#im behind on getting 0.1 of his listeners

[medtech-mara]

Tag game- Random songs edition

I was tagged by @clockworkvenus

Mine is a bit of a mixed bag as well.... and i have a music taste that most in this community do not jive with. Or maybe when they think I say I love the Weeknd, Its like "ahaha blinding lights is soooo good.. TAKE MY BREATH" kinda situation, or maybe they are not ready for listening to DAWN FM playing as V yet, I DONT KNOW.

Forget by Twin Shadow

Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai (Slap a bleached blonde mullet and he looks like jihzzy i swear, huge fan, love him SOOOO MUCH)

Wake Me Up by The Weeknd ft. JUSTICE

Low Life by Future ft. The Weeknd

W.A.P by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion (😳)

LIMBO By KESHI

Dabbington City by NXCRE and The Villians

Rock with You by Michael Jackson

さいとうまりな - Crazy For You by Marina Saito (It's my unofficial opener for an anime in my universe, its like Sailor moon meets Space Mechs. I love music from all languages)

Like That by Keshi

WAAAAY LESS Weeknd that I had expected. I guess you all were blessed. Honestly I think its actually a pretty good mix of what i listen to. Surprised none of the old emo songs didn't come up. It would have likely been A Day to Remember or Pierce the Veil.

I do want to do an honorable mention that played right after i reached 10.

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

and I found this awesome mashup of Thriller x Wake Me Up which is everything i needed. so I'm actually going to log off and do the thriller and some wack ass dance moves i come up with on the fly.

[heymacy]

hi! i haven’t seen mickeyless seasons so i wanted to ask if ian ever has issues about being bipolar like he did with mickey? like him breaking up in s5 for not wanting to see mickey hurt and s10 when he asks if he’s crazy for wanting to be with him! i think i read somewhere that caleb? maybe had a talk about self love or whatever to ian but that dude was horrendous ( not that trevor was best for what ive seen ) so im not sure that counts ahah

hi anon!

yes, ian grappling with his disorder is a very very big theme throughout seasons 6, 7, 8, and 9. in fact i would argue that aside from him becoming an EMT, the bipolar storyline is his most significant one (i typed out my response and it got very long so i'm going to put it below the cut 💛)

in s6 he is fresh off of the diagnosis, the breakup, and coping with mickey going to prison (and he was definitely trying to cope, he still loved him and seeing someone you love locked up is immeasurably hard. i feel like we don't talk about this enough). he feels very aimless and it isn't until an incident (he's a bystander to a car crash and rescues a woman from a burning vehicle) that he finds his new path (becoming an EMT, which he does by the end of s6). caleb was absolutely awful in so many ways but the one good thing he did do was encourage and support ian in finding a new life path, which is the only credit i will give him. there's also a deleted scene in s6 that is so, so important re: understanding how mentally ill people are viewed and treated in society and of course ian's monologue about how he's good at his job because of his illness, which is one of my favorite scenes in the entire show.

in s7, he's getting healthy again and taking his meds, but it isn't without struggle. there's a very poignant and important scene (part one, part two) with lip where he expresses his struggles with his disorder and how hard it is for him to cope with taking his meds and listening to the warning signs for episodes (he was behaving in ways akin to a hypomanic episode/showing signs of slipping into an episode just before the conversation happens). by the end of the season, after he leaves mickey at the border, he's still relatively stable, but the emotional triggers of leaving mickey behind + monica's death start to take a toll on him, which we see in s8. there's also the trevor of it all in s7, but that's a whole other issue. trevor did not have a positive impact on ian's self-esteem whatsoever and even went so far as to demand ian forgive monica and "move on" after knowing 0.1% of the history between the two of them. that scene in particular makes me unfathomably angry and i just know it was deeply, deeply triggering for ian to hear that from someone he cared about.

in s8, we have the gay jesus storyline, which i absolutely detest and hate to discuss, but it's part of his story and it needs to be acknowledged. he's taken advantage of a lot this season, propelled towards some sort of fucked up end goal with very little control over his circumstances, and it quickly spirals out of control. while the writers never explicitly state that ian is hypo/manic during this season, you can watch the progression happen if you pay close enough attention. despite not being given a lot to work with, cameron did a great job at playing the nuances of bipolar disorder this season, showing ian's descent into hypo/mania as the gay jesus movement grows and warps.

in s9, he's in prison for the first time and is noticeably manic. after being released, he starts seeking out meaning and purpose in religion. eventually he's forced to face the consequences of his actions and pleads not guilty to arson by reason of insanity, not only defying the wishes of the gay jesus followers (they feared him going public with his diagnosis and pleading insanity would delegitimize the movement) but also finally choosing to really acknowledge his disorder, reckon with it, and make peace with it, in a strange sort of way. it's a very important and pivotal moment for his character and cameron absolutely delivers during his plea monologue.

if you've see s10 you know how his self-worth takes a hit regarding the marriage storyline, and how he's so terrified of marrying mickey because 1) he doesn't know if he's capable of being a good partner because he doesn't feel like he had good examples of healthy marriage standards growing up and 2) he isn't sure mickey knows what he's signing up for re: his disorder and everything it entails. which, of course, is not the case, because mickey doesn't love him in spite of his disorder, he loves him completely, and his disorder is just a part of that. he wants all of him, always, and that's a huge plot point in s10 and s11 ("i gotta worry, you're my husband" scene my absolute beloved).

anyway. the short answer is that yes, ian spends a lot of time grappling with his disorder and the realities of life as a bipolar human. he deals with issues regarding his self-worth, his purpose, and his relationships. speaking as a bipolar individual, i can say with absolute certainty that coming to terms with your diagnosis is a long, arduous process that takes many years and a lot of commitment to achieve. it's not easy, and though the writers dropped the ball on a LOT of storylines in the show, they did a pretty damn good job of showing how hard it is to cope and live with the realities of bipolar disorder and everything that entails.

if you ever want to see more of his journey, gallavichscenes on youtube has playlists of all of ian's scenes in season 6, season 7, season 8, and season 9. i highly recommend watching the show in its entirety but if you don't want to do that, i recommend at the very least watching the rest of ian's storyline. it colors so much of his story and mickey's and it's hard to fully comprehend the extent of their relationship without understanding that storyline. i hope this answered your question! sending tons and tons of love 💛

[vemuabhi]

City Lights - Kaminari Denki

“Baby you, me, and the city lights.”

- Unknown

Annyong Haseyo!!! Im here to submit my piece for the collab “Varsity blues” by @miriobaby​ ​ 

Pairing :  Denki X Fem! Reader

Word count : 1.9K

Genre : University AU, Fluff, Romance

A/N : I chose to do SFW for this because Denki is such a baby. I absolutely love him and this collab is so cute. But, if there is any complication, I am ready to switch the piece I submitted.

copyright © vemuabhi

“So, this is the dorm”, you thought as you climbed the stairs of the dorm. The building seemed deserted as if no one were here yet. But of course, The College will start in another 3 days. So not many people will come to dorms yet. Your room was 109, so the first floor and 9th room. You walked towards the brown door, which had the number 109. Trying to unlock the door with your key was a fail, so you knocked on the door twice and a voice hoarse voice replied, “Coming”.

‘Wait? Is it me or that voice was’, your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and a young man with blond hair was standing before you dressed in white tank top and blue jeans. His eyes widened as soon as he saw you just like yours.

“Wait why are you here?”, he asked you looking in the corridor and making sure to keep quiet.

“I’m here to move in?”, your reply sounded more like a question. He didn’t fail to notice your confused expression.

“Huh? Wait. This is the boys dormitory. I’m pretty sure you got the wrong place”, he kept his volume low trying not to make any noise. You gasped at his words. ‘Oh my! how did I make a mistake like this?!’, you panicked as the next door creaked open. Getting your and the blond guys attention. His eyebrows furrowed and with one arm he pulled you inside swiftly while the other dragged your suitcase into his room. He shut the door behind him and leaned on the door with his back. He placed one hand on the side of your face and kept you close to his chest. As he kept his complete concentration to not make much noise and listen to what was happening outside.

“Be Quiet”, he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine. He was so close to you. His arms were so strong and you were able to even smell his cologne. ‘What the hell’, you thought then you heard a knock on the door.

“Kami! Was anyone here? I thought I heard someone”, a voice inquired making you place your hands on your mouth to not make a single sound.

“N- No Mineta. Just me. I was just talking to myself”, The blond replied as he gulped.

“Oh… Okay, That’s weird dude. Anyway I was about to ask you if you were free, so we can hangout.”, hearing it made the blond to frown even more.

“Ah, actually it’s not a good time now… So, if you excuse me, I’ll change my clothes and take a nap”, while he replied he pulled you even closer to him as if… he was trying hard to not let anyone know about you.

“Is that so. Then okay, lets hangout some other time”, you could hear footsteps and a sound of door closing.

You removed your hands from your lips but that moment, the blond placed his hand over your mouth and shook his head as his concentration stayed on what was happening outside. After what felt like a half minute, you heard the sound of door opening and closing. AGAIN. ‘WTF!? That guy was outside all this time?! If I talked he’d have definitely known’, you thought. You then understood why this guy closed your mouth again.

Then the guy slowly dropped his hand from your mouth exhaled in relief. He then looked at you and saw how close you were to him, how he was the one actually holding you all this time made him almost shriek but he kept his cool and instantly removed his hands from you giving you space to move back from him.

His face turned 100 shades of red just in 0.1 second. He inhaled and spoke, “Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t taking advantage of you. It’s just that, even if there are less guys here, I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable”. This made your heart to skip a beat. You really liked it when guys respected women.

“So, let’s get you out from here asap”, he said as he turned the door knob and peeked outside to make sure no one was loitering around. You took your luggage in your hands readily.

When he saw that the coast was clear he turned towards you with a finger on his lips. Indicating to stay quiet. Then he took the luggage from your hands and slid his hand into yours and exited his room. Luckily it being the first floor, you had not much problem getting out.

After you were out of the boys dormitory, you both were relived. “Thankyou”, you smiled at him making him to blush.

“It was nothing. I was just scared that by if any chance my friend found out that a girl was here, he’d make so much drama and would let everyone know about this”, he replied as he sighed.

“Omg! Is that so. But I’ll make sure to go to the correct place this time. Do you know where it could be by any chance?”, you asked him for which he replied, “It’s kinda tricky to tell from this place. Especially for the people who come here for the first time, so let me just drop you off”, he said and started to walk with his hand still holding your bag.

“So… you must be a first year like me as you couldn’t find your dorm. What’s your name? I’m Kaminari Denki”, he introduced himself as he flashed you a big smile.

“I’m (NAME) and yes a first year”, you both exchanged some more information and after so many lefts and rights you both reached the girls dormitory.

“Here you go. Its very confusing to come here from the our dormitory but, its actually closer to the university”, he said as he handed you your bag.

“That was really helpful Kaminari san. Thank you for all this”, you thanked him again for what he did.

“Its okay L/N san. Just make sure to go to the correct dorm from next time”, he said and left to his dorm. You went to your room and it was the same brown door like Kaminari’s. But from that day, you couldn’t forget the Blond who helped you to get out of the boys dorm. You couldn’t believe how you went to that place with so ease but coming out from there was hard. Well the few days before college flew by with you meeting your new roomie and slowly the dorm getting many new residents.

The first day of your class, you again thought about Kaminari. Just when you opened your book to read something, a voice beside you said, “Hey! L/N san”.

You turned to your side and it was Kaminari! Your face lit up in a blink of an eye and greeted him. He took the seat beside you after taking your permission. You both started to talk about how this was such a great co incidence. You felt so happy to see him and talk to him again. From now, you could see him regularly and this made your heart to flutter.

A red haired boy was shocked to see his friend talk to a girl so casually and turned to his other blond mate and said, “Do you see what I am seeing? Kami is talking to that cute girl so casually”.

“Whatever. Just don’t care about them. Because he’ll come and tell us anyway”, said the blond man with the scowl look on his face.

“Yeah you are right. But I didn’t knew he had a girlfriend”, The red haired man said as he leaned back in his chair.

“There’s no way that she is his girlfriend”, said the black haired man as he placed his elbows on the desk in front of him and continued, “We’d never hear the end of it if he did have a girlfriend”.

“That’s true Sero”, agreed the pink haired girl.

XOXOXO

As days passed by, you and the blond grew closer and now you both called each other with you first names. Spending time with Denki meant you both were studying, talking about movies, fanwars and games. Being with him made you to understand how amazing it was, to being treated with respect and also giving you comfort. Your feelings for the latter grew day by day because of his behaviour. Even his feelings were deepening for you.

One fine day, you got a text from him to come out of your dorm. You opened the window and saw that Denki was outside your dorm. He leaned on his bike and with one hand he was using his phone.

“I need to tell you something important”, a message popped up and your cheeks turned red. You carefully sneaked out of the dorm and went towards him. He stood up and smiled at you. He placed a helmet on your head carefully and told you to hop on which you did. Wrapping your arms around his waist made his heart to become warm. He started his bike and took you on a ride.

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t thrilling or If you said Denki didn’t look extremely hot in all black. This was the first time you and Denki did something like this. After what seemed like 20 minutes, you both arrived to a calm and peaceful place. The city lights at night were beautiful, making you to be totally mesmerised.

“Y/N”, Denki called you taking all your attention again towards him. He came closer to you and took your hands in his and said, “I… I never knew that a girl, who is as cute like you, would even talk to me”, he said as he looked into your eyes.

“You are not only cute but also have a great taste in music and movies, share my sense of humour and always treat me like, I am also important”. Denki is very insecure even if he tried to put on a great exterior for the people around him.

“You always laughed at my jokes even if they weren’t funny and… the most touching thing is that… you listened to me when no one else did”, his eyes glistened as he said that. You always admired him for what he is and he is ever since smitten by you.

“Would you… Actually, What I’ve been trying to say is, do you wanna-”, his nervousness was getting worse so you replied, “Yes Denki. I’d love to date you”, making him completely stunned and also happy.

“I… I’m so happy”, he said as he pulls your hands towards his face and leans his forehead on them. “I was so scared”, he exhaled with relief.

“Denki”, you called him and he looked at you. Taking that as a chance, you pulled him towards you to capture his lips with yours. His eyes widened with shock but he soon regained his composure and pulled you even closer to him by your waist. He tilted your chin to deepen the kiss. His hand then travelled from your chin to your hair to pull you closer, as if that was even possible.

You broke the kiss for air and he placed his forehead to yours and smiled. The scenery was absolutely amazing. The moment was perfect. The relationship was definitely going to be beautiful and you both knew it.

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[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 19

it’s 2021 now!! time for more transformers 

we start off w/a flashback showing tyrest retrieving ultra magnus’s body from the ship - and we get a look at magnus’s spark, which is the green color of a 0.1%er [eyes emoji]

tyrest punching magnus..... grrrrr leave my dad alone bastard man

‘the divided self’ what a good title 

rodimus is like listen man this is a lot for my poor thot brain to take in

in flashback land, we see tyrest immediately launch into a crazy person spiel about how he can and will edit the law as he sees fit to conform to the situation, because that doesn't seem like a blatant abuse of power or a huge conflict of interest or anything 

oooh the screen in the corner that says ‘thought warfare,’ I see that

oof, poor magnus. its gotta be rough to hear your boss rant about how bad at your job you are....especially bc this is right after overlord called magnus a joke and nearly killed him

its especially brutal bc as magnus says, his job is his life 

augh, I love the panel where the armor is falling off around minimus, and then the one where he’s holding the ultra magnus head...poetic 

its fascinating that there was an ‘original’ magnus who was an actual guy, and then tyrest chose to make him into this legacy symbol - I'm assuming the OG magnus had no say in this, and probably didn't even know that he was gonna become this lawman legacy figure

I do wanna know though - obviously everyone thought that ultra magnus was one dude, but how did the different guys wearing the armor deal w/that? like, did minimus have people coming up to him like ‘hey ultra magnus old buddy! remember when we fought those guys in that one place? good times!’ like, do they have to study up on the lives of the past armor wearers to prepare for the role of ultra magnus?

augh poor minimus, of course he’s been wondering about what happened with overlord after he was KO’d

oof, drift...I feel like minimus looks surprised and a little skeptical at the idea that drift was the one behind the entire overlord thing - which is interesting bc as we saw at the beginning of the story, he doesn't exactly trust drift, but it’s still pretty far-fetched that one person orchestrated the entire thing

tailgate :(

the concept of a load-bearer is SUPER cool, I love it so much

it also puts a much-needed limit on things - as in, there IS a limit to how much weight/mass a normal cybertronian frame can carry, which is why you don't see everybody upgrading to be Massive - bc they actually CANT

oof, the worst part is that tyrest is RIGHT, minimus essentially DID have a nervous breakdown after the war ended bc of the rigid way he views the world

mental health support is clearly in shambles for cybertronians, yikes. they literally have 1 therapist for their entire race, and he’s not even licensed anymore due to hipaa violations. what a mess

the ‘attention deflectors’ thing is so cool and clever and also a great explanation as to why ratchet or anyone else never said ‘hey wait a minute, you're actually a much smaller dude in a trench coat’ 

I love tailgate knowing all the stuff about the autobot code bc of magnus...my BOY

and THATS why minimus was asking about skids specifically earlier!

oh minimus, please don't put so much stock in tyrest being stable and resonable...

aaaand there's skids and swerve! brainstorm says it best - ‘because something unexpected hasn't happened for at least nine seconds.’ lmao ily brainstorm 

finally checking in w/whirl and cyclonus - god I love that. whirl asking cyclonus how many cons he killed and cyc is like psh I wasn't keeping count....................ok it was six

hhhhh cyclonus IS looking for a cure for tailgate, even though he told tg that there wasn’t anything to hope for....excuse me as I go be emo 

and now we flash over to the unethical medical conduct hell zone, where pharma is being weird and horny and ratchet is appropriately horrified 

I seriously love how unhinged pharma looks, the art & colors do such a good job conveying his feral energy 

ratchet has some massive dick energy for taunting pharma when he’s currently just a head and pharma has dual chainsaws for hands 

ugh, I love whirls speech about anger...and I feel like he really does see cyclonus as a peer, despite cyclonus wanting to kill him, which is why he tells cyclonus all of this 

I fuckgin love that cyclonus’s reaction to very suddenly getting stabbed thru the abdomen is to just glance down at the sword, looking mildly inconvenienced 

back over to ratchet - and at first its like oh wow I can’t believe pharma was stupid enough to let ratchet goad him into this contest....but then you see first aid and ambulon and its like UH OH this is gonna be BAD

the idea that getting sliced in half is no big deal for a cybertronian is wild

‘you're gonna let doctor djd cut us in half?’ yeahhhh that's an appropriate reaction, yikes

FUCKING LENGTHWAYS GOD

pharma you piece of shit

poor ambulon :( :( :( that's fucking brutal. amazing panel but....jesus

and like, to further my point from last issue’s liveblog - the fact that this very gore-y panel is okay, but swearing isn't...that's really funny honestly. I guess robo-gore is acceptable, while I'm guessing regular ole run of the mill human gore wouldn't be

then back to cyclonus, who is still looking only vaguely put out by the sword stuck right thru him

and then cyclonus just pulls it right out, which is a very bad idea for humans but probably not as big of a deal for big near-immortal alien robots

circle of light stuck in capitalistic urban hellscape cubicals 

poor skids, being asked to stand trial while having no idea what his crime is due to Big Amnesia 

OH SHITTTT I totally forgot that getaway shows up here

that is super clever though, with chromedome confusing the name ‘getaway’ with the concept ‘needing to escape’

cant believe tyrest is really dumb enough to tell minimus all his evil plans

BUT that means its time for some very important forged vs constructed cold lore

jro spelling ‘program’ as ‘programme’ made me remember when he said that he considers everyone on the lost light to be british, which is perhaps the least valid thing he’s ever said vhbghjsdbfjkhasbjk

the idea that they used the matrix - which is portrayed as kind of a holy object - in reproductive experiments is really interesting

AUGHHHHH this is all so good and interesting...im really fascinated w/this particular brand of like, alien robot racism/constructism/whatever you wanna call it - I feel like it does such a good job as a plot device, where many other ‘fantasy racism’ concepts from other franchises fail, bc there's not really a ‘human metaphor’ being used here (as far as I know/can tell) - as in, this isn't a thinly veiled metaphor for something that happened/could happen in human history

in fact, this type of bigotry (or w/e you wanna call it) isn't something that is even really possible in humans - I guess if there was a stigma against being born via ivf or something...? but there isn't, so there's no obvious real-world equivalent, which I take as a sign of good writing and worldbuilding - it makes the cybertronians feel more Real, bc of course they would have their own types of bigotry based off of completely different things than humans 

additionally - and this is crucial - tyrest is wrong: there’s no like, inherent moral corruption in cold constructed bots. there's no difference at all, other than method of construction. fantasy racism plotlines often flounder here, with the oppressors having a ‘valid reason’ for oppressing the oppressed, but tyrest is just operated on religious zealot bs and some biased science

like, dude, did you ever think that maybe there are other reasons why your trials only condemned cold constructed bots? like, maybe the trial itself was biased? or societal conditions were to blame? correlation is not causation, my dude, especially when the conclusion is ‘cold constructed bots are inherently SINNERS’ lmao 

like, tyrest rlly said ‘FUCK separation of church and state,’ huh

anyways I just think the whole cold construction vs forged thing is really interesting and well-done, and serves as a good precursor to the more fleshed-out functionism stuff we see later 

so tyrest is clearly off his rockers w/the whole drilling thing - dude, you accidentally gave yourself a lobotomy, okay - but I find it kinda funny that he’s right about a lot of that stuff he said at the end, about primus and the guiding hand and stuff being real 

cyclonus saying ‘tailgate and the others’...I see you, man, I see you

also cyclonus looks fine now??? didn't he just get stabbed??? 

ah, tyrest sprinkling a little light genocide onto his plan to find salvation. nice, dude!

MINIMUS NOOOOOOOOO

‘fully deserved’ SHUT UP BIIIIITCH

poor minimus is taking a lot of Ls this arc, geez

oof, great issue! again, as usual....I loved the lore we got this issue, its so interesting...and some good character stuff too. I love minimus, I feel like he’s gonna be my fav this readthru; my first read my fav was brainstorm, second readthru was whirl, and I feel like its minimus/magnus this time. I just love his character arc...

hype af for more B) 

[fanficsrusz]

Diamond Ring - Keanu Reeves Oneshot

A/n so this was requested by @xjjlex. I hope you enjoy it since i tried my best but i dont think i did it justice 😅

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Pulling on the emerald green dress, y/n felt self-conscious despite the fact that she looked beautiful. She couldn’t help but feel this way, it was only natural that she did.

y/n had been dating Keanu for just over a year and it had only gone public a few months ago, causing her to be pulled into the world of celebrities as she watched her social media gain more and more attention as the days past.  At first she thought she could do it since 99.9% of keanus fans loved her and thought she was perfect for him. However, sometime last week, the hate started to pour in from the other 0.1% of fans who hated anyone who got anywhere near keanu. It had now become a daily occurrence for her to look in the mirror as the nasty comments swam around her head. ‘Ew shes ugly’ ‘why would keanu ever like her’. Despite the thousands of other positive comments, the negative ones stuck in her mind. Especially now that she had to go to a red carpet event for ‘john wick 3’ with keanu.

To busy playing with random strands of loose hair she didn’t see keanu walk up behind her, it was only when he wrapped his arms around her waist that she looked at his reflection in the full length mirror. “Wow. you look beautiful” he whispered, placing chaste kisses down her neck causing her to smile. No matter how much she hated herself, keanu always made her feel on top of the world. She turned around in his arm and wrapped her own arms round his neck. Looking up into his eyes  “how about we just don’t go to the event and stay here instead so we can have our own little event” she smirked as she pulled him into a kiss which he gladly returned. He pulled away from the kiss “as much as I would love to do that, we need to go. Besides, Halle said she needed to tell me something``. y/n dropped her arms to her side as she felt the oh so familiar feeling of jealousy washed over her body. Keanu didn't notice as she walked sadly away into the bedroom, instead he continue getting dress.

y/n sat down on the bed as she waited for keanu to finish getting ready. All she had heard for the last couple of months was Halle this and Halle that from keanu. She thought nothing of it at first since they were co-stars but her judgement was clouded with self-doubt from the negative comments she had been getting. ‘Why would keanu want to be with me when he can have girls like Halle Berry?’ she thought to herself as she played with the heart necklace that  keanu had gotten for their year anniversary. “y/n?” keanu snapped her out of her thoughts as he stood in front of her now fully dressed. “don’t you agree?” he asked “with what?” she replied and keanu just laughed “with the fact that Halle is very beautiful”. The words hit y/n like a brick wall despite the fact that she had missed the context in which he had said it and she didn’t know how else to respond but with anger and sadness mixed into one. “She is very beautiful. Unlike me” she snapped just as the front door bell rang and she walked towards the door with a very confused keanu following her. “y/n? Whats gotten into you?”  but she just ignored him trying to hold back the tears. Keanu pulled her back to get her to answer him. ��Tell me why you’re acting like this” his voice had a tone of agitation in it and y/n just looked at him. “ sure you don't know. Always talking about how beautiful Halle is. Why don't you just go date her if shes so perfect.” y/n didn't know why she was acting like this really, it never bothered her before all the comments. She continued to the door, Pulling open the door she tried her best to smile at keanus manager who stood there. “y/n you look lovely. Are you two ready to leave?” he asked looking between the two unaware of the tension between them. y/n nodded and walked towards the car, leaving keanu behind.

As she slid in the car she wanted to just cry as thoughts rushed through her mind. ‘maybe once this is all over I should just end things with him. That way everyone would be happy’. Keanu soon slid next to her as he whispered into her ear. “Look i don't know why you're acting like this but we’ll talk about it later. If I said something to upset you, im sorry” she looked at him angrily. “ you don't even know why you're apologising” and that was the last thing she said for the rest of the car ride there. “y/n you're actually starting to annoy me. Your acting just like a child” Keanus manager looked at the pair through the rear view mirror and gave keanu a  look and the words made y/n’s heart break. This was one of the first times they had ever argued.

Soon they were pulling up to red carpet and y/n sighed. She really didn't want to be doing this right now. However before she knew it, keanu was opening her car door and helping her out. As much as she was angry right now, she couldn’t ruin his career and so played along until they were inside and away from the cameras. Once inside she excused herself from keanu and walked towards the toilet. Walking towards the mirror she looked at herself and felt disgusting, fat and like she just wanted the world to swallow her whole. ‘Maybe I am just a child’ she thought, the door opening caught her attention and a girl in her late teens walked in, she wasn't that much younger that y/n. The girls face lit up as she looked at y/n before she squealed causing y/n to jump in surprise. “OH MY GOD!!! YOU’RE Y/N Y/L/N” she fumbled around in her bag for a bit of paper and a pen before continuing “i love you so much. You're sooooo beautiful and your fashion sense it out of this world. And you're dating keanu reeves. Girl you’re so lucky” the words made y/n feel a lot better about herself as she signed the paper for the girl and took a few pictures.

Soon y/n stepped out of the toilet and her previous self-doubt was washed away and she made her way over to keanu, ready to tell him about what had just happened. She could hear his voice just beyond some people and as she pushed her way past them she saw john smiling and laughing with someone, then she groaned inwardly. There stood Halle, looking gorgeous as ever and then she remembered why she felt so sad again. Just by watching keanu laugh at something Halle said, y/n knew she couldn’t match with her.   “Ah y/n, there you are. I would like you to meet Halle, Halle this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n” keanu pulled y/n to his side as he introduced them and y/n attempted a fake smile. “I've heard so much about you y/n. Anyway keanu as i was saying……” Halle practically brushed her off and kenau just continued to talk like nothing happened. y/n felt so small and invisible and so pulled away to go sit down to wait for the film to start. Now that she thought about it really, keanu had been spending a lot of time with Halle even in between filming and even after they had finished and so she began to panic about the state of her relationship. Soon enough everyone had begun to sit down so they could watch the film.

Sitting next to keanu, y/n couldn't focus on the film as she thought of her relationship with the man to her side. Yes she loved him with all her heart, but how much did he love her?. She stood up not standing the heat of the room and made her way outside, keanu gave a confused look before following her out. Once outside, y/n leaned against the railing as tears rolled down her face. “y/n?” keanu called out softly as he approached and y/n just looked down. “Go away keanu” but he didn't listen instead he turned her around. “Why are you crying? You’ve been acting weird all day” keanu pulled her into a hug and y/n wanted to just pull away but she couldn't deciding on spilling her heart to the man in front of her instead. “I'm sorry i can't be what you want. I'm sorry i can't be Halle. I'm sorry I can't be the one you love, I will leave you alone when we get home. You're right. I am just a child” y/n sobbed harder and keanu pushed to hold her at arms length so he could look at her properly as he wiped the tears away from her face. “y/n no don't be sorry. I should be the one to apologise. I shouldn't have called you a child. You're not. I'm an idiot for saying those words. Now tell me where this has all come from.” y/n sighed and began to tell him. “The comments on social media have just been getting to me lately and you've been hanging around with Halle for so long lately and she's so beautiful and you should just be with her” keanu laughed now and she just looked at him. “y/n why listen to them. What on earth do they know about me or you or how i feel about you and secondly Halle is just a friend and there is a reason ive been with her more lately” he paused and stepped back as he reached into his pocket, he dropped to one knee as he pulled out a velvet box. y/n pulled her hands to her chest. Looking up, he opened the box revealing a small diamonds ring “I wasn't planning on doing it like this but y/n y/l/n, You have made me the happiest man ever, you make me smile at the smallest thing and you make this old man feel 17 again. When i come home stressed after a long day at work, you make me feel better just by being you. You're the only one who has made me feel like this and you're the only one who i will ever love. And dont even get me started on the sex” he laughed and so did y/n “will you marry me?” y/n couldn't even speak and just nodded and so kenau placed the ring onto her finger. Standing up, y/n jumped onto keanu as he spun around. “I'm sorry I made you doubt yourself.” keanu whispered as he kissed y/n. “No, im sorry I even listened to the stupid comments” she laughed and he just looked into her eyes not saying anything. “What?” she asked laughing and keanu shook his head “I just proposed to the most beautiful women I have ever met and I don't know what to do next. I know. I need to go run inside and tell everyone” and that's just what he did. He ran inside dragging y/n inside. The second he pushed open the door and saw that the film had finished and everyone was talking and so  he screamed at the top of his lungs “I'M GETTING MARRIED TO Y/N Y/L/N” y/n stood next to him in embarrassment as everyone cheered. As people came up to congratulate them both, a reminder popped up on her phone. She looked at it and the reason she had been feeling so sad lately had become clear. The words ‘Today is the day you are due on your period’ flashed on the screen and y/n laughed showing keanu who just gave her an amused laughed. At that moment she made three promises to herself. 1. Turn off the comments, 2. Give herself an earlier reminder of her period and 3.. She would always trust and love keanu.

The end

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APH rare pair week 2017! Day 2: Music!

Word count: 2555

Pairing: England/Veneziano(North Italy)

Rating: Teen and up, I guess?

Well I’ve made it this far

The story is a little too fast-paced for my taste, and the descriptions are a bit disappointing, but it’s all right.

Enjoy!

Five Times Veneziano Saw England Play the Piano, and One Time He Played Too

~=o-o=~

The first time Veneziano saw England play the piano was at the end of the second World War.

The participating countries had met to discuss the aftermath. They finished in a few hours, but as their planes would not leave until midnight or so, they chose to stay in the building to spend the time they had.

As hasty individuals had organised the conference, they'd had to use the orchestra room. Thus the grand piano in the corner. Austria took to playing it after the meeting to keep his mind occupied. The other countries enjoyed the music, until Austria stopped. When questioned, he responded,

“I was about to play the Fantasy in F minor, D. However, it is a duet.” He looked at the other countries. “I don't suppose any of you, gentlemen, know the song?”

Silence. Did none of them know the piano? Germany should, being home to wonderful composers as Beethoven or Mozart, but he had no interest in creating music. France played the accordion, as did Russia, and the Italies were masterful at the violin, cello and alike. But none of them played the piano.

Seconds passed. At their end, footsteps sounded. England walked towards the piano, his steps light and elegant. Austria's gaze fixated on him.

“Would you conceive me the honour?”

To answer, Austria slid right in his seat, indicating he'd play the treble clef. England took the place of the bass clef, and they played. Veneziano could only stare in awe. Their hands glided over the keys, a light touch here and sinking in there. It was fluid harmony, the sound fluttering in the room and breathing in their ears. It was peace. In a way, the piano piece signified the war was over. Nations from two of the opposing sides, playing a song together, was as the first stitch which would join the world together again. It was a beautiful end to the meeting.

When the Fantasy in F Minor, D ended, Veneziano clapped. Others followed.

~=o=~

The second time Veneziano saw England play the piano, it was in a business meeting.

The Italies had stayed in the UK siblings' house for a few days to discuss trade. In one of these, Veneziano woke up earlier and heard a soft playing from downstairs.

Curious, Veneziano skipped down the stairs, forgetting he wore only a nightshirt. On the lounge, England played a soulful melody and Northern Ireland listened to it, smiling.

It was the first time Veneziano had ever England so calm, so… at ease. It almost pained him how England wasn't at ease anywhere else — only with his family. But if England could be so calm, perhaps Veneziano didn't have to fear him so.

The song finished in a happy note.

“You may come down, Veneziano.”

Northern Ireland's voice startled him and he stumbled down the stairs, almost falling. England stood, ready to help him, but he managed to stabilise himself.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. England shook his head.

“It's no problem.” He motioned to the sofa. “Please sit down. Or do you prefer to, ah…” he glanced at Veneziano, “change your attire?”

Realising his lower half was still nude, Veneziano blushed and ran up the stairs to put clothing on. He thought he heard North laugh. England sighed and sat back at the piano, shaking his head with a smile.

“He likes your playing,” poked North. He looked at her. She smiled. “He was staring at you. You two should try and see if you have any other common interests.”

“…Don't be silly, North,” England stared at the keys. “Us spending time together is a laughable idea.” He wouldn’t take interest in me.

North stood.

“If you're going to be like that, no-one will take interest in you, indeed.” Her tone let stones fall after her as she strolled to the kitchen. “I'll make breakfast for Wales, Scotland, and our guests. Tomorrow, you should.”

Veneziano hopped down the stairs, skipping steps. This time, he wore a light blue  shirt and trousers.

“Ve~ Mister England, I forgot to tell you, your playing is beautiful!” Said Veneziano, grinning, hands swinging a little at his sides. England looked at him.

“…Thank you, Veneziano,” he said. Steps sounded behind Veneziano. “Good morning, Romano.”

“Whatever, whatever,” grumbled Romano. “Where's breakfast?” He rubbed his eyes.

“Kitchen.” Romano trudged past them towards the cup of coffee on the table. Veneziano giggled.

“Mister England~ do you think we could spend more time together?”

He knew he was being bold, but he wanted to make friends with England, and this could be the last opportunity he'd get in decades. England's eyes widened and he was wordless for a moment. Veneziano frowned, afraid he'd gone too far.

England smiled.

“Well, if we are going to, a good first step would be to leave the ‘Mister’ when addressing me.” His tone was warm, and hid immense joy behind it. Veneziano grinned and cheered.

“Oi! Be quiet!” Shouted Scotland from upstairs, eliciting laughter from everyone – except Romano.

~=o=~

The third time Veneziano saw England play the piano, it was because he suggested it.

Veneziano was over for a visit. He and England had spent more time together since the trade discussion, and Veneziano popped by the UK siblings' house to visit sometimes. They were always happy he was over – it was a nice change from the usual grumpiness from everybody, said North once.

When he knocked on the door, Scotland answered. His angry expression softened when he saw Veneziano, not before scaring him a little.

“Ah, it's you. Thank the gods, come in.” He opened the door and stepped away, closing it after Veneziano walked inside. “England's in a bad mood. Go cheer 'im up. He's in his room.”

“Eh?” Veneziano's eyes widened. “What happened?” He furrowed his brow. Scotland shrugged.

“Go find out yerself. It ain't lack of tea, I had a cuppa this morning.” He sat on the sofa. “Wales and North are shopping,” he informed. “England's a dick when he's in a bad mood, so they wanted to get away. I wanted to go too, but apparently he needs supervision now.”

Veneziano raised an eyebrow and walked upstairs. He put on a smile. England couldn't be in that bad of a mood, right? He knocked on the door of England's room.

“Go the fuck away, Scotland!”

…Maybe he was in such a bad mood.

“It's Veneziano!” He shouted back. A few seconds of silence made him tense.

The door opened in a fast motion. Before Veneziano was England, in green pyjamas, trying and failing to conceal an angry expression. Ignoring it, Veneziano grinned.

“Ve~! England!” Before England could reply, Veneziano hugged him around the waist and spun him around with surprising strength. England yelped and hung onto Veneziano. After a few spins, Veneziano put him down. “How are you? Scotland said you were in a bad mood!”

England regained his balance.

“Hello, Veneziano. Yes, I am in a bad mood.” He glared at the floor. “Fucking Scotland,” he sighed. “Come into my room, I suppose.”

He closed the door after them.

“What happened?” Asked Veneziano, looking around. The bed was unmade, the desk was messy and the closet doors, open. He looked at the open laptop on the table, displaying an email. England caught his stare.

“That's from my editor. They rejected my book, after all.” England dropped on his bed. “Again.” A long, drawn-out sigh. Veneziano's eyes widened.

“Why would they? It's amazing!” He exclaimed, raising his arms. England shook his head.

“Not to them.”

Furrowing his brow, Veneziano sat next to England. He smiled his best comforting smile.

“Well, to me it's amazing. All your stories are amazing,” he said in a near-whisper. England turned his head to him.

“Even the one with the crazy balloon man?” Despite his tone, he was smiling.

“…Most of your stories are amazing.”

They laughed. Veneziano got up and offered a hand to England.

“Come on, let's go outside! The editor can go screw himself!” Without waiting for England's response, he yanked him standing. Veneziano gasped. “Wait! You know that piano piece you named ‘letting go’? You could play that one! It'll help you let go!”

England knitted his brow. It sounded silly, but it could work; music did calm him. He smiled and nodded. Veneziano tugged at his wrist and dragged him downstairs. They almost fell in their climbing down the steps in four seconds. Scotland wasn't in the lounge any more, so he wasn't there to see England in his pyjamas. They caught their breath, and Veneziano motioned towards the piano. England sat down and played.

Hearing the music, Scotland turned his head to the window. He took his cigarette off his mouth. England, playing the piano in pyjamas. How bloody ridiculous. At least he looked happy. Veneziano, beside him, was happy too. Scotland smiled. England cheered up so quick with Veneziano there; one could almost say they were falling in love.

~=o=~

The fourth time Veneziano saw England play the piano, they were in a shopping centre.

It was in the USA. Veneziano had convinced England to go on vacation to New York during autumn. After getting ice cream, they'd gone into one of the many shopping centres of the city. It was huge. They enjoyed strolling among the shops, and even bought some items – like a pen for writing musical score, green and red hair chalk, and a 0.1 millimetre ink pen.

When they tried to remember the way out, though, they discovered they'd gotten lost.

“I'm sure the exit is that way.”

“No, we came from there, remember?”

After a lot of random strolling, they came across a grand piano set in the middle of the cross section. They’d seen it before that afternoon. According to a pamphlet, it was there for propaganda of a music school. There was a person watching it, but anybody could try playing. Well, at least they knew it was near the exit.

Veneziano sat on the stool and pressed a random key, deciding to experiment. He soon found his notes, and played the simplest version of Twinkle Little Star. England hummed along, to his surprise.

“I converted the twelve variations to the violin once,” remarked Veneziano.

“Oh?” England smiled.

“A few decades ago. I think I still have the sheet at home.” Veneziano slid right on the stool and England sat on it, putting their bag on the floor.

“Funny you should mention the twelve variations,” he said, positioning his hands on the keys. “Help me on the first?” He looked at Veneziano, who grinned and put his hand on the piano.

They played the first variation together. It was slow, as England adjusted to Veneziano's pace, but it was sweet. After the first variation, Veneziano removed his hand and England's took its place. The variation changed, the tempo increased, the playing itself sounded more experienced.

Throughout the variations, Veneziano watched England's hand motions with intent. People gathered around the piano to watch, which gave the music school the opportunity to try and convince them to join it. England ignored his surroundings, in a world with only him, Veneziano and the piano. Veneziano bobbed his head along, and sometimes hummed along to the song. He came back to reality only when he finished the piece.

Clapping erupted, startling both England and Veneziano. He stood and bowed to them, a little awkward. The music school even tried to hire him as a teacher, to which he declined. They walked through the dispersing crowd and to the exit of the shopping centre.

Well, now Veneziano knew the moment he'd fallen for England.

~=o=~

The fifth time Veneziano saw England play the piano, it was his lullaby.

They were at the Italies' house – England had come to visit for once. Seborga had taken an interest on the piano as of late, so he bought an upright piano and put it on the parlour. When he saw Seborga playing Für Elise, England tilted his head.

“Positioning your hands like that will give you cramps on the long run,” he offered. Seborga stared at him for a moment.

“How should I position them, then?” He spread his hands in front of the piano. England guided him, explaining.

In the meantime, Romano stomped into the room. As soon as England finished explaining, he dragged Seborga to his room, complaining about ‘bad playing at this ungodly hour’. Veneziano giggled, then yawned. God, was he sleepy. England noticed.

“We should go to sleep as well,” suggested England, standing.

“No.” Veneziano grabbed his arm and made him sit back down. Veneziano lay curled up on the sofa, his head on England's lap. England blushed heavily, bringing his hands up. He was used to Veneziano's hugs, but he'd never lied on his lap before.

“A-ah, Veneziano, don't you think it's better if you sleep in your bed?”

Veneziano shook his head.

“Play me a lullaby,” he mumble-demanded, looking at England's eyes. They stayed like that for a moment, their eyes shining, Veneziano's with sleepiness and England's with a bit of embarrassment. England sighed, putting his hands on the piano. His hands were a little crooked, but it worked.

He played a soft, comforting melody. Veneziano closed his eyes as England sang along with it. Veneziano didn't recognise the language, but it didn't matter. England's voice was melodious in a way Veneziano did not expect; it was soothing, low and warm. Made Veneziano think of flowers and calm waters. As he thought this, the sounds mixed, his thoughts blurred, and England's voice and piano carried him away into a peaceful sleep.

England smiled at the sleeping Veneziano. He stopped playing and ran his fingers through Veneziano's hair. It was soft, as was his smile.

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered.

~=o=~

G8 conference.

Right after it, to be preciser.

There had been problems with the orchestra room, and a few instruments would be in the conference room for a few days. Among these instruments, a violin, and a piano.

The countries were lazing around, as it was much more comfortable to wait there for their planes instead of the airport. Veneziano inspected the violin on the corner.

“Likely handmade…” he mumbled to himself, checking the violin and the bow. He raised the bow and tested notes on it. A professional violin indeed, and tuned to perfection. Veneziano played a part of Liebesfreud and grinned. He looked at the other nations.

“England~!” He called, waving, and motioned to the piano. “Be my accompaniment?”

England stood and walked to the piano. His steps were light and elegant. Veneziano observed as he sat on the stool of the Bösendorfer piano.

“3, 2, 1–!”

Music filled the room; strong, elegant, pleasant. Veneziano's hands and arm glided, quick as a hummingbird's beating wings, producing notes heavy with emotion. England's hands were light on the keys; he let his feelings guide them, making his notes flutter. Together, England's piano and Veneziano's violin seamed a soulful, heartfelt melody.

When they finished, there was applause. England stood and, together, they bowed to the audience. They looked into each other's eyes.

Words were dispensable, they figured. Their music had said all they needed to know.