#going to watch episode 8 soon and preparing myself to be let down
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Seven Drinks
Bucky x f!reader
Summary: There's a reason Y/N has never had more than 3 drinks around the other avengers, and they're about to find out.
Warnings: depression, thoughts of suicide, panic attacks, angst (don't worry there's fluff too)
Word Count: 4322
a/n: This is inspired by that episode of Brooklyn 99 with 6 drink Amy (I adopted that concept!) and also Halsey's album Manic. :) I hope you like it. Anything in bold is a lyric from one of the songs on the album!
Please let me know if I messed up the trigger warning tags! I've never written anything like this before, so I just want to make sure I do it right.
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"We're having a party tonight." Tony's announcement was met with the usual groans of annoyance at having to schmooze with the typical socialites that attended Tony's party. "You know, you are so ungrateful sometimes. here I am trying to throw you a party, and you're complaining!"
"Tony, we all appreciate the effort you go to, but- at least speaking for me- I don't like people." Y/N's response was effortless, swiftly calming Tony and explaining the reactions.
"That is why-" Tony stuttered when he actually registered the words you said. "That doesn't sound like you at all. And besides, this is a party for just us. It'll be more like team building, but without any pre-planned activities. No "smarmy, rich people" to deal with." He directed his last sentence at Bucky, Steve, and Sam.
The team actually seemed excited at the prospect, albeit skeptical of Tony's motivations.
Unsurprisingly, Nat worked up the courage to question him on it first, "what's the catch?"
"No catch. Just friends, food, and lots of alcohol." His grin quickly shifted into a smirk as the entire room turned to look at you.
You groaned slightly, not wanting all the attention. "Look, there is a reason I cap myself at 3 drinks." Holding up one finger, you started to explain, "One drink Y/N is barely any different from my sober self."
Wanda quickly cut you off, "not true! You get louder." She smirked, happy to have added that tidbit of information.
"Fine." With a laugh, you admitted she was right. "I might get the tiniest bit louder." You held up a second finger to continue your explanation, but were once again cut off.
"It's not a bad thing. It's just your happy, bubbly, and slightly louder than normal personality shining through!" Nat added, seeing an opportunity to tease you for being so positive all the time.
"Thanks Nat. Anyway," emphasizing the rudeness of being interrupted twice, you continued, "two drink Y/N is more touchy feely than normal. Not in a creepy way though!"
"I love two drink Y/N. She gives the best hugs!" Thor eagerly added to the conversation, glad to have dropped by when he did.
"Thanks Thor." With a small smile in his direction, you held up a third finger. "Three drink Y/N is the perfect amount of just past tipsy to have fun without doing anything extremely embarrassing. It makes the most sense to stop there." You finished her little speech with your typical smile and a resolute nod of your head.
"Seriously, you need to relax. Just let loose this one time!" Sam tried to encourage you. With the eyes of nearly every avenger set on you, your resolve didn't last very long.
"Fine! Maybe I'll have a fourth drink." You were met with cheers as you rose from your spot on the couch, trying to prepare for the night that was to come.
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As soon as you stepped off the elevator, you had a drink in your hand. Clearly your friends were going to make sure you got a fourth drink. even Steve seemed excited when he saw you, although his golden boy personality didn't disappear completely.
"You sure about this? I don't want you to feel pressured!" Bucky nodded, weirdly enthusiastically, before adding, "Yeah doll, don't drink more than you want to."
"You two are too sweet. Sam's right, but don't tell him I said that." You winked at the two super soldiers, emphasizing the joke. "I should let myself relax sometimes. I'm in a safe place, with friends who won't let anything happen to me. What could a few more drinks really do?" You couldn't help but smile at how true that was. You were surrounded by people who care about you.
"Oh, so now it's a few more drinks? What are we talking here, six drink Y/N? Seven?" Bucky teased.
"You'll have to wait and see, Ducky." You teased right back, knowing how flustered he got at the pet name. Steve laughed at his friend as you walked away, ready for your second drink.
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Before long, you had your fourth drink in your hand. It was slightly odd how literally everyone was staring at you, but your were three drink Y/N at the time, so you were drunk enough not to care.
You downed the fourth drink, unprepared for the consequences.
"So, Y/N... how do you feel?" Clint braved the waters, everyone eagerly awaiting your reaction.
"That is so nice of you to ask! I feel great! I don't think I've ever been this happy." You jumped up and down, hugging Clint with a huge smile on your face.
"How did you get even happier?" Tony chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
"Do you not like it?" Like a switch had been flipped, you were nearly crying.
"What?! No!" Tony was so taken aback at the tears pooling in your eyes, he froze, unsure how to fix it. He looked around the room for help, but everyone else was just as shocked as him.
"I'll fix it!" You were at the bar, fixing another drink before anyone fully comprehended your mood swing.
You walked back up to the group, sipping from your fifth drink as if nothing happened. "What?" You questioned the odd looks, but before receiving an answer you squealed, again jumping up and down. "Let's dance!" You turned around, ready to move to the more open area before looking back over your shoulder, "Wanda! Nat! Pepper! Come on!"
The women shared a look, ultimately shrugging before joining you on the makeshift dance floor.
-
"Bucky, you've been staring at her for 20 straight minutes. When are you finally gonna talk to her?" Steve couldn't help but pester him about his feelings.
"I can't help it. I've never seen her dance so much. I mean, I know she's always happy, but this is a whole new level." He didn't take his eyes off of you, even when he was responding. "I can't tell her tonight, though. This is the most she's had to drink in years."
He watched as you moved back over to the bar, needing another drink after dancing so much.
"Here we go, six drink Y/N." Bucky gestured to the bar. Steve shook his head, but allowed the change of topic.
-
About five minutes after your sixth drink, you were somehow bounding around with even more energy. You were nearly running around the room, trying to talk to everyone at once.
"Ducky! Have I ever told you I took gymnastics lessons for 7 years when I was younger?" You were bouncing with pent up energy, excited to be sharing more information about yourself.
"No, you've actually never mentioned that." He smiled, enraptured by your childlike enthusiasm, so enraptured that he didn't notice the mischief in your eyes.
"Well, I did! Watch this." You handed a confused Bucky your now empty glass, turning and throwing your arms up. Bucky realized two late what was happening, and with both yours and his glasses in his hands, he couldn't physically stop you.
"Y/N, wait!" His shout had everyone turn and look as you flawlessly executed two cartwheels in a row.
Bucky would swear your smile got even bigger as you turned around to look at him again.
"Normally I can do more, but" you hiccuped, then lowered your voice to a really terrible whisper, "I'm a little drunk." You leaned into him, laughing as if you just told a joke.
Wanda walked up to you with a seventh drink, hoping seven drink Y/N had a little less energy, but happy to see you having so much fun. "Here ya go! One more of your favorites, just like you asked."
"Thank youuuuuu!" You shifted to hug Wanda, leaving Bucky to miss your added warmth.
-
You sipped your seventh drink slower than the rest, quickly running out of energy. Sliding the empty glass across the bar, you slipped out of the party unnoticed, making your way to the kitchen for some pickles- your favorite drunk food.
Your seventh drink hit you just after you opened the pickles. Gone was the happy, bubbly persona you showed the world. The mask slipped away, leaving you alone to contemplate your life choices.
You made your way to to the lounge just outside of the kitchen, choosing to lay on the floor behind the couch and stare out of the large floor to ceiling windows.
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"Where's Y/N?" Bucky glanced around the room, an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Huh? Oh, she said she wanted a snack." A very drunk Wanda turned to look at where the food was set up, scrunching her face in confusion when she couldn't find you. "Weird. Maybe she went to the bathroom?"
Bucky, having noticed your absence 8 minutes ago, didn't think you left for a bathroom break. "Maybe." Plus, you always took the girls to the bathroom with you. His eyes flitted about the room, taking one more glance before deciding to go look for you.
He decided to head for the kitchen since Wanda said you wanted a snack. He laughed at the open jar of pickles, knowing you at least passed through this room. He put the pickles away before popping his head into the lounge area.
"Y/N?" He called out, figuring this was the most likely location for you to end up.
You hummed in response, not moving from your spot on the floor. Bucky walked further into the room, slightly confused as to why he could hear you but not see you. That is, until he realized you were laying on the floor behind the couch.
"Why are you on the floor?" He smiled when he found you.
"I'm just looking at the sky." Your voice held a melancholy air as it floated through the room. Bucky's smile faltered, not used to hearing you sad. In the three years he's known you, he's only ever seen you sad because of a movie or tv show. Otherwise, you were quite literally always happy.
"Why-" he faltered, unsure how to check on you. "Is everything okay?" he nearly choked the words out, feeling slightly stressed at your sudden gloominess.
"Yeah." You took a deep breath, slowly letting it out in a deep sigh. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... I don't know." You sigh again, still looking at the sky.
Bucky chances another question, wanting to get you talking since you're acting so off. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel... so sorry." You words were so soft that Bucky could barely hear them.
"Sorry?" He tried to hide his confusion, matching your soft tone as he sat down a few feet away from you. "About what doll?"
"Just... because I feel so sad." Tears pooled in your eyes, but you didn't stop staring at the sky.
"What are you sad about?" It's taking everything in him for Bucky not to hold you right now. He doesn't want to make you even more upset, especially because he's never seen you like this.
"No one around me knows who I am..." He watched as a tear rolled down your cheek, shining in the light from the moon.
Bucky moves closer, just close enough for him to reach out and hold your hand. You squeeze it, instant relief flooding through him that he hasn't crossed any boundaries.
He goes to speak, but you cut him off. "I'm not breaking. I won't take it. And I won't ever feel this way again." Your voice is harder, as if your angry with yourself.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay to have feelings. You're allowed to feel like this. Don't push it away. Talk to me. Why don't you think anyone knows who you are? We're all here for you, Y/N." He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, trying to convey how serious he is.
You let out a dry laugh, wiping the the tears from your cheek. "My self preservation..." Bucky can tell there's more to, choosing to wait for you to continue. "All of my reservations..." You sigh again, sitting up, you scoot closer until you can lean your forehead against his shoulder. "I bottle it up. I'm my own biggest enemy." You let out another dry laugh, shaking your head without moving it from its resting place on Bucky's shoulder.
Bucky wraps his arm around you and leans his cheek against your head. "Take your time. You can talk to me." He whispered, trying to keep you talking without getting mad at yourself again.
"Well, I'd like to tell you that my sky is not blue, it's violent rain." The sounds of your sniffles break his heart. "I just pretend everything's fine because that's what I had to do when I was younger." Rather then interrupting, Bucky continues to rub small circles on your hand and your back, encouraging you to continue when you're ready. "Can I tell you a story? I... I think it'll help explain some of it."
"Of course. Anything you need, doll." He curses himself for the pet name, not wanting you to think he's joking. He just can't help it when it comes to you.
"Thank you, ducky." You chuckle, but your words are just as sincere as his. "You know I have two sisters, and I love them with all my heart, but sometimes growing up with them was hard. My older sister, she put so much pressure on herself to succeed. And, she did. She was so good at everything she did, that I felt like I had to be just as perfect.
With my younger sister, it was like it was effortless. She put just as much, if not more pressure on herself. but, she could do anything she tried to, with almost no learning curve. I always felt this crazy amount of pressure to be just as good.
My parents, they didn't really help with that. I mean, they were so supportive and I'm so grateful to them, but it was a lot of pressure. The summer between my junior and senior year of college, I wanted to get an internship. Ya know, to get some experience. It would set me up better for getting a job after graduation.
I spent months looking and applying, but nothing was working out. So, I went home for the summer. My mom would come home everyday and ask me if I got a job yet.
I spent nearly every waking hour looking for a job, even just a part time one for the summer. So one day, when we sat down for dinner and she asked if I got a job yet..."
Bucky could feel how tense you were telling this story, but he knew you needed to get it out.
"I told her, 'no, not yet' and she just seemed so disappointed. She asked if I was even applying and I snapped.
I yelled at her, something that had never really happened before. I told her I was trying. I was doing everything I could. She yelled at me for yelling and said it wasn't unreasonable to ask for updates.
I yelled right back. I kept saying I spend all day everyday trying and just when I finally get a break, she walks in and brings it all up again. I was stressed enough without her constant reminders.
I ended up running away from the table, in tears. I hid in the bathroom, there... there was a pair of scissors on the counter and I really thought about killing myself that day."
The tears are pouring out of you at this point. Bucky threw caution to the wind. He picked you up, maneuvering you to sit across his lap and lean your head on his chest. He kept rubbing circles into your back, murmuring words of encouragement.
"My younger sister tried to check on me, but I wouldn't open the door. My mom stomped down the hallway to her bedroom. I was full on having a panic attack in the hallway bathroom. I think I stayed in there for an hour before I went back to the dinner table.
My dad was in the kitchen. He put my plate in the microwave to heat up dinner for me. I ate through near constant tears, it only got worse every time he tried to ask me what happened. Why I snapped like that.
I wanted to apologize to my mom for yelling, so after I ate I went to her room. I knocked, and when she told me to come in I opened the door. I just remember her looking so angry.
I apologized. I told her I was sorry for yelling. She said something about not being unreasonable again. I cried again. When she asked what was wrong, I told her I was scared.
I couldn't put it into words though, so when she asked me 'of what?' I just shrugged. Then, she asked me if I was on my period.
God. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at her again, To make her understand 'I only wanna die some days. But if I decide to break, who will fill the empty space?' I decided that day that I would never try to tell anyone how I actually felt."
Bucky holds you as you cry. You're not sure how long it's been when you can finally breathe enough to talk again.
"I just, so many people have bigger problems then me. I grew up in a loving household. I went to college and made friends. I got a job after I graduated. So why am I so sad sometimes? I just wanna scream but what’s the use? At night, I lay awake and I stare at the door, I just can’t take it no more."
Bucky continues comforting you when he speaks again. "Just because other people have problems, doesn't mean yours are irrelevant. You are 100% allowed to feel however you feel, even if it seems like there's no reason for it. Have you ever thought about talking to someone about all of this? I know you just said you haven't told anyone how you actually feel for years, but I think it could help." He smiled nervously when you raised your head to look at him.
"I have actually. I joked about it a lot with my roommate right out of college. I always used to say 'everybody needs therapy' as a joke. Of course, I meant it. Most people probably do need therapy." You laughed, moving your arms around Bucky's neck to hug him. "Thank you for listening to me. I like talking to you."
Of course, Bucky noticed your smile didn't reach your eyes. He was confident in his words when he spoke again. "You can always talk to me. I'll always be there to listen." He followed that with a less confident "What's been bothering you today?"
"Oh, nothing that serious. It's just all pent up inside, ya know?" You smiled again, hiding your face so he couldn't see your lies.
Of course, he could still hear it in your voice. "Y/N, you can tell me. I want to be here for you."
"I... It's just, my insecurities are hurting me." You laughed at yourself. "Here we go with the fucking riddles, again. On the plus side, I think I've cried so much I'm back to one drink Y/N."
"Well, it has been 3 hours since I left to come find you." You were grateful for Bucky's joke, needing something to lift the mood a bit. "But, don't try and change the subject. I still want to know what's got you all sad." His words were light, but you knew how serious he was.
You took a deep breath, burying your head in his neck. "How could somebody ever love me?" You spoke into his shirt, not moving your head back even an inch.
"You know I can't understand you when you talk into my neck like that." Bucky tried joking, but even he knew it would do little to calm your fears.
You moved back, lips still grazing his skin when you repeated yourself, "how could somebody ever love me?"
Bucky wanted to scream. He wanted to tell you how much he loves you. He would gladly spend every day of his life loving you, but he didn't think this was the right time. Not when you just poured your heart out to him. So he settled for the almost truth.
"Anyone would be lucky to love you. You are selfless. You put everyone else first, no matter what. You always make sure everyone has a reason to smile, even when things aren't going right. You tell the best jokes. You're great at cuddling." He squeezes you closer to him, emphasizing the point. "You are beautiful, inside and out. Everyone who comes into contact with you automatically has a better day. You are incredibly strong and independent. I've never met anyone so incredibly good. Even Steve. Anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."
His words brought more tears to your eyes, pooling in the corners. "Then how come everyone that I’ve dated says they hate it cause they don’t know what to do with me? I feel broken."
"They were all idiots. You're not broken. Not even a little bit. You're learning how to express your feelings. You just need someone who would take it slow." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, struggling not to tell you everything.
"I wonder if you’d take it slow." Your eyes go wide when that slips out. You hadn't meant to make things uncomfortable. One look at Bucky's face has you freaking out. He looks stunned. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out! Oh god, you've been there for me all night and I go and fuck it up by admitting I'm in love with you."
Your eyes grow even larger. You would move out of his lap, but his arms are still holding you in place. "Shit! Maybe I'm still drunk because apparently I have no filter." You say the last part more to yourself, but he can still hear you.
"Y/N?" Your name comes out of his mouth in a soft whisper.
"Yes?" You cringe internally at messing everything up.
"I would take it slow." He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours while he waits for you to absorb his words.
"Yeah?" You whisper back, a smile ghosting your lips.
"Yeah." You both lean in, exchanging soft, slow kisses and sleepy smiles.
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The two of you ended up falling asleep leaning against the back of the couch. The sun streaming through the windows, combined with the noise of the other avengers in the kitchen, wakes you up.
You nudge Bucky, grinning when he pulls you closer.
"C'mon. Let's get some breakfast." He groans again, but eventually stands up.
The two of you walk into the nearly full kitchen, surprising everyone by coming from the lounge rather than the elevators. They share amused expressions, unaware of the emotional hurdles you jumped last night.
You head right for Sam, hugging him tightly before moving on to hug everyone else.
"I just wanted to thank you all. For encouraging me to live a little last night, but also for being there for me." Tears spring to your eyes again, shocking everyone but Bucky. "You're all like a family to me and I'm so glad I have you all to lean on." You made your way back to Bucky, leaning into his side while he poured both of you some cereal.
You smile when you look at him, kissing his cheek before sliding into the stool next to his.
As if broken out of a day dream, Sam sputters out a question. "What the hell did seven drink Y/N do last night?" Thrown off both by your behaviour with Bucky and the short emotional speech.
"Oh, seven drink Y/N is an emotional little bitch. I think I cried eight years of suppressed tears." You laughed, grinning at Bucky when he squeezed your hand. "Also, I think I need a therapist." Your casual admission has Tony spitting out his breakfast.
"What the hell happened last night after you disappeared from the party?" He guffaws, trying to put the pieces together.
"Also, why aren't you even a little bit hungover?" Nat chimed in, upset at missing out on seeing you anything but cheery.
"Well, to answer Nat first, I don't get hungover. Never have, even the one time I blackout out." You shrugged at everyone's slightly jealous expressions. "To answer Tony, I had an emotional breakthrough. Bucky helped me talk through it, something I never thought I'd be able to do. Long story short, i'm going to learn how to share my feelings instead of suppressing them all."
"Suppressing them? What are you talking about? I've literally never felt anything but happiness from you before?" Wanda questioned the new development.
"Well, that's because I'm really good at hiding how I feel. I'd rather not go through it all again, so just watch the security footage from the lounge last night, yeah? I want you all to know, even if it took seven drink Y/N to share it." You quickly finished eating, pulling Bucky to the doorway.
"While you do that, we're going out. Bye!" Before they could question anything else, you ran to the elevator, dragging a very willing Bucky behind you.
"We're going out?" He questioned when the elevator doors shut.
"Yep. Get dressed, I want to see all your favorite places in New York. Even if they're different now. Take me to all your favorite spots." You both smiled, sharing another soft kiss before parting to change for the day.
"Hey," Bucky called, causing you to turn over your shoulder, "I love you."
"I love you too."
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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?
series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia
pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader
length: 5k words
warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??
tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert
summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see
author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!
Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.
To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!
“Oi.”
You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”
You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”
“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.
You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”
His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”
“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.
“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.
You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.
You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.
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There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.
The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.
Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.
As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.
However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.
“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.
You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.
“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.
You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”
He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”
“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.
The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.
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The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.
“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.
“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.
Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.
“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.
You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”
He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.
You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”
He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.
“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.
“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.
You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.
You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”
“Shut up,” he stated plainly.
He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...
You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.
“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.
“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.
His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”
His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.
You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”
He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.
“Look just-”
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.
Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.
“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.
His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.
Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.
Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.
“I-”
“Uh-”
You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.
“Good night,” he said.
He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.
The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.
-
Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.
Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.
On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.
“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.
He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”
“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.
He laughed, “So, what if I do?”
You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.
You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”
He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.
-
Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.
“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.
“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.
“Same,” said Hagakure.
The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.
“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.
“Well, I mean-”
“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.
Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”
You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”
Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”
“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.
“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.
“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.
He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”
“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.
Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”
“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.
“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.
The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.
You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.
“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.
You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”
You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:
yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting
...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)
After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...
PING PING
A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.
“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.
Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.
“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.
You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.
Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.
“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.
Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”
“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.
Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.
“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.
“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.
Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”
You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.
“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.
“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.
Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”
You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”
Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-
“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.
Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.
You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.
To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.
That motherfucker...
The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.
You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…
You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.
“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.
Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.
“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.
With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”
Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”
You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.
“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”
The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.
He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”
He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.
“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.
He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.
He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”
You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.
“W-wait, what-” he started.
“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”
Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”
Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”
Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”
To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.
“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”
You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.
For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.
“I-”
Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.
“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.
Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.
Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”
He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”
You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”
He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”
Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”
“Whatever.”
You smiled, “Whatever!”
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Author's note: Wasn't episode 8 just lovely? I just couldn't get this out of my head, they're becoming so dependent on each other. Be still my beating heart. They're reminding me of my MoonMun couple so much and I think that explains my obsession and the amount of fics I've written thus far lol.
Summary: Just for tonight he'll be selfish.
"Are you okay now? Is there someone there?" He moves towards the dark alley that she came bolting from looking as frightened as he's ever seen her. He feels his muscles coil ready to protect her by any means possible. But before he can move she's tightening her hold on him, clinging to him now he can feel her warmth all around him like a blanket.
"No! Don't leave me." Hearing that scared plea causes a blurry memory to resurface in his mind, he can almost feel the words swimming in his mind but the memory is foggy and it evaporates as quickly as it formed.
Strange.
"Okay, okay. I'm not going anywhere. Let's go inside." He starts to maneuver her toward her house at first she moves with him but then she stills, letting out a small sound of recollection.
"My phone." She whispers into his chest, they are pressed so closely he can feel her heartbeat still pounding through her chest into his. He strokes her back in a lazy soothing manner, shocked when she melts into his embrace further. Nothing is making sense at this moment but he doesn't care enough to stop, this.
"What about your phone?" He redirects the conversation and she continues, "I dropped it in there when I ran away."
"Okay. I'll go get it, wait here." He starts to gently untangle her hands from his flannel but she lets out a whine, gripping his shirt even stronger and moving with him.
"I'll---let's go together."
She's trembling now, positively shaking in her spot and he wants to argue with her to just go inside and wait for him but her earlier plea echoes in his ears. He can't leave her alone not right now, so he steps forward feeling her move with him, one step after another until he sees the rectangular object on the ground.
"I'm going to bend down to get it." He can feel her shifting beside him looking around wildly but thankfully no ominous figure appears, they are alone.
After a moment she nods, letting go enough for him to bend and retrieve the device and he checks the screen noting happily that it's not damaged but when he touches the screen it doesn't turn on so he tries again.
"It's dead. I forgot to charge it." She admits, taking the phone from his grasp.
He turns to her with a sharp stare, "You stayed out late after what happened and didn't charge your phone? Are you that fearless?" He chides, frustrated with her lack of awareness and disregard for her safety. If anything ever happened to her he would.... He would.......
"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't realize. I know it was irresponsible."
It's not a response he's expecting, the Hye Jin he knows would argue back, hardly taking shit from him ergo her meek uncharacteristic reply makes him feel worst, he shouldn't be blaming her especially after seeing first-hand how scared she is.
"Let's go inside now, it's cold and you're shaking." They both know the temperature has very little to do with her tremors but she doesn't disagree and carelessly he enters the code when they reach the door, ignoring the jolt in his chest that erupts as he enters his own birthday and the door clicks open. He thought she would have changed it by now.
He's grateful she hasn't.
They both take off their shoes, standing side by side now her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder. It's a small space and they can barely move but they work around it, reluctant to release each other.
"Thank you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, he thinks that he almost imagined it. He had an excuse prepared this time, he was merely patrolling and happened to pass her house. That was the lie he intended to go with, but something in her voice stops him from saying those deceitful words. He's tired of hiding and making up excuses for being around her.
"You're welcome. Here sit down, I'll make you some tea." Thoughtlessly he moves towards the kitchen, taking two steps until he can't move anymore. She's holding onto him tightly, he turns around looking at her small closed fists and then her trembling pretty face.
With a soft sigh, he takes her hand rubbing a thumb across the smooth skin.
"Just come with me." Immediately she steps forward pressing into his back, he tries to calm his heart taking the teapot and filling it with water, then he opens the cabinet retrieving a mug and setting it aside.
"I like honey. And a squeeze of lemon." He smiles at her soft demands.
Now that sounds more like his dentist. The bottle of honey is in her top cabinet and he grabs a fresh lemon from the fridge cutting it in half.
They stand silently as the water boils and he finally feels his anger boiling away as well. Angry that he was almost too late and that his town isn't safe anymore, angry that someone was able to shake this immoveable woman.
The shrill ringing of the teapot breaks him from his impasse, on autopilot he pours the water on the tea bag, then squeezes the honey in the steaming water, "I like a lot of honey." She's attached to his back her voice vibrating straight through him, he freezes when she wraps her arms around his waist. Her closeness is messing with his mind, but he tries to finish his job and get them on the couch maybe with some distance between them.
For his sanity.
"Let's go sit down." He grabs both mugs walking over to her couch, placing her cup on the far right and taking a seat on the far left putting a sea of distance between them. But immediately she sits down right next to him, leaving no space between them she might as well be in his lap. He squirms in place, standing up to get some reprieve but she grabs his hand staring up at him.
"Where are you going?" Fear bleeds into her voice and he lets go of his hesitations, tonight is not about him.
Leaning over he grabs her cup, tugging it closer.
"Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere. Drink your tea."
She blinks slowly at him before nodding and bringing the warm beverage to her lips. Her hum of satisfaction warms him all the way down to his toes.
"It's good. You really are good at everything." He preens at the compliment, thinking of all the times this week he wasn't needed or was cast aside for Director Ji. He's been swallowing his jealousy all week. So her words fill a hollow space in his chest.
He watches her drink the entire cup, ignoring his own growing cold on the table.
"I need to charge my phone." She suddenly says and he stares before nodding, taking the opportunity to drink his lukewarm tea. But then he notices that she's not moving despite having the phone and charging in her hand.
"What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.
She looks embarrassed now, unable to meet his eyes and he's flabbergasted at her reaction.
"Come with me?" He stares at her, feeling the same pride bloom as when she sat next to him instead of her sunbae, she's leaning on him.
He spots an outlet across the room, "Okay let's go there." She looks relieved at his lack of teasing, together they walk over to the outlet and she bends to plug in the charger and puts the phone on the ground.
In seconds the phone comes to life and he feels a sharp pain in his chest as a barrage of messages light up her phone, the majority from one person. When she clicks to open the message he instinctively looks away, not wanting to witness their conversation.
"He messaged so much." Her voice is filled with awe and childishly he moves away. He'd almost forgotten that she didn't actually need him. He was just conveniently there.
"I should go now. You're safe. Make sure to come home earlier from now on, maybe ask him to walk you home." It hurts to utter those words but it's easier than being replaced later, it's okay if he's the one that pushes her away first. "I'll see myself out."
He stands ready to leave, pointedly not looking back before he changes his mind and stays forever.
She was just scared, tonight didn't mean anything.
He grabs his fallen bagpack thrusting it on his shoulder, hopping into his boots all ready to head out. But it's unusually quiet, the silence is so deafening that he can't stop himself from looking back over at her. It's a mistake, a huge one at that. The phone has fallen from her hands, abandoned to the side and she's looking at him with the most desolate stare he's ever seen, moisture pooling in her huge round eyes.
"What's wrong? Why are you cry--"
"You said you wouldn't leave me. Why are you changing your mind? What if someone is still there? What am I supposed to do without yo--u?" Her voice cracks on the last word and his heart follows, she needs him. Nobody else has this week but here she is breaking down because he tried to leave, she needs him.
His decision is made for him in that moment.
As soon as he's close enough to touch she's clinging to him once again, he only absently realizes that she's trying to lead them to her bedroom but even he's not saintly enough for that so he stops her.
"Let's go to the couch. You'll feel more comfortable."
She doesn't question him seemingly happy to follow his lead.
The couch is comfy but definitely not intended for two grown adults, leaning over the arm rest he tries to get situated and once he stops moving she's snuggling into his side curling around him like a cat.
"Whenever I was scared, my mom used to stroke my hair."
He stares at the wall in front of them, wondering if she's aware of just how many lines they're crossing tonight- no catapulting over. But he's tired of second guessing himself so he stops thinking and just listens, bringing the hand that is curled on her shoulder up to her head before dragging his palm down her soft hair, gulping when she moans at the ministrations.
Her breathing starts to deepen and he feels her body losing its tension, she's falling asleep and once she succumbs he can finally make his escape, that's his plan. But he doesn't expect her to start stroking him too, her hand delicate on his chest.
"You've worked hard. Stopping a scammer and saving me all while recovering from a cold."
It's nothing. It's what he's supposed to do.
But it feels so good to hear those words, words that he hardly heard growing up.
"Go to sleep." He says instead of thank you, instead of kissing her like he's wanted to since he saw her outside and she ran straight into his heart.
It's a miracle but she listens to him, drifting to sleep her head heavy on his chest and he knows that he should wait a few minutes and try to extract himself but he can't, not tonight. Just for tonight he'll be selfish.
"You're making me want all sorts of things." He whispers to her sleeping face, terrified of her and all that she makes him feel. Feeling emboldened by their almost kiss initiated by her, he pushes her hair behind her ear taking a second to really looking at her face. She really is that beautiful. It doesn't seem fair. Leaning down he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, her skin is sleep warm and perfectly smooth. He presses a second one shamelessly. Her lips are right there and heavens knows that he's tempted but he can't take advantage, can't bring himself to do anything else. That's enough.
He doesn't know when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Mi-seon throwing a blanket over them, he keeps his eyes tightly shut mentally berating himself for that leaving when he had a chance.
"Just friends my ass. Just admit that you like him, look at the way you're clinging to him."
Somehow they traversed further down the couch in their sleep, both laying horizontal now with her body on top on his and her head tucked under his chin.
"I've never seen her sleep so peacefully though. She looks so young."
He tries not to think too deeply into what that might mean, listening to the retreating footsteps of her roommate and feeling himself losing the battle with sleep. She'll probably be embarrassed to find them this way tomorrow but that's a hurdle for another day.
Just for tonight I'll hold her. Until I'm not allowed to hold her anymore.
#hometown cha cha cha#another episode coda#hong du shik#yoon hye jin#they are taking over all my brain activity#another fluffy drabble#this episode broke me
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sleeping over at their s/o’s house for the first time [scenarios]
pairings: sakusa kiyoomi; hirugami sachirou; kuroo tetsurou x fem reader
genre: fluff and humor, as per usual
warning(s): n/a
notes: kinda popped off on hirugami’s part. couldn't help myself. not sorry bout it either. can’t wait til we get to see more of his cute lil face in the anime.
he is so painfully awkward I love him
will just stand in the entryway with his duffle slung over his shoulder, staring straight at you until you tell him when he can put his stuff
this literally isn’t his first time over at your house but he acts like it???
poor baby’s obviously nervous about ~ spending the night ~
immediately washes his hands
brings his own pillow
asks if you’ve sanitized all your surfaces recently/if anyone in your household has been sick lately
does he wanna play video games? not until he’s wiped down all the controllers.
does he wanna watch real housewives? no, but you put it on anyway because you know he secretly loves the drama
does he want a snack? possibly? but refuses to eat on your bed because lying on crumbs is nasty
all he does is get under the covers and hang out
only moves to brush his teeth and, of course, wash his hands
will do a face mask with you but only after thoroughly reading the contents of the bottle/package
wears his hoodie and sweats to bed
is asleep before 10pm
2/10. total party pooper who only gets points because he’s hot and dislikes the same housewives as you do
Moments after releasing a rather loud guffaw at a funny scene from the television show you have playing on your laptop, you hear a small groan echo from beside you. Turning your head to the source of the noise brings your attention to your boyfriend, whose tall form rested on the bed beside you, ensconced in your blankets. His eyelids flutter open and his eyes the color of charcoal fasten on you before narrowing in a small glare of annoyance from underneath the sea of black waves atop his head.
Maybe you would’ve felt even the slightest bit intimidated if his face wasn’t close to being absorbed by the yellow fabric of his hoodie--and if he hadn’t flattened his hair against his forehead by closing the drawstrings to secure his hood around his head.
“Kiyo!” you whine, crossing your arms in front of you chest, “Were you really asleep just now?”
His dark eyebrows furrow as he answers matter-of-factly, “Yes. You know I go to bed at ten o’clock, (f/n). It’s ten thirty.”
You roll your (e/c) eyes at him and protest, “But this is a sleepover! Would it kill you to stay awake a little longer so you can spend some precious time with your beloved girlfriend?”
“Lack of sleep can lead to sickness. Sickness can lead to death. So, yes, staying awake longer to spend precious time with my beloved girlfriend could kill me.”
“I hate you.”
He lets out a long sigh and reaches over towards your laptop to close it, putting an end to your Real Housewives marathon. Once he’s moved it off of your bed, one of his arms snakes around your waist and pulls your body down towards the mattress. His midnight gaze doesn’t falter as he says, “If you get sick, I won’t be able to spend time with you like this, so sleep with me.”
Your heart skips a beat at his tenderly spoken words, and you crawl underneath the covers so you can place your head on his muscular chest and curl up beside him. The feeling of his warmth surrounding you is enough to make you melt into his arms and forgive him for completely ditching you in favor of sleep.
“(F/n).”
“Yes, baby?”
“If you kick me off the bed, this will be our last sleepover.”
sweet boy who is very excited to spend the night at his girlfriend’s house!!
brings snacks and movies
he enjoys doing any activity with you, whether it’s watching movies, playing video/board games, or just cuddling on the couch and talking
not hard to please at all!!!
watches rom coms with you. secretly a hopeless romantic
you’ll probably spend at least ten minutes of your night trying to catch pieces of popcorn in your mouths
and another ten doing the same thing with m&ms
poor boy is too tall to fit under your blankets, so you have to give him an extra one for his legs and feet
bedtime attire consists of boxers with corgis on them, a sweater, and crew socks to keep his tootsies warm 🥺
brings you a pair of matching, corgi-patterned sleeping shorts bc he wants to twin with you
your parents are gone, meaning you can do chaotic activities...
... like baking at 2am!!
he loves to bake (and you can’t convince me otherwise). pls bake with him
wants to stay up all night with you but ends up passing out around 3am after y'all eat all the cookies you made together
11/10, best sleepover ever
Few things were more romantic than spending an evening with your boyfriend on your hands and knees, against the cold, tile floor of the kitchen, cleaning up the aftermath of the mess you’d created.
Lifting your gaze from the white goop coating the flooring, you glance over at Hirugami, who looks completely unfazed and unbothered despite his face still being decorated with dollops of whipped cream. Beholding this sight once more sends you into another fit of laughter that makes it hard for you to keep yourself steady.
“What?” he asks, a small smile creeping onto his lips at seeing you so amused.
In between breaths, you manage to ask, “Why’ve you still got whipped cream on your face?”
With a roll of his chestnut brown eyes, he uses his fingers to swipe some of it off so he can help himself to another serving. “Obviously,” he scoffs sassily, “I’m saving it for later.” His smart comment makes you snort rather unattractively, which, in turn, causes chuckles to pour out from his mouth. “I’m assuming that’s what you’re doing too, right?”
Your (e/c) eyes widen, since you thought you’d done a good job of clearing up the results of your whipped cream battle from your face. A glance at your reflection in the glass of the oven where the cookies were slowly baking soon proved you wrong. Instead of being irritated by this discovery, however, you let out another, wheezing laugh and fell onto your side.
To any outsider, the situation would’ve looked rather strange--an incredibly tall volleyball player dressed only in corgi-patterned boxers, a sweater, and socks, face covered in whipped cream as he fell about laughing with his girlfriend who wore a similar ensemble and was sporting the same whipped cream situation. However, in your defense, it was two o’clock am, and you were high on sugar.
"Come over here and I’ll get the rest off your face, then,” Hirugami suggests, extending his long arms towards you that beckon you closer to him. After you scoot closer to him, he pulls you into his embrace and starts peppering your skin reddened from laughing so heartily with kisses. With each press of his lips against your face, your heart flutters in your chest.
He only pulls away from you when the oven beeps, alerting you that the cookies you’ve been awaiting are finally ready. But he does so with hesitation, seeing as he’d been caught up in savoring the sweet taste of your lips instead.
“You ready to eat some cookies?” he asks with a grin.
Your reply makes him snicker: “Always.”
is fully prepared to stay up the entire night (spoiler alert: doesn't)
made an entire party playlist for y'all to listen to throughout the evening
expect lots of dancing, vibing, singing, and buzzfeed unsolved episodes
brings dance dance revolution over to your house and then proceeds to challenge you to a dance off
was not prepared for what you brought to the table
tries twerking to distract you but still fails
will go on a midnight mcdonalds run with you
is the kinda person to share deep, late night thoughts with
only with him can your conversations go from discussing the questions of human existence to debating which form of potatoes is the most elite
will 100% do face masks with you to keep his complexion lookin godly
INSISTS on watching scary movies
expectation: “don’t worry, babe; I got you!!”
reality: is visibly shaking underneath the covers, questioning all the shadows in your house
wears only a pair of shorts to bed even tho it’s cold af (he runs hot, if ya know what I mean heheh)
8/10. would’ve scored the last 2 points if he hadn’t stolen the blankets and made you wonder if your house was haunted
"(F/n).”
The familiar and gentle voice of your boyfriend rouses you from your semi-conscious state, and you hear the sheets of your bed rustle.
“I’m so tired, Tetsu... what is it?” you wonder groggily, not even bothering to open your eyes to see what’s upset him.
“I think your house is haunted,” is his response. Though he speaks calmly and coherently, his hazel eyes are wide with fear and darting around the dark bedroom.
“Oh, stop. I knew it was a bad idea to watch those supernatural Buzzfeed Unsolved episodes before bed.”
The bed sinks behind you, and you feel the warmth of the blanket he’d stolen from you earlier around your body as he pulls you towards him so your back is flush against his chest. While you appreciate his closeness to you, you can tell he’s far from relaxed. The grip his fingers have around one of your shoulders is tight, as if he’s using it as a stress ball.
You murmur his name with indignation and pry his cold hand off your shoulder, but press a gentle kiss against the back of it. “Baby, go to sleep.”
He noticeably stiffens when a quiet whoosh sounds from another part of your house. “What the heck was that?” he asks from where his face is buried in the back of your neck, too afraid to look around and risk finding something he might not want to see.
“The dishwasher.”
“Y-Yeah,” he stammers, “the dishwasher... of course...”
With a gentle groan, you lift your head so you can turn and press a gentle kiss against his forehead in an attempt to soothe him. As soon as you plop back down onto your pillow, Kuroo takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, desperate to get a wink of sleep.
The sound of a creak brings both of you to attention moments later, however, and your heart begins to race.
“That was the house settling... right?” you whisper.
He pulls the blanket over both of your heads, fully cloaking your bodies beneath it and says, “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go with that.”
At this point, you realize it’s going to be a long night for reasons other than those you’d expected.
#fran writes hq!!#sakusa kiyoomi#hirugami sachirou#kuroo tetsurou#hirugami is just too cute we love him here#I feel like kiyoomi loves the tea#he lives for that shit#and kuroo bein a cute lil scaredy cat#we love him tho#we love them all here#haikyuu#hq!!#hirugami sachirou x reader#kuroo tetsurou x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#x reader#reader insert#anime#manga#cute#funny#fluff#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons#headcanons#hcs
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OK, right after I have watched 08.19, this is what I must say
There are two things I am going to say, one is about Rederina, the other...well, we'll get to that anyway later on.
So, about Rederina: it has been sealed a long time ago in my mind that Rederina is actually canon endgame; this is what the writing crew leads us to, this is what James is acting out, this has been a logical ziggsaw puzzle all along and it works, it is possoble to complete it only as long as the Mother theory is the truth, which I believe wholeheartedly is true! So, 08.19 just put another puzzle piece into our hands - we are lead with Elizabeth right to the reveal, which could be only to her, or both to her and to us. But right now is the moment when Red and Liz could only fight back TOGETHER or fall together, and that is just not going to happen with season 9 in tow and the possible plans to keep the show running. I see it clear enough that it is perfectly possible to do season 9 right after the grand Rederina reveal - because I believe that Jon has no reason to be afraid of loosing audience when he has the support of the chennel! And I do see it that way - Jon will see Rederina through as endgame because all the clues, 08.19 included, are no coincidence at all. They are preparing end of the season reveal, and outing The Witch as an imposter and killing Townsend is not enough of a reveal for a season with a slogan "no more secrets". How they will keep going after that? We shall see to find out. But the moment Red came to save Liz yet again was such a Mother-Daughter moment, Red's voice breaking with emotion, not trying to down talk Liz, but taking all the blame with so much love...Liz will get her answers, she sure will get them soon. And we shall too. And we shall too!
Now, to the second thing, which is actually a shipping war! God, I hate shipping wars, but we are onto one right now. And the shipping war is between keen2 camp and keenler camp, united by the first part of both shipps, Elizabeth Keen.
Well, first things first: Keen is her husband's alias, in fact per her husband she is Elizabeth Hargrave! As for the second thing - I am a keen2 shipper, they are my OTP, I love them so much I can barely accept the probobal fact of Liz finding her female happiness with anyone else...BUT that is not the point. The point actually is that Liz is a widow, and for quite some time right now. She has a Daughter, Agnes, who is a little angel, and angels need protection; a little girl and a lonely widow her Mother, don't they deserve better even despite my shipping feelings? YES THEY DO!!! Liz will never feel the same way about anyone else, but she could feel differently, couldn't she???
What I mean is that friendship is sometimes a more solide base on which to build a family, then passion, lust, or even love...because friendship requires taking care of one another, and that is love enough. That is true love, without the sex element, or even with it. Friendly sex is a known social phenomena, way better then just by blow which means nothing to either of the participants of the process.
There is one thing the writers need not prove to me time and time again, because they already did, they were proving it for 8 seasons, in every other episode: LIZ AND DONALD CARE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH, THAT HARM OR DEATH OF ONE WOULD EMOTIONALLY DESTROY THE OTHER!
Does that mean I support keenler as a shipper? No. Does that mean I would be OK with Donald and Liz together in the end? As a couple, maybe with another baby? YES, I WOULD BE!
If it was not Donald we are talking about, I might have found myself less pliant as a keen2 shipper, because what I wish Liz to have is so much more then just someone to fuck! And Donald Ressler is NOT just someone to fuck for Elizabeth. He is a friend, a partner, a shoulder to cry on, an honest voice, someone who is always true to his friendship with her, someone who cares so much that he would die for her or lie for her, because he cares! Does he love her? Well, that is NOT the question, because how would we care without loving? Love requires care, care springs from love! One does not walk without the other.
Same with Liz! She cares about Donald, she needs him in her life in any capacity whatsoever, so wishing her to not be with Donald romantically would mean I do not wish Liz to be happy, to be with someone she cares about, and that would mean I do not love Liz, but in fact I do love her. And Tom loved her! And her being happy still even after Tom's death just means that Tom's wish is fullfilled, for he wanted her to ve happy, not lonely and miserable for the rest of her life!
Shipping war is one thing, but why don't we use our brain and realize that this is much more then just about a shipping war - it is about wanting the unifying part of both shipps to be happy. And that means another thing - we shippers of the two shipps have absolutely nothing to war over!
It is just the past and the present. And the present can not happen without the past. So, my friends keen2 and my friends keenler, and my friends resslingtons, all of us, let's stop the shipping war because it takes so much joy out of being just who we are! There is fanfiction for every shipp, an answer to all of our hopes, because canon could not sattisfy us all, that would be impossible.
So why fight over something we have no influence on?!? Why not just enjoy the ride while it lasts? We know that nothing lasts forever!
Good day to you all, my friends in TBL fandom: rederinas, keen2s, keenlers, resslingtons and all the rest of the gang! Good day to all of you! And to each one! ❤
#the blacklist#keen2#james spader#katarina rostova#raymond reddington#rederina#keenler#shipping wars
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Duskwood - What's next?
Probably soon we will get a new episode, so now I want to share my fanfiction written around two months ago, about my feelings and thoughts after 8 episode. (sorry for a little OoC Jake, I needed him to sort my theories)
Also I'm not English speaker, this story is translated from my native language (Polish). Sorry for any errors!
Warnings: episode 8 spoilers!!!, description of "death"(?), my own theories
Word count: 1509
Summary: It's about what my MC felt during MWAF call and how conversation with Jake would look after that.
AO3 link
As soon as Thomas and Jessy escaped safely from that house, I was overwhelmed with relief. It was unbearable when Jessy decided to go to the bunker on her own and ignore my message to wait for Thomas. It's unbelievable! Are these people crazy? They shouldn't ignore the threat, NEVER, especially when we don't know where the enemy is. They shouldn’t go anywhere alone. Cleo was watched when she was alone, Jessy attacked when she was alone and Richy was kil... He was alone then too. He did not wait for anyone either. That was the only reason I didn't want Thomas to go looking for Richy himself. Because we could have lost him too.
And now my worst fears have been confirmed! When I saw the hideout of the man without face, I wasn't sure what was wrong. Something wasn’t right. Only after a moment it hit me. Candles! The threat was near. If they weren’t together there, I don't know how it could have ended.
Lilly had barely written that she was calling the police when my phone rang. I had a feeling I might know who it was.
“It wasn’t enough for you, that I killed the mechanic?” – I heard a familiar hoarse voice. I shuddered. He want to tell me more threats, right?– “It’s over now. I will kill them all. Cleo. Thomas. Lilly. Jessy. And Dan. Every single one of them!” - Though it's hard for me to admit it, I was just waiting for him to say Jake’s name. Because if he does not know about his existence, does not know that he is important, then we have an ace up our sleeve. A wanted ace. In the hideout. But ace afterall. – “And. You. Will. Watch!” – I didn’t liked the sound of this sentence. Probably just a moment ago I received confirmation that these are not vain threats. That Richy is really dead. But I still didn't allow myself to accept that. I can't now. I can't be afraid. Not while talking to this man. – “And in the end. I’ll be coming for you.”
The caller hung up. I put the phone face down and exhaled a breath. The last threat didn't really scare me. All right, he'll come for me. It will take a while. I don't live in Duskwood, I'm not even close, I'm from another country. I wish him good luck finding me. I'm not even sure if he knows what I look like. I have never turned on the camera during a conversation, and my photos on social media are not under the same name which I introduced myself to the rest of the group. Why would I tell them my real name? I used a pseudonym. I’m sure Jake knows that. That's why I never asked him for his name. I didn’t have the right to know as I never given mine. Especially as he wanted to stay as anonymous as he could. I understand that.
But now is not the time to consider being anonymous. As far as I can tell I am, but the rest of them? They are not. He really knows them. He knows what they look like. He saw Thomas and Jessy running away. They're all in Duskwood. Only me and Jake are safe. But they are not.
My consciousness finally made me realize the full implication of the man’s without face words. He wants to kill them. Before my eyes.
When I spoke to Richy, I could see that he was trying very hard to let me see him. As if with the last of his strength he was forcing himself to put the phone in the right position. Maybe he wanted to say something. But the blood from his mouth must have surprised him, and he was unable to say anything clear. And then the phone fell down. Probably Richy released his grab when he passed out. Yes. Passed out. I still don't want to believe Richy is dead. If I do this, I will break down. Anyway, I really don't like the idea of seeing the rest of the group die before my eyes. I don't want to lose them.
Suddenly I heard a ping from my phone. The group or Jake. I bet on the latter.
Jake
Tirada?
You
Another threatening call.
He was definitely listening. He almost always listens. So he should know what was said.
Jake
I know. I heard.
You
He threatened them. He threatened me.
That he would kill us.
He said Richy is dead.
Jake
He want to scare you.
Nothing will happen to you.
You
I know I'll be fine.
I'm not from Duskwood.
But THEY are not safe.
He can attack them anytime!
Jake
We won't let him do that.
Look, he got scared. He want you to be scared too.
That we would stop looking. It means we're very close to find Hannah's kidnapper!
I am well aware why the kidnapper called me. I agree with Jake. He got scared that we are so close and we found his hiding place. Although…
You
How did he know Thomas and Jessy would be there?
Jake
What?
He must have been confused by my sudden change of subject, though he should have been used to it by now.
You
It does not make sense.
Candles were lit behind the closed door.
This is fire hazard.
Jake
?
You
You saw how that place looked like.
It would be really easy to set everything on fire.
And why he used candles?
Wouldn't it be better to use flashlights or lanterns?
It was a hideout from a horror movie.
Is it because he tends to be dramatic?
That’s why he used a legend and impersonate himself as one?
I sincerely doubt it.
Jake, it looked like it was set up.
Man without a face knew they would be there.
I’m sure of it.
Who is wearing a mask entering his own hideout?
What for?
Jake
Wait a second.
Aren’t you jumping to conclusions?
You
What do you mean?
Jake
Their car was parked in the driveway.
Maybe he had the mask with him and he put it on because he saw the vehicle?
You
Then why he left?
Why he wasn’t inside?
I started to wonder. What reason could he have for going outside?
You
Do you think the car was audible from the hideout?
Jake
I don’t know.
It is possible.
You
I have two theories.
Jake
I listen.
You
The first one:
Everything was prepared for the arrival of Thomas and Jessy.
The man without a face knew they were coming.
Therefore, he prepared his burrow very carefully.
It is possible that he wanted to attack them by a surprise.
Jake
And the second one?
You
The man was in the hideout when he heard the car.
He went out to check who is coming from a distance.
Just in case, he took the mask with him.
When he saw that it was Thomas and Jessy,
he decided to wait for the right opportunity and strike.
He must have seen they were on the phones,
so he didn't want to act right away.
So that we wouldn't be able to warn anyone.
Jake
I need to think about it.
You
Jake. I really don’t want any of my theories come true.
Especially the first one.
Jake
That would mean that someone from the group informed him.
You
Exactly. I’m afraid of that.
I hesitated. Both of the theories made a shiver run down my spine. Although I knew both of them weren't quite accurate. They didn't explain everything. Before I can draw any more conclusions, I need to talk to Thomas and Jessy. And the rest. I need to check what was possible and what was not. Could he watched them? How did the sound spread around in that place? Did they see another car while escaping? There were a lot of things ahead of me.
Jake
Don’t worry.
If all goes well, the police will catch him.
There was enough evidence to arrest him.
You
Sorry, but I'll be pessimistic.
I'm sure he knows the police have been called.
I'm waiting for information about the fire.
Jake
It's all because of his threats.
You're upset.
You
I know.
I have to inform the rest.
Jake
Yes.
He started to type something but I didn’t wait.
You
There is one plus of this man’s call.
Jake
What do you mean?
You
We know something new.
The man without a face doesn’t know about you.
Despite Lilly’s video.
He didn’t threaten you.
After writing this, I left the conversation and turned on group chat. I was a bit calmer. I was still afraid for my friends' lives, but now I felt that I can warn them and bear their own anxiety for their lifes. I have to be strong. I have to be their support. Because if I panic too, it'll be over.
GROUP CHAT
You
Guys?
I got another threatening phone call.
It's not good.
~Thank you for your reading!~
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Part of You. Spencer Reid x OC! Character.
Chapter 10. “Together Again.”
(Not my gif)
Summary: It’s been 6 months since Maeve was killed in front of Spencer. Bridgett had been there for him as a friend, but both of them can’t help but acknowledge the feelings they still have for one another.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC! Plus size character, Bridgett Mendez.
TW: Mentions of Maeve, a really bad science joke, mentions of drinking alcohol and being drunk, sexual related questions, making out, body image insecurity, sexual joke, eluding to sex.
Word Count: 3k
A.N.: this is end of season 8 Spencer!
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“Black coffee, sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon stick.” Spencer says, walking up to Bridgett’s desk with a small cup in his hand.
Bridgett’s looks up from the folder her nose was buried in, a smile on her face. “Thank you, my hero.” She says, twisting the cap onto her highlighter and tossing it onto her desk, taking the cup from him. She takes a big gulp, feeling warm as soon as she swallows.
Spencer scoots his chair over to Bridgett’s desk, right next to her. “I heard we’re down JJ.” Spencer says, taking a sip from his cup.
“Yeah, Henry got a stomach bug and spread it to her and Will. Have kids, they said.” Bridgett jokes.
“I thought you wanted kids?”
Bridgett laughs, taking another gulp of her coffee before scratching the back of his head softly. “You’re so cute when you don’t pick up on my sarcasm.” She teases.
Spencer admitted that he missed the physical aspect of their past relationship. It had been only six months since Maeve was murdered and the two of them had almost restarted their relationship, but not quite. Bridgett knew how emotionally damaging it was for Spencer to watch someone he loved romantically get shot right in front of him. He still needed time to heal but she didn’t want him to be a rebound for him.
“Spence?”
“Hmm?” He snaps out of his mind, looking back at Bridgett.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Bridgett asks shyly.
Spencer smiles, taking a drink of his coffee. “Nothing. I was thinking about something funny.”
“Yeah? What?” She asks, trying to catch him in his lie.
Spencer gives her a long stare, trying to cook something up in his head. “What do you do with a sick chemist?”
Bridgett laughs to herself, preparing for this to be the worst joke Spencer has ever told in his life. “What?”
“If you can’t helium, and you can’t curium, then you might as well barium.”
Bridgett snorts, keeping tight lips to prevent coffee from spilling out of her mouth. “Why are you like this?” Bridgett laughs, shaking her head.
“Hey pretty boy, Hotch needs your brain.” Derek says, throwing his bag onto his desk.
Spencer gets up from the chair, taking one more sip of coffee before leaving it on Bridgett’s desk and walking away.
Bridgett feels Derek’s eyes on her, making her turn to look at him. “What’s wrong? Did I get coffee on my shirt?” She asks, looking down at her baby pink shirt because of course she would get dirty on the day she wears something light colored.
“No. You two still love each other, that’s all.” He shrugs, smirking to himself.
“Derek.” Bridgett sighs, leaning her head back against the back of her chair dramatically.
“What? It’s true! The way you two look at each other and you act like nothing has changed. We can all see it. You’re going to sit there and tell me you don’t still love him?”
“I’m always going to love him. But he just went through something traumatic. I’m not going to force him into something he’s not ready for.”
“Have you two talked about getting back together?”
“No. The past few weeks he’s come over to my apartment and we’ve just hung out as friends. Like we used to before we slept together for the first time. Just watching movies, eating junk food, talking about life. And then he talks about Maeve and I can see how much he truly loved her and… I don’t know.”
“But you know it’s always going to be you, right? Nobody else will ever compare to you for him.” Derek says, walking over to her desk, sitting on the bare bit of desk that was clear.
Bridgett shrugs, swirling her cinnamon stick around her mug. “You know, I think a lot about if I wouldn’t have left for a year, him and I would still be together.”
“That might be the case, but you know that you needed that for yourself.”
“Needed what for yourself?” Spencer asks, making Bridgett jump as he comes up behind her.
“Christ! I’m going to give you a goddamn cat bell. Sneaking up quiet as hell.” Bridgett glaring at him.
“Needed what for yourself?” Spencer repeats, his eyes flickering between Derek and Bridgett.
“I think I hear Garcia calling.” Derek says, clearing his throat and walking away.
Bridgett gives him a tight lipped smile, “Before you repeat yourself for a third time, we were just talking about my time in New York.”
“Oh. Are you going again?”
“No! We were just talking about how I needed time to myself in New York. Sorry to tell you, you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere.” Bridgett smiles.
“Good. I’m glad.” Spencer says, taking his coffee mug back and going back to his desk across from Bridgett’s.
***
“Please? We haven’t had a celebratory girls night since you came back!” Penelope begs, following Bridgett around the office.
“Garcia!” She whines. “It’s Friday. Friday nights are my me time, catch up on all of the episodes I missed on my show, and bubble bath nights. Plus it’s not a real girls night without JJ.”
“You can do it tomorrow! And you can have all day to yourself. We can make up our girls night out with JJ when she’s all better. I just miss my best friend .” Penelope dramatically rests her head on Bridgett’s shoulder, batting her lashes at her. “I’ll pay for your drinks.”
Bridgett sighs dramatically, laying her head on Penelope’s. “Fine. Girls night.” She says, caving in.
Penelope cheers, giving Bridgett a hug.
“I heard someone say girls night?” Derek says with a smile.
“Is someone wanting to tag along?” Penelope says. “You know you can always tag along.”
“Tag along where?” Spencer chimes in from his desk.
“Girls night.” Bridgett says, organizing her desk one last time.
“Am I allowed to come?” He says with a smile.
“Of course. It wouldn’t be girls night with our best guys around.” Penelope says.
“So it’s a double date!” Penelope says, walking arm and arm with Derek.
***
“Okay my turn!” Penelope says, taking a sip from the skinny straw. “Never have I ever, eaten someone else’s lunch from the fridge, Derek Morgan.” Penelope says with a glare over at Derek.
The whole table laughs, nobody taking a drink besides Derek.
“In my defense… I don’t have a defense, I just really like that bread Bridgett makes.” He says, laughing.
“I’m really surprised Garcia didn’t kill you. I thought I saw murder in her eyes when she asked every single person in the office if they touched her conchas.” Bridgett says, taking a drink from her glass.
“I did my share of apologizing. All I had to do was make her my mom’s homemade peach cobbler and all was forgiven.”
Penelope smiles, patting Derek’s cheek with her hand.
“Alright my turn. Never have I ever, gotten busy in a car.” Derek says.
“Oh come on, Derek! Never? Lies.” Bridgett calls out to Derek from across the table.
“It’s not! I swear on my mother’s life I’ve never had sex in a car.”
Bridgett slowly raises her glass back up to her mouth and taking a drink, not making any eye contact with her other team members. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Spencer take a sip from his club soda.
“Oh my god! First it was the public sex, then gotten a bedroom related injury, now you guys are having sex in a car? Who would have thought, pretty boy is kinky.” Derek jokes, patting Spencer on the back.
Bridgett laughs, shaking her head. “Let me tell you guys something, it’s the people you least expect it from that are the most kinky.” She smiles, taking another drink.
Spencer looks over at her, widening his eyes at her, his cheeks getting a little red. “Does this mean it’s my turn?”
“Yes, but I have one I’m dying to ask.” Penelope says.
“Okay, you can have my turn.” Spencer says, motioning over to her.
“Never have I ever filmed myself or my partner getting intimate.”
Spencer and Bridgett look at each other, both of them cracking up as they lock eyes.
“Are you two serious?” Penelope asks with a smirk on her face.
“Well, someone is going to have to carry me out of here by the time we finish this game if this is the type of questions we’re asking.” Bridgett says, downing the last bit of her drink.
***
“You got her?” Derek asks, helping Spencer take Bridgett up the stairs to his apartment.
“Yeah. She’s not that drunk, but I didn’t trust her to go up the stairs.” Spencer says, putting his arm around Bridgett.
“You are both so dramatic! I’m not that trashed. You’ve seen me more drunk than this at the Christmas party in 2009.” Bridgett jokes, leaning up against the wall, waiting for Spencer to unlock his door.
Derek laughs. “Alright. I’ll see you guys Monday morning.”
Spencer unlocks his door, letting Bridgett walk in first.
She takes her jacket off instantly, dropping it onto the back of Spencer’s couch.
“Do you want some water?” He asks.
“Yeah. Please.” Bridgett nods her head, walking over to his bookshelf to see if she could find any new books he had gotten since the last time she was over. She finds one on his desk, reading the description on the back before settling with that one.
A few seconds pass, Spencer walking back into the room with a glass of ice water, knowing it was the only way she would drink it.
She smiles at him warmly, walking over to his couch and plopping herself onto the cushion.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Spencer asks, sitting next to her.
“Will you read to me?” Bridgett asks, handing him the book.
Spencer takes the book from her, “Wuthering Heights? You’ve never read it?”
“I don’t read for fun Spencer.” Bridgett laughs. She grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch and puts it over the both of them, scooting closer to him and leaning her head on his shoulder.
Spencer’s heart jumps from his chest, feeling her close to him again. He clears his throat and opens the book up to the first page. “1801, I have just returned from a visit to my landlord, the solidarity neighbor that I shall be troubled with…”
It didn't take long for Bridgett to find the peace in his voice making her fall asleep on him already. She could feel his fingers lightly touching her bare shoulder lightly, making her shiver against him. She laughs and rests her forehead into the crook of his neck.
“What?” He asks, stopping mid sentence.
“You’re tickling me.” She mutters against his skin.
Spencer laughs, kissing her forehead out of habit.
Bridgett picks her head up quickly, looking at him in the eyes. “Why did you do that?” She questions.
Spencer opens his mouth to speak, quickly closing it once he realizes he doesn’t have a response.
“No- shit- I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
“It’s okay. I know I shouldn’t have but…” He trails off, shrugging his shoulders.
“Kiss me. Please.” Bridgett says, bringing her fingers into his hair and bringing him close.
“Are you sure?”
Bridgett bites her lip, shaking her head. “No.” She says, sitting up from her position.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”
“I know I shouldn’t do this.”
“Shouldn’t do what?” He asks.
“Want to make out with you on the damn couch.”
Spencer stays quiet, not sure if he should say what was on his mind or not, but deciding to anyway. “Why shouldn’t you want to?”
“Because we’ve been doing so well the past few months not being a couple and having sex ever 3 seconds. We’ve been doing well going back to being friends while you’re still grieving over… over Maeve. But it’s just, we’ve been doing so well being friends, that after tonight, where we were laughing and reminiscing about our past, it made me realize how good things were and how much I missed being your girlfriend. And I know you’re not ready for that yet, but I can’t help but want you to ju-,”
Spencer sits up quickly, his hand flying up to cup both sides of her face as he kisses her passionately. Bridgett’s mind takes a few seconds to register that they were kissing before her lips got the memo to join in on the kiss finally. Her hands start to unbutton the buttons to his button up shirt, pushing the red fabric off his shoulders and completely off his body. Spencer’s hands drop down to her waist, pushing her lightly to lay down on the couch. Their lips don’t move from each other’s as Spencer holds one of her thighs against his side. Everything about their kiss was desperate and passionate; the way his hands traveled up and down her hips and her thigh, the way Bridgett clung onto Spencer’s shoulders as they kissed. Spencer drops his head between Bridgett’s neck, sucking on her skin.
“Spence.” Bridgett whimpers, holding his head against her neck. She brings her hips up to grind her pants against his, moaning at the friction.
“Do you want me to keep going?” He asks, bringing her hips back down to the cushion.
Bridgett looks into his eyes, sighing deeply. “Yes. Please just touch me.” She begs, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Spencer sits up, grabbing Bridgett’s hips and pulling her back up and into his lap.
“Is this okay with you? All of this?” She asks, resting her hands on his chest.
“Yes it’s okay.” He smiles softly at her, going back into a kiss.
Both of their hands are busy undoing each other’s buttons of their shirts, Spencer getting hers done more quickly than her. It had been so long since they had been together sexually that it made Bridgett self conscious to be half naked in front of him again.
She feels his eyes look down her body, immediately grabbing his face to keep his head up to look at her.
“What?” Spencer questions.
“Nothing… just- I’m not comfortable right now with you looking.” She says, motioning down to her stomach.
“Bridgy, you know how much I love all of you, right? Even the parts you hate the most.”
“I know. It’s just been a while.” Bridgett laughs nervously, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Spencer’s fingers trail down Bridgett’s spine, making her sit up straight and shiver. She giggles, resting her forehead on his.
“I want you back, Bridge. I want you to be my girlfriend again.”
“Are you sure? You’re still grieving, Spence. I don’t want you to think you have to do this.”
“It’s always going to be you, Bridgett. I could have an endless amount of relationships, but I would always come back to you. You’re the love of my life.” Spencer lovingly looks into her eyes, taking in the sight of her. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.” Bridgett says, going back in for a kiss.
“I can taste the alcohol on your mouth.” Spencer laughs, licking his lips.
“There’s something else I want you to taste.” Bridgett says with a devilish smirk.
Spencer laughs, his eyes squinting together as he does so. “You get more raunchy when you’re tipsy.”
“You like it.”
***
“I can’t anymore. I’m still buzzed and now my whole body is buzzing because of you.” Bridgett whines, laying flat on the floor.
Three times. They had gone at it three times in a span of two hours. For the better part of an hour, Spencer spent his time between Bridgett’s legs, licking, sucking and rubbing her clit over and over, drawing four mind blowing orgasms from her. He could eat her out like nobody’s business, and he was always more than happy to perform. And he never left her without
making her cum at least a two time minimum.
Spencer smirks, helping Bridgett up off the floor to go to his bedroom. “Come on, it’s almost 5 in the morning. Time for bed.”
Bridgett makes a beeline to the bathroom, turning the shower on and washing her body off quickly. When she pulls back the curtain to the shower she sees Spencer standing there in his sweatpants low on his hip with no shirt on, his collarbone covered in hickies and his chest decorated with scratch marks. Bridgett smirks to herself seeing his pale skin covered in marks she left on him.
He hands her a towel and hands her an outfit that was hers.
“You kept the stuff I left here?” Bridgett asks with a smile, taking it from him.
“Yeah, your sleep stuff, an outfit for work, your makeup bag and everything else you kept in those two drawers in my dresser. It was still good stuff, I didn’t want to throw it out and I didn’t really want to give it back either.”
Bridgett smiles and quickly dresses herself. “I hope you know that this means that I’m never leaving you alone again. You’re stuck with me for life.” She says, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Spencer chuckles, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “And I hope you know that even if you tried, I would follow you to the ends of this earth to be with you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She responds, kissing his chin.
“The team is going to be thrilled we’re finally back together. Derek and Garcia can finally stop trying to get us back together every 6 seconds.”
Bridgett turns to look up at him, a question on her mind. “Do you think this was part of Garcia’s plan to get us back together? It was her idea for ‘girls night’, her idea to play the game.”
Spencer chuckles. “You know, it does all add up. And she can’t lie, do that’ll be question one on Monday.”
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so this is the 3rd lyric from the song, but i’m trying to keep up with the fic-thing-whatever and ill get to the other parts later. the momentum is going and im trying to match it and such
lamao this reminds me of 2010 and when i wrote a chapter of a fic to match all of canadas medals. good times. that was - hard and a rush
also i made this into snippets of moments in the same day. to - make it shorter. even though it turned into an 8 page tiny monster lamao.
ANYWAYS
DO YOU LIKE SPORTS. DO YOU LIKE FEELS. DO YOU LIKE NEUROTIC SPORTS SUPERSTITIONS
well, you will be served
Rouge comme le sang qui nous coule à travers
July 5th 2021
When Edward woke up that morning, he expected to find Étienne curled up by his side and to splurge and indulge in some good morning cuddles. Instead, the spot besides him was empty and cold. He sighed to himself and after waiting for a bit, in case his boyfriend made a reappearance, he shuffled his way to the kitchen, where he might find him.
Truth to form, Étienne was there, already more or less dressed, drinking what couldn’t possibly be his first cup of coffee in the morning out of one of many Habs cups Edward had spotted in the last twenty or so hours.
“Morning!” Étienne sounded a tad too cheerful, but Edward ignored it and made his way to his boyfriend where he could properly snuggle and feel that blessed beard against his skin for a moment. Thankfully, Étienne was never one to deny any sort of physical touch and wrapped his arms around him, before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
There was a reason as to why Edward had chosen this particular time to visit. For starters, he absolutely did not want to miss out on the beard and with the playoffs wrapping up shortly, he knew that his time was counted. On top of that, Edward knew how the people of Montréal took to the Habs losing this far into the playoff run and the down Étienne would feel if that happened.
It wasn’t that Étienne’s mood solely depended and fluctuated because of the hockey, but with so many people being emotionally vested in the team, their winning or losing would ultimately have an impact on Étienne. Now if they won, well, Edward wanted to live vicariously through it. Plus, there was something quite wonderful in an Étienne who was that jubilant and ecstatic. However, if the Habs lost, Edward wanted to be there for emotional support and also to make sure that the slump wouldn’t eventually tie in with one of Étienne’s own spectacular, unrelated to hockey, depressive episodes.
“Plans for the day?” He asked, perfectly comfortable in the crook of Étienne’s neck.
“Well, funny you should ask,” Étienne started and Edward had visions of intense biking up the mountain in the oppressive humidity or something as ridiculously insane, “I – have an errand to run, but I don’t want to impose on you.” For some reason, Étienne sounded a little nervous about this errand and Edward didn’t understand why.
“So? Go run your errand. I can come with you if you need help.” So long as it didn’t involve standing in the scorching heat, he was fine.
“No, no it’s fine! I appreciate you wanting to help – but, I don’t want to bother you, really.”
Edward stepped back and took a good look at his boyfriend’s face. Something was up.
It took him a moment, but then it clicked.
It had to be one of his ridiculous pre-game rituals he had completely forgotten about. He almost groaned. Étienne was anal about his rituals to bring the Habs good luck. Downright neurotic, really and Edward had been victim to many séances of Étienne doing the most ridiculous of things that he swore would help his team win. (To be honest, Edward did wonder, deep down, if maybe Étienne wasn’t on to something, considering the fact that the Habs had won 24 cups in their history, but he wasn’t about to say any of that out loud.)
“Do I want to know what crazy task you’re going to do?” He asked.
Étienne gave him another nervous smile and tugged on his beard, “It’s not that crazy, really...” He murmured and Edward feared for the worst.
“What is it this time? Putting your left sock on before you’re right one? Talking to your posters? Building a puck pyramid? Prepare a specific meal?”
“Please, that was last night and this morning. I need to go to the Oratory.”
Edward’s face blanched. Of course Étienne would go to the Oratory. He had forgotten all about it.
“You’re kidding.”
Étienne scoffed, “I am not kidding, Édouard. This is very serious. I need to make my pilgrimage to the Oratory, climb the steps on my knees and then light up a candle for the Habs’ victory tonight.”
Edward remained silent. He knew better than to argue or say anything about it. Étienne took his rituals very seriously.
“My issue is that you flew all the way to spend time with me and I don’t want you to think I’m just abandoning you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Edward said with a chuckle, as he finally decided to grab a mug that didn’t have a Habs banner, a players number or Youppi’s face on it, and poured himself some coffee, “You go do whatever it is you need to do and I’ll acquaint myself with your glorious pool.”
“Are you sure?” Étienne twirled the hem of his shirt around his thumb and followed after Edward when he headed for the table.
“More than sure. I don’t want to be held responsible for your team losing if you don’t complete your set of rituals. Plus, I’ll be fine here and I can spend more time with Mercury.”
“Sure?” Étienne asked again.
“Yes. I promise.” It wasn’t as if Étienne would be out for the entire day anyways.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best!” Étienne was careful not to topple the coffee out of his hands, but still wrapped Edward in a tight hug.
--
In all honesty, Edward was a little overwhelmed to be sitting in the Bell Centre. There were so many people and so many lights that it was quite dizzying. After over a year of leading a quiet life at home, this felt like too much too soon, but at the same time, the energy was electrifying.
“Can you believe that the last time I was here for a final, you were also here?” Étienne said excitedly as they settled into their seats. It was crazy to think that Étienne looked tame in comparison to some other fans in the arena, even if he was wearing one of his many Habs jerseys, his Habs pants, his Habs shoes and most likely other articles of clothing he couldn’t see.
“Really?” Edward thought about it for a moment, “Shit, you’re right – so does that make me a lucky charm?” He joked, “Do you need to rub my head for good luck?” He laughed, but then when he saw the serious look on his boyfriend’s face he stopped. Étienne looked at him and seemed to be debating this for a moment. He had definitely shot himself in the foot with that idea.
“Better off not taking any chances,” Étienne said as he rubbed Edward’s head for good measure, much to Edward’s chagrin.
“Are you happy now?” He asked, when Étienne was done.
“Maybe. I would’ve been happier if you would have let me dress you for the occasion. You’ve got to be the only person here who’s not wearing something Habs on them.” He pouted.
Étienne had offered to lend him anything from a tank top to a signed jersey, with everything in between, but Edward had refused. For as much as he enjoyed being at the arena, there were still team loyalties he had to respect and that would be going too far.
“No I’m not, look, there’s a few people wearing Tampa jerseys.” He pointed out.
Étienne didn’t seem to think he was very funny, “That’s not the point, Édouard!”
“Fine, but look, I wore a white shirt – this is as far as I’ll go.” It was a neutral colour and – well, both of their teams had white somewhere in their jerseys.
“Tampa is playing in white.”
There was no winning this one.
“My jeans are blue and my blood is red?” He tried and he only got a death glare in response.
--
The one thing Edward had always loved about watching a game with Étienne, regardless of whether it was a season or playoff game, was that Étienne knew a lot about hockey – more precisely the Habs and he loved to share his knowledge – especially when he was stressed. (Not that Étienne ever admitted to being stressed about a game.) It was endearing the way he would blabber on and all Edward had to do was listen.
“This has been such a crazy playoff run,” He started, “Like – no one expected them to come this far and it’s been such a boost to the morale of the city. For as much as hockey has its issues, it also brings people together, and I wish there was more of that. Walking around the city these past few weeks has been something else. You meet people and hear their stories – about how they got into the game – where they’re coming from, who they’re here with. It’s beautiful. Kids who are living their first real playoff run. Older people who remember 93, 86 and the runs in the 60s and 70s. It’s been surreal! I’m just – I love these people – my people and the way they’ve just run with this as well. Hoisting orange cones as Cups and living the magic.”
“I know it might end tonight, but whatever happens – it’s been such a great run. I mean, obviously, it would be really great not to get swept. That would just – no. Do you know that the last time the Habs were swept in the final was in 1952? I don’t think the people would be able to handle that. You don’t make it to the final to get swept. Tampa can go and win at home, but to be swept?! No thanks.”
Edward knew all too well about being swept. At least the Habs had – avenged the Oilers. He supposed.
“And, also, on that note, do you know that the Habs only ever lost the cup once at home?”
“Did they now?” Out of their twenty-four that was quite the feat, really.
“Yes! And you’ll never believe what team did it!”
For some reason, Edward felt like he did know, yet the answer escaped him at the moment.
“The friggin Flames! I had to sit and watch Calvin’s stupid face light up like a goddamned Christmas tree when they won. I never thought I was going to live that one down!”
Now he remembered.
To be honest, he’d tried to forget.
It had been the most awkward of times, really.
For starters, Étienne had invited him to come watch the game with him. He’d agreed. If it meant spending more time with Étienne, he would’ve gone anywhere. Had gone to many places.
He’d just – forgotten one minor detail.
Calvin.
This was the second time, really, that the Habs and the Flames had met for the final. The first time had been awkward as well. In its own way. It wasn’t even with the fact that he was – involved with Étienne and Calvin was his friend and could not know about his involvement with Étienne.
It had – more to do with the fact that – the Flames had – impeded Gretzky and the Oilers from getting their third cup. He’d been – resentful to say the least.
Yet, Étienne had hesitated going out to Calgary to see them team, but then Calvin had asked him to convince Étienne to go. As a power move? To show off? He’d never bothered finding out. But, Edward had spun the idea to Étienne, telling him that wouldn’t it be nice to see the Habs extinguish the insufferable Flames at home?
Étienne had agreed.
They’d gone.
The Habs had won.
And Calvin – hadn’t even really cared.
His victory had been in beating the Oilers.
The bastard.
1989, however...
Shortly after Étienne had invited him, Calvin had reached out, saying that wouldn’t it be nice to go out and watch the game in Montreal. He had seats with the execs in their special section and they could make a whole trip out of it! Heck, the Flames might even win the cup! And – wouldn’t that be something! The Cup back in Alberta!
It had been very hard for Edward to tell Calvin that he already had Other Plans. Yet, without missing a beat, Calvin had told him that he should totally tell Étienne to come watch with them and that Edward didn’t need to worry about lodging, as they could share the hotel suite together.
He forgot exactly what he’d ended up telling both Calvin and Étienne, but somehow or other, the three of them had found themselves sitting in Calvin’s section, while Étienne had grumbled all along about having better seats than whatever this garbage was.
It only went from bad to worse as the Flames won and Calvin all but gloated, while Étienne threatened to set the city on fire. It wasn’t that Étienne had accused him of throwing him off, but Étienne had reminded him, more than once, that clearly, because he hadn’t been able to sit at his usual seat, the Habs had lost.
(Again, Étienne was anal about his superstitions and rituals.)
“Well, here’s hoping they don’t lose at home and get swept. Good vibes only,” Edward told his boyfriend before Étienne could get in a tizzy.
“Yes, you’re right. Anyways, it’s sort of thanks to the before last game against the Oilers we’re here anyways. Habs needed one point to assure their spot and that tie brought them to the playoffs, even if they lost in overtime. It made sure the Flames couldn’t sneak in, so, thanks? I guess?”
Edward chuckled remembering that particular video call.
“See, I told you, good luck charm.”
For good measure, Étienne rubbed his head again.
--
It was hard not to get wrapped up in the game, regardless of who was playing, even if it wasn’t his team. This was a playoff final game and both teams were trying their best to win. Even though the first ten minutes or so made it seem as though Tampa was going to finish this off without mercy, the Habs, somehow, managed to take the lead twice. Étienne kept on saying that some of the ghosts had clearly finally arrived and that some miracle had been cast on them by the three legends watching from the box.
Regardless of what it was that had brought the score to 2-2 with few minutes left, Étienne was clutching his arm like a lifeline and Edward was convinced there would be marks there when his boyfriend would let go.
“Please, please, please, please, PLEASE,” He chanted as the puck went one way and then the other. He clutched Edward’s arm even tighter whenever Tampa got close to scoring and whenever the Habs missed a shot.
It finally seemed as though the Cinderella run would come to the end with that last double penalty, which continued in over-time, yet somehow or other, the Habs managed to kill it and then, by another miracle, or maybe a clever game of pass-the-puck, managed to score in over-time.
Considering the fact that there were only three-thousand-five-hundred people in the Bell Centre, the resulting collective scream made it feel as though the place was packed to the brims.
Edward got swept up in the momentum of it all and found himself standing with all the other Habs fanatics, yelling and screaming.
When he turned to look at Étienne, his boyfriend looked jubilant and ecstatic. It was such a good look on him and it made Edward’s insides warm at the sight. Étienne deserved to feel this happy all the time, really. If there were a few tears at the corner of Étienne’s eyes, it only made him look lovelier and Edward did his best to school his face in the most platonic of smiles.
“They live!” Étienne yelled over the continued shouting, “They did it!” He said, even giddier as he kept on jumping up and down, waving his playoff flag with all the other people in the Bell Centre.
It was magical, really – living a playoff run like this one. He was glad he could be part of it – somehow, even if it was only for the last stretch of it.
--
“You know, no matter what happens next, I’m at peace. They fought and they’ve kept fighting from day one and – of course I want them to win. God, I want it so bad, but I’m just – really glad they brought it to game 5. And – I like to believe that – that they’ll be back. For game six. I’m just – I’m happy.” Étienne said, voice thick with emotions as they finally managed to step out of the Bell Centre. Some of the earlier euphoria and adrenaline had tempered down and Étienne was a little calmer by now.
“If any team can do it at this point, it’s certainly yours.”
Étienne beamed at him as they walked down the street, away from the crowds still chanting and yelling and celebrating, off the beaten path for a longer way home, if only for some fresh air and a quieter moment to re-center themselves.
“Yeah – you’re right,” He trailed off with a small smile. Étienne made to grab his hand, but knowing that there were still so many people out, he let their fingers brush against each other instead. “Everyone’s so happy – so proud of the city... I hope the feeling lasts.”
Edward made a quick grab for his hand and gave it a squeeze, before letting go. He wanted to tell him that the hockey didn’t matter. That this city was more than just a glorious hockey history. That he was proud of him. Of what he’d done. Everything he’d worked for outside of hockey. For himself. For the city as well. And that he had more worth than he realised. To him. To others. But – that was a talk for later. Right now, it was time to enjoy the moment – bask in it. Celebrate the victory.
“Let’s go home, yeah? I want to celebrate with you.”
Edward nodded and kept step with him as they made their way back to Étienne’s place, where once safely behind closed doors, they could properly celebrate together.
FIN
#pc: montreal#pc: edmonton#edward murphy#étienne maisonneuve#projocanondoko#fic#shoutout to allbeendonebefore for giving me intel on how 86 and 89 woulda played out lamao#the things u realise yrs later once u have a stronger timeline ha ha ha ha
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i follow you cuz of GOT but i always see you talking about klaus mikaelson who is that?
Ohhh boy, little Klausy boo boo. Let me tell you a story about a fairy tale that turned into a nightmare.
So once upon a time I was a wee young lass who loved The Vampire Diaries quite a bit. But then this fellow named Klaus Mikaelson was introduced at the end of season 2 and I was a smitten kitten. He was a vampire, he was a werewolf, he was a maniac, he was everything a girl could ever want from a psycho villain. As his character arc continued to blaze across the sky like a shooting star leaving a trail of blood and champagne in his wake, my obsession only grew. I knew that I couldn’t contain my love for Klaus within my own frail body, my thoughts and passion were so great that I needed to find a brethren to share it with. And after searching the highest mountains and deepest valleys, I finally found a fandom on tumblr where I could shriek and cry and act the fool like the rabid fangirl I was.
Klaus was on the show from season 2 to season 4, and he was a goddamn masterpiece. He was so great that by the time his arc had concluded in season 4, it was because he was getting his own whole ass spinoff show, along with the rest of his siblings, who made up the Original vampires (that’s right, he wasn’t just a werewolf and vampire, he was one of the first vampires ever created). I felt that I had already ascended to fangirl heaven just by virtue of discovering Klaus in the first place, but now the knowledge that I was going to get an hour of my favorite character every single week basically shot me straight into hyperspace. I could not fathom what kind of Gandhi ass motherfucker I had been in a past life to deserve such a gift in this one. Oh, but wait, shocking twist!
Towards the end of season 4, Klaus randomly had sex with an irrelevant guest character who was going to be on the spinoff series. It was confusing, it was weird, but what could possibly go wrong. Well anon, a fucking lot.
So he got his bone on with this random werewolf lass, and then the backdoor pilot came. And lo and behold, this literal dead man had gotten said werewolf lass pregnant. Which was weird. Even weirder than the sex part. It was extremely weird. I wish I could take you back in time to see tumblr liveblogs of this so you could understand just quite how weird it was.
But was I disheartened like many of my other fandom compatriots?! NAY. Because despite this very abrupt fishtail into crazytown, the creator of my favorite character’s spinoff would not shut the fuck up about the fact that this spinoff was going to be like a vampire version of Game of Thrones. Which, EVEN BETTER. IT’S MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND MY FAVORITE SHOW COMBINED INTO ONE.
So the show began and I fully prepared myself to freebase fangirl heroin every single week, because instead of having to sit around during every TVD episode waiting for Klaus to show up, he’d be in nearly every goddamn scene. But... impending fatherhood had changed him. Changed him quite drastically. To be honest, my badass, maniacal, charming, downright fucking evil beauty of a beast sort of transformed into a weepy, weak willed simp the minute the pregnancy test turned blue. The pregnancy was really the focal point of the show, and Klaus was the person who sat there and cried over it every single episode.
BUT DID I GIVE UP HOPE?! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. BECAUSE IT’S VAMPIRE GAME OF THRONES. IT’S KLAUS’ SHOW. IT’S THE DREAM OF DREAMS AND IT ONLY DIES IF YOU LET IT.
So, because I’m a Game of Thrones super fan and a Klaus super fan I just know that this is all some insane ruse and everything is going to come crashing down sooner or later, and Klaus is going to come back and be bigger and badder than ever. So I spend a whole season watching the show, being the butt of the joke of my fandom because the show is fucking god awful and Klaus has completely and utterly transformed into the kind of character that you’d see on The Eric Andre Show if he was trying to do a parody of Twilight.
And while I’m expecting this weird pregnancy plot to come to it’s conclusion soon enough, it does not. It actually lasts the entire season. Including the backdoor pilot, it lasts more than a year of real time. BUT DID I LOSE MY FAITH. NO.
So I kept pressing on in a show that was a shitshow and in a fandom that devolved into a war zone over this nonsense, because I knew this was vampire Game of Thrones. Shit was about to get real any minute now. And do you want to know what happened dear anon? Shit did not get real.
Klaus’ werewolf lass had his baby and he cried like a baby and he named that baby Hope, and in that moment my friend, something broke in me that could never be repaired. It was the moment that I realized that daddy did not just go out for cigarettes. Old Yeller did not go out and live out the rest of his days on a beautiful farm. That single word, hope, so ironically knocked the wind out of the last card holding up the fragile house of cards that was my psyche. Klaus Mikaelson was never, ever coming back, and I, the fool, the simp, the most ferocious devotee, was a mere fangirl phantom, a revenant devotee to a god that had been slaughtered ages ago and I was the lone clown left worshiping it.
The destruction of Klaus was so great, so heartbreaking, so incomprehensible in it’s Eldritch horror beauty and terror, that even narrative collapses of GoT season 8 proportions were like the soft ripples after being hit by a tsunami. To look upon the flawlessness and hideousness of Klaus Mikaelson is to look into the void and see only your own face staring back at you. To love Klaus Mikaelson is to know that god exists, and know that he has not chosen you. That is who Klaus Mikaelson is, my dear anon.
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I was tagged in this ask by @inktog - thank you!
I’m not great at tagging other folk, but if you see this and you fancy doing it, consider yourself tagged! Also, by the way, if anyone seeing this really likes being tagged in these kind of things, let me know! I will tag you in future!
This was hard. At first I was like, “I’m not sure I can even name ten relationships I ship”, and then had far too many as soon as I thought about it for more than ten seconds. So here we are. :)
First, list your top 10 ships without reading the questions below.
1. Luz Noceda / Amity Blight – The Owl House
2. Harrowhark Nonagesimus / Gideon Nav – The Locked Tomb Series
3. Sabran / Eadaz du Zāla uq-Nāra – The Priory of the Orange Tree
4. Caleb Widogast / Essek Theyless – Critical Role Campaign 2
5. Beauregard Lionett / Jester Lavorre – Critical Role Campaign 2
6. Harrowhark Nonagesimus / Ianthe Tridentarius – The Locked Tomb Series
7. Kara Danvers / Lena Luthor – Supergirl
8. Amity Blight / Boscha – The Owl House
9. Korra / Asami – The Legend of Korra
10. Percy / Vexahlia – Critical Role Campaign 1
Then answer the questions.
Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?
I’m going to be honest, it was from the very beginning of Harrow the Ninth – the Prologue, where we get that amazing moment of Ianthe kneeling down and taking Harrow by the chin. I’m going to quote, because this scene just marched up to my house, kicked my door down and stole my entire mind.
You were shocked into opening your eyes when you felt the girl opposite cup your chin in her hands – her fingers febrile compared to the chilly shock of her gilded metacarpal – and put her meat thumb at the corner of your jaw. For a moment you assumed that you were hallucinating, but that assumption was startled away by the cool nearness of her, of Ianthe Tridentarius on her knees before you in unmistakable supplication. Her pallid hair fell around her face like a veil, and her stolen eyes looked at you with half-beseeching, half-contemptuous despair: blue eyes with deep splotches of light brown, like agate.
Looking deep into the eyes of the cavalier she murdered, you realised, not for the first time, and not willingly, that Ianthe Tridenatrius was beautiful.
Dude.
Have you ever read a fic about 2?
Yup! More than one! I don’t generally seek out smut for my ships, for whatever reason, but I freely admit that I sought out smut for these two. And found it. Found it with quality in spades. Praise be. Is this a good spot for recs? If so:
Sleepless by pugoata
Like a Lullaby by SweetScentences
Has a picture of 4 ever been your screensaver/profile pic/tumblr?
Nope. I tend not to change my pics very much, and they tend to focus on single characters rather than ships, again for whatever reason.
If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?
Yeah… Well of course they’re not together in canon. I ship supercorp foolishly, helplessly, knowing all the while that the chances of it becoming reality are vanishingly small. That said, we don’t ship purely for canon, do we? So if Kara and Lena were together and then were to break up I’d be disappointed, but I suspect they’d find their way back to each other. These two have a history of being separated, then rediscovering their love and coming back together. I give it a couple of weeks. :)
Why is 1 so important?
Man, I don’t know! It snuck up on me! I think there’s something here about firstly, the context for Lumity. Amity’s crush on Luz was just presented as normal, as something fine and good and natural, and that meant so much to me. There’s a softness here that I love so much. I also heavily empathise with Amity – the trying to live up to expectations and feeling that you have to hide yourself behind emotional walls – and the thought of her finding love with someone like Luz who is so open and emotionally giving does my heart good. I want Amity to find acceptance and openness with Luz. I want Luz to find herself seen and valued for exactly who she is by Amity. I want to see them finding strength and security in each other. I just love them, you guys.
There’s a bit in this wonderful YouTube video essay, which I recommend to the moon and back – watch it if you haven’t! (“The Owl House is Great and Here’s Why, by Film Freak”) Where the essayist concludes their section on Lumity by saying: “I don’t know if Disney will chicken out in the future with regards to Lumity or any other queer rep, but for now I’m cautiously optimistic. Maybe I just have rose-tinted goggles for how soft this ship is, but whatever, let me stan just once.”
And… yeah. That.
Which one has the strongest bond?
Wow, tough one. Probably Sabran and Ead. They’ve gone through everything together, and are prepared to wait for each other in the end. Their bond is strong enough to take that and more.
Which ship has lasted the longest?
For me or the ship itself? For me of all of these probably Korra / Asami. Shipped ‘em first time I saw LoK, and haven’t stopped.
How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?
Have they ever gotten together? If they ever did get together they’d break up every couple of days. These two are a mess, and their relationship is a toxic trainwreck. Still ship ‘em though. Can’t help it. Sometimes ships are just fascinating. If this was real life I’d want them to not come within shouting distance of each other. In fiction I’m riveted.
If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive: 2 or 8?
Definitely Harrow and Gideon. Those two have fought through apocalyptic situations before, and my money would be on them to do it again. Plus they are the quintessential battle couple. Can you imagine Harrow’s bone magic and Gideon’s martial expertise being unleashed on zombies? Those two would save the whole damn world.
Amity and Boscha would put up a good fight, I think, but I can see them disagreeing on key decisions which might hurt their chances.
Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?
Given that Kara is a whole secret identity, we could say they are continually hiding their relationship when Kara is out there as Supergirl? I could also see them hiding their relationship at Lena’s insistence to protect Kara from Lex before she realised Kara was actually Supergirl. She might even want to do that afterwards as well, on reflection. Lena is very protective of Kara, ironically enough. :)
Is 4 still together?
Right now? This is another non-canon ship. That said, this is one I’m genuinely hoping for a canon appearance from. Their relationship might be put under strain from the fact that they’re both mages, and mages tend to get selfish and power hungry (or at least these two claim that’s how it goes). I think they’d work through it though. These two talk big about their own selfishness a lot, and then in practice are very caring and protective of others. I can see that extending to each other. Just kiss already.
Is 10 canon?
Yup! My token het ship are still very much together, growing old and having babies.Good for them. :)
If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?
This is an invitation to go into huge depth, but my initial feeling is that Harrow and Gideon would again have it hands down. Those two are world-endingly powerful. Although that said, Kara and Lena might give them a run for their money. Pure power ranking? Let’s see…
1. Harrow / Gideon
2. Kara / Lena
3. Korra / Asami
4. Beau / Jester
5. Caleb / Essek
6. Percy / Vex
7. Harrow / Ianthe
8. Sabran / Ead
9. Amity / Luz (no shade, but these guys are literal children. Grown up they’d put up a better showing, I’d bet)
10. Amity / Boscha
Has anyone ever tried to sabotage 5?
I mean… Fjord? I wonder sometimes what would have happened if Beau had genuinely put in a play for Jester, rather than stepping back to let Fjord make his move. She very obviously decided that Fjord should have a free shot, and I wonder how it would have worked if she actually decided to compete. Would Fjord have stepped back to let Beau make a try for Jester if he was aware of her feelings? I don’t know. A genuine competition would have been heartbreaking but oh so interesting to see.
Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr tag?
Not hours, but I have put some good time into finding fanart for these two. There is some good work out there!
If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all up, which ship would you SINK?
Amity / Boscha. Sorry you two! I wrote myself into shipping Amity and Boscha, when I fell in love with Boscha and decided she could actually be good for Amity in a snarky, take no shit kind of a way. I would still love to see more of them. (Halfway through that one-shot btw.) But if it was them or everyone else? Sorry guys. :(
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LOST - Another Story
Rating: M
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Welcome to The Moth! This one is a bit shorter, there were a lot of Charlie flashbacks in the original episode which means there’s not a lot of on-island writing. Anyways, enjoy!
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The Moth
Ah yes, The Moth, another character centric episode meaning there is little for me to do. Maybe since it’s Charlie’s episode I can make friends with him because of his drug detox. I’m sure he doesn’t trust me, but I’m willing to take the chance. I turn my head to see Jack and Kate gather together and I scramble to my feet to join them. Better than sitting in the sand.
“Call me a broken record, but caves are a natural shelter. And a hell of a safer than living here on the beach,” Jack says as I walk up.
“Hey Jack, Kate,” I say as I stick my hands in my pockets, “What’s going on?”
“I was just down at the beach to pick up a few things,” Jack says as he hides Kate’s mugshots.
“Jack you don’t have to hide those from me, I know what Kate has done,” I quickly turn to Kate, “I don’t judge you on it either.” Kate just nods with a small smile.
Kate then turns to Jack, “You're mad at me.”
“No. Kate, I'm -- I just don't understand why you won't come with me. Us. It's maybe a mile up there, if that.”
“We crashed 8 days ago, Jack. I'm not setting up a house here.”
“I want off this Island too, but we both know that's not gonna happen any time soon.”
“Sayid has a plan,” Kate interjects.
“Yeah, to find the source of the distress code, I know,” Jack replies exasperatedly.
“The signal's coming from somewhere on the Island. If we can find it. . .”
Jack cuts Kate off, “The signal has been running on a loop for 16 years, Kate. And the woman that left it, she wasn't rescued. What makes you think it's gonna be any different for us?”
“I believe it.”
“Well, I wish I shared your faith.”
Then, Sawyer comes sauntering up to us, “Wouldn't mind sharing a few things with her myself.”
“What do you want, Sawyer?” Kate asks, annoyed.
“Heard the doctor was vacating the premises,” Then Sawyer spots me, “Oh hey blue eyes fancy seeing you here. Anyway, thought I'd best lay claims to my new digs before somebody else did,” He drops the suitcases I didn’t see at first, “I could fix this place up real good. Might even find somebody to share it with me,” Sawyer looks to me first, then at at Kate.
“I'll talk to you later,” Jack says, apparently hearing enough. Kate watches Jack leave with a sad look on her face. Sawyer is just smiling, and he waves as Jack leaves. Kate turns to Sawyer with a disgusted look on her face before walking away. I stay.
“So just leaves you then blue eyes?” He says cheekily to me.
“What are you talking about Sawyer?”
“Stayin’ with me of course, our own little abode,” He lifts his arms and stretches his hands out like it’s a fancy vacation rental he’s offering.
“Oh come on Sawyer,” I laugh, thinking he’s joking.
“I’m being serious, at least haul your tent over here.”
I look up at him and narrow my eyes, scrutinizing him. Eventually I drop my shoulders in defeat, “Alright, but you gotta help me.”
“Fair trade for a fine lady,” he winks as he speaks. I shake my head and we trudge our way down the beach towards my tent.
After a while of hauling, Sawyer and I finally get my tent set up back to the way it was. I duck inside and set up my bedding, moving around the airline seats and huffing when it gets stuck. I hear a chuckle and whip around to see Sawyer standing outside my tent. I straighten and cross my arms.
“Mind helping?” I ask, doing nothing to keep the edge out of my voice.
“Nah I like the view,” Sawyer teases and I lunge to smack his arm. He catches my wrist and holds it above my head while he uses his other hand to tickle my side. I squeal and writhe, trying to get away. He only stops when a cough alerts us to Kate’s presence once again.
“Got a laptop?” She asks, arms crossed over her chest protectively. Sawyer drops my wrists and sits down on his airline seat.
“Nope,” he answers simply.
“You're hoarding like a pack rat since the crash and you don't have a single laptop?”
“We are testy. Still upset about your little break up? You and Jacko?”
“It must be exhausting.”
“What's that?” Sawyer asks sweetly. I seem to always be left out of these major character interactions lately.
“Living like a parasite -- always taking, never giving,” Kate answers.
“Well, you got me pegged, don't you?”
“I get it now. You don't want off this Island because there's nothing for you to go back for. Nobody you miss. And no one misses you.”
“Well that’s not true, I’ve got blue eyes here,” suddenly an arm snakes around my waist and I’m pulled into Sawyer’s lap. I land with an ‘omfph’, “and you’ve got Jacko. I don’t need no one to miss. Oh wait now, you're feeling sorry for me.”
“I don't feel sorry for you. I pity you,” Kate pauses and looks to me feeling incredibly uncomfortable on Sawyer’s lap, “and Amelia.”
Sawyer looks hurt, then smiles, then reaches into a suitcase, pulls out a laptop, and gives her the battery. He does this all while I’m on his lap, with his arm securely around me. Man he is doing a lot to keep this act up. For a moment I actually believe he likes me, and my heart flutters in my chest.
“All you had to do was say please,” Sawyer says sweetly. Kate reaches for it, and Sawyer pulls it away and then hands it to her again. Kate takes it quickly and runs off to where Sayid and Boone are gathered.
I quickly scramble off his lap, “What was that for?”
“Just putting on a show is all,” Sawyer replies with a shrug.
“And I had to be apart of it?”
“What? I thought you liked it, your face is red after all.”
I quickly turn away from him and decide to fix my tent, “Just go read a book Sawyer,” I say exasperatedly.
I’m sitting around with Micheal and Boone when Charlie bursts out of the jungle. Oh fuck I forgot. Jack is stuck in the caves. Charlie reaches our group, out of breath. “Hey, hey, we need help,” he pants.
“What's wrong, man?” Micheal asks worriedly.
“It's Jack, he's trapped,” Charlie answers.
“What?” Boone asks as he looks to me. I don’t say a word, blood is rushing to my ears.
“A cave collapsed. We don't even know if he's alive. Come on, we've gotta go,” Charlie says, also looking to me. I stare right back, ready to go.
“Hey, uh, uh, Scott?” Micheal says to someone.
“I'm Steve,” Not-Scott says.
“I'm Scott,” Real-Scott says.
“We've got an emergency, grab a couple of guys and let's go,” Micheal says to the both of them.
“We've got to go, now!” Charlie shouts and I take off running with the group, Boone comes then turns back to Shannon. Suddenly Sawyer is with us, and Charlie stops.
“Wait. Kate. Hey, we have to tell Kate about Jack,” Charlie says, looking around wildly.
“Sorry sport, you just missed her. Her and Mohammad headed into the woods about 10 minutes ago,” Sawyer says.
“Which way?”
“Don't sweat it, amigo. I know which way they went.”
“Yeah, but-” Charlie starts.
“Wait Sawyer-” I interject.
“I'll tell her,” Sawyer cuts us both off, “You just keep doing... whatever it is you do around here.”
“Sawyer!” I shout at him, but he’s already walking away. I whine in frustration.
Charlie looks at me, panicked and I can tell we have the same expression, “Come on Amelia!” He says quickly and we take off running towards the caves.
After running for a while Charlie stops and looks worried, “I-I have to find Locke!”
“Charlie, wait you gotta help Jack-” but Charlie cuts me off.
“I just have to find him okay? Get to the caves to help dig.” He begins to run off and I bounce worriedly. Then I act on an impulse.
“I know about the drugs Charlie!” I shout, and Charlie whips around.
“Of course you bloody do, I’m sure everyone knows.”
“No, I mean, I know because I..” I trail off, not wanting to tell the truth, “I know because I’m a med student and before we crashed I was taking a class on drugs and withdrawals.” I sigh and look at my feet, “Don’t go get your drugs, please.”
“I have to go,” Charlie says and runs off. I let out a frustrated cry and make my way to the caves. Luckily I know the path already.
“Hey listen, Jack, we're going to get you out of there, okay?” I hear Micheal say as I run up. Everyone looks at me as I kneel over and catch my breath.
“What..” I pant and gasp, “What’s the situation?” Then Jack moans and coughs and I smack my hand to my face.
“Whoa whoa whoa, Amelia, right?” I nod as Michael speaks, “We’ll get him out.”
“You better, I’m not fit to be the doc around here!” I try to laugh but it comes out strangled and breathy. I feel so stupid for forgetting this would happen, I could have stopped it, but I’m prepared now to help Jack get out. Charlie be damned.
I help dig, as much as I can. My hands are shaking and sweaty, and I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. Guilt washes over me in waves as another rock slips under my fingers. I’m not making any progress but at least I’m trying to help. Micheal pulls me away from the rocks, and I don’t fight him. He walks away.
“Okay, we can't safely make that tunnel any bigger, but since Jack can't get out, one of us is going to have to go in and un-pin him,” Micheal says. Oh. We were done, he pulled me off because we were done. Right.
“What, crawl through that?” Hurley asks, apprehension clear in his voice.
“I think we need someone smaller,” Boone says, and I can feel his eyes on me.
Jin says something in Korean, and I just look at him. I’m still panting, sweating, and shaking with guilt.
“Dude, we don't understand Chinese,” Hurley says.
“Korean, man. They're Korean,” Micheal tells Hurley, obviously exasperated.
“I'll do it,” a voice says. I whip my head around and I see Charlie. Guilt only sinks further into me. I can’t even be useful.
“Charlie?” Hurley asks.
“No, man. Look, you're still too shook up. I might be able to squeeze through…” Micheal tries to reason with Charlie. I stand up, still shaking on my feet.
“Let him do it,” I say, and Charlie looks at me with an almost proud expression.
“Hey, who's going to take care of your son if something happens,” He begins to say to Micheal, and then he points to Sun, “She's got a husband,” he points to Boone, “he's got a sister,” then, to my surprise, he points to me, “and Amelia is the only other doctor. I'm alone here, no one on the Island. Let me do this.”
Micheal just nods before he says, “Listen, man, go slow. Try not to nudge any of the rocks around you.”
“Anything else?” Charlie asks, now looking apprehensive.
“Yeah, good luck,” Micheal replies.
Boone hands Charlie some water, “Be safe man.”
“Good luck, Charlie,” Hurley calls.
“Good luck,” I whisper to myself.
“Alright, thanks guys,” Charlie says. He looks into the opening, then looks back at everyone. Charlie gives me a nod before he starts to crawl into the tunnel.
Charlie squeezes his way through the tunnel. We all hold our breath as he does. I can slowly feel my heart rate decrease as my sweat finally breaks. Guilt still washes over me, but is reconciled by the fact that I know Jack will be out soon. Suddenly the cave starts rumbling and bits of dirt start falling. Michael and Hurley look in from the entrance of the hole towards Charlie.
“Charlie?” Micheal asks worriedly, “Charlie move! Charlie?” In the small cave opening we can see Charlie crawling as fast as he can to the opening cave-side. Then the tunnel collapses, and everyone stands still, like time stopped. I know Charlie made it, and I know Jack is going to be out soon.
Just then, Kate enters the caves at a brisk pace. I turn around when she does. Panic is clear on her face.
“I say we try again,” Hurley suggests.
“We can't just leave them,” Boone reasons.
“If we don't move, they're going to run out of air,” Hurley says hurriedly.
“Would you stop talking, I'm trying to think,” Micheal snaps.
“Where is he? Where is he?” Kate asks, her face is pale and her eyes are wide with panic. Her chest is heaving, probably from sheer panic and exertion from the run here.
“Kate,” Micheal says.
“Where is he?” She asks again, “Where's Jack?” We all look helplessly at her, and I know that they don't want to tell her.
Hurlue nods toward the now rubble-filled tunnel entrance, “He's in there.”
“Does anyone know if he's alive?” When no one answers she makes her tone more urgent, “Is he alive?”
“We don't know,” Micheal begins, “Charlie went in there through a tunnel that we dug, but it collapsed.”
“Why is nobody digging?” Kate says and she starts digging, we follow but apprehensively. I try to put in my best effort to show that I care. Suddenly my hand slips and I get cut on a rock. I cry out in pain, but bite my lip to silence myself. Fuck, how could I be so careless? Everyone slows down their digging when they hear my cry of pain. Guilt floods my stomach again.
“Hey Kate, you need to take a break,” Micheal says kindly.
“I'm fine,” Kate snaps.
“We've got enough people to dig,” Micheal implores, “You keep going at this pace your going to kill yourself.”
We keep digging regardless, and soon enough Charlie’s hand comes shooting out of the ground. Walt jumps back a bit and Vincent starts to bark.
“Hey, it's the doctor!” Walt shouts.
Jack and Charlie climb their way out of the hole Charlie made. Kate runs up to Jack anf gives him a huge hug. Jack winces, and I remember his shoulder. Maybe I can do some actual good and help him with it later.
“Ow, easy, my shoulder, careful,” Jack chuckles.
“How'd you get out?” Hurley asks, amazed.
“Charlie, Charlie found a way out.”
“Dude, you rock,” Hurley says to Charlie. We all cheer and congratulate Charlie. He looks around at all of us giving him praise. His face is lit up in happiness and I feel my own heart swell as well. I know it would turn out okay, I just wished I could have done something more.
Hurley then goes to get some water out of the stream for Charlie and Jack, he hands some to the both of them. Hurley then turns to Charlie, concern written all over his face.
“Dude, you feeling okay? You look a little…”
“Flu. He's got the flu,” Jack cuts in.
“Oh man, that's rough after all you've been through. Take it easy, man,” Hurley says and he pays Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie looks gratefully at Jack. Locke is back from his hunting and he’s waving a palm frond over the boar which is cooking on a spit. Charlie watches him, and I stand around useless.
“I think I'm going to stretch my legs,” He says to no one in particular.
“This place is cool. Can we live here?” I overhear Walt ask his father. Michael looks over at Sun. She returns his gaze. I turn and is Jack lpoking at the fire. Suddenly a rag is being put over his head. Kate brought him a sling. I laugh to myself.
“Made you something,” Kate says to him.
“Awww. My very first sling,” Jack says, and I feel my heart constrict. One more thing I can’t do. I decide to help my own hand.
“How's that?” Kate asks after helping Jack get situated with the sling.
“Good. Thank you,” Jack says gratefully. I turn away from them and rummage through the medical supplies. I find some alcohol and gauze, how convenient.
I wash my hands in the stream and pour some of the alcohol on my hand. I hiss at the contact, trying to stay as quiet as I can. I don’t need anyone worrying about me, especially not Jack. I can still hear their conversation in the background.
“So these are the safe caves you've been going on about,” Kate says.
“This was a fluke,” Jack explains, “Michael checked out the integrity of the rest of the caves and gave them an okay. So you're heading back to the beach, huh?”
“Sayid should be back there by now and if his plan worked then…”
“Then we're one step closer to getting off this Island.” I’m looking away so I can’t see Kate react, but I know from memory she’s looking down at her feet.
“Thanks for the sling, Kate,” Jack says.
“You're welcome,” Kate replies.
I wrap my hand in some gauze and decide to sleep at the caves tonight. There’s no use in trekking through the jungle at night, even if I know the Island. I shudder at the thought of the Smoke Monster finding me, and then finding out who I really am. Then I’d be in some real trouble. I sit down in front of a fire, staring into it and thinking about the days to come.
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Animal Adventure X Episode 8: Get Ready To Get Schooled! (SCRIPT)
It’s been a while since I posted any Animal Adventure related content. But luckily, I found something that’s pretty interesting. A script for the 8th episode of Animal Adventure X! (At least, the script for the English dub.)
The script ends pretty abruptly nearly halfway through. But what we have so far is good enough to give us some insight as to how the episode itself would’ve played out. (Along with giving us a glimpse into what the Animal Adventure X TV series is like.)
With all that said, let’s dive in!
(Strikethrough text reflects the pieces of dialogue that were cut out.)
ANIMAL ADVENTURE X
Episode 8: Get Ready To Get Schooled!
Narrator: Another day begins in the Aeros region. As our heroes--
(The camera pans to Velocity, Alex, and Amy who are still sleeping)
Narrator: Still sleeping...
(Chi bursts through the door. Cheery as ever.)
Chi: Wake up guys, it’s time to start the show!
(The others ignore her and continue sleeping)
Chi: I said... WAKE UP!!!
Velocity: What did you do that for?
Alex: Yeah sis, you I was having a great dream about a rice ball until you showed up.
Chi: Well, I’m sorry that I woke you up from your “PERFECT DREAM”. Besides, you’ve got three have a serious day of Stamp collecting ahead of you.
Amy: That’s right!
Velocity: We still gotta get the 3rd Aeros League Stamp!
(The three of them run oAfter eating their breakfast, Velocity, Alex, and Amy run off into New Leaf Town wh unaware that they’re being watched by Dr. Dogman and Britty.) who are watching the trio from a nearby tree.)
Britty: Well, whatever are they doing now?
Dogman: Looks like those fools are headed for the town. Probably for another Stamp.
Britty: Which should be the perfect time for an ambush!
Dogman: Precisely! Now let’s follow them and see find what out what else they’re up too!
Both: Huzzah!!
(Before setting out to follow Velocity and friends, both their stomachs start to grumble.)
Dr. Dogman: After we get something to eat...
Britty: Nya...
(The next scene switches back to Velocity, Alex, and Amy as they continue to walk around the Town)
Alex: Says here that the next Stamp tent should be in Neon City.* [EMPIRE CITY]
Velocity: Great! That means th should get me even closer to the Aeros Leagues!
Amy: Don’t forget about us!
Alex: Yeah Velocity, do you even have some type of strategy to take on Bijou?
Velocity(Baffled): Bijou?
Alex: Says here that she’s supposed to be the Stamp Holder there. The guidebook also says that she uses lightning fast attacks against her foes.
Velocity: Lightning fast? Pssh, I can take her on anyday.
Amy: Well Your missing the point Velocity. Georgi and Colette Chi might have been easy, but Bijou is a whole nother 10 times different.
(Velocity soon understands how strong Bijou is)
Velocity: I guess you’re right... But, what can I do in order to prepare for Bijou?
Amy: Well--
???: Are you three talking about Stamp Holders?
Velocity: Yeah. L- Wait a sec, who said that?
???: I did!
(Suddenly, a man wearing a purple uniform approches the duo)
Alex: Who are you?
Piggl
Piggleston: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Piggleston and I run the Piggleston Battle Academy here in New Leaf Town!
Alex: Battle Academy?
Of course
Piggleston: In my The Battle Academy is a special school where students can learn how to take on Stamp Holders with using by using the best battle strategies that there are!
Piggleston: And the best part, is I’m that I’m the Headmaster!
(Piggleston begins to twri twirl around in a purple leotard while dancinc laughing.)
Velocity: Uh, does that mean you’re also one of the teachers there?
Piggleston: Yep!
Amy: That’s great!
(Pats Velocity and Alex’s backs) before firmly p
My name’s Amy and, me and my friends here could really learn a thing or two from you.
Piggleston: Does that mean you’re all interested into enrolling into my academy?
Amy: Of course! We’d be glad to join.
Piggleston: Wonderful!
(Piggleston : continues to dance while Velocity and Alex begin to get angry at Amy)
Velocity: What was that all about?
Amy: You should be thanking I don’t know why you two are angry at me, you should be thanking me for what I just did back there.
Alex: I guess you’re right...
Velocity: Those lessons could help out us come up with a way to beat Bijou.
Alex: So where is your Battle Academy Piggleston?
Piggleston: It’s right near Route 1! Follow me!
(The trio then follows Piggleston to his Battle Academy. Mea While that’s happening, Dogman and Britty pop out of a nearby bush.)
Dogman (Baffled): Battle Academy?
Britty: Looks like the twerps off to hit the books again.
Dogman: Figured. That feline pest is more suited for school higher grades
Britty: rather than Stamps.
Britty: You know, you could probably learn a thing or two from that same school Dogman head, that way, you won’t fail anymore!
Dogman (Ticked off): I’d watch my mouth if I were you. I can disassemble you anytime I want.
Britty: *sigh* Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a robot...
(The camera cuts to Velocity, Alex, Amy, and Piggleston who are all on their way to the Battle Academy)
Piggleston:
Amy I think I’m starting regret to regret my decision...
Alex: Come on Amy, this was YOUR idea.
Velocity: Yeah! We’re not
Velocity (Continued): going anywhere until we learn a bit about Stamp Holders Bijou.
Piggleston: Ah, here we are!
(Piggleston runs off in front of the school) Feast your eyes on the Battle Academy!
Velocity, Alex, and Amy: Woah!
(The trio is amazed by the scope of the Battle Academy)
Velocity: This place is huge.
Alex: I wonder how much money went into making this school.
Piggleston: About 500′000′000 dollars. But enough about that, please come in!
(The four enter the Battle Academy)
SO, you three want to know how to beat Bijou right?
Velocity: That’s kind of the whole reason why we came here.
Piggleston: Well lucky for you, there’s a class about Bijou right down the hall! Now, let’s get going!
(Piggleston then pushes Velocity, Alex, and Amy into the classroom while that’s happening, Dogman and Britty follow them inside)
Dogman: This place is huge!
Britty: I bet’cha the Headmasters loaded.
He’s probably swimming through a pool filled with his money as we speak.
Dogman: If he’s that rich then, he must have something valuable.
Britty: And whereever we find something valuable, we take it!
Dogman: Exactly!
(The camera then cuts to Velocity, Alex, and Amy. Who are escorted into a by Piggleston into a classroom)
Velocity: This classroom is huge!
Alex: I guess that’s what happens when you have 500′000′000 dollars.
Piggleston: Alright, you three can take a closer seat over there while I begin the lesson.
(Piggleston clears his throat before greeting the class)
Piggleston: Good Morning class!
Class: Good Morning Mr. Piggleston!
Piggleston: Today, we’re going to learn about Stamp Holders. Now before we get started, I would like to introduce you to our temporary students for today. Please give a warm welcome for Velocity, Alex, and Amy!
(The entire class turns around to greet the trio)
Class: Hello, welcome to the Battle Academy!
Amy: Wow, the students here are so lively.
Alex: They really must enjoy being here.
Piggleston: Now that that’s out of the way, it’s Time to start today’s lesson! Today, we are going to clearn about Stamp Holders. As many of you may know, Stamp Holders are people who challenge anyone who steps into their Stamp Tents in order for to test their opponent’s strength. Once they have been defeated in a battle, the challenger is awarded with a Stamp! Unlike your average Stamps, these Stamps are gi special as they give you access to are proof of your victory against the Stamp the various Stamp Holders across the region. an One example is the Basic Stamp which is given out by Chi, who is the Stamp Holder of our very own New Leaf Town.
Alex: That’s my sister!
Piggleston: Now we will discuss on how to beat a Stamp Holder. Our subject for today will be Bijou from Empire City.
Velocity: Finally time to learn something about Bijou.
Piggleston: Bijou is known for her lightning fast agility and dazzling attacks, which could do be disasterous if you’re not quick enough.
Student 1: So, what should you do?
Piggleston: Good question Kenta! The first thing you need to do is to watch her moves so you can se what she will come up with next. The next thing you should do is to counter against her with a Protective attack or by using a Ground technique technique which should the latter should come in handy i when Bijou comes in for a close range attack.
Student 2: What happens if you defeat her?
Piggleston: I was just about to get to that Chip! If you remember what y I have taught you today and successfully defeat Bijou, then you will be rewarded with the Pop Star Stamp!
(The class is then impressed by a picture of the Pop Star Stamp)
Velocity: So that’s the STamp I’m aiming for.
Alex: Yep! Says so right here in the guidebook.
Piggleston: Now before we end today’s lesson, I want all of you to take a 2 page quiz on what you learned today.
(Velocity, Alex, and Amy are Velocity: What, a quiz?
Alex: Nobody said anything about a test!
(Piggleston co walks over to the trio to ensure them)
Piggleston: You don’t have three d Relax Alex. You three aren’t a part of this school which means, that you don’t have to take the quiz.
Amy: *sigh* That’s a relief...
Piggleston: I’d As much as I would love to guide you three around the school, I have to stay here in the classroom and take care of the class. But because of your interest in this is the Battle Academy, I’ll assign two of my students to give you a tour. Ricky? Momo? Could I please have a minute of your time?
(Two children get up from their seats and s walk over to Piggleston)
Piggleston: Velocity, Alex, Amy, allow me to introduce you to Ricky and Momo.
(Momo a callico cat that wore a white dress and a pink skirt along with a red bow on the back of her head, begins to greet the trio)
Momo: Nice to meet you!
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And, THAT’S the whole script. Like I said earlier, the script ends pretty abruptly. Ending right after Momo introduces herself to the main trio. (We don’t even get any dialogue for Ricky.)
I remember reading this a few years back and remembering that there was more content written. With Velocity and the gang hearing a loud blast while eating dinner. (Which probably would’ve lead to the big confrontation between the heroes and Dogman for the episode.)
From a critic’s point of view, this episode does a good job at elaborating more on how the battles in this show work alongside the Stamp challenge. There’s some pretty funny lines in here too! (I find Piggleston to be the funniest out of most of the characters in this episode.) The dynamic between Velocity, Alex, and Amy is pretty solid with each of them retaining their personalities from the video games while also fitting in some new ones that make them play off of each other very nicely.
Hopefully, the full script (or better yet, the ACTUAL episode.) is out there somewhere and someone can finish up what I never got to write.
(I should get going now. It took me nearly an hour to write this...)
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I, Marinette - p.7
(7) – Messed up
I had to admit that I became speechless at the sight of Cat Noir. I hadn’t expected to meet him when I was trying to figure out how to be Ladybug. Now, I faced my partner who knew Ladybug as his other half, so he could expose me as a fake within seconds. On the other hand, when I remembered the “Ladybug” episode, I had to rethink my statement.
“I needed to change a perspective…” I muttered when I realised that the silence was too long making the situation more and more awkward.
“To change?” he spotted.
“You know, a lot has changed within last 24 hours, so I thought it would be easier to work it out if I looked at it from the other perspective…”
“Literally?” he smiled.
“Sometimes it’s the best option…” I shrugged.
“Did you speak to Master Fu?” Cat Noir changed the subject, standing next to me.
I glanced at him sideways. He was indeed taller than Ladybug and seemed to be more relaxed than in his civilian self. No wonder that Marinette hadn’t figured out his identity yet.
“What?!” he laughed when he noticed I was watching him. “Have I changed too?”
“Maybe a little…”
“You’re jealous because I stopped calling you ‘Bugaboo’?
If there was Marinette here, that would lead to a LadyNoir argument. Lucky for Cat Noir there was me instead so I could fix something in their relations. If I could speak without a knot in my throat, of course!
“I’ve always wondered why you love me, Cat…” I started, but seeing him ready to repeat his confessions, I added quickly: “You don’t know my identity, you don’t know what I am. Maybe I’m mean? Maybe I have family issues? For a moment you thought I was Chloe Bourgeois. Would you love me if I was her? Why do you give your heart to someone you don’t know anything about?”
“Not true!” Cat Noir objected.
“What’s that?”
“It’s impossible you were totally different in your civilian self. As Ladybug you’ve been always honest, noble and sacrificing.”
“What a beautiful image, Cat… But I’m not flawless. I make mistakes…”
“Who doesn’t? You’re a human being as the others…”
“But look what happened after my last mistake? That was my fault that everything changed… If only I…” I stopped. It was pointless to do the dirty job for Marinette. Let her deal with her problems by herself.
“Don’t punish yourself, Bugaboo…”
Oh, ‘Bugaboo’ was back! Judging from Cat Noir’s red cheeks, he also realised what he’d just said. I looked like there was still hope for those two… If only Marinette could learn lessons from her latest experience and finally take things into her own hands…
“You know, Cat…” I began.
“Yes?”, he looked like he hoped for continuation of the feelings subject.
“Have you ever thought how it would be when you lose all your memories?”, I asked. “Master Fu gave in being the Guardian and he lost memories of all his long life. I’ve become the Guardian and… When the day I’ll give in this mission comes I’ll forget who I was for the whole life… If I got married, had kids… I’ll lose all my memories… That’s a terrible perspective, don’t you think?”
“I haven’t seen that this way…” he muttered under his breath. I wasn’t sure what was worse for him: that his beloved one would forget her life or… that one day she would settle down with someone. Not necessarily with him…
“Anyway… I have no choice now… Sooner or later I’ll forget everything…” I whispered. That frightened me, an adult person. How terrifying that had to be for a fourteen year old girl?
Cat Noir didn’t have a chance to answer me, because at that moment a strange smokey ball exploded right in front of us. We both jumped away instantly.
Panic caught me in my throat. That was happening for real and I wasn’t prepared! I didn’t know where the supervillain was hiding, because the smokey bullets were coming from nowhere.
“My poor, helpless superherokids!” the enemy laughed.
My eyes followed the noise. There he was. On the rooftop of a right wing of the palace there was a dark bearded man wearing a high hat and a cape. My mind couldn’t be completely overwhelmed with panic, if I managed to recall the one and only Edna’s famous statement about capes. That was so refreshing that I overcame the panic and focused on the fight.
“Not so helpless, you weirdo!” Cat Noir replied.
“What do you know about the fight, kid…” the man snorted. “You’d better give me your miraculouses right away!”
“So glamourous and forgot about your manners? Why don’t you introduce yourself?!” I yelled to draw the supervillain’s attention. Cat Noir disappeared in the darkness. Good. I hoped he was going to get the guy from behind so that I didn’t have to lose face.
“My dear soon-not-Ladybug-anymore… I’m Juggler.”
“How original…” I muttered. “I wouldn’t guess…”
“Give me your miraculous, before your partner learns who you really are…” he hissed.
My hand popped up and my mouth unknowingly said the spell ‘Lucky Charm!’ At the same moment Juggler turned around and knocked Cat Noir off his feet before my partner managed to get the supervillain. I looked at the thing created by my spell, then I winked. When I opened my eyes I was laying on the roof in a purple dust, staring in horror at the supervillain just above me. What had just happened?!
“Huh! That was easier than I thought!” Juggler laughed. “I’ll come back for your miraculouses in five minutes. Why should I bother fighting with you during your last moments as superheroes? That would be so exhausting!”
He turned around and disappeared.
I started standing up and I was just about to help myself with my hand, when I heard a pitched scream behind:
“Don’t touch anything!”
I looked there in shock. There was… Ladybug running in my direction. What the hell had happened here?! I glanced at my hands and felt faint. Black gloves, claws, black bubbles hovering above my palm… Oh, God… I was Cat Noir…
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Wise Words - John B x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Cliche, Father Absence, Not Edited
Summary: John B and your relationship had gone through a lot, the three most important times you needed each other the instance was sealed by wise words.
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Hey y’all sorry I didn’t post for a while, I was on vacation and now school is starting again so I need to prepare, however I have a Rafe imagine coming soon as well, I love you all so much and have an amazing rest of your week!
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The Pogue Group was not a normal group. It had a bond that couldn’t be broken. It was like a mini family in the midst of the crazy land that was the Outer Banks. You came along just before sixth grade. You had lived on the island your whole life but you were homeschooled so you never really had too many friends. And you were okay with that. You mother stayed home with you while she worked online and your father worked down by the boardwalk. Your father had a brother, his name was...actually you didn’t know his first name. You just called him Uncle Shoupe. You thought he had the best job in the world so you would go down to the station and just spend as much time there as you could. So there you were, watching The Simpsons on your phone, waiting for your mom to take you home or until you were tired enough to fall asleep on one of the chairs. It was normal until you heard a boy yelling at your uncle to let him go. You looked up and saw this blonde boy who looked around your age thrusting into your uncle’s arms. Raising your eyebrows you watched as Sheriff Peterkins came in and started to calm the boy down to explain everything. Once he was half way through the story of how he was just “jumping a fence”, another boy with shaggy short brown hair walked in and demanded his friend be let go. It was a funny situation really, two boys around sixth grade trying to fight two cops. Before you knew it a snicker left your lips and everyone looked at you. You just sat there. Until you coughed a little and smiled sheepishly. The boy with brown hair was still looking at you and had stopped yelling. He came over and sat by your side.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothin’ “
“Uh Hu”
“Wanna watch The Simpsons with me?” The boy looked at JJ who was staring in disbelief at how John B could just leave him for a girl who snickered at their attempts to be left alone.
“Sure, I’m John B by the way”
“(Y/N), but why not just John?”
“Because, now start the episode,”
Soon, you were introduced to the rest of the group and school started. The Pogues were formed. Sleepovers together every Saturday, turned into parties and illegal drinking, and those turned into living at John B’s. Your parents didn’t mind if they were being all that honest, you got all A’s and as long as you stayed at their house on school nights and didn’t get arrested they thought life was good. Staying at John B’s took its own path in your relationship. Before anyone knew it, you both were dating. This was your third year together, how did you last that long? A lot of perseverance and tests for your faith in the relationship.
The First Time
You walked into the Chateau after spending a girls night with your mom. No matter how old you would get, those were always your favorite nights.
“AYO AYO GOOD MORNING MY PE-” You paused after you saw Jonn B walk out of his room looking like a mess. “Hey baby what’s wrong?” You said holding out your arms to see how bad it was. If John B wouldn’t hug you then something was very wrong. And after around five seconds where all he did was shift his movements so he was on the door frame. He started to sniffle, wiping his nose he just shrugged. “No, don’t give me that what’s up?” After those words left your mouth he started to cry. John B never cried. He started mumbling nonsense still on the door frame with you leaning against the kitchen counter. “I can’t hear you baby”
“HE'S GONE” He looked up at you while he yelled. His eyes were bloodshot, from alcohol or crying you couldn’t tell.
“Who’s gone JB?” You tried to stay calm because he obviously wasn’t.
“My dad…” Those words hit you like a ton of bricks. Big John. Just gone?
“Okay, it’s okay,”
“No, no it’s not “okay”, ITS I DON’T EVEN KNOW (Y/N)” There was silence, you didn’t know how to comfort him. So far, you hadn’t made a move to hug him. You were too scared to see what would happen. After what felt like 10 minutes, John B spoke again. “Everyone says he’s probably dead,”
“Do you think he is?”
“No. He can’t just be dead,” At that point you walked slowly to him and hugged him. He didn’t hug back, but to be honest, you didn’t plan for him to hug you back. You just slowly shifted him to where you were both lying on his bed. Playing with his curly brown hair you hummed a song lightly. You two stayed there for maybe an hour. No words where said, what could you say? “Do you think he is?” The words John B spoke were barely above a whisper, too scared for your answer.
“I don’t know. I will help you to the best of my abilities to help you find him. Anything that can help I’ll do, but you need to understand that he could be gone. John, don’t prepare for failure, but don’t expect success okay?” At your words he turned around to face you, his eyes were glossed over. The picture of him laying in front of you right now was too much not to hug him impossibly tighter. At some point he needed to know someone was there.
The Second Time
You were sitting in the Chateau, trying to make a rainbow loom bracelet from the kit you found in your room from when you were 8. Fiddling with the bands you almost scream as the screen door shuts from outside. All the other Pogues were talking about something you couldn’t quite make out, stepping into the porch they all turned to you.
“Um….” You say not really sure what to make of the scene in front of you. “I’m going to go back inside and work on my rainbow loom, y’all have fun out here and don’t smoke too much,” You finished. That was meant for the whole group but you were mostly looking at JJ.
“Yeah, yeah,” He said while motioning you to go back inside. They didn’t tell you things sometimes, they knew each other longer and you accepted that. It wasn’t a big deal, if it was you would find out sooner or later. It must have been an hour before John B walked back in the house.
“I don’t know how to say this….” You gulped at his words, he couldn’t be break- “I may or may not have snuck into that dead guys hotel and found a bunch of cash and there could or could not be some gold and-”
“JOHN YOU BETTER RUN” You yelled. He snuck into a hotel room, found money, and there could be gold.
“OKAY OKAY HOLD UP!! That could be why my Dad disappeared and maybe if I find the gold I’ll find him.” He said holding his hands up in defense, trying to explain the reasoning behind his idiotic decisions.
“Fine. Fine. I support you and all that you do. John B you know that. But I’m not putting myself in that position okay? I’ll help as much as I can while staying in this house,” You finished going into hugging him.
“I love you” John B mumbled into your shoulder while you pulled him tighter into your chest.
“I know, and hey this is amazing, I know what’s going on in your head though, all I can say from now on is never prepare for failure but don’t expect success.”
“Wise words (Y/L/N)”
“What can I say? I try” You say giggling into his shoulder. He laughed along releasing you from the hug and bringing you back outside with the rest of the other Pouges.
Not The First Or The Last Time
“(Y/N) IF YOU DON’T GET DOWN HERE IN ABOUT TEN SECONDS IM STARTING THE VAN WITHOUT YOU” John B yelled from your front door. It was always unlocked, everyone on the island knew that. You sniffled a little from your room walking to the steps and going half way so John B could see your frame. After he caught a glimpse of your swollen eyes and crimson cheeks he rushed to give you a hug. You hugged back, tighter than he was hugging you. “What happened baby?” John asked, giving you a worried look. You stuttered out your words, trying not to cry.
“He- He’s- He’s gone….”
“Your dad?”
“Mhm….Mom said he was in bed when she fell asleep last night but by the morning he was gone...no possessions were taken, no note, just our boat….” John B’s breath hitched. You knew what he was thinking and frankly you thought about it too. He probably died just like John B’s dad did.
“It’s okay baby, it’s all good. We’re gonna find him and when we do it’s all gonna be just fine,”
“What if we don’t find him John B??? He could just be gone…”
“Hey hey hey, you’re preparing for failure…”
“Don’t prepare for failure but don’t expect success.” You said going in for another hug. All you wanted was for everything to be alright, you knew it wouldn’t work like that though. So all you could do is hold on to the next best thing.
“Wise words (Y/N), Wise Words”
A/N: I hope y’all enjoyed!! <3
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Ducktales 87 Review: A Whale of A Bad Time (Catch as Cash Can Part 2)
A SEA MONSTER ATE MY ICE CREAM! Yup come with me under the cut as I cover one of the most infamous moments of all Ducktales.. and the absolutely bonkers episode attached involving robot ice cream trucks, giant robotic whales, Optimus Prime as a navy admiral, and semen.. er seaman Donald Duck! All of this and more commissioned by @weirdkev27 is waiting under the ocean and under the cut! Come aboard!
So yeah....
And not the adventure time or regular show or what have you kind of intetionally weird I mean all the elements just sort of conjeal into a mess of poor decisions in and out of universes, robotic whales and the most insane scheme to get a noble peace prize of all time. If that and the intro didn’t hook you I don’t know what will, let’s do this.
PREVIOUSLY ON DUCKTALES:
Okay maybe not THAT previously... guess I gotta do this myself. *Grumble grumble* : Last time we met a steoyptical-ish foreign leader give Scrooge and Glomgold a deadline to literally weigh their fortunes in his country at ten days, with Glomgold’s sending the Beagle Boys after Scrooge in an attempt to cheat.. and springing from jail in a giant blimp shaped like a cow because your guess is as good as mine. Scrooge naturally won and here we are. As said last time, these episodes were still basically written as done in ones, able to be digested on their own, just with the overall framework of the four parter, in this case Scrooge and Glomgold’s contest, tieing it together. So with that out of the way.
We open as Duckburg is hit with a heatwave.
No that’s Heat Wave.. and besides he works out of central city, not Duckberg silly.. wherever those images come from.. me I guess? I dunno. Point is the boys are sweaty and uncomfortable, just like me 90 percent of the time, and decide to cool off by visiting Scrooge’s new ice cream factory for free samples. We’re only about a minute, and a recap about the contest on the news, in and already the characters this episode are acting kind of dumb.. get used to it. One of Scrooge’s primary, most consistent, most iron clad character traits is he does NOT give away something for nothing. Even for Charity he’ll often try and pench pennies and how much he donates, and in older harsher comics like Carl Barks famous “A Christmas For Shacktown” good luck getting him to donate any money to anyone else AT ALL. If he DOES give someone a gift, it’s usually with an alterior motive or some sort of scheme brewing, with Donald or the Nephews or all four rightly questioning him. The idea any factory of any product of his would give out samples unless he got something out of doint so or that they wouldn’t be tiny or use flavors that don’t sell or some cost cutting measure like that is nuts and while it’s not out of the boys characters to be stupid it is a bit for them to just blindly think he’d be okay with this.
Their soon distracted by other matters once they arrive though as the Guard won’t let them in despite being Huey, Dewey and Louie as much like bill and ted their a package deal, and yes they do a team pose and yes.. it’s actually pretty adorable. Again nepotism has never been a trait of scrooges either boys, why would he start now? They try flagging down one of his ice cream trucks but they totally ignore him. and seem to be driving automatically... they also look human which... yeah. Just.. yeah. The boys are naturally suspicious and plan to ask scrooge at Dinner. This fails because Scrooge isn’t coming and Beakly refuses to let them disturb him on his orders.. and refused to let Webby eat till everyone’s at the table. I’ll come back to Beakly in a second, and there will be blood dumpster.
The boys sleep that night, but are woken up by the ice cream trucks and wondering why the hell their running at night... which yeah is weird and was a bad part of the plan. We’ll get to why that plan’s a bit totally fucked in a second though as the boys assume someone is doing something shady with scrooge’s company and pull a Marty McFly, attaching their skateboards to a bumper and then hopping onto one of the trucks. And given that Magica, the Beagle Boys and Flintheart have all gone up at scrooge several times at this point judging by the episode guides, not to mention all the one off thieves, scumbags, con artists and warlords they’ve fought, you honestly can’t blame them for being super suspicious.
Their suspcions of this being some kind of elaborate theft are semeingly confirmed when instead of , and this is really the flavor they use “Bubble Gum Pistachio Fudge” they find Scrooge’s money. And let’s just take a sec to .. unpack that flavor as none of those go together. I mean in a three scoop cone or bowl maybe, but in the same ice cream your just throwing shit together at that point. And the flavor isn’t outlandish enough to really be a good joke.
I’ts just three flavors jammed together that don’t belong. It’s not like the, ironically in the same year, 87 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle’s love for weird pizza toppings. That.. actually comes off as a joke. It didn’t always land in the episodes i’d seen but I get what their going for. Thanks to this infographic I know they put ALL of this on pizza at some point, omitting actual pizza toppings for obvious reasons: Granola, Licorice, Fudge, Marshmallows, Clams, Peanut Butter, Avacado (Which didn’t sound bad in theory but once I thought about it I winced), Pickles, Asparagus, Butterscotch, Onions (Yes I know this is an actual regular pizza topping but no just.. no.. everyone hones in on anchovies, which i’ve never had but no.. onions are the real scourge of the pizza world), Toast, Tea (okay that one actually shocked me), Clam Sauce, Chocolate Sprinkles, Jelly Beans, Yogurt, Coconut, Strawberries, Oatmeal, Grape Jelly, Gucamole, Tuna, Popcorn, Sardines, Whipped Cream, Bannans and Goulash. The point i’m making is it’s not hard to come up with even a weak wacky flavor of something and it was a weird line to just utterly botch but they somehow did it. Also that the Teenage Mutant Turtles have serious issues to address. I mean onions, really? onions? Guys you can do better... onions are a next mutation topping!
One Tangent Later, the boys and the trucks arrive at the docks where they see the money filled ice cream trucks loading onto a boat and a shadowy mystery man. Who could it be? My money is on
But my money is always on Crab People. It’s likely why i’m poor. But the boys chuck a bag of cash at him, then Louie... prepares to break his legs with a crowbar?
Seriously the truck was automated and they came straight form home. he had to have brought that with him. Whelp at least Louie has a unique character trait: He likes to make people bleed. I don’t know if that’s necessarily a GOOD thing for a 8-10 year old to want to do but it’s better than nothing. Before Louie can get up to a bit of the ultra violence, Huey finds out it’s Scrooge who explains himself: Naturally the sudden new Ice Cream Factory he built in days right next to the bin is a front, and the trucks are his own, a stealthy way to outfox glomgold. While the news said he was transporting the loot by air, he’s doing it by sea stealthily to prevent glomgold from attacking it. Which given he hasn’t a giant cow Zepplin, fair enough.
The rest of this though is ludicrously overcomplicated: First off it’s not REMOTELY stealthy to build a giant fake factory next to your bin, days before you transport your cash, something so obvious i’m suprised Glomgold dind’t just come to the factory himself and set some explosives. Second while Robot Drivers isn’t a bad idea, Glomgold has many spies with many eyes, it’s a BIG gamble to both have active trucks around, especially at night carrying large sums of cash. I mean what if the police stopped them? Sure Scrooge could get his money back legally, but Flintheart might get to it first or bribe some cops first. Or some dirty cops might take it for themselves. It’s also WEIRDLY costly for someone as spiendthrift as Scrooge, I mean while he owns the land for the factory he had to buy a ton of trucks, pay for gyro’s, i’m assuming Gyro’s at least, material to make the robots, and pay for the guard to keep people out as well as presumibly either well paid workers or more robots inside to get the money into the trucks. It’s just hilariously overcomplicated and while not an intentional joke clearly got a laugh out of me as it just makes no logical sense for scrooge’s character and he’s done similar ideas for far less money in the comics. It’s a carl barks style “hide the money bin’s cash” plot, funnled through bloodshot eyes of someone having done a small mountain of cocaine to get this script done on time and I love it for that. The boys applaud their uncle for his wacky scheme while a mysteroius periscope watches them from a distance.
The Next Morning Beakly is still awful as despite everyone being there, she now refuses to let Webby eat till everyone’s settled. And NOW we can talk about 87 Beakly. I don’t like her. She’s had one or two moments in the episodes I watched, but outside of that she’s a bland character who mostly fusses over the boys and webby, worries things are too dangerous, or is there for a weak joke. She’s just not all that intresting, and while i’ll grant the 87 Ducktales cast isn’t the deepest set of characters and the boys can be annoying depending on the episode.. their at least INTRESTING. The boys are clever, rambunctions and curious, Webby has all of that and an underlying swetness that while cloying at times is mostly just really endearing, Launchpad is a klutz and a crash magnet but means well and keeps trying and genuinely is a good scoutleader and person, and Scrooge despite his rough edges is a hardscrabbled adventuerer. The rest of the main cast here at least has a drive and character to them that makes the stories work when their at their best. Beakly is just kinda.. there.
Why I also go into this is because 87 Webby gets a lot of shit.. and she really dosen’t deserve it. Yes she’s clearly a studio executives idea of what a little girl should like and that’s bad. And yes she got kidnapped a bunch.. but so did everyone else. But she makes up for that by being the heart of the team, offering love and empathy to all of them, easily bonding with varous animals and people they meet, and genuinely offering a naive but optimistic worldview that nicely contrasts with scrooge and the boys understandable cyncism. And she CAN handle herself more often than not. Wheras frank and co basically took almost everything about beakly and started over with Webby they simply tweaked her for the times: Made her about the same age if not older than the triplets so their equals, took away the triplet’s outdated and utterly loathsome sexisim, and added badassery and intellegence to her already admirable emotional skills and naive optimism, along with some boundless energy on top.They took a decent character and made her an amazing one.
With Beakly.. they took a dodering, easily frightned old lady whose overly proper and stuffy and turned her into a taciturn, snarky, badass former secret agent whose the sanest person in the mansion and when she IS wrong, will not only admit it but usually had some good reason for it. She also goes from being mostly deferent to scrooge to one of his few equals, to the point that the “87 Cent Solution!” lampshades the fact that if they’d called her the episode would’ve been over, as she’s , outside of a few exceptions the one person he listens to. She’s a throughly likeable, throughly complex character and one i’m glad their doing more with this season while I really hope I don’t see the original her more than I have to.
Okay with that rant done for this and any future retro ducktales reviews, we can get to the reason your all here and Kev comissioned me to do all 4 of these episodes: You’ve seen it on youtube, you’ve seen it in “Let’s get Dangerous”, you’ve seen it in dreams, ladies, gentleman and others, A. SEA. MONSTER. ATE. MY. ICE. CREAM.
As the family sits for pancakes, Wippleman, Scrooge’s accountant and what I can only assume is this universe’s version of WWE manager Harvey Wippleman, comes in and has some bad news for Scrooge: A Sea Monster of some kind sunk one of his ships.. but the good news it was only Ice Cream. Knowing what it really was Scrooge goes absolute APE shit and procedes to hop around the table going absolutely insane, destroying everyone’s breakfast, with poor webby bemoaning she’ll never get to eat, Beakly remarking “it must’ve been some ice cream’ which isnt’ a bad line, Huey explaning what’s up with the weirdly delivered “It was half his fort-une!” and the boys finally restraining Scrooge with an impromptu tablecloth straightjacket, which calms him down and he hops off to get his money back. Wether you’ve seen the scene for yourself and ESPECIALLY if somehow you haven’t, it’s right here if you want to take another look.
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This scene is not only the most remembered part of the special, and easily the most beloved, it’s one of the best scenes in all of Ducktales 87 and easily one of the funniest across duck canon. Everything just clicks: The concept, the animation showing off just how manic scrooge is, how he never does the same move twice, how rather than looping it Alan Young very clearly said the word a bunch of times each time with a different more manic and uniquely hilarious delivery, Beakly’s deadpan reaction, and the boys vain attempts to restrain him before finally succeeding. Everything about this works and in an otherwise just really off center episode, this sparkling gem of a scene stands out. I waited till now to talk about Alan Young’s scrooge and honestly the man defined the roll for a reason: he can do a dramatic or emotional delivery just as effortlessly as a comic bit like this, and plays the character with the sternness and stubbornness expected. He got the character perfectly and it’s unsurprising Frank and Matt wanted him to reprise the roll and he only didn’t because he sadly passed on, though I will say David Tenant is a perfect replacement. Though even HE couldn’t do the Sea Monster Ate My Ice Cream bit as well as Alan, as his felt a bit more stilted and was clearly looped, but really I don’t think anyone could top him at this. It’s his shining moment as the character and he earned it square.
So getting back to the ten car pileup that is the rest of this episode, the boys and Scrooge head under the sea, doot doot doot, to find his ship. But while under water they instead find the navy who’ve quarantined the ship.. yet aren’t wearing face masks inside their little suits. How odd. Guess the giant glass dome and giant ocean of water between them and the ship helps but still, you can’t be too careful.
Point is both sides are being kind of douchey: The Naval Guards, rather than direct Scrooge to their superior to PROVE it’s his vessel and ask questions to him directly since their aircraft carrier soon turns out not to be far from here just tell him he can’t pass and Scrooge is as bill gerent as you’d expect. I’m not saying people aren’t this dumb in real life, just google any video of a karen of any gender throwing a giant tantrum in a store over masks, i’m just saying i’td be nice to move the plot along without unnecessary cul de sacs. The boys however naturally have a way around this and sneak in with scrooge on the underside of a sea turtle. It’s a genuinely clever tactic. They find the ship with a large bite out of it.. and the Navy then swoop in to take them in.
On the ship Scrooge continues to not help his case and pulls a classic old white guy and demands to see their superior. Or white person in particular really. Point is he throws a strop on their way to what could easily be a trip to the brig with his behavior and possible criminal charges, while the boys muse that this is Donald’s ship. For the uninitiated, the in-series reason Donald left the boys for this series was he was called back to the Navy, and thus left the boys with Scrooge. Out of series it was an executive mandate: As Tad Stones, future creator of Darkwing Duck and story editor for Ducktales 87, explained, and I found out about this via looper, Disney was nervous about having one of their biggest characters overexposed by having him as part of 65 episode tv show. This was combined with the fact they were worried Donald’s voice would make stories confusing. I also believe, if with no proof there was at third reason: Tony Anselmo had just started as Donald Duck, taking over from the late great Clarence Nash at Nash’s request after Nash died in 85, and they likely feared putting Tony through such a ringer this soon might sour audiences on him before audiences had gotten used to the new voice actor. So with all this Donald was kept to the occasional guest roll, though I will say while there have been complaints about Donald’s voice on this show I have no issue with it. It’s not as good as the reboot.. but the reboot also comes after Tony’s been playing the roll for over 30 years and is just as iconic as his predecessor in the roll at this point versus two years after his mentor died and he picked up his sword.. or squawky duck voice in this case.
Scrooge is escorted to Admiral Grimitz, the head of this aircraft carrier whose showed up in other Donald episodes, specifically his segment of the Treasure of the Golden Suns series opener. He’s the gruff but mostly fair head of the ship and is voiced by, of all the va’s possible, Peter “Optimus Prime” Cullen, using a voice that is DIFFRENT but not by much. It’s hard not to be distracted by it. The Admiral waves scrooge off from his entirely justified fear the Army stole his money, but refuses to give any details since i’ts classified. Scrooge angrily.. decides to do the next shipment anyway and tells them to stay out of it instead of calling the president like he threatened to get some answers. Or threaten to pull funding for his military contracts. I know Scrooge never would, but they don’t know that. It’s just.. odd to see scrooge give up and it would’ve made more sense if the Admiral threatened legal action first or something that would get him to back off.
The Admiral then brings in Donald, and gives him the truth: Their own scientist, Dr. Bluebottle, stole an experimental sub shaped like a whale and stole the money for reasons they don’t know. So since he can go undercover easily, he sends Donald to go with scrooge and slaps a transmitter on him so they can track him. Donald also does some slapstick. That’s my boy. And yes it was a very nice surprise to see him again since i’d forgot he was in this episode. Especially since aside from “The Trickining!” he hasn’t been in any episodes since Ducktales came back. Justifably though as none of those NEEDED him and the show’s massively improved from it’s “donald might as not well exist” days of season 1, I just miss him is all and it’s nice to see some form of him again.
And this is where the episode kinda lost me, as this scheme, while not really out of the bounds of the reality, just.. feels like it overcomplicates the plot for the sake of padding. I mean I buy the Government going iwth a far more complex plan to cover their own asses.. but it would’ve made more sense from a plot standpoint to have it go this way: The Admiral is honest with Scrooge, tells him about bluebottle.. and threatens him into helping them by pointing out he broke into a federal quarantine and defined naval orders and could be brought up on charges, and if he tired telling anyone about Bluebottle could likewise be tried for leaking federal secrets. That way instead of using an unknowing scrooge as bait he goes into the situation KNOWING he’s probably going to get captured and while grumbly about it uses it to his advantage. Donald could still plausibly be sent along as naval lisaon/as a seemingly nice act/to have the bug to track the sub. Instead it just feels like they added an extra uncessary step to things to pad the episode more. I mean if you needed to do that just add more of the sea monster or give launchpad a cameo. He’s been missing for days at this point.
So Scrooge and family, which naturally includes Webby and Beakly even if I don’t like classic bleakly she’s still family, head out with the second half of his fortune which makes next to no sense when he has days left in the concept and you know, half is missing, but whatever. Naturally the obvious happens and we meet the famous Sea Monster.. which actually looks neat.. it’s drawn like your standard cartoony killer whale but has bits of indents much like a sub would to show it’s not entirely a beast. It’s a nice bit of design work. The whale eats the cash and Donald and Scrooge but the navy pick up the boys, webby and beakly.
Donald let’s things slip on the sub, while back at the carrier the good Admiral explains the rest and my other issues with the plot aside this scene is a good bit of exploition as it explains some obvious questions away cleverly, something this plot could’ve used more of frankly but it’s refreshing to get at least a little: The reason they don’t just attack the sub en masse, besides it being you know incredibly valuable is that it’s made to be torpedo resistant, it’s sonar resitant so they can’t track it easily, and it’s faster than any ship. After all it was made to be a super weapon, so naturally the carriers standard barrage of navy vehicles can’t match it. However again to the episodes credit the tracker is actually vitally important, as it allows them to see the ship and where it is, so they can attack.. though right now their holding off on it since a crewman and a civilian are on board but if it comes down to it they’ll have no choice. I also gotta admit..t his concept is pretty cool. Kind of ridiculous? Sure but a super sub shaped like a whale that can still bite like one and outrun and outlast any other sea vehicle? It’s undoubtly awesome and a point in this episodes favor.
But now we get to most gloriously insane and convoluted part of the episode.. yes NOW we do. Donald and Scrooge naturally sneak around the ship, and find Dr. Bluebottle at his controls, talking to Flintheart on a video monitor. Turns out, to no one’s surprised, Flintheart subcontracted out his plans to Bluebottle and in exchange for keeping the money under the ocean till the contest, Glomgold is going to make sure he gets the Nobel Prize, and covers on all the magazines.
Okay at first I genuinely thought this plan made no sense.. until I realized it does, but ONLY for Glomgold. Bluebottle comes off as the smartest moron that’s ever lived for agreeing to any of this. But I have to give Glommy this the plan works out great for him: He convinces an already Rogue scientist to steal scrooge’s money, which prevents Scrooge from finding out what’s going on as he, correctly, guessed the government would cover this up because of course they did. He then correctly figured either the government would work with scrooge to trap bluebottle or they’d just use scrooge as bait anyway without a formal agreement, thus netting him scrooge’s entire fortune. He knows bluebottle won’t take it up because he gave bluebottle a bribe specifically for him and the only thing he wants, and even if he does take the money, Glomgold has more and Bluebottle could still remotely blow up the sub or something. And if he can’t the Navy would have to hold the sub, and money included , as evidence for the trial. And even if Bluebottle DOES rat him out, Glomgold could easily bury the evidence. The only way glomgold gets caught is if Bluebottle recorded their video chats or if scrooge saw them talking.. which he did, but given the two are direct competitors his testimony is dubious at best as is donald’s. So basically Flintheart almost certainly wins no matter what, and Bluebottle takes the fall no matter what. It does make Bluebottle comeff as a massive moron for not thinking of this, but props to glomgold.
Also yeah.. it’s clear to me at this point that if he hasn’t said it somewhere Frank clearly did the same thing he did with Gyro here with Flintheart: Take one accidental trait from the original (Glomgold’s penchant for overly complicated schemes and Gyro’s tendency to make robots that go rogue.) and make it a part of their personality instead of just a coincidence and turn it up to 11 for hilarity.. which worked in both cases. I genuinely thought this Flintheart was saner but no he’s just less interesting.
So Bluebottle gets an intruder alert.. and turns around to find Scrooge and Donald. Who rather than just whap the guy on the head while his back is turned, just stood there to confront him directly.
Look this review is running long and is behind, I don’t have more time to marvel over how plot conveniently stupid they are being right now. A fight ensues with blue bottles inventions till Donald threatens to pull a big lever. I’ts thankfully not the self destruct lever like Donald thinks or Bluebottle’s equivlent of the blow up the engine button because he’s clearly just that smart, but a lever to dump all the gold.. which isn’t a terrible idea for once as if the ship gets stalled it can float up, as we’ll naturally see as there was no way they weren’t going to pull this chekov’s lever at some point. Scrooge stops him, Bluebottle uses gadgets to tie both up and finds out about the bug , as that’s why the miltary have been able to attack him which happened but I didn’t get to becuse of all the stupid. Bluebottle snuffs it out and then fully assaults the aircraft carrier, and things look grim. But Scrooge and Donald aren’t put down that easily and escape and scrooge pulls a donald and just starts breaking shit and breaks the sub.
Now with the sub plumiting, and Bluebottle bragging that only he can fix it as the sub will just keep sinking into the ocean’s depths.. and that only it’s design has kept compression from crushing them to death. But Scrooge has another solution and a suprisingly, and badassingly self sacrifical one: He dumps the money into the marinara trench, nice pun, and thus the whale floats up, Bluebottle is arrested, and Glomgold... still wins for now as Scrooge still has to get his fortune out, but Scrooge figures Gyro can help with that. We get an everybody laughs ending and we’re out.
Final Thoughts:
This one is a mess. While it has a great moment here or there, Donald and Tony as him are fantastic as they are now, and of course A Sea Monster Ate My Ice Cream! is an utterly classic scene and an utter joy to watch. The attached episode is just a mess structurally, if still a fun watch. Yes despite my bitching about it the sheer slapped together nature of it means it’s fun to pick apart and make fun of, so it’s not unwatchable. I’ve seen worse episodes of this very show, and worse episodes of tv. But as an old friend would say.
Not a terrible sit, but it easily could’ve been better. I’m also getting tired of scrooge being enitrely usless and just throwing up his hands at times. Stop that he’s better than that. With this one THANKFULLY AND FINALLY out of the way, next up is Aqua Ducks.......
Oh god. Well if you want to see the next one follow me. If there’s an episode of any animated show you’d like to see me cover classic ducktales, modern ducktales, disney in general, etc, etc, just send me a PM and you can comission a review. 5 bucks for one episode, 15 for a movie and 5 bucks off one episode when you order three or more like say a multiparter like this. Until then say safe, check your house for Busey’s and hopefully we’ll meet again.
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Race’s Quarantine Journal
( Race’s POV ) + ( Diary ) + ( High School AU )
a/n: aka me projecting
sorry this is shitty, i’m just feeling a lot rn and i wanted to get it all out
warnings: mental health, mentions of self harm and death, language
March 10, 2020
Everything has been crazy. People keep talking about some virus going around. It’s probably not too bad, I’ve had the flu before.
March 13, 2020
My school just sent me an email saying we can’t go back until April? Huh? Well at least I can finally get a break. School has been kicking my ass. I need a nice little vacation. I’ll relax and hang out with my friends. A quick little month long break ain’t too bad my senior year.
March 18, 2020
You’re telling me that my teachers are still giving work on this break? And they want me to video chat with them? Hell no. This is my vacation. I’ll just catch up when we go back to school.
March 21, 2020
So my parents aren’t letting me leave the house? It can’t be that bad. Maybe I should do my own research cause there is no way that all these shops should be closing and that I can't leave. I don't know what I’ll do if I’m stuck in this house for a month. All my friends can't leave either. Maybe we can just video chat I guess. I’ll see them soon enough anyway.
March 31, 2020
I’ve done so much research. Everything is so bad. So many people are dying. No one is doing anything about it. Why the fuck isn't anyone doing anything about it? Why are people still going out? Nothing is open. Go home.
April 1, 2020
I woke up today hoping this all was a crazy April Fool’s prank.
I wish I was right.
April 6, 2020
I was supposed to go back to school today.
Instead I got another email saying the closure got extended.
I don’t know when we’ll be able to go back.
April 10, 2020
I’ve been picking up a lot of hobbies.
Mostly I’ve been dancing. It calms my nerves. I’m going crazy in this house.
I tried painting but that got messy. I tried reading some books but words have never been the easiest things for me. I tried playing guitar with an old one I found in the garage but it hurts my fingers too much.
I’ll stick with dancing.
April 15, 2020
I don’t know what else to do. I’ve redecorated my bedroom 3 times and my parents told me if they hear me moving furniture in the middle of the night one more time they’d make me take everything down.
I feel trapped.
April 16, 2020
Maybe I should try to write in here more. That’s the only thing I can think to do. I could do a “what I did today” or a mood tracker. I might actually do the mood tracker but I know all well I won’t do it everyday. Maybe weekly? Maybe every couple days? Maybe whenever I feel like it?
Okay....today I feel: Bored.
April 22, 2020
It's Earth Day. One of my favorite days.
I hope that with the world shut down the Earth can breathe a little easier today.
Today I feel: Hopeful.
April 25, 2020
Today would’ve been my senior prom.
I actually had a date and everything, for the first time. How great would that have been?
I’m not gonna write a lot today. Too sad.
May 1, 2020
I can’t do this much longer. Everything sucks and I feel so stuck. I haven't left my house, I haven't seen my friends, my family is driving me crazy, my sleep schedule is totally fucked, I haven’t been this depressed since middle school, and I can’t do anything about any of it. It fucking sucks.
May 3, 2020
Let’s play a fun game. Okay so I’ll start with 10 fingers up and if this thing has happened put a finger down.
Okay so put a finger down if you really liked someone and you had a good thing going with them but you let the worst person in your life convince you that you shouldn't be with them and that they were the problem so you had to hurt the person you really liked to make the worst person feel better cause they manipulated you and took control of your brain and then the person you liked ended up dating one of your friends and you couldn't even be mad at them cause they were so happy and cute and you were happy for them both but then they broke up and you don’t know if it’s cool to talk to the guy you liked cause your friend is the ex and you haven't talked to them in a long time and they probably hate you cause you hurt him and he wouldn't understand cause your excuse is so shitty and you guys are now so different and life is just really hard and you think about what y’all had and miss it so much cause it was so good and thats all you want, to be loved, and you know it’ll never be the same so you don't even bother.
I’m down to 9 fingers.
God I fucking miss him.
May 4, 2020
For a long time I’ve convinced myself I don’t deserve love and I really think it’s true. That’s all I’ve ever wanted but I’ve done so many bad things what if no one wants me?
Everyone hates me. My friends only pretend to like me. I don’t understand why someone would want to be friends with someone like me. I’m so difficult.
May 6, 2020
It feels like I dropped out.
I’m not doing any school work. I missed my prom. I probably won't have a graduation ceremony. Worst part is, I didn’t drop out. I can’t just move on. I have to just sit with this.
I guess it's not hitting me as hard as some other people because I didn’t even plan to be alive this long so I was already prepared to miss them. It’ll probably hit me soon tho. I just won't let myself breakdown. Not yet.
May 8, 2020
Can I just say something?
I’m so fucking tired of being alone.
Not just cause quarantine, like in general. I want to be loved but I have to fuck everything up all the time, God why am I so stupid all the time?
And I don’t mean my friends just saying “oh I love you!” like no, thats nice, but at the end of the day that’s not the kind of love thats going to marry me, or hold me when I can’t sleep at night, or cook dinner with me.
I’m so tired of being undeserving and undesirable. What is wrong with me? What does everyone hate so much?
If I’m being honest, I cry every night because of this loneliness I feel. I just want it to stop.
May 10, 2020
My panic attacks are getting worse. For no reason.
I panic over things that 3 months ago I would've just pushed away. But now this isolation and fear is making everything so bad.
I started seeing things again. I started picking and twitching and shaking again. I haven't been this bad in a long time. How long before the thoughts come back? The urges? Will I be able to stop them this time? I hope so. I really hope.
May 13, 2020
So I’ve officially reverted back into my childhood state of watching old cartoons all day for any sort of serotonin. It's working a little ngl.
May 15, 2020
I picked up my yearbook today. I drove to my school and they handed it to me through a window. Can’t get it signed, can’t see anyone, can’t do anything.
I don't know if I have the strength to look through it right now knowing I might never see these kids again.
May 17, 2020
I had one of the worst episodes in a while today.
I saw this video and I don’t wanna talk about it cause I don't want to think about it but it made me twitch and shake for so long.
I couldn’t stop. I was so scared. I picked at my skin for a long time. I couldn't open my eyes. My head hurts from shaking for so long.
I just want to go to sleep.
May 20, 2020
My parents are so clueless. Do they really not know? Do they choose to look past it? Do they know and not want to say anything?
Can they not see that I’m not fucking okay?
There is no way they don’t notice how I twitch and shake and pick at my skin. They can’t ignore my tear soaked face almost daily. They might not see when I wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and desperately try to calm myself. But they never ask me if I’m okay.
The answer is “no” if they ever decide to ask.
May 23, 2020
I’m official a high school graduate!
Though it doesn't really feel like it.
I drove to the school and picked up my diploma and that was it. A masked “congratulations” and a piece of paper and that was that.
Congrats to me though. I guess.
May 27, 2020
I feel so empty.
Actually, I don't feel anything.
I just sit here. I don't remember when I last ate. I haven’t gotten out of bed. Haven’t watched anything. Just thinking.
Today is not a good day.
I don't want to be alive today.
I just hope the urges stay at bay. I don't know if I can stop myself this time.
May 30, 2020
I wish I was dead.
Everything I love is being taken away from me.
I want to kill myself. I haven’t felt like this in years. Everything is only getting worse and I can't stop it.
I want to but I can’t. If I try and fail thats selfish cause I’d be taking up space in the hospital for people who actually need it.
I’m useless. I’m powerless. I want out.
May 31, 2020
I’m so sick. I’m so weak. My head is killing me.
I’m not sick, I just feel shitty. Not an uncommon feeling.
I don’t know how much longer I can fight off the urges.
I’m sorry.
I wish I was sick. It would make this whole thing easier. I feel like this will never end. I want out.
I’m sorry.
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