"It's been raining a lot..."

*angelic grunt

Summer Rain: Epilogue

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Spring

Characters: Kohaku, Himeru, Niki, Rinne

Kohaku: I hope we never have to see those two together again. They’re going to make me sick with how sappy they are.

The next day, Cafe Cinnamon

Kohaku: Anzu-han, over here. We have a spot for you.

Kohaku: You’re fine with standing? It’s fine, Niki-han and Rinne-han won’t be joining us so we have empty space at our table.

Kohaku: Where’s Niki-han and Rinne-han? Well- Himeru: It’s a long story, Anzu-san. It’ll be better if you hear the whole thing.

Himeru: First, Himeru is sure you’ve heard the news? The filming went off without any more issues.

Himeru: Himeru doesn’t know what you did to get Shiina to open his eyes, but Director-san and the crew extend their thanks.

Himeru: The Legendary Producer sure lives up to her, name, hmm~

Kohaku: Anzu-han, I’m sure you’ve heard a bit, but do you know the exact plot of the movie we were filming?

Kohaku: A cheesy summer romance film? Yeah, but do you know the exact plot, or did Director-san not tell you? Kohaku: Ah, so you don’t know besides that. Well…

Kohaku: It’s about two strangers that meet during the rainy season. One of them is cynical and thinks there’s nothing worth loving, about others and especially about themselves.

Kohaku: The other is a free spirit and doesn’t care about anything, only that life is short and they should live the most of it.

Kohaku: They by chance end up taking shelter under the same bus stop, and the free-spirited one is intrigued by the cynical one.

Kohaku: That character keeps returning to that bus stop in hope to see the other, which they succeed in.

Kohaku: The cynical one remains wary for a while, but they do become somewhat friends. They keep pushing the free-spirited one away though, not letting them get close.

Kohaku: Not thinking that they’re worth loving.

Himeru: (nods) It’s a whole film’s worth of a game of cat and mouse, that free-spirited one always trying to catch the other, who only keeps running away through the rain.

Himeru: Eventually, the cynical one does open up and realizes that love isn’t bad. That they’ve fallen for the free-spirited one. 

Himeru: In panic, they do the only thing they know how to do: They keep running.

Himeru: It leads up to that cynical one trying to take initiative, but then immediately attempting to flee, only to finally be caught.

Himeru: Isn’t it a little funny? How much these two characters remind us of Shiina and Amagi? Kohaku: Kohkohkoh, you’re saying it’s like these parts were made for them?

Kohaku: Ya know, that might be true. That director did really want Rinne-han to star, after all.

Kohaku: And that they listened to all of Rinne-han’s conditions…they must’ve really seen the bond between those two from the start~

Kohaku: I’m sure that this movie has turned out to become something better than what they originally planned, Rinne-han inadvertently helping people as he always does~

Kohaku: What’s that? Oh yeah, we haven’t answered your question.

Kohaku: Well…after filming that final scene, which I’m pretty sure you heard about seeing as you’re smiling…

Himeru: Neither the staff nor Shiina and Amagi moved for…a good while.

Kohaku: Yep, and well…Rinne-han and Niki-han just stood there in the fake rain kissing (he makes a gagging face)

Himeru: Himeru recalls that Oukawa dragged him away from that scene in disgust, despite the fact that we were supposed to turn the rain off.

Kohaku: Himeru-han don’t act like you didn’t come willingly. Anyways, they’re probably holed up in Niki-han’s old apartment, burning up with fevers.

Kohaku: I hope we never have to see those two together again. They’re going to make me sick with how sappy they are.

Himeru: Anzu-san finds that a little mean? Himeru disagrees, Shiina and Amagi deserved it completely.

Himeru: At least they’re actually sick and not lovesick anymore. 

Himeru: Anzu-san would agree if she had to witness it all.

Meanwhile at the same time, Shiina apartment

Niki: (Sneezes loudly)

Niki: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Rinne: Shut up Niki~kyun~ I’m makin’ us some soup

Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Niki: (Rinne-kun’s fault! It’s all Rinne-kun’s fault that I’m here stuck in bed sneezing all over the place!)

Niki: (We- We kissed for so long in that damn fake rain that we both got sick! Actually sick!!!)

Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Rinne: Niki~ Soup’s ready~ Niki: Ew no. Gross, you probably coughed in it or something. Get that away from me-

Rinne: Eat your damn soup or I’ll feed it to you myself.

Niki: No, knowing you there’s a huge chance you over seasoned it and-

Rinne: ♪ (shoves a spoonful of soup into his mouth)

Niki: (Oh it’s good soup…)

Niki: Have I told you how much I love you yet?

Rinne: Nope~ ♡ You should tell your Rinne-kun as much as you want to~ Just so he knows exactly how much that is!

Rinne: The more the better!

Niki:♡ (Ignores him to finish the soup)

Rinne: You- (grabs the bowl of soup and holds it high in the air)

Niki: My soup! Give it back!

Rinne: Listen to people when they’re talking to you, bastard.

Niki: Okay, I love you sooooooo much. Can I have my soup back now?

Niki: MPHGHG- Not like that! Why can’t you just hand me back my bowl instead of kissing me!? We’re literally both sick!

Rinne: ♪ It’s as much my soup as it is Niki~Kyun’s. This way both of us can have it.

Niki: Intolerable! Inconceivable! The absolute worst!

Rinne: Yeah ~ yeah. You don’t mean any of that, cos you love me.

Niki: …(Pouts with his arms crossed, unable to deny.)

Rinne: I’ve been meaning to ask though, why the sudden change of heart? Not that I’m not happy, because my Niki~kyun finally accepts my love ♡

Rinne: What did Anzu Nee-san say to you~

Niki:...

Rinne:...

Rinne: (hands the bowl of soup back)

Niki: (Gets back to eating soup) ♪

Niki: Not much~ Just that Rinne-kun is useless without me and also she let me listen to…the song.

Niki: A rehash of our song. Our debut song. And then I figured things out myself.

Rinne: Niki’s finally seeing how much I love him~

Niki: Stop looking at me with that sappy look you’re going to make me sicker than I already am!

Rinne: (Gets close and nuzzles him) But we’re already both sick~ Let’s get sicker together~

Niki: Hgghhh.

Rinne: It serves to show Niki how far we’ve gone. That from that very song, we’ve gone from just us and a crowd of children, just me and an empty hall…

Rinne: We’ve gone from both of those to being in a film. Being on stage with Merumeru and Kohaku-chan. Shining like stars that we only dreamed we could be.

Rinne: But even after all that, we’re still us. We’re still the same duo, despite how much has changed~

Rinne: And of course, my love for Niki is also constant in that~

Rinne: Now shut up and let’s cuddle, Niki~kyun. We’ll get through these fevers together and be back to enact our revenge on the two that betrayed us and left the rain on~

Niki: (Rinne-kun’s being so earnest I could melt under his gaze…)

Niki: (He’s right though…We’ve really come so far.)

Niki: (And I do love him, I guess.)

Niki: (I’m sorry Rinne-kun, for making you wait all these years. I’m sorry for making you chase me in the rain.) [Back] [Masterlist]

WOOO ITS DONE. THANK U ALL FOR BEING HERE for me and sana's insanity <3 hope u liked it. happy pride month! rinky 4ever

-beanosei (cuz kinosei WISHES he was me)

p.s. lil bonus if you finished everything!! here

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None other than the iconic, the legendary, the "I'm listening" inducing Frasier! 🎉🎙️ Remember that sophisticated therapist from Boston, Frasier Crane (played by the inimitable Kelsey Grammer)? The one who thought moving back to his rainy hometown of Seattle was a great idea, apparently forgetting how bad his hair gets in humidity? Yep, that's our guy! But wait, there's more! This time around, he's back in all his neurotic glory, and he's bringing the whole gang along for the laughter-packed ride! For those who aren't in the know (which is quite a shame, really), Frasier aired for a whopping 11 seasons, capturing hearts and chuckles from 1993 to 2004 on NBC. And guess what? It's getting a reboot. I know what you're thinking: "Has it really been that long? Is Frasier still obsessed with fancy opera and expensive wine?" Well, buckle up, because it's been almost two decades since we last saw the Crane clan in action, and they've got a lot of catching up to do! But hey, for the uninitiated, let me break it down for you: Frasier Crane, therapist extraordinaire and lover of all things sophisticated (except maybe his hair products), decided to bless us with his presence once again. And this time, he's not just a therapist. Oh no, he's got his own talk show! That's right, he's ditched the couch for a microphone and a spotlight, and he's ready to analyze the world's problems one hilarious quip at a time. 💁‍♂️🎤 Now, let's not forget the juicy bits that made the original Frasier a sensation: the dysfunctional family dynamic! Frasier's relationship with his cranky old man, played by the late John Mahoney, was comedic gold. And don't even get me started on his neurotic brother Niles (David Hyde Pierce), whose obsession with hygiene and fine dining could put Martha Stewart to shame. 🍷🍽️ So, here's the scoop: after nearly a decade of teasing and speculation, it seems like the gears are finally turning for the long-awaited Frasier reboot. According to none other than Kelsey Grammer himself, they're knee-deep in the shenanigans of scripting the first episode. And guess what? Kelsey cried while reading it! Now, I don't know about you, but if a guy who's played Frasier for so long is shedding tears of joy, we're in for an emotional rollercoaster of hilarity! And the cherry on top? Kelsey let us in on the secret ingredient to the Frasier reboot's success: it's none other than Frasier himself. Groundbreaking, right? Turns out, it was always called Frasier because, well, it's him! The man, the myth, the radio show host—Frasier Crane! 🕺📻 So, folks, get ready to be whisked away into the absurdity of highbrow humor, quirky family antics, and a ton of "I'm listening" moments. Because whether you're an OG fan or a newcomer, the Frasier reboot promises to deliver laughter, nostalgia, and maybe even a few spilled glasses of expensive wine. 🍷🤣 And don't you worry, my friends. We've got our popcorn ready, our laughter on standby, and our remotes in hand. Because the Frasier frenzy is about to hit our screens once again, and we're all in for a wild, wacky, and utterly wonderful ride! 📺🍿🎢 Read the full article

Donnie - “CAUGHT”, Requested Ask

Ok, here it is. Donnie's long awaited CAUGHT story from an anonymous ask. Leo & Raph were posted about a week or more ago. Mikey is coming. Hopefully this weekend. We'll see if Mikey plays nice.

I hope you all enjoy it.

Donnie

·         It was 7:37pm when your cell phone started playing The Big Bang Theory theme song.  Before you even picked it up to look at the screen, you knew who it was.  You still remember the day that he hacked into your phone and gave himself his own specialized ringtone.  It has been quite a surprise, yet you laughed yourself silly at his choice.

·         You were supposed to be home hours ago and there waiting for him when the sun went down so you two could start binge watching the second season of The Witcher.  Having a friend who was a technical genius had its perks, one of which was getting to see some of your favorite shows and movies before they were even released.

·         You inhaled a calming breath and answered your phone, the voice of Donatello rang through from the other side with concern.  “Princess, I just got to your apartment but you aren’t here, is everything…alright?”, he asked with apprehension.

·         You smiled at his chosen nickname for you, you had gain the title ever since you two played Everquest that one rainy night weeks ago.

·         You sighed and responded, “Yes, Donnie, I’m ok.  Just still here stuck at work.  The client asked for some major changes to the proposal at the last minute today.  The team and I have been working to get the documentation corrected.”  

·         You looked around you at the tired faces in their desks, none of you looked happy to be there, and then you looked at the clock.  “Donnie, I have at least another hour of corrections to make and then the 15 minute subway ride home, so it’s going to be at least an hour and a half…maybe more… before I can get there.”  

·         You closed your eyes and silently sent curses out into the universe to the A-Hole who thought changes at the LAST MINUTE on a Friday were a good idea and then you offered Donnie the ‘out’ you really didn’t want to offer him, “Look, I don’t want you having to wait around on me and I understand if the delayed start time for our show marathon is too much to ask, so if you need to leav…”.  

·         You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the voice on the other end of the line chirped up, at little too enthusiastically, “NO!  Ummm, no…  I’m fine. I don’t mind waiting.  I’ve been looking forward to watching this with you all day.”.  

·         You smiled at the admission and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.  You too had been looking forward to the shared time together all day, but it wasn’t the show that you were most excited about viewing this evening.

·         Donnie was…different.  His mind was amazing!   Mental prowess had always been an attracting trait for you.  However, even with all that mental power, he was still the sweetest thing walking the earth.  

·         Normally, those with extremely high mental IQs could sometimes come off as distant, cold, or even assholes.  But, not Donnie.  You didn’t think the sweet nerd had a mean bone in his body.  He’s just too gentle, too cordial.  

·         In fact, you find it hard to believe he knows how to fight!  You REALLY have a hard time wrapping your mind around the ‘ninja’ title for him.  

·         An unguarded sigh escaped you as you thought about the sweet guy.  If you were completely honest with yourself, you’d say you have a bit of a crush on the tall terrapin.  

·         For being a turtle, he is physically beautiful.  Nearly seven foot tall, but still densely toned and well-proportioned all over.  Broad shoulders, narrow hips, graceful and solid all in one.  

·         Yep, you have it quite bad for him.  Not that it did you any good.  He was a mutant reptile and you were just a mushy regular ol’ human.  Nothing special about you.  Even among your own kind you were regularly overlooked.  A ghost among the sightless.  Again…you sighed.

·         “Um, Y/N, are you ok?”, you heard Donnie question from the other side of line.  

·         SHIT!  You shook your head.  Dear lord, you have been lost in thought about him and he was still on the phone!  

·         Hastily you said, “Yes, Donnie, I’m fine”.  Your face flushed from embarrassment.  You continued on, “Ok, well, if you are sure you want to wait around for me I’ll try to hurry this along.  However, if you have better things to do with your brothers I completely understand.”.

·         You hear his cute chuckle from the other side of the line and him firmly state, “No thanks, you are my reprieve from them tonight.  PLEASE don’t send me home.”.

·         You giggle at his statement.  You grew up with three brothers yourself, so you COMPLETELY understand.  

·         Still concerned about him sitting there bored you ask, “What will you do until I get home?”. “Oh, you know me”, he said, “I’ll find something to do.  I noticed that your window was catching a little when I came in, I’ll look at it for you. And I’m sure there are some other improvements I can make around here.”.

·         “Donnie, you don’t have to fix my apartment for me, that’s the Super’s job”. You flatly stated. He gave snorting laugh, “Well, the Super isn’t doing such a super job of it”, and he laughed on, thoroughly enjoying his own joke of play-on-words.

·         You smiled and shook your head a little.  Sweet goodness he was such an adorable, lovable dork.  

·         “Ok, Donnie, mi casa es su casa, feel free to do whatever you want and I’ll try get this done as quickly as possible.”.  You both said your goodbyes and you hung up the phone feeling yourself walking on Cloud Nine over having that sexy creature waiting on you at your apartment, even if just platonically.

·         Donnie stared down at his phone after disconnecting the call and felt his heart racing.  This is how it was with you.  Sure it had been just a simple, normal phone call, but every time he heard your voice his heart would start to race from elation.  You were like a triple shot of caffeine and a sugar-high all rolled into one.  You were exciting and quite simply addictive.

·         Knowing that he couldn’t continue to think about you in those terms and keep a level head throughout the rest of the night, Donnie started seeking out distractions.  

·         First was that pesky window, he determined that it was warping off of its track so he use a bit of force, scientific application, and lubrication to straighten it out and get it lifting and closing smoothly again.  However, that task only took him about a couple of minutes…so now what?

·         He walked around the apartment opening doors and drawers.  He kept telling himself he wasn’t being nosy, he was looking for defects to fix.  

·         However, if he happened to see what your favorite foods were or if you keep your CDs and DVDs alphabetically or by genre, then so be it.  

·         Actually, if he allowed himself the truth, he just wanted to know all that there was to know about you.  

·         Sure, he’d known you for a few months at this point, but he couldn’t get enough of the details about you.  He reveled in the facts that he already knew.  

·         For instance, he knew that you loved your sci-fi and horror movies but you struggled at having to sit through April’s RomCom choices.  You preferred iced mochas over regular hot coffee and you and Leo had bonded over your shared love of exotic teas.  You almost always smelled of sugared vanilla or coconut and you hated floral scented products of any kind.  

·         Yes, he knew quite a bit, but the drive, no, the NEED, to always know more was an ever present voice inside his head.  It was bordering on an obsession and he was just fine with that, he loved solving puzzles and you were his favorite conundrum.

·         Donnie worked his way around the living room, then kitchen and bathroom testing drawers, oiling hinges, adjusting light fixtures, all the while enjoying getting to see tidbits of your life.  When he finally stood in the hallway after making his rounds, he had only eaten up maybe 30 minutes.  He eyed the door to your bedroom and debated with himself.  Should he, or shouldn’t he?  

·         You had said “mi casa es su casa” AND you had told him to do what he wanted to do AND that ever nagging voice inside his head REALLY wanted to see inside your bedroom.

·         Deciding that this was probably his one shot, he turned the knob and let the door swing open….and he just stood there in the doorway.  This felt forbidden; yet titillating.  

·         Your delectable fragrance was a concentrated cloud in that room and it hit him like a wall of pleasure when he opened the door.   He inhaled deeply and felt your scent caressing him deep inside and a small little rumble rolled through his chest.

·         He continued to just stand there in the doorway taking in the scene, almost not wanting to disturb the area with his energy until he got to see as much of it untainted as possible.  Across the small room was your bed, the place you laid her beautiful face to dream.  Your closet was to the left, door slightly ajar, your small dresser catty-cornered in the far right and your desk and computer to his right, a few feet from your bed.

·         Donnie gave a little chuckle, there on top of your small dresser in a small water tank was Creeper, the little aquatic frog that Mikey and Raph hunted down in the Jones family pond.  

·         Mikey and Raph had thought it was hilarious when they left that tank with Creeper inside of it on your fire escape.  However, you being the animal lover that you are, adopted him and as you put it, “decided to give the little pervert a second chance”.  

·         Truth be told, Donnie was quite jealous of Creeper getting to live in your bedroom with you.

·         Hesitantly, Donnie stepped inside the room and scanned the area of things to fix.  He crossed to the far side of the room next to your bed and tested the windows on that wall.  

·         Back in your office your phone chimed and buzzed.  You knew what that notification was for as well.  There was motion in your bedroom.

·         You were fostering a rescue cat for few weeks and you had setup your laptop’s camera to turn on via a motion sensor so that you could keep an eye on her while you were away.  

·         The cat had a developed a bad habit of sticking her paws in the frog’s water tank trying to catch the poor little creature.  

·         Every once in a while when she would try fishing for the frog, you’d get the motion notification and have to speak into your phone, which played out of laptop’s speakers for her to “STOP”.  

·         It was quite funny to watch that cat loose it over getting caught when she thought no one was around.  You were sure that you had eaten up at least five of her nine lives by the heart-attacks you had given her through the computer.

·         However, it wasn’t Miss Furrington that set off the motion sensor this time, when you looked at the screen on your phone you saw a very tall turtle testing the windows close to your bed.  You smiled and shook your head, that boy just can’t help himself to look for things to fix. But, I guess when you have a mind that processes information so quickly, you have to have things to do to keep it distracted or entertained.

·         However, you truly didn’t mind the view.  You bit your thumb nail and watch those long muscular arms and dexterous hands working on your windows.  How your mind wandered…

·         What would it be like to have those arms and hands working on you?  To be fully encased in them.  You imagined that it would be like being wrapped up in steel cables, solid and unyielding.  What would it be like to have his hot breath being huffed hungrily at your neck as your carotid artery was peppered with kisses?  

·         An involuntary shiver ran down your spine and you shook your head, damn, you were getting thoroughly distracted!  You needed to finish up so that you could get home soon.  You propped your cell phone up against some files on your desk so that you could enjoy glancing over at the screen while trying to finish up your work.

·         Donnie finished with the windows and moved over to tap on the tank and say ‘hi’ to Creeper. “You don’t realize how lucky you are little guy, want to trade places?”, he asked the little frog laying at the bottom of the tank.  

·         You heard Donnie’s voice come through the phone but you didn’t quite hear what he said while you were busy typing.  He must have been talking to himself, how adorable.  You reached over and turned up the volume on your phone so that if he did it again you could eavesdrop on his outer dialogue.

·         Donnie started testing the drawers of the dresser.  His face flushed a bit as he quickly opened and closed the top two drawers seeing that they contained several tiny lacy items.  Ah, the under-garment drawers.  Donnie feeling the slight stirring in his pants decided it was best to move on from the dresser or things were going to start happening that he did not want to happen here, especially not tonight.

·         You glanced over at the phone screen and saw Donnie make his way over to the desk.  

·         You held your breath, ‘Oh, dear god, don’t mess with the laptop or you’ll know that I’m watching you’, you think to yourself.  Thankfully, you watch as he gets close and stands right in front of the desk, he seems to be viewing the items on your shelves above the desk.

·         Again, not a bad view at all.  All you can see is his thigh and hip this close to the laptop’s camera, but damn…just damn, does it look good!  

·         The boy has some beautifully slender hips and great legs.  He’s not as bulky as his brothers but he is so well honed none the less.  A shiver runs through your nether regions at the thought of his thighs and hips between yours and you do a sharp intake of breath.

·         You watch as he absentmindedly twirls the screwdriver that he’s holding through and around his fingers.  

·         Agile and nimble are poor and inadequate descriptors for the skill that his hands are displaying as he twirls the tool and he isn’t even trying, he’s literally doing it out of restless habit.  You exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and try to regain some composure.

·         Donnie read all the spines to the books on your shelves, it seems you may dislike April’s RomComs but you enjoy smutty versions in your choice of books.  Most of the titles seem to center around other worldly creatures (vampires, werewolves, aliens, i.e.) and their passions with a humanoid female.  Interesting.

·         The book covers themselves were rather scandalous, with busty half nude women clutched in some being’s arms, and again Donnie felt a twinge in his groin area and he quickly adjusted the pants at the crotch and moved away from the risqué visuals.

·         You watched him turn and walk towards your closet but not before you saw his hand very quickly, almost too quickly to register, move to the front of his pants. Did he just?  

·         Wait…damn this tiny phone screen!  

·         Oh, how you wished you had seen that movement in fuller view, you think you saw something but you couldn’t be sure. SHIT! Damn it all to hell, you needed to get out of this office ASAP!  

·         Donnie found that the closet door wasn’t latching properly, that is why it was sitting ajar.  He quickly adjusted the hinges and got it to open and close to perfection.  

·         He then turned on the light in the closet to make sure it was functioning properly. While in there he noticed that one of your clothing racks was pulling out from the wall, so he decided it was best to remove everything off the bar and then he’d rehang it slightly lower, which would probably be more comfortable for you anyway due to your short stature.  

·         He squeezed the full rack of hanging items between his two hands and easily lifted the hangers off the rail.  He took them and laid them on your bed and then set to work readjusting the bar.

·         Finally, finishing up your portion of the corrections, you emailed the documents to your team, grabbed your purse and phone and walked as quickly as you could to the elevators.  As you stood waiting for the elevator to arrived, you watched Donnie lay your hanging items on your bed and take the clothing bar fully off the wall.  As he was rehanging the bar, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the empty elevator car.

·         Satisfied with the bar’s new placement, Donnie busied himself with rehanging the removed items.  He took a few bundles at a time and hung them one by one, this way he got to see more of your wardrobe as he was doing so.  

·         He was hanging some items that had some tiny slender straps when he noticed that some of the items weren’t everyday items.  Some were costumes and some were lacy sexy see-through items.  

·         “Oh!”, he exclaimed and he blushed slightly but examined the garments more closely.  The lacy see-through items were tantalizing but then there was a glint of gold that flashed at him that caught his FULL attention.

·         Wow!  NO WAY!!!  Did Y/N actually own a costume replica of the Leia’s Slave Dancer outfit from Star Wars?!!!  

·         His eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped open.  He looked around him as if he was suddenly going to be able to share his find with someone but he was alone.  

·         This was too good to be true, complete nerd fantasy made into reality!  

·         He felt things starting to get more uncomfortable in his crotch area and it only got worse as he imagined Y/N actually wearing the two piece saucy number. A deep, and COMPLETELY unintentional chur/growl echoed out of the closet.

·         You were alone in the elevator slowly sliding to the ground floor when the strangest noise came out of your phone.  Glancing at the screen you see Donnie exiting your closet with your cosplay costume in his hands.  

·         “Oh no, no, no, no!”, you say to the screen.  You are a proud fully pledged geek who cosplays at comic conventions but you don’t like everyone in your life to know it!  You want to seem somewhat ‘normal’ around beautiful people like April and Casey.  

·         Great! You think to yourself.  He’s going to tell his brothers and then you’ll never live this down, Raph for one will bring it up every chance he gets!

·         You watch in embarrassment as he fingers the garment and…wait…is he sniffing it?

·         Donnie reverently lifted the costume to his face and inhaled deeply.  Yes, it smelled just like Y/N. She definitely has worn this and, if he had to guess, not just once.  

·         He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help picturing your tiny body all exposed in the outfit that forged nearly every adolescent male’s sexual awakening.  

·         In his mind’s eye, you looked breathtaking.  

·         Your persona playing well in contrast to the purposed statement of the attire and it only added to how tantalizing it made you.  Pure and innocent but dressed as a sex object, chained collar and all.  

·         The slave dancer attire meant to display and showcase all that made a woman feminine. Your soft body undressed and bare to the elements, skin so silky and lovely.  The item known as the Famous Golden Bikini doing little help cover you and protect you from wandering eyes and hands.

·         And that’s where the train of thought went off the rails!

·         Donnie’s very astute and inventive mind played a barrage of images for him of you being pawed at, touched, grabbed, pinched, and forcibly held by hands there weren’t his.

·         He watched others touch you and hold you and he watch your supple skin turn red from the abuse. All the areas that are normally covered, now exposed and bruised in the costume.

·         As he let the images roll through his mind a gradual territorial growl came seeping out of him.  

·         In no way would he allow anyone to touch you like that, now or ever! In the empty and open room he firmly stated in a growling tone, “the Princess is MINE!”.

·         In response to the images and his vocalized claims of you as HIS, crotch of his pants started to tent.

·         As you stepped into the foyer of your office building Donnie’s voice and then a very animalistic sound came out of your phone.  The night security guard gave you a suspicious side-eye glance and you waved at him as you hurriedly walked past.  

·         Once outside in the night air, you looked at your phone again to see what in the world was going on.  All you see was Donnie standing there, with your costume in hand, and a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

·         “Oh my god”, you say out loud.  Your hand flies to your mouth as you take in the size of the…situation.

·         Coming to his senses, Donnie realizes what he’s allowed to happen…the thing he keeps trying to avoid happening around you.  He looks down at the fabric of his pants, stretched and demanding reprieve.

·         “Oh, no”, he mumbles.  Panic mode initiated.

·         He looks at the time and knows that you should be on your way home now, if not walking through the door soon.  He can’t just let this go.  

·         Even if he allows it to go down on it’s own, there’s a good possibility that it will pop back up soon, especially now that he’s already allowed the thoughts in AND he’s seen the costume.

·         There’s no way he’s going to get through the night looking at you without picturing you in the outfit!  

·         He thinks about leaving, but then again, he made a bid deal about staying.  

·         How would it look for Y/N to come home to an empty apartment after he’d promised to be there waiting?

·         Panic mode reaching critical mass, self-destruction imminent.  He begins to pace.

·         “Ok, ok”, he tells himself…”calm down and think!”.  

·         You are entering the subway staircase when you hear Donnie’s voice again, he sounds upset. You put in your earbuds so that you can block out the noise around you and listen to what he’s saying.  

·         You saw him pacing and mumbling to himself, “The first step to any solution is to recognize and analyze the problem.”  “The problem one”, he says to the empty room, “you are comprehensively and thoroughly enamored and infatuated with your friend.  Solution:  Tell her how you feel”.

·         Your feet froze in mid-step down the subway stairs.  Did he just say?  Wait…who’s he talking about?  You felt a slight stab of jealousy at not knowing who he was talking about.  

·         Then you mind slipped to April’s smiling face and your heart stopped.  Your throat tightened and your spirits started sink beneath a dark wave of sadness.  He has to be referring to her.  She’s beautiful, heck, even you’re ‘enamored’ by her.  What you would give just to be like her for a day!

·         “Second problem”, Donnie continues on pacing and talking through his panic, “you are a huge mutated turtle and she’s a petite human female who would, in all probability, freak out and thoroughly reject you.  Solution:  Accept your fate and whatever friendship she would offer you.”.

·         You almost trip and tumble down the stairs when you hear him make those statements.  Your heart just breaks for him.  

·         You knew the pain of rejection and loneliness all too well.  

·         You knew you had bad enough luck as you were, human but unextraordinary, just imagine if you had to overcome a species sized gap of separation from others.  You swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked away the tears as you reached the platform landing.

·         “Problem three”, he continues on, “you are in Princess’s apartment, she will be home at any moment, and you have a raging erection.  Solution: …”. Donnie goes quiet.

·         You were standing on the subway platform about to enter the train when you saw Donatello walk to the end of you bed and sit down.  If turtles could look pale, you’d swear the boy was pale enough to faint.  

·         Was he that in shock over his love dilemma…or was that huge mass in his pants was taking all the blood?  You honestly didn’t know!

·         Donnie remembers the advice he gave Leo.  True, he’s been engaging in such activities himself to quell urges and keep this from happening; but finding the costume and indulging in these new images of Y/N really changed things up on him.  

·         He’s going to have to do it again…now.

·         Donnie audibly gulped, “Solution:  Take care of it before she gets home.”.

·         Sitting on the bed and he took a deep breath.  He couldn’t believe he was about to do this…and in your bedroom no less.  

·         Again, noting the time and that you could be walking through the door at any second, he resolved to take care of this as hastily as possible.  He was going to have to use all the naughty tricks he had stored in his mind to push passed the anxiety of the situation and to bring this to a closure quickly.

·         You found a relatively secluded seat on the subway, at least there wouldn’t be anyone standing behind you looking over your shoulder and you kept watching your phone intently.

·         You watched transfixed as his hand moved to the button of his cargo pants.  You held your breath.

·         You watched as the button unfastened and the zipper gave way to the pressure underneath and pretty much unzipped itself.  Your eyes grew wide to their maximum diameter and the breath that you had been holding came out in a verbalized, “OH. MY. GAAAWWD!”.

·         The lady sitting in front of you turned slightly to give you an annoyed glance and then returned to her newspaper.

·         You clamped your hand over your mouth lest you verbalize involuntarily again.  You couldn’t believe what you were seeing!  

·         Where does he hide that THANG normally?  GEEZUS! Look at it!  It’s enormous!  Suddenly, even though you were still very jealous of her, you felt a little sorry for April. If she ever slept with him, she wouldn’t walk right for quite a while!

·         Not only was the size visibly shocking, but the color and design of it wasn’t what you were used to seeing.  While the phone’s screen only allowed so much detail, from what you could tell it was a very dark hue, appearing nearly black ending in a flared tip that look like it would fully caress every wall at once and effectively ‘seal’ off the entrance (so to speak).

·         Thoughts of all the pleasure the surface area of that tip could create bombarded your mind and sent your pulse racing.  There would be no missing the G-Spot with that, never in a million years.  You squirmed a little in your seat as you felt the heat of your core begin to leak out and dampen your panties.

·         SHIT! Just shit!

·         Donnie watched his member spring out of his pants, more than ready to get things started. The tip glistened with precum and begged for his attention.

·         He took his large hand and stroked it over the tip, coating his palm and causing his shaft to jump in anticipation.  He lets out a moan and his head roll back slightly as his fingers closed around his cock.

·         He strokes up once hard and quick to milk more precum out for lubrication.  In doing so, his body gives a slight shudder and he closes his eyes and retreats into his head to the visuals that he knows will help this end quickly.

·         It was you, for months now, it was always you in his mind waiting for him to get home from patrol.  However, this time you were kneeled on his bed in your little slave dancer costume, all pouty from him taking so long to get home.

·         “You look so beautiful, my darling”, he says out loud and sets to rhythmically sliding his hand up and down his member.  

·         He mentally pins you to the bed, kissing your neck and lips alternating until he feels your breath has reached a fevered pitch.  When you start to squirm and whimper for more, he slides his sizable hand down your tiny side, reveling in the sharp intake of your breath, and then reaches around and unlaces the costumes bra top.

·         As he lifts the top off your aching mounds, he claims each nipple in a hungered suctioning mouth that sets you writhing beneath him.  Your hips and thighs fighting to be unpinned from between his knees so that you can envelope him and pull him closer…but he doesn’t allow it just yet.

·         Donnie’s breath is starting to hitch as his strokes become more fevered.  You can hear his breathing through the earbuds and it sounds like he’s breathing right into your ears.  Your pussy begins to ache and you can feel it swelling and lubricating, wanting to join in.  

·         Good god, you don’t know if you can keep watching this AND stay calm on this ride home, this is just wayyyyy TOO HOT.

·         Back in his mind Donnie is caressing his free hand up your exposed thigh, all the way to your exposed hip.  He angles his trail inward and discovers there aren’t any panties under this costume and he breathes out lustily, “Such a good little slave princess, you know what I like”.

·         His strokes speed up and there’s a rumbling starting to hum in earbuds of your ear.

·         You do a mental double take…did he just call someone slave princess?  The jealous side of you did a little mental ‘huff’ about someone else being called princess by Donnie and he seems to be really enjoying the mental image of ‘her’.  That nickname was supposed to be just for you…or so you thought.  Despite the mental slap-in the face, you can’t bring yourself to turn off the video feed.

·         Donnie continued to vigorously pump as he imagined the wetness that welcomed him between your legs.  He split your thighs apart with his knee right before he slide his finger across your folds and then deep inside.  He moaned out, “Baby, you feel so good…” and he ended off in gasping moan, he was getting close.

·         You had a death grip on your phone.  You can’t remember if you were breathing or holding your breath, your insides were clenched and posed for a release that wasn’t going to come for you.  

·         You wiggled in your seat trying to find any friction that you could to relieve some of the ache down there.  This felt like the longest ride home you had ever endured.

·         You listened as Donnie whimpered out and you watched his hand reach startling speed, sliding up and down, gripping the head, sliding again, rapidly repeating a well practiced dance all along his well slickened cock.

·         Donnie was in the home-stretch and so his mind took him where he wanted to go most, he positioned himself between your shaking thighs, cupping your buttocks with his free hand to lift you for alignment and slowly, carefully, lovingly, he entered you…savoring your tight wetness as inch by agonizing inch your body slowly accepted him.  YOU ACCEPTING HIM.

·         As he bottomed out and the mental you moaned out his name a literal room shaking CHURRRRRRRR vibrated out of his body.

·         In your phone you watched the camera feed become bouncy, glitchy, like the computer was unstable.  You hear a deep-low humming sound in the earbud speakers, it almost sounded like feedback.  You couldn’t quite understand where this vibrating frequency was coming from but the most alarming part was the movement you caught at the corner of the camera’s visual range.  

·         The water inside Creeper’s tank was jumping around, like the dresser was vibrating.  You watched in awe as the water danced and sloshed about…What The Actual Fuck?!

·         You were so enthralled in the activity on your phone that you nearly missed that the subway train had stopped and that the doors had opened for a stop…WAIT!...this was your stop!!!  SHIT!

·         You rush towards the closing subway doors, colliding with people as you do.  Your senses are so disoriented, your feet heavy and unstable, you mentally feel off balance.  Being pulled out of a fuck fantasy back into the real world so quickly and harshly set your senses into disarray.

·         You clumsily sprint up the exit’s staircase and into the open night air.  The fresh air felt good to your overheated skin.  You didn’t realize how physically hot you were until the cool night air washed over you.

·         You race down to the end of the block to your building and impatiently wait for the elevator to take you to the fifth floor where a sexy terrapin is currently moaning in your bedroom.

·         Inside the empty elevator you take another look at your phone, Donnie is lost in ecstasy. He’s growling, moaning, and whimpering in your earbuds.  You can sense that he’s there, if you were under him right now you would be cooing at him and coaxing him towards his finish.

·         Donnie’s mental rendezvous was reaching it’s final act.  He moved inside you, feeling you quiver and shake around his cock.  Legs locking behind his hips pulling he closer, urging him to stay as deep as possible.  He watched your chest heave from exertion and delighted at every little moan of his name you screamed.  

·         Then he felt it, the cable knotted very quickly and it SNAPPED taunt.  

·         The elevator doors slide open with a DING and you rushed forward into the hall.  You stood fighting with your keys at your apartment door…not exactly sure WHY you were rushing or WHAT you thought you might do once you got inside.  Afterall, this was Donnie, having a…  moment…thinking about some other person!

·         You couldn’t let those thoughts in at the moment.  You just knew you needed inside the apartment and NOW.

·         Feeling the cable fray and a sharp release pushing him over the edge, Donnie moaned out in utter euphoria…”FFFFFUUUCKKKKKK…”, and as his seed shot up his chest and pooled down the plates of plastron to his lower abdomen as he breathlessly said, “Y/N, my Princess, my world, fuck, I think I love you.”.

·         Inside your apartment you stood FROZEN.  

·         Did he just say my name?

·         Did he just say that he loved me?

·         You stood there….  All thought went vacant.  VOID.   Were you breathing??

·         Donnie pulled a rag from his pocket, being a machine guy, you always had to be prepared to wipe your hands off from a mess, only this time it wasn’t oil or grease that he was cleaning up and it wasn’t from off his hands.

·         You slowly regain enough of your mental capacity to shuffle forward and you stood outside your bedroom door…absolutely still…in bewilderment.

·         Donnie quickly tucked the rag away, tucked his rapidly shrinking member back in his pants, and put your costume back in the closet, all the while breathing a sigh of relief that he had accomplished his task.  He truly did feel more relaxed and calm…

·         …until he opened the bedroom door and found you standing there.

·         You lifted the phone screen to up to where he could see and Donnie’s mouth dropped open at the sight of your empty bedroom on the screen, with your bed in full view.

·         You took the earbuds out of your ears, almost on auto pilot, and weakly said, “You said my name.”.

·         He began to stammer and shake, trying to form words of ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I didn’t mean to’, but before anything coherent could leave his mouth…

·         …you launched yourself at him, pulling his tall frame down into a stoop, close enough for you to kiss.

@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl @hagelpaimon

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

Summary: Ransom has time to reflect on his relationship with you and all the things he put you and your relationship through.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW themes, slight knives out spoilers, fluff, swearing, angst.

Authors Note: This idea has sat in my brain for a few days and I thought it was a good idea so I hope i did it justice and you enjoy it. I also did leave some parts out from the movie just for the sake of storyline, some things are also not 100% accurate. enjoy :)

READERS POINT OF VIEW

TWO YEARS PRIOR

The leaves had just started to fall in Massachusetts, it was finally fall and you could break out the fall sweater and finally ransom could pull the cable knits out from the back of the closet. Ransom hid them really well in the closet before fall because knowing you, you’d find them and hoard your favorite cable knit because it always smelled like pine and all things Fall. After much convincing Ransom agreed to go to a family party at the thrombey house. “Babe” he sighed, sitting back on the bed, against the headboard in his Calvin Klien underwear, watching as you rummaged through your sweaters deciding on what to wear to the family gathering. “What?” you turned, hand on your hip watching the smirk on his face as you stood in just a pair of underwear in front of him. He held his hands out to you in a grabby hand motion as you smiled walking to him climbing in bed and straddling his waist, crossing your arms across your chest “what drysdale?” you giggled smiling as he put his hand on your hips “I want to admire this view duh..” he grinned moving your hands to cup your breasts, causing a shiver to run down your back “baby.. Your hands are cold” you tried to push his hands away from your chest as he continued to run his fingers over pebbled nipples. “Ransom..” you sighed as he quickly rolled you onto your back and hovered over you, smirking down at you “I know you can't resist me missy” he smirked kissing down your neck as you tangled your fingers in his short brunette hair that had gotten slightly messy as the seasons changed. “C’mon baby we agreed to go to the party we should probably go” you gasped as he took your nipple in his mouth smirking at the gasp circling his tongue around the nipple biting it slightly, pulling away he smirked “what was that again baby?” he chuckled watching your face as he kissed you passionately.

Arriving at the party in true ransom fashion you were almost half an hour late. “Ransom!.. Oh- (Y/N)” Ransoms mother Linda greeted you as you arrived “hello mother” he sighed, giving her a wave as he tightened his grip on your hand. You waved to Linda and gave her a smile as you entered the family room at the Thrombey estate which held, majority of the thrombey family, including ransom’s grandfather Harlen. “Fran” Ransom snarled, snapping for the housekeeper, a heavy sigh followed “Yes?” she snarled as ransom and you sat down “can you please get me a drink” He sat back, arm around your shoulder as you shook your head quickly “don’t worry Fran, I’ll get it!” you smiled at her, walking to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen Meg, Ransom’s cousin had walked in and greeted you, She was always one of the kindest Thrombeys. “I really do not understand why you date him” she sighed leaning against the counter watching as you poured two glasses of bourbon for you and Ransom. You turned to face her smiling softly “He is just a man, hard headed and ignorant, It took a lot of convincing to even get him here tonight let alone even to sit down and have a drink” you smiled at her and nodded “I’m trying to get him a little more family oriented” you smiled at her again as you walked toward the family room again “You look great meg, I hope school is going well” you nodded to her. As you entered the living room a screaming match had begun between Ransom and his uncle Walt. “You are just a selfish prick who doesn’t even know how to do anything!” Walt screamed at ransom in which ransom laughed in response “I don't know how to do anything?! How does it feel to ride daddy’s coattails! You run a publishing company that publishes like what? One book a fucking year?! Really smooth Walt real smooth!” as walt’s wife spoke up “Don’t use that language in front of our son ransom!” she pitched her hand on Walt's arm for support. “Enough!” Harlen spoke from his chair, standing in the front of the room, “You both are old enough to act better than this” he sighed shaking his head as he pointed to ransom “My office, now.” he sighed walking to the office, Ransom following like a lost puppy. The yelling continued in Harlens office, as you sat on the loft stairs waiting for ransom, it didn’t seem promising as the yelling continued. Twenty minutes later ransom stormed out of the office, coat in hand storming to his beamer, leaving you and the thrombey house in his rearview. 

A YEAR & A HALF LATER.

You sat in ransom’s home, watching the news as you did every sunday morning, it was rainy, May showers had finally rolled in. After a long eventful night in the sheets with ransom, you woke early and had a cup of coffee under a blanket when the news had a report. The news anchor sat behind the news station, it felt he was right in front of you. “Renown Author Harlen Thrombey has recently passed, News broke this morning that Mr. Thrombey had passed early into the evening” You couldn’t believe it, “RANSOM!” you stood setting your cup down on the table as you ran up to the bedroom quickly barreling in the bedroom to ransom. “Hey..” you whispered, shaking him gently as he groaned “ugh what” he groaned rolling over to face you “baby.. Your grandpa he’s gone” you whispered rubbing his arm and ransom rolled over with a mumbled “so”. 

After a few days Ransom finally agreed to head to Harlens estate to see his family, in the mourning process of his grandfather. “I know you don’t want to go babe” you sighed watching him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze “I don’t, I think this is stupid, we both know he’s dead” he snarled ripping his hand from yours. Arriving at the estate was much more of a dread than you had thought. “Hugh Drysdale?” A man in a black suit stood at the top of the steps as ransom stepped towards the house “Call me ransom it’s my middle name, only the help calls me hugh” as he pushed through the detectives you stood there, watching him walk in shaking your head slightly smiling at the detectives. “And you are?” the one asked, “I’m (Y/N), Ransom is my boyfriend” you smiled softly, shaking their hands and nodding as they took your name and progressed into the house. 

In true Thrombey fashion Ransom sat down for a total of five minutes before a screaming match had begun between the thrombey family. “You know what? Eat Shit” Ransom snarled, sliding the cookie into his mouth “Oh that's real rich Hugh” Meg snarked back as Ransom laughed “Up your ass” he sassed back to her as the both of them continued to fight you watched from the back, beside Marta. “Well how nice of you to show up on time for the will reading Hugh” walt snarked to ransom as he sat back “Son” Richard, Ransom’s father pitched in “Father”. “Why don’t you tell em Hugh, huh?! Because good ol grandpa cut you out of the will! Jacob heard everything from the bathroom” Walt pointed to Jacob, his son sitting in the chair as he looked up from his phone and whatever phony news he was reading. “I also heard ransom say.. “I’m warning you”``Jacob nodded quickly in response looking between them all. “Ransom, is that true?” Linda spoke up as ransom sighed “yep” popping the p, watching everyone in the room as they laughed “well.. Maybe this will teach you a valuable lesson and maybe have you grow up a bit” Linda sighed.

After a week of fighting and constant nagging. The family was called back to the Thrombey estate. “I just want to thank you all for being so good to me” Marta began to address the family as you stood beside ransom, rubbing his arm in support. Marta’s speech was over before it ended before the detective pulled her into the room, leaving everyone confused, until a detective came back for you and ransom. “Marta I’m so sorry” Ransom replied as the detective sat him in a seat and stood beside you. “You switched the bottles” the detective began watching the straight look on Ransom’s face and the utter surprise on yours. “Marta” he sat, rolling up his sleeve, “go ahead and tell me what you did for Mr. Thrombey” he nodded, as Marta did her routine she did every night for Harlen, he nodded “you knew what the right thing was, because you did it so many times” he nodded to her as he stood turning to ransom. “Marta knew what she was giving Harlen because she had done it so many times before, but when you didn’t show up for the funeral, you left one thing out, Fran saw you, Fran saw you switch the viles while no one was home. This was because he cut you out of the will” he nodded as Ransom huffed his chest and stood as Marta took a phone call “Thank you doctor we will be there soon” she hung up the phone looking between them. “She’s gonna make a full recovery” she nodded, smiling at them as the detective turned to ransom “I’m going to say this just to you, no cameras no courtroom, just you because you know it's true, we allowed you into our home, we let you watch our granddad, we let you into our family, and now you think you can steal from us? You think I'm not going to fight to protect what's mine?” Ransom approached Marta, hands on his hips, his nose flared as the detective started to laugh. “That is a bunch of crap and you know it” ransom rolled his eyes turning to him angrily “yeah I killed Fran, But I guess I didn’t so you get me on what? Attempted murder-” you spoke up “ransom..” you whispered watching him turn to you quickly, shaking your head biting your lip watching him turn back to the detective and Marta “Arson for the building which with a good lawyer, Which I have I’ll be out in no time” he laughed as Marta began to gag, not holding her lies very well. A confused ransom turned as Marta had puked up her beans on him, wiping her mouth she whispered “Frans dead”

You stood on the end of the thrombey staircase, watching as your boyfriend of three and a half years walked out of the house in handcuffs, You watched him confess to killing his grandfather and the housekeeper. As ransom turned back to you, you shook your head, wiping your face with your sleeve turning away from him. Getting into your vehicle before the cop cars drove off and drove off from Hugh Ransom Drysdale and the Thrombey Estate. 

PRESENT DAY.

You walked into your apartment after grabbing the mail as you looked through, in which was mostly bills but one caught your eye, Massachusetts Correctional. You bit your lip as you debated even looking at it, You didn’t know what to do, deciding against your better judgment you opened the letter. 

(Y/N), 

I wanted to write this to you, I know this is probably much  overdue.. I don’t know where to start. As I sit behind these bars I realize how terrible I was to you.. You went through this whole process and I am so sorry. I know I was a terrible person then and still am, I just want to apologize for the man I was, for closure for you, I hope you are well and I just want to apologize again.. You deserved a much MUCH better man than me. Much better than me, 

Ransom 

As you sat in your kitchen reading over ransom’s handwriting you thought back to that time in your life, when you were in love with a cable knit wearing asshole and not a criminal, You did deserve much better than him, but sometimes thinking back about that, you missed the cable knit sweater wearing asshole. Even if you did deserve better than him.

Fic Preview: Except Perhaps in Spring

Dear @formerlyir,

I’m your Secret Santa! I’ve so enjoyed getting to know you in 2020, and I look forward to many more chats and Snippets Mondays. I guess now you know why I was so cagey with you about what I was working on for the exchange! ;)

It’s been a lot of fun working on a story just for you, but December has been an eventful month for me, and in the end it got away from me a little. So here’s a taste of your story, “Except Perhaps in Spring.” I hope you have as much fun reading it as I’ve had writing it.

Happy New Year!

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As she would maintain for many years afterwards, Peggy hadn’t wanted to go to the pub in the first place.

It wasn’t that she disapproved of such amusements. She liked a stiff drink as much as the next field agent (though not, perhaps, as much as Colonel Phillips, who kept a bottle of bourbon at the back of his middle desk drawer for “medicinal purposes”).

And she appreciated that the boys from the 107th invited her along on their madcap outings—not out of a misguided sense of chivalry, or some crack-brained scheme to charm her out of her knickers, but because they genuinely enjoyed her company.

Along with their fearless leader, the three biggest troublemakers of the group were in London for one night to accept an award on behalf of the 107th. Dugan, Barnes, and Morita had been invited to accompany Steve to the award ceremony, but not to any of the PR opportunities that followed. While Steve spent his afternoon posing for pictures with various elected officials, his boys would spend theirs loitering around the SSR’s London headquarters, trying to convince Peggy to come out on the town with them that night.

Peggy was in no mood.

It had been raining in sheets all day, and her umbrella had already given out on the walk in. The cavernous underground war room was freezing: everyone was wearing scarves and gloves at their stations. 

Peggy’s office—little more than an alcove with a door, really—had sprung a leak during the night, which meant she’d arrived that morning to find a stack of finished paperwork completely drenched. Aside from shoving her desk against the wall and putting a rubbish bin under the steady drip, there wasn’t much to be done.

Thanks to some especially severe belt-tightening, there was no comfort to be had even in a hot drink: the coffee was dismal sludge, the tea in the communal bucket had been stewed to within an inch of its life, and there was, naturally, no milk or sugar to be found anywhere on the premises.

Peggy had spent most of her day hunched over her typewriter, re-typing a twelve-page report that Colonel Phillips would undoubtedly skim for two seconds before it would disappear into the SSR’s vast storehouse of files, never to be seen again.

So when the invitations started, Peggy’s polite-but-firm no, thank you was already locked and loaded, and her aim was true.

She hadn’t counted on the boys being either bored or bold enough to try their luck again as a trio, wedging themselves into her office three abreast, with Dugan as the filling in the sandwich.

“I said no, gentlemen.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard this song before,” said Dugan, grinning. 

“Me too,” chimed in Barnes. “‘Her lips said no, but her eyes said—’”

“On your bike,” said Peggy curtly.

“She’ll change her tune when we tell her who’s coming,” said Dugan. “Won’t she, boys?”

His companions gave solemn nods.

“Yep,” said Morita, drawing the word out. “She’ll come around pretty quick when she hears that we convinced him.”

Peggy glared at each of them in turn. 

“All right,” she said at last. “Who is it?”

“Me, of course,” said Howard, shoving his way in between Morita and Dugan. “See? I told you she’d be excited.”

“Thrilled,” Peggy deadpanned.

“I think she thought we meant someone else,” said Barnes.

“Someone taller,” Dugan agreed.

Howard feigned indignance. “Taller, maybe, but I can guarantee I’m a better dancer. Did you know there’s a leak in your ceiling?” he added helpfully.

“Right. All of you, out.”

The unholy barbershop quartet reluctantly took its leave.

It wasn’t the first time they’d implied that there was something between her and Steve. She didn’t appreciate them doing it in earshot of her office colleagues, though she was certain there must be talk already: Steve’s last visit to HQ had ended in a legendary bust-up between them, after she’d interrupted him with Private Lorraine, mid-embrace.

She wasn’t only angry that he’d kissed someone else. She was angry that he’d kissed a woman he barely knew, after he’d made himself out to be a different sort of man. She’d felt foolish for believing him, for liking him, when he’d told her he was waiting for the right partner.

She was angry that he’d had the nerve, afterwards, to try and brush it aside, pretending it hadn’t meant anything. If a kiss like that didn’t mean anything, how many others had there been? And how many more would there be while they were apart?

(And, though she’d never admit it, she was angry that Steve appeared to be a decent kisser.)

Then, to add insult to injury, he’d brought up Howard’s one-sided flirting—as though she had any control over the invitations and innuendo men chose to pitch at her day after day, as casually and aimlessly as they dropped their litter in the street.

If that was all it took to drive Steve into the arms of another woman, then perhaps it was best that they remained separated by the English Channel for the time being.

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Peggy applied herself to her work, ignoring any further overtures. As much as she appreciated the inclusion, she didn’t want to spend her evening sitting in a smoky pub, drinking cheap beer and bellowing herself hoarse. She wanted a warm bath and a warm bed. There was only one person she was interested in inviting to join her in either, and even if she hadn’t still been a bit cross with him, the chance of her seeing him at all on this brief visit grew more remote with every hour that passed. His itinerary included supper with Senator Brandt at his hotel, and was liable to be a late night—the senator’s aide had also arranged for a room for Steve at the hotel, presumably to avoid cutting their evening short.

She was grateful Steve would have a chance to get a decent meal and a good night’s sleep while he was in London, even if it meant she wouldn’t get to see his preposterously good-looking face in person. She knew from the dispatches that he was doing gruelling work, and that he often passed up opportunities for respite so that other men could take leave.

By six, it seemed as though the boys from the 107th had all cleared off at last, along with the rest of the office. Peggy slipped into the women’s locker room to change clothes. Transit to and from home in uniform for women was allowed, but not precisely encouraged—and the uniform had a way of making a person more approachable, which was the very last thing Peggy wanted just now. 

She quickly tidied her hair, and reapplied her lipstick and a small dab of eau de toilette, before donning her trusty navy shirtwaist dress. It was slightly threadbare at the cuffs and collar, but still serviceable, and a decent fit, even if it wasn’t as stylish as one might wish for. Peggy knew that plain outfits were a small sacrifice for such a worthy cause—but she still longed for the day when she could have a new dress every season, with features and embellishments, in colours so rich her mouth watered at the thought.

Daydreams of pleated skirts and pockets carried her all the way back to her desk, where she collected her hat and gloves, and tried to revive her sad umbrella. If her office ceiling was any indication, it was still pouring outside, but she knew better than to risk bad luck opening the thing indoors.

Just as she’d started to don her Mackintosh, she heard Barnes’s customary “shave-and-a-haircut” knock on the open door behind her.

She didn’t bother turning around. “For the last time, sod off!” She didn’t often use that kind of language in a professional setting, but if they weren’t going to accept a polite refusal, then—

“Yes, ma’am,” said a familiar voice.

She spun on her heel.

Steve was leaning against the door frame, hands in his pockets. His dress uniform jacket was tucked under his arm, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His tie had come loose, his collar unbuttoned, and his hair was mussed, tumbling boyishly over his brow. 

He looked, in short, half-undone and entirely ravishing.

All of the sensible reasons she had for keeping her distance suddenly seemed small and remote in comparison.

“Steve,” she said, unnecessarily. “Hello.”

“Hi.” The warm smile he gave her suggested that he hadn’t taken her dismissal personally, at least.

Peggy had imagined this exact scenario an embarrassing number of times: the two of them, in the office after hours, all alone. The fantasies ranged from fairly chaste (teasing, light flirting, an innocent kiss or two) to positively filthy (Steve’s hands roaming her body, his mouth open and demanding against hers).

Looking at him now, her preference was decidedly for the latter option.

Oblivious to the turn her thoughts had taken, Steve asked, “Rough day?”

“Not really, not—” Not anymore, she wanted to say, but clamped her mouth shut just in time. “I didn’t know you were coming in.”

“I’m not here—not officially. I was just gonna leave this on your desk.” 

He jiggled a small brown paper packet at her. It took her a moment to recognize it as the portion of sugar from a ration box.

“How on earth did you manage to hang onto that?”

“We’re still getting it in the K-rats. And I like to save mine for a rainy day.”

“It certainly is that,” she conceded, glancing up at the ceiling. “Are you sure you won’t miss it?”

A different sort of man, a smooth operator, would have taken the opportunity to feed her a line: not as much as I’ll miss you, or, how about you just owe me something sweet? But Steve just shrugged, and tucked the packet gently under the corner of her desk blotter.

Peggy was both touched and exasperated.

She knew that in combat, even with no experience, he could be confident, creative, and quick-thinking. He was almost certainly capable of applying that approach in other situations too. But he hadn’t—at least, not with her.

She wanted one romantic overture from him. Just one. A single, unmistakable gesture, something that couldn’t possibly be attributed to kindness or friendship or sheer accident. 

She felt she deserved at least that.

Still, he’d come halfway across town, to bring her less than an ounce of sugar that he’d probably gone hungry to save. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it counted for something.

And so she smiled, and thanked him, adding, “I’m glad I was here to accept it in person.”

“Me too.”

“I thought you had supper with the senator and his cronies.”

“I told him I had an early start tomorrow. I think he got enough of my time.” His tone made it plain that he would rather have spent his day getting shot at by HYDRA. “I told the guys they ought to ask you to come out with us tonight. I’m sorry they bothered you.”

“No, it’s fine—I mean, yes, they did, but—” Being half-in and half-out of her coat meant that instead of breezily waving his apology aside, she wound up flapping her sleeve at him, ineffectually.

Obligingly, Steve stepped closer, and held her coat up by the collar.

“Oh,” said Peggy, letting him slip the coat over her shoulders. “Thank you.”

It was a simple gesture, one any kind person would make, and Steve was nothing if not kind. There was absolutely no reason for her heart to be racing, she told herself sternly.

His hand still held her collar; she turned, drawing the circle of his arm around her shoulders, as though they were about to dance.

Up close, she could see the faint dusting of freckles across his nose, the speck of a mole on his cheek. Details that the artists who depicted Captain America always seemed to miss, slight imperfections that belonged only to Steve Rogers. She was strangely tempted to brush her fingertips over them, to prove that they were real, that he was real. 

His eyes were wide, his gaze clear blue and bottomless, and she suddenly felt in danger of drowning.

A hard pellet of water hit her cheek, making her jump.

“Don’t tell me it’s raining in here, too,” said Steve, glancing up at the ceiling with his hand outstretched.

“It’s London in March,” she observed, stepping out of the line of fire. “It’s raining everywhere.” She emphasized the point by buttoning her coat and hooking her umbrella over her arm.

“Can I walk you to the train?” His look was hopeful. 

“Actually,” she said, against her better judgement, “I think I will come for a drink, after all.”

Steve beamed. “Swell.”

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

THE MR. BUMP ARE YOU OKAY MASTERPOST

I'm making this on the same rewatch as my Mr. Tickle and Mr. Messy analysises, meaning I'm running 3 different posts at once. This is probably a horrible idea, but I really just wanna get this over with.

Season 1

Mr. Bump appears in 31 episodes of Season 1.

In 1 of these episodes he does something wrong.

Season 2

Mr. Bump appears in 25 episodes of Season 2.

In 0 of these episodes he does something wrong. Good job!

Conclusions

Well.. beyond just knowing that we were lied to and Mr. Bump isn't actually in every episode of The Mr. Men Show, Mr. Bump overall has a hilariously low score of 1%, from his one, singular crime.

SEASON 1

(By the way, No. Mr. Bump is not in every single episode of The Mr. Men Show. He's not even in the first fucking one. Flying. He's in a US exclusive segment but I'm obviously not including those.)

Music - he's there but doesn't really do anything?

Physical - wee

Farm - fucking L lmao

Lake - why is Miss Helpful so fucking stupid

Beach - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid

Booboos - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 2

Mall - HE WAS IN IT FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND AND INSTANTLY DIED

Superstore - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 3

Books - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 4

Camping - in case you needed a reminder, I hate this show.

Fish - HE DIED nevermind AND YEP HE DIED AGAIN oh fuck

Paint - why is Mr. Strong so fucking stupid and THEN HE GOT FUCKING CUBED

Construction - this is like that one drake and josh meme

Jobs - what

Hobbies - they literally did the exact same fucking segment twice in the same episode I hate this show

Fair - bonk lmao

Movies - he is SO talented

Adventure - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 5

Rainy Day - at one point i started laughing uncontrollably during this segment and i cant remember why or when

Dillydale Day - L

Chores - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 6

Snow - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 7

Food - OKAY. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. BUT HE DID BUMP INTO MISS WHOOPS AND MADE HER SPILL MUSTARD ALL OVER MR FUSSYS CAR. AND THEN PROCEEDED TO DO THE EXACT SAME THING AGAIN AND KNOCK LEMONADE ALL OVER MR. FUSSY.

Wildlife - why mr noisy takin pictures of his ass 🤨🤨🤨

Restaurants - wh

Circus - hes trying his best

Cars - i love mr. scatterbrain so much

Canned Goods - this is just Books again

Night - bonk lol

Full Moon - this segment was the longest 2 minutes of my entire life its so boring

Dark - friendly reminder that I hate this show

SEASON 2

Outer Space - oof

Airports - he is so talented

Shoes - wh

Game Shows - why is Miss Whoops so fucking stupid 8

Garages - bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

Eyeglasses - he fucking died

Toys - yeah

Reptiles - im tired

Parties - I hate this show I hate this show a lot

Sun and Moon - wee

Telephone - im so tired

Fruit - this is just books and canned goods again

Supermarket - "no thanks, i'm more of an orange man myself" you heard it here, everyone! Mr. Bump likes Mr. Tickle back :)

Skyscrapers - THIS IS LITERALLY JUST FUCKING PAINT AGAIN???????????????

Cinema - he is SO talented

Clocks - in case you forgot, I hate this show.

Post Office - this is just books and canned goods and fruit again how many times can they reuse the same fucking segment

Trees - miss scary you fucking bitch

Library - i hate this show still

Trains & Planes - yep

Lunch - agony

Fairies and Gnomes - hhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmgggggggggggg.

Home Improvement - i'm almost done. i'm almost fucking done. i'm so close.

Birds - im so tired

Bad Weather - it's the end. I'm here. wow.

no worries i took breaks (@^0^@)/ i had some things i needed to do but since my schedules a bit more packed soon i figured id relax while i could u kno? and im sad to hear u didnt get to take ur nap :c i hope getting ur stuff done felt good at least! i had some peach icecream earlier so i feel u on the wanting a snack 👀 and its hot here too! but getting better and the air conditions on so high i can wear a sweater. i overheat real easy but like wearing layers so its not a good combo! but im hydrated as HELL so i got that going at least (did u drink enough water today?)

but yeye interacting with u is a good energy boost for me too! its really fun to just get to go YEYE IM A PUP YEYE and of course u already kno i like being called cute. i actually had to take a little break when reading ur response cause i got too excited 😅. had to happy stim for a bit to just, woo get it outta my system. when i get in affectionate moods like this it can be a bit hard to process u kno? but ty for talking to me! and letting me do my thing!!! i am, very much fixated on the mental image of whatever a koala hug is. is it like wrapping around someone as much as u can? i might talk a big game but gimme enough affection and ill get real shy and just squeeze reaaaaaaaaaal close to hide my face. Ur the kinda size that makes hugs feel real good and safe so I'm glad ur starting to feel good abt that. Self confidence is a journey and I hope we all get where we wanna be❤

-puppy anon whos got an extra big long message for u cause u encouraged me so the floodgates have been OPENED, yippy pup! talkative pup! affectionate pup! BARK BARK

I’m putting this under a read more cause it got kinda long ehehe ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡

I understand, its important to take breaks when you can! I hope you don’t get too overworked if your schedule will be packed soon! I have this weird ‘relax’ time where I feel like I need to be preparing for work but also feel like I should gather my strength. So I’m always conflicted over it ૮˃̵͈᷄ \\ ა Oh! Peach ice cream sounds amazing!! I really like fruit ice cream- my favorite is pineapple popsicles! 🍍 Haha, I like wearing layers too. Even though it’s super hot here I find myself just constantly wearing a hoodie and shorts and lying in front of the fan. I really want to live somewhere a bit colder- or at least a place that has all four seasons. Here, it’s just hot hot hot rainy rainy hot maybe cool then hot again. Bleh. Yep, I drank a lot of water today. I have to because every time I go outside I melt a little bit haha (‘～`;)

Aw 🥺 that’s so so sweet that you feel that way when reading my messages. Like that makes me feel good so thank you so much. Your energy is so great, I’m just matching yours! But yeah, just do/say whatever makes you comfortable. I’m really easy-going and just want to make sure people are feeling their best. (*^▽^*) Hahaha a koala hug is like...she wraps her arms and legs around me and just hangs there. Like a piggy back ride, except she likes to hang off the front hahaha. I agree about the self confidence journey- mine has definitely been up and down and backwards haha. I’m not only tall but also chubby too so it’s like...the complete opposite of what I should be according to society ehehe ^^; Hearing things like that have helped me in that journey; just when friends compliment my size due to hugs, cuddles, or just helping them get something off the top shelf ehehehe. ( ˃̶ω˂̶ ૃ) Oh oh oh! That sounds so sweet that you get shy! I wouldn’t want you to hide your face!! It’s always super cute when someone gets all blushy and embarrassed over things like hugs and kisses and little praises (which I looove to give)~ you’re such a sweet lil pup!! ૮ ’ﻌ｀ა

Part 2 - Chapter 12 - Weather The Storm

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Welcome back, dear readers! Hope your Tuesday is going well. :) This update we're summing up the rest of the weekend and getting into the start of the green bean's and purple panda's first day in the hero course! 

Upon suggestion from XysidheQueen on the discord, I've made a linktree to all the different things like the tumblr and the discord among others like twitter. Now I don't really use twitter but if that's your preferred platform feel free to message me there! So yeah, check that out if you like! I've added the link to all the previous chapters’ notes on here as well.

Let's go!

Linktree to all the things!

End notes for the chapter are under the line.

That's the completion of the weekend! Man, Izuku's life is just so busy all the time. But there are just so many things to explore! Thoughts, feelings, etc. For him as well as the public in regards to him being a quirkless hero student. Just so much to unpack. :P But I hoped you liked it.

Gran Torino has appeared! :D Izuku isn't only a villain magnet but a hero one as well! So All Might hasn't made the connection of the shoes just yet but he will. Gran would figure it out immediately though since it is his quirk. But I feel that All Might kind of blocks Gran out at times since in canon he doesn't include him in the tally of people who know about OFA until it's plot convenient to do so leading to the internships. Btw, Izuku won't be interning with Gran in this fic 'cause one) it would make no sense and two) I have other plans. ;P

Yep, Izuku still has the recording and he's conflicted about it. Oof, hope everything works out with that...

Fun Facts About Japan:

Japan is a very rainy place. Waaaay more than I'm used to since I live in the desert of the southwest. I would keep a compact umbrella in my bag because you never knew when it was going to rain. There would be forecasts for sure but random rain was always a chance. So umbrella is kasa ( 傘 , かさ ) in Japanese. Not to be confused for casa in Spanish for house. :P Same sound, different spelling and different language. Anyway, because rain is common a lot of places like stores or places of business like banks have umbrella stands outside. Or stores or big places like malls will provide plastic sleeves to put your umbrella in to contain the rain while you shop. Sure helps prevent big puddles of water everywhere.

The rainiest season is in summer from June to July. Then August is just hot and humid. Then there's typhoon season which is from May to October but the peak is August and September. Hurricane winds and rain. Usually falling sideways. In this chapter Izuku's mental comment on sideways rain not being fun is from personal experience. :P Very much not fun. Something that umbrellas do nothing to protect you from. The kind of rain gear Iida wears does get worn by people in Japan. Usually those on bikes since holding an umbrella while biking can be difficult.

That's it for this chapter! Next update Izuku and Hitoshi meet Aizawa in the teacher's room and we have some teacher student shenanigans. Then the two newest hero course students get to meet 1-A! :D Until then, be safe and be well! And the whole typos and weirdness bit too. ;) Tah!

Best Day Ever

A/N: This was supposed to be for Virgil’s bday, couldn’t upload it until now, whoops XD

Prompt- Mistletoe

@sanderssidescelebrations

WC: 768

ships: Romantic Moxiety 

warnings: mention of abuse, food mention, depression mentions

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This is the day Patton was most looking forward to. Course there's Christmas, yes, but he's not that big on that holiday as he likes to admit. His seasonal depression is normally really bad then so he can't enjoy it as much.

However, the reason why he was most looking forward to this day is another reason for the holidays. And that is, just one year ago he had found Virgil during that rainy day in the alleyway. And he is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

It only broke his heart in how Virgil was previously treated. How abused he was... Literally, everything had scared him back then!

He's come so far so fast... Well, at first it was hard and slow but surely he started off on recovery. And once he did he really started it off, and he couldn't be more proud.

So, they've officially named the day that Patton had found him, his birthday. Since he doesn't know when he was born, he doesn't even know how old he is to be exact. But he's not getting away with not having a birthday. As long as Patton is breathing and alive his love is getting a birthday!

So here he is, cooking and wrapping up the rest of the presents. He's just glad too that he isn't stuck in bed again. God, does he hate those days so much...

The clock hit 10 am perfect. Virgil is always a late riser. He never gets up earlier than 10. He just has to set up the final touches then he's ready!

By the time he heard the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and the sound of feathers flapping he knew his love was up. Smiling Patton became giddy and he hurriedly rushed around, hoping everything was perfect. Though he couldn't tell if it was. Oh dear, he hoped he liked it-

"M-Morning, P... Patton?"

"Yes, my dear?"

He heard him stutter then he pointed above them. "W-Why is there some....uh... green herb thing on the c-ceiling... And why y-your cooking? And w-why there are presents under the tree. Is it C-Christmas?"

"Well... It's not Christmas... I'll give you a hint though. Its a special day... Today a year ago your life changed so much. And its a day I met a special someone." Patton smiled and wrapped his arms around Virgil's neck softly. His fingers rubbing his horns tips.

"U-Uh...? Um..." Virgil seemed confused until it finally clicked in. "M-My birthday!" His tail wagged along with his wing flapping happily. And Patton could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Yep! I'm so proud of how far you've come since that faithful day, my sweetie. I'm so happy and proud." Patton purred and kissed Virgil softly.

Once they broke apart Virgil was pointing on the ceiling. "U-Um... Not that I'm n-not excited or anything. B-But what's that? You've said that b-birthdays are with presents and c-cooking but... Didn't say about some g-green plant?"

"Well... That's a mistletoe. I had Logan help me before he had to go to work. It's not a birthday thing rather a Christmas tradition. Every time somebody steps underneath it its tradition to kiss somebody below it! And I put it at the kitchen entrance so you have to kiss me every time you enter the kitchen!" Patton giggled and hugged his boyfriend tighter.

"P-Patton, you didn't have to do that! I would've kissed you anyway." Before Patton could even start to blush he was kissed on the lips. And the nearly blind male was practically beaming ear to ear at the soft and gentle kiss. He adored this so much.

"I got you presents too. I know it's close to Christmas, but I really wanted to get you something. I hope you like it."

"I-I already like it, my love. Everything is a-already perfect." Patton could tell he was smiling, and that only made him happier.

Zoe barked from beside them and they both giggled. "What you want, Zoe? You want a piece of bacon?"

The dog barked again. Patton chuckled and shook his head, "She's been on my butt since I've brought out the bacon. I guess I better give her some..."

Virgil chuckled and nods too, "Y-Yeah, you better before she takes it off the plates. Just for another t-thank you." He quickly turned Patton around, causing the small one to squeak, and kissed him softly. Before letting go and getting the coffee that Patton had already made for him as Patton was getting the bacon for Zoe.

Yep, the best day of his life.

Day 16 Christmas Makeover

A/n: Its day 16 of  “A Very Merry Christmas with the MHA Characters.” Enjoy and Happy Holidays

Uploaded: 12/16/2020

Word Count: 0.7k

Ochako x Reader  (Best Friends)

It was a cold rainy day in the city and you were stuck in the house with your roommate and best friend Ochako. Ever since UA you and Ochako had been really close and decided to move in together. The both of you had planned to spend the whole day shopping and enjoy the winter season. But due to the rain and being stuck in the house with your best friend something was bound to happen.

You were on the sofa watching tv and eating snacks and Ochako in her room laying down trying to figure out what she could do to kill the boredom. You get up and make your way to Ochako room. You knocked on the door that led to her room “Hey Ochako can i come in?” “Sure y/n.” You opened the door and jumped on the bed right next to her making her fall off the bed. “Heyy-” you peeked over the bed looking down at Ochako smiling “Are you ok”  She rolled her eyes and started laughing. “Why do you always do this to me” getting up rubbing her bottom “You would think you’ll be use to it but i guess not” you giggled Ochako was looking at her reflection in the mirror playing with her hair, “ I got an idea what we could do today” you sat up on the bed facing her “What is it?” “Remember how you said you wanted to dye your hair and we brought all the tools for it but we never did it…” You quirk up an eyebrow at where she was going with this “If you're implying a christmas makeover im down, it's also a great time to do it since we’re stuck in the house.”

You got up off the bed moving to the bathroom closet getting all the things to dye your hair. You decided to dye your hair f/c because why not. Out of you and Ochako you were the one that always do different things like get piercing, dye your hair and tattoos, the only thing that Ochako has is her second eye hole piercing, you tried to convince her to get another one but she refused too. Sitting on the counter as Ochako read the instructions on the box. You had already prep your hair by putting it into different sections to apply the product. “So we’re dying the roots too?” “yep whole head f/c.”placing a towel around your neck “Alright then” Ochako starts to apply the product to your hair, sending chills down your spine from how cold it is on your scalp.

After Ochako put the product in your hair and let it sit for a while you got up and washed it out. You put your head under the sink faucet running cool water through your hair, “Hey Ochaka help me out here!” Ochaka came in the bathroom running the water on the back of your head “Ummm what was the color you were going for again” her words were laced with concern and a bit of fear in it.  You lean up a little squeezing the water from your hair “What do you mean it’s supposed to be f/c?” you yelped words laced with fear. You wanted it to be a bright f/c “Well it’s f/c just not the same color you were going for” she said backing away, you slowly raised your head to look in the mirror, heart racing to see your results.

Looking in the mirror you busted out laughing with joy. “Ummm are you okay y/n?” Ochaka asked peeking in the bathroom “It’s not what i wanted but i still like it, you made it seem terrible, like i would hate it.” You pulled out your flat iron and plugged it up “ I actually wanted to try this color but not this soon” giggling. Ochaka had a confused look on her face from your reaction. “So you're fine with it, you’re not mad that it came out different” “ Yep it’s fine i actually like it its growing on me” you say curling your hair with the flat iron

After curling your hair you turn to Ochaka who was sitting on the toilet watching you curl your hair. You unplugged the iron and grabbed the scissors and pointed to Ochaka “Now let’s do something with your hair” you said with a smile too big for Ochaka's liking. You spend the rest of the day chasing Ochaka through the apartment with scissors screaming “Just a little piece” “ NO, your crazy”

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i was tagged by @itsme-imhere thanks for this :))

rules: bold everything that applies to you and tag five people you’d like to get to know better.  

appearance:

i’m over 5’5” (I’m 5′7″, close to 5′8″ - this sistem is so confusing) // i wear glasses or contacts (i should but i haven’t done the exams yet)  // i have blonde hair //  i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (actually it deppends on my mood, I enjoy both but lately I’ve been a fan of more tight clothing - and less too, is so freaking hot in this freaking country) // i have one or more piercings   // i have at least one tattoo  // i have blue eyes  // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces (four years of pain, three years of freedom)  // i sunburn easily  // i have freckles  // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup  // i don’t often smile (I’m more serious when needed, in public, when I’m concentrated, but if I have a good relashionship wuth you I’ll be a less serious goof) // i am pleased with how i look (uhh, it deppends) // i prefer nike to adidas  // i wear baseball hats backwards (my hair is curly - I’m black with native and a bit of european descendence -, I usually use black power - i don’t know is the term is right, but that’s how we say it in Brasil, so no)

hobbies & talents

i play a sport (like, any sport, i love sports, and i should go back into playing soccer)  // i can play an instrument (accustic guitar) // i am artistic (art in general, photography, literature, music) // i know more than one language (brazilian portuguese is my first language, english can be considered my second, I can understand a lot of spanish and italian, and I'm into french and latim latetly)  // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition (school competitons, a medal on Muay Thai and i’ve graduated multiple times in Capoeira)  // i can cook or bake without a recipe (not a lot of foods, but enough) // i know how to swim  // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to t.v shows (yes, but my main focus is the story telling, so it’ll depend on it) // i can execute a perfect somersault (thanks to, mainly, Muay Thai) // i enjoy singing (wich does not mean that i can sing well) // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year (well, I’m nearly finishing the third book out of seven - it is Sherlock Holmes) // i enjoy spending time with friends (surprisingly, specially to me, i do have friends, and a lot of them live in a different state so we’ve been playing and sending love to each other on a weekly basis) // i travel during school or work breaks  // i can do a handstand (I’ve been out of physical practice but yes)

relationships

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year (...my entire life) // i have a crush (... I don’t think so) // i have a best friend i have known for ten years (we’re not friends anymore :/) // my parents are together  // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted  // my crush has confessed to me (happened once, but I did not know how to react and was confused, so I’ve rejected him) // i have had a long-distance relationship  // i am an only child  // i give advice to my friends (pretty neat and awesome advice if you ask me) // i have made an online friend (oh, multiple idiots that i love) // i met up with someone i have met online (I will)

aesthetic

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell  // i have watched the sunrise  // i enjoy rainy days  // i have slept under the stars  // i meditate outside (I can’t stay long without being out, in touch with nature, it balances me) // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach (I never have been in one) // i know what snow tastes like (I live in a tropical country and never left my state, so, saddly, no) // i listen to music to fall asleep (rarelly) // i enjoy thunderstorms (I don’t enjoy them that much, it is kinda scary, but beatiful to watch) // i enjoy cloud watching (I wish that I could do so more frequently, but I live in a place without big, open spaces) // i have attended a bonfire (once, for Festa Junina, aka São João, the BEST date, the absolute best party ever) // i pay close attention to colors (I’ve never thought about it) // i find mystery in the ocean (I’ll only get close to large bodys of water when I finally learn how to swim) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season (I prefer winter)

misc.

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (not a freaking chance) // i am the mom friend (yep, that’s me, the only one with a rational brain that can tell stupid shit will finish in bad situations and overcare) // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies (nem sei o que é) // i am involved in extracurricular activities (if the activities I propose to myself count, then yes, I quite enjoy learning new things and developing projects alone) // i enjoy mexican food (I have never had mexican food before) // i can drive a stick-shift (I haven’t started to studie to get my license yet, but I believe so) // i believe in true love (I think I do, yes, at least) // i make up scenarios to fall asleep (oh please, I make up scenarios in any situation, I’m an anxious overthinker that porbably has adhd) // i sing in the shower (I can’t  shower without music, even if I’m not listening to the song, I’ll sing one that reflects my feelings or that is in my head) // i wish i lived in a video game (nah, I’m good here) // i have a canopy above my bed (not yet, but I plan doing) // i am multiracial  (I guess I can say so, I’m not very educated on racial descendence and bellonging matters) // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs (I only had a dog, that died when I was very young, maybe before my five years of life :/ I really want to adopt one now) // i have a cat (I’ve had like, at least seven cats at this point. In the moment I have one black cat, pretty petty, his name is Fumaça - it’s a refference t an old cartoon that my godmother used to watch as a kid)

tagging @its-really-all-about-perspective @bettylove @gayzor-el-primary

All My Sins - Chapter 12

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: Castiel goes out for a walk to clear his mind. If he would have known what awaits him in the foggy mist, he would have never stepped out of his doors...things are getting bloody.

Warnings: angst, kinda strong violence, torture, blood...have I said violence?

Words: about 1900

A/N: Welcome to chapter 12! *hides* I hope that you won't hate me after reading this one...well, the suffering continues, I guess? XD I kinda hate how much I enjoy writing such chapters...kinda. But well, here you go. Have fun! XD I'm so inspired right now, it's almost creepy. Yep, watching horror movies and listening to Marilyn Manson and gothic metal/rock inspires me A LOT! :D

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Anyway, I hope you will like it! Enjoy! <3

It is cold outside. Cas shivers, and rubs his arms with a quick gesture. He doesn't really know where to go. All he knows is that he needs to think about some serious things...immediately. He needs to clear his chaotic mind a little. Maybe I should take a walk through the woods...they're beautiful this season. He nods, lightly, but then he decides that this wouldn't be the best thing to do right now. No. It would take too much time...I will just head for the small park in town. Then I will make my way home, and go for a small supply run on the way back. It's around 5pm and it's already getting dark outside...how is this even possible? He begins to walk down the street. The leafs at the trees, that are lining the street, are already turning into autumn colours. It's strangely beautiful. It's scary how something that is dying can be that wonderful... He has to think of Dean's words. How the other told him how much he enjoys seeing the life fading within a creatures eyes...how much he hates that he loves it. Castiel swallows. I need to get that demonic part out of him As soon as possible. There is fog crawling down the street, becoming thicker and thicker. Wow. It's really that time of the year again I miss the sun. A few cars drive by, fastly. The air smells fresh and heavy. Rainy. Cas breathes in, deeply, filling his lungs until they almost seem to explode. Damn, that feels good. The priest walks around the next block of houses. He can already see the 'town's park'. It is just a small amount of trees with a rather big area of grass in between. A small pond is placed right in the middle of it, looking lonely and pretty dirty. Cas steps closer until he can take a brief look in the pond, watching his blurry reflection on the water's surface. His face seems pale in the odd light of the cloudy day, just his blue eyes are shining like two stars, making a big contrast to his black hair. He smiles. "I am powerful," he whispers, quietly, tilting his head while following the movement, that gets reflected in the water, with his eyes. I am powerful. Suddenly, he feels someone breathing down his neck. Again. His heart skips a beat, and he stops moving. He closes his eyes for a moment, then he turns around, quickly. He gasps. "Meg! What are you doing here?! You almost scared me to death," Cas stutters, crossing his arms, nervously. She just looks at him, seriously. Her eyes are dark, and her expression is unreadable. "Clarence," she confirms. "...yeah?" "What are you doing out here all on you own? So damn vulnerable, don't you think?" She cocks her head a little, her gaze is going up and down on his body. It is making him hella uncomfortable. "You know what? You're right. I should go. See ya, Meg," the priest bursts out, fastly, already trying to walk past her. But he stops, as she grabs his wrist, firmly. "Where are you going, Clarence?" she purrs, pulling him closer. "Home. Away from you. I don't care," he hisses, trying to avoid any contact between their bodies in despair, "Let me go." His heart is already beating faster. When did she got so strong? What does she want from me? Her smile is cold as ice, her grip strong as steal. "I don't think so," she hums, placing one hand in his hair, gripping it tight. And as Castiel looks her in the eyes, he can watch them go pitch black within a few seconds. No...this...this can't be... "Meg," he rasps, panic is raging in his chest as he tries to fight her hold. "No, honey. You broke my heart. Now you will have to pay. You...you and your whore of a boyfriend, you won't make it! I will take care of that. Of you. You're his weakness, Clarence. Without you, he's just another dumbass without any anchor, going straight to hell." She laughs, licking over his cheek, even though Cas makes a face in disgust. "Stop it. You - you can't do that. Meg! I - " he stutters, trying to get free once again. But her grip just gets firmer, her hand in his hair feels like she placed buring spikes there, ready to rip his whole head off. Castiel can feel his sight getting blurry, as blood is running from the top of his head over his face, warm and...no! "Let's see what Dean - o will say if I help his precious little angel to get rid of his wings, huh? If I rip the skin of his broken, bleeding body? Oh, I bet he would love it!" How does she know - She laughs, coldly, and suddenly, there is a sharp pain pulsing through his body, starting right at his head. He can't help but cry out. "Who shall save you, Clarence. We're all on our own," she scoffs, pushing him away from her body, roughly. He trips backwards, and suddenly, there is nothing under his feet, but...water. The pond! Cas doesn't even get to think one clear though before he falls right into the dirty pond. It's cold as ice, making his limbs ache and then go numb, immediately. His hands are longing for something to hold on in despair, his eyes are wide open but he sees nothing. I...help...I... Then, there is a strong hand grabbing him by his coat, pulling him out of the water. He coughs, breathing in, heavily. I need...air... Everything hurts as he struggles to get up to his feet again, just to gets pushed to the ground, brutally. "Poor, weak, human Cas..." Meg's scoffing voice rings in his ears, hurtfully. He tries to get somehow away from her, crawling over the grass, shaking. I...I feel like I can't move. But she just grips him by his shoulders, turning him around, so that he lies on his back. Before he can get up, she already sits on his chest, her fingers are like long, sharp claws, running over his throat. He clutches his fingers around her arms, pushing her away, but she is just too strong. No! This - Her eyes are all black as she leans forth, bringing her face closer to his. He closes his eyes, and suddenly, there is a sharp pain in his chest, making him cry out. It feels like she carves something into his skin, ripping the fabric of his clothes apart. Castiel screams, trying to get her off his body, but the pain just gets bigger and bigger, until the priest feels like he is going to pass out. Doesn't anybody hear me?! Please! I need help! Dean - And in this moment, the pain stops. Suddenly. He breathes in sharply, blinking. Castiel struggles to see clear again. There can be screams heard in near distance. A high female voice. A familiar voice. Meg. She is fighting with somebody. "Fuck you, Winchester!" she shouts, roughly, followed by something that sounds like someone being pushed to the ground with much force. Winchester. Dean! But... Castiel sits up, slowly, wincing at the pain that pulses through his body as he moves. He looks down on himself, quickly. Oh no. Besides the fact that his clothes are soaking wet and he is freezing, Meg decided to rip his trechcoat apart - just as his shirt - to...carve some strange symbols into his skin. Right now he can't say much about what they look like. There is way too much blood dripping from the cuts, running down his chest, over his clothes... He swallows, trying not to gasp. As his gaze goes up, he can't help but stare. What he sees makes his heart almost stop. Dean is here. He is really here. He stands in front of Meg, wiping some blood from his face. His facial expression is the darkest thing that Cas has ever seen. Wild. Demonic. His eyes are flashing black as he storms into Meg's direction, trying to get the knife that she holds between her fingers. They're fighting for a couple of heartbeats, Castiel winces at every single hit. Dean fights like a lion. It's inhuman how much strength he has. Both of them. But well. They are not human, are they? Dean finally got the knife, and grips it, firmly. He smiles, coldly. "You - " Meg hisses, but her words end in an inhuman scream as the metal blade carves deep into the skin of her abdomen. "I told you to get your fucking hands off my boyfriend, Meg. You didn't listen to me, now he have to live with the consequences," Dean says, his voice is dark and dangerous. Castiel inhales, sharply. "Dean..." he manages to say, but the word just comes out as a little whisper. He decides to try again. "Dean!" The other recognizes him, immediately. The young man turns around, and before he can do anything against it or Cas can try to warn him, Meg kicks him right in the face. Dean cries out and stumbles backwards. The other demon gets to her feet, heavily. There is blood dripping from her abdomen, and she covers it with her hands, quickly. "I...this...this isn't over yet!" she screams, and then, she just runs away, leaving a bloddy line behind her on the grass. Dean tries to grab her foot, but she is way too fast for him to catch her, even though she is hurt. "Such a...bitch!" Dean growls in anger, getting to his feet again. His whole body is shaking, his fists are balled. There is blood on his clothes. Oh, so much blood... Castiel watches him closing his eyes, and inhaling, deeply. It's like he forces himself to calm down. After he made it, he opens his eyes, slowly. They're green now. Forest green. Dean's green, green eyes... His facial expression softens as well as he looks at Cas, already running over to him. "Cas!" The priest winces slightly as Dean hugs him, passionately. Ouch. That's hurts. The other immediately notices, and pulls away, slowly. "Sorry..." he mutters,"I knew that she would go after you again! I just knew it! Are...are you alright?" He strokes Cas' cheek, gently. The priest nods. "I am. Well...kinda. Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" His voice is raspy, his throat hurts. Dean shrugs: "I have to admit that I followed you like a creep, and I'm so fucking glad that I decided to do that. I just saved you ass, honey. " "Yeah...I can see that. And thank you, but...you can't be out here, Dean! What if - " As if he has called for it, there are some flashing lights flickering in the distance, followed by a loud noise. "What? The neighbours called the fucking police? Now?  Too late, guys!" Dean yells in frustration, running a bloody hand through his hair, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cas, hurry up. We need to go. Now." The priest nods, pulling himself up on the other's body. He immediately kinda collapses into Dean's arms, shaking. "S - sorry," he bursts out, making a face in pain. His chest feels like it is covered in needles. Needles that carve into his skin with every move he makes... "No need to apologise. C'mon. We have to run." And they do.

( A/N: Next chapter on October 4, 2019 <3 )

That was chapter twelve! Thank you so much for reading, and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

Tag lists are open!

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"All My Sins" Tags: @emodestielshipper @emumag @waywardtricksterangel @didntwanderstillgotlost @angel-e-v-a @burnigontheceiling @too-old-for-fangirling-but-idc

Updates! Get yer updates here! New stories coming, a response to criticism, and more!

Hello friends! Thanksgiving week is upon us at long last, and the semester is winding down (omg, PRAISE!), so Ye Writer thought it was high past time I update y’all as to where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to!

First and foremost, we’ve got some new stories coming this week! Yep, time to get the Mazeverse fired up again after a too long hiatus, and we’ll kick things off with the start of the 2019 Holiday Trilogy featuring our heroes and heroines! I had so much fun writing those stories last year, that there was no way I was going to pass up on it this time around. Be on the lookout for the Thanksgiving story on...well, Thanksgiving Day!

Keep in mind, and I’ll be adding this to the author’s notes, that these stories will be taking place ahead of where we are in Maze of Moments Book Two, so there will be slightly spoiler-ish things popping up here and there that I won’t be getting into detail on over at the main story for quite some time. Still, I’ll be doing it in such a way - I hope - that it’ll whet your appetites and not give away too much.

Speaking of author’s notes, I got some interesting feedback on the most recent chapter of Maze Two, “Secrets,” last month.

WARNING! IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THAT CHAPTER YET, SKIP THIS NEXT PART!

So, Sheri reveals to Clay that she had been sexually assaulted while in juvenile detention. I got some feedback calling me out and accusing me of clickbait and that it was a disgusting tactic on my part. This was NEVER my intention. Indeed, it is a detail that was a part of the Season Two finale as part of a larger montage in the courtroom as Bryce’s trial was wrapping up. A few of you commented as to whether or not I had planned to address this in any way in my stories, and I chose to make it part of the narrative to flesh out Sheri’s character further. I am in no way attempting to bait my readers or to "take the easy way out”  as I was accused of doing. Further, this keeps my story in continuity as much as possible with the show itself, which is important to me - even though it has really become AU now owing to the events of Season Three and what I’ve already written. So, to the reader(s) who was offended by this, I’m sorry that you took it that way, it was never my intention for that, and I hope things are cleared up between my response to your comment and now here as well.

Moving on.

So the last month was a busy one for Ye Writer! Classes, creating a new class for the spring, committee work, fraternity stuff, and then trying to have a life outside of the university! Needless to say, Maze was put on the backburner for a little bit. But in what downtime I did have, I’ve been kicking around new ideas and scenes to write, and I really think you’re going to like what I’ll have coming up. A couple of 13RW characters I’ve never used in Maze before are about to appear!

Plus, with winter break just around the corner, Maze galore is coming! Yay!! I miss the Mazeverse!!

Finally, the ever lovely and dear friend of mine @platonic-ideation​ tagged me in the following: “You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to, so put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs!” (I’m gonna skip the tag ten people part though lol!). So, here we go!

1. Rainy Day - 10,000 Maniacs

2. Treacherous Doctor - Wallows

3. Save the Last Dance - The Drifters

4. Sunflower - Post Malone and Swae Lee

5. True Colors - Phil Collins

6. Walk Me Home - P!nk

7. We Wait and We Wonder - Phil Collins

8. Only Friend - Wallows

9. She’s a Rainbow - The Rolling Stones

10. The 59th Street Bridge Song - Simon and Garfunkel

So, there we have it! Be on the lookout for “We Gather Together” over at AO3 on Thursday! See you then!

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PHONE

What is the last game you played on your phone? 1010. As far as I know it’s the game that has stayed the longest on my phone.

What kind of phone do you have? iPhone 8.

Do you have it in a case? Yep. I managed to destroy my old Otterbox case, so I just had it replace with a simple, clear one. I tend to break expensive stuff whether I mean to or not, so my parents absolutely never let me get away with a caseless phone haha.

Do you have a screen protector? Also yes. I have all the things that could possibly protect my phone, because I can be super clumsy with my stuff.

Who is the last person you messaged? Gabie.

What’s the last app you downloaded? I haven’t downloaded anything new in a while but I think it was Google Sheets, which I needed so I can edit spreadsheets while on the go.

Who is the first contact in your phone? Gab, but only because I put an ‘Aa’ before her name lmao. The actual first contact is Alex, a friend from high school.

Do you give people personalized ringtones? Only Gab, so that I know if she’s the one texting or calling.

What percentage is your phone battery? Right now it’s attttt 42%.

Does your screen have any cracks? Yup. Like I said, I managed to slowly destroy my old phone case so when that broke, my tempered glass stopped being as protected as before and eventually that cracked, and my actual screen got cracks as well.

LOOKS

What color is your hair? Black.

How tall are you? My 5′1″/5′2″ ass barely counts as tall.

Are you happy with the way you look right now? I’ve been feeling a lot more confident and cute these days because I recently cut my hair a lot shorter and also got bangs, and it turns out the look suits me! So yeah I’m pretty happy.

Describe your outfit: I’ve been stuck at home in the last three weeks so my ‘outfits’ just revolve around the old t-shirts and shorts I have.

What makeup products are you wearing, if any? No makeup.

What tattoos or piercings do you have? I have my earlobes pierced, and that’s it.

How would you describe your skin tone? A bit tan.

Are your nails painted? Never are.

What color eyes do you have? Really dark brown / almost black.

What is your favorite physical feature about yourself? At the moment I really like my bangs, haha.

OUTSIDE

Why were you last outside? Ugh man, I haven’t been outside in literal weeks. I think the last reason was to go to an optometrist to figure out what’s wrong with my left eye. I also had late lunch out with my dad, and it was the last day everyone got to be out because that evening the government announced the suspension of classes until April.

What’s the last outdoors concert you went to? Coldplay, three years ago. The concert was outdoors, we watched it from a parking lot so that we had a better view.

Do you own a tent? It’s not my own tent but we have a family tent, yeah.

What’s the weather like today? It’s summer so it’s a lot warmer, but fortunately I’m not sweating too much right now.

Do you have distinctive seasons where you live? Nope, we only have sunny and rainy lol.

What is your favorite kind of tree? I don’t have a favorite.

Are you allergic to any plants? None that I know of.

Did you play any outdoor sports in school? Mmm no. I played track and table tennis, which you can play indoors.

When’s the last time you got rained on? Friday. I was relaxing at our rooftop when it started drizzling a bit, so I had to go back inside for a few minutes.

Do you go to parks frequently? I would if we actually had a single park here.

FACEBOOK

Do you have your full birth name on there? All but one name. I took out my middle name so I wouldn’t be giving too much away.

Describe your profile picture: It’s a promotional photo as part of our org’s recruitment campaign to invite students to apply for the org. Idk about other countries but org culture is a pretty big deal here and we’ll pull out all the stops to recruit new members; DP blasts are one staple of it.

What’s the last notification you got? I think it was someone reacting to a meme I shared.

Do you ever upload videos? Never. I never upload anything of my own, unless I’m changing my profile picture.

How many friends do you have? Not so sure but it’s in the 600s.

Who is the last person you added? It was someone from high school who migrated to the US. I sent her a friend request like, 5000 months ago lmaoooooo and she only accepted it a couple of days ago. I don’t even remember the time I added her anymore, and I was surprised when I got a notification saying we’re friends on Facebook now.

Do you use Messenger a lot? Yeah it’s the unofficial default chat app here; everyone is on it.

What is the last thing you posted/shared? It’s a cute doodle of two onions wearing hanbok and greeting each other ‘onionhaseyo’ HAHAHAHA

According to your Facebook memories, what did you post last year? It didn’t give me a memory for today.

What groups are you in? Too many – like I said, Facebook is insanely popular here and is used a lot, by everyone, for everything. I’m part of private groups for several of my classes, I’m in a group for my org, and our org also has a group that includes the alumni, and I’m in several interest groups with people sharing photos/videos of their dogs, their lunch for today, etc.

FOOD

What’s the last thing you ate? I’m about to eat instant yakisoba. I’m just waiting for the noodles to be softened by the hot water.

How about drank? Just water. I don’t really drink anything else at home.

Do you have plans for dinner tonight? Nope. I still don’t know which parent is cooking tonight, and what they’ll be making.

Do you have any food allergies? [continued from a few hours earlier, because I managed to fall asleep in the middle of this survey hahaha] Nope. I’d be so disappointed if I turned out allergic to a certain food, because I looooove eating.

Are you on a diet? I am not.

What’s the last fast food place you went to? I think it was Bonchon. My dad and I went there to pick up lunch a few Sundays ago, because he and my mom were both too lazy to cook.

What foreign cuisines do you enjoy? My all-time favorite is Indian, but I also enjoy Middle Eastern, Korean, and Thai. I’d say Japanese but tbh the only thing I really like from their cuisine is sashimi, sushi, and katsu.

What is your least favorite fruit? All of them. I’m also biased against honeydew, but this is more of an influence from BoJack Horseman than anything haha. I love that show :’(

How many meals have you had today, so far? Two. For the entire break so far my family has been eating late breakfast, completely skip lunch, and get together again for dinner.

What side dishes do you love? I don’t really notice them enough to have a favorite, but I do like the shaved cabbage from Yabu.

Druck season 3, episode 1 reaction

WE DID IT, KIDS. When Druck’s first season aired, I knew shortly after Matteo’s introduction that I could not wait for his season. But with that came a lot of apprehension that we would ever get Matteo’s season - Druck S1 got less attention than some of the other remakes, and for a long time, the fandom didn’t know if the show would get a S2, let alone S3. Months went by with no official news of when the show would return. Many people thought the show had been quietly cancelled. 

And then, finally, Mia’s season was announced. Ratings and subscribers grew substantially. Druck trended frequently on YouTube and Tumblr. Then finally, we got confirmation that S3 was in the works. So here we are, and to put it politely, my ass is on fire. 

Episode 1

Clip 1 - Matteo’s miserable night

Party time! This opening is pointedly sexual, with the music (”You’re turning me on”) and the dancing, with the closeups of boobs and butts and writhing bodies. Sara gets freaky with a banana. The presence of sex makes sense to highlight Matteo’s alienation, as we see him sitting on the couch, not participating. He’s disengaged from the flirtation and seduction, this isn’t something he wants to be a part of.

Is the guy dancing with Hans the turtleneck dude, or is that someone else? PLOT TWIST: he was never Matteo’s love interest, despite fan theories. He was Hans’ love interest all along!

Matteo gets up, trying to escape this scene that makes him uncomfortable. But Sara pulls him into a dance (much like she’s going to be playing the role of Emma this season, pulling Matteo back into an attempt at a straight relationship). They kiss, and he’s soooo not into it, hugging her and staring over her shoulder into space like she’s his great-aunt who smells like mothballs and he can’t wait to get the fuck out of this family reunion.

He escapes into the bathroom where the boy squad is smoking weed. Carlos showing the boys a sex position on his phone. I’m sure Matteo loves hearing about that. He’s getting high as the boys debate the mechanics of this man-woman sex position. The proper response, honestly.

Oh my God, Carlos just called Kiki a catheter. He meant cathetus. I don’t think you’re ready to integrate catheters into your sex life, dude. 

Matteo looks dead. I know he’s getting high, but this kid looks fucking deceased. Someone revive him already.

When he realizes he has three calls from Kiki, Carlos pulls up Jonas and Abdi, saying they’re going to go hook up with girls. An activity that I’m sure Matteo wants to participate in. Matteo lingers behind. He just seems so wiped. He looks at himself in the mirror and it’s as if he’s disappointed in what he sees.  (The way it’s shot makes his mirror image divided down the middle, like he’s a fractured person.) I’ve seen some later episodes by this point and Matteo seems like he’s really struggling with anxiety, like he just needs to escape sometimes, it all gets overwhelming.

The girl Jonas is dancing with kinda reminds me of Sonja (similar-ish haircut).

HOLY FUCK DID MATTEO JUST PUT THE WEED IN AMIRA’S BACKPACK???? Matteo, that is TOTALLY the worst an Isak has been about this, planting weed on on a person rather than a vase. I guess he assumes a Muslim girl in hijab seems like an unlikely candidate to have drugs, but ... dude. Asshole move. And I wouldn’t trust the authorities not to search the Muslim girl’s belongings for discriminatory reasons, anyway, which would have made it even worse.

Photoshop Markus is at this party and Matteo tells the cops Markus is the renter, LMAO GOD. Matteo is just snaking all over the place tonight. The cops tell everyone to turn the music down, which is pretty reasonable and not nearly as bad as them telling people to break up the party. Or maybe I’m just old. Carlos salutes as the cops leave, heh.

Amira just walks out with her backpack … and the weed. Lol, she might’ve just left because the cops showed up and she figured better to bail now, not wanting to get in trouble, or because she had a curfew or something, but part of me wants to believe she knew Matteo stuck weed in her backpack and she’s walking out to make him suffer. In that case: he deserves it, make him suffer.

Mia wasn’t at the party. I guess she and Alexander were making their own fun, but her presence is missed.

Clip 2 - Survival camp

Matteo’s new room is already a little messy, with beer bottles and remnants of the party. He wakes up and checks his phone, he’s got a Bible verse from mom. One that sounds normal and non-threatening enough, not like it’s about sin and hellfire, but you know. All religious texts are probably loaded coming from Matteo’s mom.

Matteo rolls over and Jonas is conked out in bed next to him. Oh nooooo, my heart. Matteo watches him and then reaches out and slooooowly lowers his hand to lightly touch Jonas’ curls, closing his eyes a little. GODDAMMIT.

If he doesn’t do this to Gereven at some point, touch his hair without having to be secretive about it, then I’m suing Druck.

You can tell Matteo is indulging in this fantasy that Jonas is his boyfriend and he’s waking up next to him, and the fantasy is broken when he looks down and sees that Jonas has a phone number with a little heart written on his arm. A girl. Jonas will never be his boyfriend.

Although I almost don’t think this is specifically about Matteo pining over Jonas - I think there’s definitely some lingering feelings, enough to be disappointed that Jonas might have a girl, but I also think it’s just the wish that Matteo can have this experience with a guy at all, he can wake up next to a boy who’s not just a friend, who he can touch and show affection to. 

The fantasy is further interrupted when Hans walks in (the dreamy music cuts off) and Matteo rolls on his back like he’s totally not staring wistfully at Jonas. Hans throws himself on the bed between them in a perfect face plant, lmao. 

Hans asks Matteo to buy rolls, saying Mia would’ve done that. Hans, if you are expecting Matteo to be a Mia substitute, you are setting yourself up for disappointment. I don’t think Matteo will lovingly wipe your vomit off the tub. (I mean. Maybe when he falls in love and is in just that good of a mood.)

Jonas asks why Hans is in Matteo’s bed, and Hans says he could ask Jonas the same question (DAMN) but Jonas is like … I’ve waited for you. He and Hans stare into each other’s eyes. Lmao, the way their gaze holds without comment or them breaking it off. I’m sure Matteo just loves seeing them “flirt.” But I don’t think the fantasy of Jonas in his bed involves Hans, sorry Hans. Matteo gets up to buy rolls, just to get away from the JoHans lovefest, I guess.

Linn comes in and says she wants to make pancakes but doesn’t know where the pans are, and she doesn’t know how to make pancakes either. Everyone in this flat is screwed without Mia. But Jonas offers to make pancakes, so all is saved! Matteo grumpily leaves Jonas, Hans, and Linn to take a selfie of their “survival camp” to send to Mia, showing they’re totally making it on their own. They look so perky, heh. They won’t be so perky when Jonas leaves and takes his pancake-making skills with him.

Matteo steps outside and gets a text from Sara about whether he slept well. I feel bad for Sara. She’s not just the Emma equivalent, she’s a character we’ve seen in the past who has been entertaining and likable. I don’t want to see her either make Emma’s mistakes like outing Matteo OR get her heart broken by him.

 Hans throws Matteo’s wallet out of the window, beaning him in the head, which is truly the perfect gif.

Clip 3 - Will you surrender?

Matteo goes into school on a rainy Monday morning. We start with some passionate straight kissing in the foreground, coupled with a pic and text from Sara, just to show the kind of shit Matteo is dealing with. A heterosexual assault from all angles. 

He meets up with the boy squad. Jonas is looking to get with Linn’s friend, who is “Emma Watson but blonde.” Sucks for Matteo to hear yet more girl talk, and girl talk from Jonas specifically. The heterosexuality strikes from another corner.

Adding another unwanted conversation topic, Abdi asks about the weed. Matteo seems like he wants to get the hell out of there, so he bails and goes up to Hanna and Sam, asking where Amira is. She’s out sick, so solving the weed dilemma will have to wait another day.

Hanna glances over at Jonas, who finally seems to have snapped out of his S2 funk as he talks about his new girl … does Hanna know yet Jonas has a new flame? Or is she just suspicious?

Man, I keep saying it, but Matteo seems like he’s sleepwalking through life, like this kid is just. Legit depressed. He has no energy for anything. Not even to fake being OK.

Continuity snarl: Matteo puts up his hood as he rounds the corner after leaving the girls, but it’s down a moment later.

The music is kicking in and there’s still almost a minute of clip left, is Matteo going to like … literally run into Beanie Boy/Gereven?

YEP

Well, they didn’t do a rom-com Meet Cute collide into each other or anything, but they passed each other in the hallway! In slow motion!

The big moment: Matteo and Gereven are coming at each other from different sides (like different ~walks of life? ooooo). They lock eyes and then look back at each other once after they’ve passed.

The scene goes into slow motion as soon as Matteo lifts his head and sees Beanie Boy. Matteo is just ambling his way to class and meandering through life, but when he sees that guy, that’s when he starts to feel present in the world, like it’s not just around him but including him. And then Gereven comes into focus as they pass each other.

I adore the music choice for this moment. It’s beautiful, and the lyrics are so lovely. “Will you surrender?” when we see Gereven and Matteo looking at each other, because Matteo’s seeing the boy who will make him give in and stop hiding who he truly is, who will make him surrender to love. And I suspect the same is true for Gereven, that Matteo will make him surrender as will, let go of his fears. 

So I reaaaaally don’t think Beanie Boy was trying to get Matteo’s attention like Even was. There’s nothing about it that suggests so. My prediction is that Beanie Boy, like Matteo was trying to keep his head down and get through life, and they just happened to walk by each other. I mean, Matteo’s just walking down a school hallway, it’s not like Beanie Boy parked his ass deliberately somewhere so Matteo could see him, he couldn’t predict Matteo was going to walk down that hallway at that particular time. I feel like Beanie Boy is very much like Matteo in that he’s lonely and an outsider. He’s not trying to attract attention, he’s not seen smiling or laughing at someone at the beginning. Our first glance at Even was his brightness. Our first glimpse of Gereven (from Matteo’s POV, not the brief moment of him last season which is more of an Easter egg, really) has him in dark clothes, headphones on. I feel like he and Matteo are just checked out of life. And I think that’ll be an interesting take on Even, not so much that Beanie Boy has Even’s confidence and swagger in drawing Matteo to him, but that Matteo and Gereven are both outsiders and recognize their loneliness in each other.

That’s what really makes me love this scene. It’s just a mundane occurrence. Two boys walking by each other. Something that happens all the time. Something that Matteo no doubt does every day, walk by other boys whose faces don’t register. But this time, there’s ... something. Physical attraction? Sure, that’s part of it. But even more I think it’s a sense of connection, something inexplicable that draws them to look back at each other even when the moment should have ended. A gut feeling that this person is also lost, that he would understand. 

Clip 4 - Everyone’s favorite reluctant friendship begins

It’s the first remake to focus on the teacher’s nipples! Matteo is staring at them instead of listening to her talk about their exams. 

Amira comes in and Matteo just gets up from where he was sitting and sits next to her while the teacher is talking. Lol, is that allowed? Is this a study session or something?

Amira coolly ignores Matteo even when he tries to get her attention. Eventually she says she found his weed and how fucked up it was for him to do that, she could have gotten in trouble. A bit of a change because Sana was upset that Isak almost fucked over Eva, causing a demonstration of Sana’s loyalty to her friends. With Amira, it was personal, a risk to herself. Matteo acts shitty too, he’s just like come on, it wasn’t personal, it wasn’t a big deal. Dude! If you want your weed back, that’s not the best course of action. You need to grovel.

The teacher calls on Matteo and Jonas shoots him an entertained look, like ha ha, you got in trouble. Or probably, more ha ha, check out our teacher’s nips. Nice display of Jonas going for that hetero bro bonding that Matteo would love to avoid.

LMAO, when Matteo asks for the week back and Amira says, “What will I get for it?” Matteo is like “IDK, blowjob?” THIS KID. His mind went to that, huh. Remember Even was all “yeah, we had to suck dicks” without two minutes of meeting Isak? And then later Eskild told Isak that talking about sucking dick when you meet someone is a sign someone’s gay? Yeah. 

Amira says she’ll give the weed back if Matteo and his boys join the abi-prank committee. Didn’t they do that last season? The copies of the boobs and butts and Jonas’ dick, didn’t that count as the prank?

The teacher makes them study partners. So far, she’s not a racist, at least? Anyway, Amira and Matteo look positively thrilled to be paired together; meanwhile Jonas is flirting with his seat partner. Oh, maybe that’s what the Look was about. Matteo continues to be pelted with heterosexuality like rotten fruits and vegetables.

Clip 5 - Matteo gets a prom date

Matteo and Sara sit on opposite sides of the bed, texting their friends, on their phones. LMAO, sounds about right, tbh. Truly scorching chemistry. Nah, it’s very Isak and Eskild.

The boys’ group chat has Jonas saying he’s getting laid on Friday. That rotten hetero produce comes in the form of eggplant emojis. Matteo sure loves hearing about Jonas banging chicks!  He’s like, yeah, I’m totally having sex with a girl as well.

Sara asks his opinion about a dress. Subtle (“subtle”) hint about the prom? Yes, as it turns out. But she suddenly leans over and kisses him after he’s like yeah, that looks nice. He looks as excited as you’d expect. He was actually staring into space before she did that.

Sara gets a text, Matteo wants to know what they’re talking about, and there’s some “flirting” until Sara caves and tells him that Leonie likes the new guy from their PE class. GEE I WONDER WHO THAT COULD BE. Matteo offers to investigate for her. Yeah, I’ll bet he’s gonna enjoy that more than he knows. He’s going to become one of the Hardy Boys.

Sara somewhat nervously asks if they should go to prom together, and when Matteo is agrees, she asks whether they’re a thing. It makes me sad how clearly vulnerable she is right now, like she really likes him and is hoping to say yes, but she isn’t sure. Matteo says they’re a thing. Not conveying how utterly miserable this must make him, but not exactly jumping for joy, either. Like Isak tried hard to impress Emma, he could turn on the charm, but Matteo is just sleepy about it.

Sara kisses Matteo again, but before they go further, he asks if she wants to watch a movie with him. Smart move.

I’m sure Matteo will end up going to prom with Gereven. Sara and Leonie can go together? Realizing their love for each other at last. Or just as friends. (But preferably girlfriends.)

Clip 6 - Make a wish

Matteo goes to the abi-prank meeting, looking like he gives nary a fuck. Amira shoots him a nod and he gives her a “what more do you want from me” look. The girls are at the meeting, the rest of the boy squad is not, obviously. I see Photoshop Markus but not Beanie Boy.

All the girls are looking beautiful by the way. Look at Amira, she’s radiant!

Kiki literally goes Fight Club on this meeting. I have to say, if you asked me which Druck character would be a member of Fight Club, it would be Kiki. Her clumsy nervousness is a total front for bloodlust.

Matteo is being rude as hell just taking out his phone while Kiki is talking. The boys text why they aren’t there: Jonas has a date, Kiki is still mad at Carlos (dude, that’s why you need to come, it’s a way to get back on her good side) and Abdi just forgot.

They suggest a flash mob. Lmao, good luck getting Matteo to dance. Or they suggest just randomly hugging teachers. That could get all kinds of awkward, judging by the last teacher we saw with the power nipples. I’m just imagining some short kid going for a hug and getting their face mashed into the teacher’s areola.

Photosohp Markus has a suggestion. I love this dude, sorry. He loves hugging! He wants to practice with Kiki. Kiki realizes in an instant why the hugging prank might not be the best idea. But she’s like, we can group bond instead. Kiki wants everyone to hold hands and Matteo just peaces the fuck out. This prank meeting is pretty depressing, honestly. Way more so than kosegruppa. Kosegruppa might have been uncool or whatever but I got the sense the people involved enjoyed it. This meeting was just excruciating, and barely anyone is there. Look at that tiny circle.

Oh shit! As Matteo exits the room, Beanie Boy is going into it, and Matteo stops him. No, don’t go in there, it’s dangerous! Or actually it just sucks and they’re doing a trust circle where they hold hands. Beanie Boy obviously does not want to hold hands in that room, since Matteo is out here and not in there.

Aww, I love that Matteo has a slight smile? Just the tiniest when he talks to Beanie. Beanie is kinda doing the talking with his eyes, he’s definitely considering Matteo.

Shit, it’s Matteo who offers weed! Matteo is the one being the initiator! The bolder one. I love the idea of maybe having a shyer Even, like it does drastically change their dynamic, but I’m fine with that as long as the show does a thorough job of adapting their interactions, not just a cut and paste. Beanie Boy is the new kid and probably didn’t expect someone to make overtures of friendship (or more…).

And I love Matteo doing this when we’ve seen him sleepwalking through his interactions with Sara and … everyone else, kinda. He’s actually found some courage. Like he could have just let Beanie Boy go off and do his own thing, there was no real reason to offer a joint once he’d warned him off the meeting. But he somehow just felt the need to keep talking to this dude.

Holy fuck, MATTEO putting the joint behind his ear. This role reversal is so much fun already. And it’s even more amusing if you think that this is how some of Evak played out from Even’s POV? We thought Even was this charming, suave, mysterious dude when he stuck that joint behind his ear, because we were in Isak’s POV and Even was some handsome stranger. Later we realize what a huge dork Even is and that he was super desperate to get Isak’s attention and had been pining since the first day of school. So this is like how Even actually was - we know Matteo is a big dork and not a suave dude, but maybe that’s how he comes across in Beanie Boy’s eyes. 

HIS NAME IS DAVID. A perfectly excellent name, tbh. I was worried they were going to call him something like Daniel or Noah, names that already exist in the Skam universe, which would be confusing as hell when those Noorhelm seasons are concurrently airing. “I can’t believe that thing Noah just did in this clip.” Uhhhh which Noah are you talking about, untagged post? Or God forbid, another Lucas, although David’s actor is named Lukas so I figured we would dodge that bullet.

Although it does occur to me that we have do have a David, the Skam France director, soooo … fuck.

I want to make a disclaimer: as fandom knows, David is played by a trans actor. There’s no guarantee that this character will be trans yet, but I think it’s unlikely that they won’t bring it up. The nature of this show seems like they’ll incorporate it into the story rather than let the opportunity pass to talk about trans issues, and I know that trans Druck fans campaigning for a trans Even had a ton to do with this decision, so I believe their input would weigh on the story itself beyond the casting. So I’m going to make speculation and comments with the assumption that David is trans and how that will affect the plot. There are things in this conversation that are potentially relevant to that, for instance. I don’t want to overstep, but I also don’t want to ignore moments of possible foreshadowing or pieces that might be relevant to his characterization.

So for instance, I don’t know if they have replaced Even being bipolar with David being trans. To be clear, NOT because being trans is a mental illness but more as an area of societal marginalization that the character has to deal with, that might be hidden from the other characters and the audience. We don’t know when we will learn that David is trans; while I write this we’re several episodes in, but I don’t know if we’ll learn three clips from now or three episodes from now. I don’t know if David will be trans and bipolar, or just one of the two. I don’t know if the reveal will end up being casual and non-dramatic, or if it will be a big thing like the end of episode 8. I have some guesses about where the story might go, but I’m keeping in mind that there’s a new element that none of the Evak seasons have tackled before, and that may cause big changes to the story. 

Matteo asks David about being new so close to Abi, and David says he killed someone and had to go into hiding. That could be a reference to his dead name. I don’t know if that term is the same in German, but seems like a possible hint. He does say he killed his parents, but that’s after Matteo asks if he had stress with them, so he’s just riffing off what Matteo said. Or just the fact that when Matteo asks about him being new, David wants to know why - maybe he’s wondering if Matteo knows something or heard a rumor. 

Isak asking about Even transferring in his final year got cut off because Emma showed up. Here Matteo just kinda accepts David’s joke and doesn’t question him further.

Matteo is super into him, of course. Look at that body language, he’s all angled toward David. David, too. Tarjei and Henrik had masterful body language so this is very promising.

David points out an eyelash on Matteo’s face and you fucking KNOW later in the season he probably won’t ask, he’ll just brush it off himself. Matteo is like, can I make a wish now? JFC, Matteo is flirting so much, he is intensely looking at David when he says that. Honestly, it’s really exciting to see this dynamic kinda flipped, mixing and matching Isak and Even elements between Matteo and David. David says it was just an eyelash. Maybe he’ll be more of the realist rather than the romantic? God, if Matteo is the more romantic one, I will lose my mind (in a good way).

David does ask what Matteo’s wish would have been, and Matteo is like, IDK, go on holiday or something. David says he knows the feeling and Matteo asks where he would go. Matteo would get in a car and just drive away. David says to go directly to Detroit. David, I’m fond of you already but unless your car turns into a submarine that is not gonna work.

David has been pretty chill so far, but he perks up and smiles when mentioning Detroit at the very end, so Matteo gets hit with the ray of charm. That’s when the music kicks in, too, because Matteo has seen David smile. No turning back now. I presume we are going to be hearing music from Detroit artists this season?

LMAO, I was like oh, Sara’s not there at the meeting so she can’t interrupt their moment, and yet SOMEHOW she managed to anyway. And she kisses Matteo so David knows Matteo has a girlfriend right off the bat. David takes this as his cue to exit.

Why was Sara there, anyway? Did she show up late for the Abi prank meeting? Didn’t she just do a big prank where she photocopied her boobs for the school to see? Or did she just know that’s where Matteo was headed tonight and she waited around for him?

For Matteo, Sara’s arrival cuts into this charged moment with David. With David, it’s a little less intense than Isak finding out about Sonja? Because he’s only shared a few minutes now with Matteo instead of stalking him for a week and then spending hours at his house, although obviously he could be crushing on him for a while already. Though personally I think they might eliminate that part of the story. Anyway, this is like … a spark of hope getting extinguished REALLY early and it makes me wonder how the rest of this story is gonna go. Matteo is the one with the girlfriend, the “obstacle.” Is he going to run hot and cold, go back to Sara after getting with David? 

Matteo looks sad as David goes, obviously. Making it worse is that of course that’s the dude Leonie likes. Matteo takes a drag of the joint before replying that he thinks it’s somebody else. Well, David was someone somebody else liked (ahem), so I guess that does make him somebody else. But clearly David is going to be so much more to Matteo than just “dude Leonie likes.”

Anyway, I love how quiet and down to earth that scene was, how it wasn’t instant smiles and conversational bliss but a little rough, testing each other out. And I think it’s good that Matteo seems to be more proactive around David, because they both seem kinda like chill stoner/emo kids, and two sleepy guys is not going to be that exciting of a dynamic, honestly. Matteo being the instigator gives the story a fresh take, and the contrast between Matteo with David and Matteo with everyone else is really, really important. We can already see that David is the person, the one who makes Matteo slip into a different mode of his being, one that’s happier and more comfortable. The one who makes him wake up.

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Jonas says he’s better about the Hanna situation than he was before. We’ll see how long that lasts. I hope his S2 attitude leaves a trace this season, like it was such a big deal and had an affect on Matteo feeling adrift from his best friend, so it should play a role in their relationship.

Abdi refuses to get on Instagram, which is convenient for the show’s social media content creators, lol.

As explained in the texts, a pipe broke in the apartment, so Mia, Hans, and Linn had to move out, and Linn found them a new apartment but one with an extra room, so they needed another roommate fast. Mia suggested Matteo as she heard through the grapevine that he wanted to move out. It’s pretty sad because he was looking to leave, so we can assume things are very bad at home. At least it didn’t escalate to him sleeping in a basement.

I’m glad they found a way to move Matteo into the apartment neatly and quickly with the small gap between S2 and S3. I think Matteo living on his own is a pretty big contributor to his feelings of isolation and instability, and assuming Hans plays a similar role as Eskild with his “guru” advice, it helps a lot if they’re living under the same roof. However, it does create a different setup for the two, though, because Hans didn’t “rescue” Matteo like Eskild did with Isak. Living with Hans will give them more opportunities to bond than living apart would, but Hans didn’t nurture and shelter Matteo to the degree that Eskild did for Isak. Hans is like a new acquaintance, and it will take more effort to build them to a point where Matteo feels like he can trust Hans and go to him for advice. Unless it’s solely like “well, he’s the only other gay guy I know” which would be understandable but a bit underwhelming. Hans has a depressing family life, as shown in S2, with relatives who don’t accept his personality, to the point where he adopts a “straighter” persona to interact with them, and it would be amazing to bring in his background to the Pride clip.

LET’S GET SOME MIA/MATTEO CONVERSATIONS ABOUT SEXUALITY GOING, TOO. They made Mia bi but many people think they could’ve done a better job of addressing it, so this is their chance! Don’t just sleep on it by following the OG story structure - make use of those changes.

The only non-confirmed LGBT person in the flat is Linn and you know, they could remedy that this season.

Linn apparently took care of a lot of the move, so that’s progress for her, she got something done for once, lol. 

With the other girls, Hanna and Mia are furtive about why they don’t think it’s serious between Matteo and Sara. I love them for keep their mouths shut about his sexuality.

Seeing Matteo flirt with Sara and make plans to go to the movies with her has me yelling like I’m in the movie theater for a horror film. DON’T GO UPSTAIRS! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!

There are pictures of Matteo and Amira looking smiley and happy because The Incident happens, heh. Matteo looks like he was having a decent time earlier in the evening and then descended into sadness and fatigue. And, you know, getting drunk and high.

Sara posts a pic with Leonie being like #theonewhounderstandsme and if that isn’t screaming for a Sara/Leonie endgame...

Linn super loves flamingos. 

Kiki and Carlos fight because he was in the bathtub getting high and ignoring her texts.

Mia is absent a lot because she’s hanging with Alex, that’s why she missed the housewarming party. The girls miss her. Come back soon, Mia! Don’t just disappear because Noora went to London!

We got a sappy chat between Mia and Alex to remind us that they’re around, at least. Alex misses Mia even though she’s sitting across from him. I guess they’re in their little couple bubble now.

Matteo checks in with Amira and asks if she’s feeling better or still sick, and Amira’s answers make me suspect she knows exactly what bullshit Matteo pulled on Saturday.

When Matteo invited Sara to study at his place on Thursday, I found myself wishing that maybe Hans could save the day and just be so intrusive and annoying that he drove Sara away without Matteo having to make out with Sara or blow her off rudely or whatever. Alas.

I’m laughing how Markus is “Photoshop Markus” even in the group chat. No one else appears to have a nickname, just him.

Leonie and Sara chat; Leonie has her eye on Gereven and Sara is trying to figure out where she and Matteo stand as a couple. I’m really fond of them and I hope they don’t become Emma and Sonja, honestly. Again, just ... nip those relationships in the bud. Let them go to prom with each other, not the boys. Even if they aren’t together romantically, they seem to be the most important people in each other’s lives.

Matteo zips his lips when Jonas asks if he banged Sara, which conveniently doesn’t mean he has to say no. A very Isak technique.

Mia wasn’t in this episode at all, which is strange when she, you know, lives with Matteo and goes to school with him and we saw all the other girls. In-universe the explanation is that she’s with Alexander, but I wonder if they were filming parts of S2 at the same time, maybe? Reshoots? And that’s why we haven’t seen either Mia or Alexander, because the actors were busy. The other explanation is just that Mia is not here because Noora was not there, and Druck felt the need to follow that story. I’d find that really disappointing. 

This is a really promising start to the season, and I already love the tone. It has a very down-to-earth, painfully vulnerable feel. Matteo’s misery is palpable in basically every scene, except the ones with David, where we get glimpses of his better self. I can sense this kid’s internal struggle all the time. There’s also pining and longing in the simplest moments, from Matteo brushing Jonas’ hair while he’s sleeping, to that one look in the hallway with David causing a spark, to the way they look at each other while smoking, David pointing out the eyelash on Matteo’s cheek. It’s quiet, raw, and real. And that is exactly the atmosphere I want from a S3 remake.

I’m not German so feel free to correct me on translations or cultural notes.

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