#this is more of an intro to lap wars than lap wars itself
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Adopt a Jock Part Four / Part Five P 1 YOU ARE HERE / Part Five P 2
As always I own my soul to @chalkysgarbagefire and Hayley for helpin out with this one!
The problem with D&D games was that the drama room was only available on specific days.
As in, the days Hellfire was scheduled as a club for, much to said club’s distress.
This led directly into the second issue Hellfire faced--finding a place to host them all when they wanted to do something as a group outside of the main campaign they played.
(At least anything D&D related, with all of the screaming, ranting, and frantic dice rolling that came with it.)
Gareth knew Eddie had been lying through his teeth when he'd try to pitch Steve's house as a Hellfire hangout. Accepted that they’d never get to use all the sweet, sweet space Steve was known to have as much as he’d accepted Steve himself.
It was a lot, after all. Particularly when Eddie’s one-shots were known to last a good chunk of the day.
Once again, Steve had proved them all wrong.
(“We can use my house.” were five words not a single person at the table had ever expected to hear out of Harrington’s mouth, and it showed in the shocked silence that followed when he actually spoke them.
“What?” Steve asked, as six pairs of eyes stared at him. “Space is the problem right? So my house is the perfect solution.”
“Are you sure dude?” Grant asked hesitantly. “You know this one-shot isn’t gonna be a like, two hour thing, right?”
To their surprise Steve just gave him a flat, almost dead-eyed stare in return. “I’ve hosted the kids at my place before. Believe me, I am well aware.”
“As long as you’re absolutely sure…” Jeff had added, and could only roll his eyes when he got a sassy response from Steve.
Gareth of course, caught the way Steve kept seeking out Eddie’s eyes, as if hoping to make their oldest friend smile simply by offering up his house.
He didn’t even need to look to know it was working.)
It had taken some creative thinking (and a few wild excuses) to finangle things so that he could show up to Steve's literal castle of a home before anyone else without alerting Eddie but he'd managed it.
It was in fact, looking to be the highlight of Gareth's month.
Possibly the year, if they managed to pull off the little plot he had cooked up.
“I still don’t get how this is a prank.” Steve said, as Gareth prepped him before the others arrived.
"Trust me. If Eddie is anything, it's a jealous bitch." Gareth replied, seated on one of the countertops. "We dethrone him and he's gonna make an ass of himself for the next week. It'll be hilarious."
"I fail to see how that's different than usual." Steve grumbled as he bustled about.
Upon arrival Gareth had found him elbow deep into making cookies and what appeared to be themed cocktails, among several other bowls full of snacks of all kinds.
There was even little finger sandwiches, the kind that absolutely looked homemade, and Gareth would have teased him about that except he’d instantly stuffed two in his mouth.
("I won't be able to host since I'm playing, so I just want everything done before anyone comes over." Was Steve's explanation, when Gareth did manage to get out a few teasing quips.
With the proud lack of manners so many teenage boys possessed, Gareth talked right through his mouth of food. "God you’re a dork. How the hell did you get popular?"
"Shut up Emerson, you're wearing two jackets." Steve snipped in response, as if he didn’t look like the poster boy for Nordstrom.)
"Don't bring logic into this." Gareth continued, as he tried to snag some cookie dough.
Steve smacked the back of his hand with a spoon.
"Get a bowl and a spoon if you're going to eat the dough!" Steve grumbled at him, already bustling to get said bowl and spoon himself. “God you’re worse than Eddie. And the kids!”
Gareth waited until Steve turned before he stuck his tongue out at him. "Whatever you say, mom."
He got an over exaggerated eye roll in response.
"Anyway, the point is you're gonna witness something we'll get to tease Eddie about for years." Gareth said, as he watched Steve dole out some dough.
"You get to watch the little hamster on the wheel that powers Eddie's brain lose its shit and cause him to do something really stupid.” He made grabby hands for the bowl and spoon, and tucking in delightfully the second Steve handed them over.
Steve himself treated the entire exchange like he was feeding a particularly vicious and wild animal, making a show of yanking his hands back like Gareth might just go for his fingers. "I just don't understand why the thing you wanna fight about is cuddling."
"Bragging rights. The jokes we can make. The fact that your thighs look like they were made out of clouds, take your pick man.” Gareth counted off, in-between bites of dough.
"Clouds?" Steve asked, tilting his head.
“Big muscley clouds, Harrington. Also Grant’s here.”
Steve blinked. “How do you-” He asked, right before the sound of a car with an engine far too loud pulled into his driveway.
“He drives an absolute piece of crap. You ride in that thing one time and you’ll be able to hear it coming for the rest of your life.” Gareth explained, as Steve peered out the kitchen and down to his front doors.
(Plural, because he had two.
Gareth had never felt more judged by slabs of wood in his life than he had when he’d walked through them.)
"Last chance to bail, Stevie.” Gareth teased. “I won't hold it against you if you call it off mid-show though."
Steve didn’t answer for a moment, too busy disrobing from his baking apron—a bright yellow and red garment that practically swallowed him whole, complete with an embroidered ‘Claudia Henderson’ over the right breast. The embroidery gave rise to a few questions but Gareth decided to save them for later.
"No, something this fucking weird has to have a story behind it and I want to witness the fallout.” Steve finally replied, before rushing out of the kitchen.
He ripped open his front door, right after a knock echoed loudly throughout the house.
“Shit! What the hell man, were you just waiting to do that!?” Stewart yelped, prompting Gareth to snicker quietly and Steve to apologize.
Like the wealthy housewife he’d been no doubt raised by, Steve went through a whole spiel as he ushered Stewart and Grant in, pointing out bathrooms, letting them know where the game was going to take place (the giant fuck off table that looked like it should be hosting some kind of high-stakes negotiation instead of a bunch of nerds) and where they could put their things (into a closet dedicated to just guests.)
The trio of Eddie, Tiffany and Jeff arrived next, the latter two having been roped into helping Eddie haul his “D&D To Go” bags around.
Steve started his little host speech over, much to Gareth’s amusement, fluttering about and entirely forgetting about his cookies until the oven dinged, causing him to swear and rush back into the kitchen.
“Dude, breathe.” Gareth told him, almost done with his bowl. “It’s a D&D game, you don’t gotta go full out for us.”
“I just want to make sure everyone has a good time.“ Steve said with a shrug. Like none of the effort he’d gone to, was a big deal.
“Careful Harrington, say stuff like that again and we’re going to start thinking you enjoy hosting us.”
“Shut up Gary.” Steve said, setting his cookies on a cooling rack. “And put that bowl in the sink!”
Gareth jumped off the counter, trying his best to remove the shit eating from his face.
He failed entirely.
xXx
As far as pranks went, this one required quite the set up.
They couldn’t do it in the beginning of the D&D game--too obvious, and too easy for Eddie to call bullshit.
Doing it at the end wouldn’t work either. Eddie would know they were trying to rile him up and would no doubt find a way to ruin it.
Years of being Munson’s best friend had afforded Gareth the knowledge that this was going to have to be split in two parts, and the first part, the setup, started now.
Slowly. Methodically.
In a way that wouldn't spook Steve, or trigger Eddie's sense for trouble.
Gareth began by selecting a seat as far away from Eddie as possible, knowing his lovestruck idiot friend would be pulling out all the stops tonight in order to impress Steve (and get him to keep playing, of course.)
Sure enough, as soon as Eddie was done setting up he crooked a finger in Steve's direction.
“Harrington you’re here, next to me.” Eddie flashed him his most award winning grin, the one that said he was up to trouble in that charming, ‘aren’t I just a charming ol’ rogue?” sort of way.
“I made you a human fighter, just to start you off." He continued, as Steve took the seat next to him. "You can always make your own character later if you don't like playing this class, but I made this set up as straightforward as possible.”
“Human fighter huh?” Steve said, glancing down the sheet. “Okay.”
“You have any questions, you just ask. I promise I won’t bite. Not for your first time anyway.” Eddie winked, dipping in and out of Steve's space as he did so.
“Dude, I am begging you to please stop saying shit like that.” Jeff said with a long suffering sigh.
“No.” Eddie replied promptly, sticking his tongue out.
Steve just ducked his head to hide his smile.
A harsh clap halted any further response, as Eddie settled back into his seat and dipped into his DM narrator voice.
"Alright my little adventurers! Are we ready to begin?" He looked around as everyone looked towards him, the energy shifting instantly in the room.
Eddie grinned gleefully. "Perfect. You all wake up at an Inn, with no memory of how you got there…"
A story was quickly spun, one of mysterious memory loss and a sense that the group needed to stay together. Introductions were given once everyone came into the tavern of the inn, cut short when they were interrupted by a lone barkeep.
“Is the barkeep a human?” Steve cut in.
Eddie paused, temporarily thrown, but nodded encouragingly. “Yes, he is actually!”
Grant and Jeff both went to open their mouths, no doubt to tease, but Harrington beat them to it.
“Okay, I roll to fight him, or whatever.” Steve said.
“I--what?” Eddie asked.
“I roll to fight him.” Steve repeated. “Oh and my character screams “Death to humans!” before he attacks.”
He sat back with a smug little grin, and watched as Eddie froze in surprise, while Grant and Stewart's jaws promptly hit the floor.
“Harrington, you menace.” Tiff cackled, delighted.
Eddie just threw his head back and laughed.
It set the tone quite nicely for the rest of the one-shot.
xXx
“Grant, why are you looking at me through a fork?” Steve asked, about thirty minutes into the game.
“I’m pretending you’re in jail.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
Grant, whose character had to physically carry Steve's fighter out of two altercations he started, just gave him a flat look. “It’s spiritually healing.”
"Hey Jeff." Gareth asked quietly, as banter was traded. "I'm catching a hell of a draft over here."
Jeff raised an eyebrow at him. "And what do you want me to do about it?"
"Switch me seats?"
Jeff rolled his eyes, but gave in easily enough.
"Fine." He said.
Gareth did his best to keep his grin off his face.
Step one, complete!
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"You come upon a door." Eddie said, sitting deep in his seat while steepling his fingers. "It's a normal door, unremarkable in every way except for two things."
Groans filled the room, startling Steve.
"Oh god, not again." Stewart moaned, raking his hands through his hair. "I can't do this again!"
Eddie's grin merely grew. "The first odd thing you notice is that the door has been put into the wall at a tilt."
"I'm gonna kill him." Tiff snarled, writing something frantically in her notes. "Munson is a dead man walking."
"What is happening?" Steve asked, glancing around.
"The second thing is that you recognize this door." Eddie's grin was Cheshire cat-esque, smug in the chaos he was causing among his friends. "It's the same door you saw at the beginning of this adventure, leading into the room the Innkeeper asked you to stay away from."
"We're boned." Grant announced, throwing himself dramatically back against his chair.
Gareth made his own dramatic, frustrated noise, banging his fist on the table.
The full glass of soda next to him wobbled dangerously.
With a cough, he made another loud "ugh!" smacking his fist down a second time, closer to the glass.
As intended, it spilled all over Tiffany.
"Dude!" She exclaimed, shoving her chair backwards and jumping up.
"Oh shit Tiff, I'm so sorry!" Gareth gasped.
It was hard to keep a straight (albeit very sorry, least Tiffany hit him with her papers) face, but he managed.
Barely.
"You got my shirt wet you dick!"
"Here, switch it with this." Gareth stood, unwrapping the red and black checkered sweater from his waist. He offered it up with an apologetic face as Tiff snatched it out of his hands with a glare.
"I'll switch you seats too!" He called as she stormed off towards the bathroom.
Jeff and Grant both stared at him with raised eyebrows as Gareth quickly shuffled his and Tiff's stuff around, taking her now sticky chair.
"Maybe we should take a break?" He suggested, trying to act embarrassed when he was anything but. "This whole area needs to be wiped down."
"Five minutes." Eddie conceded. "I wanted one of Stevie's delicious cookies anyway." He stood, putting his arms up in a lazy stretch.
Steve stood with him, leaning over to examine the mess Gareth had made. “We can wipe this down but this wood’s kinda funny, it’s gonna be wet for a bit no matter how much we dry it.”
“Well shit.” Gareth said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about the table man.”
Steve waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, the kids spill on it constantly. You are probably going to need a different chair though unless you’re fine with your ass getting wet.”
“Do you have another chair somewhere, Stevie?” Eddie asked, making a show of looking around. “Cause I’m not seeing one. Not that I care if Gary-Berry sits on the floor.”
Steve had several extra chairs in fact, but he and Gareth had hidden them all away before anyone else had arrived.
“I used to, but Mike broke two.” Steve said, and Gareth found himself insanely impressed by the improv on display.
He hadn’t thought Harrington had that level of acting in him.
“If you’re okay with sharing though, the chair’s are big enough that we can kinda squish together.” Steve continued, completely ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes about bugged out of his head.
“Only if you’re sure, man. I don’t want to be more of a bother.” Gareth put on his saddest, ‘I dun fucked up’ face, and shuffled his feet a little, just for dramatic effect.
This was the performance of a lifetime and Gareth wanted his Grammy after it, because he and Steve had planned the entire thing right down to the shared chair bit.
“You’re not, Dustin does this constantly.” Steve replied easily.
“Or we could just put down a towel.” Jeff said, with a look on his face that said he thought everyone in the room was a fucking idiot.
Gareth could’ve strangled him.
“That’s probably a smarter idea.” Steve agreed, like the traitor he was. “I dunno if that’s gonna work for your papers and shit though, so you can just hedge into my space.”
Which wasn’t what Gareth wanted, but he had to give Steve props for the quick thinking.
At least it was just a minor setback.
“I’ll get a towel.” Jeff continued, and at least they all got to witness the look that graced Eddie’s face upon realizing that Jeff of all people, knew where Steve kept his towels.
xXx
"What the hell else can we do to try and open the door!?" Jeff snarled a while later, slamming his pencil down.
They'd tried multiple different approaches and so far nothing had worked to set off whatever trap Eddie had set up. Something that made their DM absolutely delighted, while frustrating everyone else.
"I still don't get why we can't just try to turn the knob." Steve complained, staring in confusion at the absolute riot Eddie's "completely normal" door had caused among the rest of his party.
"Do not touch that door Harrington!" Grant bellowed, pointing at him.
Steve raised his hands in the air placatingly. "Easy, easy, I was just making a suggestion."
Gareth, wedged as close into Steve's space as he could get, tapped his fingers on the table twice. It was the little code he’d come up with to alert Steve that he was about to do something to piss off Eddie related to the prank (mostly, so Steve had a heads up Gareth was about to touch him, not that Gareth had spun it that way when he’d explained it) before patting Steve’s shoulder, hooking his elbow on it and leaning over. “Not gonna lie man, it’s not a bad idea. We’ve tried right about everything else.”
He could feel Eddie's eyes burning a hole in his skull from here and he delighted in it.
“Do not encourage him.” Grant said through gritted teeth.
Gareth leaned his face on the arm perched on Harrington, his hair tickling Steve’s cheek as he tried to look as angelic as possible. “I couldn’t possibly know what you mean, Grantman.”
He was flipped off in response.
xXx
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Stewart howled, and even Gareth’s jaw dropped when Steve finally gave in and tried to turn the knob--only to succeed and swing the door open.
“Well Munson? What happens to him?” Tiff said, having refused to call Eddie anything but his last name since the door had first appeared.
“Nothing.” Eddie practically purred. “I told you, it’s a totally normal door, and the only weird thing about it was that you recognized it and that it was put into the wall a little tilted.”
“Fuck you dude.” Stewart practically growled, balling up the piece of paper he’d been doodling on and flinging it towards their DM. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck. You!”
“No thank you.” Eddie replied cheekily, twirling a finger in his hair.
“We spent almost an hour trying to figure out how to open a regular door.” Jeff said, clearly processing. “An hour.”
Eddie just shrugged, shit eating grin plastered across his face.
Gareth once again tapped his fingers twice against the table, waited a moment, before banging his head gently against Steve’s shoulder. “I hate him.” He groaned.
After a long moment, Steve gently, if not a little awkwardly, patted him on the head.
“There, there, Gary. We defeated the door in the end.” He said calmly.
Gareth laughed, absolutely delighted. His head jerked up and a grin crossed his face as he immediately looked to see what Eddie made of that.
Pure murder, going by the face Eddie poorly tried to cover.
Perfect.
xXx
“With his last few moves, Sir Carrington-”
"I refuse to let that be my character's name.” Steve interjected, as he had every time Eddie brought up the name they’d apparently argued over. “If I have to figure out how to change it legally in your dumb game I fucking will."
Eddie didn’t even look in his direction.
“--Sir Carrington leaps into the air, swinging the sword of truth. It cleaves right through the Innkeeper, revealing him to be the dastardly villain you’ve heard so much about, Tareth the Trait. He’s gained an unusual amount of power after stealing the Inn from the former Innkeeper--”
“Really bro?” Gareth said, sending Eddie a flat look. “Tareth the Trait?”
“--With this final blow, Tareth collapses to the ground, dead. The Inn returns to its prior form, a safe haven for adventurers, instead of a trap.”
“Shut up guys, we did it!” Stewart said, throwing his hands up in a victory pose.
“Not gonna Eddie, I liked the twist.” Tiff complimented, a rare thing from her.
“Thank you, thank you.” Eddie stood up, sweeping an arm across his chest as he bowed. “Give yourselves a round of applause as well, especially for our dear Steven, who just completed his first D&D game!”
A cheer went up, causing Steve to flush red.
Gareth pretending to drum, knocking his shoulder into Steve’s much the way he had seen Eddie do as Steve sent an embarrassed smile around the room.
“We should celebrate.” Jeff said, as the chaos finally died down.
“I conquer, Jeff the Chef!” Eddie hollered, putting his foot on Steve’s chair. “Stevie-boy, you gotta have some good stuff around here for those big basketball wins!”
“Get your foot off the chair, Eds.” Steve groaned, but stood up (forcing Gareth to get up as well considering how far he’d been leaning into Steve’s space.) “And yeah we can order like pizza.”
“Pizza and beer?” Grant suggested.
“Oh my friend. I can do better than that.” Steve replied, a flash of his old, charming self coming through. “Allow me to raid my father’s liquor cabinet.”
“Hell yes!” Grant yelled, pumping his fist.
Tiffany rolled her eyes but didn’t protest, and neither Gareth noted, did anyone else.
Which was exactly what he wanted, because he hadn’t managed to land the perfect ending he and Harrington had planned.
Gareth would make it into Steve’s lap tonight, even if it killed him.
(Or worse, even if Eddie got there first, a thing that may very well happen considering Eddie was clearly annoyed with how Gareth had been hogging Steve.
Just as intended.)
SOME NOTES: I don't play d&d so writing it always requires a lot of research. Several pieces here (like the human fighter bit) are based off of/stolen from memes, videos or stories I read. If I fucked it up thaaaan idk squint and pretend its right LOL.
This one doesn’t have a bonus because I had to split Chapter Five into two parts. This is Part One, it’ll be one chapter on A03. It just kept going.
Also Adopt a Jock is officially going up ON A03 so I will no longer be accepting tags ( Ch. One is already uploaded I’m just struggling with the summary lol. I will make a post and link it to my pinned post when it’s up.) I will still be updating here since I am only updating chapters on A03 as fast as I can edit them, which is not fast at all, so I imagine the next few chaps will be here before there but eventually shits gonna even out, so those who did not get onto the tag list can subscribe to the A03!
Finally, Sorry this took so long, I have a prior ongoing medical issue and getting laid off fucked up my insurance. Had to cram in some procedures before it ran out. Long story short all I've done is sleep, go to a doctor or rant about one of the two lmao. Legit slept 18 hours yesterday ahaha k i l l m e
#this is more of an intro to lap wars than lap wars itself#but Part Two turns into Drunk Movie Night Sleepover Time so you bet your ASS lap wars is coming#Gareth continues to be both a gremlin#and a g#steddie#pre steddie#slow burn#steddie LOL#gareth emerson#Eddie Munson#steve harrington#0o0 fanfics#this chapter fought me#ngl I actually extended this whole fic out bc I wanted to write more hellfire shenanagins before the summer hit#and thus Robin and the S3 plot that I'll be messing up LOL
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Comforting Stressed S/O Part II
⇢ Pairings: oikawa x f!reader ; atsumu x f!reader
⇢ Genre: fluff...idk
⇢ WC~ 1,5K
A/N: So I made one for Akaashi but i kinda liked this situation asjfohhddlkdjk so I couldn’t help to make it for Oikawa and Atsumu. How can someone be that obsessed with 2D characters? Thank you ♡, enjoy!
Oikawa is not fond of how immersed you are on your assignments
If you’ve spent too much time on your computer he will start pouting and whining at you. He is just a big size bb
He loves cuddles, so he needs his cuddle sessions with you. Oikawa will try to snuggle up with you while you’re working
If you don’t let him, after many pouts, he will get tired eventually and stops distracting you.
If you let him, he’ll talk nonstopping about his day, trying to amuse you
Oikawa loves to spoil you, he’ll get you all sorts of treats and gifts to cheer your mood
He is pretty smart so he is always happy to help you
He’ll be so smug about it that he won’t stop teasing - he’ll brag about it the whole week
“(Y/N)-channnn!” Oikawa wines from the living room while the TV shows the intro of Star Wars “Come on, the movie is about to start” your gaze lift from your laptop to spot your boyfriend with the cutest smile he could possibly show to you, alongside his pleading brown eyes staring at you.
“Tooru like I told you an hour ago, I have to finish a math assessment” you sigh, trying to show yourself annoyed by him- even when all you want to do is cuddle with him- “Maybe later”
“Yeah, I know, I know but you need a break too” Oikawa looks at you with concern, he moves on the couch, making space for you “At least come here, sit with me” he pats the new spot next to him, inviting you. “Pleaseee” you roll your eyes, giving him a little smile.
“You are very annoying, you know?”
When he sees you walking to the couch, his eyes glimpse in amusement, “Couldn’t resist me, could you? I can’t blame you” a cocky smile adorns his lips as ypu sit nect to him.
“Shut up” Oikawa can’t help to chuckle as he lays an arm over your shoulders and kisses your cheek. Your eyes focused on the screen, you keep working as the movie start.
//
“No, no, no!... You are fucking kidding me!” your voice raises over the sound of the Tv, your eyes staring blankly at your laptop. Oikawa quickly turns to you before noticing the tears that are forming on the corner of your eyes.
“(Y/N)...What happened?” he pauses the movie and observes you expectantly, your eyes watering as your lips begin to move slowly “(Y/N)?”
“My laptop froze and the document closed itself and ... I can’t find it.”
“All of the work I made during the week...it’s gone” the stress accumulated breaks through and tears run down your cheeks, you start sobbing uncontrollably.
“Princess..., please look at me” Oikawa turns off the Tv and places one of his hands over yours while the other cups your cheek “Please don’t cry. There’s got to be a backup copy... or something” Oikawa frowns as he moves his hand to his chin, thinking.
“Can I have a look?” you nod, handling him your laptop, he places it con his lap as his arm pulls you to his chest. “Don’t worry, babe, we’ll find a solution” his reassuring voice makes your sobs to slow, he kisses the top of your head, brushes your hair soothingly.
//
“There it is!!!” you cry out in relief. After almost an hour, Oikawa finally found it.
“Here you go. I’m the best boyfriend, aren’t I?” he takes off his glasses, smirking proudly
“You mean, you are slightly tolerable...”
“Yet you’re still with me, aren’t you?” you can’t help but giggle.
“God, I love the way you laugh.” his features softens as he reach your hand to kiss it tenderly. “So, is there any payment for the technical assistance given to this beautiful lady?” he raises his eyebrow looking at you teasingly.
You kiss him slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck, making a soft grumble escape from Oikawa’s lips “My hero...thank you, Tooru” you whisper and press your lips on his cheek making Oikawa blush.
“Now, what about we get a dessert from that store you like so much, princess?” And just like that you knew that no amount of stress would change the future but a look at those chocolate eyes was all the reassurance you need.
Atsumu genuinely doesn’t understand why you stress about school assignments
Like, he will tease you about it...until you tell him to STFU. Only then he notices how stressed you are
I think Atsumu has 0 experience in comforting people. But when it comes to you he tries his best
Atsumu won’t be helpful as Akaashi or Oikawa - Sorry Tsumu but, I get the feeling he’s just like Hinata and Kageyama when it comes to school
Probably will take you out, regardless of your complaints, making an improvised date.
Any compliment coming for this guy will boost you like 1000% up, knowing how blunt he can be with others
Like Oikawa, he’ll spoil you but not as often, but when he does, this boy gets a little carried away
He’ll show how much he cares for you, staying with you all the time like even if you aren’t in the same place he’ll start a call and won’t end it until he knows you’re going to sleep.
“Atsumu, could you please turn that off?” you ask your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you watching volleyball videos while you make some Physics exercises - yes, he has homework too but he doesn’t care.
“I can’t, I’m sorry. It’s a very important match” you huff and move away from him trying to concentrate, but with that much noise, you find it difficult.
He glances at you, watching your reactions, as the time passes he notices you haven’t advanced much “Homework, huh?” Atsumu asks a little insecure and you lift your head a bit surprised.
“Yeah, Physics...but I can’t solve them” you murmur. You rest your head in your hands, letting out a sigh and some curses. The whole week was full of assignments and you were exhausted.
Atsumu slowly walks to you, shaking his head and smiling smugly.
“Why such an intelligent and beautiful girl like you worry so much about a little thing like that?” he moves gently your hands away from your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Come on let’s get out of here” he takes your hands and pulls you up from the chair, you blush looking at the wide smile con his face.
“But I haven’t fin-”
“It doesn’t matter. I promise we’ll get back soon, but let’s have some fun, shall we?” he leans down, kissing your lips softly.
//
After strolling for a while in the mall, hands connected. You walk in front of a Music store that has the new album of your favorite singer. Atsumu trails your figure curious to see what caught your attention.
Your eyes are so focused in that special edition Album that you don’t t notice Atsumu entering the store.
“Tsumu, what did you bought?”
“Oh! I just got the new Album of my favourite singer” he shows you smugly the album. You giggle and place your hands in your hips.
“Really?... I didn’t know you liked Taylor Swift, Tsumu” He laughs loudly with his eyes closed, motioning the little box to you.
“This is expensive...why did you-?”
“I only wanted to see my girlfriend loosen up a bit” you can’t hide how overjoyed you are by his gesture. You jump to kiss his cheek, throwing your arms around his neck. Atsumu places his hands on your waist, lifting you up and then placing you down again.
“Glad you like it babygirl” his fingers run up and down your back gently. You place your head in his chest as he wraps you with his tall figure.
“You are one of the smartest in the class, it isn’t right that you are stressing that much... I really don’t understand why do you do but...” his voice sounds a bit irritated, your eyes look at him with uncertainty , and you notice Atsumu frowning.
“...you can count on me. Always. I’m sorry if I didn’t give you that impression” Stirred by his words you stare at him, eyes open widely, making Atsumu blush deeply a little embarrassed by his own word.
Your heartbeat rises at the thought of Atsumu Miya saving his sweet side only for you.
At the sight of your house, you bring Atsumu’s hand to your lips and kiss it lovingly, stealing a gasp from Atsumu lips.
“Thank you, Tsumu” you hug him tightly and he kisses the top of your head.
“There, there, babygirl. I’m yours” he pats tenderly your head before walking through your front door.
While you were speaking, smiling foolishly, Osamu looked at you dubiously. You proudly spoke about how the Miya Atsumu managed to comfort you last night, making you joyful by his presence,his gift and ultimately his sweet words.
The Oikawa scenario was based on a true story but without the happy ending...F in the chat for my math internal assessment
Honestly, I’ve never cried that much for a school work.
Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks everyone for reading!
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Pairing: Q/James Bond (00Q)
Prompt(s): Blaze + Reverse a common trope
Warning: Angst, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, possession, idiots
Summary: One day, perhaps people will forget that a Flame Alchemist has ever existed, but the same can never be said of his subordinates. And today is not that day anyway.
Or: 00Q but Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood AU
A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble… And here we are. Again. If you find this intro familiar, thanks for reading Sword! If you have no idea what Sword is and just know my penchant for biting off more than I can chew, please refer to my previous post. Thanks!
Also, look, @solarmorrigan, pyrokinesis! And @opalescentgold, because you know the fandom and may appreciate some references. Damn, I have been dying for a FMA AU for. so. long. And now I’ve managed to somehow realize it into fruition. Jeez. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this!
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Q couldn’t stand. The rush of adrenaline and sheer agony were urging his heart into overdrive, as if in beating a punishing pace right then, it would somehow make up for the gaping hole wedged in his side.
He bit back a sharp cry, alchemy flaring as bright as the pulsing pain invading his system. In what was either an eternity or no time at all, the wound was cauterized in a fit of smoke and sizzling burnt flesh, effectively staunching the intolerable amount of blood loss in a matter of seconds. His head spun.
(For as long as he’d lived, Q had wished for a lot of things. Right then, though, there was only one thought that kept repeating itself in the confines of his mind—)
Footsteps were approaching. Q scrambled to get to his feet with whatever remaining strength he had left and snapped his fingers again. Vicious ropes of flames sprang forth like spiteful cobras, eliciting an intense wall of fire that stood guard between him and his would-be captor.
One steel arm shot out from among the blaze and seized him by the throat.
Q choked.
The rest of that body stepped through quickly enough, like an emerging monster materializing from the depths of hellfire.
“Ultimate shield, remember?”
Q clawed uselessly at the still squeezing hand around his throat. “L–Lieutenant—” he wheezed, bitter reluctance warring with his struggling will to survive. “Bond—”
“Hm?” The steel receded, and Bond looked back at him now, head tilting to the side. “What, the old owner of this body?” He tutted, visibly frustrated despite the good humor gleaming in those too sharp eyes. “I told you: He’s gone—he’s become one with the stone. I’m the one in charge now, and the name is Greed.”
He grinned, and Q’s guts twisted at the sight, eyes watering from the lack of oxygen. (He could still hear the sound of Bond’s screams piercing all the way down the long corridors. The way his body had writhed and bucked in violent pain as it died and regenerated again and again, rejecting the philosopher’s stone that had been wrongfully injected into it. The way he had suddenly gone lax while Q had done his best to burn through the literal living wall of obstacles out of existence to get to him.)
He gathered all his strength to curl up his legs and kick Bond in the stomach.
No, not Bond. (But that was still his face.)
Not anymore. (Still his eyes, his voice, the low gravel of his laughter, chest-deep and oh so warm.)
Just Greed.
(What if he was still in there?)
The momentum of that kick thrusted Q out of the vice-like grip as he landed onto the ground with a dull thud. A twang of stabbing pain in his side knocked the air out of his lungs, distracting him from the stings of having steel claws dug long strips into either side of his throat.
(The thing was that: if he really was still in there…)
“Damn it,” Bond—Greed—hissed, staggering back before steadying himself with an annoyed huff of breath.
Like this, Q recognized that whoever was in front of him then, despite appearing and sounding exactly like him, didn’t have the firm stance that Bond had always maintained, edged into his bones from all the arduous training he’d put himself through.
The red Ouroboros tattoo on the back of his left hand seared into Q’s vision like a brand, as though sealing a death sentence.
(... If he really was still in there, Bond wouldn’t have willingly punched a hole straight through Q.)
Once the thought sank in, Q’s stomach plummeted.
“Could you stop being such a nuisance?” Greed clicked his tongue.
When he tried to reach out again, molten fire engulfed the room at another snap of the fingers.
And in the roaring flames, Q screamed.
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He wakes with a startled gasp, cold sweat breaking all over.
It takes a moment, but the familiar ceiling of his office finally shifts into focus once more, and Q lets out a shuddered sigh. The documents he was looking at lie strewn across the littered desk surface right where he left them, and at this very moment, the phone rings, shattering the disquiet that has settled over his foggy mind.
He doesn’t notice the long overcoat that’s, apparently, been laid over his person while he slept until he reaches over to make a grab for the handset. It slides down from over his shoulders and pools in the middle of his lap with a rustling of fabric.
Q purses his lips and picks up, free hand settling over his now healed side to ease the aching phantom pain.
“Yes.”
“Brigadier General, sir,” the operator greets. “Major General Moneypenny is on the line for you.”
“Put her through.”
The line clicks after a final ‘yes, sir,’ and instantly, Eve’s voice filters through from the other side. “Why am I not surprised that you’re still there despite the atrocious hours.” It isn’t a question, and he smiles.
“Hypocrite,” he replies without heat, thumb smoothing along the raised ridges of those scars that he can still feel even through the thick layers of his uniform. “How has Briggs been welcoming you back?”
“Oh, you know, the usual warmth and sunshine,” she says, a joking lilt to her tone, and Q winces just from imagining the howling gales of a normal Briggs snowstorm that must be sweeping through the barracks even as they speak. “Now, enough of your diversion scheme. How are things on your side?”
Q thinks he’s too tired to do much of anything else and chooses the easy way out. “I’m fine.”
“Right,” Eve hums, entirely unconvinced, but doesn’t point out that his answer isn’t all that she asked. She knows him too well by now to press. “Sometimes, though, I do wonder if you should’ve just retired and gone to Rush Valley to do whatever it is that you automail enthusiasts do.”
The sentiment sends a soft snort through his nose. Not that he doesn’t wish to be a simple automail mechanic from time to time, especially when the price paid doesn’t seem equivalent to subsequent results, but in life, simple wants and actual needs are two different things.
They’ve all learnt this the hard way.
Even so, Q appreciates Eve looking out for him. Thousands of miles away, she’s still one of the few people who truly know and understand him. One of the few whom he trusts with his life. “Oh, definitely—once I find someone suitable to man the post for me, that is,” he muses, only half-serious. “No promises otherwise.”
There’s a knock on the door. “Sir.”
“Come in,” he calls and straightens up, popping the crick in his neck. “Gotta go now. Send my regards to Captain Tanner, would you? God knows the length that man’s gone to to keep up with you.”
Eve laughs, and he smiles, too, just as Bond walks in and closes the door behind him.
(There’s no Ouroboros tattoo on his hand, Q notes and subconsciously relaxes.)
(He shouldn’t feel bad for it—but he does anyway. Just the same as Bond, who didn’t mean to lose control long enough for Greed to hurt Q the way he did.
Emotions are fickle things.)
Eve has gone quiet for a long second as well, probably considering her words. In a way, Q feels he already knows what they are going to be, and grim satisfaction paints his tongue when what she says next is precisely just that, “How’s First Lieutenant Bond?”
How are things between you two, goes unsaid, but he hears it loud and clear nonetheless.
Bond is patiently waiting for him—hands tucked behind his back, perfect military posture, too proper and formal to bear—and Q squeezes the coat that remains in his lap.
(He misses the casual dynamics, easy tandem they used to have. One not laden with guilt and second-guessing.
It’s just one more hurdle for them to work through, he supposes.
Together.)
“We’re… getting there,” he replies, mildly surprised by his own honesty. “Talk to you later. Goodbye, Major General.”
He hangs up, and Bond has gotten closer, despite maintaining a minimum distance of three steps.
Q crosses his arms in front of his chest and waits, eyes expectant.
Eventually, Bond can’t but break the silence. “Was that Major General Moneypenny, sir?”
Q suppresses a sigh and nods. “Yes. Just one of her usual check-ins.” He pauses. “She did ask about you, about us, and how we were doing. And I said we were getting there—you heard.”
When Bond doesn’t reply, Q narrows his eyes, shrewd. “So, are we, Lieutenant? Getting there?” Most likely, he’s coming off much harsher than he originally planned, but Q doesn’t give a damn about that. Not right now. “You said you were following me to the top. Is this how you intend on doing it? By pretending to be a good little model soldier while keeping me at arm’s length?”
At this, Bond seems to further straighten, if that’s still physically possible. There’s steel in his eyes, but not the lost, abandoned kind given into avarice like that of Greed.
It’s all just sheer solid nerve and hardened integrity. It’s all Bond and so much more.
“I will do whatever it takes to protect and help you reach your goal—”
“Don’t you get it? You can’t protect me for damn if you’re always three steps away from me! That only means we’re no longer the team you seem to think we are.” Q’s mouth twists into a snarl. “Do you understand what I’m getting at, Bond?”
Bond turns his head away, staring out into the endless expanse of the night through the large panel of Q’s windows. Bond has never liked them, these ‘uselessly big windows that Central Command seems to prefer for their offices.’ Makes his job harder than it already is, he said.
Q tears himself away from the sudden memory.
“My only mission is to protect you,” Bond grinds out, hands that have fallen to his sides clenching into fists.
“And you have not failed.” Q’s voice has somewhat softened as he stands and clears his throat. “What happened, back then. It just means that we need to update our measures of counterattacks.”
They stare at each other now, mutual challenge shining in their eyes like a beacon to safety in the middle of a raging storm.
(“Q. I’m sorry.” Bond said, desperation ripping his voice raw and vulnerable. Q had never heard him like this. “I–I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.”
“James, there’s nothing to forgive.”)
“We can discuss that tomorrow, then.” Bond bends down to pick up Q’s coat from the floor and gives it a few perfunctory pats before handing it back over, a tentative smirk on his lips. “Are you ready to go home for the night, sir?”
Q scoffs and takes it, not hiding his own smile. “Just about.”
It’s a long road ahead, but they’re getting there all right.
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The Mystery of Castiel
Dean sets out to prove that his husband, Castiel, is an acual angel walking amongst man. He tries to convince his friends with his documentary. much to the confusion and amusement of fans.
Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series)
On AO3.
Ships: Destiel
Warnings: None, but I’ll be happy to tag something for you, no questions asked! :)
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The video opened with a grainy and moving shot of a dark hallway with lights spilling out of a doorway at the end. From behind the camera Dean whispered: “I think there’s something in my house. It feels ancient, powerful. So, I’m checking it out.”
He was close to the doorway and he took a deep breath before rounding the last corner, finally showing the kitchen.
Standing at the kitchen counter was Cas, he was in his pajamas and looked like a dear in headlights when he heard Dean enter. In his hands he held a cereal box from which he was eating dry cereal. The digital clock beside him displayed the time, 03:07. His voice was gruff from sleep as he hurriedly said: “It’s not what it looks like.”
Dean screamed, then his intro rolled. It was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.
The backdrop was out of focus, but you could make out a bunch of red string and vague pictures. Dean was sitting in front of it, his hair was disheveled and he had dark bruises under his eyes. Of course, the viewers didn’t have to know that was thanks to Jessica's make up skills. He rubbed his forehead and said: “I can’t do this anymore.”
He sighed deeply and went on: “I love my husband, I do. He is my everything, but the elephant in the room hasn’t been discussed seriously and it’s eating me up. I don’t know how to start talking about it without him turning it into a joke. Which is why I am making this video, I want your opinions and tips on how to handle this or just for you tell me if I’m acting crazy. Because I really need someone to tell me what to do.”
He was now looking straight into the camera as he said: “I think Cas is either an angel or some sort of cryptid. He’s just not human that’s all I know, okay. He has to be immortal, not of this world. I mentioned this before, but no one takes me seriously.”
The video changed and a time line came into view, while Dean did a voice over: “I met Cas in September of 2010. According to him he is born in 1990, so he should be 30, if all of this is correct and he has aged just like a human would.”
A dot appeared on the line and 2013 came above it. Dean said: “I started my YouTube channel in 2013, Cas claims to have been 23 at this time and I have footage of him in one of my videos.”
A clip played of Dean telling the camera he was going to try and drink three liters of soda in one go with no break in between. In the background a man walked past.
“I now see that that might not have been the best clip, so here is a picture as well.” Deans voice was heard as a photo of a young Dean and Cas appeared. They were sitting next to each other on the beach. Dean had a beer in his hand and cheered to the camera while Cas did a peace sign in the background, bee sunglasses firmly on his face.
“To compare this to now, here is a picture Sam took of us last week.” Dean said and another photo appeared beside it. This one was taken on the couch the viewers knew so well from live streams. Dean and Cas were sitting next to each other in this picture as well, they had a blanket thrown over their legs and a bowl of popcorn on their laps. Dean was kissing Cas’s cheek while he flipped of Sam, aka the camera.
“He appears to have aged normally, although he is still dashingly handsome, if I might say so. Not the point. Anyway, since he has aged so normally most people don’t believe me, but I’m going to prove it.”, the photo’s faded and the Dean from earlier reappeared.
“I’ve been awake for days now, trying to find all the evidence I could, just to try and convince someone out there, to hear a voice back saying that I am not going crazy.” Dean said, “I am married to an immortal non-human, an angel in the biblical sense, and I need to tell someone.”
He picked up a manila folder, and opened it. He started: “Okay, so the first thing I have is his family. He grew up extremely Christian, or so he says, but I think he’s hiding behind a facade of biblical households to hide the fact that he is an angel himself and therefor witnessed everything that happened within the Bible.”
Dean chuckled: “He’s not even subtle about it. I mean, seriously. His name is also the name of an angel, Castiel the angel of Thursday. And he has eleven siblings, which makes a total of twelve children, like twelve as in the amount of apostles Jesus had and they also all have biblical names. His brothers are Gabriel, Micheal, Raphael etcetera. He even has a brother named Lucifer that apparently no one talks to anymore, because he defied their father and is now in prison or something. That’s not a good cover story. That’s the Bible retold, but then bad.”
Cas and Dean had discussed what Dean would say about Castiels family beforehand and they had decided that this was enough. No reason to get into more detail about it. This was supposed to be funny and dumb, not revealing and sad.
“What shoots a hole in this, according to Sam is that we have pictures of him from when he was a child.” Dean said and a picture of a toddler Cas with big blue eyes and a small frown already on his face was shown, before Dean went on: “I think that Sam is wrong. If you’re a powerful entity, you can make fake pictures of a baby-you that has never existed. But I will let you draw your own conclusions about that.”
“Coming back to an earlier point,” Dean went on, “his History knowledge. This is also weird, since he knows everything about History, in particular thing about long long ago. Which as he points out is because he studied History. And that’s fair, but it’s weird.”
He rubbed his face again and groaned in frustration: “Ugh, just let me, let me put this into words better.”
“If you studied History, you know History and that’s just how it is. But what you don’t know is suddenly everything about the ancient times, no matter how much you specialized on it, which I know he hasn’t since he teaches History and you need to know more than just one period in order to do that.” Dean said, “We all on the same page?”
There was a silence, like he was waiting for a response. He acted like he got it: “Good, so why- how can he know everything in excruciating detail about that period? And he knows it like he’s been there and he has an abnormal amount of space in his brain for memories.”
A clip played of Cas, Dean behind the camera. They were on vacation, probably, and standing in a church. Dean said: “Can you repeat what you just said, sunshine?”
Cas looked over, saw the camera and shot it a tired look. He rolled his eyes and pointed at a picture of Jesus: “I said that this Jesus isn’t very realistic, because he isn’t smiling. Well, he has a smile, but it’s like this weird serene one. He was young when he was crucified. You really think a twenty-year-old had any patience or chill? I think not. He had a big happy smile,” then hastily, “probably. I think, at least.”
Disheveled Dean reappeared and said: “Tell me that is not fricking suspicious. And that’s just the one I captured on camera. He’s always commenting stuff like that.” his eyes lit up and he snapped his finger as he said: “Like, like he did in the Q&A video we did!”
The clip played of Castiel talking about the Tower of Babel.
“I mean come on. He talked about it like he knew how it had suddenly turned, because he had been there. I know what you’re thinking, it’s a story that gets told to Catholic children. And you’d be right, it is a biblical story. Yet, Mr. History talked about it like it is something that happened, even though it hasn’t been proven.” Dean explained, “And then he tried to cover it up, by saying how it would be an opportunity to find out. Good cover story, angel, but not happening.”
“And don’t get me started on his lack of pop-culture knowledge.” Dean went on, “I mean, I got him a phone. His first phone ever, for his 21st birthday. No one should get their first phone in 2011.”
A picture of Cas came on screen. He was holding up a phone, but it was all wrong. He held in with his pointer finger and thumb, a thumb that was in the middle of the screen, and he looked at it with confusion written all over his face.
“He also knew nothing about movies.” Dean appeared again, “I had to show him everything. And I mean everything. No Disney, no Star Wars, no Lord of the Rings, no Friends, no Indiana Jones, no horror movies, nothing. Almost like he had been away from earth while all of it was made and only popped down recently, which reconnects to my previous point about the specific History knowledge.”
“Another thing is his social skills.” Dean moved on to his last point, “He had no clue how to interact with people when I first met him and when I asked about it he claimed his ‘people skills were rusty’, like he used to have them, but they had faded over time. Which would be impossible, because at that age you either don’t have them or you do, you cannot have forgotten entirely.”
The screen went black again and a list appeared: “So we now have four strange things about him.”
1. Youth and Family
“His youth is filled with weird biblical details that are so accurate or strange that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.”
2. History Knowledge
“Despite his study, this is still weird and suspicious, but I feel like the evidence I showed speaks for itself.”
3. Lack of Pop-culture Knowledge
“This could also be his sheltered upbringing, but he was already out in the real world for two years when I met him, so why he had never encountered any of it is a mystery. With, in my eyes, an easy explanation.”
4. Lack of Social Skills
“Again this could be his upbringing, sure, but even then. If he isn’t lying about his family that is eleven children and parents along with an entire church to communicate with. You still pick up stuff like personal space.”
Dean appeared again and said: “I’ve laid out this evidence to some of my friends, this were their reactions.”
It cut to Sam sitting on a chair, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Sam asked: “Do we really have to do this, Dean?”
“Yes,” Deans voice came from behind the camera, “just hear me out, okay. I get that you didn’t want to listen before, but I have evidence now.”
Sam sighed.
It cut again to Sam shaking his head and saying: “I don’t know, why you’re so invested in this. All of this has a rational explanation, you can see that too.”
“But the family thing is weird, right. It’s so suspiciously correct that has to be fake that just can’t be coincidence.” Dean protested.
“Actually,” Sam replied, “humans have a weird sense of perception about coincidence. So much happens at one moment in the world that something strange or usual is bound to happen, we classify that as coincidence, but it’s just statistics, Math. It’s very interest-”
“Yeah, whatever, nerd.” Dean interrupted, “So, you don’t believe me.”
“No, Dean. I don’t.” Sam told him, “Can I go now?”
“Yeah.” Dean sighed, before it cut to Charlie sitting in the same chair.
Dean asked her: “So do you know why you’re here?”
Charlie nodded: “Yes and I am willing to hear you out.”
“You are?” Dean said, excitement seeping into his voice.
Charlie nodded, then it cut to her reading the final notes in the folder. She bit her lip and said: “I don’t know, Dean. Some off this is pretty suspicious, but I wouldn’t call it evidence of Cas being an angel or other immortal. I mean, the church can be weird.”
“But the History thing is definitely suspicious, right? I’m not being crazy about that?” Dean asked
Charlie answered: “Well, it wouldn’t surprise me, if he had developed a special interest in ancient Christian history while growing up and if he used to be a heavy believer then I suspect he must have thought a lot about how Jesus must have been and stuff.”
Dean huffed, but didn’t respond.
There was a shaky video of Ellen saying: “Dean, I have a bar to run, I don’t have time for your bullshit.”
But then Jo was in the chair and she said: “Dean, I love you and all, but I’m not doing this.”
“Please, just hear me out.” Deans voice was tired and it cracked, Jo relented.
In the end she said: “This is all strange, sure. I might have believed a bit of it, if I hadn’t known Cas. I mean, come on. He’s a dork and a teacher. He loves you, Dean. Don’t ruin that over something stupid.”
A sigh was heard.
After that it was Bobby, who was sitting on the chair. He didn’t look all that pleased. Most knew Bobby from Deans series about Baby where he would sometimes help or appear in the background and stories about Deans childhood.
Dean said: “Bobby, you know me, right?”
“I’d hope so, boy. I practically raised you.” Bobby replied.
“Exactly,” Dean said, “so you know, I’m not one to make random claims about this.”
“I do.” Bobby sighed, clearly not liking where this was going.
“Great.” Dean exclaimed happily, “Because I have collected a bunch of evidence and I want your opinion on it.”
It cut to Bobby rubbing his forehead while he read the last bits of evidence. He looked up and said: “I think you’re grasping at straws, right now. There are more logical solutions than this, but you’re ignoring ‘em, because you want to see this.”
Significantly sadder than before Dean responded: “So you don’t believe me either?”
“No, of course not, you idjit.” Bobby replied, “I walked Cas down the isle, I think I know the damn guy. He’s not some immortal. And don’t go bothering Jody about this either, you hear me.”
Then it cut back to the disheveled Dean, who said: “As you can see they still weren’t ready to listen to me. So I turned to my last resort, Gabriel. Castiels older brother.”
Gabriel was lounging in the chair, smirk playing on his lips and lollipop in hand. He smiled: “Dean-o, it this what it’s come to? Crawling to me?”
Dean sighed from behind the camera and said: “It was either you or Michael, you’re the least worst option.”
“Ahw, you flatter me.” Gabriel said with a wink, then he asked: “So, what is this all about?”
Dean answered: “I’m trying to prove that Cas is an angel, or an other sort immortal, but main theory is angel. I figured you were the best bet to get to the truth.”
The moment the word ‘angel’ left Deans lips, Gabriels face fell although he quickly tried to cover it up. He tried to laugh it off: “You’re being ridiculous. Little Cassie is a nerd, sure, but immortal. Sorry, but that’s hysterical. Besides, how else would you explain me, or the other people at the wedding?”
“I don’t know, other angels? Actors? Lot of possibilities. Maybe it was mind control.” Dean replied.
Gabriel laughed and shook his head, but when he looked up his face was completely serious as he said: “Stop searching, Dean. You won’t find anything, just love your husband in peace and live a long and happy life, okay.”
Dean swallowed thickly and shakily said: “Okay.”
Then it cut back to Dean from before, who said: “As you can see, he wasn’t very helpful. Although he did kind of scare me, the guy nearly threatened me, but he also made Cas more suspicious. He’s hiding something, I can feel it.”
“Anyway, none of my outside resources were helpful, so it’s time to look at our subject himself, Cas.” Dean said and the screen warped to a vlog.
It was filmed in such a way that it was obvious that Dean was trying to be stealthy. It showed Castiel doing the dishes, after a second Dean asked: “Why don’t you use the dishwasher, sunshine?”
Cas looked around and shrugged: “I don’t trust it, Dean. Machinery doesn’t seem to like me and I have not come to an agreement with the dishwasher yet, maybe later.”
Dean laughed: “The dishwasher is not a businessman, Cas. Here I’ll load it in.”
Then it changed to the living room, specifically the couch. It was a solid couch, easily a 1000 pounds. Dean yelled: “Caaaaas!”
From the distance came: “What is it, Dean?”, along with footsteps.
“I dropped my phone and accidentally kicked it under the couch. Can you help me?” Dean answered.
Cas looked at the couch and nodded. First he tried to fit his hand under and swipe the phone out from underneath it, but when that didn’t work, he grabbed the underside of the couch and lifted it as he told Dean to grab his phone, which he did.
Dean smirked at him and said: “Wow, Cas, very sexy. Have you been going to the gym lately?”
He only got an eyeroll in return along with a quick kiss, before Cas disappeared.
What the viewers didn’t get to see was the small carjack that had been carefully edited out, along with Sam, who had operated it.
Then it was Dean running up to Cas, yelling: “Smile, angel!”
Castiel turned to him like a deer in headlights and blinked heavily when the flash nearly blinded him. What was peculiar about this moment was the fact that his eyes seemed to glow an intense light blue, almost as if he was illuminated from the inside, which had been an easy edit, but it looked very cool, if Dean was being honest.
After that Dean said: “I showed these clips, along with a few others that are, admittedly, less convincing to my friends.” followed by a quick compilation of Sam, Charlie, Jo and Bobby shaking their heads and telling him he was an idiot or other variations thereof, “As you can see, they were still unconvinced.” Dean finished.
“They were unconvinced, what I have set out to do isn’t achieved. They aren’t listening and they aren’t seeing the truth. I know what I see, I know what Cas is. And they are just blind for the truth.” Dean told the audience, “So, I’m trusting you to open your eyes and see what is out there. Please, look at this and see the truth.”
Then it went to the endcard. Dean waved and said: “That was it for today. I hope you can support me and tell me that I’m not crazy. If you do, comment about it, like this video, share it to get the word out. Maybe subscribe and ring that bell, so you won’t miss out on any updates about it. Bye Hunters, see you on the-”
He was cut of by the slam of a door. He startled and looked over, but before he could get over the shock the lights overhead exploded and the room went dark. You could hear the heavy and angry voice of Castiel, who bellowed: “Dean Winchester, you have not listened to the warning Gabriel gave you. Your time has come.”
Then the video ended.
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Oh my god is he okay?!!!?!?!?!
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Pff anyone who believes this
shit is an idiot
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but I’m scared now
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Don’t lie, who’s been a fan of
Dean since day one?
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Okay, but are we gonna talk
about Gabriel???
No?
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You’re not crazy Dean. I once
saw a ghost. The supernatural
is out there and Castiel can be
who you say he is. We don’t
know what the paranormal has
in store for us. Keep believing,
keep fighting!
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Dudes, if he had time to edit and
upload it then he’s prbbly fine
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Should we call the police??
Is he ok???
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Dean be looking like a raccoon
and still be hella fine
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Cass talking about Jesus is such
a mood, my Christian ass can
relate
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IS HE DEAD?? DID DEAN
JUST DIE!!! HELLO???
ANSWERS PLEASE!!!
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Really? After all the sweet and
loving Cas content we got, we’re
supposed to believe this??
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Get yo self a man whos willing
to make a fake docu bout you
pretending to believe youre an
actual angel
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Dean was grinning as he scrolled through the comments on his latest videos. He was quite proud of it honestly and was very happy with how it had turned out and the reaction of the fans. Cas saw him smiling and asked: “So I take it, it went well.”
Looking up Dean said: “Yeah, you might have to answer some questions tomorrow, if you want those kids to trust you after ‘murdering me’.”
Cas groaned, but couldn’t suppress the smile and fond eyeroll.
Then the phone rang, Dean looked at the screen with surprise, but smiled when he saw who was calling. It was Sam, the picture of him sleeping with a plastic spoon in his mouth lighting up the screen. He picked up: “Heya, Sammy.”
Sam answered: “Dean, come save me.”
“What is it?” Dean asked, serious brother mode instantly activated.
But it was lost with Sams answer: “I know you’re trying to sell the whole ‘I got murdered by my own husband who is an angel’-stick, but you’re fans are worried and mobbing me on Twitter demanding answers.”
Dean laughed and relayed what Sam had said to Cas, who also chuckled. Then Dean turned back and said: “I’ll do something about it.”
“Somehow that’s not very comforting.” Sam said.
“Don’t worry about it, Sammy.”
“That isn’t helping.”
“I said don’t worry about it.”
“Dean? … Dean! … Dean!”
Dean hung up and turned to Cas as he asked: “Would you mind filming me?”
An hour later a video was posted on Deans Twitter and Instagram. It was off Cas walking into the living room, where an unharmed Dean was sat on the couch. Cas said: “Hello, Dean.”
Dean looked his way and smiled: “Hey, angel. What’s up? Why are you filming?”
Cas replied: “Some off your fans were worried about you after your last video, so I’m showing them you’re okay.”
Dean frowned and asked: “Why would they worry about me? It was just a dumb video doing Just Dance, not flattering, but hardly worrisome.”
“Don’t you remember your funny little video about me and some conspiracy?” Castiel asked, way too innocently.
Dean frown deepened and he looked confused and he said: “What are you even talking about?”
“Nothing, it was all just silly. Don’t worry about okay?” Cas answered, still holding onto that innocent voice.
Dean smiled at him and said: “Whatever you say, sunshine.”
Then it was over, needless to say that fans weren’t reassured, neither were the kids at school the next day, when Cas pretended he had no idea what they were talking about and shut them down the moment they tried to show him the video on their phones.
@Deanmustbeprotected posted about it on their Insta and multiple conspiracies were posted on every platform.
Dean and Cas along with everyone they’d gotten involved watched from the sidelines with amusement. Mission accomplished!
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hi what is mash and why do you love it so much because i need to know if i need to love it too thanks
Hello, anon! It took a bit because I wanted to put time into my answers, so here you are!
What Is M*A*S*H:
M*A*S*H is a tv show about doctors/nurses stationed at a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (M*A*S*H) unit on the frontlines of the Korean War. The show focuses on the medical staff as they desperately try to save the lives of young soldiers. Many of the doctors are draftees and they are faced with trying to cope with the horror of a war they want no part of and that is the absolute antithesis to their professional calling. They fight against death every day, struggle against military bureaucracy, and try to keep their sanity. Often that deep stress is released in humor, practical jokes, and wildly unmilitary antics, but the true costs and realities of war are never treated lightly. I’ve never seen another show that can make me laugh so hard and then turn on a dime to make me cry just as deeply a second later. The show is a beautiful examination of human nature, heart, found family, loss, helplessness, despair, exhaustion, humanity, and hope,.
M*A*S*H ran for 11 years, from 1972-1983 and the finale, Goodbye, Farewell and Amen, is still the most-watched television broadcast in history (the NYC sewer nearly faced collapse because people would all flush the toilet at the same time during commercials, and the streets were totally empty of cars as over half the country, 150+ mil people, watched the finale live together all at the same time. Can you imagine?!). Plus, it’s been in continuous syndication for 45 years which is impressive. M*A*S*H is for all generations, it resonates far beyond the era in which it was made, or which it was made about.
Why Do I Love M*A*S*H So Much (in general):
I don’t think there is another show out there in the history of the world that has written such narratively wonderful, deeply moving character arcs. I don’t know if there’s another show out there where the characters grow so much from their relationships with one another. Or a show that depicts masculinity in such a healthy, tender way. It is normal on M*A*S*H for male characters to: Cry. Hug. Tuck each other in. Hold hands. Perform emotional labor. Actively listen. Dance together. Sleep with teddy bears (and not have it be a joke). Admit they were wrong. Change and grow from being wrong. Etc, etc.
And while Major Margaret Houlihan is the only female lead, her character arc is the most beautiful of any character I have ever watched or read. The show doesn’t start out particularly feminist, but it definitely ends that way (both male and female characters evolve here and it’s wonderful). And if more tv shows had characters half as complex as Margaret Houlihan, tv would be a whole lot more interesting, and women would be a whole lot farther along toward equality, imo.
Why Do I Love M*A*S*H So Much (the personal):
I was 15 or 16 when I started watching M*A*S*H. I was going through a very dark time in my home life. But my Mom would usually have M*A*S*H on while making dinner or just after. It was their weird time of day where it seemed like a truce between us. Sometimes I’d even sit all 5’8 of my gangly teenage body on her lap and we’d just watch like that with her arms around me (which given that things were darkly terrible the rest of the time it was like being a small kid again in a way I really needed). We’d talk about the characters. We’d talk about the stories. We both loved Margaret Houlihan (it’s interesting that Margaret has the most valuable traits I learned from my Mom - things I like most about her and am grateful she taught me despite all the bad stuff).
Soon I was racing home after school and jamming in a blank VHS so that I could record each ep. I’d cross reference between tv guide and IMDB to try to see if any eps that I hadn’t seen yet would be on so I could record them for my collection. I made an elaborate cataloging system because they weren’t shown in order! And some eps were shown only rarely!! (I’m only 28, it amazes me that this was how things were not that long ago lol).
Anyway, the DVD box set came out and I saved up alllllll my $ for it. Thank goodness, because then I got sick and for a few years the M*A*S*H characters were the most consistent and truest friends I had. The show is deeply personal for me. I can watch it over, and over, and over. It makes me laugh, and weep, and cheer. It’s like having friends. Like having family.
Should You Love M*A*S*H too?
I want you to love M*A*S*H. I want everyone to love M*A*S*H! And M*A*S*H holds up. It’s still radically progressive. It’s still - in this time where North Korea is a frequent headline, where we have a government we do not trust, in a world where we have been at war since 2001 - deeply relevant.
Here’s the thing though: it was made in the 70s, about events in the 1950s, and this is 2019 tumblr-land. You’ve all read the roasts about lack of critical thinking skills on this website and ability to contextualize, and those posts are unfortunately not wrong. And the world has changed - and changed for even better than what was, at the time, truly radical! Even terms that were the liberal, pc term in the 70s have changed now and are not liberal or pc anymore which for the 2019 watcher might raise eyebrows. But the show is extremely pointed about calling out racism, homophobia, sexism, military fetishism, colonization, etc. I think maybe the only other show I can think of that goes so hard at dogged and relentless political call outs would be One Day at a Time. So I feel protective of M*A*S*H because in 50 years maybe we will look back at ODaaT and say yikes about certain things, though that feels crazy to say now.
If you do want to watch, here’s my advice (pull down your pants and slide on the ice (sorry, omg M*A*S*H jokeee)):
Do not start with S1. Start with S4, or S5 even. For one thing, there are some cast changes at the start of S4 so you get intro-ed to everyone again in “Welcome to Korea pt 1 & 2” and “Change of Command.” It’s a really good starting point to see a lot of characters on the brink of change. Don’t get me wrong, I still really love S1-3 but the characters haven’t grown yet. I love going back because I know them so well, but if you’re just meeting them, I recommend getting to know them in the middle of their journey, watch them evolve, and then go back and see where they started. And I think Col. Potter/BJ really elevated the tone of the show.
Because M*A*S*H is an older tv show, most people who love M*A*S*H never watched the show in order because we could only watched it in syndication! And you don’t really need to watch in order! In fact, CBS had the final call for episode order so sometimes even the air order is different than the writing, filming, intended order. Also, because they had 11 years of content over a 3 years of war, the show itself isn’t chronological. Due to probability (there are just more Potter/BJ eps) I saw more S4+ eps when I was first watching the show so again that’s my newbie preference. Now that it’s on Hulu (and remastered OMG) it might be tempting to watch in order, but really do recommend skipping around or at least starting later in for sure. You’ll learn context as you go (recs below). Then once you get the characters and their arcs it’s suuuuper fascinating to watch in order.
Fight me: Is everyone bisexual on this show??! Yes, yes they are. This is where I go full 2019 tumblr-brain, lol, but looking back I think it’s one of the reasons I loved it before I understood myself. It’s gentle, tender, pretty wavy. Alan Alda’s Hawkeye Pierce is, like, arguably canonically bi, like I even wonder if he was intentionally written/played that way on the dl. It’s pretty blatant?? And don’t even get me started on Margaret Houlihan. Godddddddd.
On that note, and maybe you will fall over, but Margaret and Hawkeye are my actual, #1, forever OTP. Which is weird for you, dear readers, I’m sure, as I run a v strict wlw blog and I’m very proud about that. But broken people who heal and change and grow because of the other is my tea, jam, and bread (”crackers and jam! too bad!” ;) ), and so far the writing of other characters and relationships hasn’t a hope of even coming into the range of depth these characters have (obvs not just wlw ships, all other mlw ships are The Worst as well, we’re all doomed, why does tv suck). But anyway, I would take them over any ship any day of the week goombye (but also….shipping Margaret is kinda like….not the point of Margaret Houlihan).
It’s worth noting that M*A*S*H has a character named Maxwell Klinger who wears a dress to try to get out of the army via a Section 8 (previously known as a “psycho”) discharge (remember lgbtq was still classified as a mental illness, smh). Obviously, this is potentially triggering. And, obviously, not okay in today’s world. To me the show does call out that it is the policies/laws/politics that are crazy, not Klinger. I think there are still some fairly modern ideas in his portrayal in that anyone who treats him like he is crazy, or is disrespectful, is very pointedly shown to be bigoted/an antagonist. Klinger is excellent at his job, brave, loyal, true, and that’s all anyone who is a protagonist cares about (and I do think they try to show to the extend they could during the time it aired that even if Klinger were not doing it for a discharge, they would respond the same way). Fwif, imo, Klinger isn’t played as a one note joke for wearing dresses, in fact, to an extent, he does wear them utterly sincerely. He loves, deeply loves, clothes and fashion because loving something gives him something to live for. It becomes his passion, not a gag. The gag is that Klinger will do anything to get out of the war through any available loophole he hears about (having an imaginary pet camel, eating 10 sausages in a single day, eating a jeep, trying to get into West Point aka join the military to get out of the military), etc. His comrades in arms treat him very sincerely and are very protective. Early on, a jeep comes in with wounded and Radar pulls Klinger away from the blood, “careful, you’ll get your dress dirty” in the most serious, sweet way. Col Potter is always very serious and sincere about telling Klinger when one of his dresses is a fav, and Klinger positively glows. When Klinger has to trade his dress collection to local women in exchange for shelter for the wounded during a bug out, Col. Potter, regular army in his 3rd war, tells Klinger (who is in tears) that it’s the finest act of bravery he has ever seen (and he means it). When Margaret desperately wants to look pretty and Klinger pulls out one of his best frocks and helps her dress in it - Margaret who grew up in combat boots wanting a crew cut - it’s pretty emotional (and I bawl when he gives her the wedding dress, goddd). As for Klinger himself, he’s one of my favorite characters. He has the biggest heart and I love him (and yes, I might feel differently if I had a different life experience than I do - that is why I’m flagging this as something that might not be for everyone, or might be trigger - because history already is triggering, and not everyone might be as moved by him as I am).
If you’re a 30 Rock fan you will know the star Alan Alda as Milton Greeen, Jack Donaghy’s father, and if you love Beauty and the Beast you will know that the actor who voiced Cogsworth is a major (lol pun) character in S6-11! But that’s all crazy to me because they are always M*A*S*H, first and forever, and always in my mind! I can’t believe they’re all in their 80s now, or that so many of them have passed. :( They are truly my whole heart, my family, my home.
If you do want to watch, recommend you start with the following eps (omg this list is long but it feels so short):
Welcome to Korea pt 1 + 2 (s4)
Change of Command (s4)
Aid Station (s3)
Death Takes a Holiday (s9)
Carry on, Hawkeye (s2)
Bug Out pt 1 + 2 (s5)
Dear Sigmund (s5)
Period of Adjustment (s8) *my first ep ever :,)
The Bus (s4)
Sometimes You Hear the Bullet (s1)
Tuttle (s1)
Crisis (s2)
O.R. (s3)
5 O'Clock Charlie (s2)
The Nurses (s5)
The Interview (s4)
Movie Tonight (s5)
Abyssinia, Henry (s3)
Hepatitis (s5)
Your Hit Parade (s6)
Peace on Us (s7)
Eye for a Tooth (s7)
Old Soldiers (s8)
Life Time (s8)
Stars and Stripes (s8)
Hey, Look Me Over (s11)
There’s a million more things I could say about the show. I feel like I haven’t summarized it justly. If anyone wants to chime in with why they love M*A*S*H, what your fav ep is, etc, please do :)
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Intro to my new OC, Haven. He’s a dhampir wizard, an absolute cinnamon roll, and I love to see him hurt.
Darkness envelops Haven. Every cell in his body is screaming for oxygen. Haven has held his breath underwater before. This isn't like that. This is like somebody putting a knife to his throat and telling him not to let his heart beat. No matter what, the heart would beat.
So, too, would the lungs pump, whether it be air or water, there was no stopping those organs from dispassionately attempting to carry out their purpose. Haven’s chest burns with the effort of holding back that one, desperate gasp. The minute of struggle feels like an eternity until finally, the body wins over the mind, and salty brine fills Haven’s chest.
At that moment, he knows he is already dead. He expects pain, but instead, it is almost peaceful. All Haven can see was black. His skin feels unexpectedly warm in the half-frozen lake as his heart races to keep its host conscious.
Still, Haven finds himself hoping somebody will come along. He hopes some hand will break through the murky surface of that lake and drag him back up to the world of light...
“So, you're a wizard? That's great news, we could really use an arcane magic expert. This cult has quite a few casters from what we've been able to tell.”
Haven nodded, smiling at the five men surrounding the table with nervous uncertainty. He had his hands on his lap, fiddling idly with the little pouch that held his spell reagents. His dark eyes were moving intermittently between the lacquered surface of the table and the faces of his recent acquaintances.
Haven could see that the others were expecting a verbal response, and he added, aloud, “U-um, yes. Yes, I...I don't know if I'd call myself an expert, but I've done a lot of reading…”
“That makes you more of an expert than this lot!” laughed one of the adventurers, a broad-shouldered man who had a lethal looking war axe on his back. He grinned warmly at Haven behind his dark, bushy beard.
Another of the men clapped Haven on the shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, Haven.”
Haven is moments from losing consciousness when he suddenly is wrenched upright, breaking through the surface of Lake Encarthan into the chilly winter air. For a moment, it seems his lungs have ceased functioning entirely. He struggles, mouth open in a silent scream as water drips down his face.
Then, Haven retches, hacking salty water from his chest as he hangs limply against the heavy chains binding him. He is strapped to a wooden chair which itself is attached to a pulley system that dangles it precariously or over the surface of the lake.
Haven hangs his head, gasping like a fish thrown onto the shore. Behind him, the crowd murmurs darkly, and the voice of the Captain of the Guard sounds out louder than the rest.
“This can all end, vampire, if you only stop this charade and admit your guilt!”
Haven coughs a few more times, grimacing at the grit in his throat. He tries to swallow and clear the sand from his mouth, but it is several moments before he is able to properly speak.
“P-please...” Haven rasps, his voice cracking harshly, “I'm not...agh...a va-vampire…please...”
Some muttering drifts across the crowd and the Captain smirks derisively.
“Even if that were the case,” he continues loudly as Haven sways in his crude restraints, “You consort with creatures of the night, you use their dark magic to defile the remains of this town's dead-”
“That's not what I was-!”
“Silence!” the Captain's voice cuts across Haven’s and the dhampir flinches and falls silent. As he continues, he begins turning the crank of the pulley system, slowly lowering Haven back into the lake. “You'll confess soon enough, monster. Don't bother denying it; you've got five witnesses to your unnatural magic.”
Haven looks out at the crowd; his eyes fall upon the group of adventurers who, up into a few hours ago, he had been fighting alongside.
“You might make things easier for yourself if you'd tell us the location of the rest of your cult,” says the Captain.
Haven’s voice rises an octave as fear grabs hold of his chest. He has almost submerged again, the icy water splashing against his neck. His chest feels like it’s seizing up; he’s shivering so hard it hurts.
“I don't know-!!”
Haven cuts himself off and takes in a massive, panicked gasp of air as his mouth and nose are overtaken by the water. Within seconds, he is completely encased in the lake and still sinking.
Deeper and deeper, the light from the surface fading beneath the murky depths, Haven is lowered. Haven thrashes against his restraints, to no avail.
Haven doesn’t know how much time passes before he finally loses consciousness.
“We really don’t need to fight here. There’s much easier prey elsewhere in these woods. Why don’t you run off and hunt them?”
Haven was crouched in the snow, dark eyes fixed on the luminescent yellow ones ahead of him. The timber wolf raised its hackles but didn’t advance.
“Humans have killed all our prey. There’s little left. You won’t stop us.”
“No,” said Haven, “I don’t want to, but I will. I, too, have to survive. But there’s no reason you should die.”
He hesitated, then moved forward a little, cloak trailing behind him on the ground. The wolf moved forward, too, its pack following cautiously behind.
“Please. Just go. I know you’re not evil, just hungry. Please.”
There was a pause as the alpha acknowledged Haven. Then, with a huff that blew out a cloud of frozen condensation in the night air, it turned and ran back into the woods, along with the other six wolves.
Haven breathed a sigh of relief, then sat upright and turned around. His smile faltered; the rest of his party was watching from the side, silent. Each of them wore a look of unease...and fear.
Haven is already being dragged down the street when he regains consciousness. He is shivering in the winter air hard enough that his teeth were chattering. His pale skin is even colder than usual, ice crystals forming as his damp body is pulled down the street by the steel manacles wrapped around his wrists. His ankles are bound tightly together, the steel scraping loudly as he is dragged. He can feel the cobblestones battering uncomfortably against his back, and winces in pain.
“Mm...mph?” Haven tries to speak and is stopped by an obstruction, a thick cloth shoved into his mouth and down his throat. He coughs, suddenly aware of the tightness in his jaw, and the harsh motion makes him aware of something else. He can feel something strapped to his face, a leather and steel device that pulls tightly against his face and behind his head, pinching his skin and making it impossible to open his mouth more than an inch.
Mu...muzzle...muzzle, it’s a...gods, no...gods, no, no…
Haven’s breathing hitches, becoming more frantic; the muzzle is mostly leather, and only the smallest gasps of air can enter Haven’s nose past the thin steel bars. He begins to thrash against his bindings, black eyes dilated with terror as he looks up and around him.
Haven’s chains are attached to a mule which is being led by one of the town guard through the streets. Surrounding the streets are seemingly the entire crowd, gathered to watch the procession. For a few minutes, they are silent, staring down at the prisoner with dark, judging eyes.
Then, a shout sounds from the back of the crowd. Haven can’t make out the words, but the tone hits him like a slap in the face: sharp, hateful, disgusted. He flinches hard, going a little more limp as he is dragged. Like ripples on a lake, the man’s shout is soon followed by more, as if the crowd had been waiting for some signal. Soon, jeers and hisses fill the street. Now Haven can make out some of the words.
“Kill it!!”
“Rip its arms off!
“You’ll pay for what you did, monster!”
A sharp impact hits Haven in the chest and Haven grunts, grimacing and watching the stone that someone had thrown roll off of his chest. Then, another impact, this one to one of his arms. He cries out again, his exclaimation muffled almost entirely by the muzzle. More stones begin to rain from the crowd, most landing harmlessly to the side, but several impacting his chest, his arms and legs. A few strike his face, and blood begins to drip down to the stone below.
Finally, the dragging stops, and Haven watches in a daze as the Guard Captain steps in front of him.
“Alright, that’s enough!” he shouts, holding up a hand, “You’ve had your fun! Now this creature is going to face the rightful justice of Ustalav.”
Haven tenses, eyes wide as he looks up at the looming form of the Captain. The man turns around, looking coldly down at Haven’s battered form.
Then, his voice cracks out in the frozen air: “Gather wood for a bonfire!
The group had dispatched all but the final cultist, but things were looking dire. The man was a spellcaster, and a good one, at that. Waves of energy crackled aross the graveyard, incinerating the dry grass below the snow that was swiftly melted away. Two of the members of the adventuring party were down, whether dead or merely disabled, Haven did not know. He was bleeding badly from a wound in his leg and there was no time to fish his wand out of his back pocket to heal it.
This is bad. We just need more guys, someone to hold him down-
Haven looked around him, then gasped a little. Of course! He had been hired on to be a spellcaster, after all. Well, now was the time to use it. He had already shed blood this night, so it was a simple matter to…
Gritting his teeth, Haven dug his fingers into the gash in his thigh, drawing fresh rivulets of blood which ran down his wrist as he held his hand up and drew a motion in the air. The blood began to coalesce around his fingers as he murmured his incantation. Then, with a hiss of movement, the droplets jetted out to a nearby pair of open graves, rushing into the fresh bodies buried within.
In an instant, the flesh was sloughed from the corpses, leaving pristine, glistening skeletons which rapidly clambered out of the ground as Haven willed them. They rushed toward the group, and one of Haven’s compatriots cried out, “Gods!”.
“No, it’s okay!” said Haven, relief in his voice, “They’re mine, I raised them. Grab him!” he added to the skeletons, which pounced on the cultist, pinning him to the ground.
Haven beamed, panting a little with exertion. He stepped up to the cultist, checking to make sure the man was subdued, before turning around to face his fellow adventurers.
All three were pointing weapons at him, a mixture of fear and anger on their haggard faces. Haven’s smile slipped.
“I knew it…” whispered one of the men, voice low with rage, “I knew there was something wrong with you.”
“He’s one of them. A vampire.”
The fear builds steadily in Haven, dulling his thoughts, eroding him away from the inside. What begins as a contortion of his stomach becomes the feeling of an invisible hand, smothering him. He wants to flee, or to fight, and, unable to do anything, he instead begins to hyperventilate. The thick leather across his face, the cloth filling his mouth and throat: both only add to the sensation of suffocation. Haven hasn’t been able to draw in a steady breath of air for hours. Not since his short-lived comrades had beaten him into unconsciousness and he woke up dangling over that frigid lake.
Haven thrashes against the chains wrapped around him. They are thick and heavy, weighing him down; the loops of steel are almost as thick as his wrist, as if they were meant to restrain an ogre or a dire bear, instead of a slight, freezing cold young man.
They think I have super strength. They think I’m not even alive.
Gods.
I’m going to die here.
The entire town had been gathering kindling for over an hour, and had built a massive pire in the center of town. Haven is chained to a huge rough cut log which stuck straight out of the pile of wood. He stares out at the gathered crowd, whimpering with fear behind the thick leather muzzle, blood still dripping from the gash that a thrown stone had opened in his temple.
Haven’s eyes are fixed on the torch that is slowly approaching him, carried by a member of the town guard. The light of the flame flickers in the darkness of the crisp night.
Haven moans in horror behind the gag, staring at the flame slowly growing closer and closer.
“Good people!” the guard addresses the crowd, “This evil creature is completely unrepentant of the foul magic it has used against our town! It has refused to recant, and it has mocked and scorned the pain and suffering it's inflicted on us!”
It, it, it...this is wrong, you're wrong...this is a misunderstanding…
So wrong...so wrong…
The man is still talking, but Haven is unable to focus on it. His head is buzzing. He watches the flames begin to lick at the kindling. The dry boughs catch flame rapidly, and Haven hisses air in sharply through his nose as the smoke began to rise.
“Mphhh!!!” he cries out, thrashing about harshly as he attempts to wrench himself free of the log.
The next half hour is a blur in Haven’s memory. As smoke fills his lungs and the flames begin to rise, Haven slowly becomes aware of the change in the crowd. Screaming. There's screaming now.
He looks blearily out at the crowd, dizzy, the scalding of the flames licking up against him. The smoke is burning his eyes, choking him utterly. He can hear the screaming. Then, he sees them. Corpses, two dozen of them at least, walking through the crowd, tearing into the crowd. Haven stares out at them, panting, dizzy. He is moments from losing consciousness when he sends out a burst of energy, blood flowing out of the wound in his head, and the corpses all freeze.
Help...me...help...help…
The zombies clambered onto the pire, smothering it with their bodies, and begin to pull the chains loose from where they are pitoned into the log.
As Haven is finally pulled loose, he has enough time to order the zombies to carry him into the woods and guard his body.
Then, everything goes black.
When Haven regains consciousness, he is lying in the snow, shuddering with the cold. As he tries to squirm out of the chains wrapped around him, the frozen iron sticks to parts of his exposed skin, pulling at it and tearing painfully. He moans, tears brimming at his eyes and clinging to his pale lashes.
It's nearly an hour before Haven manages to pull himself free. Once his hands are loose, he reaches up and tears the muzzle from his face, tossing the contraption and throwing it to the side. He spits out the cloth that was shoved in his mouth, and then keeps spitting. Haven's body tenses as he coughs harshly, throat burning.
Haven glances up, looking around at the zombies still under his thrall.
“Don't...agh...don't let anyone...get...to me…” he rasps out, sniffling. “Keep me...safe...safe…”
Then, once again, his consciousness leaves him, and the young dhampir collapses in a heap in the snow.
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Such a Thrill: Part 1
Karina impatiently drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for the gate to open. Inching the car along, once there was enough clearance, she accelerated along the winding driveway until the main house was in view. She parked, turned her phone off, and let herself in through what was still known as the servants quarters and made her way upstairs where she found the list waiting for her:
hair: pulled up at the crown
eyes: black liner and mascara of choice
lips: Dior lacquer stick “Studio”
Agent Provocateur “Haylie” body suit
Christian Louboutin “Gypsy” lace ankle boots
Scanning the vanity, Karina found everything set out for her. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply before taking a seat and starting the process of getting ready.
***
“Oh, no, that’s ok. You can drive right on to the tarmac.” Karina glanced up from her phone to give the driver more directions.
The uber driver briefly looked back at her. “Really?”
“Yeah.” She put her phone away and started to gather her things. “Not for commercial flights, but we’re going to the private section.”
As they got closer, Karina saw that her parents had waited for her to arrive before boarding. She tipped the driver and handed her suitcase to the crew before moving over to greet her mother and father. After everyone received their customary kisses on the cheek, Karina stepped back and shrugged. “So, where are we going again? I only packed for a weekend.”
“Karina, I swear.” Her mother let out an exasperated sigh. “Your brother and his friends have rented a place in Mallorca. We’re going down to celebrate his birthday.”
Closing her eyes, Karina nodded. “Yeah, ok, I remember now. Sorry.”
While she loved her older brother, she didn’t necessarily love him when he was around his friends. There were more than a handful that played football like he did, but a couple of them were quite a bit more successful than he was. Karina may have pointed that out to him, an intentional jab when they were having an argument, and now he seemed to carry a chip on his shoulder whenever she was in the vicinity of his friends.
A clearing of the throat brought her mind back to the tarmac.
“It’s that job of your’s.” Her father raised an eyebrow with a tone just short of scolding. “We’ve already told you there is no need for you to work while you’re still in school.”
Karina turned, speaking over her shoulder, waved them on. “It’s fine, really. C’mon. Let’s get going.”
Once the plane was in the air and drinks were served, a beer for her father and Prosecco for she and her mother, Karina decided to take a more optimistic view. Mallorca was supposed to be beautiful and she always enjoyed visiting new places. If nothing else, she could hop away for a few minutes and do some exploring on her own.
Less than two and a half hours later, they had landed and were on their way to a house currently being rented by five guys in their early 20’s. “Who knows what we’ll be walking in to,” her mother quipped. “That right there could be an adventure in itself!”
As soon as the car pulled up, Marius stepped outside to meet them. He showed them around the house and took their bags to their rooms.
“So yeah,” Marius smiled. “The rest of the guys are out by the pool, I’ll go do intros in a minute. The chef should be here soon so dinner in…a couple of hours? Um, I guess we could go into town-”
Their mother cut Marius off. “That’s unnecessary, dear. We’ll just get settled and relax until then.”
“I definitely want to see the pool.” Karina was already heading to her room to change.
By the time she made it downstairs, some of the other guys had gathered in the kitchen, apparently restocking their supply of refreshments.
“So this is Jule, uh, Julian and his brother Jannis, there’s Jürgen, and you remember-”
“Oh, god.” Karina mutter louder than she anticipated when the tall brunet walked in from the pool.
Marius paused and shot a look just short of a glare at Karina before continuing. “You remember Leon.”
“Mausi!” Leon mocked as he walked over to Karina and wrapped an arm around her neck. “I know you missed me.”
This time Karina did roll her eyes as she slipped away.
Leon and Marius practically grew up together which meant that he spent a lot of time at their house. Karina liked to annoy them and in return, Leon would tease her. The nickname of “Mausi”, given to her because she was small for her age, still plucked Karina’s nerves.
As she moved a pace back, she noticed something that irritated her even more. Leon was always tall, gangly even, with an unwieldy head of hair. He was awkward and unattractive. The man, two years her senior, that stood in front of her now, was none of that. He was still tall but his body was lean instead of lanky. There was still a coif of curly hair on the very top of his head, but the sides were trimmed short with the rest effortlessly tousled. Even the sharpness of his cheekbones perfectly accented his face.
Karina forced a smile. “Hi, Leon.”
“Going out?” Leon cocked his head in the direction of the pool.
Before she realized it, Karina was allowing herself to be led outside. She paused briefly to take in the entire yard. There was a large seating area off to the left flanked by palm trees while the pool area was more to the right. The infinity edge pool looked out over a body of water, what Karina assumed to be the ocean. There was a waterfall built in to the pool and a glass sided hot tub was on an elevated platform overlooking everything.
Suddenly, she looked back at Leon. “Well this is nice, isn’t it?”
Leon only smiled smugly in response. He casually walked off but was waiting for Karina to slip out of the gauzy tunic she wore over her swim suit.
Jannis and Julian were kicking a ball back and forth across the pool and eventually that turned into Leon practicing headers. Karina had claimed a lounge chair and was watching intently, although her sunglasses hid it well.
Finally, the heat got the best of her. Closing her book, Karina took off her sunglasses and pulled the tunic over her head. She sat for a moment and looked at her feet before she stood and walked to the edge of the pool. The stone slabs burned her feet but Karina walked slowly, she didn’t want to give Leon any more reason to laugh at her.
Using the gently sloping stairs to enter the pool, Karina let her fingertips drag along the surface until she was submerged up to her waist. She continued walking along until the water was up to her chin and only the pushed off so that she was now treading water. Floating on her back for a moment, she took a few lazy strokes until she had just about made a lap around the pool.
Glancing over, Marius was relieved to see that his sister and Leon were no where near each other. When he noticed Karina looking over Leon it wasn’t to bothersome to him. But when Leon started paying more attention to Karina too, Marius decided that just didn’t need to happen. He got out of the pool and went for towel when he heard Karina let out a shriek followed by a fit of laughter. When Marius turned around, he saw Leon standing in the pool with Karina sitting on his shoulders.
“Jule!” Leon called out as he held Karina on his shoulders by her thighs. “Shoulder wars!”
Karina rested her hands on Leon’s head, occasionally smoothing his hair back as she laughed and waited for Jannis to climb on top of his brother’s shoulders.
“We’ve got the winner!” Jürgen slapped Marius on the shoulder as he jumped into the pool as well. Marius stood on the side, watching the initial battle before Jannis was able to tip Karina over backwards. Leon acted quickly to scoop up Karina, one arm behind her shoulders and the other under her legs, as he encouraged her to hold on to his neck. He carried her over to the edge of the pool, lowering her to the ledge. After “rescuing” her from the water, Leon stood next to Karina who continued watching from her seat on the ledge. Unbeknownst to Karina, Leon had seen the glare from Marius and decided not to be so obvious in his attempts to win Karina over.
“How long are you staying?” Leon leaned on one elbow, making like he was scratching his ankle, but it allowed him to brush against her thigh.
Karina looked to her side and smirked, acknowledging the little brush of skin against skin. “I’m heading back tomorrow. I’ll need to go into work on Monday.”
“Yeah?” He moved closer and rested back on both elbows. “What do you do?”
She wanted to laugh. Leon knew her family’s financial situation and that she’d probably never need to work so this really was curiosity on his part. “I work as a…personal assistant…of sorts for a man that lives in Berchtesgaden.”
“Isn’t that right on the border? That’s got to be a horrible commute.” Leon looked past her as if he was visualizing a map in his head.
Karina shrugged. “A little over two hours. But it’s only a couple days a week and I usually stay overnight.”
“Hmm,” was Leon’s only response.
“Marius?” Karina looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway. “There’s a man here who says he’s the chef.”
“I guess that means dinner is going to be ready soon.” Leon turned back to Karina and winked.
Karina went up to her room to shower and change. When she came back, she found the large table on the veranda with eight place settings and alternating jugs of water and what she presumed to be sangria. Off to the side, the man she saw earlier was setting out large plates of fish, something called sobrassada which didn’t appeal to her at all, and another dish that looked like different roasted vegetables topped with a fried egg. In the end, she opted for the tumbet which was essentially a Spanish version of ratatouille, and saffron rice.
“Vegetarian?” Leon walked up behind her.
Karina shook her head. “Not really. Just picky.”
Turning around, she saw that Leon had essentially the same on his plate. “What about you?”
“Some dietary restrictions.” He shrugged. “Where are you sitting?”
After dinner, Marius announced there was a movie screen set up in the yard. There was a large outdoor sofa with a chaise lounge on either end that was large enough for two people to sit comfortably with legs outstretched. Jürgen handed Karina another glass of sangria which she greatly accepted.
“What are we watching?” Karina stood back while some of the others got settled.
Marius answered her as he worked to set the projector up and make sure it was in focus. “It’s called Veronica. One of those based on a true story only not really horror movies. Apparently it’s really good.”
Not typically a fan of horror movies, Karina felt herself frown, “Maybe I’ll sit this one out.”
“Nope.” Karina turned as Leon put his hand on her shoulder and guided her over to the closest chaise. “I might need you to protect me.”
Rolling her eyes, she didn’t offer any resistance and sunk down onto the chaise next to Leon.
Somewhere within the first half of the film, Karina was secretly relieved that Leon had been flirting with her for most of the day. Whenever something frightened her, or even threatened to, she turned her head and pressed her face into Leon’s shoulder. In return, she got a reassuring squeeze. By the end, his arm was draped lazily around her neck and she was resting comfortably against his side.
When the group began to break apart, Leon stood but made no other sign that he was prepared to leave his current location.
Once her brother was out of view, Karina reached out and tugged on Leon’s hand. “Don’t make fun of me, ok?”
“What?” He gave a slight laugh. “What are you talking about?”
Karina scrunched her mouth up. “I don’t want to be alone right now, especially in a house that I don’t know. Would you stay with me for a little bit?”
“You know it was just a movie, right?” Despite his gentle teasing, Leon squeezed her hand and sat back down.
“I know,” she sighed as she picked up his hand and draped his arm back around her. “It’s just I can over think things sometimes and then my mind gets carried away. And…I’ve liked getting to spend time with you.”
“Where have you been?” Leon laughed as her immediate response was to roll her eyes. “No, I’m serious. I’ve missed you.”
Karina shook her head. “I highly doubt that, but I’ve been in Munich.”
“What’s in Munich?” He took a strand of her hair and gently twirled it around his finger.
By now, she had closed her eyes. Whatever lingering anxiety from the movie was replaced by an inexplicable and almost instant security she felt with his arm around her. “School. I’m almost finished, but I like the city so I plan on staying there.”
“I’ll be there too.”
Karina wasn’t sure she heard him right at first. His voice was usually full of confidence, but for once, he was reticent. “What do you mean?”
“New club.” He shrugged. “I’m headed there once I leave here. Maybe you could show me around?”
“Yeah.” She smiled, genuinely this time. Then, without another thought, she leaned in and kissed him.
Once they parted, his smirk returned. “You just kissed me.”
“I did.” She laughed now. “Do you have a problem with that?”
He pouted his lips. “I think your brother might.”
Karina lifted an eyebrow. “And?”
Leon shrugged as he pulled Karina back against him, kissing her this time.
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Oblivious - Taeyang
Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x Reader
Summary: Where Taeyang is your dance instructor and asks for a private show.
Genre: Smut
Warning: thigh riding, lap dance, oral, fingering
Word Count: 11,597
Hello, this is the first smut I’ve ever posted, please take care of me!
“Okay but what do you do with your life?”
“Nothing, and that’s the way that I like it.”
“This is something fun we can do together as good pals do.”
“I’ll take a strong pass.”
Sitting in your cramped bedroom, you were stuck listening to the desperate sounds of your best friend. The two of you have always been close even though your personalities seem to be Polar Opposites. She was talkative, friendly, active, and involved. You on the other hand, like the intense silence and overwhelmingly exciting comfort of being alone.
All in all, though, you two never seemed to get sick of each other and resulted in a good match. You forced her to sit still and binge watch Harry Potter, while she dragged you out of your room and made you be a participating member of your community. Usually in a negative way... But participating all the same!
In your current situation, she was attempting to coerce you into yet another bad idea that you wanted absolutely no part of, a dance class.
“Y/N I’m a dancing queen and I have no rhythm. This class could be so fun and is obviously needed.”
“Then you should do it. Why do I have to be there?”
“Because I don’t want to go alone.”
“No.” You say final. Dancing, however cool it looked, was not an interest of yours. Strictly because why move when you could sit motionless in front of a screen?
“Just one class please? I just need to get comfortable and then I can go alone.” She asks giving you the saddest look. You couldn’t deny how weak you were to that face of desperation and your ability to extort her every move.
“Okay, but you are buying me food afterwards and we’ll finally have to sit through all of the Star Wars movies we can fit in one entire day.” You smile excitedly. A look of true horror and debate creeps onto her face and you laugh knowing you won. “So, when is the first class?”
“Oh, uh…” she looks at her phone, “About five minutes.”
You panic as you jump up out of your bed now leaving it looking more disarrayed than usual. You throw on the closest t-shirt and leggings you can and throw on an old pair of tennis shoes as you hurry out of the house to your car, with your irresponsibly tardy friend straggling behind you.
~
As you enter the building, you can’t help but notice how eerily clean it all seemed. It was buzzing with sound but completely empty in the main hall. The scent of floor soaps and sweat, which seem to you as a strange combination, fill the air leaving you with a sticky feeling.
You find the room you two were supposed to be in and quickly barge in. You see the class already started and sporadically put your items against the wall, trying to hurry up. The Ying to your Yang on the other hand was lollygagging behind you, trying to take in every detail of the damned space.
“let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” You try to rush her. You didn’t want to awkwardly walk over there by yourself and join in with all eyes only on you. She finally was ready and you pull her along to where the rest of the group was.
“Going along with this basic intro, we need to focus primarily on rhythms and knowing a beat.” A black-haired boy was speaking. He was very tall and had what you could say was a “sturdy” physique. The worst part about him, was his face. He was undeniably handsome. You were curious as to how this boy was leading the class. He couldn’t be much older than you and he had this kind of a job? “We are going to start some music and simply just step along with the beat. Afterwards we will see if you were able to keep up or not.”
Music begins to play and so you began to do as instructed.
One step, two step. One step, two step. One-
“Have you already stretched?” A voice said from behind you. You tensed up due to the shock of someone approaching you and the melodic sound of whoever’s voice it was.
“No sorry.” Your friend, who was to the right of you, said. “We are already late; can’t we just skip it for today?”
You hadn’t turned around yet in fear of that voice belonging to a hood rat and fear of it belonging to the most attractive God ever created.
You couldn’t tell which was worse.
Finally, you had the courage to peek behind you and you saw dark black hair, glimmering eyes and a bright smile that made your knees feel weak.
“What are your names?” He asks with the same smile but a tad wider somehow. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was too large to see his physique and grey sweatpants that made his height more prominent.
“You can call me Anytime.” Your friend says with a wink. You internally threw up at the horrible line but couldn’t muster up much else. You look down at your feet and smile to yourself, forgetting how awkward that must look. “And that embarrassment over there, is Y/N.” She finishes, rolling her eyes.
“Well Anytime, Y/N, we always stretch before practice, it’s an important part of the dance class itself.” He says with a light chuckle. It somehow found a way to vibrate through your chest and you could feel every syllable he spoke.
“It’s literally stepping right now. I’m not going to sprain anything stepping around.”
“It’s healthiest for your muscles.” Even though you knew your friend was being over-dramatic, the man never faltered from sounding kind. He could get through speaking with her, without sounding annoyed.
You can practically see the steam coming out of her ears and so you shot the boy a smile, grabbed her arm and made your way to the side. Before you can get there, the boy shifted his body in front of you with a step. You looked up at him and he bent down a bit to get eye level with you. His arms were crossed and seems to be studying you in a way.
“I’m Taeyang by the way.”
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“Horrible, horrid, horrendous, humiliating, hell.” You were lying on your bed, food rappers from McDonald’s lying around your room and listening to the most hectic and pointless rant you’ve ever heard. It appears some rules they had, the patience needed and the lack of control was not Miss. Blabbermouth’s style. The dance class was deemed impossible.
“Don’t worry Y/N, we are never going back there. The boys were cute but man were they awful. So demanding and annoying as hell. Do that, they said. Do this, they said. That’s against our rules, they warned. ‘No, I will not teach you how to twerk to Despacito” they protested. It was such a big headache.”
You weren’t giving your full attention as she rambled on. You couldn’t stop thinking about that boy, Taeyang. You looked back on your meeting and felt a sudden burden on your shoulders from all that embarrassment. You pulled an Ariel and couldn’t speak to that sweet prince.
“I actually think I might go back.” You say. How could you not? And this time, none of that goofy business acting like a fool in front of him. You are a calm and collected person, you weren’t going to let one attractive boy ruin all the confidence you’ve ever earned.
“Why the fuck?” You’ve never seen a head whip that fast before. You were met with flaring eyes and nostrils. “Did I miss something when I was trying to shoot myself in that practice studio? Or did you? That thing sucked and you didn’t even want to go in the first place.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Please don’t tell me this is about that Tae-bang yourself guy, is it?”
“No! Sort of… Listen! It’s like you said, I have nothing else to do anyways.”
~
It turned out that you had practices Monday through Friday for three weeks until you had to pay for more lessons. The first couple of days you showed up and tried to just intensely work on what you were taught. There were a couple others in the class you met and seemed nice but no one you would talk to outside of the class. You learned that the tall boy you saw on the first day was named Rowoon. He was a nice guy that you had a great time teasing and joking around with. He would tease you right back and you had fun learning from him with a genuine smile on your face.
Taeyang on the other hand… He was the one thing that wasn’t clicking with you. You could get over your nerves and talk to him but he never seemed interested in you anymore than as his student. You couldn’t really complain, you wouldn’t expect him to see you as more and if anything, at least you were learning how to dance.
It was the beginning of the second week and you could feel the time being lost. Taeyang hadn’t really spoken to you the entire first week and if you were going to be honest it seemed as though he was avoiding you.
On Monday, you walk into the room at the studio and go on about your usual routine. You set things off to the side and begin to stretch. As you move to the stretches on the ground, you don’t notice Taeyang approaching you.
You begin to attempt stretching your legs. You lie on your backside and put one leg into the air, pulling on your thighs to stretch it forward. With your eyes closed you begin to count and focus on your breathing. Though before you know it, you feel a pair of warm hands grabbing a hold of your leg. Your eyes shoot open and you jump up onto your elbows so you can see who grabbed your leg.
You look up to meet that pair of glimmering eyes that had you shook from the beginning. They shine at you and act as a black hole drawing you in.
“Thought you could use some help.” He suggests. He smiles at you which somehow relaxes you to lie back down on the ground and allow him to stretch you out. One of his hands moves from the very top of your leg gliding down towards the back of your knee so he can get a better grasp of your leg.
“Make sure you keep your leg straight. This stretch is not only about getting your leg to bend, it’s about getting it to bend while it’s completely straight.”
“Well as you can see, I seem to be having a tad bit of trouble keeping my leg straight.” You respond. Your leg was up so you looked like a right angle, but your leg was slightly bent, causing it to look strange.
Taeyang only smiled at you as he brings the hand that was holding your ankle down to the front part of your thigh pushing it forward and the hand that had the back of your knee the other way forcing your leg to go straight.
You begin to get shortness of breath and not due to the stretch. His hand is on a spot that was so hard to keep control about. His touch was soft yet demanding, considering he was only helping you stretch, it seemed like something more. You knew it was all in your imagination, yet it’s had a funny way of making you fantasize on the ideas of, “what if.”
“So, what made you want to get into dance?” Taeyang says trying to begin light conversation. You can’t really tell him that you had no interest in dance until you saw him on the first day… You decide to tell him straightforwardly that you, just had nothing better to do.
He laughs at what you said and the sound of his full out, genuine laugh, causes you to smile as well. He seems too beautiful that you couldn’t even touch, though you know that was a lie as he switched legs and did the same hold, stretching the next.
“Well I’m glad you seem to be so unoccupied.” He says with a smile, making you unsure as to whether it was a compliment or an insult.
“Dance is a creative and expressive art form. I began dancing before I could accurately spell my name.” He chuckled. “The melodies and rhythms have always been so beautiful to me. It’s something that I truly enjoy and put my everything into. I hope that one day I can express my own art style and it inspires others the way that I was and am. It’s a creative form that you must put your entire soul into. If it doesn’t affect your emotions the same way it affects your body, you’re doing it wrong.”
You were left there transfixed at his words. You honestly didn’t care a smidgen about dancing but this boy was able to make you see how passionate someone can be about it. When he expressed it, it became something so much more than sweaty bodies jumping around, it was art.
He released your leg and you sat yourself up. You didn’t quite know what to say. He held out his hands to help you stand up.
“That’s…” You were trying to find something to say as you placed your hands into his to help you up. He gave a tug lifting you up and landing in a position in which your nose was a couple inches from his chest.
You looked up at him to see him looking down at you.
“Extremely beautiful.” He whispered never breaking eye contact. He sat there for a moment before he let go of your hands and began to walk away.
“Get ready for practice.” He smiled acting as though nothing happened and leaving you breathless and asking for a water break before class began.
~
Your second week of dance class was the most stressful week of your life. The problem was that you were getting exactly what you wanted. Taeyang was finally giving the attention you asked for but it had its own side effects. For instance, sometimes when he comes over to help you with choreography in class, he would touch your arm or your waist to get you in the right position. It seemed innocent enough, except for the fact that you were internally shutting down. You started to become this giggly loser and it was more than embarrassing. At this point you just hated him being too close to you because you hated acting like a fool, but you couldn’t help it.
It was his own fault.
The week was finally over as you pack up your bag and start to make your way out. You head to your car and go to pull out your keys. You hand searches the bag you have with you and slowly you start to panic. You take your bag off your shoulder and kneel, ripping out all the contents that you had just put in. As you shook your bag inside out and realized nothing was left to come out, you gave up on life itself. You pressed your face against your car window and saw a nice set of keys lying on the front seat.
Wonderful.
You started to look for a number to call so you could get into your car, while walking back into the building.
“Hello, this is Ray’s auto and insurance, how can we help you?” You heard a voice say on the other end of your phone.
“Hi, I locked my keys into my car and was wondering if you’d be able to help me to get it out?”
“We sure can. Can I get a name and an address please?” You excitedly gave all the details the girl on the other end asked for.
“Alright,” The woman continues. “We can get into your car for you but it might be a while still. All vehicles have to be back at shop at 8PM today for an inspection and since it is now 7:36, it’s going to be very hard to get there and back within the arranged time.”
“Oh...” You sigh. It’s just your luck too. You figure you’ll just call another place, hoping that they aren’t having an inspection today too.
“But, because of the troubles caused we can get that car for you first thing in the morning and give a discount on the pricing, we will go a whole fifty percent off for ya. Does that sound okay?” Does it sound okay?
“Yes! That’ll work fine thank you. I will be seeing you tomorrow then!”
“Sure, let’s say 10:00AM?”
“Sounds good to me!” You hung up your phone feeling like a winner, that was until you realized you have no car and no way into your house, seeing as though you live alone and keep the place locked up tight. You hope that someone is still in the studio and will be able to bring you over to your friend’s house to stay for the night.
You hear inside of the studio before you see the inside of the studio. Music played loudly and you peeked your head in to see two black haired boys dancing in a way you’ve never seen them before. The choreo looked challenging. Actually, impossible, but Rowoon and Taeyang were both epically displaying every move with perfect unity.
The music died down and you didn’t know whether you should move towards them or slowly back away and leave, but Rowoon caught you before you had a chance.
“Hey Y/N! What are you still doing here?” He asked.
“Uhm… Well actually I just-”
“Couldn’t get enough of me?”
“What the hell. No. I left my keys inside of my locked car so I was gonna see if someone would drive me over to my friend’s house, but it looks like you two are busy and I see no one else here so I’ll just start walking.”
“You are not walking.” Taeyang says as he walks towards the radio and shuts it off.
“It’s really not a big deal, walking won’t hurt.”
“Just give me a quick minute.” You watch as Taeyang left the room and then turned back to Rowoon who was giving you a large smile. You smile back but it just caused him to smile larger.
“What?” You ask curious as to his actions. He was just sitting there. His response was a soft giggle and he turned away from you.
“Rowoon… What is it?” You try again.
“Oh, like you don’t already know Miss Weak In The Knees.”
“What?” You try again, but this time aware of his intentions.
“You think I wouldn’t notice all of your sighs and dreamy eyed stares his way?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah? This doesn’t ring a bell? ‘Oh, wow Taeyang you must really like dancing. You’re so cool and manly. I think your butt is so cute and the way your eyes glisten makes my heart beat faster than a cheetah’s legs.’” You felt weak. You never said those things out loud but man oh man did you think them.
“Como?” You say with a betraying teenage boy who’s going through puberty voice.
“Nice crackle there Pop.” He laughs. “Don’t worry though, I haven’t told him anything. It’s so much cuter to see you freak out when he makes eye contact with you. You should see your cheeks man.”
Not only were you offended at his cruel kink of watching someone slowly wish they were dead, but he had the nerve to pinch your cheeks too.
“Cwuel.” You blubber out due to him still hanging onto your baby cheeks. You smacked at him and tried to make him release your cheeks but he wouldn’t give in, instead he laughed.
“Say that you love me and then I’ll let go.” He said with a smile.
“I wub oo.” You whisper.
“What was that, I can’t hear you?”
“I wub oo! I wub oo! I wub oo!” You shout and he finally let’s go. “Jesus man, how about you rip the damned things off?!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Here, I’ll rub them for you.” He reaches out at you but you slap his hands away.
“You are such a clingy puppy dog, leave me alone you Rottweiler.”
“No, wait! Don’t go!” He says following you as you walk away. He catches you and pulls you into a bear hug.
“What do you want from me?!” You cry out.
“Attention.”
“Ready to go then or should I wait?” You hear a voice say to your side. You waddle over, Rowoon still stuck on your back, to come face to chest with Taeyang. He was looking at you unamused. You’re sure that he just has his own things to do, he was upset about you taking him away from his own dance practice and now he’s pissed. You couldn’t help but get mad at yourself for visibly upsetting him.
“Give us a minute more.” Rowoon says, snuggling his head further into your neck.
“I’m ready!” You say smacking at his hands in hopes of him letting go. Luckily, he does with a sad sigh but you ignore it as you follow Taeyang outside. Rowoon mumbles something about not getting a goodbye but you were already too far away from him to want to shout back.
You proceed to walk behind Taeyang and can’t help but pay attention to the muscles in his back. You could tell he worked out to maintain that dancer body and oh God was it paying off.
“Thanks again for the ride.” You say as you make your way into the passenger’s seat of his car.
“Yeah.” He says as he throws his stuff into the backseat of his car and starts the engine. You notice he seems upset but you try not to let it get to your head because why freak out, it’s probably not all your fault. I’m sure he is fine with it despite his obvious bad mood.
He offered the ride, it’s his own damned fault.
It was quiet in the car as Taeyang drove and you could hear yourself breathing like some sort of bottom feeder.
“Address?” Taeyang asked. You responded quietly and told him the address feeling super uncomfortable. There was a very awkward silence and you could only think to interrupt the time by being blunt.
“Are you okay? I really could have walked to her house, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
“I’m not upset.” He said not taking his eyes off the road.
“You sound a tad bit upset.”
“I’m not upset, why would I be upset?”
“Because you were practicing and I made you leave…”
“You didn’t make me leave. I didn’t want you walking home.”
“I’m just saying that it would have been fine.”
“And I’m saying that it wouldn’t have.”
“Taeyang-”
“Y/N” He says while resting a hand on your knee. The light ahead turns red and he comes to a stop. He looks over at you for the first time during the car ride and you are struggling to keep your breathing even. “I promise I’m not upset. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable without knowing you got somewhere safely for the night.”
You nod your head in response and he turns away, removing his hand, as the light changed green. You smiled at the fact that he was worried about you but you were most happy that he really didn’t seem to be upset at you.
You decide to just leave the topic alone for now and if the problem arose again, to face it then. As you were making up your mind about this fact, there was a ringing noise coming from in between both you and Taeyang. You looked over and noticed that it was his phone. Taeyang didn’t even care to acknowledge the ringing and let it be. The ringing came to an end and you were about to try and spark up some more conversation when the ringing started back up again. Taeyang yet again, let the ringing continue until it went silent. You were so curious as to who this person was, it sounded like an emergency from how immediate the next call was. The phone rang for a third time and you couldn’t help but to speak up.
“Are you gonna get that?” You ask honestly just annoyed with the constant ringing.
“Nah, I’m driving.” He responds, keeping his eyes on the road. You were pleased with his driving mannerisms but it wasn’t on the same level for how annoyed you were at this person for calling yet a fourth time.
“It seems like someone really needs to get in touch with you.”
“Doubt it but, if it’s bothering you so much, you can answer it.” You were not going to answer his phone. There was no way. Answer his phone and talk to whom? His mother or something? That was not going to ha-
A fifth time.
“Hello?” You ask as you snatch the phone from in between you and Taeyang.
“Hey, who’s this?” The voice responds. It sounds like a man maybe a few years older than you but you couldn’t be sure through the loud shouts overtop of booming music.
“Uhm, I’m Y/N. I’m one of Taeyang’s students at the dance studio…”
“Hello, I’m Inseong!”
“Hi!”
“So, I’m having an emergency and I need Taeyang quick.”
“Emergency?” You begin to panic, curious as to what could be happening. Taeyang rolled his eyes and you couldn’t believe he was acting so relaxed at a time like this.
“Yeah, Jaeyoon and I are so bored and wanna go to a party. Tell Taeyang to pick us up in an hour.”
“So, your emergency… Is that you’re bored?” You hear a slight chuckle to your side and you look over to see Taeyang smiling in your direction, probably making fun of your stress earlier.
“Yes.”
“You low life scum bag! I thought something was really wrong, you can’t call that many times and say there’s an emergency only for nothing! Who do you people think you are. I was so stressed out, it wasn’t funny at all!”
“I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure you can come to the party too. Don’t be mad!”
“No offense but it literally already sounds like you’re at a party.” The music was still booming and you had to plug an ear and hold the phone close to really hear what he was saying.
“Oh no. That! Okay, just a second.” He says. You hear some more shouting and then the music goes off. You sit there a bit confused but roll with it. “Sorry it was just Jaeyoon and I. We were drinking wine and listening to some fire is all. Now we wanna dance but our neighbors would get so pissed if we tried dancing in this apartment, so we wanna go to a party.”
“Or a club.” You hear faintly in the background.
“Or a club.” Inseong repeats.
“Just a minute.” You look over at Taeyang who you see didn’t have his hands on the wheel. You hadn’t even noticed you arrived at your stop. “Here, you can talk to Taeyang yourselves.”
You hand over the phone and Taeyang laughs as he puts it up to his ear. You gather all of your things and open up the car door. When you step out, you peek your head back into the car and see Taeyang still looking at you.
“Thank you for the ride, I guess I’ll see you on Monday?” You thank him.
“Y/N, I hope you know I’m not gonna leave until I know you are inside of that house.”
“What?”
“You didn’t even call a friend asking to stay at their place. What if they are busy?”
“Then I’ll wait for her to come home. It’s a nice day.” He just stares at you for a few seconds and then turns away, responding to his phone call.
“I’ll be right here, waiting to see you walk inside.” He says turning to look at you. He calmly stares at you again until you walk away, then you hear him speaking on the phone again.
You make your way to your friend’s front door and that’s when things really begin to get shaky. You look in the driveway and notice that there wasn’t any car there. You play it off and assume she was just gone for a moment and would be back soon. You figure now would probably be a good time to call seeing if you could stay at their house.
You begin dialing their number as you knock on the front door. You wait but no one answers the door. You knock again, the same time that your phone was processing your call.
“Hello?” A voice said on the other side.
“Hey, where are you right now?”
“I’m at my aunt’s house.”
“What.” You say as a comment more than a question.
“My parents made me tag along to someone’s wedding or something. I’m so bored and happy you called me. Entertain me, please. This thing is dragging on.”
“When will you be back?!” You panic.
“Uhm someone is excited for my return. I’ll be back in like three days I think.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me this?”
“I guess I didn’t know I had to… Why, what’s up?”
“I locked my keys in my car and don’t have a spare. Do you have a spare, I’m at your house right now?”
“What? My house? How’d you get there?”
“Taeyang dropped me o- “
“Taeyang that cute dance instructor Taeyang?!”
“Yes.” You look over at the man in question to see him playfully laughing on the phone still. As you stare he looks up at you and gives a soft smile. You smile back and then quickly look away. “Listen, I need in your house and I need to be in there now!”
“I do have spare keys but, they are with me.” You start rubbing your head trying not to snap.
“Why do you have your spares, with you?” You speak through gritted teeth.
“In case I need them…” She whispers.
“I’m hanging up now.” You say before removing the phone from your ear. Your plan was to just go to a hotel for the night. You knew of other people to ask but you weren’t really close enough with any of them to actually reach out about the situation.
“So, do you want to come over to my apartment?” You turn around to see Taeyang standing behind you with his hands in his pockets.
“What? No, it’s fine. I’m just going to stay at a hotel.” You respond scratching your neck. “I can also call for a taxi so you can go home. No need to wait for me.”
“Why would you spend your money like that when I’m offering to let you stay over at my place for free?”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“On what? I have nothing else going on, you wouldn’t be intrusive in any way at all.”
“Uhm... Only if you are sure.” You draw out.
“I’m sure!” He smiles. He swings an arm around your shoulder and begins to walk you back to his car. “You wanna go to a party?”
~
After agreeing with Taeyang’s suggestion to go to a party, he decided to drive you home so you could both shower and get changed out of your dance clothing. He parked in front of an apartment building and exited the car. You went back to grab your stuff but realized it was gone. You start to stress thinking you left it behind somewhere when you notice Taeyang is carrying it himself. He waits for you at the front of the building and is holding the door open for you.
“Thank you.” You mutter and Taeyang shows you yet another of his pleasing smiles. You follow as he leads you through the halls and upstairs until you stop in front of the door number 302. He unlocks the door and opens it, giving you a gesture to walk in first.
You enter assuming there to be some sort of boy’s nest in the place but are instead surprised with a very well put and clean space.
“Sorry it’s a little dirty.” He comments as he walks in behind you. He sets both of your bags down on the couch and then puts away a sweatshirt that was lying on a chair. “I wish I would have cleaned up beforehand.”
You snicker to yourself catching Taeyang’s attention. He looks at you in confusion but you just turn away.
“You can take a shower in here.” He says motioning towards a door to the left of him. “My room is this one on my right. You can grab any clothes out of there that you might need. I’m supposed to pick up Jaeyoon and Inseong though too, so I’m gonna go next door to my friends place and shower. Maybe that’ll save us some time!”
You nod your head at him and give him a smile. He begins to walk towards the door when you reach out for him. You grab the sleeve of his shirt and he stops to look back at you, cocking his head to the side. You want to tell him that he looks super cute when he does that, but instead let go of his shirt.
“Thank you again for everything that you are doing for me tonight. I really appreciate you looking out for me. I know that I’m only a student of yours but I’m really happy you care and help me out.” You shyly look everywhere but at him. You wait for him to say or do something but he just stands there. Finally, you look at him and see he was just staring at you with this cheesy ass grin.
“Aish… What am I to do after that?” He says stepping forward and ruffling your hair a bit, giving it a little pat at the end. “You are just too cute sometimes.”
He turns around and exits the room with a soft laugh coming out of him. You stand there breathless, staring at his retreated back and panic both internally and externally.
Cute?
~
You had exited the shower and was now waiting for Taeyang to say he was ready to go. You decided to still wear your under garments from earlier seeing as how you weren’t going to go commando and free the nipples, especially in someone else’s clothes… You had on a pair of Taeyang’s grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His clothes were baggy on you but then again you were styled for comfort not fashion today. Besides, you were just ecstatic about being able to wear his clothing in the first place.
You skipped over the makeup, assuming you’d just be getting shit faced anyways and didn’t want to look like a mess if it ever came to be that way. Plus, you didn’t have any makeup with you so it was a no go. Taeyang had on blue jeans and a light pink sweatshirt that made him look as soft as his personality was. He was currently trying to dry his hair before you two left.
“Okay, I’m ready if you are Y/N!” Taeyang said as he exited the bathroom. Whenever you saw him he looked so ethereal. No matter where he was or what he was in. He had a way of being too real to believe.
“I’m ready!” You say with a smile on your face. You both make your exit and hop back into the car. He began to drive, asking you to play some music.
You plug in your music and begin playing songs from your playlist as Taeyang starts driving towards his friend’s house. You begin feeling a peaceful silence, other than the music and Taeyang’s soft hums, that is. The relaxed vibes of the moment is a comfortability you wished you could get used it.
~
You come to the synopsis that the boys Inseong and Jaeyoon were way cooler in person than over the phone. Rather than giving off the needy and lonely aura they were, only an hour ago, they were instead really relaxed and funny. The whole car ride you were listening to them make jokes about their night, each other, and even Taeyang. You laughed in the passenger’s seat, occasionally looking over at Taeyang to make sure he wasn’t ever offended, always proving to be fine when he joked with them right back.
You four all walk into the house where a party was very obviously happening. When you enter, Inseong and Jaeyoon speed away to where a bunch of people were eating, leaving you alone with Taeyang.
“So, was this how you were planning on spending your Friday night?” Taeyang turns and asks you.
“More like the exact opposite, but who’s complaining?” You respond with a smile. He gives a soft smile back and you try not to visibly explode when he does.
“Well I told some friends that I’d meet up with them when we got here.” You immediately shy back up. Of course, he wants to go hang out with his friends at a party like this rather than you but, you don’t know anyone else other than him. You don’t want to spend an entire party night as the loser drinking alone in the kitchen.
“Well, will we meet back up again later or something?” You ask. He looks at you quizzically and you just stand there.
“No…?”
“Oh…” You feel so stupid, you’re so embarrassing and question why the Gods above have fooled you into believing that you could go out and not be a total noob.
You feel warmth around your waist as Taeyang pulls you into him and starts leading you through a hallway or two.
“Did you think I was going to leave you alone or something, Y/N?” He asks with a slight chuckle.
“No, no, that’s not-“ You try
“You’d miss me too much if I left you alone and I can’t leave this place with a beautiful, snot covered, crying girl. People will start to assume the worst, ya know?”
“Trust me, at this rate, I wouldn’t have been missing much.”
“Ouch, she fires back!” He laughs and turns to you. You smile back up at him as you started making your way through a door frame. Someone behind the both of you shoves their way through roughly and messily, obviously drunk. Taeyang pushes your back into the side of the frame in a result and leans into you. He looks at the guy who bumped into him and laughs as he moves towards a group of people in the same sloppy way he passed you both just a second ago. You stand there staring at his face which is closer than it has ever been before. When he was bumped, Taeyang placed his hands on your hips trying to keep himself sturdy and they still remained there. As the boy disappears into his group of friends, Taeyang returns his focus back onto you and you can’t help but to stare at that soft smile he always has.
His lips are plump, especially the bottom one and such a light pink. You try to stop looking but they have you in a trance. Slowly the smile that was on his lips begin to go straight and you look up trying to figure out why. You make eye contact with him and he seems to be even closer than he was a moment ago. His facial features seemed serious and his eyes locked on you. He licks his lips and you glance down for a lingering moment.
“See something you like?” He asks you in a voice lower than usual. You tense up and begin looking around for some distraction.
“Is there something to drink around here? I’m parched. I’m gonna go do that. Yes.” You slip away from Taeyang and don’t look back as you make your way to a kitchen. You grab yourself your own drink, not even sort of trusting someone else to do it. This was a party in which you only really knew one person anyways, it’s always good to be careful. Either way, you didn’t want to get totally hammered with Taeyang having to watch over you. You figured water would just be the best for the both of you tonight.
After you down one solo cup of tap water, refill, and grab something for Taeyang, you head back down the path where Taeyang was leading you earlier. You begin peeking in random places hoping to see the dark-haired boy. Finally, you catch sight of him talking with a small group sitting on couches looking pretty comfortable and cozy. You make your way over and stand next to Taeyang as he speaks to one of the boys. You look over and see an attractive boy with blonde hair who has Taeyang engrossed in conversation. The boy seemed younger than the both of you but still had mature vibes to him.
“Who’s this?” The boy asks as the conversation begins to end between him and Taeyang.
“I’m Y/N.” You reply with a smile. He smiles back at you and you feel the need to drink some more out of your solo cup to hide your face.
“I’m Hwiyoung, I used to dance with Taeyang before I became too good for him.” He smirks.
“He didn’t.” Taeyang deadpans. “I teach a beginner’s level and you and Chani shouldn’t have ever been in that class in the first place. You two just wanted to make Rowoon and I look like fools.”
“Accurate.” Hwiyoung laughs.
“Hwiyoung is family friends with Rowoon, they’ve known each other for years. One day he and his friend, Chani came into our class and basically fucked around the whole time and made us look like incompetent losers.” Taeyang explains.
“Well you really can be sometimes…” You respond, hiding your smile behind the cup you continued to sip from.
“The woman doesn’t lie!” Hwiyoung exclaims. Taeyang just rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you towards him. You start to feel goosebumps all underneath the fabric in the areas he touches, but don’t fight it off because the feeling is, in a way, so nice to feel.
“You get your drink?” Taeyang asks you and you put your cup up in the air as if proof to say ‘duh.’
“I also got one for you!” You say with a smile, pushing it towards him.
“What is it?” Taeyang asks.
“Just water, I didn’t know what you’d like.”
“Water is perfect, thank you.” He smiles at you, taking the cup from your hand.
You start to feel fingertips drawing softly on the sweatpants you were wearing and you could feel your blush coming on as you comprehended how touchy Taeyang was being with you. You wanted to question everything but at the same time you were telling yourself not to.
“So how long have you two been dating?” Hwiyoung asks.
“Dating? We aren’t dating. What would make you say that?” You blurt out. Taeyang didn’t seem to be listening as he just continued to draw patterns on you. You saw him finish his drink and place his empty cup on the ledge by his head.
“Scoot over.” Taeyang tells Hwiyoung. He does and Taeyang takes a seat, leaving you standing by the couch, planted.
Wasn’t he going to say something? You looked like a fool trying to prove your case. Instead of denial, Taeyang pulled you towards him and placed you on his leg, wrapping his arm around your waist again and placing his hand on the side of your thigh. You froze for a moment and then tried to stand back up, but Taeyang wouldn’t let you go, making you sit on top of him.
“Yeah, what in the world would have made me believe you two were together?” Hwiyoung smiles as he watches the both of you.
“We seriously aren’t together.” You deny again, but you knew it was hard to believe because Taeyang was showing the exact opposite. You decide to smack Taeyang’s hand a little and he looked up at you with a cute little pout. “Stop making fun of me.”
“I’m not.” He responds with a serious face that sends shivers down your back. He slowly turns away from you and looks at Hwiyoung, proceeding with a serious aura to say, “We aren’t dating.”
“Mhmm. Well in that case, Y/N, wanna go and dance?” Hwiyoung asks you with a smile. Taeyang wraps his other arm around you, keeping you locked in.
“You’re too young for her.” Taeyang fires back.
“No, I’m not?”
“You don’t even know how old she is.”
“Trust me, with these looks, I’m not too young for anyone.”
“You’re like 12.”
“I’m 18…”
“Sorry, all I heard was ‘goo goo ga ga’ and I don’t speak baby.”
“Hyung.”
“Welp, we better go check on Inseong and Jaeyoon.”
“No need, they are with Youngbin and Dawon ‘dancing’ and Zuho is already taking all of them home afterwards. I heard them talking about it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t drink something else before I gave you that water?” You ask Taeyang. He glances over at you and then back at Hwiyoung.
“I’ll be back.” Taeyang says as he stands up and removes himself from the couch. You get up with him and then sit back down after he leaves for some stairs.
“Sorry about that, he is just fun to tease sometimes.” Hwiyoung says to you. “He’s probably pouting in a bathroom because he thinks I like you.”
“What? No… Probably not. That’s a good joke, funny boy.” You respond flustered.
“Go after him and find out then.” You debate it for a moment as Hwiyoung dares you to go. You finish your cup and stand up to find Taeyang.
You walk upstairs and begin knocking on doors hoping to find Taeyang. You find numerous people in the rooms you search but no sign of Taeyang. You decide to give up and just sit down when you caught a glance of Taeyang exiting a room on the other side of the house. You make your way towards him and as you move forward, an overwhelming amount of confidence envelops you. As you are in front of Taeyang, you grab his arm and start pulling him back into the room that he just walked out of. Once you both are inside, you close the door behind you and cross your arms.
“What’s going on?” You ask him upfront. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you and cocks his head to the side a bit. “This just isn’t how you usually act around me.”
“How so?” He questions, taking steps closer towards you. You step back with his every step closer until, your back is leaned up against the door and he places a palm up against the door, next to your face.
“Well this for one. You are so much closer to me than usual, and you’re touching me like you don’t usually.”
“Like this?” He asks as he puts his other hand on your waist, and rubs his thumb up and down.
“Well, yes.” You gulp.
“Is that a problem Y/N? Do you want me to stop?” He asks leaning forward so his face was only an inch away.
“No! I mean…”
“Tell me what you mean?” He whispers as his hand by your face starts to slide down and his thumb caresses your cheek. When you don’t have anything to say, Taeyang begins speaking again. “What’s going on? That’s what you want to know? As if I’m not making everything obvious enough as it is.”
He leaned his face towards the side of your head, pressing his body against yours. He began whispering in your ear, making you shiver and grab a hold of his shirt to keep stable.
“I want you, in every way. I wanted you from the first day I met you. I want your cute, dorky comments just as much as I want your legs wrapped around me. I want you with me, even after your dance classes are up. I want you as more than just my dance student. I want you to be mine. That’s what’s going on.”
You don’t know what to say, but you also don’t really get a chance to mutter anything as his lips are pressed against yours. You start to question everything that was happening until you decide not to waste this moment thinking. His hands are sot, but tense, on your waist and softly caressing your cheek with rough fingers.
His lips, oh man his lips. They were soft and devour your own as he moves them slowly. He doesn’t force it to be hard and it isn’t sloppy. It is passionate and eager. Once you stop using your head and let yourself wander, your hands trail up to the back of his neck and he pushes you harder against the wall. You gasp as Taeyang moves his hands under your thighs and lifts you up against the wall. With your mouth open, Taeyang deepens the moment by biting onto your now open mouth. In shock, trying not to collapse in his arms both figuratively and literally, you grab on to what you can, which happened to be a fistful of hair and wrap your legs securely around his waist.
At this point, Taeyang lets out a low, guttural, type of growl which you swallow. His hands begin to act needy as they both slide underneath your shirt to your hips. He holds you tightly as if you’d disappear if he wasn’t holding on hard enough. Your mouths move together and his hips follow in sync. You feel his lower half pushing down into you and you feel so weak it’s almost exhausting.
Your tongues move together in a beautiful rhythm, every so often receiving teeth instead, tugging and pulling on your lips. The biting continues as his mouth moves down to your chin and the crook of your neck. You tilt your head backwards and let yourself be taken away by the moment. In one spot in particular you let out a soft whimper, causing Taeyang to smirk within his bites. He stayed on the one spot for too long as your whimpers turned into moans and your fists grew white due to how hard you were holding onto whatever you could.
“Taeyang…” You moan. He removes his mouth from your neck and places them back on your lips, letting himself linger for a moment.
“Yes Princess?” He questions as he stares into your eyes with his own hooded ones. You exhale as lightly as you can but it comes out exactly as you were feeling, heavy.
“I want you too,” You begin, taking note on the smile on Taeyang’s face as you say so. “But, I’m not doing this in some random bathroom with you.” He smirks and lets out a small laugh as he peppers your face with kisses. His hands slide out from underneath your shirt and very obviously, slowly down your backside, sending chills right up your backbone. He lowers your legs that were around him and sets you down softly. He pulls away from you and fixes your shirt so you look less messy and holds you next to him by placing his hand on your waist. He opens the door behind you and shimmy’s both of you out of the door frame. You lean into his side as you make your way down stairs.
Along the way you see Hwiyoung and decide to say goodbye to him. You really did enjoy talking to him and his company and you didn’t want to leave a bad impression with him, so you wanted to at least bid him farewell. You stopped as you found yourself in front of him and gave him a large smile.
“We are going to head out now,” You begin. Taeyang is too antsy as he stands behind you and begins to place small kisses on your neck. You lightly slap him off of you as you tried to talk to Hwiyoung but he wasn’t stopping. “It was very nice to meet you and hopefully we will see each other again soon.”
“And you two aren’t together or anything, right?” Hwiyoung says as he looks between you and Taeyang hovering above you.
“Goodbye Hwiyoung.” Taeyang says as he pushes you out of the house. You wave goodbye and quickly head out with him to where you parked. You get in the car and anticipate the arrival after the ride. Once Taeyang gets in the driver’s seat, his hand automatically wraps around your thigh and he pulls out onto the street. As he begins driving, you close your eyes, taking in the moment and trying to understand how this is happening. You open your eyes and see the apartment Taeyang lives in, in your rearview mirror.
“Wait, where are we headed?” You ask trying to figure out where he was taking you.
“I’ve got an idea. Just trust me.”
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“This was your idea?” You ask as you look at the familiar surroundings. The smells of sweat and cleaning product engulfs your senses and you really start to question if this whole night has been some kind of a joke.
“This was my idea’s venue, not the idea itself.” Taeyang said as he unlocked the doors of the dance studio.
“What could you possibly want to do in here?” You question.
“Oh, I could think of plenty of things, but tonight there’s just one.” He pulls you inside and locks the door behind the both of you. You watch as he moves towards the speakers and plugs his phone in. Music starts to play softly from above and he makes his way back to you. He grabs your waist and pulls you back towards him as his mouth meets yours and the neediness in his motives begin to be prominent. He pulls away and leaves you waiting for him to come back to you. You open your eyes and see he has moved to the other side of the room.
“You’ve really been improving your dancing lately Y/N.” He says as he pulls a chair out from a stack and drags it towards you. “Have you been practicing hard outside of the class too?”
“Yeah…” You say slowly as he takes a seat in front of you. He grabs onto your hands and pulls you in between his legs, looking at you from top to bottom with a bite on his lip.
“Will you show me?” He asks.
“What?”
“Show me what you’ve learned Princess.” He tells you as he lustfully stares into your eyes. You begin to panic with wide eyes as you try to find a way to get out of this because you didn’t want to look like a fool.
“I can’t-” You start but Taeyang cuts in by grabbing onto your waist and placing you on his open thigh.
“If you give a good show, I’ll give out an even better award.” He smirks as he moves his leg up and down in a bouncing motion to make you glide across his thigh. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders and letting out a loud gasp. His hands grab your hips and move them slowly along him and you can feel yourself growing wetter with every motion.
“You think you can do that for me Princess?” He asks and you nod your head in agreement.
“Good girl.” He smiles as he helps you to stand back up. You stand there for a moment and awkwardly think of a good way to start out. You want to do this for him and with him, but you just question on how to do so.
“Do you need my help?” He asks you after a few patient moments of you stepping from side to side. You nod your head embarrassed and look away from him as you begin to blush. “Come here baby.”
You moved your way towards him and he grabbed onto the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling you close enough to him where he could reach anywhere he wanted.
“You’re not going to need those anymore.” He says as he tugs on the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you. He begins to slide them down your hips and you put your hands on his shoulders as he removes them completely. You are now standing in front of him with only his large t-shirt covering your body.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy Y/N.” Taeyang says as he takes a look at you and your now bare legs. “Show me what you’re wearing underneath.”
He sits back in the chair again and places his hands behind his head as he looks at you. You decide to tease him a bit as you just barely lift up the shirt you’re wearing so he can only see a small part of your underwear. A song you recognize begins playing and you decide to try and lose yourself in the music. Paying attention to the rhythm, you sway your body in tune with the song You by 11:11. You lifted up your shirt again and this time showed your underwear completely, sliding your fingers in and out of the waist band as you stared at Taeyang’s hooded eyes, focused on your hips movements. You bit your bottom lip as you acknowledged how entranced he seemed to be with your body.
You turned around and looked over your shoulder as you continued to move your hips side to side and in circular movements. You decided to tease him a bit more and stuck your butt out, grinding the air just above his pants, being careful as to not touch him at all. As the chorus of the song began and the pickup of the music got going, Taeyang grabs onto your hips and pushes your bottom down onto him. He makes a low noise as you move back and forth on his lap, feeling his hard on begin.
You push down hard and he guides your hips at the pace he wants you, kissing your neck and clothed shoulders the entire time. Taeyang turns you around so you now face him and are able to grind onto him harder. You feel your panties dripping and the heat of the moment making you sweat. You pull off the shirt you were wearing as your hips continued to roughly move on top of the jeans Taeyang was wearing and Taeyang immediately attacks your chest with his mouth. He ignores the fact that you are still wearing your bra and sucks onto every inch of skin he can find. His hands reach from your waist to your back as he unhooks your bra. You continue to move on him in a faster pace and let his hands roam all over your chest
“God you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses from your collarbone down to your perked nipples. One hand rubs up and down your hip, as the other massages the breast his mouth isn’t attached to.
“Taeyang.” You moan, pulling at the bottom of his sweatshirt, wanting his clothes off just as much as he wanted yours.
“I’m sorry Princess, I was being too greedy.” He says as he pulls away from you and removes his sweatshirt. “You gave such a good show, I’m really proud of you. I think you deserve your reward, but I’m going to need you to help me out a bit first. Can you handle that?”
You nod your head simply as he leads you to stand up. You watch him as he removes his jeans and underwear, sitting on the edge of the chair. You look at his member and notice it’s thick size. You watch as he wraps a hand around himself and tells you to kneel down in front of you. You follow his orders and kneel down in front of him.
You lean forward and lick his tip as his hand moves up and down his base. He makes a sigh sound as your wet mouth contacts his hard on. You enjoy the sound so you wrap your mouth around his whole tip, rather than a lick, and suck to create a pressure around his cock. He removes his hand and you take your chance to force him to glide down your throat. You move up and down as far as you can while rubbing his balls underneath, every so often giving them a suck as well.
Eventually, Taeyang puts his hands on the back of your head and makes you choke around his now completely hard cock. He pulls your head away and then pushes you back down on him. You grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze onto him as he pushes to the back of your throat.
“God your throat feels so good around me Princess. You like sucking on my cock, do you?” He asks. You nod your head as much as you can and let out a moan in approval with watery eyes. Taeyang pushes your head back and forth a couple more times allowing you to get a good breath in every time, before he removes your head completely from him with a pop. Spit runs down the side of your mouth and connects to his member as you try to catch your breath.
“Lie down baby.” Taeyang says as stands up and pushes the chair he was using, backwards. You do as he says and lie on your back, waiting for him to tell you what he wants next. He comes back and his hands trail from your arms, down your sides, to the front of your stomach.
“Lift your hips up.” He says and you comply. He pulls at the underwear you still have on and slowly removes it from your body. “Princess, your panties are soaked. What made you so wet?”
“You did.” You whimper as he rubs a thumb smoothly across your clit.
“You want me to help you out again? Give you what you earned Princess?”
“Yes, please.” You beg him. He reaches into his discarded pants and finds his wallet. After digging around for a second, he pulls out a condom. He opens the package and slides the rubber onto him. He doesn’t finally give you want you want though. He moves a hand down to your warmth and rubs your clit again with his thumb, sliding his pointer finger up and down your entrance. As your liquids begin to build up again, he slides a finger inside of you, making you moan and grab onto his arm on the side of you. As you gasp and beg, Taeyang swallows your cries with his mouth and gives you sloppy, tongued kisses.
“You feel so warm around my fingers, I can only imagine how you’ll feel in just a little bit Princess.” You moan at his promises of more. He chooses that time to slide a second finger into your entrance and you cry out his name as he roughly scissors his fingers back and forth.
“You’re sucking my fingers in so easily baby, your so wet for me. I think you ready to take me in now. What do you think?” He asks you as he continues to roughly finger you.
“Yes, please. I’m ready, please.” You beg, hoping for some sweet release soon.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He says, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean while staring you in the eyes. You gulp as he rubs on himself a bit more, as best as he can with the condom on. He lines himself up with your entrance and rubs his tip up and down your wetness.
“Are you ready?” He asks, pecking your cheek.
“Yes.” You say with a waver in your voice.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t want you to.” You promise as you rest your hands around his biceps to remain steady. Taeyang begins slowly pushing his way into you and your breathing begins to get heavy and shaky. He enters you completely and stays in place as you get adjusted to his width.
“You can move.” You say after a moment of you beginning to catch your breath again. He doesn’t hesitate as he pulls himself in and out of you, breathing heavily as he tries to be patient with you. You give out soft moans as he moves, but you can feel his arms tensed up as you hold on.
“I’m sorry Princess, I really can’t hold back anymore.” He says as he speeds up inside of you. You feel your body move forward with his every thrust and you close your eyes as the pleasant pain envelops you. He pushes himself into you roughly as he removes his hands from your arms and holds them together above you.
“Leave your hands right here, okay Princess?” He asks. You nod your head yes, but he doesn’t seem to like your silent answers anymore. “Let me hear your voice, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” You pant out at him. He removes his hands from around your wrists and he places them on your spread thighs instead. His hands are so roughly pushed on your thighs, you think they might leave fingerprints, but the pain was masked by the pleasantness driving through you at the same time.
“God, you feel so good around me. So warm and tight Princess. You’re doing so good for me.” He says to you as you gasp from underneath him. He continues to ride into you and begins rubbing your clit along with every thrust. Suddenly you feel yourself nearing your high and you didn’t want to do so feeling so far away from Taeyang.
“I’m really close, please let me hold you too Taeyang.” You blurt out as he moves inside of you.
“Yes baby.” He says, moving faster inside of you. He kisses your open mouth over and over again and you try your best to return him with your own, but stay focused on the sensation you feel beginning to ripple through you. Taeyang begins pinching your clit and pulling, rubbing you harder, trying to get some more sounds out of you.
“Taeyang, I’m coming!” You start crying out as he rubs you faster and he smirks as he sees you writhing beneath him.
“Who makes you feel this way? Say my name baby.” He asks you as you’re beginning to clench. You repeat his name over and over again as you see white and your body spasms around him. The tense feeling of you reaching your high sends Taeyang over the edge himself.
“Fuck.” He curses as he rides himself out inside of you, waiting for his orgasm to end. Once he finishes and takes a moment to catch his breath, he slides out from inside of you and removes the condom on him. He ties it up and throw it into the waste bin closest to him, before returning back to you. He lies on his back next to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side, one of your legs entangled with his own.
“That was everything I imagined it would be, and more.” He whispers to you, kissing you on your head. “You’re so beautiful Y/N. I don’t think I can let you get away from me after this.”
“I won’t be going anywhere.” You smile up at him. “At least not for tonight, because I’m still locked out until tomorrow morning.”
He laughs at you and gives you another peck on the cheek before standing up, to put his clothing back on. He starts cleaning up after the both of you by bringing the trash with the condom in it, to the dump. He puts the chair back where it was originally and cleans off the floor that was covered in your juices. You begin putting your own clothing on after he is almost done and you lie there and rest for a while. You put on your bra and t-shirt, but for some reason can’t find your sweatpants or underwear.
“Taeyang, where are my bottoms?” You ask as he grabs his keys and turns of the music that had been playing without your realization.
“Oh those? I figured you wouldn’t need them.” He responds as he grabs your hand and walks with you back outside the room you came. You try to stay put, but you were just being drug out the door.
“Why wouldn’t I need them?” You ask.
“It’ll just be easier to leave them off until we get back to my place for round two, Princess.” He smiles at you, with that beautiful smile that got you in this position in the first place.
#yoo taeyang#taeyang#sf9 taeyang#sf9#yoo taeyang smut#taeyang smut#sf9 smut#hi#welcome to the beginning
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Born This Way.
Right now I am sitting in the Tar Pit coffee shop in the Williamsburg neighborhood in Brooklyn. As I wrote this I’m listening to the fantastic new album by The War On Drugs, A Deeper Understanding. In about four and a half hours, I’ll be inside the Brooklyn Steel music venue when one of my favorite bands, The Afghan Whigs, takes the stage. I’ve only seen The Afghan Whigs one other time (four days ago), and I’ve also seen lead singer (and fellow paisan) Greg Dulli another time last year. One of the things I like most about The Afghan Whigs is how they blend Motown and soul and rock into one genre. And Greg Dulli’s voice does the same thing. He’s one of my favorite singers. When he sings, you can hear the Motown and soul influence in his style. At the same time, he definitely sings like a rocker.
There’s so much passion and feeling in The Afghan Whigs’ music. The music and singing are so moving and emotional. I often ignore the lyrics and just focus on the passion. That allows the songs to become my own. Regardless of the musician, with my favorite songs, I almost don’t even hear them anymore. I just feel them. It’s like that with my favorite Afghan Whigs song, “Faded”, from their incredible album Black Love. You need to hear it. Actually, you need to hear both “Summer’s Kiss” and “Faded”, which end the Black Love album back-to-back. Luckily they ended their show in Philly with both of these songs, and I was there to witness (and more importantly FEEL) it. Hopefully they will play them again tonight.
I’m pumped for the show tonight. I haven’t been to this venue yet, and although it’s new, I’ve wanted to see a show here since I first read about it. I’ve only known The Afghan Whigs’ music for about 3 and a half years now, but they’ve been favorites of mine since I first heard them. I devour and LOVE everything by them, as well as anything I’ve ever heard Greg Dulli do. As long as he’s coming to the Northeast, whether with The Afghan Whigs, solo, Twilight Singers or Gutter Twins (hey, I can dream, right?), then I will be there.
Unless things change in the next few hours, I’ll be attending this show by myself, just like I did on Tuesday. While it’s not my preference, I am more than comfortable going to shows by myself. I’ve been doing this for so long now that I am more than used to it. It’s never even been something I’ve learned to do. Ever since I first started going to shows by myself, it’s felt natural. I was born listening to music. Still, I have definitely been to shows by myself where I’ve felt judged for being there by myself. That itself can make me very uncomfortable. It’s interesting that this is something that gets judged or that others feel is weird. I’m there for the music. If my family or friends can, and want to, join, then that’s great. I’d rather be at the shows with people I know. But I’m not going to depend on others to go to a show (besides that Iron Maiden tour earlier this summer, but that’s another story). I never lose sight about WHY I do this. I have to do this. It’s what I know.
You know one show where you don’t feel judged, for anything at all? Lady Gaga. I went last week, and I really cannot truly describe what an experience it was. I am a HUGE fan of hers, for many reasons, and the show only added to that list of reasons. She puts on one of the better shows you could possibly see. The kind of show where you don’t care what the ticket price was. You cannot put a price on the experience that you get.
This was my first time seeing her, and I am really down on myself for not doing so earlier. I missed out! But guess what. I am someone who usually learns from their mistakes, and I have learned that it was a mistake to miss Gaga’s previous tours. That mistake will not be repeated!
This tour is definitely heavy on her new album Joanne. That’s okay with me, because I think it is a really solid album with some GREAT songs on it. “Diamond Heart”, “Joanne”, “Million Reasons”, “Perfect Illusion”, “Angel Down” were all played and I actually think they sound better live than on the album. While I do like Joanne, I thought it didn’t sound as big as it was intended to. These songs sound much bigger (and better) in a live setting.
Do not worry. Gaga also played her massive hits, of which she has many. This is an understatement. “Poker Face” was the first classic she played. That really shook up the crowd after the start of “Diamond Heart” and “A-Yo”. I could feel the rafters shaking and swaying when that went on. “Just Dance” was incredible. That piano intro is so perfect. It’s iconic. I will never forget first hearing that song in the end of 2008. I kept hearing it on the radio, and the reassuring line “Just dance, it’s gonna be okay.” I kept up with Gaga’s radio songs after that, but never checked out her albums until recently. I’m glad I finally started going that.
“The Edge Of Glory” and “Born This Way” were definitely the most powerful one-two punches of the show. She did “The Edge Of Glory” solo on piano, about TWENTY YARDS from where we were sitting. Oh. My. God. The voice! You almost don’t even believe how good it is. That’s how good her voice is! The piano arrangement showed what I already knew – it’s a truly great song. if you heard that version on the radio, and didn’t already know the famous version, you would think “Wow. This is amazing.” That’s the mark of a truly great song.
But wait. It got even better. During “The Edge Of Glory”, she brought a young boy onstage and sat him on her lap while she played the piano and sang. She made a few comments about how she knew he liked her music, and about how brave he was. But she never said WHY. I loved that she didn’t say why. It made it a more genuine moment. She knows that her music helps him, with whatever it is that he’s dealing with. Telling the crowd about why would remove the personal connection between them. It would remove OUR personal connection with THEM. It was a beautiful moment, and further verifies Gaga’s reputation of caring about her fans.
A similar thing happened again before she played “The Cure.” She read an emotional letter from a fan in the pit. Someone threw the letter on stage, and she picked it up and started to read it. Basically, the person was talking about how, despite his adversity and a very difficult personal situation, he was saved by Gaga’s music. Her music has helped him survive. He wrote that if he ever got the chance to meet Gaga, he would just say “Thank you” and give her a huge. It put chills on my arms and tears in my eyes, because I feel the same thing about my favorite musicians. I have been lucky enough to meet some of the musicians who have saved my life, and all I need to say to them is “Thank you.” It means the world to be able to say that. And even better, this person got to say it in front of a crowd AND got to hug Gaga. It was awesome!
The fan also wrote in his letter that his favorite song of Gaga’s is “Hair”. That’s amazing, because it’s also MY favorite Gaga song. I don’t think it’s a very famous song, but you should really check it out. It’s such a good song. She then went on and sang the first few lines acapella. Hell yea! What a great moment!
During the show, Gaga continuously talked about strength and compassion and empathy. It was such a welcoming and loving environment. If ever there was a safe zone at a show, this is one of them. I felt very empowered throughout the night, and I still feel that way. One message that stood out was when she said that to be strong, you have to experience feeling weak. I know that I always feel strong the moment I step into a venue. Hopefully you feel the same way!
Here is a list of some of the music I’ve been listening to the past week. Format: musician – album title, or musician – “song title” (album title).
Kesha – Rainbow
The National – Sleep Well Beast
Iron & Wine – Beast Epic
Jeff Tweedy – Together At Last
The War On Drugs – A Deeper Understanding
Justin Townes Earle – Kids In The Street
John Moreland – Big Bad Luv
The Menzingers – After The Party
The Afghan Whigs – In Spades
Foo Fighters – Concrete & Gold
Haim – Something To Tell You
The Afghan Whigs – “Summer’s Kiss” (Black Love)
The Afghan Whigs – “Faded” (Black Love)
The Head and The Heart – The Head and The Heart
Conor Oberst – Upside Down Mountain
Lady Gaga – Joanne
Lady Gaga – “Hair” (Born This Way)
Lady Gaga – Born This Way
Husker Du – Flip Your Wig
The Stone Roses – The Stone Roses
The Replacements – Pleased To Meet Me
#music#live music#concert#vinyl#afghan whigs#greg dulli#lady gaga#kesha#the national#iron and wine#jeff tweedy#wilco#the war on drugs#justin townes earle#john moreland#the menzingers#foo fighters#dave grohl#haim#head and the heart#conor oberst#bright eyes#husker du#stone roses#the replacements
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Marvel’s Avengers Beta Doesn’t Deliver Superhero Spectacle, But There’s Hope
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There was a moment while playing the Marvel’s Avengers early access beta on the PlayStation 4 when I had to ask myself whether this slice of the game was the best way to showcase what was supposed to be a major spectacle for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Following two of the biggest movies of all time, Marvel’s Avengers should feel like a victory lap for Square Enix and a grand return to video games for the superhero team. Instead, the beta showcases a low-key affair that never quite feels all that fresh or unique.
While the combat, traversal, and all of the game’s other mechanics generally work just fine, the title’s dependence on long-established trends and design concepts, as well as a very dull group of baddies, render Marvel’s Avengers sort of ordinary. The game’s arcade-y co-op gameplay feels like an over-the-shoulder upgrade of the Marvel Ultimate Alliance series, which is undoubtedly a major inspiration here, while the loot shooter elements don’t really add anything new to that particular genre, either.
It’s important to note that these are my impressions after only playing the game’s beta build, a small portion of a much larger whole. This is in no way a final verdict on Marvel’s Avengers.
Before we jump in, you can check out some gameplay footage from the beta below:
I spent three days with the beta, playing through the “A-Day” intro mission that Square Enix has previewed plenty of times before as well as several main story missions (called Hero Missions in the game), a handful of short Drop Zone and War Zone missions, an Iconic mission focusing on the Hulk, and three HARM Room Challenges best described as the game’s take on a horde mode. While the beta was a varied sampling of the activities that Marvel’s Avengers has to offer, it was also a brief one that I wouldn’t consider a full view of the final product, and I definitely left the beta with the sense that there was way more to see.
The beta opens with the heavily-directed A-Day tutorial mission that familiarizes you with the different heroes at your disposal. You wreck terrorists on San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge with Thor and his mighty hammer while zipping through the skies to lend air support as Iron Man. The Hulk joins the fight on the bridge, too, smashing and stomping his way through gun-toting enemies and tanks. The tutorial gives players only the briefest of moments with Captain America and his trusty shield before switching to Black Widow for a QTE-heavy boss fight with Taskmaster.
The A-Day sequence is fast-paced and exciting, full of Marvel’s signature funny quips and heroic moments to be sure. But while this opening story mission shows how Earth’s Mightiest Heroes can work perfectly in tandem during an emergency, it isn’t really indicative of the rest of the missions in the beta, which feature combat more akin to a brawler or beat em up than the choreographed, more linear fights of the intro.
A time jump after the intro sequence sees the Avengers disband after failing to save San Francisco from the terrorist attack. We reunite with Bruce Banner and Kamala sometime later on a mission to reassemble the superhero team. The beta keeps things largely out of spoiler territory, so I didn’t get to see how the duo first met or what set them on their new mission. But from what I did see, it’s clear that the young Kamala, who is destined to become the superhero Ms. Marvel, is the heart of this story.
It’s her desire to learn more about her powers as well as the heroes she grew up admiring that drive the main plot forward. She brings an energy to the team that’s a very nice contrast to the much more defeated Banner, who is living in exile on the Chimera years after A-Day. We get hints that he’s not really interested in being the Hulk or an Avenger anymore, but Kamala convinces him that reuniting the team is the only way to save the world from the game’s main enemy faction, Advanced Idea Mechanics (aka AIM).
The Hero Missions that follow hit familiar story beats, as Bruce and Kamala first go on a mission to recover an old piece of Stark tech vital to finding Iron Man and then make contact with what remains of SHIELD, now led by Maria Hill. The beta stops short of actually reassembling the team, but along the way, we watch as Kamala interacts with pieces of Avengers history, from finding Cap’s original shield in a silo to walking around the team’s old HQ on the Chimera. It’s nice to be able to experience this story from the point-of-view of a fan who feels as much wonder for these characters as we did when we read our first Avengers comic book or watched the first movie, even if the beta’s somewhat unsurprising and safe missions don’t quite inspire wonder themselves.
The big issue with the Hero Missions and War Zone/Drop Zone side quests is that AIM’s massive army of jet pack-wearing soldiers, evil scientists, and robots aren’t all that much fun to fight or learn about. While some of the robots boast cool, bug-like designs (one class even looks like a smaller version of an X-Men Sentinel), they’re basically just punching bags and bullet sponges that don’t require much strategy to take down.
Running from room to room taking out AIM agents and machines starts to feel repetitive really quickly, and it doesn’t help that the environments sometimes feel really drab — big steel buildings with plenty of glass and high-tech lab equipment to destroy. There were even times when I felt like War Zone missions were recycling the same environment, simply remixing the order of rooms and hallways you traverse. Fortunately, these environments are almost fully destructible, which is a nice touch, especially when you’re playing as someone as chaotic as the raging Hulk. But overall, the level design showcased in the beta felt a little uninspired.
Once you unlock the War Table, you’re pretty much free to embark on missions in any order you choose and with whichever character you want, except when it comes to Iconic missions, which require you to play as a specific hero. The beta featured a Hulk-centric Iconic mission that saw the Jade Giant smash into an AIM facility to destroy the group’s gamma ray research. There’s a bit more storytelling involved with Iconic missions as well as opposed to other War Zone and short Drop Zone activities, which feel a bit less remarkable.
While there are a variety of different War Zone and Drop Zone missions to choose from, the ones in the beta mostly come down to fast sprints from point A to B that require you to destroy AIM research, defeat a robotic mini-boss, gather intel, or hold down a specific position. They rarely feel like unique experiences that could only belong in a Marvel game and are generally unexciting. And although some War Zone missions tend to offer up multiple stages and objectives, usually broken up by an elevator ride into an AIM facility or underground bunker, Drop Zone missions are bewilderingly short. You can finish them within 10 minutes, which makes them feel like filler content most of the time, although it should be noted that the shorter length of these missions is by design.
The nice thing about Marvel’s Avengers is that it won’t force multiplayer on you. All of the missions mentioned above can be played solo with three AI characters at your side or with up to three other players. While I only spent a very limited time playing with others, matchmaking worked well, but the real test will come when Crystal Dynamics opens up the beta to a much bigger group of players throughout August. But if you want to play the game solo, you can do so no problem. I even found the companion AI to be nice substitutes for real players during big fights with AIM. It’s evident that the studio has put in a lot of time into making all of these heroes feel genuine regardless of whether they’re being controlled by a player or AI.
A high point of the beta was the HARM Room, a holographic training area where the Avengers can square off against hordes of AIM enemies. In this mode, which is set on the Chimera itself, the team must survive 10 waves of increasingly difficult baddies. Only three difficulty levels were available in the beta, but it was a nice taste of what the mode has to offer. Whereas fighting AIM grunts in War Zones and Drop Zones starts to feel a little redundant, taking them on in bigger numbers in an enclosed area can get pretty exhilarating, especially when you’re against a wall in later rounds with fewer chances to heal.
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As far as the combat itself goes, there’s a nice flow to the action, which feels pretty polished at this point, as you chain a mix of attacks with Black Widow, Kamala Khan, Iron Man, and Hulk. I particularly enjoyed playing as Black Widow, who uses a mix of batons, gravity-defying flips, kicks, and dual pistols to take down the game’s robotic enemies. She also has a cool grapple that she uses to swing to hard-to-reach platforms or hurl herself at enemies. Switching between her melee moves and third-person shooter gunplay is pretty smooth, too. Black Widow ultimately feels like the hero who benefits the most from Crystal Dynamics’ own experience with the action-adventure genre. At times, I even wished the studio had embarked on a Black Widow solo adventure instead of such a big superhero endeavor.
Unsurprisingly, learning how to play as each hero is the best part of the beta. While Captain America and Thor are notably absent beyond the tutorial, you get plenty of time with the other Avengers. For the most part, each character feels distinct. Black Widow performs as a close- to mid-range hero while Ms. Marvel is all about melee. Hulk not only brings devastating tank-like power to the battlefield and destruction to the game’s environments but also does quite a bit of platforming along the way (a strange choice to give Hulk so much of the platformer gameplay but it mostly works). With Iron Man, you unlock the ability to fly around and wreak havoc from above, although his melee attacks also feel satisfying and weighty.
Special abilities that work on a cooldown timer add a nice superheroic layer to each character. Iron Man can summon his Hulkbuster suit for when he needs to take on bigger enemies and Hulk can clap his hands together to create a soundwave that does incredible damage and staggers targets. Black Widow can activate a camo that effectively turns the entire team invisible for a short time while Ms. Marvel can embiggen. Each hero has three unique abilities that really complement them and their move set. It was a blast learning how to best implement each ability.
A skill tree and a gear upgrade system allow you to unlock new attacks for each hero as well as upgrade gear stats to make your character stronger. As you level up in the game, you get skill points to redeem in the skill tree while the game’s myriad resources can be used to upgrade different pieces of gear. There are quite a few resources to keep track of, mostly found inside giant crates during missions, but I found that you could mostly ignore which resources upgraded each piece of gear. Compared to loot shooters, collecting resources never feels as grind-y or frustrating as it does in, say, the Destiny games.
You can also find different pieces of gear on the field, such as better gauntlets for Black Widow or better armor for Ms. Marvel, that offer perks (buffs) such as a damage boost, health boost, or elemental effects. Some pieces of gear even have two perks that you can unlock by upgrading them. As far as I could tell from the beta, gear serves to boost your character’s stats further but doesn’t offer any cool cosmetic effects, making loot feel a little less satisfying as a whole than in other loot-based games. Instead, cosmetic changes to your character will come from unlocking skins through gameplay or buying them with real money.
While microtransactions weren’t turned on during the beta, Crystal Dynamics did provide in-game currency so that I could shop for some skins, emotes, and themed nameplates for when you want to rep your favorite hero while in the matchmaking lobby. Skins include a Joe Fixit costume for Hulk, a casual winter-themed outfit for Kamala, a very cool black and red suit for Black Widow, and MCU-inspired suits for each hero. There were only a few skins to try for each character but trailers and gameplay videos have already promised way more costumes to choose from.
Some Marvel fans might perk up at the thought of being able to play Marvel’s Avengers as Joe Fixit and I guarantee there’s plenty more deep-cut comic book goodness where that came from. Credit must be given to Crystal Dynamics for just how much Marvel history it managed to pack into just this short beta. From breaking news from Marvel’s number one reporter, Phil Sheldon, to references to Dum Dum Dugan, easter eggs to be found on the Golden Gate Bridge, and classic real-life comics that make up the game’s collectibles, it’s clear Crystal Dynamics has done its research and has a real love for this universe. There are Avengers memorabilia scattered pretty much everywhere in the Hero Missions and there are even one or two villainous cameos I won’t spoil here.
While AIM facilities feel a bit dull as you run around their familiar hallways, the world as a whole feels lived in. The level design in the beta might falter but the world-building in Marvel’s Avengers is on point. It’s just a shame that the gameplay itself never comes together like the world and lore Crystal Dynamics is building around it.
I return back to my earlier question about whether the content specifically chosen for this beta was the best way to showcase a game as big as Marvel’s Avengers. Did Crystal Dynamics play it too safe for the sake of preserving story elements and other surprises? Will War Zone missions have more to offer than the repetitive gameplay shown here? Crystal Dynamics has stressed that these missions could last anywhere from 10 minutes to two hours. It would’ve been nice to see a mission that’s somewhere in the middle, just to get a better look at the scope of the game. For now, missions and levels feel too minuscule for a team as big as the Avengers.
Will AIM be the only bad guys in the full game? Hopefully not. There are hints in the beta that other supervillains may be on the move and there’s even a brief boss fight with a villain that’s appeared in an MCU movie. With all of Marvel history at the team’s disposal, it’s hard to believe AIM was the best choice here over the countless other evil organizations, factions, and races created by the House of Ideas. Hopefully, the full game will offer a bit more variety on the bad guy front.
Ultimately, it’s important to remember that this is only a beta and what does work in Marvel’s Avengers works well. There’s hope in the game’s world-building, character design, and the combat system. And don’t forget that Marvel’s Avengers is a live service title designed to change and improve over time. It’s positioned as a platform that will receive content updates for years to come. Like many online games before it, it’s possible Marvel’s Avengers will face a rocky launch this fall, but if the history of this particular game format is any indication, Crystal Dynamics and Square Enix will have plenty of time to right the Chimera.
Marvel’s Avengers is out on Sept. 4 for PlayStation 4, Xbox One, PC, and Google Stadia. It’s coming to PlayStation 5 and Xbox Series X later this year.
If you’re interested in participating in the beta, here is the schedule of when you can do so:
August 7-9 – PS4 pre-order customers can join the closed beta
August 14-16 – All PS4 owners can join the open beta, and PC and Xbox One pre-order customers can play the closed beta
August 21-23 – Open beta across all platforms
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Magical Girl AU: Maidens of the Guardian Spire Intro
For those wondering, Maidens of the Guardain Spire is a for fun, WIP involving Characters from all my different stories in a sort of a magical girl setting. This is the intro, it’s 9643 words (A pretty lengthy read) and there’s a readmore after the context.
In a land ruled by humans, the world was stagnating. Technology had reached its peak and the humanity had lost its hope of growing, ascending.
Then from the cosmos, shining winged beings brought themselves to humanity.
They gave humanity several gifts. The gift of knowledge, the gift of protection and most importantly
The gift of Glacara magic.
With the celestial Glacaras’ magic, humanity started to grow once again.
There was creation of magical cities that floated within the air, beautiful temples for the Glacara’s that turned the hostile underground into a place of pride and…
The most destructive war to ever pillage both life and land.
With newfound power, humanity broke out of the frozen stalemate of a war its technological wall kept them in. Magical weapons turned cities and countries into charred caricatures of their former selves. The most adept sorcerers brought world powers to their knees and became gods among humans.
The Glacaras were disgusted. Lamenting what their prior decision had done to humankind, they hunted down every fraction of the magic they gave to humanity. They massacred witches and sorcerers, annihilated those who were prideful enough to try to fight the Glacaras with their own gift.
After they were done with their purge, the Glacaras left humanity one last gift.
From the ruins of the last Glacara temple rose a gleaming spire. It’s creation shook the land and sent out a flash that humanity never forgot.
No one knew what the Glacara’s last gift was, until one woman decided to enter the spire. After braving the traps and celestial beings that guarded the inside of the tower, the woman learned the spire’s secret.
…
In current times, the Glacara’s last gift is known as the Guardian Spire. It is the place of trial and home for the those who wish to use the Glacara’s magic to defend humanity, either it be from other threats or from itself.
Witches still run about, those who survived the purge are still abusing the Glacara’s magic of old.
Those who wish to challenge them head to The Guardian Spire, to take the Glacara’s trial.
Like the orange haired girl who stands at the Spire’s base.
The Guardian Spire stood over me, the light coming from it changing colours every second I stared at it. Its entrance looked like it was inviting me, but that wasn’t my plan. I don’t think I have the strength to fight through the Spire. The spirits within would destroy me before I got to the second floor.
I had a different idea, one that felt smart yet risky. Beside me, tied to an old, eroded stone pillar was a bouquet of balloons big enough to let a girl like me touch the clouds. No one said that you had to ascend the spire by going through the inside. If the Glacaras’ had thought of that though… any way I look at it I’m playing with my life.
Behind me was the path that Flora brought me here from, several kilometers from the nearest town. Flora was one of the Maidens of the Guardian Spire. She’s one of the bravest girls I know and the one that convinced me to do this. I’m sure that she fought her way to the top, but unlike her, even if there’s nothing to stop me on my flight to the summit, I don’t think I have the courage to be one of the Spire’s Maidens.
I took a deep breath and stared at the red skin of one of the round balloons. It’s all or nothing. If I turn away, I’ll be walking to a land that has no place for me, and if I go, there’s either death or a new destiny.
With one last deep exhale, I grabbed the balloons from the pillar and started my rise to the top. I tightened the loop of ribbon that was around the pillar around my wrist; nothing would be more embarrassing than dying to my own grip.
The flight seemed peaceful at first. I got close to the spire and ran my free hand on its walls. It looked more crystal like, but it felt like cool, marble countertops. I wonder if Glacaras ever felt smooth marble before? The ground was getting farther away, but I hadn’t even reach the halfway point of the spire. I kicked my feet off against the Spire’s wall, sending myself away in the sounds of bumping balloons and my own laughter. This mini journey to the top of the Spire was kinda fun.
As I toyed with the strings of my balloons, the Spire grabbed my attention. A large panel of the spire wall flashed a blue light before fading into nothing, showing the room that was on the other side. Sitting in room was a glowing, cyan form of a woman. That’s a spirit, which Flora said protected the Spire from attackers and trial goers alike. In front of the cyan spirit was a bow, coloured the same colour as her.
I started to sweat. The idea of flying by with fragile balloons seemed so much more dumber now. The spirit picked up the bow and strolled over to the edge of the floor. She grabbed the air with her free hand, creating a gleaming cyan arrow. That way she brought the arrow to the bow and shot it off would have been mesmerizing if she hadn’t been trying to kill me. After the first arrow flew past me, I started to flail my arms and legs, hoping to shift myself to another side of the Spire. I drifted myself out of the way of another arrow, my heart racing after seeing how close that one was to my neck. The spirit paused. She just stared as I was starting to float out of her sights. I thought I was clear until an arrow flew by my side and right into one of my balloons.
The sound of a balloon popping had never startled me more than in that moment. I was still rising without it though, going overboard with the amount of them turned out to be a good idea. By now I was out of the range of that Spirit, but as one wall reappeared, another revealed my next opponent.
A pink spirit with long, puffy hair sat on a couch, a magical rifle sitting on her lap. I could feel my heart fall to my feet. The bow was scary, but now a gun! I was lucky enough to not be noticed by the spirit for a few seconds before I caught her interest and she started to wave at me. I waved back, her rosy smile lifted my heart back up as if they were flying with balloons as well. She seemed playful enough. We made faces at each other until she just stopped. The playful spirit froze with her hand up to her mouth before fumbling with her rifle and firing off several shots of pink light into my balloons.
“Hey!” A falling ribbon draped itself over my face, the leftovers of the burst balloon tickling my nose. The spirit didn’t respond, but instead stared at the ground with a glum look on her face. She tried to bring her rifle up again, although slowly. As sorry as she looked, all I wanted to do was get to the top and away from her. I started to round the corner, catching a glimpse of the pink spirit’s sad wave.
Around three balloons were lost from her. I wasn’t going up as fast as before, which could bring more problems if I run into another spirit. The Spire at least seemed like it was giving me a break, its walls stayed where they were and I could almost see the summit. Someone stood at the top of the spire, with long dark hair that hid their face against the falling sun and a gown that hugged close to the body. They acted as if they were tossing something in the air, even though I saw nothing.
I didn’t know what they had planned, but I feel sorry for my balloons already. A rainbow of bright beams surrounded their tossing hand, creating a knife whose brightness made itself known to me. I flapped my arms like a sugar-filled bird before either me or my balloons were brought to an end. There was no point though, as they juggled the knife a few more times and then sent it my way. As a last resort, I flapped my way to the tower wall, hoping to dodge the knife or at least cause less of my balloons to pop. The knife tore through a couple of balloons before exploding into a rainbow of bursting light that turned the rest of my balloons to shreds.
I tried to grab the wall of the Spire, but there was nowhere to grab. In the end, all I was doing was rubbing my hands against its walls in my panic. My heart and soul was falling faster than my body, with any sense of hope leaving me when that knife exploded.
It wasn’t until I crashed through one of the Spire’s fake walls into a room that my hope came back. The one thing that brought me so much fear before was now what saved me, huh. There was no spirit here luckily, just a door, a staircase and some pain in both my back and arm. I was frozen in a flurry of emotions.
I could have died. I was about to die. If I don’t get up this tower, I’m probably going to die. What would I tell Evie… No, it’s not the time to panic, I was given another chance. It’s hard to say how far I fell, but all I know is that my body didn’t like the landing. I wanted to run up those stairs so badly, but all I could do is walk. One aching leg in front of another, I can’t fail now. I untied the ribbon holding all of my burst balloons, they did what they could, but now they’re weighing me down. Past those stairs was another spiritless room. Like the Spire’s outside, the rooms on the inside were always changing colours, which was starting to hurt my eyes at this point.
The room’s weren’t that interesting, with only doors, stairs and the occasional thing of furniture in this maze of marble countertop floors. I could hear running below me, oh no, do the spirits know I’m inside now? Adrenaline flowed through me while I sprinted through my pain. I found another staircase that brought me closer to my goal. There were no windows and I couldn’t find a way to make the walls vanish, so there was no way to judge how close I was.
Footsteps surrounded me both above and below. I was going to run into a spirit again eventually, but I can’t float away this time.
Each room was straight forward, no tricks, but more confusion from their similarity. There wasn’t much I could do but run, put my ear up to the next door, and hope to find no spirits. This was true until I stepped into the next room.
I opened the door to a straight path to the next staircase. It was relieving at first, but that feeling was taken away from me when the floor started to glow. Like the walls, parts of the floor faded away, leaving me a thin, winding path to the staircase. I took my time, falling here would be a point of no return, especially since I could spot a visitor on the floor below. The pink spirit was back, her rifle included. Running wasn’t an option for me, although this time was due to the path.
This whole situation felt stacked against me, but I can’t give up now, the summit’s so close. I made my way along the path in a steady pace, falling would mean I would have to go through the last floor again with a spirit on my trail. Miss pink wasn’t doing anything yet, she seemed to hesitate before, so maybe she’s taking it easy on me. I do the one thing that I shouldn’t do and look down at the pink spirit, who was messing with the switches on her rifle. It took her a few seconds, those seconds that I definitely needed, before she stared up at me and waved that same happy wave she gave me before. She was so friendly for someone who’s about to shoot at me. Her rifle was ready; she fired off a few shots as I winded above her. At first I thought she was being nice as all of her shots hit the ceiling, I was going to thank her until I saw the bubbles expanding from where they hit.
There were three bubbles, one at the entrance, and one on each of the side walls. Their expansion covered parts of the path where I needed to go, and it wasn’t long until I ended up smushed between the bright pink goo. There was only two places I could go, down to Miss Pink or to the exit. That’s it! Even though the path is blocked, these bubbles could bring me to the stairs. When it reached me, I grappled onto the one of the bubbles, hoping that they aren’t as fragile as bubbles normally are. I looked at my exit behind me as it pushed me along. The other bubbles started to close in, giving me a claustrophobic feel between the three. When I got close enough, I pushed myself off the bubble, with its elasticity throwing me to the stairs. Even though it was another harsh landing, I’m taking what I can at this point.
I almost headed up the stairs, only stopping to wave to the pink spirit through the bubble’s skin. “Thank you.” She smiled and nodded back.
The next floor only seemed to be a long hallway, with a red spirit standing at the other end. In her hands was a sheathed sword, which she unsheathed before throwing the scabbard away. Like everything else in this spire, the scabbard faded into nothing when it hit the ground.
Flora had warned me about this, the spirit on the floor before the summit. She told me not to worry about it, since the whole balloon plan, but now I’m starting to feel thankful for her warning. From what she told me, the spirit’s name is Lynn, the combat trainer and the final trial of the Guardian Spire. Kind of makes me wish that I brought along a weapon, although it wouldn’t help; I don’t have the skills or will to hurt someone enough to use a weapon.
Lynn held the curved blade in her right hand, with her using her left to punch a panel on the wall. Banners of light fell from the ceiling on both sides, forming into matter and showing black silhouettes of different people on coloured backgrounds. I could actually recognize Lynn’s form on one of the red banners, are these silhouettes of the spirits? Along with the banners, a long carpet formed between me and Lynn, with it starting at my feet and ending at hers. Pairs of miniature Guardian Spires rose from the floor between us, dotting the hallway. As far away as she was, Lynn stood her ground, not moving any closer or farther.
I started to walk towards her, yet she still stood. When I walked between the first pair of Spires, a orange flame appeared above them and in the distance, a red flame appeared above the ones closest to Lynn… And then she started to approach. I stopped. This was it! The final trial. I was excited, but not in a good way, more so in a way that paralyzes you, leaving you to only be able to shiver. Lynn kept walking until she reached the red flames.
I let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like she can only go as far as I do, meaning I’m safe until I reach the middle. I glanced back from where I came; the door was gone, so I didn’t have to deal with any other spirits, only Lynn… and maybe that person who threw that knife at me, but I didn’t want to think about her. I continued along, taking deep breaths along the way to calm my nerves. Seeing Lynn’s eyes focused entirely on me, along with her stance changing into a more battle ready one, both hands on the blade and about to strike, made my heart beat ever so faster. She was ready and I was not.
No matter how I passed the spires, the flames lit themselves and Lynn continued. There’s no outsmarting it. I stopped when there was only one pair of spires before the middle of the hall. This was the last point where I can plan anything, past this is the trial. What could I plan though, it’s not like I could convince her not to slice me up, or could I? The spirits do have emotions, Miss pink made that clear, but Lynn doesn’t look like the soft type.
“Um… Hello!” This is my only shot though. “I know you’re supposed to challenge me right now, with that sword and all.” I could hear the shaking in my voice, Lynn’s not going to be convinced by this. “You’re Lynn… Flora told me your name.” She kept her stance. “I’m going to admit something here. I’m not here to fight.” Lynn’s body didn’t move, but I could see her eyes lose some of their focus. She was listening. “That would probably make me a bad guardian maiden though, wouldn’t it? “ Back to full focus, was I even having an effect on her? “I don’t fight, I do have something… I don’t know what it is, but it has guided me up this tower so far. Through the fall and fear, I’m still here at the last stretch of the trial. Miss Lynn,” she seemed about ready to strike, “my only option is to pass by you… If I make it, I don’t know, but the only thing I could do is try.” Pouring my heart out only seemed to cause Lynn to be even more ready to shut me up, but I may as well listen to my own words.
I stepped behind the boundary between safety and the trial, nowhere to go but forwards. Lynn was more than ready, which could make this the last step I make. With a breath, I dash past the spires, the orange flames flaring up beside me. Lynn didn’t react, but simply stood her ground. I kept going, stopping will only give her a chance to attack. Our eyes were locked and the moment had almost come. I figure I would jump around to avoid her, the most sensible thing to do. The pain in my legs vanished, my whole body felt like it knew this was all or nothing. I got ready to hop around until… She sheathed her sword. Lynn brought her blade to her hip, the scabbard reforming around it when she did.
“Um… What are you doing?” I stopped at the next pair of spires and just stared. Lynn didn’t speak, which felt like it was more out of principle than because spirits can’t talk. She passed by me, my gaze locking onto her as she approached and pressed the button at the stair end of the hall. The hall reverted to it’s boring, eye hurting state, and Lynn gestured me towards the staircase. I was confused. Did I pass the last trial or did I fail it? Maybe I convinced her not to fight me? I guess it doesn’t matter, I’m finished the last trial. Lynn gave me a slow nod as I passed by her.
“I’m hopefully gonna see you again soon.” She closed her eyes, and I made my way up the stairs.
The nearly night sky was a well welcomed sight. The Spire’s shining light showed a new beauty in the darkness of night, which was hard to appreciate from inside the spire. When I reached the top, I could see a woman, tall with long purple hair that covered one eye wearing a tight fitting violet gown with the emblem of a star surrounded by a grand wing printed on the side. She stood in front of a fountain, whose stone was made of white and black stone that danced around between the two shades in a graceful pattern. Light flowed through the fountain instead of water, creating a bright aura around it.
The woman started to approach me. “It’s good to see our balloon heroine made it. I was worried about you. That fall did look nasty and I was starting to think that you would be our newest spirit.”
“Wait… Were you the one that threw that knife at me?” That was the only thought that came to my mind after she said that.
“If it calms you heart, I did feel bad for doing that. I don’t usually participate in the trials, but I couldn’t have you just float up here like that. A bit too easy in my opinion.” She went to pinch my cheek but I backed away. “Your death wasn’t what I wanted, only for you to go through the Spire.”
“So does that mean I failed?” I looked down at my feet. It would be crushing to have been told that all I went through didn’t matter.
She lifted my chin up with a smile on her face. “No, you still faced the adversities of the Spire, so in my books, you passed.”
“So I’m a Guardian Maiden now?” She took her hand off my face and backed away.
“Nearly. You have one more trial, a trial of heart, a trial of judgement.” She moved to the side and her hands pointed to the fountain.
On the fountain’s top was a shining being, although not like the spirits who looked like they were made from light, but more as if whatever that was and the glimmering aura that surrounded them were one. The being had the shape of a young woman with skin made of a pale yellow and pink hair that flowed out and around her. She wore a dress that was both visible yet looked as if it was melding with her skin, as if it was made of light, magic and her own life. Four wings graced the strange being’s back, two pink, two yellow, and as brilliant as the being herself. She opened her eyes and looked on at me.
“Her name is Alice.” The purple haired woman said. “She’s the patron Glacara of the Guardian Spire, and she will be judging you.”
Thats… That’s a Glacara, huh. In front of me was one of the powerful beings that gave us magic and took it away just as fast. I should of expected for there to be a Glacara here, but that doesn’t make me feel any more ready. Also she’s going to be judging me, what’s going to happen if she doesn’t like me?
The storm of thoughts in my mind paralyzed me where I stood. I need to make a good impression, but what do I do when I’m faced by a celestial god! Should I bow? Kneel? It feels like what I should do, but it also feels wrong.
The purple haired woman grabbed my arm and lifted me up when I was about to fall to my knees. “You seem confused… or scared, your face makes it hard to tell. I can bring you to Alice if you can’t get yourself there.”
“That would be nice Miss…” Exhaustion from the trials mixed with my stress, which made my voice sound quiet. I couldn’t faint here.
“Oh, you don’t have to be formal. My name is Rosalynn.” She grabbed my arm and walked me to the fountain. To my surprise, the fountain actually had water in it at the bottom. The water was perfectly still, making it look more like a mirror that reflected Alice’s Glacara grace. Rosalynn helped me stand and look up to Alice.
“Madam Alice, we have another who has survived the Spire’s trials and awaits your judgement.”
“She more looks like she’s waiting for a nap.” My head jolted up at Alice when she said that. Both her arms and legs were crossed as she sat at the fountain’s top, with a smirk on her face that I didn’t expect to see on a Glacara.
“Um, sorry. It’s just that this whole situation has drained most of everything out of me, and being judged by a Glacara doesn’t help with my nerves.”
“I guess I can understand. You went through several floors of hell and that scream when Rosy threw that knife at you tore a tiny hole in my heart. The possibility of that all going to waste must be the highest point on the “this was a mistake” spire that rests on your soul, huh?” Alice leaned towards me. I was expecting a Glacara to be more formal in her speech, but this could make it easier to talk to her at least.
“I wouldn’t describe it like that…”
Alice took a breath. “So be it. No matter how this all looks, it’s time for judgement. Put your hands in a nice soak in the fountain, then I’ll tell Rosy if she should throw you off the spire.”
Rosalynn turned her head to me, “I’ll escort you down, we don’t toss people off the Spire.”
I let myself out of Rosalynn’s arms and kneeled in front of my fountain, dipping my hands into its waters. Waves formed the shape of stars around my fingertips when they touched the water’s surface. The soreness from the trials started to leave my body. A feeling of warmth and comfort made its way into my fingertips and spread throughout me. My mind nodded off and created a mythic hot spring around me that cured my wounds and woes. A place of comfort and healing that I never wanted to leave…
“Do you feel better Gem?” Alice snapped me out of my dreaming. Her voice sounded more gentle than before. “Sorry if I interrupted your well needed rest, but you should know that I’m done with your judgement.”
“That’s all I needed to do?” I wanted to scratch my head, but my fingers refused to leave the water.
“Indeed.” Alice seemed to have a newfound grace that she didn’t have before. “Do not underestimate a Glacara’s magic, you should know that.”
“Sorry!”
“It is fine.” She giggled. “Now, you came here for your own reasons. A feeling of being lost, of wanting to be a help more than a burden. Both selfish, like the wish for adventure, and caring, like to give the one you care the most about a less stressful world.”
“Ah…”
“I have seen through your heart and soul Gem, your questions and thoughts are part of me at this moment.” I flinched and fell backwards, ripping my hands out of the fountain. “You do not have a hostile soul, there is no part of you that wishes to fight and harm others. Is that correct?”
“Yes.” While my body wasn’t sore anymore, all I could feel in my head was a feeling of dizziness, as if some cord was yanked out in my head.
“If you were to become a Guardian Maiden, would you be willing to fight others?”
“Somewhat?” My head was starting to get back together. What did Alice do to me?
“Do not worry, not all of the Glacara’s guardians fight head on with their enemies, others support and protect their allies and those around them.”
“Why are you asking me this, weren't you just in my mind?”
“I’m telling you all this because… You would make a wonderful Guardian Maiden.” I simply stared at Alice, woozy from both excitement and from having a Glacara poking through my mind.
“Are you saying that I’m a Guardian Maiden now?”
“That’s what I just said!” Her loud, informal voice came back.
From behind me, I could hear Rosalynn clapping. “Congratulations Gem, it’s always nice to have another member.” She stopped clapping and walked closer to the fountain. “Should we signal the others and tell them the good news.”
“Aw, yeah, of course! New maiden parties are always the best.” Alice’s snapped her fingers before staring out into the distance. “That should wake any of the sleepy girls up, and notify those that are out in the field.” Then her gaze went back to me. “Now Gem, when you become a Glacara Guardian, or Guardian Maiden in this case, you get a couple of neat, magical gifts.”
“To be more exact, you gain a link to the Spire and a your own magical item to help you as a Guardian Maiden.” Rosalynn added.
“Let’s start with the the Spire Link.” Alice rubbed her hands together and smiled down at me. “It’s something you wear that lets Rosy and I tell you when stuff’s going down, along with being what gives you your defence and a cutesy outfit.”
“Okay?” I scratched at my head. We get supplied with a cute outfit, makes some sense, most of the Guardian Maidens I’ve seen definitely stood out compared to everyone else.
“It’s usually some sort of accessory or trinket, like a locket, ring or a rubix cube if you’re into that. Just make sure it’s something you can easily see, I still remember when Ce thought a choker as a link was a good idea. Trying to signal her felt like some being was trying to punish me…”
“Pardon Alice’s tangent. Choose whatever you feel Gem, as long as it fits that criteria.” Rosalynn piped up, which made her feel like Alice’s unnecessary translator.
I stared at my reflection in the fountain’s mirror-like water, my star hair clip felt more visible than normal against my bright orange hair.
“I do have this hair cl…”
“If it’s on your head, then it’s immediately disqualified from being your link.” Alice sighed. “I’m worried about my decision to make you a Guardian Maiden if you don’t know what ‘easily visible’ means.”
“Well, then could you turn it into something that does work, like a necklace. It’s just that it’s important to me.” I took the hair clip out of my hair and held it in my hands. The star was a bit over sized for what would normally be on a hair clip, which was made it stand out.
“I can do that, if you don’t mind throwing it into the fountain.” With one more glance at the hair pin, I closed my eyes and tossed it into the fountain. “Give me a few more seconds and… Your Spire Link is made!” I opened my eyes to Alice upside down on the fountain, a silver necklace with my grey star swaying ever so slightly in her hands. I leaped up and grabbed it from the Glacara’s hand, although I almost landed in the water doing that.
“You know that stuff’s not for swimming in. Watch yourself.” Alice brought herself upright on the fountain. “Ignoring that though, try your link on, and watch the Glacara magic at work.” I put the necklace over my head and around my neck. Feeling it, the star seemed mostly the same, but yet, a bit foreign at the same time. It felt less like plastic, but instead, it was something different yet stronger.
It wasn’t until it glowed a bright orange that it really showed it’s differences.
“And there it is!” Alice gave some jazz hands at the kind of disappointing display.
“While it isn’t that spectacular, this light will be how we signal you, as well as tell you about nearby threats and magic.” Rosalynn stared at my link before looking back at me.
“Rosy, do you have to keep undercutting me like that, especially around the new Maiden?”
“Well, maybe if you were a little less brash, Rosalynn wouldn’t need to.” The sounds of footsteps, along with a new voice came from behind me. “Also, it looks like we have a new Maiden joining us. That’s why you signaled us, right?”
“Yeah.” Alice gestured towards both me and the other Maiden. “Gem, meet our gothic extraordinaire, also known as the reason for for the “your link must be visible” rule, Catherine!”
Catherine walked to my side, a tall girl with long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail with a bright red bow. She wore a crimson dress, covered with black ribbons, lace and bows, with a large bow that made its home at the dress’s middle, its ribbon wrapping around Catherine’s waist. A black heart adorned the dress’s neckline, with others appearing at the bottom of the dress and on a crimson garment that wrapped around her wrist. On her forehead was one of those masquerade party masks, sharing the crimson with black lace look with her dress. At her side was a thin sword in a black and gold scabbard.
“Please stop bringing that up, especially around the new Maiden.”
“If it makes you feel better, the newbie over here wanted to make her’s a hair clip.” Alice laughed, but no one joined her, probably for my sake.
“You did say that this came with a costume or something?” I decided to change the topic.
“It used to come with a default Guardian Maiden outfit, but an incident happened where someone threw their link off the Spire after having a fit about the outfit, and now if you want your outfit, you have to get it made by the tailor, Pura.” They have a tailor here? I think I might of underestimated how much they took this outfit stuff seriously. “Let’s do that later though. It’s more important to give you the thing that lets you do the cool magical stuff, then what you’re wearing while you do the cool magical stuff.”
“It’s time to choose what you want as your Glacara Gift Gem. Whatever you dream of can become your mystical reality. Take your time.” Rosalynn gave me an comforting pat on the back.
“Anything… and this is where my magic comes from, right?”
“Yes, and if need an example, this is my Glacara Gift.” Catherine chimed in before unscheathing her sword, a black rapier with gold streaks with a guard that danced around the handle. It was fancy, but I’m not really a sword person. “It doesn’t have to be a weapon of course. What you want is your choice.”
“This feels like a big decision that I wasn’t ready for. I don’t know what I want.” I scratched at my head. Anything I want is a lot of choices…
“You know what ,” Catherine put her sword back and put her hand on my shoulder, “let’s start with what you like. You’re going to be using your gift for a long time after all.”
“Well, I do like to draw.” I almost teared up when I said that. All my sketchbooks were left at home with Evie when I left… I wonder how she’s doing.
“Oh, a fellow artist.” Ce giggled then smiled. “A creative gift sounds like it could be both fun and useful.”
“You’re thinking of something artsy, huh.” Alice laid down on top of the fountain, looking down at me. “Dip your fingers in and maybe if we put our minds together, we can make something good.” Although I was hesitant, I dipped my fingers in the fountain’s waters. Like before, the feeling of calm entered my body, bringing it to its own heaven. “And done!” The warm feeling left all at once.
“What... just happened? What’s with this water?” I said while I took my fingers out of the fountain again.
“That’s not the water doing that to you, that’s the embrace of a Glacara’s soul against your own. Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Alice wrapped her arms around herself, mimicking a hug. “Possibly uncomfortable soul hugging aside, here’s your maiden day present.” She tossed me down what looked like an pen. I fumbled it a bit, but caught it in the end. The pen had a fancy looking body, which seemed like a mix between a calligraphy pen and a drawing pen. It was bigger than a normal pen but not by much, and it was a vibrant rainbow colour other than the gold tip and a glass panel that held rainbow ink inside. Like the pen’s body, the tip also looked off, with the appearance of a calligraphy tip that was made more fanciful in design, but more useless for actual calligraphy. Although I shouldn’t judge, it’s magical after all.
“So what does it do?”
“I dug the idea out of your subconscious, you should…” Alice put her hands up to her face and took a deep breath. “I understand I said something stupid there, so I’m sorry. It’s a magical pen, it should be self-explanatory. You draw stuff, it exists, watch your ink, try it out.”
I stopped examining the pen and decided to see what it can do, my hand going from holding the pen’s end to holding it as if I was ready to draw. What to draw though… I waved the pen about, but nothing came out. Maybe I need paper.
“Hey Gem!” I was startled by the voice behind me, with my hand swinging towards the voice due to me losing my balance. It was Flora… with a rainbow ribbon draped over her head. At least the pen works. She pulled the ribbon off her head and laughed. “I can see you got your gift but you look no different. Just got up here?” Flora dropped the ribbon into my hands, its colourful fabric melted into ink that flew back into the pen. While I was distracted by the flow of the ink. Flora grabbed me into nearly crushing hug. “So, how far did those balloons take you?”
“Not far enough for her.” Rosalynn replied with the back of her hand covering a grin.
“Well, you made it up here at least.” Flora looked away with a concerning face. “I was worried that I should have told you to go through the normal way, then the spirits would at most knock you out, and not have to shoot you down to your death. Sorry.” She brought her sight back up and smiled, “Seeing you up here is a relief though.”
“So, what to do now Gem?” Alice laid down on top of the fountain with her face resting in her hands. Relaxed and casual, especially for a deity-like being. “You want to wait for everyone else, or do you want to see Pura so you can wear something that’s not a torn sweater?” That kind of struck a nerve. The clothes on my back are my only mementos of home; they may be damaged, but they’re still mine.
“I can bring you to pura, he’s a bit out of the way, and it gives me a chance to connect to my new teammate.” Flora pulled me away against my will, a smile on her face with a dash of worry.
Flora found me on the streets a day or so after I ran from Evie. I can remember when she dropped out of high school to train to become a Guardian Maiden. People mocked her, expecting to see her either dead or working at a dead end job in her future. Yet, here she is, with a green dress that danced like petals in the wind and a grand longsword on her back. She’s kind of stunning to be honest.
We walked down into the spire, the color shifting walls were causing my eyes to ache again.
“Yeah, the walls are kind of painful to look at. We don’t have to worry about that now, watch this.” Flora touched the pink flower on the cuff of her sleeve. The room pulsed white along it’s walls before fading to the green of a midnight forest, with a ceiling that mimicked the night sky and a path of pink flowers in front of us. “Each room of the Spire acts kinda like a blank slate and your link can make them into whatever you want.” It’s amazing being exposed to all this magic, especially when I’m able to use it. I took a hold of my star necklace and imagined an… um… Oh, let’s go with cosy cabin hallway. The room pulsed again, its walls turning to logs with light from the candles that hung on the wall that gave the room a nice, natural brightness.
“You’re getting a hang of somethings. Learning what your link can do is a good start.” Flora walked on to the door at the end of the hallway. “Still we shouldn’t hang around and leave Pura waiting.”
Together, we headed through the spire. What was a maze of blinding rooms became tests of our imaginations. It was fun having little contests in each room of who can make a better design. Between our little bouts, Flora and I would talk about what I should expect.
“So, there’s you, me, and Ce. Are there any other Glacara Guardians?”
Flora nodded. “Yeah, there’s also Naomi and Ami. Naomi seems a bit off putting at first, but I feel that you two will get along.”
“What about Ami?”
“Ami’s a bit strange in her… existence. Still a wonderful person.” It’s hard to tell what she meant by her ‘existence’ but I guess that will wait til I meet her.
We ran into spirits every now and then. A light blue spirit in a noble looking outfit, the sweet pink spirit, who I was told was named Peri, and eventually Lynn.
“That’s our combat teacher.” Flora said after we passed by Lynn.
“So, we’re trained by a spirit?” I thought if anyone were to be in charge of our training, it would be Alice.
“She may be a spirit now, but I heard that she was the Glacara Guardians best swordswoman when she was still alive. I can tell you that Lynn is still very good with a blade… and that she hates people who act too cocky.” An uneasy smile appeared on Flora’s face
“Are you saying that she ‘was’ a Guardian Maiden? Wait, does that mean that if I die, I’ll become a glowy spire servant?”
“Maybe, that’s something you would have to ask Alice. I don’t know much about how spirits came to be.” Flora scratched at her head. Spirits, I guess the name makes sense now. So they used to be Glacara Guardians, kind of makes me rethink what I’m doing.
Flora guided me to a wall, which hid a door that she revealed using her link. “Pura’s ahead. Don’t worry, he’s a nice Glacara, well, nicer than Alice.” Wait, Pura’s a Glacara? I should have expected that there would be more than one Glacara here, but not one that worked as a costume designer.
“He’s a Glacara?”
“Well, he looks human, but Alice says otherwise. She could be messing with us though.” I’ve only met Alice today, and I still agree with Flora. I went to open the door, not knowing to expect a graceful being of the stars or a human. Flora gave me a wave as I entered inside.
A pink and white swirl pattern covered the walls of the room, and across from the door was someone who looked pretty human. Mannequins stood on one side of the room, some wearing cute dresses as they stared at the other end of the room. A large pink chest with a pair of scissors on top of it stood against the end of a bed. Pura sat on a cushioned stool, focused on whatever her was doing at his desk.
“Hello?” Pura tilted his head to the side, his short pink hair flicking to the side, before he spun around to face me.
“My, it’s nice to see we have a new face. Oh! Do we have a new maiden?” Pura clapped his hands and smiled. His voice was soft, with a bit of a melody. It had a warmth that comforted and calmed the nerves. “I’m Pura! What’s your name Miss new maiden?” Definitely a lot more polite than Alice.
“Yup, I’m the new maiden. The name’s Gem.” I strolled further into the room, with Pura meeting me halfway.
“Your name is Gem? Then you must be a worthwhile girl to have such a precious name.” Is he flirting with me? I’m not one to date human boys, much less Glacara ones.
“So do you make the outfits?” Pura nodded.
“I’m the tailor of the Guardian Spire, the one who will create the outfit that cloaks you in the style of your heart and soul. Can I see your link?” He held his hand out, a still smile holding its place on his face. I hesitated giving it to him, I didn’t want anything to happen to it. He let me take my time though, and eventually I placed it in his hand. “You’re acting cautious. I didn’t think I was that off putting?” Really, Pura wasn’t off putting at all, if anything, how he dressed made him look kinda precious. A white shirt with an absurdly large pink bow and frills, with matching white pants. His Pastel pink hair twitched as he stared on at me.
“No, you’re fine” I scratched the back of my head. “That star is just important to me.”
“I understand.” His pink eyes glanced over at me, before holding up the link in the air. “Most Guardian Maidens have their link close to their heart, and it’s not because Alice loses her mind when the link is on their head.” He chuckled. “Jokes aside, your star is safe in my hands Miss Gem.” He pressed my link against his chest and grabbed my hand.
“I’m sorry but..” A feeling like that of a sweet mist, tasting like vanilla and smelling just as nice flowed through me. It reminded me of the feeling from Alice’s fountain, but with its own flavor.
“I’m not flirting with you Miss Gem, don’t worry. I just need to know what kind of outfit will fit the maiden right in front of me.” The pink chest opened on its own, fabric and ribbons flying out and circling the two of us. “Besides, I’m taken.” He let go of my hand and backed away. Before I could get myself together from having a glacara poking around my soul, the fabric and ribbons wrapped around me, trapping me in a cocoon of cloth.
“Hey!, Pura, what are you doing?” I pushed against the fabric walls, but they didn’t give.
“Don’t worry, It’s just part of the sewing process.” I took a fashion class in school, I know that this isn’t how sewing works! Glowing pink sewing needles pierced through the cocoon, stabbing through my torso. I screamed at first until I realized that the needles didn’t hurt. They felt odd though, like as if a dot of bright sunlight was shining upon where they struck. Needles upon needles stuck into me, turning me into a celestial pin cushion. Now I’m debating if I knew what I signed up for. The needles’ glow intensified and after a few seconds of blinding me, they exploded into a light that blew the cocoon into nothing.
“Voila, your outfit is done Miss Gem!” Pura smiled at me with his hands on his chest. With his finger, he drew a rectangle in the air, creating a floating mirror that showed my new look.
A frilly, gray coat with star shaped buttons covered over a dress that wasn’t there before. The dress was separated into two pieces by a rainbow ribbon and bow. The lower half puffed out, thanks to the petticoat underneath, with blotches of paint moving through the white fabric as if it was water. A long, starry scarf wrapped around my neck, and a gray beret made itself a home on my head. White and orange striped stockings covered my legs, which headed down into a pair of soft, white boots with an orange bow wrapped around it.
“Wow!” I turned myself to look at Pura’s handiwork. Normally, I wear whatever feels comfy and fun, but this was a hell of a transformation. “I love it! Thank you Pura”
“I only made it into reality Miss Gem, it was you who designed it. My, do you look like an artist of wonder and grace.” I do have to admit, I could see myself blushing in the mirror, although I then realized something.
“So… what happened to my normal clothes?” Pura held out my link, which let out an orange glow. The glow spread from the link to my outfit, nearly enveloping me in it entirely. With noise of a faint pop, my clothes turned back to normal, the rest of the light buzzing around like fireflies before flickering out.
“You were wearing them the whole time, Miss Gem.” He tossed the link to me, which I fumbled with until it landed in my hands. “Whenever you want, you can will your Guardian Maiden form from your link.” I put on my star necklace and decide to try it out. My focus goes into the link, the thoughts of my new destiny and helping those hurt by witches such as Evie made the light come back over the link. It danced around me, a storm of orange shooting stars that become one with me until my cutesy artist clothes popped back into existence.
“Wow. I don’t have much else to say.”
“I can feel your gratitude coming off you Miss Gem, don’t worry about that.” He strolled back to his desk. “We’re done here, I’m sure the others would love to see you in your Guardian Maiden beauty.”
“Aw, thank you! I’ll show the others right away.” I ran out of the room, giving our celestial tailor a wave with my leave. Rushing out turned out to be not the best idea, as I run into what felt like a oversized, melting gummy bear. I stumble back to see a couple of new faces, one from a smiley red haired girl with glassy wings behind her, and another from… a girl made entirely of dark purple goo in what looks like a schoolgirl outfit that went a bit overboard.
“My, it looks like our new recruit is in hurry. Are you alright?” The gooey girl said as she grabbed me to help my balance. It was a nice thing to do, but the only thought that came to my mind was if a bit of her was going to get stuck in my clothes. “There you go. Your name is Gem isn’t it?” She held her hand out to me. “I’m Ami, the brains of the group as the others would say. It’s nice to meet you.” We shook hands, but I couldn’t help but just feel the squishiness of her hands. It did hit me that I might have been getting carried away.
“Having fun?” The red hair girl started to laugh at us.
“Don’t worry about it. I understand it’s your first time meeting someone like me.” She let go of my hand and flicked at the slimey clumps of what could be considered hair that covered her right eye. “I’m a being made of a witch’s magic and various kinds of ingredients. While my kind don’t really have a name for ourselves, as there’s only about three of us, the others call us slime girls. It’s a silly, but fitting name.” I do have to admit, it is fitting. She’s definitely slimey.
Ami turned her head to the other girl. “Naomi, it’s time for you to introduce yourself.” Naomi walked from the wall she leaned against and towards me, sticking her own hand out once in arms reach.
“I’m Naomi, the spire’s local happiness fairy.” The smile she had since I first saw her grew with every word she spoke.
“A fairy?” I’ve heard of fairies before. They were the Glacaras’ magical servants until they got enough people to become Glacara Guardians. Most of them disappeared a long while ago, so I never expected to see one outside of history textbooks.
“Yeah, I’m probably the last happiness fairy out there. Enough about me though, is our new maiden ready for her celebration?” Right, Alice mentioned a party. Sounds pretty fun really.
“Of course I’m ready for a party!” With my joy, the three of us took off to the top of the Spire.
Everyone’s outfit had their own special style. Ami’s was a dress that reminded me of a schoolgirl’s outfit with that cute sailors tie. Her dress was covered in ribbons and little, diamond shaped buttons that gave it such an adorable charm. In her gooey hair was a bow that look puffed up like a bubble of her ooze.
“I actually didn’t design my outfit.” Ami said as we walked. “I’m not a fashionable person, but my sister is. I had her design it.”
“Can slime girls have sisters?” Didn’t know if I was being rude asking that, but my curiosity overcame me.
“We were made in different pots, but we still consider each other sisters. Her name is Peri, you might have met her during your trial.”
“Peri’s the goofy pink spirit with the magic rifle. It’s hard not to miss her.” Naomi butted in.
“Oh, I remember her! She was a bit too friendly for someone who was trying to shoot me down.” Ami let out a soft laugh, although I’m kind of curious how someone like her laughs when she’s made of goo.
“That’s Peri alright. She’s not too fond of the trials, but she participates anyways.”
Naomi walked next to me, smiling on at me, Ami, and at times, nothing. Her red dress flowing about, bows on the bottom of her dress bobbing with her every step. Her gloves were a silky white, waves of crimson stained the end of the gloves, circling around Naomi’s arm. Around Naomi’s neck was a black bandana with what looked to be a frown drawn in chalk.
“So, what’s the bandana for?” Naomi held the end of the bandana in her hand as she responded to my question.
“Well, I can’t really stop smiling, so I put in on in during battle so it doesn’t seem like I’m enjoying it.” Naomi scratched her head. “It’s more for the other guardian maidens than the enemy though. They tend to find my mid battle smile disturbing.”
“Wait, you can’t stop smiling?”
“Well, I am a happiness fairy. Smiling is in our blood.”
“Can you grin too?” Naomi bellowed out a laugh.
“Eh, it’s close enough to a smile. Probably.”
Eventually the three of us made it back to the top, passing by Lynn, who bowed when Naomi waved to her. The top of the spire was covered in decorations. Balloons of all different colours and sizes cluttered the spire, reflecting the beautiful light of the fountain. Shining ribbons flew around the spire, making a light show that looked like a rainbow meteor shower that filled the night. Rosalynn and Flora were kept busy blowing up balloons while Ce sat with a tray of cupcakes in her arms.
“My, my, our little newbie looks like a fancy girl.” Alice kept her place on top of the fountain. She grabbed the pink balloon she was playing with out of the air. “Could you perhaps draw me miss artist?” Alice balanced herself upside down, grining at me as her hair flopped down.
“I’m not really in a drawing mood. Um, is everyone still setting up the party?”
“It’s pretty much all ready, we’re just having some fun waiting for you.” Flora said while tieing up the end of a big, orange balloon.
“I told Rosy to make it up to you for all those balloons she popped, so she’s gonna be doing this all night.” Alice tossed her balloon at Rosalynn, a needle of light protecting her from the harmless assault. “That’s pretty harsh, I didn’t know you hated balloons so much. Oh yeah, also the balloons that Flora blows up doesn’t count.”
Rosalynn sighed before tying up the balloon in her hands. “Good to see Pura’s handiwork fits you well. I hope you enjoy your time as a guardian maiden, you’ll have a lot of work to do once day breaks through.” She sat on the ground, out of breath while Flora kept going along with her balloons.
“So now that the person that party’s all about is here, do you think we can start with the cupcakes?” Ce held one of the cupcakes in question in her hand, looking at the orange icing and star sprinkles with desire in her eyes.
“Hell yeah! Throw one up here for me!” Ce tossed Alice a cupcake, which Alice almost failed to catch with a lack of Glacara grace. She handed out cupcakes to everyone, with me being the last.
“Hey before chowing down, let's give give our new maiden a bit of cheer. To Gem!” Flora lifted her cupcake up as she sang out my name.
“To Gem!” and everyone else joined in. I had to admit, I started to blush. Everyone was so happy to have me join them. We all unwrapped our cupcakes and started to bite into a wonderful world of vanilla. A lovely taste to start off my journey of being a guardian maiden.
Intro End!
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The Narrative
19/05/2018
The narrative has been the source of debate since the birth of this project. Constant debate about whether we should focus on the construction and musical aspect of the project instead of the narrative. Since the beginning I have leaned towards creating our own narrative. This is because there are things we want to convey to our audience and it had to be done in conjunction with the tactility that we are creating. This resulted into some interesting ideas in terms of deciding the futility of choice and how much of their choices should impact future outcomes. We initially imagined a non linear narrative and so we created a series of branches but for testing purposes we dumbed it down again to a linear storyline. Soon enough we grasped the sort of theme and style of story we wanted and so set out to create a non linear narrative. Things are working out well now and the implementation of the narrative onto the digital screen is taking shape.
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(Above is the intro to UP, in which Ben recommended we watched again because its simplicity is gorgeous and works wonders) I agree But...
However as we progressed onto the narrative I think one key factor we forgot to address was the medium at which the narrative would be read from. We sort of just went with a text based one because of our inspirations from other critically acclaimed narrative driven games, most notably; Firewatch. Not only that but it was the most feasible medium due to our limited ‘group’ size (does it even count as a group when there are only two people in it?) as well as a big chunk of the focus being poured into the physical aspect of having to design, iterate and build the mechanism at which records the choices and plays them. Upon discussing this with Ben and sharing with him our narrative structure on google doc:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1L9TF91WTBNRpziW2VhLKxsxmiUbIjTtsA94Dxiltzyk/edit?usp=sharing
he brought up the idea of portraying our narrative through a different medium such as pictures, videos or even via other senses weather it be it touch or taste. Though these are interesting areas that we could explore if this project were to have a second ending to it we currently don’t see any future in these mediums because of a few reasons. Firstly, it is often said that when creating a story, assume that your audiences are absolute baboons otherwise half of them will interpret it wrong and the other half wont even understand it at all. We like the idea of incorporating ideas or perhaps even videos. However in doing so we may remove the interpersonal relationship the audience may gain from reading a text based one. Images and other visual forms may disrupt the personal(ness) of a story when images of unfamiliar places or people are shown. We prefer to have a story that can be sympathized for without being misinterpreted and would rather have a narrative that is easy to follow along. After all, the core concept is legacy and if we manage to achieve the feeling of leaving behind one successfully then we have accomplished our core concept.
(J, 2017)
Here, an example of a narrative form taken in the shape of a series of images. Though this story is sad because it is one that is not fiction it none the less creates sympathy for the ‘character’ not the same we want. In seeing this story I gained sympathy for the creators of the medium and the characters in it. But it didn’t feel personal, it felt like I was observing a story that is taking place in front of me rather than in me. Perhaps this could be potential in an alternative project that is similar to ours.
Sheena is making good progress in implementing the narrative into Unity. This is how it looks as of now.
This Scene is Perfect
This is the Park scene from the film, “Good Will Hunting” The script in this scene is perfect. We currently are aiming for this sort of vibe in the “Mid-Life Crisis” Section of our narrative. The aim of this section is to reflect on all the decisions the player had made up to this point as a sort of foreshadowing to the legacy at which they will leave behind. I imagine that with much iteration we will eventually manage to get the player to gain a sympathetic relationship with the ‘character’ in the simulation that is supposedly themselves and have this sort of reflection point. Im not sure if I’m making any sense but the transcript for this scene speaks for itself as to what we want the player to experience:
“If I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling.
If I asked you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may even have been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
You’re a tough kid. If I asked you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more unto the breach dear friends”. But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.
I’d ask you about love and you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms ‘visiting hours’ don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.
When I look at you I don’t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presumed to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.You’re an orphan right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fucking book.
Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.“
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- J, G. (2017). This Man Took A Polaroid Every Day For 18 Years Until The Day He Died, And It’ll Break Your Heart. [online] BoredPanda. Available at: https://www.boredpanda.com/polaroid-photo-every-day-jamie-livingston/ [Accessed 19 May 2018].
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The Boy Next Door (Captain America x original character)
The night was young and so were the two relieved soldiers still in uniform, who were walking down a quiet light street. Both were quite tall around 6 feet, the one walking closest to the street on the sidewalk was blonde with handsome blue eyes and a self conscious feel about him as though he wasn’t really wanting to be there, while the other gentlemen which you could hardly call him, was completely at home in his surroundings. He had brown hair that was combed back, but unlike his friend had a few strands on the right side falling over his forehead, his eyes were the same colour as his companion’s and he wore a cunning smile. The two men just kept walking past the shops when suddenly the brown haired man stopped in front of what seemed to be a nightclub. He turned to his friend with a wide grin. “No.” The blonde gentlemen said with a stern look on his face. “Aw, come on Steve! Why not?” “You know perfectly well why not.” Steve replied indignantly. Crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh please we don’t have to leave till morning, a few minutes wouldn’t change anything.” His point may have seemed well enough for some people, but for the one and only Captain America there was no time for play while the war was going on. Llo “Bucky do I have to remind you what happened the last time you talked me into going to a nightclub?” Ah yes that had been a true disaster. Bucky had begged Steve to go to a pub with him when they were in London and they had stayed out till 4 am, Bucky was completely drunk and could barely walk, but luckily Steve who had drank as much as Bucky ,but was metabolically unable to get drunk got them to their hotel, packed their bags, and got them to the 6 o’clock train just before it was heading off. Now that was a stressful morning for Steve that he did not want to repeat. “Steve.” Bucky lowered himself to one knee and still looking up at his best friend opened his arms out in a yielding manner. “I promise you on my grandmother’s grave that I will not let what happened in London repeat itself tonight.” He declared as he still looked up with pleading eyes. Steve looked down at his comrade in disbelief and embarrassment, then looked around to see if anyone was looking. No one was, then he looked back down at his friend, he pondered the thought of them going into the nightclub, he knew that that dreadful morning would repeat itself there was no changing that, not even if Bucky swore on the graves of every ancestor he had, that was just the kind of person he was. He was just about to say no when he got this feeling in his gut, this strong gut feeling that there was something or someone in that fancy nightclub that he just had to find. He had always learned to trust those gut feelings and they had never failed him before so with a heavy sigh he threw his hands up in the air. “Alright, but this time try not to drink all the alcohol in the place.” Bucky jumped up and whacked Steve on the back. “Yes Captain!” he chuckled, leading them into the nightclub. He could hear the band playing the moment they walked in. It was quite the place; red velvet curtains hung at the entrance opening up to a large room with a small stage that had a band playing, in front of the stage was a dance floor surrounded by circular tables covered with white cloth, dozens of couples crowded the space holding each other closely, dancing to the slow jazz music that played. Only a few people were seated at the tables, but Steve could tell that the moment the song ended that almost all the seats would be gone. He just stood there dumbfounded at how many people could be fitted into one space while Bucky just grin and looked around as if it were christmas and all the young women there were presents from him to unwrap. A man in a black suit and and bow tie walked over to the two men with a welcoming smile and a thick french accent, he asked if it was just the two of them. Bucky told the host that it was just the two them for the evening, and with that the two soldiers were lead to their table which had a perfect view of the stage both from the stage and from the audience. The men settled themselves in their seats and ordered two glasses of scotch which would mostly likely be consumed by Bucky. As the song ended and their drinks arrived the lights began to dim in the room and a spotlight appeared on the closed red velvet curtains of the stage, the audience begins to clap as the band starts. First came the violins as they play the intro to the song “The Boy Next Door” by Blane, Ralph / Martin, Hugh, the curtains parted to reveal a young woman wearing a spaghetti strapped emerald green floor length silk gown with a flower beaded pattern starting from the right side of her chest crossing over to end at her left thigh. Her red hair had been pinned up on the right side allowing her fiery curls to fall perfectly down her left shoulder, her plump lips lightly painted red opened as she began to sing. The moment I saw him smile I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while In that moment Steve had forgotten how to breathe as he looked into the greenish blue eyes of the women singing on the stage. Her skin was like peaches and cream, he thought it didn’t seem possible for someone to look so fragile and soft while at the same time have such a powerful effect on the supersoldier. He leaned forward bringing his elbows onto the table and placing the palms of his hands on his chin hoping that he could make the distance between him and the beautiful woman even remotely smaller. But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to see There's no hope for me Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three Steve hung onto every word she sang wishing that the song she was singing was actually about him, which he sadly knew that wasn’t the case, he had only just seen her now, no words had ever been spoken between the two or even a quick nod or wave of hello, but he felt as though he had known this girl for his whole life, not personally of course but in the sense that he had always dreamed of meeting a nice pretty young lady just like the one singing on that stage. Just as he was thinking of this, the fair singer’s eyes turned to meet with his. Steve could feel his heart stop as her gaze did not move off of him. How can I ignore the boy next door? I love him more than I can say Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me And he never sees me glance his way In that moment Steve couldn’t contain himself, in an instant he was standing, his hands on the table staring straight at the red haired beauty who still kept her eyes on him. Bucky looked up at Steve in confusion along with a couple other audience members who looked more annoyed then confused, realising how foolish he looked Steve quickly sat back in his seat looking down at his lap blushing uncontrollably. But that feeling subsided and he looked back up to watch the young woman in the green dress, he was surprised and a little panicked to find that she was no longer on the stage but right in front of his table, still holding her microphone to her lip she continued to sing directly to him. And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door Affection for me won't display I just adore him so I can't ignore him The boy next door As she ended the verse and the band started to play a small dance sequence of the song she placed the microphone on the table and held out a hand for Steve to take. She smiled a warm, kind smile at him that made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He eagerly took her hand, she lead him to the center of the dance floor and they began to dance. The world seemed to dissolve around them till there was only the two of them and the music. She stared up at him with such entrancing eyes that as he looked at them longer and longer he felt like he was falling into them. He grin down at her bashfully and she return his smile with a blush and a downward tilt of the head, but she quickly brought her head back up to look at him as the song came to an end, they had both stopped dancing and as the last few notes were played by the violines she sang the finale verse still looking deeply into Steven’s eyes. I just adore him so I can't ignore him The boy next door After she sang her last note the whole room grew silent, neither of them had dared broken their eye contact until the audience started to roar with applause, the room felt like it was shaking from all the claps, cheers, and whistles that came from the people of the room. Bucky was standing and whistling at their table. The young lady had moved so that Steve’s hand was no longer on her waist but she still held her small hand in his large one, taking a small curtsy and gesturing to him with her free hand that he should take a bow, which he did. Thank you for reading and don't worry I'll post some more soon 😊 Please leave me comments and suggestions
#captain america#fanfic#original#original character#romance#marvel#bucky barnes#captain america x reader#fangirl
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