close I was to running out of extension cords?”

The laugh that left him almost sounded genuine, but you knew he was still holding back. Still forcing himself to have a good time. For your benefit.

“Dad is definitely not going to like the electric bill this month…” His voice had trailed off into a mumble by the end of his sentence, and he noticed he was unintentionally relaxing in your little fort. How could he not? You’d brought all his favorite things in one place just for him - blankets, pillows, snacks… and your warm smile. That’s all he could really ask for. Forcing his mind off the way your gentle laugh made his heart flip, he cleared his throat and leaned on his hip, one hand brought up under his head, fingers in his hair, while the other laid casually on his waist, his legs further down so the pressure was off of his knee. “So..” He started.

“So….” You mimicked, smiling fondly when he huffed in slight amusement.

Oikawa’s eyes flickered from object to object, seeing that you’d really put a lot of thought into this, “What instagram, or pintrest, blog did you get this idea from?” His smile was teasing as you sighed loudly and playfully swatted at his chest, “Sorry, wrong question.” He amended, his tone making it known it had not been a mistake of his tongue to speak what he had. “What I meant to ask was….” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his fluffy comforter under him, under you, “Why?”

The question was simple enough. But his voice, quiet, gentle, almost… shaky had your senses on alert - you’d known he hadn’t had a good day, Iwaizumi had told you as much when he’d called you, but you hadn’t known… it was bad enough to make his mask slip just the slightest.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his curious gaze focused on you, his lips pushed out into a pouting frown - how you just wanted to lean forward and kiss his sadness away. But slapping back to reality, you inhaled slowly, casting your eyes to his injured knee before meeting his eyes again, “I heard you had a bad day…”

Just the mention of his day had Oikawa practically recoiling into himself, his staring contest with your face suddenly broken and looking at anything but. His fingers, which had been gently stroking the cool comforter below him, now gently dug into the fabric, the bouncy, stretchy material wrinkling around his pressure.

He didn’t want to tell you about his dumb day. About his failures. He’d take those to the grave - the only people to actually know the truth would be those that were there and himself.

“…. Do you want to talk about it… Tooru?”

Heart stilling in his chest, Oikawa felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Why would he hide anytime from you? His closest friend after Iwaizumi. Someone who gave him advice from the opposite view. You who had helped him through his physical therapy sessions after his accident.

But when he still didn’t answer, you felt as if you’d crossed a line you hadn’t known had been drawn. So you nodded to yourself before turning your attention down to your hands below you, “Sorry… Uhm… You don’t have to, okay? But I’m here if you change your mind.” The gentle hope still in your voice, after being silently rejected, had Oikawa’s heart lurching forward - not only had he failed everything today, but now he was hurting you, too.

“I changed my mind.” Your eyes were drawn to the quiet voice beside you, seeing his internal battle plain on his face - the mask was completely off now. A faint sense of pride gripped your stomach as you watched him get a bit more comfortable, his body taking up much of the same position you were in, he was debating on what to say or at least how to say it - and it meant the world to you that he’d open up… even if he wasn’t the most comfortable with it.

You remained quiet, though, not wanting to rush him with questions, or prompt him along what he was feeling. All your friendship with the young man you’d been focused on giving him his time and space, while also reminding him that you were there with him. Whenever he needed you, you were just a phone call away. You remembered when he’d tease you, or even your friendship with him, saying how it was almost like the two of you were dating with how much you tried to comfort and be sweet to him.

How could he have known he’d pinpointed the exact dream you’d been plagued with since you first met him?

Oikawa tumbled the words in his head, in his mouth, not sure of what exactly to reveal to you - the entire truth? Or lie? Or half truth half lie?

One glance in your direction had him feeling guilty for even thinking about lying to you. Not you. Never you. Instead he let out a loud sigh, letting his head fall forward so it was resting against the pillow under his arms, burying his face in the soft plush it provided. “Everything is wrong, _______… Just… Everything.”

It was the first time in almost a year that he’d used your name without the cute honorific.

The seriousness of that fact had your heart beating a mile a second in your chest, hammering against your ribs and even setting a gentle blush across your cheeks and nose. Why did it have such a strong effect on you?

Now wasn’t the time to focus on your feelings though - he needed you.

Hesitantly, you reached your hand out, seeing it slightly shaking as lowered from the air between you to rest soothingly on his back. Slowly, still hesitant on whether he wanted to feel anything touching him, you rubbing your hand up and down his back, every now and then using the tips of your nails to trace soft patterns into his shirt, into his back.

“What’s everything, Tooru?” Voice still soft, hands still gentle, Oikawa fell quite easily into a sense of security - you were a safe space for him.

He could express his very deep fears to you without judgement, he felt.

A quiet voice inside him warned him of trusting people wholeheartedly - giving someone everything of you would only cause your own destruction. He wanted to play cautious around everyone, around you… but the understanding in your eyes, the feel of your hands slowly easing away his stress, the lull of your voice… all of it gave had his chest feeling too tight for his heart, as if he were too far from you, that he needed you as close as he could get you.

But he didn’t move.

Instead he, slowly, cautiously, spilled his heart out for you to see - bearing witness to his very unraveling.

—

The next morning, Oikawa felt sleep keep his eyes shut tight, reminding him of the long night of talking the two of you had had just a few hours prior. If he had to guess, he’d say he’d fallen asleep while talking to you - his voice fading closer and closer into the darkness around you two until you’d heard the soft snores of his slumber.

Eyes flickering open, blinking against the muted light of the sun against the fort’s blanketed roof, he glanced down at his body to see a soft sheet that hadn’t been there before he’d fallen asleep.

You’d covered him, tucked him in, and he was sure without a doubt had kissed his forehead to chase away his bad dreams.

The second thing he noticed, apart from the warmth he felt at the idea of your kiss against his skin, was your gracefully sleeping form. Ethereal in your own way. Gentle light surrounding you, caressing your dreams, your eyelids flickering just the slightest with the hint of something Oikawa would never be able to witness himself. Your lips were slightly parted, your breath coming in soft and quiet, no terrible snoring like he’d known himself to have.

He wanted to touch, to make sure you were really real, really there with him and gracing him with your presence. Oikawa wanted to call your name, see you react to his saying it, he wanted to be able to ask you to say his name.

But he didn’t want to break the fragile scene before him. He felt if he did anything that all that it’d shatter this moment for him - and he’d be forced to handle his own shit all on his own.

So his movements were slow, calculated, his body scooting just slightly closer to yours. For a few moments while he was getting closer to you, he briefly wondered what it was he was doing.

All Oikawa wanted was to be closer to you. And to wake you up….

With a kiss.

Bokuto Koutarou:

Opening the door, he knew you were greeted by darkness.

His darkness.

Or rather, the darkness of his room since he’d drawn the blinds and covered them with a thick blanket. No sun, no light - he didn’t want to be bothered anymore.

“Koutarou…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and he could hear your gentle sigh that followed - he’d put you through his mood swings way too often for you to be surprised by them at this point. Bokuto knew you hated him, you had to - there was no other way you’d feel about his sorry excuse for a human being. Littered with anxiety and depression every other day, joyous and annoying the next before hitting another low for absolutely no seeable reason.

“Sorry…” His voice was laced with sleep, or something close to it, he assumed. Sleep had evaded him, no matter how fast he ran towards it, no matter how much he pushed himself through physically, mentally, and emotionally… Sleep wouldn’t come. And he’d be left with his thoughts again.

There was a quiet shuffling as you entered his room, picking up what clothes he’d disposed when he’d come home the night before. He hadn’t been at school today, so you’d figured he’d fallen into another slump. You would have come sooner… But you had to get his classwork so he didn’t fall behind.

You paid no mind to his apology, knowing he wasn’t looking for validation - he’d shown you how he was from the beginning, and while he’d seen you be open and accepting of it… he couldn’t help but feel as if you’d wished you’d never met him.

Bokuto jumped slightly, surprised when he felt your soft touch against his arm, then he felt you sitting on his bed beside him, the mattress dipping with your added weight. “Sorry…” He mumbled again, the words feeling like wet sand in his mouth - knowing it was only a matter of time before it’d feel like molasses.

Gently, you stroked his arm, following his lines and dips, but then tracing some random designs - he could have sworn he felt you spell your name out, but then he knew he’d be fooling himself. “Kou…” Your voice, still gentle, still sweet, called out to him still, sending a wave of warmth across his skin, striking him in the heart directly. His sudden inhale notified you he was listening, “Kou, Do you want to talk about it?”

No. No he didn’t. He wanted to forget it ever happened, forget he ever existed.

“You’ll feel a lot better if you talk about it, Kou… Remember?”

Yeah, he knew that. It always helped to talk to someone when he felt like melting into the ground to escape. Talking to you specifically always had his world becoming brighter, he noticed. Your voice had a way of showing him the light even in the darkness of his own making.

Painfully slow, even for him, he turned his head to glance at you over his shoulder, seeing your silhouette surrounded by the light of his home - knowing it was nothing more than shadowplay… but he wasn’t able to get the image of you, his guardian angel, out of his mind. Because that’s what you were to him. His guardian. His savior. Someone who always knew when he wasn’t his best, and still encouraged him, inspired him, to better himself. To come to terms with his mental health.

The small smile that curled your lips was light a breath of fresh air for him. It revitalized him. Made him remember he wasn’t alone in his fight.

You patted his arm gently, tipping your head towards his open door, “Come on, Kou… I have a surprise for you.” Bokuto wanted to blow you off, huff in irritation and turn back to his dark corner, push you away…. But he also wanted to pull you close and never let you go, tell you everything he’d ever thought about in the last couple of hours without you in his presence, lean on you in his time of need. He wanted both equally, to the point of agony at just the thought of you.

But he didn’t act on either. He held back his emotions, as he’d been doing for the past day - knowing sooner or later he’d explode but today wasn’t that day… So he didn’t have to worry about it now.

Now was reserved for the way your hand stroked down his arm, now was held for only you and the gentleness of your touch as you laced your much thinner fingers with his. The present he was in would be focused solely on the way your smaller form tugged at him to get up, encouraging him to keep moving forward. “Kou..” You whined with a small laugh, knowing he wanted to come with you, but it was hard getting out of bed.

With a final blow to his demons, Bokuto slowly followed your tugging, sitting up in bed and using his other hand to rub roughly at his face - he was sure he had indents of his pillow sheet on his cheek. You were patient now, seeing he was really making an effort to follow you, your hand still holding his softly, feeling the strength with which he held your hand - as if you were his tie to reality.

Getting out of bed completely was a struggle, a battle all on its own. But he’d fight it. Over and over again would he fight it.

As long as you were there with him, waiting for his victory.

“Koutarou, I’m really excited to see what you think of the surprise, it’s really cute and I found it online when I was just looking for…” You continued to chatter, and while you were sure it annoyed most other people, you also knew Bokuto needed that verbal prompting. He’d told you before he liked when you talked, or when you’d blabber on about this or that… He liked your voice.

Bokuto listened contently, each step closer to your surprise becoming easier and easier with your excited jabbering. He wasn’t really focused on your words, or what it was you were talking about… but your voice. So sweet and gentle with him, using just the right tone to make him feel as if he were falling harder and harder for you each day passing.

Oh, he knew he was smitten. He’d been head over heels for you the moment Akaashi had introduced you to him! From that day forward, he’d begged any God to give your attention to him, and he’d tried… countless times to gain the courage and confidence to ask you out.

All his trials and errors, though, did have a benefit in the end… Like today, here you were. You were always there for him. A wonderful friend… that he wished he’d have the guts to ask to be more than just a friend. Whenever he was in his lowest of moments, and he knew it was too late to call you to help… he’d think of you. Of your smile, of your gentle hands pushing him forward and your soft voice coaxing him into the light you’d made your kingdom.

What he wouldn’t give to stand by you in that light.

“… So I figured I’d do the same and build us a little fort for the day! Or however long your mom will let us have it up!” You stood proudly beside him, your hand squeezing his excitedly as you stared ahead at your masterpiece. When he didn’t say anything, you looked up at him curiously - only to feel a blush settle across your face when you saw he was staring at you intensely. “Kou!” You laughed a bit nervously, nodding towards your fort, “Look what I made!”

He didn’t want to look away, but the blush on your cheeks had given him a weird feeling - as if he needed to look away or you’d go crazy. So he listened to his gut, and allowed his golden eyes to focus ahead the two of you… at the cute fort you’d built in the center of his living room.

“A fort?” It was a lame question, he knew, and he wanted to apologize for it since it was less than excited, but he knew you wouldn’t accept it in the slightest.

In fact, you smiled fondly, “Yes, sir! A fort! Come on! I made it perfect size for two and I have most of your favorite things in there!”

Bokuto felt a small, shadow of a smirk pull at his lips, his eyes going back down to your jittering form as you pulled him towards the fort. You were by his side, he wanted to argue… you’re his only favorite ‘thing’.

But the words stuck in his throat, and refused to come out.

You got into the fort first, making sure everything was perfect before you motioned for him to come in with you, “Come on in, Kou! What’s a fort without its great Knight!” Your smile was soft, but it spoke volumes to him - as if you were beaming from ear to ear in his minds eye.

Once he was situated next to you, on his back, staring up at the ‘roof’ of the fort, he felt his darkness slowly seeping away from him. Being replaced with a childlike wonder at the work you’d put into something so silly. “How long did it take you to make this?” He asked, his voice slowly coming back to him, gaining incrementally the rambunctious boom he had in his usual every day interactions.

Copying his pose, you turned so you were laying on your back, your hand slowly reaching between your bodies and resting over his, your fingers lacing with his once more, “Uhmmm about 30 minutes.. Why?”

Bokuto shook his head, “You were here for a whole hour, weren’t you?” He could tell when you fibbed, there was a certain choke to your voice whenever you’d try to squeak past him.

But you laughed, feeling your heart swell at his knowing you so well. “I couldn’t get the lights plugged in right! I thought one of the bulbs was broken… but it was just slightly unscrewed.” You mused happily, very pleased with your work, or maybe you were riding out the bliss you felt when his hand squeezed yours softly.

An actual smile slipped onto Bokuto’s face, touched, truly touched, you’d do something like this for him. “I think…. I think I’m ready to talk now, _______.”

Anxiety clutched your stomach suddenly, fear of screwing up with the wrong words curled around your throat. It was almost impossible, but you managed a quiet, “I’m always listening, Kou…” and you prayed he didn’t hear the shake of your voice - you’d never forgive yourself if you unintentionally had him pull away from you.

Taking a deep breath, Bokuto felt his heart squeeze in his chest, feeling your hand hold his tightly, reassuring him that you were there with him. That this wasn’t just some silly fantasy his demons had brought him in a fitful night.

No, you were here. With him. Beside him. Holding his hand as if he were your tie on reality, too.

——

He didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t remember pulling you close against his chest in the cover of night. He didn’t even remember when he’d allowed your head to rest on his bicep as a makeshift pillow.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he came face to face with your peaceful, beautifully exhausted expression. You’d fallen asleep just as easily as he had. But after he did.. He was sure of it.

He’d been heard just fine.

Carefully, his brought his other hand from his stomach to stroke away the hair from your face, feeling his heart squeeze in his chest when you hummed contently, the vibration of your body against his having his lungs feel as if they weren’t large enough for the inhale he took.

In the night, you’d pretty much, thankfully, happily wrapped yourself around him, your left leg resting over his, your ankle having hooked around his. Your left hand rested comfortably on his stomach, your fingers pressing into his shirt now and then as your dreams continued - your cheek pressed into his bicep. The fluttering of your eyelashes tickled his skin, and had the young man smiling serenely down at you.

“I really… don’t deserve you, _______….” His voice was quieter than the A/C blowing through his house, and he was thankful you weren’t awake to hear it; He knew you’d only argue against it. “I…. I don’t think I can be just your friend anymore, ______…” Bokuto dipped his head just the slightest, now pressing his forehead against yours, his nose against your cheek as he debated on whether this was a good idea or not.

Was he right to want you? To keep you by him? Would he ever forgive himself if you got eaten up by his darkness?

“So… Are you going to kiss me or am I going to kiss you?”

Your voice, laced with sleep, scared him, his eyes going wide, pulling his head a bit away from yours. You whined quietly and leaned closer to him, now pressing your head against his chin, feeling disappointment bloom in your chest that you’d ruined the moment.

Bokuto cleared his throat, “Ah. I.. I’m sorry, _____. I didn’t mean, I, Uh.. Um..” He coughed a bit awkwardly, a sheepish smile coming to his face - and you forced yourself to open an eye to catch a glimpse of the beautiful expression.

He was back.

When you didn’t say anything to indicate you were mad, his heart swelled - you wanted him to kiss you. Seriously? That’s all he’d been dreaming about for the past couple of months! Excitement thrummed in his veins, and he slowly lowered his head once more so he was pressing his forehead against yours. “Are you sure?” It wasn’t a question about the kiss. It was for afterwards. What would happen after the kiss? He felt his anxiety eating at his stomach, making it do flips the closer and closer he felt your lips in the air between you.

You hummed with a gentle smile, leaning up just the slightest so you were just a hairs length from kissing him, “Let’s figure that out later, Kou…” It was a promise. You’d be there for him. Regardless if it worked between you two or not. You needed each other.

And that’s all it took before Bokuto was closing he space between you two and pressing his lips against yours.

He’d never seen fireworks explode behind his eyelids like this before.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

He didn’t want to talk about it. The rigidness of his body told you that much. And while it killed you to see him so antisocial about his issues, you understood that Kuroo preferred to deal with his own problems in his own way.

Sometimes it worked, he’d be fine the next day - acting as if nothing had happened and he’d never been in a sour mood previously.

Sometimes it didn’t - He’d be moody, and snap at anyone that had anything adverse to say about what he was doing, or even just gave him a look he took the wrong way.

It was too soon for you to figure out which way he’d go. Kuroo had just come over to your house, irritation and frustration rolling off his shoulders, proclaiming he didn’t want to talk about it right now and he just wanted to hang out with you.

You’d been flustered, to say the least. It wasn’t every day that your close friend, Kuroo, would barge into your house and want to hang out with you. Sure, being close friends should warrant that kind of behavior - but he was a busy young man. He had a ton of things to be taking care of.

That’s probably why he was irritated, you deduced. “Well, Tetsu, you came at just the right time!” Your smile was bright as you tossed yourself out of your study chair, padding over to where you’d, oddly enough, set up a rather nice looking ‘fort’.

“Yeah, but did you finish?” The sight of you freezing in your movements and sending him an ‘that was kinda funny but stupid’ expression had his sly smirk brightening his expression just slightly.

Giving his question, insincere in wanting a real answer, a few minutes to settle in the room, you sighed loudly and crawled into the fort, “Ya done?” You raised an eyebrow at him when you’d turned around enough to be able to see his curious expression.

While his bad mood was still fresh and pulling at his attention every five seconds, he refused to let it affect him around you. You didn’t need to see him like that. Unraveled by his own making. And even though he had wanted to go home…. To bury his face in his pillows and forget today had ever happened, his legs had taken him to your house. Straight through and up to your room. He hadn’t even knocked, honestly.

“Well considering you’re so excited that I ca-“

“Ah, ah, ah! Hush!” You laughed with a wide smile, sitting back on your legs before waving him towards you, “Come on! I’ve got everything set up and ready!”

Kuroo squinted at you suspiciously, but he still walked towards where you sat within your small fort. “Why did you build this exactly? Reverting to being a 5 year old, again?” When he got to the point where he could no loner see you within the blankets, he slowly kneeled down, leaning back on his ankles as a way to show he didn’t trust your ingenuity.

You snorted and shrugged, “Maybe, Maybe not! Either way…. Get in the fort, Tetsu.” You reached your hand out, offering him to take it, an aide for his ‘i’m way too old for this’ attitude to revert to the wonder he’d once had when he wasn’t ‘too old’. “Come on! I have snacks in here, and cool manga, and phone chargers.. I even have some headsets so we can watch movies and videos!”

Everything froze as the last portion left your mouth.

It was almost as if you’d planned this for him… From the beginning.

A flush quickly colored your cheeks and you cleared your throat in your embarrassment, “I mean.. Heh… Uh…” You didn’t have anything to save you in this moment. You’d outed yourself so easily under his golden stare on your being. You’d felt as if you’d been put under a microscope while he’d watched passively, quietly waiting for you to admit you’d been up for the past night and a half getting everything just perfect for him.

But he didn’t comment on it.

It touched his heart, he would never admit it to you - why would you care if it had really sentimentally mattered to him whether you’d planned for his bad mood or not?

Instead, he felt his smirk widen, “So is this thing going to collapse as soon as I get in or….?”

A sigh of relief exhaled from your mouth as you nervously flattened the space next to you, “No, of course not, Tetsu! I made this fort perfectly stable and able to withstand even the harshest of weather conditions! It’s fool proof!”

Kuroo snickered, “Yeah, but you’re in there… So it’s more like… A Fool’s Experiment.” The playfully insulted expression you threw him had his mood lightening just the slightest, laughing at the way you huffed and turned your face away from his gaze. “Okay, okay… I’m coming in…” He slowly moved himself to all fours before crawling into the fort.

“Now you have to turn around, Tetsu… Otherwise you’re just going to be severely disappointed in the fort experience of my brilliant minds making!”

Internally, you groaned… why did you have to talk so much?? He was already here! He was already next to you! Why’d you have to make it just a little awkward every time you opened your mouth?

But the young man took your request to heart, and he slowly, carefully, sat up from his crawling position.

It was only too late, WAY too late, for you to have noticed there was no enough room for your large friend to move around comfortably. You were directly in his way for him to be turning around like you’d advised. His right hand placed itself next to your calve, the other on the other side of your hips, his face just a few inches from yours.

He froze.

You froze.

The two of you were so close. You don’t think you’d ever been this close to him.. Not face to face - only ever hugs here and there, or when he’d give you piggy back rides when you weren’t feeling good… Not this though. This was something different.

Kuroo felt a heat light in his chest, pleading him to push closer to you, lean you further against the sheet that acted as a wall, trap you between his body and your floor. His hands itched to rest on your hips, on your waist, and pull you closer to him - for his back to press against the sheet and have you leaning on him.

Fear replaced his desires in an instant when he noticed your eyes flicker down to his lips before meeting his gaze once more.

What if he disappointed you? What if he frustrated you like he did with everything else in his life? What if you grew to hate him as much as he hated himself?

So he chickened out, and pulled away, his eyes looking down to make sure he didn’t touch you at all in his turning around. It wasn’t until he was laying on his stomach, facing the mouth of the fort, that he let out a sigh of relief.

But disappointment settled in the pit of your stomach. And suddenly you didn’t want to be near him… You wanted to be as far away as possible and hide in the darkness of your room… Just so no one had to see the emotion threatening to leave your body at his simple, silent rejection.

Kuroo hummed contently, his arms wrapping under the pillow below him, “You were right, _____… This view is much better.. I can see everything - like the dirty underwear under your bed..”

Seconds ticked by before he realized you hadn’t reacted the way he thought you would. No yelp, no squeak, no whine for him to please be kidding… Nothing.. It was eerily silent. His eyes went from staring out ahead to him to looking at you from the corner of them, he wanted to call your attention - feeling like he needed your eyes on him as much as he needed oxygen. But he remained silent, watching the way you blinked out of your stupor and sent him an unappreciated glare.

This glare had less teasing than he was uses to - like you actually meant it.

“Har, har… so very funny.” Even your retort lacked the playfulness he was used to in your words. “So… Now that you’re feeling a bit better….” You paused, feeling your irritation and disappointment get the better of your emotions. You had to control yourself.. Why would you dare give Kuroo the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt you with his inaction? That feeling of loss and bitterness was reserved for later… when you were alone and allowed to seethe and cry. You cleared your throat, reminding yourself you were here for him and his bad mood, “Did you want to talk about-“

“No, I still don’t want to talk about it…” He muttered, his tone back to being a little sharp. His attention turned back to the view you’d praised about earlier - before he’d gone and screwed everything up. “It’s not really… anything concerning you, _______… It’s just me, just me that has the issue.” His voice lightened considerably by the end, his hands gripping the pillow under him roughly, forcing himself to think about what you would think if he were to suddenly bare his soul for you to judge.

You wanted to huff in irritation. You wanted to push his head into the pillow in an act of frustration. You wanted to mutter a backhanded compliment of how good he was at keeping his emotions in check.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not after what you’ve been feeling for him built itself to the level it was now. Hurting Kuroo in any way.. was never an option for you.

Gently, you rested your hand on his gripping the pillow with such a force you were scared he’d rip it. The feeling of his warm hand slowly taking yours instead of the pillow had your heart doing flips - seconds after it’d been shattered.

It was impossible for you not to reach out to him, though, you realized. Having his gaze, his hands, his attention focused solely on you was the only thing you wanted with your life. That’s all. When he went to reiterate his stance on his feelings, you shook your head and squeezed his hand softly, “You don’t have to tell me, Tetsu… But I’m right here if you want to talk.. Always.”

The finality of your words had Kuroo feeling out of breath. How could he have ever gotten such a guarantee from someone he’d just chickened out from kissing just a few seconds ago? Were you insane? Was he just that big of an asshole to turn you down?

And it wasn’t even something he’d planned on doing. He liked you, really really liked you for you and how you treated him - and he’d give anything to keep you by his side for as long as you could… but he’d chickened out, gotten scared by his own doubts.

“I know it’s really hard to trust people, Tetsu.. For the longest time, I wouldn’t have ever dreamed I could open up, but once I did I was really happy and-“

Warmth spread through your entire body, your words being muffled by a pair of lips against yours. You started with surprise, but your slow mouth only had his kiss becoming more desperate - his need for you to want him back just as large as it had been before his fear had shut him off. Your mind kicked itself in the ass before you were slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers delving into his hair as you kissed him back just as desperately.

Kuroo was the one to pull away first, his breathing labored, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes closed. Your hands slipped from his hair, cupping his face with one hand while the other slipped down his chest, resting over his heart where his hand had stopped it from falling any further away from him. You quietly panted, trying to supply oxygen to your surprised systems - he’d kissed you. Out of the blue, Kuroo had kissed you. For no reason you could see, he’d kissed you.

“I… I really want to talk…. _______….” His voice was a little shaky, unsure in what exactly he wanted to say to you - or why he’d chosen you to talk to about all his issues.

A soft smile curled your lips, and, after gaining enough courage, you leaned up a bit to press a sweet kiss against his lips; chaste and soft, he wasn’t even sure you’d actually done it! “I’m right here, Tetsu…” Your whispered words breathed life into his very soul, and he knew he’d be able to actually talk to you - no jokes or distractions to divert your attention.

Okay… so Kuroo’s… is COMPLETELY different than the other two lmao… mostly because I kind of… ran out of time.. again.. hehe… I hope you like the twist of it tho :D

#Admin Satori #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! scenario #Oikawa Tooru #Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #SFW #Slight Depression #Depression Mention #tw: Depression

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The O’Hare Family:

Finally!! I got inspired to do this when everyone else was putting names and faces to their kid’s family’s and I was like, I need to do this too. (And since Orville is kinda up in the air if we’d ever have a Wilbur, which lol I doubt but I wouldn’t want to set anything that might change later.) Not that anyone was looking out for this but ayyee I got it together. In that regard; please let me know if any of these don’t make sense racially for the biologically related members!! I tried my best, but I’m human so I expect to make mistakes. Just let me know and whack me upside the head.

Relation to Junis: Name, Age (FC’s Name)

Father: Henry O’Hare, Deceased (Ahn Sung Ki)

Took over the farm from his father, was a really warm and inviting guy in all honesty. He loved doing what he did because of the community! He loved Swynlake a lot, even though it was a little crazy. But yeah, he was a really great father, loved and accepted all his kids equally. Got a little restless at times and expected them all to be the est that they could be. Could be very stubborn when it came to things, like he would expect everyone to be ready when HE was ready. So if you were ready to eat dinner at 6 and he wasn’t, ah well everyone has to weight until like 7 for when he’s going to be hungry. But, wait you’re doing something at 7 because you were trying to be productive and he all of a sudden is getting impatient with you because! Hey! Let’s go! DINNER!

Mother: Martha O’Hare, Deceased (Kim Mi Kyung)

So!! Lovely! She was such a good mom, but she expected a lot from her kids so she was very pushy with them even at a young age. But she was still that very motherly figure of like the wind where she can be soft and kind but wouldn’t hesitate to be harsh if someone attacked her kids! Sadly she died when Junis was 12 meaning Stewart was only 2. I want to say she died in a #Swynlake disaster.

Step Mother: Victoria May LO’Hare, Deceased (Sophie Okonedo)

She was a little bit more of a doting mother and little bit more freeing with the way she parented. She adopted 5 out of her 6 kids! And grew up in a more laid back environment so she took that with her to her own kids. She taught Henry to be more like that too, and to not push them so hard that they go toppling over the edge or hold their hand so tightly that they start to lose feeling and don’t trust their parents! Give them space! They’re kids, they want their privacy. She encouraged her kids to do what they wanted, and even sat Junis down a few times away from his father to be like, honey you can say if you don’t want to take over the family business, it’s okay! But she could be a little too passive and let them get away with too much sometimes which would result in a burned living room rug and a lost Stewart at 3am. Nothing DRASTIC just, some bad decisions with young kids. She learned though.

Sister: Daphne O’Hare, 33 (Shin Min Ah)

UHM, honestly a diva. but a nice diva. Like she’s hot as hell, knows it, but doesn’t make people feel bad about it. Would try to build people up! Loved to practice on her siblings. Could go all MacGyver on everyone’s ass with the contents of her purse if they were in a tight spot. Can be a passive aggressive bitch when she needs to be. Really the only one who could give Junis a run for his money, but in contrast she actually likes being around people and adores conversation! So when people met with the O’Hares she would be the only one talking and being like, oh haha don’t mind my brother he’s just a bit sour! Right now she is graduated, has a wife and a dog, and is a practicing lawyer. Junis calls her for legal advice and even though she’s far north he only trusts her for that kinda stuff!! Everything stays in the family.

Brother: Travis O’Hare, 30 (Gong Yoo)

He was the one who took the Farming thing to the next level. He was always kinda shy because Junis was DEMANDING and Daphne was really friendly so they both kind of never let Travis get a word in until they grew up a little. But he was more quiet than those two, and Stewart. Really nice, like OVERLY nice because he was trying to over compensate for his siblings being all over the place. Then when they gained new siblings and things calmed down he came out of his shell, but was still nice and funny and just a genuine down to Earth guy. As I was saying before, he got REALLY passionate about the environment and is up over in Alaska studying the receding icecaps. Would die for the Earth, will chew you up and spit you out if you litter or don’t seem to care about the environment he gets very personally offended. Like, “don’t you know it’s the REASON you’re ALIVE right now!”

Brother: Stewart O’Hare, 26 (Ji Chang Wook)

He was kinda an asshole. Like his gimmick was, I don’t stand out among my siblings, even more so with all my new siblings, so I’m going to be a jerk in order to get people to notice me! And he thought he was being funny, but he was really just obnoxious and annoying as all hell. But he was really book smart, not so much people smart, so he got in trouble but his siblings were like, “Stewart you gotta stop being such a fucker and calm down.” So he did towards the tail end of secondary and wow would you look at that people actually liked him for himself! Imagine that. He is now an architect and is dating a lovely woman who Junis has only met twice and is getting IMPATIENT since Stewart has learned to keep his affairs away from the family until he preps the person for the whole gang. He’ll get there soon.

Step Brother: Nathan O’Hare, 34 (Mike Godson)

He is the biological son of Victoria and some guy who skipped out on her. He is the warmest most huggable person. If anyone of the O’Hares needed a hug, Nathan was the first door they were knocking on. He was just super into board games and strategy. He was like, kinda a nerd? But a ‘cool’ nerd. Like no one wrote him off because of the things he liked and he sure af wasn’t embarrassed by any of it either. He is always so happy! And warm! It was rare to see him down and when the family was at odds or when their parents died he was the one who lifted their spirits with good stories and happy memories. Right now he works with the Child Protection system in the UK because he grew up around five adoptive kids, and he really got inspired to want to help kids get out of the situations like some of his siblings were in. He’s got a flat and currently lives alone but Junis keeps asking when he’s going to bring home his secret girlfriend. Who doesn’t exist but Junis doesn’t believe it because Nathan is too good nOT to have a girlfriend what are these LIES.

Step Brother: Peter O’Hare, 29 (Aaron Smith)

The Sporty One™. And adopted! He was really quiet at first when they were all meeting and bonding for the first time so Junis plopped his ass down next to Peter and pried him open like a clam. He is very sarcastic and dry, but light hearted and can take a joke. Very lowkey and keeps to himself until you get to know him and he is the LOUDEST person you’ll feel really special seeing him be comfy. Also everyone hates him because he’s so fucking TALL, except Junis who is like, hey you should come home and reach the high shelves for meee. But yeah, he plays rugby, is really grand at it, is playing that right now and will probably end up coaching somewhere when he’s done with that. He’s surprisingly never been injured, knock on wood, and on his first game on the major team the WHOLE clan went to watch. Even Junis had a good time with all the yelling drunk people.

Step Sister: Lily O’Hare, 26 (Ashley Argota)

She use to be the shyest of the shy! A complete wallflower, even worse than Travis because she just was so not into talking to people. When Victoria adopted her she was intimidated by her brothers but when they turned out to be really nice and lovely she was like, okay this is okay, and then the additions to the clan made it more okay. And then Victoria got married and she kind of shrank back at the sudden new siblings, esp Daphne who was like, omg SISTER!, but eventually grew to love them all so much! And she was really good at singing from a young age so Junis, who happened to hear her because he is nosy, and pushed her into doing theater which she ended up falling in love with. It helped her come into her own person, esp when she went to Uni and found her people! Now she does plays and theater and is starting to get into acting on screen. They’ve all seen her perform and Junis cried because look at little Lily having the time of her life on stage!

Step Sister: Christine O’Hare, 25 (Nesta Cooper)

One smart cookie. She was always one step ahead of everyone, Junis would always get so! Frustrated with her smart alec attitude! But she liked to get on people’s nerves, toe the line of too much but just funny enough to where they could all laugh it off. Christine is smart and she knows it? She owns it, lives in it, works it until she has everyone in awe of her. Junis is worried one day she’s going to get pushed off of her pedestal. The truth is that she’s actually very aware of how easy it would be to fail, she’s thought about just failing for the sake of doing it and seeing what happens since she is a curious person at heart, hence why she is so smart, she learned a lot at a young age since she consumed knowledge and got her brain accustom to picking things up. But she won’t because she doesn’t want to give Junis a heart attack. She is currently doing research in a lab with a team.

Step Brother: Buster O’Hare, 24 (Austin P. McKenzie)

He and Bella were going to be separated, but Victoria took both of them and he was always so grateful to her for keeping them together. He was the weird art kid, alright, he was the one who had the emo phase and only sort of regrets it. He’s very empathetic so he’s very emotional and easy to talk to. His siblings usually came to him when they needed someone to just retell their day to because he would just understand them, not give his opinions unless they asked that of him. A little on the annoying side in that he is very indecisive so when it came down to him he would flounder around because he didn’t want to make one side angry, but would just end with everyone being exasperated. Went off to art school and is currently working in a museum and freelancing on the side for people. Junis commissioned the first one. It’s of the O’Hare house and it hangs above the mantle.

Step Sister: Bella O’Hare, 22 (Katie Douglas)

A very physical being. Like her reactions are not just on her face or in her head she reacts with her whole being which Junis found annoying! at first as he is very still and keeps his movements to a minimum as not to touch anything, but eventually loved her for it. She would run and slip, dive, circle her arms, just took up so much life and energy, but still kept going. She knows how to brighten a room just by stepping into it with her high energy! She is also very chill in her emotions, though, like she has a lid on everything so she is calm and collected. Rarely got mad or testy with the siblings, would kind of be the person who calmed everyone down and was like this is the stupidest fight we have ever had, please let’s just mOVE ON. She doesn’t like her people to be unhappy, it takes her down from her love of life when the people she cares about arent enjoying it with her! She actually calls Junis the most out of her siblings, every single day and he panics if she doesn’t at this point.

Half Brothers: Kenneth and Edward O’Hare, 19 (Cedric Stout)

Kenneth: The elder twin of 5 minutes! EVERYONE was here to see these two be born! It was a DAY at the Swynlake Hospital I can guarantee you omg. Anyways, Kenneth is the more friendly of the two. He is more into reading and really fell in love with history and learning all the bullshit that has gone down in the world. And he really wanted to teach history because whenever he could he would bore his siblings to death with what he learned in school. Very approachable, laid back person. If you saw him on the street you would be like, oh he looks nice I can probably just ask him for directions and he won’t skewer me with a back handed reply. At University right now!

Edward: A little more callus than Kenneth, but he’s a little more recluse. Except he does put in a lot of work to his #looks. He’s got a large online presence lmao. Not like HUGE but he has a decent following across the platforms because he puts more effort in there than he does talking to people most of the time. Minus his siblings because he not only loves them but he can’t escape them either, ahaha. He’s also the most blunt and forward about things, like he doesn’t hold anything back once you do get to know him. He’s easily the one who would knock on someone’s door and force confrontation that would need to be defused. Very technology forwards, always tried to get their parents to think about updating the farm to make the work easier but he was too young or whatever, so they didn’t listen. Junis is kind of the same way towards him, but he’s more like, well now Edward take all those ideas and do something wonderful with them!! So he’s at University for engineering.

#the family #the o'hare's #ugh i love them #junis loves them all so much #UGH

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Until the Flavor’s Gone (2/?) (Biadore) - Kitschy Pixel

A/N – Hello again! I hope you guys liked the first chapter enough for me to keep going. If not, that’s cool. I’ll probably keep going anyway. In this chapter, Bianca gives make-up advice. I know next to nothing about make-up so hopefully I made it sound convincing anyway.

Chapter 2

Jay was hanging off the side of the bed upside down as Danny pulled out just about everything he’d brought to wear on this trip, trying to piece together an appropriate outfit.

“So you are actually going to do this?”

It was a valid question – Danny had changed his mind four times on Saturday alone and then an additional seven times yesterday before talking himself out of it this morning. And then back into it as of an hour ago. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah. I am. I figure if the opportunity is offered, I should just go ahead and take it, right? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just like any other performance and I should… you know… start somewhere, right? So I’ll just dive in head first…”

“Before you freak out again? You’re going to be awesome. You know that song like the back of your hand and it’s going to be fine, honey. Wear the red.”

“I wish I brought a wig with me…”

“No big deal. We’ll beat your face and fix the hair you have on your head. It’ll be fine. Danny!” Jay snapped his fingers. “It’ll be cool!”

“Since when are you the collected one?”

“Since I have to be. When have I ever let you down?” Jay rolled his eyes at Danny’s quipped ‘all the time?’ before he rolled off the bed and to his feet. “Shut up. We’ve got two more hours before we have to be there. We’re gonna get you dressed, we’re gonna make you look gawd damn gor-gee-ous, and that crowd is going to fucking love you. We got this!”

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“I don’t feel like I’ve got this,” Danny muttered as he looked across the crowd. It wasn’t as crowded as it was on Friday, but it was still one of the biggest audiences Danny had seen thus far. But considering that he usually performed in talent shows held on college campuses to a small group of bored students and parents that only cared about their own kids up until tonight? He supposed that was to be expected. A knot of nerves knocked loose from his throat, sunk to the pit of his stomach and nestled itself there uncomfortably, making him feel like he needed to pee.

“Shut up. You totally got this. Don’t you dare open your mouth and start asking me all the things that can go wrong because you know that’s not going to help.”

Danny nodded and swallowed again, trying to still that jittery feeling that he was about to vibrate out of his skin. “Got it. Okay. This won’t be awful. I’m like what? Fifth on the list?”

“Yeah. Which isn’t bad. You can scope out the talent, you don’t have to open the show, and it’s early enough in the night that not everyone will be gone by the time you get on. It’s… actually pretty great. Man. You’d think this Bianca thought about this shit.”

Danny could only shrug, taking a sip of the water in his hands, eyes trained on the stage as he waited. Apparently tonight was one of the few events Bianca didn’t host, so she wasn’t even here for him to thank her. He’d already asked.

“Hey,” Jay settled a hand on Danny’s shoulder and squeezed. “Take a breath, honey. I’ve never seen you scared of a performance ever in your life – don’t start now. This isn’t a big deal. Just another crowd. You’ve sung in the middle of food courts busier than this. You’ve got me. I’m going to record this for your mom or else she will slaughter me,” he got a laugh and an affirmative ‘she so would’ before continuing on, “You’re as good as you always are, no matter where you are.”

“Your words of wisdom sounds an awful lot like that fortune cookie I got last night.”

“Fuck you. See if I’m ever supportive of you ever again.”

“You’re a star, Jay.”

“No shit.”

They chatted lightly in between performances. Jay made sure to keep Danny laughing the closer his slot approached. The talent ranged from genuine to a very loose definition of the word, and Danny winced at a couple of the sour notes the guy before him hit. He looked around to see the rest of the crowd do the same. Great, he’d have to try to save the atmosphere of the room. As the song came to screeching end, Danny sucked in a breath.

The DJ awkwardly asked the crowd for some noise for the poor tone deaf soul, only to receive a smattering applause and a few boos.

“Oh please,” someone huffed off to Danny’s left, “Don’t encourage him.”

That voice sounded rather familiar but Danny didn’t have a chance to register why before he heard his name. He made his way to the stage and navigated the rickety steps a little bit better than he had his first night. He grabbed the mic and looked to the DJ before timidly requesting which track on the CD he brought. That nervous knot throbbed in panicked reminder when the DJ held up his finger to stall. Great. He felt the heat begin to crawl on his neck and he cleared his throat, deciding to do what he could do best – ramble.

“So… um… hi? I’m Danny… but you knew that… because I was called to the fucking stage. Pretty sure you could make the connection. You’re not that drunk yet, right?” he laughed a little nervously and cleared his throat again. “Um… well. I’m from out of town and… I really hope you like this fucking song… that I’m about to sing… to you… if my CD will fucking play… I haven’t been on a stage like this ever so… this is my first time. Please be gentle… okay? You got it?” The DJ nodded “Okay good…”

He took one last actual breath before the music started. He almost missed his cue with his fidgeting, but recovered with just a small stutter. The first verse was a little rough but once he stumbled through it, he’d regained his feet, his confidence strangling the last bit of nerves just in time for him to belt out the chorus. Everything seemed to melt around him – the hazy club lights, the shadows they cast, the crowd – it all blended together into useless noise as he lost himself in the music, his voice, and how his feet felt on that stage as he began to sway and strut, unable to stay still for much longer.

He’d lost his shirt at some point during the bridge, leaving him in nothing but the white crop top and tattered black jeans. He collected it to the sound of applause after he put the mic back on the stand and bit his lip. “Thank you,” he’d managed to croak out before he bounded off the stage. He nearly tripped on the last step as he flew back to Jay, barrelling into him and laughing with a raucous ‘oh my god!’

“Gurl! You killed it!” Jay squealed and wrapped his arms around his friend in a tight hug. Danny could just grin as he shrugged his shirt back on and huffed a huge sigh of relief.

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An intermission had been called after Danny’s performance. He’d been complimented by a couple of the singers before him and flirted with by some of the audience as smokers and light weights filed out to take advantage of the down time. He felt like he was floating, soaking it all in with a smile plastered on his face until that familiar voice crept back to his ear.

“Not too bad, California. Congrats on your New York debut.”

“Thanks! I almost backed out… but I’m so glad I didn’t!” Danny blurted out as he spun to face the stranger.

“Glad you didn’t. Would have hated to see my efforts go to waste.”

The face with the voice helped everything click. The eyelashes, the heavy liner, the painted lips – all of that was absent – but Danny remembered that voice now. And those dimples. Oh shit…

“Bianca?”

The older man, dressed simply in black with a drink in his hand, nodded with sincerity. “One and the same. Though out of drag, you can call me Roy if you’d prefer.” He held out his hand and Danny took it in a timid handshake, causing the seasoned queen to quirk an eyebrow. “That was really pathetic, but okay…” He nodded to the stage, “Enjoy yourself up there?”

“Oh God, yes. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You really didn’t…”

“Calm down,” Roy held up his hand to cut Danny off, “I just got your name on a list. It’s not brain surgery. It’s fine…” He trailed a bit before he gestured to Danny’s make-up vaguely, “You do that yourself?”

“Um…” Danny felt that blush creeping up again, not quite sure how to answer. Every time he tried his voice hit the brakes at the back of his throat.

“It’s a simple question.”

Jay elbowed Danny lightly in the side before rolling his eyes and answering for him, “I did some of it,” he admitted.

“So which one of you is a bit heavy handed with the contour through here?” Roy gestured to his own cheeks, striking both of the younger queens silent as they both stammered for an answer. “Again, just a simple question.”

Jay swivelled around to take a good look at Adore, chewing on his lip. He hadn’t noticed it before, but it did look really dark. And streaky. “Shit…”

Roy’s voice floated above them and settled flat against the sizzling embarrassment between them both. “It’s not the end of the world. Just work at it. May I?” he stepped forward, setting aside his drink, and took Danny by the chin when the other nodded. His hold was gentle and a bit warm and Danny blinked a few times so he could focus on what the older man was saying while Jay looked on with astute attention, “– cheekbones look like they’re sinking towards his chin, and it should be lighter here and along here,” he jumped a bit as the back of Roy’s fingers brushed across his jawline, “Right now he looks like he’s got a beard which I don’t think you were going for.” He released Danny’s chin and took a step back, reaching back for his drink. “Take what you want from that, but it mostly just comes from practice.”

“Thank you…” they both murmured and Roy turned to Jay in an obvious attempt to soothe the awkwardness his impromptu advice had rustled up.

“I actually don’t think I caught your name the other day…”

“Oh! I’m Jay… and seriously, thank you. I’m just… feeling kind of stupid,” Roy cut him off with a soft ‘don’t’ and a stern look, causing Jay to shift gears to a more positive route, “It’s been… great to meet and talk to you, actually. Alyssa said you were worth the patience… though I don’t know exactly what that means…”

“I’m worth the patience?” Roy wrinkled his nose with a smirk, “That rotted bitch.”

“How do you know Justin anyway?”

“Oh, that,” Roy rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, “That is a story that I don’t have enough time to tell. Nor do I plan on drinking that much tonight, so you’ll just have to ponder that mystery. But…” he checked his phone and hissed through his teeth, “I’ve got to get going. You two enjoy the rest of your stay, okay? If you’ve got time, stop back in. I’m here the rest of the week.”

Roy leaned over the counter and said something inaudible to the bar tender before handing over his glass and then in an instant he was gone, darting out the door with his coat draped over his arm.

Jay and Danny stood still for a moment, loitering a bit before they shrugged, “Should we get going then?” Jay suggested and Danny nodded in agreement. They’d ordered nothing but water, so they simply collected their coats and left to flag down a cab.

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“Man…” Danny was the first to break the silence of their cab ride. There was a long pause as he tried to follow it up with something inspirational. “He really knows his stuff, doesn’t he?” He settled for less inspirational and more of a blatant and slightly lame observation, but at least it was something.

“Yeah,” Jay didn’t linger too much on that subject, only nodding absently. He wrinkled his nose a bit before his eyes widened in a sudden realization before he turned almost full body to face Danny, “You know who he looks like? You know, when he’s out of drag?”

“Who?”

“What’s-his-name that you have a picture of. Only older, obviously, and with dimples. But he looks kind of like him,” Jay elaborated as Danny continued to stare at him with a blank expression, “That guy you liked in high school?”

It hadn’t fully hit Danny until Jay actually said it out loud. “Shit,” he whispered and leaned back in his seat. “He fucking did look like him, didn’t he?”

“Certainly explains the googly eyes you were giving him.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” They exchanged looks – Jay rolled his eyes and waved his hands around his face as if that explained everything before Danny just started giggling. “If you think I was crushing on him, then you’ve lost your ever living god damn mind.”

“You were crushing on him. Hard core,” Jay held up a finger, “Do not give me that look that I know you’re going to give me. When he was talking, you were lucky that blush was so heavy so he couldn’t clock the real one you were sporting. Or that dreamy blinky eye flirting you always do.”

“I do not have a dreamy blinky eye thing.”

“Don’t you though? It’s like…” Jay dropped his jaw and widened his eyes so he could properly exaggerate Danny’s expression, “I swear to God you would have jumped him if you weren’t such a chicken shit.”

“Me? Since you’ve known me, when have I ever been shy? Please,” Danny crossed his arms and looked out the window to see the city lights pass. “If I wanted him, I would have tried to cop a feel. And I didn’t. So case closed.”

The conversation was certainly not closed, but was delayed as they paid for their cab ride and headed to their room. It didn’t pick back up again until the elevator door closed and Jay turned back to him.

“You know that’s bullshit. You know that’s total bullshit. You cop feels when you can tell the guy is easy and you can get him right away. When it’s a guy you think you can’t have – that’s when you get nervous and shy like some precious virgin damsel.”

“Totally not true!”

“Abso-fucking-positively true and you know it! Because it’s more than just thinking he’s cute or that he resembles some guy you use to make heart eyes at – you soaked up every word he’s said ever since he called you up on stage. You like him!”

“I don’t even know him!”

“Yeah, but you want to. And what’s more? –” Jay’s voice lowered when the elevator dinged and the doors opened, hunching down slightly as he tried whispered, “You want him to notice you,” he wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulders and squeezed playfully. “You want him to remember who you are and know your name. I bet you were pretty fucking pleased with yourself when he showed up tonight to see you sing.”

Danny’s jaw dropped and his bottom lip curled over the top of his teeth as he tried his best to tame the smile that might ruin his offended expression. He unlocked the hotel room and stormed in, unable to keep his giggles under control as he went into his rampage, “Out of line, man. Out of fucking line! Like… how fucking dare you!” he laughed and tossed a pillow in Jay’s direction. “There is absolutely no way any of what you just said is true! No way!”

Jay deflected the pillow with his palms and snickered behind his knuckles, “Oh really?” he put his hand on his hip as he popped it out before he fell to the bed and spread across it. “So you didn’t think about kissing him at all the entire time he was holding your face and touching your cheeks?”

“No way!”

Jay snorted, “Ye-huh. Okay. Because you were thinking about fucking him, weren’t you?”

“Oh shut up,” Danny hit him with the pillow again.

“Translation? You were,” Jay remarked from behind the pillow before he pushed it aside and turned onto his stomach to look at Danny as he sat on the edge of the bed across from him. “So you gonna try to see him again before we leave?”

Danny shrugged as he absent mindedly started to tug at his right upper eyelash. “I dunno. Would there be any point?”

“You could always try to thank him properly,” Jay pushed his tongue into his cheek in a crude gesture for Danny to scoff at. “Seriously! Why not? He could be into it.”

Danny didn’t fully answer. Instead, he headed towards the bathroom, murmuring about getting ready for some sleep. He flicked on the shamelessly shoddy light to the bathroom before shutting the door. He caught his own reflection in the small mirror and just stared at himself for a moment. He replayed the experienced queen’s tutorial on how to improve his make-up, determined to file it away into his memory properly, and tried desperately to ignore the phantom of warm fingers lightly pressed up on his chin that still lingered.

If you got time, stop back in. I’m here the rest of the week.

It certainly sounded simple enough. The invitation was out there. And it would be rude, Danny reasoned, not to at least try to comply. This didn’t have to be complicated. It was just making time to stop in for a drink one more time before he headed back home.

Easy.

#bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #au #alternate meeting #slow burn #tw crude language #submission #kitschy pixel #utfg #flavor #queen au #rpdr fanfiction

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markoftheasphodel · 7 years

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Shadows of Valentia Top Ten -- #1 Lukas: The Messenger

Well, I am who I am. I imagine I should stop hoping for more.

Sometimes canon gives you a character so precisely attuned to your biases that you can't believe it's actually real.

Lukas. The name means "bringer of light" so it's fitting he's the one who sounds the Call to Arms for Alm's particular Hero's Journey. My assumption regarding Lukas headed into the remake was pretty simple-- he'd be, like, Alm's surrogate-brother guy. His death quote in OG Gaiden references Alm, he was in the Team Alm banner for FE Heroes along with Clair & Faye aka Alm's fangirl squad, so I figured he and Alm would be bros. Or, you know, "bros" with the usual wink-wink stuff.

Yeah, well, they're not bros like that. Everything about it is way more complicated, from the position Lukas holds as the younger son of a noble but not-very-illustrious house to what's going on inside of his head. On the surface, he's this incredibly pleasant and reasonable guy. Take the scene where he agrees to bring Alm & Friends back to the Deliverance and Lukas assures Tobin that it's fine to have a not-idealistic motivation like money for joining the army. What a cool guy! So open-minded and reassuring to the village kiddies! What a great Team Mom he is.

Three base conversations later, we find out Lukas himself had zero motivation to join the Deliverance or any other army and was in fact sent there by an elder half-brother who plainly didn't care whether Lukas lived or died and most likely would've been A-OK with his little brother coming home in a box. And Lukas relays this with a small smile and no emotional shading whatsoever, like he's discussing the weather. On the one hand, it comes out of left field, but on the other hand, this was set up from the moment he recruited Tobin: "It's OK not to have heroic motives for being here. I don't. :)"

This happens a great deal with Lukas, as pieces of characterization flow forward and backward across the main game script, the support conversations, and the Rise of the Deliverance DLC. That big confrontation he has with Fernand at Deliverance HQ turns out to have a massive and meaningful backstory. Any alarm bells that ring when he gives Alm advice on conducting a "good-hearted" invasion of Rigel that's bound to have casualties rise to a crescendo at the finale to Rise of the Deliverance when Lukas uses civilian hostages as a bargaining chip in dealing with Chancellor Desaix. He seems more than a little irreverent towards Valentia's gods and the “old children’s tale” of a prophesied hero even as he acts out a self-aware role in fulfilling said prophecy-- emphasis on the self-aware part as I don't think that can be overlooked. And that perpetually even-keeled niceness turns out not to be a front for something more troubling but a result of his central conflict as a character.

Lukas doesn't feel things like other people and he's not happy about it. Deep visceral emotions like rage, envy, and romantic passion are outside his experience. I'm not going to digress into the root cause of his state of being, whether he's good or bad representation of whatever it is he's representing... assuming the writers didn't get lucky when assembling him. We don't know if this is an organic disconnect or something that developed from how he was treated by his father and half-brother or a combination of both... or if someone on the writing staff wanted a character "like that" and didn't think too hard as to why and were just savvy enough not to use "magic" as a reason. But it's the through-line of his one in-game support with Clive and the big reveal of his DLC support with Python and it manifests in everything else from the glimpses he gives of his ungood family life to his final battle quote. Killing a god? That could potentially be exciting.

Setting aside the issue of whether or not it takes deicide for Lukas to get his rocks off, instead of being bros with Alm, reboot!Lukas has clearly imprinted on Clive (the only character whose death Lukas mourns post-chapter) and their dialogue at the end of Rise of the Deliverance is a wonderful scene that evoked memories of reading about historical generals dealing with the aftermath of real-life battles like Shiloh. Yet their support chain goes pear-shaped immediately as Clive praises Lukas for his cold and analytical nature aka the very thing Lukas doesn't especially like about himself. This is not your standard senior knight/junior knight mentoring here, as Clive steps in it during the C support, causing Lukas to stew and then unleash (by his standards) an outburst in the B support, and then Clive makes a transparent and clumsy attempt to make it all better in the A-support at the end of the war. Sounds like they haven't talked much about anything deep in the interim. And the way it wraps up, with Lukas saying "Why do you keep me around if not for my greatest virtue?" is probably self-deprecating humor, but who knows?

Then too there's a sense of containment in spite of his network his friends in the Deliverance (and both his Clive support and his Heroes dialogue show a clear-eyed and unsentimental take on said friends). Everyone thinks well of him but should he die, no one person takes a time-out to mourn him. His ending, though fitting and satisfying, is fixed and the loss of Clive or the others won't change it. Doesn't sound like he finds value in his background as a middle-tier noble, which he's basically repudiating by Act V anyway. Oh yeah, and even before the main game he's rejected his blood family, declaring he has no home with them anymore. One can only assume the lady he was courting (as referred to in the Python supports) never hears from him again.

Back to the prophecy. If Clive gets the Dorias role in this as the voice of flawed traditionalism and a certain strain of idealism that goes with it, Lukas takes on the role inhabited by August (and then Soren) as the pragmatist who gets shit done, the one willing to metaphorically and literally dirty his hands-- while both of them were in on the hostage plot, Clive’s the one affected by their actions. Lukas doesn’t appear to have any qualms. In another possible echo of the way August groomed Leif for his role, Lukas appears to grasp well before the Big Reveal that what they're all doing with Alm isn't giving a kid an army and turning him loose, but actually making a hero. Despite his skepticism of the whole “hero prophecy” thing, in trying to shape the narrative of the invasion of Rigel, in saying what he does and doesn't when Alm picks up the Royal Sword, possibly all the way back in Ram Village when he recruits five teenagers instead of the veteran leader he was sent to collect, there's an undercurrent of craft to what Lukas is doing. How curious that this deliberately literate character is the one speaking in terms of "taming myths" and of messaging while Clive (who also knows about the prophecy) is fretting over bloodlines and whether not he bet on the wrong colt.

I've seen some speculation that Mycen tipped off Lukas to the grand plan during the failed "recruitment" and I don't think that's entirely true because the Royal Sword scene is the rare moment where Lukas sounds shocked, but even if Mycen didn't give him the crib notes I think Lukas pieces together enough that by the invasion of Rigel he is trying to make sure hero suitable to the prophecy shows up at Rigel Castle. Why else establish that he and Clive are actively thinking about the identity of the hero? For lulz and irony, maybe. Maybe, but there’s all the other stuff above to take into account..

So, Lukas. Coldly competent, sweetly fucked-up, calculating as hell, genuinely nice, turning a dry and unsparing eye and a polite smile upon the world. He uses my favorite FE weapon class and he really just wants to lose himself in a book. And hanging above him is that undefined and seemingly unattainable "more" that we never can know for sure if he actually finds, or at least finds peace in the lack thereof. And we never do find out what his "ambition" was referred to in his retreat quote even was before he apparently (?) let it go. Don’t pity him, though-- he’s not asking for pity, and he’s not allowing himself regret.

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So, there I stood… a little guy from London in a huge arena, soon to be filled with thousands of fans and dozens of TV and movie stars. On top of all that, add on the pressure of this being my first ever live event as a journalist representing two quality websites that are depending on me to deliver. I had to take my nephew with me for moral support. I was a nervous wreck! The celebrities are mostly late, except for a couple. The first one I see is Mr. Mehcad Brooks… this dude is big!

I panic a little, I’m nervous and I’m starstruck. My nephew is a huge fan of Supergirl and my wife and I have enjoyed Mr. Brooks’ work since his run in Desperate Housewives, back in the day. He’s just arrived, but a queue is fast forming. It takes me four attempts, but watching him with the fans makes me join the line.

Mehcad’s smile is as big as he is. He greets the fans and hugs them. Now these aren’t fake little artist hugs… oh, no! These are genuine pick you up, grab you like a long lost relative bear hugs. He is attentive with the fans, he listens, he laughs, he talks and he disarms them with genuine warmth and consideration. With every step that I get closer the more my anxieties fall away, and the more I relax into doing the job that I’m there to do. I take a deep breath, swallow the nerves and dive in.

What’s In A Name?

DC Comics News: Good morning! Welcome to London and congratulations, on – after over 70 years – finally making Jimmy Olsen James Olsen.

Mehcad Brooks: (Laughs) Yeah, it’s been a long time coming.

DCN: Did working on Supergirl spark an interest in the comics, or were you always a fan?

MB: I loved comics growing up, but for me it was always more the cartoons and the animated shows. I liked Archie Comics.

DCN: (With tongue firmly in cheek) I heard somewhere that they have a show now, too… I think.

MB: (Laughing) Yeah, I heard that too.

DCN: Are there any characters from the DC Comics, or the cartoons, that you’d like to see in Supergirl?

MB: Actually, coming up next season… (He pauses, looks down and shakes his head, smiling all the while) Oh, man. I nearly let the cat out of the bag!

DCN: Ah, OK. I guess you’re sworn to secrecy. That’s cool. So, are there any actors you’d like to work with?

MB: Oh, so many! (Excited) Coming up we’re gonna have… (He stops once more) Oh, man I did it again! You are GOOD! You nearly got me to let the cat out of the bag twice!

DCN: So, I’m really striking out here. I understand, though. I love surprises and I hate spoilers. So, next question.

MB: Shoot. I’ll answer this one.

DCN: What’s a question you always wish you’d been asked, but never was? What’s a question you’d like to answer?

MB: (He looks me dead in the eye. Slowly he begins to smile) Now, that’s a question! Wow. That’s a question that deserves an answer, and a good answer. You have really caught me today. My mom’s a journalist, a good one. You’re in her league!

DCN: I’ll take that as a huge compliment. We only have one mom, after all!

MB: Listen. I’m impressed, but I realise that I haven’t really answered any of your questions, and that last one… That’s a great question and I want to answer it… but properly. I want to sleep on it, consider it, think about it and give you the answer that question deserves. Are you still working this event tomorrow?

DCN: Yes. I’m here with my nephew today, but I’ll be bringing my son tomorrow.

MB: You come and see me. I promise you, I’ll have an answer for you tomorrow.

DCN: I’m gonna hold you to that.

MB: Do it!

So, off we trundled. We had an incredible day. We attended panels, we took pictures of awesome cosplays, we met more stars, and I’d lost my nerves. But, what if I didn’t get a chance to go back? What if he couldn’t finish the interview? I definitely would never get it published as it stood! No, I had faith. I felt that Mehcad would prove true to his word.

The next morning the line to see him was huge! Word had got around about his friendliness and approachability, I guess. We saw him, over the course of two whole days, treating every single fan with the same warmth, the same smile and the same attitude in every single instance. Young fans, old fans, huge fans, tiny fans. Fans on crutches, fans in wheelchairs. They all got a hug and they all got his charming smile and unwavering attention.

Once or twice we’d catch his eye and he’d nod our way, smile and give us a thumbs up.

At the end of day two, as the event was winding down and the queues were emptying, my son and I made our way back to Mehcad’s table. He had a few fans still in the queue, and he attended them all in his usual manner. We joined the line for press and waited our turn.

His crew and event staff recognised me and Mehcad asked us to come and sit behind his table, not to stand in line. Some of the other journos and reporters who were ahead of us weren’t very pleased, but it was explained that we were expected, and that the meeting had been pre-arranged.

Finally, Mehcad came over. I introduced him to my son and we concluded the interview that had begun over 30 hours earlier.

That Is The Question

DCN: ‘Tis I, your nemesis! The Bad Penny. I’m here with my son today.

MB: (Giving my son another one of his trademark bear hugs) Hey, great to meet you. Your dad’s awesome.

DCN: Thanks so much for seeing us again, it’s greatly appreciated.

MB: Hey, I’m a man of my word. About yesterday, listen… that didn’t go right. I told you my mom was a journalist, right?

DCN: You did.

MB: Well, she always said to be wary of journalists. Some are genuine, but others are just out for what they can get. She always said to me that with some you shouldn’t answer their questions, but say what you want them to hear.

DCN: That’s sound advice. I’ve worked with both kinds of individuals, but – I have to say – I’m probably here more as a fan, than as a journalist.

MB: And that’s why I asked you back. That question yesterday… that question yesterday turned the tables. You asked me what it was I wanted to answer. You weren’t feeding me a question that would lead to an answer you wanted, you asked me if there was anything that I actually wanted to say. I’ve never, ever had that before.

I had to take a little bit of time to think about it. You said what is the one question that I never got asked, that I wish someone would ask me. And I started thinking about it, and I thought I knew the answer and… man, I started talking to one of the fans and I realized I was wrong.

The answer really should be this.

How can the cause of human equality intersect?

Right? So basically this. Every African-American man understands what it’s like to be bullied. If we can make people understand that that is bullying, one of the oldest forms of bullying. Then we can understand that sexism is also bullying, that xenophobia is also bullying. We can understand that homophobia is also bullying, or marriage inequality…

Anything that you can think of, that causes inequality is bullying.

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Be Who You Are, Not Who The World Wants You To Be

MB: I think that we have to get to a point in our society where we can ask these types of questions… where we can understand each other in such a way where we don’t get upset about it, or feel a certain way about it and we can actually openly, and honestly talk about things.

Where my kids can come into a world and… not have the same problems my grandparents had. So, that goes for any immigrant, that goes for any person who feels different, or that they were born different, or in their sexual proclivities, or if they’re transitioning into female or into a male. That goes for anybody who feels bullied.

I guess that most of us can understand that concept of bullying. I think that it’s the most important thing that we can talk about. I wish that more people would ask me that.

I think that the issue we’re talking about is judgment versus prejudgment. I don’t mind being judged… observe me, observe my behavior. Go ahead and judge me. You might be a good judge, or you might be a bad judge, but at least you observed me first. I can handle that.

If you’re gonna judge me without knowing a thing about me? You know where you can stick your judgment.

DCN: Thank you. I know many, many fans are going to read these words and find comfort in them. To know that the people they look up to have suffered bullying too, will hopefully provide some inspiration.

MB: I hope so.

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That’s it. Was that worth waiting a day and a half for? I think so. I and many others have experienced being bullied. To see someone regarded as a star say that he has experienced it, and still been successful in spite of it is a strong and positive message.

So, there I was… a little guy from London in a huge arena, slowly emptying out. What once was filled with thousands of fans and dozens of TV and movie stars was once again becoming just an empty hall. Thankfully I wasn’t alone, I had my son with me for moral support. I was a happy man! The celebrities were mostly gone, except for a couple. The last one I saw was Mr. Mehcad Brooks… and as I said before, this dude is big!

But his heart is bigger still.

DCN Exclusive Interview: Mehcad Brooks – James Olsen/Guardian From ‘Supergirl’ So, there I stood... a little guy from London in a huge arena, soon to be filled with thousands of fans and dozens of TV and movie stars.

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