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fill-me-with-your-memes-daddy · 3 years

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Watching the Rise of the Titans movie and I'll be documenting all of my thoughts/reactions here. [Spoiler Warning]

So instead of reblogging every new update, I'm just going to have this post up on my phone as I watch and type my reactions in a bullet list format.

Nari's human disguise is so cute. As someone who does have a cottagecore aesthetic, I want to cosplay her so bad

Are Skrael and/or Belroc non-binary coded? Regardless, I'm also obsessed and I want to fuck Skrael and be Belroc.

STEVE CARING ABOUT JIM BEING HURT YESSSS!!! My god his redemption has probably been one of the greatest there is because he doesn't just suddenly go from being a bully to a completely good person. You can see the gradual shift in learning better throughout the shows which is awesome.

IN NEW YOOOOOOORRRRRRRK!!!!!! CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

The mugshot montage reminded me of season 1 of trollhunters when toby and Jim were arrested at the museum.

STRICKLER PUT A RING ON IT??? HE'S THE ONLY DILF IVE EVER ACTUALLY AGREED WAS HOT WYM I CAN'T HAVE HIM??? well I'm still really happy about his arc over the series probably one of my favorite character growths.

Eli my guy got his growth spurt!!! As an 18 year old who is still 5'0", I'm happy but envious for him

So I went into this movie without watching any trailers or promo, but I doubt anything could have prepared me for the existence of mpreg. In fact, I wasn't going to document my reactions until I saw that.

NAMURA!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!! I CAN STILL THIRST FOR YOU WITHOUT GUILT

The coach teacher just called the kids zoomers so I have to dock one point from my final rating just because of that. Unforgivable

Those husky animation models suck lmao

Oh fuck the titans got power ranger zords!!

God why did they include the mpreg??? This movie would have been perfect without it.... After that plot point being revisited only one time I'm already beyond done with it

Like it's bringing me back to the v*ltron days where they're was a suspiciously high amount of klance omegaverse and mpreg fics and art created and it physically hurts because Steve and Keith's voice actor is the same person meaning this is especially cursed to me since I was unfortunately in the v*ltron fandom and remember all of that

But like on another note, how old are these characters again??? I haven't checked any wikis because of spoilers but is Steve an adult??? I know aja might be technically a lot older than 18 because alien but is whatever age she is equivalent to an adult as far as emotionally and physically in Akaridion development??? IS THIS A TEEN (M)PREGNANCY IN A KIDS SHOW????

Like bruh I saw a singular post on here before going into the movie that was like "rott spoilers without context" and there was a pregnant belly but I was absolutely not expecting the actual context of it. I'll find the post after I finish and edit this post to tag the creator right here: @makoden

This entire post is just gonna be me ranting about mpreg huh

Anyway I love the whole roundtable allusion to the legends of king arthur (not the toa version but the one he's based off)

THERE'S 3 TO 5 BABIES????? I need to take a break bruh this is just too much

Alright I've taken a 30 minute break got some food and did some things i love (decompressed by tactile stimming with some owl plushies and watched some videos on my favorite owl, Garu. He lives in Japan with his owner and is a domesticated eagle owl who basically just acts like a sky cat. If anyone else needs some eye bleach, here is their YouTube channel)

Blinky and ARRRGHHH!!! saying their "if one of us doesn't make it" talk my god one of them is going to die I can see it and I will be utterly crushed. Jim can't lose another father figure and Toby can't lose his wingman again I will riot if this happens

On a similar but unrelated to the movie note, can we just talk about how toa started with Jim having 0 dads and (if strickler and blinky live to the end) will end with 2 dads? Like I just really feel happy for him that he has two dads who actually figured out how to put the past behind them to not have any infighting between them so that both of them are healthy father figures. Jim has already been through literal hell and back losing his actual humanity in the process so if he loses one of them, I'm going to be really pissed because at this point, this is just Jim torture porn. Y'all know how as SpongeBob SquarePants went on, the show just became Squidward torture porn? It's starting to feel that way for toa and I really hope they cut the shit by the ending

Jlaire is such a good ship but like I feel like it's too perfect they never disagree with each other

YESSSSSSS Someone finally doesn't treat toby like a fat waste of space who messes stuff up!!! I think out of all the characters that would have been most deserving of a rewrite, it's Toby. Sometimes I just feel he's only comic relief and any heartfelt moments he's had in the series was also born of stupidity (ie his flour baby project being unharmed was seen by him as divine intervention from his parents but was actually just Eli and Steve behind the scenes).

Ohhhhh yesssssss Archie's father!!! I was hoping I'd see him again because we got so little of him last

Ooooooooooh Asian trollmarket!!!!!

Oh never mind slavery trollmarket

Bruh titanic camelot

I feel like we're not seeing enough of the villains because I completely forgot about the power ranger zord things

NAMORA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LAST CRUSHHHH

STRICKLER NO NOT YOU TOO PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR ON THIS SHOW DIED WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF EACH OTHER

THAT WHOLE ASS RANT I WROTE IS COMING TRUE FUCK THIS MOVIE THIS SERIES IS JUST JIM TORTURE PORN

WAIT JIM'S SPERM DONOR INFO?

Oh thank God I don't want to know anything about that person

For the record, I call that man Jim's sperm donor because he has no business being called a father to him. All he did was donate some swimmers to the creation of him and give him abandonment issues

Oh another blind troll elder???? This fucker is just if vendel was a bad guy

Bruh I was grieving

PACIFIC RIM WITH GUN ROBOT VEX AND THE BELROCZORD? I've never seen that movie but I know the reference

Bruh Blinky doesn't read horoscopes? Does he realize conspiracy theories are just the manly version of horoscopes?

NO DON'T KILL VEX STOP KO-ING FOUND FAMILY MEMBERS

Oh thank God he's okay

NO NOT ARCHIE AND CHARLEMAGNE OH MY GOD

oh never mind they're just gonna coup de tat I believe in them :))

But I want to see him again

But I'm glad to see vex

Yay they're in arcadia!

But yeah I wondered why the trolls and Merlin didn't keep the whole "daylight doesn't hurt trolls" feature from the eternal night but now Guillermo del Toro I see you were playing the long con in that just to kill my girl Namora :(((

Oooooh I love the animation of the Narizord over Chihuahua!! It looks very good and realistic (if only they could have put some of that into those huskies from before smh)

Bruh the character designs of the arcane order are so good I want to be them

Nari making sure the Skraelzord doesn't crush the bus

DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Bruh I'm just glad we finally have an answer on why arcadia had everything going on as opposed to literally anywhere else!! I always found that as a weird coincidence for plot convince.

BRUH WERE BACK TO THE MPREG IM SO JEALOUS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MY LOVELIES.

Oh that's real convenient that the ninth configuration meant all of them. Way to not decide which character gets more attention. Though it probably was a smart way to not have any infighting in the fandom between each character's stan group.

Bruh I just realized where is Barbera did they just ditch her on the Camelot ship???

And where are the other trolls that migrated at the end of trollhunters s3? They said something about new jersey but obviously Jim and the other main characters got on Camelot instead.... This feels like a plot hole

And we never learned the process of how changelings are made and bonded to humans and stuff. We just know it's super painful but I'm curious ffs!!!!

THE DONT THINK BECOME HERO SPEECH ALL SAID TOGETHER!!!

BRUH THEY REALLY HAD TO SHOW HIM GIVING BIRTH??????? WAS THAT AN ABSOLUTE MUST??????

Plus the main audience for this series is little children (the rating for the movie is literally TV-Y7) so even though my adult ass is not in the target audience, I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD MPREG AND ANAL BIRTH WOULD BE AN IMPORTANT THING TO 7 YEAR OLDS???? THIS IS A LITERAL FETISH HIDDEN IN KIDS CONTENT ITS ELSAGATE ALL OVER AGAIN Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭😭

Though it's probably hypocritical of me to think fetishes don't belong in kids tv when I've openly admitted to thirsting for strickler and namora

HUZZAH

NEW AMULET WAZ GOOD????

STAB THAT BITCH JIM

WAIT NO I SAID STAB NOT GET STABBED

Alright good job just missed the directions at first but you fixed it

SEVEN KIDS?????????

T O B Y ????????????

W A I T NO

N O

IS HE ACTUALLY

OH MY GOD THERE'S HOPE

NO THERE ISN'T

F U C K THIS SHIT THEY REALLY JUST HAD HIM TO BE BULLIED THEN KILLED

Y'ALL IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS NEVER HAPPENS

I NEVER ACTUALLY GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER MEDIA THAT I CRY IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE AT THE END OF VOLTRON BUT AHHHHHHHH

W A I T

HE'S GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK?????

HOLD UP THEY'RE JUST GONNA BRING ALL THOSE DEAD PEOPLE BACK??????

WAIT IS HE

BLINKY CALLED HIM A SON

HOLD ON IS THIS GOING TO BE A CLIFFHANGER???????????

BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CAN'T END THE SERIES WITHOUT CLIFFHANGERS like there's always an open ending

TROLLHUNTER TOBY????? You know what forget the whole rants I had on how toby was written they just redeemed it all

And that's all! I'd rate it a 6.5/10 because it's definitely the weakest of all the sequels but still had amazing animation and some good plot points. It's just really hard to look over the bad stuff enough to rate it any higher.

#tales of arcadia #rise of the titans #trollhunters #rott #rise of the titans spoilers #rott spoilers #toa #3 below #athena's own original post!#jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years

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It’s a Grey Area

Chapter 4

A/N: Basically a lot of fixing what was done in the last movie. Since Disney yeeted canon out the door, I’m yeeting their version to the void. Uhh. A lot of swears. Not much else. For the dress I imagined the first one listed here

Gif from @lowndsiercs and the photo from one @huliabitch

At about 5pm that evening, Blix was getting ready for her date with Poe. She had just gotten her makeup done when she heard a knock on her door. She looked at it confused for a moment, and then looked over at the clock to confirm the time, 5:03pm. ‘Who could that be?’

She answered the door, with just her head poking out, and Poe stood there. “Hey, sorry. I know we said 6 but I was hoping to catch you before you started cooking?”

“No, I haven’t started. What’s up?” She replied as she looked toward her kitchen.

“Good. Finish getting ready. I want to take you somewhere,” Poe offered with a big smile.

“Okay, um. Give me like… 5 minutes?” She requested as she tried to think of what else she needed to do.

He nodded his head, and she quickly shut the door again. She threw on her shoes, a pair of pink pumps to go with the dress she wore. She quickly checked her makeup again, spritzed on some perfume, and then grabbed her purse making sure she had her ID badge, some credits, and her communicator.

She looked in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself with her hair down and makeup on. She didn’t usually get too fancied up for work and it has been a long time since she had been on a date. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and then walked back over to the door, stepping out this time.

Poe turned to her when she stepped out and his eyes went wide, his mouth agape. “Whoa. You… you look beautiful. Is this what you’ve been hiding from me all this time?” He asked in awe, his eyes roving up and down.

She smiled and took in his attire as well. He wore his new dark brown leather jacket, over a white shirt with a slight v-neck, and black jeans tucked into boots.

“You clean up quite nicely yourself, Commander,” She complimented biting her lip. “So, where are we going for this date then?”

He held out his arm for her to take, and when she does, he leads her out to the flight deck. He led her not to the Falcon, but to his X-wing. He started to climb the ladder up to the cockpit, stopped a few steps up and turned to her, and held his hand out to her.

“C’mon. I’m taking you off base,” He stated with a charming grin.

She hesitantly took his hand and followed after him. He sat down and adjusted the seat and himself, for a moment before motioning for her to get in. She raised an eyebrow at him and slowly stepped in, and then took her seat, which meant her being pressed against his chest, half on his lap and half in the seat.

“Poe. These were not meant for two people and for a reason,” She informed as she tried to adjust herself to sit comfortably and not harm him in the process.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes, just settle down. We will be alright,” He assured her with a laugh as he fired the X-wing up, his arms working around her. “Besides, I owe you after the catastrophe that was your first mission.”

“Oh? You mean when a bounty hunter tried to nab us? Or when we were shot at by a unit of stormtroopers? Or chased down by a squadron of TIE Fighters? You mean that catastrophe? Completely forgot about it,” She teased as the X-Wing began to lift.

He shushed her, placing his hand on her mouth, pressing a small kiss to her cheek. “Shush it. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, Miss Kenobi.”

She crinkled her nose at him but did as he suggested. She settled against his chest and enjoyed the view. Ajon Kloss was full of beautiful jungles and rivers and admiring them from above was breathtaking. About 10 minutes later they were landing in a small field near one of the few towns that inhabited Ajon Kloss. As the cockpit door opened and they stepped onto the wing of the ship, she made a face as she realized something.

“How exactly do you expect me to get down, or back up here, in a dress and high-heels, Poe?” She asked looking from him to the ground.

He hopped down and held his arms out, stating, “Just lower yourself slowly, I’ll steady you and make sure you won’t fall.”

She gave him a doubtful look, gently sitting down and lowering herself into his waiting arms. She stumbled slightly as she finally touched the ground, but Poe was there keeping her balanced.

“You good?” He asked her once she was steady.

She nodded her head, and he took her hand into his, before strolling toward the town. There were many vendors lining the streets, selling their wares and she looked at everything in awe.

After about 15 minutes in which they had barely made 20ft into the town, she sheepishly smiled at Poe who had been patiently waiting on her.

“Sorry, I’m slowing us down a bit, aren’t I? As you can see, I don’t get out very often,” She lamely joked with an awkward smile.

“No. I like seeing this side of you. It’s not very often I see you genuinely happy, and I’m not exactly about to stop that. I like seeing you smile,” He responded back, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him.

She rested her hands on to his biceps and smiled up at him. “Thank you for not getting annoyed or thinking that I’m weird cause I wasted time talking with vendors and such. If you can’t tell, I have also dated assholes who think that a date should be overly formal and boring. So, even though we’ve haven’t even been here very long, this has already proven to be the best first date so far,” She admitted looking around at everything with a toothy smile.

He grinned and suggested, “Well, how about we go get some grub first, and then we can spend however long you want looking at the vendors?”

She excitedly agreed and they walked to a nearby restaurant, and sat at a booth, where Poe sat next to her, his arm resting around her shoulders. They ordered some food and drinks moments later.

“I must say the more I learn about you, the more fascinating you become,” He informed her as he looked at her.

“Well, believe me when I say I don’t really have any other secrets that are quite that major. At least… I don’t think so?” She promised hesitantly.

“I don’t know. I think you have plenty of secrets that I would enjoy finding out no matter how long it takes,” He responded with a smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She smiled back and said, “You missed.”

He gave her a look of confusion, and before he could ask her what she meant, she leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I believe you meant to do that,” She said as she pulled away.

He nodded his head, “Indeed. How silly of me to miss like that?” As he kissed her again, but for just a bit longer.

She laughed as they pulled away and curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder. Their food came soon enough, and once they had their fill, they paid and left, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

They made their way through the bazaar, and she gazed at many booths with curious eyes, and talked intimately with each vendor she stopped at. One vendor, in particular, sold jewelry that piqued her interest. She stared and cooed over all of the sparkly things.

As she gazed at some necklaces, Poe’s eyes caught sight of a beautiful ring. The band was black in color, and the stone was swirling of pink with flecks of yellow and blue within. It was accented with small clear stones. He looked at it and then at her with a smile.

She looked back up at him at one point and questioned, “What’s with that smile, Commander?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you, is all,” He swore with a secretive smile

“Uh huh. Sure. C’mere,” She pulled him closer to her, and grabbed the ring sizers, and started trying to figure out what size ring he was.

“You could just ask? I’m a size 10,” He said with a laugh as her determination to figure out which fits him best.

“Good to know then, I’ll file that away for later then. I’m a size six” She said with setting the sizer down, starring at the necklaces.

There was a pendant that caught her eye. As she looked at it, she saw that engraved upon it was the symbol of the Jedi. The pendant as she looked further was made of a dark wood that was a similar color to his eyes. Warm and deep. Soothing. She asked the vendor how much for it, and as soon as she paid for it, she turned to Poe, holding it in her hands.

She motioned for him to lean down, and she gently slipped it over his head, and adjusted it once it was around his neck.

“Just a little something, to remind you to not die out there, flyboy,” She commented as she stepped back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to come back to you, no matter what,” Poe promised, one of his hands gently running over the etching.

She grinned and turned to look at the next stall nearby and made her way over to it. While she was distracted, Poe looked back at the ring he noticed earlier and inquired about the price.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you are asking about that one. No one ever seems interested in it. It used to be at pretty steep price, since pink opals are hard to find around here, but I’ve been trying to sell that ring for 5 years. Tell me, what do you intend to do with it?” The vendor, a young girl, asked.

“Well. It sounds silly but it’s a promise to a promise. I plan to give her my mother’s ring when I propose, but I want to give her something to wear until then. It reminds me of her, I don’t know. I can’t really explain it,” Poe explained as best as he could.

“Opals represent love and hope. Maybe that’s why?” She supplied nodding her head toward his Resistance patch. “Take it. I can tell it will be cherished. Plus, your girlfriend overpaid for the necklace anyway.”

He took the ring gently and slipped into the small velvet pouch she gave him, before setting into an inner pocket of his jacket. He mouthed ‘Thank you’ to her, before running to catch up to Blix. She had made her way a few stalls down, and when Poe caught up to her, she greeted him with a hello.

The shops by this point were starting to close up as night began to fall. They decided to head back to the X-wing. When they got there Poe easily clambered onto the wing, and then laid down on his stomach reaching down for her. She grabbed hold of his hands and with surprising strength, pulled her effortlessly up onto the wing.

He started to get up, but she stopped him. “We don’t have to go back just yet. Just lay here with me for a bit, yeah?” She suggested as she situated herself.

Poe moved himself to lay on his back, resting his head on one of his arms. She moved to lay her head against his chest and stare up at the stars.

“May I ask you something?” She inquired after a moment. “Why me? Why out of all of the women on base, why do you like me so much? Surely there are others with less baggage and far easier to get close to than little ol’ me?”

“Yeah. There are. There are indeed. But. I don’t recall any of them comin’ to talk to me after bein’ captured by the First Order,” He admitted. “I remember hearin’ your voice speak to me while I was in that medically induced coma to help heal the wounds I endured after being tortured and crashing.”

Her faced felt warm as she thought back to that time, a good year ago. “Wait… How much do you remember?” She asked slightly panicked.

He laughed, “I remember you sayin something about me being ‘painfully handsome.’”

“I had only been here a month and I had yet to officially meet you. I had said ‘no one warned me that you would be painfully handsome.’ You woke up sometime later and I remember thinking that you had gorgeous eyes. Then came that charm and silver tongue of yours, when the first thing to come out of your mouth was a flirtation,” She ribbed with a shake of her head.

“Maker. Did I really? I don’t remember what I said,” He stated somewhat bashfully.

“Something about being in heaven, for I am clearly looking at an angel. Something to that effect,” She supplied.

“I am sorry though if my flirting was ever too much, or annoying. It started off meaningless, but then I made you smile once and it was prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, and I wanted to see it more. So, I kept it up hoping that one day, you would go on a date with me,” He admitted with a smile.

“Well, you got that date. What do you plan to do now?” She questioned as she turned on to her side, propping her head up on her hand.

“Isnt it obvious? I plan to marry you asap, but until then maybe take you onto a couple more dates when I can?” He posed with a quirk of an eyebrow.

She giggled at him before a small shiver ran down her spine. The chill of the night was finally starting to creep in. He noticed the shiver, and then pulled the both of them up, lamenting that it was time to return to base.

They returned almost too soon for Blix’ liking and as they made their way inside, Poe pulled her in the direction of his room not hers. They stepped inside, she noticed BB8 was on his charging station, and smiled over at him.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind crashing with me tonight? Not that I expect anything to happen, but I didn’t really want our date to end just yet,” He requested with a small shrug.

She nodded her head in response, slipped off her shoes and made her way over to his bed to take a seat.

As she walked past, Poe slipped the small bag that held the ring into his pants pocket, before hanging his jacket up on a hook by the door and toeing off his shoes as well.

He sauntered over to his bed and laid down, his arms open for her to settle into. She tucked herself into his side, her right hand splayed out onto his chest. She could hear him start to say something, but she was so comfortable that she fell asleep.

“So, I was thinki-“ He stopped as he watched her eyes drift shut.

He smiled and then slipped the ring out. He starred at it then at her for a moment. He then gently slipped it onto her ring finger on her right hand, where it fit perfectly. Satisfied, he tightened his hold on her, and he too, fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, she woke up slightly confused as she took in her surroundings. Slowly, she remembered she was in Poe’s room not hers, and looked around for the man in question. He was in the kitchen flipping pancakes, whistling as he did so.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and sat up, stretching, groaning softly as her joints popped.

“Good morning sleepyhead. I hope you are hungry,” He called out as he noticed her movements.

She stands up and made her way over to him, “Everything smells yummy,” she complimented.

He grinned in response as he made their plates. As she reached over for a fork, she noticed something glinting. She looked more closely at her hand and gaped at the ring she saw.

“When? How? Wha-“ She stuttered out as she looked up at him.

“Well. You got me this necklace. Only fair I think that I get you a little something. The vendor told that it represents love and hope. Figured you should have a lil reminder of the latter,” He lightly teased, biting his lip nervously.

She chuckled softly, and looked back at the ring, “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” She leaned over the table and gave him a quick kiss.

She sat back down, and they began to eat.

“May I ask? What… what drew you to the Resistance?” She asked taking a bit of bacon.

“Uh. Well. I had joined the New Republic as pilot when I was 17 or so? Moved up the ranks to a captain, had my own squadron- Rapier. One day, I was asked to do some undercover work, as a spice runner of all things,” He began to explain, setting his fork down as he spoke.

“A spice runner? You? No!” She exclaimed in disbelief.

“It was weird. I’ll admit. But the intel I got from it was extremely valuable, and it impressed Leia enough that she recruited me directly. I haven’t looked back since,” He finished with a shrug.

“But why leave the navy? Was it really that terrible?” She inquired still a bit confused.

“The Republic… wasn’t doing enough. They were not holding the First Order accountable like they should have been. I was... frustrated. It felt like all the good I was doing was for nothing. So, yeah. When I was offered a chance to fight that injustice? I jumped on it,” He clarified with a slight bitterness.

“Plus, it also meant that I would one day meet you, so win-win,” He ended with a flirtatious smile and wink.

She shook her head at his ridiculousness before she stopped and stared off to the side, something he said registering in her head.

“You said…you said you were with the Rapier Squadron?” She checked after a moment. At his nod, she laughed, leaning back into her chair, her hands covering her face.

“The sheer coincidence,” She whispered before she stated, “Maureen. She felt it was her duty to find me suitable suitors, one of which was while I was in medical school. A captain from the Rapier Squadron of the Navy. She lost interest in you as a potential when you joined the Resistance.”

“You’re shitting me? I was meant to be a potential suitor for you?” He asked incredulous.

“Well. You, and several other high-ranking officers of the navy and the First Order sadly enough. Thankfully, she has no actual power over my life, romantically, financially, or otherwise. I just... We could have potentially met sooner. Though I probably wouldn’t have liked you at all, being a suitor and all,” She described further. “So maybe this was for the best.”

“Maureen tried to set you up with First Order officers?” He asked as his face screwed up in disgust.

“Yep. Particularly, General Hux. Thought it would help soothe over the tensions between the Republic and the Order. Shame for him since I’ve never been interested in red heads,” She further expounded. “No, I apparently prefer dark haired flyboys who like to flirt and buy me rings to remind me to have hope.”

He rolled his eyes at the first part and then as she got to the last part he agreed, “Damn straight. You’re my girl. Hux can suck it.”

She laughed at how seriously he said that last part.

“You laugh but I am serious,” He said as he walked around to her and stood before her, his arms trapping her as they encased her. “If Maureen ever tried to set you up with anyone, especially Hux, she’d have to pry you from my cold dead hands.”

He leaned down as he spoke before he pressed a hard kiss to her lips. She pressed back and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. His kisses stole her breath and butterflies swarm in stomach. As he pulled away, she whined a bit as the kiss ended.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Commander,” She whispered to him as she caught her breath.

She checked the time and said with a sigh, “I have to go change and get to work. Then try and schedule when I am going to train my 2 new padawans.”

“Okay. Was… was this a good date? Like. You want to continue this?” He hesitantly questioned.

“Good? No. It was great. I would love to go on more dates with you,” She assured pressing a kiss to his cheek, before she stood up to throw her shoes back on and grab her purse.

He smiled in response and walked her to the door and said, “If I am not terribly busy today, I may come and harass you again today. I realize it’s been a while since I’ve last done it.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, muttering an okay with a smile.

She made her way back to her room, took some time to clean herself up. She showered and changed before making her way to the infirmary.

She stepped in and began the workday, ignoring the whispers that came from her workers, and everyone who walked in for treatment.

Around lunch time, she finally sighed heavily, tired of the whispers and looks.

“Is there something you would like to ask me?” She asked annoyed as she turned to look at her coworkers.

Amber and Bre looked at each other and then asked at the same time:

“Are you really a Kenobi?” “Did you really have a date with Poe last night?”

“Seriously? This is what people have been acting weird over? My lineage and love life? Y’all really need to find hobbies,” She responded exasperated, “Yes to both by the way. Now can we work without the gossiping?”

“Gossip? What gossip? Anything juicy?” She heard Poe’s voice question as he sauntered in.

“Ladies,” He greeted before he walked over to Blix and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Hello beautiful.”

She shook her head and said, “Hello.”

“Join me for lunch?” He requested politely as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

She grabbed her data pad, and complied, “Sure, I need to figure out training schedule with Rey and Ben anyway.”

He kept an arm around her as they walked out and made their way to the mess hall. They grabbed a tray of food, that was essentially some sandwiches and a Caf, before walking over to where the Black Squadron sat, with Finn, Rey and Ben. They sat together and she smiled at everyone as they settled in.

She noticed that the table got quiet and breathed harshly through her nose, annoyed, before she asked, “Is everyone going to be this damn weird all day?”

She became even more annoyed as she noticed that the entire hall was glancing over at her or whispering. “Fuck it,” She muttered. “Propriety be damned.”

She then stood up and then stepped up onto the bench, before whistling loudly to silence everyone.

“HI. Hello. To answer everyone’s damn questions. Yes. I am a Kenobi. Yes. I went on a date with Poe last night. Now can every one of you FUCK OFF, and go back to minding your own DAMN business,” She spoke loudly, at times shouting, before sitting back down.

The table was shocked into further silence; Poe was the first to break it by laughing. Some of the others chuckled along with him, the rest just looked at her somewhat impressed.

“Sorry. That’s been goin’ on all day and if it continued any longer, I was going to stab someone,” She explained weakly and embarrassed.

She took out her sandwich and began to eat as conversations returned to normal. She pulled out her date pad and pulled up her calendar.

“Alright, you two though. We need to plan training days. I don’t want to make you both train every day. Mostly cause I don’t want to train every day, but also, I want you both to have some days to rest and do whatever missions or fun normal things that you kids do,” She contemplated as she looked at her schedule.

Rey perked up at the mention of training and said, “I mean you are also the head medic here; you are kind of needed.”

She looked up at that and smiled appreciatively. “True as that may be, Admiral Holdo, has apparently sent me a notice that I will have extra help in the medbay soon enough. Another doctor… Ugh. Him? Of all people?”

She crinkled her nose at her data pad and leaned away from it in disgust.

“Whose Dr. Kyle Andrews?” Poe asked as he looked over shoulder to see what was causing her reaction.

“Scum of the world. He’s… he’s an alright doctor… but I hate him. He’s so arrogant and rude. I..Blegh,”She answered with a shudder. “I might have to add more training if only to avoid that asshat.”

“Don’t think I ever heard you swear this much in such a short time period, Doc,” Ben commented, slightly teasing in his tone.

She narrowed his eyes at him playfully and warned “If the words ‘unladylike’ comes out of your mouth, I’m throwing my drink in your face.”

“Never,” Ben said hiding his laugh as he took a drink.

“He’ll be here by the end of the month. And oh. That’s when I can take you two to go create your lightsabers. Good to know,” She spoke aloud as she read the rest of the notice. “In a month you two will have proper sabers, and not the hand-me-downs you’ve been working with.”

Rey’s eyes lit up and Ben nodded his head in appreciation. Blix looked over at Finn who had been strangely quiet during this time. She tilted her head at him, and slowly remember the whispers of him possibly being Force-Sensitive.

“Ya know, while I’m obviously going to need a pilot to take us, I might also need someone to help guard them while they meditate. It can take hours or days to complete, and it leaves them in a very vulnerable position. Finn? Would you like to join us next month? Might be enlightening for you as well?” She noted softly, before making her offer.

Finn looked up at her when she addressed him and looked over at Ben and Rey (mostly Rey) and replied, “Sure, if it’s not a bother to them.”

Rey smiled brightly at him and said, “Of course it wouldn’t bother us. I’ll need someone to keep me sane between the lovebirds and Ben brooding.”

The aforementioned people all rolled their eyes almost simultaneously. Finn nodded his head with a smile.

‘These two are so obviously in love. So cute.’ She thought as she watched them start to talk to one another animatedly.

‘I wouldn’t say cute. Gross is more the word.’ Came Ben’s thought filtering into her mind.

She gave him a small glare ‘Shush. They are fine. Clearly we need to find you a girl’

He shook his head before standing up. “I have to go speak to my mother about some things. Let me know when you’ve decided training,” He informed her just before he walked away.

She nodded her head and quickly figured out some time frames to work with before returning to her meal and listening to the squad tell stories. Mostly she watched Poe, who was extremely relaxed and energetic as he spoke.

She finished her food, and nudged Poe to gain his attention for a moment. He looked at her with smile as she told him, “I’m heading back to the Med Bay. Stay safe, eh Flyboy?”

“I have my pendant on to remind me, don’t worry. I’ll see you later,” he assured softly tapping onto the necklace.

She pressed a kiss to his lips, and left a moment later, returning to the medbay soon enough.

The next month goes by in a flurry. Between the medbay, the dates with Poe, and training, she was almost surprised when she realized she had 2 days left before they would be leaving. She spent a good day, gathering the necessary scrolls and journals that her grandfather left her, and packing them gently into a bag.

Later that night, Poe had come over to have dinner with her, and as they laid on her bed, she became overwhelmed with a feeling of dread. She couldn’t quite fall asleep, sounds of distant screams and evil laughter echoed in her ear. She heard a voice calling out. Not to her, no. But to Ben. Unfamiliar and sinister sounding voices speaking to him.

She got up from the bed, grabbed a long cardigan and walked out of her room, not caring that she was barefoot and in her pajamas that consisted of shorts and a tank top.

She made her way across the base to where Ben’s room was, ignoring the strange looks she got from everyone who was still awake. As she stood outside his door, it was quiet. She almost thought to turn around, thinking she was being paranoid, before she heard pained yelling coming from inside.

She used her emergency medical code that allowed her access into any room and rushed in. Ben was in the midst of nightmare; arms and legs thrashing about as he fought off whatever invisible demon that was plaguing his mind.

“Ben. Ben! Wake up! WAKE UP! BEN!” she called out to him trying to wake him.

The yelling attracted Leia and Luke, who rushed in.

“BEN!” She shouted one last time. His eyes snapped opened and his hand instinctively grabbed her by the throat.

She grunted as she tried to get his grip to loosen. “Ben. Ben. It’s me. You’re okay. Ben. Let go” She spoke as calmly as possible, hissing in pain when his grip tightened.

Leia came up behind her and spoke softly to him, “Ben. Ben, you have to let go. Breathe sweetie.”

Her voice slowly soothed him, and his vice on her throat lessened. He blinked rapidly as he fully awakened and became aware of his surroundings.

He looked at Blix with wide eyes and stuttered out an apology. She waved it off. “You’re not first patient I’ve had who’s tried to choke me. You’re fine. What did you see?”

He took a few deep breaths and slowly said, “Darth Sidious. Or... something that looked like him? He’s commanding the First Order. He has something planned. He wants Rey and I to join him. It’s… He’s…. There was… There was someone else with him. Another Sith. I couldn’t see their face.”

“He’s already found another apprentice? Fuck. Okay. Then we need you two prepared as best as possible. Then… I don’t know what, but we’ll figure it out okay?” Blix assured as chewed on her lip, thinking.

“Alright. Try and get more rest. Tomorrow we make our way to Christophsis,” Blix stood up and looked toward Luke. “Can we talk outside?”

He nodded and they left Leia to tend to her son. They stepped outside, and she leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“If Darth Sidious has indeed returned, no matter how improbable that sounds, we need to figure out how to find him. I know my grandfather talked a bit about… Wayfinders? In his journals. Do you know what those are? Or where to find one?” She asked him quietly.

“Yes. I knew of one, but I was never able to find it. When you return with them, we will focus our efforts in finding it. Time is of the essence,” Luke explained with determination.

She nodded her head, and she began to turn away but stopped and said, “At some point as well, I think you and I need to talk. Clear the air that sort of thing?”

He looked at her slightly surprised, but responded, “Yes. I think that would be best.”

“Okay. Good night then,” She replied before walking away.

She returned to her room and to Poe’s arms, who woke up and asked what had happened. She mumbled she would explain in the morning, and just collapsed into his arms.

The next few days were going to be long, and with new players entering the game, the battle against the First Order just got more complicated.

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #original character

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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Are you excited for the holidays? * I think Im more excited for the lead-up to the holidays. Like, on the actual day of Halloween, Thanksgiving, Xmas, etc, I jst feel deflated. For me, all of the excitement is in the anticipation <<< That’s how it’s become for me over the years. :( Like all of October was ~spooky~ time, but on the actual day of Halloween, it didn’t feel like it at all. That’s how Christmas is, too. You wait all year and get all excited, but it’s over so fast. There’s a kind of sadness that comes after. I still love this time of year, but it doesn’t feel quite the same anymore. :( Maybe that’s just part of getting older. The depression probably has a lot to do with it... I just don’t get excited about things like I used to. I try, but it doesn’t feel the same ya know? Are you watching anything on tv right now? Yeah, I’m watching this movie called, The Other Woman. Who is your best friend? My mom. Do you judge people on looks or personality? * While the way someone presents themselves outwardly can give some insight into their personality, Im much more likely to judge ppl on who they are, not what they look like <<< What does the word love mean to you? “L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore.”

Can you play any instruments? Nope. When’s your birthday? July 28th. What do you want for Christmas? The new wireless Beats earphones. What time is it right now? * 11:01am <<< Whoa, it’s 11:01PM for me, ha. Should you be doing something else besides this survey? I’m about to eat some ramen. Are you a facebook addict? Not at all. I only spend like a few minutes on there at a time, maybe like 3 times a day. Do you understand Chuck Norris jokes? I get it, but I didn’t get why they were such a big thing. I heard ‘em all the time in middle school. Do you have a pet cat? No, but I have a doggo! Name one tattoo you would like to get someday. I’ve wanted ‘free bird’ for several years. Do you like the color pink? Sure. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I can, it just takes me a little longer. Are you afraid of stink bugs? I’m afraid of ALL bugs. Do you always burn your toast? No. Do you have a printer? Yeah. What is the closest thing to you that’s yellow? A couple yellow colored pencils. Does anyone own any embarrassing pictures of you? One of my cousins for some reason always had the worst photos of me. Do you wear contact lenses? Nope. The idea of putting them in/taking them out and just possible issues with wearing them freaks me out. Plus, I actually quite like my glasses. I also look even worse without them. Do you not agree that gas prices are ridiculous? Yeah. I don’t drive, never have, so it’s not something I’ve had to deal with firsthand, but still I see the prices and hear my family talk about it so yeah. How’s the weather where you’re at? It’s finally feeling like fall and I’m loving it. Do you have a cell phone? Yes. Do you still live at home? Yes. Are you currently enrolled in college? Nope. I graduated in 2015. Do you have a drivers liscence? No. Name one event that made you happy today :) It’s only been today for 15 minutes. Do you care what others say about you? Yes and no. Not as much as I used to, though. Not in a good way where I have confidence and don’t give a shit what people think about me, but just that I don’t have the energy to care ya know? I’m basically numb to it. Have you ever played Farmville? Nah, never got into that. What is your favorite video game? Mario anything, really. What song represents your life the best? I don’t know. Do you stereotype people that you don’t know? I think we all do that sometimes. Is there anyone out there that really bugs you yet you don’t know why? Lol yeah. I’m just annoyed with people in general. :X How fast can you type? Fast. What are you afraid of the most in life? Losing my loved ones, never getting better/getting worse, and just wasting away; never doing anything with my life. Do you have a religion? I’m Christian. Are you into anime? No. Do you prefer day over night? I guess. How many hours of sleep do you get per night? It varies. Never feels like enough. Name one movie that has made you cry more than once. Hmm. Do you have any siblings? I have 2 brothers. Have you ever donated to a charity? Yeah. What is your worst feature? Everything. Do you consider yourself a kind person? I think I used to be, but I don’t feel like I’m that kind anymore... I feel like I’ve become hardened. :/ What is the last thing you’ve eaten? Ramen. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake for? Over 30 something hours. Are you for or against abortion? Do you believe in soul mates? It’s hard to imagine that there’s someone out there meant for me. Who is your hero and why? My mom. Who is your favorite musical artist? I have a lot. Do you have a secret talent? Nope. I have no talent. What is your favorite color? Pastels, dusty rose, yellow, mint green, and coral. When is your father’s birthday? March 20th. What are you doing besides this survey? Listening to an ASMR video. What do you do in your spare time? So, I spend my days lounging in bed, Tumblr-ing, doing surveys, checking social medias, watching YouTube, watching TV, and sometimes coloring and reading. I haven’t read in months, though. :/ I want to change that, but for some reason I have yet to do so. Do you still like to take naps? Sometimes sleepiness is just too overpowering and I give in. I always feel so groggy and meh after a nap, though. Do you have any children? Nooo. Have you ever danced in the rain? Yeah. Do you watch the Disney Channel? Not anymore. What was your last dream about? I don’t remember. My dreams are so weird and random, but for some reason I usually forget them when I wake up. Do you swear? Sometimes. Are you a sarcastic person? Noo, not at all. Are you bad at spelling? I think I spell pretty well. Where was the last place you went besides your house? I tagged along with my mom last night to go pickup our food. Do you overthink things? Yeppp. Are you naturally paranoid? Yes. What is your biggest pet peeve? One of them is eating sounds.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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roses-shadow · 3 years

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Underworld part 2

PG13 of Nero’s adventure in DMC Undertale

***

It was after finally, finally making it through the endless loop puzzle did Nero and Griffon make it to a large closed gate. Beyond it contained a sea of flowers that lead up to a huge mansion. There was a swing attached to a tree over on the side and Nero could even make out a body of water that he could see through the bushes placed around the property. But what Nero considered higher on his what-the-hell scale was that after walking through this hell plant infested underworld was that he could see an actual sky over his head. It was lit up in a bright pink of a fading sunset instead of an undecipherable reddish black that was in the rest of this place. It was like this was an untouched bubble of paradise in an actual hellscape.

The door to the mansion opened and out came V, a smile on his face and hair blowing gently in a non-existent breeze as he waited patiently for Nero to come closer.

Nero stared, the idyllic scene throwing him off balance. This looked way too good to be true. It was majorly pinging his this-is-a-trap sense. Or was this just another puzzle trick he had to figure out?

“Here we are!” Griffon cheered. “We made it back to home sweet home. Let’s get your rumbly tummy filled and play some cards before your bedtime.”

Nero gave Griffon an incredulous look, snapping his attention away from V. “Just how old do you think I am? Five?”

“Hey, It’s all the same to me. Now get going, would you.”

‘Well, here goes nothing.’

Nero pushed the gate open –

–and entered a new world.

Nero blinked in surprise. He could actually feel that breeze now, giving him a nice breath of floral scented fresh air as it gently ruffled his hair. He bent down to feel the grass trail across his hand as he rustled his way through, rubbing his fingers on it as he felt the authenticity of that friction feeling he could only get from actual grass.

He met up with V patiently waiting by the door. “Welcome home, Nero,” V greeted, drawing his words out mysteriously as he stared at him with hooded eyes.

Nero awkwardly nodded back while rubbing his nose. He wasn’t sure what to say to that. Sure, it may be V’s home but it definitely wasn’t Nero’s. He didn’t need to say it so creepily like that.

Griffon thankfully, for once, filled the silence. “V! Hey, how’s it going! I kept your baby boy alive for you. And here he is safe and sound!”

Nero made a face, annoyed with Griffon bringing that up again.

“We had a grand ol’ time but man does he have a case of the munchies,” Griffon continued.

“Then it is a good thing I have a solution to that,” V said with a smile. “Come inside Nero.”

They entered the house and immediately Nero could smell something good in the air.

Griffon puffed up in excitement. “Oh boy, oh boy. Do you smell that?”

He did. His stomach rumbled in hunger, eager to finally eat something. He was practically starving after rejecting the sacrificial forbidden donut from earlier and as long as he didn’t have to eat anything as creepy as that he was all set for anything at this point.

“Ha! You hear that, V? Your baby boy’s really ready to chow down,” Griffon crowed.

Nero didn’t care about Griffon’s teasing at this point considering that, yes, he totally was.

V smiled indulgently. “So I can hear. Come along, Nero. The table is all set.”

Nero quietly hoped he wasn’t walking into a trap where he was going to end up as the meal of the day. He willingly walked inside a stranger’s home, after all, even if he did get saved by him earlier.

V led them further into the house, bypassing the large open room containing a double staircase, and going into another doorway on the main floor. They moved through a few more rooms, each decorated with equally elaborate furniture, until they entered a room containing a dining table already set for two people. Griffon launched himself off of Nero to perch himself on the back of a chair.

“Take a seat, Nero,” V said, walking past him to lift a cover off of the biggest serving tray Nero had seen in his life between the two plates. Nero wasn’t sure what he was expecting, it could have been some actual normal meal arranged on as many dishes as possible or maybe a sliced up chunk of crazy demon meat, but he wasn’t expecting a chocolate cake. A huge, giant chocolate cake that was probably a little bigger than Nero’s chest width, size wise.

“I thought I would bake you something sweet to surprise you with,” V explained at Nero’s surprise. “You can consider it...a welcoming gift to your new home. I want you to be comfortable living here so I thought I’d hold off on serving you the flesh of my enemies tonight.”

Nero gave him a wide eyed look.

V gave a little laugh. “That was, of course, a joke, Nero.”

Nero chuckled nervously. “Yeah, right,” he agreed anxiously, ducking his head down.

There he was again, saying this was his home now. Not to say that Nero wasn’t grateful for being rescued and offered free shelter and all, but he’d much rather prefer the comforts of his own home and family.

Plus this was giving him serious Hansel and Gretel vibes. Who had cake for dinner? His mom would flip if he ever did this. He hoped V wasn’t going to try and force him to eat the entire thing in one sitting like some weird horror movie just to fatten him up enough until he could be eaten instead. Most of the time he had a bottomless stomach but this was just way too large and intimidating.

Otherwise, it looked like a normal cake. There weren’t any of those bloody crystals sticking out of it. But then again, it wasn’t like he could tell with all the icing dabbed on top.

V cut it up and served him a significantly huge slice and Nero decided to take a moment to tilt his head to assess it from different angles just to make sure there wasn’t anything strange sticking out of it.

“So, um.” How did he put this? “There...aren’t any, uh, spiders in this, are there?”

V gave him a bemused smile. “No child, it’s only a normal cake.

‘What am I even worrying about? This is a dream after all. It’s not like any of this is going to matter when I do wake up.’

Unless if he ended up eating his pillow again. That was a legitimate concern.

That was problem for awake Nero. Dream Nero had the munchies. He grabbed a fork and dug right in, admiring the fluffiness of it as he broke off a piece and scooped it into his mouth. His eyes widened as he was hit with the flavor, letting out an appreciative noise and quickly chewing it and going back in for another piece.

V took a bite out of his own cake, quietly chewing on it as he stared intently at Nero enthusiastically pigging out. “So...Nero,” he said, drawing his name out slowly as if he were savoring it instead of the cake he was eating. “Tell me about yourself.”

And there was a tick on the creep-o scale.

Nero squirmed in his seat a little, trying not to let on how uncomfortable he was as he instinctively averted his eyes. “Uh...what do you want to know?”

“Hmm...anything. Your likes, your dislikes.” His eyes shifted away for a moment only to fall back on Nero in a hooded stare. “Your family.”

Nero chewed slowly, trying to give himself time to decide what he should answer with.

“Um...I...like playing guitar?” he started tentatively. V nodded at him encouragingly. “My, my mom got one for me. She’s...really into music.” He jabbed his fork into the cake and wiggled it around with a frown, debating whether he wanted to keep going. “...Apparently my dad used to be in a band before he disappeared so she was happy that I showed some musical talent like him.”

It was one of the few things he knew about his dad, aside from inheriting his looks and all. He never knew him; his mom said he disappeared before he was born and never came back, the band just fading into the wind along with him. His mom was still a big fan of his though, had a whole stash of their band merchandise lying around that she still cherished.

She also said they were dating for awhile but never actually got around to getting married even when he knew he got her pregnant.

‘Screw him,’ Nero thought mulishly. ‘Leading Mom on like that and just bailing. Who even wants a guy like him around anyway.’

V nodded again with a pleased smile. “That’s good to know, Nero. I’m partial to the violin myself but I know where to find a guitar for you to practice on.”

Nero looked up at him and shrugged. “Um, ok? Thanks?” Thoughtful, but it didn’t really matter when he was still dreaming.

They spent most of the dinner quietly eating with casual questions being interjected now and then. Nero went back in for seconds, eating a smaller piece this time, while Griffon kept crying about wanting to play that card game. Nero wasn’t in the mood, however, so V ultimately vetoed it, ushering Nero away from the dining room and upstairs to a bedroom for him to finally sleep.

V opened the door with a flourish. “I mean for this to be your new room. I do hope you like it. It’s rather empty right now but you can come to decorate it however you like in the future.” He gestured to another door on the other side of the room. “These rooms do come equipped with an attached bathroom, emphasis on bath. I’m afraid we only have the one functioning toilet in use in the house if you do feel the need to use it. The food down here in the Underworld digests differently than human food, negating the need for waste expulsion. A boon, in my opinion.” He wandered back to the door, grabbing the handle to close it before imparting one last comment. “I shall leave you to your rest. Goodnight Nero.”

With V gone, Nero took a cursory look over the room. It looked like a basic empty guest room, a little dusty but the bed sheets were thankfully clean. Nero wandered over to the bathroom to take a look and, yup, definitely no toilet. It was weird yet nice that he didn’t feel the urge to use it especially since he didn’t want to risk wetting his actual bed in his sleep. That would be way too embarrassing. He’d never get the sheets past his mom into the washer and she’d probably think that he got them dirty from...other reasons, considering he never made an effort to do his own laundry. He wasn’t sure which one would be the least awkward to admit.

He went to the sink and swished some water around in his mouth in lieu of brushing his teeth and tucked himself into bed to sleep.

***

‘What a weird dream,’ Nero thought as he woke up the next day.

His eyes were still closed as he stretched his arms out, squirming on the bed after a good night’s sleep. He was warm and cozy and more importantly the pillow beneath his head was still there and uneaten.

That was something he could proudly tell his mom over breakfast.

Nero sat up and sleepily brought his hands up to rub his eyes only to stop and do a double take, staring at his right hand blankly.

His hand, which no longer looked like his hand, and had transformed into a mutant armored clawed mess. There were blue and red scales running all the way up to his forearm from what he could make out through rips left in the bulging, stretched out bandages.

He threw it out in front of him, turning his palm back and forth rapidly as his face gradually turned into an expression of shock, eyes bulging out and mouth thinning to a wide, flat line.

He inhaled a deep breath. “What the fuck!” he screeched.

He proceeded to let out high pitched screeches, haphazardly waving his arm around in some futile attempt to undue whatever had been done to it.

He belatedly realized that the room he woke up in was the room he went to sleep in from his dream and clearly not his bedroom. Meaning he wasn’t safely at home like he thought he was. And that all he went through in what he thought was a crazy dream actually happened.

‘Holy shit, holy shit –this is real!’

But how? How did he even get down here again? Where was his mom? Was she with him? Did the crazy hell plant eat her when he was still passed out or was she safely at home? What happened to his arm? What the hell was he supposed to do about that? He had to get out of here! How did he get out of here?

And his arm! Was it infected? Was he going to die? Did the murder hell plant inject some crazy poison seed into his arm to turn him into another zombie murder hell plant or was his arm going to burst open into a bunch of crazy tentacle vines just so it could eat him alive?

His panicking screeches eventually got V’s notice. He opened the door and looked over him, stopping just past the threshold once he saw Nero’s predicament. “Ah,” he said calmly.

Meanwhile, Nero continued to panic. “What the hell happened to my arm?”

“No need to panic, Nero. This is a good thing.”

“How is this a good thing?!” Nero screeched back, his voice cracking.

“It means you’re getting stronger. And strength will help you survive in this world. We can take some time to practice what you’re capable of once you’ve eaten breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, after all.”

With that reassuring pep talk done with, V walked back out and closed the door behind him.

‘What the fuck?’ Nero exclaimed mentally, letting out a high pitched noise of aggravation as he flung both hands in the air in frustration.

Still not having come to terms with his situation, he continued to stay in bed and panic.

***

It was much, much later that Nero had managed to calm himself down enough to actually leave his room. He had to come to terms with his new mutant arm replacing his old injured human one when he had to reach out and touch things with it, the hard scales and tough claws scraping against everything weirdly. And he kept on wearing the same clothes he slept in, a diagonally stripped red and blue shirt and a pair of jeans, considering he didn’t have anything else to change into. He was thankful that he showed up in this place with his shoes but he couldn’t remember putting them on.

He also didn’t remember the way back down to the kitchen so he ended up stomping around in a perfectly justified outrage, having no qualms about snooping through the rooms he passed through on his way to find V and get some answers.

He turned a corner and ended up facing –himself. There was a large elaborate mirror spanning the entire back wall at the end of the hall that showed off a full body view of Nero and his brand new completely mutated arm. Nero threw his hands up in agitation and turned around to stomp down another direction.

He eventually found his way to the stairs and clomped down them then stood in front of the hall leading to the front door for a moment. He could walk out, yes, but it wouldn’t serve any purpose. He needed to find V and get him to tell him how to fix his arm back to normal and get out of this place.

He huffed angrily and stormed his way into the room he was pretty sure where they ate the cake last night, finding V already seated at the table and eating a stack of multi-jammed-up toast with a cup of what looked like cappuccino. An identical meal was set up across from him.

“Good morning, Nero,” V greeted properly, having forgone it on his earlier visit to Nero’s room.

“Hi,” Nero forced out sharply. “What the fuck?”

“Hmm?” V questioned, looking up from his cup absentmindedly.

“You. This,” Nero articulated succinctly as he gestured to his arm. “This place.” He waved his hand in the air to emphasize. “What is going on?”

V raised a brow. “I thought we went over this yesterday, Nero.” He took a moment to think, taking a long sip of his drink to mull over his thoughts. “Hm, Nero....” He set his cup back down thoughtfully. “Were you, perhaps, in a state of denial?” he wondered idly.

“Yes!” Nero exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “This can’t be real! Hell can’t exist! I don’t even know how I got here and I wanna go home!”

“Hmm.” V gestured at the other chair. “Well, how about you sit down and eat something first. Delaying your hunger will only interfere with your concentration.”

Nero glanced at the other seat already set up with its own cappuccino cup and toast stack and huffed. He was hungry, yes, and V was right; he should eat something, but he wasn’t in that much of an agreeable mood to be nice about it.

He yanked the chair back roughly and slouched his way down into the chair. There were an array of jam flavors to choose from just in the middle of the table and Nero reached out for a strawberry one, slathering it onto his toast messily and pushing it back into the jam pile before taking a bite. He chewed for a bit, taking a sip of the cappuccino and getting a foam mustache he licked off his face.

V watched him, judging his eating habits silently. “There’s milk in the fridge if you prefer to have that instead,” he said.

Nero shook his head silently, eyes focused on his plate of toast that he was mulishly focused on to get through as quickly as possible. Piece after piece of toast went down his throat, Nero deciding to live it up by trying out the different jam flavors on his next slices of toast. Once he ate it all, he reached for his cappuccino and finished it off, slamming his empty cup down loudly. “K, I’m done,” he said with false cheer before continued with a grouchy tone, “Now tell me what’s going on.”

V sipped his cup indifferently, still eating at a slow pace. “It’s as I said the day before. However it is you got here, you lack the strength to leave.” He gestured to Nero’s arm. “Your inner power is only waking up and until you have accumulated enough of it and the skill to use it I am afraid that you shall remain here under my care.”

Nero was confused. “My inner what?” He knew he was a little different from everyone else but not to the extent that he had some sort of superpower. He shook his head vehemently. “No! I...I have to get out of here! I have to get back home to my mom. She’s going to be so worried.”

V looked down, shifting his eyes away. “While I do regret the grief your mother may go through, for the time being this is your home now.”

Nero huffed in panicked frustration, jumping up to pace and dragging his hands through his hair agitatedly. God, he and his mom only had each other. For him to suddenly disappear like this? The longer he was stuck here would only hurt her that much more.

V watched him serenely. “Truthfully, Nero, though you are unhappy, I am glad that you are here. Though I am used to solitude it is nice to have the company of another being around. I have so many things I can show you. My collection of books, so old and rare and filled with knowledge you could only dream of. In fact, would you like to hear about this book I am reading?” He raised a book that had been hidden away on his lap.

“No I don’t want to sit around and read!” Nero angrily declared.

V lowered his book back down, continuing placidly. “If you feel the need to let off some of your aggression perhaps I can take you to my favourite Nidhogg hunting spot. We can get started on your training against an actual target.”

Nero stopped to stare. “Training? What kind of training?”

“To build your inner strength, of course, you must do so through battle. Once you manage to have your power flow through your body you can learn to harness and direct it.”

Battle? Fight? Sure, he was no stranger to getting in the occasional fight at school. But it always stressed his mom out when it happened that he learned to just suck it up and walk away, learning how to just let any comments bounce off of him if he could instead. Nero looked down at his mutated arm, wondering just what he was going to be getting himself into. “What, like, am I supposed to punch things until I get enough exp points to level up?”

V tilted his head, assessing him with a slow judgement filled blink. “Hm, perhaps.” He set his cup down, finished eating himself. “How about I teach you how to fight with a sword first, Nero. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” V paused to rub his chin in thought. “Hmm, and fortunately I remember exactly where I put the practice swords. Come with me, child.”

“I’m not a child,” Nero muttered under his breath but dutifully followed along. The sooner he got this over with the sooner he could leave.

V led them back upstairs and into another room filled with children’s toys and clothes scattered around. He knelt in front of a chest and opened it, the old hinges creaking at the movement.

...And it was filled with socks. A giant pile of unmatched socks haphazardly shoved inside for absolutely no reason.

Nero frowned. He couldn’t help but dart his eyes down to V and his clearly unsocked feet wearing sandals. Did he just happen to not have any matching pairs of socks and refused to lower himself on wearing a mismatched pair to the point he’d just wander around in sandals?

V dug a hand into the sock filled chest until he came out with a child sized toy sword adorned with a faded red ribbon.

Nero was only more confused. Why was a toy sword buried underneath a pile of mismatched socks?

V gave it a bemused look and hefted it in the air a few times before humming decisively, deeming it worthy enough to use as he closed the lid to the chest and stood up.

“This should do for now. Go on, give it a few swings.”

Nero took the toy sword and gave it a few wide awkward swings with his left hand.

“How does it feel?”

Nero, who had no idea how to use a sword, only shrugged. “Ok? Pointy end is over there so it’s all good?”

V raised his eyebrows with a pained look. “Ah. Let us...head outside for this.”

***

They spent the morning with V teaching him how to properly grip the toy sword and practice some swings and defensive blocks against V and his cane. Nero thought he was doing a pretty good job for his first time, motivated to get good enough so he could unlock his magic powers and go home.

Eventually, however, V instead encouraged him to try attacking with just his new arm. It was weird using it as a weapon, swinging it around haphazardly like it was a sword itself but he was a quick study. It made a pretty good shield, at least, Nero only able to dully register pain on it when V smacked his cane against it. He tried to be gentle when he used it to attack V, not actually wanting to hurt him and instead aimed for the cane instead. V noticed, but didn’t put up a fuss against it, letting Nero go at his own pace.

They took a break for lunch. V led him to the kitchen and let him watch as he made another dish before they settled at the table to eat.

“You know,” V started. “I was never a very good cook growing up. Food wasn’t a priority to me and it was easy enough to procure it elsewhere rather than go through the effort of making it myself.” V stopped to chew, thinking on what he was going to say next. “I had an...accident many years ago. I was trapped down here, like you.” Nero perked up, more curious now. V smiled at him in return. “And not as strong as I used to be. So...I settled myself here in the, hm, not quite ruins of my childhood home I especially built for myself along with my books to keep me occupied. And, more importantly, my mother’s old recipes. It was due to lack of having nothing better to do that I ultimately decided to explore her vast collection of meals she so loved to create and became as proficient as I am today.”

Wow, he built all this? That was pretty ambitious of him. It did suck that V was trapped down here like him, but Nero’s black hole of a stomach was thankful for V’s cooking. And V’s mother for leaving her recipe collection behind for him to practice on.

He ended up spending a few days there, each filled with gradual training and the rest with a rudimentary literature lesson, V especially having a love for poetry of all things that Nero just couldn’t wrap his head around and so preferred to stick to regular reading material. He found the pace too slow for his standards, just wanting to just get his power to show up already so he could leave.

It was as he was exploring the house one day that he found a door under the stairs that led to the basement. The main path was a long, creepy convoluted hallway, filled with twists and turns that led to a huge heavy looking door. Nero gave it a considering look. There had to be something special behind it for sure, but what? He rubbed his hands along the edges, looking for any hidden places he could use to get a grip on it considering it didn’t have a handle.

“Ah, there you are,” came V’s voice from behind him, making Nero jump in surprise.

“Holy shit V, you scared me,” Nero panted out, turning to look at his caretaker who appeared as unruffled as ever. “Hey, what’s with this fancy door?” He knocked against it.

V was quick to dismiss it. “Oh, you don’t want to go out there.”

Now that was suspicious. Nero raised a brow. “What, why not? There’s not, like another murder hell plant out there, right?” Nero surreptitiously checked on his magic stick, tucked into the loose bandages hanging onto his mutant arm for lack of anywhere else to put it.

V crossed his arms, shifting to lean his weight onto one foot. “Well, not exactly. It leads to the proper exit to this place.” Nero perked up at this. He could get out from here and go home after all? “But it’s far too dangerous for you in your current state. Why don’t you go back upstairs and we can finish where we left off.”

Oh hell no.

“Ok, let’s get one thing clear,” Nero started, riling himself up for an argument. “There’s no way I’m staying here anymore. I have a life to get back to –my mom. I’m not giving all that up just to play house with you! Let me through that fucking door right now or you’re not going to like what’s going to happen next.”

“Is that so?” V said loftily. “Well, how about this. If you can prove to me that you are strong enough to survive I’ll let you leave.”

Nero gave V an assessing glance. He was twiggy, the only real weapon he relied on being a simple cane. They never went full out in a fight and he had his mutant arm; he figured that if they fought for real that V would probably go down easy.

Nero cracked his knuckles, rotating his neck around. “Alright, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

V gave him a dry smile, looking at him through his eyelashes. “Very well, child.” He brought his cane up and smacked it against his opposite hand a few times. “Show me that you’re motivated enough to survive.”

In the ensuring battle, Nero summarily got his ass handed to him.

V moved like a dancer, easily parrying Nero’s charging swipes with his mutant arm and tripping him up with simple yanks from his cane to make him fall flat on his face or into the walls. He just couldn’t understand how thoroughly V was kicking his ass by with minimal effort. Nero was kicking his own ass.

He kept getting up again and again only to hit the ground every time. Eventually, he gave up and just stayed down.

V, sassy extraordinaire, tucked his cane in the crook of his arm and slowly clapped. “What a...riveting performance, Nero. I...simply can’t wait for an encore.” He brought his cane down to plant in the ground. “Perhaps you should return upstairs and take a proper rest. You’re welcome to explore the rest of the ruins, just make sure you bring your branch with you.” He turned around and walked away.

Nero listened to his footsteps fade before he mustered the strength to get up again. He stared mulishly after V then stared hard at the door.

‘Just you wait, I’ll get stronger.’

***

He tried again the next day, with similar results. Then the day after that. And after that. And so on.

“Really child,” V said, leaning on his cane as he stared at Nero’s downed form. “You’re just not ready. Trust me on this; I know what’s best for you.”

Nero, flat on his back, just slammed his fist against the ground in frustration. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” he shouted, angry at himself, at V, at the entire situation. He may have gotten a powerful new mutant arm but it wasn’t doing him a whole lot of good against V and his dance moves. He needed to unlock more power but he just didn’t know how.

His passionate cry was enough to spark something in V, enough for him to lose his aloof persona. He stared down at him in vague concern, rubbing his chin in thought. “Perhaps...” he trailed off.

Nero stared up at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Ah, well...” V continued haltingly. “I was simply thinking that if we create a dire enough condition for you, your body will instinctively take over to save yourself. But...I am...” he stopped to wave a hand in the air, looking for the right words. “Hesitant to subject you to such an ordeal.”

“So...what?” Nero started, gradually sitting up. “You want to put me up against the murder hell plant by myself or something?”

“Or something,” V agreed vaguely, still looking uncertain. It seemed he came to a decision, turning around to walk through the field to head towards the gate. “Follow me child, I do not wish to burn the flowers.”

Wait...burn?

Nero frowned, but forced himself up, stretching out his limbs and walking after V.

V led him to a dead end corner outside of the bubble of paradise, having Nero back up against the wall and V stand in front of him and preventing him from leaving.

“Nero, I will be attacking you in a different manner than what you are used to. If, at any point, you feel that you are unable to handle this lesson, run past me and I shall stop. If you choose to stay, then you must attack me. Do not hold back.”

“Uh, ok?” Nero replied, a little discomforted by the seriousness of the request.

V nodded. “Very well,” he said, as if he was trying to convince himself. “Here goes.”

Nero was expecting to be rushed with the cane of doom. Instead, V lifted up a hand and threw a ball of blue fire at him. Nero yelped, dodging out of the way as it hit the wall behind him, leaving a charred mark on the wall.

“Holy shit how’d you do that?” Nero exclaimed, still on the ground.

“Nero, remember, fight me or run away,” V reminded him, arming himself with another fireball. Nero was given a split second to react as V lobbed it at him, then was forced to move again V followed up with some more.

He had to resort to relying on his mutant hand as a shield, its tough hide able to withstand the fire rather than his vulnerable human flesh. He was stuck in place, trying to smack away some of the fireballs in a more dangerous version of baseball. And that was all he was able to do. He was stuck. He could dive past V and call it quits but he really wanted to pass his test and unlock something. He just had to actually land a hit on V.

V, who was defending himself with fire and could easily dance out of the way or smack him with his long reaching cane when all Nero had was a stick he didn’t actually want to use and his ‘arm-or’.

Dammit. He was too far away. But he still had to try and do something.

Motivated, he held his arm out in front of his face, palm facing outward and still in a position to protect his face, resorting to rush V in a fit of desperation. V only attacked with another fireball.

He didn’t know what happened. One second he was lunging his hand forward for the fireball to break against his hand and the next...

...He was holding V, having somehow snatched him up from far away in a big glowing blue fist that appeared from thin air and wasn’t attached to Nero at all.

Nero stared at V and his blue hand in amazement. “Holy shit how’d I do that?”

V trapped in his hold, was looking on him with admiration. “Well done, Nero. You’ve done it.”

“Yeah, I did!” Nero exclaimed. “But...I don’t even know how!”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out now that you’ve done it once.”

“Yeah...I guess so.” It was weird; his brain was wired for two arms and it wasn’t really sure where the third one was coming from. The best he could do on moving it was moving his actual right arm around and having the blue one mimic the movements.

When Nero was lost in his experimentation V, still suspended in the air, cleared his throat to get his attention. “Ah...Nero? Perhaps you could let me down now?”

“Oh!” Nero said sheepishly. “Right, right, uh, sorry.” He stopped then, not sure how he was going to put him down. “Um, maybe if I do this...?” He decisively pushed his hand palm downwards.

V slammed down hard into the ground with a grunt. Nero was so surprised his blue hand dissipated and he rushed over, eager to help V up.

“Holy shit I am so sorry are you ok?”

V pushed himself up, propping his cane in the dirt to support him. “Don’t be, Nero.” He stood up, dusting himself up. “That ability of yours. That is exactly the type of strength that I was hoping you would unlock. With this, you are able to aptly defend yourself.”

Nero’s face lit up. “Wait, so, does that mean I can leave now?”

V looked away, reluctantly nodding. “Yes, it will do. But,” he paused, holding up a finger to stop Nero’s pre-emptive cheering with his arms pumping excitedly in the air. “You can leave tomorrow. After you’ve had a good night’s rest and have eaten your breakfast.”

That sounded good to him. He nodded. “That sounds fair.”

“And Griffon shall be coming with you,” V added.

Nero made a face. He was trying his best to avoid the talkative loudmouth when he was staying here. But he guessed he did need a guide out there, considering his track record with the puzzles. “Yeah, ok,” he mumbled unenthusiastically.

V nodded. “Good.” He turned around. “Come. Let us return home for now.”

***

Nero was so excited he almost couldn’t sleep that night. And when he woke up, he sped through breakfast, impatiently fidgeting at the table as he had to wait for V to finish as well. He still had on his same outfit, V working his weird magic and having it continue to stay good as new during his stay.

They went down to the big door, V unsealing it with some magic voodoo and leading them down another long hallway until they were suddenly outside again, Griffon immediately flying up to stretch his wings.

Nero frowned when he noticed that the path abruptly ended in a dead end cliff, the only other thing of note being some sort of apparatus set into the ground. He knew he was in Hell but...the goal was to go up, right? And not further down? “Wait...where am I supposed to go now?”

“Fear not Nero, I shall open the way for you.” He brought out a stone wheel of all things.

Nero spared a moment to irrationally think, ‘Am I gonna drive something?’ before V continued.

“And with this wheel, it will lead to your destiny,” V proclaimed, brandishing it in the air for a moment before settling it into a slot in the apparatus and allowing it to activate.

Nero rolled his eyes on how extra that was. He crossed his arms, huffing impatiently as he watched the wheel mechanism flip over and sink into the ground then flinched as it suddenly shot out a beam of light with a roar. As soon as it stopped, he heard a loud groaning noise in the distance, growing closer as a shadow fell upon them.

“Uhh...V?” Nero started. V ignored him, remaining where he was and looking out at something in the distance. Nero hesitantly started moving backwards.

A giant boom rang out as something heavy landed in front of them, rather than on them as Nero had feared. It still made him jump, half crouching with his right arm raised over his head protectively. He braced himself through the heavy gust of wind it released, bringing a cloud of dust with it. He squinted through it, gradually coming out of his pose as he realized what he was looking at.

It was a bridge. A long one, extending out into a fog until he couldn’t make out the details. It had a wooden base, with each side having tall stone railings adorned with spikes on the top. There were chains attached intermittently down its length, attached to something too high up for Nero to make out.

“Well, here we are. Now, Nero,” he said, gearing up for some last minute parenting advice. “Take this bridge to the other side. You’ll want to head straight to the king’s castle –the path is fairly straightforward –and make sure you speak to the king himself. You’ll have nothing to fear from him. He will be able to guide you past the barrier between the worlds and allow you to return home. Remember to keep that branch with you at all times. I’ll ensure Griffon will pick it up for you if you do happen to drop it.”

Oh, huh. He didn’t know there was a king. But he guessed there had to be someone in charge down here. At least V was nice enough to let him know where to go. He frowned as a thought occurred to him.

“Hey, V, why don’t you come with me?” V was a great fighter, better than Nero at least. With him around they’d breeze through no problem.

V looked uncomfortable. “Ah...no. Forgive me, Nero. I don’t often venture outside and I’m afraid this is one journey you must take by yourself. I squandered my window of opportunity. You, however, have a chance to free yourself. Do not worry about me.”

Nero frowned. He suddenly felt bad. V was kind enough to take care of him and now he was about to leave him behind. In hell. “Alright...if you say so.”

Nero gave the bridge a long stare, resolved to take his first step on his journey to leave the Underworld.

“Right,” Nero breathed out. “Well, see ya then, V.”

He had taken a few steps onto the bridge, Griffon sailing ahead of him, before V called out to him again.

“Oh, and another thing Nero,” V called out to him. “Some...advice, for when you do encounter any hostile demons you feel you can’t handle: I suggest you run.”

***

A/N

1) Yes it’s the house. Mission 17 with the S rank photo.

2) Snail or cinnamon butts pie? So I wanted to make the intimidating cake be like the one from the Matilda movie for those of you who’ve seen it.

3) Monster food. Can cram as much sugary junk food and other questionable edible material into you to heal your HP without getting stomach pains or having to deal with toilets. Yay! Heck about cavities though.

4) So, uh, I was thinking along Res Evil 3 remake for the whole Nero’s thought process of his arm going to burst into crazy tentacles.

5) So I finally mention Nero’s wardrobe of having that stripped shirt following his blue and red color scheme. Also that he had shoes. Kind of need those to walk with.

6) There’s your reflection in the mirror. Still you, despite your new arm. Wrong way though Nero.

7) Looked up typical Italian meals.Cappuccino is a breakfast food, and you’re meant to have something sweet and bread related. So...giant stack of toast and jam to feed hungry hungry Nero. ‘I’m mad at you but I’m also not going to turn down free food so fine, I’ll eat it. But I don’t have to be happy about it.’

8) It’s so nice to have someone else here with me. Oh you want to go home? How about I tell you about these wonderful snail facts instead? I have a lot of old books too if you want to read them instead. Or I can show you my favorite bug hunting spot if you’d like? Perhaps I can get started on your education now that you’re settled into your new home.

9) Socks? Scandalous.

10) New Ruins weapon inventory: Toy knife and faded ribbon.

11) Zorro. Pointy end goes in the other person. Nero is not a prodigy swordmaster and doesn’t know how to fight.

12) Was careful to delete and change ‘determined’ to a different word in this fic. This is DMC Undertale so of course the force driving you forward is MOTIVATION.Are you feeling a little MOTIVATED yet?

13) There’s the door to exit the Ruins. Go back upstairs.Prove to me that you’re strong enough to survive. Fight me or run away. I know what’s best for you. Fine, I’ll let you go, I don’t want to hurt you anyway. And no, goat mom, I don’t want to hurt you either.

14) Hello wheel of destiny DMC1

15) Papyrus’ directions to the king.

16) The stick in battle fetch mechanics will now be in effect.

#devil may cry #nero devil may cry #undertale #v devil may cry

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This was my gift for Herosubs. Sorry this was late, I had some issues with my laptop. I took the basic idea I had before and added an idea that my friend joked about and ran with it.

Its V-Tamers Taichi and Masaru.

I hope you enjoy!

“I just know he won’t like this… I can hope he won’t hate it at least.” Taichi said, heading to the front of the store to check his items out.

Besides the previous year, where they were kind of hounded by Taichi’s family on the details of their relationship, they didn’t do much to celebrate the holidays besides eating a meal together in one of their digital worlds. It was an okay thing for the first couple holidays they spent together, until about a day later when Masaru said that he missed family dinners. This lead Taichi to try and make this year a little better by doing a gift exchange. Thankfully, Taichi though, it didn’t take much to convince Masaru into it.

It was only after they separated and agreed to meet up later that he realized how difficult that this was going to be though. What do you give someone that’s not afraid of physically fighting something at least 4 times their size? Not only that, but after dating this said person for the past few years, hates showing much emotion.

After some thinking, and about an hour of just randomly walking around a convenience store, Taichi decided on something kind of personal. It was more of how much Masaru would think its ridiculous.

As he walked out of the store, bag in hand and started walking to the meet up location, he heard a voice shout out from somewhere. “Hey, Tai!”

He stopped walking and looked around, wondering who called out to him. Were they even calling out to him? No one he knew shortened his name before.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a short redhead with a smile on his face.

“Hey you. What did you get? Forget to buy someone a gift?”

“Uhh…” Taichi just stood there and just blinked for a few moments. Whoever this person was not only seem to know who Taichi was, but were rather causal to him. “Yeah, something like that… I’m sorry, people tend to tell me I’m not smart but… Do we know each other?”

The redhead just stared at him for a few seconds before laughing. “Oh man, I needed that. Very funny Tai.”

Taichi started to frown, “I’m sorry, but I’m not joking. I really don’t know who you are.”

The guy seemed to stop laughing when he noticed that Taichi wasn’t kidding around. He started to frown and was visibly upset by his words, “Wh… what’s going on? Who are you then? Because you are certainly not Taichi.”

“No, I am… I’m sorry, but I’m just as confused as you are… let me check something quick, okay?” Taichi asks. Seeing the redhead nod, he pulls out a small handheld device. He started typing and after a minute, read something that made him sigh, “Yup, that’s the last time I let Masaru use this too. He entered the location wrong… Ugh, I guess I should be thankful we are in at least a human world.”

“I… Uhh… what?”

Taichi started to chuckle and put away the device back into his bag, “Sorry for the confusion, what is your name?”

After taking a deep breath and shaking his head, trying to wrap his head around the situation, he replied “Koushiro Izumi.”

“Nice to meet you Koushiro, sorry for the confusion. Want to go someone and sit down? I’m kind of hungry and I’m guessing you would like to know what’s going on?” Taichi asks with an apologetic smile.

Koushiro gives a small smile back and nods, “Sounds good, I would like to know what you mean by ‘a’ human world.”

XxXxXxXxX

“I hate this…” Masaru was muttering to himself, walking around aimlessly in a store. “Knew this was a bad idea.”

He does actually like the idea, but he doesn’t like the helpless feeling. The problem was that he couldn’t find ANYTHING appropriate to give to Taichi. He was the only one that had access to the human world between them. If he wanted anything, it was easy enough to go get it.

That and he felt incredibly tacky receiving money from his boyfriend to get a gift FOR said boyfriend. Again, he could easily just get it himself if he wanted anything.

'It’s the thought that counts,’ Masaru could hear Taichi say inside his head. As much as Masaru would hate to admit it, he really did love his goggled idiot.

That also was a reason he was okay this this, seeing Taichi’s smile. Things changed in him after the last Christmas with his parents. While feeling slightly harassed by Taichi’s family, Masaru did admittedly felt a little nostalgic for a family get together. After mentioning that in passing, Taichi made it his goal for a while to use their transporter to get Masaru a visit back to his world.

They tried multiple times getting into Masaru’s human world, but all were failed attempts. The gate was still closed. Masaru was the only one who wasn’t torn up about the countless fails. He knew the risks of going into the digital world. Taichi was still upset after a year later, and wanted to do something special this year between them.

Thus we have Masaru, leaving yet another store empty handed, annoyed and trying to calm down. He went walking down the busy sidewalk, dread filling him. What if he just didn’t find something he liked?’

“I knew I should have asked Zero if he knew of something Taichi would have liked,” Masaru said, then realized that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. “I hope he doesn’t expect something goo..”

He trailed off, noticing Taichi walking a little ways ahead. Masaru thought it was weird that he was wearing different clothes, but guessed that he just went home and changed or something.

Masaru increased his speed to catch up, noticing that Taichi was also empty handed as well. Was he having issues finding something as well?

“Yo, Goggles!”, Masaru exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Taichi’s shoulder. “Just left the folks place?”

“Uhh…” Taichi slowed down to a stop, confused. Whoever this person was knew who he was, and knew that he used to wear goggles. That and they felt comfortable enough to get really close to him, it was a little weird, “Yeah… I’m sorry, but… Do we know each other?”

Masaru gave him an annoyed look, “… Haha, funny. Sorry, but I’m having issues finding something. Are you having a hard time too?”

“Dude, I’m not joking, I… Really don’t recognize you. Who are you?”

Masaru stopped and let go of Taichi, staring at him, “Are you saying you are not Yagami Taichi?”

“Yes I am but…”

“But what?”

“I’m being serious, I have no clue who you are.”

“Why are you doing this? Are you telling me then that I’m just wasting my time looking for something for a total jerk?”

“Dude, calm down, and lets talk through this.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I’m not the one whose pretending I don’t know who my boyfriend is!”

Taichi started looking around, noticing that they are drawing the attention of everyone on the sidewalk. People were whispering and recording their 'fight’ on their phones, “Dude, seriously, just take a deep breath and calm down. I’m sure we can just talk this out respectfully. Plus… this is a little awkward. I don’t really want to be outed by someone who isn’t my boyfriend.”

Masaru glares for a minute, then reluctantly nods and takes a deep breath.

People started to ignore the two, and went about their day again like nothing happened. Taichi let out a sigh of relief, “Ahh, good, that… really didn’t help me out.”

After feeling a little more relaxed, Masaru replied “Sorry, didn’t mean to stress you out too… whoever you really are.”

“Well, you seem to know me, which is kind of confusing. As well as know that I’m gay, so even more weirdness is at han…” Taichi trailed off, hearing his phone go off. He pulled it out and saw it was a text from Koushiro.

'Taichi, sorry for bothering you. Don’t know if you are in town, but just giving you a heads up that someone might come up to you and claim to know you. I did the reverse a little while ago to someone who is you but is from a different world.’

Taichi read that over and over again, trying to wrap his head around that. He looked up and noticed that Masaru was also on some device, looking at a message he got.

“So, I’m guessing that you… got something too?”

Masaru looked up and nodded, “Yup, from my Goggles. Lets see… 'Hey Gloves, just to let you know, we are in the wrong world. Last time I let you set the coordinates, by the way. Ran into someone that knows the 'me’ from this world, and we are talking at the McDonald’s. Come over when you are ready.’”

“Goggles, and now Gloves? What is wrong with just calling each other by your real names?”

Masaru scoffed, “Sorry you don’t like pet names. He likes wearing his goggles, I like fighting and punching. Have a problem?”

“No… just saying, its easier to shorten our names,” Taichi said, smirking. “So, I don’t know about you, but I would love to meet myself. Lets go see our boyfriends.”

“Okay, lead the way,” Masaru replies, nodding. The two started walking towards the fast food establishment, when a light bulb went off in his head. “WAIT! You are Yagami Taichi!”

Taichi gave him a weird look, “Yeah, and… what?”

“You are just what I need!”

XxXxXxXxX

About a hour later, and going a few places with his not boyfriend, Masaru and Taichi finally get to the meet-up location.

“I can’t thank you enough for this, I just hope that he likes these,” Masaru said, with wrapped gifts in a bag, and another bag of snacks. Turns out no matter what universe they went to, digimon love their food.

“Glad to help. You should be safe. If he is me, he probably would love it…” Tai said, shaking his head. “I’m already trying to wrap my head around the fact there is multiple digital worlds, let alone alternate worlds with different mes.”

“Yeah, well, I hope you meeting my Goggles doesn’t cause the universe to explode or something like that one guy stressed about in that one American movie.”

“I didn’t think about that… Oh well, I’m sure it’s worth the risk!”

They enter the McDonald’s, looking around and finally see their boyfriends sitting at a booth. Masaru walks up and sees his Taichi with a redhead, engaged in a game of Shogi on a laptop.

“… you guys are playing Shogi?”

Tai walked up, confused at the sight as well. “Wait, what?”

Goggles was focused on the screen, finally making his move, “You two took too long to get here.”

“Well, I’m hungry, so I’m going to go order something…” Masaru replied, confused at the sight.

Tai nodded and places their bags next to their boyfriends, “Me too.”

“Hmhmm,” Koushiro responded, intensely focused on the screen.

The Agu-pair just looked at each other and shrugged, walking to place their orders.

“Since when did I know how to play Shogi? I only ever seen Kou get that serious playing Shogi or Go against someone is Ken… another brainiac.”

“My Goggles is a bit of an airhead sometimes. Though, I would like to think he is more tactical than Tohma is.” Masaru said, before placing his order, followed by Tai.

“A genius from your world?”

“Hmm, I guess you can say that.”

They wait until their food is ready and walk back to the table.

The table is quiet for about a half hour, the Agu-pair were making small chat after eating, while watching the game in progress.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” Masaru whispers.

Tai shrugs, “Not really, board games in general aren’t what I’m really good at. Let alone ones that require strategy.”

“I only ask because this game was going for about…” Masaru pulls out his phone and checked the time, at least forty minutes at this point. How long does this game take?”

“No clue, but I’ve seen Kou and Ken go at it for about an hour and a half one time.”

After twenty more minutes pass by, Masaru started to doze off while Tai decided to get refills on food and drinks for them. While waiting for his order, he heard a voice shout something out, and who it came from shocked him.

“Checkmate!”

XxXxXxXxX

“I still can’t believe you kept beating Koushiro at Shogi,” Masaru said, laughing.

“Neither could they,” Taichi replied, chuckling at the memory of Koushiro’s reaction after the first loss. “That was a fun visit, we should do that again sometime.”

They spent about another hour having a interesting double date. Eating mediocre food, chatting, and played some games together on Koushiro’s laptop. Including a rematch or two of Shogi, from a Koushiro who refused to admit defeat.

“You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type, spending most of your time with Koushiro. Sitting side by side, playing with each other and everything,” Masaru joked.

Taichi smirked, teasing Masaru a little, “I don’t know, I think me and Zero could take on Taichi and his Agumon, and I can have Koushiro all to myself. He is rather cute.”

“No need to be so mean to me, Goggles,” Masaru said, pretending to be upset.

Taichi gave him a small smile and hugged him, “You are the only one for me, Gloves.”

“That better be the case,” Masaru said with a grin, giving a half hug.

After the separated from the other pair they went back to Taichi’s digital world. They gave the bag of snacks to Zero and Agumon as an apology for spending the entire day away. The two made quick work through the snacks and shortly afterwards fell asleep at the camp they had set up.

“So… want to exchange gifts now?” Taichi asks nervously. “I know it’s not quite Christmas yet, but since when have we done things normal anyway?”

“Sure,” Masaru nodded.

They went and grabbed their gifts they had, and sat by the fire they have going.

“Okay, you go first, because I’m not sure if you will even like this,” Masaru said, handing his gift over to Taichi. “To be honest, I had a little help from the other Taichi.”

Taichi looked at the badly wrapped gift and smiled, “I’m sure I will love it.” He unwrapped his gift and grinned when he saw the contents. “Soccer equipment!”

“Yeah, turns out other you loves his soccer. So he knew where the best place to get good quality soccer equipment was.”

Taichi laughed, “I love watching soccer games, but never actually got around to play myself. My friends never seemed interested in learning.”

“Sorry I got you something so… useless then,” Masaru said, chuckling sadly.

“No! Masaru… you could have gotten me a socks and I would have loved it,” Taichi said, giving Masaru yet another big hug. “I always wanted to play with someone, even if it is just casual childish way. Would you be willing to mess… you know, no matter how I word this, its going to sound dirty”

Masaru laughs, “Yes, I would love to play with you and your ball… and I guess we can play some soccer as well.”

Taichi just shakes his head with a smile. He was used to Masaru and his antics at this point.

He leaned over and grabbed his bag that had his gift, “So, I… I know you won’t use these. It’s more a badge than practicality anyway for me even… I…”

Taichi shook his head and just handed the box over.

Masaru took the box and opened it up. He saw the contents and his eyes widened, “You got me some goggles?”

“Yeah, I know that’s my thing, but… well, my goggles are specail to me because they… they were given to me from my grandpa, and… they were a symbol of courage. It’s not so much I think you need it, but… you certainly deserve your own pair. I got help to change the band to orange since it seems to be your color.”

“Hmm, you’re right… I don’t need these things to show I have courage. I actually punch things to have Agumon evolve. Plus we can’t both be goggles.”

Taichi lets out a small forced laugh. He knew that Masaru wouldn’t like it, but he gave him goggles anyway. What was he thinking? He looks down at the wood burning in front of him, “Yeah, I know, sorry for getting you something rather dumb the more I think on it. Thank you for the practical gift, and sorry I wasn’t able to get you something nice as…”

Taichi was cut off by Masaru, who decided to glomp him, knocking them over on the ground. Looking up, after getting his bearings again, he noticed Masaru leaning over him, a huge smile on his face, and actually wearing the goggles.

“Dummy, did you really think I hated them that much? Come on, give me some credit here. I knew how much yours meant to you, you already told me that story about your friend.”

“So… you like them?”

“Well, I would be lying if I said I think I’m able to pull them off, but…” Masaru trailed off, giving him a small smile. He started to lean down to give Taichi a kiss, “Yes, I love my goggles that my Goggles gave me.”

Taichi returned the smile, and started leaning up to meet Masaru’s lips.

After a few minutes of kissing, they started feeling a little uncomfortable on the ground and pulled away.

They re-orientate themselves to a sitting position, and Masaru’s wraps his arm around Taichi’s shoulder.

“So… do they do anything funny, like allow the wearer to see secret digital stuff, or see people naked or something?”

Taichi laughs and leans on Masaru, “No, those are mine, I only got you the basic model. Be a good boy this next year, and I’ll see what I can do to get you that upgrade.”

The two stay like that for a while longer, eventually passing out. Both happy that this year, Christmas was very unique and special.

@herosubs, your gift from @billpanda

#digimonsecretsanta2017 #submission #billpanda #herosubs

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velvetchen · 7 years

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11 Questions Tag

so i was tagged thrice (!!!) by three lovely people, thank you so much!! i couldn’t decide which set of questions to do bc i didn’t want to leave any out so i did all three! thank you again for tagging me!

i’m putting my questions & tags right at the top so y’all don’t have to scroll through my 33 questions of rambling lmao

rules: answer the 11 questions from the person who tagged you and then make 11 more for the people you tag.

edit: i was tagged again, so i decided to come back and add on to this and i noticed tumblr didn’t actually tag anyone so yeah i fixed that now rip

here are my questions!

1. Book/movie/art piece that made you think the most and why? 2. What’s your favorite physical/personality feature of your bias(es)? 3. What colors and smells reminds you of home? 4. If you could only listen to 30 seconds of one song for your entire life, what song & time interval would it be? 5. Languages you'd like to learn? 6. What are three pieces of advice you’d give to 30-year-old you? 7. If you bumped into your bias on the street and you had no idea who they were, what would your first impression be and what would you do next? 8. Ultimate holiday itinerary? 9. You go to your bias group’s concert, and you’re one of the lucky fans invited on stage for a ~special performance~... what do you do? 10. What made you first notice your bias? 11. Do you have any bad habits?

tagging 11 people: @blushtones @sehunsface @whimsical-ness @yeoleow @fuck-me-up-fam @romantichen @xingmithefool @honeyjongdae @ineedyixing @dropsofletters @chanyoel

sorry if you’ve already been tagged / you don’t wanna be tagged!

@dragon-dust !! thank you love

What’s your favourite flower?

hmmm i’ve said this before but i do love pink lilies! i also love hydrangeas and orange blossoms and i think the skeleton flower is cool as heck (it’s a flower that turns crystal-clear when wet)

Sunrise or sunset?

i like sunrises bc it’s colder and there are always a lot of bugs around at sunset...not to mention it gets dark really quickly!

Favourite childhood piece of music?

mmm a lot bc we used to listen to a lot of music!! but anything by michael jackson or lucky ali is v nostalgic to me

Name a character from a book that you can’t forget.

i don’t have one from a books (rip i’ve never properly liked a book character) but the magician from the webtoon annarasumanara kind of stuck with me? i just felt so sad for him & he reminds me of what i don’t want to end up being

Pictures or gifs?

pictures!

Is there any really famous movie that you’ve not ever seen?

ohhhhh boy a lot! i don’t watch movies much and if i do the last thing i’d watch is romance/comedy/etc so i haven’t seen all those ‘classics’ like the notebook and legally blonde and so on... i’ve never seen high school musical either (or any of those disney channel shows)

Clean desk or a messy one?

it starts off clean and then it gets messy lmao

If you could start again and change only one thing, what would that be?

i would love myself more, and i would’ve made an effort to speak all my languages :(

Five things, one desert island for the rest of your life. What do you bring

(assuming i can’t bring exo) uhhh, because i’m practical: a good knife, large sheet of tarp, indefinite number of matches, clean clothes and something to hold water

Favourite way to spend your free time.

wasting it tbh... but i love having long chats w my friends

Would you rather be able to fly or walk through walls?

i’d fly bc walking through walls would be a lot more easier to get caught at... @technicallymilkshakes !! (i love these questions!)

You’ve been friends with your bias for some time now and you’re pretty sure there’s some mutual attraction between the two of you. How does this attraction get resolved? Does someone confess (who)? Is it more physical? Do you agree to remain just friends? Or does it stay unresolved?

okay okay ASSUMING this ever happens ... i’d confess! i don’t like keeping things that could change my life. even if i wasn’t sure they liked me too. i’d go for a half-relationship/half-friend thing?? bc i hate proper relationships

Do you have a recurring daydream you like to revisit? What is it?

yep! plenty hahaha. i have one where Ambiguous Person and i are hiking through the woods, another where we’re trying to ballroom dance and then one where we’re forced to share a bed... you know the one... (SORRY i’m so soft when it comes to romance)

How did your bias become your bias?

ahhh okay at first my bias was jongin?? bc i usually like the dancers? and i was watching a lot of exo-k so i didn’t even know about jd but like... i watched a couple of lives and his voice just got me... and then of course all those ‘try not to fangirl’ challenges that sucked the life out of me

What’s one song from your bias group that can always make you happy?

i love love love replay! especially the live ver. where they all cried... i cry everytime i hear it too?? and the whole lucifer album also (surprise!! my bias group isn’t exo lmao)

Are you right-handed? Left-handed? Ambidextrous?

right-handed! i can write w my left hand but not for long periods of time

You call in to the radio show your bias is a guest on. It gets picked up and now you’re live on the air. What would you say to them?

i’d say (in my crappy korean) that i love them and i’m so happy i got to talk to them! and that i hope they’re happy and taking care of themselves

What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?

i’ve only been to two :( both of them were incredible though! i saw yanni live & a classical concert by zubin mehta + the australian world orchestra and !!!! mesmerizing experiences! now if i could just see tsfh i’d die happy

What’s your favorite film genre and what are some movies you would recommend from it?

like i said i don’t like films much but,,, i do love space movies and historical settings! i can’t recall any besides interstellar which most people have probably watched

What do you think other people’s first impression of you is? What do you want it to be?

they probably think i’m kind of rude? ;;;;;;;; bc i’m super shy so i don’t talk much at all? also they probably think i’m homeless or something bc i’m always barefoot, my hair’s always messy and somehow i end up getting dust all over me RIP

Is there a book that you’ve given up on finishing? If so, why?

i’ve dnf’ed a loooot of books! most recently, a court of thorns and roses (s. j. maas) & caraval (stephanie garber) MAN i really hated those

You went to a fansign and your bias signed your album and drew a special note + a little doodle just for you. What does the note say and what’s the doodle? Do you show it off to everyone when you get home or do you tuck it in a safe spot and take it out once in a blue moon to reminisce alone?

ldkfns i’m imagining this and i’m SUFFERING but uhh i’d ask him to draw a cat lmao and write something that makes him happy! and the second one! i’m not a showy person so i’d definitely keep it somewhere safe and take it out when i want to remember :’)

@jds1andonly !!

If you could have any exo member as your twin, who would it be?

probably chanyeol bc i need some positivity! and he’d be really fun to talk to and do everything with

Imagine you have one day where you can eat anything you want: what would you eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

assuming this also means no gastric troubles... i’d go to the most expensive vegan restaurants in the world and gorge myself (bc i’m still morally obligated)

What is something you want to do by the end of the year?

oh boy considering there’s only a month and a half left... finish my ongoing series, be done with all my school stuff and ready for my exams in january, and organize the trip i want to go on with my friends after graduation!

What is your dream job?

i wanna be a teacher or a professor! maybe go around the world and teach in poorer regions? i actually have this dream to start an organization for volunteer teaching in low-income areas around the world. after i retire, i want to run a cafe/library in a really secluded place.

What is your favorite part from exo’s unfair performances (any one of them)

oh my godddd they’re all so sickeningly sweet but i like the christmas one with the santa suits and jongdae’s part in the second verse where he goes ‘oooooh oooooh’ with the finger heart? it’s so cute i wanna die

What was your favorite TV show as a kid?

spongebob ndsfnsk obviously...

What is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard about your bias?

this one video someone tagged me in of jd wearing those periscope glasses and screaming??

What is your least favorite food and why?

i haaaaaaate curry leaves they make me nauseous :-/

What TV show have you been watching recently?

does masterchef australia count? i watch it obsessively!!

If you had a superpower like the exo members, what would you want yours to be?

hmm. hmmmmm very good question. probably telekinesis bc it’s really cool and i can move stuff from across the room without having to get up

If you could be in any kpop group, which would it be and why?

just for the concepts? id say exo or vixx for the music but i wouldn’t really fit in lmfao so like maybe snsd or EXID

okay this was super long i’m sorry but i had fun!!! thank you guys for tagging me again!!!

#ahhh i love talking about myself so thanks for this opportunity #tagged #mine

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serensama · 7 years

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To Date #6

EMO CUPCAKE IT’S GONNA BE OK! JUST BREATHE SAERAN… The date will be over soon O_O

*Also in my universe V is always around. Always. Because… it’s V.

Saeran:

- What do you mean he had to take MC out on a date?

- Weren’t they already a couple? Why did they need to go out and prove it to the world?

- HAS LITERALLY NEVER HAD A PARTNER BEFORE HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?

- He chose MC, she chose him = end of story

- End of story + ice cream = super happy ending?

- NO?

- NO

- Damn it.

- Gathering what little pride he had, he dragged himself to his brother’s room where he and Yoosung were raiding in LOLOL, Saeyoung laughing maniacally and Yoosung swearing like a drunken sailor

- “Yo! Baby brother what can I do for you? Wha-Yoosung! What the hell?! We’re on the same team!”

“It was friendly fire”

“You came up and decapitated me”

“… But I did it as nicely as possible”

- Saeran rolled his eyes and went to walk back out, not understanding why he thought it was a good idea to come to them for advice in the first place.

- Saeyoung quit the game much to the horror of Yoosung and the rest of his group to chase after his brother. Yoosung begrudgingly apologised to the guild saying something important had come up and that they’d be back later.

- “Forget it,” Saeran barked to a hovering Saeyoung, “-it’s not important! I just came in to see you guys.”

- Saeyoung knew he was lying because he refused to meet his eyes.

- Then Yoosung started in on “Come on let us help!” and between the two of them Saeran couldn’t get a word in edgewise before he screamed out “FINE! WHAT DO I DO FOR MY FIRST DATE WITH MC?”

- Yoosung and Saeyoung suddenly grew hearts within their eyes as they rubbed their cheeks together and clasped hands

“Oh my baby has grown up”

“Shut up”

“Hyung Saeran has become a man”

“…Like you’re one to talk”

“Do you know where babies come from?”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t.”

“That’s no surprise Yoosung”

“Wait… so, no one is going to tell me!?”

- Sitting down the boys try to tell Saeran how most girls like to go out to eat and perhaps watch a movie or a show… seeing as MC was from the same social circles as Jumin and V she probably enjoyed 5 star restaurants and operas… fancy things fit for a Princess… and she was his Princess right?

- Growling as he skimmed his hand over his face he allowed the boys to tell him where the best restaurants in town were, what he should wear and how he should act: i.e.… be everything that wasn’t him. He didn’t do polite conversation. He barely did conversation. Grunts. Grunts and psychotic laughter was kind of his thing.

- MC liked it anyways.

- He called her and asked her out which surprised her to no end, feeling like an idiot he ended up snarling, “Well didja wanna go or not?” which resulted in her chuckling and agreeing. Of course, she would love to go out with him!

- Borrowing one of his brother’s babies (“If there’s so much as one scratch or one suspect stain in her leather Saeran!!!”) he sped off to pick up MC.

- She was already waiting on the street looking ridiculously ravishing in a light pink dress that matched his hair… did she wear that to match him? That would be… really sweet actually

- Leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek and wiping off the lipstick that marked him (not that he minded) MC happily greeted her boyfriend

- It took a minute before she really saw the effort he went to. Hair quaffed to perfection (thanks to Zen rushing over to make sure he wasn’t going to attack MC during the date- who was then horrified to see the state of his hair as he was about to step out the door), his dark blue suit courtesy of Jumin who had one of his tailors bring something suitable for the date… not one buckle in sight, not one choker…

- It wasn’t that she didn’t like the new look, MC thought he looked incredibly dapper and handsome… but she always thought that about him no matter what he wore, still, she smiled and tried to ease his obvious discomfort by saying how amazing he looked.

- Some tension leaving his countenance Saeran drove off to get to the most exclusive restaurant that needed MONTHS to get a booking- though thanks to V they got one at the last minute (he provided the photography that graced their walls as décor, he always got a seat whenever he wanted).

- He may or may not have accidentally threatened the valet driver instead of tipping him… old habits die hard

- Offering his arm to MC who looked utterly shocked at his showing of manners he didn’t know whether to be offended or amused (definitely… amused, he wasn’t always the most courteous of people and often came off as brusque even to the woman he loved).

- Sitting down he looked around at the place. It was pretty- he guessed. The place looked nice, the staff looked nice, the food looked nice… god even the air smelt nice.

- He hated it.

- He was ridiculously uncomfortable there. People bowing and calling him “Sir”, people pulling out chairs for him like he was an idiot… people looking at him knowing that he didn’t belong in a place like this with a girl like MC. Like he was trash… he’d felt that way all his life he didn’t need to be reminded of it in a place where he was paying for everything.

- The waiter handed them the menu and Saeran opened up the menu and saw that it was all in French… because of course it was… and inwardly groaned.

- The waiter came back and started speaking with MC who gave her order succinctly and then realised that Saeran may have had no idea what he was looking at… with a hand over her mouth denoting her shame she asked if needed a few more minutes to choose…

- “We have the menu in Korean if that would assist you… Sir”

- Bitch. No, you didn’t.

- Squinting his cerulean eyes at the arrogant penguin order taker, Saeran proceeded to order his entire meal and the proper accompanying wine in fluent French. Saeyoung wasn’t the only Choi with a penchant for learning languages.

- Blushing before bowing, the waiter left the two to their own devices.

- MC could see that Saeran was putting on a front for her sake, (not that he had to she loved him for being him- not what he thought she wanted him to be)… she just didn’t want to waste all the effort he had obviously gone through for her sake.

- Their meal came along and it was the tiniest effing thing he had ever seen in his life. Like seriously. He was paying $100 for a piece of meat that was half the size of his palm. What the hell was wrong with rich people?

- As they were about to order dessert he overheard a couple to the far right of them making snooty comments about him and how far had MC fallen to be with someone like him- and oooooh god normally he’d let them have it, but it was their first date and everyone explicitly told him to be on his best behaviour and not embarrass MC by getting into any fights…

- “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know him? Do you know what he means to me? Do you even know who I am apart from what my bank account says? You all disgust me!” MC spat her face contorted with rage.

- She was making a scene; the entire restaurant was paralysed and shocked.

- “Come on Saeran, let’s leave this shit hole, their steak was over cooked anyways and the clientele here leave much to be desired for.”

- His mouth was a little dry from drooling at how hot his girlfriend was when she defended him.

- Wiping his mouth with his napkin before folding it neatly on the table, he sat up and offered his arm to her again. As they turned to leave, just before they stepped off the dining floor, he flipped them all off from behind him and yelled out, “Later jackasses!”

- He finally tipped the valet driver, the only nice person in the restaurant.

- MC was silent throughout the car ride home, her anger palpable. Saeran was disappointed that it couldn’t be like the dates she was used to; he’d have to try harder next time… maybe if he dyed his hair back to its normal red he wouldn’t look like such a punk…

- About ¾ of the way home MC perked up and slapped at his arm for him to pull over.

- It was just a typical run of the mill 24-hour diner where they served the greasiest food perfect after a night on the town… or after an overpriced meal that left them starving.

- They ran into the diner and it was dive, the leather of the booths torn and patched up with duct tape, the floor tiles were streaked with sneaker marks and chipped and the décor so mismatched and hideous he didn’t know what their theme was.

- He loved it.

- Even if it was a shonky looking place it was clean and it was busy so it mustn’t be a terrible place to eat.

- Sliding (squeaking) along the last empty booth in the corner the regulars of the diner looked at MC as if she was the outsider but she didn’t seem to notice or care, her eyes only focused on Saeran. She was doing this for him, he might not know everything about dating or wines or suits but he knew MC- she was a good person and this was her way of salvaging their date.

- They laughed and poked fun at their disaster of an evening, mimicking the confounded expressions of the people as MC insulted them causing them to burst out in breathless laughter- the others in the diner smiling at the cute couple… they were so dressed up surely they came from a Prom or something?

- When Saeran’s order of a chocolate sundae came out along with MC’s giant order of fries, they both sat and ate in silence- Saeran not protesting whenever MC would dip her salty fries into his sweet dessert.

- Really… why did he even bother asking those idiots in the first place? He knew MC better than anyone… and they had already chosen each other… the first date was just an excuse for ice cream.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #mystic messenger head cannon #mystic messenger fanfic #saeran #unknown #saeran x mc #mc #date

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fleabite531 · 7 years

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JVP Netanyahu demo and Official New Friend

Wednesday. Chilled day with Y. He was working from home. I was lazing about and got snuggles during his breaks. Then I headed into SF for Jewish Voice for Peace (JVP) demo protesting Trump’s meeting that day with Netanyahu and their shared values of racism, wall-building and hate-mongering. Was cool to be with other Jewish progressives, though a little disappointed there was only about 40-50 there. It was a 2 hour demo and I was only there for last bit so there might have been more attending in total as folks were coming and going. I liked the connection between zionism and to USA rhetoric and policies on migration and borders, which was expressed in chants and handmade placards.

After the demo a couple of Bay Area friends I had originally connected with from Gaza (from my trip in 2003) met me and I really enjoyed how easy and grounded in affection these relationships are. Partly I think it might be that usa (partic west coast?) culture is more emotionally demonstrative anyway, so i might just be experiencing that and feeling it as “ooo these people like me, its safe for me to open up to them too”. But regardless I’m starting to really value these other reasons for being in bay area besides Y, and this works well as both Y and I like spending time with other people too when we’re together.

I had this waffle/diner food craving, and as this was my last opportunity for it for a while, we headed to Mel’s. Mel’s is both fun, and cliched/OTT, but I’m a tourist and I kinda enjoy the OTT so I love sitting in a Happy Days set! We even used the booth side jukebox! Excitingly someone joined us who I’ve only before met with when I’ve been also meeting her partner who is an old friend of mine. We both agreed that meeting without him made us now Official Friends. She was also excited to be in SF itself, as she does the common Easy Bay resident thing of hardly ever coming over into the city.

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Waffley goodness. And hell yes did I add the extra butter as well as the warmed maple syrup!

Official Friends! And both excited by our food!

Y joined us, and then a bit later New Official Friend, Y and I decided to go for Mexican food in the Mission – hey its my last night! I’m totes allowed 2 suppers! Then we went for a wander and ended up at the top of Dolores Park enjoying the view over the city before grabbing Indian deserts on our way to the last BART back to the East Bay. For I still needed to pack and then get up at 6am for my flight home!

Bus ticket drama

At SFO I was probably over excited by the TSA dog – so cute, though it looked pretty skinny. Luckily the excitement was not reciprocated so I got through security uneventfully, though the same was not true about getting from Edinburgh airport back to Glasgow…

So I’d managed to lose my purse containing my return bus ticket and debit card at Reykjavik airport on the way out. Pop quiz: a) I did the responsible thing and phoned lost property about it as soon as i realised, or b) I procrastinated making the scary phone call and then decided I’d just see them when I transited on my way back home only to find out that the lost property office was only open at 8:30am, was after my 4am-7am transit time? Ooops! Of course I had a chain of backup plans in case my purse wasn’t even in the airport:

1) pick up return bus ticket with bank card in iceland. 2) use debit card stored in chrome to buy bus ticket online and choose sms ticket option 3) use Y’s credit card to buy bus ticket online 4) convert $20 at edin airport (and take on chin the double commission whammy of both converting a small amount and an airport booth – I just need £11:60 for the bus ticket…) 5) once am in uk and time is more respectable (i landed 9am) start calling round friends to either buy me a bus ticket online / rescue me from airport 6) hitchhike – lots of Glasgow folks use Edinburgh airport and I was due to land at peak time (9am)

Ok, fine, so I couldn’t get my bus ticket or debit card… i just drop to option 2. After all I’ve used my card online so often I never even have to look at the CVC anymore. It turns out that my memory of that 3 digits is perfect unless its 5am and I’m on dodgy airport wifi with no way to just look at the back of the goddamned card! Fine, I’ll use Y’s credit card – he’d given me one that was about to expire anyway in case options 1 or 2 fell through. Except it turns out the citylink website doesn’t accept non uk billing addresses. Argh! More time passes and I’m like, bugger this, I need coffee[0] and then realised i could get citylink tickets on megabus website too. So off I go but now I’m struggling with the verified by visa password and Y is busy.

However the coffee was def working – some more googling and it turns out you can buy bus tickets at edinburgh airport’s tourist information booth! They’re bound to accept card payments, and Y’s given me his pin so i’m sorted! There are buses at 9:30 and 10:00 and I’m desperate to just get to my own bed by this time.

[09:00] Luckily our flight lands a bit early and I race through immigration and to the booth (in post coffee alertness at Reykjavik I’d pre-memorised the route from the online airport map)

[09:15] Possibly over sharing I tell the v friendly “welcome to scotland” person that i’ve just arrived back from travel abroad and so don’t have cash yet and so want to buy the bus ticket using my credit card and am hoping to make the 09:30 bus. She says she’s going to make sure she can give me the ticket before taking my money and then has to boot the computer an go through the complex online system. “I don’t think we have to waste time filling in your phone number and email address. I’ll just tick that you refused to give them to me”

[09:18] The printer is jammed and after several minutes she gives up trying to fix the feed and goes to another machine which thank the universe spits out the ticket.

[09:23] I put Y’s credit card into their card reader, but instead of asking for the pin, it says “payment accepted. signature required” and directs me to remove the card. So she prints the receipt and asks me to sign it. I squiggle “Praveen Kumar”[1] and hand it back.

[09:24] She flicks over the card (d’oh! of course she was going to do that! i’d forgotten that was even a thing. when was last time you signed for a card payment???) and the signature panel is blank… “Do you have any other ID with you?” Me, feigning calmness but running lateness “Oh no, I don’t have an other ID with me!”

Lets recap : 1) I’ve told her I’ve just landed off an international flight. 2) As far as she’s concerned she’s addressing a white female with an English accent. 3) The card is for an American bank with an Indian male name.

“Well I think you’ve been kept waiting long enough trying to get it printed. Turn right and then right again to get to the bus stop”

I LOVE BEING BACK IN SCOTLAND!!!! And I am very appreciative that I have bucketloads of white privilege which I am benefitting from – doubt this would have been so easy had Praveen Kumar been trying to use a card with a white chick’s name on :(

Friday – Spontaneous outing to The Lost Boys at amusement park

I arrived home at about 11am. Obviously first thing I did was put the kettle on. Ah tea, now things seem more reasonable. Ok, so I’ve had maybe 6 hours sleep since Wednesday, and I should probably change my clothes, but all I need to do today is stay awake til 8ish, go to the bank to get cash out across the counter, and get a few groceries in for the weekend. Then I’ll sleep like a baby and wake up some time tomorrow, go to the LGBTQ boxing club, and my timezone should be all fixed ready for 12 hour shift on Sunday. By 4:30pm I’ve done bank and shop chores and have cash and am planning a quiet evening and then sleeeeeeeep.

And then, this being Glasgow, a friend invites me to a Glasgow Film Festival screening of The Lost Boys in a secret location, buses leaving from the GFT in 90 mins. So much for the early night plan! Accompanied by motorbikes revelling as they rev their engines to full blast we are transported to M&Ds amusement park. We bump into another friend and play on the rides opened up specially for the occasion, the park packed with excited adults in vampire/hunter dress-up squirting holy-water-pistols at each other on the big wheel and maximal audience participation through a favourite teenage movie. Much glee!

Walking home from the bus, much sleep deprived but very content with how lucky I am to come back to Glasgow, where being “cool” means showing your exuberance, participating to the max. Not sneering, but rather thrilling at and cheering on others’ dorkiness and throwing themselves into the spirit of whatever hijinks is going on.

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[0] food and drink seems to feature a lot in today’s blog… To add more, as wow air doesn’t give any food on the flight I’d packed another really good picnic; hard boiled eggs, oranges, humus and veg wrap (didn’t taste good on the flight though – i know taste buds are supposed to be different on flights), smoked tofu and jerky. This time didn’t have the conveniently under 100mls water-tight containers i had last time, and the liquor store seemed confused about why i’d want a *small* bottle of alcohol (merkans and their super-sizing!) so decided to buy booze in duty-free as obvs you can carry that onto the plane. Except then I realised once aboard that i wasn’t sure if i’d be allowed to carry it onto my second flight if i took it out of the heat sealed duty free bag and opened it. so i relied on snoozing and copious pre downloaded star trek to get me through instead. I’d turned down a pal’s offer of a “medicated” jelly bean which given the TSA doggie (such cute eyes!) was lucky!

[1] Name changed to another Indian male name for privacy reasons.

Homecoming – Last day in SF bay area (JVP netanyahu demo, and /official/ new friend). Bus ticket drama. Glasgow returning – spontaneous outing to The Lost Boys at amusement park. JVP Netanyahu demo and Official New Friend Wednesday. Chilled day with Y. He was working from home.

#gff #glasgow #politics #san francisco #the lost boys #travel

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„Good night, then.“ he said. One could hear he was almost sleeping, but even if he was tired, he enjoyed the conversation they just had had. As all the previous ones.

This was their anniversary. However, they weren't dating. They were just friends. But this was their seventh year of friendship, which started back on the elementary school and was strong and true enough to be retained.

Adam and his family moved to western Slovakia two years ago – his father got his dream job there – that was their first hardship. Since then, they kept in touch by phone. They talked almost everyday, but neither of them tried to neglect their other friends. It wasn't easy, but it worked. They talked trough hundreds of nights since then. This was one of them.

„Sleep well,“ she murmured, with a smile on her face. She turned over on the bed, making the duvets swoosh. Julia just graduated from high school – just that day – and felt really exhausted. She was an A-student all her life, and she remained an A-student on her graduation exams as well. Obviously, he used to say. But it's hard to keep your grades A-s and get enough sleep at the same time. She didn't mind, as long as she got both the A-s and Adam.

He sighed, already asleep at the moment the call ended.

They arranged a meeting. His family invited her to spend a weekend at their house. She gladly agreed. A week after graduation, therefore, she stood on the train station, waiting for the train to come.

Julia enjoys travelling by train. You get to see the country in all of its colours, she says. You meet lots of interesting people, even though some are quite annoying. The only thing she hates are the toilets – stinky, cold and usually with holes in the floor, so you can see the rails underneath the train. If she doesn't have to, she won´t use them. Well, that Friday, she simply had to.

Make it quick, Julia, or you'll die of who knows what kind of infection, she whispered to herself so that she didn't focus on the monotone sound of the train moving. Zip up, open the door and walk as fast as possible, that was her motto. She tried to look calm, although anyone who was watching her would see her eyes wide open and her pale face, and would certainly notice the unnatural way she tried to hide her face with her hand, pretending her forehead was itchy.

Apart from basic human needs, she could enjoy the way to Bratislava uniterruptedly. She listened to music, going through the playlist Adam made for her last summer. She was thrilled to see him, and kept recalling the memories as she listened to the songs they used to sing together in high school. She clearly remembered all those awkward topics they discussed together, from childish fears to sexual maturing.

„I want a woman who allows me to make her happy,“ he said when she pulled out that topic again. „Is there really nothing you want from a relationship?“ she replied, wondering why all the other men couldn't be like him.

„There are a few things, you know them.“

She did. He dreamt about a woman who would never diminish his opinions even if they were foolish. He wanted someone, who would motivate him to do his best, not push him into it. And secretely, he hoped she would be ginger. Julia wasn't ginger.

„I do,“ she smiled when she answered. „I wish a man like you will once love me!“

„I love you, you know that.“

„Not that way.“ They never continued from this point on, even though Julia always wished for him to do so. But not all wishes come true, right?

Adam was younger than her, almost two years younger, but he never seemed to be bothered by that. Neither of them were. He loved music and honest people. Today, it is dangerous to be sincere unless you're also a fool, he said, but he truly admired and respected those, who decided to face that danger. He thought the world wasn't upside down, it was just him who didn't fit in. Having a nice family, lovely sister, happy childhood and clear life goals, he really stood out. He knew what he was looking for in a woman, but sometimes, he thought he forgot some important factors. He couldn't find out which.

Now there he was, standing outside the station, waiting for his best friend to come for a weekend, thinking about their friendship so far. He hoped they would continue the relationship conversation once. He had questions.

The train arrived to Bratislava with a slight delay. She noticed him first. He held a sheet of paper saying „Julia, I hope you can see me!“ and wore the smile that not only Julia, but none of the women at the station could not see.

Typical, she thought while she struggled to go down the stairs with her suitcase. She gave up after a short while and just threw it down on the platform.

„Don't ever bother!“ she shouted, since she knew he surely noticed a red suitcase falling down from the train.

„Okay, I have enough time.“ he answered but he grabbed the suitcase with one hand and made a sigh when he realized how heavy it was.

„I did't know we're so far in our relationship.“

„What?“

„I didn't know you're ready.“

„What on Earth are you talking about, Adam?“

„You know. To live with me,“ he whispered and lifted up her suitcase. „This would probably be all of your stuff, including your computer!“

„Oh, I brought some presents for your family, and you.“

He didn't answer, just rolled his eyes and thought of the huge wasting she probably did last night while shopping. He was happy to see her. Julia was the one and only he let close enough to know everything. Literally.

The plan was to take a bus that went straight to his village. The delay caused them to miss that one, so they gained an hour extra to spend in the city. It was Friday evening, so even getting a salad at the groceries took them 30 minutes due to endless slowly-moving rows. It´s hard to count the coins when you´re drunk, and in the capital – lot of people get drunk. Then they walked to the bus station. Finally, she had her salad and he had her, eating, which was the only period except sleeping when she didn't speak, so it was his turn to talk.

He talked about school being boring, hanging out with friends last week and this girl he's been dating for almost a month now.

„She's gorgeous and smart. Rare kind. I enjoy her company, I just don't know how to speak to her. She's never quiet. Rapport talk.“

She laughed while she tried to pick up a piece of cheese with the plastic fork. Eventually she grabbed it with her hand, looked around the station and put it into her mouth.

„I never stop talking either, and still you can tell me anything,“ she argued.

That was the problem. He knew that. He knew how to talk with Julia. He knew the exact reactions he would get for any kind of confession. He knew all the types of look her eyes could give. Looking at her lips, he allowed himself to believe, just for a second, and returned to Earth. And down here, still, he had a thing with Becky.

They call it relationship. The romantic type.

„It's not the same,“ he quickly murmurred, shifting his focus from her lips back to her eyes again. His mobile rang, the third time that evening, and he recieved another text message. He didn't care.

„Something's wrong?“ Julia knew it was Becky, but she didn't want to force him to talk. She noticed him being nervous about something, but trusted him without asking.

Adam knew she was hoping for an explanation, but he was still creating the proper answer, so he tried to change the topic.

„You tell me. How 'bout John?“

The bus arrived.

„Getting worse. Never mind. We'll talk when we get there. How is it called? The Behind God's Back Village?“

Adam grinned. He grabbed her suitcase with one arm and her with the other one and walked her to the bus. They bought the tickets, shared his headphones, turned on the music and decided to ignore the complicated relationships they lived in, both convinced the other one needed to fix it without their help.

This wasn't the first time they felt this. Both of them have been there before, without the other one knowing. According to statistics, you're most likely to fall in love with your best friend. A strange loop, he called it. An unfulfilled dream in her eyes. It happened a few times during those seven years. They both found a way out in something else.

Julia hoped finding someone more perfect than he is could open her eyes to see his flaws. Result: flawless him, heartbroken her. And she started all over again. Viscious circle. She was getting close to the end of another chapter, named John, aged 22 and nothing what she was looking for. Probably because what she was looking for was named Adam, and lived at the other end of the country.

On the contrary, besides his short relationship, which usually didn´t last much longer than Julia's, Adam was an expert in not caring. Once he decided not to think about it, it usually went great. Except when she was nearby. But that didn't happen very often, so he closed all his attraction for her into a safe.

He kept staring out of the window when he realized the loud music wasn't able to keep him distracted, and he couldn't stop thinking of how lovely Julia's hair is when she wears an updo. It made her look younger, which made him feel better.

They were almost sleeping when they came to the village. The street lighting wasn't enough to break the dark, but sufficient for guiding them to the right house. Although it was a summer night, Julia shivered while they crossed the road and headed to the street. They ran up the small hill his house was at the top of, both eager to talk and listen.

They got in. She took a shower while he heated the food for late dinner. After a short argument they chose a movie to watch, sat down on the sofa and made a silent agreement that they will ignore the film and talk instead. Obviously, she opened the unread-text-messages-topic again.

„What's wrong, Adam? Tell me about it.“

Oh, how unfair that was. She knew he would tell her if she asked him. He did.

Becky was constantly trying to stay in touch with Adam. By constantly, understand 24/7. She kept refusing to go out with her friends, because she wanted to spend time chatting with Adam instead. In addition, she expected him to do the same.

Julia sighed. How ridiculous! Adam is not that kind of a guy you can own! He loves his friends and family and wants to spend time with them, including Julia, of course. Now she understood why his phone was always busy. She felt anger, but didn't know why. Julia wasn't clearly aware of how jealous she looked like since she didn't really care about any of her boyfriends that much as she did about Adam.

„On the other hand,“ he continued, „she is really funny.“ Becky paid a lot of attention to details, which made sense since she was an artist. Adam enjoyed the time spent with her, he just saw no future in them. Becky talked about lot of good things, but Julia spoke the truth to him every time. He knew how bad it was, only the thought of comparing them. What surprised him, however, was that he only thought of how it would hurt Julia, not Becky.

The film took an unexpected turn with the main character pulling out a gun and started shooting, so they muted the television.

„Do you think there's someone out there who will be ideal for us?“ she asked, thinking of John and how she sees no future in them, either.

He smiled sadly, and offered his shoulder for her to lean on. Repaying the smile, she put her head down slowly on his shoulder, grabbing his arm with both hands, and she closed her eyes.

She'd admitted it a long time ago. He knew it from the beginning. Still, after such a long time, they were unable to tell each other. They didn't have enough courage before, and now it was too late – he left.

Now it lingered in the room and they both felt it. You can force yourself to think of something else, but once you say it out loud, it won't come back. But they both desperately needed to say what was on their mind out loud.

She took a deep breath, feeling his warm and spicy scent, and decided to speak out.

„You first.“ That was it? She pulled her inner me into a boxing ring and was beating her up inside her mind for this, in her eyes, stupid and useless start of a conversation she'd been waiting for years. You first. First what? She's the one who has problems! She is unable to stay in a relationship with good guys, because she constantly thinks of a „better guy“. She's the one who has to talk about feelings and hopes and dreams and that they're all connected to Adam. Yet, all she does is she tells him to start. To start… what exactly? She said it as if she knew something was going on with him as well.

The silence was deafening, but not uncomfortable. She frowned since she was angry with herself for her stupid reaction. She was trying to make sense out of it. She remembered all the times he said he loved her, all those conversations about relationships they'd had before. Not that way, she used to reply. It was always her who replied. Always her who stopped the conversation. We all want to enjoy the rain, but we only keep protecting ourselves anytime it rains outside, her Mom used to say. That's what she's been doing for such a long while. It's her fault the conversation never reached its end.

Adam smiled when he understood what that meant. After all those nights spent in guilty prayer to a god he didn't even believe in, just to make sure someone except him would hear what he really feels. After such a long time trying not to think any of it, but it kept coming back, always stronger, always with new shared memories to be used as a weapon against his wall of disinterest. He felt no anger, nor regret. He was happy the moment came and made a decision that later he has to thank that uknown god.

There was only one thing he really needed to say. The rest was already lingering in the air.

„Not that way. That made me crazy. What way then, if not that one?“

Her heart stopped for a second while she tried to put together what he said with everything what she thought. Crazy how they can communicate without saying the actual words, huh? She was so crazy to think he isn't attracted!

None of them moved. Why would they? After all, they had two options and disliked both of them. Is it better to start something they both wanted so bad, thus putting in danger their sincere and clear friendship, or is it right to choose the opposite, work on their pure friendship and letting time show them what to do? The only thing they both knew was they needed to sort out their relationships with Becky and John.

Finally, they started to talk. It went slowly. Confessions, apologies and tears, all welling from the deepest dephts of their souls, well protected and controlled before, helped them realize not only how truly in love they were even before they were aware of it, but also how profusely they must had hurt their partners by not being honest to themselves and each other. They talked through the weekend, spent it remembering, laughing and crying but certainly not regretting, since they knew this weekend was the start of something new despite being the end of the period they didn't have to deal with their feelings. Now, at least, they could fight through them together.

They both broke up. John took it fine, Becky… not so fine. But she's strong, Adam said, she'll be okay eventually. They also made a promise they would never pretend anything again, and that they would always be honest to themselves. They didn't enter into a relationship, obviously, not that weekend nor that year.

Looked like lots of things they were used to suddenly ended. But you always need and ending in order to start again. You need to mark the omega to every chapter of your life you once started with an alpha. Even if you didn't realize the alpha before, once you know it's there, you know you're getting closer to the omega. But that's absolutely okay.

Nothing's wrong with endings, as soon as the story that ended was worth living for.

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