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this-is-a-podcast-fanblog · 5 months

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Sister Cities: Night Vale (Welcome to Vermillion Falls)

A friendly desert community where the sun is bright, the stars have forsaken us, and the moon is a lie. Welcome to Night Vale.

Good evening, Vermillion Falls! Wow, it's been so long since I last spoke to all of you. I think it was... 2014? 2015, maybe? And I don't know when the last time before then would have been. What a wonderful time it is that we get to participate in this tradition once again. Well anyway, for those of you hearing me for the first time, my name is Cecil Gerswhin Palmer, and I am the community radio host of the beautiful town of Night Vale! In case you didn't know, we are your sister city! You'll never meet us, and we'll never meet you if you know what's good for you, but we are united nonetheless by the ties of family. And what could be stronger than that?

Speaking of family, Vermillion Falls, I'm sure you all remember the guy I was telling you about last time I was on the air - Carlos the Scientist. He is a beautiful man with beautiful hair and an oaky voice, who conducts scientific experiments in his lab by Big Rico's Pizza, and he is utterly perfect in every single imperfect way. The last time I spoke to you, Carlos was my boyfriend, and he had recently returned from being trapped in a desert otherworld. Well - then, Carlos and I have gotten *married*! Isn't that the most wonderful news? Isn't that the most fascinating piece of journalism ever to cross your ears? We had our ceremony on the 15th of December, in 2016, at -

Oh, hang on, Vermillion Falls. I've just been handed a press release by my newest intern, Safa. Safa, should I even be reading Night Vale news, if the people of my community aren't going to hear it? Oh well. I guess it can't hurt. More about my husband soon.

But first, a message from the Night Vale Interfaith Crochet Club and Political Activism Coalition. As many of you know, this group advocates for the recognition of crochet into popular culture, as both an artform and a really cool hobby. "We want everyone to know that regardless of what you believe in, we can all get behind making cool stuff out of yarn" said Robin, who is one of the coalition's organizers, and also a priest at the Temple of Hekate out in the sand wastes. "First, you chain to the desired length. Then, you either go back into the second loop from the hook, or you chain extra and yarn over. Then, you repeat your actions to make various stitches. It's great." The Night Vale Interfaith Crochet Club and Political Activism Coalition would like to invite you to their meetings. You can find them every other Wednesday night from 5:01 to 6:07:32, with locations announced every week on their Instagram page. Crochet materials and political pamphlets will be provided. When asked by a member of the press whether knitters would be welcome at the coalition's meetings, Robin hissed, then threw down zir skein of yarn, then vanished into a puff of vapor. So maybe don't attend the meetings if you like to knit.

This has been: a press release.

Okay, listeners, back to talking about my husband. So, Carlos and I had our ceremony on the 15th of December in 2016, and it's honestly hard to believe that that was almost seven years ago already. It feels like yesterday that my beautiful Carlos walked down the aisle towards me, his face all alight with the love we share as we wed in front of our entire town! And now, we have a beautiful baby boy who we adopted. Although I guess he isn't really a baby anymore, since he's about to turn six. Our sweet Esteban is the joy of our lives, and he takes so well after both his fathers. He started talking at eighteen months, but not in the usual baby-babble way. His first word was "I", followed by the words "desire destruction should follow in my wake, and also I would like another Gerber pouch, please." Carlos and I were so proud of him. How many children have a complete sentence at the same time as their first word? Do you know any children like that, Vermillion Falls? Of course not. My Esteban is a truly remarkable child, completely one of a kind. He loves giraffes and other animals, and he also loves to throw tantrums where he hurls his toys around the room and screams at the sky. When that happens, Carlos has to pick him up and rock him back and forth singing "Valjean's Soliloquy" from Les Miserables until he calms down. And it works every time. I'm so happy with my family. I was texting your radio host, Frank Luna, in our town voice group chat, and I sent him so many pictures of my husband. Like this one, where -

Ughhhh, another press release? Safa, I'm doing extremely important work here. I know this is only your first day, but usually press releases are supposed to be spaced out more, and I just did one! No, I totally did. Um, you might think I've been rambling about my family for a really long time, but time is subjective, and I am the station manager here. Okay, fine. Let's see what we've got.

The Night Vale Board of Education would like to announce an update to all their dictionaries. Effective immediately, they will be changing science curriculums to include "guilt" as a step in the scientific method. "Just take a moment to ponder what you're doing," said Director of Emergency Press Conferences Pamela Winchell, who wore a Jurassic Park Hoodie. "And think about whether it's really worth it, whatever 'it' is that you're about to do. Scientifically, I mean. This makes sense to me. Any questions? Yes, you with the clipboard." Several journalists with clipboards began speaking at the same time. "Leann with the clipboard," Pamela clarified. Leann asked her question, which was not picked up by the mics, but which Pamela helpfully repeated back verbatim. "Is our decision impacted by the recent works of Doctor J-" Here Pamela paused and made a face as if she had just bit into the sourest of lemons. "By Doctor Jan-" Pamela paused again and shakily took a sip of water. "I'm going to pretend you said by 'that woman' because that's more tolerable to me. Yes, it is. Anyone else? No? Alright, bye then." With that, Pamela hastily climbed into a car and drove away. Well, listeners, I must say, I completely agree with this decision. Mostly because I texted my husband to ask him what he thought, and he said he agrees too. So there you have it.

And now for traffic.

A car lies alone in a quiet ditch and the driver is still alive. On the back bumper, there is an array of colorful stickers, all pastel and candy-hued. One sticker says "Night Vale Community College Honor Student", a declaration of personal achievement that would be pretentious, were it not so admirable. There is a sticker that says "Save the Bees" and a sticker that says "Shop local" with a little cartoon farmer. There is a pride flag sticker, a nautical delta flag sticker, a sticker of the US flag on fire. The tires of the car are also on fire. Just the front ones. The left side door is dented inward, and already flowers are growing through the rust hole in the open passenger door. It squeaks on its hinges, still swaying, while dandelions and nightshade poke up through the metal. In the rearview mirror, lights twinkle red and blue. The pieces of metal scattered all around catch this light, and reflect it, dancing all over the quiet ditch and the empty road, a dazzling, shimmery display. A moth lands on the windshield, which resembles a disco ball, if disco balls were vaguely rectangular. The lights are getting closer now, and the moth flits away into the night. A car lies alone in a quiet ditch, and the driver is still alive.

This has been traffic.

Alright, so back to my family. Carlos, Esteban, and I live on Ourobourus Road, in the nicest house on our street. We have a backyard where Esteban plays on his jungle gym, and where we can walk our dog, Aubergine. Safa, what is it now? Oh, right. The weather. I guess I have extended the broadcast a little bit too much. Well, Vermillion Falls, let's go to the weather.

Welcome back, Vermillion Falls.

While we were in the weather, I asked my new intern, Safa, to go over the next few media reports to see if they could just kind of condense them down a little bit for me. I did go a little bit over the time limit, but can you blame me? I haven't talked to you all for years! I really wanted to give you updates about Carlos! Anyway, Safa was reading the reports while they poured themself a glass of water from the sink, but accidentally dropped them in. And when they reached to pick up the soggy papers, Safa's arm sank deep underwater. Much deeper than the half-inch of water pooled into the sink. Their entire body pitched forward, and Safa splashed into the sink. They tried to swim back up, to climb back out of the sink and into Night Vale, but instead, Safa resurfaced in the middle of a lake, in the town of Vermillion Falls!

I know this because Frank just texted our group chat. And according to him, no one who's entered Vermillion Falls through that lake has ever left. It's pretty difficult to find Night Vale, anyways, so it's safe to say that Safa will be there with you guys for a while. Perhaps indefinitely. So, please welcome Safa to your town! I'm sure they'll have a great time. At least, I hope so.

And to the family and loved ones of Intern Safa, they weren't that great of an intern, and they kept interrupting me, but they aren't technically dead, so I can speak as ill of them as I'd like. I'm sure they will call you soon. Just probably from a different time zone.

Alright, back to my broadcast about my husband. That's what this was supposed to be, after all, and I think it's fair enough that I can continue it without any more interruptions. So, settle in, Vermillion Falls! I have a lot to catch you up on. So anyway, Carlos's skin is beautiful and smooth, since he uses an incredible skincare routine made up of two toners and a revitalizing serum, and his cologne...

Broadcast continues for three hours.

#cecil palmer #wtnv #carlos the scientist #this was fun to write hope you guys like it #my fic #welcome to night vale #wtnv spoilers #vermillion falls #frank luna #my fanfic #my writing

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papercupids · 2 years

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yandere!hyung line (svt); headcanons

pairing -> yandere!hyung line x fem!reader (excluding woozi because, well, ask lacey)

reaction -> to the reader trying to leave them

note -> please dni if you're not comfortable w yandere topics, thank you.

word count -> around 2k

warnings -> typical yandere stuff? mentions of blood + knives, emotional manipulation.

a/n -> there's a lack of yandere svt content on this app and i'm here to fix it but first and foremost, this is for the loml @haet-sal <3 luv ya

SEUNGCHEOL.

after weeks of throwing tantrums, crying your eyes out, trying not to eat or drink anything he gives you, and flinching every time he even comes as much as 5 ft near you, you had found out it wont work. but you couldn't place if it was because he was persistent or he just loved you that much.

but now, you had adopted another scheme, an act, an act of slowly being coaxed into whatever fantasy seungcheol had been brewing in his mind.

blinking your eyes and smiling at him whem he says he loves you, shaking your head slowly when he offers to take you out (part of the plan was convincing him that you just don't want to go out anymore)

but so far you had been a good actor, you hadn't seen his disappointed face in about a month so you'd say you were safe.

when he leaves for work, he turns the key twice in the lock, and his shoes tap on the porch an exact 12 times as he leaves, this part you've taken away from being deprived of any means of entertainment and he's gone after that.

he comes back around at 6, again the 12 taps and the two turns of the key.

this was a routine, and as much as you wanted to just push past him one of the times when he opened the door, you knew you wouldn't make it quite far so you waited. waited for the right moment to pounce on your freedom.

and it comes in the form of a phone call, a phone call from work you assume but about which you know you'll hear at dinner tonight, but only if you stuck around that long because there were no turns of the key today, just 12 fast paved steps then the engine whirring and he's gone.

you can't believe it! the door was right in front of you and it was open!

you touch the door and trace the lines on it slowly to make sure you aren't dreaming and then push it open, the healthy, warm glow of the sunlight breathes new life into you and your feet are against the wooden floor.

but you should have known better, in your excitement of the door being open, you might not have heard the car pull up again in the driveway. the person analysing you realizes that the smile you've been giving him all the time was a stage smile and this … this was the real deal, pure happiness on your face.

but you've seen him and its too late to go back in and pretend you weren't out so back.

"y/n," he slams the car door shut and approaches you, he's not angry but he's not pleased either.

"can we go back in? please?"

you nod, you've accepted defeat. for some reason you can't move even though you should have, you follow him inside the place you never thought you'd be back to again.

"what were you doing?"

no answer, there's no way you could get out of this.

"were you going to abandon me?"

He's sitting on the sofa now, his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms.

and he looks at you, "abandon me? after all i've done for you? the way i love you?"

you close your eyes and begin "i'm sorry, seungcheol, this won't happen again,"

"yeah, it won't because i'm not gonna leave you alone again,"

JEONGHAN.

jeonghan smiled, he stood there at the empty road, with no actual reason to. but he did.

"baby, i know you're here, it's over, you can't run anywhere,"

you clasp your hand on your mouth, trying not to even breath because you were skeptical you could give yourself away.

even in your shorts and a thin t-shirt, you could not feel the November air on you, that was how scared you were.

jeonghan stood under the golden streetlight, an alley opened up in front of it and that's where he was sure you would be hiding. there's no other place.

the knife he was holding glistens in the dull light as he boringly swipes it across air.

"baby,"

you know you shouldn't have taken the bait, jeonghan never ever does anything without an ulterior motive. you should have known that, learnt that.

so when he purposefully began leaving for menial errands he could have made someone else do for him, you should have known he had plans behind it.

but when you're drowning you won't see if the boat that's saving you has holes or not, you'll jump.

and that's what you did, you jumped.

but unbeknownst to you, he was doing this purposefully, sort of like a test for you.

to check your "loyalty", check if you're trustworthy enough yet.

and he was now… disappointed.

he didn't expect his baby to leave him.

not when he loves you as much as he does, cares for you, makes sure your needs are met, everything he's done for you and you… you betray him?

thank god he decided to do this, because what if, hypothetically you were able to do this without him being here? not that it would happen ever, jeonghan always had his guard up.

he's standing there still and this time with a more sing-songy voice, he calls out to you again.

"baby, come out now," his voice is so sweet, honey almost and you could never imagine what this man was capable of.

jeonghan sighed and looked the rest of the street, was it possible you weren't here?

you finally feel your muscles relax as his footsteps fade a little, but not entirely letting yourself feel happy, you knew you were far from free from him.

but you dared to look out, and it was empty, the street, like he was never even there at the first place.

you slowly muster up courage to step through the dark corners of the alley into the light, just to -

"baby," its like some sound a haunting doll makes, the cold isn't the only reason you have goosebumps all over your body.

he holds out your hand, as if nothing has happened, as if you weren't throwing things at him a few minutes ago in the house.

"let's go home, baby,"

and you look into his eyes, hauntingly mesmerising, but you can't help but fear him so you intertwine your hands with his.

JOSHUA.

you turn the door knob, and in any instance you would be fearing he might pounce on you but right now, you were free and he was the one locked inside his own bathroom, you knew it wouldn't be long though, because the latch could easily be unlocked by banging the door with pressure, you had experienced it yourself.

in any case though, you grabbed the car keys and practically ran to the car, wearing the shoes halfly and pressing the acclerator without even tying the laces, there was no better day to get the hell out of here.

you had no phone, though, to tell your parents the whole story, the whole truth about him but you ran past stop signals to the familiar road usually depressing with joshua at your side and having go pretend all was good and well with you and your fiancè. you can see the diamond shining as you take a turn into your driveway, quickly slamming the door behind you and impatiently ringing the bell.

"c'mon, open the door, quick," you paced around , knowing joshua would be on his way by now, it made you so anxious and as soon as your mother opened the door, you rushed inside and slammed it shut, looking out the window to check if he's there yet.

but you couldn't place the expression on her face as you started trying to explain the whole situation to them.

"are you kidding me, y/n? joshua already told us what you did. to hear about your own ward cheating, and on their fiancè? this is too much, y/n, this isn't how we raised you. and now you're trying to blame it all on him?"

you look around desperately for some sort of an explanation as to why your mother was willing to believe joshua more than you, but then he was ever the charmer.

"you don't understand, mom-"

"yeah, i clearly don't understand why he's still with you, he should have broken it off as soon he came to know but poor guy loves you. so behave because he's on his way to pick you up,"

you try to turn the door knob slowly but your heart sinks as you hear a car pull up in your driveway and then a halt, silence.

"mother-in-law! i'm here,"

JUN.

"sh," he puts his finger on your lips as you attempt to stifle your sobs, undoubtedly, your face was a mess right now, but so was your throat, you'd spent the last 15 minutes screaming your throat out after you had found yourself in binds in a chair, and jun with his knife.

"tsk, tsk," he clicks his tongue slowly, an evil glint in his eyes.

never could you ever have imagined your best friend, the cheerfully shy guy who was too scared to even ask for a extra sugar packets, to be this, this person in front of you. it just messed with your brain.

but then again, you had never imagined that he'd have a crush on you either.

he did look too long at you sometimes, smiking to himself afterwards but you couldn't decipher it. and now the "they don't deserve you," were suspicious.

he plays with the knife slowly, hovering around you.

"wouldn't it have been better for the both of us if you just shut up and accepted my love? i'm not that bad, am i?"

he looks at you, and too scared to dare and defy him, you nod furiously.

"aw, babe,"

you couldn't have imagined this, not in a million years, because even after you politely told him you didn't think of him as beyond a friend, he'd sniffled softly and glanced at you, "can't we give this a try, once?"

"jun, you're great, but that would be injustice to us both,"

and you'd got up and got home, but the next thing you knew, you were here. where apparently screaming doesn't make much difference.

“Us. All I ever wanted was us. Is that truly too much to ask?”

you shake your head.

"not much to talk about today? no more 'wait, that guy's hot' or 'omg, i'd die for this girl'?"

he shakes his head as he kneels down, forcing you to have eye contact with him.

"i was right there! why couldn't you ever see me?"

you couldn't speak. someone you trusted blindly until yesterday was someone you could now imagine stabbing.

and he places a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hell, even my crying couldn't make a difference to you, what kind of a friend are you, y/n?"

"but don't worry, now that i have you, i'll slowly teach you, to love me, and i don't mind you how slow you go, we have all the time in the world," dragging the 'all'.

"you're only mine, now,"

HOSHI.

with a last glance at the home you've been staying in for the past three years, you walk out with a sigh, your chest feeling like it could just drop down at the floor below.

hoshi was nothing if not absolutely loving and caring, just a borderline sweetheart really. but you couldn't bear it anymore, and better, he deserved someone better than you, who could reciprocate that love or who deserved it more than you probably.

but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love him, his constant reassurances, the hand on your shoulders if you were ever worried about anything, the attempts to make you laugh, it was all just irrestible to not fall for.

he had raised your standards high and you couldn't believe you were walking away from such a perfect thing. it was a foolish thing to do.

but what will you even do now? without him to guide you?

what if you're losing him forever after this? because a part of you hoped that he tries to find you.

but what if he doesn't? the idea that he doesn't look for you makes you dread it and you can't sit in that train anymore. you need to go back.

it's not that you didn't think this through, you did, but actually doing it was harder than whatever thing you'd been planning for months and carefully doing it when he wasn't home so you wouldn't have to answer the question that his eyes would obviously hold and the answer that you were looking fot but couldn't give.

it was a pathetic situation to be in, you wanted his love but didn't think you deserved it, but now that you got off on a random stop and looked for the sub back to your apartment, you knew this was a bad idea.

the image of hoshi coming home to the note you'd left him made you hate yourself more, how could you do that to a person wjo had showered you with nothing but love?

and you went back, to the familiar doorway of your apartment, with hoshi standing right there reading the note.

"...what?"

your eyes answer before he can finish his question as tears start streaming down your face, how can you ever leave this person?

this was the face of someone you wouldn't be satisfied with even spending an eternity with.

it was the face of someone you loved, and someone who loved you back, whether you deserved it or not.

and you hug him, "i'm sorry,"

he rubs your back, comfortingly, "it's okay, you're home, that's what matters,"

and you sleep comfortably knowing you're loved and safe with him, that no matter what happens, even if the world ends tomorrow, you'd have him.

the next morning, you wake up with a strange, tight sensation around your wrists.

“Good morning! Sleep well? I hope the bindings aren’t too tight. Did you know you’re quite the restless sleeper?”

"hoshi? what's with the bindings?"

"well, i need to make sure you don't run away again, did you know how worried i was last night? i thought i lost you, really,"

he cups your face.

"i don't want to lose you again,"

WONWOO.

your boyfriend's bestfriend, if someone asked you, you'd reply in adjectives. nice, calm, sweet and caring. it was what you noticed of him when sometimes you'd hang out together, its what you would tell somebody if they were interested in him.

"...wonwoo, i love mingyu, you're my friend,"

you weren't bound or anything, just sat down on the floor of his apartment by choice, he'd have you sitting on the most expensive of chairs if he could, but strangely you still wanted the love of the man who clearly didn't love you the way you deserved to be loved? how was that possible?

his black hair covered his eyes a little but you knew his eyes were red.

"no, i won't have it. you don't deserve him! i can be better than him!"

albeit you had found out that he was cheating, you couldn't let go of himself and certainly not fall in love with his best friend that just seemed like a weird foundation of a relationship. and you tried to explain it to him again.

"wonwoo.."

he doesn't respond, instead just gets up from his seat on the side of the bed and walks out, slamming the front door shut.

immediately, you jump to your feet and pick up your bag from the bedside table, something you'd been eyeing in the dimly lit room since you sat in the corner. and there it was, your key to freedom! your phone!

emergency contact, mingyu. swallowing your pride, you dial the number, it rings and rings but gets sent to voicemail.

way to mess up again, mingyu.

"he won't pick up," wonwoo swipes the phone right out of your hands.

you get back on your alert mode, distancing yourself from him as much as possible.

"i've called the police, stay away,"

"wrong, you only had enough time to call your precious mingyu who didn't even pick up,"

and that's when he turns on the lights, his grey shirt is splattered with blood.

"oh, don't worry, this blood isn't mine, i have a gift for you in the car,"

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dribs-and-drabbles · 7 months

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Observations on ep 11:

I missed some details last week, so I'm going to try to be more observant today...let's see how I go.

Move on? 😦 Move in?! 😲

Loving the YOLO shirt 😂 I know it's the name of the bar but still...

YO SPITTING TRUTHS 😂😭 "I think my chances of winning the first prize lottery are greater than having an ideal boyfriend". I feel so called out...

Has anyone mentioned the iconic couple shirts that Yo and Plug are wearing in the credits?!

Also, I need more April in the show. (And hello, Nonnie's tattoo!)

Yeah, I stand by what I said to @grapejuicegay in our dms -> Mew does not love Top anymore. If he thinks he does it's more that he's in love with the potential of what they had...but that's all but destroyed. Mew (and Top...and Boeing tbf) need to move on (Ah! The ep title!), I bet they won't though.

I need Dan to be happy... Where's Poppy? I need him to come in and sweep Dan off his feet.

Hello Meen! 🔥 She's gorgeous and so young. Oh oh! Dan could meet her and have a noona romance!

Khaotung Thanawat what the fuck is your face (I will forever think this when he cries, thanks kk!)

Sorry to lay down some facts but you can't guarantee that anyone will stay with you after 3 months, 6 months, or a year. It doesn't matter what you've been through together, this is something you can never predict. And so that can't be the reason for not being with someone - and this goes for Yo as well as Boeing/Mew, because Yo was afraid that Plug wouldn't stick around.

And therefore, that's the correct question Mew - "Can I trust you, Boeing?" And it's not really about trust. It's about making a choice every day to be with that person regardless of what the future might hold.

Boston, Nick, and that random extra basically did that meme 😂

ANOTHER ONE FOR THE KISSING CHARTS!!

But also, I'm loving flirtatious confident sexy Nick. Such a development from when he met Boston.

MVP NICK!!

Oh so many parallels are paralleling this ep. Boston telling Atom he can't fall in love 'just because he's the first man he slept with'...which is what Nick realises he did... Oh DELICIOUS.

I'm glad we got an explicit 'no one person can turn you gay, it's just who you are and always have been'. A+ show, A+.

Poor Atom, but I think he got enough comeuppance. Well done Nick, really.

Sand is cute with the kids but I have to just say this kind of teasing/fabricated truths messed me up as a kid. Why can we just say what really happens rather than make up a lie to make kids do what they should do? Maybe I was too impressionable (or gullible) but I used to freak out at anything that could have been bad for me if someone told me it was 'dangerous'. Anyway, back to the show...

Top what are you doing there?! You've not been invi-

IS. THAT. THE. STRIPY. LININ. SHIRT?!

Hold on.... *wheezing* I can't... I... That's nine people now, NINE, who have worn this shirt. And how has no one tagged me about it yet?!

Wait no, I'm not over it yet. I can't believe that fucking shirt has shown up again. I can't deal with it.

Yes, Top, yes I do... Because it means Top and Mew have matching couple shirts...much like Kawi and Pisaeng. smh

Ok, back to the show proper. Mew, you know you have not given Top a chance. And he's right to walk away.

What is Boeing's agenda??

Ok, I see you black and white vests...with the heart of the bed frame between you...

Yes, Force. That's what I want to see. Love the vulnerability.

If I had a nickel and all that... Another couple talking about travelling the world together.

Oh I have totally seen this t-shirt before. But dammit I don't recall where. HIVE MIND ASSEMBLE!

(And now I'm questioning if I've seen Nick's shirt somewhere as well... I take back what I said earlier, I want to be less observant).

Look, I've moved in with partners two times in my life with the main reason being 'it'll be cheaper/I'll save on the rent' and I can categorically say that I don't think its a good idea. MEW, DON'T. Move in because you want to, not because it's cheaper.

What in the Mew/Top/Boeing storyline is happening with the Ray/Sand/Boeing plot?! More parallels. Boeing is like the little leprechaun who wheedles his way into other people's relationships, casting a magic spell on one to stir shit up for the other.

Why is Ray doing this? Why is he so jealous? And did he just drink alcohol even though he's in rehab? Oh! Is he finally going to get the threesome he's been asking for?! 😂

Well...going by the preview for ep 12, I don't think so. But his jealousy escalated worryingly quick 🤔

Even though not as brilliant as last week, this show is still fantastic. However, I just can't get over how the Thai Communal Wardrobe is upstaging everything for me 😂

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ofts ep 11 #I'm still wheezing #THAT STRIPY LININ SHIRT THOUGH #what brand is it?!#the shirts are either dirt cheap #or the company paid big bucks for it to be used so much #sorry to keep going on about it I guess...#but blame the production companies not me #khaotung thanawat what the fuck is your face

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bungoustraypups · 8 months

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Fictober Day 6: "I can't wait for you." Rimbaud/Verlaine (BSD)

@fictober-event

Prompt number: 6 - "I can't wait for you."

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Coma, Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Notes: ever since reading stormbringer a few months back i've had thoughts on how to fit the pre-15 arc events into bspverse and this fic is the beginning of that! this fic is set during what would be like... the events right after chuuya was taken from the facility. except this is in BSPverse, so paul & arthur never fought over chuuya but the explosion still happened. hence the coma arthur is in

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Arthur Rimbaud has been in a coma now for two weeks, five days, ten hours, and thirty-five minutes, and not once during that time has Paul Verlaine - his husband of barely a month prior to that incident occuring - left his side. Even now, he sits next to Arthur's hospital bed with both of his trembling hands wrapped tightly around his husband's single one, his head resting on the cot next to him as he stares with empty eyes.

To say that he is "sad" would be to severely underestimate and misunderstand Paul's feelings. There is no word strong enough in any of the languages he knows to describe how he feels. After all...

Arthur is the only link to his humanity that he has left. He is the only person who can affirm what little scraps of it he has within him, the only one who can prove to him that he is more than just lines of code, arranged in a believable-enough humanoid shape.

The heart monitor beeps monotonously, serving as a hollow metronome. Paul's grip tightens on Arthur's hand.

"...I know that- the statistics say, there is only a 2% chance that you will come back to me," he says. His voice is heavy and rusted from disuse (he hasn't spoken much over the past two weeks, five days, ten hours, and thirty-eight minutes, after all, as the one person he'd ever really spoken to of his own free will cannot respond to him), but he thinks now that there might be some therapeutic use in speaking to the man right by his side and yet so far away at the same time, anyway.

Paul swallows heavily. "Statistics are numbers which govern our lives, but they are numbers nonetheless. If there is anything you have taught me after all these years... it must be that humans are more than just numbers."

He tilts his head up just a little from its position on the bed.

"I cannot wait for you- to come back to me. To prove the numbers wrong- just as you have done to me so many times, before."

#bsd #rimlaine #rimbaud #verlaine #my fic #my writing #fic #fictober 23 #fictober23 #fictober 2023 #fictober2023

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cozycreaturescorner · 9 months

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OK. actually officially trying to slowly come back to my Tumblr now! I'll likely be cleaning out a bunch of stuff in the next few days, and hope to start posting more regularly again!

some updates:

-i'm attempting to learn how to tap dance

-i just started ritalin a few days ago at the suggestion of my psych and woww I can't believe everyone else has refused to prescribe a stimulant until now! my pain is actually pretty manageable and I already feel a bit more even-keeled

-i initiated getting back in touch with the only cis man (and probably sweetest person) I've been with (we've both tried to meet up again over the years to no avail); we're trying to find time to hang out soon under the guise of likely a concert or parafencing lesson

-i finally had the appointment with my geneticist I waited nearly a year for, and he 100% believes I have a connective tissue disorder. i'm battling insurance to cover the DNA testing he ordered though, so I still don't have an official diagnosis

-i got a reasonable chunk of money deposited recently from a covid relief grant for individuals in the arts!

-i'm trying to get in contact with the local commission on disability to actually make concrete steps towards fixing the myriad of accessibility issues I've encountered around my town and am unfortunately only just noticing as a part time wheelchair user

-I saw TWO different broadway musicals (Chicago and Some Like it Hot) in the past couple months (payed for by my estranged and disgusting dead grandfather's will money. the only good thing anyone got from him)

-i'm so much stronger and better in my wheelchair now that I have power assisted wheels-this shit is amazing (I've already ridden 40 miles in total with them)

-i'm auditioning for a play for this season with the triple bonus features that it's right in town, about queer shit, and had an audition form that asked me about my access needs and (then casting folks who informed me) how they could meet them

-i'm in the process of trying to get SSDI so I can actually have closer to enough income every month to support myself independently and move out of my parents' house

-my testosterone is extremely high and yet after 6 years I don't look extremely masculine: a medical mystery. I inject .30ml IM once a week, which should put me at the lower end of the average cis guy range, but apparently my levels are markedly higher than that (the high cis t level of 1,070ng/dl vs. my recent level of 1,3011)

#em is yelling #it's been a whileeee and i missed this place a lot tbh #i've been dealing with addiction n mental health stuff a lot the past few months to be honest #so it's been hard to keep with some people and things in my life unfortunately..sorry i was gone for so long!#send in some questions if you feel like! i'm probably gonna clean out some bot followers and such through the evening so feel free to say h

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notafunkiller · 12 days

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This is my first time here. I believe we've interacted on other SM & I've always enjoyed your level headed approach. For my two cents:

As someone who is closer to Sebastian's age than most of his fandom, and have experienced relationships in my late 30s-early 40s, what they exhibit is NOT a 'mature' relationship. You do not go from one relationship where you are photographed w someone's hands up your pants and 6 months later always make sure to walk with enough space between you & your partner to drive a truck thru, or use something convenient like bags, a phone, a dog or just fiddling w your hat, to avoid holding their hand while they hang off your arm or hold your finger like they're pulling a tired child. Or hardly EVER be photographed alone. It's off.

I also think much of what is taken as her 'baits' (i.e., liking things in NYC, or a designer, or following a pregnancy yoga instructor) are made out to be SO much more than what they are - someone following something they like, not bc it's a 'signal' as to the 'status of a relationship'. TBH, I don't see AW putting that much thought into it. Her public persona through her interviews and what others have said about her professionally (Charlie Hunan and Guy Ritchie in particular) is that of a vain, selfish, shallow person w no work ethic. It's hard to imagine someone like that spending time looking for ways to 'bait' SM. She's not some 'evil genius'.

Not that she DOESN'T stalk his - and her ex's - SM and anyone they're involved with. She's been caught out too many times for ANYONE to deny that. That shows, again, a very vain, selfish and INSECURE person.

Personally, I think this was something very casual on Sebastian's part. When you're over a certain age, the drive for a 'relationship' isn't paramount in your life, not when you have something as major as his career and being on the brink of what an actor like Seb wants and deserves - recognition. And, right now, it would seem that's where he's at. All of this nonsense about how he 'must' be in LA w her - the unscheduled pap capital of the world - is just that, nonsense. The last time there was even a HINT of them being in LA together (I'm talking with something besides a single 'spotting' on DM that never got posted) was a photo from October that DIDN'T show her & was from so far away, you couldn't be sure it was Seb. That's so far outside the law of averages as to be impossible. But, of course, someone like AW will use him, his co-stars, his family members, his friends, for attention to herself. It's what she's done her entire career and that's that.

Sorry for the long ask. I tried to encapsulate all the convos into one. 🤣

Hiii

Thank you and please don't apologize for writing long messages.

I agree completely that it is NOT a 'mature' relationship or how a mature relationship should look like. And you can't change so fast, as you said.... plus the distance and the fiddling, and it has nothing to do with privacy.

And yes, he is hardly ever photographed alone by paps. Especially in New York. It's very off.

I think what she baits is content with his shoe, his back, his arm or even his voice, but she cannot fully display him.

The rest aka the pregnancy yoga instructor or designers? I did not even think about it.

"what others have said about her professionally (Charlie Hunan and Guy Ritchie in particular) is that of a vain, selfish, shallow person w no work ethic."

I remember this! Guy Ritchie cut her off so much because he was disappointed in her performance, and I know Charlie was upset about it too.

(I went to look for the links: here and here, so I won't be accused of spreading lies again)

"When you're over a certain age, the drive for a 'relationship' isn't paramount in your life, not when you have something as major as his career and being on the brink of what an actor like Seb wants and deserves - recognition. And, right now, it would seem that's where he's at. All of this nonsense about how he 'must' be in LA w her - the unscheduled pap capital of the world - is just that, nonsense."

Thank you for saying this because many people make it look like it's a tragedy, for example, he doesn't want to get married and how he must change his mind. And how he has to marry AW.

It's absolutely disrespectful to him as a person (with his trauma, life experience, values and beliefs) and it also shows how they infantilize him and see him (without even realizing) as puppet.

Many are so obsessed with his location and where both of them live. It's like they're trying so hard to project onto him and them in general.

It's actually kinda scary and dangerous, too, especially knowing that he had to move from his previous apartment in NYC to another and that they exposed the address of the house Ale and him stayed in during the pandemic (I think).

And it's even pointless bc guess what? He travels most of the time.

And again, PR relationships = common, and I can't believe how some people do not know this.

(Benefits are different for both of them.)

#asked #my opinions

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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year

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MC had not seen Jake since that one day in duskwood that was over 6 months ago, he told her that he would contact her when he was able to. MC was now living in duskwood MC Jessy were sharing an apartment Jessy had helped her get a job at the Aurora Phil happily said yes.

Things had been going well. MC kept herself busy trying to keep her mind off Jake, everytime her phone rang or buzzed her heart stopped thinking it would be Jake. Her heart broke into a million pieces all over again she kept wondering if he had forgotten about her. Did he want her to move on from him? Phil had been getting close to MC; he wasn't all that bad looking.

Christmas was coming up MC and Jessy had just bought a tree and we're busy decorating it when Jessy's phone buzzed.

Jessy: that's probably Richy, I bet he's forgot what time to come round

Richy: Hey beautiful, what time did you say to come round?

Jessy: I knew you would forget you can come round now

Richy: okay, see you soon X

Jessy: yep I was right

MC: he's really lucky to have you in his life

Jessy: I'm sorry MC, we can have a girls night of you want

MC: no it's okay, the distraction will do me good

Jessy: I'm sure he will contact you soon don't give up hope

MC: I'm trying to I really am, it's just so hard I love him

Jessy: I know you do, come on let's go get some wine

MC: that's a good idea

They went into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses and the wine. There was a knock at the door. Jessy went to answer and let Richy in; he had bought a couple bottles of wine and tequila.

All 3 had an amazing night laughing and joking with lots of drinking, the next morning MC woke up with a hangover thankfully she had some painkillers and a bottle of water by her bed. After taking the painkillers she got up and went to make coffee Jessy was already up and was feeling hungover.

MC: remind me not to drink tequila again

Jessy: my head hurts never again

MC: What happened to Richy?

Jessy: He's still passed out on the bed

MC: I need coffee and a shower

After taking a shower MC felt a little better she still had some last minute Christmas shopping to do, once she was ready she headed out into town. The shops were busy, everyone rushing about trying to get their gifts. After MC had finished she decided to treat herself to a coffee and a slice of cake.

MC went into the rainbow cafa and placed her order, she found a seat near the window and sat down. The waitress bought her coffee and cake. MC took a bite of the cake and it tasted so good.

After MC had finished she made her way back home and wrapped up the gifts, she placed them under the tree. After a busy day MC decided to go run a hot bath and get an early night.

The next day MC woke feeling a lot better. It was now Christmas eve, everyone was coming over tomorrow for Christmas dinner there was so much to sort out. Thankfully Cleo was bringing the desserts and Hannah and Lilly were coming round in the morning to help with the cooking.

Later that day MC had just finished work and was now heading back home, when she arrived back home she could hear Jessy and Richy talking to someone. When she opened the door she was greeted by someone she thought she would never see again.

Jake: MC?

MC: What the…Jake is that you? What are you doing here?

Jake: yes it's me, I came back to be with you

MC: But I thought it was too dangerous? And why the hell didn't you tell me? I've been so worried

Jake: I understand I am sorry I didn't let you know, I wanted to surprise you I am no longer being followed by the FBI I am free

MC ran over to Jake and put her arms around Jake holding on to him as tight as she could, she couldn't believe that Jake was really here. She stepped back looking into his eyes. He had beautiful bright blue eyes.

MC: I can't believe you are really here I've missed you so much

Jake: I've missed you to MC more than I can say

MC: I love you Jake

Jake: I love you MC

Everything was coming together so well MC felt like she could take on the world now that she had Jake back in her life.

The next morning MC woke early, Jake was still asleep. She got out of bed and opened up her wardrobe pulling out a gift for Jake.

Jake: Merry Christmas my love

MC: Merry Christmas my handsome hacker I've got you a gift

Jake: You have? Thank you so much

MC handed Jake the gift inside the box was a picture inside a frame, it was the first picture that they took together the first time they met.

Jake: MC I love it, thank you so much

MC: I'm glad you like it

Jake: I have a gift for you

Jake reached over to his backpack and pulled out a box, he handed it to MC to open as she took the paper off she opened up the box and inside was a beautiful heart pendant.

MC: OMG, Jake it's beautiful thank you so much I love it

Jake: you are welcome my angel

Jake helped MC put on the pendant. It looked beautiful around her neck, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly.

MC: this is going to be a wonderful Christmas

Jake: I agree, it's going to be perfect

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #i love you jake #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #i love him #duskwood jessy #duskwood richy #merry christmas #true love

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 1 year

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Midoriya-sensei AU

Part 6: Not-a-date

It seems I've created a pattern where I post every 1st and 15th of the month, so I've decided that's now the official schedule 👉😎👉

Part 5.1 | Part 5.2 | Ao3 | Part 7

Izuku was full of nervous energy.

He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, mouth twitching from the intensity of his smile. It wasn’t too busy outside of Himura Agency—still early for a Sunday—but the bustle of the heroes and sidekicks inside was evident. Izuku almost felt bad for taking up Shoto’s time, as irrational as that feeling was. The hero had been the one to ask him to meet up, after all—plus it was specifically going to be after his shift had finished.

What if he changes his mind though?

‘You will not dampen my mood, brain.’ He sang quietly to himself. ‘Today is going to be a good day. I refuse to let you overthink and ruin it.’

In one last attempt to check himself over, Izuku glanced down at his attire: a black, fitted t-shirt that said "Tシャツ", with his navy, Shoto-themed jacket wrapped around his waist, matching the colour of his shorts. As usual, his bulky red trainers completed the look, along with the yellow backpack he'd been periodically replacing since he was 14 years old. Everything was in good condition: no dirt, ink or toothpaste stains; no holes that he could see; no weird smells.

Izuku refrained from using his phone's camera to check his face as well, deeming that too embarrassing to do in public, and ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't bothered with product, so he didn't need to worry about the associated repercussions of accidentally fiddling with his curls.

Several more minutes passed, and just after Izuku checked the time—10:02—the door to the agency opened as Shoto stepped out, looking around. His long hair was pulled into a half-up bun, slightly frizzy, but no less captivating, and he'd changed out of his hero costume. Instead, he wore a pair of grey jeans, along with a burgundy henley shirt that had the sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone—the latter of which should quite frankly be illegal, Izuku thought, as he refrained from staring at the top of the hero’s chest, and waved.

He's so handsome, this really isn't fair.

When Shoto's gaze landed on him, his eyes softened as he walked over, blissfully unaware of Izuku's internal panic.

'Midoriya.' The hero gave him a once-over that Izuku hoped was appreciative. 'It's good to see you.'

'Likewise!' He smiled brightly. 'I still can't believe you asked me here today. I'm honoured!'

Shoto scratched his scar almost bashfully, lips sporadically twitching. Perhaps he didn't know what to say in response.

Another few seconds passed, before Izuku decided to add, 'What do you have planned for us today?'

‘Ah…’ He nodded awkwardly, as if the notion had only just occurred to him. Todoroki had mentioned that he could be an airhead at times. ‘I have a booking for our lunch at twelve, but other than that, I figured I’d let you decide. I’m not very good at organising these sorts of things, I’ve been told.’

‘That’s okay.’ Izuku smiled reassuringly, then held his chin as he thought about activities. There were plenty of museums and parks in the area, plus there was Takoba beach, which wasn’t too far away, but in all honesty, there was one idea playing at Izuku’s mind which he hoped wasn’t too lousy for Shoto. ‘Not to be that person… but could you maybe… give me a tour of your agency?’

Shoto quickly hid his mouth behind his hand and made an indiscernible noise. Izuku gawked, not sure how to react, as the hero shut his eyes and shook his head to compose himself. Once achieved, Shoto then cleared his throat and lowered his hand, exposing his slightly upturned mouth. However, as the seconds went by, it became clear that he had no intention of explaining the sudden behaviour. Instead, he simply reached into his pocket and brandished a lanyard.

Izuku tilted his head to the side—sufficiently distracted—and took it when offered, only to find that he’d just been given a personalised visitor’s pass. Embarrassed, he felt his entire face fill with heat; he was so obvious.

‘I didn’t want to suggest it myself.’ Shoto shrugged, although his eyes shone with amusement. ‘But you said you were a fan, so I had one made just in case.’

‘T-That’s very k-kind of you, Shoto-kun.’ He put the lanyard on, fiddling with the card. ‘It won’t be boring for you though, will it?’

‘If this were for professional purposes, sure, but I’ll be fine with you.’ He replied nonchalantly, before gesturing to the building. ‘Shall we?’

Izuku nodded enthusiastically and was then guided inside, where he was greeted by a reception desk and warm smiles from the women behind it—one was sitting by the computer monitor, whilst the other stood, wearing a security uniform. They nodded to Shoto and eyed Izuku with interest. He hardly noticed though, too busy looking around him.

The foyer was largely inspired by traditional Japanese interior, with a wooden floor, covered by the occasional rug, and an assortment of indoor plants, which accompanied the visitor seating. On his left were signs indicating toilets and changing rooms, while the lift and doors to the stairwell were on his right. Behind reception, the sliding doors to the main office were wide open, allowing the many employees free rein of the building; a privilege for Izuku, who had spent hours watching the very same heroes and sidekicks on the news and analysing their moves.

It was simply mesmerising.

'Midoriya?'

'This is so cool!' He announced in response. 'I take it that having the office doors open reduces the time taken for a hero to arrive at the scene, however minimal, while the doors themselves are still useful for privacy when needed. It's very efficient. Meanwhile, the changing rooms next to reception are so useful when returning from an exhausting or messy mission. The style in general is very nice and welcoming too, which can be reassuring because I imagine you sometimes have visitors who are quite vulnerable, being victims of villain encounters. That being said, I also admire you for employing agency security; so often, heroes think security isn't needed because of their own job title—out of arrogance or ignorance, I'm not sure—but security isn't the same as fighting villains, which of course you know, and I expected nothing less. It's just good to see.'

When Izuku eventually trailed off, realisation hit like a freight train, and he slapped a hand over his mouth. 'Ah, sorry! I got a little carried away.'

'It's okay. Fuyumi warned me about your tendency to mutter.' Shoto's tone was as stoic as usual, but his eyes were soft. 'I like it.'

'Oh…' Izuku felt his ears redden. 'Really? You don't need to be polite, I know it annoys people.'

'I'm not being polite. You have a nice voice and important things to say.' Shoto shrugged. 'And I don't talk a lot, so it's the perfect match.'

Izuku's heartbeat thudded against his temple. He was already flustered by Shoto's previous comments, he didn't need the man talking about their compatibility on top of that. Whether intentional or not on the hero's part, however, Izuku had to admit that his words weren't unwelcome.

'That's k-kind of you to say.' He rocked on feet. 'In that case, I'll happily talk for the both of us whenever you see fit.'

'Hm.' Shoto's lips twitched as he regarded him, before returning to his usual expression. 'So, I take it you like the agency so far? Why don't I show you the main office, then we'll head upstairs?'

'Yes! Sounds good!' Izuku chirped, following the hero through the sliding doors.

There were a multitude of desks—varying in forms of organisation—but not lacking personalisation, along with wide windows spanning the walls to allow in natural light. Some spaces were empty, whilst others were occupied by various heroes and sidekicks, either absorbed in their work or having a break—although the latter half scrambled to remedy that when they noticed their boss's arrival.

'The urge to ask everyone for autographs is strong.' Izuku chuckled as his eyes flitted past them all. 'So many talented-'

Before he could finish, he noticed long, green hair tied into a bow, and did a double take. 'Wait… Is… Is that F-F-Froppy-san?' He whispered frantically, bouncing up and down. 'You were in the same class at UA, right?'

'Yeah.' Shoto confirmed. 'We're friends and our agencies are currently collaborating on a mission. It's nothing top secret—just environmental stuff—but I can't go into many details. If you want though, I could introduce you? Did you bring one of your notebooks?'

'Well… yes, but…' Nerves began to settle in his stomach. 'She's clearly busy. I wouldn't want to be a bother.'

'You're not. She's just chatting to Uravity, now that they think I've left.'

'Wait, what?' Balancing on his tiptoes, Izuku was able to see over the cubicle and found a head of brown hair, uncovered by her helmet, which had been placed over the back of her chair. 'Of course! I already knew that she works at your agency, but still! I remember she wanted to form her own, but given that she still helps her parents out with their construction business, it wouldn't have been feasible. I really admire her dedication though.'

'So does that mean you'll let me introduce you now, then?'

Izuku winced, but when he stole a glance at Shoto, he wasn't met with exasperation, just a questioning look.

'Ah, y-y-yes.' He tapped his two index fingers together. 'Please.'

As he was led over to the two heroes, Izuku quickly pulled his "rough draft" journal out of his bag and hugged it close to his chest. He was aware of how out of place and anxious he must've looked, especially standing next to the number two hero, but when the girls noticed their approach, they merely looked up in question.

'Todoroki-kun, I thought you'd finished for the day?' Uravity tilted her head to the side and looked at Izuku. 'You never said we were getting a new hire?'

Izuku couldn't help the unintelligible squawk he emitted in response, but he could slap a hand over his mouth before embarrassing himself further.

'Y-Y-You think I'm a-a-a new hire?' He stuttered, retracting his hand to point at himself.

'Well, you're certainly built like a hero.' She shrugged. 'I don't need to know your quirk to know you'd fit right in.'

Izuku smiled wobbly at that, not quite knowing how to respond. While the compliment was heartfelt and meant more to him than Uravity could possibly know, he'd been around long enough to know that a comment like that usually meant he was socially obligated to disclose his quirk.

Luckily, Shoto wasn't privy to the unspoken cue.

'This is Midoriya Izuku, a teacher at Musutafu Shōgakkō and a… friend. I'm giving him a tour of the agency, off the clock.' He introduced, indifferent to Izuku's inner turmoil. 'He's an expert on quirks and a fan of both of you.'

'But you hate giving tours.' Froppy placed a contemplative finger to her mouth. 'And interacting with people outside of work hours.'

'We'll get to that later, Tsu.' Uravity brushed the air, before holding out her hand. 'It's nice to meet you, Midoriya-kun.'

'L-L-Likewise!' Izuku's eyes bugged out as he returned the handshake. However, the moment their hands touched, he felt himself growing taller and looked down to find that he was floating several inches from the ground. Despite himself, he barked out a laugh. 'Holy All Might, this is so cool!'

'Uraraka, you are a health and safety nightmare.' Shoto deadpanned. 'Midoriya, are you okay?'

'I'm great!' He raised his hands to keep his balance. 'It's amazing to see such a powerful quirk in action. I've noticed that weight significantly impacts the control of Zero Gravity's effects, but I've always wondered: does weather also affect it? For example, wind, or the accumulation of rain on top of an object you're lifting? But then that opens up the question of different mediums, such as using your quirk under water. Sorry, I'm rambling.'

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He needed to get his act together.

'Wow, you sure talk a lot.' Uravity looked almost in awe as she slowly brought him back down to the ground. 'But that's not a bad thing—release—I think I caught all that. Erm, yeah the added weight of rain water does affect my control depending on how much there is, and so does wind, as the lack of gravity doesn't affect other things pushing against it. In terms of other mediums, the force of gravity on water as well as on the object submerged has to be considered, but usually Zero Gravity works the same.'

Izuku hadn't even realised he'd opened his journal and started frantically writing in short-hand, until Uravity paused to observe him. 'What're you doing?'

'T-Taking notes.' He turned bright red, slamming the notebook closed with a snap. 'I'm so sorry, I should've asked first. It's just a habit, not that that's an excuse.'

'Oh no, it's okay!' She waved her hands placatingly. 'I was just curious. No one's been that interested in my quirk since I first debuted. Do you have anything else you want to ask? Froppy-chan and I are happy to answer any questions from Todoroki-kun's friend. Right?'

'Sounds good to me, kero.' Froppy stared, tongue hanging out lazily. 'Just don't pursue villainy and use this information against us.'

'I would never!' Izuku squeaked, to which Uravity giggled.

'She's just messing with you.'

'Oh…' Izuku relaxed his shoulders—unaware of how tense they'd been—then looked at Shoto. 'Is that okay with you? We're meant to be hanging out, after all.'

He tried to ignore the bemused looks from the other two heroes, instead focusing on the way Shoto tilted his head slightly.

'It's okay, we've got time. I'm happy just listening.'

Izuku brightened at that. How he'd managed to garner the attention of such a kind and considerate man, he'd never understand—although he suspected that it was a hidden Todoroki trait… from the maternal side, of course.

Permission secured, Izuku turned back to the girls and began an onslaught of questions; his hand worked frantically to write all the information down. It was so fun, it had been years since someone had indulged him to this level, and they were pro-heroes no less! If he wasn't so engrossed in their discussion, he'd probably have ended up crying.

Eventually though, after almost half an hour, Izuku managed to wrangle enough self-restraint to close his journal—but not before acquiring two new autographs—and thanked them for their time.

'It was nice to meet you, Midoriya-chan.'

'Don't be a stranger! And Todoroki-kun, I'll be messaging you later, keep your phone handy.'

Izuku bowed low, before turning around and following Shoto out of the office. He tried to gauge his expression—still worried he'd either bored or annoyed him—but the hero looked unfazed.

'I think you made their day.' Shoto commented idly, pressing the button to the lift and stepping in when the door opened. 'Uravity, especially, she's on paperwork duty today, so any excuse for a break.'

'So it wasn't my charming social skills keeping them interested?' Izuku joked, entering the lift and watching the doors close.

It felt surreal that he was currently in an enclosed space with Todoroki Shoto, even more so that it was because Todoroki Shoto wanted to be there. To Izuku's horror, his mind quickly began wandering, so much so that he didn't notice the dichromatic eyes watching him until they reached the first floor.

'Amongst other reasons.' The hero finally answered, before gesturing them forward. Before Izuku could even try and analyse what he'd meant by that, Shoto waved vaguely at the doors. 'Admin and HR are in there, then down the corridor on the left are the conference room and my office; on the right is the private gym; and at the end, there's the research and development department.'

Izuku tried to hide his excited squeal, but with little success.

'Sorry, this is just so cool!' He smiled brightly, flapping his hands, but then caught himself when Shoto clearly didn't look as enthused. 'Are you sure you don't mind me fanboying like this? And repeating myself.'

A white eyebrow rose in response.

'I don't mind. It makes you happy.' He replied nonchalantly. 'You have a nice smile.'

'Wah?!' Izuku's face immediately filled with heat as he frantically wrapped his arms around his head. 'Th-That's s-so kind of you to say! Y-You also have a b-b-beau- nice smile!'

Shoto did something funny with his lips, before turning to face the corridor. Izuku wasn't sure if the slight pink dusting the hero's ears had been there before, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

'Where would you like to go first?'

'Oh!' Izuku seized the opportunity without a moment of hesitation. 'Maybe HR?'

When Shoto regarded him once more—his expression actually judgemental—Izuku's cheeks flushed. Laughing nervously, he brought his thumb and forefinger up so they were almost touching.

'Just a little peek? I won't talk to anyone, unless you're hiding All Might in there.'

The hero cocked his head to the side.

'Why would I hide All Might in HR?'

'Wouldn't you like to know.' Despite himself, Izuku hid a giggle behind his hand at Shoto's quizzical look. ‘I’m only joking, don’t worry about it.’

Shoto regarded him for a moment, then shrugged—letting the matter slide—before showing him the admin room. True to his word, Izuku did just take a little peek—the same with the conference room—before following the hero to the gym, where he gazed in awe at all the equipment, most of which surpassed the usual maximum weights available at regular fitness centres. Part of Izuku wanted to ask Shoto for a demonstration of how to use one of the machines, purely to see just how much he could lift, but that would be selfish.

Especially considering he definitely had an ulterior motive to documenting heroes.

Instead, he asked about training regimes and Shoto’s own workout plan, before comparing them to his own. Once he’d exhausted his questions and jotted down more notes in his journal, they moved on to the R&D department, which was a labyrinth of support items and separate laboratories for more sterile experiments. Izuku had to pick his jaw up from the ground at how impressive everything looked, before bombarding anyone who would listen with more questions and compliments.

It was only when Izuku realised the time that he felt a cold dread begin to set in, and he turned to Shoto with a worried expression as they exited into the corridor. ‘I am… so sorry. I’ve been talking forever, it’s already half past eleven.’

‘Don’t apologise, the restaurant is only five minutes away if I use my quirk. We still have time to have a look at my office, if you want?’

Izuku raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding. Despite Shoto already telling him that he didn’t mind his muttering, it was still difficult to believe. In the past, he’d had people assure him that they didn’t care, then immediately backtracked when they realised the extent of it. However, as he searched the hero for any sign of annoyance or boredom, he came up empty. Maybe Shoto really wasn’t just being polite and tolerating him; he'd actually wanted to hear what Izuku had to say.

His heart sped up.

‘Does this mean you’re going to use your quirk to get us there?’ He asked instead, his mind quenching the self-doubt and latching onto the potential possibility of flying over the city in his crush’s arms. ‘You’d have to carry me.’

‘I didn’t think about that.’ Shoto suddenly looked unsure. ‘It’s my preferred way of getting around, especially if I’m trying to avoid people. It didn’t occur to me that…’ He shook his head. ‘We can take a car instead.’

Izuku tried not to look disappointed, and smiled reassuringly.

‘It’s okay. Whatever you think is best!’ He waited for Shoto to slowly nod, before tilting his head to the side. ‘That being said, do we still have time to see your office?’

He received an amused huff in response, and after Shoto sent a quick message on his phone, Izuku was shown to the room opposite the gym, which had “Serenity Hero: Shoto” engraved on a silver plaque next to the door.

As he stepped inside, he was surprised to find how modest it was—smaller than the HR room—with a wooden floor that housed several potted plants; a tall bookcase; and a wide desk that was neatly organised. Behind it was a glass door leading out to a balcony, which Izuku assumed was used when Shoto had to get to a scene quickly. He then let his eyes wander to a spot in the corner, covered by a tatami mat and a chabudai, on which was a traditional Japanese tea set. On the wall beside it was a large notice board, which had several post-it note reminders pinned to it, along with drawings and thank you cards from fans.

‘It’s really lovely.’ Izuku blinked away tears as he came to a stop in the middle of the room. ‘The board is so thoughtful. I imagine it’s nice to take a break and see evidence of all the people you’ve helped in some way.’

‘Ah, yeah.’ Shoto followed his gaze. ‘Maybe it’s selfish, but it’s also a reminder that I’m being the hero I want to be, not what my old man wanted for me.’

Izuku hummed thoughtfully as he regarded the other. Shoto almost looked pensive, chewing his lip and shuffling on his feet.

‘I don’t think it’s selfish in the way you think it is.’ He smiled warmly. ‘You deserve to be happy with how far you’ve come.’

‘Yeah.’ Shoto repeated, reaching up to scratch his scar. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but Izuku didn’t press. Instead, he stayed silent, trying to refrain from taking the hero’s hand before he could irritate the roughened tissue. However, in the end, Shoto chose not to elaborate, and cleared his throat. ‘Do you have any questions? You’re not as talkative as before.’

Izuku laughed nervously, allowing the topic to slide.

‘Honestly, I think I might have exhausted myself.’ He rubbed the back of his head. ‘I’ve not been allowed to run my mouth like that in years. You’re an enabler, Shoto-kun, thank you.’

‘You had a lot of interesting things to say.’ The hero shrugged. ‘I actually took some of my own notes to address later. When you were asking about the standard quality checks and ways to improve the shock-absorption pads currently in the works, it made me realise I need to keep myself up to date on some things I'd been neglecting… If you weren’t so good at your current job, I’d be tempted to hire you as my deputy.’

Izuku turned bright red and flailed his arms.

‘You’re too kind! I can’t believe…’ He couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence and shook his head, before taking a breath. ‘I’m glad I was able to be of help.’

Shoto nodded in response, then checked his phone.

‘The car’s here. You ready to go?’

Swallowing heavily, Izuku voiced his affirmative, and they made their way back down the foyer. They passed several people on the way, most of whom recognised Izuku and said their greetings. He waved animatedly in response—not trusting his mouth to speak—and quietly wondered how an entire agency could be filled with so many kind individuals.

Maybe it’s because you’re their boss’s guest. His mind cruelly tried to reason. Or maybe it’s because they don’t know what you are.

‘Shut up.’ Izuku muttered quietly to himself, and instead focused on the hero’s warm eyes as he opened the car door and gestured for him to get in. ‘Thank you, Shoto-kun.’

Not everyone in the world needed to be kind to him—Izuku thought idly, smiling when Shoto sat down next to him—just those that mattered.

#Midoriya-sensei AU #tododeku #izushou #todoizu #todomido #dekutodo #AgarJelly writes #teacher midoriya izuku #quirkless midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shoto #uraraka ochako #asui tsuyu #teacher au

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abrothersloss · 1 year

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25.12.2022

I haven't written much this year but I haven't stopped thinking of you. A lot has changed this year, stuff you'd never imagine. I moved to the country, miles away from our childhood town and everything we've ever known. There's nothing here but sheep and fields, you'd love it. Some days I can't believe the view still and it's been 8 months. I wish you could have experienced it too. It's been 8 months of hard work trying to make it home and today is obviously Christmas. We are spending it together with T & F.

I have to admit it doesn't feel magical anymore and after 6 years of trying to carry on your legacy of making a truly magical Christmas I feel really burnt out with it all. I don't know how you did it! I've gone overboard the last 6 years trying to make it a special day for everyone that I feel completely disconnected to it myself. Sometimes I wish there wasn't so much on my shoulders, I guess I've now stepped into the oldest sibling role and all the pressures that come with that. You handled it much better than I do. It's not just Christmas, I feel flat in a lot of ways, just an accumulation of years and years of trying to take the strain off of everybody else that I've forgotten to look inwards.

I usually adore Christmas, you started traditions nobody can match! But there's a part of me that will be glad when today is over with - I'm grateful for our family and being together 100%, that side is the most important today for me. The gifts, the food, the pressure of it all I'll be glad when it's over with. Funny because I've never felt like this before. Perhaps I'm too old now!

It was your birthday a couple of days ago, you'd have been 31 how crazy is that? I always remember us both saying 'i wonder what we will look like old', I wish I could see you again. Lately I feel full of melancholy. I'm happy with where I am in life generally speaking, and the house is incredible it was definitely the right move. But there's always something missing. And the hardest part of it is I'm sure that missing piece is you, a piece that can never be found or put back in its place again. I fear I will always be a little bit missing, a little bit sad, however good things can get.

I don't know. A bit of a ramble today eh kid? Sometimes it helps being able to acknowledge these feelings even if noone else will read them.

I hope wherever you are it's as beautiful and magical as you made our lives. My heart will forever be with you.

Merry Christmas xx

#grief #sibling loss #losing a sibling #sibling #Christmas grief

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cheeriosandwine · 2 years

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I got diagnosed with PMDD recently and wasn't really aware of it before but it makes so much sense now. It explains so much of the hormonal/emotional problems I've been having. It seems like it's gotten worse over time and I can't tell if being on T or increasing T has made PMDD worse, or if it's just that my PTSD has improved enough that the PMDD is more noticeable. Maybe both.

Anyway my dr said nexplanon would probably fix the hormone swings and I wanna believe them but I'm so anxious about what if it doesn't? I'm debating giving it a try but I'm so anxious about side effects. I asked them if they could give me any more information/research but unfortunately that treatment isn't really researched for PMDD, but they said they've seen improvement in patients with it.

The wait list for my hysto is at least 6 months long which seems like it'll be forever but I know it isn't but also jfc I don't want to put up with this for 6+ months. My dr said it's up to me whether I want to get my ovaries out. There's a lot more risks going that route, but it should be an absolute stop to the PMDD which makes me really lean towards it. I'm wondering, maybe I give nexplanon a chance to work while I wait for surgery and if it does maybe I keep the ovaries? But ughhh I don't know, I probably won't want to have to have another surgery to get ovaries out later if I do need a permanent solution. Ugghhhh

I'm just so sick of feeling so fatigued and panicky and angry and everything with this stupid goddamn hormone cycle

#wow I read this back over and that's a lot of poor grammar/wording #oh well lol too tired to care #everybodyyyyyy said going on T would make it harder to cry but every month I almost cry now and that didn't use to happen #also don't know if that's a symotom or improvement or both

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blogger360ncislarules · 1 month

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The creator and director of the popular faith-based TV series "The Chosen" says it will not be long before Season 4 of the show will be available for fans.

Dallas Jenkins recently announced that while he cannot give an exact date on when Season 4 will be released, he believes it will be "in the near future."

"I've seen a few things online of people saying, 'Oh man, you know it could be 6 months.' Or 'I don't even know if it's going to come out this year.' That is not the case. It will be well before then. I can't give you an exact date but we are hopeful that it will be sometime in the near future. It's not going to be three months. It's not going to be that long. It will be shorter than that," Jenkins said.

"We are actively working on it every day," he added. "I promise you, no one is more frustrated by this than I am. And no one wants to get this to you more quickly than I do. We're working on it. I promise you."

As CBN News previously reported, Jenkins released a Facebook video in March explaining there was a delay in the release of the show on streaming platforms.

In a video titled, "I've got bad news about Season 4's release," Jenkins addressed the latest season of "The Chosen" being released in theaters, the monumental cost of producing the series, and upcoming plans for the show.

"Our previous path wasn't proving to be sustainable," Jenkins said of the crowdfunding model that launched "The Chosen" into success.

He explained how expensive the show is to create and bring to market while continuing to offer it to viewers for free. The cost is "tens of millions of dollars, minimum, every year."

Plus, with three more seasons in the future, much of the money earned by the series has to go into funding the upcoming seasons.

Without going into excessive detail, the famed director also indicated current legal challenges are holding up the latest season's streaming release.

In his latest update from the set of Season 5 in Utah, the show's director plainly said, "I'm sad to say that the legal matters that we are dealing with for Season 4 are still happening."

On the bright side, Jenkins reported the cast and crew were starting their first day of production for the upcoming season.

"It is Day 1. In the midst of all the craziness of us trying to get Season 4 to you…and in the midst of all the craziness of 'The Chosen' in general, all over the world, we are officially commencing Day 1 of 68 days of filming, here in beautiful Utah," Jenkins said. "We have done our first rehearsal, and we are about to get going. It is unbelievable."

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The response we've been getting from the cast and crew has been so cool. They've been saying this is the best season yet. Season 5 as you might know covers Holy Week, but man…it takes longer than a week to film it, I can tell you that," he added.

He also reiterated his thankfulness for the support of the fans, sharing that the show only exists because of them. "And that means everything, so thank you so much," he said.

As CBN News has reported, "The Chosen" tries to read between the lines in depicting the day-to-day ministry of Jesus, telling the Gospel story through the eyes of the people who encounter Him. The series is the largest crowdfunded television project in history and has continued to climb to new heights of success.

It has been streamed more than 500 million times and has now been seen by more than 108 million people since Season 1 premiered.

The series is available to watch for free on The Chosen App or the Angel Studios App. It's also available on popular streaming services including Peacock, Apple TV, fubo TV, Google Play, Netflix, and Amazon Prime.

#the chosen #Youtube

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 3 years

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 3: Kindred Spirits Always Find A Way To Assemble

•—–—–†–—–—•

Time: 5:30am

location: Louvre

Ladybug, Abeille, Bunnyx, Trickster, and Chat Noir are fighting an akuma, not anything major, just Mr. Pigeon and his pigeons trying to melt the Louvre with deadly acidic bird dropings, so yeah, nothing major. Just another early bird gets the akuma kinda day...

"Looks like the early bird is trying to melt the Louvre, what say you M'lady, shall we make this swift and- *Loud sneeze* Let me now *sneeze* when I'm *sneeze* needed" - Chat Noir

"For to long our kind has been oppressed, they feed us miserable seeds, when we beg for bread, we shall show them no mercy, as our justice shall be swift!" picks up two pigeons, holds them by their legs and aims the rear cannons "Surrender your Miraculous and your justice shall be swift and painless!!" with an evil villain laugh at the end bla bla bla.

" Anyone else getting Pigeon (French) Revolution vibes? No? just me? Cause I swear he said seeds instead of cake."

"Not the time Bunnyx." - Abeille

"Oh it so Is The Time." - Bunnyx

"Off with Mr. Pigeon Antoinette's Akumatized object!" - Chat Noir from a distance.

"Viva La Revolution!!!" - Trickster

"Dear Kwami, how did it come to a frickin Pigeon Revolution?!" - Ladybug

As the last line is said, Mr. Pigeon fires the -ehem- cannons at the heroes, only for them to be an illusion. In the confusion Bunnyx pops out of her burrow and wacks Mr. Pigeon on the head, effectively knocking him out.

"The Pigeon Revolution is over, we have taken back our home, and shall continue to defend it from the creepy Man of MOTH!!!!" - Bunnyx

and with that Bunnyx brakes the Akumatized object, and Ladybug purifies the akuma.

"Ok, I will admit that last speach was funny, now lets hurry back before hells bells go off." - Ladybug

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

" Bla bla bla, nothing important, bla bla bla bla, yada yada yada bla yada." - Mrs. Bustier

"'Viva La Revolution', that was perfect." - Whispering Alix

"It just came to me, but Chats 'Off with Mr. Pigeon Antoinette's Akumatized object' line and your 'Man of Moth' speech were really well timed !" -whispering Peter

"well of course, I'm always punctual with any time sensitive joke/pun." -whispering Alix

"Will you to zip it! we can't have these simpletons finding anything out!" -whispering Chloé

"Please, they all share a broken defective regect of a brain cell, I doubt they could ever put two and two together." -whispering Alix

"Hey, do you think we should start a protest in our classroom?" -whispering Peter

"... Viva.La.Revolution!" - whispering Chloé with a mischievous grin

"No." - Maria

•~—~—~—~ Later when Mrs. Bustier is out of class ~—~—~—~•

"I just don't know what to do." - Lie-la

" You think she finally realized how horrible that hair style is?" - Alix

"After visiting Gotham a few months ago I met Damian Wayne, you might've heard about him, he's just so amazing, kind-hearted, and brave. We had a wonderful time, but then he asked me out! And I don't want to hurt Parkers feelings, I care for both of them!" - Lie-la

"Man, she must be extremely full of it to keep pulling that sh-t out of her @ss every hour or so." - Alix

"Wow Peter, didn't know your cared for Ms. Rossi like that" - Chloé said in a sarcastic tone.

" I'd rather strap her to a supersonic rocket heading for a black hole, and I'm pretty sure this Damian Wayne would do the same... he probably has the money for it actually." - Peter

" Enough plotting, we still need to get enough money, if we want that summer trip, we've already crossed off: Baking sales, becoming a mime, jobs are out unless they're fine with you leaving right after joining, and we can't just ask for donations." - Maria

" I can use my MDC mon-" - Maria

"Oh hell no you won't! You worked your butt off to get that money, you said it yourself! That money is for when you apply to college! I refuse to let you waste your money on our ignoramus classmates!" - Chloé

Thankfully by now everyone was out of the classroom.

" Oh Kwami she's serious, she never uses her big words!" - Adrien

" Then what do you suggest Chloé?" - Maria

" I'll ask daddy to pay!" - Chloé

" I can also ask my father, he'll probably do it if Mr. Bourgeois puts in a donation." - Adrien

" But- " - Maria

" No! The decision is final all in agreement say aye!" - Chloé

"Aye!" - Everyone

"You've watched to many movies Chloé, fine, but please don't drastically overdo it." - Maria

" When have I ever drastically overdone something? Name one time." - Chloé

"Well, there was the time you over did it, by not sleeping for almost three weeks." - Maria

" and after that you got so fed up with one akuma that you kicked him with the force of a thousand suns down unda, you may have scared him for life after that honestly. " - Adrien

" Oh! or the time you went overboard with Peters B-day, and the cake landed on his face! - Alix

"Well in her defense, the cake was great, but it was kinda a mouthful." -Peter

"... I said name one time. (ー_ー)" - Chloé

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Sooo, after all that happened Mr. Bourgeois, Fallowed by Gabriel Agreste, gave a very generous donation, so that solves that problem.And since I'm sure you don't want to see (More Lies) boring stuff, lets skip to two days before the trip begins.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜time skip " You're welcome, I'm here all eternity." - Bunnyx〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

•—–· At Chloés Hotel ·–—•

"Ok are we sure we have everything?" - Maria

" Yes now can we please watch something already, we've triple, and even quadruple checked everything, we're good." - Alix

" I have to go out and inform Tempête and Vipère, before anything else, be back soon." - Maria then heads out calling upon the other heroes.

" So what do you need?" - Vipère

" Do you have a top secret mission for us?" - Tempête

" For the summer Abeille, Bunnyx, Trickster, and Chat Noir will be unavailable, unless they are truly needed, I however will be able to travel back and forth via portals for fights. Paris will be in your care while we aren't here." - Ladybug

"It is our honor, we shall defend Paris with our lives." - Tempête

" Agreed, enjoy your summer." - Vipère

"Thank you, stay safe." and with that Maria headed back to the hotel prepared to watch movies, only to be bombarded with questions as soon as she got back.

" HOLD UP! You know MAGIC?!" - Alix

" When were you going to tell us?!" - Chloé

"So cool, how does it work?" - Peter

" Can you teach us?!" - Adrien

" Spots-Off, yes I know magic, I swear I've told you before. Do you want a demonstration?" - Maria

They all shook their heads excitedly.

" Ok well, I'm able to Heal myself if I get hurt, but I don't wish to hurt myself just for that, I can also increase my Luck with magic, as well as Communicate/ Manipulate plants, and see peoples Souls, thanks to Tikki. I learned Protection magic thanks to Wayzz, and Illusion magic thank to Trixx. I'm also learning Teleportation from Kaalki, which I've almost completed, and Mutitude from Mullo, which still needs work." - Maria

" If you can really talk to plants, what did we do earlier while you where out, hmmmmm?" - Alix

Maria then walks over to the roses near the couch and whispers to them, after a moment she turns back to her friends, and calmly says "Traitors."

" What do you mean?" - Peter

" You continued watching Star Wars: Clone Wars Without me!" - Maria

" Ok we believe you, but does this mean we can also use magic?" - Adrien

"Hmmm, let me see" as she says this her eyes start to glow an almost ethereal icy blue.

" Why are you eyes glowing?" - Chloé

"Looking at you souls... ok" she then claps her hands and her eyes go back to normal "Adrien, you can use slight Destruction magic on objects, if you use it on a person it would just cause them extreme pain, you can also cast Bad Luck on someone, so I guess thats good, and you can also learn slight Jubilation magic. Peter you can learn Illusion, and Protection magic. Chloé you can Learn Subjection, and Multiplication magic. And Alix, you can learn Evolution, Intuition, and Teleportation magic." As Maria finished, she saw the star struck looks in their eyes at the thought of learning magic became obtainable for them.

"Teach us!" they all bowed only to get a laugh from Maria in response.

"You would have to ask the Kwamis that, I only know what I know thanks to them." - Maria

And for most of the night they all started practicing magic. And when they woke up, they continued to practice, they had fun and were really enjoying it.

Then came the day Maria and her friends were to head for Gotham, and it was hectic, but everyone made it in one piece after an 8 hour flight, which at this point Maria was glad she sent all of her important luggage ahead of time, because somehow her luggage with only her toiletries and pyjamas was stolen, so all she had now was her back pack on her and the Miracle box in a Pocket dimension (thanks to the training from Fluff and Kaalki)

Lila was annoyed, when Maria didn't even care that she lost her bag with all her stuff (jokes on you she sent that one to the hotel 2 days ago HA!) they ended up checking into the hotel, everyone was with someone, Peter was with Adrien, Chloé was with Alix, and Maria... just had the Kwamis, yup that's right, apparently Lila has a condition that prevents her from being in any room below a quality vip room, so now she was upgrade and without a roommate, good for Lila, and Lucky for Maira, because now she doesn't have to worry about someone noticing her climbing out the window to go free-running across rooftops as Multimouce.

Around 7:30 pm. everyone heads out for lunch... and they leave Maria behind.

"Of course this happens." and with that she asked the receptionist for the directions to where her class went, afterwards she went out and proceeded to get lost, after trying to retrace her steps, she just got lost quicker, and her phone was at 20% what luck.

After walking for a little bit, she had decided to take a break, and as she leaned up against a wall, she closed her eyes.

'Maybe if I search for the receptionists Soul I can find my way back.' as she was doing this, she saw souls of all colors walking by, she even noticed a dark emerald green soul, and a dark blue soul across the street on a rooftop... and then she felt her hair stand on end, a few feet to her right was a bloody rust looking soul, she could tell it was a male, late 20s, average build, and 5'11, he was targeting her. As she opened her eyes she did a quick scan of her seroundings, noticing an alley, she started to walk again. Sensing the slight increase in speed from the man now behind her, as he got closer, she made a sharp left into the alley, she made it a few feet in before the man started laughing and walking closer, she saw the disgusting look in his eyes, and the outline of a gun in his front left pocket.

"Come on now girlie, I just wanna talk."

" I am good thankz." she made sure to add an accent to make him feel like he had an upper hand, which seemed to work, if his sickening smile was anything to go off of.

He stepped closer and Maria (the little genius she was) decided to act nervous, which only lowered the guys gaurd even more, once he reached to grab her in a quick motion she proceeded to do this.

She held the guy in a lock until he fell unconscious. As she stood up, she noticed a hand reaching for her, she then grabbed the hand and flipped the figure over her shoulder hard, hearing a yelp from the man as she did so.

When she realized who she had flipped over, her face turned bright red

"Mon dieu, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you are you ok Monsieur Nightwing?!"

"Yeah I'm fine and don't apologize, reflexes like that are key to survival here in Gotham, isn't that right Robin.... Robin?"

When Nightwing didn't get any sound from Robin he looked over to see the boy a blushing mess, then Robin snaped out of it, cuffing the mugger, and turning his attention to the girl.

" Ehem. Mam it's dangerous to be out here at this time alone, please allow us to take you wherever you need to go." - Robin

"Oh thank you um, do you know where Wayne Hotel is? I was supposed to go with my class to dinner, but they... “forgot” me, I decided to try and meet up with them, but I failed horribly." - Maria

"Wait they just left you? and in Gothan of all cities?! What kind of teacher does that?!" - Nightwing

" An instegator." - Maria said under her breath in French, she didn't notice the slight shock on both their faces from what she said.

"Anyway lets get you to your hotel before it gets any later." - Nightwing

"Thank you again." - Maria

She arrived safely, thanks to Nightwing and Robin, she thanked them one more time and went inside, when she got to her room she found her friends pacing back and forth in the room, Chloé and Peter looking like they would soon become two people on a mission to find her, but thankfully she was back, she of course had to answer alot of questions, but that was no big deal. After answering all their questions, everyone went to their rooms, and fell asleep, they had a big day tomorrow afterall... ... and then Marias' Akuma alert went off, ok so it took about thirty minutes to defeated the akuma 2 more before she could cure anything and another 5 minutes before she could head back to her room, and it was now 2am, but she could still wake up early right? hehe (・–・;) right?

No, the answer was no she couldn't, well technically she was up on time for when the bus "should" have started getting ready to leave, BUT turns out Lila SOMEHOW, managed to get everyone on board without even thinking of her an hour early! Maria asked for directions once again, and the receptionist had a worried and apologetic look on her face, Maria thanked her again, and headed out, this time however, she made it without getting lost and without getting mugged, Yay! She even had enough time to get a coffe (Tim special was a wierd name but oh well it did the job pretty well) from a shop near by (double yay!) before entering the WE building.

" You have to start the tour! we've been here for an hour and thirty minutes already!" - Ms. Bustier

"Like I said before, I will not start the tour until your student gets back, and if they don't get back, then we better hope nothing happened to them, or else it's your fault for your negligence." - Tour guide

"Sorry I'm late, the bus left earlier than what we scheduled, why didn't you inform me about the change?" - Maira

"Lila said you were the one who made the changes and that you were just trying to get attention, I am VERY disappointed in you Maria, now apologize to your class for delaying the tour!" - Ms Bustier

"I think you mean “I'm sorry we left you behind in a city where murder happens to young kids on a daily basis” now you apologize to Your student that is Your responsibility." - Tour Guide with a glare that could kill a thousand armys

Ms. Bustier proceeded to apologise to half the class's disbelief.

"Alright then, now that thats all taken care of, Hello and welcome to Wayne Enterprise, where we focus on making Gotham and the world a better place. I'm Dick Grayson, and I'll be you tour guide for today."

As the tour went on Maria stood at the front with her friends, she took notes of everything that was said, and she ignored whatever nonsense Lila was spouting, somthing about saving or dating Damian Wayne, she didn't really care.

When the lunch break came, she sat with her friends until she needed a long overdo refill on her coffee, she walked over to the coffee machine and started figuring what combination will keep her brain working for the rest of the day.

"Press button 3 followed by 5, 6, 8, 1, 2, 4, 9, and 7, that is the ultimate coffee mixture, if your mortal self is up for the challenge." - Sleep deprived guy

"I accepte." she presses the buttons in the exact order and then " Wait none of the cups are big enough."

"Here, secrect cup, from beyond the mortal realm." - Sleep deprived guy

" Thanks" she grapped the very large cup, and filled it with coffee till it was almost to the rim, she put the lid on and instantly took a big sip from the scolding hot coffee (she can heal, her tongue's fiiiiiiine)

"... Not bad, taste similar to the Tim Special I had earlier, but maybe a bit stronger." - Maria

" Kindred Spirit, let us be friends, you have drank the sacred coffee and are now immortal, congrats." - Sleep deprived guy

"It was not easy, but I have come this far, and I shall go the distance with nothing but coffee in my veins." Maria said in a serious tone as they shook hands "I am Maria, keeper of all nighters, and who might you be, my kindred spirit."

"I am Tim, the keeper of sacred coffee and all that is unholy."

"It was an honor to meet you Sacred Tim, may the coffee gods guide you in your journey, sadly we must part ways, for the lunch break is over, farewell..." and with that Maria left to rejoin the group.

"Dear god where the hell did you get that much coffee?!" - Chloé

"Kindred Spirits always find a way to assemble." - Maria

"Huh, so there is someone out there who is also a sleep deprived child." - Alix

The tour continued, and Maria noticed their tour guide kept looking at her with growing concern as she slowly made her way through the lovely coffee, she finished the cup within 1 hour and 30 minutes, and most of the staff kept looking at her as she now held the empty unholy cup, that was said to put people (that weren't chosen by the coffee gods) into caffeine induced commas, but she was fine, if anything she was more awake than yesterday and today combined. So yeah Today had a rocky start, but I'd say things are only just beginning.

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Chapter : Seven

This chapter is Reader and Spencer finally discussing what's going on. It's a little angst but a semi happy ending.

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Part 6

This one is definitely one of my favorite chapters I've written so far.

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I ended up walking out of the room and I could feel myself shaking. I was infuriated. I had been so upset with everything that happened between Spencer and Cat that I couldn’t see straight. Maybe I was being overly emotional but to be fair I still haven’t slept yet. Spencer had followed me out but neither of us made it far before I saw Ethan sitting in the break room talking to Jj. I glanced at Spencer then back at him. ‘He deserves to be in a cell, not in our break room. You and I both know that.’ He sighed and nodded knowing damn well now was not the time to fully argue with me. My hands were sore. I needed a release from the stress of the past couple of days. I would much rather the endorphins get released by Spencer and I tangled within the sheets.

It had been sometime since Spencer and I had been intimate due to work and me just not being in the mood because of the recent changes in my medication. We hadn’t openly discussed what had been going on with us to anyone on the team. At least I didn't. I wanted to keep things to myself. I had always suffered with dark thoughts and bad coping mechanisms. It wasn’t until Spencer pointed it out when we started living together. That it wasn't pointed out to me. He had spoken to me about it as gently as possible because he understood it was a sensitive topic that could either make me sob or be deeply upset with him and push him away.

It luckily ended in me trusting his judgement and he set me up with a psychologist. Within a month of therapy they decided I needed meds for my issues. Mood stabilizers, Antidepressants and anxiety medication. It took a lot of trial and error for us to find the right ones that worked for me. I was lucky enough to have a person in my life to love me through the changes I had to experience during that time. I unfortunately suffered from a hazy mind. If I get too focused on something I tend to forget to take all of the above. Spencer always kept a track of when I took them. He’d message me when I needed to when we weren’t together no matter what.

Of course he couldn’t when he was kidnapped. So here I was having a hard time processing everything I needed to. ‘You need to go home and sleep, eat and take your medication my love.’ As he spoke he cupped my face and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. I couldn’t help but notice the way Ethan looked at me with envy from the other room when I wasn’t staring into Spencer’s golden irises. A part of me felt like Spencer was just trying to get rid of me but I also knew he needed to come home and rest too. I can’t imagine he actually got any while he was kidnapped even if he was presumably only with Ethan.

I grabbed his hand and held it to my face as I leaned into it. I didn’t care that I had to stretch out my freshly made wounds. If anything the pain was a nice distraction from the whirlwind my mind had become from the ticking of the hours that had gone by. ‘Please come home with me. Ethan will be taken care of and it’s not like the Kitten can get out of her cell. Please.’ His eyes softened as he heard me speak and he went to shake his head no until Emily spoke up from behind us.

‘Both of you are going home. Neither of you have a choice in the matter. Everyone here has gotten rest but you two. The rest of the team and I can handle this by ourselves for a little while. Go home you two.’ She spoke loud enough to cause a scene and I couldn’t help but wince as everyone stared. ‘She’s right you haven’t eaten a proper meal Y/L/N in days’ Rossi commented from the peanut gallery. I pulled Spencer’s hand away from my face and squeezed it tightly. I hated being called out by anyone that wasn’t him. He has learned how to do it without making me feel guilty over the past couple of years. Right now all I felt was guilt. Guilty over the fact that on top of worrying about Spencer they were worried about me as well. I was such a screw up I swear. ‘ I agree I think I saw you resting your eyes maybe 10 minutes before you headed to the vending machine for an energy drink because the coffee wasn’t working for you anymore.’ Luke commented as he brought me my cardigan that I had draped over my chair at my desk. I sighed as I looked at him.

‘Guys we are going. I promise.’ Spencer spoke as he began to pull my hand lightly to lead me away from everyone. ‘Don’t forget to put him in a holding cell.’ I said as I pointed at Ethan as his eyes never seemed to leave Spencer and I. I locked on to his gaze and followed his line of sight. Correction: it wasn’t on both of us. It was only on Spencer.

I squeezed his hand harder than I probably should have. I didn't care. Ethan was truly creeping me out at that moment. Why was he staring at my husband like a child that had their favorite comfort item taken from them as a punishment. Perhaps in a way that's what I was doing. I knew the moment he and I left they would treat him like an unsub as they should. He'd get no special treatment because Spencer wouldn't be around. I was giddy at the thought and let out a small laugh as I walked out of the building with him in tow.

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I felt a weight leave my chest when Y/n asked me to shower with her. I logically knew it was probably because she couldn't bring herself to actually wash her hair or even herself. I was just thrilled over the fact that once our front door was locked into place she didn't turn around and snap at me about what happened between Cat and I. I knew what I let happen bothered her greatly. We've spoken about it before many times. I knew this time though I had almost opened Pandora's box. Perhaps I had only placed the key into it instead.

Still pulling her into my arms as the hot water washed over us was enough to make me sob into her freshly washed hair. I never wanted her to doubt my love for her. Yet here I was showing attraction to two different people and that wasn't fair to her. Sure it hadn't been spoken about nor did she know about the relationship Ethan and I shared when we were much younger. She had a right to know. I knew that. I also knew now wasn't the time to mention it.

I felt her put her full weight into me as the water droplets rolled down her soft skin. She seemed so fragile. We seemed so fragile. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe I was making up scenarios that would never come. Her hand inched up tracing the wound on my chest underneath it's bandage. I tried not to wince but no matter how gently she caressed it with her fingertips it still stung like it did when it was given to me mere days ago.

'I can't believe he did this to you.' Her voice was barely a whisper as if she too were afraid it would shatter the solace we found behind a mere shower curtain. I caught her hand in mine and placed it over my heart. I leaned in and kissed her as gently as I could muster. She returned it in kind but I could tell she had more to say. So of course I let her.

'He hurt you Spence and all you've done is protect him. I want to understand but I can't seem to wrap my head around why you'd protect a man that did such awful things to you.' As she spoke I remembered why I let him get away with it. It was simple. I couldn't remember who had actually hurt me. If it were him or Lindsey. I never coherently saw her. I only saw him and I felt like that was deliberately done.

'Sweetheart, do you trust me and my judgment on the matter?' As I spoke I pulled away from her to turn the water off and grab a towel wrapping her up in one first before I grabbed my own to dry myself off too. I watched in awe as she dried off and her breast jiggled as she did so. I had to turn my gaze away. Now was certainly not the time to be trying to bed my wife. I would be lying though if I said I didn't want to distract myself from everything that had happened these past few days.

Her and I both needed rest. She needed to eat first to take her medicine. That was top priority not my raging lust for her. 'I do. I just. I don't know there's things I don't know that I need to know before I make my final judgement on the situation. All I know is that my husband has been sexually touched, kidnapped and tortured in a matter of days and there was nothing I could do to change the outcome besides not walking out of the bureau when Cat touched you through your slacks!'

I could hear the frustration in her voice as she pulled on her panties and one of my t-shirts from college. I watched her as she quickly left the bathroom to head into the kitchen. I quickly slid on my gray sweats and rushed after her. I didn't like the idea of her being alone when she was angry and not in a great state of mind.

'I'm sorry.' I pulled her into me as she began to make herself toast. I placed a kiss on the junction between her neck and shoulder. 'I should have stopped the whole thing sooner. I just kept trying because I was certain if I did she'd slip up but she never did.'

By now I knew how Y/N's mind worked. 'Spencer you didn't stop her because you didn't want to. Whether you understand your attraction to her or not. You've always wanted to sleep with her. You yourself told me so when we were just friends. Don't start lying to me now about things' She pulled away from me and took the toast and her glass of water to the couch.

I realized then that she had actually made me some toast as well. I turned around to grab my own glass of water and her medicine. I sat beside her and sighed. 'Eat first then take your medicine. If you are feeling up to it I'll tell you before we go to bed tonight. Everything you need to know and probably things you'd rather not hear but as my wife and my best friend you have the right to know everything.'

She nodded as she bit into her food. Tears were silently streaming down her face already. I knew right now that it wasn't because of me. Not fully anyway she was just overwhelmed.

We ate in silence. I handed her; her pills and she took them without complaint. If anything she seemed rather numb to everything around her.

'Maybe telling you should wait.' I said as I pulled her to me. 'Thank you for not fighting with me about taking your medicine.' I kissed her cheek. 'I'm proud of you and how well you've held yourself together while I was gone.' She wasn't codependent on me per say but praise was always something I gave her. Especially after mom started to pick fights with me about her medication. Y/n was a walk in the park for me compared to her. She always felt bad that I needed to take care of her when she wasn't in her right state of mind.

To be honest though I love taking care of her. She was perfectly capable of doing anything and everything on her own but she trusted me enough to shut her brain off for a bit and let me take the reins for a few hours or even days. Right at this moment was one of those times. It's not like I didn't have days and times like her where I shut my mind off as well because I did and she would baby me and look after me like I am her at this very moment.

'I'd rather you tell me right now. I don't have the urge to fight or to do much of anything.' I nodded as I pulled her up with me and led her to the bed laying down with her and holding her from behind.

'First and foremost. I am in love with you with every fiber of my being. I don't ever want you to doubt that but I'll understand after I tell you everything if you do but I need you to always remember I will choose you without hesitation, without question.' She nodded after I was done. My fingers traced up and down her hand as I held her as close as possible.

'I'll always be your best friend first. Then your wife. That was something I told you on our wedding day and I plan to stick by that choice. I only ask that you stay remaining honest with me. I can't stand not knowing what's going on in your mind. As long as we stay honest with one another I know that we can make it through anything.' She pulled my hand up to her lips and kissed it and I couldn't help but sigh in relief. She was more than I deserved and I don't think anyone would ever understand how much I didn't deserve her.

'I'm not sure if it was Ethan that hurt me. I know he was the one to kidnap me but other than that I don't believe it was him. He would never hurt someon-' I stopped myself as I was searching for the right words. I could tell she was waiting with baited breath. 'Ethan would never hurt me like that would most likely be the proper word to say.'

She nodded 'You're holding back love. Just say what needs to be said. I can take it.'

I bit my lip and exhaled. 'Ethan wouldn't hurt me like that because he has been in love with me since college. We um.. he was- i-' I was struggling trying to form words. The past Ethan and I had together was a good one but he was also my first heartbreak.

'He was your first love huh? It's okay Spence we all have a past. Some of us just don't stay close to those from it.' As she spoke she rolled over to face me with a soft smile on her lips. 'Keep going. It's okay.' I know all of her wanted to cup my face but she restrained herself and just made due fiddling with my wedding band on my finger. Which is something she always did when we were having a deep conversation. I knew as long as she was playing with mine and not her own that we were okay.

`We were friends for a long time before him and I became intimate with one another. We always sorta stepped around the subject but one day after class he asked me out on a movie date. One thing led to another and I was in his room and we- we slept together.' She nodded again telling me to continue as her eyes stayed on her moving fingers.

I made a face. It's not the fact that I didn't want to tell her it was just the fact that I didn't know how.

'We dated all of college and then we separated when I joined the academy. I made it and he didn't. We grew apart. One thing led to another and I caught him in a very intimate position with someone. He claimed that the other person involved was the one that started it. He didn't have time to react before I walked out.'

I didn't dare look at her. I knew it was dumb of me to still be so hurt by what happened between him and I but I was. I trusted him deeply even to this day but I just couldn't let go of the way it looked like that wasn't their first kiss. No matter how many times he proved to me that it was.

Her hand moved to cup my face as she kissed away the small tears that I was shedding.

'I'm sorry he broke your heart Spencer. You didn't deserve that.'

'After I left we never fully spoke again. I never gave him the time of day. Not fully. We'd talk as friends and we'd talk for cases such as where Jj met Will but other than that I just shut anything to do with him out.'

I looked at her finally, my vision blurry with unshed tears and she looked at me and smiled softly at me. 'The truth is I was in love with him. After him I fell in love with Maeve. Then I met you and it's like everything started making sense again. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't drawn to you originally because in some aspects you reminded me of him. I think that was one of the reasons I first realized I was attracted to you.'

She pulled me in suddenly and kissed me sweetly on the lips. 'I love you Spencer. You and the things that make you, you now. We need to talk about Catherine but I'm getting very very sleepy and all I want from you right now is for you to let me drown in you and pretend for a small amount of time that these past few days haven't happened.'

I pulled her into me and held her as she buried her face into my hair. 'I love you Mrs Reid more than you will ever be able to comprehend.'

With that we both fell asleep for the first time in 4 days.

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