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bbysamu · 3 years

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Honey

✎ Featuring: TSUKISHIMA Kei x you ; SUGAWARA Koshi x you

✎ song: honey by Kehlani slowed & reverbed

✎ Genre: slight fluff, slight angst, one-sided pining by Tsukki

✎ Preview: (Y/N) is Tsukishima Kei’s older sister’s best friend. He didn’t think much of her until one day he realizes she’s all he could think about. To make matters worse, she’s over at the Tsukishima resident almost every weekend. So what happens when she shows up unexpectedly on a school night, claiming to be a fight with her boyfriend. What will Kei do now?

a/n: just a little something I thought of in my mind, not really sure where this is going yet hahaha

♫ I like my girls just like I like my honey, sweet, a little selfish. ♫

TSUKISHIMA Kei had the most excruciating day. Classes seemed to drag on and on, so did practice. What was usually fun for him turned into a nightmare as the Karasuno idiot duo refused to let him go until they had perfected a new quick attack.

By the time Kei got home, it was already 8 pm. He dragged his feet into his bedroom, slightly alarmed at the lights coming from the shared bathroom he had with his sister. His sister had texted him saying she won't be home until 9 pm today, so why was the bathroom light on. Did he forget to turn it off when he left for school this morning?

Poking his head in, he was surprised to see you standing in front of the faucet, toothbrush in hand, brushing away happily. You in your oversized t-shirt and a pair of Lakers basketball shorts. A fashion disaster, but he couldn’t help the blush rising to his cheeks. He quickly averted his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

You jumped at his words, completely unaware of Tsukki’s presence.

“Oh my gosh Tsukki! stop....you could’ve made me drop my toothbrush. Get it? like the vine video?”

He rolled his eyes, biting his cheeks to stop from smiling.

“And what do you mean what am I doing here? I’m always here.”

“That’s true, but you’re only here on the weekends.”

“oh yeah, well, surprise? and you’re home late.”

“yeah practice ran late today. You should know, didn’t your boyfriend tell you?”

He noticed the darkened look in your eyes, “he’s not exactly my boyfriend right now”.

Tsukki was surprised, he couldn’t help but ask, “what? what happened?”

“We had a fight. To answer your question, that’s why I'm here tonight. I need to have a rant session with my bff.”

Tsukishima thought back to practice tonight, suddenly understanding why the silver-haired setter seemed to be in a mood this afternoon.

He leaned against the doorframe, “what happened?”

You eyed him suspiciously, “why are you grinning?”

Tsukki immediately stood up, face slightly flushed, “no I wasn’t!”

“awwww”, you cooed, “is my little brother worried about me?”

“ew, I'm not your little brother” Tsukishima cringed at the term.

“you’re Sana’s little brother, so by extension, you’re mine. But yes, Sugawara and I are fighting right now because he’s an idiot...if you want to learn more come join our spa session tonight.”

“not you trying to get me to wear a face mask again.”

“yes me trying to put a face mask on you again. I don’t understand why you don’t like it. It’s so comforting and good for your skin.”

Tsukishima’s heart is pounding in his chest, he quickly switched the topic, “why are all your PJ’s so ugly?”

You playfully scowled at him, “as if yours are any better looking, mister dinosaur pants. now get out of here, I'm trying to finish brushing my teeth.”

“hey my dino--”, He never got to finish as you slammed the door in his face. He grinned.

Tsukishima should have never gotten his hopes up. He should’ve known better than to think your fight with Suga was serious.

He looked at you and Sana in the bean bags on the floor, both trying to hold in your laughter as to not move the sheets on your face too much.

“and so he said, I don’t understand why you like Bakugo, he’s kind of ugly. So I said, not my kaachan! and so he said, YOUR kaachan? THEN he got jealous and gave me the cold shoulder, so now I'm giving him the cold shoulder for being an idiot”.

Sana laughed out loud, her face mask moving with the vibrations of her laughter, “you guys are seriously so dumb. why do you two always fight over dumb things like this. right, Tsukki?”

Tsukishima nodded in agreement and sighed internally. He wished he could turn back time and never invited you to his volleyball game.

[Game w/ Johzenji]

Tsukki quickly texted (Y/N) and his sister, letting them know where the team was and that they were warming up.

Tsukki felt his face rising in temperature as he spotted you walking towards the rest of the Karasuno boys.

“where’s Sana?” he inquired quietly.

“You know her, she’s buying some snacks for the game. She told me to come first.”

The rest of the team looked on curiously as you talked with Tsukki. They’ve never seen the quiet middle blocker talk to people outside the team, let alone a girl, a pretty girl.

Nishinoya approached the pair first, “So...Tsukki, who’s your friend?”

“my girlfriend” his mind had wanted to say, but the words that blurted from his mouth, “my sister’s best friend”.

“Hi I'm (Y/N)!” you smiled brightly, “how’s Tsukki? I hope he hasn’t been annoying you guys too much. Thanks for taking care of our Kei”.

Tsukishima rubbed his neck, flustered at your words. Before he could respond, the rest of the team had quietly gathered around you. He shouldn’t have been surprised, you’ve always had a weird magnetic force that attracted people to you.

beeeeeeppppp the whistle signaled the beginning of the match.

“good luck boys! I'll be cheering for you guys in the stands!”

The rest of the boys smiled their thanks and began to gather around the coach.

“hey guys, wait a minute, I'll be right back.”

Tsukishima looked at the figure of Suga, chasing after you. A sinking feeling in his stomach as he see the pretty setter lean down to whisper something in your ears and the giggle erupting from your mouth.

“what did you say to her?” Tsukki tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible.

“oh just, if we win this game for her to give me her number” Suga winked at Tsukki, “so lets do our best please!”

Tsukishima suddenly lost motivation for the game.

The next morning the three of you walked to school together, your formation like always. You in the middle, squished between Tsukishima and Sana, since you were the shortest of the bunch.

Tsukki cherished moments like this, slow morning walks to school with you, letting his mind wander what would happen if he just grazed his fingers against yours.

He glanced over at you trying to hide your face against the harsh winter breeze. A sudden strong gust had you scrambling to hide behind him, hands softly grabbing onto his shirt.

“Oi! what are you doing? Let go!” He said, not really meaning it.

“it’s so cold, let me use you as a shield!” the small voice replied.

Tsukki fought the grin threatening to make an appearance. He rolled his eyes at his sister, only to realize she’s hiding behind him now as well.

Tsukki lived for moments like this, but a sudden voice interrupted his daydream.

“(Y/N)! I’M SORRY!”

Tsukishima turned around to see Suga running towards you guys.

Your fingers let go of Tsukki’s shirt and he suddenly felt so empty.

Suga had caught up to you guys and said a quick good morning to Tsukishima and Sana before turning to you.

“babe, I'm sorry I was so immature yesterday. Please don’t be mad”.

Tsukki knew you well enough to see through your pretend anger.

“if you’re really sorry, you’ll give me a kiss right now.”

Suga lit up at your words before leaning in to give you a kiss, “I'll even give you two, to show you how sorry I really am”.

“ewwwww, get out of here you two lovebirds!” Sana squealed, the three of you laughing, Tsukki found himself forcing a laugh as well.

So now the four of you are walking to school together, Tsukki glanced down, annoyed that the figure beside him was Suga and no longer you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #HQ Tsukishima #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #sugawara fluff #hq scenarios #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei

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nameless-shrimp · 3 years

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— silence (chapter three sneak peek).

here's a sneak peek of chapter three of my fic, silence. the reader is a female and she is deaf. it's almost 5 in the morning, i will get to finish this chapter and upload it once i am done with my quiz tomorrow since i really wanna continue writing this, hahaha, anyways here you go. i need to sleep, i would edit this more but i will just wait until i post the official chapter hehehe

He ran into you again.

Satoru was patiently waiting outside the gates of the school, wondering where Geto was so that they could both make their way to meet Yaga for whatever mission that they would be assigned to for the week. He sighed, kicking his feet against small pebbles on the sidewalk. He knew that he couldn’t be late for another meeting with Yaga, though he was very moody for some type of pastry.

Then again, knowing who he was, he wasn’t surprised at his sudden cravings. Not bothering to wait up for Geto, he decided to make his way to the bakery that was a few blocks away from the school.

As he walked down the sidewalk, he glanced around his school. It really did look like a religious school, though the average human would think that, and then Satoru continued to whistle his thoughts away (ranging from wondering where Geto could be to figuring out the kind of pastry he was craving—so was it chocolate croissants or maybe, a pecan pie today?) despite the stares he’d get from people that would walk past him.

It didn’t take him long to reach the bakery, where Satoru opened the door to find that the bakery wasn’t as busy, most likely because it wasn’t a rush hour kind-of-time.

Not that he was complaining, though.

Satoru took out his phone, deciding to scroll through his past images of him and Geto grabbing dinner the other night. (Half of them were blurry, most likely because Geto was trying to take his phone away before the brisket was gonna burn on the grill).

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we don’t have anyone that knows sign language.”

The voice was audible, and it was the usual old lady that ran the bakery that caught his attention. However, he trailed his eyes up, gazing his attention to the lady he recognized before he minded his own business and he opened up some messages from Yaga-sensei, and as per usual, it had to deal with exorcising grade two curses.

Christ, a lot of this was starting to become tiring; at least, it seemed like a lot of people knew that Satoru was the strongest since everyone began to rely on him.

Someone in front of him left their position in line, so Satoru moved up a bit, scrolling through his phone as usual. He bit his bottom lip, wondering if he should’ve brought some lollipops with him so that he could’ve kept his cravings at bay.

“I appreciate you typing out what your order is on the phone.”

He looked up once again after taking a few steps forward, not minding the person in front of him as he was browsing the pastries. It seemed like that the croissants were freshly baked a while ago, as expected from this place—it was the best; donuts sounded like a good option as well too. Sprinkles, icing, or maybe some sort of jelly filled treat. It really made him itch for a sweet, and he felt himself wrinkling his nose at the tasty thought.

“Gojo Satoru!” The old lady perked her voice out loud and Satoru shot a grin, waving at the lady who had her usual pink glasses and a bright smile on her face. It seemed like the person next to Satoru shifted a bit as they were fiddling with their wallet, though it wasn’t Satoru’s business.

“Hey Yuki,” Satoru greeted. “I’m not sure what I’m craving for today.”

“Would you like to try a red bean donut?”

“I’d like something sweeter,” he grinned.

The old woman chuckled, her laugh vibrating a large aura of positive energy—something that Satoru had always admired. “It’s no surprise coming from you. I can even make you a crepe if you want, you know? Chocolate and bananas?”

“Ah,” Satoru held up his phone, checking if Geto had texted him of his whereabouts, but it seemed as if Satoru had no update. He tapped his foot, debating if he should stay for some time to eat.

The person next to Satoru had dropped a couple of dollar bills in the tip jar, earning a welcoming source of gratitude from the lady. However, Satoru’s thoughts were interrupted once the sound of plastic bags had fallen to the floor.

Satoru looked down to see the customer that was next to him bend down to pick up the bags of bagels. He bent down to pick up two bags—it seemed like this person liked cinnamon raisin and plain bagels—and handed them off to them. “Here you go,” Satoru sent off a generous smile.

The person in front of him tensed up and looked up at him, their hood had fallen down to their shoulders.

And—his breath hitched.

i wonder who he saw, lmao!! goodnight from me, friends. ʕ˵·ᴥ·ʔ

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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mytsukkishine · 4 years

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udgdh maybe long request? so damien haas x reader where when ver the smosh gang go out to drink, damien and y/n are the sober ones that'll keep each other company but recently y/n has been drifting away bc she's in love with him. and one day damien gets hella drunk so y/n has to take him to her apt (which is roommates with Courtney) -maybe some drunk damien singing and giving y/n little kisses and he gets super hungover?? as well as angst/soft shiz?? sorry for the long request!! love yur fics!

A/n: whoa okay anon, I enjoyed myself too much in writing this and I hope this will be to your expectation. *wink wonk* u can anon me again if u liked it pls hahaha enjoy! Though I’m sorry because reader and Courtney aren’t roommates here sorrryyy!!!

summary: Drunk you accidentally kissed Damien. Then you avoid him for days until Courtney invited you out for a drink again. Feelings, kisses and drunk singing. What could go wrong?

a/n2: fluff and angstyy. ya’ll like hurting huh? haha

a/n3: hello, i made a Kofi account and I hope you would support me! I needed a little help with my financial shits and I hope my fanfics can be a little help.

buy me coffee please, senpais

words: 2.4k

Also a little mature because of alcohol and kissing? lmao can u all guess the songs? it’s only two (I chose those songs because their voices suit Damien soooo much)

You sighed, empty beer bottle in hand as you looked aroundyou. Everyone was drunk. You saw Keith laying on top of Noah on the couch, bothguys in deep slumber. Courtney, Olivia, and Sarah were nowhere to be found, youjust assumed they had taken control over Shayne’s bed right now.

Oh right, the squad was at Shayne’s apartment. They had alittle drinking session, celebrated Shayne’s graduation. Speaking of Shayne,you saw him already fast asleep on the bean bag, empty drinks on the floor andhis Switch console in hand.

You slowly stood up, your head spinning a little and youstopped for a moment, eyes adjusting to the light that came from the kitchen.

You thought about turning the TV off but you scoffed, notwanting to step on Shayne because you knew your balance right now was not atits best.

As soon as you stepped on the kitchen- “Jesus!” You said alittle too loud, hand on your chest as you saw Damien on the floor, completelyhidden by the counters.

He smiled and waved, his cheeks pink and in his hand was abottle of beer.

You groaned, frowned at him but walked towards him. You tooka sit beside him, sliding down on the floor slowly as you cursed your back forhurting a little.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” You rested your head on his shoulder and took thedrink from his hand and chugged down its contents.

You felt the warmth radiating through Damien and you can’thelp but to get emotional. Was it from the alcohol? Might as well blame it ifgiven the chance.

You have liked Damien since the first time he told you hewatches anime. You were smitten, you were pulled towards his radiance that noone can escape.

Damien was the light that managed to blind you.

And now, seated side by side, with your feelings jumbled up.You can’t help but to want to hug him and maybe confess your feelings so theitching in your heart can stop.

He was a dream. Really. He’s a gentleman, loves anime,gaming, a very nice person, and funny. Ever since he became part of the Smoshfam, many people adored him. And you thought to yourself, you were lucky enoughto be his friend, might as well stay as friends than confessing your feelingsand turning into strangers.

Damien may be kind but you don’t know if he was the type ofperson that would avoid you if you confess.

“Y/N,”

“What?” You didn’t realize that you spaced out for a momentbecause Damien was chuckling as he took the bottle away from you.

Another thing that was stopping you from confessing wasbecause you heard something going on between Damien and his friend outsidework.

Of course, who were you to compete against a long-timefriend? One time you have seen Damien with this girl, she was pretty. Longblack hair and thin waist. They were talking animatedly as they walked towardsthe mall—and that pretty much hurt you.

They look so perfect.

“Hey are you okay?” Damien suddenly, his hands on yourcheeks. You realized you were looking at him with tears pooling in your eyes.You felt our insides churn as Damien wiped your tears away.

Your head was slowly spinning but you kept your focus onhim.

“Dames,” You murmured and Damien’s pink cheeks looked likethey were glowing. Maybe because of the alcohol. Yeah, the alcohol.

“I want a drink,”

Damien chuckled, tapping your forehead in the process. “Silly,you’re drunk.”

“No. I can still drink, hell I can even recite the company’smission and vision.”

“Really? Damien raised his brow as he looked down at you,then that’s when you realized your faces were to close. You were resting yourchin on his shoulder as you looked up at him with wide eyes, your noses almosttouching.

You were used to this. The closure. You were known for beingthe clingy, cuddly friend. You always hug your friends or cuddle with them.Whether it was Keith or Courtney, Shayne or Wes. Of course, Damien received themost cuddles from you.

“Damien,”

Your eyes were getting blurry, the spinning in your headintensified as you glanced down at Damien’s lips.

Blame the alcohol.

Your lips landed on his and it was so soft and—his lips werestill, you pulled back only to land a peck on his lips again.

You felt his hand on your cheeks and you wanted to kiss himagain but your eyes failed you as you closed them and drifted to sleep.

You groaned, the sunglasses you wore were not doing its jobbecause the sun was still blaring down on you, shaming you from what you havedone last night. After you woke up by 5AM, you found yourself on the couch,Noah and Keith on the floor sleeping soundly and no Damien to be found. Thenyou remembered what you have done and you immediately went home to find thenearest Starbucks.

You threw your empty cup in the trash nearby and sighed.

You have kissed Damien. Your friend.

Now he knew how you felt.

You felt a bile building up your throat but ignored it, theitching in your heart was worse. Maybe this was it, you thought, you hadpracticed what it would be like if you ended your friendship with Damien andthe time has come where your practice won’t go to waste.

Even though you were sobered up, your head still hurts. Andyou’re freaking nervous. It was a Sunday today, and tomorrow you will have togo to work and face Damien.

“Ugh!” You cursed up at the sun, wishing the ground belowwould just swallow you up.

The whole afternoon you managed to stay in your cubicle.With some short trips to the bathroom and pantry, you achieved to avoid anySmosh Squad.

It was going all too well when—

“Y/N!”

You squeaked as you looked up from your computer, only tosee Olivia, Courtney and of course Damien. You immediately avoided eye-contactto Damien.

“You startled me, Olivia,”

“Sorry! Just wanted to make sure how you were,”

“Sobered up.” You answered truthfully, eyes now back to thecomputer. You were glad you were wearing your hoodie over so they weren’t ableto see your blushing cheeks.

“You left before we all woke up,” Olivia whined followed byCourtney. “I’m sorry, I was in a hurry,”

“For what?” You just grinned at them. You all chatted for awhile, Damien remained quiet at the side before Courtney said goodbye andwalked away together with Olivia.

Now it was you and Damien.

You sink in your chair as you looked up at Damien.

“Can we talk—”

“I—”

“Y/N, can you come to my office for a while?” One of theproducers asked you, looking up at the file he was holding and gave a smallgreeting to Damien.

“Ah sure…” You gave Damien an apologetic look then left.

Not yet. You can’t handle the rejection yet.

It has been three days since you have hanged out with thesquad, and it has been three days since you have seen Damien. The first day wasyou plainly avoiding him and now it seemed that fate was on your side becauseyou haven’t really seen him.

It was a Friday, and the office was buzzing out of peoplewhen Courtney stopped you from leaving your cubicle.

“Hey pretty lady, care to have a night out with us?” She wasgrinning slyly and you rolled your eyes. “What’s in it for me?” You playedalong and Courtney wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “A very good time,”Both of you laughed out loud but you agreed anyway.

Even though you were cautious around Damien, it doesn’t meanyou would stop hanging out with the squad. They are also a friend of yours andyou kind of miss them.

When Courtney said that Olivia and the rest were already atIan’s place, you immediately raised your brow. “We’re not going to a bar?”

“Silly Y/N. Ian has offered free drinks!” She exclaimedexcitedly and you just shook your head, heading to the parking lot and in toCourtney’s car.

Three drinks in and the rest of the squad were singing alongthe karaoke Ian has set up in his living room. It was a mess, Shayne wassinging loudly with Olivia and Keith—he was using his CFM voice, Ian was alreadyhalf-drunk and Damien—Damien was on the loveseat, just drinking.

You sighed. When you and Courtney had arrived, you didn’tgreet each other and it honestly killed you. Courtney seemed to have noticedthe atmosphere and asked you what’s up, but being the introvert you were, youjust reasoned out that you were kind of tired.

It was this again. Alcohol.

You guessed since alcohol was involved right now, it wasthe right time for you and Damien to have that talk.

However, being the stubborn you, it was now past midnightand the squad was asleep, all through the night you didn’t get the chance totalk to him.

Courtney and Shayne were on separate bean bags, bothasleep next to each other, the TV still on. Ian was nowhere to be found, youguessed he was in his room. Keith was on the couch, drooling.

It was like déjà vu. Except you weren’t that drunk. You onlyhad three drinks and stopped as soon as you saw Damien drinking alone. Speakingof Damien, you looked at the seat where he was previously in and saw it wasempty.

You sighed.

Maybe he left.

You decided to maybe grab some water from Ian’s kitchen, andthen maybe sleep on the guestroom Ian mentioned to you earlier that that wasvacant.

You slowly stood up and stretch. You sluggishly walkedtowards the kitchen and gasped a little as you saw Damien hunched over thesink.

“Goddamnit Dames, you scared me,” He didn’t answer but youcan see that the tip of his ears was red. You walked up to him and tapped hisshoulders lightly, “Damien?”

“Hm?” He was obviously drunk because when he looked at you,he was sporting a wide smile, cheeks red and eyes squinted together. “Oh hey,Y/N,” He waved but lost his balance. You quickly took hold of his arm andpulled him towards you.

“Dames, how much did ya drink huh?” You got no reply asDamien draped his arm around your shoulder, “We should—sing!” He hiccupped andyou can smell the alcohol off of him. You decided that since you have been abad friend to Damien these past few days, you’ll settle him down on Ian’s spareroom.

“Come on big boy, let’s get you to bed,” You looked at thesink and saw it was clean, meaning Damien didn’t throw up. His hair was wet somaybe he washed his face.

“Whaaat? But we’re singing,” You just shook your head andguided him, thankful that he wasn’t putting all his weight on you. When youreached the spare room, you gently laid him to sit down but he fell on his backcausing you to lose your own balance, and you found yourself in Damien’s arms.

“Y/N,” He called out softly, his eyes closed and youremained still.

“Called her for thefirst time yesterday~” Damien started, even though he’s drunk, he was stillsinging beautifully. “Finally found themissing…. Part of me,” he stopped in the middle but he continued, he hashis other hand in the air, swinging with the song he was singing.

“Felt so close but youwere far away~ Left me without anything to say~~”

With hands on his chest, you pushed yourself up gently untilhis other hand stopped you.

“Y/N,” He called softly.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Okay, the million-dollar question you weren’t expectingright now.

You were about to answer when Damien released a chuckle.

He released a sighed as he now sang another song, “To be drunk~” Damien started, eyesclosed but he pressed his forehead against yours. “And in love in New York City~” He sang, missing some notes butyou knew that song very well.

“Mmm into morningcoffee,” He murmured but still in tune, “Burning mmhm the hours talking,” he stopped and he opened his eyes.

You both stared at each other.

“Damn…” Hewhispered before leaning in and capturing your lips in a sweet, short kiss.

You instantly closed your eyes and savored the kiss.Damien’s lips were as soft as what you remembered and you want to cry.

Damien’s drunk and you shouldn’t—Damien pulled back, a shysmile etched on his lips as he continued to stare at you.

“Please don’t avoid me… I like you,” Your heart fluttered fora moment, fat tears pouring down your eyes as Damien pulled you in closer for ahug.

You stayed there, both of your feet still on the edge of thebed and you were sure it would hurt in the morning but you don’t care.

Damien likes you. And was hurting because of you.

Boy, you two have a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.

You heard a groan beside you and you squinted your eyes, themorning light through the window greeted you so harshly that caused you to buryyour face in a strong, warm chest.

“Y/N…” A surprised voice of Damien welcomed you, and youremembered that both of you fell asleep hugging each other. “Hey,” Yougreeted with a smile and Damien was confused. Confused because he woke up withyou in his arms.

“H-how? I’m s-sorry,” He stuttered but you just hugged him.

“No, it’s okay. I-…” You started, Damien visibly relaxing inyour hug.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Damien. After that kiss… I… Iwas a coward,”

“No, Y/N,”

“And I like you…”

Silence. You buried your face on his chest and you heard himsigh.

“If only we talked sooner, we would’ve been kissing,” Damiencommented and you laughed, hitting his stomach softly.

Silence covered the both of you before Damien cleared histhroat, “I… I remember singing last night,” You laughed out loud, hugging himtighter. “Yeah, drunk singing. It was adorable,”

Damien grinned, “Would you allow me to sing to you in thefuture?” You felt your cheeks heating up and you just nodded. You felt Damien’slips on your head.

Now, this wasn’t what you practiced for but you ain’tcomplaining.

#damien haas #damien haas x reader #smosh damien #damien haas imagine #damien #damien haas imagines #smosh fam #smosh #smosh games #smosh shayne #smosh courtney #smosh fandom #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 5 years

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little things in the lightning thief musical I’m still Not Over

- when Percy made his ‘that seems kinda nuts’ joke, both him and Annabeth started giggling with each other until Grover was able to Glare Them Into Silence

- the way Sally said ‘that’s your Dad’ kill me kjsdfs

- the fact that the Vienna Boys Choir consisted of two small paper bag puppets with like googly eyes...absolutely amazing. peak innovation

- when Chiron got out of the wheelchair and they staged it like a magical girl transformation but then he was literally just walking around on two legs and wearing a clip on tail

- after Katie complains to Dionysus that she doesn’t want to use anything made of wood he starts sharpening a pencil and holds it right up in her face dfkdfkdkf

- when Grover’s trying to apologize for what happened with the minotaur but Percy literally just runs into his arms and is like ‘I am SO glad your okay!!!’....thenk u mather for my life

- Poseidon’s voice being....Like That(tm)

- Hades being a Sparkly Southern Gay(tm)

- ‘and he started growing sunflowers- everywhere!’ *aggressively motions around crotch*

- the way Gabe insisted on pronouncing ‘bean dip’

- ‘dude, are you...ever gonna wear pants again?’ ‘hahaha probably not!’

- when Percy was trying to look cool and slung riptide onto his shoulder before promptly screaming ‘OW!’ bc he forgot swords are Sharp

- Percy had some line at Hades like ‘no way in hell-’ and then remembered he was in the Underworld and went ‘oh wait’

- in the opening scene every time Chiron says ‘kronos’ Mrs. Dodds like screams it back with an echo effect and green lights spot her and it was SO fucking funny

- not actually a little thing but like. Lighting Designer for this show. accept my hand in marriage

- ‘Luke, Hermes kids are fast, so-’ ‘ACTUALLY THAT’S A STEREOTYPE’

- ‘You’re my dream girl!!!’

- im blanking on the rest now bc it’s late but anyway. WHEN will they get their Tony

#percy jackson #the lightning thief #musicals #tlt musical #tlt #molly mumbles

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tardigradetheking · 4 years

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guardian swap au part 2

As Rose by any other name still wants breakfast

Rose woke up at 2 PM. The house was quiet. her stomach growled like an angry beast, clawing at the cavernous pit that was her stomach. Rose walked into the living room confidentially, her foot slammed down on a trip wire, she dives into the living room as three smuppets impact the wall where her head used to be. she rolls into a crouch, not the crouch of someone scared but a predatory crouch, she is ready to strike, eyes scanning the living room. Rose gives lil cal a polite nod. She spots her target, Bros wallet, lying on computer keyboard. The screen saver says “lets play a game” in bloody lettering. There is a rock on top of the wallet. Rose sees the trap, once the keys are normal state the computer will trigger another trap.

“what will it be this time dear brother” she thinks “a smuppet avalanche? Perhaps a simple air horn? Or maybe this is a misdirect and Cal will jump me as soon as I turn my back? But no dear bro Cal is not yours to use this day he is mine” she grabs lil cal intending to use him as a puppet shield to trigger the trap. However, Bro had other plans. In roses hast to get her price she failed to notice the resistance from cal until the string goes taut. A rubber squeaky mallet swings down from the crawl space nocking Rose flat, another ceiling tile comes lose. As rose is buried in smuppets.

Rose pulls her daggers out of her strife specibus and in a flash the fowl puppets are eviscerated. She stomps up to bros wallet and takes 50 dollars out. She hesitates and takes another 20, for her troubles. she puts on her shoes checks that her bus pass is still in her Laptop bag. “the things a 10-year-old can get with a forged signature” she muses. Rose grabs her shades at the door, the same kind of shades that Morpheus wore during the Matrix.

As Rose Strider began her walk to the bus stop a flock of crows coalesced, circling above her. One of her Crows lands on her shoulder, stark white compared to the others jet black. “Hello Minnie, do you want breakfast?” “aak aak”

One bus ride later she enters her destination, Chipotle. Rose was a regular, so they hardly batted an eye. “hey crow girl what will you have” one worker called. “my usual” she responded. When her food was done, she went outside. In one hand her meal, in the other a mix of chips and refried beans. She opens the container, lays it on the ground with a flourish and calls “breakfast” crows swarm. As the Raven Girl eats, she offers a small bit of meat to Minnie.

Another bus ride later she arrives at the mall. The Crows settle in for a long wait.

Rose walked her well beaten path through the mall, she nodded to the security guard Earl and paused in front of a shop, there was a dress in its window. She stares and after a moment scoffs. Soon Rose reaches her destination, a bench. Pulling out her laptop Rose begins her day, first she starts on an assignment for her concurrence classes. Next she edits the newest chapter of her novel, complacency of the learned. Deeming it fit for public consumption she uploads it to her website. The Crow girl hears laughter looking down at the fountain below she sees a group of friends. Rose pulls up Pesterchum

TenticlesandTripwires [TT] began pestering MadscienceGodhead [MG]

TT: Hello, David. how goes your artistic endeavors? I have just published the newest chapter of my E-novel.

MG: oh sick ill have to check it out I just published the newest installment of Jeffery and the bro

TT: Oh? I will have to look.

TT: you're still on the DMV arch? David, I'm disappointed.

MG: you just dont get it the dmv is supposed to be a hell scape of lines and waits got to teach people how to deal with that shit

TTI highly doubt that you need a whole 6 months to explore the topic, or are you just out of material?

MG: no comment although i have plenty of ideas for sweat bro and hella jeff iv just been pumping them out lately like a creativity geysier my minds getting all ol faithful up in here

TT: My brother will be overjoyed to hear that. He finds your work entertaining.

MG: shit that means a lot from the master of irony oh hey rose guess what my mom finally oked the sword lessons

TT: indeed? congratulations David in a couple of decades you might very well be at my level.

MG: hahaha fuck you rose i have to go now im in the middle of mad science shit its time sensitive

TT: Oh, David, you can't just leave me at that. Do tell.

MG: cloning a sabertooth tiger

MadscienceGodhead [MG] ceased pestering TenticlesandTripwires [TT]

TenticlesandTripwires [TT] began pestering GardenGnostic [GG]

TT: Hello Jade. How are you?

GG: good!!! How are you?

TT: I am fine. How was school today?

GG: not good D: dad picked me up early and everyone is saying i keep on falling asleep in class! But I don’t remember at all!!

GG: now dads talking about homeschool >:B

TT: Oh, a dreadful occurrence. I cannot help you stay in school, however, if you need assistance adapting don't hesitate to ask David and I.

GG: thanks rose :B your so nice

TT: What are friends for?

TT: Jade?

TT: I see, sleep well my friend.

TenticlesandTripwires [TT] ceased pestering GardenGnostic [GG]

#gurdian swap au #part 2 #homestuck #guardian swap au

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yuzusorbet · 5 years

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Fantasy On Ice, Sendai, May 31 (Fri) to June 2 (Sun) 2019 ~my account~

[wrote it for myself, to remember all the little details]

When I heard that Sendai was one of the places for Fantasy On Ice 2019, I immediately knew I had to get tickets. I made my first trip to Sendai in April 2018 for Yuzuru Hanyu’s Olympic victory parade and I fell in love with Yuzu’s hometown. FaOI Sendai would be the perfect occasion to visit again! I quickly asked some friends for help and, miraculously, they managed to get tickets for all 3 shows from the official ticket draws. I’m eternally grateful! At that time, Yuzu’s participation was not yet announced but we knew he would be there. Even if he couldn’t do jumps yet, he would definitely make an appearance in his hometown. Weeks later, it was announced that he would be in the shows in all 4 locations. Fans were delirious with joy! Besides the thought of seeing him, it also meant he was recovering well!

This would be my 4th Yuzu-ice show. 2015 I went to FaOI Kobe; 2017 Niigata; 2018 Shizuoka. So glad Sendai is an FaOI location this year; it’s the first time!

I flew into Tokyo Haneda Airport and took the shinkansen to Sendai. My hotel is very near the main station. The show venue is Sekisui Heim Super Arena, in a small town called Rifu, north of Sendai, in Miyagi Prefecture. It is not easily accessible, so there were special shuttle buses to take us there from Sendai Station. We had to buy the bus tickets from a vending machine in 7-11 in advance. Cost for a 2-way ticket was 2500 yen, half-price for one-way.

Day 1, Friday (show time: 5pm)

At about 3pm, I followed signs that pointed to ‘FaOI shuttle bus’, which basically meant following the crowd. (The long queue was to the right of this photo.)

Boarding the bus in an orderly manner. Each bus moved off once it was full.

On the bus, I looked around me and wanted to laugh.... everyone’s phone screen or wallpaper was Yuzu’s face! hahaha...... it was surreal. xD

It was a long bus ride, about 45 minutes. We finally reached and I saw many stalls selling food outside the arena. But the sky was grey and rainy, and suddenly the drizzle became very heavy rain. I quickly lined up to go into the arena. Thank goodness I had my waterproof parka. Much better than an umbrella!

When I got to my seat, I had a nice surprise. The people sitting next to me were Taiwanese fans that I had met during Yuzu’s parade last year! So happy to see them again!

Besides the great company, my seat position was really good too. Right in the centre of one long side (East) and not far from the rink for an ‘A’ seat! (First row is Premium, then Arena, SS, S, A, B.)

While waiting for the show to start, we chatted and exchanged gifts. One of them gave me a little drawstring bag with a single feather embroidered on it. A simple design that is so beautiful, especially for us Yuzu-fans. I was so touched. I only had snacks from my country to offer. :P

Then the show started. When Yuzu came out for the opening, we all screamed!!!! He danced with so much energy and happiness pouring out of him and his jump was awesome! It was a 4T with a high kick, and then, as he danced in front of the whole group of skaters, he did a “I can’t hear you, c'mon” kind of gesture to the audience. (You can see it HERE.) OMG he was so cool!!! I don’t know how the people sitting on the short side, right in front of him, survived.

2nd part of the opening: Yuzu skated in with Jeff, Javi and Luca, and they were joined by 4 ladies. His pair dance with ice dancer Anna Cappellini was so cute! And he was so smooth and confident!

Individual performances: so many wonderful performances…. I will mention some of them at the end.

When singer ToshI came onto the stage, he said, “Sendai is figure skating and we have 2 Olympic gold medalists here… Arakawa Shizuka (loud cheers) and Hanyu Yuzuru!!!!!!” (loud screams) Then he did the Yuzu-call......

ToshI: YUZU!! (points mike to audience) Audience: YUZU!!! ToshI: YUZU!! Audience: YUZU!!! ToshI: YUZU!! Audience: YUZU!!! ToshI: But he’s not coming out yet. (hahaha…..) (Next was Stephane Lambiel.)

Yuzu’s performance was last, as usual. 'Masquerade’ was so passionate and intense that my heart was thumping like crazy and I had to scream at many parts (and I heard others’ screaming as well). The music plus ToshI’s singing was very loud and drowned out our screams, thank goodness. When Yuzu threw down his glove at the end, we all jumped to our feet and screamed and clapped. MASQUERADE WAS ELECTRIFYING!!! Video here.

Finale: Yuzu came out in the finale costume (black and white with frilly sleeves). So handsome! After the group number, he disappeared backstage while the others did their jump or spin battles. He appeared again wearing the FaOI tee, wiping his face with a towel and sipping from a water bottle. Then he went to stand next to Plushenko. He tried the quad lutz, popped first time, then 2nd time he stepped out a bit. When all the skaters started to go back in, one by one in a line, he did the 'high ten’ with each of them, some hugged him, he twirled Anna, and then Luca twirled him! haha…. that was so cute! Then as always, he stepped out of the rink, and from the side of the stage, he shouted “arigato gozaimashita!!!” He bowed, walked backwards while waving, and before he disappeared through the curtains, he blew us a kiss!! I think I died……

The show ended at about 8.30pm. Rainy, dark, and took forever to get onto one of the shuttle buses that took us back to Sendai Station. But head is totally filled with Yuzu and Masquerade, and heart is totally happy. :)

Day 2, Saturday (show time: 2pm)

On Day 2, I did not take the shuttle bus. My friend Ella came to watch the Saturday and Sunday shows. Her Japanese friend rented a car and drove us there. (5 of us in the car made the shared cost much cheaper than the shuttle bus ticket.)

It was a sunny day and I was very excited about the food (which I did not try on Day One due to rain). From afar, I saw the tentage.....

When I got there, the whole place was like a carnival! As I wandered around, someone suddenly tapped my arm. It was my fan-friend K-chan! How amazing that she spotted me among the crowds! The last time we met was one year ago at FaOI Shizuoka! So happy to see her, even if it’s only for a minute. xD

The stalls were awesome. I have never seen food at previous ice shows! The food sold here were specialties of Sendai and the regions nearby, and there were long queues at every stall. There was nama biru (draft beer), miso ramen, yakisoba, gyu-tan (grilled beef tongue), croquette with bits of gyu-tan inside, skewers of Yonezawa beef (famous beef from Yamagata), and zunda soft serve ice-cream (zunda = sweet edamame bean paste).

Above: my Zunda ice-cream.... so yummy.

Above: Gyutan. Below: Croquette and Yonezawa beef.

I wish I could eat everything! But I only had time to try these 4 things over Sat and Sunday. They tasted SO GOOD. (Thanks to Ella for her recommendations!) There were many benches near the stalls and people were sitting there enjoying the food under the blazing sun.

It felt like a festival to celebrate Yuzu being there. :)) Besides the official merchandise, there were also booths selling Sendai snacks in beautiful FaOI packaging and music boxes of Ballade No.1 and SEIMEI. There was even a photo booth with staff helping fans to take photos! xD

And when you got into the ice arena, every seat had a plastic bag with some promotional material and a pack of FaOI Sendai wet wipes! haha….. so you could wipe your sticky hands and mouth if you brought food in to eat!

Sendai, you really are the best! :D (So, I have 3 of these wet wipes from the 3 days but I can’t even bear to open one of them to use!)

For Day 2, I was on the other long side (West) and a bit off-centre nearer the short side. So I had a totally different angle of the show and my row was nearer the rink than yesterday -- fantastic! The person next to me was also Ella’s friend and she offered me some lovely sweets. Yuzu-fans are really sweet! :)

Opening: Yuzu fell on his opening 4T, so when he came out again with the other 3 guys (Jeff, Luca and Javi), he did a beautiful 4T before doing the usual steps with the others. Hahaha, I was laughing inside, that is so HIM!

In the middle of show: ToshI’s YUZU-call this time was even longer than Day 1! Felt like we were at a rock concert! He made each side of the rink call out “Yuzu!” 3 times, like a battle to see which side was louder. So it was one long side first, then the short side (in the video below, you can hear it’s a bit softer cos short side has less people), then the other long side. Toshl says in his blog that this is the “やりすぎ編😅 ”, meaning the “too much (or overdone) version”. Haha…. I like Toshl. (Didn’t know him before this.) We were all so high shouting “YUZU!!!” with all our lung power! xD Video of Day 2 Yuzu-call (ToshI’s blog)

Something comical: During the flying acrobatic skaters’ performance, I could see 4 or 5 men at one corner outside the rink pulling the rope to raise the skaters into the air. They were running to and fro holding the rope and they were so funny! End of performance, when the 2 skaters bowed, the men also bowed in their corner and waved as they marched off in a line! Haha........ (this could only be seen from seats on the West side.)

Intermission: In previous FaOI’s, during intermission, 2 of the skaters (but never Yuzu) came out in zambonis and shot little presents to the audience, like signed FaOI tees. So I waited a while but there was nothing happening... (same for all 3 days). So I went for a walk to stretch my legs. Went to put my fan letter into the gift box for Yuzu. It’s just a simple postcard from my country. :)

Last performance: Yuzu’s ‘Crystal Memories’ –- so beautiful I think I forgot to breathe. The Y-spiral was near my side of the rink. His right leg raised up high was slowly lowered in a beautiful line with his body and it was just so heavenly to watch from where I was. So many other exquisite moments...... words won’t do justice. Watching live, costumes always sparkle and glitter 100 times more than what we see on screen. Yuzu was so sparkly he looked like an angel of light, sent from heaven to bring beauty and love to our world. Video of 'Crystal Memories’

Finale: As the skaters skated around the rink waving, Yuzu skated slowly, looking up at the audience. I think he was trying to see as many fan-banners as he could. Like yesterday, he went backstage to change out of the finale costume and wore the FaOI tee to do the quad challenge. The 4Lutz today was a step-out/hand-down. The staff were putting some chairs onto the ice near the stage. When Yuzu realised it’s group photo time, he dashed backstage and came out very quickly in the black-and-white finale costume again, and he was grinning away. Haha, it was a really quick change! I wonder who the lucky person was, helping him backstage. xD

At the very end: He shouted 'arigato-gozaimashita!’ and we shouted back 'arigato-gozaimashita!’ Then, just before he disappeared into the curtains, he did the phantom 'take-off-the-mask’ gesture. And we SCREEEEEEEEAMED!!! xD

I floated on cloud nine to the car park..... Soon we were on our way back to Sendai Station area. In the car journeys to and fro, the music was excellent, thanks to a friend who has a Yuzu-playlist in her phone which she connected to the car stereo. All the music that he has skated to, from novice til now.... SP, FP, exhibitions..... ahhhh what great music..... it was really the GREATEST selection!

As we reached Sendai Station area, a funny thing happened. Our friend drove onto the wrong road and we found ourselves on a highway going off to a different area! She frantically looked for an exit but there were none. We just had to keep going on this highway, further and further away from Sendai Station! Then I saw a sign saying we’re heading for「泉中央」...... hey, isn’t that the area of Ice Rink Sendai? We’re heading for Yuzu’s home? Our friend kept apologising for going the wrong way but we told her IT’S OKAY!!!! We’re going to Yuzu’s home!!! Hahaha..... the wrong road suddenly felt so right! xD

The sun was setting..... We became quiet.... gazing at the golden colours of Yuzu’s hometown while his music serenaded our senses.

(Glad these photos I took with my iphone in a moving car turned out well.) After driving for some time, our friend found the way back towards Sendai Station. We were late in joining a group of fans for dinner but what a nice little detour we had! Very grateful to our Japanese friend who did all the hard work while we just soaked in the sights and sounds!

Day 3, Sunday (show time: 1pm)

For Day 3, I bought a one-way shuttle bus ticket as I would return by rental car. Like Day 2, I lined up for food before the show. The lines were very long and there were staff holding signs that said “end of line (food name)” for each stall so that people would know exactly where to queue. Moving slowly in line, I used the time to admire the Yuzu-world around me. Almost everyone was wearing or carrying things that showed their love, like Ciontu tees, Pooh keychains and Irene bags. I myself was wearing the Phiten mirror ball necklace. Some things were so beautiful and unique and I took photos. (edit: separate post made on this; link is below.)

After eating, I walked around and spotted Yuzu’s signature near the arena office! It was from year 2010! At that time, the wing in his signature was very distinct. So cute. :)

Close to 1pm, I went into the arena to look for my seat. I had an ’S’ ticket and I was excited about being much nearer the rink than the previous 2 days with 'A’ tickets. But when I got to my seat, I saw that I was only just in front of my row yesterday! Realised that my 'A’ seat yesterday was the FIRST row of all the 'A’ seats and my S seat today was the LAST row of all the S seats. Hahaha…….. I was a bit disappointed but then I was really lucky for the A seats! (Seat order: Premium, Arena, SS, S, A, B)

The good thing is, I was on the West side again and nearer the stage this time. I would be able to see Yuzu going in and out very clearly! And I had my concert binoculars! I bought it just the night before, from a budget shop near my hotel. Sometimes the shows provide rental of binoculars but this one didn’t. I usually use it for the finale, when the skaters are just having fun, so I can see Yuzu’s cute expressions. :)

I was also extra happy as I would be sitting next to Ella who came into the arena soon after me. 2 Japanese fans behind us heard us talking and knew we were not Japanese. They showed us a huge folder with many Yuzu clear files and pamphlets, and asked us if we already have them. We said no and they took out some to give to us! Omg..... what super nice fans!! They said they would be going for Kobe FaOI and Toyama FaOI as well! They were at Worlds in Saitama too! (Wow, I wish I could say the same!) How lucky we were to sit in front of them!

Opening: Wonderful like the other days and Yuzu did a beautiful 4T. After the group performance, as he walked towards the backstage curtains, he took off his outer mesh top and swung it around, just before he disappeared thru the curtains. Haha.... how cute can he be…… xD

Middle of show: ToshI said he talked too much yesterday so today he would say less. The audience protested a bit with an “Ehhhhhh??” But there was no Yuzu-call today. :(

During Masquerade, Yuzu fell on both his jumps. For us fans, it did not matter at all, but we knew he would feel terrible about it. I wondered if the temperature was affecting him as the venue was very warm. Day 1 was OK but it was warmer on Day 2, and on Day 3 I was actually sweating a bit in the middle of the show. And I wasn’t the only one feeling it cos I saw people fanning themselves. Literally a very hot FaOI.

Finale: After the group number, Yuzu disappeared backstage to change into the FaOI tee while the others did jump/spin battles. Came out with towel and water bottle. Wiped sweat, drank water. Then he did some stretching, and sat on steps at the side of the stage and massaged his legs for quite a long time. (So glad I was seated that side and I saw him so clearly.) I guessed he was getting ready for the quad lutz ….. because he fell on both his jumps during Masquerade, he really wanted to do a good jump for us. He tried 3 times - popped twice and fell on the last one. And decided it was enough. Thank God! I was getting worried because he had only just recovered. My heart was in pain watching him try so hard. Yuzu, we know you always want to give your best. But please take good care of yourself! (One week later, he did a beautiful 4Lz in Kobe Day 3! YES!!!!!!!!)

At the end, instead of the usual deep bow towards all the skaters and artists, he knelt down and bowed with his head on the ice.... orz. He looked so cute and funny doing that and we all laughed, but our hearts were aching cos we knew he was feeling truly apologetic and extremely ‘kuyashii’....

For the final skating around the rink to wave to the audience, he went to Plushenko and pushed him to the start of the line, then Plush and Yuzu 'circled around each other’ trying to make each other first in line, haha….. it was so sweet. Video (from Plushenko’s IG)

At the very end, at the side of the stage, he took the mike and said a few words. I cannot remember what he said except for this: - Actually this is not Sendai…. (it’s actually Rifu, just outside Sendai) - He wishes FaOI will come here again. (what else did he say…….. sigh, my head must have been too overwhelmed by this time.)

After shouting arigato-gozaimashita (without the mike), he walked backwards towards the curtained doorway, and just before he disappeared, he bowed deeply and said 'arigato-gozaimashita’ again (with the mike). My heart deeply and sincerely also says, “Yuzu, arigato-gozaimashita!” Thank you for everything you do!

At past FaOI’s, I always bought one tee and one towel. (I think they only had one design each.) This year, they had 2 designs each and it was so hard to choose and Yuzu wore both tees and I love both colours of the towel..... so I bought everything (goodbye my money). And the FaOI book of course; the cover and photos inside are so beautiful.

I felt this was the best FaOI I’ve ever attended. I will mention briefly some performances that I love a lot.

~Shizuka Arakawa: so beautiful and elegant; love her skating, esp her spiral and layback ina bauer. Love her costumes too. One was white and sparkly, the other had a Japanese style. Both performances were excellent. ~Nobunari Oda: Music from the movie 'Ghost' - his skating was so sad, I almost had tears. Then 'Mission Impossible' was so funny!!! Really love Nobu-kun! ~Stephane Lambiel: Love both numbers, especially the one with ToshI singing the sad and beautiful Japanese song 'I Love You'. ~’Akai Sweet Pea', sung by ToshI, skating by Johnny Weir. I love this song! Originally sung by Seiko Matsuda. ~'Monochrome' by Anna Cappellini and Luca Lanotte: So amazing!!! Everything looked like a black-and-white movie! The colour on their skin must have taken a lot of time and effort. Their performance was superb! ~Rika Kihira: So energetic and strong! Love the choreo. ~Satoko Miyahara: skated her new SP on Day 1 and her new FP on Day 2 and 3. I like both a lot! ~Javier Fernandez: the flamenco performance was so fun!

Plus all the other performances, I enjoyed them all! Thank you to all skaters and artists and staff!

On Sunday, once the show ended, Ella rushed out of the arena with her huge bag. There was a taxi waiting to take her to Sendai Airport to catch her flight home. I was a bit worried she would miss her flight but she made it, phew! And she saw some skaters at the airport! Jeff, Scott, Rika and Satoko! Wow, they are fast! :D

A big thank you to Ella and all the Yuzu-fans I met. I received so much love and so many gifts..... really grateful to all you wonderful people!

The little pouch with a feather was perfect for my new binoculars. Will be bringing them along for future events. :)

So many beautiful things and memories added to my treasure chest..... Dear Yuzu-kun and Yuzu-fans, til we meet again, take care and God bless!

(Next, I will write about the other places in Sendai that I visited on this trip.)

*All photos are taken by me. (some faces are blurred for people’s privacy.) *If my memory is not so accurate for some details of the show, my apologies. :)

Added later:

Part 2: Yuzu-world

Part 3: home rink and Olympic monuments

Part 4: Nanakita Park and schools

Part 5: An unexpected journey

Part 6: yuzu and zunda

Part 7: other Yuzu sightings

#fantasy on ice #FaOI Sendai #Yuzuru Hanyu #this is so late cos I was so busy #glad i finally finished it #faoi 2019

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aboysbestfriendishismum · 4 years

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Chapter 55 - Wine, puzzles and spoonmen (Part One)

In the previous chapter: Eddie and Angie woke up at her apartment. It's the third time in a row they sleep together but, although Eddie is constantly teasing her, they haven't had sex yet. Angie starts to get worried about this too and believes something's wrong. Eddie, Stone and Mike go to Roxy's on that same morning, right during Angie's shift at the diner. Eddie cheekily jokes, teases her, sends her subliminal love messages through juke box songs, then follows her in the back and kisses her; she thinks he's doing it on purpose so that their friends will find out about their relationship. The two of them have a brief argument but they soon make it up. Meg tells Angie about her new project: becoming a tattoo artist. She also understands Angie's worried about something and has her friend spill the beans. Angie confesses she has doubts about Eddie's physical attraction towards her. Meg tries to talk some sense into her and suggests her to set up a romantic night for Eddie and her at their apartment.

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“Ian, can you come here a sec?” I call my coworker as I look through the sketchbook my roommate has just slipped on the counter top together with her purchases.

“What's up?” I hear him answer from afar.

“I need your help”

“Can't you do it by yourself? That guy who dropped the jarred Bolognese sauce made a mess!”

“Umph if that's Bolognese sauce, then I'm Julia Roberts!” I comment right when Hannigan comes back from the storage room, probably because of the commotion he heard.

“ANGIE?” he gives me a nasty look and I'd want to sink into the ground.

“Err I meant that it's a sauce produced in our beloved America! Healthy American food, tasty and nutritious... which gets inspiration from an Italian recipe to... to...” I try and make up for that as I address my audience, that is basically Meg, looking at me as if she could burst into laughing any minute, my boss and two perplexed customers, a young man and a fifty-something woman.

“To give a new interpretation of it?” the guy suggests from the snacks department.

“EXACTLY! A new interpretation. Different from the original”

“But as valid as the original” the boss adds.

“Very valid!” I say through my teeth.

“She's half Italian.” Meg explains to the customers “She'll be fucking fussing about everything but the sauce is good” the guy snickers and the lady shakes her head and walks towards the frozen foods.

“I'd have liked for you not to use the F word but you perfectly summed up my thinking” Hannigan's face relaxes and maybe I still have a job.

“Anyway it's all Ian's fault” I point out as soon as I see my colleague show up behind the back of the boss.

“What did I do?”

“I called you and you didn't came”

“Well, now I'm here, what's wrong?”

“Now Hannigan's here, I don't need you anymore”

“Can you please explain what the fuck's happening? I didn't understand a fucking thing!” the boss blurts out in the middle of our quarrel.

“I thought you couldn't say the F word here” Meg chimes in raising her hand as if she was at school.

“Not to custumers, but to employees... yes”

“Meg needs to buy some wine” I point at my roommate and the bottle she's placed on the counter.

“So what? Your shift ends at 13:00, you still have 10 minutes” Ian gives me a glazed look and right now I'd stick my thumbs into his eyes.

“It's not for the timing, it's that I can't sell alcohol...”

“Oh right! Well, you'll take care of that, right?” he asks to our boss.

“Yeah, sure Ian! I'll take care of that, I'm already here! By the way why should I have my paid personnel work when I can do everything by myself, right?”

“Uhm... ok, I'll go and put some more sawdust on that stain” Ian walks away and Meg can't resist this time and explodes laughing.

“Haha he's so dumb! Anyway isn't it funny that you cannot sell me wine, considering you're the one who'll drink it?” my friend remarks while Hannigan's ringing her items: red wine bottle, sliced bread, salmon, cheese, butter, various snacks.

“You're kind of dumb too, you know” I hide my face behind my palms.

“You could avoid telling me, at least...” mutters the boss and shakes his head.

“Who? Telling you what? I didn't say a word! Oops, I forgot the dessert, wait a minute!” Meg realizes the shit she just did and plays dumb, walking away towards the sweets section.

“She was just kidding anyway hehe” I say and I hope he doesn't notice I'm sweating.

“Of course”

“They're great!”

“Thank you Meg for grocery shopping for me and bringing all the bags up for four floors for me... that's what you just said, right?” my friend is putting everything into the fridge as I keep looking through her sketchbook.

“Exactly”

“Anyway you don't have to tell me you like them only to make me happy, I want a honest opinion”

“I am honest! I must say I like the ones in black and white better”

“Right? I'm not confident with colors yet. I mean, it's not like I can't draw stuff in colors. It's just, whenever I draw something and color it and I think it'd be supposed to end on someone's skin, everything seems shit to me. I did very few drawings in color”

“The flowers series is perfect, also the one with the animals” she's really good at drawing, I've always known that.

“They're just doodles to get started, to try some themes and styles”

“They're not doodles... what about this?” I focus on something drawn on a separated sheet of paper, folded and stuck in the middle of the book, which falls down to the floor as I turn the pages.

“Which one?” Meg distractedly turns around then closes the fridge door shut and runs up to me, snatching the paper from my hand as soon as she sees what it is “Oh this? This is nothing, this... I did it last night at the salon, during downtime, it sucks”

It's a page made entirely of pieces of a puzzle, they're all different in shape and shade but don't create any image. They're all blank and fill the whole sheet of paper except for a small space, a missing piece. Instead of the missing piece, in the layer underneath, you can see something that looks like live flesh and muscle tissue, and it's the only colored part of the drawing.

“It's simple but of immediate effect. This could really become a tattoo”

“Do you think so?”

“Yeah, it also seems very realistic. It's disturbing but in a positive sense, I like it!”

“Oh, well, thank you”

“What does it mean?”

“That I thank you for your compliment?”

“Haha no, what does the tattoo mean?”

“Ah”

“There's always a meaning behind, right? What would such a tattoo mean?”

“Well but... but this is not a tattoo is just an excercise, there's no reason behind”

“No?”

“No! Ok, now that you make me think about it, it could represent, I don't know, a missing piece in someone's life? I mean, everybody has their own void inside, right? Nobody feels 100% complete, there's always a piece of the puzzle we can't find or that we lost in the way. And it can be very different things: a person, a passion, a goal in life. What do you think?”

“I think it'd be the perfect matching tattoo for a couple”

“A couple? Hahaha I didn't know you were so romantic!”

“Not necessarily a romantic couple. Also between two big friends. Or brothers. Think about it, one person can have the incomplete puzzle tattoed and the other one can have the missing piece, which fits in it perfectly”

“That's an idea. It should represent a strong bond. Between brothers... or a parent and a child”

“Sure, also” the latter not necessarily being a strong bond...

“A mother... a mother could get this one, with one or more missing pieces depending on how many children she's got.And the children will be the missing pieces” and what if the missing parts are the parents instead?

“And they you'll inject ink in those chubby baby arms of theirs!”

“Hahahah shut up! They can have it done when they're grown up. OR... you can draw the missing pieces in the same tattoo, a little further” Meg takes the sketchbook from my hands and starts drawing as she speaks, taken from sudden inspiration.

“You can also put the name in it. Or initials”

“Which name?”

“Of the child. Inside the puzzle piece”

“Sure, if I knew the name”

“What do you mean? Haha how can a mother not know the name?”

Meg gives me a weird look, then smiles: “I meant, if only you could give me a name to have a try”

“Try with Angie” I smirk.

“A random one”

“Totally random”

“Don't even try, I'm not gonna get matching tattoos with you, forget it” she shakes her head as she starts sketching a cursive A inside the drawing.

“SHUT UP! I'm scared of getting my earlobes pierced, do you think I'd get a tattoo?! You're crazy”

“Oh, I see, you wanna get one with Eddie?”

“Come on, hurry up, we need to go shopping”

“Hahaha this enthusiasm from you surprises me, abstinence can be powerful”

“MEG!”

“Do you really think we can find a slutty nightgown in a thrift shop?” Meg doesn't watch her tone as we stop in front of Rummage Hall.

“Shhhhhh! I don't wanna buy a slutty nightgown, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“You don't want to? We went out exactly for that”

“You said I should wear something nice but not too much. I don't wanna go too far or Eddie will understand...”

“Excuse me, isn't that the purpose of the whole thing? Make him understand?”

“Yes but...”

“Well, slutty it is, then!” Meg enters the shop and I tag along.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Anyway we're not gonna find shit in here” my friend takes long strides towards the clothing section.

“Where did you want to go? Nancy Meyer? I've got no money for that stuff”

“No, but Fantasy Unlimited is a short walk away”

“BUT THAT- ehm... that is an adult shop” I raise my voice too without noticing, then shush myself up.

“And you're an adult, aren't you? Anyway they've got very cute things, I bought a lot of stuff there, that for the record I use also to go to clubs. Well, now only to go to clubs” she shrugs as she's examining a satin-like robe and then puts it back.

“You just need two triangles of fabric to be dressed and look nice, Meg, but for me it's slightly different”

“You just need triangles a little bigger, what's the problem?”

“The problem is there are no triangles big enough for me”

“Shut up!”

“And I don't know if Eddie would like that, I mean, I don't know his preferences” maybe he doesn't like this kind of seduction artifices, maybe he prefers a simpler style, a more natural approach. Why the fuck am I not naturally hot?

“He's a guy and he's heterosexual, what would his preferences ever be? The more skin he sees, the happier he is” it's Meg's very easy answer.

“My skin?”

“Yes, why?”

“There's too much skin in my case, maybe I'd better hide it” who am I kidding? You don't just put something cute on and turn into an attractive girl. You must be able to carry it around and feel confident in those clothes. I don't even feel comfortable now that I have a coat on. I'm never comfortable, except sometimes, with Eddie. Why ruin everything? I'll just show up like this, with a coat on. Or my fleece robe, I mean, he's used at my shitty outfits, this would be nothing new.

“Angie, what the fuck are you talking about?? He wants to see your skin because he likes you, I thought that had been already established by now”

“He likes me, altogether”

“No, fuck altogether, fuck mind, personality and all the other bullshit”

“Bullshit?”

“Angie, he likes your body, you turn him on, he wants you”

“He wants me so much than I gotta dress slutty to have him notice me?”

“The point is not having him notice you, that's what you got totally wrong. He already noticed you, you're with him basically! The point is letting him know you're ready for the next step. And stimulate him a little, warming up the atmosphere”

“If you say so” warming up, uh?

“Fuck, Angie, you're gonna give me a nervous breakdown sooner or later!” Meg pinches the bridge of her nose and I'm afraid she's really about to explode.

“Don't yell! There's people here” I complain looking around in embarrassment and hoping no one is listening to our conversation.

“Listen, when you're together... don't you ever notice anything in him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever you kiss or hug... I mean, when you make out and stuff”

“Well, he looks... invested, focused on me and always gives me those looks that-”

“Ok ok, the look of love. But apart from that? Nothing else? Can't you feel anything?”

“What am I supposed to feel?”

“You know, since you also sleep together... and stuff”

“Stuff and stuff... Couldn't you be more clear?”

“Have you ever felt... something knocking?”

“Knocking?”

“Hasn't mini-Eddie ever popped up to say hi?”

“Mini... MEG WHAT THE FUCK??”

“Does he get hard? You must have noticed”

“DID YOU LOSE YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

“Shhh stop yelling, there's people here” Meg chuckles and I'd kick her ass.

“You're to lock up” I grab her from the sleeve of her jacket and try to drag her out of the shop with me but she pushes me towards the books section.

“Jeez, you're such a prude”

“I'm not a prude, I'm just... discreet”

“Ok so have you ever discreetly checked if he gets a boner or not when he's with you?”

“Apart from the fact that it doesn't mean anything”

“Sure, now Eddie gets random boners with no reason, after all he's in his full pubescent phase”

“You're joking but it's true. Erections are not necessarily linked to sexual arousal only. Do you know men can get erections at the point of death too under certain circumstances?”

“Oh really? And how many times did Eddie die recently?” she smirks.

“Anyway, that said... it's none of your business” I turn the other way trying to look upset and as I look towards the clothing section, where we were until five minutes ago, I spot something I hadn't noticed before.

“I already know anyway!” Meg yells behind my back as I walk away towards the object of my interest, then she catches up with me “Come on, don't be mad. I'm sorry. I just wanted to prove my point! And tease you a little”

“What do you think about this?” I turn around showing the item I've just taken from the line.

“I think that... well, considering it's Eddie, we would never find something better to stimulate him, not ever at Fantasy Unlimited. Buy it!”

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I'm halfway between the first and the second floor when I realize I took the stairs instead of the elevator. I stop for a second, contemplating how stupid I am and trying to remember the moment I put autopilot on. I probably lost some lucidity once I parked outside Angie's condo. Was the doorway open? I think so, 'cause I don't remember buzzing and I'd remember if I had heard her voice, even through that shitty croaky buzzer. It looks like spending more time together hasn't changed the effect that the idea of seeing her has on me. I hope it'll never change. I shake my head and start walking up the stairs, two steps at a time, to arrive sooner. I didn't exactly run but when I get to the fourth floor I feel flushed. I take a deep breath, pull up my backpack and walk down the hallway to Angie's apartment. The first weird thing I notice is a sound: the sound of a saxophone, which becomes louder and louder as I get closer. The second weird thing shows up as soon as I turn down the corner and see something's wrong in Angie's door. As I come closer I realize the hallway lamp casts a narrow beam of light on the floor inside the apartment and from that I notice that the door is half-closed. As far as I know Angie double locks herself up even in her bathroom when she's home alone, she'd never let the apartment door open. I walk up slowly and in the meantime I open my backpack and stick my hand in it to find something I could use as a weapon. I don't really wanna waste some good wine crashing the bottle on the head of an elusive burglar. But I also doubt the videotape of Harold and Maude would have the same effect. I grab the bottle from the neck as I push the door open and cautiously enter the apartment. And I immediately notice two things. First of all I see there's something on the floor and at first they seem parts of a colorful object that broke into pieces. But as I lean down to see better, I take some of these fragments in my hand and figure out it's nothing but flowers, abandoned on the floor. I grope my way looking for water or glass pieces of a fallen and then shattered vase but I can't find anything. Now that I think about it, there was no vase of flowers here, at least not until this morning. Almost at the same time, I realize it's not really flowers but only petals and they seem to form a path towards the living room. In that moment I figure out I can follow the path of the blue and red petals on the floor with my eyes because the entrance is not lit only by the external hallway light but also by some burning candles placed on the phone table and on the shoe cabinet.

Oh.

I quickly stand up, feeling stupid for mistaking a romantic setting for a crime scene. I finally close the door behind me and follow the way led by the flowers, walking towards the living room and imagining the different scenes I could find, which have all the same main character. But she's the one missing when I get in the room, all that I find is more candles, the small table laden with delicious food and further away, between the two couches, a basket with a composition of blue and red flowers, just like the petals on the floor. Your love is king sings Sade in the background, that is not exactly background, since the volume is pretty loud. And I'm just standing here, wine still in my hand, waiting for Angie to magically show up, maybe with a little ambush behind my back, covering my eyes with her hands or in any other way she came up with. But that doesn't happen. Suddenly I think I hear a sound, more sounds, actually an almost regular sequence of sounds. I go and turn down the music a little and the series of dull thuds sounds clearer. Maybe a romantic setting doesn't exclude a crime scene... what the fuck is happening?

“Angie?” I call her and get no answer.

The noise comes from the kitchen and that's where I go, quickly but with caution. At first I slowly open the door to peep in, then I fling it open when I see Angie at the window, leaning outside, basically perched on the windowsill.

“Angie!” I call her again but she can't hear me. So I put the wine bottle on the table and reach out for her, shaking her by her shoulder “Angie what th-”

“AAH! Oh shit, Y'ALL WATCH OUT DOWN THERE!” Angie jumps and starts yelling outside the window, then I can hear a sharp noise, like something shattered into pieces and that's when I look out too to see what's happening.

What's happening is that there a small group of people on the pavement just outside the condo, standing in a sort of circle around a red expanding stain, while a guy curses and gives the middle finger in our direction.

“Angie... what did you do? What does it mean?” I ask as we both stuck our heads back inside the apartment.

“I've just lost a bottle of red wine and a boot” Angie sighs and replies as if it's the most normal thing, finally turning to face me.

And I finally focus for a moment and see what's in front of me: Angie, dressed in just a black The Who t-shirt that leaves her legs almost entirely uncovered, eye liner or whatever it is on her eyes, with those little wings on the sides pointing upwards that make her look more like a kitty, a glossy lipstick on her lips, vanilla scent. Maybe the burglar hit and killed me and this is heaven.

“Well, I can make up for the wine because I brought some too...” I walk backwards towards the table without taking my eyes off her, pointing at the place where I must have put the bottle “and I can go out and get back your shoe in no time. So, you see? Everything has a solution hehe, don't worry” why the fuck am I laughing? Do I think I'm funny? And why am I sweating?

“I'm sorry you have to go, you've just arrived” she replies with an irresistible pout, moving away from the window and breaking eye contact looking down.

“No problem, I'll be back in a minute.” I'm about to leave the kitchen, then I come back in “Oh wait, I can't”

“Oh ok... why? I mean, it doesn't matter Eddie, don't... don't worry” she starts stuttering and I smirk inside, trying to look cool.

“I forgot I have to do something first”

“What?” she asks puzzled before I get close and take her face between my hands to kiss her.

“This. I'll be right back, ok?” I whisper right after.

“Ok” she smiles and I kiss her again.

“And just so you know, when I'm back I got a bunch of questions about all this to ask you”

“Ok” her smiles widens and I kiss her once more.

“I'm telling you in advance so I won't catch you unprepared”

“Ok...” she repeats and I'm about to kiss her once again but she holds me back with her hands against my chest “Now go though”

“Uh is that so?” I try and get my kiss but she pushes me harder away.

“Hurry up”

“I'm going, I'm going. So bossy...” I let go of her and leave the kitchen, only to show up on the doorway a second later, only for a moment “I like it”

It takes me a while to find the boots, I mean, the boot, Angie's brown one, cause it rolled down the sidewalk under a parked car. When I find it, I instinctively look up, as if I'm expecting to see her still there, at the window, with her colorful hair fluttering in the night breeze. But she's not there and I immediately go back inside. And during the whole way, this time using the elevator, I try and figure out the connection between wine and boot and the dynamics that brought them both out of the window. I walk up to the apartment and Sade is still singing.

“Thank you, Eddie. Do you want some?” I turn around the corner in the hallway and Angie's on the doorway with a bowl of chips in her hands and she holds it out to me as I get closer.

I want you I'd tell her but I just give her the boot and take the bowl and bury my hand in it.

“Anytime” I watch her quickly walking away into her room, quickly walking on her naked legs... GET IT TOGETHER MAN, YOU'RE SWEATING.

“Why are you standing there like that? Come in” Angie comes back and I'm still here at the door eating chips.

“I was waiting for you” I shrug and follow the flower path and her steps once again into the living room.

“So?” she asks when we're in front of the couch and I put the bowl of chips down on the small wooden table, since I believe we're about to sit down. Yet she keeps standing and smiles at me, with the tip of her canine popping up and diggin into her lower lip for a second as usual.

“So?” I repeat getting closer till my face is inches from hers, but without hugging her or kissing her, as if there's a game, a challenge between us, a challenge I'll surely fail.

“The bunch of questions... “ she looks down and, tugging the hem of her t-shirt down, she quickly takes a seat and I'm sure she's blushing even though she's not looking at me.

“Ok... Sade?” I point at the record player and sit down beside her, as I take off my jacket and throw it on the other couch.

“Hahaha of all this mess, the strangest thing to you is Sade's record?”

“No. But it's the first thing I thought of now”

“Don't you like it? It's... it's a good album” she turns towards me and subtly closes the distance between us on the couch at the same time.

“She's very good, it's just I didn't think you liked her. Can I ask the second question?”

“Sure”

“What the hell were you doing at the window with a bottle and a boot?” Angie's grin widens again.

“I was trying to open the wine bottle” she shrugs as if this is the most obvious explanation.

“By kicking it?”

“Hahaha more or less. My dad taught me”

“I sense a memorable anecdote is coming, I'm all ears”

Angie tells me about that time when she went on a camping trip with her parents to Lake Payette, her father's idea to celebrate his and his wife's birthdays, that I guess must be very close. On night one Ray pulled out a bottle of wine he had brought for the occasion but realized he forgot the corkscrew. He pounced on the cork with a knife but it seemed he couldn't open the bottle. Janis wanted to postpone the toast to the following evening, after going to the nearby shop and buying the bottle opener. There was no way to convince Ray though. So Angie's dad, as nothing happened, took off his boot in front of them, stuck the fuckin' bottle in it and, without saying a word, walked clumsily on a single boot up to the closest ponderosa pine and started slamming the bottle, protected by his shoe, against the trunk.

“You know, the pressure inside the bottle pushes the cork out, until you can grab it and take it off with your hands. My mom and I were doubled over in laughter” as she tells the story, Angie crosses her legs and moves on the couch and this makes her shirt go up little by little. I notice that and feel kind of an asshole.

“But it worked”

“And that was the first time I tasted wine: I was 11. It was good, although it had been shaken for 15 minutes”

“This means you got no corkscrew here at home?”

“Yeah... I mean, actually we had one, but I can't find it anymore. I guess someone took it at my birthday party or Matt or Chris borrowed it and haven't returned it yet. Sure it didn't seem wise to go there and ask them now, you know...” yes, I know, you didn't ask them because they'd have asked questions you don't wanna answer, at least by now.

“And you decided to use the Pacifico technique”

“And since I don't have any tree here, the only way to do it was beating the bottle against the wall. But I didn't want to risk getting the kitchen dirty so...”

“Hehe so you figured you'd do it out of the window?” I adore this woman.

“Yep. And it was working fine, until a certain someone scared me and made me drop everything. And I made a mess” she gives me a playful nasty look and scoots away from me.

“You're right, it's all my fault.” I scoot over on the couch to sit back close to her “But I know how to make you forgive me” ok, more than close basically glued to her.

“How?” she looks up at me amused, basically batting her eyelids against mine.

“Opening the other bottle” I stand up out of the blue and I leave her there, maybe a little disappointed? I go into the kitchen, take the bottle and open the window.

“With the Pacifico technique?” she asks as she shows up at the kitchen door.

“Nuh, with the Vedder one” I peer outside, remove the wrapper, pull out my lighter and start heating the end of the bottle neck with the flame.

“Isn't this dangerous?” I feel one arm circling my hip and for a minute there the red wine bottle was about to end the same way as Angie's one.

“No, I did it so many times” I answer as I rotate the bottle.

“Hey, it's coming out!” Angie exclaims behind my back while the cork starts moving.

At that point I tilt the bottle slightly as to prevent the cork from exploding like a bullet inside the apartment or into somebody else's window. Finally the corks pops out and falls into the street, where it looks like he doesn't hit anyone. Wine is safe too.

“See! Hot air expands inside the bottle and pushes the cork.” I close the window and triumphantly show the uncorked bottle to Angie, who arches her eyebrow at me “What? I can do science too, you know”

“So you also know you could have caused an explosion and get hurt?” she rolls her eyes and by the way is still hugging me.

“Not if you know how to do it and and to be careful. So, am I forgiven?” I ask, raising the bottle at her as if it was a toast.

“Sure!” she chuckles and looks at me in silence for a while. And I'm expecting a kiss but instead, she lets go of me and exits the kitchen, but not before addressing me again “Let's go taste you boiled wine”

The wine is not boiled at all and it's not bad. Angie and I are at the second round and, as I'm stuffing my face with chips and sandwiches, I realize it's getting hot in here. I mean, I can't be this heated for two glasses of wine. And neither for the half nakedness of Angie. Even though... And this is the moment I figure out my usually chilly girlfriend is dressed only in a t-shirt and I can't hear her teeth chatter for the cold, so there must be something going on here.

“My bunch of questions aren't over anyway...” I say and Angie makes herself comfortable on the couch, half laid and leaning on the armrest.

“Shoot”

“It's fucking hot in here, isn't it?” I ask as I take off my flannel and she starts laughing uncomfortably and, as she tries to sit up, her feet get closer, touch my legs and push against me a little to leverage. But I don't move an inch.

“Hahaha yeah, you're right... as you can see, tonight's really the perfect night: just one disaster after another”

“Why? What happened?” I throw the shirt there were my jacket is.

“I don't know, it must... the heating system must be broken, and that's not unusual. The new thing is... this time, I don't know... they kind of broke the other way round and it's been heating non stop at full power since this afternoon”

“Do you want me to check your radiators?”

“No point trying, it's not just here, the whole building is burning basically”

“Do you want me to go down and check the boiler room?”

“NO!” Angie basically kicks me, then regains her composure “Err no, no worries. And then, I mean, the apartment manager is the one who's supposes to take care of this stuff and call technicians, that's what he's paid for! He'll do the work”

“Ok”

“And what if you can't solve the problem and maybe no one can and they blame you because you put your hand in there...”

“Alright”

“And by the way, at least it's not freezing, for a change”

“Well, yeah, still better than freezing but...”

“I know. Shitty building. Anyway, now you know the... ehm, you know why I'm dressed like... this” Angie goes on and pulls down her t-shirt again to cover her thighs.

“I wouldn't call it a disaster then” I smirk and rub the back of my hand softly against her leg, from her ankle to her knee. She stares at me in the eyes and for a moment I'm sure she's about to throw herself over me and kiss me, but I'm wrong again.

“So? Which movie do we watch first? Mine or yours?” she asks out of the blue.

“You decide” actually I even forgot about the movies, the heat, the wine, about where we are and maybe what year we are as well.

“No, come on, you tell me” my hand is still going up and down.

“It's the same for me, Angie”

“Same for me too”

“You're the host, you choose”

“You're my guest, so it's up to you” of course, as always: it's up to me.

“Uhm... alright! Let's watch yours first then”

“Ok! The tape is there under the tv, would you put it on? I'll get some water” in a fraction of a second Angie sneaks away into the kitchen and I find myself alone. I turn off the stereo then crawl in front of the tv to get the Goodfellas tape and as I do I think about one thing. Well, actually two. One worse than the other. The first thing is that I'd rather have gone to get the water instead of Angie, so I could come back here and see her on hands and knees as she fumbles with the videorecorder, and that it'd have made for a very nice view. My second thought is that the tv looked much better in Angie's room and it'd have been much more enjoyable to watch it with her from her bed.

Disgusting thoughts indeed.

“Did you find it?” Angie's question startles me as if I was caught red handed doing something illicit.

“Yep” I press Play, stand up and try to get back on the couch before her. I do and sit right in the middle of it. So she won't be able to sit far from me. I gloat for my smar idea.

“If you want to be more comfortable, just lay down. I'm gonna sit there. Hehe we have one couch each if we want to” is Angie even aware of her endless power? The power to leave me totally speechless with such statements?

“Actually... I don't want to”

“Are you sure?” well, I don't know... WHAT DO YOU THINK?

“Very sure, I don't want a whole couch for me, I wanna share it with you” I hold my arms out and grab her by her waist, pulling her gently towards me until I finally take her back on this couch. And I hold her and kiss her and touch her, pushing her delicately towards the armrest on her side. And at some point I feel her hand moving right under my body. I think I know what she's about to do and I feel euphoric all of a sudden. But Angie is able to surprise me again, because even if I don't see her doing it, I can clearly feel her gesture of grasping at the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it down for the umpteenth time. I internally laugh at my stupid X-rated delusions, although on the other hand I'm sorry Angie doesn't feel comfortable with me yet. I don't wanna hurry, really, I'd just like to know what the problem is. I give her one last peck on her lips and back away so we can both sit up properly.

“Ok. Let's fastforward all the commercials and advisories. Where's the remote? Oh there it is!” Angie, the one who was about to abandon me all by myself on this couch, the one who was coy and bashful during my approach like two minutes ago, it's the same girl that basically climbs on me to jump over on the opposite side and stretch out to take the remote on the other armrest. And then does the same thing backwards to get back to her place. And I'm not complaining at all.

We're almost at the end of my movie and this is the situation: we finished the wine I don't even remember when, as for food only a few snacks and two small chocolate cakes are left; I'm in my t-shirt and boxers because it's really hot, although we opened the window in the living room; Angie's smoking a cigarette, resting on the couch with her legs over mine and I've been genty stroking them for literal HOURS, something that contributes in heating the atmosphere even more. And I also feel kind of guilty, because Harold has just rushed to the hospital with Maude and I already know what's about to happen and the ending breaks my heart every time... and I'm here, basking in the softness and smoothness of Angie's skin under my fingers.

“It's so sad. But also beautiful at the same time” she remarks during the credits.

“Yeah. You really haven't seen it before?”

“Never. And now I see why you like it”

“Hehe right, Cat Stevens has something to do with it” I reply since I think she's referring to the soundtrack.

“Uhm yeah but that's not what I meant. What I wanted to say is that... well, this movie is like you” she takes one long last hit of smoke, then puts out her cigarette in the ashtray she placed on the floor. And she's amazing. Not because she's smoking but... I know it's not nice to say, and it's also unhealthy, a bad bad habit, but... there are times, particular times in which, maybe fuelled by excessive domestic heating and subsequent nudity, I see something extremely sexy in a woman who's smoking.

“Absurd?”

“Absurd, eccentric, thoughtful, bitter and sweet...” Angie slowly counts the adjectives on her fingertips and I can't say she didn't get them right. This means she knows there's something bitter, and dark inside me. Maybe that's why she doesn't trust me completely yet.

“Eccentric uh?” a devilish grin appears on my face.

“Oh well...”

“Said the girl who tried to open a bottle with a shoe outside the window”

“Ok this is gonna be another of those recurring jokes you're gonna use to take the piss out of me for the rest of my life, isn't it?”

“Yes... after all, I can't make fun of you for your nights out with Meg to pick up guys anymore, I have to find a substitute”

“Really? And why?” she adjust herself better on the couch to sit up and for a minute I'm afraid I'll lose touch with her legs, but she still keeps them over mine.

“Because you're not having those anymore” I hold her by the hips as she puts her hands on my shoulders.

“Are you sure?”

“You don't need to”

“So can I hang up my infallible pick up techniques now?”

“Sure, now that you picked me up”

“How I made it is still unknown...”

“With your infallible pick up techniques, of course”

“That are? Not doing absolutely anything?” as if she needed to do something to have me fall for her. I lay down on the couch and pull her with me.

“Being yourself and not doing absolutely anything, the best way”

“If you say so...” she mutters and she tries to sit back up but I hold her tight and prevent her from sneaking away. At this point, also not to slip and fall off the couch, she has to more or less straddle me.

“It worked with me, can't you see that?” I grab her as she tries to wriggle free, I hold her tighter and slip my hand under her t-shirt, to caress her back.

“Eddie! Come on, let me sit up...”

“Why?”

“Because I'm hurting you...”

“Shut up!”

“It's true and you know it”

“You can't crush me, I can feel you got all the weight on your knees and arms”

“Because I wanna spare you asphyxiation?”

“Cut.The.Crap.” I decide I'm gonna do this the hard way and my hand sneaks across her back towards her armpit so I can tickle her, but she gives up long before I get there. Mental note: Angie is very ticklish “Oh, that's better!”

“Hahaha stop it!”

“Much better” I repeat when we find ourselves basically nose to nose and then I stop torturing her, close my eyes and breathe in silence with her for five minutes, I think, waiting for something... that never comes. Angie removes her hands from my hair, where she had casually buried them in the heat of the moment. Then she holds on to the pillows, pulls herself up and backs away from me.

“I'll turn off the tv” Angie stretches out her hand to get the remote from the table where I put, then sits back down at my feet. I take a deep breath and sit up too.

“I'd better go” I'm about to stand up but Angie, with a quick move, grabs me by the arm and pulls me back down on the couch.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

“Home, so I'll let you sleep” I pinch her cheek and try to stand up again but Angie doesn't let me.

“But I don't wanna sleep! Well, I mean... you can sleep with me, you know, you can crash at my place”

“Even tonight?”

“Yes, why? Don't you want to?” Angie's torturing the hemline of her t-shirt again and if she tugs at it some more, it'll become a tunic.

“Sure I want to. I thought that it may be a problem”

“A problem about what?”

“I don't know, because of Meg?”

“Meg won't be here, she's sleeping over at her friend's”

“But she'll be back tomorrow morning, right? What if she sees me again? What will she think?” I'm saying it for her, not for me. If she sees me and does the math, I'll be nothing but happy.

“What will she think? Nothing. Anyway, I already told her”

“You told her?” I ask, suddenly interested and full of hope. Did she really tell someone we're a couple?

“Yeah, I told her you'd come over tonight. And that maybe you'd sleep here” hope destroyed in ten seconds. Maybe.

“And what did she say?”

“She said ok” Angie shrugs and takes the last two cakes left from the table, biting on one and handing me the other one.

“Ok? Only ok?” I take a bite too.

“Sure, what were you expecting?”

“Nothing. But... I think Meg knows then”

“Sure she knows, I've just told you! Why all these problems all of a sudden?”

“No, I mean she knows... about us...” a second bite and no more cake.

“NO! I... I didn't tell her anything”

“Angie... it's the 4th time we sleep together in a week, I don't think you need to tell her. If she's not stupid, she'll understand by herself.

“She knows we sleep together but she doesn't know... what... ehm... what we do” Angie eats the rest of her chocholate cake and pours herself half a glass of water to swallow it better.

“She can assume it, I guess” seriously, Meg's assumptions surely go well beyond what actually happens between Angie and I in reality.

“Meg has no trouble to say what she thinks: if she had suspects, she'd have openly told me”

“You should do it”

“What?”

“Openly tell her, about us”

“WHAT? WHY?” why the hell is she so scared?

“'Cause she's a friend to you and you have to start somewhere, don't you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Listen, we already talked about it, do you wanna keep it secret? Ok, I'm in. But you could take things gradually, with no big collective announcements, just by telling it to one single person. And why not your best friend?”

“I don't know, maybe because she's totally incapable of keeping a secret?” Angie looks at me as if I was stupid and rolls her eyes.

“Well, that's so much better, isn't it. We only need to tell Meg, then she'll get the word out for us” I try and hug her and she slaps my chest in response.

“Fuck you, Eddie”

“Let's go to bed?”

“Mmm... ok”

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wendylewis-blog · 4 years

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03.22.2020 /bad.morning.

I woke up around 6:30 am. The sky was getting lighter through the brown blinds hung on the south side bedroom window. It looked so peaceful peeking through the slats. Pink smeared with grey, the next day arriving. Here it is. The next day. When I let Sonny out, I saw a skim of snow had fallen overnight, covering the ground. It felt like a clouded metaphor.

A reply in FB this morning from a NC high school friend sorta clarified that metaphor in some way. Donna said, Most all of the cherry trees in Winston-Salem have been replaced with Bradford Pears and, while beautiful when they bloom, they have a pungent, unpleasant odor . . . maybe a sign that beauty is truly only skin deep. Thank you, Donna.

And maybe truth is only skin deep? At least, the truth being espoused by our government lately? I dunno, huh? Politicians are only saving themselves right now and it feels exceedingly shallow, skin deep and dirty. There is no real leadership on top but plenty of ego and fairytales spinning. Gah. Fk. We are all being rendered helpless for so many reasons, ones I cannot possibly enumerate. I’m not even gonna try. That’s not the point.

Meanwhile, in my state of MN, I’m gonna take a minute to applaud our Gov Tim Walz. He is in touch with us, speaking hard truths without lip gloss, and working to come up with survival plans and simply—good solid advice for our state going forward. I am sure he is working hard for us.

Meanwhile, I honestly don’t give a shit about the stock market (sorry for those of you who are losing your investments and retirement :((( ) but am very much more concerned about those working in service industries; restaurants, small businesses and retailers, vintage stores, musicians and performers of every kind, daycare workers, delivery drivers and so many more I’m not able to list right now—it’s too enormous, all of us hinged with each other on any working calendar day. Bless all of you. Hang in there... be in touch. I want to hear from you.

OK. Pulling myself together a little more. My personal deal is, I’m away from my children and my 6-month old grandson, Ezra. I don’t know when I’ll see them in person again. Fk. But I am gratefully in place with my amazing husband and that guy makes me laugh every damn day. Like, what would I do without him? We DO have to keep laughing, it’s a Vonnegut thing. I also recommend all of you following Tony Baker on Instagram. If you don’t have Instagram, just GET IT. In addition to my husband, Tony is keeping me afloat all day every day. He’s posting like a maniac. Skiddlety-paps! Thanks to my friend Annie who connected me.

OK! Pulling myself together even a little more. Today is a Sunday. It helps to talk with anyone who is reading this. It might be a bit warmer today and at some point I will venture out onto the prairie and walk along the river with my trusted companion, Sonny. I’ll probably cry my face off. That will help.

I’m listening to NPR right now, Michelle Lee in Alexandria, VA—a store owner. She’s on the front lines the same way the medical industry is. Honor them! They are putting themselves at risk, ALL DAY EVERY DAY, to check us out at the register with our provisions and stay as risk free as possible or treat us at the doors of clinics and hospitals.

I thought about that yesterday as I paid cash for a purchase and felt like I was pouring contagion change into my wallet. Yikes! But, dood had hand sanitizer at the ready and was cleaning his hands after every customer came through. Way to GO! Soooo maybe my wallet isn’t a virus breeding container. Still, when I got home, I washed it. :) We can actually wash cash as well, if we are being uber careful, and soak our change in white vinegar. NOTE: There are more ways to disinfect than buying Clorox Bleach wipes which are utterly unavailable on the shelves.

For those of you who care at all about cooking, and lately, we all might be, since we are stuck at home (but DO support your local restaurants with curb service take-out if you are WFH and financially able) you might wanna visit BonAppetit vids on YouTube. Super entertaining, instructive and FREE. If you go there and like beans (which are extremely available dried), check out Carla making the perfect pot of beans. I made them last week and they are still in my refrigerator—delivering for quesadillas, soup, cold from the fridge next to kraut, arugula, and cottage cheese (haha... me and my weird small cold plates)—and you can always freeze them in bags or containers. Super delicious and nutritious. Once you click on my BonAppetit link, you can scroll through endless other videos, go into that rabbit hole, calm yourself, trance out. After I finish this post, that’s what I’m gonna do.

Final note. Friend Alissa wrote me on FB this morning and said this, in regard to cherry blossoms mentioned in my previous post: I just got my mom in touch with her family in Japan today after a long hiatus. and they were like pass this message on to her. which basically translated to the cherry blossoms are in season... (thanking my friend Kevin in Bed Stuy who sent me the link via FB mssngr)

It will be warmer today and—rain is coming. I might just take a walk in the rain with my deep sadness that I am trying to beat back. Thanks for listening, ppl. We all have our own worry and pain and separation from our loved ones. One day we’ll feel okay and the next, annihilated. It’s all good—we have to stay real and let our frustration and sadness be there and hopefully, later, be released.

Let’s stick together. We have to, right? We do. YES. We do. I’ll be back sooner than you want me to. Hahaha. Gotcha.

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masterweaverx · 5 years

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The Brunswick Blooper Reel

“I’m not useless!” Maria snapped, waving off Oscar as she turned around. “I’m just a little hard of hearing. And blind without my eyes. And I have a chronic case of arthritis.”

Oscar blinked, staring at her. As she went on, though, a disbelieving grin formed on his face.

“In fact, it might be osteoporosis. And don’t get me started on the menopause! Actually,” Maria mused thoughtfully, “I might have Alzheimer's too, come to think of it, I don’t remember. Who are all you people again?”

By this point Oscar was hiding his laughter behind a glove. The others, just off screen, were not so discrete.

“That bastard!” Yang stepped forward angrily, pointing a demanding finger. “Bring him back!”

“I can’t!” Oscar cried furtively. “It’s not like before, it’s like he’s locked himself deep inside his head! My head? Oh, I hate this!”

“Actually I just went down to the bakery,” Ozpin explained, walking onto the scene with a wide grin. “Apology cookies anyone?”

A series of groans (and scattered laughter) went up, the annoyed director calling for a cut. Ruby eyed the bag in his hand. “You did get strawberry scones, right?”

“Like I would forget them.”

“Sweet!”

The door to the Brunswick farms was locked shut. And then--

*THWACK*

“Ow! F--sh--raaaaarg...”

“Oh wow,” came Ruby’s voice, “that’s one tough door. We did unlock it for this shot, right?”

“I’d be a little more worried about him,” Blake replied. “You alright there?”

Qrow groaned. “Medic....”

“What do you think?” Blake asked seriously.

Ruby solemnly shook her head. “I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right--”

A shriek came from upstairs--

“Weiss!”

--followed by a loud “GODDAMNIT!” and a laughing “Oh my god, really?”

Blake blinked. “That’s... not in the script--”

Weiss came storming down the stairs, blushing furiously. “Excuse me, I need to go scrub my eyes.”

“I’m sorry!” called a voice from upstairs.

Yang was chuckling as she descended. “Well, I mean, the bed is supposed to have dead people in it anyway--”

Ruby covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her disbelieving grin as Blake groaned. “Again?! Those two...”

“Welp,” Maria quipped, “I guess shooting is done for today.”

“Is this going in the blooper reel?” Blake asked plaintively.

Yang smirked. “Hell yes!”

Ruby descended into embarrassed giggling.

“Tell you what. You keep that fire going, and I’ll find us a story to read.”

Oscar smiled faintly as Maria hobbled over to the bookshelves.

“Oh look! The kama sutra!”

Baffled laughter escaped the boy’s mouth. “Wh--what? Seriously?”

“It’s a good read,” Maria pointed out.

“No, no no, nooooo.” Oscar held up his hands. “Waaaay too young for that!”

“Huh,” Yang mused, “the workshop is getting really good with these puppets.” She poked one of the inert Apathy experimentally. “I mean, these have got to be the creepiest ones yet.”

“Oh yeah,” Blake agreed. “And have you read the script? These things are just terrifying, really.”

Yang turned to her with a nod. “Yeah, I’m glad these aren’t real. I mean, zombie grimm are bad enough, but the whole will-draining thing--”

Bony fingers brushed her shoulder. “BRAAAAAAAINSSSSS...”

Yang spun around, fists at the ready. “GAH WHAT THE--”

“BRAAAAAAAAAAINSSSS!” Ruby repeated, waving the Apathy’s arms around with a huge grin.

Yang lowered her fists with an angry laugh. “Damn it, leave that kind of trolling in Chibi!”

"Hey, I think I found something,” Yang said. She smiled as she looked down at the trailer, her eyes drifting up to the window--and then she let out a horrified gasp.

One which quickly descended into helpless giggles. “Turn, heehee, turn the camera!”

The camera turned to the window. Through it, in the snow, Adam Taurus could be seen... dressed as a belly-dancer and performing actually quite well.

Yang threw the window open. “Damn it, you’re playing a psychopath! You’ve got to stop doing things like this!” She turned to the camera, helplessly gesturing at the man with a grin. “This guy. This guy!”

Blake sighed. “Adam... Adam always knew how to get into--”

“Mrrrw...”

“--how to get into people’s heads, and--”

“Mrrrrooooooow!”

Yang snorted.

Blake glared at her. “Do you think this is funny?”

“I didn’t say that!” Yang protested, desperately trying to hide her amusement.

Blake rolled her eyes, turning to the shelves and spotting the black cat with yet another dead bird at his paws. “I already told you: I am not interested!”

Yang couldn’t hold it back anymore, bursting out in peals of laughter.

With a sigh, Blake turned to the camera. “The glamor of acting, people.”

“Mrrrooooooooow?”

She gestured at the persistent feline. “Can we get my stalker off the set?!”

Yang’s laughter redoubled as she collapsed out of the shot. Blake glowered down, her leg moving slightly and producing a small thnk sound.

“Ow! Okay, hahaha, fair, but, hee, but still, hahahahahaha!”

With one final long-suffering look to the camera, Blake left the shot.

"Ruby, are we... are we really still going to Atlas?”

Ruby turned, a confused horror subtly creeping into her expression. “Weiss, what are you saying?”

“It’s just--”

“~Oooooh let’s go digital! Yeah let’s go--~”

Ruby fumbled with her scroll for a bit, before pressing the answer button. “Uh, hey there!

“Salutations! I just found this convenience store nearby, do you want me to pick something up for you?”

“Oh, that sounds great, um, definitely some trail mix--no beans or seafood--actually, would it be too much of me to ask you to get some subs or something for everyone on the way down?”

“Not at all! Are there any specific orders you would like?”

“I still don’t like mayonnaise,” Weiss interjected.

There was a moment of silence.

“Did I call you in the middle of a shot again?”

“Yeeeeah.” Ruby chuckled. “Sorry--”

“No no no, it’s my fault entirely. I’ll get the food, and I’ll be down in a bit, alright?”

“Alright. Love you!”

“Love you too! See you soon!” The scroll clicked off.

Ruby shook her head. Then she caught sight of Weiss’s look. “What?”

“I’m happy for you,” Weiss assured her with a grin.

Ruby glanced away. “Mmmrngh...” She couldn’t help the corner of her lips twitching upward.

Ruby picked up the golden bottle. Her face contorted with quiet rage, and she flung it away.

It bounced against the wall and started rolling across the ground.

After a moment, Ruby sighed. “It didn’t shatter, did it.”

Four of the Apathy strode on stage, wearing hats and wielding canes as team RWBY expertly puppeted them through a dance routine.

“~Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine, Shrieking skulls will shock your soul and seal your doom tonight! Spooky scary skeletons speak with such a screech, You'll shake and shudder in surprise when you hear these zombies shriek!...~”

“We’re all tired,” Oscar pointed out wearily.

“Maybe if we’re all so exhausted we should eat?” Blake suggested.

“Yeah,” Oscar agreed. “A nice bowl of cereal.”

“Pancakes,” Blake added. “Two plates.”

“Crispy bacon, prepared juuuust right.”

“Eggs over easy, on top of french bread.”

“Cinnamon toast.”

“What?”

“It’s cinnamon toast,” Oscar said seriously. “French bread is the baguette.”

“Well, you can use a baguette to make cinnamon toast, right?”

“I mean, sure, but then where does the madness end? Cereal in orange juice? Syrup-slathered ham? Breakfast burritos slathered in chocolate?”

“Actually,” Ruby interjected, “that last one sounds pretty good.”

“I once had a deep-fried stack of pancakes,” Weiss mused. “Not actually that bad.”

“I subscribe to the ‘take five cans of anything, dump in some noodles, and boil it all’ philosophy of cooking,” Yang added.

“You’d be surprised what kind of crazy combinations people can come up with,” Maria added. “Ever hear of muffin pizza?”

Oscar looked at them all in horror. “My god... you’re all insane.”

"Look, we can just drop it in the well,” Yang suggested. “Sure, the Grimm might find it, but it would take time. A year... ten... it may not even happen in our lifeline.”

There was a moment where everyone processed that.

“...Damn it.” Yang facepalmed. “I didn’t even mean to say that!”

“Yarr maties,” Blake growled, “batten down tha hatches, there be a storm a-comin’!”

Weiss snorted. “See, my mind went to ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.’”

Ruby turned to the camera with the biggest of grins. “I’ll take Grimm Studies for three hundred, please!”

“Alright, alright!” Yang rolled her eyes. “Come on, let me give this another take.”

Ruby picked up the golden bottle. Her face contorted with quiet rage, and she flung it away.

It bounced against the wall, landing on its base and waggling to a stop.

Ruby glanced over her shoulder, then turned to the camera with an expression of utter deadpan.

Ruby dropped into the well, shortly after followed by her teammates. She took her scroll and raised it warily... and then moved her thumb with a mischievous smirk.

“~Cause this is THRILLEEEEEER! THRILLER NIGHT! And noone’s gonna save ya from the beast about to strike--~”

Ruby was already dancing and, after an amused glance, the other three joined in. Then Maria moonwalked into the scene with a huge grin.

“Having fun without me, dearies?”

“Woo!” Yang shouted. “Rock it granny!”

She did indeed proceed to rock it.

Maria clutched at the stairs, looking up desperately. “An exit!”

Weiss rushed past her--and ended up knocking her over with a loud THWUMP! She turned around, caught sight of the old woman, and covered her mouth with her hands.

“Oh my gosh, I--I am so sorry!” She walked back down slowly. “Are you alright?”

“...Medic...”

Ruby reached out desperately to her teammate, collapsed in front of the oncoming horde. “Blake...”

Blake looked at her, eyes... glittering with mischief, as she put a hand on her hip and adopted a catlike smirk. “Draw me like one of your french girls.”

Instantly everyone cracked up, one of the Apathy even clapping sarcastically.

“Oh come on, you were all thinking it!”

Ruby picked up the golden bottle. Her face contorted with quiet rage, and she flung it away.

It bounced against the wall and--

"OW! Ow ow ow, damn it!”

Qrow blinked, turning to her. “What? What just happened?”

“The bottle bounced against the wall and hit her head,” Oscar helpfully provided from off-screen.

“The hell? Are these things made of rubber or something?” Qrow gave Ruby a concerned look. “Kid, you okay?”

“I think I’m bleeding,” Ruby reported in amused pain. “Ow. Medic?”

Ruby glared angrily, her teeth clenched as she peered at her foes.

“Aaaaaand cut!”

She turned to the camera with a bright smile. “Now see, that’s going to look a lot more impressive once they edit the silver eye stuff in in post.”

The camera focused on the metal cellar doors, zooming in dramatically on the chain--

--which jerked briefly.

“OW! Damn it, what the hell is that chain made of, adamantium?”

“Uh,” came Blake’s voice, “you doing alright there?”

“It’s an easy shot, they said. Punch open the door, they said! Damn it, I think my hand’s dead.”

“So...” Ruby mused. “Do you need a medic, or a technician?”

“My other fist is still working fine, missy.”

"We need to go!” Ruby cried.

“Not yet,” Weiss decreed, grabbing a bottle off the shelf. She threw it overhand at the cellar...

...and it bounced off the head of an Apathy, landing cork-first on the ground without spilling a drop.

“...What the hell?!”

“I know, right?!”

"They’re called the Apathy,” Maria explained morosely. “They’re not strong, or ferocious, or cunning. They just drain your will--”

The entire trailer suddenly jerked to a stop. A moment later, Bumblebee rolled behind it, engine cutting off.

“You all alright?” Yang asked.

“Yeah,” Ruby sighed. “We’re just going to have to hook this up and start this shot over.”

"Isn’t it obvious, girl?” Maria turned a sad smile on Ruby. “I have silver eyes.”

There was a moment where they all processed that.

“Um...” Ruby held up a finger. “Don’t you mean ‘had?’“

“Oh, I still have them,” Maria replied brightly, “they’re in my pocket here, let me show you!”

Everyone else broke out giggling, Ruby feebly protesting with a wave. “No, ew, gross! I believe you!”

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chillihansol · 6 years

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barista!jeonghan (click for HD)

yoon jeonghan is part of the city barista squad

and the laziest one

he requested to work on making the coffees and less interacting to customers

bc he does not have enough energy to ask the same thing over and over lol

it’s fine with their manager bc his co-worker is luckily hoshi

so hoshi does the talking while jeonghan does the drinks

their shifts start right after seungkwan’s and seungcheol’s

jeonghan makes the best coffee out of the four workers in the city

seungcheol is the worst

and people love his coffee so they often ask if jeonghan is around

he often takes nap on the storage room when there are no customers

which is also the reason why he smells like coffee all the freaking time

besides the fact he makes them, he also sleeps with the packages of coffee beans hahaha

since jeonghan is a multi-talented barista, his latte arts are very known in the city

people would tag him on social media for making such a beautiful latte art

seungcheol is so envious of him

ofc, his rosette latte art is the best and the most wanted design

sometimes. he’d try to make cute animals

or a trail of mini hearts

jeonghan is pretty famous too

like junhui

one time, he encountered the same situation when the girls didnt know what to order bc they dont drink coffee

anyways,, jeonghan loves his job

but he also loves it when his shift ends bc he goes straight to the nearest park

he will have a cup of creamy coffee in his hands while he sits on the bench and inhales some natural breeze

this is his routine

going back to the shop, jeonghan is pretty close to some customers too

tho not as much as soonyoung does

but he’s close to a few,,

and this few includes you

in fact, you are the closest to jeonghan

jeonghan enjoys your company all the time

he’d even forget about his nap hours for you :’’)

you met jeonghan through dk

bc you’re into latte arts, dk recommended jeonghan’s coffee place bc the campus cafe does not necessarily make such thing

so you met jeonghan four months ago

and tbh

you hesitated if he is the jeonghan bc damn, he’s a t t r a c t i v e

the first time you met him, the shop was really packed with ppl, and the baristas where working really fast behind the counter

you somehow stopped yourself from ordering a latte art bc they seemed really busy that time

but you stayed there for a while, waiting for the customers to lessen in a bit, until there were only a few of them when you made your way to the counter and a cute guy with small eyes smiled at you widely

you looked at his named tag, and it said ‘soonyoung’

then you looked at the other barista whose back was facing you

and you couldnt help but stare at his broad shoulders

and his lean torso

and his silky light brown hair

until ‘soonyoung’ cleared his throat and you snapped back to reality

“hyung, i think she’s one of your fans”

slafksa your eyes widen and shook your head too immediately, and you were like nononononono

ofc, jeonghan turned around to look who this person soonyoung was pertaining about and he found you, and saw your flustered face

it was so embarrassing

and that time, you wanted to punch this soonyoung in the face for jumping to conclusions easily

luckily, jeonghan didnt ride soonyoung’s trip

“no, i think she’s dokyeom’s friend”

and you were nodding your head too quickly for agreeing on him

the sight looked so cute in jeonghan’s eyes so this brought a huge smile on his face

poor soonyoung who was so clueless

“dk told me you were coming today, i was just doing a latte for you” he said, walking closer to the counter

as he stopped by it, he leaned down to match your height and rested both of forearm on top

who is this handsome guy and why does he smell like coffee

your head jerked away from the closeness of his figure to you,,,,,and it was so awkward so you put out a hand and introduced yourself

“im y/n”

“i know. im jeonghan”

“i know”

so jeonghan’s first latte art for you was the usual rosette

tho it was the most common design, you still thought how talented jeonghan is

and how thoughtful he was for doing your coffee in advance

thanks to dk

the first time you met him, he actually sat in front of you as you took one of the tables,,,,basically, jeonghan ditched his job just to have your company, and his shift was ending anyways

so you continue to meet jeonghan in the next months, but not daily, since you often get your regular coffee from the campus cafe

you visit him twice or thrice a week and he’d give you a pre-made latte art :’)

how sweet

as you continue to know more about jeonghan,, one day, you found him sitting on a bench at the university park

his eyes were closed and his arms were crossed on his chest, a cup of coffee was resting beside him,, and he was also wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up which looked so attractive on him skhfasljs

you thought that he wouldnt mind your company so you quietly sat beside him, and jeonghan wasnt bothered at all

“hi y/n”

this made you jump from your seat bc,, did he see you?? with his closed eyes??

but you tried to play it cool, “how did you know it was me?”

“no one really approaches me except for you” he chuckled, and finally opened his eyes to look straightly at you

and you swore, a bucket of butterflies was poured in your stomach

knowing jeonghan, his shift in the coffee shop was done at that time,,,but that was the only time you found out that he likes chilling on the park

and you were taken a back bc,, you never saw him there, considering that you are always at the park too

this brought the two of you to another stage of friendship,,,when you visit jeonghan, you’d wait for his shift to finish so both of you could chill on the park and talk about stuff

if the weather’s not good, he wouldnt ask for you to stay in the cafe but you’d end up still staying bc you enjoy his presence too much

there are times when jeonghan has to work overtime,

and if there are no customers, he’d bring you to the storage room and continue to hang out with you

soonyoung gets very suspicious,,, bc he thinks you and jeonghan do something pg there

but truthfully, you were just lazily talking together

the others found out about your relationship friendship with jeonghan

and seungcheol was so sure the boy is in love with you bc he forgets his nap hours just to hang out

and he thought you are going to be jeonghan’s distraction and jeonghan would not be able to make good coffees anymore

there was a moment when you somehow realized that you already have feelings for him too,,,and you were kind of scared bc your friendship with him has grown so much and you didnt want to ruin it bc of your feelings

let’s not forget about jeonghan’s fans, right???

so one day, you were chilling with him again, when a group of girls came inside the shop

with soonyoung greeting them enthusiastically, they saw you and jeonghan being all giddy and happy while talking to each other

you were not sure if jeonghan saw it but you caught this girl giving you a glare

and she whispered smth to her friends and they gave you a glare too

fite me

tbh, you didnt like ppl giving you that kind of treatment, and jeonghan seemed to notice that you became quite uncomfortable, asking if you were okay

when soonyoung finally took their order, jeonghan excused himself to make the drinks

you might or might not had been watching his figure as he make the coffees

when he came back to hand the drinks to the girls, one of them had the aUDACITY TO WALK ON YOUR DIRECTION AND ‘ACCIDENTALLY’ SPILL THE VERY HOT DRINK ON YOU

SNDJSNLKS IT WAS SO HOT

you yelped in pain, jeonghan was shocked and panicked, the girl pretended that she was sorry, and her friends were quietly enjoying the scene

jeonghan ran from behind the counter to go to you

“can you be more careful next time?” you asked bitterly

and boy oh boy, the girl was like “maybe if you weren’t blocking the way and flirting with him then this wouldnt happen to you”

jeonghan for sure was so mad from what she said,, and you were not having it

“maybe if you were actually really nice then jeonghan would have flirted with you, but you’re not.”

YOU GO GURL

jeonghan bit his proud smile from what you said, but he was still kind of mad from what the girl did to you

“pls be careful next time and try not to hurt any customer” he said, a hint of annoyance was evident in his voice

then he turned to you and whispered “come with me”

you followed him to the storage room, and the girls were left in surprise,, while soonyoung cleaned their mess

as you entered the room, you plopped down on the small seat and a pout came on your lips “they ruined my shirt” you muttered

he was getting something from his bag, then he handed you a hoodie, “change your shirt with this, i’ll be back”

then he was out of the room,,

when you replaced your ruined shirt with his hoodie, an unfamiliar manly scent lingered in your nostrils

it was jeonghan’s real scent

not the coffee scent

but his real scent that smelt so manly

when he came back, he had a cold compress on his hand, and squeezed himself beside you

the drink was spilled on your side and near your chest, so jeonghan hesitated for a second before pressing the compress

“do you want me to do it or you can do it by yourself”

you chuckled at how flustered he was, ofc, you got the compress from his hand and put it inside the hoodie

while you did that, he snaked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him

then pressed his cheek on your forehead

djaslkdjsalkdj

“i need to ask my manager to ban ppl from going here if they’re going to cause any trouble”

and as he said that lowly, you wanted to melt in his arms bc he’s so sweet and concerned to you :’(

“you don’t really have to do that, you’ll lose bunch of customers. i guess, i’ll be the one to adjust” you mumbled

“no, i want you here. if you stopped coming, i’ll resign and apply to the campus cafe then”

that time, you were so sure that the feelings are mutual

so,,,,you pulled a way to have a better view of his face, then pressed your warm lips on his cheek

“spill. are you in love with me???”

“and what if i am?”

“i dont believe you”

then in a second, his lips connected with yours,,and he didnt pull away until you kissed him back

when the two of you separated, he muttered under his breath “you taste like coffee” and earned a subtle smack on his chest from you

and you started dating on that day thanks to the girl who spilled coffee on you : )

jeonghan didnt resign on his job,, but the girls just stopped showing up in the shop and he is more than glad

you’d still visit him, and he’d still give you a latte art

esp when you’re not feeling very well, he’d make a heart design for you

jeonghan just loves you so much

when you couldnt visit him, the two of you would just meet by the nearest park and you’d have your time together there

when he’s not working, you’d go into park adventures with ofc, a cup of coffee

bc jeonghan, parks, and a cup of coffee are your love :’)

maybe you love jeonghan a lil more hehe

and he does the same to you

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themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy · 6 years

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can u pls write a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is super depressed and Peter sees that she's a loner in school and then starts to fall for her?

Why me? - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: AAAAAA Peter is my favorite smol bean from the mcu he’s just so pure and I love him - will be happy to write as many fics as you need for him in the future guys.

Word Count: 2118

Summary: You’ve been empty for a while now, and all of the friends you used to have left you for happier people. You are quite shocked when the cute boy in your chemistry class suddenly takes an interest in you.

Warnings: Depressed reader. Tony “helping” with Peter’s love life which is absolutely a warning.

Peter stared at the back of her head with a small, dreamy smile on his face. You kept your head down, only glancing up to scribble the rest of the notes that the teacher was drawling on about. Ned peered over at him, interested as to what was holding his best friend’s attention for so long, and smiled when he followed Peter’s gaze to you. He had liked you for quite some time now and you had actually looked at him the other day, granted for only a second while he answered a question, but according to Peter, it was ‘the best thing that’s ever happened because sweet Christ Ned, have you seen her eyes, they sparkle in the light and she held eye contact and ahh’. He was quite infatuated with you. Peter was deep into his daydream about you being his, when a sharp voice yanked him out of his reverie.

“Parker, are the notes on the back of Mrs. Y/L/N’s head? The last time I checked, they were on the board, which is in front of you, in case you got too lost.” He felt his cheeks burn red, the one day that they were taking notes in chem instead of doing a lab, the one day he could afford to zone out, the teacher just had to notice him. He heard snickers behind him, and a small, “losers seem to like losers” from someone who sounded like Flash, he swore he was gonna thwhip his butt as soon as he could (hahaha I’m not funny).

He murmured a small, “sorry professor” and hastily began writing down the notes that he had missed. A few minutes later, he chanced a look up at you, and to his horror, he saw that you had sunk further into your seat, and your head was tilted down to your notes at more of an angle than before. He must have embarrassed you. You used to be somewhat outgoing, had even talked to him a few times, but in the span of a couple months, had receded into yourself and had slowly lost contact with those around you. Since then, you were quiet, didn’t speak. And often had purple bags under your eyes, he assumed from lack of sleep. These changes worried him, it was hard to see his sunshine, whether you knew you were his or not, become someone entirely different and unlike herself.

He was once again disrupted from daydreaming about you when the bell sounded, and at once, you shot out of your seat, dashing out of the classroom, and when he darted after you, saw you race into the bathroom, tears starting to stream down your cheeks. His heart clenched and he realized that Flash and his friends were standing where you were before, sniggering at your fragile emotional state. All he saw was red. It happened so fast. One minute he was watching them make fun of your feelings, and the next minute, his hand was gripping Flash’s shirt, pinning him to the wall. Ned flew to Peter’s side, pulling him off of the now shocked boy, and down the hallway before anyone could tell what had happened.

“What the hell Peter? What the hell was that?”

“They were making fun of her, they made her cry! She means too much to me to let them do that to her.” Peter snapped back, still fuming because of their taunting. He wanted to catch you on the way out of the bathroom, so he bid goodbye to Ned, and waited in the hallway next to the door. He was beginning to get discouraged after about twenty minutes, thinking you may have already left, but then he heard the door creak open, heard a sniffle, and saw you scurry down the hallway. He jumped up, racing after you, while calling your name. You turned around for a second, saw who it was, and ran even faster. He felt his heart crack at the sight of you running from him, and as you turned the corner into the main hallway, he managed to snag your arm, and pull you down a smaller corridor.

“Y/N, wait, what’s wrong?” he instantly regretted asking that, as you took one look into his hazel eyes, your lip trembled, and you fell limp, your body shaking with sobs. He caught you before you were able to slip to the floor and wrapped you tightly in his arms, feeling you tense. He pulled away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, and apologized for the hug.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. What’s wrong though? I won’t tell anyone I just want to know why you’re crying” he bent down slightly, recapturing your gaze as you tried to avoid his.

“I just- I don’t understand what I’ve ever done to you”

He was confused. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

She sniffled, and looked him dead in the eye. “I don’t get why you embarrassed me in front of the whole class, but I don’t want to know. I’ve got enough problems already. Just stay away from me.” And with that, she had slipped out of his grasp, and walked off down the hallway.

Peter was frozen in his place. What had just happened? He shook his head and followed her down the corridor, trying to see where she had gone, but he was too late. He spent the next three days searching for her, but she hadn’t shown up to classes. She had gone AWOL and no one seemed to have seen her since that day. Peter was discouraged, but he wasn’t quite ready to give up.

He went to the only person he thought could help. It wasn’t, as he looked back, a logical person to turn to, but he wasn’t really thinking straight. He had already asked May, and she had just said, “She’ll turn up eventually Pete, just be patient.” He couldn’t do that, so he went to the most impatient person he knew. Tony Stark. He hoped Tony would be willing to help him, he just wasn’t prepared for the advice he would receive.

“Mr. Stark? Are you in here?” Tony stuck his head out of the door, seeing Peter and usering him inside the lab.

“Whatcha need, kid?”

Peter swallowed, it was now or never.

“I was actually wondering if you could, um,” He tried to find the right words, all while Tony observed him, frowning slightly.

“Kid if this is about training again, I swear to god,”

Peter frantically shook his head, “No, no it’s not that, I, um,” he blushed, “I need help with a girl problem”

Tony smirked. “Well you’ve come to the right person. What’s the problem?”

Peter went to explain the whole story, but then realized that he didn’t really want to, especially not to his mentor. “She’s sort of disappeared, we spoke three days ago, and no one’s seen her since. I was wondering if you have some sort of tracker because you seem like you might i mean it;s advanced tech and I mean i didn’t mean for that to sound creepy, I’m so sorry, I just-”

“Kid, calm down, I can’t track her but I can figure out where she lives and we’ll go from there, cool?”

Peter let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t know where you were, but he knew with Tony’s brain, he wouldn’t have to wait long. He and Tony worked out where you lived, and Tony actually offered him a ride himself, wanting to see the girl who had his newest recruit so worried. They eventually arrived at the apartment complex, which happened to be right next to Peter’s. Peter raced up the stairs two at a time, while Tony, acting like quite the old man, lagged behind and complained about how Peter was going too fast. They finally reached the apartment number that Tony had found, and Peter ushered Tony behind the wall so that you wouldn’t freak out seeing the boy you were trying to avoid, and a billionaire knocking at your door.

He adjusted his jacket and shirt nervously, then knocked gently on the door. A little too gently. There was no indication of you having heard the knocks, so he did it again, harder. This time, he heard shuffling from inside, then a chain lock being unlatched. You opened the door just a crack, revealing a sliver of your beautiful face.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me?” You asked harshly, moving to close the door, but Peter thought fast and jammed his foot in the crack before it was gone altogether.

“Y/N, wait please, I just want to talk.” He begged. You evaluated for a second, Peter could see your face slowly morph into one of annoyance, but nevertheless, you opened the door and he was let inside.

He looked around your apartment and couldn’t help but smile at how you it was. Well, the you before you got sad. It fit perfectly with your previous personality, and he loved the way everything flowed.

“You wanted to talk? Do it then.” He was taken aback by the cold tone in your voice, but the pressure of your glare snapped any hesitation out of him. He launched into an explanation.

“I’m so sorry for what happened the other day, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, and I just couldn’t see anything but you. I’ve noticed that you’ve become sad over the past few months, you don’t smile as much, and you never hang out with anyone. I didn’t mean to egg Flash on, that’s the last thing I wanted to do, trust me. I just have liked you for so long, and I didn’t know what to do.” Peter blushed when he realized that he had basically just poured his heart out to you.

“I’m sorry, you probably don’t like me back, I’m just gonna g-”

“Peter, wait!” You grabbed his hand to stop him from walking through your front door.

His heart stopped at the contact. He had literally been fantasising about you doing this for so long, and it was really happening.

“Peter, why me?” He whirled around so fast he could have been mistaken for a tornado.

“What do you mean, ‘why me’? Why do I like you?” You blushed, looking down at your feet and nodded. He hooked a finger under your chin and pulled it up so you were looking at him.

“I like you ‘cause you’re beautiful, inside and out. I don’t care about what people say about you, people literally call me ‘Penis’.” at that you cracked a smile. His heart soared. “I love you for you, and not for your image that other people make for you. Your smile makes me want to kiss you and I-” he was cut off when you looked him dead in the eyes for the second time that day.

“Do it then.”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped your cheeks and leaned forward so your lips molded together. The kiss was sweet and gentle, and he found it impossible to resist wrapping an arm around your waist. The kiss was broken by the crash that sounded by the door, the two lovers startled to see Tony Stark in the doorway pretending like he had not just knocked over a picture frame in his haste to see the couple.

You turned towards Peter who blushed, and mumbled for you not to ask. You decided not to, and Tony apologized, excusing himself, but not before giggling, and reminding the two of you to, ‘leave room for Jesus’, which led to heavy blushing from the both of you. You and Peter ended up getting sandwiches from Delmar’s, and at the end of the night, Peter found himself laying on your couch, you happily sleeping, snuggled up next to him, and he couldn’t have asked for a better ending

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #mcu #the avengers #avengers x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader

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cecke8 · 6 years

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Your Ginger Housemate - Part 11

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So this one took me a while to write just because of its content. I am trying to make more excitement to what happened and give Jerome a bit of a backstory. Hence the length of the story. Yes, it’s huge, but personally, I’m thrilled with this one. Please show me what you think, and requests are open!

Your eyelids were heavy, slowly drooping over your eyes, obscuring your vision and taking you to a dreamless sleep… hopefully. Although not eventful, the stress of having your parents stay inflicted over you was immense. The homicidal maniac you harboured every hour of the day was enough stress for a lifetime. Of course, even something as simple as a good nights sleep must, also, be too good to be true. Why? Well, the rain, on the one hand, had begun to pummel onto the roof - you’d never been able to sleep in the rain, yet you still chose Gotham. On the other hand, a figure at the doorway hindered the light you had come accustomed to sleeping with.

‘Wait. What?!’

You bolted upright and opened your mouth to shout, but the figure lunged at you, covering your mouth and cutting any sound short. You began to panic, making muffled sounds behind the human muzzle.

“Oh c’mon doll, quit whining. It’s me. Who else, huh?”

You smacked his hand away from your face, humiliated and your heart pounding. Of course, it was him. No one else would come up here, not like they’d be able. You felt ridiculous for overreacting.

“Jerome, why the hell are you up here? And why the hell are you in my room?” You seethed, acutely aware of how casually he had taken refuge upon your bed.

“Y/n, have you ever tried to sleep in that basement? Hmm?” He tilted his head toward you, and although calm in demeanour, his voice was filled with accusation.

“Jerome, if my parents hear anything in here, they’ll come to check on me.”

“Don’t avoid the question.” He sang, bored. He must be really sick of your parental antics. “Wait, what? You are a grown human being whose parents still check on her?”

You sighed, “It’s just… their parental instincts. But they will. Honest.” Part of you got his point though. Still, he looked at you sceptically. You huffed a sigh once again, “Well, mum anyhow.”

Jerome paused for a second and seemed to lose focus on you. He sat there for a few seconds before his attention came back to you. But it was different. Calculating.

Then it was gone. Just like that. Jerome smiled, “Well, you have to admit, that would be pretty funny.”

“No Jerome. No, it would not.” You still wondered what happened in his head to lose focus so instantly. Wondering made you remember all your other… wonderings: Tyrone.

“Hey Jerome, since you’re here -”

“Anyway, you didn’t answer my question. Have you ever slept in the basement?”

“Uh, no, but I was wondering -”

“Right. Then you would not understand how freaking cold it is down there!”

“No, but… wait. Are you whining? About the cold?”

He looked away and eyed you in his peripheral vision.

You began to play with this, finally having the upper hand.

“You mean to say, the great Jerome Valeska is complaining about not being able to sleep… because it’s cold?” You stifled to hold in your giggles after using your voice of “grandeur”.

The ginger folded his arms and scowled.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” You struggled to stay quiet, but fits of laughter were harder to hold than you thought. Especially since you could finally direct it at Jerome!

“Oh, this… is too… good!” You struggled to get even a minimal amount of words out as sniggers and giggles escaped your throat.

Jerome looked at you with a sideways glance, quirking his eyebrow.

- Jerome’s POV -

“Right, then you would not understand how freaking cold it is down there!”

“No, but… wait. Are you whining? About the cold?”

Maybe she didn’t realise it, but it was freezing down there! I turned away from her, scowling.

“You mean to say, the great Jerome Valeska is complaining about not being able to sleep… because it’s cold?”

God, she just won’t shut up about this, will she? She even put on a, I dunno, ringmaster act? That’s the only thing I can compare it to anyhow. And the giggling! She’s gone into hysterics. Why?

“Wow doll, you feeling alright?” I haven’t seen her like this since… well, ever! I have never seen her laugh like this, even if she is trying to keep it quiet - unsuccessfully by the way. Hey, maybe her mom’ll her and come in to check it out. Oh, that would be funny. It’d sure wipe that stupid grin off her face.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine,” she huffs as she wiped tears - yeah, tears - from her eyes.

“Oh good. I’m thrilled.” Not really.

“Jerome… Are you still… cold? Hahaha!”

Seriously, how is that even funny? This is ridiculous, and she’s getting louder. I swear I heard stirring from the other room. This is getting tiresome. I may not be the most, uh, regular of people, but I do get cold. Is that so hard to understand?

“Glad you find it funny toots, but I must say, you’re a little loud dontcha’ think?”

Nothing. Y/n didn’t even pause. Okay, now I can hear mumbling. The floorboard on the left side of the parent’s bedroom creaked.

Yeah... I know which boards creak in this house and which don’t. It’s sorta, not a past time, but something I’ve done since I was around seven. I knew where every little creak and squeak was in the trailer. It helped me sneak out. Move around. Hide things and hide me. The same goes for this place. When y/n wasn’t around, or even at night - I don’t sleep much - I would find where all those loose floorboards were and which ones would creak. Pretty useful really. I mean, I’ve been out a hell of a lot more than y/n thinks.

Yep, there goes the one down the hall, in front of the bathroom maybe? That means no time at all. I sigh and turn to y/n,

“Now, quick question. What’ll Daddy do when mummy goes and spills the beans?”

Nope, there’s the creak at the bathroom door. Good, because y/n heard it and has time… sorta. Her eyes widen in horror.

“Jerome, please. She can’t!” She whispered.

I sigh, “’Okayyy sweetcheeks, but you owe me. Big time.”

Just before her mom gets to the doorway, I roll over the now blanket covered y/n and drop to the floor. It’s cold here too. Nothing I haven’t experienced before. I rolled under the bed and watch Patricia’s feet.

Mm, that’s what I thought would happen, overprotective parent checking on the daughter. She’s sitting on the covers now. Probably testing I’m not under the sheets. I hope y/n can pull this off because she’s a pretty shit liar.’

God, the floor is freaking cold. It’s gotten to my face, my hands, my knees, just my whole front now, but as I’ve said, nothing I haven’t experienced before.

~ Flashback ~

The rain pummeled onto the entourage of trailers, caravans and the large red and white tents. It turned the usual duststorm providing ground into slimey, wet sludge. Thunder rumbled across the sky and lightning revealed the silhouette of the large city. Gotham.

One trailer in particular, large silver just like the rest, contained too much movement for that time of night. Inside, a young boy with fiery red hair. He was the sort of boy who would have the most contagious grin, cheeky giggle and eyes full of curiosity. But this would rarely appear on his face. What would appear is cuts and bruises, and not just on his face, but on his arms, legs and torso. No one did anything. They didn’t help him, nor did they call anyone. Living in a circus and being one of the stragglers would cause that to happen. Even to the boy only aged nine.

He couldn’t remember when the rain started that night, but it never seemed to stop. This place liked to rain. The circus had been here twice now, and it always rained. This place, this city, liked clouds too.

Maybe the sun was nasty to the people here, so the city asked the clouds to protect it. He wished he had clouds to protect him from his mean sun. She was always mad at night. He didn’t know why, he just knew that when the big, smelly glass bottles come out, he needed to get out. But tonight he couldn’t. Tonight, the rain wouldn’t let him.

If he went outside and got wet, she would be fuming. If he got wet and muddy, she would be furious. It hurt when mummy was mad. She knew he couldn’t go out, but mummy got mad anyway.

It was worse when people were over. No, not people, men. The boy wasn’t sure why there was never the same guy. Sometimes he would remember them. This man wasn’t nice at night. Just like Mummy. He had used the big smelly bottles too. There were lots of empty one’s tonight.

“Jerome you little brat. Get out! Now!” Mummy screeched. She didn’t give Jerome enough time to escape. He was stunned instantly. I sharp backhand smacked across his face, causing him to tumble to the ground. Before he got to his feet the man kicked at his legs, causing him to fall. The man had already kicked him in the chest tonight. He wasn’t like some of the other ones that mummy would act sweet for. He was cruel.

The man thought it was funny watching something so small and pathetic tumble to the ground.

The mother just wanted him out of the way, behind the curtain. She didn’t care where he went, as long as it was away. She watched the little thing scramble away behind the curtain.

Jerome rushed to his little bed on the couch on the other side of the trailer. Usually, he’d take his pillow, blanket and a large bin bag outside under the trailer, so he didn’t have to hear everything so clearly. He was proud of the bag idea, it stopped his blanket from bringing dirt back into the trailer. It stopped mummy from hurting him. Tonight though, he couldn’t. That’s why the ginger boy didn’t like the rain and didn’t like this place. It made hiding hard. Escaping hard. Disappearing hard.

Lucky there was space under the seat. The little, fire headed boy slid his pillow and blanket into the dark area. He wriggled underneath the couch, into the hidey-hole. He pulled another sheet from on top of the hidey-hole to hang over the opening. It made it dark, and more hidden. They wouldn’t see him, they wouldn’t get mad at him, and they wouldn’t hear him cry.

The tears slid down his face, and quiet sobs escaped his throat. His ribs hurt, his face stung, his lip throbbed, and the cold wouldn’t leave him alone. It met his feet, his hands, and his back. Soon, it would meet the rest of him too, and wouldn’t leave him alone for the rest of the night. Nor would the pain.

~ End of Flashback ~

“Jerome. Jerome, it’s all good. She’s gone.”

“Yeah. She is.” I whisper, still in a daze. She’s gone, and she’s never coming back.

Y/n hissed my names a couple more times before I registered what she was saying. That it was now and not then. Y/n and not them. I thought I had forgotten that night. Obviously not.

I rolled out of the cold, confining place and jumped back onto the bed. Her door was closed now. Good.

“What’d you do, fall asleep?” She asked. I rolled my eyes.

“No dollface, I didn’t. I was thinking.” My mind is still on that night. I never fell asleep I don’t think. I don’t know. I do know that the next morning, just like any other, she coaxed me out of the hiding place, stroked my cheek and bruises and said sorry over and over again before offering some sort of object or activity we could do later to make it better. It would rarely happen, but being young and naive made me believe. Hope does that to ya’.

“Oh yeah. What about?” Y/n wasn’t gonna let up if I mentioned anything, but I knew what would.

“Sleeping arrangements. Imma’ sleep in here.” I shuffle under the blankets and put my hands behind my head.

Y/n was still for a moment. Ha, a bombshell dropped!

“But… I… you… they,” She was spluttering. I’m gonna have to fix this.

“Y/n, they’re not gonna see me. I don’t sleep much, I’ll listen out. Stress less.” She didn’t believe me. Time to change the subject.

“Hey, you had a stress attack before. Right?” She looked down.

“Yeah, I think so. Sorry, Jerome. It wasn’t nice of me to do that. You’re only human.”

“Thank you. That’s right. I am. Okay, now you sleep. It’ll all be fine. Trust me.” I smiled.

She smiled too, “You know Jerome, those words are never reassuring coming from you.”

I put my hand on my chest, mocking offence,

“Doll, how could you.”

She laughed at me.

“Get some sleep huh.”

“Yeah. M’kay.” She mumbled.

She lay down and drifted into unconsciousness. Finally. I lay there thinking about the memory. It was strange to have it back. It made me feel… helpless. I hated it. Even another memory, a more recent one, made me feel strange.

‘Well, mum anyhow.”

Hadn’t I said the exact same thing too… Barbara. The blond, snarky, crazy chick. It was… in Arkham. Hmm, that’s what it was. Dejavu. Wonder where that ill-tempered barbie is now anyway. Is she still kickin’? It’d be interesting to see…

Y/n moved closer to me, smiling in her sleep. Sleep: something I don’t come by often anymore. Being near her though, it makes me feel like I could. My eyes are heavy. You know what, being near her makes me feel like a can. Makes me feel like I will.

Okay, there you have it. I thought I’d add in the flashback to break the monotony. I’ve had quite a few ideas for Jerome’s past so there might be more where that came from. I hope it’s okay, sorry for the length, but I needed it.

For anyone who would like to know, I will now have a tag list. I will tag those who would want to be on here. Thank you for the idea guys!

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