#//oooooh these got my mind goin man

[elxsticlxve]

Hisoka has appeared-- what to do?

Caress cheek

Worship

Hold hands

Play dead

[spacedykez]

my favorite things about epic the musical

but now we'll be the ones who ✨SLAY✨

i love how fast and intense the part where ody's giving orders is

the soldiers' little "WHOO"s after ody's lines OUGHHHH

*hawk screech* A VISION

"I know that I'm ready!! // I don't think you're ready..."

ody's voice is so SOFT when he's singing "it's just an infant"

zeus's voice is so deep. it fits him

the backing vocals on "if you don't end him now you'll have no one left to save // penelope!!"

ody & zeus's duet. no more needs to be said

"PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS, DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS" sobs. ough.

"is the price i pay endless pain?" yeah. seems like it. i mean the odyssey makes sure to remind us that you have endured "much suffering" like fifty times so.

the second repetition of "when does a comet become a meteor" with the whole chorus singing....

"and ithaca's waiting!!" is such a satisfying line for some reason

"PENELOPE'S WAITING!!" they have the best relationship of anyone Ever actually.

the men singing "captain, what's the plan?" so satisfying

"we're up we're off and away we go!" yayyyyy

"captain! :D" "polities! :D" (dont talk to me SOBS)

this whole song is just so great tbh.

I LOVE when ody and the men are singing together. so fun. idk why its just satisfying

jungle noises!! also the beat to Open Arms is just SOOOOO very nice i don't know why something about the drums is just so very /pos though

the lotus-eaters' voices are very fun tbh. i love the overlapping vocals. they sound like Creechurs /pos

when the lotus-eaters go "oooooh!" after polites' lines >>>>

the high flute/whatever it its thats playing the melody of athena's lyrics as she sings them? oughh >>>>>

"Let's go!!"

ody's smug little "ha-ha-ha-ha"

you can HEAR the smile in athena's voice when ody tricks her. like. ooh yes this one this is my favorite mortal.

"nah, don't be modest, i know you're a goddess" >>>

i just LOVE how ody sings "you are ATHENA badass in the ARENA unmatched witty AND QUEEN OF the best stra-te-gies we've seen"

ody's little "ohkay" after athena's "we'll see where it ends." god he sounds so just. blorbo. in this song. yknow. hes just so smug cat /aff

warrior of the mind, just, like, in GENERAL, is great

THE ARROW FLYING AT THE START OF POLYPHEMUSSSS

"WHO ARE YOU." you can HEAR the oh shit

i love ody and the Cyclops' whole exchange. just something about it.

i love the cyclops' voice filter? whatever he's got goin on. very cool

"hey cyclops do you know what's better than eating me? GETTING DRUNK!!! yeah trust me dude youll NEVER wanna eat me now"

i appreciate him repeating "nobody" three times so absolutely NO ONE can miss it.

"I'm so glad we see eye to eye" hehe. cause. yeah.

"what..? WATCH OUT!!" >>>>>>

THE BEAT HERE GOES FUCKING CRAZYYYYYYY /pos

the whole not exactly call-and-repeat thing that ody and his men do during this song. just. man i love this musical.

when the men r singing in the background of ody singing >>>>

"captain..?" POLITESSSSSSSS :((((((((

the BANGING... like. its so emotional /pos.

the cyclops singing a version of the song ody and his men were singing before >>>>>

the sort of focusing-in thing at the start of Remember Them? i dont know. its just very satisfying

remember them is just a great song all around. amazing. 10/10 no notes

i lied i have notes. i LOVE the guitar riff thing? that happens around when ody says "SCATTER"

"captain" "wait" >>>>>

the cyclops sounds so SAD when hes saying "don't go! :("

"my comrades will not DIIIIII-EEE-IEEEE in vain." they always say it like "diii-EEEE-iiiiiieeee" and its very funny

the line "selfish and prideful and vain" is so funny after reading the odyssey. this goddess raised your child for you and saved your life like 1932094234 times. have some goddamn respect. gods.

"YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR A MENTOR I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A FRIEND!" callbacks to previous songs >>>>>>

"wiser, why's your" love that. (sounds alike)

the little stuttering the music does at the end of this song!!! so satisfying.

[starl1ght-child]

Here I go simping over The Drifter again. Could I request another fic with my mans and a female guardian? I've got the "I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore." "I'm not going anywhere" and "You're shaking" starters picked out. Some sappy slightly angsty thing going on there. Thank you so much!!!

oooooh yeah, keep the Drifter simping alive, I'm living for it! 

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The Drifter x F!Guardian Reader - Reassurance

All Guardians get nightmares.  All of them.  You were no exception.  Normally, they were just of battle:  explosions in the distance, bullets flying past your ears, the friends you’d lost in the early, early dark age.  Nightmares like those you could handle, because in the end, it was a long time ago, and things had gotten so much better.  The world was… safer, so to speak, than it was all those years ago.

But this nightmare was different.  The Drifter was dead.  Shot and killed by someone from the Shadows he used to run with, his Ghost destroyed the same way Cayde’s was, all of it right in front of you.  You watched the Light fade from his eyes, right in your arms, his blood painting your armor crimson.

You bolted awake in bed drenched in cold sweat and short of breath; you haphazardly got dressed into some sweats and pulled a sweater over your t-shirt, and left your City apartment.  You had to see him.  You had to make sure he was alright. 

You appeared on The Derelict in the middle of the night, chilled to the bone from cold sweat.  Drifter was awake, drinking late-night sake as usual, he smiled when he laid eyes on you, but that smile immediately faded when he saw a look of panic in your eyes.  Immediately, he placed the porcelain cup on the card table.

“What’s the matter?”  His voice was shockingly tender as he walked over to you.  “Y/N… you’re shaking…”

It was true.  Your knees felt so weak and you were visibly shaking.  His arms caught onto your waist as your knees buckled beneath you, and he pulled you close to him.  “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he cooed as he walked you over to the couch.  “I’m right here, sister.”

You clasped tightly onto his arms and sighed into his chest; you curled up against him when he sat the two of you down.  You hadn’t realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks.  “You’re alive,” you croaked when you found your voice.  “You’re alive…”

“Why would I be dead?”

“I… I had this… this nightmare,” you whispered.  Those words opened the floodgates.  All of the gruesome, bloody details of that nightmare came spilling out of your mouth as fast as the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.  When you finished talking, Drifter caught your face in his hands, and lifted your eyes to his.

“That was a dream, sister,” he soothed.  “Ol’ Drifter’s stayin’ right here.”

“I know,” you sighed as you leaned into his calloused hands.  His touch felt wonderful on your skin, it grounded you and started to erase those vivid images from your mind.  “I just… I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.  The very thought of it…”

“Hey, hey, hey, enough of that talk.”  His forehead pressed against yours and you reached up, cupping his jaw in your hands.  “You ain’t gonna lose me, I’m not going anywhere.  And that’s a promise.”

“Better be one of those promises that you keep,” you laughed tiredly.  “I know how you are.”

He pulled back and gave you a suspicious smile.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your smile grew as you traced your fingers over the scars on his cheek.  “Darling,” you hummed, “you’re not just any rogue Lightbearer, you’re The Drifter.  Name like that comes with some… commitment issues.”

Drifter laughed heartily.  “I’ll give you that, sister, I’ll give you that…”  His fingers brushed through your hair and you sighed with contentment.  “But I ain’t gonna leave you.  And that’s a promise I intend to keep.  C’mon now, you’re exhausted.  Let’s get you some sleep.”

Fear of sleeping and seeing a repeat of that dream made your pulse skyrocket.  You hid your face into his chest so that he couldn’t read your expression; he was extremely good at reading your emotions.  “No no no, please, Drifter I don’t want to…”

Without warning, he picked you up and stood.  He carried you to his bedroom and lowered you onto the bed.  “Don’t care if you don’t wanna, y/n, you need to sleep.”

You grabbed onto his wrist before he could walk away.  “Drifter, no, please, please, I don’t wanna—”

His hand slipped out of your grasp and he slid off his overcoat.  “I ain’t goin’ anywhere, sister,” he chuckled, another reassurance.  “I’m just changing.  You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you alone after a dream like the one you just had.”

Your panic froze in your throat as you watched him strip out of his heavy outer layers with covetous eyes.  He climbed into the bed next to you in sweats and a sleeveless shirt.  You rolled onto your side and faced him as one of his arms slid around your torso and dragged you close to his chest.  A pent-up sigh left your lips as you tucked your head underneath his head.  His hand smoothed over your hair, a motion that never failed to lull you to sleep.  Even still, the nightmare still flashed behind your eyelids every time they closed and your head would jolt a bit every time they shot back open.

Drifter leaned down and pressed a kiss on top of your head.  “Get some rest, Guardian,” he murmured softly.  “I’m here now.”

He continued to whisper soft reassurances to you, promises that he wasn’t going to leave you, that it would take more than a bullet from some rogue to kill him.  You eventually fell asleep to the tender, soothing sound of his voice.

And for the first time in months, your dreams were sweet.

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[we-always-hit-our-ass]

I just read your fluffy headcannons with Toye and they are p e r f e c t. Made me realise how much I needed this and I was hoping if you could do one with Ron Speirs. 😔✊

anon, im incredibly happy that you think my Toye hcs were perfect- i also totally get you, anon. we all need some soft speirs hcs in our lives and i will do exactly that! 😩👌💞💕

btw im incredibly sorry that i took so long to write these hcs but hopefully you enjoy them!

Taglist: @floydtab, @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi, @noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @hufflepuffpancakes​, @hihosilvers​, @rayleighshughes

shoutout to my wifey @floydtab for helping me on these hcs, this probably wouldn’t have existed without you- you gave me so much inspo i love you ma’am 💞💕

Fluffy/General Ronald Speirs HCs

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Let’s get one thing clear here- Ron is a cold bitch but is ACTUALLY a big softie.

Only for you anyway, but no one else except you two need to know that-

Like Ron will subtly do things to impress you, and you’re just like, 'You dont have to do that I love you too fucking much already, stop tryna make me fall for you again-'

But you always appreciate it anyways because you know that this boy just wants the best for you-

Ron is straightforward and makes it his daily goal to make you happy-

If you’ve had a bad day, Ron will literally go and get your favorite food/drink/thing to immediately make you feel better, and it works 100% of the time.

Aaah- This man lowkey cares a lot in the relationship and he’s just but a bit worried and is self conscious.

But you just tell him that he's enough and that you'll love him no matter what.

After that he'll just immediately hug you and you would press kisses on his jawline while softly rubbing his back to reassure him that you’re there.

Soft declarations of love are always said and done between the two of you and you knew that you couldn’t live without it.

It was practically essential at this point and you’d never ever get tired of Ron saying ‘I love you’.

Ron is also very protective of you but he’s embarrassed to admit it.

The amount of times he almost yeeted someone because they either made you mad/uncomfortable have been endless.

Like they better HOPE that Speirs doesn’t find their address-

Ron isn’t really big on PDA but he will not hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist, and even sometimes he’ll sit you on his lap while he nuzzles his face on the side of your neck.

It’s just a personal preference of Ron’s and he just doesn’t want people to exactly see something that is intimate, you feel?

Even though he prefers to keep your relationship private, he would always softly call you endearing terms in your ear in public.

He prefers to love you in private, and he thinks that it feels more special that way.

Ron acts the complete opposite when you two are alone or behind closed doors. He’s extremely passionate and every single touch light yet intense.

Ron cannot keep his hands off you and he cherishes every moment he shares with you. 

He just loves the fact that you feel so right in his hold, like you two were always meant to be.

He loves everything about you and wouldn’t change a single thing about yourself, I promise you that.

Ron is also a MAJOR worrywart, like if he even heard you whisper ‘ow’, you better bet that he’s going to ZOOM his ass to you.

He also doesn’t express his worries verbally- oh no- his actions speak for him. He’ll hold you in his arms and will ACTUALLY kiss the area where you hurt yourself.

Ron just wants you to be alright and will fret over you even if it’s just a papercut.

Ron is also very discreet about your relationship and God forbid anyone from seeing him being soft towards you. (And God help them even more if they decide to bring it up.)

Ron constantly thinks how amazing you are while you’re right next to him with your hands in his.

He’s always extremely happy around you and he absolutely loves playing with your hair and it’s so cute.

Soft forehead kisses for this man are a must and he can’t help but smile when you press your lips softly against his skin.

Ron is definitely an athletic man and he adores swimming.

There have been countless times where Ron would take you to a lake just so he can swim with you.

When you’re done changing Ron will scoop you up and just straight up jump into the water.

Cue the WHOLESOME AS FUCK experience, thank you very much.

It’s always serene and the air is always filled with laughs as you and Ron splash each other endlessly.

Kisses are always pressed against your wet cheek whenever you two go swimming 

You’d also cradle his face in your hands as you’d stare lovingly into his eyes.

But you’d always finish swimming before him though and you’d admire him as he’d do laps.

Like Ron’s so beautiful, look at that man, he’s so fucking out of this world- 

He might or might not have been trying to impress you by doing laps, but that's a secret we'll never know-

When you’re finally dry, Ron comes up behind you as he just got out of the water and hugs you, causing you to be wet all over again.

Ron also has a special spot in his heart that is reserved for playgrounds. Like when he’s walking with you and he spots one his eyes LIGHT up and you don’t need words to tell what he was thinking.

Ron loves pushing you on the swings and your laugh and smile just keep him GOIN-

He’ll also wrap his arms around your waist as he’s behind you when you’re sliding on the slides-

The childlike wonder in Ron comes out whenever he sees a playground and that’s one of Ron’s many quirks that you loved-

Like literally the main reason he likes going to playgrounds more now is so he can just see your joyful expressions and sweet laugh-

Okokok, Ron Speirs might seem like a cat, but please believe me when I say that he adores dogs!

You could see the absolute love in his eyes when he sees Trigger and you just had the most perfect idea on what to get him for Christmas.

You fell in love with a little Bernese Mountain Dog puppy (please, please, please search them up- they’re adorable) and your plan was set in motion.

You immediately knew that Ron would love him too.

The lil pup was a pure fluffball of sunshine and this boy was bound to bring lots of joy during the holidays-

BUT HOLY SHIT YOU DID NOT EXPECT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S REACTION TO BE SO CUTE WTF-

When you presented the tiny bundle of fluff to Ron, you could see waves of euphoria emitting off of him-

You knew that Ron was already a man of a few words but he was just rendered speechless (in a good way, of course) when his eyes laid upon the Bernese puppy.

“Milo.”

“Ron- What?”

“His name is going to be Milo.”

You have caught Ron multiple times with Milo on his lap and it’s fucking adorable.

Ron would also fall asleep with Milo in his arms and you swore you were going to take a picture of that and frame it-

Milo’s energetic and bouncy personality somehow complimented Ron’s steady and calm one.

 It’s a beautiful dynamic and it just works in the best way possible.

Okokok I’ve rambled enough, but have I mentioned how caring and amazing Ron is? Yeah? Well screw it, here’s more-

Ron is a little spoon half of the time but he’ll never admit it like the stubborn cutie that he is-

You love holding him in your arms and he loves it all the same too!

But Ron is such a good fucking boyfriend, it’s making me ascend-

When you’d fall asleep in your desk while doing work, Ron would ALWAYS carry you back to your shared bedroom and lay you down gently on the bed.

Ron will get on the bed and he’d be the big spoon as he’d crawl into bed with you. 

But then you’d turn to face him in your sleep and you’d instinctively pull him closer and your cheek would be resting on chest 

Oml- I can’t the scene is too goddamn wholesome-

Buuuut if you fall asleep on the couch, Ron would bring a nice fluffy blanket to cover you and he’d sit next to you and he’d fall asleep while making sure you were ok-

You never liked waking up or mornings before, but mornings with Ron? Oh yeah, you were DOWN for that-

Ron’s fluffy tousled hair in the morning is GOLDEN and when you’d push it back to reveal his sleepy but hella handsome face, it’s fucking over I swear-

Ron also feels the same when he wakes up next to you and he genuinely thinks that it’s like waking up to an angel-

But Ron’s husky voice when he wakes up is 😩👌💕, is there anymore to say???

You’d two would just stay in bed cuddling with Milo by your side during the few hours of the morning and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Ron was known and cemented as a hardened, scary, and stern soldier, but you didn’t mind one bit. 

Because to you... Ron was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to your life, and you couldn’t care less as to what other people thought of him. 💞

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oooooh i’m probably deceased by now, so boo- but the afterlife can wait im proud of writing these hcs!

i hope you enjoyed these hcs lovely anon and i also hope that it was good enough!

but thank you for reading, everybody, i appreciate it so much- 💞💞😩

[ichayalovesyou]

Enterprise: Strange New World (Live Reaction):

Oooooh so Class-M is for Minshara! Neat.

I GOT FAITH OF THE HEAaART GOIN WHHER THE HART WILL TAKE MEH!

Oh Cutler, T’Pol isn’t quite into making friends with us impulsive, judgemental and naive humans... yet.

This planet is gorgeous, things are going to go HORRIBLY wrong, nobody say “Eden!” Then we’re REALLLLY fucked! Let’s go camping anywayyyyy I guess. You really just recounting an episode of Star Trek as a ghost story huh Travis?

Oh shit somebody has got a headache and bugs are gone bad news! Oh shit Tucker’s a Florida man?? Lmao. TRAVIS YOU ARE IN SPACE DO NOT GO OUT THERE BY YOURSELF.

Okay this crew is proving to be way skittish and high-key unprofessional. I know this show is trying to capture how new humanity is to all this but at the same time this is like the third time someone has flipped out and disobeyed orders, like, come on now :/

Oh I get it! We’ve got shapeshifters on our hands! Maybe that explains the crazy behavior from Ethan(?), T’Pol’s been replaced by one of them I bet!

Oh this Galileo 7 for T’Pol, mmkay. Tucker bruh calm the fuck down okay I bet these alien dudes are either creating illusions or messing with everyone’s heads or both, turning up aggression and distrust. Oh my GOD that transporter accident that’s TERRIFYING!!

Yeah, mind control, this is freaky, and ooc, they are losing theyre goddamn MIND!! Oh there we go! It’s drugs! Oh okay! THAT makes sense!! What a relief cuz things were getting REAL tense, like Trip has his prejudices but I don’t think he’s THAT bad, he’s just fuckin high and paranoid. Got it.

Oh fuck he has LOST his mind. He is definitely talking to people that aren’t there!!! Oh god. Aw Phlox ☹️ it’s never easy to lose a patient. This is some good shit!!! T’Pol is speaking Vulkansu 😍!

Alright good job Archer, acknowledge the fear, be very very careful with people suffering from delusions (I don’t know if they’re portraying it 100% right but it seems okay). Oh thank god T’Pol found the inoculator hoooooo boy that was tense!!

Awwww Trip trying to apologize “challenge your preconceptions and they’ll challenge you.” Hell yeah. Nightmare is over.

[crackimagines]

A Rough Start (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Byleth-Sama: Love is War (Part 1)

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Part Listings Here!

All AU’s involved listed here! 

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With the ball quickly approaching, Sara and Megumi have a person in mind to ask to the dance. What they quickly realize is that they want to ask the same man, and they’re about to turn Garreg Mach Monastery into a battlefield.

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Afternoon...

[A Gentle Breeze - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

(Seteth) “And that concludes are meeting for this week. You are dismissed.”

Everyone got up and walked out the room. 

Byleth headed back to his office, Manuela and Hanneman to theirs, as Sara, Doomguy, Megumi, Towa, and Angelica walked out of the building.

Sara sighed while rubbing her head.

(Sara) “Ugh, the White Heron Cup, huh?”

(Towa) “Are you not excited by it, Sara?”

(Sara) “Not in the slightest! We gotta set up all the decorations for something that’ll last only the afternoon! Plus, we gotta see the kids do some probably boring dance.”

(Megumi) “I think it sounds fun! I can’t wait to see what kind of dances are on display!”

(Towa) “I agree with Professor Sakura! It’s a good way to see Fodlan’s culture after all!”

(Megumi) “What do you think, Slayer?”

Doomguy shrugged, indicating that these sorts of events weren’t really his thing.

(Sara) “The only thing it’s going to remind me is of the upcoming ball and how dull that night is going to be...”

(Megumi) “I’m sure there will be a guy nice enough for you to dance with, Sara!”

(Sara) “Hopefully.”

(Angelica) “Frankly, I’m happy you are taking all the guys. I’ll be going for all the cute girls that’ll show up. Heh, I wonder if I can impress anyone enough to-”

Towa hit Angelica’s head with a clipboard.

(Towa) “No hitting on ANYONE, Angie! We talked about this!”

(Angelica) “Ow, okay okay! Well anyways, who’s going to be telling the Houses this information?”

(Sara) “I got an appointment with my beer can after that meeting, so...bye!”

Sara quickly walked away back to her room.

(Towa) “Well, I guess I-”

Doomguy’s hand was put in front of her and shook his head, and pointed towards himself. Once he waved goodbye to everyone, he went to the classrooms.

(Angelica) “So, Megunee. Who’re you goin’ with?”

(Megumi) “I don’t know yet. I’m sure I’ll think of someone later tonight.”

...

Once the classroom representatives read the paper that was going to describe how their next few weeks were going to go, they voiced their opinions.

(Kazuma) “Ugh great. A ball.”

(Aqua) “What? A NEET like you can’t stomach interaction with other peo-”

(Kazuma) “STOP CALLING ME A NEET YOU BITCH!”

(Akira) “Well, I guess there are worse ways to spend a night.”

(Rean) “I bet everyone will be scrambling to get a partner soon!”

(Yu) “That’ll be exciting.”

(Minako) “Oh, I can’t wait!”

(Minato) “It’s not possible to skip this, is it?”

(Kazuma) “I’m with Minato on this one. Can we?”

Doomguy shook his head no.

(Minako) “Don’t spoil the fun on this you guys! When is the next time we’re going to get to attend something like this?”

(Akira) “She’s got a point.”

(Morgana) “Plus, it’d be remiss for us to miss a chance to attend a fancy ball! We get to work on our people skills!”

(Kazuma) “With stuffy nobles! We had to deal with them a lot last time, and that wasn’t pleasant! I got better things to do that night than hang around a buncha assholes!”

(Yu) “...Pot calling the kettle black there, Kazuma-”

(Kazuma) “And YOU be quiet! I don’t have a bunch of girls surrounding me like you all do! IT’S NOT FAIR!”

(Rean) “...We do?”

Akira, Yu, and Minato shrugged.

(Aqua) “In any case, we should go tell our groups this stuff, yeah?”

Everyone nodded.

(Minako) “We’ll catch ya tomorrow!”

Everyone went their separate ways. Kazuma grumbled under his breath as he walked with Aqua.

(Aqua) “You can’t be shut in all the time! If it’ll get you out, then I’ll take pity and take you to dance with a godde-”

(Kazuma) “I’d rather die.”

(Sothis) “As would I.”

(Kazuma) “FUCKIN’ JESUS!”

Both Aqua and Kazuma were startled by Sothis appearing in front of them.

(Aqua) “Don’t scare us like tha-...Where’s Byleth?”

(Sothis) “That child is doing paperwork currently. I am in no mood to rest, so I thought I might as well join you idiots. Now, what’s this ball I’m hearing so much about?”

(Kazuma) “Tch, well you see...”

...

(Sothis) “...What kind of asinine reasoning is that? That you’ll be miserable if you do not have someone to dance with? Just strut your moves as you see fit!”

(Kazuma) “Psh, I wish we could, then maybe I could have a bit of fun! But no, this isn’t some nightclub, it’s some boring ass ball dancing!”

(Aqua) “Ugh, I’ve had enough of your whining. I’m off to drink.”

(Kazuma) “I hope you have a hangover!”

Late Evening...

[Evening Moments - Trails of Cold Steel]

Sara slammed her mug down onto the table.

(Sara) “Ah, that’s a nice cold brew you got us tonight, Manuela!”

(Manuela) “Ugh, I’m going to need it to forget about this week. That ball is going to be a sad reminder of my life...”

(Sara) “Here here...”

(Aqua) “Yeesh, everyone’s talkin’ doom and gloom about this damn ball! You girls just need to relax alright?! We can have fun dancing together!”

(Manuela) “Oh sweetie, you don’t understand. When you’re as old as us, you’re going to be lamenting this too...”

(Aqua) “I’m older than the both of you!”

(Sara) “Right right...goddess stuff and all that.”

Manuela and Sara chugged their beer.

(Aqua) “Well fine, I’ll humor you two then! Who are you going to ask to dance?”

(Manuela) “Well, there was this cute knight I saw earlier today. He seemed like a nice enough fellow. What about you, Sara?”

(Sara) “Someone who’d dance with me regardless of my habits...”

She considered her options. Frankly not a lot of people in the Monastery could stand her, and those who did were far too young. But...

(Sara) “Aha!”

Manuela and Aqua looked at her with a curious expression.

(Sara) “I know just the man!”

...

Megumi had just finished her paperwork for the night and was headed to her rooms before she almost ran into Kasumi.

(Kasumi) “Oh, please excuse me, Sakura-sensei!”

(Megumi) “Hello, Yoshizawa. I’m sorry I almost hit you there!”

(Kasumi) “That’s a lot of papers, do you need some help?”

(Megumi) “No I-...Actually, it’d be a big help if you could, thank you!”

Splitting the papers they walked to Megumi’s room.

(Megumi) “So, are you excited for the ball that’s coming soon?”

(Kasumi) “Indeed! Doing gymnastics is a bit different from dancing, but the footing seems similar, so I’m excited to try! Have we elected a representative for the White Heron Cup yet?”

(Megumi) “No, that’s something Sara, Slayer, and I need to discuss still.”

(Kasumi) “I see, well I hope you choose well. By the way, what about you? Are you excited?”

(Megumi) “Quite a bit, actually! I’m interested in seeing how the students dance, and how Fodlan dancing is compared to Japanese. Hah, as for asking someone to the dance, that’s an ongoing problem.”

(Kasumi) “Well, you’re a very kind person, Sakura-sensei! I’m sure that anyone would be more than happy to!”

(Megumi) “Hah, thank you Yoshizawa. To be frank, it’s not a matter of getting anyone that’s bothering me, it’s just having the right person. These sorts of things should be special, you know? O-Oh! Listen to me ramble, sorry! Thank you for helping out.”

Kasumi gave Megumi the papers.

(Kasumi) “Anytime! I hope you find the person you’re looking for!”

Kasumi bowed and walked away, Megumi opening her door and putting the papers on her desk.

(Megumi) “Well, if I had to choose anyone it’d be...-”

...

Megumi went back to the offices and saw Byleth’s door spilling candlelight beneath the door.

She was about to knock before Sara came around the corner.

(Sara) “Oh, heya Megunee. What’re you doin’?”

(Megumi) “Hello Sara. I was about to ask Byleth something, but its not that important. I’ll just come back later.”

(Sara) “Neither’s mine. It was just going to be about the Ball.”

(Megumi) “What a coincidence! That’s what I was going to talk to him about.

(Sara & Megumi) “...”

(Sara) “Were you about to-”

(Megumi) “-Ask him to the ball?”

!!!

(Sara) “Sis, I’m gonna need you to stand aside.”

(Megumi) “Huh?”

(Sara) “I need this more than you do, Megunee! You don’t understand the struggles I’ve been through!”

(Megumi) “...O-Oh! You have feelings for him then? I apologize, I’ll let you ask-”

(Sara) “HUH?! N-NO I DON’T! I WAS JUST GOING TO SEE IF HIS LONELY ASS NEEDED A GIRL LIKE ME!”

(Megumi) “...But didn’t you just-”

(Sara) “Alright, that’s it! KNOW WHAT?! I THINK I GOT A BETTER IDEA! HOW ABOUT WE LET HIM CHOOSE?!”

Megumi didn’t quite understand what Sara was going on about but...

Losing to Sara on this didn’t sit quite right with her. Regardless, Megumi agreed.

(Megumi) “Alright then, that’s fine with me.”

(Sara) “We’ll see who ends up the victor! It’s going to be me!”

Sara stormed away while Megumi stood there confused for a moment before she registered what she really meant.

(Megumi) “Oooooh! Hmph! Fine! If she’s going to act like that, then I’ll make sure not to fall that easily either! This means war, Sara!”

Byleth was inside doing paperwork. He was only half paying attention to the conversation while Sothis went outside to see what was going on. She was laughing hysterically when she came back in.

(Byleth) “What was going on out there?”

(Sothis) “Oh nothing. Just a lover’s dispute.”

(Byleth) “Whoever they are, they sounded cross.”

(Sothis) Oh sweet child, you have NO idea of what’s coming...

[Love Dramatic - Love is War]

[scarletfish]

don’t worry, you will

Summary: Two weeks ago, Juno was engaged. Now he's quarantined with a complete stranger who can't operate a microwave and has no sense of personal space.  And they were quarantined (oh my god, they were quarantined!)

Pairings: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, background Vespa/Buddy in future chapters Word Count: 3000 Chapters: 1/5 Warnings: canon-typical alcohol abuse, depression AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24016468/chapters/57779629

A/N: Thanks @space-city-traffic for the prompt, and @pipis-pods for the suggestion that Juno and Vespa communicate and become friends 

Chapter 1

Diamond paid you $1520 . Your Venmo balance is now $1520.  

Fiancee. Rent. They’re the first and last things on Juno’s mind. He realizes he’s been sitting in the parking garage for over ten minutes, idling and staring at the alert on his cracked phone screen. He turns the car off.

His car with a long crack in the windshield. Everything is goddamn broken. He gets out of the car, pauses. Gets back in the car.

This calls for a detour.

***

Twenty minutes later, Juno is ready to take his newly acquired liquor to his room so he can introduce it to his newly acquired headache, but he still has one more stop to make.

Hyperion Apartment Complex twists eight stories high, and the tacky light grey brick facade is almost reflective at night. Semi-nice rooms in a mostly bad part of town. Hyperion city makes cheap look beautiful, the way fast-food commercials brush up plastic meat with shoe polish and glue. Diamond had always hated it.

Juno shoulders into the leasing office with two large grocery bags. The front desk is empty, and everything is fading or peeling. He rings the bell and sits on a peely, faded chair to wait. Might as well put the whisky to good use.

Taking a swig, he looks out the floor-length windows to the filmy outdoor pool. (Rita swears security fished a body out of it a couple years ago. Juno told her she needs to stop watching so much Law and Order.) For the hundredth time, he wonders if this is even worth it. She's going to ask questions, it's inevitable, and he doesn't know how to answer them. Doesn't know the answers himself.

He starts poking holes in the plastic grocery bags with his thumbnail. Takes another swig. Then a couple more-

“Boss!” Rita bobs into view with her tablet in hand, Cheeto dust on her bright purple jacket.

Since the police force scandal, Juno runs a small PI business from a shitty downtown office, which is where he met Rita. To this day Juno’s not sure how or when she wormed her way into a position he wasn't even offering. He’s also not sure when she sleeps. As far as he knows, the part time leasing office representative is her third job- she also does... something with computers.

“Rita,” swig, “I need a favor.” The shorter woman has already started talking, anticipating their usual back and forth.

“And I know I ain’t supposed to call you that here, but you are my boss, and I don’t think my other bosses-- wait, huh?” Confused by the change in script, Rita eyes the half-empty bottle of whisky in Juno’s hand. Her eyes jump to the clock.

“Mista Steel, are you okay?” One pro of hiring Rita: she’s very perceptive. Con of hiring Rita: way too perceptive.

“Fine. I need you to check someone out for me.” Rita’s eyes immediately light up.

“Oooooh, boss, another case already? Is it gonna be as exciting as the one with Mista Prince Julian? Are we gonna get to travel? I’ve always wanted to go somewhere exotic, like Maine, or Florida-” Juno cuts her off before she can get going.

“He was a dramatic politician with a cheating husband who ended up dead, Rita. Not everything is a Netflix rom-com.”

There's a bitterness in his tone that might not have been there a week ago, but the smaller woman doesn't notice. She's already sunk into her desk chair, head propped in both hands, sighing dreamily as she swivels back and forth. Time to bring out the big guns.

Juno reaches into his shopping bag and pulls out the chips, dangling them in front of Rita’s heart eyes. She snatches. He raises them just out of reach.

“Focus. It’s not a case. There’s this guy I need you to find. I’ve got name and place of employment. Can you do it or not?”

Rita pouts. “But boss,” she whines, “you don’t even need me for that, you can just Google his name like I showed you. I thought we were gonna do something exciting.” Juno pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, well, Google isn’t gonna cut it this time, because,” I wasn’t really paying attention when you showed me that, “because, he’s highly secretive. And, that’s potential name. And potential place of employment, my source isn’t very,” he almost chokes on this last word, “reliable .”

The gears start turning. “Secretive… hang on Boss, is this another high-profiler? Have you been holding out on me?” She lowers her voice (not much). “Boss, this is about a case, right, you just can’t tell me because they might have tapped the phones!?”

What… who does she think they are? Juno drops his head into his hands to rub his temples. When Juno doesn't immediately contradict her, Rita continues in her stage whisper.

“Don’t worry Boss, Rita’s got your back! I’ll have this secretive criminal tracked down before they even know we’re on their case!”

“It’s not a case.”

“I’ll be as quiet as… as those monsters in The Quiet Place! Except they ain’t so quiet when they’re attacking people, but neither are we when we’ve got the bad guys cornered and we’re ready to take them out-”

Besides the recent political debacle with Julian and his missing husband (that one was a high-paying scrap tossed Juno’s way by an old friend), most of the cases he’s hired for are affair investigations and insurance fraud.

He’s certain neither he nor Rita have “taken anyone out” ever ... unless you count that time he tried to teach Rita to drive stick shift. Or the Hot Tub Debacle. But those were accidents.

Juno slings the bag of snacks onto her desk. “Just find out whatever you can about the guy, okay?”

“Fresh shrimp flavored?” Rita squeals, “Aw, you’re the best Mista Steel!” She digs into the large bag and talks around a mouthful of orange crumbs while Juno tries not to vomit in his mouth.

“Shipping ish ‘aking fore’er wi’ this crathy thirus thing goin’ gon,” she swallows, “speaking of, have you been watching the news Boss?”

“Every morning with my sunrise yoga. Listen Rita, I’ll check in with you tomorrow, okay?” Juno’s limbs are… heavy, suddenly. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s because he hasn’t slept well in that last, oh, ten years... or maybe it’s the weight of that single text, sitting in his phone for almost a week now. Looking at Rita, he thinks of telling her everything. Just spilling his guts right onto the scuffed linoleum floor.

The engagement. The text. The Craigslist ad. The man he’s supposed to be meeting tomorrow.

Rita’s still chattering on, and her voice cuts through the haze. “-but you never told me the name of Mister Criminal?” She happily shoves another handful of chips in her mouth. “Oooo, or is it so secret you need to write it down on a piece of paper and then I can read it and eat the paper-”

“Peter Ransom. Might’ve done a job for Vallas Vicky’s hotel recently.” That’s all he knows. “And he’s not a criminal Rita, he’s just a normal guy.”

Rita’s dialogue wanders around to closing borders and something about Italy, but Juno’s already moving towards the door (it shuts a bit harder than he intended). He doesn't know why he's so upset with Rita, when all she's done is try to cheer him up and offered her help. He makes his way back to the parking garage elevator. It smells like cotton candy vape and something vaguely mossy. A group of ragged kids is flying down the incline around the corner on penny boards.

Juno takes another swig of whiskey in front of the chrome doors and jams the elevator button about twenty times before he remembers.

Of course the fucking elevator is down for the weekend.

He wants to sit at the bottom of the stairwell and drink himself into oblivion. He want to wallow in this feeling for a moment, the feeling of the universe kicking him while he’s down.

Instead, he drags himself to the stairwell, drudges down the second floor hall, and practically collapses through the door.

An eager chittering greets him from the cage in the living room. “Hey, Smallfry.”

Diamond wouldn’t go near the ball of fluff (“It’s so dirty Juno,”) so when they moved in together eight months ago, the rabbit was a launching point for multiple arguments. Juno drops his grocery bag of Timothy hay and carrots by the cage, not bothering to stash it in the kitchen.

He pointedly doesn’t look in the smaller second bedroom that Diamond claimed as an office space. He doesn’t look at their shared bed either, because the sight of the rumpled sheets will just wrap around his ribcage and squeeze and squeeze until he can’t breathe again and everything is spinning-

Juno takes another swig and collapses on the couch. And then, because he wants to hate himself a bit, he thumbs through his phone to his fiancee’s most recent text. No matter how often Juno reads it, it never changes.

3:56AM: Diamond

Juno. I’ll forward my part of two month’s rent before the month is over. That should be long enough for you to find a temporary roommate, at least until the lease expires at the end of the year. Do what you’d like with the furniture.

Ex-fiancee.

***

Juno bolts upright, disoriented and confused. The decorative couch pillows left lines on his cheek, and he’s nursing the beginning of a monster headache. He gropes around for his phone. 7PM. It’s only been a few hours.

It feels like days. Months. Years.

Juno shivers. He left the door to the porch open, and a cool fall breeze is raising goosebumps on his arm. A nearby screen door slams, and heavy boots tread the balcony next door. “Hey piss-bucket, you been day drinking again?”

The green-haired nuisance next door is only loud when she chooses to be, so Juno knows she's hoping to stir him out for a cigarette or two. He wonders briefly when Buddy will be back. Vespa only gets this chatty when her partner is gone for long periods of time on work trips.

He toys with the idea of stepping out. Hey Vespa. How're the axe-throwing students? (She refuses to tell him what she does for work, so Juno assigns her a new job every night.)

She’ll respond with something like, Great. If your failed PI business finally tanks, we could always use some new targets.

Maybe if Juno gets drunk enough, he’ll tell her why he’s not planning on ever being sober again. Tell her that he’s such a fucked up human, his fiancee ghosted him three weeks before the wedding with no forwarding address. Over text.

She’ll have to laugh at that. It’s the goddamn joke of the century, and Juno’s the punchline.

He jumps violently when his phone starts ringing. “I know you can hear me, Steel,” Vespa sneers from her balcony.

Juno groans at the name lighting up his screen. He was wrong- he’s not the punchline. Fucking Mick Mercury is.

He almost sends it to voicemail, but at the last second he crosses to the balcony door, wrestles the screen closed as Vespa flips him off (“What, too busy getting wasted alone?”) and finally slides the door shut with a bang.

He leans against the wall by Smallfry’s cage.

“Whaddya want, Mick.” Juno’s brain struggles to keep up with the excited babble streaming out of the phone.

“Juno! That hit we got on your listing? The Peter guy? He messaged again!”

No one’s outright asked Juno, “Did your fiancee ghost you three weeks before your wedding over text?”, so he’s not lying to his friends, per se. He just isn’t ready for the inevitable string of I-told-you-so’s from Rita and Vespa, who have hated Diamond since the moment they waltzed into Juno’s life ten months ago and stomped all over his heart with their designer boots.

Mick, bless him, is blissfully ignorant of Juno’s recent string of unfortunate life events. He’s blissfully ignorant about most things, actually, but his unending stream of well-intentioned business ventures mean he knows how to advertise.

Juno isn’t sure who Craig is, or why he keeps lists of random shit online. All he knows is that he can't afford rent on his own, and Mick owed him a favor. A lot of favors.  

“Let me guess, he's found something better and he's not interested anymore.”

Fuck Diamond for putting him in this situation. Even if he deserves it. Even if he should’ve known better.  

“No, Juno! He says, and I quote,” he clears his throat and reads dramatically, “‘Juno, would it be possible to move our rendezvous sooner? Due to personal issues I find I’m in need of accommodations a bit sooner than expected, and your ad did say the room was available post haste.’” Mick drops his voice back to normal. “He wants to meet sooner!”

“Yeah, I got that Mick. ‘Post haste’?”

“I went for a 'trustworthy but not desperate' vibe, ya feel?” Juno is quickly wishing he read and approved the ad before Mick posted it across the internet in his name.

“All right Mick, whatever, sure, just let me know when you set it up for.” There’s a long, telling silence. “...Mick?”

“Okay so here’s the thing,” and with that, Juno knows the universe is screwing with him again, “I kinda already told him you could meet him tomorrow morning? At eight? And I gave him the address of the apartment?” His words get faster with each blow.

“You gave him the address? Goddamn it Mick, I thought we were meeting for coffee somewhere first so I could make sure he’s not some wackjob who wants to hack me to pieces and wear my skin as a suit!” Juno’s less worried about becoming a potential skin suit and more worried about waking up before noon with the spectacular hangover he’s got planned, but he’s not going to tell Mick that.

“Oh Juno, you’re so,” he chuckles, “you’re hilarious! Skin suit. Ha! You’ve been watching Law and Order with Rita again, haven’t you?” Juno resists the urge to slam his head into the wall and end it all.

“Anyways, get some sleep tonight and make a good impression on our friend tomorrow! I’ll pass him your number. And hey, maybe you could mention my new Hair-in-a-Can line? One good turn and all that. The recall went real smooth with the last one!”

“Mick, hang on, listen to me-” Juno’s cut off by a loud crash in the background.

“Sorry Juno, gotta go, the cans are a bit more,” a high-pitched scream, “uh, high-pressured than we expected, good luck pal, don’t be a stranger!”

The line goes dead. Perfect. Juno eyes Smallfry.

“Not like I have anything worth stealing, huh? Unless he deals in small, neurotic rabbits.” He restocks Smallfry’s hay before he’s too drunk to remember. Vespa's convinced that a hungry rabbit might be inclined to chew through the apartment wall and go on a carnivorous hunting spree.

“My last roommate had a rabbit. It got mad when their sister’s rabbit got a nicer cage, so it chewed straight through the bars and,” she snapped her fingers, “chomp chomp. Nothing left but rabbits feet.”

“Bullshit.”

“What are you Steel, the rabbit whisperer? Okay, maybe it was a gerbil! Whatever, same difference.”

Then he grabs an extra blanket from the hall closet (it really is starting to get cold), two bottles of liquor, and the TV remote and settles onto the couch for another long night.

***

The best mornings are the mornings Juno wakes up still drunk and pleasantly fuzzy. This is not one of those mornings.

His alarm is playing quite loudly, meaning it’s probably been going off for quite some time, and two things happen in quick succession as his brain painfully struggles towards consciousness.

He rolls over in bed to grab at his phone and realizes the bed is actually a narrow couch. He hits the floor with a heavy thump . He's blindly swiping at the floor trying to turn the damn thing off, ignoring the nagging anxiety that he’s forgotten something important... There!

Blearily, he reads the alarm label… “SOUR CREAM.” What?

There’s a sharp knock at his door. His tipsy brain stumbles around in tight circles. He set that alarm weeks ago while cooking… never bothered to re-label it.... that doesn’t explain…

A second set of knocking, more forceful this time, accompanied by a muffled voice.

It’s 7:50AM and he honestly can’t remember why he’s supposed to be waking up or who could possibly be at the door. No, wait… he vaguely remembers…

Mick. The phone call. The desperate roommate.

All at once, Juno’s certain that he doesn’t need a roommate. It’s only four months after all, and the idea of a complete stranger snooping around his stuff, asking questions about his life, getting tangled up with his job, makes Juno’s skin crawl. It’s not worth the money. He can figure that out… somehow.

It’s decided. He’ll ignore the knocking. This Peter guy will eventually give up, he’ll tell Mick to take down the advertisement, and he’ll figure something else out.

Then a noise outside the door makes his blood run cold. He knows that giggle.

“Sorry Mista Criminal, lemme just, ngh-hungh, try that key.” Rita, traitor secretary and ex-best friend, is using her spare key to let this man into Juno’s apartment. The stranger’s muffled voice leaks through the door. “Could you maybe...?”

There’s no time to think. Juno’s only on the second floor, there are bushes underneath the window. If he can get out quick enough, he might be able to avoid a meeting altogether-

“Thank you Rita, you are an absolute gem, and twice as beautiful if I might add...” the door clicks open.

Might’ve been able to. If he’d moved a little quicker.

“Hello! Juno, I presume?”

Fuck.

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Thank you so much for the CFS reaction! I got one last ask before I quit bugging you (I'm greedy, I know). How bout companions in an Art vs Art situation, but it's synth, and human Sol? How would they identify the real Sole, and what do thet do with the synth? Thanks for all this, it means a lot to me! xx

You’re not bugging me in the slightest; I love writing reactions! I always get excited when i get a new request—the more, the merrier! Please enjoy!😊

oh yeah side note: i usually like to make “silent soles” so you can lut yourself in their shoes, but i kinda had to give Sole dialogue in this one.

FO4 Companions React: Real Sole vs Synth Sole

Sole and their companion were leaving Walden Pond when they noticed a person nearby. A person who looked identical to Sole. The pair approached the individual, and the two Soles began bickering about who the “real [name]” was:

Hancock

“I’m too sober to deal with this right now,” Hancock stated, “I’m just gonna hit some Daddy-O real quick

“Take your time,” Sole 1 stated.

“Don’t you dare, Hancock,” Sole 2 warned, “You know how you get with that Daddy-O shit.”

Hancock immediately took out his knife and stabbed Sole 1. He approached Sole 2, the real Sole.

“Can’t have two of you running around. I can barely manage one,” Hancock teased. “Imagine all the trouble two of you would cause…I’m glad you don’t have a twin!”

Piper:

“Oh jeez. Why do these kinda things always have to happen to us?” Piper complained. She thought for a moment and then had an idea. “Hey! The real [name] would know the special nickname I gave them. What is it?”

Sole 1 blinked. “Uh…buddy?”

Sole 2 smirked, “Blue. Because I lived in Vault 111.”

Piper beamed. “Ding ding! We have winner,” she exclaimed. She looked at synth Sole.

“So you’re the synth, huh? You got nowhere to go?” Piper thought for a moment. “I would let you crash at my place in Diamond City, but if word gets out that you’re a synth…I don’t even want to think about it.”

Sole 1 frowned.

“How about you come with us for now, okay? We’ll get you situated.” Piper promised.

Gage:

“Oh damn. Oh shit. I‘m no good at these find the difference games,” Gage panicked. He then had an idea. He quickly adjusted his fingers and threw his hands in the air.

“What’s going on?” Sole 1 asked.

Sole 2 did another hand motion and Gage smiled. He looked at the fake Sole.

“Gang signs, ya poser.” Gage explained just before gunning down Sole 1.

Gage then shifted his attention to Sole 2, “And ya said these signs were stupid. I sure showed ya, didn’t I?

Danse:

Danse looked back and forth between the two Soles. “I’ll return momentarily,” the Paladin began, “I’m going to find Cutler

and get his opinion. He has a good eye for these kinds of situations.”

“Should I wait here, or do you want me to come with you?” Sole 1 inquired.

“Isn’t Cutler…” Sole 2 hesitated, mindful of their companion’s PTSD, “…not…not alive right now?”

Danse whipped out his laser rifle and vaporized Sole 1. The real Sole smiled and approached the Paladin.

“I knew you would catch on, soldier.” Danse commented, “You’re much sharper than that synthetic vermin.”

Preston:

“This is tough…you both look the same,” Preston hesitated, “But I need to pick the right one. Marshal, can you help me out?”

“No problem Preston,” Sole 1 began, “I have been there for you and the Minutemen through thick and thin. Always fighting for the people. It would be a shame if you lost all of that by shooting me instead of that imposter over there.”

“Marshal?” Sole 2 asked, “Did I get a promotion?”

Preston immediately stared at Sole 1. “You’re the imposter,” Preston said, “Now what?”

He thought for a moment and then nodded. “Would you like to join the Minutemen?” He asked the synth. Sole 1 nodded. “Excellent. You can follow us back to Sanctuary Hills and we’ll get you acquainted with everyone over there.”

Nick:

“Alright, synth. Let’s see how sly you really are,” Nick challenged, “Give this old detective a run for his money.”

Nick approached the two Soles and scanned them. After about two minutes of careful examination, the detective walked up to the synth Sole.

“You’re the synth,” He stated plainly, “You have one of two options: live an honest life and don’t cause trouble for the sake of my friend here, or die right here, right now.”

Sole 1 shuttered, “The first option. I won’t cause any problems—I promise!”

Nick solemnly nodded, “Then you’re free to go.”

The panicked synth swiftly ran off into the distance.

Sole stared at Nick in disbelief and the detective chuckled.

“The Institute sure is good at making carbon copies of people‘s physical appearance. Fortunately, they haven’t quite nailed replicating idiosyncrasies yet,” Nick smirked, “I know you never take that wedding ring off. Your clone over there didn’t get the memo, apparently.”

Cait:

“God dammit, these synths are sneaky little rats, aren’t they?” Cait studied the two Soles and scratched her head, “I can’t deal with this shite right now. I’m goin to take a hit of psycho.”

“Wait, Cait! Hold on,” Sole 1 pleaded. “This doesn’t have to be hard. I swear, I’m the real [name]!”

“Why?” Sole cried in frustration, “We just busted our asses getting you cleaned up in Vault 95 and you’re just going to throw it all away?”

Cait took put her shot gun and shot Sole 2. She approached the real Sole, who now looked distraught. She looked at them sympathetically.

“I would never, darlin. It was just a test. And you passed,” she reassured, “I’m sorry for hurtin ye like that.”

MacCready

“Two [names], huh? This is gonna be fun,” MacCready smirked and held out his hand, “My most prized possession. Give it to me.”

Sole 1 scratched their head as Sole 2 promptly placed a toy soldier in MacCready’s hand.

“Thank you, friend,” MacCready beamed, looking at Sole 2. He then whipped out his gun, “And goodnight imposter,” he stated, sniping Sole 1 in the forehead.

He walked over to the real Sole and smiled, “I hope you didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to tell the two of you apart. I could’ve figured it out even without the soldier.”

X6-88:

X6 looked at Sole 1, then at Sole 2.

“Alpha-9-3-Beta.”

Sole 1 immediately collapsed, and Sole whipped their head to look at their companion.

X6 approached them. “I’m a professional Courser, [sir/ma’am]. You don’t have to worry about rouge synths fooling me.”

Deacon:

“Two’s a crowd!” Deacon exclaimed, “Guess it’s time for comedy hour!” He dramatically cleared his throat: “Two Brotherhood of Steel soldiers are sitting in a tank,” he began.

Sole 1 looked interested in the joke, while Sole 2 rolled their eyes.

“One soldier tells the other: BLUB BLUB GLUB BLUB GLUB. The other soldier drowns.”

Sole 1 immediately started laughing while Sole 2 shots daggers at Deacon.

Deacon knew instantly who was whom. He pulled out his gun and aimed at Sole 1, “Sayonara!” He shouted.

Sole 1 braced for impact, but nothing happened. They looked at Deacon.

“I’m just messin with ya,” he began, “As long as you promise not to go screwing up my pal’s reputation, I don’t have any reason to kill you. In fact, you could probably be a valuable member of the Railroad if you wanted to join our cause.”

Sole 1 nodded and Deacon grinned.

“Great! Why don’t you start heading down to the Old North Church then. There should be a secret door and the password is Railroad. Let them know Deacon sent ya.”

As soon as Sole 1 left, Deacon looked at the real Sole with a goofy smiled plastered across his face. “Now back to what we were talkin about before…I know you’re a huge fan of my jokes. Wanna hear another one?”

Strong:

“Why two human?” Strong asked, scratching his head. “Was only one this morning.”

“That’s because they're a faker.” Sole 1 said, pointing an accusing finger at Sole 2.

“Shut up. No you’re not. I am!” Sole 1 retorted.

“Human fight with clone. Yes. Interesting.” Strong commented, “But Strong want to smash clone.”

The Sole’s were silent for a moment before Strong spoke again.

“Human know this. Who Strong’s favorite au-thor?”

“You don’t read…do you?” Sole 1 asked.

“William Shakespeare.” Sole 2 answered confidently.

“That real human,” Strong said, pointing at Sole 2. “Goodnight, clone,” Strong stated as he bashed the synth with his super sledge.

Curie:

“Oh my…” Curie mused, looking back and forth between the two Soles, “I…I don’t know who’s who!”

“I’m the real [name]!” Sole 1 pressed, “How can you not tell the two of us apart? We’re best friends”

“[He/She]’s lying!” Sole 2 swore, “I’m the real one!”

Curie frantically looked back and forth between the two Soles when she suddenly had an idea.

“Both of you turn around and lift up your shirt.”

The two Sole’s obeyed and Curie examined their backs. Sole 1’s back was smooth, but covered with a few cuts and bruises. Sole 2’s back was also slightly bruised and cut, but unlike Sole 1, they had a large, stitched up laceration that ran from one rib to the other. It was an injury they had received upon fighting a Mirelurk King with Curie.

She approached Sole 2. “You, you’re the real [name]! I’m so glad I was able to tell.” She then looked at Sole 1. “It must be fun looking like one of the most fascinating people in the Commonwealth.” Curie remarked. “But we can’t have you running around and pretending to be [name]. I’m so sorry…”

“Wait,” Sole 1 pled, “I won’t cause any problems. You have my word.”

Curie smiled. “Well, I’m glad! If you promise you won’t do evil, you are free to go!”

Sole 1 thanked Curie and Sole for sparing them as they rushed away.

Longfellow:

“I am one confused sea cucumber right now,” Longfellow stated, scratching his head, “I’m too old for this shit. Dammit, [name], why would you do this to a senile old man?”

The two Sole’s stared at Longfellow.

“Only one way to find out who the real deal is,” Longfellow pulled a fiddle out from seemingly nowhere and began to sing:

“Oooooh-! What you’re gonna do with a drunken sailor?

What you’re gonna do with a drunken sailor?

What you’re gonna do with a drunken sailor…?”

Sole one raised an eyebrow while Sole 2 beamed.

“Early in the morning!” The latter finished.

Longfellow smiled and shot the synth Sole to the ground. He then approached his real companion.

“I know that’s your favorite sea shanty, [lad/lassy]!” He exclaimed, “My pleasure to have rid the world of your evil clone.”

Ada:

“The two of you look identical. It’s going to be hard to tell who the imposter is, but I have an idea.” Ada declared. She suddenly lit up and projected an image onto the ground. It appeared to be an empty checkbox with the words I am not a robot written next to it.

“This high-tech projection is touch-sensitive,” Ada explained, “So who is going to try to check the box first?”

Sole 1 stepped forward. They tapped the box with their foot and nothing happened. They then tried again with their hand. They then stomped on it, and jumped on it. The box would not check.

“This stupid thing isn’t a touch screen!” Sole 1 complained, “Don’t lie!”

Just then Sole 2 stepped up. They lightly tapped the box and a check appeared.

“That answers our question, then.” Ada declared. “It looks like she is the real human being. I am sorry.”

Sole 1 slumped a bit, “Now what?”

Ada thought for a moment. “Well, I think I know someone who could use some company. Her name is Isabel Cruz. She should be located at the Robotics Technology Facility in East Boston.”

“Thank you,” Sole 1 stated, as they turned and ran away.

Codsworth

“Oh bother…” Codsworth mumbled, looking back and forth between the two Soles, “you both look completely identical.”

“It’s me, I’m the real [name]!” Sole 1 shouted.

“No, I am!” Sole 2 hollered back.

The two continued to bicker until Codsworth spoke again, “Only the real [name] would know the answer to this question!”

The two Soles perked up.

“What name did the [hubby/wife] insist on giving me before you settled on Codsworth?”

Sole 2 immediately answered, rolling her eyes at the memory “Mr. BB-8 But Floating and British.”

“Correct!” Codsworth cheered. He then turned to Sole 1. “I’m not going to harm you, [sir/ma’am] so long as you do not cause any trouble in [name]’s body.

The synth hastily nodded and ran away.

Codsworth then floated over to the real Sole. “You know, I never really did have the chance to properly thank you for changing my…unique name,” he stayed, shuttering, “So thank you. I am very grateful.”

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Sugar Daddy McCree part 4

OMG! It’s me! I’m not dead! Just dead effing tired. Grad school y’all. It’s a bitch. But like a rewarding bitch. That takes up all your time. Like getting a new puppy! But I’m rambling . . .

Here’s the post you should have had 2 weeks ago. Sorry. I’m doing my best, I promise, but now that I’m done with everything, I can write more consistently again and I’m sooooo happy! I miss you guys and writing in general - well, non-study proposal writing. Literature reviews are death.

But here’s some cuteness from McCree’s POV. A bit over 1,700 words of it. Sorry I don’t have more, but I hope you enjoy!

McCree was basically head over heels for you after that first date. If it hadn’t been a completely insane thing to do, he might have just popped on down to the closest jewelry store to buy you a ring, but even he knew better than that. Unfortunately, McCree had been sent to work his corporate relations magic a few days after your date and now he was stuck in an airport, wishing he could be with you.

The PA system suddenly dinged causing McCree and the dozens of people all waiting alongside him to look up at the speakers. “Due to the current snowstorm, all flights have been postponed for another 2 hours. Thank you for your patience and understanding.”

A collective groan rang out and McCree huffed angrily. “Son of a god-damned, motherlovin’ -”

Someone next to McCree cleared their throat loudly. He glanced over and saw a pair of little girls sitting beside him. They both had wide eyes, staring at McCree expectantly, waiting for him to say a naughty word. The girls’ father was eyeing McCree with an aggravated look.

“My apologies,” McCree said, flushing and tipping his hat to the family, “seems my mouth got the better of me again.”

“Uh-huh,” the father said, shaking his head a bit.

“Mister,” asked the littlest girl.

“Yes, little lady?”

She giggled and grinned, “Are you a real cowboy?”

McCree smiled from ear to ear, “I don’t get to ride horseback as much as I’d like to anymore, but I can still rope n’ lope with the best of ‘em.”

Both the little girls let out a long ‘oooooh.’

“What’s a ‘lope,’” the older girl asked.

“It’s a kind of movement the horse makes,” McCree explained.

Before the children could ask anything more, their father spoke up. “Alright now girls, we’d better stop pestering the cowboy and see if we can find a hotel room for the night. I don’t think we’re getting on a plane tonight.”

“Aw,” both girls whined, hopping out of the chair. “Bye Mister Cowboy,” the littlest one said.

“Hope you get to ride a horse again soon,” the older one added.

McCree laughed, “Me too, little miss, me too.” He tipped his hat to them again and channeled his Woody the Cowboy impression for a, “Take care, partners.”

Both girls lit up and waved happily as their father ushered them away.

“What’s a man gotta do to get a family like that,” McCree chuckled to himself. “Can’t wait to have me a couple a’ girls to spoil the hell out of. “

With that thought, McCree’s mind instantly wandered to you. He glanced down at his phone and frowned at the clock. It was late where you were, but not ridiculously late. He could maybe chance a phone call.

But was that needy? To be calling you up in the middle of the night just to talk after only 1 date? But then again, this wasn’t technically a normal relationship. Maybe since he was your ‘sugar daddy’ he could call and have it not seem desperate.

Well, at least not too desperate.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing his things and wandering around the airport, looking for a quiet place to have a personal conversation. McCree tucked himself into a hallway next to the closing food court and made himself comfortable, his luggage acting as a backrest as he lounged on the wooden bench.

McCree sat there, waiting for you to pick up – hoping you would pick up – while simultaneously wondering what he was going to say to you. He was debating the pros and cons of making up a more legitimate excuse for calling you than ‘I’m lonely’ when you answered.

“Hello,” you said, sounding a bit groggy.

“Ah, damn,” McCree said, scrunching up his face in embarrassment, “I woke ya up, didn’t I? I’m sorry darlin,’ I’ll – ”

“No, no! I wasn’t asleep,” you explained hurriedly. “Well, maybe a little, but I was just snoozing on the couch, so no worries. Something up, McCree?”

“Nothing dramatic,” McCree drawled, smiling at the drowsy tone in your sweet voice, “just stuck in a snowstorm is all.”

“Ew,” you said passionately, “I’m not looking forward to winter here in the city. It makes me even more of a hermit.”

“Better to be snowed in at home than in an airport.”

“Ah, shit! You’re still at the airport? Can’t you go get a hotel room or something?”

“I could,” McCree shrugged, “but I fully intend to hop on the first flight out of here. I just wanna be back in my bed.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Jesse,” you cooed, “I know we haven’t been together long, but it sure seems like you’re on the road more often than not. That’s got to be hard.”

“It is,” he sighed, “but it’s a little easier now.”

“How so?”

“Well, cause I got the idea of coming back and seein’ you to keep me goin,’” McCree said with a sly grin.

“Ever the charmer, aren’t you,” you laughed, “Tell you what, when you get back to town, I’ll have you over for a proper home-cooked meal. How does that sound?”

McCree groaned almost erotically. “Oh babydoll, you have no idea how good that sounds. Its been ages since I had anything home-cooked.”

You giggled on the other end of the line and McCree smiled wistfully. He missed you. He’d give just about anything to have you snuggled up next to him right now.

“Darlin,’” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for answering. I was in desperate need of a pick-me-up.”

“Of course, McCree,” you said kindly, “that’s what I’m here for. Did you just want to chat in general, or did you have something on your mind?”

“Nothin’ in particular, beautiful, just saw a couple of cute as all hell kiddos and their Pops and got all sentimental,” McCree admitted.

You laughed loudly and when you spoke again you sounded just a tinge mischievous. “I bet kids love seeing you, don’t they? That hat and those boots and those spurs . . . “

“Are you makin’ fun of my style, beautiful?! I’m downright offended,” McCree teased.

“I’m not making fun of anything,” you replied, “not in the least! The first time I saw you I was delighted. And I still am.”

“That’s good to hear,” McCree chuckled, “’cause if you weren’t a fan of my get-up we probably wouldn’t last very long.”

“I adore your ‘get-up,’ Jesse and never think otherwise – right down to the stitching on your boots, not to mention the size of them . . .” you hinted.

“Oh honey,” McCree moaned as he felt himself getting stiff, “don’t you be doin’ that to me when I’m stuck in an airport.” He already wanted you so fucking badly, but hearing you say that you wanted him too? It was almost too much.

“Sorry, big guy,” you hummed, “I’ll make it up to you sometime soon.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, sweet cheeks.”

A tender silence fell between you, McCree trying to savor every moment he could. He didn’t want to go back to staring at the ceiling and hoping he could sleep.

“Can I ask you something a little odd,” he said, letting his daydreams go a little wild.

“Please do,” you replied, yawning a bit.

“You like kids?”

You hesitated a moment, surprising McCree, but eventually said, “Yeah, I like kids, but if I’m being totally honest, they intimidate me too.”

“Intimidate ya?”

“Well yeah! I was an only child without little cousins or anything, so kids always make me a little nervous. I never liked babysitting because I was so terrified I’d do something wrong and someone would get hurt or choke on something and die. I don’t know. Maybe ‘intimidate’ isn’t the right word, I think I just get really nervous because I’m inexperienced, but I’m a girl, so I’m supposed to be a natural at taking care of kids but I’m just . . . not.”

McCree frowned at the overwhelming uncertainty and shame in your voice. “Darlin,’ I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

“I – I know,” you said timidly, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a rough week for me.”

“Don’t apologize,” McCree said warmly, “anything I can do for you? I hate to hear such a lovely woman feelin’ so low.”

You giggled at him and sighed, “No, Jesse, I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but I appreciate the offer. And I’m glad you called – made me feel a little less lonely.”

“Anytime you need me, you call hon’.”

“You know I’m the one working for you, right,” you asked jokingly.

“What? Is a man not allowed to care about his employees,” he quipped right back.

“Touche,” you laughed. “By the way, why did you ask if I like kids? I thought you said you didn’t have much in the way of family.”

“Oh, you know,” he fumbled, “just curious. Just ‘cause I don’t have a family now doesn’t mean I don’t want one someday.”

“I, um, oh,” you said quietly.

“No pressure or nothin,’” McCree sputtered out, “the question just came to mind ‘cause I was thinking about how you’d – ”

“How I’d what,” you pressed tentatively.

McCree flushed, thankful no one was around to see him. “I was – uh – well I may have just been thinkin’ about how you seem like you’d be a real good mom is all.”

“Oh Jesse,” you all but whispered, “I . . . Th-thank you. That’s really sweet.”

“Darlin,’” McCree said gently, trying to change the subject, “you sound tired as all get out.”

“That’s probably because I am,” you mumbled.

“Then I better let you get some rest,” McCree insisted, “goodness knows I could talk to you for hours, but clearly you need some shut-eye, so you get to bed – ya hear?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll do the arduous work of leaving my blanket cocoon and walking to my bed if you insist,” you said with a dramatic flair.

“I absolutely do,” McCree chuckled.

“What about you,” you asked, “are you going to be ok all on your lonesome?”

“I’ll be just fine, lovely. A little chat with you has me feelin’ right as rain,” he said with a fond smile.

“Promise,” you said gravely.

McCree laughed, “Cross my heart.”

“If you say so.” You were yawning as you spoke, making it hard for McCree to understand you, but also making him grin.

“Goodnight, sweet cheeks.”

“Goodnight, Jesse. Hope you’ll be home soon.”

You hung up first and McCree sighed. “Home,” he murmured, “wouldn’t it be nice to have one of those someday.”

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[belliesandburps]

What is yoour headcanon for how characters react to a burp? Do they pat their stomachs with pride, get al embarrassed, do they act nonchalant, etc.?

palgrOh ho oooooh, my dear Anonymous compatriot, step in my office for a moment.  ;)

Basically, I don’t have any ONE response in mind, but rather, a general sense based off a characters’ personality and how I’ve already described them in my headcanons.  So, based on that, I guess you could say it’s as followed:

MHA Characters:

Midoriya:  (blushing furiously and sweating bullets) “Oh!  G-Gosh, e-excuse me!  I-I’m so sorry about that...!  I-I didn’t mean to, it just-” (cut for time because there’s only so much nervous rambling we can gather)

Bakugou:  (sighs and grunts to self) “Mph, fuck...” (thumps his chest firmly a few times until another, much larger belch rolls out of his mouth)  “Oof, there it fucking is...”

Todoroki:  (casually clears throat and rubs his neck a little because it was really loud and kinda hurt his throat) “Mph, pardon me.“

Kirishima:  (catches his breath and gives his stomach a couple of hearty pats) “Phew!  Urp!  Haha, dude, was that manly or WHAT??”

Denki:  (laughs then scratches the back of his head)  “Hahaha, sorry ‘bout that, dudes!  Think I may’ve eaten a lil too fast.  Pretty loud, right?”

Natsuo:  (eagerly holds up his index finger)  “Oh!  Wait!  Wait!  I feel another one coming up...” (rests hand on his stomach, clutches it and lets out a HUGE belch moments later before groaning with relief)

Shigaraki:  (grunts and thumps his chest a few times)  “Ugh...urp...mph, that tasted gross...”

Dabi:  (smacks lips contently and idly rubs his stomach)  “Heh.  Tasty.”

Chisaki:  (blinks as his eyes go wide with shock, cheeks going red beneath his plague mask) “...Breathe a word of what just happened to anyone and I will kill your entire family.  Understand...?”

FMA Characters:

Edward:  (smacks his lips contently, grins and gives his belly a couple of hearty pats)  “Phew!  Hehe, that was a good one, huh!”

Alphonse (post-story):  (blushes and smiles sheepishly)  “Eh-h-heh, sorry about that...I think I ate a little too fast...”

Ling:  (pats his belly and grins innocently)  “Mmm, that was delicious.  Hey, thanks for covering the bill, by the way!”  (vanishes before whoever just got screwed over can notice)

Greed-Ling:  (laughs with surprise)  “Mph, damn, kid.  Didn’t know you humans could even get that loud...”

Envy:  (smacks lips and grins wickedly)  “Heh, sorry about that, Pipsqueak...” (casually rubs his bare stomach slowly and firmly)  “Must’ve been someone I ate...”

Fairy Tail Characters:

Natsu:  (sighs with relief and gives his belly a hearty slap)  “Man, heh, talk about a Dragon Roar...mph, wait...Huuuuuurrrp!!” (as Natsu burps again, smoke plums from his mouth like a smoke machine)

Gray:  (grunts and thumps his abs a few times)  “Mph, Urp!  Oof, damn.  Something really isn’t sitting right...”

Gajeel:  (palms his stomach afterwards and lets out a smaller burp)  “Guh, probably should’a eased up on the copper...”

Misc. Characters:

Shiki:  (catches his breath but then smiles with surprise)  “Wow!  Didja hear that echo?  Hey, Rebecca!  Did you hear how loud that burp was?”  (*again, he has no sense of awareness.  ‘XD*)

Zack:  (palms his gut and scrunches up his face with disgust)  “Ugh!  This shit don’t taste NEARLY as good comin’ back up as it did goin’ down...” (grins toothily) “Good volume though...don’tcha think, brat?”

Naruto:  (smacks his lips contently and pats his belly proudly)  “Phew!  That had to be a new record!”

Kiba:  (grunts and hits chest a few times)  “Ugh, last time I get into a ramen eating contest with the bonehead again...”

Killer Croc:  (grimaces and grabs his belly with discomfort)  “Urgh...think I tasted some leftover rat with that one...”

Venom:  (smacks his chops and grins as his slimy tongue hangs out of his maw)  “Hehe, s’cuse us...”

Spider-Man:  (grimaces and brings a fist to his mouth to muffle another burp which makes his masked cheeks puff out)  “Mph, ‘kay, note to self...two extra large pizzas’n webslingin’ across Manhattan...?  Not the best combooOOORP!  (grunts and palms his stomach)  “Oof...think I rest my case...now if only I could rest my stomach.  Ugh, who’s a Friendly Neighborhood Spider gotta save to get some Pepto ‘round here...?”

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Green Hearts

wow. my first fanfiction in almost two years and it's another self-insert fic. XD well, I've been working on this PPG self-insert thing on and off for a couple months now and finished it last night instead of doing my homework, oops. small warning for swearing (mostly on my part) and some smoking (that's all on Ace lmao). this will likely be a two-shot, but hopefully someone can enjoy this first part for now!

               To say that Townsville is a weird city would be an understatement. What with all the crazy things in it—giant 80’s-esque monsters, mutant animals, child superheroes, boys with green skin, even fashionable demons—this place was fucking bizarre. But I kind of like that about this city. It’s definitely a lot more exciting than my former small-town home. Sure, the zany assortment of villains makes things a little dangerous, but hey, I need a little danger in my life. Besides, I don’t have much to worry about with the Powerpuff Girls protecting the city.

               Except, maybe, for the Puffs themselves getting on me for hanging out with the Gangreen Gang.

               Yeah, a lot of people would say that I shouldn’t be spending time with delinquents like them. But the guys of the Gangreen Gang were the first people to genuinely care about me as a person in a long time. And from what I got from interacting with them, the feeling was mutual. We’ve got more in common than I could’ve ever thought—we’re all just lonely, misunderstood people who have been judged and outcasted just for being different. They’ve never really had any friends outside of each other, and me, well, every good friend I’ve ever had eventually cut me off. And besides, I never took part in any illegal activities with them. I just liked to hang out at their shack and eat pizza with them.

               Which is what I’m getting ready to do right now. I already picked up the fresh hot pizza—I bought it with my own hard-earned money, mind you—and heading towards their dump hideout. Crazy thought, me hanging out with guys like them. I still remember the day we met. I was just sitting in the park with my headphones on, drawing like I always do and minding my own business, I turn my head away for two seconds to look at a pigeon and some snot-nosed kid decides to snatch my sketchbook from me. Of course, I took off running after the dumb brat, but I’m a terrible runner, so I basically had no hope of catching the little punk. That is, until we both came face-to-face with the green guys themselves. I basically stopped right when the kid did, but I was too shocked to snatch my sketchbook back from him. Green skin?? Was something wrong with them???

               “Well well well, what do we have here, boys?” Ace taunted, staring the child down.

               “It ssseemsss we’ve gotsss a loner,” Snake hissed mischievously.

               “He’s got a sketchbook, boss!” Arturo exclaimed, pointing at it. That made me finally snap out of my trance.

               “Actually, that’s my sketchbook he’s got,” I interjected. “Can you give me that back now, kid?”

               “Nuh-uh!” the kid teased, sticking his tongue out at me. “It’s my sketchbook!”

               “No it isn’t!” I yelled.

               “Yes it is!” he yelled back. “My sketchbook! My drawings!”

               “Art theft! Art theft!”

               “Lemme see dat!” Ace finally cut our argument short by snatching the sketchbook away from the kid. The rest of the gang looked over his shoulders as he opened it up and skimmed through the pages. Their eyes widened.

               “Oooooh!” Billy gasped.

               “Ehh, no offense, kid, but these are way too good for someone your age to draw,” Ace said. Grubber made one of his signature raspberry noises in response.

               “I think the girl’s telling the truth,” Arturo agreed. The kid turned his nose up and hmphed.

               “You’re no fun!” he yelled. And with that, he stormed away.

               “Eh he wasn’t no fun either,” Ace scoffed. I stood there, waiting for them to return my sketchbook to me, but instead they kept on looking through it. So, I thought I may as well make conversation.

               “Hey uh, thanks for getting my sketchbook away from that kid for me,” I said, scratching the back of my neck sheepishly.

               “Don’t worry about it,” Ace deadpanned, not looking up from the pages.

               “Thessse are really good,” Snake said.

               “Oh, uhh, thank you…” I shuffled my feet a bit. I wasn’t used to people seeing my art like this.

               “Thisss one’sss essspecially niccce.” Snake pressed one of his long fingers against the page.

               “Which one?” I came closer to the boys to see which drawing Snake was referring to. “Oh, that one?” I asked, upon discovering he was looking at a doodle of one of my fantasy characters. “Thanks.”

               “So how long you been doin’ dis thing, anyway?” Ace asked.

               “Oh, pfft, long time. Since like, seventh grade, I think.” I have a terrible sense of time and my memory is even worse.

               “Awesssome.” Snake crossed his arms and smiled. I side-eyed them for a second or two before speaking up again.

               “…So who are you guys, anyway?”

               “Who are we?” Ace smirked and shoved my sketchbook into my arms, proudly pointing to himself. “We’re the Gangreen Gang! I’m Ace, and that’s Billy, Arturo, Grubber, and Snake.” He pointed to the other guys respectively.

               “Well uh, it’s very nice to meet you all!” I smiled. “You can call me Light.” I figured since most of them were using nicknames why not use mine? I held my hand out for Ace to shake, but he gave it a high-five instead.

               “You ain’t so bad, Light,” he said. “Maybe we’ll sees each otha’ around sometime.”

               “Yeah, see you guys!” I said as they walked away. I didn’t think I would ever actually see them again. But as it turned out, we couldn’t stop running into each other. The bank, the mall, the town square, the supermarket—seemed like everywhere I went they were there too. Usually wreaking havoc, but that’s beside the point. Every time, we would give each other a holler or chit-chat in the middle of whatever we were doing, until one day Ace invited me to their place. (Actually, it was Grubber that invited me, but Ace had to translate for me.) Of course, I couldn’t say no to that. Then one visit turned to multiple visits, and before I knew it we were constantly hanging out. I found out very quickly that word gets around freakishly fast in Townsville, and soon enough everyone was talking about the Gangreen Gang’s “little friend” (I am not little, I’m 5’10”). So it didn’t take very long for the Powerpuff Girls to find out about me, either. It took a lot of convincing to assure them that I wasn’t a threat, but eventually they got the gist. They still kept a watchful eye on me, though.

               In fact, they had their suspicions when I went to pick up this pizza. Those girls, they figured out that I only carry a pizza around like this when I’m going to visit the gang. I gotta give them credit for being so smart for their age. Soon enough, I notice the gang’s little shack in sight. I quicken my pace, a little paranoid that the pizza already went cold, until I stop at the door. Since they’re used to me by now, and my hands are too full to knock, I kick the door open with my foot.

               “Special delivery!” I yell enthusiastically.

               “Eyy, Light’s here!” Arturo says.

               “Pizza time!” Billy cheers.

               The little shack is abuzz with excitement, which is nice to hear. Aw yeah, being friends with them is the best. There’s just one little problem…

               “Hey! How’sss it goin’, Light?”

               …A slithery little problem.

               “Ooohhh, hey Snake!” I set the pizza box down, and everyone digs in. “It’s going good. Same old same old.” I can feel my face heating up already. Not good. Snake shuffles towards me and grabs a slice of pizza.

               “Thanksss for getting the food,” he says, leaning against the table. Grubber gives a raspberry while smiling and flashing a thumbs-up. I’m still not fluent in Grubber-speak, but that sounded like a “yeah, it’s delicious!”

               “Oh it’s no problem,” I say, taking a bite of my own slice. “And I love pizza as much as you guys so win-win!”

               Snake chuckles a bit. Also not good. He slinks down in his seat, then flashes me a charming smile while patting the chair beside him.

               “Sssit down.”

               “Eheh, well if everyone else is sitting…” I get down into the chair, even more flustered. Shit, we’re close. I can really get a good look at his features from here. But before I can get into that, Ace plops down in the chair on the other side of me.

               “Hey, Light!” He smiles with his arms wide.

               “Ey yo Ace!” I give him a high-five, then another down low, then our hands interlock as if we’re about to arm wrestle. It’s kind of our secret handshake.

               “What’s up, man?” Ace asks, casually leaning back in his chair.

               “Oh not a lot,” I say, crossing my ankles. “Just hangin’ around.”

               “Man nothin’ ain’t eva’ up with you,” Ace complains. “But boy, have we been havin’ a hell of a time lately!”

               He then gets into some long, drawn-out story about fighting the Puffs or whatever, but I space out for a second to glance at Snake out of the corner of my eye. Good, he’s not looking. I turn my head a bit and dare to look at him a little more. He’s staring straight ahead of him, giving me a good view of his profile. He’s done with his pizza and now absentmindedly twirling a lock of his raven hair with a slender finger. His forked tongue pokes out from time to time, almost going past that long, pointy nose. His cheeks have a slight rosy tint, which stands out against the rest of his green complexion. His dark lips are parted just a bit. And oh man, his eyes. Those slanted, crimson eyes, wide and twinkling with ever-present curiosity and framed by long, dark eyelashes. A lot of people think he’s funny-looking, but I find him rather alluring. Plus he’s got that personality—so slick, so confident, and yet so adorable. He’s a bad boy with a cutesy side. Hell, it’s no wonder I fell for the guy. Every time I’m around him he pulls me into a trance without even trying and—

               Snap snap!

               “Earth to Light, are ya listenin’?” Ace snaps me out of my daze, quite literally.

               “Huh?” I pull myself away from Snake to face the rest of the gang.

               “I’ll take dat as a no.” Ace facepalms.

               “Pay attention, you dummy,” Grubber spits out.

               “I’m not a dummy,” I huff at him, crossing my arms. I know exactly what that raspberry meant.

               “In her defenssse, I wasss a little ssspaccced out myssself,” Snake admits.

               “Oh really?” Ace raises an eyebrow.

               “What about?” Arturo asks.

               “I’sss dunno. Life ssstuff I guessss.”

               “Same,” I casually remark, hoping to mask the real reason for my daze.

               “Yeah right,” Ace snickers. The rest of the gang, save for Snake, joins in. I glare at them. There’s no way they know about my crush—right??!

               “The hell are you guys on about?”

               Billy giggles mischievously. Wait, Billy? Mischievous? Something’s wrong.

               “Heehee… you’re in lo—”

               “Quiet, you.” Arturo cuts him off with a swift jab to his side. My stomach does about ten backflips. They do know. Shit. I’m in trouble now.

               “Whatever.” I roll my eyes and grab another slice of pizza, but I don’t know if I’ll actually be able to eat it.

               “You guysss are ssso weird.” Snake reaches down and grabs a soda from who-knows-where.

               “Right?” I smile. “And I thought I was weird. Oh, could you get me one of them?”

               “Sure.” Snake’s hair falls over his shoulders as he stretches down to get another soda. Oh man, that hair. His hair alone is enough to make me lose it. So long and sleek, and it swooshes so nicely—ahem. I need to stop that train of thought before Ace snaps his fingers in my face again.

               “Here yousss go.” Snake sets the soda down in front of me. He smiles—it’s just a little smile, but it’s enough to make my heart skip a few beats.

               “T-thanks…” I smile back, lifting the can with a shaky hand. God, when did it get this bad? No wonder the rest of the guys knew. Then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised; I’ve always made things so goddamn obvious. I just hope Snake himself doesn’t see right through me.

               “Well now what’re we gonna do?” Arturo asks. Grubber spits out a response.

               “No, Grubber, we’sss not playing poker,” Snake counters.

               “Actually,” Ace begins, “before we’s get started on anythin’, I’m gonna talk ta Light for a sec.”

               I gulp down my sip of soda in mild surprise. “Okay?”

               “Ooohhh, you’re in trouble~” Arturo taunts.

               “Shut up, shrimpy,” I taunt back with a wink. He growls as Ace and I walk out the door.

               Ace leads me about 20 or 30 feet away to a piece of concrete barrier that probably served a purpose at one point but was nothing more than a makeshift bench for the gang now. We sit down, him first and then me. He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. I never bothered trying to talk him out of smoking. In fact, he would probably only smoke more just to spite me. He looks straight ahead of him, puffing out his smoke, then he turns to look at me with a small smirk, green eyes just barely peeking out from behind his sunglasses.

               “I know yous got the hots for Snake,” he says.

               I immediately start coughing. I’m not even sure if I choked on air or if I’m just faking it out of nervousness. Fuck, I should’ve known that’s what this was about.

               “Wha—I, haha, you’re nuts.” I casually take a sip of my soda, trying to mask my embarrassment.

               “Light.” Ace’s tone is more serious than I’ve ever heard it before. He might not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but by the very unimpressed look on his face, I can tell there’s no bullshitting my way out of this one.

               “Alright. You got me. I’m in love with Snake. There, I said it.” I turn away from him and exhale sharply. “Fuck.”

               “Well now that that’s been settled, I’m startin’ ta get a little tired of waitin’ for ya ta make a freakin’ move already.”

               Wait, what?

               “I’m sittin’ the’e and you two are oglin’ each otha’ and there’s all kinds’a tension but neitha’ o’ ya are doin’ anything and I can’t stand it anymore!

               Hold up, is he suggesting that Snake could possibly like me back?? No way.

               “And he ain’t gonna do nuttin’ cuz he’s too shy, so if you don’t hurry up an’ make a move I’m gonna do it for ya!”

               Snake? Shy? How cute.

               “Ya unde’stand, Light?” Ace’s piercing eyes bore into my soul with a commanding look while cigarette smoke blows out of his nostrils. If I wasn’t close friends with the guy, I’d be scared shitless.

               “Y-yeah yeah, I understand completely. But jeez Ace, you’re talking about the actual love of my life here. You know I have poor social skills, I have to muster up all my courage just to ask a stranger for directions! You think it’s gonna be easy for me to confess my undying love to someone as amazing as Snake?!”

               “Hey.” Ace claps a hand on my shoulder, shaking me a bit. “I neva’ sez it was gonna be easy. But anythin’s easia’ than sufferin’, right?”

               I chuckle. “I dunno man, I’ve been suffering in other areas for years already…”

               “Well we’s been sufferin’ every goddamn day of our lives.” He takes another drag at this statement. “But if there’s anythin’ we can do to take our minds off’a it, even for a bit, we’s gonna do it. An’ fo’ what it’s worth, we likes havin’ ya around, so we wouldn’t gets tired o’ ya too soon if ya dated one o’ us. Besides, Snake needs hisself a goilfriend.”

               He stands up, taking one last smoke before dropping the cigarette and stomping it out with his foot.

               “Damn, who knew you of all people could be so inspirational?” I shoot him a smirk as I hoist my own ass off the slab. He makes a face as he lets everything he just said to me sink in.

               “I sure as hell didn’t.”

               There’s a moment of silence, and then we both crack up laughing.

               “Ace, ya goof…” I chuckle, holding my stomach a bit.

               “Hey, I’m serious when I sez yous gotta go after Snake, got it?” He’s still laughing too.

               “Yeah yeah, I get’cha.” I’m a little less nervous about the whole ordeal now, knowing that Ace pretty much spat all his advice out without really thinking.  We head back to the shack, and enter to see pieces of the pizza box ripped and scattered all over the shack, with Snake and Grubber arm wrestling. Grubber has a look of concentration, while Snake’s face just looks pained.

               “Ow! Ssstop sssqueezing my hand ssso hard!”

               Grubber scowls and spits out something—did he just call Snake a wimp??

               “C’mon Snake, you can do it!” Arturo cheers.

               “Yeah, go Snake!” I join in. Meanwhile Billy throws some the torn pieces of the box up in the air like confetti.

               “I leave the shack for five minutes and dis is what I come back to??” Ace flicks a falling piece of the box away from his face in annoyance. I watch as Snake struggles to overpower Grubber. They both have rather flimsy-looking arms, but Grubber admittedly has more visible muscle. His bicep bulges as Snake’s arm shakes—jeez, I hope it doesn’t snap in half. Suddenly, Grubber gains more strength and slams Snake’s arm on the table.

               “Wooooooo!!” Billy cheers, stomping his feet and shaking the whole damn place.

               “Way to go, Grubber,” Arturo says, clapping slowly.

               “Aww, good try Snake.” I sit back down beside him as he shakes his hand.

               “That wasss a bad idea. My wrissst isss gonna hurt for daysss now.”

               “Oh I’m sure you’ll be alright soon,” I assure him.

               “Hey Snake?” Ace plops down in a chair next to me.

               “Yesss?” Snake says, blinking those big red eyes. Ace slaps my back.

               “Light here has somethin’ ta ask ya.”

               “What?!” Goddammit Ace, why are you throwing me into this so soon?!

               “I literally just told ya!”

               “I didn’t think you wanted me to do it right now!”

               “What did you sssay to her?” Snake sternly asks, crossing his arms.

               “Fine then, don’t do it,” Ace scoffs, turning his back to me and ignoring Snake’s question. Snake raises one of his thick eyebrows.

               “I am ssso confusssed…”

               “Oh it’s nothing,” I lie. “He’s just being an asshole.” Well, that part isn’t exactly a lie.

               “Typical.” Snake giggles a little and rolls his eyes.

               I hang out at the shack for about another hour or so, then I decide it’s getting a little late. I grab one last soda for the road and make my way out the door.

               “Seeya guys!” I say while smiling and waving my hand.

               “Yer really gonna up and leave just like that?” Ace asks. He’s glaring at me with an irritated expression. I feel my eyebrows curve upward.

               “Ace…”

               “C’mon now.” He crosses his arms and taps his foot.

               “Accce, quit ssscaring her,” Snake scold, hands on his hips. “Look at her, she’sss shaking.”

               I am? Fuck, that’s not good. I gotta get out of here. So I make a run for it. 

               When I’m outside of the dump, I stop to catch my breath. Way to go, me. I just made a goddamn fool out of myself. Snake was nice enough to stand up for me, and I didn’t even say thanks? What an idiot I am. Ace was right. I should’ve just worked up the courage to ask him out right then and there when I had the chance.

part two

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Gotham” S2E19

Yep.  Told ya I’d get this one up.

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

Whoa....

What the....

“Has there been any improvement since he [Theo] woke up yesterday?”  “No.  But he's wonderful, isn't he?“  I... I wouldn’t say that...

“The Will and Order of St. Dumas.”  What?

*Jim stops by Arkham*  Oh SNAAAAAPPP!

“Pinewood Farms was started by Thomas Wayne in an attempt to cure humanity's greatest ailments on the genetic level old age, disease, even death.”  “But that's not what happened, is it?“  *snaps sassy Z-line in the air*  No it ain’t!

“Karen said the program tried to play God, and you [Hugo] ended up creating monsters.”  “I was just a researcher with no knowledge of that until it was too late.“  Uhh, ha ha, no.

“I’m [Jim] not here for a therapy session, Professor.”  Thank you.

“No.  It’s more like an interrogation by a man who is no longer a police officer.”  Ohh!

“[Jim] You're trying to make up for the sins of your past, and you believe that this case will somehow bring about your own personal redemption.”  *grimaces*

“Victor Fries is dead, Mr. Gordon.”  Well that is a lie.

“Really?  I saw him last night.”  Thank you!

“I [JIm] can read tells, too.  [Hugo] You’re lying.”  *claps and points at screen*  Yeeess!

Oh there it is!  There’s the theme!

*Ed explains to Aaron that the other inmate’s personality is not him via pretending to scold the air AKA “Lucy”*  OK, this is actually not a bad way to diffuse the situation.

Look at Ed being the negotiator when it comes to situations in Arkham! 

*claps*

“Go to hell, Ed.”  Thank you!

“Nobody beats me.”  Really?

“I [Jim] did.  See you never, Ed.”  Hahahaha!

There’s the Jim Gordon I know!

“What has no hands but might knock on your door, and you better open up if it does?“  Fate?

“I [Ed] can help you [Hugo] take him [Jim] down.“  You better not!

*One of the inmates tries to lick Ed*  EEEWWW!!

*Ed explains to Hugo how he manipulated the other inmates by simply listening to them and what they want*  Holy crap, Ed!

This is the Riddler!

“Everyone has a story...”  Azrael?

Ed, what did you do?

“We have got to give him [Theo] a great, heroic story.”  “We need to give him a good heroic dose of Thorazine, but you're [Hugo] the boss.“  ...Yes.

Uhhh.... is this a good idea??

“Hello?”  *in best Hugo Strange voice*  It’s me.

WHOA

“Don’t you [Theo] feel a father’s love when I [Hugo] look into your eyes?” *in high pitched voice* NOT REALLY!

“No. No. There is another life. There is a sister, a high tower-”  *puts hands on head in shock*  Ohhh, he [Theo] remembers Tabitha!

Whoaaa ho ho hoooo... oh my gosshhh...

“This man [Hugo] ordered my parents' death?  You're sure?“  Why would Hugo Strange order the deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne?

“Bruce, I [Jim] know you're frustrated, but we need to do this the right way.”  “The right way? And how many times did that fail with Galavan?“  HOOO!!

“We'll work on Barnes, get him to sign off on a warrant and put Strange away for good.  The right way.“  Where are they gonna put Strange if they do arrest him?  Blackgate?  Probably not Arkham.

Is this immersion therapy [the St. Dumas video Strange is showing Azrael]?

AN:  The video actually reminded me of the conversion video from the video game “Outlast” (and no, I’m putting a link of that video in because it is also a trigger video from a disturbing game- a game that I’ve only seen gameplays for and don’t actually plan on playing anytime soon).

“This Dumas character was made a saint, performed a lot of miracles and so forth. And one of the miracles was bringing Azrael back to life.”  “I [Miss Peabody] still prefer Thorazine.“  Heeheehee!

What the heck did they do to Theo’s face?  Was that from when they re-stitched his face back together after removing the umbrella from the back of his head??

*Ed watches Miss Peabody take Aaron down to Indian Hill*  Oooohhh...

Oh my God, is this gonna be how Ed escapes?  Please do not follow them!

Yeah, where are they taking Aaron?

Waaait, they’re taking him to Azrael!  Oooohhhh...

Oh I like that shot of Ed with the rose-tinted windows behind him.

*Aaron meets Azrael*  Oh.  Snaaaappp...

“I [Hugo] am crafting your [Azrael’s] armor as we speak, but first, your skills must be tested.“  NOOO, he’s gonna kill Aaron!!

*gasps when Azrael knocks out Aaron with the briefcase*

“Not exactly what I had in mind, but good enough.  Try opening the chest, my son.“  Hahahaha...

[It’s like in “Hercules”]  “USE YOUR HEAD!”  “Riightt...”

Hahaha, this is exactly what happened!

“The Sword of Sin.  Your [Azrael’s] ally and instrument of justice, a vanquisher of evil for generations.  She thirsts for blood.”  How’d they get a sword?

“My lord, I [Azrael] am the Angel of Death.  James Gordon dies... tonight.”  Hooo!

Why would they [the GCPD] let the press anywhere near the crime scene?  That is way too close!

Where is the tape?  Where is the line?

“Listen, kid- Mr. Wayne- I [Barnes] don't care how much money or pull you have in this town.  I'm through talking to him [Jim].”  “Are you through listening to the truth?“  Whooo...

“What are you [Ed] gonna do with all this stuff, anyway?”  That’s a good question...

“I think Professor Strange is hiding something.  And I think that something is a secret way out of this dump.  So I'm gonna use this stuff to find it.“  This is totally like Jim Carrey-level Riddler right here... and I like this better than the actual Jim Carrey Riddler!

I like the Riddler better than Ed.  What’s goin’ ON?!?

“[JIm] You self-righteous punk.  You think you have all the answers?  Maybe you should run it yourself!”  “Maybe I will one day.“  HE DOES!

*softly gasps when the precinct lights go out*

“Who’s there?”  OH SNAP!

Here’s my question:  how did Hugo Strange get all the armor for Azrael?

If this armor’s bulletproof, I swear to God...

WHOA!

Grab his [Azrael’s] cape!

*Azrael leaps out of the precinct*  Whoa...

Masked man in a cape- Bruce, do not take any ideas from this for Batman!

“Calls himself Azrael.  Wants to kill me [Jim].  We know Hugo Strange is responsible.“  Do you?

“Excuse me, Captain.  I [Bruce] find your flippant attitude to be inappropriate.“  Hoo hoo hooo!

“I [Jim] can't make the moves I need to make if I'm worrying about you [Bruce].  You need to be at home, where Alfred can look after you.“  Bruce is like “...no... I’m never liking this.  When has there ever been a situation that I liked?”

Whoa!  Oswald, what the heck happened to you?

*gasps when Azrael gets flashbacks of his past life*

Whoaaa!

“I'm [JIm] not a cop anymore, remember?  I don't need to follow your [Barnes’s] orders.“  No, but you’re a citizen now, technically.

Through the Looking Glass?  We’re getting a sneak peek of Mad Hatter this season?

Dutch angle!

If Azrael tries to storm the GCPD to get Jim, I swear to God..

*The lights go out*  Oh snap, are you freaking kidding me?

Yeah, that’s freaking him [Azrael].  Hooooly crap.

He’s gonna bust through that window-

*Azrael crashes through the window*  Oooohhh!!

Oh he’s [Azrael] gonna do the superhero landing.  Wait for it!

Oh he didn’t- THERE WE GO!

*claps*  WHOO!  Superhero landing!

How do they not recognize Theo’s voice?

*gasps when Azrael butchers one of the cops*

Whoa!

*Barnes knocks Azrael to the ground*  Oh, go Barnes!

“We need a bigger gun.”  *laughing*  Yeah...

You’re gonna have to like nuke him!

Oh yeah, like a freaking pipe [wedged in the door handles] is gonna stop Azrael.  When he can literally punch a hole through the door!

[Barnes] Do not go at freaking Azrael WITH A PIPE.

“Let’s dance.”  *after a five second pause*  Put on your red shoes and dance the blues...  let’s sway!

*gasps when Barnes knocks Azrael to the ground*  Oh snap!

He’s [Barnes] gonna see his [Azrael’s] face!

*gasps when Azrael stabs Barnes in the knee*

NOOOOO!  NOOOO oh my God!

Nooooo!

*Jim comes onto the rooftop*  Ohhh snaaaappp...

This better not the end of the freaking episode.  I’m gonna riot.

“Come to me [Azrael], and I will show you [Jim] the way to hell.”  “I know the way.“  Whoooo....

*Jim manages to shoot Azrael off the rooftop*  OooohhhH!

*gasps when Azrael falls on top of the news van*

Nah, no no no no, Barnes ain’t freaking dying nope!  We’re not doin’ this.

*Tabitha, Butch, and Barbara go through the TV channels*  OH SNAP!  They’re gonna see the TV!

What the heck...

“OK, she [Barbara] scares me [Butch].”  Heeheehee!

“Do we have any limes?”  HAHAHAHA!

Oh my God, Oswald’s gonna go after hiiiimm [Azrael] ...

*counts off with fingers*  Wait, so Jim’s going after him, Hugo Strange is going after him, probably Tabitha’s gonna go after him to... teach him his humanity, Bruce is probably gonna go after him....

“Strange must be behind this.”  He’s always behind this.

“What the hell is happening to our city?”  That’s a very good question, Alfred!  You should ask that every single freaking time!

*trying not to laugh*  What the heck is this music?

*ends up boogie-ing to music while laughing*  This music!

AN:  It’s “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover” by Mitch Miller

Is Ed gonna encounter Azrael at the end of this episode?  Hoooly snot!

Hiii Indian Hill...

“Oh my.”  Oh my, indeed.

That’s a really good shot of Ed in the middle of the aisle

Oooooh, is this Jim’s leitmotif?

*puts hands around mouth* CGI TRANSITION PANNING SHOT!

*Azrael stands on top of the bridge overlooking the city*  Oh my God... that’s a freaking Batman pose!

*Azrael brings about the end logo by flourishing his cape*  YOOOO!!!

*about ready to lose voice*  That was so much Batman!  Before we even get Batman!  Aaaaahhh ha ha...

*jams out to ending theme*

[blondeandbubblyent-blog]

BLONDE AND BUBBLY: 02.15

an in this episode: we talk about your favorite couples from the hills!

madi: hi sexies! i’m madison ware and you are listening blonde and bubbly! this week is the week of love and for that i have four amazing guest for you guys! but before i present them, i’ll tell you which fantastic champagne we will almost all drink today! so the bottle of the day is an Armand de Brignac Gold Brut. without further ado, i’ll tell you guys our four guests! we have kazi and mia, and jinyoung and atlas! two married and solid couples that i have the pleasure to be friends with. i’ll start to interview jinyoung and atlas, then i’ll finish with mia and kazi!

madi: welcome atlas & jinyoung on this special valentines day episode of blonde and bubbly! I'm so hyped to have you guys!! Lets start without further ado with the first question: how long have you guys been together?

jinyoung:  over eight months I believe or in about that

madi: how did you guys meet?

atlas:  we grew up in busan, south korea, together, going to the same school and all though we weren’t actually friends. i always had a crush on him but i actually bullied him quite a bit because i was dumb and couldn’t even be nice to him. he ended up leaving to start training at bighit and i never really saw him until i came to the hills and we reunited

madi: this is so adorable!  what's your favorite memory of you guys?

atlas:  i have too many memories to choose from but i think getting to go with him on tour and see him do what he loves. it was really amazing to see how outgoing he was on stage and how he and the fans interacted and he even came down from stage to kiss me at every show so that was nice

jinyoung:  oh wow there’s so many. but i believe my favourite was when I took him to a dog cafe. you should’ve seen the way be lit up.

madi: awww!  who's the messiest?

atlas:  umm probably me, jinyoung is a clean freak and always is cleaning the house

jinyoung:  him. he probably said something about me cleaning the house. i like things clean. plus it gives me something to do

madi: i see..  what's your biggest pet peeve about your significant other?

jinyoung:  his stubbornness, in a way. my god, can that man get jealous. I want to smack him over the head sometimes but it’s not major.

atlas:  probably that he doesn’t realize how beautiful and amazing he truly is, but i’m working on it. he will realize it sooner or later.

madi: this is so adorable.  what's one thing you like the most in your significant other?

jinyoung:  his eyes, they’re what made me fall in the first place. he likes to believe he’s not soft but I could see it in his eyes, they’re warm, like home

atlas:  definitely his heart, he has the purest and kindest heart i’ve ever witnessed in a person. he sees the best in everyone (even if i don’t approve of it sometimes) and always wants to help make people feel better and make the world a better place. he truly is an angel

madi: im going to cry this is too much.  do you guys have any special plans for valentines day?

jinyoung:  uhh not that I’m aware of. I don’t make a big deal out of it because I think if you love someone it should be shown everyday not just go all out on the one day. but with that i’ll probably do something for him, maybe not big but meaningful

atlas:  i do have something planned that he does not know about and it will remain a secret until further notice

madi: oooooh...  Where was your first date?

jinyoung:  an aquarium. I love aquariums. anything water related tbh. i don’t even think I talked to him all that much I was too into the animals, but it was fun and he was very sweet.

madi: i love aquariums too!  What's your favorite thing to do together?

atlas:  personally.. my favorite thing to do with him is make breakfast. Well.. I normally make the pancakes and he will make the tea or cut the fruit. We are super domestic and always do stuff around the house together and take our dog for a walk or play with our cats, but I’d say waking up to him and then cooking breakfast together is a big favorite.

jinyoung:  I’m stuck between two. mornings, waking up to him and making breakfast and then watching the stars. those are just us things. the little things.

madi: this is all very romantic, i love it.  thank you so much for participating in this episode of blonde and bubbly, it was a pleasure to have you guys! I have one last questions for you guys; if you could give any relationships advice, what would it be? Thanks again for coming!

jinyoung:  ahhh you’re very welcome madi thank you for letting us on an episode. and oh gosh okay, um my advice would be communicate. I know a lot of people say this probably but it really is a big part. talk to each other, it can be hard sometimes but in the end it’s better. don’t hide things especially on how you’re feeling. whether you’re uncomfortable, or wanna try something. be open minded and respect each other’s choices. don’t wait to say things, just say them.  

atlas:  oh man, I really suck at giving advice but I will give it a go. I guess… don’t look for love or a relationship, it will come to you naturally and maybe when you least expect it. It could also be the person you least expect it to be, but definitely don’t wait around and look for love because when it is time it will come to you and if it’s meant to be it will be so amazing and life changing

madi: very good tips guys! we’ll now welcome mia and kazi!

madi: hi guys! tell us how long have you guys been together? 

kazi: been together for over a year, been married for 6 months, been crazy abt mia ALL the time:) 

mia: 10950.012 hours 

madi: and how did you guys meet?

kazi: we met in a lil town called toronto n she was sayin i liked toes in my butt? i hadn’t even TALKED to the lady before.. then we started dming and quickly became enemies

mia: i stayed in canada for a few months.. like two.. when i was 19 and i ran into him at a bar [wanted to know if they had mozzarella sticks] where i saw him flirting with eight different girls at once they were all competing for his attention he took them behind the bar one at a time and boinked dem all and i thought to myself well thats NOT sanitary so i started a rumor in the bar that he liked toes up his butt and he got mad and said hey, u there, stop spreading lies about me and the rest is history

madi: what's your favorite memory of you guys? 

kazi: my favorite memoryyyy idk there’s so many..when she told me she was pregnant (that‘s in the top 3 happiest moments of my life), when we got married, the whole day leading up to when i proposed n then when i actually proposed.. when we were fighting for like 2 days but we said we’d meet up on the beach in malibu to talk n we talked ALLL night n fell asleep there (didn’t get kidnapped by pirates).. when we babysat for luke and kaia the day after i told her i like her.. see there’s too many i could keep going 

mia: idk i cant pick one mostly because i cant remember my memory is terrible but also because theres so many.. but uhhh.. probably when we spent all night being weird and taking notes on each other and he was educating me about the weeknd and other artists he loved cuz i was really getting to know him and know what he loved 

madi: who's the messiest? 

kazi: i’m gonna say FATTY is the messiest esp cuz that one time he took a shit under the dining room table n it stinked the place up but i couldn’t find the freakin poop.. lil trickster 

mia: my boyfriend jose

madi: and what's your biggest pet peeve about your significant other? 

kazi: when she’s a stubborn freakin BRAT n she KNOWS i hate saying no to her so she keeps goin til she gets what she wants but i’m toughening up.. 

mia: not really a pet peeve but it just bothers me that hes kind of a pushover.. he’ll let anyone and everyone walk all over him wish he’d be more assertive and just punch someone in the face if they mess with him u know (i dont condone violence) 

madi: what's one thing you like the most in your significant other? 

kazi: i cant pick one thing cuz i love n adore everything abt her.. but i’ll say that i love her amazing sense of humor, her natural and genuine kindness, and her beautiful perfectly sculpted yiddies.. 

mia: hes so kind and genuine and loving to everyone and everything hes also really undertanding and patient especially with me 

madi: ugh you guys are so cute. do you guys have any special plans for valentines day? 

 kazi: no not yet, last year we went to paris and since mia’s pregnant this year we can’t go THAT far out but i think i might have an idea cookin so it’ll be fun 

mia: i forgot valentines day was a thing 

madi: Where was your first date?

madi: What's your favorite thing to do together? 

kazi: i think we spend a lot of time eating together we’re always cookin or doin smth food related.. that’s when we’re not havin SEX!!!!

 mia: iono i just like when its me and him [and our dogs] and we just talk for hours about anything and everything

madi: thank you so much for participating in this episode of blonde and bubbly, it was a pleasure to have you guys! I have one last questions for you guys; if you could give any relationships advice, what would it be? Thanks again for coming! 

kazi: date ur best friend it makes everything a billion times better 

mia: stay single 

madi: and that is it for today guys! i’m so glad that you accepted my offer and cant thank you enough! thank you so much atlas, jinyoung, kazi and mia for coming and participating! this is a reminder that blonde and bubbly was created by me and sabine al-masri who we all miss. and a big thank you again to mia for our amazing theme on tumblr, make sure you check it out! my name is madison ware, i’m blonde and i had wayy too much bubbly so it’s time for me to say goodbye!