#background is lazy as heck and i think the hair came out a little too dark in the final composite (esp. on kiri) but w/e

[nattikay]

comic panel redraw!

[edit] aight the longer I looked at it the more the dark blobs of hair drove me nuts so I made some minor adjustments; not perfect but at least the detail is a bit more legible now

[geminidentitycrisis]

The Scent of Leather and Hairspray

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x F!reader ONESHOT

(WARNINGS! - swearing)

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Sooooooo, I have a new favorite Pro, I guess haha

I hope you enjoy, and if you're underage, pretend you're older because I get it, I'd be Hot For Teacher too, but he's not a pedo sorry......

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You sighed as, upon exiting the store where you just purchased a frozen drink, the men you passed to enter that store started catcalling you. Just what you needed at the end of a rough day...

"Hey Honey, you'd be cuter if you smiled...!"

"Don't listen to that shit, babygirl, you're sexy as hell, c'mere and hang out a while...?"

Ignoring them the best you could, you kept walking, but they didn't take that very well. "You think you're too good for us, that it, stuck up bitch? Where you think you're goin'?"

You could hear their footsteps approaching behind you and turned to face them after sipping from your drink.

"Guys, please, I've had a hell of a day today and my quirk would probably scar you both for life and what do you say we just don't do this, huh?"

They exchanged glances before fixing you with threatening glares. "You think you're tough, babygirl? We'll see how tough you are when we get through teaching you some respect..." the first one said.

"HEY!"

A voice called from behind you and suddenly an arm was draped gently around your neck. You froze, being caught off guard tended to prompt a panic response when you were so tired.

You smelled leather and an overwhelming scent of hairspray.

"What's the trouble, my homies? Pretty sure ya heard the lady, she ain't jammin' to the vibe ya layin' down, ya dig? Beat it."

Heart skipping a beat or two, your eyes grew wide and a blush flooded your cheeks. "That voice...?!"

You whipped your head up to see the one and only Present Mic.

"Ah! I knew it! I knew I recognized your voice, I catch your radio show every day! You're the Sound Hero, Present Mic!" he flashed a grin down at you, winking.

"Oooh, you've got good ears, Listener! Thanks for Hypin' me up like that! Always great ta meet a FAAAN!" he responded in his commentator voice.

One of your would be tormentors interrupted angrily. "Hey, peacock head, why don't you mind your business?"

"PEACOCK...?! You boys best get ta steppin', aight?! Don't make me beat you up in fronta this pretty girl!" he replied in annoyance after his attention was so aggressively stolen from you.

The blush came back in full force and you couldn't contain a dreamy sigh as your lashes fluttered, eyes lidding contentedly now that you felt safe again.

*he said I was pretty~!* you thought.

"You believe this banana hair lookin' motherfucker? You're about to get your ass whooped, fruity!" the other threatened.

"Hey bro, watch your language! There's a lady here!" with the arm around your shoulders, Mic carefully raised it and guided you behind himself as the two started walking towards you both.

"Enough..."

Another voice came suddenly from the other side of the parking lot and everyone, with the exception of the blonde who was guarding you, turned to see Eraserhead.

Suddenly these jerks weren't so confident.

"Get lost, both of you, and go straight home or I'll bring the two of you in right now for loitering and harassment." he said calmly but with deep authority.

Mic crossed his arms, glaring at the duo as they ran off after a mere moment of hesitation, his cheeks puffed out slightly. "What a couple creepozoids! You okay, Pussy Cat...?" he quickly spun around to check you out, striking a dramatic pose while pointing at you, the trademark grin already back in place.

You smiled up at him with admiration sparkling in your eyes, clasping the cup you held in both hands and tight to your chest, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, thanks to you! You're my Hero~!"

Mic felt his own chest swell with pride a bit, the grin on his face getting bigger as he relaxed his stance and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

Usually by now the damsel has already flung herself on Aizawa, but not only were you praising him, you recognized him from just his voice and he was impressed at that.

"I can't believe I was just rescued by my favorite Pro, I am your #1 fan! Please, are you patrolling the city tonight? Please let me buy you a coffee or tea or something?? Just as a thank you...?"

Hizashi laughed rather loudly, one hand emerging from his pocket to be placed over his chest.

"HAHA! Aaaww, how can I say NO when you ask so sweetly?! Coffee sounds like a rockin' idea right about now!"

"Ugh, we don't have time for this, Mic..." Eraserhead complained tiredly.

Eyes rolling in exasperation, the blonde groaned twice as loud. "ugGHHH!! Don't be such a buzzkill, yo! I'll get you one, too, just chill!" with that, he trailed after you back into the store.

You watched as he doctored up the coffee you poured for him, blushing again when he threw a hint of a smirk your way, using the tip of his finger to lift the gold tinted shades he wore and showing you his emerald green eyes. "Don't worry, I'll pay for my boring friend..."

Smiling, you bounced on your heels. "Damn right you will, I'm not HIS fangirl, after all..."

This promoted a slight blush to his face, but he maintained that knockout grin. "Ha! Well, good thing his best friend is here at least, lucky for him I tagged along tonight, huh??"

"Lucky for both of us..." came your soft reply from over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, your hips swaying temptingly had definitely not escaped his notice.

He followed you to the checkout counter and placed some money beside yours, his ungloved fingertips brushing against your own when he does. Leaning down closer to you, he cocked his head, pushing his shades down his nose this time and raising a brow.

"Does my #1 fan have a name...?"

Your smile bloomed again, blushing up at him. "It's  _______...but I might prefer you calling me Pussy Cat...~"

Saying that last bit, you applied a sensual undertone which he picked up on instantly, making his blush spread over his face and grow darker as he chuckled in amusement.

When you guys walked out the door, you noticed Eraserhead seemed really annoyed but tried to ignore him, looking up at the Voice Hero hopefully.

"Listen, I know you're both busy, but if you have just one more second to spare, I can't tell you how much it would mean to me if I could get your autograph..."

Looking away awkwardly, he made a pained expression. "Aw, man, I dunno, we are kinda in a hurry here and stuff..."

You felt your heart sinking when he startled you with another loud laugh. "Hahaha, gotcha! JK! Of course I will, I ain't gonna leave ya hangin' like that, no way, that ain't my STYYYYYYYYLLLE!"

Giddy with excitement, you let out a tiny squeal, quickly fishing out a small notebook and pen from your purse as he set the cups down. When you handed it to him, his fingers brushed yours again, making you bite tenderly at your bottom lip.

They were so warm and soft...

He had started to whistle a cheerful little tune as he spun the pen between his fingers before starting to write in your book, it took longer than you expected, clearly longer than Eraser expected, too.

"Say goodbye to the girl, Mic, it's time to keep moving!" he didn't yell, exactly, too lazy, but he had raised his voice since last.

"YEAH, YEAH, I HEARD YA!!! Gimme a sec, ALRIGHT?!" the volume of the blonde's reply actually made your eardrums flinch and quiver this time, but you smiled anyway as he defended you again.

"There ya go! And hey, just to spite my buddy over there, I wouldn't mind walkin' ya home ta make sure ya get there safe."

The blush came right back, clutching the book to your heart, you gave a weak smile. "No, no, it's okay, really...I took up too much of your time already, and I only live around the corner from here..."

Eyes closing momentarily while you gathered yourself, you took a deep breath before confessing. "...I cannot express how grateful I am for you...not just for saving me tonight, but also for your talk show, hearing your voice over the radio gives me strength and motivation every week...it means the world to me...thank you..."

Beckoning him by flexing a finger, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek when he leaned in curiously.

Eyes widening, his whole face became scarlet red and his grin stretched from ear to ear. "AW, YEAH!"

He jumped, pumping his fists in the air and then proceeded to shoot you with his finger guns while  winking again. "Listen, I dropped my digits on that piece'a paper ya got there, Shawty...hit me up sometime if ya wanna chill! I'm down for whatever!"

You were caught off guard by that and checked the page he signed for you, finally reading what he wrote down as he rambled on as background noise about how he wasn't a creep like those other guys and you could say no without worrying about him making a scene, he just had to shoot his shot, I mean you DID kiss ME first ya know...

"For my #1 fan, _______...Thanks for the coffee and stay outta trouble! ...and maybe call or shoot a txt, if your feelin' this funky vibe, too? Live loud, Pussy Cat ;) don't ever let anyone try an put the mute on ya! XOXOX PRESENT MIC!!!"

Followed by his phone number, and there were little hearts drawn around the page.

You were already blushing when he surprised you again by returning your gesture and swooping in to plant a kiss on your cheek this time.

Reaching up to touch the spot, you smiled up at him shyly. "I can't wait...please be safe out there..."

"You got it! SEE YA SOON!" The Pro nodded vigorously, giving an enthusiastic wave of goodbye before grabbing his and Eraserhead's drinks, practically bouncing with every step.

It made you giggle, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much. For all you knew, he gave his number out to every girl that asked him for a signature.

"Are you happy now...?" Shouta grumbled, taking the cup being offered as he turned to resume patrolling. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HECK YEAH I AM! I'M ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW, I JUST MET MY FUTURE WIFE!!!!!!!!"

You heard him very clearly, the blush traveling all the way down your neck this time, and you couldn't help another small giggle, your heart fluttering with happiness like the wings of the butterflies in your belly.

He just had that effect on you.

Glancing down at the notebook in your hand as you sipped your quickly melting frosty, you noticed in the bottom right corner was a little arrow, below which was written the word "flip".

You looked up again but the two Pro Heroes were already gone.

Curiously, you flipped over the page.

MARRY ME?!?!!

a. YES!!!!!

b. a

c. b

That smooth sonuvabitch had you blushing and giggling all night.

[hongjoongtrasher]

the beauty and the beast (chapter 2)

word count: 5k around

angst, fluff, smut

triger warnings: mention of child abuse, violence etc.

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Synopsis:

When you move to a new city due to your father's job, you don't expect to stay for a long and so decided not to get attached to the world around you.

But still, you are "the new girl", unwillingly attracting people's attention because of your family's background. Your strict father expects a lot from you, not to say perfection. And when you are sit next to a certain Jung Yunho, you didn't expect your life to take a radical turn

Yunho always have been hating wealthy people. Or just people who were boasting about all the damn money they had and he hadn’t. Oh maybe it was childish to hate richer than himself, but he didn’t hate them for no reasons. He always felt disgusted by their pity, the way they would just «burn some cash » because they could, because they had too much. He concluded every rich guy was like this, and you weren’t an exception. At the very moment his eyes landed on your person, he could instantly feel this familiar aura. A daddy’s girl, probably richer than everyone’s parents in this school. And just the fact of you sitting next to him was driving him crazy.

He ignored you all the time. And he was glad in a way you didn’t try to talk to him, because he would have snapped all his hatred he was feeling towards people like you. But for a fact, he could admit that you weren’t acting like other rich kids around. The way you flinched when his friend was about to lift his hand at you, also the fact you were lonelier than he thought. Oh yes he indeed noticed you being the silent girl around, and at first he thought it was because you were the new girl, and that it was just a facade and soon or later you would just boast like the others.

It’s already been two weeks since you arrived here and yet you were as quiet as usual. You tried to acclimatize to every thing but as the good girl you were, your father thought it was a good opportunity for you to get into extra classes. Last night, you came back home near midnight, exhausted by this long day after studying like crazy. That’s why you didn’t even care to look at Yunho this morning when you sat down, as usual not peeping a word to him since the incident on the rooftop. Actually you tried to flip over and over again the same problem. Why he hated you this much ? But after some days, you understood he was hating every one the same way. Skipping classes, or when he was making act of presence just sleeping on his desk became the routine but today he was here. You quietly opened your bag to settle your pencils and workbooks. Yunho’s back facing you while he was probably taking a nap. Your English teacher came and when she started the class, she stated. « Alright guys, today you’ll be paired up. I want you to improvise a short sketch with what you learnt this past week. Just pair up with your neighbor. You have fifteen minutes »

Your eyes widened at her statement as you felt your heart throbs violently into your chest. Being in a team with Yunho was probably the last thing you thought which could become true today. And speaking of him, you heard a groan next to you, making you freezing as he slowly turned to you before staring at you.

« Just telling you, I don’t have a clue of what she said, so don’t expect me to do well »

How nonchalant he was at this moment almost made you scoff.

« You should have been here then. » you groaned back while opening your notebook.

His brows quirked at how you answered to him.

« Someone got more brave huh ? » he said before straightening on his chair and looked at the textbook of yours on your desk and took it to read the last two pages to your astonishment.

« Didn’t bring it, so I’ll just use yours. » he explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

« Great. » you answered and just scribbles some words on a page. You didn’t want to waste your time for such a jerk like him? At least you would have done your task by yourself, just for yourself and not him. You couldn’t let Yunho drag your grades down…You couldn’t just relax yourself.

Some silence installed between you two while others students were trying to do the task your teacher asked, but instead, Yunho took time to actually look at you. Somehow you looked exhausted, non to say to the verge of fainting. Your lips were pale, and dirk circles could be seen under your eyes.

« Didn’t sleep well last night ? » he asked randomly as he pretended to read the book under his eyes.

You badly wanted to ignore him. What the heck ? Just few weeks ago he openly said he hated you so you just accepted this fact and now he was chatting like you as nothing happened ?

« Studied late » you answered drily.

« Ha, I see you went to those extra classes which are costing your butt’s skin. »

You offered him a dark glare, making him look into your eyes. If course he wasn’t attending any of this, so he couldn’t really understand the situation you were in.

« And ? Is it going to change your life ? »

He shrugged.

« No, but I guess you’re a hardcore student » he hummed before he took his pencil to write down some words on his own paper. « Must be so boring » he added mockingly.

You wanted to answer back to him and spit how rude he was from the first place. You acknowledged the fact your life was boring as fuck, you were the first one to say it, but there were limits to making fun of this matter. Soon your teacher clapped her hands to catch everyone’s attention.

« Alright guys, it’s time. Who want to go first ? »

It was the usual game of « I don’t know what you’re saying », essentially based on avoid your teachers’ eyes and doing as you was busy enough not to make her choosing you. Your teacher smirked. « I see everyone’s eager to go, soooo…Y/N and Yunho, you go first. »

You panicked a bit, because except this little conversation you both hadn’t talked at all about your coed work. But Yunho didn’t seem bothered by this at all and stood up with his paper and just nudged your shoulder so you could stand up and go to the front with him. What was he playing at ?

Actually you thought Yunho was someone who didn’t give a shit to studies. His consecutive absences were not helping for his case but surprisingly, he opened the sketch with a good English. So good that you were surprised, making you go blank for a second. He looked at you before moving his lips silently « Y/N. » You shook your head and continued this weird play. At the end, your teacher seemed satisfied by your work and allowed you to go back to your sits so the next pair could go on.

When you sat down again, you looked at Yunho again.

« I thought you would’t do well » you mumbled.

He laughed lowly and it troubled you. It was the first time you heard him laugh. The first time he wasn’t showing hostility to you.

« You may think I’m a lazy ass, but I got some things stocked in this » he whispered, pointing at his head before leaning back on his chair.

Classes ended soon for the usual lunch break. Yunho got up and got out of the room without a word for you, as usual. Today you decided to stay into the classroom to eat. You never went back on the rooftop since you met the three boys. As you were unpacking the lunchpack you got from Sookja, you just took some time to think about this morning. Was Yunho being nice to you a sign to be more suspicious of him ? You were into your thought when you heard a voice calling your name.

« Y/N ? »

You looked up and saw a girl standing at your desk.

« Huh…Yeah ? »

She smiled to you and said.

« I’m Jisoo, erm…we’re in the same class and…I…Would you like to eat lunch with me ? » she asked shyly.

You were flustered by this sudden proposition. It was the first time someone was reaching out for you since you were in this school. Jason was a petite girl, with shorts hair and pink round cheeks. She looked nice so you couldn’t say no.

« Of course, but…mh, are you sure ? I’m not a good company » you confessed, embarrassed by this.

« I figured out you were eating alone every day and mhhh, I…just want to know you better you see ? I mean, don’t get me wrong ! I’m not approaching you because you’re the newbie or rich girl around ! »

You chuckled at her answer and made some space for her to eat your lunch on this tight desk.

« Thanks…actually I don’t feel like eating with a lot of people » you mumbled, peeling a boiled egg.

Jisoo looked surprised by your statement.

« Why not ? Well, people aren’t trying neither but…It would be a pity to let you out right ? You seem nice, so… »

Jisoo unpacked her own pink lunchbox where cherry tomatoes and egg roll and others nice things were lying inside.

« That’s cute ! Are you cooking it yourself ? » you said, trying to make a conversation.

She nodded with a proud smirk.

« Yes ! I like cooking, but since I’d pack too much I’m doing basic things. You ? Looks good as well. »

« Mh…Actually I don’t know how to cook » you answered uneasily.

« Oh must be your mom then ? »

It was a slippery subject, but since Jason made the genuine effort to come and talk to you, you didn’t feel like making up lies.

« I don’t have a mom…Huh, I mean I have one, but my parents divorced when I was little and…never seen her since » you mumbled, eating piece of kimchi.

Jisoo’s expression went bad and you could easily know why, so you quickly said.

« It’s fine, don’t worry, I don’t try to see her neither so I’m used to. Instead we have a housekeeper. She’s making my lunch every day, so I guess it’s like a mom. »

« Oh…I’m sorry still. I didn’t know »

You gave her a comforting smile as you two ate your lunch peacefully, getting to know each other’s better.

« Say, I saw you this morning with Yunho… Is he nice with you ? » asked Jisoo out of the blue.

You almost had forgotten about your gloomy classmate, so you hummed in hesitation.

« He’s a jerk, the first day I arrived he just openly said he hates me » you groaned, packing back your empty box.

« He hates every one outta here » Jisoo added, not seemed surprised. « But…there are a lot of rumours about him » she said lowly as if she was scared someone would overhear her words.

You arched a brow, curious about those said rumours.

« What kind of rumours ? »

« He’s fighting a lot with other people, basically a bad boy. You’ve seen it already, but he’s skipping classes a lot and no one really knows what he’s doing. » Jisoo explained. « I’ve never seen him hitting someone myself, but …be careful ? I don’t want him to hurt you or anyone else around »

Was he this terrible ? The image of Yunho laughing this morning was still lingering into your head. So you just nodded at her advice. It was almost time for classes again so Jisoo left you and friendly waved her hand at you before going back to her desk while other people were coming back. You expected Yunho to skip class again, but surprisingly his tall figure appeared before the bell rang. He got back to his desk and again laid his head on the desk, ignoring you in the process.

It was Korean history class, and it would be a lie to say it was boring as hell. Although you were still taking notes of every thing, Yunho was still acting like a dead body. He didn’t say a word to you for the rest of the day. And at 5pm sharp, you got out from school to go to your extra classes. You’re still drained from your day, and the idea to study more was giving you a headache. By chance, you were allowed to go alone there, taking the bus.

That’s how Yunho saw you walking to the bus stop while he was going to his motorbike, helmet in his hand. You were a weird girl. Never before he got interested into a girl, all being the same when it comes to approach him for his bad boy vibe like. Bullshit. He hated those childish girls, but surprisingly you didn’t have this side into your attitude. Again, Yunho was shocked to think about you from time to time. « Get yourself back Jung Yunho » his conscious told him before he saw the bus passing by his eyes.

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Days were flying by and your first mock exams were coming at the corner. You had worked like a slave for this days, sleeping few hours a night to study more and more, the menacing shadow of your father planning above your head. Jisoo was eating lunch with you every day since. You girl got closer after few days and you considered her like your friend. She was the first person to hear about your familial situation and the gape, or more the ravine between you and your father. You must say it was a relief to be able to confess every thing to someone exterior to your house.

Jisoo seemed pissed off when you told her you were used not to get attached to people due to you moving almost every year to another city.

« That’s so awful ! » she cried, grabbing the carton of fruit juice you got from the machine.

« Yeah…My father is a stone cold asshole » you mumbled, the straw between your lips.

« Girl, when exams are over, let’s have fun alight ? Fight me if your father says no ! »

Jisoo was so cute. You couldn’t imagine this little girl tossing her fists at your father, but somehow the image was funny. That’s how you promised you would.

This day again you had to go to extra classes, and today was really a day you wished someone would ditch you from this living hell. Waiting at the bus stop, you were spacing out when you heard the sound of a roaring engine before it stopped right before you. The man on the moto lifted the smoked visor on his helmet to reveal his face. You heart stopped when you recognise Yunho. You didn’t know you he could drive such a thing but he seemed proud of it as he smirked to you.

« Need a drive ma’am ? » he asked.

What the fucking hell ? One day he was ignoring you like a ghost and another day he was talking to you and now proposing you to ride his moto ?

« Wha- I don’t understand, what are you trying to do here ? » you groaned back as he stabilised himself and just throw at you another helmet.

« Wear this. » he ordered without answering your question.

You looked at him in hesitation. Was he serious ? Or was he trying to drag you into another salty problem ? As he could read into your head, he rolled his eyes.

« I won’t throw you over a bridge you know ? »

« Huh…So tell me what are you trying to do ? I’m utterly sick of your hot and cold game. One day you’re saying you’re hating me, fine. And another one you’re actually trying to convince me to ride on a motorbike with you. »

�� Get on, we’ll talk later » he groaned, glaring at you which intimated you.

Soon enough you were at the back of the motorbike, and before he drove, he took your arm to make you hug his waist tightly.

« Don’t ever let it go. If we fall I’d rather you fall with me than the motorbike » he explained.

You were about to protest, but he drove, making you instantly hold him tightly. It was the first time you were being driven on a moto, and the air going through your hair, the warmth of Yunho’s back against your chest was a total discovery for you. You were scared, not to say terrified. But Yunho was really driving carefully, although he liked to make his engine roar when the road was clear. When you weren’t scared enough to focus on his back only, you tried to see where he was going, and soon recognise the way to your extra classes. How did he know ? After some more minutes of furious roars, he stopped in front of a building you could recognise. He waited for you to get off the engine so he could as well get off.

Taking off the helmet you took a giant breath, your heart beating like crazy.

« How was the ride ? » he asked in a tease, watching you regaining strength.

« You’re crazy. Absolutely crazy » you hissed, shoving his helmet in his arms. « And how did you know it was here I was going ? »

Yunho couldn’t tell you he once followed you until there. Actually, he didn’t know himself why he had followed you, but after some days when he came back there, he saw your figure through a window, totally exhausted almost dozing on your work. Something made him stay here for a while, just watching you from afar this day. You were the representation of what he hated the most, and yet you were just a normal girl, acting like a normal girl. Moreover you looked so tired every day, and he was just wondering until how far you’d push yourself to be this perfect student.

« I just figured it out when I came one the neighbourhood with Hongjoong and some friends. We are hanging out quite a lot here» he grumbled. It wasn’t really a lie right ? Hongjoong and Yeosang were living in this area, so they were meeting quite a lot after classes in the neighbourhood.

You rolled your eyes before staring at him in confusion. Why was he being nice all of the sudden ?

Anyway, you needed to go, having enough of this nonsense.

« Thanks for the ride, but don’t hope to get me on this bike from hell any sooner » you groaned before taking your lead inside the building, not paying a look at your classmate.

Yunho smirked and shook his head.

« Bike from hell… »

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Hours passed, and when the clock showed around ten, classes ended. You sighed and rubbed your eyes from exhaustion, slowly getting out the building to see the motorbike was still here. But not Yunho. Looking around, you tried to see if he was around. Seemed he was not. While admiring his black shiny engine, you got lost in your inner thought again. It was so strange for him to act this kindly but none without saying dangerously toward you. And the fact he discovered where you were studying was still a mystery for you, not totally convinced by the total luck of him running on this place.

« It’s maybe a bike from hell, but still pretty right ? » a voice exclaimed at you, making you jump.

Yunho was back, a bag in his hand from the CU, the nearby convenient store. You crunched up your nose. Why was he still here ?

« I met the guys, and was about to go home. » he explained again as if he could read your thought.

« Oh what a coincidence ! » you mimicked still not convinced if he was lying or not.

« Y/N I’m not lying, Hongjoong literally lives two blocks away from here. » he said seriously.

You sighed and turned around to leave. But when you walked past way his position he asked in a relax tone:

« I got some ice cream, want some ? »

It was going from dumb and dumber. Seriously you couldn’t put a finger on his weird behaviour. With a suspicious look you were about to say no, but he cut you.

« Your brain needs sugar. It’s past ten, and you’ve been studying for four hours straight. I guess you didn’t have diner too huh. »

« And what does it concern you ? » you snapped, turning to face him. « It’s not as if you would be this concerned for someone you hate right ? I don’t understand Yunho, I don’t understand you and your attitude. »

Yunho bite his lower lip, knowing himself he got in a weird situation.

« Yeah I know I said I hated people like you, but I didn’t say I hated you » he mumbled.

There was this embarrassing silent again, only the noises of the city filling the icy atmosphere between you.

« People like me. What do you mean ? Did I do something wrong to deserve this attitude ? » you crossed your arms, decided to cleared this shit.

Yunho felt uneasy to talk about it, but somehow he didn’t want to stay in a bad relationship with you. Instead, he took a ice cream from the bag and handled it to you.

« Eat, I will explain it to you after. » he mumbled, looking away.

You gave him a glance but finally took the ice cream, your stomach making you remember you were starving at the moment. It was a vanilla strawberry ice cream. You almost laughed by seeing this.

« Didn’t know you had so girlish tastes » you said ironically putting the ice cream into your mouth.

« I got mine, what do you mean ? I knew you would maybe get out at this hour and I just felt like buying you this » he justified himself by taking his own ice cream, green tea flavoured.

You both sat down on the empty academy’ stairs to eat your ice creams in silence. There were so much questions you wanted to ask, trying to figure out how to deal with him.

« I’m living alone with my mom. My dad and her divorced when I was ten or something. He was violent dude and was hitting my mom, so he got arrested by the police when the neighbours got fed up by the every day fights. But the thing is…we always had financial problems because of this bastard. He borrowed money from loan sharks, an astronomical amount and got my mom in trouble even after he got arrested. » said Yunho, blankly staring at the floor.

All you could do was listening to him. Surprisingly, you never imagined something this horrible would have happened to him.

« My mom sold everything she had to give the money back, so we lost our house and now we’re living in a small studio. Even though she’s working, her salary is just enough to cover the rent and the rest is going to those loan sharks. »

His voice was weak, almost silent as he felt his barriers falling down. He looked so fragile, his broad shoulders shuddering slowly, his dark hair covering his eyes. You felt your heart sinking at his reflection.

« Of course I wanted to help her as soon as I could get a job, getting some part time jobs but she wants me to focus on school. » he laughed bitterly, watching his ice cream melting. « I’ve soon been taught that school wasn’t going to make things better. And people knowing about my family matters were just doing things out of pity for us. It drove me crazy. I hate people boasting about how nice it is to have money, how nice it is to be a normal happy family and just feel the others like shit. »

That’s how you figured out why Yunho hated rich people. And how he probably thought you were the same as the others he could have seen before. The bitterness you were feeling towards him vanished in an instant. How such a tough guy like him could appear so broken ? How hard must it have been for him all those years ?

« I…I’m sorry. » you muttered, not really knowing how to carry on.

« No, it’s fine. I’m aware you’re from a wealthy fam, but I figured out you weren’t like those bitches gossiping around. » he said, taking back some composure as he ate a part of the leaking ice cream.

« But…How are you doing ? I mean, are you eating correctly ? » you asked, genuinely worried about his health at the moment.

He chuckled and looked at you.

« My grand parents are supporting us. » he said, ruffling his hair with his hand. « The only time I worked during summer break, they refused the money. That’s how I got my moto »

There was another long pause, before you felt the cold liquid from your ice cream falling on your hand, making you yelp in surprise. Yunho smirked and laughed lightly, watching you fighting with your ice cream.

« Eat, I’ll drive you back home…If you let me to, I mean » he said, rubbing his nape after finishing his own snack.

« Alright, but don’t even think of doing the rodeo on the way back. » you grumbled and get on.

Once again on Yunho’s motorbike, you watched the city streaming before your eyes, neons of all colours leaving particular marks in the dark night. The cold air now hitting your body made you hug Yunho’s tighter. You didn’t know how to feel towards him. But you understood the situations he got through and up until now, you thought you’d have done the same if you had to be in the same game. But it wasn’t a game. You knew Yunho wasn’t a real bad guy. Things forced him to do tough tasks. You were ready to forgive him, as long as he promised at least to be this hostile to you.

When you arrived near your big complex, you made sign to Yunho to stop right before the actual building. He turned the engine off and let you get off his moto. Taking off the helmet, you gave it back to him but he stopped you.

« Keep it. »

« What ? But .. »

« It won’t be the last time you will get on this Y/N » he said with a smirk. « But anyway, why did you make me drop you here ? I could go to the right building »

« Erm…I rather not. My father could see this and…I guess he wouldn’t like seeing his daughter riding a motorbike with a boy he doesn’t know. » you spurred out.

Yunho raised a brow at your comment about your father. He barely saw him at your first day but he seemed like a strict man. He nodded.

« I see, well…See you around ? »

« Yeah…if you don’t skip classes » you giggled, relaxed by this friendly or at least less hostile conversation.

Yunho scoffed and ruffled your hair, which surprised you.

« Maybe. »

Then he sent you off, waiting for you to go inside the building before driving back to his empty home. He mostly had said the truth to you, but he voluntarily omitted to add his mom got admitted to the hospital weeks ago. And he didn’t want you to pity him furthermore.

When you stepped inside the silent apartment, you noticed your father’s shoes weren’t at the entrance, meaning he wasn’t home. You sighed in relief, hurrying yourself to hide the helmet in your room, under your bed. Only Sookja got a glimpse at you rushing at your room.

« Y/N ? Is everything alright ? » she asked while she was in the kitchen.

« Yes ! Every thing is alright ! » you shouted back at her before going back to the kitchen to eat the late diner she prepared you.

Sookja took a look at your face. You were indeed tired, but something had changed. She could feel you were less, stressed ? The old woman sweetly smiled to you watching you eat.

« Did something nice happen today at school ? » she asked innocently, aware you normally aren’t really openly talking about your school days.

You looked at her, enjoying the warm soup after the cold weather you faced on Yunho’s bike.

« Erm…Yeah we can say that » you mumbled, slightly embarrassed but yet excited.

Sookja was a confident. You could tell her anything, she would never repeat to your father. She waited for you to keep on.

« There is a ..classmate of mine. At first we were like cats and dogs you know ? But today we sorted things out and I guess it’s fine now »

« I’m glad to ear this sweetie » she said in pure relief and joy for you. « Have you made friends ? »

« There is Jisoo ! She’s a part of my class as well. She’s a really warm person » you said, after taking more bites of rice and others side dishes.

Your housekeeper was happy to know you were getting a better life than you have had until now. She hoped some day you would be free from your father’s influence and fly by your own wings. That’s how she was thinking and wished the most for you.

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After this strange night, days have been more packed. The day of your mock exams, you gave it all, knowing that although it was only a mock one, your father wouldn’t let it pass. After giving back your sheets, you and Jisoo were talking at the cafeteria. The petite teenager stretched and sighed.

« Y/NNNNN ! What should I do ? I’m sure I’ll fail ! »

« Don’t say that Ji’, I’m sure you’ll do well »

« It’s easy for you ! You always have good grades. » she pouted.

« I wished I could have less than 100 believe me » you groaned.

From the corner of your eyes, you glimpsed the tall figure of Yunho with Mingi and Hongjoong. He was sitting with them with the same expressionless face he used to put on at school. But when he was sitting next to you during class, he didn’t ignore you anymore, nor tried to nap. He was surely warming up to you, but it seemed he wasn’t ready to let his friends see him this way with you.

« - today ? » you heard Jisoo’s voice.

« Mh ? Sorry, I wasn’t listening » you said, going back to your friend.

Jisoo pouted again before following your gaze and leaned near to your face with a teasing face.

« Guuuurl, it seems you and Yunho got closer or is it me ? »

« Gosh, Ji ! It’s not what you think ! We just sorted things out, but we’re not friends or things like this » you mumbled back, embarrassed by her behaviour.

« Well, that’s not really the impression I have. Did you remark he’s not skipping classes lately ? »

« Maybe he got enlightened by God to study ? » you suggested in a grin.

You both laughed and today, you felt relieved as you didn’t have to go to extra classes, the academy being closed for the spring break that was soon arriving. Somehow, you convinced your father to let you go to Jisoo’s house for the weekend, heavily pretexting she wanted you to tutor her for the real exams. He seemed suspicious, but since your school grades were good so far, he didn’t have any objections to make.

While for packing your bag, you received numerous notifications on KakaoTalk. Jisoo created a group chat with the others kids who were going to come at her house for the weekend. Mostly girls and maybe some boys, but it didn’t really matter for you only the fact you had the chance to spend time with your friend, making some other friends ?

You happily answered to the text saying you’d come by yourself at the indicated address and time before locking your phone again. When you were almost done packing, your phone vibrated again but this time wasn’t the group chat. « Jung Yunho » appeared at your screen, leaving you speechless for a moment.

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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢.

The blood that fell on the snow was even more intense, with the right hand holding the wound that had been inflicted, while the other was resting on the stone wall that was on the side, looking for some hold to balance. She had run away from the inn where she worked, because a group of men, the same who was now following her, had gone too far, ending up stabbing the poor girl, who at that moment was trying to remain clear.

Someone pulled her back, enough to make her drop on the snow. The contact with the snow made her eyes widen, she turned with her belly underneath and, with the strength that was left, she tried to crawl away from them, but with poor results, since one of the men took her ankle, dragging it towards them, laughing to crack skin.

<< Come on bitch! >> she felt an absurd pain, when a hand sank into her hair and pulled her head back. 

<< Leave me alone! >> she shouted with all the breath she had.

She felt the callused hands of the men touch her whole body from above the dress, only screams came out of her mouth, while salty tears streaked her cheeks. As soon as she felt the cold hit her back, she understood that no one would save her by now, but she could not help but scream in tears when she felt a tongue run over her back. When she thought she was gone, she heard footsteps approaching. 

<< What's going on here? >> a male voice reached her ears.

<< It's none of your business, >> said one of them raising her bust and making her turn towards the new group of arrivals: << Unless you want to have fun too >>.

As soon as she met her gaze with one of the boys, she felt a strange warmth in her chest. 

The boy widened his eyes and looked maliciously at the man who clutched her hair.

<< If I were you I would leave her hair >> said the tallest.

Areum, as soon as the man let go of her hair, fell forward breathing heavily. She had lost too much blood and the cold wasn't helping her. She knew she was dying.

Meanwhile, while the girl was slowly dying, the men who had surrounded her were suffering more than ever. Those young boys were killing them slowly. 

 Areum, having blurred vision and ears whistling, did not know if the arm that was a few meters from her face or the chilling screams that she heard in the background were the result of her fantasy or reality. 

After how long it is not known, she heard someone lift her, turning her towards the boy.

<< Heck, you're bleeding a lot ... >>

One of the tall boys moved her hair away from her face, trying to look her better in the eyes. 

<< Hongjoong ... why did we meet her right now? >> he whispered stroking her cheek.

<< I do not know why right now, when we have been looking for her for centuries >> he said stroking her cheek, feeling how cold her skin was.

A small lament came out of Areum's lips when the pain in her chest increased, causing her to close her eyes. 

<< Do not move, you will make things worse and you will suffer even more >> said a figure at her side.

She turned her head slightly and to her left saw the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her 20 years of life. He had shoulder-length black hair, black eyes and a sweet smile. Instead of the duramagi * he wore a dark blue Hanfu *, which at the movement of his left leg uncovered his entire leg, showing off a tattoo, depicting a dragon, covering his thigh.

<< Are you experiencing so much pain? >> said another man, entering her peripheral vision.

Areum licked her lips, trying to soften them, because they were too dry.

<< Yes, it hurts too much. >> as soon as she finished speaking, the pain became pounding, forcing her to squint.

<< Hongjoong >> said the same man who asked her about the pain: << At least make her die without feeling pain ... please. >>

The person concerned looked at the other seven men, who looked at him with a pleading look. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to make her feel as little pain as possible but, a law that had been stipulated between Heaven and Hell, forbade everyone. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it, trying to think of a way. He looked at the woman in Yeosang's arms, her skin was white as snow, and her hanbok, previously pink, in the center of the stomach, was completely covered in blood, which continues to flow profusely.

<< Ok I will >> exclaimed Hongjoong getting on his knees in front of the woman.

Hongjoong's hand landed on Areum's wound, while his eyes changed color to become red, a dark red cloud came out of his hand, which enveloped the girl's body. Meanwhile Areum, who was between the unconscious and the conscious, heard a strange voice in her head. She found herself in a circular forest, inside which there was a completely white weeping willow.

<< Where the hell am I? >> Areum whispered going towards the weeping willow.

<< Welcome to the dark >> a mass of voices greeted her.

<< Who are you? >> she answered alarmed, taking a step back.

The branches of the willow moved, allowing the entity to come out into the open.

<< I am Mammon, demon of Avarice. My human part has found you, unfortunately at the wrong time. >> the demon came over <<he asked me not to make you suffer and that's what I want to do, since my companions have asked me the same thing.>>

The demon ran his fingers through his fiery red hair, showing his eyes of the same color and a small pentagon which he had in the center of his diaphanous forehead. The nails of the hands were very long and white colored.

<< Who are your companions? >> asked the girl.

<< My companions? >> said Mammon, bowing his head slightly to the side: << They are Asmodeo, demon of Lust, Beelzebub, demon of the Throat, Belfagor, demon of Laziness, Amun, demon of Wrath, Leviatan, demon of the envy and Lucifer, demon of Pride. >>

<< Why did your human part beg you not to make me suffer? >> asked the girl, taking a step back when Mammon took a step towards her.

<< Because both me and my human part have found ourselves in you, as well as my other companions ... How can I explain it to you? >> he stopped for a moment trying to fix his thoughts and then continue: << Each person , human and otherwise, has a person to whom she is linked, called soul mate. This person is very important, especially for us demons; if a demon loses his soul mate, he will not be able to survive >>

<< Why won't it survive? >> she asked curiously. 

<< Because it's like you're halfway through. Half heart, half soul. You would not be able to understand ... it is such a strong emotion that it changes you forever. >>

Just when Mammon finished talking, Areum felt her body become gelatinous, making her fall on her knees on the black ground.Just when Mammon finished talking, Areum felt her body become gelatinous, making her fall on her knees on the black ground.

<< I see that Hongjoong has managed to make you die in the most delicate way possible >> said Mammon smiling with a sad look, approaching the girl.

<< Die? >> asked the girl placing her hands on the ground.

<< Yes, the boys asked him for this favor. Your soul mates asked him for this favor, even knowing the problems that this action will bring. >> Mammon put a hand on her shoulder, helping the girl to stand up.

<< Now what will happen to me? What will happen to them? >> Areum put a hand on Mammon's.

<< Now you will be a spirit in search of another body, now I will take you to the edge of the Dark to make you go to Heaven, while, they will only have to wait for your return, between pain and punishment. >> He placed a hand on her back, walking beside her.

<< Punishment? Why? >> asked the girl walking with him.

<< Because they violated a law stipulated between Heaven and Hell >> replied Mammon.

When they reached the border of the dark, she saw a completely white door, wide open.

<< Little Areum, it's time to go. We will see you soon >> exclaimed Mammon, who without giving Areum time to reply, pushed her inside the door, which closed immediately.

Meanwhile, when Hongjoong finished the ritual, he saw that Areum's eyes were completely closed and that her chest did not rise or fall anymore. He lifted his hand from above the wound and placed it on the snow, while black tears wet his cheeks. 

<< Hongjoong ... >> a whisper made him turn and saw Seonghwa next to him, who had striped cheeks.

He was about to respond to the older when a scream full of pain attracted everyone's attention. Wooyoung was on the ground, covering the left side of his neck.

<< Wooyoung! >> Jongho screamed kneeling next to the older.

Jongho squeezed both of Wooyoung's cheeks looking him in the eye. His eyes were changing color, turning blue.

<< What's going on? >> Seonghwa tried to lift Wooyoung's hand from the neck, but the latter pulled a claw.

<< It hurts! My neck! >> Wooyoung cried tightening even more the left part of the neck.

<< Hongjoong give me a hand! >> Seonghwa squeezed Wooyoung's wrists, while Hongjoong, who had just approached, turned Wooyoung's neck to take a look.

The other five boys couldn't believe their eyes. A tattoo had appeared on Wooyoung's neck.

<< What kind of flowers are? >> Yunho asked approaching to look better.

<< They look like a peony and peach blossoms >> replied Mingi.

<< And what do they mean? >> asked Jongho. << Peony means 'healing from madness' while peach blossoms mean 'family' >> replied San.

Hongjoong rose to his feet, helping Wooyoung. He straightened his now purple hair, and looking at the body of Areum the last time, he disappeared with the others.

*****

Planet Earth, year 2400.

Over the years the Earth had changed from bad to worse, the demons had come out of the depths of the Earth and made it their own; the few humans who remained had to face bloodthirsty demons or other humans who had gone mad every day. By now I was used to this reckless life, I walked the streets of Seoul always armed and with a bag on my shoulders, always full of medicines, food and some products for intimate hygiene. I had chosen to live a nomadic life, as houses and old apartments were always targeted by other human beings who had survived this drastic change. And now here I am, it was dawn and the only noise I heard, were my steps against the asphalt. That day, after a week's break in an old car shop, I had decided to start my journey again; I didn't have a specific destination, I only knew that this was not the place my heart was looking for. 

A noise behind me blocked my flow of consciousness, but I continued to walk, trying to make anyone who was following me believe that I hadn't heard him in the least. I turned right, towards an alley, hoping it would follow me and I kept walking, I hid behind a dumpster and waited, when it passed in front of me, I jumped up and tightened both arms around his neck, immobilizing him.

<< Why are you following me? >> I asked trying to hold my grip since the person was trying to make me lose it.

<< Your smell is familiar to me so I wanted to know who you were >> said the man, trying one last time to free himself.

Smell? Heck! He is a demon! But of all people and entities, I had to attract a freaking demon?

I immediately let go of him with a push. As soon as he turned I saw his purple hair slightly stained with blood, as well as his clothing. 

<<Well, now that you have seen me go away or I will use strong manners.>> I exclaimed when the latter got up from the ground, wiping his white pants.

<< Actually - he said coughing- with that veil that covers your face I don't see you at all >> 

<< But can I know what the heck do you want from me? >> I asked trying to keep calm.

<< I want to know who you are, I want to know why my sense of smell brought me to you! >> he replied desperately.

<< Do you think that I know it? >> my patience was reaching the limit.

<< Yes, do you have something that attracts demons? >> he stood up and began to approach me.

<< Do not approach! >> I screamed, pulling out my gun from the front pocket of my jeans and pointing it at him.

I didn't even have time to pull the trigger because, something or someone, pushed me to the ground making me fall on the concrete. I looked up and saw another demon, completely transformed, with purple eyes and black hair, with pink and long nails.

<< Wooyoung, are you okay? >> asked the newcomer, turning to the other boy.

<< Seonghwa don't hurt her! Smell the air! >> exclaimed Wooyoung, when Seonghwa walked towards me.

<< Why? >> Seonghwa asked looking at Wooyoung.

As those two continued to talk about their business, I jumped up and started running. I had to get away as quickly as possible! I didn't even make 50 meters that I found myself with both Seonghwa and Wooyoung on top of me. After a few seconds, Wooyoung  took off the veil that covered my face. Both boys had open mouths and wide eyes. A hand began to stroke my hair as I tried with all my might to get them off me.

<< We waited 980 years and 68 days >> whispered Wooyoung.

<< Welcome back Areum >> continued Seonghwa smiling.

What the hell had I gotten into? And who the heck was Areum?

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Growing Stronger - Chapter Thirty-Six - The Father of the Bride

They say one of the hardest days in a man’s life is the one when he gives his daughter away to another man. And Jeremy was travelling into that dark night alone, without any one to advise him. His father never had the same experience; Jeremy’s sister never got married. Not that his father would care or even be present should his sister get married. In fact, Jeremy was sure his father was the reason his sister never married in the first place.

Fortunately, that wasn’t his daughter’s case. She had had the example of a happy family, one that he had raised with love and understanding, hoping to break the cycle of abandonment. Although her experience before Victor was enough to send anyone on a one-way trip to celibacy, that wasn’t his Andrea. She was strong, resilient, and had within her a joy of life many spend a lifetime trying to obtain. She was insightful and hopeful, and that gave her the truly rare ability to see beauty in everything. Apparently, such had been the case with Victor. Where everyone else saw coldness, she saw light.

Although Jeremy and Victor were very different men with very different backgrounds, he could see so much of him in that remarkable young man it was almost funny. Yet, he could never exactly figure what it was that he found so similar. The realization dawned on him at the rehearsal dinner, when he saw Gregory interact with his son.

A deadbeat dad is a deadbeat dad, no matter the social status. That night, he had seen in Gregory’s eyes the same contempt he saw in his own father’s, and in Victor’s eyes the exact same blend of hurt and defiance that he was sure oftentimes he had in his own. And in that moment, Jeremy was absolutely certain that Victor was the best husband Andrea could find: a man who had experienced rejection and pain, but was driven enough to create a life full of love and understanding for himself and the love of his life.

Jeremy sighed and rolled out of bed. This was way too much contemplation before coffee. Plus, he hated to wake up without Mariana, and he could really use her that morning. She would surely and quickly put an end to his useless internal monologue, either offering kind words or simply telling him to get his lazy ass out of bed.

Well, his lazy ass was out of bed. Now what?

What does the father of the bride do?

As he stepped into the cold shower, he pondered about what was expected of him that day. What the heck is the role of the father of the bride? In short, absolutely nothing. He comes forward with a check to pay for the wedding and takes a little stroll down the aisle. Since Victor was a multimillionaire, the stroll was all he had. Jeremy scoffed, accidentally getting a little bit of shampoo in his mouth, pairing with his bitter thoughts: a lifetime racking his brain on how to properly raise a girl and on the most important day of her life, all that was required from him was to be able to walk a straight line. Even a sobriety test could be more interesting.

Getting out of the shower, he noticed a new notification on his phone. A text from his wife.

Have you seen Andy?

To aggravate him even more, Mariana was at Andrea’s room, to help her put on the dress, dote on her, calm down any eventual wedding jitters, leaving him to his own devices. Him, he had no job. Not only was he losing his daughter that day, he had to feel like a useless bum too.

His stomach growled. Maybe it was just hunger putting him in a bad mood. Time to put on some clothes, look for Andrea, and get some grub.

He had just shut his bedroom door when he heard a loud thump at the end of the hall.

“Crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!” Andrea fumbled to get herself off the ground, her cheeks red as tomatoes.

He watched her awkwardly walk down the hall, a knowing smirk on his face. The bride’s room wasn’t that way, the groom’s was.

“Woke up early to walk the dog?” He jested, knowing this would make her blush even more.

“Sorry, Dad, no time to talk!” She quickened her step, going for the stairs.

“I was going to say don’t keep him waiting, but it looks like you didn’t!” He joked again, only to be ignored. He didn’t care, though, laughing at his own joke.

Ok, that seemed to be taken care of. At least both bride and groom would be relaxed before the ceremony. Well, as much as they could be. It was time for breakfast.

It was clear to Jeremy that Terry and Mina loved Victor like he was their own child. He was aware that all the preparations depended on Victor’s money and the wedding planner’s taste, but there was an additional and special care in everything Mina and Terry did for him, one that wedding planners can’t replicate, one that is only given to a son. This would remain unnoticed by a lot of people, but to a parent, this special attention was plain to see.

“Good morning.” He announced himself, as he entered the dining room.

“Good morning, Mr. Jones.” Mina greeted him from the kitchen, as she dispatched two trays of food, probably for the happy couple. “I will be right there with you.”

Soon enough, she arrived with a plate filled with bacon, eggs and pancakes, placing it on the table, in front of him.

“Have all the others had breakfast yet?” He asked, seeing himself alone with Mina in the dining room.

“Yes, everybody is already busy with their tasks, they came to eat really early.” Mina was about to leave when Jeremy stopped her.

“Care to sit with me for a quick coffee? I don’t like eating alone.” He asked, feeling weird about having a meal on his own.

“Your granddaughter is so beautiful.” Mina commented, sitting next to him. “So playful and always smiling! Victor loves her, I have never seen him so fascinated with a  child before.”

“Yeah, that one has him wrapped around her little finger…” Jeremy chuckled. “All of us, really.”

“It’s just so sad that Andrea…” Mina trailed off, a concerned look on her face.

“It is.” Jeremy frowned, remembering her pain during that dreadful year. “A farewell gift from that abusive piece of shit.” He cleared his throat. “Pardon my English.”

“No, those words are appropriate.” Mina supported him, almost as enraged as he was, making it clear she cared deeply about his daughter. “It just infuriates me to see these two kids, with such big hearts, go through so much. My Victor acts tough, but in the end, he is still that small little boy that just wants a little affection. At least they found each other. Andrea seems to love him very much.”

“Oh yes, she does.” Jeremy nodded. “That one will love on him until she’s blue in the face.”

“My heart breaks for him today, to tell you the truth.” Mina was misty-eyed, her voice somewhat strained. “It’s the most important day of his life and his father can’t be supportive. And surely he must be hurting, thinking of how his mother didn’t live to witness his special day. It’s like he is being abandoned all over again.”

Jeremy’s thoughts drifted back to his own wedding, in Portugal, away from his friends and family. There was something that cheered him up on that day though: a postcard from his aunt, with some money and his mother’s ring and the words You got this, kiddo. Be happy .

Jeremy smiled confidently at Mina.

“He has someone. He has a mother right here. The one that loved him and nurtured him for years. And that’s the one he needs.”

Well fed and in a much better mood, Jeremy marched to his bedroom. He was wrong, he had a job after all: to be a comforting voice. That was usually Mariana’s job, but she was so busy tending to their daughter and the other bridesmaids that she wouldn’t have the time to work her magic. That day, such a daunting and important task seemed to fall on him. He hoped some of his wife’s wisdom had rubbed off on him.

He took out his wedding suit and put it on, checking himself in the mirror. He was a far cry from the boy he was thirty five years ago, although one thing remained: the look of happiness in his eyes. He was looking for his cuff links when his wife stormed into the room, already wearing her own formal dress, her hair and makeup perfectly done, yet a livid look on her face.

“Where were you? I have been calling you!” She reprimanded him.

“Oh shoot, the sound was very low, I didn’t hear it.” He grimaced, looking at his phone. “Why? What happened?”

“ Filho da puta, arrogante de merda! ” She swore in Portuguese, which was rare for her. Something very wrong was going on. “Gregory is not coming to the wedding. Apparently, his reputation is more important than his son. And your daughter is on the verge of a panic attack, because that producer had the fucking brilliant idea of telling her about the dozens of reporters writing articles about her wedding!” She held her husband’s face, looking him in the eyes with determination. “Our kids need us, Jer. Did you bring that special brandy?”

“To open with Victor after lunch, yes. Why?”

“Forget lunch. He needs it now.” She shook her head with sadness, probably name-calling Gregory in her mind. “Jer, he needs a father.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. Bottle of brandy in hand, he ran to Victor’s room. He suddenly felt as infuriated as his wife, picturing himself punching Greg square in the jaw for being such a prick, both for  Andy and Victor. Not even on his son’s most special day, he couldn’t avoid a scene? He had to let his son down once again?

He found Joshua pacing nervously outside.

“Oh, thank God!” His son sighed in relief. “I honestly don’t know what to do! His old man was here, they had a huge fight. I had to grab Victor, he was on the verge of punching his father. Fuck, the things he was saying about Andy, I felt like punching him too, but then I remembered what mom said.” Joshua took a deep breath to calm himself down. “After that, he wouldn’t touch his breakfast, Goldman had to threaten to call Andy if he didn’t eat. He’s completely shut down, Dad. He’s barely talking, just sits there, lost in thought.” He looked at his father with angry eyes. “I honestly don’t know if he’s well enough to get married right now. He looks… broken.”

“Don’t worry, son.” Jeremy patted his son in the back. “I got this.”

Jeremy knocked on the door, and as soon as Goldman opened it, he signaled for the assistant to wait outside. He found Victor already in his wedding suit, sitting on the sofa, staring at the floor.

“You look tired, son.” Jeremy started, pretending not to know what was going on. “That’s what you get for sleeping with the bride before the wedding.” He joked, not getting a response. “Or wedding jitters kept you up?”

Victor suddenly looked up, his face expressionless. Jeremy could see the pain in his eyes, though.

“I’m fine.” He answered with a flat voice.

“Well, I have something that will make you feel more than fine.” Jeremy placed the bottle on the coffee table with a loud clunk. That definitely caught Victor’s attention.

“A Rémi Martin XO?”

“A wedding gift to calm your nerves.” Jeremy went to the food table. “Let me get two glasses.”

“Feel free to help yourself.” Victor slid the bottle further from him. “It’s too early for me to drink.”

“Son, you need this more than I do.” Jeremy poured some brandy into a glass, handing it to his son in law. “You may fool your friends out there, but you can’t fool me. Drink. It’ll help.”

He watched as Victor took a sip, letting the brandy sit in his mouth, swallowing after with a satisfied exhale.

“Magnificent.” Victor observed the brandy in his glass. “Are you sure you want me to have it?”

“Of all the people I know, you are the most worthy of it.” Jeremy chuckled. “Andrea or Joshua wouldn’t appreciate it correctly. I would be casting pearls to swine.”

After a brief moment of silence, both swirling the brandy in their glasses, Jeremy decided to jump in and address the matter at hand.

“How are you feeling, son?” He carefully observed Victor.

“I’m fine.” Victor answered, his voice hinting his frustration. “Why does everybody keep asking me that?”

“It’s a big day, after all. We tend to look back, make a quick review of where we’ve been, how far we have come. The people we miss.”

With a sigh, Victor put his glass down on the coffee table. But didn’t utter a word.

“How most things won’t change, no matter how hard we try.” Jeremy offered again, hinting at Victor’s relationship with his father.

Victor smirked bitterly, looking at him. Still, not a word.

“Mari and I were much younger when we got married, I was 25, she was 22. Her family didn’t accept our relationship, so we eloped in a city nearby and got married without anyone’s consent. I could see she was upset not having her family there. I was actually relieved to not have mine.”

His son in law looked at him, surprised. With a weak smile, Jeremy continued.

“As you may have already noticed, Mari and I never talked much about my family to my kids. To be honest, I don’t even know if they are dead or alive. My father was an evil man that left us for another woman. My mother was a weak-minded woman who could never stand up for herself or her children. The moment he left, I had to start working to feed our family, in a winery in Napa Valley. That was how I became an oenologist, my boss helped me in every way he could to give me a steady path.”

Jeremy kept his eyes on the table, unwilling to let past emotions take hold of him.

“The day I got married was the happiest and the hardest in my life. As I looked at the woman by my side, there was a feeling of dread inside of me. I felt alone, unprepared, just a kid. I had no real experience of what a healthy marriage was. My father was an awful husband and a lousy father, how could I be any good at it? I was afraid to repeat his mistakes.”

“Yet, you didn’t.” Victor concluded by himself.

“No, I didn’t.” Jeremy shook his head, feeling proud of himself. “All it took was a look at the woman I loved, standing by my side, smiling at me, and I knew I wasn’t alone. When you stand at that aisle, and you see Andy walk towards you, mark my words, you’ll feel invincible. Nothing else will matter. You’ll know that you love her with all your heart, and even feeling unprepared, there is nothing you wouldn’t do for her.”

“There isn’t.” Victor looked Jeremy in the eyes, his expression assertive. Jeremy knew that look too, it was the one he had on his wedding day.

“I know.” He assured the young man. “That life you leave behind will seem like a mirage when you lead the one you chose for yourself. Don’t let it weigh on you now. You’re almost there.”

“Thank you.” Victor said in a low voice, seemingly touched by the story.

“And I need to see about a bride!” Jeremy downed the rest of his brandy, making a face. “On second thought, this brandy might not have been such a good idea. Maybe don’t drink it all.”

Not giving another word to the men waiting outside, he strode to his daughter’s room, feeling very good about himself. His job here was done. Time to see how beautiful Andrea looked.

She was breathtaking in that dress. Jeremy couldn’t care less about dresses, but even he had to notice the beautiful work in the halter neckline, lined with beautiful stones and covered with lace. It was like nothing he had seen before, a true work of art. Becoming a Lee sure had its advantages.

Not that Andrea cared though. She was still somewhat anxious with all the media outside, all the girls surrounding her, trying to reassure her.

“No way I’m going out there! We’ll have to get married inside.” Andrea concluded, panicked.

“It will be ok, you’ll do fine.” Mariana stroke her back, comforting her.

“No, it won’t! Everyone’s eyes will be on me, I’m going to embarrass Victor!”

“You are not, Andy. It’s just a short walk to the carriage, and then to the aisle. We’ll be with you every step of the way, you’ll do fine.” Diane chimed in.

“And I have instructed the photographers to be as discreet as possible, you won’t even notice them, I promise.” The short producer offered. But Andy wasn’t listening anymore, her mind reeling with fear.

“Oh my God, I can feel myself sweat, I’m going to have pit stains in my dress.” She fumbled with the skirt of her dress. “And it’s too long for me to walk anyway, so I’m surely going to trip on it. I’m going to faceplant on the floor, and every magazine will have a picture of it to remember it.”

“No, you won’t. I will be holding your arm the entire time, remember? Just like I held you when you were learning to walk.” Jeremy spoke up, stealing Andrea’s attention.

“Dad?” She looked up, seeking his support. The same look she had in her eyes like when she was just a child, and still needed him. Jeremy felt his heart swell with joy.

“Remember, Mari?” He spoke to his wife, as he took his daughter’s hand. “This one could talk even before she could walk. And she was so scared of falling.”

“You would only stand and walk if we held your hand.” Mariana continued to talk. “Your father would hold your hand, keeping you straight, while you took your first steps. It took a while to convince you that you were safe, but eventually you walked on your own.”

Andrea smiled, and Jeremy could almost see her, so little, blonde curls jumping up and down as she tried to steady herself.

“You know, as you and Josh grew up, I always thought you’d be the one that needed protection the most. Especially after a few years. Josh was a lively kid, full of spunk and surrounded by friends, while you spent your days pressing the keys of that piano, by yourself. You seemed so fragile and lonely to me, and oftentimes I wondered if you had a hard time making friends, since Josh was the only one you'd play with. But then you had your first recital.”

“I remember that day. I was so nervous.” Andrea recalled, seemingly more relaxed. Mariana left the room with the bridesmaids, probably wanting to give them a moment.

“I remember you walking to that stage, so small, and playing masterfully, getting a look of awe from everyone. That’s when it hit me. What I was seeing wasn’t a small girl isolating herself, but instead someone who, at a very tender age, was already working tirelessly to achieve a goal. You weren’t hiding from the world. You were preparing yourself to face it.”

“Dad…” His daughter was misty-eyed, smiling at him.

“For some years, my heart relaxed.” Jeremy continued. “I consistently saw you work towards your goals, and in the meantime you made friends, a tight circle. No one could ever make you give up what you wanted. Until that scumbag.” He paused, relaxing his fists, that he had unwillingly clenched while he spoke. “There is no greater pain than to helplessly watch your child fade away, lose her spark. But once again, you proved me wrong. You got to your feet, you overcame your trauma and healed from the abuse. You got your doctorate, an outstanding career, a good man to start a life with. You are one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, stronger than me. I have no words to describe how proud I am to be your father.”

“I’m not stronger than you.” Andrea blinked a few happy tears away. “I am strong because of you. Because you always saw worth in everything I did. Because you always believed in me.”

“Hurry up, guys.” Mariana peeked into the room from the door. “The groom is ready. It’s time.”

“Well, I believe some photographers won’t stop you now.” He stood up, taking Andrea’s hand. “Let’s go. There’s a nervous young man anxiously waiting for you.”

“Victor is nervous?” She smiled at him, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh yes. I had to get him slightly drunk.” Jeremy chuckled at the scolding look in his daughter’s expression. “Don’t worry, he’s sober enough.”

He left the mansion proudly, Andy by his side, holding his arm tight. There were sounds of flashes, of pictures being taken, but she kept her eyes on him, confidently, like she did so many years ago. They climbed into the carriage that would take them to the wedding venue, and she looked serene, sure of herself, happy. The same expression she had when facing so many trials in her life. She was ready.

As he walked down the aisle with his precious daughter, Jeremy’s chest felt warmer with a sudden realization: he wasn’t giving away his daughter, because she wasn’t his to give in the first place. She had always belonged to herself, following her own path, focusing on her own dreams, making her own choices. Jeremy was simply privileged to hold her hand as she bravely took her first steps towards a brilliant future.

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Here is the text of the video, translated into English. Seriously, check out this video, this guy is awesome.

"Conspiracy Theories" by Guille Aquino.

Posted on June 27, 2019.

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Warning: if you're influenceable, you need to watch this.

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Alright, before we start, I want us to welcome and applaud our new friends from the CIA, the FBI, NASA, the former SIDE -today, the AFI-, the KGB, Interpol, and the lazy virgins at the troll centre on Miserere Park, who are surely already watching this video because today we're gonna talk about...

Conspiracy Theories.

We all know some: the humans didn't go to the Moon, the 9/11 was a self-attack by the USA's government, Bin Laden never existed, Walt Disney is frozen, Elvis Presley is alive, the Simpsons predict the future, Marcelo Tinelli went to a famous hospital with a famous object inserted in a famous place on his body, and Dengue and Zika fever were created by Bill Gates who genetically modified mosquitoes to depopulate the Earth because it most likely was easier than making work that "Internet Explorer" bulls*** he sold us. But let's get to the news: in early 2019, YouTube modified its recommendation algorithm to avoid promoting conspiracy theories and false information. And let's stop here because I want us to become aware of the magnitude this matter took on and how this little joke of the conspiracy theories videos completely went to Hell.

Think of it this way: YouTube, the second most trafficked website in the world after Google, with over 30 million visitors per day and over 1.3 billion users -almost a third of all people connected to the Internet in the world-, where 300 hours of videos are uploaded per minute and almost 500 trillion videos are viewed per day, had to change its own recommendation system because all of us were watching too many videos denouncing that Lali Espósito is an Illuminati:

Video excerpt: [with obvious robotic voice] "Also, at the second Number Ten, she covers one of her eyes again, obviously symbolizing the All-Seeing Eye."

And I'm very sorry to tell you that, in today's world, if YouTube has a problem, we all have a problem.

Conspiracy theories are the Internet's new porn. In fact, if you filter the words "conspiracy" and "theories" by the number of views, the most viewed video has 36 million views. THIRTY-SIX! MILLION! VIEWS! That's like putting together the total populations of Belgium, Greece, Cuba and Jamaica, and then lighting a giant reefer to everyone and making them watch this video of people saying the Earth is flat:

Another video excerpt: [Channel 13 interview with Flat-Earthers, recorded in a park in Buenos Aires] "I pour water into this dish... Look, I pour water, and it stays, you see? But we pour water into the globe... and it goes down, people."

Okay, now we're gonna go over some of the most popular conspiracy theories of recent times, and we're gonna try to deconstruct the psychological profile of the average consumer of the conspiranoid world.

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We'll start with everyone's favourite...

The Flat-Earthers.

Excerpt of the second video: "This first meeting began to be announced in the groups I followed on YouTube. (And the tattoo you have there, what is it?) This is the flat Earth, the Sun and the Moon."

The Flat-Earthers basically hold the theory that the Earth is not actually spherical, and they claim Galileo Galilei was an old smoke-seller blabbermouth who often played into the Far-Right's hands, cut his hair in an old-fashioned barbershop and used the 1610 telescope mainly to bed with chicks. And I have nothing personal against the Flat-Earthers but I find it difficult to take them seriously, mostly because much of their scientific hypothesis can be explained with this blooper.

Excerpt of another, different video: "There's an inflatable pool filled with water and with two people in it, a third person suddenly jumps into the water, and the pool deforms and overflows on the other side, as one of the two previously present people also falls over the edge."

(Images from the film "Armageddon".)

The truth is that the "flat Earth" theory has one fundamental premise, and it's the same one that supports 100% of conspiracy theories:

There's a power above us that manages everything.

Governments, lobbies and other de facto powers are capable of lying on a massive scale, just as intelligence services, the New World Order and FlyBondi hostesses do.

Excerpt of the second video: "(And you can't see the curvature of the Earth from the plane.) Uh... I travelled by plane to Bariloche, and no, I didn't see it. There's some aircraft glass with a small magnification or something that changes your perspective, due to the thickness of the window, and because aircraft glass also has something."

Alright, stop, let's not turn this into "Point at the crazy assholes and laugh" either, right? Well, yes, a little- But we go beyond that! We're better than that!

Why do so many people choose to believe we're puppets of an evil system? One might say that, in the absence of a sense of real control over our own lives and in the face of the desolation of living in a seemingly random, chaotic world, believing there's an external force exerting control is, to some extent, comforting. Yes, phone the Vatican.

And according to a certain old white upper-middle-class snob who teaches at Harvard University, conspiracy theorists share several or at least one of the following features: they're paranoid, radical, extremist in their opinions; they aspire to a feeling of superiority, and basically, they feel special for possessing information that exceeds the common citizen. Yeah, it's like the row for an indie film festival.

Umberto Eco even said:

"The control syndrome invades us. When someone claims to have a secret, their strength is not in hiding something but in making people think there's even a secret in the first place."

And I didn't understand a f*** because I've never read a book in my life, but it sounds ultra-mega-hyper cool. I dare you to deny it!

So who would be the most likely to believe in these kinds of theories? People who had bad experiences in life, people in search of an answer that would rescue them from a deep existential crisis, and the most important: people in search of a place of belonging.

Excerpt of the second video: "Well, no, this opened a door for me to start thinking more, to question things, about a supposed alien invasion."

Wait, stop right there. Excuse me, but if I'm an alien and I have the power to cross the universe in a spaceship, with my own army and the ability to colonize a celestial body, I don't even waste my time invading a paper-thin planet. Give me a round planet or give me death!

And that's when the contradiction comes into play. Because if you believe in one conspiracy theory, you immediately start to believe in all of them. It's like the weed. Even the refutation of a plot fits within the plot itself: for example, if you believe Lady Diana was killed by the British Crown, you're also prone to believe Lady Diana is actually still alive.

(Woah, Mind Blown... She was totally killed anyway, sorry.)

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Good, let's move on to the next one:

The Anti-Vaccination movement.

Okay, here we come to a key point, since clearly there are the "harmless" conspiracy theories and the... rather dangerous ones. We've all heard someone say vaccines may cause autism in kids. Now, I'm clearly a specialist in absolutely nothing, and I ain't gonna explain why you guys have to vaccinate your children, so I better recommend to you the websites of any Ministry of Health or Wikipedia, so that you later visit them and find out how very important it is to inject legal drugs to your sweet little angels. And it's not to detract from any position or to err on the side of bigotry, but if you're an anti-vax and your baby coughs next to me, I swear I'll kick their head off.

(Tack! That bag of germs...)

And after all, that's why we invented Democracy!

(Ha, of course not, but...)

In fact, I dunno who gives a f*** about this but maybe someone will find it useful: I follow a pretty simple method when it comes to ideologically locating myself regarding any issue. And this is:

Always do the opposite of whatever Gisela Barreto says.

Gisela Barreto: [speaks with a flag in the background] "Vaccines show up, and they show them to us as something that heals us. Actually, they're part of our death."

(Seriously, she came this close to being in the Avengers.)

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Okay, and now let's move on to one that touches us all closely (at least here, in my country):

Hitler in Argentina.

It's the conspiracy theory ensuring that, after losing World War II, the Nazi leader, the most disgusting dictator and genocide in Human History, came to live incognito in our country. And I ask myself: what the heck did we need to shelter Hitler for? The birth of Alejandro Biondini, who's pretty much our local version of Nazism, was imminent:

Interview with Biondini in 1991 by Mariano Grondona in his program "Key Time":

Grondona: "Would you condemn Adolf Hitler?"

Biondini: "No, we vindicate Adolf Hitler."

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Okay, question: is it possible to keep a secret on such a large scale for so many years? Well, the Math says no. Seriously! I've read that a physicist at the Oxford University (Where else?) took the "humans didn't go to the Moon" theory, and then this guy created a mathematical calculation based on the number of conspirators involved, the time elapsed since the conspiracy, and the inherent possibility that a plot would fail.

For example, in the case of Apollo 11, 411 thousand NASA employees were involved, and according to the variables this physicist analyzed, the lie should have been known in less than four years; half a century passed, and no employee denied the mission. What does this tell us? Well... they were threatened and killed off, of course! It's obvious! [imitating Mirtha Legrand] Stanley Kubrick was not in the coffin! Nobody saw him. Nobody saw him!

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Gimme more!

Famous people who are actually dead.

For example, Paul McCartney. On the cover of the album "Abbey Road", he's barefoot; a clear subliminal message that the real one died and was replaced with a stand-in. (Why?!) It sounds silly, but the rumour got so big that McCartney himself had to go out and publicly deny it... Although come to think of it, he also came out to congratulate the butchers who named their butcher shop "Paul Mac Carne" ["Paul McMeat"], so maybe he's truly a stand-in and, to top it off, looks like a raisin.

Excerpt of another video: "Well, thinking of different names, someone said "Paul Mac Carne". And well, he, being a vegetarian, says the idea was very good, started laughing and sent us a greeting."

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I love this one:

The Reptilians.

It's basically the theory that there's a race of amphibian aliens [Wait for a second: aren't they called "reptilians"?] living among us for centuries and hiding their reptilian features behind human faces.

(Oh, you were telling me they're not actually aliens because they were born here?)

Excerpt of the 1996 movie "Mars Attacks!".

And who discovered this? David Icke! Or "Ique". An unsuccessful former soccer player and sportscaster. (How can you be unsuccessful as a soccer sportscaster?! All you need is a suit!) It's like believing in a religion where your Pope is Diego Latorre.

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Now, I know what you're thinking: after all, how dangerous can all this get? I mean, no conspiracy theory has someone popular to represent it, no spokesperson of ridiculous and implausible plots has reached a truly important position in today's world.

Bah... There's actually only one.

The President of the United States of America.

That's right! Donald Trump, once the leader of the most powerful country in the world, had come to power mostly by throwing out fake news and conspiracy theories. And here are some:

Barack Obama is an immigrant.

Trump: "And I just say: why doesn't he show his birth certificate?"

Global warming is a myth.

Trump: "Obama is saying all of this has to do with global warming and I say all that is a hoax..."

Gisela Barreto was right.

Trump: "At two and a half years old, the baby, the beautiful baby, went to get the vaccine. Now he's autistic."

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Okay, then... Conspiracy theories. For what? Well, in the case of Trump: influence on public opinion and accumulation of power. In the case of people who upload videos to YouTube... What do you think? A profitable, monetizable business! In fact, there's the conspiracy theory that we're actually making this video about conspiracy theories in order to have lots of views and earn buttloads of cash. (We'd never do that!)

And finally, a much deeper, inherent aspect of the human condition:

The need to believe in something.

The world is divided into two types of people: some think everything happens for a reason, everything is a sign, and perhaps there's also a magical entity organizing things for us; the other half of the people think we live in a desolate world without meaning or messages, there are only atoms randomly colliding with each other, and the Universe gives no f***s about us. Which of these two groups seems happier to you? Which one do you belong to? Which one would you like to belong to? I choose to join the conspiranoids! And listen to this, I know exactly what's going on:

The New World Order organized the Lollapalooza at the request of the Illuminati, who wanted to marketingly manage Lali Espósito, who actually wears a mask and underneath is "La Mona" Giménez, who's not actually a monkey but a reptile and has drank all the wine to get immunized against the vaccines at the request of Gisela Barreto, who was born in Corrientes just like Barack Obama, who claimed to have killed Bin Laden, who's actually alive and was driving the car that crashed that night and carried Chano Charpentier, who taught driving to Lady Diana, who was actually Mexican and was assassinated by Donald Trump, who was matched on Tinder with Hitler, who lives in a nursing home in Recoleta and has glaucoma, so he's hitting the reefers with Biondini, who is actually a hippie and a fan of León Gieco, invented global warming and, when being in a bad mood, takes a bus and goes to dinner at "Paul Mac Carne", where they invented the extra-thin Provoleta cheese, which coincidentally has the same shape as the Earth, which is actually flat!

*sigh* Knowledge is power. Quiero creer.

Soundtrack: State Anthem of the Soviet Union.

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Accidents

In which Harry gets into an accident and (Y/n) doesn’t know if he’s ok...... some major angst and fluff ahead

It was finally the weekend and you couldn’t wait to spend the day snuggled up to Harry in your nice warm bed. It was about 9 am when the sunlight finally invaded your room, causing you to wake up. You let out a small groan as you stretched your body out. You began to shift quietly in bed before a pair of arms snaked themselves around your waist and tugged you closer to his chest. Harry buried his head of curls into the crook of your neck and let out a loud grunt.

“Good morning to you too” you mumbled back quietly as you snuggle closer into his embrace.

“Morning love” he whispered back, closing his eyes once more.

“I want to stay like this all day but first I really have to wee” you stated as you tried to untangle yourself from Harry with little success.

“Five more minutes” he mumbled.

“Harry I’m going to piss the sheets, let me go please” you replied back, continuing to struggle.

“We can wash them” he mumbles back before you whack his arm.

“Harold that is disgusting! Let me go H” you replied more firmly as he groaned and released you.

You ran to the bathroom as quickly as you could. Once you were done you went to brush your teeth at the sink. As you were about to put the brush in your mouth Harry’s phone rang.

“Please don’t pick it up, H” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Love it’s Jeff, I have too”  he replied back quietly.

“No H don’t do it. It’s our day off! I want you all to myself... naked under the sheets” you mumbled as you walked back in the room, toothbrush in hand just as Harry picked up the phone with an apologetic smile.

“Hey, Jeff... no no, I was awake don’t worry... yeah what happened?” Harry spoke as you rolled your eyes and walked back to the sink. Once you had finished brushing your teeth you washed your face quickly and headed back to your room only to find Harry putting on a pair of light washed jeans.

“Nooooo Harry you promised not to go anywhere today” you complained as you walked up to him and ran your fingers over his butterfly tattoo.

“I know love, I know but some of the software at the recording studio glitched so I have to go in and record some bits. They need the demo done by Monday” he stated as he held your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and giving you an apologetic smile.

“Harry you always do this. All I asked for was a single day of just you all to myself. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. I canceled my morning shift to spend the day with you, can’t you do this tomorrow” you replied back, getting upset with him.

See this wasn’t the first time that Harry had ruined your cozy days alone. Last time it was because Mitch had come up with a new bridge that Harry wanted to try out. That time he had been gone nearly the entire day leaving you to sulk around the house and wait for him. You knew something similar was going to happen this time around. Usually, you wouldn’t even be this upset about the situation, but Harry had spent the last month in Tokyo trying to write his new album and you missed him. He was the one that wanted to do the lazy day today which only added to your fury.

“No I can’t (Y/n), Jeff asked me to come in today so I’m going in today. I’ll be back soon, I promise” he tried to reassure you, but you were having none of it.

“Harry, don’t make promises you very well know you aren’t going to keep. I haven’t spent more than a couple hours with you in weeks. I had the whole day set up.” you replied back becoming slightly more agitated.

“I wouldn’t say choosing a movie and having sex is exactly planning the day” he stated as he pulled away from you and shrugged on a t-shirt.

“Well then you can forget about the sex today then since I guess it isn’t important” you replied back as you walked past him and began to strip off the sexy pajamas you were wearing and putting on some comfy clothes.

“(Y/n)... you know that’s not what I meant. You’re being a bit unreasonable and frankly a bit of a bitch.” he retorted as he slipped on his loafers and his hat.

“You know what Harry Styles, fuck you. Go record your song, heck fly back to Japan for all I care. You clearly don’t want to be here” you stated, anger and disappointment boiling in your veins.

“Great maybe I will. Look I’m already late so I’m leaving, don’t wait up for me” he announced as he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door.

You were fuming at the moment and the only thing that could calm you down right now was a cold shower. After your shower, you decided to finally tackle your laundry pile you had been procrastinating for a while. For lunch, you had leftover Chinese food from the night before while watching Friends and by the time 6 rolled around you were tired out from all your pent up anger that day. You decided that you were going to take a power nap so you put your phone on Do Not Disturb and set a timer for an hour. You curled up in your bed with one of Harry’s hoodies as you drifted off to sleep.

Your alarm softly blared in the background as you groggily opened your eyes and began to stretch in bed. Groaning softly you sat up in your bed before walking over to turn off your alarm. After shutting it off you saw about thirty texts from your friends and 10 missed calls from Jeff and Anne. As you were about to call them to see what was happening you got a twitter notification saying that #praysforHarry was trending. Your heart sank into your chest. What had happened? Was he ok? What was going on?

As your heart raced you shakily pressed on Jeff’s contact. The phone rang twice before he finally picked up

“(Y/n) where are you?” Jeff asked frantically.

“I’m- I’m at home. Jeff, what's going on? Harry was supposed to be with you at the studio?” you stated softly, your voice cracking slightly.

“He left early. Said he needed to be quick so he could go back to you. Was on my way home when I got a call from St. Thomas hospital, said I was the emergency contact. Harry was in a car crash, (y/n). Apparently, he was at an intersection and a drunk driver crashed into his car. The drivers dead at the scene. Harry was taken to the hospital and I’m here now, but they won’t tell me anything. Anne is coming but I thought I would-” Jeff but you zoned him out.

Harry. Your Harry. Your Harry was in an accident and you didn’t even know. You were shaking aggressively as you held back sobs.

“(Y/n), (y/n)- hey, are you still with me?” Jeff yelled through the phone, snapping you momentarily from your trance.

“Ye-yeah I’m... I’m here” you whispered as you slowly began to hyperventilate.

“(Y/n) I need you to breathe ok? Gary is going to be outside your house in five minutes so he can drive you here ok? Breathe, just breathe. He’s in good hands, ok? Your friend Jackie said that she was going to be one of the nurses in the operating room and that she would take care of him.” Jeff tried to reassure you.

“He’s- he’s in surgery?” you asked as you tried to calm your breathing down.

“Yeah went in about a half hour ago. Ok, (Y/n), Anne just go here so I’m going to hang up. Gary should be there any minute now, ok? He’ll be fine” Jeff stated before mumbling a quick goodbye and hanging up.

Of course, he had to get hurt today of all days. The only day this entire week that you weren't working at the hospital and the only day the two of you had argued. You cautiously ran your fingers through your hair as a car horn sounded outside. Quickly you slipped on one of Harry’s old sweaters and grabbed your sunglasses from the counter before placing them in your backpack and running out the door.

The car ride to the hospital was quiet as you shuffled through your bag looking for your nurse's badge to get you in the building faster. As Gary pulled up to the front entrance you saw the flashing of cameras through the tinted windows. You put your sunglasses on to block the flash as well as to hide your swollen eyes from all the crying you had been doing on the way here. Gary carefully guided you into the building before you ran into the building before stopping at the secretary's desk.

“Eileen where is he? What room is he in? Where is Harry?” you asked the old woman.

“Oh (Y/n), sweetheart I’m so sorry, Love. Let me check that for you. What’s his last name and date of birth again?” She asked you with a sympathetic smile.

“Styles. Harry Styles. S-T-Y-L-E-S. Birthday is February 1, 1994″ you replied quickly as you fiddled with your badge.

“Ok, love, here we go. He’s currently in operating room 4, no status report I’m afraid, but his private waiting room is room 53c,” she stated softly.

“Thank you, Eileen” you replied as you ran to the elevator.

Once you stepped out onto the fifth floor ran down the corridor and made a left before making to his waiting room. You swiped your card and cautiously walked in. Many of Harry’s closest friends were already in there as you spotted Anne in the corner next to Gemma, a cup of tea untouched in her hand. You made your way to her as she gave you a small teary-eyed smile. You sat next to her, grabbing her hands as you gently placed her tea on the coffee table.

“Anne I- I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have I- I should have just let him go and now he’s here and, and I-” you began as tears streamed down your face.

“Shh (y/n), Oh darling come here,” Anne said as she wrapped you in her arms. “This isn’t your fault love, none of it is. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had nothing to do with it” she stated as you continued to argue with her.

You ultimately gave up and ended up curled up next to Anne before Nick came over with a cup of water for you an hour or so later.

“Have you heard anything yet by chance?” Nick asked cautiously as he rubbed a hand up and down your arm. You shook you’re head.

“Jackie texted me saying she would try and get me an update during the operation but nothing yet. I think I’m going to try and go down there in a bit to see” you mumbled as you wiped at your eyes with the sleeves of Harry’s sweater.

“(Y/n) that might not be the smartest choice. Maybe we should wait for the Doctor to update us here” Nick offered.

“No, I can’t wait here not knowing anything. We don’t even know if he was conscious in the ambulance! I’m going down, I’ll be back in a bit” you replied as you gave Anne a quick squeeze before making your way down to the operating room.  

You made it down to the second floor where he was getting operated in before you carefully walked into the seats of the operating theater. There he was. The love of your life laid on the operating table with a breathing tube down his throat as the team of doctors worked on him. You had to cover your mouth to prevent the sobs from coming out. You recognized all the doctors and nurses working on him and you spotted Jackie in the corner grabbing another pint of blood before hooking it to his IV.

You carefully walked over to the speaker before pressing the intercom button.

“Dr. Marcos, it's (Y/n) (Y/l/n), can you tell me how he’s doing?’ you asked cautiously as the man looked up quickly from Harry to see you up in the view dock.

He quickly motioned for Jackie to go up and see you as he pulled down his masked, “He’s in good hands (Y/n), don’t worry.” he stated sending you a small smile before returning back to Harry.

Jackie walked into the room where you stood and wrapped you in a tight hug. You nearly collapsed into her arms as you sobbed.

“Hey, hey (y/n) relax for me, breathe. They’re just finishing up on him. He’s had a bit of a rough time, I won’t lie, but his breathing has been stabilized and we’ve stopped most of the bleeding.” she stated.

“He’s he going to be okay?” you asked her. Jackie gave you a sympathetic look.

“You know I can’t give you that answer. As of now, he’s stable” she mumbled as you squeezed her tighter.

You were about to ask her another question when you heard a chorus of shouts and beeping from the operating room. You saw a flat line on the monitored and nearly felt your own heart stop. Jackie quickly placed you in a chair before running to the speaker and turning off the operating room microphones and putting the black screen up so you couldn’t see anything.

You thought your heart had stopped at that moment until Jackie jerked your arm harshly, grabbing your chin in her hand so that you would face her.

“Listen to me (y/n), ok? He’s in very capable hands right now and they are going to do everything, EVERYTHING they can to save him and help him. He’s a strong man. We both need to have some faith in the doctors, ok? As soon as he’s stabilized again they’ll page me.” she replied as you emotionlessly nodded your head.

As you sat there in the small theater chairs you recalled all your good memories with Harry. Your first date at the tiny record store down the street from your old house, your first kiss on the edge of the boardwalk, your boat ride in Paris, your first Christmas together curled up on the couch watching movies. Every memory you had ever made was quickly coming back to you as you realized that your greatest fear could come true; those could be the last memories of you and Harry. As you lost yourself in thought Jackie’s pager rang, a sigh of relief leaving her mouth.

“He’s stable. They’re finishing up the last stitch right now and he’ll be placed in a recovery room. I told you all you needed was a little faith” Jackie stated with a soft smile as you through yourself into her arms and sobbed.

“He’s ok, he’s ok. Oh thank god, I don’t know what I would have done without him” you mumbled as you tried to catch your breath.

“He is (y/n), don’t worry. Now we're going to clean you up a bit and then would you like to tell everyone upstairs that he’s ok? He’s quite the popular boy” Jackie chuckled as she carefully helped you up.

“Yeah, I can do” you whispered, a small smile on your face as the two of you walked to the closest bathroom.

After washing your face with cold water and Jackie putting some of her concealer under your eyes you gave Jackie a quick hug and let her go see the rest of her patients.  Jackie had given you all the information you were allowed to share with everyone upstairs. Harry had just been moved to his room and was currently fast asleep (would probably still be for a couple of hours) as was currently stable. You walked up the stairs to the fifth floor before carefully knocking on the waiting room door, closing the door behind you softly as you came in. Everyone’s attention turned to you as you gave them a hesitant smile and tried to hide your hands in the sleeves of your sweater.

“Umm, so Harry he- he’s stable. Just got out of surgery and is currently asleep in his room. Can probably visit him in ten minutes. Umm, his umm his heart stopped at one point during the surgery but they were able to resuscitate him. He’s fine now though” you spoke.

Once you were finished talking the crowd of people began to murmur to each other with a mix of relief and worry. Anne ran up to you and squeezed you into a hug before leaving the room with Gemma. You walked over to the table in the corner to get yourself a cup of water as Nick came over and gave your shoulders a tight squeeze.

“Told you he’s strong, (y/n). You both are going to make it through this. I’m going to leave with the rest of our friends so you guys have some space. We’ll come see him tomorrow now that we know he’s ok” Nick states as he placed a kiss on your temple and you gave him a tight hug.

“Thank you, Nick. Thanks for being here, I’ll make sure to tell Harry” you spoke as Nick nodded his head and started to grab his coat. You gave a quick wave to the group leaving the room before taking a seat on the now empty couch.

He was ok. He was going to be fine. Everything is fine. You repeated these three statements to your self in the now empty room until Michael walked in. He gave you a small smile and handed you a cup of coffee you graciously accepted.

“Gemma and Anne are almost done talking to him so if you’d like you can go in” he announced, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as you sipped at the coffee.

You shakily took a deep breath and stood up carefully from the couch. Putting the cup down you gave Michael a tight hugged and thanked him for being here.

“Harry’s like family to me, I’ll always be here to support him and his family and friends” He replied.

You released him and carefully grabbed your backpack from the room before making your way down the corridor. Hesitantly you knock on his hospital room door before pocking your head in and seeing Anne and Gemma sitting on either side of him. All three of them turned their attention and the minute your eyes locked with Harry’s your eyes teared up.

“Hello, love” Harry whispered, he voice sounding quite hoarse.

A sob left your mouth as you closed the door and dropped your backpack on the floor. He had bandages all over his torso and on the side of his forehead. You could see a cast on his left foot and a large cut on his nose. Your sobs got louder as you stood frozen at the end of the room, hands over your mouth.

“Oii love, come here, (y/n). I’m ok, I promise” Harry whispered as he opened his arms slowly.

Anne carefully moved her chair away from the edge of Harry’s bed and gestured for you to come forward. You slowly walked towards him until you were inches away from his hand. Harry cautious held his hand out to you and you grasped it between your two hands, bringing it up to your lips to place a kiss on his knuckles. He wrapped his free arm carefully around your waist and tugged you closely until you were essentially sitting on his bed. Gemma and Anne said there quick goodbyes before leaving the room. Once they had left you began to speak.

“How- why did you-u... what happened baby?” You asked as Harry made some room for you on the bed.  

“Well I don’t remember much but I know I was trying to come home early so that I could surprise you and apologize for being a wanker. Everything after that is a blur, I remember starting to turn left but then the other car hit my side and everything goes blank” he replies as he fiddles with your fingers.

You nodded your head before bitting your lip and looking down at the cast on his foot.  Harry gently placed his hand under your chin to lift it up so that you would look at him.

“Hey, I’m alright. Everything is just fine. The doctors said that besides the scare in the operating room everything else was much less severe then they expected. All I have to do is take it easy for a bit and-” he started before you cut him off.

“Oh no, I’m putting you on bed rest for at least a week. You’re not moving off our bed mister. Do I make myself clear?” you replied while running your hands softly through his hair.

“Of course Nurse (Y/n), anything for you” he replied back with a small smirk as you softly wack his none injured arm before snuggling into his side.

The two of you laid there in silence for a while as Harry ran his hand through your hair slowly. You had been contemplating whether to ask Harry the question that had been mulling over in your head since you made it to the hospital. You promised yourself that if he made it out of this ok that you wouldn’t hesitate to tell him but now you were chickening out. Harry could sense you progressively getting tenser so he carefully turned onto his side to look at you.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong?” He asked as you bit your bottom lip harder. You stared up at him cautiously before blurting out

“Marry me”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry smirked and stated, “well I would but last time I checked you're supposed to be in the white gown and not me”.

“Harry I’m serious” you replied back with a stern face, tears threatening to follow as Harry quickly wiped the smirk off his face.

“I know love, I know. I am too. Hey, no tears now, yeah? Can’t have the love of my life in tears” he whispered softly.

“I- I - when I saw you on that table flatlining I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things we would have missed out on... our wedding, the birth of our kids, graduations, birthdays, holidays together... all of it. And -and I promised myself I would ask you if you made it through and-” you rambled as Harry cut you off with a delicate kiss to your swollen lips, trailing them across your face to kiss your tears away.

“Shh, darling its all over now. My answer yes. Yes I’ll marry you and we're going to buy that house down near Brighton that you love to look at on our way to the beach and we’re going to have the most beautiful and amazing kids and their going to look just like me” he rambled with a smile as you shook your head softly at his antiques.

“Before all that, though I have one request” he announces as you scrunch your eyebrows together.

“What?” you replied back as you stared down into his eyes.

“Got to let me propose properly, yeah? I want to do it right, down on one knee and everything but you got to give me a little time to heal up though... and you got to give me your ring size” he stated sheepishly, a blush rising up to his cheeks.

You smiled brightly at him and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Size 7, but I’m in no rush as long as I have you here with me now” you whispered softly as you brushed back his hair.

“I love you” he whispered to you.

“I love you too Harry” you replied back before kissing his plump lips softly.

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So I won’t lie I started writing this like two week ago, but I have been so busy that I just didn’t have a chance to finish and it's probably not my best work but hey it’s done! With that being said I love to hear from you guys so let me know what you think and let me know if you have any requests!!! Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

BnHA 84 - 86 | Uchitama 9 - 12 (FINAL) | Eizouken 10 - 12 (FINAL) | Magia Record 8 - 13 (FINAL) | ID: INVADED 12 - 13 (FINAL) | ACCA OVA

BnHA 84

Ey? So Gentle is basically Luffy, only he can do stuff with air too.

“Tokoyami, it’s in lesson 3.”

Eizouken 10

LOL, you can see a name similar to “Rachel Enyoung Choi” in one of the credit lists. Update: Euyoung Choi is credited on one of the other folders.

“Kanamoney” is catching on, I see.

“Well, dough.” - Sarasoju, where soju is some alcoholic Korean beverage.

The back of the clock reminds me of that Skipper and Skeeto game I used to play.

Did Kanamori get a fringe cut…?

You can see the symbol for Eizouken on the (imaginary…?) warehouse.

Uchitama 9

The video got encoded funny again…

I‘ve heard of AIBOs before. They’re robotic dogs, although with newfangled drones, Google Nests and stuff, they went out of fashion years ago.

Aibou (with kanji) means “partner”, come to think of it...

While everyone else is talking in the foreground, I’m staring at Beh in the background…

Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen Kuro and Nora interact all that much.

Natsuki Hanae as Leo, huh?

Uchitama 10

Second-last episode!

Neko (cat) -> Koma -> ari (ant)…isu (chair) -> suika (watermelon) -> tamago (egg, or sometimes it sounds like tabako/tabacco to me) -> ??? -> koi (carp) -> ???? “Kooten” seems to be a nonsense word.

The video got encoded funny again…

…and that’s twice now…

LOL, this is based on Millionaire.

…thrice…

The original quote is (something like), “It is said that heaven does not create one man above or below another man.” (Yukichi Fukuzawa)

The answer was C, obviously.

…4 times.

Bull does his best Thinker impression.

Oh my gosh, they’re bringing that joke back…? (LOL) Update: The portal joke.

“chunk of meat” – Uh…what?

Holy s***! It’s Bull’s dad! Bull time travelled!

Magia Record 8

I like how the anime introduced Gomakashi, then had the proper OP.

Chuo Ward (Chuoku)? In Hypnosis Mic, that’s a sign Ayappe is definitely a girl…but this ain’t HypMic, so no worries!

The greeting is “Kamihama” because it sounds kind of like konbanwa and the host is Mr Hammer because that sounds like the back half of Kamihama, I guess.

Magia Record seems more overt about its lesbian undertones, I see.

I noticed a piano on a poster in the back. Wonder what that means…?

Just reading translations of radio transcripts like this makes me think of the HypMic radio show. I’ve been using that (and all of HypMic, to be honest) to cope in these tough (COVID-19) times, which is why I’m mentioning it a lot.

Mami!

Eizouken 11

So this is how they met, huh? I never knew Kanamori could have such little faith in people, considering how she is now.

ID:INVADED 12

What I don’t get is Hayaseura’s motive…

Uraido…”from behind”? I need kanji to figure this one out…

Whose well is this Bliss background, ayway…?

Momoki and Matsuoka pass a sign saying 大井南 (Minamioi), which is in Shinagawa.

Why does Momoki need drugs…? To subdue Asukai…?

Oh no. Inami is going to have a vendetta after her man was killed!

According to Ramuda, the optimist sees the doughnut, the pessimist sees the hole…I think’s that’s important for that moment.

…Welp, when a hole in the brain doesn’t kill you, a shot to the stomach does.

In this time of COVID-19, I think talking about people coming back to life is inappropriate…

Post-credits segment!

Uchitama 11 (FINAL)

According to Ramuda, the optimist sees the doughnut, the pessimist sees the hole…

“Tullip” (sic).

Oh, so instead of “Tama” it said “tanu___”, so the kids assumed it said “tanuki”.

Ooh, cat meeting. This should match the dog meeting from earlir in the season. Plus Nora’s face on the title card.

The video got encoded funny again…

“I’m busy right now.” – Nora, sleeping – Yup, that’s my mood. In fact, I was woken up by a call this morning…

I still think the Momo x Bull ship is stupid…

Nora can talk to crows…?

BnHA 85

…huh? What’s up with Bibimi?

Oh, in La Brava’s room there’s a graduation album. No one translated that.

Seriously, Deku’s gotten kinda creepy these days…

Tobita = essentially “to fly” + “field”. Makes sense when the Quirk is elasticity.

“It’s dangerous to go alone!” – I want to reply with “Take this!”…LOL.

This bouncing around thing was basically done by Sonic in OPM.

Update:  Turns out the kanji for elasticity is read dansei, which is th same rading for the characters for a man (but with characters meaning “male gender” instead and the last kanji being shared betwe the two). That’s why Danjuro is Gentle Criminal.    

BnHA 85

I noticed some of the decorations around the school look like heroes we’ve seen – there’s a Midnight one and a Thirteen balloon.

Why is the crowd chanting for YaoMomo…?

It’s in English, huh?

End of credits segment! Keep watching!

“Guys like you who say there are no do-overs in life…”

Hawks! This is the first time I see him outside spoilers!

ID:INVADED 13 (FINAL)

Was gonna finish this the day I got it, but I got access (limited to 1 week)…to Akira, which is a movie I’ve never seen before.

The sharks are a nice touch…(LOL…?)

Welp, John Walker has his hat back now.

Uraido…Hayaseura. Of course, how the heck did I not make the connection?!

The video got encoded funny again…

…wow, after learning a thing or two about CPR, this part actually makes sense to me now…Amazing. (Also, I learnt about comminuted fractures from Double Decker.)

COVID-19 is entering these notes too…because if you cut yourself off from society, you won’t know about pandemics…

Why do I get the feeling Kiki’s gonna kill herself…?

She…almost did it. (Wow, I should try predict things more often.)

That pool…is basically the one from Minority Report!

Wow, that just did an Eva…

Why did they choose such a lively ending song…? Anyways, that wrapped up really well (no pun intended!). See you next time!  

Magia Record 9

The tower appars to be modelled more after Tsutenkaku rather than Tokyo Tower.

For some reason, the subbers like to capitalise “Magical Girl”.

One of the speech bubbles in the back says koneko no gorogoro, or “the cat’s laziness”.

“Stand alone!” This is probably some kind of wordplay on the Solitude (Hitoribocchi no Saihate), since “alone” is hitori de.

Interestingly, the word for “delete” here is keshite (literal meaning: “to erase”).

The sign that passes Sana by while she’s on the boat says “Futaba” on it.

The blue letterboxing is an interesting effect.

“Sorpredente” = surprising.

Eizouken 12 (FINAL)

“They have their own business to run.”

I’ll miss this OP song when it’s gone…*sigh*

LOL, the contrast between Asakusa’s imagination and reality is huge and that’s what makes Eizouken so fun.

“I’m here to deliver the promised data,” Kanamori says (which I think is a more literal translation, ut works better).

It’s unfortunate Comiket 98 was cancelled…

Hey, why didn’t Anime vs. Real Life cover Eizouken?! That would’ve been so good!

I noticed one of the viewers had a “No Disc” pop-up of some sort. Also, the moving logo exists now, too (LOL).

I like how 1 of the UFOs hits the windshield.

The arrows really bring your attention to what’s the same in the split screens.

Magia Record 10

The Mifuyu in the previous episodes was either a flashback or a fantasy, right?

Mami is wearing a Wings of Magius badge…!

On the titlecard, there’s what seems to be a radio tower with a small lightning bolt above it.

BnHA 86

Hey, Tsu has a sister..?

Ah,so this is Mirko! I’ve heard of her too!

Is it just me, or does Endeavour hav CGI on him…?

Hawks reminds me of Fubuki from OPM…

Wow, even Endeavour’s trying to be funny…the world really is different now. (This humour has a terrible success rate with me, though.)

There seem to be holes in Hawks’ jackt for his wings.

So basically, Hawks is being the Iori to Endeavour’s Riku (but without too much of the homoerotic overtones that come from being close in age, since Endeavour is 46 – 7 and Hawks is 22), so to speak.

Oh! That punch is based on All Might’s! Same framing and everything!

Hajimari no doesn’t suggest a pronoun, so they must have chosen that based on the manga or the production company or something.

Magia Record 11

Shaft headtilt!

This Witch…apparently it appears early on in the OG series according to This Week in Anime. It does give off that vibe.

…wow, that fight was fast.

The video got encoded funny again…

Why are all the magical girls Naruto running???  

Hachibey = Kyubey (where kyu = 9), but for 8.

ACCA OVA

Who’s this-oh, never mind.

I don’t remember the OST being so…cool.

Jumo, where ju = tree I guss.

Nino! Who’s the blonde though? I forget…

Jumo for Jumoku…right. I forgot.

Shinro, literally “path of advancement”. I’ve grown a lot since I last watched ACCA, but I only feel I’ve gotten dumber since then…to be honest.

I like how the flashback is saturated in blue…actually, that reminds me of Given, now that I think of it.

Where’s Grossular? I liked him the best because he’s basically older!Kyosuke Kuga. Update: Spoke too soon.

Now that I’ve learnt keigo between the OG and now, I can understand more of what Mauve says.

Magia Record 12

(no notes, sorry!)

Magia Record 13 (FINAL)

Is it just me, or can I see a feather-like object floating down the screen…? (Or is that static?)

You can see one of the hooded Wings (on Touka’s left) has dark blue hair – roughly Sayaka’s shade.

Ooh, Mami and Sayaka fight! (I’ve never been one for catfights, but this is certainly a match-up I want to see!)

Mami’s fate really sucks, huh? Her head came off in the OG and now she’s a tool for the Magius…

Yachiyo does look a lot like Togo from Yuki Yuna, doesn’t she…?

Anyways, this is all for now. There’s an s2 on the horizon, but COVID-19 means it could be years down the line…see you when s2 arrives.

[moved99999999999]

U guys wanna know what I think about that hell hotel show

I feel like twitter’s very tired of seeing ppl talk about Hazbin Hotel, so I putting my opinions on tumblr where they belong. I’m not a “professional critic” by any means, but I’ll try my best given what I know. And don’t worry, I’ll be incredibly nit-picky to suit the internet’s needs.

I’m gonna mainly focus on HH itself instead of Vivzie’s accusations because that's a WHOLE other can of worms to open.

During the time of me writing this, I haven’t watched any YT reviews, but I’ve read a few threads criticising the show, so take that as my social influence bias.

My ted talk is allllll below the cut. Enjoy~

Context: 

My first exposure of Vivzie’s work was her “Die Young” animation that I came across around 2016. Instantly I fell in love with how “smooth” and lively her animation was, and especially the fact that it was hand drawn. Animation like that was extremely rare to come by (and still is) and seeing her execute it so well with such complexed characters was amazing to my fetus self. 

A few years later and I see the first trailer for HH. I instantly went OH I RECOGNISE THAT STYLE AND THOSE CHARACTER TYPE DESIGNS and was looking forward to what it had to offer. 

On “opening day” I watched the pilot ASAP to avoid my opinions from getting warped by all of the key-mash memes and post call-out bitching (literally the extremes of the HH opinion spectrum), and overall.....

I thought it was good. 

Not ground breakingly amazing, not horrifically terrible, but charmingly good.

(Ok now it’s actual review time)

Animation Quality:

As a hand drawn animation that has the freedom to get creative with its shots, a lot of effort was clearly put into how everything moves (it definitely didn’t take any lazy flash puppet shortcuts for the main sections of the show) and I can appreciate that. However it tends to be... rather inconsistent, most likely due to the varying skill level of the animators on the project. It’ll be nice and smooth one minute, and then awkward and choppy the next which can make the viewing pretty confusing at times. I’ll be honest I found myself overlooking these inconsistencies due to the characters and backgrounds themselves being very visually engaging, especially considering how over designed some of them can be (which I applaud the team for handling cuz wow that must have been painful). However, the needle thin and exaggerated art style makes some things incredibly hard to look at. While it helps with adding fancy details, it hurts in catching peoples eyes in the right place.

It’s also chalk full of little details, visual gags, and references that are hilarious to look at if you have the luxury of pausing every two seconds (the news segment and Sir Pentious turf war w/ Angel and Cherri are good places to look). But I feel like these lil details were put in at the cost of some some continuity errors (Charlie not wearing her coat in one shot, and having it back on in the next, papers being blank, etc.) and lip-syncing issues which really shouldn’t be happening considering all of the detail they were able to put in. There are also some shots that have just SO MUCH detail put into them, only to be shown for less than a second. I get that’s the cost of animation sometimes, but save the detail for the shots that need it, because at that point you’re just causing the animators to waste their efforts.

However, I was surprised at how professional the soundtrack and editing was. Not one but THREE songs in this single episode was really surprising, and the variation and quality of each was great (as cringy as Charlie’s song is)

But overall, the production quality is surprisingly good for a project like this, the editing, sound effects, and sound track act like a cherry on top. Of course there are some noticeable drops in quality, but given time and a budget, it has enough chops to look like an actual show.

Writing: 

As far as overarching plot goes, it seems like it’s going to be one of those procedural shows that tries to be serialised, but it’s a creative twist on hell and has an interesting premise to begin with. You can get really creative with seeing how you’d dive into getting redemption out of all of these seemingly lost causes, and I’m sure there are many people willing to know the backstories our main cast. As a pilot, it did it’s job of launching the plot very well, setting up the premise of the hotel and introducing characters in a very engaging way. I was legit really interested in each segment with who in introduced, and it didn’t feel like I was being overloaded with names to remember (which can be a problem for many medias and introductions). The cohesion between each scene is VERY smooth, and I genuinely enjoyed some of the cliché cuts/gags. 

Unfortunately I can’t extend this interest to our main character. Charlie is one of the most generic tropes we’ve ever seen. She’s a boring Disney princess who has a “cute happy positive goal to change her world” and the only thing that would make her more generic is if she wore a dress and cried “I’m tired of being so privileged”. 

(Although it’s impossible to tell, I honestly think Viv is just projecting through her, especially considering how horrifically accurate the hotel’s opening mirrors the internet’s reaction to the pilot itself)

I would be more forgiving if she was a supporting character or someone less important, but she’s the freaking protagonist, arguably the character that has to be the most interesting. Angel’s personality seems to be “flirty porn star”, and while that’s just as bad as being a boring Disney princess, at least he gets a few jokes and has a profession more interesting than Charlie’s. Around the end of the pilot he just seems like he’s getting involved because Viv likes giving him attention. If he’s supposed to be leeching off of the hotel, wouldn’t not care if it survives or not?

(There’s that whole stereotype issue that everyone keeps bringing up, but I genuinely think that’s BS because people are blatantly ignoring the fact that Angel is a porn star, Vaggie is portrayed as helpful, and that the show takes place in H E double hokey sticks.)

The transitions may be smooth, but the dialogue pacing can get really awkward at times. This paired with the animation sometimes having awkward quality drops makes some movements incredibly jagged, and has some detailed shots show for incredibly unbalanced screen time as mentioned before. 

I don’t have enough to give voice acting it’s own section so I’m just popping it down here:

The voice acting is legitimately better than several big name projects I know. It’s consistent, great at expressing the character’s mood properly, and each voice fits each character perfectly. My only gripes are that Alastor and Sir Pentious tend to grain on you after awhile due to them keeping a single tone for too long. 

Character Design: AKA the only thing I have legitimate experience with.

First thing’s first. The characters are WAY too over designed. There are so many markings and accessories that are incredibly unnecessary. I think the mindset for these characters was “the more complicated and attractive the better”, which makes them look like they’re designed by an edgy tumblr artist (heck I fall for this too some times).

Especially if a character is going to be animated, you have to keep in mind the value of simplicity. You absolutely don’t have to fill in your character with markings and trinkets to make them look unique, I mean just look at the gen 1 pokemon starters. Thanks to the limitations of the game, the sprites were forced to be simple, and it was that simplicity that made them such unique and varied creatures. You can tell Blastoise is a bulky water blasting turtle just with a quick glance. 

Many of the characters suffer from over complication, but I’ll look at Husk for example. He has these stripes all over him that do not contribute to who he’s supposed to be at all, and only look like they’re added to make him more unique. The markings that DO help are the little card suite marks on his wings, because those at least infer he’s linked to a casino/gambling type of theme. I would say his outfit helps as well, but formal wear and bowties are worn way to often by the main characters, which brings me to another problem.

They may look different, but they feel way too similar. From the same skinny body type, to generic head shapes, to outfits, the focus characters just don’t stand out amongst each other. Even the ones with interesting features still suffer from feeling generic. I’d say Sir Pentious is a good example of this. He has a serpentine/naga body and clever hair style that make his concept really creative, but his skinny body type, complicated eyes all over his tail, and generic “young but supposed to be at least middle aged” face just push him back into obscurity. He’s even wearing the SAME outfit as Alastor (who's an even worse offender of that generic face problem), and unless Viv has some plan to link the two, I’d say the characters need to stop using a dress code.

A successful character design can to tell you who the character is just by looking at them. You should be able to tell if a character’s personality, function, age, the universe they belong in, and if they’re important or not, and that’s a big problem when it comes to the background characters. If you pause on one of the extras for a minute you can see all of the effort put into designing them, and that takes away so much attention from the main cast. Not only that, but they have actual variations in their body types and outfits, which makes them more intriguing than who we’re supposed to be interested in.

Regardless, this pilot has potential, and if they can get someone to comb out the flaws, you can end up with something good. No one can deny a legitimate animation was made here, and the team successfully executed the start of a story, and that’s something anyone can look up to.

TLDR: The pilot is good. It has some major flaws, but it has potential to be a good show.

If you actually read this far epstein didn’t kill himself.

[ccyans]

The one where Todoroki Rei gets out of dodge with children in tow Pt. 1

Prequel  AO3

A concept:

In which Todoroki Rei gets the heck out of dodge with all four Todoroki kids in tow before her mental state deteriorates. What sparks the action: perhaps one of baby Shouto’s training sessions go too far. Perhaps her eldest (coughDabicough) gets a little too snappy and lands himself in the burn ward again. Perhaps it’s just a culimination: the realization that sometimes she can’t even look at her five-year old without flinching, without the superimposition of Enji’s lightning eyes and rumbling disapproval. Her sweet, shy, five-year old boy, not even her eldest, who holds his father’s fire in more ways than one.

Perhaps one day on the streets she meets an old college friend who asks, very gently, “Rei-chan, are you okay?” and Rei gets an overdue stress breakdown right there and then.

Any of these things. All of these things. The end result is that Todoroki Rei realizes she needs out. She can’t do this anymore. Neither can her children. She and her college friend have a long conversation, and afterwards, Rei goes to Enji with divorce papers in shaking hands. There’s a messy custody battle that ends in bitter tears and a lot of shouting on several fronts, the loudest of which comes from Rei’s college friends, intersparsed with threats of media exposure and long nights of Fuyumi hovering, and then end result – the end result is that she’s out.

They’re out of Enji’s house.

see the rest under the cut

The days after the custody battle are so busy that Rei has exactly no time to think about Enji. The move is – easier than expected. Rei thinks first about going to her parent’s house, out in the country, with its rice paddies and cicida-song summers, filtered through a soft sieve of cozy memory, but Endevour’s family, even divorced, is still Endevour’s family in the ways that matter. Rei remembers the kidnapping attempts and has no desire to repeat them. The city has better security, faster police response, and more heroes, so in the end Rei chooses to move into a three-bedroom apartment on the opposite side of the city.

It is not the best apartment. There’s a faucet that needs a bit of fixing, the wall paper is tacky, and no one likes the view from the balcony view which shows only a back alley, but it’s a good, safe part of town, with a kindly land lady, and Rei is conscious of her sudden financial position as a single mother. Money, at least, had never been an issue before. Now Rei’s relying on the support of her parents, as well as what child support the government and Enji are paying. She’ll need to get herself a job soon. Rei has a college degree but it’s been a long, long time since she worked, not since her first pregnancy, and it makes her anxious. She shelves these worries for the mean time, although they simmer, quietly, in the background. She has four children and a house to move.

Her friends help her with the furniture and Rei jumps when someone accidentally shatters a glass. All of them do – her eldest with his fists clenched, Fuyumi and Natsuo frozen and quiet, Shouto hidden with ice creeping up his cheek. They clean up, carefully. They don’t talk about it.

The children divide the three rooms. Her eldest gets one for himself. He’s fourteen – he needs it. Natuso and Fuyumi bunk together. Shouto is six and still burrows into her bed at night, so they share. They go shopping for plates and utensils and all the little important everyday things they left behind. Grocery runs with Shouto sitting in the front of the shopping cart.

Things get better.

*

Since we still haven’t been graced with Dabi’s actual name, for the sake of this narrative we’re just going to call him Dabi. Dabi is fourteen and, for evident reasons, strives to be as opposite from his father as possible. Between his colouring and his quirk this is often difficult. He does his best though: drawls more often than he talks, slouches constantly, wears punk jewlery, and hones his face into a practiced visage of bored apathy. Endeavor barks, never slouches and is extremely passionate about all the wrong things, the fuckng asshole, so Dabi does his best to counter. He moves with a deliberate laziness, dresses like the cross between a goth and a delinquant, and talks with the air of someone possibly high for the dual purposes of a) pissing off dad, and b) making it so that mom doesn’t have a panic attack looking at him.

Rei nearly had a panic attack looking at Shouto. Dabi is older, spikier red hair, two flash-blue eyes instead of one. Sometimes she can’t look at him. Sometimes she can’t be in the same room as him. Dabi gets nose piercings and wears distressed jeans and band T-shirts with sparkly pink slogans, keeps his voice, quiet, uninterested, because there’s a mental disconnect there – him, his father, him, his father. 

The first thing Dabi does when they move out of his father’s house is dye his hair black.

*

A week into the new apartment and they are in the neighbourhood park on a summer morning. There is a book, half opened, in Fuyumi’s lap, dapple in sunlight and the dark shade of the oak trees. Dabi is eating the last of an ice-pop, and on the playground Natsuo is pushing the Shouto on the swings. Higher and higher.

“I don’t think he’s ever been on a swing before,” Fuyumi says.

“The old man’s a shit,” grunts Dabi.

The ice pop dribbles over his knuckles. Fuyumi eyes it, reaches over, and re-freezes it. It’s All Might themed, which is to say that Dabi was in charge of ice-cream runs, so right now all of their ice-pops and freezies are All-might themed. It’s his own brand of vengeance. Not something that would have happened in their old house, although Fuyumi doubts Father would have checked the freezer anyway.  

“Let’s not talk about that,” Fuymi says, after a moment. She peeks over at mother, who’s sitting with one of her college friends, laughing into her hand. Then Shouto, eyes squeezed shut and laughing with Natsuo. “He’ll get to play all that he wants now.”

“He should,” says Dabi, and crunches his ice pop. He inspects the playground scene. “You think Natsuo’s gonna teach him the monkey bar flip?”

“Not in mom’s line of sight, no.”

*

What i want is a Todoroki family protection squad by the Todoroki for the Todoroki, which is to say a) now that Dad’s not trying to cleave a division line between Shouto and everyone else, all three elder Todoroki siblings try to engage their tiny and somewhat badly socially adjusted younger brother in sibling things. And b) mom is important. All the Todorokis have a trained in aversion for direct conflict, but try anything with Rei and all your houseplants will be mysteriously frozen and your apartment may smell like burning. Mom is not allowed to carry the groceries. Mom is also not allowed to cook, because they have a gas stove, not an electric one. The kids insist on making dinner, or rather Fuyumi does, because the others are too small to be allowed near the stove and Dabi can’t look sideways at a pot without the contents going char boiled.

*

No one hears hair or hide or face from Endeavor in a month, and eventually the underlying is he going to show up tension in the house dissipates. The kids get used to their new neighbourhood, dogs mom whenever she goes out like a trail of four ducklings, and integrate Shouto into their group. Natuso is the best influence – he’s the closest in age, for one. And he’s loud and brash and genuine and exited, and never really had a younger brother to teach things to, so he’s super dedicated. Rei signs the kids up for school and Shouto is going to attend elementary instead of homeschooling that Endeavor originally planned. All the kids need new uniforms. Dabi changes his paperwork so his last name is his mother’s maiden one.

And then they meet the neighbours.

*

“Mom,” says Natsuo. “Mom is that a dead body?”

It is seven p.m. Rei just came back from her lawyer’s office, and there is, in fact, a body in the hallway. Scraggly, messy hair. Dirty jumpsuit, although it’s hard to see with the black fabric. Face down in front of her door.

She hopes it’s not a dead body.

“No, honey.” she says, although there’s an uncertain questionmark in her voice. She reaches into her purse for her phone. Does she call the police? Hero? She has both on speedial nowadays. If it’s just a homeless person man though, which… is not out of the question, either would be a overreaction.

Her eldest toes the body, and Rei gives him a look. “You alive?”

Nothing.

“I think we should call the police,” says Fuyumi. She’s biting her lip nervously, which is how Rei feels right now – off balanced and a little skittish. “Or – maybe he drank too much?”

They stand there in indecision, staring at the body. Rei hovers a finger on the speed-dial of her phone, until Natsuo begins to wonder about zombies and gets loud enough the land lady exits her apartment from the noise. She is a slight, traditional old lady with her silvery hair snapped back into a clip, and she takes one look at the possible hobo face down in front of Rei’s door, heaves a sigh, and says in a truly put-upon tone, “Aizawa-san.”

 Her scowl is ferocious. She nudges the probably-not-a-hobo in the side with a tabied toe. No response. Bracingly, she mutters, “heroes.”

“Um,” says Rei.

“Aizawa-san, if you needed to go to the hospital, please go before you drag yourself home. I am retired from the medical profession.”

“Hospital?” Rei repeats, alarmed.

The land lady makes a vague hand gesture. Then she bends, rolls Aizawa-san over, and checks him over. “He’s just out cold,” she scowls. “I am going to whack Yamada over the head. Where is he?”

Rei has no idea who this Yamada, apart from that he seems responsible for this Aizawa’s actions.

The land lady is still tsking. “And his apartment’s not even on this floor. Honestly. I’ll call Yamada. For the meantime though…” she eyes the body. She pinches the bridge of her nose, as if to ward off a incoming headache.

After a moment, she turns and says: “Rei-chan, I’m terribly sorry to ask you this, but if you don’t mind…”

This is how the body ends up on Rei’s couch.

*

Aizawa Shouta is twenty-one years old and an underground hero. He also seems to have some sort of sleep disorder, paired with a tendency to overwork, which is why he was collapsed on Rei’s doorstep. He lives two floors above Rei with a room-mate, a fellow hero. There is a suspicious stain on his pant leg that Rei is not going to look too closely at.

The children, after fifteen minutes of treating him like some fascinating but venomous woodland creature, eventually cave and start the metamorphical poking. Rei quickly herds them away. She bribes them with chocolate fudge dessert, which captures their attention for the next fifteen minutes, upon which her doorbell rings.

“I believe that would be Yamada-san,” says the land lady, checking her phone.

The first thing the disleveled young man in Rei’s doorway says is: “"Heeeeey, I am so sorry.”

His smile is cheerful and his hair is long and pale, and he chatters in a continous stream between social niceties, complimenting her furniture, introducing himself in bits in pieces, apologizing again. Upon entering the living room, he blinks and then gives a laugh at the sight of all four of her children simutaneously attempting to unknot Shouto from where he’s cocooned in Aizawa-san’s scarf. “Oh hey, lemme help you with that.”

Rei’s eldest leans back against the couch arm and drawls. “And you are?”

“Yamada Hizashi,” Yamada-san says, not missing a beat.

Yamadas bears the scrutiny of the children with remarkable ease, untangles Shouta gently, and then bops him on the nose. “this ain’t somethin’ you should be playing ‘round with, yanno?” but he’s smiling as he says it, and adds, like an afterthought, “although since Eraser’s caused so much trouble with you guys I guess he kinda deserves it.”

He bundles the scarf up. The land-lady gives him a severe dressing down, which he weathers with a sheepish smile. Rei sets out a cup of tea, still steaming, but Yamada declines graciously. “It’s been a bit of a long night,” he explains. His eyes are very green behind the orange sunglasses. After another apology to Rei, and he hoists Aizawa-san over one shoulder to leave out the front door.

“You can probably get that one on free babysitting duty,” the land-lady tells Rei, after. “By that I mean Yamada, not Aizawa.”

*

Anyway, Rei meets Aizawa properly the next morning, at breakfast, when the doorbell rings and she opens to last night’s unexpected guests. Both Yamada and Aizawa have cleaned up some. Yamada’s hair is up and he’s wearing normal glasses instead of tinted ones, and Aizawa no longer looks, well. Dead. Still tired, but it’s normal functioning tired instead of pass-out tired. Both of them are carrying pie.

“My apologies for yesterday,” says Aizawa-san, bowing, before Rei can do more than blink at their presence. It is straight and formal and suprisingly graceful, considering – well yesterday.  "I should have better anticipated my state of health.“

He sounds sincered, a little raspy, like he’s got the edge of a cold, and very awkward. “It – oh, it wasn’t much trouble,” says Rei. They’re a couple of young boys, these two. It’s easier to see with Aizawa now that he’s gotten clean clothes and a shave on him. Twenty-one. Rei has a decade on them. When she was twenty-one Rei was –

She pauses.

Don’t

think about Enji.

“It wasn’t much trouble.” Rei repeats. Don’t think about Enji. Too late. She feels skittish, all of a sudden, uncomfortable in her own skin. She bites her lip. “Honestly, I think Masato-san (the land-lady) would have chewed you out enough.”

‘So much,“ agrees Yamada, slinging an arm companionably over Aizawa’s shoulder. "But Shouta crash landed on your doormat, so, apology pie! We have two flavours. Blueberry?”

“Mom,” comes Natsuo’s holler, followed by the patter of small feet. “The rice is –hey you’re the dead body!”

“What,” says Fuyumi.

Half a heartbeat later and the rest of Rei’s children crowd into the entranceway. Yamada salutes them. “Heya kiddos.”

“Hi,” says Dabi, flatly.

They look at one another.

Rei can see the future alceration.  Her eldest has his hands clenched, his shoulders deceptively slack, and for a moment the discomfort of Enji is pushed away by a slightly greater panic of conflict. Fuyumi is already stepping forward though, putting a hand on Dabi’s shoulder, another on Natuso’s wrist.

She doesn’t have a third hand, which is how Shouto marches right up to Aizawa-san and says, tone jutting, “I don’t like your scarf.”

 Aizawa blinks.

Yamada swoops in in an instant. He crouches down to Shouto’s eye level, wagging a finger. “That’s cuz you’re supposed to catch your enemies in them, not yourself." He spins the pie around, cheeky. “Hey, you like apple or blueberry?”

And the tension breaks. 

Or maybe there was never any tension at all, just Rei, panic like a second heartbeat in her breastbone. Dabi is sullen and frowning but not actively hostile. Natsuo has slipped his sister’s hand to inspect the pies with unprecedented interest. Yamada and Aizawa are her neighbours. They’re young heroes. Good people.

Rei breathes out.

“Blueberry, please." Her voice comes out suprisingly steady. She smiles, a little tiredly, but genuine. “Thank you.”

“No probs,” grins Yamada. 

*

That’s Tuesday. On Friday, Rei meets Midoriya Inko. 

Prequel  AO3

[fruitqueen8]

HEROES and Villains Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE:

Virgil crouched low on the roof looking around

“where are you Shadow…”

he mumbled under his breath worried for the kid.He was suppose to meet him hours ago. And yet he was nowhere to be seen.  Alex suddenly appeared out of breath and stressed out.

“Sorry i shouldn’t have chased those morons”

“S’okay you only gave me a panic attack when i noticed you were gone”

“Again i’m sorry I screwed up now get off my case”

Virgil glared at him.

“Shadow, you can’t do that every time you’ll get caught”

“And you can’t just sit back and let innocent people get hurt”

“I do not let people get hurt I just stop the more meaningful crimes”

“Robbing banks is not more meaningful it’s just a little bigger then a mugging”

Virgil sighed he knew he wasn’t gonna win this argument he never did. He stood up and headed over to Alex putting his hands on the young hero’s shoulders.

“Just...try to be more careful okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you”

Alex nodded shrugging Virgil’s hands off.

“Yeah yeah okay I get it you worry just try to focus on the job DK...and OH MY GOD IT’S HIM!”

Virgil whirled around.

“Where?”

Alex snickered

“Man you are gullible”

Virgil glared at him then grinned wickedly

“Oh? You want trouble oh sidekick of mine? I’ll give you ten seconds to bolt before I make you regret that little stunt”

Alex pretended to look scared

“Oh no!”

He ran off laughing and Virgil grinned counting down the seconds before he was allowed to bolt after his sidekick.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…”

He suddenly paused he felt a presence but not a good presence a weird one, one that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He slowly turned around and there he was Dark Heart standing tall in his dark costume cape fluttering in the wind he grinned nastily.

“Well if it isn’t everyone’s favorite dark hero…”

Virgil scoffed

“Please i’m no one’s favorite people barely know me”

“Well then I guess no one will miss you when your finally dead”

Virgil laughed

“Please! Even if I did die why would I want people to miss me? All those sobbing crying people at a funeral for me? Not my style”

He took a step forward and Dark Heart laughed

“Don’t try it I haven’t been caught and I don’t plan to now”

He pulled out something and threw it to the ground the air filled with black smoke Virgil frustrated turned into a tornado and whirled the smoke away.  But the Villain was gone he sighed frustrated.

“One day Dark Heart you won’t be so lucky and i’ll catch you”

Alex suddenly teleported behind him

“Hey! Are we going home or are you just gonna sit here?”

Virgil whirled around smiling

“Wasn’t aware you needed a babysitter”

“Yeah? Well I wasn’t aware you were as slow as a turtle”

“I take that as a compliment turtles can be very fast”

“Yeah? Okay Logic...can we just go home so I can see my friends and you can go back to knitting that ugly sweater?”

Virgil glared at him

“I’m doing awesome and if you keep saying that you’ll be running away from a tornado”

Alex smirked

“Go ahead I could use a challenge”

“Alright you ask for it”

The two jumped off the roof  and Alex ran as Virgil became a swirling tornado he ran and ran but Virgil was hot on his heels he was so close to home but it wasn’t likely he’d make it he never did he always ran a little too slowly Virgil swept him up in a whirling chaotic disaster.

“WHOA!”

Virgil stopped catching the dizzy teen in his arms who groaned.

“Your gonna make me the sickest sidekick at headquarters if you keep spinning me like that”

Virgil tsked

“That’s your fault”

Shadow glared at him then teleported them to headquarters he got out of his partner in justice’s arms and shoved him.

“Your a jerk”

He walked away and Virgil sighed.

“Angry teen? I think not”

“Give him some credit Virgil he does more than you do most nights”

“Lo, I give him plenty of credit he’s just mad that I keep catching him he keeps thinking he has to prove himself so he can go take down Dark Heart but I've made it clear i’m not allowing him to do that”

Lógica tsked as he went over to his desk.

“Oh mi Amigo he is not angry at you because you keep catching him he is angry at you because a certain hero’s sidekick gets more chances to fight the villain then he does”

The dark hero gave the Spanish hero a confused look

“Pardon Lo? Run that by me again”

Lógica sighed

“It’s better if I show you, Invisigirl run clip four hundred fifty please”

“My name is Piper and yours is Logan but fine since you're obviously too lazy”

She typed a few keys and pulled up a clip of a battle between Dark Heart and Prince Lightening. Then went  to the projector and turned it on. It clicked to life playing the video

“Halt Villain you will not escape me and my sidekick again”

Growled Prince Lightening, Luck Charm his faithful sidekick stood beside him with the same determined look Virgil looked annoyed.

“I don’t see the point Lo...it’s just another dumb video of Prince doofus and his dumb sidekick”

Lo laughed.

“Prince Doofus i’ll agree with...but dumb sidekick I think not watch this”

He sped up the fight between Dark heart and Prince Lightening, to where Dark Heart was trying to escape.

“Luck! He’s getting away”

Luck nodded

“Not on my watch”

He ran after Dark Heart jumping the building he was keeping a good run Luck jumped and pulled off a twist tackle jumping in the air and managing to tackle Dark Heart he hit the ground and Luck pinned Dark Heart’s arms to his back in a police arrest format

“YES! GOOD JOB LUCK CHARM!”  

Luck smiled as Prince Lightening flew over. He picked up the villain and put him in a special type of handcuffs. He ruffled Luck’s hair and smiled.

“Good job my faithful sidekick we finally have are villain i’ll award you tomorrow okay”

Luck smiled but Virgil could see the kid wasn’t happy

“Ugh that joker doesn’t appreciate his sidekick...if it weren’t for Luck the guy would have…”

Logan put a finger up he turned the volume up. “News reports they’ve finally caught Dark Heart once and for all thanks to Prince Lightening and his sidekick do you have any inspiring words for our viewers?”

Asked a bubbly reporter with a smile on her face.

“Ah, yes ladies and gentleman, boys and girls if you try your very hardest your dreams will come true…right luck?”

Luck nodded smiling at the camera

“Yeah guys you don’t need powers to accomplish dreams go do something for yourself and great things will come from it”

Suddenly someone shouted in the background

“BULLSHIT!”

The camera whirled to face Dark Heart who wasn’t in cuffs at all but standing on the building

“Har de har har you idiots did you think it would be that easy?”

He laughed at all the shocked faces and continued.

“Who you have in handcuffs? My sidekick Manipulation”

the camera turned as the villain shape shifted into a mouse and then into a boy in an orange villain costume he winked at the camera then turned into a bird and flew up to the building he landed next to the true Dark Heart and shape shifted back to normal.

“I knew that was too easy...after all you’d never let us catch you that quickly”

Spat Luck angrily. Dark Heart grinned at Luck Charm

“It was? Aw, that’s unfortunate I really wanted to make you believe you had done a good job”

“Yeah? Well I don’t want your damn pity or your charity act when we catch you for real you’ll regret thinking I couldn’t do these things I promise”

Dark Heart laughed

“Oh you silly silly boy I don’t think that at all! In fact I think your fantastic at your job and you could make an excellent Hero...on your own”

Luck Charm looked surprised

“W-what?”

“Aw, Lucky your so naive he’s holding you back, taking credits for your actions, using you the way stereotypical heroes always use their sidekicks”

Prince Lightening put a hand on Luck’s shoulder and squeezed lightly.

“Don’t listen to him he’s playing your emotions”

Luck nodded then grinned at Dark Heart

“That’s funny because I don’t feel that way but you Know Manipulation i would take Dark Heart’s words into careful consideration because I think he might be using you”

Manipulation laughed

“I didn’t know you were this funny Luck i’ll enjoy my time fighting against you”

Dark Heart’s Grin disappeared.

“Oh and to all of you let this be a warning rely on others you will fall hard but rely on yourself and maybe just maybe you’ll get somewhere because here’s what I predict in your future Prince Lightening a fallout with your partner in Justice and the Death...of yourself”

With that the two vanished in a puff of Black smoke and people went right back to asking questions. Logan turned it off and Virgil sighed.

“If i’m honest? I don’t see where your coming from this just makes me not wanna let Alex fight even more and it makes me wanna slap both Prince Doofus and the stereotypical villain cross the face just because DH is right the kid is being hold back but he ain’t strong enough to fight on his own”  

Logan smirked

“Hmm perhaps if you let Alex fight with Luck he’d get the action he wants and Luck would get the courage he needs”

Virgil glared at him.

“Heck no! People know Luck exist they don’t know Shadow does i’d like to keep it that way”

Alex came down in his street clothes

“Heading out”

“Fine be back soon okay?”

“Will do DK, Pipes! You coming?”

Piper reappeared and stopped floating landing lightly on the floor.

“Yep”

The two left, leaving the two heroes behind.

“Luka should be here soon…”

Alex muttered as he stirred his ice tea listening to the ice clink together.

“HEY! Sorry i’m late uh…”

Luka quickly sat down and whispered.

“Hero work you know?”

Piper rolled her eyes.

“We know we saw it “Logan” loves keeping an eye on you he thinks you're smart”

Luka sighed.

“I disagree i’m a complete idiot I knew that take down was too easy but I went along with it I should have said something sooner”

Alex glared at him

“You are not an idiot! You were doing your job L, I give you props  for even having the guts to take him down because neither of us would have”

Luka sighed.

“I had to...sir sing a lot would have complained about it all morning if I hadn’t”

Piper scoffed

“Virgil is right...he is a doofus why did he even let you be his sidekick?”

“He needed the publicity? I dunno he literally showed up at the orphanage and said and I quote “which one of these Lucky children will come with me?” I about fell over when he pointed at me”

Alex paused

“Wait a freaking minute you said he never adopted you the last time we talked about this so what happened?”

Luka sighed.

“Your right he didn’t he says he’s still trying to figure things out I think he’s just making excuses”

Piper sipped her drink.

“Agreed he is obviously avoiding the subject”

“Can we talk about something else you two I mean seriously someone could hear us”

“Fine, Mr. Baker can we order now?”

Mr. Baker came over smiling happily he was like a big ball of sunshine always perky and happy.

“Sure kiddos! What’ll it be?”

Luka sighed

“White hot chocolate please”

“Another ice tea Mr. Baker”

“Coffee I am tired”

Mr. Baker grinned

“Don’t you sweat it kiddos i’ll be right back”

He left then came back a few minutes after he gave a black coffee to Alex with a dark chocolate cookie, a white hot chocolate with a little plate of macaroons and Piper a green apple and ice tea they smiled.

“Thanks Mr. Baker”

They chimed in unison. He laughed

“Enjoy it kiddos”

He left and Alex sighed

“Gosh he’s a really cool guy but it’ll suck when he has to close this place”

“What do you mean?”

“Someone said he’s running out of money he isn’t getting paid enough and it’s because of Dark Heart robbing all those damn banks”

“That’s horrible”

Luka heard his phone ring he checked it.

“Damn it Princey needs me sorry guys”

He quickly left the two who sighed

“Now what do we do?”

“Go home I guess?”

Piper nodded and the two stood up and started the long tread back to base.

[bgn846]

FFXV Fic - Blue Skies

Nyx finds out how enlightening it can be going on a picnic with his girlfriend's uptight brother.

A fic I did for the Final Fantasy XV White Day Exchange      

Here is the link for AO3 if you prefer. 

Luna looked practically divine stretched out on the blanket that was spread on the grass.  The wind picked up for a brief moment moving her hair in a gentle sweeping motion causing Nyx to smile.   He loved that she was finally relaxing after a long day.

Not everyone was comfortable taking naps in front of other people.  Granted it was just him and Ravus but Luna still looked amazing.  Unlike a certain someone they both knew who would nap away with their face smashed into a pillow complete with a line of drool.  Noctis would always deny he did this but they’d all seen it at one point or another. The royal had a penchant for taking naps and it didn’t matter where he was either.

Saving the world saps your energy for sure, Nyx had seen as much with Luna.  It’d been nearly a year since all the daemons and Ardyn had been cast away.  Peace was finally the only thing rampant throughout the world instead of the scourge.   Enjoying a picnic a year earlier would have seemed like a ludicrous idea but here they were soaking up the sun and being lazy.

Even Umbra and Pryna were flaked out beside Luna.  Umbra was on his back with all four legs up in the air.  Nyx assumed running around a giant field chasing them earlier had done the trick.  Pryna looked a little more dignified and was snoring lightly.

Nyx was seriously debating about lying down next to Luna but he could already hear Ravus whining in the back of his head.  He needed to loosen up, they’d been dating nearly two years but that didn’t stop her big brother from being a total bummer sometimes.  

“Oh just do it already.” Ravus sighed from the corner of the blanket he was sitting cross legged on.

“Why so you can gripe about it in the background.  No thanks, I’ll keep my cuddling efforts private.” Nyx huffed.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

Nyx was confused now, what the heck was he going on about. “You’ll have to elaborate there for me I’m not following.”

“I know you have a ring for her, I’ve seen the box.  Why haven’t you asked yet?  You’ve had that box for nearly two months now.” Ravus asked with a serious face.  “Do you not think my sister will make you happy?”

Nyx was stunned, the last thing he was expecting was for Ravus to be questioning him about his future plans with Luna.  Finally his thoughts ordered themselves in some semblance and he responded.  “Ravus I love Luna with all my heart and she’s already made me the happiest man alive.  Honestly I haven’t asked her yet because I couldn’t figure out how to get your permission first.  You can be a bit of a tool sometimes.” He finished with a smug look.

“Hmmphff, I hadn’t considered that.” He huffed.  “Well then ask me.”

“What so you can say no!” Nyx whined.  

“So If I honestly told you no you would stop dating my sister?” Ravus asked with a look of shock.

“Um – not quite but it would seriously put a damper on my future plans.”

“I repeat again, ask me.”

Taking a deep breath Nyx sat up a little straighter from where he was sprawled on the blanket.  “Ravus, I would very much like to marry your sister and take care of her for as long as I live.  I would be eternally grateful if you were to give your blessing to our union.”  The glaive finished with a somewhat shy look.  Ravus was correct and if he said no Nyx would still be with Luna but it would change the vibe, that wasn’t something he wanted to have happen.

Ravus took nearly a minute to respond he was clearly enjoying torturing Nyx with the delay.  “I’ll have you know that if you ever make my sister unhappy I will personally come find you and destroy you.”  Pausing for effect more than anything he finally continued.  “I will however grant you my blessing.  Though I am loath to admit it I believe Luna truly does love you.”

The squeal that erupted from behind Nyx caused him to flinch and yell out loud.  Luna shot straight up from where she had supposedly been napping with the biggest smile Nyx had ever seen on her shining face.

“Do you mean it Ravus?” She asked while waving her hands around like a little girl.  “You have to walk me down the aisle and I will want to dance with you as well.  Oh please tell me you are being serious!” Luna pleaded.

Umbra was up and barking since Luna was so excited.   Pryna lifted her head and after licking her chops decided that napping would be a better choice and promptly returned to that activity.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that Luna.  I want you to be happy as well.” Ravus added with a frown.  “If this glaive makes you feel that way then I will of course be more than willing to do as you ask.”

“Eeeee I’m getting married!” Luna breathed excitedly.

Nyx felt a little out of the loop as he sat and watched them discuss his proposal that hadn’t even happened yet.  Surprisingly it was Ravus who held his hand up and motioned to Nyx. “I believe you may be getting ahead yourself Luna.  I think Nyx has to ask you something first.”

Luna closed her mouth so quickly her teeth clicked.  Nyx would swear later when he retold the story to all his friends that Luna was actually vibrating in place with anticipation. Taking a deep breath he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a small blue velvet covered box.  It only took a moment to reposition himself on one knee in front of the oracle.  She was wide eyed and shaking slightly.  “Luna, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?  Will you marry me?” He asked with a calm voice.        

“Yes!  Of course I accept!” Luna squealed as Nyx took her hand and placed the ring on her finger.  The second the ring was in place Luna threw her arms around his neck and started kissing his face.  “I can’t believe this is happening to me right now.” She breathed in between kisses.

“Get a room.” Ravus added dryly but his smile betrayed his true feelings.  “Perhaps when you are both done sucking face we could eat the food we brought.  This was supposed to be a picnic wasn’t it?”

“I might need a nap first!” Nyx exclaimed. “You two and your antics wore me out!”  For the first time in the history of Eos Nyx witnessed Ravus and Luna laughing at the same time.  They both honest to gods giggled and it was almost too much to bear.  

Ravus took pity on him and stopped teasing them.  He instead began setting up the food as they came down off their high.   Soon enough the three were silently munching away on cute sandwiches and chips.  Luna perked up after a few minutes with a devious look in her eyes.  “I think I know who would make the perfect ring bearer.”

“No.” Ravus cut in.  “That is silly.”

“What is? What are you two talking about?” Nyx asked trying to catch up.

“Oh come on it would be so cute.” Luna trilled.

“Who are you talking about?” Nyx asked again.

“Umbra obviously.” Luna offered like it was the most normal thing on the planet.

“What if he decides to time hop while walking down the aisle?” Nyx asked horrified.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud babe; Umbra wouldn’t do that to us.  Right?” She asked while looking at the dog in question.  Umbra simply barked and wagged his tail.

“Ravus help me.” Nyx pleaded with a small smile.  “Isn’t that what brother in laws do?”

Ravus to his credit did try and talk his sister out the idea but in the end Luna had only added Pryna to the mix.  Claiming two dogs were better than one so both men gave up and decided to take a nap instead.

Lying on the blanket and staring at the clouds going by Nyx couldn’t wait until the big day.  He was so happy that Ravus had given them their blessing and that Luna had said yes!   Now the only thing left to ponder was whether their magical ring bearing dogs would be coming on the honeymoon.  

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Title: Toy Soldiers Pairing: Reiner Braun x Female Reader Warnings: None, I don’t think. Summary: “Of course I remembered.” You said with a shrug, pleased that he seemed so thrilled with such a small token of your love for him. “My warrior boy.”  Notes: Old, Unbeta’d.

You hear the low hum of the TV from the living room as you close the door behind you, so you don’t call out his name and instead turn right and push the door open. Sure enough, yes, the TV is on low in the background but he isn’t watching it or paying any attention to it. Reiner has his eyes closed, looking peaceful as he naps on the couch. Actually, it’s really, really cute and it isn’t that often that you find your handsome, well-built boyfriend cute. Handsome? Yes. Hot? Absolutely. Sexy? Hell yeah, but it isn’t often you could use the word ‘cute’ to describe him. You can’t help yourself, you pull out your iPhone and snap a picture so you can ‘awww’ over it as often as you want to, but it doesn’t disturb him, his eyes remain closed. Part of you wants to leave him there to rest, because you know he’s going on a business trip tomorrow and you don’t know how much rest he’ll be getting on that. The selfish part of you, however, wants to wake him so that you can spend as much time with him as you possibly can before you go without seeing him for a few days and you’ve spent part of the afternoon out shopping with your friends Christa and Sasha to give him some space to get sorted and pack afterall…

It’s the selfish part that wins out. You drop the shopping bags onto the couch next to him and lean in to press your lips gently against his.

“Hmmm?” Reiner’s eyes flutter open and you pull away, giggling at the adorable expression on his face. “Oh, you’re home. I guess I fell asleep.” Another yawn, you feel kind of bad for waking him up. “How was shopping?” he asks as he casts a look at the bags on the sofa. “…Doesn’t seem like it was as successful as usual.” He opens his arms out to you and slide into his lap, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

“It was okay.” You shrug. “We didn’t really do that much or go as many places as normal, Sasha had to pee and eat every ten minutes or so and so we ended up cutting it short.” You won’t admit it, but it was your idea to cut it short, partly because you wanted Sasha to go home and rest, but mostly because you wanted to go home and spend time with Reiner. “I love her, I really do, but I’ll be so glad when this baby is out of her. I didn’t know it was humanly possible to need the bathroom so often.”

“You say that now…” Reiner chuckles. “But at the end of it you’ll just have a baby with you when you all go out and instead of just feeding Sasha, you’ll be stopping even more often so that she can feed and change the baby too. Unless she’s going to leave it at home with Connie in which case…”

“Don’t!” You laugh at the expression on his face as you scold him. “He’s going to be the greatest Dad ever, infact, I believe you were the one to tell him that when he was complaining about how nervous he was.” Reiner just laughs and you open your mouth to speak again, as you remember the dumb little gift you have nestled in among the bags you’d bought home with you. “Oh! I got you something.”

It had been Christa who’d dragged you and Sasha into the little toy store so that she could purchase yet another gift for Baby Braus-Springer (who still wouldn’t be arriving for two months and you swore, already owned more possessions that you did, mainly thanks to Christa) and as soon as you’d laid eyes on the little box, you’d had to purchase it for him. You’d remembered right back to the beginning of your relationship, when you were still in the stage of needing to know every tiny detail about each other’s lives and pasts. You’d been lying in bed, having a discussion about childhood and growing up and nostalgia in general and he’d told you how much he’d loved them. That had stuck with you. You leaned over to search for the little bag and presented it to him. You knew it was kind of lame, but you were sure he’d love it and appreciate that you’d remembered.

You pushed the bags to the side and climbed off his lap so that he could examine it. “For me? You shouldn’t have?” He laughed and his eyes lit up as he saw the box nestled inside the bag. He pulled out the little box of toy soldiers and leaned in to press his lips to yours. “I can’t believe you actually remembered about this.” He told you fondly, opening the box and pulling out one of the green, plastic figures that were inside. “I love these things.”

“Of course I remembered.” You said with a shrug, pleased that he seemed so thrilled with such a small token of your love for him. “My warrior boy.”

Reiner doesn’t speak again, just takes each soldier out of the box, taking his time to examine each one in each pose.

Sunlight streams in through the window and you open your eyes groggily. Wait, what? Why was it light outside? Your alarm didn’t go off, why didn’t your alarm go of? You’d told Reiner that you wanted to be awake to say goodbye before he left, you weren’t going to see each other for a few days after all. You groaned in frustration as your eyes focused enough to look at the clock, post-it note stuck to it. You pulled it off, taking in a sharp intake of breath when you realized that you’d wanted to awaken four hours previously and looked down at the note. “Didn’t want you to wake, you looked so peaceful. I’ll call you when we land, love you – Reiner.” You read aloud and cursed under your breath. You appreciated the sentiment, you really did but you’d really wanted to see him before he’d left.

You stretched, throwing the comforter off your body and turned to face his empty side of the bed. Something green caught your eye and you frowned, reaching out and retrieving the small, toy soldier that had invaded your bed. For a second, you entertained the idea that maybe they were sentient like the toys in Toy Story, until you embarrassedly realized that it was more likely that Reiner had left it there.

Why though?

You put the little solider down on your bedside table and yawned, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. You threw your pj’s into the laundry basket and stepped in, allowing the water to beat down onto your tired body and wake you up a little. You slid out, dried yourself off a little and walked back into your bedroom to dress and dry your hair. You came back into the bathroom after though and opened the cupboard above the sink to grab your toothpaste.

There was another of the little plastic soldiers sitting behind it.

No. Seriously. What?

You frowned at it as you brushed your teeth. What exactly was going on here? Was Reiner leaving these around for some reason or had you accidentally awoken in a Pixar movie? You shook it off, assuming that it was down to Reiner like playing about with them and forgetting where he’d put them while he was getting ready to leave. You washed your mouth out, put the toothpaste back into the cupboard and headed down the stairs into the kitchen.

Coffee. You needed coffee. And cereal. But coffee first. You filled the coffee maker, hitting the button so that it would spring to life while you dealt with sorting out what you were going to eat for breakfast. You couldn’t help but groan and roll your eyes as you saw yet another one of the green plastic toys sitting on top of the container of sugar by the coffee maker. Okay, you could understand he maybe forgetting and leaving two of them around, but this one seemed to have been carefully positioned.

You walked over to the cupboard to deal with the cereal, shaking your head in confusion and… oh look, yeah, sure enough, sitting in the cupboard where most of the food was stored on the shelf above the cereal was yet another one of those green plastic men. For serious, maybe you shouldn’t have made that purchase because those toys seemed to have made your boyfriend transition back into a child, he was literally leaving them everywhere.

You prepared your cereal and then finished the cup of coffee, bemused by what the heck was going on all the while and planning on bringing it up to Reiner as soon as he called, because this behaviour was a little weird to you. You walked into the living room, planning on spending the rest of your Sunday morning watching catching up on the stuff you’d recorded to the TiVo box during the week, while surfing the internet, afterall there was nobody home with you to judge you on being unproductive (though to be fair, Reiner would never do that anyway). And oh, of course, on the coffee table you’d gone to set you cup and bowl down on was yet another one of the green plastic toys. Just… why?

You shook your head to yourself and flicked on the TV, opened your laptop and let yourself get immersed in your distractions. You hardly noticed that two hours had passed since you began your little TV marathon and ASOS surfing, but the ringing of your phone alerted you to your lost hours. Reiner. He must have landed. You picked up the phone, happy to be able to hear his voice. “Hello?”

“Hey!” Reiner’s voice was far too perky for a Sunday morning, but then again he had been awake since five and had probably drank like… a whole lot of coffee in that time. Or he’d napped on the plane. “We landed, we’re here in one piece.”

“I’m glad.” You replied with a smile. “Even if I’m a little mad at you for not letting me wake up this morning.”

Reiner chuckled. “You’re not really mad are you? You just looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to ruin you.”

“Maybe just a little.” You replied, asking how his flight had been and making small talk about the meetings he was going to have to attend. You reached out to pick the cup of half-drunk coffee on the table in front of you. It had long, long since gone cold but hey, going and getting another cup involved moving and it was Sunday, you could be as lazy as you wanted. You took a sip, pulling a face and listened to what Reiner was telling you about his conference as he waited for his cab to the hotel they’d be staying at, when you caught sight of the shaped green plastic on the table out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, Reiner?” You cut him off. “What’s with your soldiers being, you know, everywhere they shouldn’t be?”  

Reiner went silent for a second on the other end of the phone and then laughed. “You’ve found them then?”

“Well… they weren’t exactly hidden. You put them…” Realization washed over you. “You basically put them where you knew I’d see them.”

Reiner laughed again. “No, I put them where they’d see you. You know, so that I know something’s looking out for you while I’m gone.”

Your slight frustration at them being littered about the place immediately dispersed. You were so wrong when you’d thought that cute wasn’t the right word to use to describe your boyfriend. Because that was absolutely the cutest thing you’d heard this past weekend, including all the talk about Sasha’s baby.

No. Cute was definitely the right word to describe him.

Really fucking cute.

[saracen-panic]

Workout

Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluff / smut, idk it always starts with fluff and then smut knocks on your door and you just have to let it in idk idk idk

Word Count: 3k what the heck

Summary: Well, you have a hard time moving and Mark tries to be helpful?

Author’s Note: Damn Mark was my first bias when they debuted and they were like babies back then, and now he’s just being rude

Thank god it was Friday. You don’t think you’d be able to go to work tomorrow after what happened today.

The muscles in your arms were practically screaming for you to stop making so much movements. If your body had a mind of its own, it would have just dropped dead at your front door before you could even think about heading for your bed. It’s a good thing it doesn’t though because you’re not spending the Friday night on a cold floor.

You kicked your heels off and dumped your bag on the kitchen table along with your earphones, wristwatch, and glasses. Your put on your Spotify playlist on your phone’s loudspeaker, (shakily) tied up your hair in a messy bun and quickly stripped your clothes off before going in the toilet.

You planned on taking a hot bath instead, but with basically your entire body aching, you wouldn’t want to risk the chance of drowning in your own tub and make an embarrassment of yourself after you’ve died.

You took a quick hot shower and though the muscle above your chest made a real fuss when you tried to wrap your towel around yourself, you exited to your room and just lied down under the fan with your back on your bed, untying your hair which was a bit sweaty.

It was only a bit after 5PM and you just wanted to sleep off the pain. As you were about to doze off, your phone went off. You would’ve ignored it but there was only person you set that ringtone to and you weren’t going to miss it for the world.

You picked it up and put it on speaker. You groaned instead of saying ‘hello’.

“Babe? You there?”

“Yeah” you croaked.

“You okay, princess?” Mark asked softly. Not soft enough apparently because you hear Jackson, Bambam and Yugyeom going off on ‘princess’ at the background, teasing Mark to death. You also hear Jaebum telling them to shut it, but even that wasn’t enough.

You laughed in response. GOT7’s currently having their comeback so it’s that time again where you’d be spending less time with your boyfriend but it’s not something you’re not used to. You do miss the boys though.

“I’m okay, just tired. What’s up?” you asked.

“You sure? I mean I’m planning on coming over anyway so I’ll see how you’re doing” he went on.

“Wait what?” you mumbled.

“Ah yeah, Music Bank is cancelled and the manager-hyung gave us the day off until tomorrow morning before Music Core. We’re just about to leave the dressing room. I’m coming over okay. Need anything?”

“Just you” you groaned, because you moved, well, tried to move, your hand to reach for your phone.

As if the people in the background knew what you were talking about, you heard Jackson screaming at the top of his lungs and Bambam and Yugyeom going “why why why” and you just knew Jackson was eavesdropping on the conversation, placing his ear at the other side of Mark’s phone.

You could also just imagine the scene unfolding in front of Mark because of that misunderstanding: Jackson being the gossip king that he is and spilling everything he heard and the maknae line just going “woo ooo ohh” and “gET IT MARK” all over the room and completely reading the context wrong.

You heard Mark grumble at the other end of the line and you tried to hold your laughter because laughing actually hurts your abdomen so you just smiled really wide instead.

“I’ll tell you all about it when you come over, okay?” you assured him. “Is everyone else coming over too?”

“Oh hell no. I’m not bringing these guys,” he said out loud, just to sass the other boys in the room.

“WHAT WHYYY” you heard Bambam whining.

“We want to see the sister-in-law too,” Jackson said. “You alwAYS HOG HER TO YOURSEL-” 

“She’s my girlfriend,” you heard Mark yelled back

“Mark-hyuuuuuung” Yugyeom continued.

“Y’all little shits keep going like this and I’ll block all of you on her phone.”

Jackson dramatically gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

Mark just stuck out his tongue.

You heard some shuffling from the other line and Jackson screaming “Don’t worry, sis! We’ll see you soon – Mark can’t keep you away from us long!!”

It got less noisy so you assumed Mark went out of the room to keep his sanity intact. He can only take the teasing (and Jackson) for so long. You heard him sigh.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“It’s alright. Tell them I miss them, okay” you caved in, and laugh. “Ow,”

“Now I really want to know what happened. Not a casual day at work?” he mused.

“Ugh it was casual, alright. A little too casual. Get here quick,” you whined.

Mark just laughed. “Okay, okay, just give me 15 minutes or so. Are you sure you don’t need anything else besides me?” he teased.

Almost on cue, your stomach grumbled. You groaned, eating is the last thing you wanted to do. Imagining all the energy you need to use just to feed yourself. But you’re not going to starve yourself no matter how tired you are.

“Can you uh, bring food? But like nothing too heavy. Imagine feeding a sick person,” you replied.

“Are you sick?” he started to worry.

“Nooo, but just imagine. I want something light” you said.

“Okay…” he said sceptically. “See you later.”

“Don’t worry about it too much. See you.”

***

About 20 minutes later you heard your front door open and Mark calling your name. “Room,” you managed to shout back.

“Baby, what happened?” he quickly sat down next to you.

Before you could answer, he leaned in and kissed you. Mark’s kisses are always soft and you can always feel how needy it is when he misses you. And you haven’t seen him in weeks, which made the kiss feel even more breath-taking. One of his hands went up to hold your face and almost automatically, your hand raised to touch his hand… until your triceps ache because it was stretched and you squeaked in shock.

Mark opened his eyes and slowly pull back, looking at you squeezing your eyes shut.

You shook you head and just groaned in response and told him to get your underwear and his black hoodie from your closet.

“Oh... so this was where it went,” you heard him mutter, not sure if you were supposed to hear that.

You managed to smile cheekily when he turned to you. All girlfriends steal their boyfriends’ hoodies. It’s almost nature.

“Okay just sit down for a bit. I’m stiff,” you said. “But I need you to help put them on for me later.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Not off?” he pouted.

“If I wasn’t in this condition I wouldn’t have asked you to take clothes for me, babe”

He sat down next to you, chuckling. “Tell me,” he started.

“Okay, last week was hell since it was the end of the month and you know banks go crazy at the end of the month trying to close off and balance the accounts and checking everything.”

“So, this week a little bit more relaxed, not to mention that today was Friday and more than half of the office was already playing around after lunch. The boss said to take today easy and we weren’t about to make him change his mind. You remember Minho? The gym enthusiast? I had a project with him earlier this year. I think I told you about it,” you said and he nodded, concentrating on your story.

You continued. “He came over to my table and I was with my other colleagues and he was like “Hey, you guys want to try this 7-minute full body workout?” and since I had no better things to do, I just went on with it – everyone at the table too since Minho was basically coaxing everyone and saying it was ‘just 7 minutes’. And so there we were, doing jumping jacks and squats and planking! Can you believe planking?! Halfway I thought I was going to pass out but I wasn’t about to lose to not holding on for 7 minutes, you know?” he laughed, taking a hint at where this was going already.

“It was like 30 seconds for every exercise and a 10-second break but what the fuck, I was just about ready to throw up after 3 minutes. What really did it was the triceps dip, push-up, and lunges combo. Everyone was basically dry heaving at this point and cursing and Minho was just laughing his ass off. So here I am, regretting my life decisions sometimes.”

You closed your eyes, trying to forget the pain when it happened. Mark looked like he was holding his laugh big time. “It’s okay. You can laugh. My lazy ass deserves this,” you said, defeated. And he went off. This boy had a really contagious laugh too so you found yourself somewhat laughing along with him.

His hand went to hold yours after he was done, tears in his eyes from laughing too much. “I really thought you got sick or something, but I didn’t expect this. Where does it hurt?” he asked, lightly squeezing up your arms.

“Everywhere. It was a full body exercise, Mark. It’s basically as bad as the first time we had sex. I’m aching everywhere. Well, except down there but you get the idea.”

You thought you saw the look in his eyes slightly darkened but he laughed and gave you an empathetic smile. “That bad?”

You whimpered.

“There, there,” he said, patting your head. “Let’s put some clothes on you.”

You slowly sat up. Mark held out the hoodie over your head and helped pull your arms into the sleeves. You pulled the hoodie down to your thighs since it was oversize on you and fell back down on the bed.

Mark was nice enough to pull the towel off you and let it spread on the bed. He went back to putting on your underwear.

His hand touched your calf to lift it up and you moaned, not sure if it was reflex or because you felt a muscle pull at your thigh. Maybe both. Mark looked at you and you knew he was confused on how to react, but he went on to the other leg and did the same. It’s halfway up your legs now and you tried really hard not to make any weird sound.

Until his hand touched your inner thigh and even you were confused on how to react when you let out a breathy moan. It felt good but it also hurt.

“I didn’t know this was going to be hotter than taking them off, baby girl,” he said, voice sounding a bit strangled. He was kneeling in between your legs now. His brows strained and his eyes dark.

And then his hands were at your hips and he had no idea what he was doing anymore. He let out a breathy “Can I?” and you found yourself nodding.

His thumb was on your clit and you exhaled, as if you’ve been holding in your breath the entire time. He was slowly going in circular motions when you mewled. You could feel his finger was trembling, trying to hold back. He let himself palm you and you almost jerked.

“So wet for me, princess. Even when you’re in pain,” he smiled apologetically at you. “Sorry,” he whispered. You moaned his name, hoping he’d get that it’s okay.

You did miss him. What’s one more place to ache, anyway? You laughed at yourself. Sadist.

Mark slid one finger in to you, going at a slow pace. When he felt you loosening up, he inserted another finger and pumped in and out of you, going a bit faster.

You were a panting mess by then, cursing and moaning. You know he doesn’t want to hurt you, considering the condition you were in but going at this pace was torture so you bucked your hips, knowing your sorry ass is in pain.

“Even in this state, you have the energy to be needy,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, well, my energy’s running out and I’m spending it on this,” you growled, impatient.

He curled his fingers inside you and your breath hitched. He continued thrusting in and out of you, looking a bit of a mess too. He went faster and you felt his fingers hit that spot and your walls automatically clenched down on his fingers.

He groaned, knowing what that means. “Shit. Tell me, baby. How does it feel?” His hand went your stomach and slowly snaked it way up to your breast, kneading on your nipple.

“Good, s-so good” you whispered. Trying to hold it out a bit longer, you started breathing in and out, and focusing on something else, anything else. But with Mark slowly becoming undone right in front of you and the small wet patch on his sweatpants, it didn’t do much to help. Sweat was slowly appearing on his forehead, his hair was still styled nicely from the performance, and he’s biting his lower lip to get a grip of himself but it’s doing things to your imagination.

You tightened on his fingers again when he kept hitting that spot and a knot was forming in your stomach. “Close. Really close,” you managed to choke out along with some profanities and his name and you heard Mark mumbled “fuck” and sped his fingers.

When you can’t hold it in anymore and you’re talking but you don’t know what came out your mouth, you heard him say, “Be a good girl and cum for me. Show me how I made you feel.”

“A-h shit, shit… holy fuck” you screamed as you felt him thumb pressing on your clit again and felt the ache in your lower abdomen and thighs clenching and found yourself releasing on his fingers which were still pumping you. Your vision blurred and he kept going until you went down from your high, breathing returning to a normal pattern and you realised you’ve balled up your fist the entire time because it hurts to lift them but as you slowly loosen your grip, your hands were shaking.

Your eyes slowly coming to focus with what just happened. Mark licked his fingers and you whimpered, clearly seeing it.

He quickly pulled your underwear up your waist before he loses himself again. He slowly dragged away the towel beneath you and quickly ran off to put it in the laundry and also took the extra boxers he left to use whenever he’s sleeping over and pulled it over your underwear.

He came up to your face and kissed you, smiling.

“Okay, just to be clear, I didn’t come here planning to do that. I thought we were just going to cuddle and fall asleep a-and it’s just- you were just-“ he sputtered.

You laughed and pushed him up (wincing in the process) so you were both sitting. You leaned forward, lightly pecked his lips. “It’s okay, I got lost in it too. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, holding your hands in his and looking into your eyes.

“What are we going to do about you, though?” you chuckled, and pressed your palm on the persistent tent in his sweatpants.

“Huh? What –“ and his eyes widen when you did that and he struggled to breathe out. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll go away later –“

“But you didn’t –“

“It’s okay,” he pressed. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I’m going to take a shower now and then change before you make a fuss out of this. We’re going to eat and I’m going to cuddle you to sleep.”

It doesn’t make you feel any better but you stopped prodding him. He got up to the bathroom and cheekily winked at you before closing the door. You just shook your head and slowly got off your bed, trying to learn to walk again.

Again, you felt every part of you telling you to get back to bed but not moving would probably make it worse tomorrow morning. You tried stretching a bit and it’s already got you sweating again. You decided just to go see what Mark brought for dinner.

Bibimbap and black bean noodles in one plastic bag… hmm that’s probably his since you don’t eat that much and… fishball soup with noodles! Truly the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.

You didn’t realise you used this much muscle to pull a chair. When you sat down, you felt Mark kissed the top of your head and sat down next to you. “Is that enough?” he asked.

“Yeah I don’t plan on eating much. I was already so tired and then thanks to someone I’m even more tired. Now I can definitely say it hurts everywhere.” You pouted.

He happily kissed away your pout. Mmm… you took in his scent and sighed in content. Mark always smells comforting.

Later, both of you spent the night on the couch, huddled together with you leaning onto his body, fingers lazily playing together, and catching up.

As it reached midnight, you were definitely getting sleepy. You were already sleepy before but Mark was going on about the funny things that happened preparing for the comeback and you couldn’t just fall asleep on him. He doesn’t talk a lot so you’re not going to ruin it when he does.

When you noticed he yawned, you yawned too and hugged into him, closing your eyes. He lifted you and carried you to your room. He laid down next to you and you turned to hug him. He kissed your head again and draped his free hand over your shoulder, softly rubbing his thumb to get you to fall asleep.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[ask-svt-hearteu]

upset friend! Seventeen

requested by anon: “Hi!! can i request a scenario where you’re svt’s best friend, like they treat you as a younger sister and they’re super protective of you. how would they react when you went over to their dorm crying or upset. its a little similar to how they react to their gf being scared you previously did, but as a younger sis pov or smtg? tysm!”

a/n: i hope this isn’t late, i did it it bullet points because you requested scenario, i hope that’s okay

Seungcheol

you wrap yourself in your in your sweater tighter

the door swings open with Seungcheol looking at you worriedly 

he pulls you in and gives you quicky, tight hug

“what happened?? are you okay??”

you emotionally explain to him how you got into a fight with your boyfriend and well, now ex boyfriend

“what the hell, do you want me to beat the kid up?” 

you can tell by his facial expression how pissed he is

you reassure him you're fine

“you're not fine, you're crying” 

you reach up and touch your undereyes, realizing it was damp

wiping your tears away, he smiles softly

“come on, i’ll make mingyu make you ramen” 

laughing for the first time that night, you nod,

“that would be nice”

Jeonghan

“Jeonghan, are you at your dorm?” 

“hey are you okay? why do you sound like that??” 

“my friend kicked me out of her car, i’m like five minutes from your dorm, can i come over?” 

“well that’s not a really good friend, yeah of course” 

you thank him and he makes you stay on the phone with him until you get to the dorm

when you get there, he’s already standing there, and leads you in

“do you want to talk about it?” 

he asks you gently, letting you know you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to

by the time you get to the couch, you're in the middle of explaining how your friend got pissed off over how you wouldn’t “help” her do her paper and everything just escalated 

the entire time he’s listening to you and handing you tissues when you're feeling really emotional

“i’m here for you okay” 

you nod and end up cuddling into his side with his arm around you

the mood is lighter now and you can hear seventeen in the back

“you know i got a whole soccer team that can help us prank the girl or something” 

“the heck jeonghan, we aren’t tryna kill the girl”

Joshua

as the door gets slammed in your face, you try not explode in tears

but your body won’t agree and the tears just fall

after a couple minutes, you hear your phone ding

it’s from Joshua, who lives next door

“are you okay?? your door closed really loud”

you send a quick text about how you're fine and sorry if you disrupted anything

instead of another ding you get a call

you pick you and say hello, trying to slience your tears but it doesn’t work

“oh my gosh, are you okay?”

“n-no” 

so you tell him that you came back to your place to find your bf cheating on you, on your couch, at your place

“do you want to come over? maybe you should get out of there” 

you agree and he meets you at your door and walks you over

after settling you on the couch, and lets you make small talk to Seungkwan who’s trying to make you laugh

when Joshua comes back with a cup of tea, Seungkwan gets shooed away by another member

“i know you’ll get through this, i’ll be there however to help along the way” 

smiling softly, you take a sip of tea, calmer now

“i know”

Junhui

you hate the way you cry

you're definitely not one of those criers who cry angelically

nah you're a scrunched, red faced mess

like now, when you're furiously pacing, waiting for jun to open the door

“Y/N! oh my god, come here!”

he pulls you inside and engulfs you in a hug

“i dont like it when you cry” he says, 

his expression is sad while gently wiping your tears

you smile sadly and joke, “is it because i look ugly?”

“well…”

“yah!” 

you smack his arm lightly, knowing he’s just teasing

“you’re pretty when you're happy, and being happy is good”

“so i should try my best to be happy always?” you finish for him

he grins, “yup, that’s right”

you start giggling, any trace of crying  gone

except for the makeup, which he points out

“come on, we have makeup remover somewhere”

he wraps an arm around your shoulder in a brotherly way

looking down at you, he smiles

“you don’t have to talk about it now, okay? let’s just do something fun”

Soonyoung

‘SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG :’((((’

you're freaking out, on the verge of crying as you blow up his phone

‘WHAT WHAT WHATS WRONG!?!?!’

you tell him everything that’s going on 

‘actually I'm at your dorm right now, can you please open?’

‘OF COURSE’

seconds later you see soonyoung swings open the door, kinda looking like he just sprinted

he immediately bear hugs you

“everything is going to be okay’

you look up at him, tears threatening to fall

with everything that’s been going on, you don’t know

“how do you know?” you ask, your lip quivering

he pulls away slightly and holds you by your shoulders

looking into your eyes, he says

“because i know you're a strong person, something like this can’t bring you down”

Wonwoo

you start blowing up his phone

“WONWOO!!! how could you!! get out here :’‘((”

“you're outside??? what did i do?” 

“JUST GET OUT HERE :((”

you coming over was pretty common because you lived 2 minutes away

he comes out looking very worried and asks you what’s wrong

with tears in your eyes, you hand him back his book

“how could you do this to me?”

right away, his facial expression changes and he bursts out laughing

“wonwooooooo i’ve been crying for the past hour!!” shaking his head amused, he swings an arm around our shoulder

“how could you not tell me what happens” 

he looks amused, “what the heck? you hate spoilers!”

agreeing you nod, making him shake his head

“okay come on in, then we’ll watch something funny” 

looking up at him, you smile hopefully

“and order pizza?”

ruffling your hair, he laughs and replies

“sure sure”

Jihoon

taking a deep breathe you try to calm yourself

grabbing your phone, you dial his number

hearing his voice, even if it was just a ‘hello’ calmed you slightly

“are you busy right now?”

“no, we’re all just eating chicken what’s wrong, why’s your voice shaky”

after explaining quietly, and hearing him comforting you and some background noise on his side, 

you tell him you're outside

“okay that’s fine i promise, i’ll come out” 

meeting eye to eye he smiles softly 

“don’t let this stress you out too much okay”

”i don’t know, i really don’t know if i can forgive my mom this time”

he grabs your arms and holds them tightly

“look at me”

you look up at him, distress clearly all over your face

“what she did this time, that’s not okay, but is it worth ruining everything?” 

“no” you say, lowering your head

he pulls you in a hug, resting his head on your shoulder

after you pull away, you smile

“you're a really good friend jihoonie” 

“i know, now come in and eat chicken before the guys eat it all” 

Seokmin

“SEOKKK” you wail into your phone

“Y/NNN WHAT’S WRONGGG?”

after you finish explaining, you subconsciously sniffle 

"omo are you crying??? y/n where are you!!" 

“aniya, i just have allergies okay, i'll be at your dorm in a sec" 

he knows just as well as you, you don't have allergies 

"okay, i'll be waiting outside" 

soon enough, you reach him and he pulls you into a tight hug right away

flashing a small smile, he says, "we should go in!! its raining" 

he looks down at you, and his eyes twinkle and you know immediately what he's thinking 

"rain~~~~" you both sing,

him successfully making you laugh, he suddenly says "look!! your eyes are so red!!" 

you give him a blank stare, "i know ive been... sneezing" 

“noooo!!! it's because you've been blinded by the seokshine!!" 

amused, you say, "where?? its been raining" 

“but no matter how much it rains, the sun will always rise the next day" 

the both of you become silent, you stare into his eyes, and realize the meaning, his way of comforting 

wrapping your arms around him, you hear him make a surprised sound, before wrapping his arms around you too 

"you're not bad at giving advice seok" 

Mingyu

knocking in the door timidly, you back away and wait two seconds later

you hear someone clumsily open the door 

"mingyu." you say 

and all his eyes need is one look at yours to know something happened 

"i just need someone to talk to, even if it's for one minute, i don't want to intrude on anything" you say 

the moments in your sentence where your breathe catches, let's him know you've been crying 

"don't worry, some members are gone and some are just being lazy and waiting for me to make them ramen" 

"you sure?" 

when you come in, you force him to let you help him cook so you two are unwrapping the ramen packages 

"i know i'm not the best person to talk about things to, but i'm here for you" 

looking over at him, you nod with a small smile on your face 

"i just need to be in someone's presence right now" 

he nods understandingly and grins 

"and scarf down some ramen?" 

“um of courseee" 

 Minghao 

you can't breathe 

completely clueless in this situation, looking around you get some idea of where you are 

"m-minghao?" you say after dialing his number 

"huh? y/n? shouldn't you be sleeping?" 

"minghao i just, i'm really close to your dorm, do you think you could come outside and talk to me?" 

he answers with an ‘of course’ 

so when you reach there, you see him standing outside, a mug in hand

"drink this it's cold out" he hands it too you, which you accept gratefully 

then he takes a step forward to get a closer look at you 

"why are you dressed in clubbing clothes?? why is your neck kind of red?"

he quickly takes his jacket off and hands it to you 

putting it on, you duck your head and whimper 

"even if someone's drunk, that's not a good enough excuse right?" 

you feel his stare on you for what feels like forever 

then his hands cup your face and you can tell he's practically glaring at your neck 

"its no excuse. remember that no matter what. because you don't deserve this" 

you nod, and take a deep breathe 

“thank you a lot, for making me feel better" 

"you don't need to thank me, and stay away from this guy okay" 

you agree telling him you'll break up tomorrow 

as you get ready to leave, he grabs your arm and shakes his head 

"come inside and wait for a taxi at least, i'm not about to let my friend walk herself home" 

nodding slowly, you come in and greet the other members 

you and him both sit on the couch and he passes you a controller 

"play?" 

“yup,” you smile

Seungkwan

‘i’m crying.’ you type, and hit send

“what happened!?” he replies anxiously, with like a thousand question marks and exclamation points

‘i’m outside, come?” 

he reads it and doesn’t reply

but seconds later he’ll come outs the door with a nervous expression

“i was really debating whether to not to bother you but i need someone to talk too” 

“what do you even mean? you can tell me anything!” 

you spill all of it, everything that’s been going on

“aigoo” without anymore words, he pulls you into a hug

and unexpectedly, you start crying

patting your back he says, “let it all out okay”

sniffling, you joke, “i’m crying because you smell really bad” 

“yah! you liar” 

“i know i know” you laugh, even though your tears continue to fall

“come in, we can order something and eat our hearts out” 

meeting each others eyes, you give him a tiny smile,

“don’t hold back, we are gonna eat a lot” 

“definitely we’ll eat all the bad foods in the world. vegetables what?” 

“what are vegetables?” 

not even realizing your tears have stopped now, you both plan out all the food you're gonna order

Vernon

you try to silence your crying before picking up the phone

“vernon? i’m here” 

“ahh okay i’ll come open the door!” he says happily

he doesn’t realize anything yet

opening the door he says, “hey come i-”

his sentence stops short when he looks at your expression

“are you okay?” 

you respond by silently shaking your head

the two of you don't say anything

he just walks towards you and wraps his arms tightly around you

after many moments, with his arms still around you, you say

“standing out here is weird right?”

he nods, “let’s go in”

when the two of you walk in, you greet the members, but all of them notice something’s wrong

so they leave the two of you alone

“do you want to talk about it?” 

shaking your head you reply, “no i dont think i’m ready yet, can we just do something else?”

“yeah, you want to look at these lyrics” 

nodding your head, you smile at him

“thank you” 

smiling softly, he shakes his head

“it’s no problem”

Chan

you are really unsure of what to do

crying isn’t an option anymore, your eyes are tired of it

but if tears can go away, why can’t this feeling

‘i’m here’ you text chan

you already said your coming, but you didn’t tell him anything

“i’ll come open for you” he answers 

you wait, rocking your feet back and forth nervously

when he open the door, he says his regular greeting

but then stops short when he sees your face

“have you been crying?”

you open you mouth, ready to deny on reflex, but nod anyway

“i...we broke up” you say

and it feels weird, saying it for the time

he opens and closes his mouth in shook

“but... what, how?” 

you shake your head and spill everything

when you're done, he opens his mouth to say something but decides against it

instead he pulls you in for a hug

pulling back after, he simply looks at you and flashes a comforting smile

“you’ll get through this, we’re young okay?”

you nod, trusting him

“okay”

MASTERLIST

[jeffpackswasyes]

Answer them all

1. 3 Fears - open spaces, getting kidnapped and tortured, uhh spiders but spiders are kinda dope now

2. 3 Things I love - Music, girls, animals/nature

3. 2 Turn ons - Lip biting, being wanted in return

4. 2 Turn offs - Manipulative behavior, arrogance

5. My best friend - Regan for sure

6. Sexual Orientation - Straight

7. How tall am I? - Like 6ft tall

8. What do I miss right now - My friend Scott who moved away :(

9. Favorite color - Teal

10. Do I have a crush - I don’t think so

11. Favorite place - My apartment

12. What am I listening to right now? - Modest Mouse is on right now (The Lonesome Crowded West is a fantastic album) 

13. Shoe Size - 11

14. Eye Color - Green

15. Hair Color - idk is that like brown or blonde or what. dirty blonde maybe

16. Meaning behind my URL - Dumb pun that I would tell my friend Jeff every time Jetpacks Was Yes! came on

17. Favorite Song - Lmao there are way too many songs

18. Favorite Band - The Dear Hunter!!!

19. How I feel right now - Tired and lazy and mopey

20. Someone I love - my bff regan is an angel

21. My current relationship status - Single as heck

22. My relationship with my parents - My dad and I are on pretty good terms, don’t care for my mom

23. Favorite Season - Autumn of course

24. Tattoos and piercings I have - NONE cause I’m a broke bitch

25. Tattoos and piercings I want - I could go on and on about the tattoos I want all over my body but I’m not gonna do that here. I only want one piercing, a nose ring. 

26. The reasons I joined tumblr - There is cool shit on here and it’s good to browse when you are high 

27. Do I ever get good morning texts or good night texts? - sort of? I only text one person

28. Have I kissed the last person I texted? No but I’m workin on it

29. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Like 6 minutes

30. Have you shaved your legs in the past 3 days? - Nope

31. Where am I right now? - In my bedroom

32. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - When my roommate isn’t home I play my music loud af

33. Do I live with my mom and dad? - No

34. Am I excited for anything? - Damn, not really

35. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - Definitely 

36. How often do I wear a fake smile? - Often 

37. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Maybe Casey Crescenzo I really don’t know

38. What do I think about most? - Probably music

39. Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Definitely behind it

40. What was the last lie I told? - “Nah everything is cool dad” 

41. Do I prefer talking on the phone, or video chat? - Phone

42. Do I believe in ghosts? Aliens? - Aliens exist, and I’m convinced ghosts or some sort of spirit entity is out there

43. Do I believe in magic? - Somewhat yes actually, still on the fence about it

44. Do I believe in luck? - I like to think that the universe looks out for some people, whether or not that is “luck”, I’m not sure

45. What’s the weather like right now? - It’s like 85 degrees and sunny out

46. What was the last book I read? - I’m in the middle of Game of Thrones right now and yes, it is fantastic

47. Do I have any nicknames? - I go by James, my middle name so I guess that counts

48. Do I spend money or save it? - I need to be a little more careful with my money I spend so much

49. Can I touch my nose with a tounge? - I’m sure I can touch it with A tongue, but not my tongue

50. Favorite animal? - Damn this a tough one. A sloth? A bear? Deer? Mantis Shrimp? 

51. What was I doing last night at 12 am? Smoking and watching Bojack Horseman

52. What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Mr Blue Sky by ELO, no contest

53. What is my favorite word? - Honestly fuck this question 

54. My top 5 blogs on tumblr - They are all good I can’t rate them

55. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - uhh please stop killing each other 

56. Do I have any relatives in jail? - Nope not that I know of

57. What is my current desktop background? - Overwatch shit

58. Had sex? - Nope

59. Bought condoms? - Who needs em! /s

60. Gotten pregnant? - God I hope not

61. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - Yes

62. Had a job? - Yes

63. Smoked weed? - Too much, gotta chill on it 

64. Smoked cigarettes? - Yeah

65. Drank Alcohol? - Yes

66. Am I vegetarian/vegan? - Nope

67. Been overweight? - No I’m skinny af

68. Been underweight? - Definitely

69. Gotten my heart broken? - I wouldn’t classify it as heartbreak

70. Been to prom? - Nah, not my thing

71. Been in an airplane? - Nope :( 

72. Learned another language? - Not fluently

73. Wore make up? - I have not, but wouldn’t be opposed

74. Dyed my hair? - Yep, I really wanna die it again

75. Had a surgery? - Nope, I’ve had stitches though

76. Met someone famous? - Never

77. Stalked someone on social media? - Nope

78. Been fishing? - A couple of times

79. Been rejected by a crush? - I didn’t have a lot of crushes so no

80. What do I want for my birthday? - A livable income 

81. Do I like my handwriting? - Yeah, I don’t hate it I guess

82. Where do I want to live when I’m older? - Probably somewhere in Europe

83. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing something bad? - I got caught doing LSD a few years ago

84. What I’m really bad at? - I’m not the best with my words, bad writer and bad conversationalist

85. What my greatest achievements are - ...uhhh Sean and I wrote an album last summer and it was pretty dope but it never got rerecorded and released so does that even count

86. The meanest thing somebody has ever said to you? - I don’t remember off the top of my head

87. What I’d do if I won the lottery - Go visit Regan and get us out of our shitty towns 

88. What do I like about myself? - My hair, my hands

89. My closest tumblr friend  - damn that is a good question

90. Any question you’d like? - What, i only answer the questions fuck this 

91. Are you outgoing or shy? - Definitely shy

92. What kind of people are you attracted to? - The kind that I can click with and talk to and have fun with 

93. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - Nope

94. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - Nah, it is a very interesting subject

95. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - Last night with my friend Cody about this life being a simulation 

96. What does the most recent text you sent say? - “right, fuck you james”

97. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - Damn gimme a few minutes to look 

Cowboy Dan - Modest Mouse

The Old Haunt - The Dear Hunter

None Shall Pass - Aesop Rock

Absolomb - Periphery 

Open Up - Dispatch 

98. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - Yes I love it

99. Do you think there is life on other planets? - There’s gotta be 

100. Do you like bubble baths? - I haven’t taken a bubble bath in years so idk

101. Do you like your neighbors? - Most of them

102. Where would you like to travel? - I wanna travel everything but that is vague and generic so I’ll say Innsbruck, Austria. The name means Inn by the River and it is a cute magical looking town

103. Favorite part of your daily routine? - I don’t have a daily routine but I play overwatch everyday so i”m gonna say it’s that

104. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - Probably my skinny fucking legs 

105. What do you when you wake up? - Lately I’ve been reading a chapter and smoking a bowl  

106. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - I’ve never really thought about it tbh

107. Do you ever want to get married? - I mean not particularly but if my partner wants to get married then yeah sure 

108. Is your hair long enough for a ponytail? - Yep

109. Would you rather live without TV or music? - TV, duh

110. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - Probably

111. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - There’s a bunch of thrift stores in this town so those are always pretty neat

112. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - Yes

113. Do you smile at strangers? - Sometimes

114. Have you done anything recently that you hope no one finds about? - Nope, I’m clean

115. Ever wished you were someone else? - All the time

116. Favorite makeup brand? - Sephora, BH Cosmestics, idrk

117. Last thing you ate? - Cereal 

118. Ever won a competition? - Nope

119. Ever been in love? - Yeah

120. Facebook or Twitter? - Neither, but you can follow my insta @jeffpackswasyes ;)

121. Twitter or Tumblr? - Definitely  tumblr

122. Are you watching TV right now? - Nope

123. What color are your towels? - Mostly white, I have a blue one though

124. Favorite ice cream flavor? - Vanilla, cookies and cream

125. First person you talked to today? - Regan or Cody

126. Last person you talked to today? - Regan

127. Name a person you hate? - The guy who made the kid put his laptop in the oven on twitch. 

128. Name a person you love? - My bff Regan!!

129. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - Nah

130. Do you tan a lot? - Nope

131. Have any pets? - None of my own, none in my apartment

132. Do you type fast? - Yes

133. Do you regret anything from your past? - I try to let go of any regrets, still trying to let go of some. But I’ll get there

134. Ever broken someone’s heart? - Yes

135. Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurt? - Lmao yeah 

136. Is cheating ever okay? - No, but I do think that it is forgivable, depending on the situation of course.

137. Do you believe in true love? - What is TRUE love? Love is just love, we don’t understand it

138. What’s your zodiac sign? - Cancer

139. Do you believe in ghosts? - This question is on here twice, very suspicious

140. Get the closest book to you and open it page 42. What is the first line? - Egyptian Wheels and Dimensional Travel