#thinking up the title took so long also i just thought that the word melon looks cute
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bitter melon (guy/honey, redacted audios)
Honey got stood up on a date and Guy tried to save their night.
(pre-relationship, hurt/comfort, jealousy (hohohoho), slight misunderstanding, conflict between characters, making up, fluff)
4.6k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist]
[cw/notes: insecurities, self-depreciating thoughts and a lil breakdown im sorry honey has some issues over here (projecting moment?), NOT PROOFREAD as always LMAOO
ALSO sadly guy isnt as silly (maybe really ooc) as he is most of the fic because he has Internal Conflict + i tried to make honey’s outfit and appearance as ambiguous as possible but i’m not sure how well i did with that ;---; so just keep that in mind! Idk how to feel about this fic ! i love it and i hate it LMAO]
"Oooh, what's got you all dressed up, roomie?"
It was the weekend—Kayla had just been picked up by her boyfriend, which had Guy realizing he and his favorite roommate had the place all to themselves for a few hours. As far as he recalled, he was off from work, and they hadn’t mentioned any errands to him for today. Perfect!
Guy had a bounce in his step as he arrived by the entrance to the room at the leftmost side of their shared apartment. He rapidly knocked at the door with a giddy “Hello?”, eagerly waiting for the response that he knew would always come.
Hm, which game should they play this time? Smash was always an option but he wouldn’t mind trying something new with them. They could even watch some random YouTube documentary again like they did last time. Or maybe he can finally muster up the courage to ask them if they want to hang out somewhere outside the apartment that isn’t for laundry or groceries.
He smiled to himself. Yeah, I’d like that. They can go to that new arcade that opened up nearby!
Before Guy can daydream more of sharing smiles in photo booths and frustratingly rigged crane games, the door opens to reveal the subject of his reverie, clad in clothing and accessories flashier than what they would typically wear. He got a whiff of a pleasant fragrance too and he realized that they must have put on a perfume of some kind.
Woah.
They looked…amazing. They've always looked amazing. He had thought that about his grumpy companion even before the pair got close. But, seeing them in anything other than their usual casualwear or pajamas was definitely a surprise.
The teasing amount of skin they had exposed didn’t go unnoticed by him, as well.
His roommate, by all means, was no prude. They even had their fair share of comebacks more vulgar than his flirts when they banter (Those particular interactions definitely do not keep him up at night, blushing and wide-eyed while he stares at the ceiling. Nope. Never.) This side of them, however, was something he’d never seen before until now. This side of how they present themselves with such boldness was new and he didn’t mind it at all.
The outfit looked good on them. Too good. A seductive dark top that very much complemented the tone of their skin, unbuttoned dangerously low enough to reveal the expanse of their collarbone that was adorned by a simple necklace.
Their shoes gave them more height too, slightly towering over Guy more than they already did before and forcing him to tilt his head up a little for their eyes to meet. The dizzying scent of their cologne paired with those pants that hugged their figure just right had his mind reeling. It was mortifying—how they had him in such a daze so easily.
Fuck.
Guy gulped nervously.
“You going out tonight with friends o–or something?” he frantically adds, suddenly aware of how much he was probably staring amidst his very appropriate train of thought about the person before him. Admittedly, the man was a little bummed that his plans to take them out first (Platonically, of course. How else would it be?) were off the table, though his interest had been piqued by what they were up to being dressed like that.
"Oh, uhm, no. I mean, yeah? Kinda? I'm…" They looked hesitant and a little…embarrassed? Well if it's something they don't want to share then he didn’t mind. Despite how much of a menace he is (with his roommate never failing to lovingly remind him of this), Guy wouldn’t want to force anything out of them, especially if it got them so uncharacteristically timid. He tends to forget such social cues, but he actively tries to improve and avoid being so pushy.
As he was about to reassure them that it was okay to not respond, they replied with a bashfulness that was unlikely of them, “I’m…going on a date.”
A date? With someone else? Romantically? He felt his grip on the door frame tighten, and a sharp pang shot through his heart, silencing his buzzing mind for a split second before managing to fake a curious smile.
“Oh? Who are they? Do I know them?” He liked to think he inquired them out of politeness, like a nosey friend pestering someone about their crush, but the thought of his roommate being alone with someone for the night leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He had the need to asses this person, and determine if they really were worthy of their time—of them—for reasons he isn’t really sure of, it just felt like instinct.
Guy internally cringed. What the fuck does that mean? Why the hell is he thinking like this? Protective! He’s being protective, of course. Any friend would want to protect their friend with things like these! A love life is a huge factor in someone’s happiness after all, right? So he, as a friend, can definitely be wary if someone could be a potential risk of heartbreak for their friend.
Okay, if he thinks of the word ‘friend’ one more time he might actually lose it.
He needed a cold shower. Yeah! He just needs a nice cold shower to shock his brain and stop the weirdest fucking thoughts from ever forming, especially thoughts concerning his roommate that’s currently driving him crazy in every way possible.
“Ah, no, I don’t think so. He’s from my class.” They shrugged, looking to the side awkwardly. “I dont know, he just asked me out yesterday and I figured, ‘Why not?’”
Guy hands began to twitch involuntarily as his roommate smiled at themself, oblivious to the spiral that he was having. "My friends kept on saying I should try letting loose and going out more so I guess it’s about time.”
“Oh, uh, hope you enjoy, then.” God, he feels light-headed.
“Well, isn’t this a first. What, no witty remark? No innuendo about me finally ‘getting some’?” Guy fought the urge to grimace. Somehow those jokes would do nothing but sour his mood even more instead.
“Hey,” The man started, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Can’t I wish a friend good luck on their date?” Friend. The word felt worse and worse the more it festered in his mind. Yeah, that’s what they were. What they’ll ever be. Nothing more.
“Pfft, whatever, man.” The smirk grew wider on their lips. They seem really excited and he shamefully thinks it might make him vomit at how eager they are for this date. He should support them, right? Guy can see how his roommate tends to keep to themself most of the time, especially when Kayla’s with them. So seeing them go out of their comfort zone should have been a relief. He should be happy for them.
Whenever Guy was with them, being happy was easy. So why was he having such a hard time now?
Their grin dropped when they glanced at their watch with widened eyes. “Oh shit, I think I need to go.”
They opened their bedroom door and lifted up their arms from the side in a way to reveal more of what they were wearing. “How do I look?”
Yup, feeling dizzy again. Remember to breathe, Guy.
“Uh, yeah, y–you look great! Really.” Guy put on a strained smile. “Have fun, just don’t miss me too much, though. Might be unbecoming for your date.” He prays to god they don’t notice how his voice wavered at the end.
They rolled their eyes with a familiar chuckle that usually follows whenever he makes a joke, “Pfft, whatever.”
Waving him goodbye as they rush to the exit. “Don’t wait for me when you’re gonna eat dinner, by the way. I might be home late!” One last look on their watch had them walking faster. “Okaygottacatchthebusnowbye–!”
He heard the gentle click of the door shutting and the apartment felt lonelier than what he’s used to.
—
Tap, tap, tap.
“In old legends, tales long forgotten, the sea is often said to be unkind.
The sea’s temper is short, and his rage is felt through the angry swells of the water that eat sailors alive. His strength is tremendous, taking down the tallest of mountains and sinking whole countries with his surging claws. But most of all, his cruel waves do not discriminate, drowning both the wicked and the innocent altogether. He cares not for the last breath he takes from their lungs to fill with salt and water and death.
Despite his hostility, the sea yearns for the moon.
Whenever the moon came down to greet him like an old, treasured friend, the waters still. All is tranquil when the sky and the sea meet. The sea breeze is calm as the children play by the shore. The people were grateful, for the sea had fallen for the beauty in the sky.
But all good things never last.
The sea became selfish. He loathes the time when the moon eventually ascends to the abode of angels, their home. He loathes the loneliness that becomes of him when he can no longer feel the warmth of their glow. His loathing turns into wallowing in sorrow until he decides that he has had enough.
His calm waves suddenly grow with the intent to seize, to take, to keep the jewel of the night for himself. His desire for them to stay overflowed into his foolish actions that had done nothing but have the moon be victim to the harshness he had reserved for men.
The moon wept, and the sea received their tears. He had hurt them. He had hurt them in his act of love. They returned to the skies, burdened to carry the melancholy of a broken heart and the sea remains, afraid to cause more harm.
The moon never came down again.
His attempts to reconnect bear no fruit. A different kind of madness consumed him, wrapping around his very soul like how guilt wraps around the sinners. It’s God’s punishment, he deems, for his covetous ways. To chase for the sky but never touch the clouds, to stretch up to the heavens but never high enough.
He had realized that they could not be attained.
They will not come back for him.
Yet he continues to reach high above, hoping for the blessing of a god birthed by pity. To push his tides to the limit for a chance to be in the moon’s presence once more until the end of time.
It is all but a myth, ancient words that the people of the present cannot truly decipher, but all its messages share the same sentiment;
The sea is…”
“Hm.”
Tap, tap, tap.
“The sea is mysterious?”
“No, no, no…”
Tap, tap, tap.
“The sea is prideful?”
“Ugh, that doesn’t sound right either.”
Tap, tap, tap.
“The sea is spiteful?
Vitriolic?
Rancorous?”
The living room which was once filled with the constant stream of clicking laptop keys came to an abrupt halt. I give up. This whole ‘running away from your issues’ thing really isn’t working.
That same irritating pain still persisted. It was becoming less of an annoyance and more of a discomfort, aching to the point that Guy started to rub his chest a few times in an attempt to soothe it. What is up with me today? Even after the cold shower that he was sure would solve his current predicament, the feeling of unease still lingered.
He figured he might as well do the writing exercises that his professor had assigned a few days ago to distract himself yet it was of no help at all. In fact, it was just fueling the fire of these messy emotions that he had been feeling. His tired eyes closed, fingers circling his throbbing temples, as he racked his mind for something that would best fit the final line. I swear to god it’s at the tip of my tongue!
His mind snapped out of focus after hearing the noise of the door suddenly opening. He managed to haphazardly type a word to try out before it could escape his mind so that he could finally finish this troubling assignment that had opened more problems he had meant to solve.
The sound of heavy footsteps reached his ears and they burned, knowing full well who had just barged in. Speak of the devil. His roommate finally returned along with the sinking feeling in his ribs. They had gotten back from their date. Guy made sure to put on his most convincing smile.
“Hey, roomie! Back already? How was it?”
“Uh, yeah, hi.” They didn’t bother to look at him, ignoring his eager questions while they hastily set down the small bag they brought. Guy sees them navigate through the kitchen to fill up a glass of water and hungrily gulp it down. “I-is Kayla here?”
He frowned, shifting his body to face where they were in the kitchen. “Uh, no. She texted me that she was staying over with her boyfriend. Why?”
“Thank god.”
“Yeah, I know right? So, uh, how’s the date?”
No response came again, His roommate was seemingly distracted by whatever they were scrolling through on their phone but it was clear that they were purposely ignoring him.
“He-ey! I asked how the date was. Did something happen?” They were as timid as they were before. And like before, the unease in his gut grew.
“U-uhm, it was fine.” The man heard them murmur. Why were they so secretive? They seemed frazzled and they were doing that thing where they touched their cheeks to cover their face whenever they got warm because they were…flustered. Are they–? On that date, did they–? Did something happen like that between them and their date?
Unnoticed by his roommate, Guy’s eyes widened. The pain in his chest returned tenfold. This should’ve been a good thing. That means they had a great time. Why is he mad? Why does he get that sinking feeling? Why does he feel so spiteful about it?
“What, no juicy details? Oh, I get it. You’re keeping secrets from me! Not a kiss-and-tell typa person now, are we?”
Maybe it was stupid of him to prod, especially about the one thing that set this rollercoaster of confusing emotions in the first place. But he needs to know. What did they do? How was it? Did they like it— being with him instead of Guy?
They continued to ignore his lighthearted interrogations and Guy knew that he should’ve just dropped it at this point but something in him snapped all of a sudden. He isn’t sure if the agitation that built up had got to him but he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out his next words—harsher than intended.
“Hey, I'm not the selfish one over here who left me all alone inside at a weekend while they got to actually enjoy the night in some fancy restaurant or something. C’mon, spill!”
The lightness in his tone never left. In fact, to anyone else, it would’ve sounded like his usual playful nagging Both of them, however, noticed the shift in the direction of their conversation. (Since when was he one to provoke someone?) He’ll blame it on being in the heat of the moment for now. They understand he was just curious like that, right? All he was sure of was that he needed to know what happened. Why is he mad? Stop being mad. They didn’t do anything wrong.
He noticed their flinch far too late.
“I got stood up, Guy. Was that what you wanted to hear? Because, god forbid, I get to actually go out and do shit for myself!” The acidity of the way they said his name sent chills up to his spine. Their voice was eerily still, its coldness made Guy’s blood freeze. “Because I’m such a selfish asshole to enjoy things for once, right?”
“Oh.”
Oh fuck. He fucked up.
“Yeah, oh,” A dry chuckle left their quivering lips. “Can’t believe I fucking thought he would actually show up. Thought somebody wasn’t fucking around with me for once and I–” They abruptly stood up. The harsh scrape of the chair puts the whole room into an uncomfortable silence.
They weren’t flustered from the date, they were embarrassed. Humiliated. They had probably been waiting for that douchebag to show up only to receive false hope and pitying glances. And he just had to add insult to injury by being when he clearly should’ve just listened, should’ve stopped, should’ve comforted them. He can finally see the tears that began to stream down their face.
“It’s whatever. I’ll be in my room.”
“Fuck, I–I’m sorry. I didn’t know that he–”
But they had already slammed their bedroom door with a force that shook the place. Guy stayed sitting on the couch, all alone once more. Great, you just had to be a dick because of your stupid fucking…feelings about the thought of them spending their time with someone else!
He’s pathetic.
Here he was brooding over his roommate going out on a date only for whoever that moron was to throw away the fucking chance to spend time with them. But maybe he’s the bigger moron in this case. The guilt seeped into his bones and he felt them ache. What is going on with him? He was supposed to be there for them. To be a decent friend. But now, he just ruined their already shitty night more.
Truly pathetic.
His eyes darted to the last line he had typed on his laptop and he held his breath.
"The sea is a jealous being."
The lump in his throat became harder to swallow. He needs to make it up to them.
—
This is stupid. This is fucking stupid.
They should have never gone with it. They should have never accepted that asshole’s offer in the first place.
The faint sounds of an old TV series played from their phone, which had long been abandoned within patterned sheets, accompanied the figure that was currently trembling under the blankets. Stuttering, hiccuped gasps filled the room with a suffocating gloom. They think their hoarse throat couldn’t handle another broken sob to let out, having already cried every single last drop of their wallow out hours ago, their hot cheeks sticky from its tears.
It wasn’t like this was the first time something involving relationships didn’t work out with them. They were used to it. They should be used to it—being left out, avoided, and unwanted. (It’s just a stupid date, it wasn’t even meant to be serious. Why are you making it a big deal? Why are you so affected?)
Why are they so affected by this? What made them think they were all-so-suddenly desirable to someone? Why did they even think they had a shot at all this lovey-dovey shit in the first place?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. They’re shit with expressing their emotions and even shittier with dealing with them. Their outburst a while ago was a testament to that, shouting at Guy when he didn’t know any better. Maybe everything tonight was doomed from the start, then. They should’ve expected the hurt. Heartbreak was far from being a stranger to them at this point.
A tired groan came out of them again.
Tired. They’re so tired.
Hungry rumbles erupted from their stomach. Damn it. Thanks to their ‘date’, they weren’t able to eat. Fuck it. Waiting out until Guy’s in bed and sneaking out of their room to eat would probably be the best option. For now, they stay bundled in their bed—thoughts spiraling, head pounding, eyes swollen, and a heavy heart waiting for its pieces to be picked up again.
Then they’ll sleep it off like always. And then they’ll confront him about it, play it off like it’s another bad day so he’ll stop worrying because they know he will. Everything’s back to normal— they’ll apologize for the overreaction, he’ll joke about it and everybody goes on with their lives again.
Yeah. That could work.
Knock, knock!
“Hello?���
What the–? Ugh. For the love of–
“Hello? Roomie? You there?”
When they wanted to confront the roommate that they snapped at, they didn’t mean right now!
“What do you want, Guy?”
“Can you come out, please? It’s…important.”
They finally stood up from their blanket cocoon, hastily wiping the tears from their eyes to try and ‘shoo’ their roommate away. The door swung open, ready to put on their whole grumpy facade again. “Guy, I’m not really in the mood for–”
“Good evening, prestige customer! Your dinner awaits.”
What.
“Wha-- How did– When did you–?” Not giving any mind to Guy’s abominable impersonation of a British accent nor the messy scrawls of black ink on paper that vaguely resembles a mustache taped to his mouth, their eyes wander around the living room, confused and curious.
The atmosphere was completely different from the bleak apartment they had been enduring for months. Multicolored lights that they usually use for the holidays hung around the area, providing the dim room with enough light to give a dreamy ambiance. The small foldable table set they had for eating was moved to the middle, covered in what they remembered to be Guy’s freshly cleaned checkered blanket that they had just picked up from the laundry when they were doing errands.
On the table were some scented candles in mismatched glass containers, and two servings of a dish they couldn’t recognize. They even noticed faint jazzy music playing in the background to imitate the mood of a pretentiously lavish restaurant.
Overall, the decor clashed together horribly, yet despite that, they’d never seen the apartment so charming. The improvised set-up looks endearingly…cozy.
“Come, let me guide you to your table,” Guy, err, the waiter, dressed in a white longsleeved button-up and apron, led them to the center, pulling out a chair and tucking the napkin he had around the collar of their shirt. The man directed their attention to the ceramics containing what seemed to be their dinner this evening.
“Our main course that the chef has prepared for tonight is a creative twist of a classic European dish composed of a rich tomato-based sauce paired with a unique and innovative pasta shell shape, garnished with traditional Italian herbs and spices.”
“Guy, that’s a bowl of SpagetthiOs with some dried basil sprinkled on top,”
“Shush! Don’t ruin the immersion. And I am not Guy! I’m a waiter! Ahem!” The totally legitimate server who is not their roommate coughed very un-fakely, before composing himself in a more very real professional stance (then again, that might actually be real, seeing that he also serves the tables at Max’s when he’s not out delivering).
“I believe your date has returned. A very dashing fellow if I do say so myself, consider yourself lucky!” Guy suddenly ducked down out of view (though they could very much see him all the same) removing the mustache and button-up to reveal a shirt with a tacky tuxedo print on it.
He stood up, fixed a few strands of his hair that stuck up from his sudden movement, and looked at the person in front of him with a beaming expression.
“Hey, honey! Just got back from the restroom. Wow! The food looks amazing!”
All ‘Honey’ could do was stare dumbfoundedly before covering their smiling mouth with a trembling hand. A small chuckle became a bemused giggle until eventually they were full-on belly-laughing.
“H-Honey? Really? Where did you even get that from? And what the hell are you w-wearing?” Their voice shook, unable to contain any semblance of composure. This whole situation felt like it was pulled straight from a rom-com.
Guy laughed with them as he sat down to his side of the table. “Oh, so you like it? The nickname…came to me naturally. Feel like it suits you a lot, seeing how sweet you are to me, right?”
Honey, huh? They wouldn’t mind him calling them that.
“Also, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I think I look the most classy I’ll ever be!”
“Well, I’m underdressed then.” Their laughter had died down, slowly processing everything going on, well, it made them want to cry. All of this, for them? It’s too much trouble to go through.
“Nah, you’re fine! And besides, you look pretty all the time—which by the way, is absolutely not fair! I’m supposed to be the hot roommate here!” He declared with a mock offended tone as he sassily put his hands on his hips. Honey hoped he wouldn’t notice how their cheeks burned at how casually he called them ‘pretty’, like it was second nature.
“Then again, I wouldn’t mind if you underdress some more, ehh–”
It was his comfortingly familiar lewd quips, something they didn’t realize they missed hearing, yet why did their eyes water instead? The sobs that they weren’t aware they had been keeping in broke their dam again. Their cheeks must’ve grown tired from their crying all night, but this time, these weren’t tears for some dickhead that ditched them.
The abrupt stop of laughter and panicked sputtering from Guy after hearing their croaky sniveling would have had Honey laughing if they weren’t already struggling to breathe from their convulsive crying. “Oh, fuck! Uh, okay, sorry! I’m sorry! Bad timing! I shouldn’t have joked–”
“No, no, Guy, I’m sorry I–” They let out a shaky breath. “Wh–why did you go through all the trouble for me? I-I snapped at you and I don’t–,” hands wildly gestured around their surroundings. “–deserve all of this! I don’t– I’m so sorry I–”
“Hey, no, don’t apologize. You deserve this, okay? If someone like Kayla gets to share a night with her boyfriend then you, out of all people, deserve to spend your weekend having a great time and I won’t let some jerk ruin that for you,” He looked at Honey in the eyes with a sincerity that involuntarily made them shiver.
It’s not often that Guy was this serious with them. It was only reserved for moments when it was late at night and their teasing and gossip turned into deeper talks about anything and everything. They forgot how intense the look in his pretty eyes could get, how it felt like he saw through them, through their very being.
“I’m…one of those jerks, too. I really shouldn’t have said those words to you. You’re not selfish or an asshole. Your date was the asshole for not showing up and that’s a reflection on him rather than yourself. I just sprouted out those stupid things because I was just…bitter that you had your own plans when I really didn’t have the right to be.” Among other things. He decided not to bring up the other messy emotional stuff in his head. It’s not what they need to hear right now. “I’m really sorry for pushing you. I…really hope that you can forgive me but I would understand if you won’t.”
“I forgive you, Guy. Thank you for… for all of this. It really means a lot.”
They shared a tender smile as they continued their chatting with their dinner. By the time they cleaned the dishes and put everything back in its original place, the pair plopped down on the soft cushions of their sofa. Guy shifted himself into a better position to face Honey.
“I’m surprisingly still not sleepy. What else do you wanna do for tonight?”
“Hm…Smash?”
“Honey! How scandalous! Take me out to dinner first! Oh, well technically, I already did, so I guess your wish is my command after all—Ow!”
“I meant the game, you freak!”
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THIS FIC TOOK SOOOOO LONG i was so close to giving it up BUT WE'RE HERE EYYYY also this was suppose to have a bonus scene but ehhhh idk where i was going with it
rlly rlly hope you enjoyed ;--; i'm still not rlly happy with how i wrote this but there are some parts that i rlly like so i decided to post it HAHAHAHA feel free to give me feedback :DD and have a nc day/night!!
#redacted audio#redacted guy#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted honey#redacted fanfic#sten writes!#FINALLYYYYY#LIKE THIS TOOK SO LONG ITS NOT FUNNYYY#literally ruined my sleep sched BUT EYYY#i like the guy writing assignment part nyeheheh#haha get the title...bitter melon bc guy's bitter and green (with jealousy) hahahahha#thinking up the title took so long also i just thought that the word melon looks cute
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Greetings yall! This is the fic that I wrote for my 100 followers contest winner, @meat-husband. I headcanon that Melone is a Scorpio, so I thought it would be a fitting to throw him a birthday party for Formaggio and the reader to sneak out of lol. I hope you guys like it, it was very fun to write.
➼ Title: Il Mio Regalo
➼ Pairing: Formaggio/Reader
➼ Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
➼ Word Count: 2.4k
➼ Rating: Explicit, 18+
➼ Contains: Not sfw, car sex, scratching, biting, breeding, drunk sex, afab reader and she/her pronouns
➼ Summary: For Melone's birthday, you and the rest of La Squadra take your friend out to a drag queen club. You start teasing Formaggio on the dancefloor, and he takes you aside to show you some moves of his own.
➼ AO3
It was Formaggio and Illuso's brilliant idea to take Melone out to a drag queen club with the rest of the crew for his birthday. The purple-haired stand user was having a blast as he shot back drinks and flirted with any pretty face that passed him by. Ghiaccio sat beside him, complaining that the music was too loud, like he was known to do. "What is this shit? They call this music?" he ranted, crossing his arms angrily. On the other side of him sat Risotto, who sipped on a mixed drink. The alcohol seemed to not be affecting him whatsoever.
“Hey… Where are Sorbet and Gelato?” Melone slurred, looking around the table and the rest of the busy club. One of the performers that walked by caught his attention, and he followed her with his eyes and grinned wolfishly.
“Where do you think, birthday boy?” Illuso replied, tossing one of his braids over his shoulder with a sassy flourish.
Your little sexual escapade began when Formaggio suggested that you dance with him. “C’mon bambina, it’s getting a little boring sitting around, don’t you think?” he said, swinging his arm over your shoulder. He didn't have very much to drink and he was already demonstrating that sweet, carefree attitude that you loved about him so much. “You look cute as hell in that dress, it’d be a shame not to show you off a little,” he added before kissing your cheek, chuckling.
Pesci, who was drinking diet coke, blushed at the romantic display from your boyfriend. Prosciutto rolled his eyes before taking a shot of hard liquor.
“I’d love to,” you said, allowing Formaggio to guide you to the dancefloor, his hand protectively on your waist.
“Pesci, Pros. You guys should dance, too. You’ve been sitting around like a buncha lameasses all night!” Melone said a little too loudly, pointing at them with his drink and subsequently spilling a bit onto the table. Risotto was quiet and gave the puddle of booze a disapproving look. Momentarily, Melone and Illuso were drunkenly pushing them towards the direction of the dancefloor as well. You and Formaggio had already picked up a groove, moving against each other to the catchy beat of the song playing over the speakers. Formaggio snuck a peak of Proscuitto and Pesci awkwardly trying to blend into the crowd nearby, but the way your hips were moving against his were much more interesting than what they were doing. He looked at you questioningly, cocking his shaved head, and you grinned in response, grinding your hips tantalizingly against his.
You could hear his sharp intake of breath above the loud music, and he reciprocated the act. It wasn’t difficult for you to feel the very obvious tent in his red pants.
“Sorry, mio coniglietta dolce (my sweet bunny), you know I can’t help myself…I’m just having an amazing time, and you look so beautiful," he babytalked as you slid your hands up his shoulders, over the studs of his jacket. “I love you, you know that?”
Your eyes softened as you gazed at him. “I love you too, Maggie. Why don’t we get out of here?” you suggested, whispering against his lips as you drew closer to him. He bit his lip and nodded his head quickly.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he agreed. He moved to pull away from you before stopping to think. “Where are we going to do it?” Formaggio asked, quirking his eyebrow. "We need to find a spot private enough." Damn. You didn’t think that far ahead. You already had a few ideas--you both could go behind the back of the club, or in the restrooms, but neither of those options was preferable to you at the moment. Prosciutto was the one that drove you, Formaggio, and Pesci to the club and you wished that you had brought your own car.
It seemed like your boyfriend had the same idea as you, because a realization dawned in his eyes and he gave a shit-eating grin.
“Where’s Pros?” he asked, looking around. By that point, he had lost sight of him and Pesci in the crowd. The stiff member in his pants made it even harder for him to focus.
“Shit, I’m not sure,” you replied, also looking around.
Then, the lights went down and the crowd began to cheer. One of the many stunning queens made her way to the stage and began to introduce one of the performers for the evening. You and Formaggio knew this would be the perfect time to jack Prosciutto’s keys off of him if you could find him. It wasn’t too difficult to spot him standing awkwardly on the side of the crowd along with Pesci. Formaggio rubbed his hands together schemingly before looking at you. “Watch this,” he told you, grinning, before shrinking himself down to about 150 centimeters. Carefully, he approached Proscuitto, keeping his footsteps light and merging into the crowd with ease. Formaggio was right behind the man, and carefully grabbed the keys that were hanging out of his pocket. By the time Proscuitto whipped around to confront whoever was behind him, your boyfriend was gone, shrinking himself down even smaller to escape into the crowd.
“Did you see someone just now?” the black-clad gangster asked his counterpart.
“What?” Pesci responded, enthralled by the performance of the queen and drowned out by the loud music that came from the speakers.
Formaggio returned to you, returning to his normal height of 178 centimeters. He smirked and jingled the keys in front of your face. “Cranky bastard won’t ever know. Let’s get out of here, babygirl,” he said, cocking his head towards the exit of the club and cheekily smacking your ass.
The whole club blurred by you as the both of you made your escape. Formaggio was leading you by the hand out into the dimly lit parking lot. In his other hand, he was excitedly jingling the pair of keys that did not belong to him. You wondered how long it would take Proscuitto to notice that they were missing and throw one of his bitchfits, but the heat in your loins superseded that thought. You had been on the edge of your seat since Formaggio took you onto the dancefloor, and you were ready for him to be inside you. The both of you approached the chic Italian sports car and Formaggio excitedly unlocked the vehicle. He opened the door to the backseat for you and smirked. “Ladies first,” he drawled, motioning towards it.
“Thank you,” you said coquettishly before climbing onto the cushy seats. Knowing that you and Formaggio were going to make Proscuitto’s car smell like sex somehow made you even slicker beneath your underwear. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend was climbing in beside you. You were on him quickly, climbing into his lap and kissing him with vigor. He gladly returned the gesture, running his hands down your back, sides, and finally cupping your ass. You ground your hips down against the outline of his cock in his trousers, and Formaggio carefully fingered the zipper of your dress, not tugging it down yet, but playing with you. You made a frustrated noise against his lips and pulled away, putting your hands brattily on his chest.
“Don’t toy with me please,” you whined, bucking your hips against his lap and making him laugh at your needy attitude. “I’m so fucking wet from the dancefloor, come on,” you urged, pouting at him. Formaggio could never resist your cute little pout. He was weak for you and everybody knew it, but he couldn't help it.
“If you ask, you shall receive,” he said coyly, an evil look spreading over his face while he eagerly unzipped your dress. You climbed out of it easily until you were bare on his lap. His hazel eyes trailed down your body appreciatively, taking in your beauty. “God… How did I get here? This is a dream, right?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes returning to your face while his hands slid up your stomach and sides to cup your breasts.
“You’re not dreaming. But you are wearing too many clothes,” you remarked, tugging off his jacket and leaving him in his skimpy green crop top. Formaggio agreed with you and started to undo his fly. It wasn’t long before you were both bare, hands all over in seconds. The windows of Proscuitto’s car began to fog.
Formaggio was excited and a bit hasty, guiding you onto his cock already. You gripped his shoulders and moaned brokenly as the blunt tip of his manhood began to penetrate you. He let out a satisfied sigh as he slid between your wet folds. “So good… You looked amazing while you were dancing,” he said as he bottomed out in you. His cheeks lit up a brilliant pink as he watched himself disappear inside you. You started grinding against his lap, a precursor to bouncing up and down on his cock. His mouth was left hanging open while your walls hugged his member.
He gripped your waist tight and guided you back down on every thrust, breathless. Formaggio couldn’t keep his lips off of you, and he began to kiss and suck on your neck while you moved. He nibbled at your skin and you hissed out a sound of both pain and pleasure. You could feel the vibrations of his laughter against you, your reactions making him nip harder. Formaggio left marks on your skin that the cut of your dress wouldn’t be able to hide, and that excited you. All of La Squadra would be able to see the evidence of your little quickie with him. You arched your back into each thrust, driving him deeper every time your thighs met. His pupils were blown, hazy from the alcohol and the sheer lust of being inside you. He moved down to your breast, leaving more marks, and you tossed your head back. The taste of your skin was vaguely salty, the man's eyes slipping closed as the taste blossomed on his tongue.
“M-Maggie… I’m r-really close…” you breathed, your legs trembling as you struggled to bounce on his lap. He could feel your effort and he took the opportunity to remove you from his lap and lay you down on the seats. Formaggio’s smiled dopily when he re-entered you, the new angle sending a deep sound erupting from him. He picked up the pace quickly, his arms planted on either side of you while he thrust into your cunt.
“Oh, cazzo! Me too, bella, me too,” he panted out. You ran your hands over his shaved head and down his back, holding on for dear life while he drove you to climax. You couldn’t restrain yourself from clawing his back, and your partner hissed as your blunt nails ran over his skin. “H-Ha...You’re practically begging me to stuff you full of my cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, his grin unbearably handsome.
His words made your pussy flutter around him and squeeze him like a vice. “Yes! Yesyesyes,” you babbled, pulling him close. You could feel him throbbing against your sensitive walls, every vein and ridge to his member dragging over your insides. Formaggio choked out a broken curse before burying himself deep inside you. He gave a shuddering breath as he emptied himself in you, but didn’t let up his pace. He could see the need in your facial expressions, your hands drawing him closer and closer, tearing up his shoulders.
Formaggio kissed you, hard, as your orgasm hit you. Your legs locked around him instinctively, pulling him as close as he could be as you tremble around him. Your sex dripped with slick and tightened around him, not wanting to let him go. His name fell from your lips over and over as you rode out your orgasm, feeling his warm seed slosh inside you. He was trembling, too, sweat beading down his forehead and his eyes unfocused. The inside of the car was now completely foggy, only the fuzzy streetlights illuminating the space. You both tried to catch your breaths, and after a moment of gathering himself, Formaggio was the first one to speak.
“You are fucking incredible. I’m so glad I'm the one who gets to date you,” he said before giving you a tender kiss on the lips. The compliment made your heart swell in your chest. Formaggio pulled away after a moment to reach into the glove compartment and pull out something to clean you with. You looked down between your legs to see that some of Formaggio’s cum got on the leather seats.
“How mad do you think Proscuitto is gonna be?” you said, looking down at it.
“Fuck 'im,” Formaggio said, nonchalantly, before the two of you busted up laughing, still not clothed. You leaned against each other, laughing until you were wheezing. Moments like these made you realize how much you were truly in love with him. Your gigglefest was disrupted by a pounding on the still foggy window.
“Are you two shitting me?” Prosuitto’s indignant, disappointed voice sounded from the other side. “On my leather seats? Really?” the gangster roared, scoffing and continuing to beat on the door.
“Big bro, you’re going to break the window--” Pesci tried to warn, blushing hard at catching the two of you in the car.
“Let ‘em have fun! It’s my birthday,” Melone cheered from outside too, laughing, his boots clicking around on the ground. You could hear Ghiaccio grumbling, and you assumed that Melone was heavily leaning against him. Formaggio smirked at the opportunity to rub it in the guys' faces before hollering back. "Sorry! I'm not sure where her panties went, you're going to have to give us a minute to find them!"
You punched him playfully in the arm, embarrassed, and he gathered you in his arms, holding you close to his chest. “It might be Melone’s birthday, but no gift he’s received tonight is a great as the one I have right here,” he said sweetly, the joking tone he used earlier gone. “I love you so much, tesora.”
“I love you too, Maggie… You’re my everything,” you told him, your gaze soft before you kissed him, just as grateful for him as he is for you.
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Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,540 Words
Summary: Bakusquad’s day out.
Warnings: Food Mention, Child Abuse Mention, Forced Eating Disorder Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.
Notes: Touya’s clothes include links to what they look like.
Hair Dye Buddies: Chapter 4
Once in the mall, Mina dragged him along to a store with bright colors and neon and he was so overjoyed to be able to pick a few pastel things, mainly purple, including a long sweater with purple and black stripes and rips strategically placed on it.
Mina's venture in the neon store took a while but everyone let her go about her business, leaving Kaminari with her as he picked up a few yellow shirts and Touya smiled as Bakugou totally didn't sneak a black shirt with orange flames on it into his pile of very purple clothing.
Once they paid at the neon store, Bakugou dragged him more forcefully toward a store with more baggy clothing and stuff he knew he'd see Bakugou wearing. Stuff he was, in fact, wearing as well. He picked out more pants here than anything but black and dark purple and even a couple of pink shirts ended up in his pile.
Mina and Kirishima ended up throwing a few other things in his pile like the black pair of boots they found that were similar to the ones he wore but with chains on them, the many masks Sero and Kaminari picked out for him, and the socks Bakugou smacked him lightly with when he told him he forgot to ask for socks.
The next store was much more his style, black everywhere, some white and colors mixed in but he felt like this place was definitely his favorite. It seemed Kaminari came here a lot because he was already around the store twice while Touya was still looking at the shirts in the front.
"Found some shoes you'll like. They're made for water based quirk combat, ice and snow slip resistant and all." He hummed at them. They actually looked good and even his style with the chains on them and the thick chunky heel with the the slip resistant grip on the bottom.
"Try 'em on, Touya." Mina insisted, forcefully seating him on the benches. He obliged and tried them on for her.
"They're comfortable." Touya realized as he tapped his foot against the ground.
"Yeah, man, this place makes a lot of its stuff usable for quirk combat. A lot of heroes frequent this place for additions to their hero outfits and stuff they can use on the daily if they don't have access to their costume." Kirishima told him.
"My boots are from here. Mine are a lot like yours but shorter and orange soles." Bakugou told him.
"You just like the color orange." Touya told him.
"I won't deny that." Bakugou smirked at him. "Stand up in 'em, Cotton Candy." He obliged and had to hold onto Kirishima for a minute to balance himself in just the one boot.
"Oh wow, I'm tall now. I'm tall, everyone. I'm now a giraffe." He laughed.
"Never been tall, I guess?" Sero asked.
"No, I'm short. I'll bet I won't even get taller during my growth spurt." Touya joked, sitting back down.
"Like em, though?" Mina asked.
"I love them." Touya beamed. The rest of the clothes shopping went well. Then they moved onto grocery shopping in a store within the mall. Mina leading by example and picking out plenty of fruit and some snacks.
"Hey, Space Invaders, we still need to grab dinner, slow down." Bakugou reminded her.
"What do you like eating, Touya?" Kaminari asked.
"I don't know?" He told them unsurely.
"You don't know? You never had a favorite food growing up, man?" Sero asked.
"My father always had a lock on the fridge to keep us all eating properly but then he'd only make what he liked." He admitted quietly.
"Shoto better let others join that Enji Hate Squad." Bakugou mumbled.
"Well, pick out some things you think you'll like. Bakugou here's practically a chef. He'll make it taste good anyway." Kaminari joked.
"Shut your mouth, Dunce Face!" Bakugou threatened and Touya smiled behind his mask.
"So I'm allowed to pick whatever I want." Touya more so was assuring himself he didn't have to pick up food his father would force down his throat.
"Yeah, man, just pick out whatever you think you'll want. We have Sero here, that guy's like a human trash bin. He'll eat anything you hand him." Kirishima assured him.
He went about picking up a few things he thought he'd like, some lotus root, enoki, eggplant, cheese, eggs, and tofu. He also grabbed a few things he had to look at the names of like yuzu, a few noodle bowls, spam, sausages, and he hesitantly picked up chocolate, melon ice cream, and coffee jelly.
Bakugou had disappeared at one point and came back with his own basket full of, assumedly, dinner makings. He sort of understood what he was making, maybe curry but with noodles? Touya couldn't tell since he'd never been allowed to make his own food.
"Alright, if you're happy with what you got, we'll check out and head home." Bakugou told him.
"Yeah, I mean, I don't even know if I'll like some of this stuff." Touya mumbled.
"Human vaccuum, right here." Sero gestured to himself.
When they got home, it was about 6 at night and Bakugou began cooking for dinner. Something that Mina called Jjajjangmyeon. His foods went into one of the communal fridges with his name stuck to them with sticky notes.
"You want anything made special, Cotton Candy?" Bakugou asked as he opened the freezer back up to get the melon ice cream.
"Um, I was just gonna try the ice cream." He felt like he was being caught doing something bad. Maybe, in his head, he thought he was in trouble but he still got his melon ice cream and a spoon out and hesitantly tried it. It was actually amazing.
"Like it, man?" Sero asked.
"This is really good." He admitted.
"Our boy likes melon ice cream!" Mina exclaimed happily from the living room.
"Have you even had ice cream before, Touya?" Kirishima asked.
"Not really. I mean, Dad let us have frozen berries and called that ice cream." He muttered softly, eating more of his ice cream.
"I hate that man." Bakugou muttered, continuing to cook.
"Yeah, all of us siblings do too. Or at least we all did five years ago." He frowned a bit. Dinner was amazing. Touya even had seconds with everyone else. The usual banter around the table was so fun.
"I'm probably gonna bother Mr. Aizawa to train my quirk a little more. I don't wanna fall behind you all, especially when Mr. Aizawa is going to put me in with the provisional licensing exam." Touya told them, sighing as he got himself up to his room, counting as he went to make sure he was going to the right room.
He put on his new quirk-resistant boots in his room and clothing that wasn't Bakugou's. He ultimately decided on a black short sleeve shirt with fishnet sleeves to his wrists attached and black jeans with a lot of metal attached Mina had picked out for him.
Touya was happy looking himself over, his father would never approve but he felt happy in his skin now, which was no longer getting scarred by the quirk too ill-made for him. He realized he had no clue where Aizawa was by the time he left his room, to which Shoto was about to knock.
"Oh, hi." Shoto greeted his rather sudden appearance. "Where are you going?" Shoto asked.
"I was about to go find Mr. Aizawa and ask him if I could train my quirk but I just figured out I don't know where he is." Touya laughed to himself a little.
"Mr. Aizawa's sleeping in the living room downstairs. But Mr. Yamada is around. I can bring you to him and he can watch over your training." Shoto offered.
"Thank you, that would be awesome." Touya smiled. "What did you come here for?" Touya asked on their way down.
"I wanted to make sure you didn't lose the card." He handed it back immediately. "I wanted to make sure you ate."
"Bakugou made jjajjangmyeon so I ate with him and his friends. He and his friends also took me out to buy some food and clothes for myself as well." He told his brother.
"That's good." Shoto was quiet.
"What did you eat?" Touya asked.
"Iida ordered pizza for our friend group. I had mainly Hokkaido cheese pizza but Midoriya made me try some of his Genovese pizza and it wasn't that bad." Touya smiled. "Oh, and how has your day been?" Shoto asked.
"It's okay. I mean, everyone's so nice. besides that little grape gremlin earlier." Shoto stifled a laugh and smiled.
"Yeah, Mineta's like that a lot. I'm sure everyone's just hoping he'll drop out if he doesn't get his provisional license."
"Well, I'm already here taking his spot."
"And you're doing an amazing job with the title so far, Touya. Bring honor to the 19th seat in class. That grape sure doesn't." Touya smiled at his brother and they were out the door after waving to the two friend groups in the kitchen, Sero sneaking pieces of pizza leftover and Kaminari and Midoriya talking about their quirks.
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#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mina ashido#todoroki touya#kaminari denki#katsuki bakugou#kirishima eijiro#sero hanta#todoroki shouto#snoweywrites#hair dye buddies au#tw food mention#tw child abuse mention#tw eating disorder mention
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Jar of Rebuke Episode 11 Unofficial Transcript
Season 1 Episode 11: Observations B
INTRO
The following audio recording is classified documentation for case [audio distortion]
GIA
I'm sorry, I'm not sure what that was. This equipment is in dire need of upgrades. This is Dr. Gia Castillo. The following audio recording is classified documentation for case H57. The subject has proven to be a bit... stubborn? Annoying? Well perhaps “difficult” is the best word. Ideally things would just go smoothly so that I could get back to what I was actually hired to do. I have a PhD in zoology, I have spent thousands of dollars for my education and title, but this? This? This is asinine, this is absolutely ludicrous, this is flat out stupid. There's no reason for this much time, effort, and money to be spent on Todd's little pet project. I was hired to examine how pollution and radiation could lead to the creation of these creatures, from afar. The local deer population for example? All of that research was led by me from my lab. Processing the radioactivity readings, exposure rates, things that could have led to the possible creation of the not-dear? In my professional opinion, is quite solid. And now? Now I'm playing babysitter to some… thing that Todd told me to watch over via nanny cam because he's too scared to. I have to play lab partner with something that never even earned its degree, yet still gets the title? I'll have to edit all of that out.
Today the subject took that hellhound on a walk after breakfast, which was then followed by some time watching television, a shower and then a frantic phone call. I won't know who it called until after a system synced tonight to pick up all the data from its phone and audio journal but it exhibited clear behavior and body language of being in quite a panic. It sat down and had started to record a session in its audio journal. While the audio journaling has remained as consistent as before, there have been some changes in its other behaviors. My recent findings have shown that the subject has been quite resistant to Dr. Daman’s sessions as of late. By the sound of its complaints and also of Dr. Daman's reports, the resistance is only worsening. Which led to another observer being brought in not too long ago- Mr. Zimmer. Now that I have the utter displeasure of working with him, my luck only continues to sour. Anyways, through the audio files and also the footage from the cameras, we are seeing signs of something else for us to look into. It taking in that hellhound as a pet of all things was both simultaneously surprising but also not too out of character for what we have seen previously. Creatures like those tend to be drawn to one another. But now there appears to be a third creature of sorts wandering around that particular home. We need to look further into what's captured on our recordings. The subject has mentioned to Dr. Daman seeing shadows around its home so that may be a good start for us. With that hellhound, Grove I believe it's taken to calling it, the team has agreed that it's best if that creature isn't around to further influence the subject. Of course the influence isn't intentional on the hellhound’s part per se, but the subject's empathy towards other supernatural creatures has only amplified since taking it in. That puts quite a hindrance on the goal that we were given by Todd, so it needs to go.
Dr. Daman suggested perhaps staging a sort of “running away from home” that pets tend to do. That may be our best course of action but putting this into action will take more time and planning. And we have also tried to get rid of those black-eyed children that keep tapping on its door. A bit of pest control as Todd calls it but well, in Mr. Zimmer's words- like roaches they don't die easily and they will come back. They seem to become only more adamant about being let into the subject's house. After the subject's investigation of those melon head children in the woods, Todd has decided that it'd be best to attempt to round them up and bring them in as well. Too dangerous to leave them out, he claims. Eating people seems to be the line, but Todd has shown no concern with the creature our subject encountered out in the river. I believe he has a certain disdain for creatures with child-like forms, at least that's a theme I've observed.
[door opens] Ah, what brings me the pleasure of your company?
LIAM
Ah, Gia, hello! I just came to check in and see how we were doing today, do a check in with the patient. How is it doing today?
GIA
That is Dr. Castillo, Mr. Zimmer. It just sat down to record a session of the audio journal. It was rather wise for Dr. Daman to encourage that, giving us a clear look into its thoughts. Of course what exactly it's saying I won't know until later tonight once the cloud collects the data, though it just got off of the phone with someone and has been pacing around the room quite nervously while talking.
LIAM
Fascinating. It's always so adamant about the supposed feelings it has. If I didn't know any better, I would say that it's practically human in every way! Look at it- the stress, the agitation. You know, the way that it so often curls into itself in our sessions truly is human. If only it knew the truth.
GIA
We're here to see how long we can keep the truth from it. I know you're using this to satiate personal curiosities, Mr. Zimmer, but we do have a goal to attain, and we must treat this as if we only have one shot at it.
LIAM
Oh of course, of course. But you can't tell me it's not incredibly curious. It acts so human and doesn't even think for a second that it might not be? Even though it's experienced death, well, far more times than it can count. I've seen it's so-called medical files. Dr. Rahal must really stretch his brain to figure out how to explain it all in a way that doesn't tip it off. And the fact that its body scars like a human body does is also fascinating.
GIA
Considering that Dr. Rahal is being kept on a need to know basis with this case, of course he must get a bit creative with his explanations.
LIAM
And based on those little audio journals, we may need to make sure that the good doctor isn't getting too soft with the patient. We don't have the luxury to empathize with the creature.
GIA
Would you empathize with it even if we did have the luxury?
LIAM
Hmm that's quite an excellent question, though I'm inclined to say no...
GIA
Which does not surprise me, given your reputation. Now if you would excuse me, Mr. Zimmer, I would like to resume my examinations. I'll forward you my notes and findings once I'm done.
LIAM
Of course, of course, doctor. I'll send over my notes from my most recent session with it to you and Dr. Daman at my next convenience. Talk to you later, Gia.
GIA
He is going to break our subject before we can find another one. Bringing him into this project was a ridiculous idea. I get that we're here to see just how human this creature has become, but you can see humanity without shattering one's mental stability. Anyways, this would imply that the creature has become human at all. It's still what it was before just with a human shell. Nothing will change what the creature is no matter how it looks or acts. I'll have to edit all of that out as well.
The subject has now taken to rocking slightly in its seat as it records. Something new that it picked up. There's various reasons that people rock back and forth but if it's picked this up from witnessing someone do this that would make sense. Dr. Daman encouraged it to engage more within the community of Wichton, mostly so we could see how it would socialize, but we didn't expect it to have so much success in doing so. The primary documented friends that it's made have been a few residents in town, primarily a Darius Chapman and a Holly Darling. Also it is reconnecting with its old lab partner, Dr. Milo Lomax, who had never been told the full truth hence why they were separated as lab partners. It has also been spending time with a research scientist from another department, uh, Dr. Jamie Everett. I'm not sure how much she has been briefed on the situation. With the amount of employees here who have been left in the dark on the true nature of this case it's safer to assume that she doesn't know, but I cannot say that for certain. I will need to reach out to Todd to see how deeply, if at all, Dr. Everett is involved.
That hellhound has been sniffing around its house quite a bit lately. Whether it's just part of more canine behavior or if it's more of the cryptid nature, I am not sure. Whatever it may be it's getting in the way of my view. Has it spotted the camera? It couldn't have, it's still just a dog! [clicking sounds] Oh, no, okay. All right, uh well, this is, this is bad. The subject has found the camera! How did this happen, this is... I have to inform Todd immediately, this is not damage control that we can afford to handle poorly! Damn it.
OUTRO
Jar of Rebuke is created and produced by Casper Oliver. Dr. Gia Castillo is voiced by Vanessa Rosengrant. Mr. Liam Zimmer is voiced by Andy “Pixel” Smith. Credits are read by Ashley Craft who has created the podcast official graphics. Episode was edited by Chelsea Finley. Episode was written by Casper Oliver and Jenny O'Sullivan. Music was created by Luke Menniss, spelled m-e-n-n-i-s-s who you can find and support on bandcamp, spotify, and twitch. Follow us on social media for updates. If you've been enjoying us please consider leaving a rating, review or comment wherever you tune in. You can also support us on patreon or pod hero by following the links in our episode description. And special thanks to our patreon supporters Tristan, Perry, Devin, Becky, Nico, Danny and Joyce.
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Title: in this house, ch 2
Author: fogsrollingin
Fandom: Supernatural
Story details: Sam & Dean, rated PG-13, 2k words.
Summary: getting out of this house.
My next entry for @whumptober2020! Prompts filled are no. 14 brand & no. 15 magical healing & no.31 torture
A/N: all my amazing readers who let me know they wanted more of this story (when I’d planned it to just be a very intense one-shot, here we gooooo! 😆
Chapter 1 on Tumblr || Full story available on AO3 || Fanfiction.net too || INCREDIBLE art inspired by this fic: Hurt Sam by @midnightsilver on tumblr, uncensored version on pillowfort and now also on AO3!
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ in this house ch2 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
Furniture crashed overhead, Dean's team of hunters fighting, feet pounding over the floorboards, the sounds of screaming, hissing vampires. Sometimes their sounds would stop abruptly, then a heavy thunk to indicate their decapitated melons had just hit the floor and it was like music to Dean's ears. Macabre as it may be, it was a dream come true right now as he huddled in this cage with his brother shaking and clinging to him out of his mind with fear.
Sam had cleared up enough to say his name though. That was a start. Dean thought about their next moves. Or tried to. He blinked his eyes, shook his head, summoning the wherewithal to get brain's gears back online.
Damn it, you planned for this! Dean scolded himself. The harder he focused, the stronger this rushing feeling bubbled out overwhelming him, filling his senses up with cotton and getting him too jittery to think straight.
"Fuck," Dean muttered, hauling his shivering, traumatized little brother up against him closer. Sam went with it. Dean ducked his own head into his brother's disgusting hair. They were wasting time. He kept telling himself that to spur himself into action but... there were so many things, so many ways Dean could help Sam and as he ran down the mental list of them he just didn't know which came first.
Dean didn't know how long they stayed like that hugging each other in the cage like they weren't free, like Dean had simply joined his brother enslaved inside. It felt like a purgatory Dean could live with. After everything they'd been through, to just be together even in that cage was enough.
"Hey, okay guys," a low voice smoothed over them. Sam didn't react but Dean recognized Mallory's voice. She was a medic turned hunter that'd arrived last week with her friend, Gerald. She hovered over the cage's door.
She moved and Dean couldn't see, her dark brown skin and black outfit perfect camouflage. "Don't!" Dean begged. Sam scuttled closer. Dean didn't know what he was begging for. Don't come into the cage? Don't shatter this moment? Don't you touch him?
Thundering steps of so many people erupted behind her. Sam yelped and Dean grunted, clutching Sam back.
"Stop!" Mallory ordered and the feet coming down the stairs did as they were told. Dean heard some jubilance in their tones, wanting to clear the basement of these blood suckers and high five Dean. Instead Mallory's voice rang out crystal clear. "Go clear the rest of the house. Burn the bodies out back. I want Gerald down here though. Gerald?"
"Yeah, here," a man replied softly, an easy gait stepping down the stairs past the others who'd started making their way back up. He appeared next to Mallory and crouched down with her to talk. His skin was a little lighter than hers' so Dean could make him out in the dark better. He was biting his nails looking at them, brows furrowed with worry.
"I'd like you to stay down here. Make sure no one's in the other cages."
"You got it," he murmured softly. He got up slowly in deference, it seemed, and moved away.
"All right. Dean?" Mallory asked.
"Y-yeah," Dean gruffed from the human ball they'd made, the two of them curled around each other so tight now. Dean didn't want it to end but somewhere in the back of his mind he was reminding himself that Mallory and Gerald were the best, his favorites. He couldn't remember exactly why. His brain was fried right now but he responded to her voice.
Something slid into the cage out of the corner of his eye, Mallory pushing his backpack inside within reach of him. The first aid kit was in there, a water bottle, some of Sam's clothes, hot chemical packs, an emergency blanket. Dean had packed everything he could think of.
"Do you want me to come in?" Mallory asked evenly.
Dean stared at the backpack and shook his head.
"Can I walk you through this?"
Dean's face screwed up and he let out a sob. He nodded though.
"Okay Dean, it's okay. You're doing great. You've got your brother. He's safe now. You're gonna take care of him. You two will be home eating takeout at a shitty motel in no time," she lied with so much charm and Dean was nodding in agreement, engaged, growing more and more aware.
"Now what you gotta do first is lay Sam down and examine him, Dean. You gotta know how hurt he is. Cuts, bruises, broken bones, come on Dean, you gotta see."
Dean nodded to Mallory, his face still buried in Sam's hair. "Okay, okay Sammy, you ready?"
Sam shuddered but let Dean gently pry him free until he was sitting. Dean wasn't going to make him lie down.
"Sam, where does it hurt?" Dean asked stiffly. Mallory waited behind him patiently and he felt better she wasn't pressuring him. Dean might have had a minor freakout just now but he still had the last say on how to handle his brother.
Sam shivered and shook. "It doesn't."
"What?"
"Hungry."
Dean heard Mallory scrambling at the backpack, the sound of little pretzel bags crinkling before one landed next to Sam's feet. Sam grabbed it and tore into it.
A rolling sound and Dean turned to see Mallory had pushed the water bottle to tumble its way to them. Dean grabbed it and put it within Sam's reach.
"Sam... can I take a look at you?" Dean asked hesitantly as Sam wolfed down the last of the pretzels. Mallory threw another one and without acknowledging her Sam pounced on the second helping.
"They'd heal me. After the torture. Magic." He spoke quietly between crumbly breaths. "Except here." He twisted and lifted his leg to show his right thigh.
Dean tilted his head to see, Mallory squinted and leaned forward.
Dean swore. Mallory gasped.
"Sammy what the fuck is that?"
"It's a brand," Sam replied wetly.
Gerald came back just then, his steps silent and graceful. "Nobody."
Mallory took Gerald's hand and squeezed. "Could you tell the others to go? These two-"
"I understand. I'll tell 'em," Gerald whispered. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything." He squeezed her hand back and made his way.
Dean turned back to his brother. "Sammy, can I-?" he asked as he moved in to look at the wound again. Sam nodded and leaned against the cage wall for balance as Dean lifted his right knee up to see again. If Sam was embarrassed by Dean's proximity to his twig and berries he didn't show it. He'd slowed his snacking, interspersing pretzel bites with gulps from the water bottle. He seemed dazed, but it was a definite level up from what he'd been before.
Dean ducked and examined Sammy's leg. He clenched his jaw so as not to disturb whatever shell-shocked peace Sam was in right now but damned if he didn't want to curse up a storm right now.
All Sam's leg hair had been burned off, in its place deep carvings in a design Dean couldn't even begin to make out with so much scabbing and swollen skin marring it. All the cuts had needed stitches but instead they'd been reopened repeatedly. It was red, moist with pus, clearly infected.
Dean set Sam's leg down and felt his forehead. He glanced back at Mallory. "He needs antibiotics."
"He need a hospital?"
Dean got himself up into a kneel, put his hands on his knees and stared at his voracious brother chowing down on a fourth packet (if he'd kept count correctly) of pretzels. "No. No I can take him, I think."
Mallory scooted in and Dean let her. She was holding a huge white square of gauze the size of his hand. There were ugly brown lines glazed on it where she'd applied the antiseptic. Dean looked at her for a second. She looked up and understood what he needed.
"We're gonna bandage the injury so we can get him dressed. And then we're gonna get him out of this cage and then we're gonna move him out of this house."
Dean's eyes watered and he nodded. She gave him the medical tape.
"Okay, okay, okay," Dean muttered to himself, getting into position. "Sammy, you ready?"
"Yeah."
Dean pressed the bandage gently along Sam's flayed flesh and Sam only whimpered once, breathed heavily through the rest of it as Dean taped. Dean knew it meant his pain tolerance had heightened. The heavy weight of that knowledge settled sick in his stomach. It would never go away. "So good, good job Sammy, so brave, you got this," Dean babbled, not paying attention to what he was even saying anymore.
The instant he was done, Mallory handed him Sam's black cotton sweatpants he'd brought and he helped Sam into them. Next was a plain white t-shirt. Sam moaned and reached for Dean a couple times. He'd fall against his chest for a break to catch his breath and Dean would hold him through it, rub his back, tell him he smelled awful.
They scooted Sam out of the cage, taking care not to jostle him. Dean felt lighter as they crossed the threshold, the repulsive air of a torture dungeon still somehow fresher now they were out of that godforsaken cage.
"Gonna have this thing melted down," Dean gruffed.
He got under Sam's arm, Mallory under the other, and together they counted to ten to lift Sam up so he could walk.
Sam groaned and weakly placed his feet flat on the floor, a valiant attempt to take some of his weight but they were lifting him too fast.
Mallory and Dean were softly congratulating him as he rose almost to full height. He gave them a strained smile before closing his eyes and passing out.
Dean's alarmed shouts for Sam to wake up again mingled with Mallory's yells for Gerald as they both struggled to give Sam a controlled fall.
Gerald pounded down the stairs and stopped at the tableau before him. Mallory out of breath and stressed as she refastened her pony tail with hands trembling with adrenaline. Dean hovered over his brother solicitously. The kid was clothed now which was a plus for Gerald, yet unconscious, a new minus.
"We need some muscle, sugar," Mallory explained. "Sam passed out."
Gerald came around and crouched down on Sam's other side across from Dean. "Well now I'm really happy you put clothes on the kid," he joked good-naturedly. Dean huffed. Gerald looked down. "So this is your little brother, huh?"
"Yep." Dean's chin quivered. He brushed Sam's hair off his face.
Gerald patted his back a few times. "C'mon, get it together."
Dean nodded, rubbed his face. "Right, okay, uh. We gotta do a two-person carry because he's injured. Back of his right thigh is fucked up."
"Got it."
Gerald got Sam's broad shoulders, Dean his brother's long legs, and together they tromped up the stairs.
"Should burn the whole house down," Gerald muttered as they hit the landing. Mallory followed up. She opened the emergency blanket and let it fall over Sam as Dean and Gerald carried him through the house. There were no bodies, no heads, only the blood stains in the grooved, pockmarked floorboards stood testament to the righteous slaughter carried out less than an hour ago.
"I couldn't agree more," Dean said as he watched Gerald fold into the backseat of the Impala, carrying Sam in with him. The emergency blanket crinkled and fell to the ground. As soon as Sam's butt cleared the seat, Dean set his feet down. He took Sam's shoulders and let Gerald get out through the other side.
"Wait," Sam whispered. Dean froze and looked down.
"Sam? Sammy? You with us?"
Sam's eyes rolled under his lids. He swallowed and nodded. "Wait."
"For what?"
"To burn it. I wanna..." Sam wheezed and coughed. "be there. For it."
A rush of relief slipped down Dean's spine and spread out, warming him.
"Damn straight, little brother. You'll throw the first match."
Sam chuckled thickly. "Yeah." His head fell onto Dean's shoulder, passed out again. Dean kept his arm around Sam even when he noticed the kid was drooling on him.
They were gonna be okay.
Fin
A/N: Marking this as complete again but hey who knows I might tack on another chapter - that branding is a mystery that might be worth exploring 👀😆
Thank you so much for reading! Please comment/kudos/reblog/vote/give to charity on my behalf (hahah) if you can spare the time
Happy Ides of October! 🎃🍂 xoxo ~ Alex.
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TRIVIUM - PART 3 - DEBUT MINI ALBUM [2016]
TRIVIUM is the third and final unit to debut from Triptych’s first generation with their debut mini album PART 3. With a significantly more hip-hop and rap-focused sound in comparison to the two previous Triptych units, TRIVIUM brings a new layer of talent and meaning to the super group. Covering hard-to-swallow topics like gender roles and societal double standards, TRIVIUM hits hard and makes waves.
△ TRACK BY TRACK.
1] BERLIN
The decision to make BERLIN their debut song was a power move. Not only does the song have a very distinct and recognizable sound that drags listeners in, but it sets the vibe for TRIVIUM’s energy.
All three members had a hand in writing this song.
The line distribution can be found here
2] SAVAGES
In this hiphop-influenced track, TRIVIUM has a back and forth debate between rappers Van and Cal over if human nature is inherently good or evil, giving examples of highs and lows in society.
Doubled with a strong chorus, thought-provoking versus, and irony twisted into more than a half the lines, this song can be seen as an ironic commentary on what people see as ‘right’ and ‘wrong’.
Written by all three members.
3] WHO I AM
Trivium talks about their past and how it had shaped them into who they are today. This song is like the last goodbye to their old selves, ready to let go of the past and move on.
This track also acknowledges that admitting ignorance isn’t something that you should be ashamed of, as you can only change as long as you’re willing.
Written by all three members
4] BACK OFF
Ura, the only woman in this subunit, took it upon herself to write a feminist anthem for their album. It’s basically a response to all the times Ura has had a man be patronizing towards her. Van and Cal act on the track as supporters, but the song is mostly Ura focused.
The first song on the album where you actually hear Ura rap and get to see her lyricism play out. One of Ura’s lines mentioned snapping kneecaps. Everyone’s afraid of her now.
Written by Ura
5] BITE
This song is all about wanting someone that’s not good for you, but you keep coming back.
The non-gender specific pronouns in the song show that this song can be about any type of relationship, regardless of gender or if it is a romantic or platonic relationship.
Written by Van and Cal
6] MEN/WOMEN
All about gender roles and how they’ve hurt them as they’ve grown up. Since they are the first co-ed unit from Triptych, they took it upon themselves to address double standards/gender roles.
This one caused a bit of a discussion, especially since it directly calls out the double standards in the kpop industry.
Written by all members.
△ THIS ERA.
So... Trivium easily got the most attention out of Gen 1.
Mostly because they’re a co-ed duo that covers topics that aren’t discussed super openly.
But also because they’re really good rappers. Like, all of them. And their stage presence is really intense.
Ura doesn’t rap as much as she would have liked to this era, as they needed her on vocals to break up the tracks a little since neither Van or Cal can sing very well.
Trivium were given the title ‘un-idols’ - which is both a term of endearment as well as a critique, depending on who uses it - because of their unwillingness to play up the role of a significant other at fan signs as well as their general aura.
Idols are supposed to be like... ‘perfect’ at all times, and Trivium just doesn’t do that? Like they wear the worst outfits to the airport, fansites have pictures of them waiting in line for street food (and then chowing down on said street food), and the way they talk to fans is so casual?
This attitude turned off some fans, but it brought in a whole new wave of support, especially from international fans who felt like Trivium were relatable.
The most popular member this comeback was easily Ura. Not only was she the only girl, so she visually stood out, but she was the one that often went viral for fan-zoning fans who asked her to be romantic with them.
She also received the most criticisms, but she really didn’t care. She wasn’t going to make herself uncomfortable for the sake of others.
Cal got a good amount of attention too because of his accent and his looks. Cal has a very slight British accent when he says certain Korean words and people just... lost it over that.
Van kinda sunk to the background this era, but he doesn’t really mind. He just wanted the kids to have fun and have their time to shine. :)
As far as numbers go, Trivium breaks records for Triptych by gaining 10 million music video views in the first 24 hours as well as having BERLIN chart on Melon upon release.
△ ERA FASHION.
I promise this is the last era that Triptych wears color-coded outfits. I promise. The company was trying to see how the color-coded concept would work and gen 1 was the guinea pigs.
When Artychs saw how lacking Trivium’s debut outfits were.... they almost rioted at HBH. They already were accusing HBH of picking favorites and not giving Trivium equal treatment.
But the truth is... Trivium picked their debut stage outfits. Yes, they’re bland, but Trivium wanted their debut to feel like friends were finally meeting up for the first time, hence the casual clothes.
The button up shirt fits tho.... that made a few bitches go feral. That was an exquisite serve.
The award show fits were nice too! Ura stunned bitches pulling up with her short blazer dress and fishnets. Van had really cool dress pants with designs on them and Cal wore a color that wasn’t black! It was monumental!
As far as hair goes, Ura had short black hair with wispy bangs.
Van had black hair and almost always wore a wide headband on his hairline.
Cal’s hair was usually just styled into tousled brown curls and called a day.
△ FANDOM BEHAVIORS.
I’ve explained triptych stan culture before (basically the fandom is kinda divided? like some fans only support certain subunits, others support all of them, etc.) but I think Trivium was what really made that divide clear.
Trivum just sounds different than S.O.T and Tromme, there was gonna be people who didn’t vibe with their style. But that’s kinda the point of Triptych, to like.. get different sounds involved in their discography.
And some gross fans didn’t like that Trivium made it clear that they don’t want to be sexualized by fans, so they just decided to ignore them and focus on S.O.T and Tromme, who hasn’t spoken out about being sexualized by strangers online.
People also started calling Van a ‘smol bean uwu’ (hello 2016) and started like... infantalizing him?? even though he’s a grown ass man??? does he LOOK like dan OR phil to any of you????????
Fans also started calling Cal a fuckboy and played him up as this big meme just because he’s goofy. I will never forgive y’all for that.
Pick Mes hated Ura because if anyone’s ‘one of the boys’, it’s Ura and they were jealous. But she literally has to be one of the boys. It’s apart of her job.
But the artychs that do stan Trivium are probably some of the chillest people ever. They are literally just vibing. Trivium stans are dubbed as the ‘stoners’ of the fandom as a joke.
And OT9 stans overpower solo stans by a LONG SHOT, so don’t worry! Trivium received more love than hate from artychs. There were just a few bad eggs that ruined shit.
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Le Morte d’Arthur Thoughts P5
Book 2 Chapter 11
Where's her fifth son
Who
How is this supposed to be all Owain because I know they change his name every now and then don't they
Arthur has masonry skills
I didn't know that it was a lot that died I thought Pellinore had died and I was just like now I don't really care – I didn’t like Lot
Is Balin trying to kill Arthur because if he is then why did he run from Arthur’s Castle surely he would just stab him and then leave ?
Oh no, I liked the other one I get their names mixed up
oh that's so cool. you know what else will do that cling film
Wait so Arthur doesn't ever have excalibur's scabbard Morgan le Fay gives it to her lover that’s low key really smart and wow I applaud her
Book 2 Chapter 12
7 chapters more I don't know I haven't counted actually that's a lie
Oh no Arthur’s sick no
look I know this is the beginning of Hamlet so if he gets poison in the ear he's gonna die
I'm sorry you know just big rip
Okay if people can just walk in and on their horses – this is a really shitty Castle
I'm so confused I thought he wanted to kill Arthur but now he doesn't want to kill Arthur where's his brother gone I'm so confused
‘By my head’ he would say by my beard but he doesn't have one ha ha ha
Wait what will you do
um wait so he doesn't hate Arthur but he ran away from Arthur because reasons Arthur imprisoned him and then he got a cursed sword from ‘the falsest damsel that liveth’ so now they’re just chilling and they’re friends in this? I think I prefer it when people sleep with other people’s wives because then I know they hate each other, you know
I'm not gonna lie I don't know what I just read but is that new for me?
Confused counter: 10
Book 2 Chapter 13
don't you hate it when you get to a new castle and its customary for you to bleed before you can enter
Oh no I think I understand wait maybe
I don't think Gawain hasn’t killed Pellinore apparently he's still going to which is confusing
also isn't this a blood feud at this point is it's there's just a lot of ‘this person will kill this person because they killed this person’ and you're like ‘ohh no…who is this person’ you get me?
Alas indeed yeah like why are these like prophecies coming to people who are going to die. You just can't give this message to anyone because they don't know half of the people it's like it's like giving your McDonald's order to the wrong table and being like well can you just go give that to the right table then without telling them who the right table is how is that gonna help anyone in anyway why can't you just take it back and give it to the right table you're the one who's better suited to this than me (but I would probably be like yeah and then if they told me that I would probably but like – that's besides the point I'm just really polite but you know) it's just kinda like why why why
I love that word so much portcullis
oh shit he got trapped under it
The requirements for these curses are so specific yet so general at the same time And I love it but also like how is how like why isn't anyone going out to solve these themselves why does everyone have to stay where they are can no one like leave their houses to go solve their problems have some agency people
I like how they just bring up people that we're not gonna meet for probably half a book like ohh yeah by the way possible is going to help play okay also it spelt Percivale and I love that
Book 2 Chapter 14
That's such a great name
oh he – he kills him
what
please chapter titles getting weirder and weirder
I feel like balling deserves more recognition true he's going out like just murdering a bunch of people which is kind of weird because like what's your reason behind this but at the same time like he's got a pretty cool Storey
you just know him casual
this King is so forthcoming with knowledge like ah I know exactly what you mean yeah let me tell you the Storey of how I smoothed my brother twice haha
They say smoked him with the back of his hand what they really mean is they just slapped him add it hurt but they want to sound hardcore say it makes him sound like he slapped him with fire but you just slapped him and it hurt and there's no shame in that we don't judge here
All these confrontations happen so fast
Book 2 Chapter 15
Yeah he deserves that
This spear is overpowered I would like this fear please um it's just so cool thank you very much
I feel like it's a bit traumatising to be saved by Merlin after being trapped with a dead body for three days or is really gotta start smelling by then especially as it's under the earth so it's very hot and so decompose quicker I just yeah that doesn't sound fun you know
Book 2 Chapter 16
I really can't tell whether or not Merlin loves or hates Balin because you know I love him um but you know I understand why people might not he is a bit of a crazy man I think someone I can tell
Oh no Oh my God my God God
fun have I got a picture on next page? No.
Yes King you tell that creepy swamp monster what's what
that's a bit of an oof moment
oh this is the Fisher King everything makes sense now ohmygod can we take numbers away from the confused counter it's all just wow Oh my God this is genius
I'm so easily impressed I just need things to make sense at this point in this book and I'll just be like wow
nothing good ever happens to this man nothing
Balin curse counter: 4
He must just really hate himself if you really think about all because he just took a sword from the ‘falsest damsel that liveth’
just live in the forest then no one can hurt you and you can hurt no one
is this Robin Hood
Eve
everyone is just like you're so cool he's also really cursed
I keep thinking about 90 day fiancé
my brother just walked in on me talking about 90 day fiancé looks at me as if I'm crazy
anyway I keep thinking about 90 day fiancé and really I just don't like big head he's funny as a concept but as a person he's a bit of a dick and I'm so happy that rose managed to you know get out there that relationship because he was just a bit of an asshole really wasn't he?
anyway back to the book um Balin bout to kill a woman just because she wasn't on time and if that was the case then all of my friends would be dead because I am always early
his name is Garnish his name is Garnish,,,
go on darling I believe in you
Oh no ohh no no no
Oh no that's so mean ‘the foulest knight that he ever saw’ like dude calm yourself
All of these superlatives before we even get to the good parts (when I say good parts I mean the parts people know the most so like Gawain and Galahad and Lancelot and the other ones) we've already had ‘the falsest damsel’ and ‘the foulest knight’ and the’ strongest King’ like we're just gonna have the kind of strong but not the strongest because the strongest is already dead you know
so, does that mean Lancelot isn't the best knight because Balin is
also this has a lot of like internal monologues in this I'm so sorry to everyone I really hope you've enjoyed this I've really cut down me talking because you know I don't want to bore you with my rants about superlatives
Book 2 Chapter 17
what the hell
he got so sad that his blood pressure shot so high that he started bleeding out of his mouth and nose I…find yourself a man who does that you know (jk don’t do that he’s probably not the healthiest in relationships)
everywhere he goes corpses follow
you killed her yourself it was your own choice to kill her
Now lady he swore fighting because last time he did that the that one Irish knight died and then his wife killed herself the knight his name was like Launcelot but it wasn't I Lancelone or something (some searching later) Lancelor
I don't know why but the very concept of putting a Knight and a horse in a boat together is just hilarious because I picture the boat being like a little row boat with the horse and then the knight sitting on the horses back full gear full saddle full Armour this boat is like barely floating and yeah it's just pretty funny
Book 2 Chapter 18
I'm not looking forward to this chapter because brothers against brothers is not fun to read
Oh no who
no
oh no please don't do this to me
why doesn't anyone ever take that helmet off
oh gosh hello goodnight that's so sad
Oh no they realised its each other
‘thou hast slain me and I thee for all the wide world shall speak of us both’ – Balin or Balan a long time ago
Alexa play despacito
I hate to say it but you know it was prophesised so it was going to happen but at the same time didn't really wanna put myself through that
on the plus side nobody slept with someone's wife
this is what happens when you just run the head first into battle you know
what is a Yeoman (a man holding and cultivating a small landed estate; a freeholder.)
aw so sweet
‘we came both out of one tomb that is to say one mothers belly and so shall we lie both in one pit’
you know for people who are dying they go on for a while
just you know shove some essential oils on that shit you'll be fine
oh that's so sad just sitting with your brothers corpse for a couple of hours like ‘hey remember that time we chased that squirrel?’ no reply ‘yeah me too’
Book 2 Chapter 19
Oh God Merlin’s back
they really like gold
which ones Balin which ones Balan
why would you do that
no just no melon needs to be punched in the face as hard as humanly possible because you can't just keep giving this cursed sword to people
‘Sir Lancelot or else Galahad his son and Lancelot with this sort shortly the man that in the world he loved best, that shall be Sir Gawain.’ We stan
If you just threw this damned sword away then nobody would die omllllll
petition to punch man in the face needs one vote change dog
what the fuck
F in the chat lady and gent ladies and gentlemen for Balin and Balan ‘two brethren born in Northumberland, good knights’
sequitur iii liber
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Real Dreams, Fake Compassion
Hey, this is a kind of snippet of what I wanted to do to do back when this I first came to me a few years ago. Back then, this was going to be a mix of the shows and series I was into at the time with my favourite character facing a lot of tough shit.
Now, the idea is very different, with the only series involved is Inazuma 11. This is the original post which I have edited, added and cut a lot out of it so I could fix the narrative. It might not be all that great, just to warn you. So it might be familiar to those have read it before back when I first posted this in 2020.
Also warning this has mention of self harm, depression, ptsd and some other dark subjects. You have been warned.
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Blade ducked and jumped away from the man as an energy blast was shot at his head. He glanced back and growled under his breath. Dammit, he was almost hit. The energy field around him absorbed the attacks as he readied a blood-red energy orb that fit easily in his right fist.
Constable chuckled darkly as a golden-yellow orb that was about the size of melon forming in his hands." It's been a long time, boy. I see that despite your lack of training over the past year and a half now, you're still as agile and strong as I remember."
The former squire growled at the mention of his old title." What are you doing here, Constable?" he sneered, glaring up at the man." If I remembered correctly, you despised being here. It must be terrible if you of all people crawled out of Wonderland just to see little old me."
"I assure you, Blade, that I am here by the orders of the queen herself. There's a situation that has come up, and the queen needs our allies and men to return home." The older woman answered, and Blade's orb turned into a brighter shade of blue.
The boy rolled his eyes in disgust." Of course, there is. Why else would you show your face to me after everything that happened?"
Constable scoffed before he gave Blade a coy look and began walking over to him." Oh, come now, Blade. You've always known you were always my favourite."
Blade scoffed." Funny. I always assumed Midori was your favourite out of the two of us. Given how much time you spent with her, this kind of surprised me."
The man let out a laugh." You know I care more about results and precision. While she was strong, she lacked the necessary…skills and motivation to get those results like you did."
"Well, at least one of us will be leaving this life pleased." The boy muttered sarcastically, giving Constable a fake smile.
"If that's true, show me then, Knave." He growled, glaring at the young boy.
The two threw their orbs at each other, with there being a resulting explosion when they met.
“So before you went to the sleepover at Sorano’s house, a hole just appeared from under you and took you?” Tsurugi asked as he and Midori walked back from the school to Midori’s apartment complex.
Midori nodded.” Yep.”
“Then you were brought to this weird fairytale world where everyone there looked exactly like everyone that you knew, including us?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And for the three months you went missing, you were literally caught in the crossfire of some political disagreements, and the people there used you to sort out every petty fight that resulted in physical conflicts afterwards?”
The girl sighed.” Pretty much. I know it sounds stupid and unbelievable, but it’s true. I don’t have proof or anything, but please don’t look at me and call me crazy. I’ll already get enough of that back at home with my mom.”
“I’m not saying that your story isn’t true, senpai. Really, I kind of believe you.” The junior said, earning a perplexed look from Midori.” Look, given the fact that we know time travel exists and we’ve met aliens. I think the idea of another world connected to ours might not be so far fetched.”
She stared at him for a moment before she turned to look back down at the pavement.” That at least makes one of us.” She murmured.
Tsurugi looked up at her and gave her a confused look.” Senpai?”
“Ever since I came back, I thought everything was all a dream,” Midori admitted quietly, stopping in front of an alleyway with her friend stopping beside her.” In fact, I outright denied it. I thought I just got attacked at my house then got taken by weirdos for a few months before turning up in the alleyway. That my mind just made things up to cope with the trauma.”
“But ever since I came back, the memories…the trauma, it kept on coming back.” She said, shifting in her spot on the pavement.” Every night I would wake up from nightmares about that place. Whether it was on the battlefield or within the walls of the kingdom. And since then, something…somethings been happening to me. For a while now, somethings been holding me back, weighing me down to the point where I don’t have the energy to get my own bed my bed.”
She looked at her right hand, the white bandage that was wrapped securely around it, a dull pain pulsing under it.” And when I do…I feel so numb. It’s gone to the point where I get curious whether or not I can feel things anymore.”
With another sighed she looked back up, pushing the strands of hair out of her face with her bandaged hand.” The worst part is that I didn’t even notice how bad it was for me until Aoi and Akane talked to me about it. They told me that they knew something was up for a while and how they felt…long story short, I started looking at myself from a different perspective. Honestly, I can’t blame them for being concerned. I would’ve been, too, if the shoe was on the other foot. But I wonder if you and the others noticed too before they told me.”
Tsurugi did, in fact, notice. Everyone in the club has. Since she came back, Midori became quiet, reclusive and skittish. She became thinner, bags began to grow under her eyes, and her appearance became more dishevelled. It became the topic of concern when she returned to school. Especially since she started to get hurt more often.
But he didn’t say anything and just let her speak her mind.
He looked back up at him,” Then one day, my hand started to glow. The stuff in my room started floating in the air. That’s when I realised shit was real.” She said, pulling off the bandage to reveal a tender red burn mark on the back of her hand.
Tsurugi winced upon seeing it.” Is that alright?”
“Not at the moment. But it will be in a second.” She answered.
Without another word, her hand began to gleam bright blue. The junior watched in awe as the burn mark quickly began to fade away. Just as the wound finally heal there was a loud and sudden crash startled the two teens.
“What the hell was that?” Tsurugi exclaimed, looking down the street.
Midori looked around before her attention turned to the alleyway beside them. She stared down there intently for a moment before she spotted something. Then took off.
“Senpai! Wait!” Tsurugi exclaimed as he ran after she ran into the dark alleyway.
The girl kept her eyes trained to the shield, following the massive amounts of magic that practically flowed through the air. Then several meters in front of her was a clearing with Blade and Constable already there charging another attack.
Midori’s heart stopped when she saw them. She didn’t know what surprised her more. Was it the familiar faces that haunted her dreams for over a year? Or was it the raw power she felt coursing their attacks?
There was another attack, making the girl jump back to see two orbs flying at the other. The two easily deflected them, with Constable put up her hand and absorbed orb while Blade dodged it.
The boy looked precisely like Tsurugi. From his pale skin, lanky figure, spikey dark blue hair and sharp golden eyes. He wore a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt with pieces of armour strapped to his left shoulder and knee caps, black pants and brown boots.
He wore regal white clothing that reminded Midori of European royalty with red and black accents. Meanwhile, the man with him looked like the spitting image of Sennguji Daigo.
Tsurugi quietly came up and hid behind the trees beside her. He doubletake when he saw the two in front of them. He turned to Midori with an expression of disbelief on his face and muttered to her.” Is that me and Mr Sennguji?”
Midori didn’t respond. She could only stare at the pair who had her attention, hearing little snippets of the conversation.
"You must obey me, Blade." Constable growled, holding out his left hand towards the boy as an animous yellow glow began to shimmer." This was the very deal your queen agreed to back when you first came under my wing. Now came along." He ordered, clenching her hand into a fist.
Blade loudly grunt, falling to his knees but didn't move any closer towards him. The woman's eyes narrowed again before she sighed loudly.
She made her way towards him and grabbed his chin, turning him to face her as she gives him a sympathetic look." Blade. I understand what you're feeling right now. I know that you hold a great deal of anger and rage towards the people in Wonderland and even me. Please, let me help make it up to you. Come back to Wonderland, fight with us to defeat the emperor and the warlords. Leave this pathetic world and help avenge Midori."
They stared at her before a chuckle left his lips before full-blown laughter began to echo the area. The two teenagers hiding behind the trees stared at him in shock, as did Warlock, who took several steps back away from him, taking a defensive stance.
"You think…" he said before letting out a small snort." You think I am going to help you avenge her?" Blade cackled as he turned his gaze up at the man. Blue sprouted up in his neck as he pushed himself back to his feet." You actually dare to try and persuade me to go back and help you!? After everything that we went through!? After all of the abuse you put us through for months, and you think that I will ever go back listening to you after she ended up dead?!"
Tsurugi paused in disbelief when they heard that word. Abuse, he thought before slowly turning his head to see Midori frozen, her eyes widened, and her mouth left open.
Blade's hair began to darken as he slowly began to walk towards Constable, as animalistic features seeped into his face." Why do you need me? After all, you have dozens of more child soldiers. I’m sure you won’t mind using them as your weapons as you did with myself and Midori. I mean, you already used the same tactics as you did with her. So why don’t you just leave."
Memories of the acts she did while working under Constable came back in excruciating detail. The weight of the sword in her hands. The feeling of her jumping in the air, sword in hand. The loud screams of hundreds of soldiers ringing in her ears. Warm liquid flowing down her face and the image of a soldier losing the light in their eyes. The same look that he had when he was dying.
Her vision began to obscure as her breath suddenly began to quicken. Something wet drop down on her cheeks.
“Oh, please, Blade, you know you and Midori were different compared to them,” Constable called out, pulling out a knife from his overcoat.” After all, the two of you are war heroes. You managed to save the kingdom from political disaster numerous times. I made you powerful.”
“Your masters were the very reason why we were in those political disasters in tha\e first place!” the boy yelled, more fur growing around his neck.” There was so much damage to the political systems of the surrounding kingdoms and cities you had to kidnap someone powerful enough to fix those mistakes!”
Blade looked angry and ashamed with himself when he said that. Tsurugi watched on as horror grew on his face. Midori took in the emotional scene as her body leaned heavily against the wall for support.
After a moment of silence, they continued glaring at the nobleman in front of her." And look what happened to Midori. You broke her down until she was a shell of what she used to be before she was finally finished off. Now, unless you want to be flung into the ground, I would kindly suggest you leave and bring your trash with you." He said, throwing several trinkets on the ground in front of the man.
Constable sighed heavily before giving Blade a disdained look." Is that really why you refuse to help us? Your home? How pathetic. Now I see why the two of you were close. It was a shame that she died. You loved her.” He said, closing up the image and turned the boy.” I thought that having a close relationship with you would be beneficial. You two became the perfect weapons. I could've even taken over all of the kingdoms using both of you if I wanted to. But given the events that have transpired, it seems I was wrong.”
The man’s words again struck something in Midori. It was as if her entire world started to crumble around her.
What...what happened, she thought. Why...why was something like this happening again? No...no, this can't be real. This has got to be one of her delusions again, right? Right, she wasn't in some pocket dimension seeing these two people, she didn't see any weird landmarks from the top of her apartment building that wasn't there before, and she didn't meet that boy and his dog who looked so familiar to her. She was back in Inazuma Town, having an utterly everyday life. She didn't go down to a world of make-believe where she was poorly treated, forced to fight in an arm, part of a war where she had no-
A hand was placed on Midori's shoulder, bringing her back to reality. She turned around to see Tsurugi looking at her worriedly." Senpai. Are you okay?"
Midori stared at him for a brief moment before slowly shaking her head. Tears decorated her scarred face, leaving her eyes bloodshot and looking much paler than she was before.
Blade took a step back as Constable raised her hand a brought up an image of Midori in her battle uniform. She looked…so different. Her bangs were shorter, barely covering the dark bags under her eyes and the deadpan dark red orbs that were her eyes. A giant bandage was wrapped around the right side of her face. The short white dress, the armoured boots and even the leggings underneath the dress were blood. In Midori's armoured gloves was a sizeable bloody sword that was decorated in gemstones.
Something about her eyes didn't sit well with Midori. Whenever she would use magic, her eye colour would change from green to blue to yellow-orange and red depending on her emotional state or how much magic she was using. But her eyes...were never that dark. Her eye colours would've been very defined or bright. But her eyes in the image were a deep burgundy colour, almost black.
Blade gasped at the image before he turned to the man with a rage-filled looking in his eyes." You kept that!?"
Constable continued, staring at the image with a fond look in her eye." Of course, this was her first battle. I wanted to remember the moment. One of my proudest. My only regret with that girl is that I never made her complicit to me and me alone. Blanc and the others made her question her position, her loyalty and even sympathetic to our enemies. The only way I could get her to be utterly loyal to me was to make her believe that she had no one and returning to her world after everything that happened would lead to disastrous consequences. It's a shame. She could've done so much more than what she had already done."
The memories of her waking up with a bloody sword in her hand came back to light. She remembers the horror she felt as she found the body of an older man in front of her. She dropped the sword and covered her mouth, and turned to look away. Only she couldn't escape the sight…next to her were even more bodies, all with the duplicate slashes and stab wounds, all of them caused by the same sword.
"We have wasted enough time, Knave." Constable stated as the image disappeared and her magic return, her hands balling up into a fist, making the boy's body stiffen." Now, let's go back to the kingdom and win the war."
"…I should've known better…." Midori murmured, keeping her head low as she walked into the energy field. Her voice was so quiet and weak, it could break at any moment.
Blade and the Constable froze upon hearing that voice, then swiftly turned around to see Midori out of the trees staring at them. Tsurugi stayed back hidden by the foliage of the trees, giving the older woman an absolute disgusted look while Midori just stared at them with a poker face.
Then the reality and the weight of Constable's words sunk into them as they stared at the girl.
"Midori!" Constable exclaimed with a slight tremor in her voice, backtracking as he tried to act like he didn’t just confess his manipulative and outright abusive nature towards her and Blade. He turned to the girl, giving her the exact same smile she would give her back when she was back in the kingdom. His soldier…or, to be more precise, her puppet." You're here… you're alive! Thank goodness! I was just-!"
The man began to move towards the girl when a dark blue ball was flung past her shoulders, nearly hitting him on the left side of his face. He froze, hearing the explosion behind him as she took in the expression on her face and her body language. Her stature was relaxed, and her face devoid of any emotion. Only one arm was raised to send that attack. The essence of the magic she used was being lifted up into the air. Her face was covered by the shadow her bangs provided obscured her face.
However…he could make out the emotions she could see in the girl's eyes. Her eyes were bright red, reflecting the pure rage coursing through her veins.
Midori was known to get angered easily. Hell, there was more than one occasion where she would often show no mercy for anyone who dared to cross her. But now…this was different. It wasn't like the moments of rage they had faced before. This was pure and utter hatred...
"Just what?" she snapped, cutting him off." What were you saying? That Blanc was right about you? That for the months I was with you, you have been lying to me, manipulating me, using me as a tool and fucking up with my head while you forced my best friend to keep his mouth shut so that he couldn't help me? That the atrocities that I committed were all you? That I let you fucking use me to be your head soldier of the army, be the fucking cavalier of the war that you and those associates of yours started, so I get the blame for whatever bad shit happened."
The girl's short hair began to float above her head, making it look a little reminiscent of Gouenji's hair. But under the amount of hair, Tsurugi could see the scars hiding under the strands of her hair. His eyes widened when he saw the faded marks that began to glow through the fabric of her clothes. Just how many did she have!? How many did they give her?
They didn't need to speak to know what they were feeling. That the Midori standing in front of him wasn’t the girl he easily manipulated all those years ago. Right now, he saw the powerful soldier that he created. And honestly, she terrified them.
Constable gasped as Midori suddenly stood right in front of him, her eyes practically burning holes through her very soul. The girl grabbed the man's robes and pulled her face down to her level.
"I'm going to give you a little piece of advice now, Constable." The girl growled as her grip tightened around her robes." If you're going to go back to the kingdom and still pretend to actually give a shit about the people around you, that's fine. If you're going to go around parading your new status around your underlings and abuse it, go right ahead. But I will only say this once, so listen. Blanc and the others will know about everything soon. They will deal with the fallouts of their kingdom, with or without your precious weapons. They don't need Blade or me to solve it with violence. They never did."
Midori leaned in slightly, staring into the man's dark eyes with ." So if you dare consider coming back to the Upper Realms, putting my world in danger for whatever bullshit you have in store or to bring me back as your little puppet again, the last thing you will ever see will be my fist. Or better yet, my sword. Do us both a favour, stay the hell away."
The redhead let go of her robes, and the woman stumbled back, staring at the young girl who previously was another one of her prized soldiers. Constable's eyes narrowed as a portal opened underneath her, falling through without another word.
Midori stared at the place where Constable stood before she went back to her normal appearance. She took a deep breath. The adrenaline of the magic Midori used and the anger inside made her hands shake. She shuddered before turning to Blade, who just stood there staring at her. His hair returned to normal, and the marks were gone, but his entire body was shaking.
"You… you're real…right…?" He questioned as he fell to his knees, still holding up the girl's gaze." You're not a dream… you're not some illusion Constable is using to trick me, right?"
Blade shuddered before he began crying into his hands. Midori stared at him and nodded slowly before she walked over to him, bent down and gave him a hug. Blade melted into it, tightly gripping onto her uniform as she began rocking him in her arms as if she were to disappear if he were to let go of her.
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heir!seventeen // jeon wonwoo
♥ fluffy
♥ 2.3k words
♥ summary: falling in love with your best friend was quite inevitable but confessing your feelings was a choice - but that’s not how your friends see it
ok so being the only child and only heir to your father's company is absolute shit
you have to go to these obnoxious parties all the time and personally get to know the sponsors and partners of the company for future references
and sometimes its nice to see familiar faces
but 90% of the time its an old guy who looks like he might die any minute because their wives planned the murder
ANYWAYS, its rare to go to a party and see someone your age
so whenever you do, you always make the effort to get to know them
and one of them in particular, has been going to the same parties as you
and look who it is!! jeon wonwoo who now becomes your partner in crime whenever you guys attend the same party
and it also helps that his father is one of the closest partners to your father's company
so you guys see each other almost all the time
and it's been going on since you were old enough to grasp about financing and stuff
aka since you were 13
most of the time, you try to run away from your father's watchful eyes and go sneaking around with wonwoo if there's good snacks around
and sometimes he'll bring his best friend jun because he knows where all the good stuff is placed
no, not alcohol i don't allow underage drinking in my christian suburbs
but more like those extravagant desserts that chefs make for the restauraunts in the hotels
"wonwu, you already took 2 of those and i only took one you greedy butt >:(("
"buts its too good D:"
"fine then you'll have to ask the chef for another one since you ate the portion we were suppose to cut in half"
and it's a never-ending cycle of sneaking around and finding good places to hide from these people full of money
because all they ever talk about is growth, expansion and partnerships
and its much more interesting to listen to wonwoo's point of view
because he doesn't only talk about the positivities but also other things he have suspicioned about the other companies
like theres this one dude who only speaks to the higher ups and suck up to them
and even 13 year old wonwoo caught sight of him and told his dad about how fishy the guy was being
a year later and the man was arrested for illegal money lending
and hearing his stories are way more interesting than having to focus on just one aspect
because wonwoo CAN talk alot if its something he's interested in
so sometimes he makes references to games whenever he sees fit because its way more easier for a teenager to understand
and he's generally really nice and open-minded for a scrawny 13 year old
so when the both of you got enrolled into the same high school and knock into each other during orientation
the both of you were so delighted!!
so delighted to the point you almost screamed and embarrassed him in front of a huge crowd of a thousand people
and he doesnt look any different than the suits he wear but he looks more like his age with the uniform on
and so did you!!
from then on, the both of you introduced each other to one another's friends
and had lunch with each other's mutual friends
and it's way more comfortable than the stuffy chandelier-lit halls you've gotten used to
but the both of you agree that the melon bread sold at school tasted way more better than the desserts at the hotels
its way more simpler than having to disect some kind of sphere structure with a concocted cream in it or something
and sooner or later, your friends have come to realize how they feel left out when the both of you talk about the parties
and they don't mean it in a rude way!!
because seeing the both of you light up about a topic that you guys simultaneously had in your heads is like watching some kind of twin telepathy
and sometimes soonyoung likes to tease wonwoo that the two of you were so similar to the point that you guys might end up dating
and soonyoung says it when you're not around because that one time he did, the both of you didn't talk to each other for a whole week just to 'prove' to the others that you guys weren't alike at all
and papa scoups didn't like seeing wonu get more frustrated when they play games together at his house
and also mainly because they keep losing even if their opponents were terrible
so papa scoups did his job to give soonyoung an earful and make sure he doesnt bring it up around the both of you again
and tbh, ever since that day, you couldn't really see wonwoo in the same light again
you could still remember how he looked like when he was a quiet 13 year old
but he seemed more dashing and charming than he used to be
even in the school uniform, he looked as heart-throbbing as he did when he wears his black suit to the parties
and you just push those thoughts away because wonwoo?? the guy you nerd out with?? looks damn hot?? i dont know her
and wowee, the same goes for wonwoo
because he's finding your laugh to be more addicting even if you snort from time to times
and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile so wide and it just clenches his heart
mmm love me some best friends pining for one another
but you guys try to avoid the thoughts and continue your normal routine as if nothing happened
the both of you think you guys are doing Great™ at hiding your feelings but ooo boi
its always either one of you admiring each other subconciously
and always bringing up about the other person when they're not around
and your friends are all getting really frustrated because why aren't you guys feeding them #powercouple content??
so being the best friends that they were planned a little something
they planned that soonyoung would bring up the dating topic again but with a twist
it is for you guys to prove to your friends that the both of you didn't look good together
aka give it a damn try or neither one of you will know you airheads >:((
but of course with papa scoups permission because they wouldnt want to have to deal with a nagging old man in a teenager's body
so the plan took place during lunch and just when the both of you brought up about a past event, soonyoung brings up the topic once more
but jeonghan was quick to interrupt and add on the extra spicy details ;))
and the both of you are like "FinE but We'll sAy wE toLd You sO whEn iT doeSnt woRk oUt"
so you being competitive holds wonwoo'ss hand, startling him and turning him bright red as you turned your head towards jeonghan with fire in your eyes
"stop looking at me like that, your new boyfriend wonwoo will get jealous," jeonghan teased as wonwoo has his mouth gaping like a goldfish
and the thought of him riles him up a little but not to the point where he got really annoyed
so he simply brushed it off and confidently said that "they can do whatever they want, it's not like we're super entitled or whatever,"
and you're just like riGht you guys aren't 'actually' dating
but it wouldn't hurt if you saw it that way right?
from then on, wonwoo would try his best to surprise you with something before class, like melon bread or your favourite drink
and then he would just internally scream because he's always been doing that anyway
and walking you to your next class?? he's also done that ever since the first day of school
and he's trying to think of something else he could do to surprise you while he waited for your class to finish
but then a guy from your class walks over to your desk with a smirk grin, hand on your desk as he bends down to see you eye to eye
and you're like??? we've never spoken to each other since the term started?? what do you want from me??
and this guy just has the audacity to look you up and down like a piece of meat
and Let Me Tell You, when wonwoo saw how that guy didn't give you respect and the space that you desperately needed
he barged into the class and peeled the guy away from your desk
"what matters do you have with her?"
and the guy scoffs, sending him a side eye "who do you think you are? her boyfriend or something? the last time i heard, she was single and not dating her best friend,"
and taking advantage of his fake title, he grabs you bg the waist and brings you closer to him
"you must've heard that a long time ago. they're mine, so if you could kindly back off and mind your own damn business,"
AND EVERYONE IS OOING SO LOUDLY that the guy just staggers backwards and with that glare that wonwoo was shooting at the guy, he backs off and bows down with an apology
and he's so lucky that the class had already ended because he just whisks you away from the crowd
because he's blushing bright red and turning sweaty with all those eyes at him that the pits of his blazer might just soak through
oh boy your heart is beating so loudly that youre afraid he might hear
dont worry his heart beating pretty loudly too
and you're just so surprised by this confident wonwoo that you couldnt help but fall deeper in love with him
would it be like this if the both of you actually dated?? to be treated so lovingly by someone you loved with all your heart??
but everything soon grew awkward once again as he let go of your hand and clear his throat while you brushed through your hair
“im sorry-” the both of you simultaneously apologised, earning a confused look from wonwoo as you blushed furiously under his gaze
“what are you sorry for?” he inquired
“it’s just- you having to rescue me from that weird situation,,,”
you trailed off before wonwoo lets out a soft chuckle
“how many times have i saved you from a creepy jerk at a party? Im just doing my job as a best friend,”
and then it hit you
is that all he ever saw you as ?? a best friend ??
“wait what?”
and without you noticing, you had spilled the words and feelings you had kept for so long
“I- I’m sorry Wonwoo i dont know what got over me, just forget it. we better get to class,”
but a hand tugs you back away from wherever you were running to as your face collides into something, or someone
and a pair of arms prevents you from escaping as your surprised yelp was muffled by his chest
“Do you want this to be an actual relationship?”
and you’re speechless
because one minute he’s saying you’re his best friend and now he’s saying about making this real
“wonwoo- please I just- we’re friends and we wanted to prove we were just that-”
“then are you going to ignore my feelings? for the sake of proving to people that we don’t have something that’s obviously there?”
he spoke up, bringing you to face him as you held your breath from the short distance between the both of you
“i can already feel them saying i told you so,” you trailed off, your eyes trailing down to his lips and back to his glistening dark eyes
“at least I’m not single at the end of the day, unlike those losers,”
he chuckles, bringing your face closer to his until both your lips touch and melt at the contact
“i tOld yoU So,” a voice echoed through the hallway as you see Minghao and Jun running through the corridor, assuming that they were going to spread the good news to the rest
“looks like I have an actual date to the parties now”
and your relationship from then on was pretty much the same
except the feeling of sneaky arms around your waist when youre talking to another heir at a party and the dominant gaze you felt beside you
or the fact that wonwoo now leaves cheesy post-it notes on your favourite bread and drink when he has to rush to his own class
ps he makes sure he writes them before he goes to school because yknow the boys will never let him live if they saw those cute notes
because he’ll either write his favourite lines from books that reminded him of you or add gaming pick up lines that you may or may not understand
but you know he puts efforts in those so you always give him a peck on his forehead or his cheek to show your appreciation
because jeon wonwoo isnt the type to naturally show his affection
and because pda isnt really his thing
but dont worry because he showers you in kisses and cuddles you as much as you want when the both of you are alone
aka whenever the both of you sneak out from parties or when the both of you meet up at each other’s houses
just saying but both your parents fully support this relationship because it ensures that this partnership continues for the next generation
like they are So totally not planning your wedding already they are obv yall are so cute wtf
a/n: i finallly got my laptop back but i don’t have as much motivation or inspiration to write so if you guys want to send in requests, feel free to do so ^^
#kpop#imagine#imagines#scenario#scenarios#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#x reader#jeon wonwoo#wonwoo#seventeen#'svt#17#pledis#heir au
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Time to say goodbye
And hello again, this time from my big laptop in the Netherlands.
That’s right, we got home safe and sound yesterday, and so here I am, jetlagged and still sad about leaving Japan, but what else is new, pfff.
I had to reread my own entries, because my memory is a bit fuzzy due to the jetlag, but I see already wrote about our final full day. So without further ado, here’s the last report from Japan! I’ll probably do some collection posts before making my final post about this trip, so there’s still some more updates to come.
So, the elephant in the room: our alarm clocks were at 4:30, which if you ask me is still the middle of the night and nothing close to morning, but alright. I got dressed, used the toothbrush and comb provided by the hotel so that I didn’t have to open my suitcase again, and checked for the umpteenth time if I’d really packed everything. So far so good. At 5 AM sharp (urgh), I met with my friend in the hallway, and we proceeded to check out of the hotel. That process is very short and consists of ‘thank you very much again for this year’ and ‘goodbye’, haha.
It did mean we didn’t have to rush to the train, because the Yamanote we wanted would leave at 5:29. Ikebukuro station is huge, but not so huge that it’d take 29 minutes to get to the train. We most certainly weren’t the only ones at the station. At this (unholy) early hour, the Yamanote ‘only’ goes once every 15 minutes, so there were quite some people gathering already and I did have to stand for about half of our trip to Tokyo station. Whelp.
At Tokyo station, we had some time to find the platform for the Narita Express, which is on the first basement floor. Tokyo station is one of the biggest, if not the biggest in the world and apparently counts as a city, so we made sure we had plenty of time to find our platform. The Narita Express Number 1 left at 6:18 sharp with us in it.
We had scheduled to be at the airport roughly 3 hours before departure as they expect you to, so naturally, everything went super fast: luggage check-in was quick, there was almost no line yet for the carry-on baggage, the line for passport checks was slightly longer but nothing compared to the likes of Disneyland, and just like that, we were at the gates. The tax free shops weren’t even open yet for the most part, pff.
We found some super comfortable chairs to chill on (we could put up our legs, which we most definitely wouldn’t be able to do in the plane), and sat there for a while until the souvenir shops were open and we could go wild spending our last yen. I had a bill of a thousand yen more than I’d thought, so I spent it on a nice puzzle of the Golden Pavilion and spent the remainder of my bills on green tea and the airport exclusive flavors of KitKat: deep green tea, green tea and sakura, Hokkaido melon and strawberry, for those interested. The grape was sold out, so I got two of the sakura ones because I know I really like those, haha.
After picking up drinks and brunch at the nearest Doutor café, time flew by pretty fast and boarding went smooth. We were almost all the way to the back of the plane, so that was a bit of a walk, but we had an isle and middle seat, so that was nice!
Sadly, take-off was a little rough, presumably because of the nearby typhoon (Nr. 20 didn’t hit Tokyo, but it still brought rain and wind in that direction). The turbulence we hit soon after definitely was because of the weather, so that was less than fun. My fear of flying got really bad, meaning that combined with my pre-existing nausea, I wasn’t really having a good time. I checked in with the flight attendants if they had any tips, and they were super sweet to me, giving me coke to calm my stomach and some crackers because I knew I could stomach those, and they kept checking in on me every few hours. So that was really sweet and I did feel a bit better after the coke and crackers. Luckily my friend talked a lot to me and made sure I talked back a lot, so that took my mind off things a bit to calm down enough to try to get some sleep.
Both too awake to really sleep for long, my friend and I started some movies – I ended up watching Coco and a Japanese movie called ‘Color me True’ (although the Japanese title literally translates to ‘tonight at Romance theater’), which I both really enjoyed, so that also helped taking my mind of things.
Landing wasn’t super smooth either and felt more like several free falls in a row, giving me flashbacks to that one time the plane got caught in a wind pocket back in 2014, but luckily it wasn’t quite that bad this time. Still, I was incredibly relieved to have landed. Hopefully next time won’t be as bad, because if it’s up to me, there will still be a next time, haha.
We lingered in the plane a bit because we were on the back rows anyway, and we talked with the flight attendants for a bit before considering we might want to get out at this point, since we were about the only ones left, oops. That did mean we could quickly leave the plane and walk to baggage drop off, where it only took a little while for our suitcases to show up.
Thankfully, we got picked up from the airport, and thus made it back home in one straight ride. My father was there to welcome me home, as were the dogs, who went slightly crazy in their rush to say hi, haha. At this point the jetlag was already making itself known, so I have some vague recollections of dinner, shower, and my mother coming home and saying hi, but that’s about it before I hit my pillow and fell asleep at what can’t be any later than 8 PM, oops.
So now here I am on Saturday, still jetlagged but I think I’ve had worse. Let’s not jinx it though, haha. I took some photos of my souvenir haul and will most likely make some collection posts over the upcoming days before writing my final report of this trip, so I’ll save any parting words for then.
Thank you for sticking with me so far, and see you around!
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BTS Helped a 30 year old fan through their depression
Title: To you who likes or hates Bangtan
I‘m a 30 years old, no I’m a woman who is turning 31 in a few months time now.
And until the beginning of this year, I had no idea that a singer called ‘BTS’ existed in the world. Ever since the 1st year in middle school, I have lived my life without paying attention to idols.
In high school, I called my friends who were cheering for DBSK ‘childish people' and looked at them with pitiful eyes. I was proud of myself as someone who had matured early and not influenced by the atmosphere.
When I listen to music sites (E.g MelOn] popular chart, I would skip the songs of all the singers who I see as Idols. It's obvious even If I don't listen to it. What musical abilities and singing skills will I expect from the kids who seemed like they came out of the factory after being copy-pasted. I'm appalled by young boys who wear makeups, wear colored lens and pretend to be deadly so I have never watched anything like music shows.
BTS's main fanbase age ranges from 10s to early 20s. And as expected, We passed that period.
I thought that the wandering and anxiety I felt when I was in my 10s would disappear naturally when I was in my twenties, but to me, my twenties gave me more wandering and anxiety. The only thing I knew about the phrase ‘It hurts because it's youth’ was that it's true, only to live that beautiful youth intensely, l burned in vain.
I thought there would be a big flame with how much have burned,, but when i entered the first door of my thirties, there was only ashes left in my hands. And at the same time, I had the saddest parting I‘ve ever experienced in my entire life. I did not want to live hard anymore. When I was a teenager, I could at least dream of a vague hope. I felt like I am no longer at the age to dream now.
No different from my high school times, the shabby image of me who have a tough life and failed love [life] was miserable. l have developed depression, and the days where I spent the entire day sitting in the cafe and blanking out increased. But one day, a song that was playing in cafe were stuck in my ears. Unknowingly, the song were stuck in my head, the feeling was weird. I still can not explain what was that feeling I felt at that time. I opened up an app to find the song on the spot, and I found out that the title of the song is ‘Spring Day'.
And that was when I first found out that there is a singer called ‘BTS'. The name of the singer was a bit ‘what.??' (OP did not literally write ‘what..?? but that’s what she meant) so I went to search for the name, it ended up being an idol [group] with 7 members.
And I also got to know that the song was written and composed by a member called Rap Monster. It was extremely unexpected. ‘BTS' and ‘Rap Monster’. Just by looking at the naming, isn‘t a song like ‘Spring Day' [and ‘BTS’l‘Rap Monster] very unbalanced? haha rather, my curiosity grew because of that.
‘Spring Day', it was like my heart got written into lyrics form, I listened to it on repeat and got to watch the Music Video, and even watched the performance videos. Me, who have disliked idols, somehow managed to feel the beautiful emotions in the videos, dance, lyrics and melody. For the feeling for [emotional] healing, l was listening to their music and video on repeat and desperately, as if taking a depression medicine to forget the reality.
In a way, I was pathetic. A 30 years old watching Idols instead of myself to escape reality. I have never went on an overseas holiday ever in my life, I have no hobbies. Me, who was busy with earning living expenses, lived desolately so it was an action I could never imagine myself doing. But unfortunately this was the only thing that comforts me at that time. I was so lonely, but the fact that I was comforted by them made me feel even more miserable in reverse so there were a lot of times where I was frustrated. And while I was trying to endure all the days, I came across the on Tweet below.
Thank you for being my fan and our fans. I am also your fan. I am the fan that silently supports you through your personal battles and loneliness in life. Whether I'm at the back stage or in the work room, I send you my fan letters written in long musical notes and through music. I wish you would read that sound of missing [you].' - RM
The moment I read this tweet, I felt like I was hit in the head, and suddenly without knowing, I started crying. Afterwards, I think I was crying out loud. Up until then, while I’m receiving cure from their music, I thought this was just a view from a consumer who is consuming a well-made product. Lovely visuals, spectacular performances to trendy music and emotions in the lyrics. With all this thoroughly merchandised, I got comforted for a while, In return, these young children and the agency will collect huge amounts of money that I can't even dream of. But after seeing the tweet above, ‘So it wasn't that. I was being comforted by a person’ this thought came into my mind so my tears started falling. And after a while, I realized that this tweet was written by Rap Monster himself. After this, I started liking BTS more passionately. I even download an app called VAPP, watched all the contents there and got to know that they’re very pure, have a healthy mind, how much they care and love each other, and how true their love is towards their fans.
Various stages and mixtapes, when Iwatch concert live videos, I realizes how musically mature and talented they are. If the main character of the song ‘Spring Day' was an idol who only has visually without skills, I think would not have fallen [for them] this much. And as I prove that my thinking is not wrong, their popularity overseas started increasing like a lie, they have took the seat of a world star in a blink of eyes. It's been almost a year now, although I'm still living a shabby live, the boys are running step by step towards the summit. The gap is sad, but it does not hurt like before. Through the healing they gave me, I’ve got a lot brighter, even though my reality is a bit bitter, l wanted to give a sincere applause to their success. And... I watched BTS's concert videos on twitter yesterday, at the venue, Rap Monster said something like the [photo] below.
“We didn't know.” What I want to say is that, we were once fidgeting too, we were once like that too. If it's everyone who have acknowledged us...(You’ll be able to do it). Our existence that is in everyone’s dream and life, our music, photos, videos, even if it's a little, when your hurting is at 100, if we are able
to make it 99, 98, it means that our value is enough. I really love you all.” - 20171210 Wings Final
Concert RM Ending Ment
When I heard this ment, I didn't cry like when l first read Rap Monster's tweet. Instead, My heart became warm and I smiled unknowingly.
l was surprised and grateful that I could hear this kind of caring and compassionate comfort from a boy who is only 24 years old.
My past twenties and their current twenties were different, but I do not feel miserable to live in my current thirties because of this kid‘s heartfelt words.
Not long ago on PANN, I saw a post regarding Rap Monster's misogynist lyrics. After that, he read books about feminism, got advice from professors of women‘s studies, the story of his reflection and effort to change the lyrics at the concert is already well documented, so I will not mention it separately.
I wrote this long story with my honest personal past, I wanted to say that you can not judge the whole child with a few words in the song lyrics.
After Debut, in the song he composed ‘Born Singer', the lyrics “What's your dream, I'm gonna become a rap star", after 5 years he changed the lyrics and sang "What's your dream, I'm gonna become myself",
Until the boy in his 10s who had dreamt of becoming a rapper changes into the young man in his 20s who wants to become himself, the child had grown and matured faster than his peers. In the process, he also gave a present to people who are like me, the comfort and healing that we have never imagined.
Once, there was a song which I’ve got addicted to and kept replaying, SURAN's ‘If I get drunk today', I found out that it's a song SUGA produced because of MelOn Music Award not long ago, I got so surprised.
And this time’s concert, SUGA had something he wanted to say but couldn't because he was feeling very bewildered so he delivered it late.
“If you put aside prejudice and tinted glasses, you will definitely see great musics.”
l was also someone who looked at their music with prejudice, a the same time, as a person who was healed by their music, I want to let people know how true that story SUGA said is.
The song below, ‘LOST' is written and produced by Rap Monster.
http://tv.naver.com/v/2157944
The lyrics, ‘To lose your path, Is the way to find that path’, I hope It can give great hopes and courage to someone who is like me, wandering around in their 10s, 20s and 30s.
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The Present I've Always Wanted
By Nahterpie
Summary: Keith gets a break from Marmora missions when Kolivan sets up a meeting with Shiro at the Castle of Lions, and he gets one precious night at home again. Coincidentally that night also happens to be the night of his birthday. Keith is entirely disillusioned with birthdays, but if there was one thing he could say he would want he’d have to admit that it was a person. And that person just knocked on his bedroom door.
Word Count: 2, 874
Genre: Klance Fluff (So much fluff) (A sprinkle of angst) (some kissing)
AO3 Link: [xxXXxx]
Keith finally let his shoulders relax as the door to his room swished shut behind him, and he leaned on it heavily, letting out a long breath. It was nice; spending a night at home. Keith chuckled at the unexpected thought and closed his eyes with a small smile. Just when did the Castle of Lions become ‘home’ to him?
It’s not even like they’d been in the Castle all that long, but already he could feel the mix of relief and comfort in returning, and the sense of peace the familiarity gave him. It practically sang through his bones. He’d never had this kind of experience before; homes and families were for people with consistency in their lives. Not him. How could a small room in an alien ship be affecting him this strongly?
A knock on his door made Keith leap forward in surprise. He’d already caught up with the others when he’d arrived a little while ago, so he wasn’t sure why he would have any visitors now. He glanced at his bed longingly with tired eyes. Sleeping arrangements were obviously not a priority to the members of the Blade of Marmora, since Keith had regularly been sleeping on hard bunks for the two months he’d been gone, or even the floor if the other members were taking up the beds (he suspected it was his Galra/Human lineage that gave him a mixed response from the others, despite being a Paladin of Voltron). And that was only if they weren’t out in the field on a mission, as Kolivan then expected them to work without luxuries like sleep until the job was done.
In fact, he was probably the one at the door - changed his mind, and they were going to head back to his ship instead of staying the night.
The knock came again, and Keith finally said, “Yes?” though it came out a little sharper than he intended. The bedroom door swished open at his invitation. “Lance?” Keith blurted out, unsure if the surprise in his voice was because he had genuinely thought it was going to be Kolivan, or because of just how pleased he was to see Lance standing in the doorway.
“Hey.” Lance grinned as he entered the room, and oddly continued to face forwards as he backed into the control panel on the wall to close the door behind him, which made Keith notice that he was holding his hands awkwardly behind his back. Like he was hiding something. “Thought I’d come and see how our favourite rebel bad-boy is doing.” He continued breezily with a wink.
Keith scoffed and scowled. “Uh, pretty sure everyone in the Blades prefers the title ‘Freedom Fighters’ thanks.”
“Ooh, you’re ‘The Blades’ now?” Lance removed one of the hands from behind his back and wiggled his fingers in the air as he said ‘the blades’.
Keith tried hard to stop the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. He really tried. But flirting with Lance always did something strange to the speed of his heart and the ridiculous butterflies in his stomach, and he always ended up smiling so much when they were together. “And don’t call me ‘bad-boy’, what are you from, the nineties?” He folded his arms in an attempt to offset the grin he knew he was wearing and Lance laughed in response.
“Hey, the nineties produced some excellent content my man.” He nodded. “See now you’ve made me wanna sing the Pokémon theme tune…”
“Don’t you dare,” Keith grumbled, his voice thick with humour and affection.
“I wanna be the very best,” Lance sang loudly, deliberately squawking off-key, “like no one ever wa- mphh-” Keith had closed the distance between them in a couple of swift strides and placed his gloved hand over Lance’s mouth. He could feel Lance’s smile under his hand, even through the thick glove.
“You are the actual worst.” Keith mumbled, staring straight up into bright blue eyes that were shining with a wicked mischief.
After being away for two months he had been a little bit worried that whatever had been happening between the two of them before he left might have diminished, or that the strength of the feelings he had for Lance was something he had exaggerated in his mind. But that didn’t seem to be the case at all. If anything, being apart had made his feelings that much stronger. It had been so great to see everyone again; Hunk had cried, Pidge gushed on excitedly all about her brother, Allura gave him a hug, hell so did Shiro, and Coran told him he’d saved him some memorabilia from ‘Voltron On Ice’ (which Keith had conveniently forgotten to bring up again before he’d gone to bed). But when he saw Lance he just hadn’t known what to do… No. That was a lie… He’d known what he wanted to do. But….
With considerable effort Keith pushed away his inner musings, and removed his hand from Lance’s mouth. Only then did he realise Lance hadn’t put up any kind of resistance because both his hands were still behind his back. Time to get to the bottom of this mystery. “So what’s behind your back anyway?” He continued in what he hoped was a steady voice.
Lance’s playful grin faded, and he cleared his throat a little while he looked up at the ceiling. “Uh…”
Keith raised an eyebrow.
“Well, we went back to the Space Mall- I don’t know if you managed to catch any of our shows? I was pretty great in them by the way. Though it turned out that Coran was under some kind of whacked out mind control thing the whole time-”
“What?” Keith managed through a bemused chuckle, barely keeping up with what Lance was saying, and not at all understanding how this was going to lead to what he was hiding.
“Yeah, it was as weird as it sounds.” Lance wrinkled his nose as if he couldn’t quite decide whether he found the memories funny or traumatic. Which Keith found adorable. Lance continued, unaware of the effect he was having on him, “So anyway, while we were at the Space Mall I thought I’d have another look around and I… I don’t know. I kind of missed you a lot,” he shifted and looked away and Keith’s chest constricted tightly. The Lance that everyone was so used to seeing; so self-assured and smooth talking, was just one of his layers, but Keith knew that beneath all that bravado was a core full of doubt and uncertainty, and he often wondered if he was one of the only people to have seen this vulnerable side to him. “And this reminded me of you.” Lance finished quietly, pushing his hands forward.
A long, thin red box was pushed towards Keith, tied up with a lopsided blue ribbon.
At first, he just stared at the package, unable to think of what to say, so Lance filled the awkward silence, “We’d been making a load of Gak from our performances - Shiro said we shouldn’t have kept the money, but if they’re practically throwing it at us it would have been rude to refuse,” he shrugged, “and the Unilu I bought it from said he’d do me a special price because I was one of the performers. It seemed like something you’d like.”
Keith wordlessly took the box from Lance and pulled the ribbon loose, then opened the lid to reveal a thick, slightly curved knife with a black handle. He recognised it instantly from the last time they’d gone to the Space Mall together.
“I saw him cut up rocks and whole melons and cool junk like that.” Lance, now with his hands free, made wide chopping motions with his hands in the air, adding his own whooshing sound effect with each swing. But Keith still hadn’t said anything, and he was still just looking at the package, so Lance awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets. “But it’s fine if you don’t want it; because I already know you have a knife, and yours is like a magic-Galra-knife and everything… Now that I think about it, this was kind of a lame gift, I’m usually way better at the whole gift giving thing,” he laughed, but there was no humour in it.
“What, Lance no, I… I really love it,” Keith choked out, “I can’t believe you got something like this for me. I… Don’t even know what to say… I just really didn’t expect this. How did you know it was my birthday?”
“Your birth…. Woah. No no no. Hold the phone. It’s your birthday? As in, today?” Lance sputtered.
“You didn’t know?” Keith’s eyes widened in his genuine surprise.
“Of course not!” Lance threw his hands in the air.
“So what was the present for?” Keith was so sure he’d never told anyone about his birthday, and that was what had shocked him the most; that somehow Lance had found out. He hadn’t had a present on his birthday in so many years, and yet there one suddenly was, and he just couldn’t even process it. He’d realised it was his birthday of course, something like that wasn’t easy to completely forget, but it went to the back of his mind every year and he never really gave it much thought.
Lance’s voice was high in indignation, his hands still in the air, “If I’d have known it was your birthday I’d have got you much more than this - and cake! Hunk would have baked you a cake. We’d have all celebrated it with you! I can’t believe you didn’t tell anyone it was your birthday.”
Keith walked across the room and silently placed his present down on the side table next to his door, his back now to Lance.
“Because,” he sighed, not turning around, “I don’t want it to be this big special day I build up in my mind, and then be let down again. It’s no different to any other day, so why should I or anyone else treat it differently.” He folded his arms tight over his chest.
“Keith….” Lance whispered. “Don’t… shut yourself off from everyone. I don’t know who hurt you in the past,” there was a sharp edge to his voice that Keith hadn’t heard before, “but they were complete and utter quiznaking assholes. And you know what, I don’t even care who I’ve insulted, because they hurt you and made you have this weird idea that you can’t have a great day that’s all about you, and that’s just… that’s just wrong.”
“It’s just a birthday Lance. It’s okay, I came to terms with it a long time ago - they don’t mean anything.” Keith snapped, wishing he didn’t get angry when he got emotional, and blinking rapidly to clear his blurry vision. There was no way he was turning around now. He didn’t want Lance to see him cry like an idiot.
“No. No it’s not okay - this is your day. You deserve a day Keith. You deserve all the days.”
Keith jumped as he felt arms snake around his middle just under his folded arms, and tensed all over as his body was pulled so that his back was pressed firmly to Lance’s front. His skin burned under his tight Blades suit where Lance’s hands rested at the top of his stomach, and his hood was still up but he could feel Lance’s cheek resting on his head. Keith’s pulse was racing, but finally his body relaxed into the gentle embrace, and only then did he realise that the tears he’d been trying to blink away were sliding rapidly down his cheeks.
“I missed you so much. Even your mullet.” Lance’s voice was choked with emotion. Keith managed a shaky laugh at that as he furiously rubbed at his eyes. “I didn’t know when we’d see you again,” Lance continued softly, “and everything I saw reminded me of you. I tried flirting with all my fans after the shows because I thought that would help.” Keith felt his shrug through his back and shivered at the motion.
“Did it?” He asked honestly, a pang of jealousy joining the crazy-train of emotions racing through his heart.
“… No.” Lance’s grip tightened. “They weren’t you,” he mumbled into the back of Keith’s hood. “And then after the show at the Space Mall I managed to escape all the groupies and I saw that Unilu chopping up junk with that knife and I knew I had to get it for you.” Lance’s voice became sad, “You have to know I wouldn’t have let you down if you’d have told me it was your birthday, you could have had presents from everyone and a party and cake - I would have made your day special - we all would have. It doesn’t matter if you don’t consider yourself a Paladin of Voltron right now, because you are no matter what. You’re still my Team Leader.”
Lance pulled his hands away and stepped backwards so suddenly Keith felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. He heard Lance sniffing and he wiped away his own fresh tears too. This was not at all what he had been expecting tonight.
“Oh wow, I am being such a downer on your birthday!” Lance said through a stretch and a forced laugh. “And way too forward. You know what, we should just start again from me saying ‘it’s your birthday today?’, you can be grumpy about it and I’ll just say goodnight and lea-”
Keith wasn’t sure what had made him turn around and close the gap between them. But suddenly his hands were gripped either side of Lance’s face and he’d pushed their lips together with a force that almost hurt. Lance responded instantly, pulling down the hood on his suit and running his hands through his messy hair, sending sharp waves of pleasure down his spine and into the pit of his stomach. Their kiss was hungry, full of raw emotion and a release of tension that they’d been dancing around for far too long. He didn’t even realise they had moved until he felt his back hit the door, and let out a breath that was snatched by Lance through their frantic kisses. Their bodies pressed together firmly as Keith’s hands went from Lance’s face to his hips, pulling him even closer, as if there wasn’t an inch of himself that he didn’t want to not feel against the other.
Their frantic pace was impossible to hold for long though, and both boys eventually pulled back for air, gasping with a mixture of pleasure and want and love. And the need for oxygen.
Keith was still breathing heavily, most of Lance’s body still pressed against him, and he gazed hard into a sight he had always wanted to see; those ocean blue eyes filled with love looking back at him.
Lance smiled widely and laughed in a way Keith wanted to never stop hearing. “And I thought I was being forward. You just had to go one step further and one-up me didn’t you.”
Keith mirrored his expression and linked his fingers behind Lance’s neck. “It’s what I do best apparently,” he smirked, “and you were talking about leaving and I couldn’t have that.”
“Well, it is your birthday.” Lance agreed, voice husky.
But Keith’s smile faltered, “Lance, I still have to leave in the morning. I… I don’t think I’m ready to be a Paladin again yet. But… will you wait for me? It’s wrong for me to ask you that I know…”
“Keith. I’ve been waiting for you this whole time - ever since we were in the Garrison together. I can wait a little longer. I mean, there’s no promises that guys and girls won’t be throwing themselves at me, but I’m pretty sure I can keep them away if it’s for you,” Lance winked, but he shifted his hips and Keith closed his eyes at the unexpected pleasure it buzzed through his skin. There were perks to a skin-tight suit beyond combat after all.
“And thanks,” Keith said quietly, trying to regain composure, “for the present. And for trying to restore my faith in birthdays. That’s the first birthday present I’ve gotten in a long time.” It was probably the best birthday he’d ever had in all honesty, and he was so grateful for it. This was something he had never even dreamed would happen, and it was almost dizzying to believe that his feelings were reciprocated.
“Oh no, the knife wasn’t your birthday present.” Lance shook his head and Keith noticed a red hue to the tips of his ears. He was glad he wasn’t the only one feeling a little awkward and embarrassed about all this, even though it felt so right and good.
“No?” Keith almost gasped, as Lance rocked his hips again, putting a hand tenderly under Keith’s chin to tilt his head back and bring their lips so close he could feel his breath on them as he spoke, until the words were almost lost in another kiss.
“Happy Birthday.”
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Money Saving Expert Blog 10.8
And so, the never-ending cycle begins again.
There was a binary choice for the title this week and I’ve gone with Money Saving Expert. But you’d seen that. You’ll see the other option soon.
On Saturday I went to Olay Bazaar first time for ageeees. I wanted a different walk. I also wanted to get a матрёшка for Freddie. That’s a Russian doll, in case you’re wondering. He likes the one we have at our house so I thought he might like his own. I also, on the way back, bought my first арбуз. That’s a water melon, in case you’re wondering. You know I love to have one in the fridge to chip away at once it gets properly hot here. I have no pool to cool off in.
Now to my title-inspiring double whammy. I used up my Le Bazar points and my Korzinka loyalty points in one weekend. Really. Le Bazar is the grocery delivery service we used a bit last year and I used a couple of times at the start of our lockdown. If they don’t have things you have ordered, the money gets credited on to your account for next time. I noticed that I had 60,000 so I decided I’d do a small order and use it. It worked. It is now clear. I also went to my nearest Korzinka, on the way back from an early walk to my favourite coffee shop. I didn’t buy much and offered my loyalty card to pay for my goods. Each time you shop, you get a percentage added to the card. This can be used as cash another time. I cleared that card as well, with a small amount to add to it to meet the balance. If only Martin Lewis could see me now.
I had to ‘sign in’ at ecopark - second time he didn’t want to know.
I went for a long walk on Sunday. It was unplanned. I ended up at the other supermarket but the park was closed so I had to walk back the long way. None of that was planned.
I saw several more kittens. They are everywhere.
Now we come to the second potential title.
The ‘funny things kids say’ this week features Freddie. My little Freddie. Due to the wonders of video calling I am not totally missing out on his development as a speaker. They (Keir, Emily and Fred) went and met Mairi in our garden this week and Mairi says his speech has come on a long way and he has lots to say.
One day, we were having a video call. Keir and Fred were sitting on Keir’s bed and Fred was near the edge. Keir put his arm around Fred’s midriff to make sure he didn’t fall but Freddie didn’t want to be restrained. So, the sentence that could have been the title was uttered. It was beautiful. I can’t decide wether to put it here or wait until the end of the anecdote. Wait, I think.
You could just ‘hear’ the micro-pause as he worked out how to finish the sentence he started. He was reviewing previous sentences - don’t hold my leg, don’t hold my hand, don’t hold my ear - they would all work, he knew there was a way to make it work. But he could not work it out. It was such a tiny, tiny pause. But I heard it. There was a word missing here, a word he could not locate or did not know. What was Daddy holding? What did he say, quite indignantly?
Don’t hold my me. Don’t hold my...me. The pause was not that long. It was lovely.
On Tuesday I drove to school. I think I told you last week that the road-trip is off. We are shipping the van. I am sorting paper work and packing. We were told we could go back into school so I wanted to go and collect all my personal stuff. I could not find my ID badge which had the cupboard key on. Did I mention that? I searched the flat at least three times and decided that I must have left it in the classroom when we all fled, screaming, weeks ago. Anyway, I went early on Tuesday and the badge was indeed there, the key protruding from the lock. It didn’t take long to collect my things and delete any saved passwords from my classroom PC. It could be the last time I go into the building. It might not be as we had an email saying we could go back in - so we were expected to go back in. I have requested that I be allowed to work from home. As horrible as it is being here alone all of the time, I think it is a risk I can’t take. There is nothing I can do in my classroom that I can’t do at home. I am fairly sure the students won’t be back in now.
As I left, I remembered when we drove away with Ben for the last time, two years ago. I remember that I thought I would be heart-broken if that were me. It was the same when Mairi left. I thought the same. This year, being here alone, and the way things have worked out, I will be happy to board a flight whenever that is. I think I will be sad later.
On Thursday (I think), a woman knocked at the door. She was begging. The main door downstairs is often left open, so I suppose she seized her chance. Of course I gave here some money. Later that day, I was taking my rubbish down to the bins. I may have mentioned before that there are people who sort through the rubbish collecting anything of value, especially plastic bottles. You see people on bikes carrying huge bags filled with plastic bottles. A couple were walking up the street with their collection from ‘my’ bin. They asked for the rubbish I was carrying and took it all. They also asked if I could spare some money. I could.
Later, I saw another student. This was a girl I taught in Y4 who is now in Y7. At first I thought it was her, then I thought it was a much older girl who looked like her, then I realised it was her. We had a little chat.
On morning, I took my empty cereal bowl back to the kitchen after eating. Later I discovered that I had Put this empty bowl in the fridge.
I started looking at jobs for next year. I even applied for two. If you are in the Chesterfield area and know of a suitable, part-time, job for a person with my unique skill set, please let me know.
On Thursday, Mairi came to my lesson. I know. We were finishing the book Holes, which she loves, so she came a read it with us and we discussed it and what the children might expect in Y7. It was fun.
I also met more colleagues accidentally on the street. I was out for an evening stroll and met Miss Viktoriya. She was waiting for Moss Marina so I waited with her. We had a chat. We had a quick video call with Mairi.
On Friday morning there were three (or four) police cars across the road, possibly investigating an incident at the new building. I say (or four) because there were three parked in a row. Then the front one was driven away. A little later, there were three again but it could have been the original front one back again but now at the back.
I talked in Russian on the phone to three different people I don’t know. Two are from a Russian/English language exchange group on Facebook. The third is a person dealing with my van shipment. She is based in Romania and we have been exchanging emails but she wanted to talk about some details. She is an good English speaker but also speaks Russian, as do many Romanians. It was good.
And that was/is my week. I hope you liked it as much as I did.
Which title would you have gone for? ‘Money saving expert’ or ‘Don’t hold my me’?
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Castle Season 8
The final season, the final post. If you want to read through the whole thing, here you go.
8x01 XY: “Oh my God, this is so beautiful.” Yeah and you’re touching it with your cake fingers. Rock paper scissors is Knife Gun Kevlar :D Jenny is pregnant again :) “Alexis, you can’t just... You solved four cases?! That’s more than I have.” “I know. Step your game up.” lol We meet Hayley Shipton :’) Beckett is hurt and missing again, ugh. And then she’s visiting Bracken in prison. Castle is abducted, too. Oh my God, the spiders in the box scared me big time. I can’t watch this. “Okay, I might puke” yeah same. It’s so gross, I’m so scared. Alexis storms in on Hayley’s interrogation, she’s clearly been crying. Aww bb:( As if the spiders weren’t bad enough, he’s putting a plastic bag full of spiders over his head. They find him and Alexis is so relieved, she was freaking out. “When you disappeared last year. I thought you were dead, for two months.” :( Vikram is mentioned. The shooting at the precinct is pretty emotional (I’m looking for a specific word but I can’t find it). Castle just grabs Alexis and hides behind a desk with her, shielding her, keeping her head down, protecting her. <3
8x02 XX: I like the idea of showing us an episode through two different perspectives. “You can call me Rita, Castle’s step-mother”. Now that’s new. So, Beckett got shot. How come her wound is long like from a knife instead of a bullet hole? LokSat is brought up. “Beckett is family” aww <3 Bracken is killed in prison. Something’s wrong with Beckett’s hair. Aw it’s the return of the Smorelet. And then it gets really sad and weird when Beckett tells Castle about having to leave, having to do that on her own, that he should trust her, blahblah.
8x03 PhDead: Hi Lucy! I’m confused about Beckett’s hair again. It looks wrong. But wasn’t it that she wore a wig during season 8 because she had cut her hair or something? But I remember thinking that I didn’t notice the wig, that her hair looked just fine, but now it doesn’t? omg that’s Bryce from 13 Reasons Why. And he’s flirting with Alexis aka Clara omg. “Castle, go home. You’re drunk.” Did I mention that I miss Gates? I miss her “Mister Castle!” expression, I miss her. I like the bubbles tradition :’)
8x04 What Lies Beneath: Aw man, not the pretty mosaic window. lol Ryan and Esposito making a cross in sync. “Former altar boys”. Castle hugging Esposito for no real reason - I’ll be disappointed if he didn’t plant some kind of bug or tracker on him. “Did you put that tracker on me when you gave me that awkward hug?” ah yes. That poor computer. What’s with the Vulcan Simmons case, I don’t understand.
8x05 The Nose: “You always smell so pretty. ... Captain.” I kinda hate that Ryan didn’t pass his Sergeant exam when he’s the one that needed it so badly with baby #2 on the way. The intro always kinda freaks me out cause it’s a lot louder than last season and it always comes so unexpected. “You shot me in the ass.” Assposito though. “Shoot me in the ass. Come on. Do it right now, shoot me in the ass.” I’m dying of second hand embarrassment. They are behaving awfully. They are acting like immature brats. It’s awful, I hate this.
8x06 Cool Boys: Um hey there Slaughter? “Wow, you grew up nice.” ewww Slaughter, stop looking at Alexis like that. Elvez and Lucky Charms though omfg. Castle and Slaughter ‘singing’ was so weird. Beckett was absent during the whole episode. Did I miss the explanation for that or...?
8x07 The Last Seduction: Ryan and Espo are seeing a therapist together. It’s hilarious but it’s ridiculous that the ass thing is still a thing. The.. notepad stopped the bullet that Ryan took to save Espo? Like, okay. Beckett brought dinner, I hope they actually ate that before making out. Like, I’m too ace for this shit.
8x08 Mr. & Mrs. Castle: Hayley and Alexis fist bumping is gold. Castle dancing though.
8x09 Tone Death: A murder at Martha’s work place, a colleague or the like. Honestly, I don’t understand the sudden change of Beckett letting Castle in now. Like, what changed? That singing performance really makes me miss Glee. Omfg the intro. Awww Hooked on a feeling. Sing off with Espo was great. It’s weird that Ryan and Esposito don’t figure out Castle and Beckett’s game though. Like, it’s so obvious at the end.
8x10 Witness for the Prosecution: Has it ever occured to them that maybe she didn’t kill Sadie after all?! Ugh Castle’s secret “I love you” nose scratch is so annoying. I’m clearly not in the mood for this episode. Castle is always promising people to name a character in his next book after them. Like, man I hope you’re including enough characters because you promised SO many people already. That poor girl. Her mother was killed by her own father, thus she lost both her parents.
8x11 Dead Red: The scene with Castle showing Martha and Alexis his baby shower gifts for Jenny and Ryan is great. I love how Alexis predicted everything he was gonna give them right ;) Castle’s stepmother is there again.
8x12 The Blame Game: I love how Castle just crashes Alexis and Martha’s coffee date and he’s all secrecy about something and says “I can’t tell you” and Alexis just goes “okay” and keeps the conversation with Martha going. Aaah Castle wakes up in that school classroom. Love that episode, the game was great. It’s just a bit weird how the killer almost kills himself and is only saved because Castle was smart enough to figure it out. Like, that was such a risky move? Oh look, there’s Nina Holiday from RandI. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes.” “Does that mean no hug?” <3
8x13 And Justice For All: Hi Perlmutter. still don’t like your beard. He... has an identical twin brother called Edgar? And he wants to set him up with Beckett now that she’s “broken up” with Castle? lol I wanna see that. ... Your good brother Edgar, huh. Castle speaking French though. “And you [immigrants] are the ones that make this country great” I’m crying.
8x14 The G.D.S.: “You are a bad influence.” “Thank you.” Hayley and Alexis are so great together. OH MY GOD THAT’S THE GUY THAT’S HIM. The intro sound is different. DId Hayley just say “Oh God, have mercy”?!?!?!? “I adore your daughter”. “I am your father. And from the day you came into this world it's been my job to protect you.” <3 Castle knew about LokSat when he was missing, like during that time.
8x15 Fidelis Ad Mortem: “For Richard. Without your constant stumbles in life the advice in this book would not have been possible.” I love how he got excited for that tiny moment. I’m already not interested in the case, I don’t like the feel of the episode. I like the blonde recruit. Her look reminds me of Shay <3 “I need time to process this” ugh it feels like we’re running in circles. The episode doesn’t feel right. The atmosphere is not right. It doesn’t feel like a Castle episode.
8x16 Heartbreaker: Move, bitch,g et out of the way, get out of the way, bitch, move, bitch. Lucy cockblocking Caskett though. 15 minutes in, I don’t like the feeling of the episode. Oh Javi, that “Let me take a shower” stunt is so old, I can’t believe you fell for it. She’s..t he love of his life? Lucy is Linus now.
8x17 Death Wish: I love it when stuff like that happens :D like, the killer is about to cut off the victim’s head and then we switch to Castle slicing a melon :D There’s this mysterious woman that disappears all the time. Like, Castle turns away for a second and she’s gone. The genie thing is a bit silly, and not in a fun way. Awww Jenny is having their baby :’) The baby’s name is Nicholas Javier :’) Awww :’) It’s Javier after all, like he said way back when. The ‘complications’ really weren’t necessary though. Like, they didn’t even do anything with that. Just “there are some complications” and then twenty seconds later it’s all good again. Also, couldn’t they at least have one normal delivery?
8x18 Backstabber: Hayley, what the hell is going on. The tension between Alexis and Hayley is great. “or to your daughter” omg it always gets so intense when other people bring up Alexis. I loved the Alexis/Hayley scenes which is why I made a gifset about that way back when: http://tallskinnyvanillalatte.tumblr.com/post/143532179493/alexis-castle-and-hayley-shipton-in-8x18
8x19 Dead Again: It’s so weird when the dead guy (who had been poisoned with some deadly poison) is alive again. Then the guy dies again. Only to rise from the dead two minutes later. It’s so weird and not in a good way. Also, Castle is so annoying with him trying to test the guy for super powers. The guy is shot and dead. But wakes up again? It’s so weird and annoying.
8x20 Much Ado About Murder: I’m too tired to focus on this episode properly. Castle is abducted.. again. “He [Castle] must be suffering” and then we cut to Castle laughing his ass off. Awww hey Jenny. “Uncle Javi” I’M DYING. That scene was too adorable.
8x21 Hell to Pay: Second to last episode... The man with the axe, that could’ve been such an intense scene but nah. The title card is different again, for the last time? Nathan Filion looks thinner in this episode. Beckett scaring off Castle is too great though. Awww Alexis and Hayley are having a movie night with pizza and beer. lol Hayley wants to watch a horror movie at the place where they were surprised by the axe man (I keep typing ‘ace’ instead of ‘axe’ - and I just did it again).
8x22 Crossfire: He we go, series finale. “In case anything goes wrong...” “I will get Martha and Alexis here and I will protect them, you have my word.” <3 The moment when Castle gets into the cab and the song from at the beginning starts playing and you see the driver is the killer. The “truth time” scene that I also giffed is so intense and heart breaking. The way Castle wants to say ‘no’ but can’t and is crying... And how devastated he is. I really don’t like all the shooting in this episode. The way they took down LokSat was so weird. So you seriously mean to tell me that Lanie got a full five-seconds of screentime in the series finale. And then Castle and Beckett are both shot but it’s not even explained? We just jump ahead a few years and there they are with children? Like, how did they survive? God there’s so many plotholes in this.
Well, now I’m done. I miss what the show was in the early seasons. Like,t hat whole comedy, the domestic Castle aspect.
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@damereyevents summer exchange: for @strong-bottle-of-jyn
Aaaaand here it is!!!! Yoooo damerey buddy!!!!
You asked for a fic about scavenger!poe and pilot!rey (ooooohh)! lol and because I love all my damerey and my damerey buddies I also made a little gifset to go with it :D
I have to admit, it’s been years since I last wrote a serious fanfic so forgive me if my writing’s a bit rusty (and if the style feels childish it must be because while making the fic, I was reading the young kids’ version of ROTJ by Tom Angleberger — I highly recommend, it’s fun! hahaha). And this story has no title yet...hmm, would you like to do the honors? :) Hoping to hear from ya soon!!!
Summary: Poe Dameron has made a decent living as a scavenger on Yavin 4, but a chance encounter with two Resistance fighters may finally bring him to his destiny to fly with the greatest heroes of the galaxy. Maybe dreams do come true.
Words: 4,903 ( i kno it’s short :( )
Edit: the title for this fic is "You Need a Scavenger" lol!
“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no,” Finn gaped at the mess of a ship he just came out of, “This is bad. Real bad.”
“Damage report?” Rey, still stuck in her blue jumpsuit-sans-helmet, peered at the smoking wishbone ship before sharing a wince with her best friend.
Ordinary people would have accepted their death at the hands of an endless jungle.
But Rey and Finn weren't ordinary beings.
Running on instinct, the duo scouted the area for something useful (that wasn't another gigantic tree). Finding nothing but endless greens, they decided to to immediately set up camp by their downed vehicle.
“Another dinner of tasty rations,” Rey grumbled at her veg-meat as Finn chuckled, opting instead to take a nap on his sleeping mat.
“Good night, peanut.”
“Sleep tight, Finn.”
- -
The fourth moon of Yavin wasn't particularly a competitive market for junk and it suited Poe perfectly fine. Besides, the farm being tended by his father could sufficiently feed them both; his scavenging was nothing more than a hobby that happened to bring extra credits to the table.
After setting up his father’s breakfast, Poe and his droid BB-8, headed off on his self-constructed landspeeder for their next salvaging adventure.
“So, where are we off to today?” Poe turned to his round companion who beeped and chirped animatedly, “Hmm… yeah buddy maybe we should take a break from scouring the abandoned Rebel base and try our luck on something else. Scan around for unusual readings.”
The droid responded by making annoyed noises, “Yeah yeah, I know I'm too obsessed.”
Dee-deet! Dee-deet! Poe’s scanners were picking up a mass of potential scrap ahead of him. Slowing down his speeder, he pulled out his quadnocs to take a peek. He could see smoke lightly dissipating from a hidden cockpit. The magnified image made his heart leap. It was a real, functional Y-wing!
Never in his life did Poe drive his speeder with utmost urgency. It was one thing to stare at holoimages of fancy ships or pick around distended parts for selling. But to catch a whole, real (REAL!) starfighter? He felt like the luckiest man in history since Han Solo's legendary win in a game of Sabacc (of course Poe knows about Han Solo! Poe’s probably a walking encyclopedia of the Galactic Civil War). His mind raced with possibilities and ideas.
I should try the sublights on this thing.
Maybe I could bring home a nice helmet from this too.
Will BB-8 fit the astromech slot?
I can finally know the feeling of flying a bomber!
His imagination was cut short by a blaster bolt that almost singed his favorite jacket. Filled with panic, he didn’t realize that the pilot might still be alive!
“Who's there?!” screamed a bold, male voice. Poe could hear the rifle being prepped for another shot.
“I mean you no harm!” Poe quickly answered, hands up in the air, “I… uh… saw your ship! And I uh… came to offer my services!” His mind was nimbly threading a legitimate excuse, “You see, I run a small business of fixing stuff and selling parts. My house is just a few klicks away.”
The pilot must have been a little desperate as he lowered his blaster and moved closer to Poe's position.
Dark complexion, clean haircut, and very determined eyes. Complete trooping gear and a classy flight jacket.
The man, bearing a brawny build and an equally assertive stance, inspected Poe to ensure that he wasn't hiding any weapons. But what he wasn't counting on was the stinging electric shock delivered by BB-8 on his ankle, “Ow!” he stumbled and grunted.
“Hey buddy, it’s okay. I was about to score a job,” Poe intervened before his loyal companion could send another shock current on the man. The reassurance caused BB-8 to roll backwards and bow his domed head in apology, a light ‘dwoooo’ sound echoing his speakers.
Deciding to play friendly, Poe helped the stranger up, “I'm Poe. Poe Dameron.”
“Finn,” he responded, “You said you could fix our ship?” the man inquired.
“I gotta take a look at it first, of course,” Poe replied. True, he had to assess the damage. But his true motivation was the chance to see and touch a real Alliance vehicle. He just had to pull out all his tricks for this chance!
Finn, Poe, and BB-8 approached the Y-wing in haste. And as Poe was about to get his first touch of the ship, a gloved hand grabbed his forearm.
“What do you think you're doing?” growled a female voice this time, mezzo-soprano, (and obviously very angry).
Her air of authority placed Poe in a state of partial paralysis. He slowly looked up to see a fair and regal face, sprinkled with dust and slightly tanned. The upper part of her blue flightsuit was unzipped to reveal a worn, sleeveless, gray undershirt (and immaculately toned arms). Poe dared to look into her hazel eyes and gulped. If Finn felt like dealing with an elite shocktrooper, the girl was probably Lady Vader.
Nevermind that the girl’s gauntlets were dripping grease on his favorite jacket.
“I'm uh, Poe. Poe Dameron?”
“And?”
“He wants to help fix the ship,” Finn intervened, hoping to defuse his friend’s aggression.
“As you can see, I can handle it myself,” the girl replied, oozing with sass. She pointed a Pilex driver at Poe, “And no offense, but you look like a scruffy scavenger about to steal my ship.”
Damn, caught so fast. Maybe I should have listened to Dad and shaved.
“You'll need parts though,” Poe adroitly picked himself up from the girl’s tripping wits, “I sell! And, I can see that your coolant’s leaking. We could work on that.”
The scavenger’s right. She huffed, “I do need some more bonding tape.”
“Hey, I can get you some new parts for that instead!” Poe exclaimed, “My finds will fit well with an Alliance classic like your bomber.”
Of course the girl had her doubts, but after a silent deliberation within herself (actually, it was just one long sigh), she relented.
And they all got to work.
- -
For the next few days, Poe learned a couple of things from his new customers.
1. The girl's name was Rey - and she was probably ranked as high as Captain, based on how Finn addressed her.
2. Rey and Finn were probably Resistance agents, scouting around the sector until they got hit and landed here.
3. They were in a hurry to fix their long range comms. But so far, no luck.
4. Kes Dameron, Poe’s dad, came down to see what they were up to and offered some koyo melons from their homely ranch. A warm, ambient environment ensued.
5. Finn did most of the talking (he was a very friendly chap when you got to know him). Captain Rey on the other hand, was a quiet sort of buddy.
6. But Rey has a very special heart for machines. She bonded with BB-8 instantly while making a lot of technical remarks about Poe’s landspeeder. (Of course Poe took lots of notes! Had to learn more about this girl - I MEAN LEARN FROM A REAL PROFESSIONAL STARFIGHTER PILOT).
7. Also, this meant that Poe's sly attempts to sell his worthless junk (as he usually did with unknowing offworlders) didn't succeed under Rey’s watchful eye.
8. Nope, a shaved face didn't help his cause either.
“25,000 credits?! This is a rusty 30-year-old U-wing thrust engine!,” Rey frowned at the chunk of metal being put down by Finn and Poe from the landspeeder.
“On the contrary,” Poe began, shifting his gears into salesman-slash-Galactic Civil War expert mode, “I believe this lovely piece of vintage was part of Operation Fracture, which — ”
“ — was the mission to uncover and stop the Death Star,” Rey supplied, “and if my memory is intact, most of Blue Squadron’s U-wings met their grave on Scarif.”
Poe was flabbergasted. It was perhaps, the first time he was caught spindling a lie about history. Finn simply chuckled and patted BB-8, “Sorry Poe-my-good-man, but Rey is a hardcore geek when it comes to these things. Girl knows her stuff.”
“Look Poe, we’re not museum collectors. I need functional thrusters if we are to make it as far as Mandalore,” Rey explained.
BB-8 chirped something in response.
“You need the money for what?” Rey raised her eyebrows and began crossing her arms.
“Don't listen to him,” Poe panicked, realizing what his droid had just said, “Okay...look...we can go to my usual hauling areas and find another thrust engine.”
“You know if you were so bent on signing up for the New Republic Starfighter Corps, you could join us in the Resistance! I can gun for you if you like! I'm actually a big deal in the Resistance and I am pretty damn sure that I am one of the best gunners out there,” Finn grinned, pumped up with excitement.
But Poe nervously chuckled and cleared his throat, “Let's not get carried away guys. Now wanna go check out that old Rebel base?”
- -
Many would have thought that the Rebels took everything with them when they evacuated the Massassi temples on Yavin 4, and that graverobbers would have nothing left to salvage from the ancient rocks.
But Poe Dameron was a persistent one.
Driven by his deep desires to rediscover his deceased mother, an ace of the Rebel Alliance, he poured all his efforts on uncovering concealed caches, cracking codes, and absorbing whatever intel was left behind. What lacking information he needed, he sought through Holonet searches when he visited the main town. Sometimes a family friend, a retired veteran Duros pilot he fondly called Uncle L’ulo, shared what he could to the eager boy. Along with Kes Dameron, they reminisced Green Squadron’s finest moments when Lieutenant Shara Bey, Poe’s mom, did the wildest heroics in the name of freedom and justice.
The secret outposts found by Poe were stashed with enough supplies and parts to sustain a lost platoon for 5 standard years. Though they couldn’t find a good set of thrusters, Rey and Finn were admittedly impressed. BB-8 also helped set up temporary long range communications through an old terminal, so that Finn can report to Resistance High Command.
Meanwhile, Rey and Poe decided that they could build their own thrust engines from the spares. The two tinkerers were quiet for the duration of their work — Poe was determined to help his new friends get going while Rey began contemplating on the idea of acquiring another useful recruit. She knew that the Resistance needed more manpower, but at the same time their job required a deep sense of commitment and utmost loyalty, qualities Rey wasn't sure that Poe had (For one, Rey knew a lot of skilled people who were nothing more than mercenaries). Still, she decided that a little probing might help around.
“Why do you want to be a starfighter pilot?” Rey inquired while fiddling with her toolkit.
She could sense the emotions brewing beneath the scavenger.
Sentimentality.
Compassion.
Belongingness.
Poe tilted his head, scrunching up his face a bit as he continued to work, “Mostly because of my Ma, I guess,” he picked up a hydrospanner and inserted it into a damaged slot, “She flew for Green Squadron while my Dad served under the Pathfinders.”
Rey nodded in understanding. She also began installing some bolts.
“How ’bout you, Captain... uh, why did you want to be a Jedi?”
If Rey was surprised, she didn't show it. (Actually, she was. But of course she's better than that.)
“What makes you think I’m a Jedi?” she calmly challenged his query.
Poe shrugged, still engrossed in his work, “I saw your lightsaber clipped next to your belt. The only time I saw that kind of thing was on a holo of Luke Skywalker in his X-wing attire.”
Rey couldn't help but grin. He's an observant one. Good. “Let’s just say it's also tied to family.”
Poe nodded.
Silence ensued. But, it was comfortable kind, knowing that they stood on the same ground and were somehow, drawn to the same endless stars above them (How did assembling thrusters become such a dreamy setting?). Before they knew it, only a few couplings were left to be installed.
“Finn’s not done yet, is he?” Poe mused.
“I’ll tell you a secret — that boy has a rather colorful love life,” Rey mischievously replied and they shared laugh, “If I have to place a bet, it’ll be on one of those sisters he befriended on the maintenance crew…”
“Must be tough love.”
“Maybe if you join our ranks you'll give him some competition,” Rey joked.
“Nah. My old man needs me here,” Poe shook his head.
Rey was about to respond when Finn came back with BB-8. He seemed more relaxed after that long chat with the base.
“Hey Rey, General Organa wants to talk to you,” Finn bent down, positioning himself to take over her work. The captain quietly stood up and accompanied BB-8 back to the terminal.
“General,” Rey curtly greeted Leia Organa with a nod.
Leia on the other hand, continued to stare dotingly at Rey, as though her compassion could be transmitted all the way from D’Qar to Yavin 4.
“Rey, I wish I could tell you to take your time but — ”
“Time is of the essence, I know,” Rey sighed, rubbing her forehead, “I'm doing my best to fix the ship and I swear we’ll be on track to Mandalore before you know it.”
“No, that's not it,” Leia explained, “We're picking up First Order transmissions. They're in your area, trying to find a Force-sensitive tree. Several TIEs have been dispatched. They might also be the group who shot you down.”
“A Force-sensitive tree?”
“I know Luke had given one to the Dameron family. Finn says you've made contact with their son?” Leia asked.
“Yes.”
“Make sure the First Order doesn't find it,” came Leia's swift order.
“But what about the emissary to Mandalore? We have to coordinate with them soon,” Rey frowned, unconvinced by the tree’s importance.
“Finn says that Poe Dameron is seeking enlistment with us. And I know his parents well, especially his mother. Recruiting him is as good as finding our contact in Mandalore,” Leia replied, her voice driven by conviction. Rey could feel ripples of the Force flowing between them. Leia's natural intensity as a commander not only made her an effective leader, but also an undeniably strong presence in the Force.
Like Master Luke. Like Ben. And all those lost Jedi.
Memories of pain flushed her into a deep silence.
And Leia of course, was able to pick up on it, “I know it's so hard to place trust on people. Especially after what happened to your father…” her voice began drifting, her own emotional struggles reflecting that of Rey’s.
But unlike an amateur such as Rey, Leia was firm in resisting her grief. Decades of experience brought her that ability to endure, “I had once entrusted my life to Shara Bey and I did not regret it. And if Poe is anything like his mother — or even his father, you will not hesitate to seek his help.”
“Yes ma’am.” Rey, suddenly stoic, affirmed.
Leia sighed. At least she is trying, “May the Force be with you.”
- -
“So, you like our little scoundrel of a princess?” Finn jabbed at Poe.
“Wh-what?” Poe stuttered.
“Oh come on! The only time I saw that kind of look was when Rey got to fly the Falcon!” Finn continued to tease, “And believe me, I’ve been through a lot of fodder with that gruffy girl and it's definitely been an adventure of a lifetime.”
Poe frowned. They began to tow the newly-constructed thrusters back into the speeder.
“I know she likes to look tough. Have you seen how she likes to be scruffy and show off her guns and all? She wants folks to respect her. And I guess I can't blame her for trying to live up to an inherited reputation…” Finn began rambling, immersed in his discourse of his best friend.
“But I know, deep in my gut, that you’ll be good for her,” Finn continued, “I've seen her rip a gundark with her bare, muddy hands and I was there when she wore silvery garments and stole glances from everyone in a senator’s party. Of course the other pilots like Jess and Karé love her with all their being. But she needs another kind of friend, a relatable one. Someone who also memorizes all the skirmishes after the Battle of Hoth. And can re-wire a navicomputer with eyes closed. Someone who knows what it’s like to be a child of a legend. And if these docs are right, your Mama was one helluva pilot,” Finn wriggled his eyebrows, waving a datapad in front of Poe.
The scavenger just gaped at him. Somehow, Finn’s datapad had just downloaded all of Lieutenant Shara Bey’s Alliance records. Not just Shara’s but Kes Dameron’s files too.
“You know when Leia treats us all Resistance babies like her own children you get access to many amazing things,” Finn winked.
“Now if you’re trying to lure me to join — ” Poe began shaking his head.
“I don't know what’s stopping you either.”
“Dameron!” shouted Rey's voice. The young Jedi was jogging towards them with BB-8 rolling in the same quickened pace.
“The tree. Where is it?” Rey grabbed Poe’s collar.
That gesture must have terrified him because he froze in place.
“Whoa, calm down Cap. What did the General say?” Finn patted Rey’s shoulder.
“The First Order is here, looking for a tree that Master Luke gave to Shara Bey. We need to protect it at all costs,” Poe and Finn could feel the panic seeping among them.
The tree. From Luke Skywalker himself.
Poe's mind was running in circles, remembering how his parents revered the damn plant. How he was made to personally care for it when he accidentally burned it in a hurry to finish his chores, many years back.
He flicked his comlink, contacting his father.
Shhhhhhssssshhhh. Static.
If his comm was jammed, that meant the First Order was here. On this moon. On their backyard.
AND HIS FATHER.
The trio (plus BB-8) hurried back to the homestead.
- -
Kes knew that he'd never outgrow the instincts he’d bred as a SpecForce soldier. So, when he saw an indiscriminate man heading straight for the Force-sensitive tree, he immediately grabbed his old blaster from a hidden compartment. Setting up for a snipe shot, he quietly aimed at the thief.
Pffoooowpsh!!!
Ah, that satisfying hit meant that he was still a true Pathfinder.
Kes slowly moved towards the incapacitated man, inspecting the thief's gear. There were network sensor jammers in one pocket and other tools similar to former Imperial Security Bureau agents. He could also hear at least two speeders within his area, one he identified as Poe's and another that was probably the burglar’s reinforcements. Making a wild guess, he ducked before a second thief tried to shoot him, and then fired back.
He missed. And the second man accelerated his vehicle, retreating back into the forest.
“Dad!” Poe, along with BB-8, hurriedly approached his father.
Kes raised his thumb up before gesturing to Rey and Finn to catch the escaping intruder.
Rey immediately took over the controls of Poe's ride while Finn readied his rifle.
Poe glanced back at them, hoping that Rey would take care of his baby.
“I’m okay, son. I’m okay,” Kes grinned cockily. Sometimes his boy was such a worrier, like Shara secretly was back years ago.
“Was it the First Order, Dad?” Poe peered at the dead body.
“Definitely,” Kes nodded, “I knew they'd be after the tree one day. It was Skywalker’s last request from our family to keep it safe.”
“Dad…I...”
Kes couldn't help but give his son a rather wrinkly smile. He could read Poe and all his hopes and fears like plain Aurebesh.
And he knew exactly what he had to say to give his kid a final push. “Destiny calls us. The Force, even. That's why I wounded up serving under General Solo back on Endor, why your mother flew alongside Luke and Leia. We decided that we couldn't allow innocents to suffer. Now you have to make your choice. Will you help them too?”
“But what about you? Who's going to take care of you?”
Kes boisterous laughter filled the air, “I'm tougher than I look, son. Your old man still has that Pathfinder spirit,” he pounded his chest proudly. He shifted gears and mellowed the mood, “Poe, I know you’re worried for me but I'll be fine here. Shara used to think that way, too. Afraid that she couldn't stop flying once she got into her green flightsuit and left you behind.”
He held his son's face, looking into his eyes that was so much like his wife's — that same soul yearning to explore the heavens, “You'll know when to fight and you'll know when to back down. We've raised you to be smarter and tougher so that one day you could take your place in this universe,” he slipped a data chip into Poe's hand.
The launch codes for Shara’s old A-wing. An old ship, long hidden beneath a tarp, parked half a klick away.
A beauty waiting for its reawakening.
“I give you my blessing, son. It's been a long damn time and now you should quit holding yourself back!” Kes laughed again, “Who knows our small family might get one helluva pilot as daughter-in-law again!”
Poe palmed his face, recently cleaned of facial hair (also done to secretly impress the Y-wing captain). His dad was too quick of a thinker sometimes.
- -
With the infinite obstacle of trees, Rey can only steer the speeder so much. That was probably the seventh time she had to avoid the blaster bolts from hitting their borrowed ride.
“Are you ever going to fire back, peanut?!” Rey exasperatedly whined at Finn.
“I'm trying!” Finn grumbled back.
“What ever happened to the Resistance’s best gunner…” Rey muttered, slipping a grumpy joke as she usually did during troublesome times like this.
“I heard that!” Finn shot back, simultaneously hitting the thief's motivators.
The speeder in front of them was yanked out of the route, but the man luckily escaped. He continued running towards a pair of strange-looking TIE fighters (probably modified).
“He's going to fly out!” Finn pointed at him.
“I know that!” Rey screamed back. With a blink of an eye, she stopped the speeder and leapt in the air with her activated lightsaber.
Finn shook his head, but realizing that their Y-wing was only a junction away, he drove back to their campsite to re-install the new thrusters and maybe, get going.
He’d seen Rey make miracles and hopefully, they wouldn't need their dysfunctional ship to take chase on those pristine TIEs.
But being not much of a mechanic himself, he was probably the one who needed to make a miracle.
- -
Rey effortlessly deflected the blaster shots from the thief, who was backing away and nearing his ship.
This agent is crippled by his fear.
Rey threw her saber at his ship's twin ion engines, a smirk forming on her face.
You’ve got no escape this time.
Catching back her blade like a boomerang, she Force-pushed the thief into a tree, knocking him unconscious.
She turned to the other TIE fighter, not realizing that the pilot inside had prepped his ship for take-off and had began gunning her. She continued to deflect its strong bolts until one blast hit an enormous branch, which was about to topple her. Rey rolled out of the way and unfortunately, it allowed the TIE to escape.
Panting, she regretted her failure immediately.
Luckily though, Finn was able to pull a bit of a miracle. Their battered Y-wing was floating in front of her, cockpit opened.
“Let's test-ride this new thing!!!” Finn cheered. Rey smiled back and gracefully jumped to her seat. Following the TIE ahead of them, the Y-wing began to hit the skies.
Apparently, it was going to be harder than expected.
“You did not recalibrate this thing, did you?!” Rey groaned, the wishbone-shaped fighter jerking despite her focused controls. The TIE was now flying farther away.
“Well we were in a bit of a situation. I had to hurry!” Finn retorted.
Rey muttered a few things before resetting the guns and cannons. Finn, working in tandem, immediately tested his aim.
PPPANG!!! PPPANG!!!
Well, at least their guns are working.
Now it was a matter of reaching their target. But the TIE suddenly tumbled itself backwards.
“It’s behind us!” Finn warned.
“Deflector shields up!!!” Rey flicked a few buttons, wanting to pivot her stubborn fighter around to hit it and end the day.
The Y-wing whined in protest. Rey was trying her best to stabilize the gyroscopes. Finn knew that if she didn't do it fast enough, they'd be dead toast.
But suddenly, the sensors showed another ship approaching, hitting the TIE on their tail!
“Wooohooo!!!” Poe whooped, opening the comm channel to the Y-wing.
“Poe!!!” Rey and Finn exclaimed in relief. BB-8 was also beeping happily in the background. The droid was excited to be part of the adventure.
“I'll get him off your backs. And prepare to fire! His shield’s too strong for an old A-wing gun,” Poe advised.
The A-wing began baiting the TIE to follow him.
Poe yanked the controls and the old ship yielded to his maneuvers smoothly. A-wings were extremely nimble, and the TIE fighter (an unusually different model, Poe mused) had a hard time catching up with his swoops and barrel rolls. He dropped his ship too sharply, feeling the wild rush turning his insides. And then, he suddenly pushed his stick the opposite way.
No way could the jerk follow that crazy path.
Rey had somehow anticipated the path and soon, the Y-wing was onto the TIE’s trajectory.
“Clear shot, Finn!” Rey queued.
Her friend carried out the orders suavely and the TIE was swiftly blown to pieces.
The new friends hollered together. It was a memorable first victory.
“Now what?” Rey grinned at the comm, still hearing Poe’s laughter.
“I’ve brought some cargo with me and we can do repairs when we land on Mandalore,” Poe suggested.
“You sure?” Finn gasped excitedly, enjoying that their mission was going to proceed so instantly.
“Alright, sending coordinates to you,” Rey smiled to herself. Maybe the three of them were complete adrenaline junkies, after all.
The two rebel ships zoomed into hyperspace.
- -
The Resistance transport was up in their sights, already beginning its landing cycle.
“Hey, don't be nervous,” Finn patted Poe on the back.
How could he not be nervous?! Poe was finally meeting Leia Organa in the flesh. The Princess of Alderaan was a living legend among young dreamers like him. And Poe wanted to leave the best first impression for his long-time idol.
“Don’t worry. General Organa is like a mother to all of us,” Rey winked and Finn just rolled his eyes.
The door opened and the refined woman, despite wearing practical work clothes, was as elegant as the holoimages Poe had seen back home. The troops escorting her dispersed, giving the trio enough leeway to approach the General.
Poe finally understood what it was like to face an icon that seemed to innately exude strength from her mere appearance. It was a familiar feeling, one he had encountered back a few days ago when he tried to steal a Y-wing from a powerful Jedi and her fierce friend.
Leia immediately met eyes with Rey and embraced her warmly. Letting go, Leia looked at Finn and firmly gripped his arms with the same tenderness.
The duo ushered Poe towards Leia and the formerly confident junk dealer turned into a bashful boy.
Leia understood, gently placing her hands on his shoulders (and perhaps imparting some of her fortitude on the newcomer), “Welcome to the Resistance, Poe Dameron. I see that you take after your mother.”
She turned to her followers and said, “Now we have a lot to talk about and we already have jobs lined up.” Resistance personnel and other delegates began following General Organa towards the Sundari city proper.
And that left Rey and Poe alone. (For some reason, Finn was inside the empty transport, probably having his own errands to do with BB-8. )
Maybe Finn’s comming his girlfriend again, Rey thought to herself.
Poe was looking at his old, black-brown boots. The poor guy must still be in shock after meeting Leia. It wasn't uncommon for people to be starstruck after meeting the Princess-turned-General.
Rey grinned, deciding to do something. Besides, she hadn’t thank Dameron for saving their skins back in Yavin.
She slowly wrapped her arms around him. It still startled Poe, since he reflexively lifted his arms in defense. But he slowly relaxed when reality sank in.
Oh, but he's definitely blushing too.
Sometimes even Rey surprises herself (by tuning down her sulky attitude from time to time).
“I think your mom would have been proud of you,” she whispered softly.
A small smile formed on Poe’s lips.
And inside the Resistance transport’s compartments, Finn and BB-8 secretly shared a thumbs up.
END.
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