#thank god i actually wrote notes when i was reading rocket start | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

andypantsx3 · 3 years

Text

say the word and you know i’ll follow

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 3,262 words

summary: While moving in with Shouto, you get caught up reliving the scene of his confession. Quite literally.

(A smutty oneshot sequel to my fic if i could keep cool.)

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, smut

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, cunnilingus, light bondage

notes: Also cross-posted on my AO3! The manga really has me all in my Todo feels rn but I don't wanna write a whole other fic before I finish the Hawks one, so please have this fluffy smutty one shot as a compromise. It likely won’t make sense unless you’ve read if i could keep cool first, so please check it out if you have the time!

It was sweltering when you stepped outside to make your way to Shouto’s apartment.

A thin film of sweat immediately began to build wherever your skin pressed against the box you carried, and the sun beat down furiously on the crown of your head. You instantly started to second guess your choice to take the train, wondering how dumb of a move it had been to decline an alternative means of transit. It was going to be like being packed into a sardine can and roasted over a hot stove.

Shouto had offered to send an agency car, but there were only so many more times you were going to make the trip from your crumbling student apartment to his place, and you had wanted to make the most of it. You didn’t even really need to bring boxes over just yet--as Shouto had hired a moving company to take care of everything next week--but you didn’t want to lose anything that was inside this one. This one held all your most treasured items--keepsakes from your friends, a pressed white tulip, and all the gifts Shouto had ever given you (minus, of course, the vegetables).

Steeling yourself for an uncomfortable twenty minutes, you set off towards the station, weaving through the tired crowds of people who looked just as sun-weary as you. Thankfully, with a hat over your face and a box you could shift to obscure your features, very few people seemed to recognize you as you did so.

A lot of the media attention surrounding your mishap a year ago had died down, and you had been good about keeping your relationship mostly private, so you weren’t exactly a household name to most people. But there were enough twitter-savvy teens and meme-literate college students that you were sometimes recognized as you went about your daily life.

This time, you were only eyed curiously by one pair of teenage girls as they bundled into the train car across from you, but they didn’t say anything to you, didn’t ask you to reenact the most embarrassing five seconds of your entire life into their phones, as many often did. The box hid you from the rest of the train car, and no one else seemed to take interest in your presence.

After exiting the train at downtown, you made it to Shouto’s building in record time, all but rocket-fueled by your desire to get out of the hot sun. The security team in the lobby of his building gave you friendly nods as you passed, one of them graciously pressing the button for the elevator so you didn’t have to fumble around your box.

You thanked her, making your way into the elevator and elbowing the button for Shouto’s floor. The elevator was even cooler than the lobby, and you shivered in delight as the frigid chill of air conditioning washed over you. God, this building was so fucking nice compared to yours. You were going to be spoiled as fuck once you lived here.

You made it to Shouto’s floor without incident, though digging in your bag for your keys was impossible at the moment, so you knocked on his door as firmly as you could manage with the box still balanced in your arms.

There were a few seconds of silence. Then, the door swung open and Shouto stood there, grinning at you.

His hair still looked a little damp from a recent shower, and he was wearing a dark button up over a soft tee shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He looked unbearably good, as boyishly handsome as ever, and your heart gave an embarrassing little stutter, like it always did whenever you saw him. You suspected it was always going to be like that, no matter how long the two of you had been dating.

Shouto’s eyebrows went up as he considered the box in your arms. That heterochromatic gaze picked over you curiously, expression going carefully blank, like it typically did when he was up to some mischief. And then, after a long moment, he spoke.

“You’re not wearing the scarf,” he said, sounding upset.

You stared up at him, feeling your brow wrinkle. The scarf? It was fucking summer, and the scarf was neatly tucked away in the box you were holding. It was literally boiling hot just outside the well-air conditioned hallways of his building. Why on earth did he think you would be wearing--

You inhaled a little sharply when the answer hit you.

The scarf.

The scarf was the first thing he had mentioned the day he had finally confessed to you. Well, after you had confessed first, really, on national television earlier that week, that you were thirsty as hell for him and were also really bad at picking up subtle clues. Or overt clues. Or any clues, honestly.

But now you were standing in his hallway with a box again, and he was clearly remembering what had happened the last time you had done so.

You wracked your brain for what you had said to him in reply that day, trying to hone in on the words past the sudden swell of embarrassment.

“Uh, it’s in here,” you finally replied, gesturing to the box.

That grey and blue gaze dropped to the parcel in your arms, then flickered up to your face. You pushed the box at him, the way you had the day he’d confessed, feeling just as squirmish as you had then.

What else had you said to him? Something very watery and over dramatic, likely. Something like...

“It’s all, um, there--if you wanted to check,” you said. “Except for the vegetables obviously. But I can pay you back, if you give me a couple months.”

Shouto was clearly suppressing a smirk as he feigned curiosity. “Pay me….what?”

You suppressed your own absurd laugh, wondering how far down mortifying memory lane he wanted to go.

“I also wrote down a recommendation for a new cleaning lady, if you want,” you said, patting the top of the box. “It’s in there. Her name’s Mika, she’s super nice. And I can message you or your manager when I have the money. Just let me know which one you’d prefer. Or I can have Mika drop it off.”

Shouto gripped the box, then, long, elegant fingers pulling back the flaps for him to peer inside. He looked absolutely delighted to find the scarf actually within. In one fluid movement, he pulled the scarf out, depositing the box behind him, and turned back to grab your sleeve, pulling you quickly into the apartment with him.

“Okay, what are you doing with the scarf this time?” you laughed, breaking character.

One white eyebrow went up as Shouto gripped your wrist firmly, eyeing you closely as he pulled off your baseball cap.

“Mm,” he hummed absently in his deep tone. “Something I should have done the first time.” He caught your other wrist, pressing it into the sinfully soft fabric of your favorite accessory.

You looked at him, bewildered, feeling your mouth twist into a slight frown. You rather liked the way things had gone the first time around, considering that you had ended up with a boyfriend at the end of it all. What was his bone to pick with the first time around?

“Uh, if I’m recalling correctly, the first time went great,” you said to him. “Like, really really great. Christening your countertops several different times great.”

There was a flash of white teeth as Shouto grinned.

“Ah, but I missed an opportunity,” he said. A soft sensation slid over your other wrist, and you looked down in confusion.

Then it hit you what he was up to, and your face instantly went up in flames.

A firm tug had your wrists knotted together, and Shouto smirked down at you, tugging you closer by the silky fabric of your scarf. Your stomach swooped at the intent look in his eye.

“I had been upset you weren’t wearing the scarf,” he said. “But there was an easy way to fix that.”

You swallowed heavily, your tongue feeling strangely thick. Your brain was suddenly, but predictably, very very empty.

“Y-yeah. But technically you, um. You did fix it,” you babbled helplessly, limbs growing shivery with static as Shouto pressed closer. He was so warm, and he was so stupidly handsome.

“I’ve, uh, worn it a lot since,” you managed.

Shouto considered you quietly, a familiar, wry little smile pressing at the corner of his mouth.

Before you’d started dating, you’d been confused as hell by that expression, suspecting it meant he was bewildered by your very existence but was too polite to say so. After just over a year together, however, you had learned that was just what his face did when he thought you were being unreasonably appealing. Which, mystifyingly, was mostly when the working part of your brain disconnected from your mouth.

You scrounged around for other coherent words, thoughts thick and sluggish, like you were thinking through pudding.

Shouto, however, was merciful, putting an end to your suffering by leaning down and taking your mouth with his.

All the coherent thought you’d managed to dredge up melted away like frost under the morning sun. You pressed yourself closer to him, leaning up to give him better access to your mouth. Shouto kissed you as stupid as he always did before a hot hand came up to cup your face, thumb sliding over your cheek affectionately.

“It seems I’ve got you in the scarf as I had wanted,” Shouto said quietly, once he let you up for air. “But now I find that the scarf is all I want you in.”

You opened your mouth to respond, though what you might have said was as much a mystery to you as anyone. But all that managed to come out was a choked, breathy little noise.

Shouto laughed.

Then there were large hands on your waist, and the next thing you knew, you were staring down at the wood paneling of Shouto’s floor as it moved underneath you. Shouto adjusted you over his shoulder briefly, and then he was charting a brisk course to his bedroom, depositing you like an errant pillow back onto his sheets.

Your cheeks burned as he crawled over you, gaze hot and searching.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked.

You nodded vehemently, eyes pulled to the little flat sliver of his abs where his shirt had ridden up.

“Good, yeah, I’m so good,” you managed to garble out. You were going to be so embarrassed about this later, but as usual when it came to him, you really couldn’t help it. If you’d learned anything in the year you’d been together, it was that you would always have the world’s fattest crush on Shouto Todoroki.

Strong fingers came up to grasp your chin, tipping your face up for another searing kiss. You managed to loop your bound arms over the back of Shouto’s neck, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and pulling him down to you more firmly.

Shouto flattened himself against you, so that you could feel every strong plane of his body, every hard muscle. You shuddered, and you could feel Shouto smirk against your mouth.

“Like that, do you?” he asked, hands pulling at your shirt. You wiggled so that he could pull it out from under you, sliding it up to rest just below the scarf. In the next second he’d also gotten you out of your pants, so that you were mostly bare to him in the cool apartment air.

Shouto looked you over for a moment, looking like he still couldn’t believe you existed. “Having you over the countertops was something that I wouldn’t change. Something that I won’t change, once you move in.”

Your face went hot and you squirmed underneath him.

“However,” he said softly, “I believe I would have liked to have been more deliberate with you. Taken my time with you,” he paused. “Perhaps...I might have made you come once for every photo of me on your twitter.”

The tips of your ears went hot. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t be serious.

You had deleted that twitter over a year ago, and though he’d apparently been allowed access to the contents by his manager (rude) there was absolutely no way he could remember how many pictures of him you’d retweeted. You’d been the one doing the retweeting, and even you didn’t remember, though you thought the number was probably embarrassingly high.

“There was like, one,” you squeaked out.

Shouto’s smile went dark and he leaned over you, his perfect, infuriating mouth so close he might have kissed you again.

“Thirteen,” he said, mouth brushing yours as he spoke. “There were thirteen photos of me on your twitter. All while you tried so hard to act like you didn’t want me, that you wanted to be just friends.”

“Hey, you said you wanted to be my friend,” you protested. You jerked when his hand slid up your side to cup a breast, thumb slipping under the band of your bra.

“You weren’t accepting my gifts,” he said, fingers grazing your nipple. You bit down on an embarrassing noise, letting out a sharp breath. “How else was I to make you take them?”

You opened your mouth to respond but Shouto made another pass over your nipple, and a moan escaped you instead.

“That’s right, love,” he said encouragingly. “Now I’m going to make you give me something in return. Thirteen somethings, in fact.”

He peeled down the cup of your bra, fastening his hot mouth over your breast. You whined, twitching when he flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly over the point of your nipple. A strong arm came up to press your hands down over your head.

“Shouto, thirteen is insane,” you panted.

He paid you no mind, instead swirling his tongue in a way that made your vision blur.

A tugging at your wrists made you look up, in time to see Shouto one-handedly looping the long end of the scarf through the slats on his headboard and pulling tight. Your whole body clenched up at the implication.

The slide of fabric over your breasts told you that Shouto had also managed to get your bra up, and hot mouth closed over your other nipple, long fingers carefully plucking at the other. “We have all weekend, love. Thirteen is ambitious but quite possible.”

You made a weak noise of acknowledgement, hips shifting forward against his stomach.

Shouto laughed, hot breath ghosting over your breast, and then he was crawling down your torso, hands grasping your underwear. He pulled it down slowly, torturously, until he managed to get it off you, then pulled your knee over his shoulder.

You whimpered, feeling like you might actually pass out from how hot he looked, one thigh thrown carelessly over his shoulder, gaze intent, staring down at you like a starving man looking at a hot meal.

You squirmed, trying to pull your arms down to get your hands on him, but the scarf held fast, pulling more firmly over your wrists.

“Shouto, please,” you said, though whether you were begging for him to touch you or to let you go, even you didn’t know.

Shouto seemed to take it as permission. Those two-toned eyes passed over you hotly, and then he was leaning down, biting down gently on the inside of your thigh. You jerked violently, but he held you in place, mouth trailing slowly, slowly down to where you wanted him.

You thought you might actually black out before he got where he was going.

“I can’t believe I ever told you you were unwelcome in my apartment,” he murmured, sucking a slow bruise into the skin at the crease of your thigh. “Once you move in, I’m never going to let you leave it.”

“Oh my god,” you said.

Shouto’s tongue flicked out, catching the edge of your sex, and you tried not to choke on air.

Then, finally, he moved, fastening his mouth over you, exactly where you wanted him. All reason completely left you.

After that, everything was an unbearable flurry of feeling--a soft tongue swirling over you, the tickle of his bangs on your stomach, the press of broad shoulders between your knees. There was the rasp of his sheets between your shoulder blades, the slow, deliberate press of two fingers inside of you, a firm grip on your thigh, fingers digging in tightly.

You could feel every point of connection with him, every minute movement of his mouth over you, and the sensation built up into something so horribly, terribly good. You were unable to do anything but writhe and pant underneath him, babbling something that sounded like it might be an approximation of his name.

Shouto hummed and sucked softly, those long fingers curling inside you. He finally hit a spot that made you see stars, and you practically lifted off the bed, back bowing. Shouto licked you through it, tongue curling expertly around your clit while you sobbed out his name, only slowing when your body went slack, collapsing back into his sheets.

When you could see straight once more, you realized he was staring up at you, that wry smile curling the corner of his mouth again.

You fought down a blush, feeling an embarrassed grin pull at the corner of your own mouth.

“You’re unreal,” you said. “I can’t believe I’m going to get to have you all the time.”

Shouto pressed a short kiss to the skin of your hip. “You already have me all the time.”

You flapped a hand in its bindings. “You know what I mean. I can��t believe we’re going to live together.”

His fingers slid gently over the back of your thigh. “I’d have had you in here sooner, if you hadn’t insisted on graduating first.”

You laughed. He was always so very straightforward about whatever he wanted.

He had been making very unsubtle noises about living together only a few months into your relationship, but you’d insisted that you wait at least a year. He’d grown up with more conservative mores, having been raised a rich boy, and taking things quickly once he knew he was serious about you seemed to be the style of things. But you, despite your frankly unreasonable thirst for your own boyfriend, knew the value of taking things just a little bit slower.

So you’d waited a year, just to be prudent, though you’d known all along how things would end up.

And now he finally had his way.

“I’m all yours now,” you promised, laughing. “Soon you’ll be sick of me hogging the bed, and leaving books everywhere, and getting so blackout at the farmer’s market that we don’t have room for all the vegetables.”

“Ah, you’re using me for vegetable access,” he accused, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the smile he was attempting to smother into your thigh.

“A girl’s gotta have her priorities,” you grinned.

Something lit up in Shouto’s gaze again, and he shifted up against your thigh to lean over you more fully. His fingers gripped the back of your knee tightly.

“I'll make you pay for that,” he promised darkly. “Twelve more times.”

You shivered as he took your mouth again, fingers sliding back between your thighs with obvious intent.

And then you really did. You paid for it.

Twelve more times.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto todoroki #bnha fanfic #bnha #smut #fluff #bnha x reader

559 notes · View notes

derivativealigner · 3 years

Text

Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.

#south park #sp rewatch #i made way too many notes #kenny used to get dialog in almost every episode #poor kenny #he really gets shafted later

62 notes · View notes

its-chelisey-stuff · 3 years

Text

My 2020 in dramaland pt 2/4

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it and happy holidays to everyone!! These are my favorite korean dramas of the year (I stand by these titles and I’m not ashamed of them lol). In chronological order:

My Holo Love: Say what? Who? First of all, I think this is a seriously underrated kdrama. I made a review on it here. Female lead had face blindness and Male Lead was a genius programmer. I know how this sounds but it all works for the plot, actually. Loved every moment of it (I watched it twice, and I rarely do that with dramas). A sort of sci-fi/fantasy romcom drama with a really unusual (and thus my favorite, EVER) love triangle and a nostalgic feel to it. While looking at my list of kdramas I knew I couldn’t treat Holo like all the others LOL it was special for me and still is.

OTP: They had sizzling chemistry! I honestly bought every cliche because of it. Including love at first sight.

Thing I enjoyed the most: The story was simple and had a lot of cliches but they kinda worked to the story’s advantage. This show is an example of why I fell for kdramas almost 10 years ago. Plus, the CGI wasn’t bad. It’s ony 12 eps and they don’t really last an hour. A one day watch.

Do I recommend it? I LOVED it, but I recognize it’s not for everyone, but if you’re looking for something fun, cute and light to binge-watch that still has some drama and a lot of romance and a happy ending, this is for you.

Find me in Your Memory: Beautiful. Awesome chemistry. Very romantic. She’s an actress, he’s an anchorman. She forgets a lot of things, he literally can remember most things REALLY WELL. She falls for him first, he tries to put distance because of his terrible past in his dating life lol but she wins him over and by the end, he loves her more than anything and anyone. They overcome a lot of crazy shit, and being together it’s hard, but it’s worse being apart. I made a review.

OTP: Loved them both individually and together. And honestly, THAT chemistry was perfect.

Thing I enjoyed the most: The chemistry and the acting by the leads. I became a fan of both because of this.

Do I recommend it? You really haven’t seen it? Please do it. Hahahaha Well, do it if you want to see a good melo knowing what that involves (romance, sadness, lots of tears, some frustration, etc). A really sweet and happy ending that was very well deserved. My favorite melo of the year Sorry Brahms!.Also, fair warning, it has a stalkers’ sub-plot.

The King: Eternal Monarch: You all know what this is about. And I said everything I wanted in my posts (I was mostly fangirling like crazy). Here’s my last one about it. I loved the acting and the story a lot. But I think the drama should have been longer. Also, I loved the energy of the actors behind the scenes, idk why, but it always warms my heart to see the actors get along on set. Sure, it could be a publicity stunt, but I just don’t think it was the case with this one. And I know not a lot of people liked the two lead characters and said they had no chemistry but imo they were great characters and the actors had LOTS of chemistry. It’s just that it wasn’t very well translated in the first eps, but it was fixed. This, I believe, was a more of a direction problem, rather than a script or acting one.

BTW if the drama was already about time travel and parallel worlds, I had NO problem believing in destiny and that the leads were meant to be. It was fantasy, you guys, not rocket science.

OTP: the main couple loved each other passionately and fiercely. He waited 20+ years to meet her and another 20+ years (practically) to see her again AND she was willing to risk getting stuck in a timeless void just to be by his side because otherwise he would be all alone. Now, that’s love! Personally, I loved their ending.

Thing I enjoyed the most: The King ahahaha I’m a shameless fan, what can I do? He was a good man and a gentleman but a ruthless king thirsty for justice and vengeance. I cheered when he killed his uncle lmao. Also, all the mutuals I “met” thanks to this drama. You guys made the experience even better with your posts and your theories!! *sends hugs*

Do I recommend it? Look the story is great in my eyes. I did understand it and the mechanics of the time travel and the parallel worlds. The King explained everything quite a few times. I say this because most people that didn’t like it say they couldn’t understand the story and/or it made no sense. To me, it did. But I can see why this wouldn’t be for all. That being said, I shamelessly recommend it lol.

More than Friends: The faces they’re doing in the poster, are the ones I did while watching the last 4 eps of this drama HAHAHA which made me real sad/angry because I LOVED the story from ep 1 to 12. So, this is on the list MERELY BECAUSE OF LEE SOO, the male lead, played by Ong SeongWu. I went crazy and wrote about almost every scene on the drama lol I was obsessed. You can read my review about the whole thing here.

OTP: Wonderful chemistry. The best either of the actors have had so far with any of their co-stars. Then again, SeongWu has only been in 2 dramas and 1 movie. And Shin YeEun hasn’t been in a lot but had really good chemistry with Park JinYoung in He’s Pyschometric. (btw that drama is superior, I highly recommend it!)

Thing I enjoyed the most: The magnificent character development that Lee Soo went through. He was a completely different person in ep 16 compared to the selfish jerk in eps 1-4 (SeongWu’s acting in this convinced me he is one of the best actors of his age, and one of the best idols turned actors at the moment). And I loved discussing this drama with the only other 10 people who were watching it hahaha Thanks y’all.

Do I recommend it? They advertised it as a romcom, but it really isn’t. It’s more of a slice of life/melo drama. I believe this is better as a binge-watch, but do not expect mindblowing plot, since it’s a character driven drama. So, do check out my review about it and have a go at it, I guess hahaha If not, you could see my posts about the show here and still know everything, because I pretty much covered the entire drama HAHAHA.

Note: I kinda think this drama is sort of a “500 days of Summer” situation, people either sympathize with ML or FL and hate the other. Or both HAHAHA It’s all about perspective, I guess.

Tale of the Nine Tailed: Everything you could ask for in a fantasy drama. For me, it was perfect and it made me cry like a baby. I made a review on the finale. I actually liked that he got his powers back at the end. Also, the main couple was the most functional couple I saw this year in kdramas. Which is crazy if you take into acount that he wasn’t human and both had a lot of pain and traumas from their pasts. Which shows that communication and trust is key to every relationship.

OTP: THEY LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH! AND WERE BOTH HOT. SO HOT FOR EACH OTHER. I kinda ship the actors now lol

Thing I enjoyed the most: Jiah, Yeon and Rang. The romance and the relationship between Rang and Yeon, which is what actually made me cry in the end. But we all knew it was coming.

Do I recommend it? Hell Yeah. Might not be for everyone, but if you like fantasy and romance, one heavily connected with the other, and the reincarnated lovers trope which I adore! then this is your drama.

Honorable Mentions:

You know, they almost made it. But something held me back. Still, it didn’t feel right to put them with the other dramas. So they got an honorable mention with my favorite ones.

Itaewon Class: This was, in general, a tragedy. But I loved it. Ooops. Dude was only stopping a classmate from bullying another and got his whole life ruined: got expelled, his dad was killed, he went to jail and had to start from the bottom and reached the top all thanks to one special and unique young girl. My eyes were full of tears when he finally got his happiness at the end and justice for his dad. Plus, it deals with a few topics that are still taboo in Korea. And the whole world tbh

OTP: SLOW BURN. Super slow lol For a moment there, I thought they weren’t going to be endgame, but they were and I WAS THE HAPPIEST.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Park Saeroyi and Yiseo. And the acting from the whole cast, actually. They did a really good job.

Do I recommend it? Yes. My brother hadn’t seen a kdrama in years and he saw this one. He enjoyed it greatly. I don’t know why I say this as if my brother were some kind of point of reference or expert in kdramas, but y’all need to trust me when I say this is impressive hahaha.

Into the Ring: This woman only wanted a job that could give her stability and a good pay check because her family was in huge debt. She ended up becoming a district representative that learned the real hard way a good person cannot live peacefully among politicians. She got the hell out of there in the end, thank God. Sera was a great heroine that really deserves to be called that. Loved her so much.

OTP: A super cute one that defied gender stereotypes in a delightful way. He was HER secretary at one point!

Thing I enjoyed the most: Listen, everything. It was really well done. I binged it in 2 weekends. I regret not doing a final review about it, but I just couldn’t find the time and if I do one now, it’s not gonna make the drama justice because I’m sure I’ll miss details. I did make 2 big posts about the sismance and romance.

Do I recommend it? YEP. Go see it now lol

Do you like Brahms?: Most people complained about the leads being way too depressed and miserable in the last third of the drama. I didn’t mind that, because you see, it’s what you’d expect from a melodrama lol What did leave this drama out of my favorites is the reason why they were so miserable in the first place and the 2 never actually had a long and meaningful conversation about their problems as individuals and about their relationship and it was SO needed. It was literally their thing at the start of the drama: the way they could be open with each other and communicate so damn well. But that was nowhere to be seen in the end. Still, they had a happy ending and after all that suffering, I appreciated that. I made posts about each ep. Here is the post about the last one.

OTP: Two introverts that kissed on a music room for the first time AND made out on a piano. ON THE PIANO, Y’ALL!! *fans self*

Thing I enjoyed the most: The leads. The only TWO decent people (and friends), everyone else was an awful person. Oh, and the team leader. Such a great lady!

Do I recommend it? OMG Yes? It’s hard to say it but I try to judge the drama overall and how in love I was for the most part rather than how much it frustrated me in the last few eps. If you want to watch a melo with classical music that instead of healing makes you sadder, a love hexagon that makes you want to kill secondary characters and an OTP that gets their HEA despite all that, this is your drama.

Live On: This is a last minute addition, but given the fact that it will air the last ep on the first week of 2021, it kinda technically counts as this year’s. And I do love it. A mini drama about high schoolers. Here’s my post about the first ep and about the most recent one (with spoilers) It’s just a really well done, romantic, cute and fun with touch of mystery, coming of age story.

OTP: The most popular girl in high school and the smart president of the broadcasting club. Started as strangers, then went on to disliking each other, became friends and then liked each other. Also, ML is quite straightforward and flirtily honest lol

Thing I enjoyed the most: How short it is and the pace of the story. The main couple and the way the mystery was written, not a lot so it’d make the whole drama just about that, but enough to make an interesting backstory that sets FL on her journey and in the process, brings the six main characters together.TW: the whole mystery revolves around bullying.

Do I recommend it? If you like high school romances, YES. It’s only 8 eps long! You can binge it on a saturday or a sunday and I assure you it won’t be a waste of time. Kinda wish I could erase it all from my mind so that I could experience the whole story right away. I envy those who can binge it.

#kdrama #the king: eternal monarch #my holo love #find me in your memory #more than friends #tale of the nine tailed #kdrama review #itaewon class #do you like brahms?#into the ring #live on #tkem #fmiym #end of the year drama review

66 notes · View notes

iam93percentstardust · 4 years

Note

hey! i hope you’re having an amazing day. this is just me popping in your inbox to say that’s youre one of my favourite writers and you got me really interested in winteriron (honestly one of the cutest ships) are there any fics/authors ii could reccomend?

Hi there! Thank you so much! I love this ship so much, they’ve got such potential for both fluff and angst. They really are one of my favorite ships to write and I’m glad I was able to write so much for them this year. I certainly do have plenty of recs for you, starting with my favorite authors:

@riotwritesthings: started writing last year, I highly recommend just about everything Riot writes but especially Road Hazards, Melt into Me (Your Words are My Own), and When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it)

@hddnone: so many stories and all so good! Has nearly 100 Winteriron works on ao3 and you will not regret reading any of them, though fair warning that some of them are Team Cap Critical. Especially recommend Honey Pot, You’ve Got Mail, and A Bit(e) of Danger

@monobuu: mostly an artist but sometimes writes stories as well. i recommend Ravioli, Invincible Summer, and Meet the Fam

@tisfan and @27dragons: can’t make a Winteriron rec list without including the both of them. They work together a lot but you should definitely take a look at their own stuff as well. I recommend Safe and (the) Sound, Kiss Me Thru the Phone, and Stark, Naked

@ad1thi: currently taking a bit of a hiatus and working on non-Marvel works but I love everything Adi writes, particularly her entire Bollywood but Make it Gay series, which isn’t always Winteriron but wonderful nonetheless. I recommend the Greek Gods AU, 1000 Lives (For You), and we’re connected

@the-winter-writer: lots of smut and all absolutely fantastic! I like Precious Treasure, Winter Wings, and Instinct

@rayshippouuchiha: definitely an iconic writer for this fandom. Really great if you’re looking for genderbends. Writes a lot of absolutely incredible fics and not just for Winteriron but my personal favorites are The (Not So) Great Pretender, Fearful Symmetry, and The Mistletoe Kiss Polka

Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar): once again very iconic. you’ve probably read at least one of their works even if didn’t know. I recommend Shameless, Today’s Forecast, and Practice Makes Perfect

@lovelyirony: mostly writes ficlets here on tumblr and a multishipper (I don’t know why I’m saying that like it’s a bad thing, I’m a multishipper), also a fan of Sharon Carter and that’s the thing that made me follow her so you know

@amethystinawrites: I only recently started working their works but I’m loving everything I’ve come across so far. I recommend Tech Support and I Won’t Hold My Breath

AvocadoLove: also writes a lot of Stony and Stuckony, which I love a lot, but for their Winteriron works, I recommend Amalgam and Dead Man’s Switch

Dracusfyre: another one I’m new to. I literally just started reading their works today so I don’t have any recs for them yet but one of my friends loves them so I’m going to go with you should definitely take a look at their works

Eirlyssa: has some anti-Team Cap works so keep an eye out for that if that’s not your thing but writes very good Winteriron. I recommend Guide Me Home (Guide My Heart) and Always (I’ll Be There)

@imposter-human: one of the first MCU blogs I ever followed! I recommend childhood memories, speak my language, and lost in translation

As for specific works I like:

Four Strings and Second Chances by Vashoth

It was reluctance to let one of his finest inventions ever out of his grasp that made him take a couple days over a week to send the arm to Pepper’s office. But all things considered, Tony figured that sending finest prosthetic that had ever come into existence--literally grasping an olive branch--was one of the classiest gifts he’d ever given. He’d included a note and everything. ‘Barnes,

Can help with installation. Or not. Up to you. --Stark'

Who is the Mechanic? by @akira-of-the-twilight

The Asset watched as his handlers brought in a stranger—a man with a metal object stuck to his chest that was hooked to a car battery.

The handlers shoved the man onto the stool where many who had operated on the Asset’s arm in the past had sat before.

“Asset,” one handler said, “meet the Mechanic. He will be responsible for the upkeep of your arm. Should anything malfunction, kill him.”

The Asset eyed the Mechanic. The Mechanic was glassy-eyed and unresponsive.

He’d probably be dead in a week.

The Fix by SleepsWithCoyotes

Right, because Tony...Tony fixes things. He remembers thinking that, not for the first time.

Paths are Made by Walking by @potrix-the-queerschlaeger

The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best.

Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

The Evidence by StrivingArtist

Didn’t notice. Right. Sure. Two brilliant minds, two super spies, and a god didn’t notice when the chattiest man they knew stopped making sound. They just seemed happier than before. Brighter and more cheerful than before. They just seemed like they were more comfortable with him around when he was stone silent.

Fuck it.

He knew they noticed.

And he knew they liked him better this way.

Shadowed Hearts and Winter Souls by NotEvenCloseToStraight

The mid-1800s and Antonio Carbonell Stark is caught in a scandal with his lover. Desperate for a chance to escape the trouble and his own broken heart, Tony accepts a proposal from a mysterious Russian heiress and flees the country.

Natalia Romanova is in trouble of her own and has enough secrets to make Tony's head spin but somehow they settle into a fake marriage and calm day-to-day together, and everything works... until her half brother comes home and their life is disrupted again.

James is somber and silent, brutal and nearly broken and scarred, a soldier of the resistance. His heart is cold and gaze like ice, but his hands are hot and lips are warm and Tony finds himself ignoring the blood on James's palms and the shadows in his soldier’s eyes, and falling in love.

When danger lands at their doorstep, Natalia and Tony have to pack up and leave, running away in the middle of the night and leaving their men behind.

The distance between Tony and James gets longer every day, and Natalia has been keeping a secret for that can’t be hidden much longer. With no place to call home and a thousand miles between them and the men they love, what are Tony and Natalia supposed to do?

Puppy Love by Reioka

Bucky is learning to become a person again. When some guy starts crying all over Natasha's dog, he decides he's doing better than he originally thought.

Describe Your Perfect Date by ali_aliska

After getting turned down by Bucky, Tony decides it’s time to move on from his massive crush. He tries online dating—Pepper’s idea, not his—but the only thing worse than getting rejected is getting rejected and finding out your soulmate-level match is Clint Barton, all in the same day.

Clint, of course, does not let opportunities like this go to waste, but he’s driving Tony nuts for a good cause, he swears.

Bucky’s just trying to do the right thing and fails spectacularly, but it all works out in the end.

Rocket Science by marsmaywonder and orbingarrow

Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”

What’s Good for the Goose by Taste_is_Sweet

For this nonny prompt at the Imagine Tony and Bucky comm on Tumblr:

"A soulmate AU where an immortal goose shows up one day to lead you to your soulmate, the challenge is surviving the goose." (Full prompt in notes.)

We all have soulmates, and every soulmate pair shares an animal guide. The Guide is there to lead you to your One True Love, and they represent the aspects of the psyche that you both share. They appear when you're about to meet your soulmate, and often materialize in moments of great personal crisis, offering hope and support. There are stories upon stories about how someone's Guide appeared to lead them to their One True, or how the barest glimpse of their Guide eased their hearts and gave them hope in the midst of despair. The newly-rescued almost always attribute their Guide with giving them the strength and courage to hang on.

Animal Guides are ephemeral, ethereal, and elusive. They are, most often, no more than a warm presence or flicker out of the corner of one's eye. They are incarnate symbols of perseverance, optimism and hope. Foretellers of happiness, and the grand destiny of love.

Except for geese. Geese are assholes.

and so, we unfold by TheKitteh

Senbazuru. Thousand Cranes.

An ancient Japanese legend that promises anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. Some stories believe you are granted happiness and eternal good luck, instead of just one wish, such as long life or recovery from illness or injury.

Bucky’s not big on believing in any legends, not after all that has happened. He just wants to create something for a change, not destroy.

He needs to prove himself that he can be trusted to handle something delicate. He doesn’t need a promise of a wish come true. He just,- needs to do this for himself.

He doesn’t need noticing how sad, tired Stark looks. Doesn’t need to want to do something for the man, when he can barely do anything for himself. --- Tony simply goes through days and motions. He deals with the Avengers, with R&;D, with the rewritten Accords. All of it, it’s nothing new really. He just wants to get things done.

What’s new is seeing Barnes hunched over the coffee table, one step away from ripping a glossy magazine apart in the middle of the night.

And why the hell Barnes keeps looking at him during the days after like he’s a puzzle to be solved?

Welcome to the Winteriron fandom! We’ve got a lot of incredible authors and artists both and this is just the tip of the iceberg!

#alle answers #winteriron #fic recs #have a great day as well!#hold-our-destiny

132 notes · View notes

ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years

Note

If you're still taking prompts maybe college Peter who has a newborn (up to you how that happened) no one but his close friends know about and one day he has to take him to class for some reason and the baby won't stop crying and Flash is being a dick and people are getting annoyed but professor Tony just asks if he can hold him for him and does so for the rest of the lecture and the baby chills out (an extra if you're into more peter whump maybe he's very much struggling to deal on his own?)

do the thing - send in all the prompts.

I really liked this one - I saw the original video of this idea and it was real heart warming.

warnings: underage drinking, minor character death

word count: ~3k

Peter never imagined a singular night of stupidity would change his life forever. Right before winter break of his senior year, Peter had the sudden epiphany that girls were not for him. He and Ned were looking at a The Rise of Skywalker magazine – a typical Saturday night for the two of them. Ned went on and on about how hot Daisy Ridley was, how her badass temperament made her even sexier – but Peter couldn’t take his eyes off the shots of Ben Skywalker. It wasn’t until Ned shoved his shoulder into his side that Peter noticed his own radio silence.

Though he pretended to shake it off for Ned’s sake, his mind kept playing on that fact over and over again. A part of him always wondered why he never got that excited about the dirty magazines the guys would pass around the locker room – or why dates with girls never ended up working out quite right. Some of his best friends were girls that he thought might make the perfect girlfriend, when in fact, they were the perfect friend, instead. It didn’t bother him so much as surprise him – the thought never crossed his mind before, but now – it was the only thing he could think about.

When Ned brought up a party MJ mentioned at lunch earlier, Peter jumped on the chance – it seemed like the perfect place to test out his new theory. Maybe if he just gave himself a chance to like a girl – it would all work out.

That was his first mistake.

The next occurred when he let Ned put cup after cup of whatever he found on the drink table in his hand. The last time Peter attempted to drink, he passed out with his pants down in the middle of MJ’s bathroom – upon reflection, he hoped that would have kept him from repeating the same disastrous action.

It seemed he had not had enough punishment for his stupidity – only this time, the result was not incriminating pictures and laughed away stories.

Waking up the next morning, Peter groaned as the world spun around him when he sat up. Blurry eyes took in the room around him and immediately felt panic. The soft violet on the walls was not the normal drab white of Ned’s bedroom, and the comforter pulled over his hips was certainly not the Batman one that his best friend kept spread across his bed. And the person next to him most certain was not Ned. In fact, he couldn’t even remember who the hell it actually was.

He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, his head still spinning slightly. His naked body clued him in on what exactly went down last night, though no memories of it were able to surface. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand the whirlwind of clothes on the floor and the odd soreness in the small of his back to understand what took place. Stepping into his clothes, Peter pulled out the little notebook he kept in his jeans pocket and tore out a page – his half-drunk brain barely able to translate a legible note.

In leaving his number, he never assumed the girl would actually get back to him. He couldn’t even remember her name – he still didn’t recall what happened that night. That’s why it was a total shock when she called, her voice a little shaky as she read his own note to him – each word one he remembered putting down on the paper. He clenched his jaw a little and stayed on the phone, the girl he now knew as Stacy had something to tell him. And man did he regret not hanging up the damn phone.

All of his plans to leave and head to MIT were put on hold the second he found out he was going to be a father. He felt May’s heart break across the room later that night when he told her the news. She wanted him to get out of here and do bigger and better things just as much as Peter did – probably even more so, if he thought a little bit about it.

The hug she gave him felt a little bittersweet. They cried together and then stood back up and made a plan. There were a lot of things that needed to happen before a new little person could take up residence in their small apartment.

It turned out that Stacy was a couple of years older than him and trying to navigate her way through NYU classes. She was a nice person and wouldn’t be too bad of a person to raise a child with. Peter told her up front that their time together was a mistake – that even after finding out about their soon-to-be son, he still didn’t think there’d be a chance for them.

It felt good to jump that hurdle before things got too complicated when the kid did actually come around. She seemed perfectly happy to share the parenting duties – it didn’t hurt that she fit in pretty nicely with May, either; the girls were always whispering about this thing or that whenever he and Stacy got together to go to appointments.

Seeing his baby’s face on the monitor every time they went in for a check up kept things in perspective for him. When May had to check him out of classes to make appointments, his stomach rolled a little – there were so many opportunities he was missing, and the kid wasn’t even there yet.

The heartbeat and promise of little hands that would wrap around his made it all worth it, though. He never thought about being a dad, there wasn’t time in a 17-year-old’s life for that. With it now on his doorstep, Peter’s brain wouldn’t shut down and think about anything else.

There was so much anxiety built up around whether he could be a good dad with very little resources and a singular aunt that would support him through anything, but had a life of her own to live, too. His deferment of his MIT acceptance chipped at the resolve he tried to build each day the arrival of his son got more and more near. Peter let himself be happy with the fact that he could still go to college at all. NYU was better than nothing.

When Atlas came around, it was with a mixture of joy and sadness. Right after holding him for the first time, Stacy simply dropped back against the hospital bed, her eyes shutting uselessly. Peter looked around with the newborn baby still in his arms, the beeping of machines and rush of people in the room making the boy wail – the stimulus almost too much for Peter himself. It never occurred to him that one moment would be the last time he or Atlas saw her. In one fell swoop, Peter became a father and sole provider to the tiniest human he’d ever seen.

The transition wasn’t very easy, either. There weren’t romantic feelings between him and Stacy, but she was the mother to his child, the person he’d come to know pretty well over the past 9 months. An aneurism seemed silly in a 19-year-old girl – yet, it took her all the same. One of Atlas’s first days outside of the hospital was spent in the small cemetery her estranged uncle picked to bury her in. He declined Peter’s invitation to hold Atlas and got in his car the second the ceremony was over.

Just like that, Peter had a three-day-old and the impending start of college classes. He assumed sometime in the near future he needed to get a job, too – but he could only handle a couple of big things at a time. Getting the baby settled and into a routine seemed like the most important thing, so he focused on that. May helped the first couple of days – her chill nature a little frayed now that a screaming child kept them both awake at night.

Atlas was just shy of a week old when Peter started classes at NYU. 3 of the 4 he signed up to take were cookie cutter prerequisites and general education classes. The pick of the loot as a freshman was not very rich. He did manage to snag a Biophysics class, though – his AP credit getting him something a least.

The professor was a gorgeous man with a neat goatee and the softest eyes. He spoke with authority and the distinctness that came from being extremely knowledgeable about the thing he talked about frequently. Peter spent a lot of his time in Professor Tony’s class alternating between drooling over how stunning he was and daydreaming about how much fun they could have together – if the older man would appreciate being called daddy the same way Peter wanted so much to say it.

The most standout piece of Mr. Stark came from the kindness he treated all of his students with. Peter absentmindedly forgot to turn in the week’s homework and wrote an embarrassingly long and blathering message about this and that as an excuse – and if he could please, for the love of god, turn the damn thing in. Tony’s response was swift and gentle, the man allowing him a couple more days to get it in without deducting any points. When it happened again the second week, he pushed the deadline back for Peter and the rest of the class. In all the unluckiness, Peter was surprised to find such a caring person in the most unlikely of places.

The next week, Peter was shaken awake by May, a distraught look on her face. “I know that you have class today, but I can’t keep the baby. I got called into work. I’m sorry, Pete,” May said softly, her eyes trying to stay soft, to stay under control the same way she’d always been. Blinking, Peter sat up a little – the sleep clung to him tightly, the crustiness in the corner of his eye making it hard to keep his eyes open. Atlas still wasn’t sleeping very well and there’d been many hours of rocking the night before.

“Okay. I got him. Thanks, May,” Peter replied blearily, his hand moving up to brush at his eyes. It took another minute or two to come around, then Peter was out of bed and moving into the kitchen – his body putting together a bottle and some things into a bag on autopilot.

He could probably change the baby’s diaper with his eyes closed now, too. Taking care of Atlas was all he’d done for weeks now, his classes the only thing that gave him sanctuary. Now, he didn’t even get to have that. Blowing out a breath, Peter got into the shower and got clean before Atlas was up and crankily crying out for him.

The idea of staying home didn’t hit him until about ten minutes into class when Atlas would not stop crying. The decision to take him came when he noticed that they were just a couple class periods away from the exam – he wasn’t sure how Tony tested and didn’t want to miss anything.

Atlas didn’t make a peep their entire walk over and when he sat down, he figured that trend would continue. After twenty minutes of it and Flash Thompson turning around three times to tell him to shut his kid up, Peter started to get out of his seat. It’d been a stupid idea in the first place.

All of the sudden, Professor Stark was in his row, his hands out in front of him. “I’ll take him. Do you have a bottle? I can feed him and talk at the same time,” Tony said, his face split with a soft grin. The man stepped a little closer and crouched down, his fingers wiggling in front of Atlas’s face. “What’s his name, Pete?”

Not knowing what else to do and suddenly so very grateful for the man, Peter turned the boy’s carrier and happily handed Tony his son – the older man cradled him carefully and stood up. He looked good with a baby in his arms. Peter reached out to give him a bottle and their fingers touched – a delicate zing that Peter couldn’t ever remember feeling before shot up his arm and settled in his chest. “Come talk to me later.” He flashed Peter a smile and started back down the stairs to the front of the lecture hall.

He tried to pay attention, he really did – but it was hard to focus when Tony was holding Atlas so delicately and swaying back and forth to mock a rocking motion. True to his word, the man continued to lecture – the normal talking with his hands transferred to his face, instead. His eyebrows hiked up his forehead and quirked to run a severe line between them while he spoke – the entire experience of it a little bit overwhelming.

Atlas finished the bottle a little bit into the more intense parts of the lecture – Tony simply put him against his chest and started to burp him while he described the math problem they were currently looking at on the projector.

The whole thing was too much and not nearly enough all at one time. It felt like a tease, seeing just how good the gorgeous man could be with someone so precious to him. The part of Peter that yearned for help like that made him want to cry – his eyes watering a few times throughout the rest of the lecture.

Flash looked back once when Peter was wiping at his eye and called him a pussy – the word not having nearly as much bite as it would have before Atlas came around. He was a father with a lot of shit on his plate – and far from the type of person that would run away from his problems.

For the rest of the lecture, Peter kept his eyes on the sleeping baby in Tony’s arms – of course he would be quiet for a complete stranger. Though, Peter understood the ability to be comfortable in the older man’s presence, he felt that way himself. Getting up when Tony dismissed everyone, Peter climbed down the stairs and put the carrier by his feet, a hesitant smile on his face. “Professor Stark, you have no idea how sorry I am,” Peter started, his words immediately cut off by Tony’s hand raising.

“Don’t apologize. You needed some help, so I gave it to you. Besides, Atlas and I are pals. He didn’t throw up on me,” Tony remarked, his eyes pinching at the corners as a stunning smile slipped across his face. “He can’t be too old. How are you coping with classes and a newborn?”

Without really knowing what was happening, Peter started to cry – the question making all of the thoughts he’d been holding back crash down over his head. He wasn’t coping – he did his best to survive and that was it.

Peter loved the hell out of Atlas, but parenting was not for young people. There was a deeply engrained need to make sure other people did not make the same mistake he did – having a child was absolutely no fucking joke.

Peter felt an arm wrap around him, the smell of cedar wood and something he couldn’t quite place invading his senses. Atlas was still fast asleep in Tony’s arms – the baby’s feet pressing into him a little when the other pulled him close. There wasn’t enough energy in him to feel embarrassed – it felt good to be held, so he leaned into the comfort of Tony’s arms.

“It’s alright, Pete. Let me help you.” Tony muttered the words softly, his tone of voice just as much for Peter as it was for the small baby in his arms. “I can take care of the both of you.”

#starker #ironspider #ask prompts #bobbie writes #au prompts #teacher/student au #anonymous #nonnie

65 notes · View notes

ardent-musings · 3 years

Text

The Girl Who Vanished (Part 1)

Chapter 7: The Diviner’s Accusation

"Bibiana, you've got to put that book down!" Lucian laughed, as he dropped his spoon in order to judge her better and smirk at her.

It had been around a month since she had gotten the book from Snape and despite her honest intentions to use it to prank the twins, she had actually found the book interesting. Sure, she was reading way more than required which even made Calista side-eye her, but she couldn't help it. It was fascinating to learn of all the things their incompetent DADA teacher wasn't teaching. This book was something she wished she could share with the rest of the first years. Merlin knows they could use it.

"Why do I have to put it down? I like reading," she defended herself. Refusing to take her eye off the pages, she reached out for her water goblet only to knock it over in the process. Quickly she lifted the book so it wouldn't get wet and Alex swiped it right out of her hand.

"You brought it to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff match last week, Ana. Enough is enough," Alex complained.

"That game ended with a 250 to 20 score, I'm sorry but halfway through the game it was pretty obvious who was going to win!" Ana countered, holding her hand out for her book.

"You bring it to the loo!"

Ana's eyes were like daggers on Alex, given that the girl had stolen her book, but also because she didn't need the rest of the Slytherin table to know that she did, in fact, bring the book to the bathroom. Ana nearly snarled as she reached out for the book.

"No, you don't deserve it back," Alex put the book underneath her and preceded to sit on it. Calista and Lucian laughed at her, as Ana continued to pout.

"I was just getting to the Accio charm" Ana whined. "I will go over there and snatch that thing from your under your butt!"

"I'd like to watch you try that one out, blondie," Lucian chuckled into his drink.

Maybe they were right. She had been reading that book for weeks, winter break was already approaching. It wasn't like she was neglecting her other classes. Godric, she had even been able to keep up with working with Professor Sprout in the greenhouses all this time. She would just flip through the pages of her book while tending to some of the more mild mannered plants. But still she was getting done what she had to.

"Why did you want that book in the first place," Calista asked her while she was pouring Alex more pumpkin juice when her glass got empty.

"I wanted a book that maybe had more outlandish potions in it; one that I could use to prank the twins," Ana admitted. "But Professor Snape gave me that one instead, and well. You can obviously tell I like it."

All though if she were honest, since she got the book, the thought of pranking the twins had pretty much entirely disappeared from her mind. She found herself more fascinated with the charms and incantations she found as she stayed up until two in the morning, scanning through the pages. Thank god her bed had a canopy to hide her reading or else that the girls would have another thing to make fun of.

"Well it's been weeks since they pranked you last, I'm thinking your window for getting them back has expired. Why bother at this point?"

Ana sat there waiting for either the conversation to end or her getting her book back. Neither seemed to be happening. A brushing of Lucian's arm beside her startled her; he had reached over to her fruit bowl and stabbed a strawberry. He held the fruit out for her and he looked at her like a mother trying to feed their insolent baby. She bit it off but not without rolling her eyes at his overprotective gesture.

"You haven't eaten at all, Ana," Lucian rationalized. "It's been half an hour and I'm not going to let you leave here without eating an actual meal."

"No meal, no book," Calista added while Alex began to shimmy side to side on top of the book for good measure. Alex cheekily winked at Ana, while Lucian held up a fork to her. She took it reluctantly, figuring that they were right. And as if on cue her stomach began to grumble and all of them laughed at the sound.

"Okay, fine," Ana conceded with a giggle as she began placing some food on her plate. Whenever she felt like she had enough, Lucian would serve another scoop and gave her a look that told her she shouldn't complain. And the more she ate the more she realized that maybe her attention had been too involved in the book. Actually talking with her friends and hearing what happened at the Quidditch game she neglected to watch felt made her realize just how distracted she had become. But she was excited to start spending more time with them again.

After she had eaten probably the more food than all of last week, Ana was tiredly rubbing her stomach. She hadn't eaten everything Lucian gave her, but also he gave her enough to feed a troll. He began scraping at the bits left on her plate when she shook her head furiously. She couldn't eat another bite.

"Lucian, cool it. She's gonna explode if you keep force feeding her," Alex joked, while splitting a brownie with Calista, giving the other girl the bigger half.

"Piss off, Lex," he laughed, letting the fork go with a clang.

"How are you feeling now?" Calista began pulling apart her half of the brownie.

They all looked at her with prideful smiles. They had gotten what they wanted at her expense. But Ana couldn't ignore how much better she felt having eaten.

"You know, maybe the twins got bored of me," Ana laughed. "I mean the prank idea seemed good at the time, but they haven't done anything outrageous for weeks!"

"So you're going to return the book?" Alex asked, slipping the book out from under her butt. She held it beside her, flaunting it like a bag of one million galleons.

"I'm not going to return the book," Ana reached for it and Alex whipped her hand back to sit on it again. "But I will cool it with the reading."

Alex looked at Calista for confirmation and the girl nodded. Regretfully, Alex gave her the book which Alex immediately put into her bag. She wanted them to know that she was there with them in the moment. Reading before bed could be her thing instead, she compromised.

The four spent the rest of the meal talking about the upcoming Quidditch match which was going to be between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Lucian was bouncing with excitement, probably producing enough energy to light up a small town. That was until Derrick pulled him to the side to talk about practice. Calista was telling Alex all about a muggle movie she just had to watch and Ana just enjoyed watching all of them engage in their small conversations.

Her eyes drifted over to the Gryffindor table to see the twins dangling a piece of spaghetti over Lee's head while Angelina started launching meatballs into his mouth. They were laughing and reeling when Lee started swatting the food away., which made Ana smile. They were annoying but she was content knowing that within their circle, they were happy like she was. Maybe their mutual hatred would disappear and they could just exist in the same space together. Ana imagined she could settle with that. George nudged at his brother when he noticed the girl was staring at them. She quickly replaced her smile with a pointed look, not wanting them to know that she was looking at the group admirably. She was a Slytherin after all.

Fred then pulled out a napkin and swiped a quill out of the hand of his brother Percy, who was trying to study beside them. The older boy hardly protested, and George hovered over Fred as the boy began scribbling. His twin was giggling, looking pleased with whatever his brother wrote. With a fold of the paper and a flick of his wand, the piece of paper, rocketed into her lap, nearly hitting Alex in the back of the head.

Given up, Malfoy? Make your move or we'll just have another go.

Gred & Forge

Lucian looked at the note and scoffed, looking up at the twins and playfully beckoning for them to approach him while banging on his chest. The twins laughed in response and Fred winked over at the two of them. Alex grabbed the note and asked her if she was going to prank them back.

"I don't think so," Ana sighed. "To be honest I don't think I care enough to devise a whole plan just for a prank. Sure their reaction would have been priceless, but ignoring their little pranks sounds far less exhausting."

"Good call," Calista beamed at her friend from across the table, popping the last bit of brownie into her mouth.

"Besides, I want to spend more time with everyone before Christmas break!" she admitted. "I guess I didn't realize how much I've been neglecting you guys."

"How very touching," Aeron sniggered as he zoomed past the four of them, not stopping for them to respond to his intrusion. Alex jumped to her feet ready to pounce, until Calista grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her back down.

"One day he needs a whooping!" Alex shouted, making the three of them burst out laughing. All of them had been thoroughly annoyed with Aeron, and to a degree they all agreed with her. The sound caught the attention of Fred Weasley. The sound of Ana's laugh was something he noticed whenever it popped up. It didn't happen much, so when she laughed with the entirety of her chest, he couldn't help but notice. Maybe one day he could get her to laugh like that.

But as quickly as the sound came, it grew further and further from him as she and the rest of her friends got up and headed out of the Great Hall.

"No, Calista, I don't know what a Walkman is!" Ana giggled as her friend was going on a rampage about some muggle group called Nirvana. From what Ana could tell the songs they sang were all a bit mad. Alex and Lucian kept asking questions about the musical group when a tall, scraggly woman stumbled around a corner and into Ana. Lucian caught the girl before she could slam into the ground, and the woman used Ana to regain her balance.

"Professor Trelawney are you okay?" Lucian asked the frazzled woman, her eyes magnified by the huge lenses that sat on her pointed nose. The woman however did not care for Lucian as she grabbed Ana's shoulders in a bruising grip, and hoisted her up against the wall behind her, smacking the girl's head on the stone.

"Professor!" Lucian bellowed, coming over to Ana's side. The woman's clammy forehead pressed firmly against the Ana's as she bellowed in a demonic tone-

"The child born in fire and smoke, born under the reign of Ganymede will prove to be most helpful when her body returns to the earth!"

The woman was screaming at Ana with only an inch between them and it took all of Ana's energy to not burst into panicked tears. She tried to struggle out of the woman's grip, but the professor's bony fingers dug even deeper into her shoulder, practically splitting the muscle in half. Ana let out a cry of pain but that did nothing to help. The girl's legs had been hauled off the floor by the Professor's talons, resulting in bleeding digs at her skin.

"Coming from many, belonging to none, liar to all, loyal to some. She will cease to exist at the hands of those that lay in her very house. From once she was born, forever the parasite, she will relinquish all she has gained in order to vanquish that who tore her in two."

Ana dropped to the hard floor in a heap, her legs collapsed beneath her once she was released. Her head was spinning and she could hardly breathe. The knot in her stomach and the pounding in her head wasn't just from the roughness of the teacher, but her words made Ana break out in a cold sweat. She was shaking violently, unable to wrap her head around the vitriol the professor spat at her.

Alex and Calista helped her to her feet, noticing the blood on the back of her head and at the base of her neck. The splotch of red completely soaked through the silver of her hair. Her skin had been scratched raw at her shoulders. But Ana couldn't focus. She couldn't focus on being led to the hospital, or when Professor Trelawney came out of her trance in a snap.

But a pair of red heads watched with worried eyes as she stared out into the distance, emotionless and stiff. The only thing the girl could focus on was the blurry lights that clouded her vision and the passing of the school walls until she was placed on a soft surface. As soon as she was laid down everything went black.

The night had passed by in a whirl. She remembered leaving the Great Hall and then being scared half out of her mind by someone with the largest eyes she'd ever seen. Everything was a bit blurry, but the woman's eyes stuck out. That and the deep growling voice that felt like blades across the skin. Or maybe that was just the woman's nails that did a number on her shoulders that really felt like knives.

Ana found that a large bandage had been wrapped around her head and plaster was stuck at the base of her neck when she woke up. Her shoulders ached and the split on her head hurt, but it wasn't the most banged up she'd ever been. She began stretching, trying to loosen the stiffness in her muscles when a glimmer of glass caught her eye and she found a vial next to her bed.

Please don't get injured. It makes delivering your medicine incredibly hard on me. -S.S.

She rolled her eyes at her professor's note; of course he would make it about himself. But she did appreciate that he was able to get it to her, so she drank it without hesitation.

An echo in her head kept replaying the words that the woman said. The pieces were scattered and she knew that she would not be able to make sense of it all on her own. The room was nearly empty except for a sixth year Ravenclaw who she had learned was injured in the Quidditch game she neglected to pay attention to. He had is arm in a sling and his foot was elevated on some sort of a contraption that was connected to the ceiling. She started regretting not seeing that injury take place. It must've been gnarly if that was the aftermath.

A few hours passed and as soon as Madam Pomfrey opened up the doors to visitors, Calista, Alex, and Lucian rammed themselves into the wing. They began to bombard her with questions about her condition and they brought her strawberries and a mountain of baked goods from the Great Hall. Madam Pomfrey hollered at the group for how loud they were at so early in the morning. The Ravenclaw student stirred uncomfortably in his sleep.

Her friends were going back and forth about what could've possessed Trelawney to act that way, juggling between drinking an insanity poison and being cured. They spoke of it so lightly as if they didn't even care about what the teacher said, but her mind was reeling at the memory. Lucian was sitting at a chair to the side while the girls sat at the base of her cot. Ana found that nibbling on her chocolate chip muffin was the best use of her time.

"Hey, Malfoy," Lucian leaned in, crouching himself in half in order to get near her. "You okay?"

The girls stopped talking to pay attention to their friend, Alex took it upon herself to nibble on one of Ana's bagels. Calista smacked the girl's arm, so Alex offered her some.

"I just-" Ana kept picking at the muffin, scraping the crumbs off the wrapper, "I can't help but think about what she said."

"I know! She sounded so angry," Calista agreed softly.

"It's not about how she said it, Cal, okay?" Ana sighed, trying to make sense of her own thoughts so she wouldn't come off the wrong way. "Trelawney said some creepy stuff and I just don't know what to think about it. But you guys are only concerned about how she was acting. Why is no one but me worried about what she said?"

The girls looked at each other nervously and Lucian dragged his stool closer. He looked at her sullenly, letting out a labored sigh as he struggled to find something to say. Ana stared at him in anticipation, eagerly waiting his comment while fearing it at the same time.

"The thing is, we don't want you to worry about what she said. One time she said that a dragon was going to sweep me off my feet. And I don't think I'm going to be fancying a date with a dragon anytime soon," he chuckled lightly, trying to make the situation less heavy. Ana humored him and offered him a soft smile but she knew it wasn't going to be convincing. "I understand why you are upset though. Trelawney didn't say the most cheery things, did she?"

"No, she didn't. Merlin, what did she say? Something about 'being useful when she's dead'? What does that even mean?" Ana slumped in her cot, her feet resting on Alex's lap.

"I don't know how anyone can be useful when they're dead. Because, well, they're dead," Alex wondered.

"Thank you so much for your input, Alex," Ana mocked with a smirk which Alex responded with by sticking out tongue.

The large wooden doors creaked open and a pair of red headed boys walked in silently which was a sight to behold. Those boys were never ever silent, and yet they marched over to her with smirks on their freckled faces. Without a word, they bowed at the hip and George held out a piece of parchment to Ana which she accepted cautiously. As soon as the paper left his hands, they sprang back up and ran out the wing. They didn't even make eye contact with her; they were in and out so fast.

Ana started giggling as soon as they left the hospital wing, and she stared at the tiny piece of paper in her hand.

Considering your condition, we'll call this a cease fire. You have the holiday break to relax. But once we're back in January, it's game on.

Gred & Forge

"They are sparing me until next year," Ana laughed as she passed the parchment to Calista, who chuckled and passed it to Alex.

"They don't know that you've given up on pranking them do they?" Lucian asked her, laying his elbows on her cot. Thankfully, she was sitting crisscross or else there would be no room for her to be on her own bed. Ana shook her head at the boy and he smiled widely. "Well enjoy your month and a half of peace because that's the most you're going to get."

Ana hated it, but he was right. She grimaced at the thought and laid her head back, accidently smacking her sore head on the iron rail of the cot. Lucian jumped at her smack, looking at her with a pitiful smile as she rubbed the sore spot. Winter break couldn't come fast enough.

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley x oc #bibiana malfoy #the girl who vanished #tgwv #tgwv 1-7 #enemies to friends to lovers

2 notes · View notes

gumnut-logic · 4 years

Text

Need (Part One)

Title: Need

Part One

Author: Gumnut

8 Mar 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: We need to do what we need to do.

Word count: 1944

Spoilers & warnings: Season 3

Timeline: Sometime after the end of season 3

Author’s note: This last week saw my muse completely fry under stress, mostly from work. I didn’t write for something like five days. I couldn’t write. It was bad. Nutty was a frazzled mess. So, when I did start writing, I didn’t care what I wrote as long as I managed to get something down on the page after being unable to for so long. So, we have the beginning of another fic. I have written and completed Part Two and am into Part Three so there is more to come, I promise. This does not mean I’m abandoning any of my other WIPs, I just need to be kind to myself or I’ll end up writing nothing. This is better than nothing, trust me. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

This is in answer to the ‘brain trauma’ prompt from the whump prompt list. Many thanks to @sofasurf for the suggestion and the plotwork chat ::hugs you::

Many thanks to @scribbles97 and @i-am-chidorixblossom for the read throughs and reassurance.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

“Dad, I’m over eighteen. It’s my leave, I can do what I want.”

It was said calmly, without malice, but Virgil still frowned as he walked into the comms room.

“Regardless, Alan, I still don’t think it is a very good idea.”

Just as equally calm and considered. Their father was standing near his desk frowning at Alan who was in the sunken lounge not quite glaring up at his father.

“It is safe, Dad. The track has the best safety record on the planet.”

“It is still car racing, Alan.”

“I fly a rocket. How can racing a car be more dangerous than that?”

“It isn’t the car. It’s all the other cars that complicate the matter.”

“That’s what makes it fun!”

“Alan-“

“I really want to do this, Dad.” A swallow. “And I’m going to. I’m sorry.”

Virgil watched as his father straightened, his expression stiffening. “I only want you to be safe, son.”

Alan climbed up out of the pit and approached their dad. “I know.” A hug was offered and the older man drew his son into his arms.

Only Virgil could see the desperation in his father’s expression as he scrunched his face up behind Alan’s shoulder and the engineer realised neither of them knew he was there. Virgil had the sudden urge to backtrack and get out of the room before they discovered him.

Too late.

A pair of grey eyes opened and caught sight of him and widened just slightly.

Father and son parted. Alan, still unaware of Virgil’s presence, looked up at their dad. “I’ll do you proud, I promise.”

Their father looked down. Quietly. “You already have.”

A nudge and Dad indicated Virgil’s presence.

Alan jumped.

And so he should. This was a discussion that had already occurred between Scott, Virgil and Alan on several occasions. Sure, now his brother was eighteen and technically he could do what he wanted, but Scott had forbidden it multiple times already.

“Oh, hey, Virg.”

“Alan.” He put everything he needed into his little brother’s name.

Dad frowned.

Virgil narrowed his gaze to the young astronaut. “Scott is working on One. You should go give him a hand.”

“Virg-“

“Now.”

Whispered. “FAB.” He slunk out of the room, his expression one of dread.

That left Virgil with his father.

“Hey, Dad.”

The older man turned back to his desk and poked at a holographic file. “Good morning, Virgil.”

“How are you feeling today?” He couldn’t help himself. He probably shouldn’t ask but his concern for his father was a physical thing that gnawed at him in the dark.

Those broad shoulders tensed up.

No, he really shouldn’t ask that question every morning. Damn.

“I’m fine, Virgil. You don’t need to worry.”

“I’m sorry, Dad.”

His father turned slightly to look at him. “It is understandable, but you really need to worry less.”

Virgil snorted. “Habit.” Scott had been worrying him for a lifetime. Dad was just a bonus round at this point.

Of course, that word earned him a frown. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Was on my way down.” When he heard his little brother wrangling his way into getting what he wanted. Scott was going to strangle him when he found out.

“Mind if I join you? A little brunch wouldn’t hurt.”

“What time did you get up?”

The grey glare hit him between his eyebrows and he threw up his hands in defence. “Okay, okay, no more questions about your health.”

“Your Grandma already roasted me this morning. The two of you are going to need to coordinate.”

He had to snort at that.

The two men trotted down the stairs to the kitchen together, rustled up a rather indulgent meal and decided to partake it out on the patio. For once in his life, Gordon was not in the pool, so they had the glorious morning to themselves.

He didn’t fail to notice that his father couldn’t help but stare up into the blue of the sky as if he couldn’t believe it was that colour.

Virgil focussed on his coffee and its gift of sanity, its warmth crawling into his belly and booting his brain.

“Has Alan been driving long?”

An arched eyebrow in his father’s direction. “Not really. He learnt a couple of years ago with Parker, like all of us, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to upkeep the skill.”

“Then why...?”

“He has a thrill-seeking friend. Brandon Berenger.” Initially, Virgil had thought it a great thing for Alan to hang out with the teenager. Scott had his reservations, but had agreed that living like a monk on an island in the middle of the Pacific was not healthy for any of them. Alan found a friend, so he spent time with him.

The problem was teenagehood.

The arguments were inevitable.

“Alan is not stupid, he just wants acceptance with his peer group.”

A wiry smile curled his Dad’s lips. “I remember that.” It slipped into a grin. “Do you still maintain all those piercings?”

“Daad!”

His father held up his hands. “Hey, I did warn you, but you were just as determined.”

Virgil glared at him over the rim of his coffee cup.

“The purple hair was particularly entertaining.”

“Oh god.”

His father snorted and laughed. “Don’t worry, son, we all look back and groan. Trust me.”

“Sure. I bet you were as sharp and as perfect as Scott.”

That earned him an arched eyebrow. “What gave you the idea that Scott was perfect?”

“Uh, the grade average and the air force uniform?”

Another snort.

“What?”

“Not my story to share.”

“Oh, c’mon, if you’ve got dirt on Scott...”

“Of course, I have, Virgil. I’m his father.” The grin was genuine. “It is my prerogative to know all the embarrassing things about my children.” But then the grin faltered.

Virgil reached out and grabbed the older man’s hand. “There is plenty more to come. I have no doubt that Alan will screw up multiple times between here and his twenty-first. Enough for a movie marathon, Dad. You’re here now, we value that more than you can know.”

A shaky exhale. “I’ve missed so much, Virgil.”

“We’re still here. We still love you. It wasn’t your fault.” He had said those words so many times in the last year. At his father’s bedside. In the dark of night after nightmares. He had done his best to reassure, to reinforce the man’s confidence.

The irony was that the father he knew before his stranding wouldn’t have taken so much notice of his son’s opinion. Their relationship and most definitely been father and son. Now the relationship had changed. Jeff Tracy wasn’t as strong as he used to be. He had been shaken, he doubted himself, thrown by what he had missed and didn’t know about his sons. Grandma was there for him, but it was with Virgil, not Scott, the man was willing to discuss some of his concerns.

Virgil was both grateful and worried about this state of affairs. He helped in any way he could. Caught between a sometimes frantic Scott and an injured father, it was a challenge. But if they needed him, he was there.

Of course, that was the very moment his comms went off.

“Hey, Virg, have you got a spare hydrospanner?”

Virgil rolled his eyes and thumbed his collar. “Gordon, where is yours?”

“Uh...”

“You know if you put them away when you’ve finished with them, you tend to be able to find them next time you want them.”

“Augh, yes, Mom.”

His father raised an eyebrow.

“You borrow mine, it goes back when you are finished.”

“I know the rules, Virg. Where have you stashed it. I’m in your workshop and I can’t find it.”

“Gordon-“

“I’m in a hurry, Virg. There’s coolant leaking all over the deck of module four.”

“What the hell, Gordon?”

“Kill me later, spanner now.”

Virgil shot an apologetic look at his father. “I’m coming down.”

“Virg-“ He killed the connection.

“I’ll be back in a moment, Dad.”

The eyebrow was still raised. “Take your time. Sounds like you’ll need it.”

Virgil glared at him and stalked his way down to the hangars.

-o-o-o-

Virgil loved his aquanaut brother, but although the fish could manage maintenance on his ‘bird, anything more complicated and he really needed a hand. Virgil was quite happy to be that hand on most occasions, but a little more notice would have been useful.

He left the aquanaut scrubbing the deck of module four and headed back upstairs to finish his breakfast.

He actually enjoyed moments with his father. They had connected in a way since he had come back that hadn’t been possible before. And he cherished it.

Of course, it hadn’t been perfect. He never expected it to be, but to have the chance to talk with his father in any way was such a blessing, he could only value the opportunity.

So, he was a little disappointed when he heard his father talking to someone else as he approached from the kitchen.

“You should be proud. He is so much like you.”

Virgil stopped where he was. Who?

“He has your eyes and your kindness, and such strength.” His father sighed and Virgil slipped quietly closer, trying to see who the man was talking to.

The patio was empty except for his father.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Lucy. I don’t know... I try to be their father, but they don’t need me anymore. And Alan...”

The lone figure fell silent and for a moment, his head dropped to stare at his hands in his lap.

“Alan is a young man I don’t know. I love him, honey, and I know you do, too, but I don’t know him. I’m trying. He’s trying. But...love, it’s hard.”

Virgil’s eyes widened and something in his heart snapped. “Dad?”

His father startled and spun in his seat. “Virgil?” But instead of embarrassment or worry, a grin split his face. “Did you save your brother?”

Virgil blinked, his whole emotional state sideswiped and struggling to right itself. “Uh, yeah, we got Four’s temperature regulation system back in one piece. I’ll need to restock our coolant supplies on our next run.” His father had been speaking to his mother. “Dad, you okay?”

Those grey eyes narrowed into a flat stare. “Haven’t we already had this conversation?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” His heart was thudding in his chest.

His father frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, sure.”

Those grey eyes assessed him in a way eerily similar to his eldest son. “Gordon difficult?”

“Huh?” He blinked. “Oh, uh, no. He tries. I have to give him credit for that.”

“That is all we can ask of anyone.” Those eyes were still staring at him.

“Yeah. Uh, I need to speak to Scott. What have you got planned today?”

His father shrugged. “More catch up. Gordon has me for more rehab this afternoon.”

Virgil nodded once. His father was reading mission reports and Tracy Industries updates, slowly coming up to speed on what had happened over the last eight years, realigning himself knowledge-wise as his body slowly did the same. “See you at lunch?”

“Of course.” The frown deepened. “What is it, Virgil?”

Virgil straightened and took better control of himself. “I’m fine, Dad.” A blink. “Take it easy.”

Those grey eyes rolled in their sockets. “I couldn’t do anything else with you around, could I?”

Virgil’s smirk was forced.

“Love you, Dad.”

His father sobered a little, a small smile curling his lips. “Love you, too, Virgil.”

A soft smile, and Virgil turned and fled.

-o-o-o-

End Part One

Part Two

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #jeff tracy #Virgil Tracy #Alan Tracy #Gordon Tracy

46 notes · View notes

killuzumakii · 5 years

Text

Life Goes On

Endgame Spoilers, if you haven’t seen the movie do not read this.

Summary: You are an avenger and this is your pov of endgame. You and Peter had also been dating before the snap. Obviously you aged but he hadn’t so when he came back. he didn’t understand why you two had to break up.

Warning: Angst and major character deaths

Authors Note: If there is any mistakes, I’m sorry. I wrote this on my phone. And I know this is probably really bad but I just had this idea and wanted to write it. And it’s a lot longer than I meant for it to be, sorry. I will take any criticism, I wanna get better at writing so lemme know how you feel!:)

You had lost Peter when you were 16. Your mother always told you that you were one of the “lucky” ones. You didn’t believe that, you just wanted Ned, MJ, Peter, hell even Flash back. You and Peter met when you were just kids. You became good friends very soon. You stayed friends til high school. Then Sophomore year came around and you two started dating. Y’all did everything together, practically unseparable. Y’all went on so many dates and adventures. You guys fought crime together, those was some of the best days. You still remember the first time he web swinged with you. You were so scared that he was going to drop you but he did as he promised and you guys got there safely.

**Flashback**

“Peter wait up” you said as you ran after him. “Did you forget I can’t swing from building to building!” You yelled up at him. “Oh your right, sorry I forgot.” He said as he dropped down and waited on you. “I’m just saying but this would be a lot easier if you would just let me hold you and swing.” He said crossing his arms and his eyes squinted a little. It was cool how the eyes on his mask can change shape when his eyes do. “So you drop me and I die???” You said completely exaggerating. “I’m not gonna drop you, I promise.” He said as you caught up with him “We would get there faster, ugh fine but I swear if you drop me and I don’t die. I’m gonna kill you.” You said as you wrapped your arms around him. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He knew you so well. He wrapped one arm around you and got ready to web swing with the other. “Hold on tight and whatever you do don’t look down.” He said as he took off.

**End of Flashback**

You still remember your first date.

**Flashback**

“So where are you and Peter going?” You mom asked as she helped you with your hair. “I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me.” You pouted a little, you wanted to make this the best date ever. But you had no cool where you were going so you didn’t know what to wear. If it would be cold or hot. Fancy or casual. But you calmed yourself down and finished getting ready. “Y/N Peters here.” Your father said from downstairs. “I’ll be right down” you said as you slipped on your jacket and went downstairs. “Hey Pete, you look nice.” You complemented him. “Thank you but you look beautiful tonight. Uh n-not saying you don’t usually look beautiful. Y-you always look beautiful.” He was adorable when he got flustered “Thank you.” You giggled and thanked him. He took you to a museum, it sounds lame but you loved it. It was a museum you had been dying to go too. And you to also had a nice dinner. Then he walked you home. “Okay so if you could have the power of invisibility or super strength, which one would you choose?” You asked him “hmm I’d say super strength, maybe that would get Flash to leave me alone.” He answered “What about you?” He asked “if definitely choose invisibility, think of all the pranks you could pull.” You answered “the pranks are tempting to think about but I’m gonna have to stick with super strength.” He said as you two walked up your stairs. “Well thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun. And if you’re free next weekend I’d like to take you out.” You said with a smile on your face. “I’d actually love that and I had a lot of fun too.” He said with an even bigger smile on his face. “Good, I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Be care ful and goodnight Pete.” You said and just before you went in you kissed his cheek. He got so red, it was adorable. “G-goodnight Y/N. See ya tomorrow”

**End of Flashback**

Your first kiss

**Flashback**

You and Peter was out and about. Just walking and enjoying each other’s company. Asking crazy and weird question about anything. Playing little games like ispy. “Ispy with my little eye the prettiest girl, I’ve ever met.” He said as he looked at you “ohhh that’s a hard one, is it that old women crossing the street.” You answered “yes actually, I was just about to leave you for her.” He said with a little laugh at the end. “Oh good, then I can ask Thor out.” You said. “I don’t blame you, Thor is so beautiful. He may be the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you close. “No, he doesn’t hold a flame to you.” You said as you hugged him. Sadly you was at your house again so it was time to part ways. “Thank you for another wonderful date. I had a great time. And I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” You said as you turned to go inside. “Wait can I try something?” He said “uhh sure, as long as ya don’t kill me.” You both just kinda stood there for a second. You didn’t really know why he was taking so long but it was cold out and you needed to go lay down. “Pete are you gonna do anything?” You asked. Before you could say anything else he grabbed your face and kissed you. It was a small kiss but it was still a kiss. “Um I-I”ll see you at school tomorrow.” He panicked and ran off before you could say anything.

**End of Flashback**

But 5 years had passed since he died and you moved on. But you hadn’t forgotten. You had got a bf/gf and was happy again. Then one day Tony Stark showed up at your door. It was bizarre because you haven’t seen him in 5 years. It was a lazy and warm Sunday afternoon, when he came.

“Hey kid.” A smiling Tony Stark said as you opened the door. You could tell it was a fake smile. He was obviously still affected by the snap. He’d lost so many people that meant so much to him. You know that he blamed himself for what happened, but it was no ones fault. But just like you, he had also moved on, he had a family now. He had a little girl. Morgan, you’d only met her once. It was when she was first born, she was so small and beautiful but you knew she would be just as great as her father.

“Hey Mr.Stark, I don’t mean to be rude but what are you doin here? I haven’t seen you in years.” You asked him as you opened the door to let him in. “Oh uhh come in.” You invited him in. “Thank you, I thought you were going to make me stand outside” he said with a slight smile. He walked in and looked around. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes” he looked back and laughed a little “my apologies, but how have you been?” He asked while removing his shoes. “I have been good, thank you for asking. How have you been? But before you answer would you like some coffee, tea, water, bourbon?” You asked while walking to the kitchen. “I’ll take some water but you might want some bourbon for this conversation” he said with a little humor behind it but you could sense the seriousness behind it.

“So what you’re tellin me is that, you are going to create a “time machine” to go back in time and stop all of this. Listen Mr.Stark I love ya but that doesn’t seem possible.” You said, completely doubting the genius. “I know it sounds crazy but we’ve tested it out and it’s gonna work. We can bring everyone back” he said, hoping you’d agree. “Don’t give me hope. I have finally moved on and I’m happy. Sure the world is in shambles but maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.” You said avoiding Tony’s eyes. “Are you really giving up? Don’t you want them all back. We can make this right. I just need your help. Please y/n.” He pleaded. You sighed and agreed. “Okay I’ll help but please don’t let me down.”

This whole “time machine” didn’t take as long as you thought it would. You didn’t know if it would work and you didn’t have much faith in it but you hoped it would. “Alright let’s get started” Bruce said as everyone walked up the ramp. You were going with Thor and Rocket. “Remember we only have enough for a trip there and back for each of us, let’s make it count.” Steve said and right after you all were tiny and going through time.

“Okay so we got one chance at this, let’s not mess this up you guys.” You said as you all touched down in Asgard. You felt for Thor, not only was he back on his home planet long before it was destroyed, Loki was still alive, so was his father, and his mother. You knew this would be hard for Thor. But you had faith in him and hoped he wouldn’t mess this up. “You don’t have to worry about me. I am fine.” Thor said even though you didn’t believe him you didn’t say anything . But rocket on the other hand was quick to say something. It went in for a few minutes him trying to talk to Thor, thor having a panic attack, then rocket slapping him. Unlike Rocket you actually tried to help Thor. “Listen Thor, I know you miss them. I know how bad you want to talk to her again. But doing so could mess everything up.” You said rubbing his arm “you’re right, I will get the stone and leave.” He said nodding. You three started to walk away, discussing the plan. But when Rocket asked Thor a question and you got no response you knew he had went to go see his mother. “Shit, I swea-“you cut Rocket off “leave him be, it’ll take us to long to find him. Let’s go find Jane and get the stone.”

Thankfully you three got back safe with the stone. Clint came back but Natasha did not. You were upset, you got along with Natasha. She taught you how to fight and use weapons. She didn’t deserve to die. You just hoped that no one else would die. But just like before, you all had to move on. Tony built a gauntlet for the stones. Thor wanted to wear it but we all agreed god or not, he wasn’t strong enough. So Bruce did it, you hid behind Thor for protecting. Unbeknownst to you all, the Nebula that you all brought back wasn’t the right Nebula. It was 2013, evil Nebula. And she was getting Thanos to you all. Bruce snapped his fingers and restored everything but Thanos was there with his army and he wanted a fight. You heard Sam “on your left.” “Oh my god, we did you.” You said as you looked back and seen everyone coming back. For a second you forgot it was a fight and almost got stabbed but Thor saved you. It was time to get serious. You fought long and hard along side everyone else. For a second you thought Thanos one when he snapped but nothing happened. Somehow Tony got the stones and was able to snap. The last thing he said was “I am Iron Man”. You knew he wasn’t going to live, it wasn’t humanly possible. You watched as Peter and Pepper spoke to him. Peter was a mess. It was sad, after 5 years they had finally seen each other just for Tony to die. But at least he died a hero and doing something he worked so hard to do.

It was a little after the funeral. A lot had happened. Steve went back in time to give the stones back but stayed and lived his life out. And when he came back, he gave Sam his shield and made him Captain America. Thor went with the Guardians, you don’t think he’ll be back. Pepper was holding up okay, Morgan was sad but she didn’t really understand. Peter was a mess. But life had to go on. You hadn’t spoken to much to peter but you had too. It was important.

“Hey Pete. Um how are you?” You asked as you handed him a cup of water. “I’m okay, it’s just hard. Everywhere I go I see his face. I just miss him so much.” He said and you saw his eyes water a little bit and his voice quivered. “Hey it’s okay, I understand. You’re allowed to be upset and cry. It’s better to let it out then hold it in.” You soothed as you rubbed his back “thank you Y/N. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. You haven’t spoken to me much or came around.” He said as he looked at you “well Peter I’ve been trying to think of how I do this. I’ve been trying to give you enough time to grieve but I’m just holding off at this point. Listen okay, I missed you so much Peter and I’m so happy you’re back. But we have to break up.” You told him, sadness lacing your voice. “What? Why?” He asked in a panic. “Peter I’m 21, you’re 16. I aged, you didn’t. If I stay with you 1. I’d be cheating and 2. I should go to jail. I’m sorry and I know this is a bad time but I’ve got to do it.” You said, trying to comfort him. “I understand, I can’t believe I forgot you aged. It hurts but it’s the right thing to do. We can still be friends right? I can’t lose you as a friend.” He said looking at you “of course we can still be friends. Don’t forget, I’ll always be here for you Peter.”

@blackreaders-assemble

108 notes · View notes

softhaos · 5 years

Text

ONE (1) YEAR OF SOFTHAOS

fellas, as of today – jan 14th 2019 – softhaos has turned one year old!! honestly, i never expected to last this long?? over the past year, i’ve gone through many ups and downs, made close mutuals, received so much emotional support from all kinds of people on this site and overall, i’m so thankful that i pulled my shit together and joined the community on tumblr!

i still remember clearly when i first started out with this blog and posted the neighbor aus and got SO much support for it?? like?? i never thought it’d come this far where i could touch readers’ hearts with my word vomits?? that’s just insane. and even if you don’t read my works yet still follow me: wow, i’m so grateful that you managed to cope with my bullshit – be it from my undying hatred towards pcy and kmg, me abusing the uwuwuwu or my personal thoughts.

in other words, this is my message directed to everyone: thank you for keeping up with my bullshit uwu

now on to the part where i thank specific people for making my existence on this site more bearable,, i’ve left a message for everyone i tagged (i would’ve tagged literally everyone but i’m a stressed student i am so sorry if i forgot you kjldl and i would feel bad if i didn’t leave a note to everyone i tagged) and the list is in alphabetical order! @ anons i also left notes from you at the very bottom.

@baekberrie 💌 even though we just talked once literally two days ago thanks to my clumsy ass sending you an accidental ask, i’m so glad i actually did. pola (okay i got this from your about page im sorry kljsdl) you’re an amazing, kind and talented soul with whom i could’ve talked hours about soft bbh if it weren’t for my tiredness. i’ve only read your junmyeon oneshot so far but trust me, i’ll get to that cuddling fic with baek real soon once i’ve got more time uwu you’re honestly a talented writer and i hope we get to talk more in the future!

@baekbuns 💌 i’ve known you for how many days already you anon thot and i really can’t believe that i was vv intimidated by you at first (not gonna lie, you still scream bde but that’s another story-) hope, despite you trying to steal pretty much everyone from anyone, it’s still very fun to fight talk with you and you’re also an excellent writer uwuwuwu i am still very attacked by the thought of bartender yixing one day I WILL SUE YOU ALONG WITH PCY

@baekwell--tart 💌 bella!!!! ngl i’m still very pissed at myself for not realizing you from your old url but i’m glad i found you again!! (did i find you again? idk anymore i suffer from short term memory but i hope i got my point across sdjlkj) you’re such a warmhearted person and i’m really grateful that i got to know you. however, you’re also a funny person and that also shows in your writing - istg one day i will probably have “perpetual boredom” tattooed on my forehead don’t ask why that description of sehun will NEVER fail to make me chuckle!! you deserve all the love and happiness in the world and so much more uwu

@boosoonhao 💌 i know i keep repeating myself when it comes to you aj, but i really have no idea what else to say. i wrote it in the letter, i expressed myself way too often in the tags whenever i reblog your works, yet here i am doing it again (and maybe even more exaggerated than usual, we’ll see): aj, you are one of the most talented writers i’ve ever known and one of the greatest blessings in the community. there, i said it and i mean it! you are one of the very few i know that doesn’t shy away from fantasy-ish aus and executes them brilliantly. the way you have with your words is just fascinating and i find myself sometimes jotting down what you wrote for future references? but writing skills aside, you are a beautiful and kind person and up to this day the key chain you sent me is still intact. aj, thank you for blessing me, blessing everyone with your talent and general existence.

@byuncaa 💌 bianca you smol soft bean you have my heart right there and though we don’t know each other for so long, i hope we get to talk more in the future uwu you’re such a cute soul gaaah it really makes me wanna send you all the soft memes i possibly own anywaY i hope you just stay as bubbly and bright and adorable as you are uwu

@cafechenle 💌 hani, kaito kid, i don’t know whether you’re still alive on tumblr or not but idc i’m still writing this to you anyway. you’re one of the first people i’ve met on this site and gOD i remember it as clear as day where i was so close to blocking you within the first few minutes of knowing you. yes, i’m talking about the entire mansae chan era discourse. anyway, we don’t talk as much but i hope you’re doing fine my wee lil silver boys supremacist!!

@changbeanbag 💌 landon, we literally just met yesterday but as you can see, i don’t care and i’m writing you a wee lil note anyway. you, my dude, radiate uwu energy and ngl i may have squealed when i saw your tags in the ask i sent you teehee - i hope we get to talk more in the future (that is, if school hasn’t killed me until then-)

@changbiinn 💌 kirra, you beautiful, blue haired visual goddess who has everyone else (including jisung yES I WENT THAT FAR) looking like a mere smurf and found dead in a ditch! i didn’t think i’d get an instant dm from that one inkigayo shitpost but you went ahead and proved me wrong sjljlks timezones fuck me up all the time but nonetheless i hope we get to interact a lil more and gET ENOUGH SLEEP OR ELSE

@cheolsjigyu 💌 MISS VAN NO I DID NOT FORGET YOU HEAR ME OUT. first of all, how could i forget you when you provided me all the great twt aus and the wild chats we had back in?? sometime early last year i guess. it’s been a very long time since we talked and i’m sorry i couldn’t reach out to you any time sooner due to school and the usual stuff (also, uh, i’m not the biggest friend of tumblr dms and barely check any messages there so there’s that too) believe it or not i still wheeze whenever i think of your fic swing baby because goddamnit that jyp song was one repeat for a good week. anyway, i hope you’ve been doing well and are not at the brink of near death like me uwu

@cherryxiu 💌 gran, frank, satan incarnate, whatever else i call you. you may fuck me up with the pcy i’ve never asked for but i hope you know you have a soft spot in my heart (i’ll never say that out loud again tho so see it as a one of a time thing). you’re my fav minseok stan and while i wouldn't necessarily jump off a cliff for you, i’d jump with you uwu anyway, aggressively refrain from sending me more pcy content i’m just trying to live an easy life here. but knowing you, you’ll definitely pretend as if that last part was never written so why do i even bother-

@chillihansol 💌 hanni my child!!! i hope you’re doing fine, aren’t as stressed anymore and have received the love you deserve and more!!! i still remember when i was highkey intimidated by you so i went on anon but then somehow you were startled by my lil threat and then i became your mom anon? funny that has changed over the time skldj hanni, i don’t regret ever going on anon for you and you’re an amazingly talented writer. i already said it once but i’ll say it again: guns n roses was the first svt fic i read on tumblr and just thank you for creating that piece uwu

@choco-seventeen 💌 miss choco, i almost tumbled down the nonexistent stairs in my apartment when i saw you ??? sliding into my dms ??? and then reading my word vomits ??? and then you followed me ??? and everything that followed after ??? i don’t know what in the world i did to have you notice me and up to today it remains a mystery to me ngl. we love a talented, kindhearted, fantastic, stunning, visual writing queen who is ofc the right person to love thanks to the avatar discourse she started!!! choco, keep on enlightening everyone’s life with your mere existence, the tags you put in your reblogs that make me smile and of course, wonderful stories <33

@custardheart 💌 taylor, i don’t think we have ever talked (unless you approached me on anon maybe then maybe yes??) but i just wanted to thank you for blessing my notifications. you’ve been supporting me / on my notifs for quite a long time - may i say you’re like one of the first followers i had when i first started out? THAT’S how long you’ve been here already and i can’t thank you enough <333 (please don’t ask me why i know that but goddamn every time i see that jeonghan profile picture i already know it’s you djklj)

@dinoshaur 💌 sha! lee! i know we barely talk to each other but i just wanted to use this opportunity to thank you for making some of my days with your astounding fics!! one of my favorite works from you will always be “flower crown prince” because you have NO idea how much i struggle with finding seungkwan fics dkkjljlk i’m sorry i didn’t submit anything for the lfw challenge i really tried to make it but you know, life problems happened whoops. i wish you all the happiness and inspiration and love from chan himself you gifted angel uwu

@forevershua 💌 dear fossil mother ryan, i can’t believe i internally pronounced your name wrongly for pretty much half a year knowing you. please forgive me. okay, but all seriousness aside, you’re one of the closest people from this site!! i really love you so so much though i can’t guarantee that i love you as much as you love jeonghan more than shua; i still shed tears whenever i pull out your two postcards - especially the minghao one; i think i suffered from mild heart palpitations when i got it in the mail (and still do). i hope we get to meet this year and possibly clown rat together and just stay the somewhat sane person left in the gc <33 p.s HOW DO YOU FUNCTION WITHOUT A FRIDGE I STILL CANT BELIEVE THAT

@gamerwoo 💌 rocket, you’re always active when it’s the ungodly hour where i live and it has happened more often that i stay awake because of you. not only do i have loads of stuff i can queue from you (teehee) you recently started posting stories again and the ones you hammered out lately just??? do things to me??? for real though do you have sadistic tendencies or somethin because you posted TWO (2) nsfw stories that I indulged at 2 AM IN THE MORNING. aside from that minghao and junmyeon stuff, uuuh, i finally got around to finish your ghoul au which i completely adore!! i’m looking forward to your upcoming works uwu and hope you get all the positivity and good vibes only uwu (p.s i have to confess: my dumb ass seriously thought the “woo” in your url referred to jungwoo and for some good weeks i thought you ult jungwoo rIP ME)

@hearttoshu 💌 jess, i don’t know what in the world i did to have you notice me because i’m gonna be honest here, i was scared of you skaljdlkjslkj please i don’t even know why, you seemed very intimidating but i was proven wrong in an instant!! you are one super soft bean with hq gifs and a love for jun and shua that reaches up to infinity and beyond!! your tags always get the best out of me and i’m really grateful for having you in my life uwuwuwuwu

@jejublr 💌 ew rat, you’re finally adulting. jokes aside, you were the first victim to fall under my disastrous typo errors and may i say that i’m just simply ICONIC for forever slapping that legendary nickname on you uwu nat who?? we only know RAT. you’re the one person i can always run to when more serious issues are bugging me since i guess you can relate the most to my personal dilemmas and i just wanted to thank you for being there for me <33 that, and for keeping gran somewhat at bay. i hope we get to meet up this summer where i’ll feed you with lots of chocolate while teasing ryan about her biasing jeonghan LMAO and just like most people from the gc, you’re one of the first close mutuals i’ve made. in a way, you could say you’ve been with me here since day 1 (almost) xx

@jin-hua 💌 mayo / mango / mayo that tastes like mangoes / idk i bet i have misspelled your names approximately 993828 times in 937987 different variations but guess what? i still love u to death uwu i love me a fitness queen, a visual goddess not even god himself could ever and i’m so so glad that you exist in my life <333 i know i promised you a crackhead message but when i think about it there’s not really a lot to say that’s out of place when it comes to you?? you’re an angel uwuwu the light of my life frank could NEVER

@justsomekpopstuff 💌 jj it is i, your #1 supporter!! since you’re also part of the nug club gc from the beginning on, you have an extra special place in my heart <3 jj, i love how supportive you are and i don’t think you realize that i cherish you to the moon and back and that times 903809. i love how you get so fired up about your hockey team and like to gush and suffer from the wrath of Joshua hong and i hope you’ll stay eternally happy uwu that, and dRINK LESS COFFEE ISTG

@lxveille 💌 veille we’ve never interacted a lot but i just wanted to let you know that i admire you a LOT. i haven’t got around to read more of your works lately, but i do have a favorite fic that i still clearly remember. okay, that’s a lie, i have several that left a strong memory. but let’s say, if i had to reduce it to one fic, it’d be the 100wtsily dystopian au with jihoon and 66 & 70! you’re one of the very few writers who hit the dystopian genre spot on and you truly are an inspiration. seriously, thank you a lot veile xx

@middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich 💌 LOOK, i didn’t even know you changed blogs or something and i’m so eternally sorry that it took me ages to figure that out! (RIP me) you’re one of the first followers i had if i recall correctly (i’m pretty positive of that) and i just wanted to thank you for sticking with me so long uwuwuuwwu i wish you all the happiness bb <3

@multi-yeol 💌 haaaa we’ve only known each other since a day or something but i’m really glad we did!!!! honestly, that Loona song sorter is harder than any of the german exams i had and though we don’t know each other for so long, i hope we’ll talk more in the future bub!!!

@oatmealupdates 💌 lynna, you too are one of the first followers on my blog i’m wheEZING you’ve been here for so long sdlkjlkj thank you for your support and your comments under the fics always make my day i swear!! i’ve also noticed that you haven’t been that active as you used to be (maybe it’s just me idk sometimes my dash is kinda wacky) but all in all i hope you’re doing good!! if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always hmu <33

@queerjunhui 💌 vane, ngl, you really scared me at first. i was really intimidated by your for reasons i can’t even explain and i always thought you were out of my league sdkljlk i think we started talking since the cyzj thing and you’re one of the funniest and nicest people i’ve met so far on tumblr, seriously! your content - be it from your shitposts to mindless thoughts like the entire indirects to j*** * yES I STILL RECALL THEM - you always manage to make my day brighter whenever i see you on my dash. i wish you all the happiness and hope you’re doing good uwu

@seungcheolsbodyharness 💌 katey, sis i still think about that criminal seokmin and the entire au we made up - from FBI agent cheol to incompetent intern vernon and all that jazz. besides the fact that your url is a pure 10/10 as well as your other URLs, you’re such a nice person and i really enjoy your presence - be it in the form of reblogs of any kind of thing to the comments you occasionally leave and don’t get me started on the aSKS; katey, i’m so glad to have met you on this site!!! uwu

@softwonwoo 💌 jian darling!! honestly, i have no idea how you even know of my existence. just like pretty much everyone else i’ve tagged here you kinda had that intimidating aura?? but then the more i talked to you somehow, the more i was proven wrong and you’re such a sweet pea i can’t- also, i’m glad that i found someone who can agree with me when it comes to chungha dsakjlskj pls stay healthy, stay happy jian!!

@swyllh 💌 sara, i don’t think we have ever had a proper conversation, but i just wanted to give you my appreciation. you are one of the most underrated writers within the community yet you always give your best when it comes to your writing and honestly, i really admire you. i haven’t found the time to read your interactive fic yet (i keep pushing that back i am so sorry but i’ll get to that one day) and one of the fics that i absolutely adore is that one end of the world fic with chan, as well as the vernon collab with sha!! i really hope you’ll get the recognition and love you deserve you gifted writer !!

@tonicandjins 💌 faye my snowflake, i haven’t seen you around lately but if you read this, i hope everything’s alright from your side! i’m quite sure i’ve already mentioned this to you but i’ll say it again. i will NEVER shut up about one and two small petals and will NEVER recover from it. another banger is that wonwoo fic with the printer- ugh, you’re such a talented, beautiful person and i truly wish you all the best. remember, don’t stress yourself and relax once in a while uwu

@yeolsmiling 💌 angie hi!! i legit only sent you one (1) ask so i really don’t have much to say so far unless i wanna repeat myself lMAO one day, i aspire to purely emit soft energy for yeol but i doubt that day will ever come. i hope we get to talk more in the future you soft bear <33

honeybunch anon 💌 honeybunch, i hope you’re doing well! i still remember that i called you that when you slipped into my asks and gushed about that one mingyu fic up to this day i’m still flattered and eternally grateful that you’re still here uwu thank you for your support and making my day <33

fromis anon 💌 idk if you’ll ever read this but i miss you uwu i hope you’re doing fine and just a quick update from my side: i still haven’t found a bias yet uGH

sugarpie / tulip anon 💌 you seem like such a cool person i’m really glad you stopped by in my inbox thank you for hitting me up uwu since i have no clue who you are and since i’m a dumbass, i’m can only rely on you messaging me jslkdj

none of the letters are proofread i am so sorry

#i stayed away up until now to make this post #bc i know im gonna fall asleep straight after school oops #if u excuse me i'm going to bed now lkdslk #dara being dumb and dense #in other words: dara is currently mush with zero (0) brain cells and energy #it's 3 am and i gotta wake up in 3 hours pls #i have for sure forgotten someone ugh kms #softhaos antics

60 notes · View notes

grimelords · 6 years

Photo

I just realised I wrote up my June playlist and forgot to post it at all, which benefits no one. July coming soon, but for now please enjoy three hours of two month old thoughts on the new Kanye, the Red Dead Redemption soundtrack and two songs about drinking beer.

Ghost Town - Kanye West: Now that the dust has settled around Kanye's month of chaos I can safely say Ye is great and Ghost Town is the best song on it, though it's not a coincidence that the best song is the one where Kanye says the least.

DLZ - TV On The Radio: I've been obsessed with this song for a long time. The combination of the absolutely hypnotising drums and very good cryptic lyrics about impending doom is exactly my shit. Also the whistling right at the very end is a perfect moment.

Hyph Mngo - Joy Orbison: Someone had a thing on twitter the other day that was like 'quote tweet this with a phrase you remember that if you told a younger person they wouldn't understand' and someone said Hyph Mngo and I felt age 100. This song really was such a game changer and that whole wave of stuff like this, Koreless and Jame Blake's EP's around then was such an incredible time to be alive. I am aging decades by the second and will not be around much longer.

The Shootist - Bill Elm & Woody Jackson: I've been thinking about game soundtracks a lot the past month or so for some reason and Red Dead really is an all timer. They did such a great job capturing the whole feeling without it just being a straight Morricone rip-off (though obviously it is mostly a Morricone ripoff).

Touch Me - Wish & Fonda Rae: This song is so fucking good to begin with but then it gets really really good in the middle part and where they just start going hogwild with the sampler on her vocals, and then again at the end when it starts sounding like a Battles song.

In The Vespers - Colin Stetson & Sarah Neufeld: Ever since I finished MGSV again I've been thinking about open-world stealth as a genre and how I'd do it, and this song is really the perfect kind of soundtrack to the game I'm thinking of. It's already got four alert levels built in, all the way from Tense to FUCk and back down to Calming Down But Still Scared.

Human After All - Daft Punk: Human After All is still a beguiling album in sound and vision after all this time. The amount of noise emananating from every single element in this song, and songs like Technologic is just so strange compared to everything they'd done before and since, but I think that's what I like about it. It sounds like it was made in 1979 when electronics were a novelty and everyone accepted that they'd be noisy as hell. Also I had an emotional moment this month while I was driving and listening to this song and reflecting on how we are all, human.. after all.. so who knows what's up with me.

Disparate Youth - Santigold: The production on this song is insane. The drums, the guitar, the bouncing piano, it just has so much momentum the whole way through and holy shit I just realised that the video I was talking about last month that referenced The Holy Mountain that I couldn't remember is L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold what an incredible two for one.

Violence - Parquet Courts: This song has the potential to be embarrassing but it's saved from itself by the specificity of the lyrics and the backing vocals that sound like a smiling swing band saying 'violence is daily life!'.

Jane Says - Jane's Addiction: The steel drum as the central melody line in this is such a strange and beautiful choice and also this song has two chords and no chorus. There are truly one million ways to make a good song.

Heatstroke - Calvin Harris feat. Young Thug, Pharrell Williams, Ariana Grande: I really can't believe I missed this song that came out like a year ago, so thank god my girlfriend told me about it. It's incredible. Everyone is operating at full capacity in this song and the structure is so good, the Pharrell/Thug pre-chorus could be a chorus on its own but then Ariana and Pharrell trade lines foe the actual chorus, amazing. Also when Thugger says 'she got every read bottom like a baboon’ the way the backup says '..baboon' slightly apprehensively cracks me up.

Maximum Black - Bohren & Der Club Of Gore: More Bohren, carrying over from last month. This is one of my favourites of theirs, mostly just for the choir sound and the all-time great sax intro at about 4:30. When you start at absolute zero, dialling it up to a 1 sounds like bomb going off.

Dust Bunnies - Kurt Vile: This is like most Kurt Vile songs in that it's sort of just about hanging out and feeling kind of funny, which is a mindset I really relate to.

Here For The Beer - The Sloppy Boys: A bunch of guys from The Birthday Boys have a band now and it's really great. Comedy music is hard but this album is the best kind where it's just dumb ass rock and roll story songs and odes to partying. The way he says 'autographed baseball' makes me laugh every time.

Beer Pressure - Municipal Waste: Anyway that song reminded me of this song, which is almost the exact same song with a slightly different mindset.

Credulous! Credulous! - BATS: There's really something to listening to a song for ten years and then having it suddenly dawn on you one day that it's about an epilleptic 16 year old in the distant past getting treppaned by a mystic and a team of scientists in the present figuring out what happened.

Please Take Your Hand Away - Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross: Everyone's (me) always talking about how good The Social Network soundtrack is but nobody's ever talking about how they did a sequel that's just as good and goes for longer than the actual film when they released the nearly 3 hour Girl With The Dragon Tattoo soundtrack a year later. What an achievement!

What Does Your Soul Look Like Part 2 - DJ Shadow: This song is really on a whole nother level. It is really a kind of magic that you can get a 15 minute song out of a two note bassline and a drum loop, but when they're this good it looks easy. The drums especially are just absolutely hypnotising.

One Of One - Kamasi Washington: Kamasi somehow outdid himself on this one my god. The groove in this is just amazing, and the way it twists and turns into something darker and darker before the sun shines through and the hook comes back is incredible. The way the theme comes back all twisted up with strings near the end. Great stuff.

My Exit, Unfair - mewithoutYou: I honestly very nearly got converted in high school just because I was listening to so much mewithoutYou, and it still informs a lot of my religious thoughts. A running theme through a lot of their songs is wrestling with and trying to accept the idea that God has a plan for you that you definitely don't understand and getting extremely upset about it and that's about where I'm at.

Stand - R.E.M.: Apparently this was the theme to a show called Get A Life and it's funny because it really does sound perfect for a 90s tv theme. It sounds like it's two and a half minutes too long. Release the 30 second TV theme version REM.

BFG Division - Mick Gordon: I was watching a guy speedrun Doom on GDQ and the music for that game is so amazing, but it sounds really funy when the whole sppedrun is just clipping through a wall and rocket jumping halfway across the level to trigger the checkpoint. Mick Gordon really nailed this soundtrack, it's a massive part of the atmosphere of the game and it's really the logical expansion of the MIDI themes of the original, it sounds like the original in HD, this is what you thought you were hearing.

Angel's Rest - Marisa Anderson: Marisa Anderson's songs are so loosely structured they often seem dreamed up on the spot, but the sounds and moods seem so carefully considered that the notes themselves aren't so important.

Looks Like I Picked The Wrong Week To Quit Oxygen - Michael Giacchino: If Michael Giacchino doesn't get an Oscar for The Incredibles II soundtrack I'm going to riot. The climax of this is so big I had to stop myself from applauding in the theatre, it's irrepressible.

AM // Radio - Earl Sweatshirt & Wiki: I was having a week where I was really feeling like the phrase "I don't like shit, I don't go outside" and so I suddenly remembered this album. This beat is so, so good. It sounds like nothing else, and it only adds to the alien flavour by giving the second half of the track to an instrumental.

World In Harmony - Adebisi Shank: Adebisi Shank are really the perfect band. They love to have fun and have a big time and they started out with a perfect first album and only got bigger and better by the time they got to the third and broke up. This song is so powerful, and my billionaire dream is to finance a new F-Zero game and get Adebisi Shank back together to do the soundtrack.

Make Luv feat. Oliver Cheatham - Room 5: I'm slowly putting together a playlist of songs that sound like Music Sounds Better With You by Stardust in order to invoke some kind of euphoric 'best night ever' and ascend to heaven but this song is the only other one I have so far.

A Love Supreme Part II: Resolution - John Coltrane Quartet: I don't feel qualified to say anything about A Love Supreme, so I don't think I'm going to. I literally don't know where to start with this. It's damn good music.

"You Got A Killer Scene There, Man..." - Queens Of The Stone Age: This song is a real vibe. This should be a whole genre but I've never really found anything else like it. It's like if The Doors were good I suppose. It's shocking that this song only goes for 5 minutes because it really feels like it could go for 20 and you wouldn't mind. I remember a few years ago I opened this in Audition and slowed it down to 75% and I really recommend it, it makes the whole thing feel as sludgy as I think it's supposed to be and makes all the breaks that much more impactful.

Never Let Me Go - Sarah Blasko: A friend sent me this and said it sounds like a Bond theme and he's absolutely right, especially towards the end where it all starts stacking up. Maybe it would need a bit more brass to be a proper Bond theme but still, I love it.

Protection - Emma Ruth Rundle: I love Emma Ruth Rundle so much and I'm so excited that she's got a new album coming out. The absolute textural thickness she can conjure up in a song like this blows me away. I don't know what it is about her voice but it sounds like the 90s somehow. Does that make sense? This feels like 90s music, like the grunge female songwriter thing went a slightly different way and I love it.

listen here

#playlists

80 notes · View notes

docholligay · 5 years

Text

rosepetalrevolution replied to your post: Home Base: Part One of Two

HI I LOVE THIS it’s only the second of your overwatch fics I’ve gotten a chance to read yet (the first was Exodus long before I’d ever played the game but I was so moved by it anyway it’s just that beautiful) but it 100% hooked me so I can’t wait to get around to the rest!!!

Oh I’m so glad!! I love writing in my OW world, and I’m always delighted when someone enjoys it! (and thank you for liking Exodus too)

paksenarrion-reader said: oh my god please tell me Pharah took Tracer out to lunch to that chip shop and Tracer was loud enough to get overheard and the owner was like “well actually there’s a room for rent upstairs” I AM DYING

AHAHAH YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE!

paksenarrion-reader said: and Tracer pacing a ditch in the pavement as if she could rewind herself to before blowing up, but not even she can rewind a dude to before he was a fucking asshole now can she

‘Tracer pacing furiously and talking to herself to avoid killing a man from the FIREWORK of anger’ maybe be one of the most ADHD self-insert things I’ve written yet.

paksenarrion-reader said: “and you may be assured that I will not forget your generosity.” - OOOOOHOHOHOHOO BITCH YOU FUUUUCKED

MORE SUBTLE THAN TRACER AND MAYBE MORE FRIGHTENING

paksenarrion-reader said: “ I will let this building burn to ash, so I will.” – I’m sorry but all I can imagine is Pharah misaiming a rocket or two to take out the supports

“I will write a report over the incident to provide your insurance. It is regrettable but was unavoidable.”

paksenarrion-reader said: the description of how that landlord shuts them down on the idea that he might start listening to them with a single word, I feel understood and seen, as are many other people I imagine

Out of the entire fic, that is my favorite part, as it is such a #mood

paksenarrion-reader said: ahahahaha and then Tracer trying to be more British than usual because she isn’t British enough for some Brits and the sound of it just dragging horseshoe nails against the chalkboard of Pharah’s soul, I love it

Pharah has spent years making offhand comments about Tracer’s brand of English BUT DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE IMPLY THAT SHE SHOULD CHANGE FOR A MOMENT, SIR.

paksenarrion-reader said: OH MY GOD, FAREEHA, DON’T. she is going to and she will FACEPLANT INTO HUBIRS by god Holligay

Fareeha’s brand of idealism is 100% everyone understanding the importance of the things Fareeha Amari, noted Overwatch commander, has deemed important.

paksenarrion-reader said: took me a moment to understand that Tracer was asking if the currency in Cairo was hope, but it made me laugh so hard when it landed

It’s a weird sentence (to people named Doc, who are me) because “to let” is the landlord side of the equation in getting a place in British English, whereas in American English, both are “rent.” I wrote the damn thing and I have to read it twice, I almost left it out but the joke was too funny, I thought ahaha.

paksenarrion-reader said: like oh my god, Fareeha, your thinking is logical and makes perfect sense for when you have a few millions to spend on the illusion of prestige, how long since you’ve left Helix was it again

Fareeha Amari is a beautiful angel with only the best of intentions who has generally had, you know, a budget more appropriately reflective of being a global force. And now she’s working with bailing wire and duct tape.

paksenarrion-reader said: “and now the headquarters she had dreamed of was in an old room above a chip shop” at least they don’t have to walk far for lunch??? although Dva won’t be caught dead eating something as tasteless without dunking spices on it, I’m sure

Dva buys a fancy fucking apartment on the other end of town because she has all her game and endorsement money and if there’s ever an all-team meeting she makes them go there ahaha.

paksenarrion-reader said: it feels a little different from what you usually do with the ‘verse, the struggle of a completely different sort and even the familial feeling dissimilar, but not unrecognizable

I think it’s more playful? Than I usually go? There are stakes, and drama, but it’s all fairly low key. This isn’t life or death THOUGH FAREEHA MIGHT SAY SO.

paksenarrion-reader said: hello I love this

THANK YOU!!! I loved writing it.

#rosepetalrevolution

3 notes · View notes

vic394 · 6 years

Text

Last Christmas (I gave you my bombs)

Notes: @grootiez asked: “Can you do one where the Guardians celebrate Christmas?“. I already - accidentally - wrote a Christmas fic a while ago, you can read it here. It’s short, but it’s pretty much everything I had to say. This is a bit different, I hope you’ll still like it! It’s kind of a prequel of my old fic, but it can be read as its own thing :D enjoy!

Warnings: Drax is difficult for me to write, I probably messed up. Sorry. Also, Rocket looks freaking fabulous.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do” Rocket starts, unfolding the map on the table “I’m taking this side, you’ll go that way. You place this one” he points at a box at his left, then turns back to the map “right… here. Important: wait for my signal to activate it.”

Drax nods, fully concentrated.

“Once we’re done with that, we’ll meet here” Rocket indicates another point on the map “And place these.” he gestures at other boxes scattered on the floor.

“Any questions?”

Drax studies the map, uncertain.

“I have two questions. Number one: was a map of the Milano really necessary? We live here.” He points out. Rocket shrugs. Sometimes he just likes to get theatrical.

“I felt like using it. Number two?”

“How is this going to improve our lives on the ship? This looks like a mess.”

Rocket sighs.

“It is a mess, buddy. If you turn on the string lights on this hallway, the oven stops working. But Groot really wanted to celebrate this d’ast Christmas Quill told him about, so we have no choice.”

“Actually, we d-“

“Another word and I’ll have you do the dishes for a month.” At that, Drax instantly shuts up. He wants to make Groot happy too, anyway. He grabs a box full of decorations - that Quill managed to retrieve god knows where - and gets to work.

What he doesn’t ask, is why Rocket is wearing a bright pink festoon as a scarf.

It takes a lot of time to put everything in the right place, especially because the string lights often cause something in the ship to short circuit. Once they’re done, the Milano is full of ornaments of all sorts. The common room is brighter than ever, for every metallic surface reflects the colorful Christmas lights.

Way too many colorful Christmas lights.

“These are hurting my eyes.” Drax confesses, squinting. Rocket stares at him through dark goggles.

“Tell me about it.”

“Do you think we exaggerated?”

“Do you care?” Drax crosses his arms.

“If Quill thinks it’s too much, then he will be the one to fix it.” He resolves. Rocket sends him a sly smirk.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Come on, we still have a tree to make.”

With Groot being the only tree the Guardians have around, they need to build one themselves, using mostly mechanical parts. What they end up putting together is, in a word, perfect. Rocket spent hours designing it, adding details, and it clearly shows.

“It looks beautiful.” Drax comments, complimenting Rocket with a pat on the shoulder. The raccoonoid grins, proud of himself. Groot is going to love this.

“Thanks, pal. Just… don’t get too close to it” he says “some of the stuff I threw in can probably still explode.” Drax lets out a roaring laugh. Some things will never change.

Unfortunately, Kraglin doesn’t hear Rocket’s advice. He walks into the common room, unprepared for the countless shiny lights that hit him once he leaves the hallway. Blinded by the sudden luminosity, he manages to make a couple of steps before he stumbles and falls, landing on a little detonator at the base of the tree.

Immediately after: chaos.

“How do we even tell the others we blew up Christmas?” Rocket tugs at his fur, frustrated out of his mind. The tree is long gone, along with most of the decorations and part of Kraglin’s coat. At least now the room is dark enough for the raccoonoid to walk around without goggles, so he finally puts them away.

Across the room, Drax lays a whining Kraglin on the table.

“Can we fix it before Groot makes it back with Quill and Gamora?”

Rocket takes in his surroundings, fully focused on the task. Drax can almost hear him think. Then, he realizes that what he’s actually hearing are Kraglin’s pained groans.

“Maybe we can. But there’s not much time left, and we have to clean this mess first.” Rocket announces.

“Take Kraglin to his room, I’ll go get Mantis. We’re gonna need her too.”

When Quill walks into the Milano with Groot and Gamora, he instantly knows something happened, mainly because of the burning smell that still lingers in the air. But when they reach the others, everything is normal enough… as normal as a pile of garbage with lights thrown around it can be.

“And you call that a Christmas tree?”

“Yes, I do. You’re welcome.” Rocket replies, annoyed. Drax just nods. Mantis goes for a little smile. Quill sighs. He takes a look around just to find little to no adornment.

“And where are all the other decorations? I gave you-”

“This” Rocket interrupts “is something you don’t want to know. Trust me. Just don’t ask us.”

“And do not ask Kraglin either. He probably just wants to forget.” Drax adds, before Rocket could stop him.

Peter runs a hand through his hair and gives up; he really doesn’t want to know.

“I am Groot!” everyone turns to the twig, who’s looking at the “tree” in complete adoration.

“Glad you like it, bud.” Says Rocket, smiling for the first time in hours.

Quill raises an eyebrow, then shrugs. It might not be his style, but Groot likes it, so it’s okay.

Still, he’s going to have a talk with Drax and Rocket. There’s no way he’ll let this happen again next year.

P.S.: Let’s be honest... if Rocket had to do this on his own, the Milano would look like a mixture of Home Alone and Stranger Things.

12 notes · View notes

soitmightgetweird · 7 years

Text

Heart Doodles

Bucky x reader

Summary: You probably shouldn’t let Tony borrow your notebook.

Warnings: nothing? a moment of slight embarrassment but it’s not too bad.

Word Count: 1921

A/N: boop.

It's honestly a miracle if everyone is fully prepared at the mission briefings. There's always at least one person who walks in after the meetings start and it's common that at least a couple people forgot pens or paper. On more than one occasion you planned to just grab a bunch of blank notebooks and extra pens from the supply closet and pile them in the center of the table. Though knowing the group, they'd end up taking it all from the room and still forget to bring it back next time. People love taking office supplies and the Avengers are no different.

Though to be fair, they have a lot to deal with on a regular basis between capturing lingering HYDRA agents, keeping extra-terrestrial threats at bay, and repairing their relationships with each other post-Accords. So maybe they have enough on their minds without having to remember to put a pen in their pocket so Steve doesn't look so exasperated during meetings.

Tony always has a pencil stuck behind his ear. Always. But he can't remember to bring a notebook to save his life. So you--being the lucky Stark employee that gets to sit in on mission briefings to take notes--started to just slide your personal 3-subject notebook to your boss. You carry it around with you all the time anyway to keep track of your daily random thoughts. Most pages hold little doodles, snippets of ideas you want to use in short stories, and probably too many lists of songs you've organized into themed playlists. It isn't anything too personal, so you usually don't have a problem with lending it to him.

The only sounds are the sharp click of your heels and your quiet grumblings as you make your way down the hallway to the conference room. You're the one late today. It's only by five minutes but you still have to convince yourself to actually walk in the room and ignore all your little anxieties about being late that are telling you to just skip altogether and apologize later. You know Steve won't call you out but you still aren't looking forward to being the center of attention as you walk in.

You're thankful that the door barely makes a noise as you enter and you keep your eyes cast to the floor as you sink into the open seat between your boss and Bucky.

“Look who's fashionably late," Tony whispers. He always looks more relaxed in these meetings than everyone else does. Like right now, he's leaning back in his chair and nonchalantly tilts his head to the side as he addresses you.

"You could've told me you guys relocated," you reply quietly. You automatically take your extra notebook and start to hand it to Tony when he raises his hand to stop you.

"No thanks, kid. I'm covered today."

You're so caught up in being irked by Tony's nickname for you that the voice chiming in from your other side causes you to jump.

"Yeah, because he took my paper."

Of course he did, you think before passing the notebook in the other direction.

When you look up, you see the annoyed glare on Bucky's face. It's one you've often seen directed at Sam and you have to resist the urge to laugh. Once his blue eyes shift from Tony to you, his expression relaxes and the corner of his lips lift in a soft smile. You're able to hold his stare for a second before your eyes dart to the table top in an attempt to stop the blush you know will form if you look at him for too long.

Bucky mutters his thanks and flips through the notebook, just as you hear a quiet snicker from Tony. You almost acknowledge the noise but Steve's voice breaks through your thoughts.

"Come on, Tony; at least pretend to pay attention," Steve says.

"Sure thing, boss." Tony shifts in his chair, straightening his posture then slumping forward and propping his elbow on the table so he can rest his chin on his hand.

The banter between Tony and Steve makes you think of how much this group has progressed since they reunited. The atmosphere isn't always as relaxed as it used to be but you know they've come a long way. The fact that Tony and Bucky are sitting as close as they are is evidence enough.

You start hastily scribbling bullet points based on the information Steve is relaying when Bucky chokes out a cough. You continue writing and scoot your water bottle over with your free hand.

Bucky ignores the water, instead addressing you quietly. "Um. This is full of stuff you write?"

"That's the point of a notebook, isn't it?"

There's the sound of another small laugh and you cut your eyes at Tony. His palm has shifted and instead of his fingers resting against his cheek, they're now covering his mouth and he's actively avoiding meeting your stare.

Your attention is brought back to Bucky when he continues whispering. "I, um... I thought you didn't write personal junk in here?"

"What are you talking about?"

Bucky scoots the notebook toward you and you're immediately drawn to the doodle that takes up an entire quarter of the page: his name with a bunch of little hearts around it.

You blush as you stare at the page. There's no way you wrote that. You're not dumb enough to do that in a notebook you lend to other people.

In a notebook you lend to other people...

There's no stopping the automatic reaction of reaching over and smacking Tony on the back of his head.

It's not until every eye turns to you and Steve stops in the middle of his sentence that you realize what you've done. You've smacked your boss. In front of his teammates.

Your eyes go wide and you silently pray that the floor will open up and swallow you whole. Maybe something will crash through a nearby wall and everyone will spring into superhero mode and forget about what just happened. Your train of panic abruptly crashes when Tony starts laughing. Not like he's trying to play it off--laughing like he's enjoying himself immensely.

"I'm sorry," he says through a smile. "I didn't expect that to go so well... That's perfect."

At hearing Tony brush off the brief physical assault, your dread morphs into a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Bucky hasn't said anything else and honestly, you're too terrified to look at him.

Tony's still chuckling as you stand from your seat and make a beeline for the door.

You don't stop when when you hear Tony call out your name; you just head straight for the elevator. You keep going until you're back on the floor with your favorite break room--the one with a Galaga machine standing proudly in the corner. This is your go-to spot when you're frustrated at work. It happens a fair amount actually, evident by you holding the top three highest scores on the leaderboard.

A couple coworkers are lounging at the table next to the coffee machines--the unofficial location to gather for office gossip--and one of them pipes up as you pass by. "Rough meeting with the Avengers?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you reply. You stare down into Galaga's standby screen for a couple seconds before pressing the start button, causing your little rocket ship to pop into place.

You're not even past the first wave of enemy spaceships when the door to the break room opens and your coworkers fall silent. The next thing you hear is the scraping of chairs as they slide against the tile, followed by their retreating footsteps.

You glance behind you. They're gone but now there's a Bucky standing just inside the doorway with an unsure look plastered across his face.

"FRIDAY, you're a traitor," you mumble as you turn back to the machine.

"I didn't ask her," Bucky replies quietly.

You try to ignore the little flip in your stomach when you realize this means he pays enough attention to you to know where you go when you're annoyed. You also fleetingly wonder if he silently asked your coworkers to leave or if he still just seems that menacing to the average person.

"Do you want me to go?"

"No, Buck." You sigh and watch a little alien spacecraft take a dive and crash right into your ship, costing you a life.

When you turn around again, he's moved closer and his hands are stuffed into his pockets. The uncertainty in his eyes is proof that he still has a bit of difficulty speaking his mind, and you put a lid on the screaming in your head to give him time to gather his thoughts.

"Tony drew that?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because he enjoys calling me out."

You really don't want to elaborate.

You've been accompanying Tony to these meetings for a few months--ever since everything started to feel normal again--and so you've become close a few of them. Mostly Steve and Clint, but Bucky also slowly warmed up to you. But in all your random conversations, you and Bucky have never talked about significant others so you have no idea if he's dating anyone. What if it's Wanda; they sit next to each other a lot. What if it's Nat? Oh God. She is terrifying enough without imagining how she'll react if she finds out you have a stupid little crush on her boyfriend. How are you going to face any of those people again? You'll just ask Tony to transfer you--

"You in there?"

You jump when Bucky reaches out and grabs your hands, holding them gently in his own.

"Talk to me. Please?"

That same shy smile from earlier settles on Bucky's face again, and you feel some of your nerves melt away.

"Like a month ago, I made the mistake of asking Tony something about you. It was something harmless; I just wanted to know what book you'd been reading. I guess when he told me to just ask you myself, my face turned red or something. He's teased me about it ever since.

"But he borrows that damn notebook all the time. I never check what he writes in it... because why would I? He must've done that recently though."

You take a deep breath and huff out a laugh on the exhale. "I don't want you to feel any kind of obligation because of any of that. You probably have a girlfriend. I sure as hell don't miss how women look at you. So... yeah. Just... little ol' Tony's assistant with a crush. Oh. If he doesn't fire me for smacking him. I can't believe I smacked my boss-"

"Sweetheart." The interruption brings your attention fully back to the moment. The soft smile has morphed into an almost smug little smirk. "Did you know you ramble when you're nervous?"

"I have been told that once or twice."

He tugs at your hands until your body is almost flush with his then wraps his arms around you. There's a brief moment of disbelief before you return the hug and rest your head on his chest.

Of course, the moment doesn't last long.

"Sergeant Barnes," FRIDAY'S voice floats from the ceiling. "Mister Stark has asked me to inform you that you're to keep your hands off his assistant."

Bucky's grip tightens slightly and you feel the chuckle vibrate through his chest. "Tell Stark he can have her back after lunch."

Tags: @brighterlights @howlingbarnes @sebstanchrisevanchickforever19

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #marvel one shot #bucky barnes

738 notes · View notes

blastingxff · 7 years

Text

Fate that Binds 14

This part: Everything is going well before it doesn’t. (FYI: This fic actually isn’t crack like please proceed with caution. And yes I am aware this tells you nothing about the part in question.)

first part // previous part // next part Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 1,398 / part 14 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): injuries, violence Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 14 The Wedding

Every minute that passed was another minute that one more drop of hope left James’ heart. There had been a moment there when the limo’s tires went flat, his breath had caught and anxious eyes met the tinted windows, searching for those faces. The meowth and the woman who would come to his aid and sweep him away from this Hellish nightmare. They would have rescued him. Or maybe the twerps would have figured out how to save him and they would stand between him and this dreaded fate.

But when the flat tires were little more than a half-hour distraction, time already allotted for their own parading around town in a show of wealth and ‘joy’ on the day when two families would become one, James had let out a heavy sigh of mourning.

They were a few blocks from the cathedral when he saw his mother get a call. By the look on her face, something had happened. He vaguely heard the words ‘missing’ and ‘escaped’ – but his mind refused to allow him to fill in the rest with his own desires. When his mother hung up the phone, the chauffeur was told to hurry. The wedding was to be moved up.

Which is what led him to his position now: Standing at the front of the isle, his hands in front of him, his eyes on the doors at the back of the long, beautifully decorated, rose-petal laden carpet. With dramatic flair the doors opened and even he had to admit, for a moment, that Jessebelle looked like an angel.

One of those evil angels that feasted on children and turned people to stone, but an angel nonetheless.

The sight did little to excite him for his lifetime of imprisonment, and he could only listen dully as the priest went on and on about how this moment was one the nuptials would share for their lifetime. If genetics were any indicator, James’ shoulders dipped, it would be a long, long lifetime.

“STOP THE WEDDING!”

It was loud and muffled, coming from beyond the double doors that had been locked once the final guest had been admitted. Fists were banging, echoing off the high ceiling.

“THIS ISN’T OKAY!” the woman’s voice was sharp. He recognized it.

Jessebelle recognized it as well, her face turning red with anger before the voice began to fade, as though being dragged away. James didn’t realize he had held any hope still, but how his stomach dropped told him he had very much desired the interruptive chaos.

The priest, despite the commotion, continued without so much as a glance towards the door. He had been paid far too handsomely to even consider responding to any concerns about the wedding. So when he spoke the line “Speak now, or forever hold your peace” out of obligation, he moved on without taking so much as a breath.

That is, until the lights in the cathedral went out.

There was a chorus of mumbles and mutters from the guests, and even the choir behind the priest began to grow restless. In the darkness, no one noticed as a female choir member on the end of one of the bottom rows stood out before a spotlight found her like a moth to a flame. Her head was down, as though reading the choir book in front of her, almost waiting for the audience to settle.

Once a confused hush fell, a furious Jessebelle shaking, the choir member’s eyes shot up, catching James’. He felt his heart in his throat as he caught those piercing blue eyes. Red lips spoke in no uncertain terms, “Prepare for trouble, I object to this scene.”

James couldn’t hide the excitement on his face, frozen in his spot. His heroine gave a nod, and he realized she was prompting him. Oh right! What was his line again? “Make it double… it is quite obscene!”

“I’m here to protect your world from devastation,” and with that the choir robe rolled off her shoulders, the woman in a black shirt and torn shorts stood tall despite the still-open wounds on her body.

“She is the last I want to be united with in the nation.”

“I denounce this façade in the name of love.”

“I’m just thanking the heavens above.”

“Jessie, the handsome rogue here to save the day.”

“James, the princess more than ready to be taken away.”

“We may not be Team Rocket, but let’s get out of here at the speed of light.”

“Mother, father, Jessebelle, I refuse to surrender, instead I choose to fight!”

“Meowth, let’s get the heck out of here!” The light turned off, leaving the cathedral darkened. Paws thumped against the ground, echoing up the aisle.

“Okay, Meowth, you’re supposed to rhyme- we were doing so well,” Jessie spoke flatly to the darkness, she had already reached for James’ hand and he gripped onto her desperately. She turned on her heels and pulled him along, the trio escaping the altar area before Jessebelle and James’ parents could quite grasp what had just happened.

“We found a back way,” Jessie explained in a hushed voice as she rushed to the darkest part of the building, “We can get outside, into the woods. We’ll go through the graveyard. They won’t find us, just keep moving!”

They hustled through the older building, picking up speed. Jessie saw the simple, small wooden door leading to the outside that they had come through. So close to freedom-

Until she realized the two large men who had bound her the night before were standing in front of the doorway, halting the three escapees in their tracks.

But Jessie was absolutely fed up with rich people getting to screw her over. She was sick and tired of money being a get-out-of-jail free card. She would destroy the illusion that money was everything with a mix of snark, sass, and success. With a popped hip and a fierce glare she lifted both hands and raised both middle fingers, “You think I’m against desecrating a church? Bitch, I licked a tombstone.”

With that she grabbed the nearest blunt object. A book. Either a hymn or a Bible but right now it was going to be the wrecking ball that would break them out via the beautiful, elaborate, probably older than the city, stained-glass window. She was sure whatever God there was would, while not appreciating the action, would appreciate the sentiment. What’s more holy than risking your own ass to save a friend’s?

Putting all her body’s force behind it, she hit the hard binding against the window- only to have it bounce off, reverberating painfully through her arm. The glass shook but didn’t break. Disdain dressed her face as her eyes went from her book to the glass, “Okay, that didn’t go as planned… Meowth, any ideas?”

“On it!” Meowth jumped into the air, once again displaying his quick thinking and intelligence to his two destined friends. With glowing claws he fury swiped the stained glass. He landed, the window still intact but he didn’t seem concerned, “Try again!”

This time, the window shattered perfectly.

“Okay, princess, up and out,” she pushed James towards the window, hoisting him up so he could make his escape. Meowth was already on the other side, the jump easy work for the cat pokémon.

“Vileplume! Use vine whip to keep my dear from escaping!”

Jessie saw the vine whip coming, “Sorry James,” she shoved him unceremoniously out the window- blocking his body with her own so he had time to fully make it through the frame. James could only watch out of the corner of his eyes as he saw the vine whip wrap mercilessly around her. The hit on the ground did little to calm the pain from the previous night’s abuse, but his fear for Jessie made him move to his feet despite his body’s protests.

He was just in time to watch Jessebelle’s evil glint. The pokémon’s vine was around her body, one around her throat.

“Vileplume,” the name of her beloved pokémon sharp ice on her tongue. James knew what would be coming next, he swallowed. If she used stun spore… there was no way they could escape fast enough. His mind started working on plan B. But then this new world was shattered in two words, “Poison powder.”

#fatethatbinds #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #long post #team rocket fanfiction #team rocket #{my writings}

1 note · View note

debbiehross · 7 years

Text

An introduction

I was asked by many friends before leaving NZ if I was going to write a blog. Having never done this before I thought it might be a good idea to give it a go even though I’m no writer, and am very techno challenged. And I have to wonder who would actually be bothered to read it anyway. But thanks to Alenka, who patiently tried to set me up one night before we left Auckland, I’m making a start. And Rebecca, who spent a little bit of time with us on the boat when we first arrived. So here goes…

Making a dream come true takes a lot of hard work…

It must be a ‘time-of-life’ thing – having a dream to cruise around the Med. We follow in the wake of many. It’s a time in ones life when your children are independent, there are no grandchildren to tug at your heart strings, the family pet has died (RIP Bessy) which also reminds me … without wanting to sound flippant, but both sets of parents have long passed, meaning no elderly dependents. We are free, in the most fabulous way. It’s a tangible feeling that both Chris and I feel. What gave us the final nudge was concluding the sale of our business last year. Although Chris remains a director for the time being, it accelerated our plans to escape the NZ winter.

Having spent last year researching boat models and options, which involved two trips to Europe to view vessels for sale between Spain, Italy, and Greece, we settled on a Ferretti 80 RPH (raised pilot house). It’s a production boat built for the Mediteranean waters, so should be easier to re-sell, it had the right amount of cabins; four, each with their own head (bathroom) so our friends and family could join us from time to time. It has crew quarters that are not too cramped – and which now house two crew. And it was in Greece. Where a huge piece of my heart still resides. Having spent many years here in my younger life.

She is far from being classified a Super Yacht – she’s more of a large family motor launch. We have renamed her Awanui. It is a beautiful sounding Maori name. And we were told that we needed to have a Maori name with at least two “A”s in it? Not sure exactly why? (Graham?) Anyway it looks lovely sign-written on the aft. Awanui means a large conch shell – or big river – we choose to think of it as the large shell. Not many big rivers around here.

We arrived on the 4th June 2017. Awanui has been residing in a little marina an hour north of Athens, called Nea Ataki. We have employed Captain Kostas, mainly as he lives here and overlooks the marina so it is easy to winter the boat in this little village. He has also had many years experience cruising all around the Med. So he may not be the young Greek God-like specimen I was hoping might take the helm – we’ve gone for experience instead. And he’s delightful.

So too is our Deckhand Essham. Who couldn’t be more sincere in his efforts to be helpful. Hesham is Egyptian, and has a young family living there to whom he remits all his wages. It makes you realize how precious employment is here and how big the sacrifices made, to ensure a steady income. Ironically our OE is coinciding with our daughters’, although she has noted the irony of her working in the refugee camp whilst weekending on the “luxury” boat.

It was by pure coincidence that her work with the NGO, Lighthouse, placed her in Ritsona, which is only a few miles from this Marina in Nea Ataki. She has been there for a month now and will join us for a week later in the Summer when her placement finishes.

Bex farewelling us before work.

Rebecca took us to her favourite Taverna in Chalkida, a great local spot. Although...clearly no need to book ahead!

Our first week in Greece involved fitting out the boat with all the toys we know we will enjoy over the coming months. We now have two foldup E-Bikes, two paddle boards, and two kayaks (the E bikes had to be sent from the UK because when researching Greece vendors from NZ, we simply got no response from the sports shops there despite many promises - so we ended up having to deal with a UK sports shop.

As we are not a Greek Boat, and VAT is not paid so we have a Transit Log. This means we cannot stay in Med longer than 6 months a year. We must have the Transit Log signed and stamped by the Customs Department and the Port Police before we can go cruising. But first we had to pay the electricity bill from the Marina.

This gave us a taste of Greek Beaurocracy.

To pay the electricity bill Chris went into Chalkida with Captain Kosta to the Port Harbour Masters Office. Capt Kosta marched Chris into a Board Room where a meeting was in full swing, and introduced him to the Mayor of Nea Atarki, the Mayor of Chalkida, the Head of the Port Authority and a couple of other Directors. After that slightly embarrassing interlude Chris then spent about 20 minutes trying to pay the bill. Behind a desk were three girls to take the 173 Euros. One talked, one computed the invoice, and one took the money.

Then a drive to the Customs Office to get the Transit Log signed. They went to the second floor where the Transit Log was filed and filled in our departure details. During that process the Customs Official went downstairs to the first floor, twice, to photocopy the documents and returned. Finally he sent Chris downstairs to get a stamp and signature from the Receptionist, who then handed them over to her Boss who entered Chris’s passport details into his computer, and signed and stamped them again. Chris then returned to the 2nd floor where the original Customs Official wrote an invoice for 40 Euros and sent them next door to the Cashier. The Cashier stopped his game of Sudoku to process the payment and kindly gave Chris an apricot to eat while he was doing it. Having eaten the apricot and paid the 40 Euros, Chris had to return to the Customs Officer again with his receipt and finally the Transit Log was handed over. But it doesn’t stop there.

Next stop was the Port Police, which was in another building a short drive away. Chris submitted the Transit Log to the Port Police who then wrote our departure details into a large ledger book on the counter. More stamping and signing - until finally they were free to go !!

We then stocked the pantry and the freezers. Captan Kosta drove us to his favourite places – one being the butcher who has 5 sons all of whom help to run the family butchery, and the farm that supplies the meat. There were photos of the cattle and their farm on the walls and we got to choose our cuts of meat from the whole beast. They chopped it up there and then. We were told that the farm is totally organic, which was pretty obvious, and that the animals are very happy. We like that.

The family farm - happy family of cows.

Choosing the eye fillet.

The next day, on Tuesday June 13th, we set off from Nea Ataki and motored a little way up the island of Evia to a little village called Limini. Absolutely delightful. We have now christened the E-bikes (I’m in love with my little Red bullet – goes like a rocket) and rode up to a lookout then back down to the town to buy fresh bread, pastries (naughty) and rock melon (peponi) for breakfast. Past a local fisherman beating his catch of Octopus on the rocks. Cleaning and tenderizing them. He was very happy to show us the biggest one – he had many.

Taken Capt. Kostas spot already!

Octopus fisherman in Limni.

Limni port and (below) town.

It is now Sunday afternoon, we are relaxing on the boat awaiting the arrival of out first guests from New Zealand. Rebecca and her workmate Anita drove from the refugee camp on Friday to Agios Konstandinos for the weekend. We motored around the bays to Agios Yeoryios. We had a great day Saturday soaking up the sun, swimming and paddle boarding and topped it off with freshly caught sardines for dinner, beautifully prepared by Hesham.

Hesham giving Anita a lesson on sardine prepartion.

The girls sun baking.

Chris overlooking arrival in Friday nights spot (Agios Yeoryios).

2 notes · View notes