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raainberry · 3 months

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Commonality

« The fact of sharing interests, experiences, or other characteristics with someone or something. »

Mina x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - a small argument opened your weekend with Mina, but that doesn’t mean it’s ruined

wordcount - 1.8K

T/W - Food

A/N - i have such a soft spot for mina… so long overdue that it was requested, i love mina and i hope you’ll like this one, enjoy!

Waking up on the couch at your own apartment had you confused. You never fell asleep there, it made no sense when a perfect bed and comfortable mattress waited for you to return every night.

So you looked around for clues about the decisions that could have lead you there, and it all came back to you when your eyes landed on the unfinished puzzle on the coffee table.

A sigh, followed by a soft chuckle pushed past your lips as you recalled the argument that puzzle had started between you and your girlfriend Mina.

It was supposed to be a relaxing night, tiring your minds out a little bit in order to fall asleep quicker later on. The two of you were used to building legos together, but never tried puzzles yet so you decided it would be fun to expand the fun.

Both consisted of building and solving stuff, how difficult could it be? It wasn’t, but it sure ended up being very different.

A small but messy difference emerged when Mina started building the puzzle’s frame and you heped in an… unusual way. At least not the way she expected you to. In hindsight, the fact that you kept grabbing random pieces and building parts of the inner picture first instead of helping her wasn’t that big of a deal.

She wasn’t one to get mad often, but something about your thought process angered her in the moment. She couldn’t even tell you what now that the sun was back and her mind rested, but it was enough to make you sleep on the couch apparently.

Despite the feeling of having Mina upset with you, the situation kept pulling a smile out of your lips. You thought about it the whole time as you freshened yourself up before breakfast, her last words to you looping in the back of your mind.

When she told you to sleep on the couch after some back and forth, you naturally asked why, to which she simply uttered “because of your nonsense.” before storming off to your bedroom.

You remember her frown as she tried to understand why you were doing such a thing, all while you tried to understand what was so wrong about it. It escalated quickly, both of you defending your point of view in the most gentle argument ever. There was no screaming, no harsh words, just confusion, frustration and fatigue.

The whole thing was just silly, and you had a feeling Mina thought the same when she appeared in the kitchen, all shy and avoident.

You could tell she wanted to make up already, but didn’t know how to. Knowing her, you knew she somehow blamed herself and felt as though she was the one that had to take the first step.

Her odd behavior put a smile on your face as you watched her feet stutter around the kitchen. Her busy mind rendered her oblivious to the breakfast you’d already cooked for her, waiting in front of the empty chair next to you.

“I already made some for you.” You finally spoke up before she took out a bowl and started making a third one.

Your voice startled her, but hearing it brought a sense of comfort she desperately needed.

“Oh.” She muttered, sparing you a glance before focusing on the food. “Thank you.”

By the time she sat down, you got the last of your own food down but the dishes could wait. You had a girlfriend to kiss and make up with.

Mina dug around her food for a few. It looked delicious, she knew it was, but she couldn’t ignore your eyes on her. They were insistant, and when she finally acknowledged you, she found they were also amused.

Hers became busy switching from your eyes to your lips as she pressed her own together. “Did you sleep well?”

Your laugh wasn’t exactly what she expected, but how could you not when her words came out so blunt.

Her words could seem loaded to anyone unfamiliar with the amount of love she felt for you. It was a bit of a petty question, yes, but she genuinely cared about your answer. She wanted it to be positive, she wanted you to feel rested, you needed it lately.

“Not the best sleep I’ve had.” You said truthfully, causing Mina to pull her hand into her sleeves.

“I’m sorry.” She pouted, finally releasing the guilt she felt all night, regretting her decision ever since she slipped into the cold sheets of your bed. “I don’t know what got into me, it was so mean.”

“It’s okay,” you giggled, “I still love you.”

Leaning closer, you looked for her lips on yours and she gladly gave them to you. They lingered there, basking in your familiarity and appreciating your love for as long as she could before you pulled them away.

“Building puzzles from the inside is crazy though, I truly believe you’re built upside down.” She said, a soft laugh following her own words.

“Why does everyone say that?” You whined, but it only made her laugh harder.

“Because it might be true, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I love that you’re upside down.” She mumbled almost to herself before lifting a spoon to her mouth.

The weekend had a tough start, but you weren’t going to let it stain the rest of it. Mina proposed to actually finish the puzzle and although you were hesitant and not in the mood, she managed to bribe you with a few kisses.

Worked like a charm every time, but who could blame your weakness when Mina was the cause.

That puzzle didn’t last long either, and turned out fairly easy to solve thanks to your mixed techniques. You made sure to rub it in her face, but a single glare had you stopping before ending up on the couch again.

“I think I want to hang it.” You said, after placing a redeeming kiss on her cheek.

“Where?” She asked, looking around at the various posters and art pieces hanging on the walls.

“Well, not here. In my bedroom.” You clarified, glancing back the finished puzzle. “It’s a really nice picture, it matches the color palette I have going on there. It would be so pretty and I’d love to remember the time we spent on it whenever I look at it.”

“You want to remember our argument?” She chuckled, and you laughed.

“No, I wanna remember you and how happy you were while solving it.”

Mina pouted at your clarification. You were too sweet to handle at times, she just wanted to wrap you up in her arms and keep you close to her in order to give you back all the love you’ve been giving her.

Despite you assuring her that she didn’t have to, that you knew how much she cared about you, she felt as though she didn’t express enough of her feelings. They were abundant, all so different and so beautiful she felt overwhelmed at times, preventing her from doing most things she’d like.

All the words she didn’t tell you, all the hugs she held back on, the kisses she passed on from how shy she felt facing that intimidating love.

She was forever thankful for your patience and how brave you could be for the both of them despite your own fears surrounding this relationship.

“I’ll help you.” She smiled, and you recognized her love. In how soft her voice came out, in the way she smiled and looked at you. In the warmth of her hands, through the stolen kisses and hidden caresses of her thumb against yours.

The two of you walked through the aisles of the nearest supply store, hand in hand and eyes wandering all over random items you didn’t come for nor need. A few laughs were shared over silly jokes about them, and by the time you checked out, it was time for lunch.

Both your stomachs were craving different things, and you spent the whole way back bickering over what to cook before settling on a genius idea: going to the pc bang down your street.

Gaming was another hobby you shared with Mina, and when she learned you lived near such a place… She basically decided your apartment was also hers.

You never complained, (until she made you sleep on your own couch under your own roof) she was the only one you’d willingly share that space with so often.

The owner of that pc bang liked the two of you very much, probably because of the amount of money you poured into the business, but it was a nice contact to have. The free meals were a very nice perk.

You ended up spending the entire afternoon there, sharing games, snacks, wins, losses and kisses before going back out into the late autumn cold.

Mina had only brought a small jacket, failing to anticipate the evening’s drop in temperatures. Her arms wrapped around herself as soon as she stepped out, desperately clinging onto the bit of warmth her jacket had trapped. If it weren’t for your arm pulling her closer to you, she would have started shivering like a cartoon character.

The proximity made her smile into her scarf, a good hideout for the way you made her feel. You were oblivious to the way her heart started to beat a little faster, but not to her eyes lingering on the bunch of lego sets exposed on the other side of the street you were on.

You stopped in your tracks to face the shop window from afar. A few sets seemed interesting from your spot, some more extravagant than others and you couldn’t help but wonder what could be hiding inside that shop.

“Are you thinking the same thing?” Mina asked, searching for your eyes. When you met hers, it only took a second for you to race each other across the street.

You opted for a rendition of Hokusai’s ‘The Great Wave’, a few thousand pieces that would keep you busy for the rest of the weekend.

“Promise you won’t make me sleep on the couch for no reason?” You asked, taking a seat on the ground next to her while she emptied the Lego box.

“As long as you don’t give me one.” She answered, making you pout.

The pout on your lips was only acknowledged by her when she turned her attention away from the Legos as she found the silence to be stretching a little longer than normal. The sight of your sulking made her giggle and she decided to let go of her inhibition once more.

She held her pinky out for yours to link with, and the offer made your eyebrows furrow together. Confusion didn’t hold you back from blindly agreeing to whatever she had in mind though.

Could have been anything, Mina was hard to predict, but something about the smile that pulled on her lips when your fingers intertwined comforted you.

This was just another wholesome, silly Mina thing.

And you were right.

“I promise.”

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xxblairexxss · 10 months

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Doudou (Part 4, Lando’s ending)

Pairing : Lando Norris x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

The length difference between Lando’s and Charles’s was because Charles’s was reader’s first love so there was a lot to cover though I cut it short and made it more simple meanwhile Lando’s feelings for reader was hidden so there wasn’t much to explain.

Here’s to more upcoming angst series! 🤎

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“Do you need my help?”

You had just clocked out from work and had to bring a few files with you back home because apparently, your workload today wouldn’t clock out with you. The files were heavy, not that you couldn’t carry it but things like opening the car door became a problem to you.

“Lando! Why are you here?”

“I was stalking you.” You passed the files to him as he got closer and he picked it up with no struggle, not a surprise.

“Yeah, right.”

“I was on my way home and saw a pretty girl struggling so as a gentleman myself, I came to offer a help.” He clarified and opened the door to allow you to walk in before him.

Lando and you had been spending more time together.

More than you met Charles this month.

It was weird because you never thought you could be yourself with anyone else other than Charles. It was weird in some kind of way that you didn’t know how to explain. With Charles, everything felt like a comfort. You felt like spending time with your person. You found contentment with him. With Lando, it felt like spending time with someone who filled in those empty gaps. It’s different, but not the kind of different that would put you in an uncomfortable position but different in terms of having two different colours coinciding with each other but still compliment both sides, like a rainbow.

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“You can put it here!”

Charles placed the small decorative trees that he had helped you picked earlier along the counter. You had told him that you needed a few more things because your kitchen looked so empty and he had offered to accompany you to look for it on your off day.

“It looks good! It kinda match with the paint, isn’t it?” You exclaimed.

“We spent almost 2 hours in the shop, doudou. I would be really disappointed if you didn’t end up liking them.” He wanted to hug you, he would have hugged you but you weren’t his so he just ended up patting your head. “I didn’t know you liked Lego?”

“Lego?”

“That one.” He pointed at the box of Lego across the room.

“Ah, that was Lando’s idea. I promised to help him with it.” You chuckled.

“Lando came here?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

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Charles had invited you to attend a charity event held by one of the official organisers under FiA and you hadn’t been to parties for a while so you accepted his invite.

Lando was there too. He looked good in his suit. You had always seen him in his daily outfits but you never thought seeing him in his suit would possibly made him look even better.

Charles and Lando were one of the main people for the charity events so they were somewhere in the spotlight doing what famous people usually do and you prefer to be somewhere in the corner doing your own matter. You were just here for the vibe, to end your weekend in a better way than movie night but your migraine never fail to ruin your plan.

The flash, the neon lights, the voices of people engaging in conversations overlap with the sound of the loud music. Everything around you made your head throbbed even more you felt like you were gonna throw up any second even when you didn’t even touch any drink. The barista kept on offering you a glass even when you said no which made you wanna punch him in the face. You would had done it if it wasn’t for assault receipt that came after.

You wanted to go home. You needed to go home. So you tried to walk past the strangers to find one person, the only person that you needed right now.

Lando.

You didn’t know why but he was the only person that came to your mind and you wanted him to take you home.

“Doudou, are you alright?” Charles had found you first and he looked concern when you looked up to him with teary eyes. “Is it your migraine? I can take you ho—“

“Can you get Lando for me?”

“What?”

“Please , can you get Lando for me. I wanna go home.”

Charles’s ears started ringing. He didn’t, no, he couldn’t bring himself to say any words. For years, you would always look for him whenever you had any problems. It was always him. But you didn’t call out for his name anymore, you called out for Lando.

Even when he was in front of you.

“Y/N? Hey, what’s wrong?” Lando came amidst of everything and immediately went in front of you.

“Can you take me home?”

“Yeah, of course.” He immediately went to your side and pulled you close by your waist. “I’ll take her from here, mate.”

Charles remained silent and took a step back to give space for Lando as he stood there and watched you in someone else’s arms.

He knew he had lost you that night.

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“Stay still, Y/N. You’re gonna be the death of me. I almost poke you in the eye!” Lando heaved a sigh and tilted your head to the side to rub the makeup remover wipes on your cheeks.

“My head hurts.”

“I know, I know but we need to do this first. You told me you’ll get a pimple if you don’t remove it properly.” He gently held your face and took a new makeup wipe to wipe off the eyeliner. “Why do you even wear this much makeup? You tryna impress someone?”

“Excuse you?! Who do men think they are? Do you think girls sit in front of the mirror for hours just to impress the men?” You glared at him and snatched the makeup wipe from him. The audacity for men to assume such thing for women made you forget about your migraine for a second.

“Okay, okay. I was just asking there’s no need to get mad, pretty. Was it fun?”

“What fun?” You didn’t even turn around to look at him and tried to get every bits of the glitter on your eyes.

“Putting on your makeup. Was it fun?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ears and locked his gaze on your reflection.

“Yeah. Lia and I used to sit in front of the mirror for hours to do our makeup and we talk about boys, the mean girls, the celebrities. Funny thing was, we didn’t even go anywhere. We just took a few pictures and then washed it off.”

“Did you sit in front of the mirror for hours too for your first date?

“I think so.” You bit on your lips trying to remember about all the details during your first date with Charles. “My first date was a while ago I don’t really remember how long it took for my 17 years old self to get ready for a date.”

“How long would it took for you to get ready for your first date with me?” Lando turned his body around to lean his hips against the bathroom cabinets and bended down to catch your eyes.

“What?”

“I’m asking you out on a date. A proper one. Would you say yes? Not that I’m accepting any other answers.” He shrugged his shoulders, acting all ordinary as if he didn’t just asked you the question.

“Lando, be serious!”

“I am serious! Or you want me to ask you out in a formal way?” He stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Would you, Y/N, would like to give me a chance to take you out on a date? Please?”

“Yeah, sure.” You blushed and smiled shyly at him like a foolish teenage girl. “Just one date?”

“Oh, we gonna make it to 100 dates in no time, pretty. We got a lot of time in our hands.” He sneaked his arm on your waist to pull you close before planting a peck on your nose. “Let’s wash your face and we treat this migraine of yours. Ratatouille again?”

“I could never say to to Ratatouille.”

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You had spoken to Charles on the phone, asking him to meet up as you had something to tell him but he refused. He told you that the new season is starting soon so he didn’t really have much time.

“If you were going to tell me about your answer, I think I already know.” You heard him said on them phone.

“But how?”

“I knew there was something going on between you and Lando when I saw the Lego box. And what happened during charity event last week kinda gave me the answers to every questions I had in mind.”

“I’m sorry…” It broke your heart to hear the way his voice crack.

“Don’t be sorry. As long as you are happy with him, that’s all that matters.”

“Charles, can you promise me one thing?” You could feel a few tears slipped off your cheeks which you didn’t bother to wipe it off.

“What is it, doudou?”

“Promise me to never blame yourself in this matter. It was never your fault. Maybe our chapter was meant to end regardless whatever happened to us that night. I will always, always be so grateful to have met you in my life. There was a never a splash of regret. I would have gone through the same path again again if I was given a chance.”

“Thank you for being with me since the very beginning. I don’t think I could ever be in F1 if it wasn’t because of you. I love you and I will always love you, doudou. I don’t think my heart will ever stop racing when your name gets mentioned in my presence. You will stain my heart forever. The world, my world feels like its collapsing but I’ll eventually rebuild myself. Thank you for everything, doudou. Can I still call you that, though?”

“Of course, silly.”

Charles was actuallt at his apartment when you called and he turned down your offer to meet up because he didn’t know if he was strong enough to look at you in the eyes and see the love you had for him is gone. He thought perhaps it was easier for him to hear your voice on the voice.

But deep down he knew was never prepared to lose you, be it happened in front of him or through a phone call.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 2 months

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Let Me Help

If you could only use one word to describe your husband, it would be, stubborn. Whether you tried paying for dinner or driving his truck, he wouldn’t budge on his decision and it was like pulling teeth to convince him otherwise. In your current case, he had come down with a cold and refused to accept any kind of care. It’s like if he pretended he wasn’t sick, it would just magically disappear.

It had apparently even affected his work as you received texts from both Tony and even Vance that he was grumpier than usual, snapping orders and having unrealistic expectations for case leads. You figured if Jethro wanted to be a stubborn mule then let him. Because now you also had to deal with your 8 year old son showing the same symptoms of sickness.

The nurse had called you, explaining that he was complaining about his head and runny nose so you picked him up early and stopped at the grocery store for supplies before heading home.

Multitasking, you prepared what you needed for some homemade chicken noodle soup and got a hot bath started for him, adding some tea tree oil, hoping the steam would help with his congestion. Once he was all set in the tub, you left the door open so you could hear him and continued chopping vegetables in the kitchen. He was in the phase where he really valued his privacy and you helping him take a bath was always shot down, followed by I’m a big boy now mom as he would stand there in his Lego shirt and bear slippers.

The sound of the front door opening and keys being thrown on the little table nearby, signaled that Jethro was home early. He didn’t say a word but said plenty as he trudged over to the couch and fell face first into it. You couldn’t help but smile at his theatrics and continued your cooking.

“Vance send you home early?”

“Mm-hm.”

He rolled onto his back and let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples to relieve some of the headache he told you he didn’t have. Once all your ingredients were prepped and cooking in the pan, you poured the broth in and let it sit in a simmer before heading to the bathroom in search of aspirin, being sure to cover your eyes so your son didn’t yell at you.

Your husband was still laying on the couch when you came over with a glass of water and some aspirin.

“Take these. I’m making some soup as well,” you offered.

He sat up and took the offerings with a grateful grunt.

“Mommy! I’m done!”

You gave Jethro a kiss on the head before tending to your son again.

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The soup was a hit with both boys, each having 2 servings and now they sat on the couch under a big thick blanket as you handed them each a capful of medicine.

“I don’t wanna,” your son refused, pulling his brows together in discontent and crossing his arms in extra emphasis.

“I don’t wanna do it either bud but it’ll make us feel better. Ready? On three.”

You watched as they swallowed the tart syrup and made the same exact face, causing you to laugh. They handed you over the empty caps and you brought them into the kitchen to wash them. Just then, the microwave went off, telling you the popcorn was ready.

Pouring it into a big bowl, you took your spot in between them on the couch. They each rested their heads against your shoulder and took turns taking pieces of popcorn while the movie played.

“How’s your head my love?” you asked Jethro, running your hand through his hair, massaging into his scalp and temple.

“Mm. Good.”

You then turned to your little boy and brushed his dirty blonde hair from his face as you could already see his blue eyes getting sleepy.

It was a rare opportunity you got to be able to take care of Jethro and your son at the same time. And as much as it was a bit trying at times with both of their stubborn yet needy ways, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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the-kr8tor · 1 month

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Hi I love your fics!!! Can you do one for the twins au where Ramona and Billie are maybe 4 or 5 and they start to notice Hobies British accent and start talking like him and saying British phrases. Like he asks them something and they just go “nah bruv” or there are just little instances throughout there day to day lives that reader and Hobie start to notice, where they use his slang at different moments at home, at the store, and it all comes to a head at school (cue parent teacher conference cause they asked a “kid are you mad bruv” and the teacher needs clarification lol). They’re able to watch a recording of their interaction during playtime with the student like you know how some schools have cameras where you can watch your kid now. Him and reader are surprised at how well they imitate his accent and try not laugh in front of the teacher but they tell them they can’t repeat everything daddy says and when readers not looking gives them a little proud wink and they giggle lol!!

Thank you for the adorable request! I changed it up a bit hope you don't mind ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Mom! Reader, Dad! Hobie, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, fluff.

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You feel like a kid again sitting on the tiny, clearly not for adults chair. The classroom smells of crayons and glue, the walls are painted in every color of the rainbow, posters of numbers, letters and animals are taped on the walls. Flitting your eyes behind you to check on Billie and Mona, you see them build a house using blocks, mumbling to each other. They're wearing matching sweaters today (per their request,) bees and flowers adorning the thick fabric. And ribbons in their pretty hair. Mona rambles on to her sister about lego whilst her sister listens.

Hobie sits next to you, he doesn't look any better than you. With his long legs and arms, half of his body is the only part of him sitting on the pink plastic chair. Butt half hanging on the side, legs tucked, arms around his legs, back slouched— you bite your lip at the sight, trying your best not to laugh at his state.

Hobie senses your snicker, and you feel like you're back in school again when you quickly turn your head away, pretending you weren't looking at his lanky self struggling to sit on a kindergartener's chair.

He narrows his eyes, taking the teacher's erasure off her desk, flinging it towards your direction– hitting you right on your head. It bounces off and you gasp at the audacity. Faking innocence, Hobie whistles a nonchalant tune, eyes pretending to scan the poster of the alphabet tacked on the chalkboard.

“Really?” You say, smiling through it whilst picking up the fallen eraser.

“You started it.” The father of your children teasingly says as if his girls aren't just behind him playing blocks. Way to set an example.

“Nuh-uh”

“Yu-uh”

You threaten to toss the eraser at his smug face. He shields himself with his arms, chuckling under it. The door opens and you two straighten up, putting back the stationary on the teacher's table like nothing happened.

You definitely feel like you're a kid again.

“Sorry I'm late.” She apologizes, yellow dress swinging as she speed walks towards her table. “Lots of parents, so sorry.”

“That's alright,” you smile at the preppy woman, your hands on your knees, all prim and proper in front of your girls' favourite teacher.

Billie and Ramona had a hard time adjusting to school, but once Ms. Jenkins got them out of their shell, they would always ask you and Hobie if there's school the next day, or what kind of lunch they'll have for recess because their new friends apparently don't like raisins. They love to share, just as long as they eat theirs. So you always pack extras for their friends even though either you or Hobie have to wake up earlier than usual.

You like Ms. Jenkins, she's bubbly and awfully good at her job. One time Billie got sick and couldn't go to school, she personally contacted you to ask how she's doing and even got the entire class to make ‘get well soon’ cards for her. She's a sweetheart really, and most definitely likes your kids. But what has you nervously pick at your nails is that she called you and Hobie in personally for a PTA meeting. Her little note is stapled on the school's notice about the annual meeting, indicating that she needs to talk to you and Hobie.

Said man, scooches his chair closer to yours just to hold your hand while Ms. Jenkins settles on her own chair.

“So Billie and Ramona—” she starts and you hear the girls stand up abruptly from their equally tiny chairs.

“Present!” They cheerfully exclaim at the same time.

Hobie chuckles in his seat, “you run a tight ship, miss.”

“It's alright, my loves, go play.” You say in between soft laughs as you twist in your seat to look at their smiling faces. It all makes Hobie squeeze your hand tight—love overflowing through every squeeze.

Ms. Jenkins laughs, “they love attendance time, I always see them hyping themselves up before I call them.”

“Adorable.” You coo.

“So back to business,” she clasps her hands atop the desk. “Their grades are phenomenal, I know they're still just babies and grades don't usually matter in their level, but they're crushing it.”

Hobie gives you a look, wordlessly telling you, ‘we did that’

You nod, silently replying. ‘hell yeah, we did’

“They’re friends with the whole class.” The teacher continues “Yes, it was quite a hurdle for Ramona but she conquered it with the help of Billie. And when Billie needed help with maths, she helped her there without Billie asking for it.” She smiles and you feel sunshine come out of her. “They're the perfect team.”

“That's brilliant then, why the note?” Hobie asks before you could.

“They are a delight to have in class, but—” she winces. “They have been using some…colourful slang recently.”

“Oh no,” You look at Hobie in the corner of your eyes. He shakes his head innocently at your accusation. “Was it a bad word?”

“Not particularly, uh, it's all fine and dandy, like calling their mates ‘bloke’ or ‘bruv’—”

Hobie lets out a snicker, accidentally interrupting the teacher with his laugh. You glare secretly at him.

“Right, sorry, not funny at all.” He tries to save face. “Continue, Miss.”

“It's alright that they use it but I find that they've been using it more frequently and just last week they disrupted class when they uh…” Ms. Jenkins leans closer, elbows propped on her desk, whispering her words like a secret. “Yelled during movie time to say ‘that’s the dog's bollocks’ in reference to the amazing animation.”

Hobie looks like he's dying whilst trying his hardest not to laugh. Hands clasped on his mouth, shoulders shaking, lungs wheezing and eyes tightly shut. You swear, you even see a tear clinging to his lashes.

You're not the greatest example either as you tightly press your lips together, also trying your darndest to not laugh.

You try to keep your composure even though Hobie's practically losing it next to you. Even Ms. Jenkins hides her grin.

“I'm so sorry—” you accidentally let out a giggle before inhaling deeply to tamp it down. “We'll talk to them once we get home.” Your stomach hurts from restraining yourself.

“That's great!” She clears her throat, doing better at composing herself than you and Hobie. “That's all, thank you so much for coming! There's cookies and juice in the hallway.” Standing up, she holds her hand for a handshake.

You shake her hand while Hobie's still losing it in his seat. “Thank you, Miss, have a great holiday.” You're a bit better at hiding your laughter but if Hobie let out a guffaw right now, you're for sure to follow suit.

“You too!” She smiles, “bye, Bee! Bye, Mona!” Waving her hand, the girls happily wave back.

“Okay, let's go.” You had to lift Hobie up from his seat or else he'll be glued to it while his body wracks with silent laughter.

The second you and your little family settle inside the car, Hobie lets out the loudest laugh, you follow a half second later, the sound echoing in the vehicle.

Billie and Ramona look at you two confused, hands pausing from devouring their snacks.

“I think they're proper bonkers.” Mona whispers, leaning towards her sister, and Billie nods in agreement.

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

Really, we shouldn’t be surprised by now but I have more amazing jily AU fics to share because the writers of this fandom are incredibly talented and I have my screen report to prove it.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

serendipity by desperateforsanity (on ao3)

Modern college/uni AU. Dearest Students and Staff, I am pleased to announce Hogwarts University’s fourth annual Pen Pal Program. Upperclassmen and sophomores likely remember and cherish the memories of their previous penpals and are excited to make another friend this year.

TW: for the later chapters for discussions of grief and its effects on one's mental well-being. For the most part, though this is a fun fic full of great banter!

The Frenzied Misadventures of Balcony Man and Window Woman by @clare-with-no-i

prompt: "It's 3am why are you outside my window- are you trying to rob me?"

It feels necessary to preface this entire thing with the fact that, yes, James had good reason to be dangling precariously from a third-floor balcony, and anyone who says differently is simply attempting to smear his good name.

At least, that’s the story he’s sticking to.

Hijinks & Shenanigans

mellow is the man (who knows what he's been missing) also by @/ clare-with-no-i

Earl's Court. 24th May, 1975. Led Zeppelin live in concert like you've never seen them before.

FEATURING: prolonged eye contact, deeply metaphoric descriptions of cigarette smoke, painful levels of detail about makeup, and a special one-time performance by Two Teens In Love! OR: the "we made eye contact at a Led Zeppelin concert but my friends pulled me away to mosh before I could come say hello" AU

So when I say that I saw this unfold frame by frame in my head, I mean the writing is on another level. The way that I could almost smell Earl Court ... I regret waiting so long to read it. Also, found out this is written by the same author as one of my favourite jily fics foreigner’s god so that explains it “I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.” ― Sally Rooney, Normal People

but he’s a little bit too far away by @firefeufuego

Historical AU. A decade after they met as cadets for The Times, the toll of James chasing stories in war zones is starting to hit home for Lily.

Taking A Shot At You by @annabtg

Modern AU. Lily Evans, pharmacist, has to work all day and night on New Year's Eve - and ends up ringing in the new year with a bloke who just got himself a dog bite.

The Right Track by BeeDaily (on ao3)

Co-workers modern AU. When James is first handed the train ticket, his immediate reaction is to laugh openly in his father's face.

the horoscope by lirians

Modern AU. James stops momentarily to give way to a bunch of rambunctious teenagers on the pavement before he regains his step. Lily has come to a halt a bit further, waiting on him.

“Horoscopes?” he asks as they move onwards. He’s relieved that any awkwardness between them is apparently gone. “How so?”

“Marly sent me mine this week because it said I would meet someone from the past again,” she explains. “I’m still not sold on the idea of it, but isn’t this weird?”

I was inspired to read this by this art

The Falcon and The Squid by @jfleamont

There's a Lego Millennium Falcon that needs to be built. There's also a bet, a ring and a bike.

Put it all together and what do you get?

Leda's jily will always be a favourite of mine. They're idiots in love your honour

Glastonbury by elanev91 (on ao3)

Prompt: we're at a music festival and you crawled into my tent when drunk and fell asleep, now you've woken up bewildered and to be honest I should be more annoyed but you're just so good looking

One Day at Time by @sweeethinny

Single-mum-lily AU. One day at a time is the mantra Lily uses to keep peace inside her mind, but there are days when it's simply impossible and in the end all she needs is a glass of wine, a cozy hug with her boyfriend, and a serious talk with her son.

Note that you can read this as a stand-alone one shot but it's part of a series that takes place in this AU

For All My Life by aheartcalledhome & SecondJadeofLan (on ao3)

When saving the bees ends in a happy family.

pumpkins and blueberries by evotter (on ao3)

Modern soulmate AU. In which Lily Evans hates puzzles, Marlene McKinnon is a coffee-making goddess, and the stuffy manager with the unkempt hair just so happens to be Lily's soulmate. In the wise words of Mary Macdonald, nothing is scarier than a relationship. Especially if it's with your soulmate.

After Moon by lovesickjily (on ao3)

When the universe sent Lily back in time for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t realise that she’d fall for the charming, messy-haired Prince along the way, nor did she realise that she’d see him once again.

here's to never growing up by elixirsoflife (on ao3)

Chat fic where a group chat documents the lives of four highly dramatic teenage boys as they navigate their A Levels.

Or, like, die trying.

Okay, I rarely ever read chat fics, they're just not my thing. BUT this one had me wheezing on my way to school. It's crack. Just treat it like crack

Ice Baby also by elixirsoflife

Modern college/uni AU. In his defence, James never expected to meet his soulmate at thirteen minutes past eleven on a Sunday morning when he’s aiming a puck at Sirius’ balls.

Or: call me sweetheart again and I'll punch you in the throat.

Not a Clue by PotterandEvans (on ao3)

Modern college/uni Quarantine AU. Lily stood in the doorway of the flat, looking at the boy in front of her. She had spent most of the last two years keeping her distance from the annoying piece of work, staying away from his ego mostly. “Come in.” She said, stepping away from the doorway to let him into the flat that she usually shared with Remus.

"Ah, so kind." James muttered as he walked inside, his heavy bag weighing him down. This really was not the ideal situation, for either of them. But he had nowhere else to go, so staying with Lily Evans it was going to have to be.

they were zoommates (requires an ao3 account) by elanev91 (on ao3)

Modern college/uni Quarantine AU. Lily's on lockdown and, because she can't help herself, signs herself up for a whole bunch of extra (and free) work with her ad agency. Minerva, her boss, assigns a cheeky social media manager to her team to help her. Also, Marlene discovers TikTok (this is nowhere near as important to the narrative as its inclusion here suggests).

And You Heard About Me (Ooh, We’ve Got Some Big Enemies!) by @wearingaberetinparis

Fame AU. Lily Evans is a Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and global superstar, who recently broke up from her latest and long-term actor boyfriend Amos Diggory. James Potter is a professional football player who plays as a forward for Manchester United and has never been quiet about his celebrity crush: Lily Evans. When Lily Evans thus plays at Wembley Stadium - a place he is more than familiar with due to his being part of the England team - he just has to go and see her perform, embracing his inner, besotted fan boy, while the woman on stage is completely oblivious to his presence. Or is she?

The most unrealistic part was man u winning (but it's James so that explains it). Regardless, I started this fic while waiting for my final grades from last year to come through, and while they were disappointing, this sure wasn't. I was crying so hard that I fell asleep. Then I woke up and continued the fic and suddenly I was giggling along with Lilly. Anything and everything Mary writes is a masterpiece. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story.

it continues (the beginning doesn't matter) by whitesunlars (on ao3)

She is the last person he expected at his door at that exact moment, despite feeling unsure about the fact that she managed to track down his address, he agrees to go out to coffee with her. A lot could be said about James Potter, but nobody could claim that he had good self-preservation skills.

They meet in a bar. Mistakes happen. They learn to keep going.

#jily fic rec #jily #jple #lily evans #james potter

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Home

Summary: The members get a break and everyone is going home! Everyone?

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

March 2019

Watching the members run around the dorm like headless chickens was one of the funniest things Heeyoung had seen in a while. The company had given them a week to travel home and enjoy time with their families and now 8 out of 9 members had started packing way too late!

The girl should have known that the probability of the boys starting to pack a few days ahead was zero to none and she was right!

Why she wasn´t packing her own bag? Heeyoung didn´t like to go home!

Her parents lived in Seoul, so if technically she already was home and as far as she knew her parents were currently not even in the country. And staying with her older brother was not an option to her!

That left her as the only member not packing in a hurry. Instead, she was sitting at the kitchen counter with some cut up vegetables to watch the chaos that was Ateez!

“Noona just because you already packed, doesn´t mean that you can´t help us!”

Mingi whined as he rushed from the living room towards his own room.

Oh yeah, none of them knew that she was going to stay back! Heeyoung wasn´t hiding it, it was more that none of them asked if she was going to see her family.

“Ah Mingi-ah, where would be the fun in that huh?” she answered and bit into a piece of sliced up cucumber.

Hongjoong made a face of disgust at the offending food item before hurrying of with his laptop.

Heeyoung could hear the grumble of her fellow Matz member about how she was going to turn into a rabbit, if she kept eating the veggies!

“It wouldn´t hurt if you tried it too every now and then, you know!”

“Never!”

The leader hurried back, having forgotten the charger, which was still lying on the dinner table.

“Hwa, Sannie and Yunho are going to get picked up in an hour. Mingi and Jongho tomorrow morning and Wooyoung is going to visit Yeosangies family before driving to his parents! I won´t go home until all of you are safe inside a company car or from your families so spill my lovely Heeyoungie, when are you getting picked up?”

The girl took another piece of vegetable and watched as Hongjoong pulled another face.

“I´m not getting picked up.” She stated after having gulped down her food.

“So the manager is driving you home?”

The raised eyebrow of her fellow 98-liner told Heeyoung that apparently he still hadn´t caught on.

*Boys!* she thought and rolled her eyes a little.

“I´m not going home Joong-ah. I´m staying here and enjoying my alone time for a bit.”

With those words, the girl got up from her seat and went to clean up her snack bowl.

Hongjoong was frozen to the spot, blinking rapidly at his best friend.

“Come again?”

With a sigh the girl repeated her words.

“I´m staying here. My parents are somewhere in France and I really don´t want to spend my time in a house I’m not welcome in! So I’m not going!”

He could respect that. If Hongjoong were in his fellow rappers position, he too would choose to stay behind in an empty dorm rather than in a big lonely house where she would only be criticized!

For Heeyoung, the topic was over and done with as she walked past the still flabbergasted leader to go to her own room.

For Hongjoong however, the topic was definitely not over! He almost sprinted into his own shared room where Seonghwa was building a new Lego set on the floor! His bag and suit case already neatly placed by his nightstand.

“What´s got you in such frenzy?” The eldest asked, not taking his eyes away from his toy.

“Did you know that Hee-ah isn´t going home?”

Hongjoong picked up his phone from the desk, searching through his contacts.

“No, but I’m not surprised either. She doesn´t even call it home so why would she willingly go there?”

The leader grimaced.

He too should have known about Heeyoungs intention to stay back!

Finding the contact he was searching for, the boy called his mother.

“Hongjoongie, do you need your appa to pick you up already?”

“Eomma, no. I want to ask you something. One of the members is going to stay back in the dorm because their parents are out of country and I-“

“Of course you can bring them! Who is it?”

“Ah, it´s Heeyoung-ah!”

For a moment all he could was his own breathing before the woman on the other end of the line answered cheerfully!

Hongjoongs heart sang at the prospect of his first child being allowed to stay with him.

“Ah thank you eomma! I´ll text appa when we´re ready!”

“No need to thank me my baby. The members are just as much our family as they are yours! I´ll see you two tomorrow!”

Hanging up, the second oldest marched right out of his room into Heeyoung´s.

The girl was spread out on her bed, while watching something on her phone.

“Pack your bags; you are not staying here alone!”

He said, hands on his hips and waiting until the female rapper moved to start packing.

Heeyoung was slowly getting annoyed with the boy.

“I told you, I’m not going to that place!”

“I know you´re not! Because you´re coming with me instead! That is not up for discussion. Eomma already knows you´re coming so get to it! Now!”

Heeyoung tried to argue but seeing as Hongjoong had his, I´m-the-captain-look on she knew it was a lost cause.

The next day, HongYoung was getting picked up in the evening after the rest of the boys had cleared out.

Wooyoung had pressed a chaste kiss to his Noona´s cheek, causing her to grimace and scramble to get away from the affection of the younger before following Yeosang out the door.

The drive was short. Annyang wasn´t far from Seoul, only about a half an hour drive and Heeyoung listened to Hongjoong talking to his father.

It almost gave her whiplash, how fast he turned, from leader to youngest son in the span of 2 seconds!

In the evening, after Hongjoong´s mother had threatened her son with her slipper to hand over his laptop and actually rest for the time of their stay, the two rappers had settled down in Hongjoongs childhood room.

He had insisted on the girl taking the bed and him taking the floor, resulting in an argument which had the Kim parents remember the times when their sons were still children.

Amused by the bickering, they watched as their youngest sons temper flared a little, pulling the captain card when he realized that Heeyoung wouldn´t relent otherwise!

The older woman had to hide a snort as she saw Heeyoung stuck out her tongue at Hongjoong when he turned his back to her and every bit of doubt about a girl and boy sharing the same room flew out of the window.

Heeyoung wasn´t a future daughter in law she had to worry about, more like the sister Hongjoong never got to have…

With the girl tucked under her blanket and Hongjoong under his, the light was dimmed and silence fell over the room.

The girl could hear her leaders breathing even out, indicating that he had already fallen asleep.

She sighed softly as her insomnia made it hard to fall asleep. If she had been at the dorm, Heeyoung would have just gotten up and watched some TV in the living room, but this wasn´t the dorm!

Not wanting to disturb the boys sleep, Heeyoung decided to get up and leave the room altogether. If she was going to stay up all night, she was going to do it on her own condition!

And that´s how she found herself on the little balcony of the Kim Household!

Her phone was playing a soothing tune and gazing into the stars, she enjoyed the calm serenity of the night.

The night was silent. Something Heeyoung wasn´t used to after having lived in the busy city of Seoul practically all her life! The only noise she could hear was the rustling of a bush a little further into the garden.

A little orange kitten was making its way through the garden, past the flowerbeds Hongjoongs mother had grown there and towards the female rapper.

Meowing at her to give the small animal some attention, Heeyoung bent down to pet it as it came closer, only to jump onto her lap and purr the night away.

Surprised by the sudden affection but not unhappy, the girl relented and let the cat nap on her.

She was sure that it wasn´t a stray, as the feline looked healthy and fed so it probably was a neighbors cat that had gone on a little adventure of his own.

Heeyoung let her mind wander, thinking about the day and how warmly her leader’s parents had greeted her and invited her into their home!

Never once in her life, had she seen her own parents show that kind of warmth.

They were never there and the girl and her older brother had been raised by nannies most of the time! And if they were there, they only ever cared about the golden child. And that was not her!

Did she miss it growing up? Yes and no!

You can´t miss something you never got, but Heeyoung did see the way the other parents acted around their children and it made the girl wonder why it was so different for her and her brother.

Why couldn´t her parents act like that?

The soft stroking of her hand, paired with the gentle music still playing, was slowly lulling her into a trance which was only broken by the door being opened from the inside.

It was Sang-mi, Hongjoongs mother, wrapped in a sleeping robe, checking for the source of the music!

“Oh sweetheart, what are you still doing awake? It´s almost 1 in the morning?”

The woman asked, sounding a little worried.

Heeyoung flinched at being addressed so suddenly and the cat on her lap threw the older woman a nasty look as if to say, “Why are you bothering us?”.

Whipping her head around to look at the woman who was obviously asleep not too long ago, Heeyoung bowed as best as she could without disturbing the cat any further.

“Sang-mi-ssi, I’m sorry! Did I wake you? I can stop the music if it´s too loud?”

“Don´t be ridiculous dear and please it´s eomeoni for you!”

Sang-mi sat down in the other chair next to her.

“And now tell me what´s on that beautiful mind of yours. Joong-ah mentioned you have trouble sleeping sometimes, is that it?”

The worry in her tone was still audible and Heeyoung felt bad.

“I´m used to it, please don´t worry about me eomeoni! I was just thinking and enjoying the quiet. That´s hard to do with a dorm filled with boys…”

Heeyoung looked at the cat, scratching behind its ear.

Sang-mi´s eyes fell on the feline as well. She hummed in understanding.

“You know, Hongjoong speaks very highly of you. Always has ever since he wanted you to join him as a trainee! And I think, whatever he saw in you, was only a small fraction of what´s hiding behind all those walls you have built around yourself!”

Not knowing what to say, Heeyoung just looked at the other woman who saw her silence as invitation to continue talking.

“I don´t know why you wanted to stay back in the dorm. I’m guessing it´s not just because your parents aren’t home but I want you to know that, if you want, you can join my son anytime when he visits us. You´ll always have a place here if you need it okay sweetheart?”

Heeyoung could feel herself tearing up. Not enough to outright cry, but enough to have her eyes glaze over.

The softness of Sang-mi offering her home to her, made the girl want to curl into the warmth she radiated!

“Home was never with my parents. Not even when I was still a trainee at Pledis, and for a long time I just thought I didn´t have one. I had a place where I lived but not… a home…”

“And now?”

“Now? The boys are home to me… the dorm is because that´s where the boys are and even when they´re gone, the dorm still feels like it…”

“Home isn´t a place to most people! It´s where your loved ones are!”

The girl could only nod.

It made sense!

The members had been the only thing keeping her upright at times and throughout all the struggles and fear they had gone through before their debut, it had always been 9 makes one team and nothing less!

The rain of thought got cut short as a yawn threatened to overcome Heeyoung.

“I think it´s time for you to go to bed now too. Don´t want to have my boy having a heart attack because you suddenly vanished into thin air.”

With these words Sang-mi got up and went inside, only stopping to turn and say one more thing before vanishing behind the door.

“By the way Heeyoung-ah, this cat you’re holding, hates every one! You’re the first person I know he´s that cuddly with!”

The cat blinked sleepily at Heeyoung and as if he knew that she would be getting up now, it jumped down and trotted back into the dark.

Heeyoung had to gather her thoughts before she too, went inside.

In Hongjoongs room, the leader was peacefully snoring without a care in the world!

The talking with his mother had stirred something inside of her, something that didn´t want to sleep alone in the bed and that´s how the girl found herself kneeling down next to her same aged friend, shaking him ever so slightly awake.

It was like he had a sensor for when he was needed because the boy could probably sleep through an earthquake if he wanted to, but his leader sense made him wake up anytime one of the members needed something!

A little grumpy but none the less awake enough to comprehend he was being talked to, he voiced out a rough, “What?”, while trying to open his eyes.

“Can I sleep with you?”

The request paired with how tiny the girl sounded and looked made him soft and without further ado he lifted the blanket he had been wrapped in, to let her crawl under it.

It was like having a giant clingy teddy bear attached to his front and Hongjoong, skinship hater number 1, wouldn´t have it any other way!

Taglist: @andjeoidjavo @sunghoonieee @stopeatread @neohyxn

#ateez #ateez 9th member #9th member of ateez #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop extra member #ateez addition #ateez added member #ateez female member #ateez female addition

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justeclotilde · 10 months

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Thoughts on LEGO Monkie Kid, pacing, and season 5

I’m taking this from Twitter, but basically this thread about “Say something BAD about the show Monkie Kid” came up and my biggest gripe so far has been : The show has way too short episodes. Like, 11min30. And tries to do SO MUCH in those 11min30 that either somethings get scrapped (DBFamily but not just that) or big important elements get solved way too fast (Samadhi fire and broken scroll among other things). And it steams I think from the fact that the show went from episodic to serialised while keeping the same amount of time.

I ramble : I see a lot of newcomers say that they jumped s1 and 2 and really started with s3/4, and while everyone has their reasons I think that’s silly Because that format is what made me love the characters and settings in the first place. The episodes are short, so the show can only focus on a tiny thing, but sprinkled LBD being a menace throughout the season, with the spider gang being a menace. And now ? lBD is still reveared as one of the best villains, and Spidergang is still very appreciated. Same thing for DBF : Red Son was slowly developed through s1, and returned on s3 Granted he wasn’t in s2, but since he was a major part of s1, and the spider queen special, we grew to care about him and the family to an extent. Because that’s what the show is good at ! Characters interactions, character personalities, CHARACTERS !! And now, the show is going for serialised, which is great and maintains attention, but it wants to do too much with the same amount of time: - In s2 : LBD took 10 ep to build her mech. MK started slowly to grow, and his relationships were explored one ep at a time. Slowly. - In s4 : we lose SWK, MK meets Azure, we learn about Tang, Pigsy and Sandy through their ancestors, we start to question MK’s existence, Monkey MK, the scroll is a menace, Azure betrays the group, MK loses his mentor and morale, DBF is important but scrolled, the JE is defeated and BAM world explodes we have to kill God in 4 episodes now.

Granted for the characters as well it feels rushed. We don’t have to see everything either. Of course. They have a life outside the show. And overall they did a good job in those 11 bloody minutes 30.

But

But.

Now that we have a bit of breathing room, maybe it’s time to have that character moment by episode we’ve been asking for instead of cramming feelings and heartfelt conversations in an episode while the world is teared apart outside. Especially since we’ve seen the characters go through hell for a whole season. MK needs to breath but he isn’t the only one. We could have an episode on Red Son and his time in the scroll, an episode on MK going monkey a whole episode, an episode on SWK and Macaque in coloc, an episode on Tang Pigsy and Sandy trying to get back to their lives since they’re the most normal of the bunch - technically (cuz apparently having episodes focused on them in s4 wasn’t enough to have conversations about it but that’s a gripe i have with the community for LATER). We could have SWK and DBF reminisce on their time together, since DBK is one of the last friend that doesn’t QUITE hate him anymore, or an episode on how Nezha starts rebuilding Heaven by himself while keeping the JE power safe, or an episode on Mei just being awesome honestly, like just Mei observing MK going insane and being the girlboss she is, especially since she went through the whole “excess power that could kill everyone you love” and is still living with that, in a way. That could answer where the Samadhi fire business went. Cuz like in real life some things are tamed but don’t disappear, she might still be struggling but has learned to live with it. And MK is going through a similar path. We could also have Red Son in this one since he’s honestly the most controlled in a way.

And through all that… discretly… the world starts to break apart again ? Tears appear and with it new monsters and ghosts of the past maybe start seeping from the Underworld ? Maybe an unmasked man tries to prevent Mk’s attemps at coming back to some normal because as long as he’s confused and scared he stays the Harbinger of Chaos ? Idk ! TL:DR A lot of critics I see sum up as « They should show this more, why did THIS disappear out of nowhere, this is wasted potential », which seeps from the show not having time to show all that happens at once. Maybe it’s time to take a breather and tackle the problems one at a time again, ep by ep, like in season 2. And then go back to « We’re all gonna die in 4 episodes » to get the panic back on track.

Anyway Please come talk to me about the show and your theories, or headcanons about what the characters are doing now that the wreck of S4 has rolled past them. I wanna talk about my babies some more...

#monkie kid theories #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #monkie kid mk #monkie kid mei #monkie kid red son #monkie kid dbk #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid tang #monkie kid pigsy #monkie kid sandy #monkie kid nezha #monkie kid season 4 #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk season 4 special spoilers #lmk season 5 #i'm putting maybe too many tags but i really just want to converse a bit

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justauthoring · 2 years

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Shadow of Yourself [8/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: we have arrived -- it’s the arm-breaking episode.

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x04, 03x05 and 03x06 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, demetri gets his arm broken..., etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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EVERYTHING’S CHANGED:

“I cannot believe you’re partnered with Yasmine of all people.”

Demetri just laughs, rolling his eyes as he shrugs. His movements are slightly restricted by the very large, very delicate project he’d basically built his entire self for the sake of Yasmine and their project. “Doesn’t bother me,” he reminds you, “she’s the girl of my dreams.”

Rolling your eyes, you step forward, moving to open the cafeteria doors for him–seeing as his hands were full. “Well, it bothers me.” You can’t help the pout that curls onto your lips at your words.

However, when you turn to look at Demetri, he’s since stopped bothering to listen to you. His focus is on Yasmine, who is sitting at a table with Moon, and there’s a huge grin curling onto his lips. “Hey!” Demetri calls out, “you ready to rock…” He places the project piece on the table, taking a seat next to Yasmine, while you take one next to Moon. “Our earth science presentation?”

“I’m ready to go back to a world where we don’t have to talk on a regular basis,” Yasmine scoffs.

Quirking a brow, you tilt your head; “me too.”

“Hey, hey!” Demetri calls out, outweighing your comment to yourself. “My popularity’s on the rise, while yours is steadily declining.” Yasmine tenses at that, sitting up straighter. “But, uh, maybe we can meet in the middle, like a s*xual Venn diagram.”

Moon lets out a giggle, while you scoff (though unable to stop the smile on your lips). But what entertains you more is the disgusted look on Yasmine’s face as he spits out; “ew!”

“So,” Moon says, “what’s under the sheet?”

“I’m glad you asked.”

Demetri moves a stand, pulling off that cloth that had covered his project to reveal a very intricate and detailed Lego model of a volcano system. Your eyes widen as you take it in, every time you look over it you find something new, and honestly, you knew Demetri was smart and skilled in what he loved–you just never thought he’d make something this impressive.

“Behold…” Demetri holds his hands out before him for added effect, “what scientists believe to be the Valley when dinosaurs roamed the Earth.”

“Remind me to get you to help me with my projects,” you comment, turning to Demetri with a laugh. “This is amazing.”

He smiles at you, before turning back to Yasmine. “Go ahead,” he says to her, “press the hadrosaur egg.”

Yasmine hesitates a moment, before slowly reaching forward. The second she presses the button, a series of birds screeching echo across the otherwise silent table that had quieted down in anticipation. Then, the volcano roars, smoke erupting from the top as you let out a laugh in amazement.

“Not bad!” Yasmine grins, the expression on her face completely different then it had been seconds prior. “My parents may not have to pay for my A this time.”

“Oh, your parents will never have to pay for an A again.”

“Okay,” you shake your head, turning to Demetri. “That’s enough of that.”

Moon laughs, making you turn to her as she smiles at Demetri. “Seriously, though, Demetri,” she grins brightly, “this is so cool.”

“Yeah,” you nod, setting your hand on Demetri’s arm as you gesture towards the project. “Seriously. I didn’t know you could make something like this, not to mention intricate.”

“I know,” Demetri says, a little boastful but you feel he deserves it. “This thing is a masterpiece. And, everything is to scale. And at eight-thousand-two-hundred-and-fifty-one individual pieces, this meticulously assembled model represents the exact moment before the asteroid hit–”

Demetri doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying. In the next second, something yellow flashes by, narrowly missing you as you reel back in surprise. It’s a soccer ball and it does, however, smack right into the volcano of Demetri’s project, smashing it into pieces and thus destroying it in a matter of seconds.

When you turn your head in the direction the ball had come, your eyes narrow at the sight of Eli.

“Oh, pfft, I’m sorry, man,” Eli laughs, making his way over to the group of you, his focus entirely on Demetri. “Looks like my ball just got away from me.” One of his friends toss it back to him, him easily catching it as Demetri turns to him, disbelief written clear across his face.

“That took me three weeks to build.”

“Eh, took my ball three seconds to destroy.”

Pushing yourself to a stand, you glare at Eli, lips parting to say something but you find nothing is able to leave your lips. You’re stunned, and after what had happened the last time the two of you spoke, you don’t know what to say. He just meets your eyes, before turning around, heading back over to his friends.

“Do you have another one?” Yasmine asks, panic written clear across her face.

You see Demetri shuffle on his feet, and the look in his eyes gives it away.

“Wait, Demetri, it’s not worth it!” You call, grabbing his arm to pull him to a halt.

He just shakes his head at you, pulling his arm from your grasp with ease and making his way over to Eli–you right on his heels. “Another week, another p*ssing contest.” He snaps, “although I shouldn’t be surprised since you love p*ssing so much.”

Expression hardening, Eli steps directly in front of Demetri; “you landed one kick. You got lucky.”

“Better back off,” Sam calls out, having walked into the cafeteria and seeing all this, she’d promptly made her way over to you and Demetri. And being the way she is, of course she doesn’t hesitate, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at Eli; “or you won’t be lucky.”

Eli scoffs, lips parting to say something before he pauses, eyes flickering to something past Sam. “Yeah, like you’ll start anything, princess,” he taunts, and your brows furrow at the nickname, lips curling in disgust. “Actually, why don’t you go sleep around with someone new and break his heart?”

That’s all it takes–in the next second, Sam is lunging forward, shoving Eli back directly into his friends.

“What’s going on here, Miss Larusso?”

Your shoulders fall as Counsellor Blatt’s voice echoes across the cafeteria. So that’s what–or rather, who–Eli had been looking at.

“You know our new guidelines against physical contact.” Then, turning to Eli, her face softens. “Did she enter your personal bubble without your verbal consent?”

“Yeah,” Eli nods, curling into himself for the effect of convincing Counsellor Blatt. “She definitely triggered me in my safe space.”

Scoffing, you shake your head.

You can’t believe this.

“What are you talking about? He started by destroying my science project!” Demetri reminds, turning around to gesture at his destroyed Lego model.

“That was an accident!” Eli quickly defends at the look Counsellor Blatt sends him. Then turning to Demetri, he shrugs, “you probably shouldn’t bring your toys to school anyway.”

“I don’t want excuses,” Counsellor Blatt disregards, “I just want you all to respect each other.”

“She’s right , guys.” Right on time, you can’t help but think, turning around to glare at Eli. “We should stop the aggression. Micro and macro.”

“Oh, give me a break,” Sam scoffs.

“Hey,” Counsellor Blatt calls, eyes narrowing at Sam. “Consider this a warning, Miss. Larusso. And get these Legos off the ground, someone could get hurt.”

Stood slightly behind Demetri, you shake your head.

You cannot believe that worked for him.

“For you p*nsies,” Eli calls out, stepping towards Demetri and Sam. “No space is safe.”

He shuffles back, laughing–then, his eyes meet yours briefly, as if remembering you were there, and he falters, just slightly. You just shake your head, swallowing thickly as you move to pull Demetri back.

“Come on, guys. He’s not worth it.”

“These gym shorts pinch in all the wrong places.”

Grinning slightly, Sam shrugs next to you; “come on, have a little school spirit.”

“Oh yeah,” he agrees sarcastically, “go mountain lions!” And then, for added effect, he lets out a light, mocking roar in reaction.

“I personally agree,” you sigh, hugging yourself. “I don’t like them either.”

Sam just shakes her head, finishing tying her shoelaces as she stands up. “You look fine, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

You just smile at her, though it doesn’t reach your eyes, before something catches your eyes. Staring past Sam, you frown when you see Eli and his posse of friends making their way onto the field, shoving anyone and anything out of the way. “Look,” you call, gesturing for Sam and Demetri, and without fault they listen.

By the look on Eli’s face, he clearly thinks he’s all that and more.

It sickens you in a way you can’t rightly explain.

“I wish we could do something about those cretins,” Demetri huffs, shaking his head.

“We can.”

“How?” You question, turning to Sam. “Counselor Blatt will give us detention just for breathing near them.”

Shuffling on her feet, Sam grins; “I don’t see her anywhere, do you?” At that, everyone looks around, and true to her word, Counsellor Blatt is nowhere to be found. “Besides, what’s a soccer game without a little physical contact?”

“I dunno,” you mumble, face scrunching up in concern.

“Come on, Y/N,” Sam argues, shaking her head at you. “They think we’re doormats. Let’s prove ‘em wrong.”

She seems determined, and this pit floods your stomach when you see Demetri smile in agreement.

“I, for one,” you speak up, raising your hand. “Think this is a horrible idea.”

You, for one, were a hundred percent correct.

The gym teacher caught on quickly, which was no surprise to you, and quickly all of you were sent to Counselor Blatt’s office.

Stood outside the door waiting with Sam, Demetri and a few other of your friends, Eli was in there now talking to her, and you feared exactly what lies he was spouting. Counselor Blatt was naïve enough to fall for his tricks back in the cafeteria, you had no doubt he’d be able to convince her of whatever lies he was telling her now.

You knew you should’ve tried to stop Sam and Demetri more–now that the school fight had happened, all the teachers were constantly watching the students. Especially those who had been involved in the fight directly. And given that Eli had already wormed his way onto Counselor Blatt’s good side, this really was a losing game for you and your friends.

The sound of the door opening pulls you from your thoughts and instantly, you straighten out as the first thing you see is Eli. He meets your gaze briefly before shuffling out the door, Counselor Blatt right behind him. She shuts the door behind her, turning to where Cobra Kai is stood; “Caldwell, Johnson, Rickenberger, and,” she shifts, turning around, and your eyes widen when her eyes fall on you directly. “Y/L/N. You four and Eli are free to go.”

Wait, what?

Instantly, your eyes flicker over to Eli—he smiles at you, hope in his gaze and you’re instantly frustrated at the fact that he thought simply getting you out of detention or punishment otherwise would change anything. Narrowing your eyes at him, you scoff at him, just as Demetri calls out; “unbelievable.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sam cries, “what about us?”

“The rest of you will be receiving rehabilitative, not punitive, Saturday detention.”

“Detention?” Demetri calls out in disbelief, “oh, great, there goes another blemish on my permanent record.”

“This is bullsh*t!” Sam practically yells, causing you to wince in response.

“Miss Larusso! That is not how we express ourselves here. I think you need two weekends of rehabilitative detention.”

Gasping, Sam falters on the spot, before she’s raising her hand, slamming it on the locker next to her. “This school sucks!” And then, before anyone else can get a word in edgewise, she’s stomping off in anger.

Eyes flickering from the way Sam went and back to Counselor Blatt, Demetri hesitates; “I-I don’t know her that well.”

Counselor Blatt just quirks a brow, and with a sigh, Demetri turns, walking off with a simple wave your way as the other two follow him. You hesitate on the spot, turning to Counselor Blatt. “I-I don’t understand, Counselor Blatt,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands as you shake your head at her. “Why did I not get detention like them?”

Smiling, Counselor Blatt shakes her head; “Eli spoke of your reluctance to violence. He told me how you tried to get your friends to stop attacking Eli and his. Actions like that deserve rewards, Miss Y/L/N, not punishment.” Then, pausing, she falters; “though, your friends a-aren’t receiving punishment either. Just… rehabilitative detention.”

Nodding, you just sigh, letting her walk off as you stare in the direction Sam and Demetri had gone, and then the direction Eli had.

It takes you a split second to make your decision, before you’re moving, rushing down the hallway, and then turning, heading spinning around to find sight of who you’re looking for. You reach the main entrance of the school, and hear familiar laughter, head spinning around behind you, instantly catching sight of a familiar red.

Stalking forward, you shake your head; “did you think I’d be grateful?”

Eli pauses at the sound of your voice, eyes flickering to you before back to his friends. “I’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?” He offers, voice low as they nod, sending one final look at you, to which you glare back, before heading off, leaving you and Eli alone.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raise a brow at Eli, waiting for him to speak.

“I just told the truth,” he shrugs, “that’s all.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “If you told the truth, then you and your friends would’ve gotten detention too.”

“Hey, they attacked us first,” Eli smirks.

“After you broke Demetri’s science project in the cafeteria!” You argue, shaking your head in bafflement. “How can you think you’re in the right here?”

“Because,” Eli hisses, narrowing his eyes at you. “They deserve it.”

“They’re my friends,” you remind, holding your hands out before you, “shouldn’t I deserve it too?”

“No,” he says with ease, without hesitation. “Not you.”

Snarling, you step back from him. “I told you I was done, to leave me alone. Why can’t you just do that?”

“Because you also said you liked me,” he reminds, “and I’m determined to make you remember why.”

Huffing, you let out a short laugh; “you’re doing a great job at it.”

And with that, you turn, moving to walk off–you miss the way Eli’s face hardens, jaw tensing as his eyes narrow in anger. But even if you had seen it, you wouldn’t have cared.

Not outwardly, anyway.

“Just for the record, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“They have to pay,” Sam argues, shaking her head at you, “they can’t just think they can walk all over us.”

“Yeah, but now that your mom found out we were training again, she hasn’t let us.” You remind, grabbing Sam by the arm to pull her back before she enters the arcade. “We aren’t as trained as them. We don’t even have a sensei anymore!” Meeting her gaze, you practically plead; “I think we should just stop and think about this for a minute.”

She scoffs, eyes narrowing darkly (a look Sam has never regarded you with), as she scoffs. “You just don’t want your boyfriend getting hurt.”

Reeling back at her words, shock floods you. Your hand leaves her arm, pulling back at first from the bafflement before hovering in front of you as hurt floods your gaze. “I already told you I had nothing to do with Eli getting me out of detention,” you shake your head, “I even tried to get Counselor Blatt to give me detention.”

Rolling her eyes, Sam just scoffs at you, turning around. “Whatever, Y/N.”

Lips left parted in disbelief, you pull your arm back to yourself, hugging yourself slightly. You don’t know what to do, in that moment it feels like you can’t even move—stuck in the middle of the arcade as Sam’s words repeat like a mantra inside of your head.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Demetri calls out, placing his hand on your shoulder as you turn to look at him. “We all know you’re with us.” Offering you a small smile, you meet his eyes, before glancing at the rest, they all smile at you too, nodding and some of the hurt fades as you nod.

Sam was just upset—everyone was but you know she was also struggling. She hasn’t really told you and anytime you’ve tried to talk to her, she’s adamantly avoided the subject. But you can tell. She isn’t herself and that’s making her act out.

There was no point dwelling on it. At least not now.

Following closely behind Demetri, you all come to a stop when you meet up with Chris.

“Where are they?” Sam asks without hesitation.

“They snuck into the old laser tag place,” he explains.

“How many?”

“Four of them.”

“Five of us,” Sam nods, “I like our odds.”

“I gotta say, Sam,” Demetri says, meeting your gaze as reference back to your own reluctance, “are you sure we should be doing this?”

You hope, just briefly, that maybe she’ll listen to reason–if not from you, at least Demetri.

But, all she does is smile, shrugging; “we’re not on school property. This is our chance to fight back.”

It breaks out into a full fledged fight.

Exactly like you’d expected it to.

The second the five of you walk into the old laser tag area, it isn’t hard to spot them. When you walk in, the first one you see is, no surprise, Eli. He promptly avoids your gaze, settling it on Demetri instead as everyone instantly races at one another.

You lose sight of Eli almost immediately, and it’s like he’s purposefully trying to avoid you. Normally, it was the other way around, but you wanted to keep an eye on him and Demetri–make sure he didn’t go after him. While Demetri may have won the last fight, that didn’t mean he’d win this one.

But you couldn’t find him. It was hard enough to see in the dark already, even more so when bodies blended in together and you were dodging hit after hit.

Though, it was, nonetheless, to your advantage. Sam was right, having even just one more person helped sway the fight, especially when you guys hadn’t been able to train as often or as frequently as Eli and the rest of Cobra Kai.

At least, that was the case until Tory and more of Cobra Kai came in.

The advantage was lost within seconds.

“Sam Larusso.”

And instantly, you know your bad feeling was rightly placed.

“Where are you, b*tch?”

Dodging a hit, you duck under, glancing behind you to where Sam was only to see this look of fear across her face. Your eyes widen as you watch her shuffle back, everything that’s going on around her fading to the back of her mind as Tory calls out for her. It’s obvious she’s scared of her, and given what had happened to her, you don’t blame Sam–but this… this was exactly what you feared would happen.

Sam was one of, if not you’re strongest fighters. Without her there was no chance, even less so now that it was Miyagi-Do that was outmatched.

Turning to her, you reach out for her; “Sam–!”

You feel a punch hit you directly in the cheek, a groan of pain leaving your lips as you stumble back, losing your footing as you go crashing to the ground. Your vision blurs for a moment, feeling blood pour from his mouth, as your head lolls. You’re on your back, but slowly you flip yourself around, until you’re on your stomach, trying to push yourself up to your feet.

It’s then you see–Eli and Demetri. They’re fighting, but it’s clear whose winning. In a split second, the battle ends up in Cobra Kia’s favour and it’s no different for Demetri. Your eyes widen, panic striking you deep as you watch Eli kick Demetri to the ground, before grabbing him by the arm and pinning him on his stomach by bending it backwards.

Pushing yourself up to your feet without a second of hesitation, desperate to help Demetri, you make it two steps before a pair of arms circle around you. They grab at your arms, holding you back and in place as you fight to break out of the strong grip. When you turn your head enough, you realize it’s the same boy from before–the one who’d tried to hurt you during the school fight. He has a smirk across his face as his grip tightens, turning painful.

“No!”

Head snapping back to Eli and Demetri, your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.

But none of that matters.

“Please, stop!”

Not when you hear Demetri begging for mercy.

“Eli, stop!”

Not when you see Eli holding Demetri’s arm back, seconds away from breaking it.

“Stop!”

He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t actually break his…

“It’s me,” Demetri cries, desperate, pleading, “don’t do it, no!”

“Eli!” You scream, the words leaving your lips before it even registers in your mind. You’re screaming words you don’t even realize, panic striking you so deep that you feel like you can’t breathe. “Please, don’t! Eli!”

But he isn’t looking at you. He isn’t paying attention to you.

“Finish him!” Tory taunts, “he deserves it!”

“Do it, Hawk!”

“No, no,” Demetri pleads, “I’ll go! I’ll go!”

“He’s not a freak.”

All eyes turn to you as you speak, standing there with your arms crossed and a nasty glare on your face.

“And he isn’t ugly either.”

The boy, the one who’d been bullying Eli and Demetri (specifically Eli) two seconds ago, turns to you, scoffing. “You’re telling me you can actually look at his face without being disgusted?” He gestures to Eli, who stares back uncomfortably, hand hovering in front of his lips, “I mean.., look at him.”

“Yeah, I can,” you shrug, “you just can’t because you’re a jerk. Nothing but a bully”

The boy's eyes narrow, offended by what you’d said, moving to step towards you.

“Just what is happening here?”

The sound a voice calling out to him halts him and both your heads snap over to see who it is. It’s a teacher, his face narrowed in suspicion as he steps towards you both, hands on his hips.

You don’t hesitate to speak;

“Jason was bullying Eli, Mr. Anderson. I was just telling him to stop.”

The words leave your lips with ease, just as Jason’s eyes widen.

Mr. Anderson turns to Jason, brow raised; “is that true, Jason?”

“I-I–”

Mr. Anderson just sighs, shaking his head—the answer is clear. “Come with me to the principal’s office, now.”

He glares at you as he walks by, but you just shake your head, staring at him with a blank expression, waiting for him to walk off before you let yourself relax. Hands falling by your side, you make your way over to the table Eli and Demetri are sitting at, smiling softly.

“Sorry about him, he’s just a bully,” you shake your head, grinning at the both of them. “And you shouldn’t listen to him.”

The two just stare at you in disbelief.

Shaking your head at their reactions, you laugh; “what, have you never had a girl talk to you before?”

Glancing at each other, Demetri nods; “actually, yes.”

You let out a giggle, “well, I’m Y/N.” You smile brightly, teasingly introducing yourself, eyes twinkling with warmth as you let your gaze flicker from Demetri, over to Eli. “I’ve actually been meaning to introduce myself for a bit… I’m new and I don’t really have any friends, so…”

Lips parting, Eli gestures to him and Demetri; “and you want to be friends with us?”

“Yeah,” Demetri nods, “you do realize we’re losers, right?”

Shrugging, you just grin; “I’d rather be friends with losers than bully’s.”

Turning to look at each other, Eli and Demetri smile in disbelief.

“Eli, please!”

In the next second, the sound of bones cracking echo.

Demetri wails in pain, and then the arms around you leave, dropping you to your knees with a thud. A sob wretches past your lips as you hug yourself, staring at Demetri as he curls into himself, screaming in pain.

You can’t… you can’t believe he actually…

That Eli would…

Pushing yourself to your feet, you sway on your feet, stumbling forward as you move towards Demetri. He barely registers you’re there, and as you kneel next to him, your hands are held out towards you, unsure how to help. The sight of his arm is one you can’t bare to look at and his screams of pain pierce your heart, making your vision blur even more as the tears continue to stream down your cheeks.

You see a shadow out of the corner of your eye, and turning, you see that Eli still hasn’t left like the rest of his friends.

His gaze is on Demetri, but when he feels you staring at him, he turns to look at you.

You don’t see the look in his eyes, the look of regret, however small, that remains in his eyes–you don’t care either.

You… He broke Demetri’s arm…

Hurt Demetri…

This was far beyond attacking him in the mall or the school, this was more than just bullying him and destroying his things–this… this was terrifying.

This was something you’d never thought Eli would be possible if doing. Something, no matter how much he changed, you never would’ve even thought he’d do.

And for him to do it, it made you think that maybe Eli really was gone.

Hugging yourself tightly, you watching as Mrs. Larusso hugs Sam, comforting her as she breaks down.

Demetri was currently being looked at by a doctor right now. You’d gone to the hospital to be checked out briefly as well, but of course, compared to Demetri–your injuries were nothing.

And now you were left waiting. It felt wrong to leave without being able to check in on Demetri first and honestly, you didn’t know where to go. You were scared to move from the spot, scared to even speak—you could feel yourself shaking, getting lost in your own thoughts as you sat there.

“Y/N.”

Freezing at the sound of your mother’s voice, you hesitate to glance at her. You’d known the hospital had called her, you just hadn’t thought, or rather it hadn’t occurred to you, that she’d come here herself.

You can only imagine how angry she is, how disappointed she must be in you…

Footsteps growing nearer, your mother doesn’t stop until she’s directly in front of you.

You expect to hear yelling, or at least scolding of some kind. But instead, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, pulling you against warmth as your eyes widen in disbelief, freezing in your mothers arms, staring past her. Her hand moves to cradle the back of your head, holding you close, as then, slowly, you feel your resolve fade and the tears flood all over again.

In that moment, it doesn’t matter. Not her neglect, not how angry you’d been at her, not how lonely you were without her. All that mattered was that she was here, holding you and right now, that was all you needed.

“Mom,” you cry, voice breaking as you grab onto her, practically clinging onto her. “He… Eli broke Demetri’s arm…”

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothes, running her hand through your hair as she hugs you tighter.

“I couldn’t do anything to stop him!” You sob, “I… I couldn’t do anything!”

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

Shaking your head, you just cry, “why would Eli… why would he do that, mom? Why?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she pulls back, moving to cup your cheeks as she gently brushes away your tears. “I don’t know what’s happening. Y/N. I… I need you to tell me. Then, I can help you, okay?” Shaking your head, she just nods, meeting your eyes; “I promise you.”

Lips parting, you hesitate.

“I want to be there for you, Y/N,” she whispers, “but I need you to let me.”

Nodding slowly, you let out a heavy exhale, hands shaking as you move to hold them in front of you. “Okay,” you ease out, moving to meet her gaze. “Okay, mom.”

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generouskittentidalwave · 8 months

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I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH THE KUNG FU PANDA SERIES, I'M GRABBING IT BY THE THROAT AND DRAGGING IT TO THE DEPTHS

JUST COME'RE, COME'RE FOR A MINUTE AND EXPLAIN TO ME

WHAT. THE FUCK. IS THIS?

This has GOTTA be another Macaque disguise in order to mess with Wukong's image cause I refuse to believe that THIS is Wukong.

Now don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with adaptions made of our beloved monkey gremlin, a lot of them are super cool and well made! But there is a difference between an adaption and then just full on disgracing the source material BECAUSE HOW CAN ONE FUCK UP THIS BADLY ON SUCH A WELL KNOWN AND BELOVED CHARACTER? OKAY SIT DOWN FOR CLASS TIME AND LET ME STATE MY CASE.

First of all the looks, why is only one eye red and gold? I'm sorry but if I remember correctly Wukong wasn't half way in the furnace. My second gripe is with the monkey species they chose for him. Listen, Wukong is supposed to be the representation and embodiment of a monkey, he isn't supposed to be a specific species of monkey in the first place as he is not only his own species of monkey but he is supposed to represent all the monkey species. So making him into a specific species of monkey doesn't work all that well in the first place, but out of all the species they could've picked why the species that looks like a reverse oompa loompa?

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS POWERS

Okay okay, get this, not only did they heavily nerf him, but they also made it so all his power comes from THE GOLDEN CIRCLET. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT THEY MADE THE TRAUMA RING AROUND HIS HEAD INTO A CROWN THAT GIVES HIM POWERS AND THAT HE WANTS TO GET THE CROWN BACK.

The crown is most known for being the equivalent of a shock collar for him, how do you mess that one up THAT BAD?

And we haven't even touched on his backstory yet oh no no no no. Sit down as you are gonna LOVE this one folks

Apparently Wukong was great friends with the gods in heaven until he was framed for something he didn't do and was imprisoned, not in the mountains by the Buddha, but was imprisoned in the red jade mines for it. Not only that but he basically poisoned Po and his trainees as he could only get out if he replaced himself in the mines with another and keep them there until like sunset. First of all Wukong would never do that in the first place sure he was impulsive and reckless but he wasn't bad for the sake of being bad, he was just a bit of a trouble maker that needed proper guidance. NOT ONLY THAT BUT PO'S TRAINEES WHO ARE LITERALLY KIDS BEAT HIM. LIKE- HELLO? LITERAL KIDS BEAT SUN WUKONG? THE MOST OP CHARACTER IN KNOWN HISTORY?

Apparently the ldb was the one behind things and Wukong needed to stop her which we saw that be done much better in Lego Monkie Kid (amazing show I HIGHLY recommend watching that instead of this). And Wukong redeemed himself and became besties with the gods again.

OH OH AND TO ADD MORE SALT TO THE WOUND? MONKEY'S BROTHER IN KFP IS NAMED "WU KONG", THE SAME BROTHER WHO CAUSED THEIR OWN MOM TO DIE DUE TO HIS OWN SELFISHNESS.

LIKE BRO WTF DO THEY HAVE AGAINST WUKONG? WHY ALL THE BEEF AGAINST SUCH A BELOVED AND AMAZING CHARACTER AND MAKING HIM OUT TO BE A HORRIBLE AND PATHETIC GUY WHEN HE ISN'T?

Kung Fu Panda is beloved by China for it's good representation and understanding of it's culture, so how the franchise could let one of the most well known characters in Chinese mythology and stories get slanderized THIS BADLY by one of their spin off series is beyond me.

I know this has just been me ranting about how a recurring character in a series was characterized in a spin off series kid show people hardly know about but like- for some reason I was just absolutely flabbergasted by this characterization of Wukong as a whole in a franchise that's known for doing plenty of good research on chinese culture, mythology, belief and stories. My only hope is that this was Macaque disguised as a fake Wukong the whole time just pulling a funny prank.

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Ways to My Heart

Donatello X Reader

Summary: Request: Originally based on “Ways to Break My Heart” by Ed Sheeran but it got healthier

A/n: Apparently I appear every Christmas and rewrite an old prompt. And now that I'm older and healthier, it's kinda fun. And y'all were right, we're not about to be a rebound. So, for my dear @witchancunin, I hope you don't mind that it's been four years.

Autumn was settling in. With the wave after wave of rain that we had, there were little colors to the dying trees. Some scientific reason about fungi and decay. Donnie had explained it, but I barely payed attention.

Not that I wasn’t paying attention to him: I was too focused. We were working on a new lego set and I had one to many to drink to pit the small plastic pieces together so he took over and his fingers though larger than mine, were so nimble and they pursued the legos with ease as he assembled a BD-1 droid: my present to him after we finished The Fallen Order together.

The thought of us playing made me smile. I played through most of the game, getting my Star Wars fix, but when it became too difficult, I’d get so frustrated and Donnie would laugh and take the controller from me and defeat whatever stood in my way. I loved and hated him for it.

But that didn’t change the fact that New York was wet and colorless.

I took the hidden alley, now slick with today’s chilled rain, and followed the path down to his home and the warmth it offered. And when winter came and I missed the heat of my hometown—which was safe and sound in the middle of Georgia—four brothers did their best to keep me temperate: Mikey was all hugs; Raphael actually knitted me a sweater last winter (yes it was purple, no I don’t want to talk about it); Leo let me invade his space now and again if he was meditating; and Donnie… well there was no place warmer than his lab. Between the tech and the constant blush he knew how to get on my face and down my neck… it was where I spent most of my time.

“Still no color,” I sighed, shrugging off my coat and hanging it in my usual spot by his door.

“I told you there wouldn’t bet be,” His eyes flashed to mine before returning to his project.

“A girl can dream,” A smile touched my lips as I wandered over to see what he was working on.

In front of him was a circuit board and he was soldering wires to the metal with such precision. I left him to it, having no idea the plans in his head of creation, and I found my book on one of his other work stations. Picking it up, I resumed reading—a romance novel I let myself indulge in now and again when I was over stressed. This one was about chess and it was set in Jersey, which I found hysterical.

I must have made a sound, or a face, or some sort of tell because I heard his voice pulling me from the fictional world.

“What did Nolan do now?” Donnie asked, pushing back from his desk and over to where I was curled up.

“Not Nolan,” the story’s main guy. “It’s Oz. He’s definitely telling off Mallory right now,”

“Oooo what did she do?” I had his full attention. And it wasn’t the first time. He insisted that every time I read a book I tell him about it, despite the many insistings that he read them himself.

“I like your perspective,” He told me once. “Books are dull, dry, but you bring them alive,”

So, I launched into the tale, weaving the complexities of the plot with my words and gestures, the poor book being waved around. And all the while his eyes stayed on mine, and he gave the softest smile that belonged to only me.

He always kept me warm.

When it go late enough, and we had joined his family in having pizza and watching tv (we were currently going through the newer She-Ra on Netflix), I had to trek back out into the cold.

“Let me take you home,” Donnie piped up, seeing me get my coat and boots.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” I rolled my eyes.

“I know,” He said with such certainty. “Let me do it anyway.” There was that warmth again.

“Okay,”

Raph gave me a knowing look but I ignored him.

And like greeting an old friend, we had our routine. Donnie would stay, and we’d curl up on my couch and watch old reruns of Doctor Who until we were both asleep in the comfort of my apartment.

And it was warm.

……………………………….

Then April came.

And God it was so nice to have a friend who was in on the secret. We explored New York together, had movie nights, and so many girl talks that may have involved some alcohol.

But it meant I had to watch Donnie fall head over heels for her—from my usual spot in his lab, as he showed her all of his projects, chattering happily.

I told myself it didn’t bother me. And it didn’t.

Sorta.

Maybe?

Shut up.

Hiding it from Donnie was easy. Hiding it from the rest of his family? Not so much.

“You okay kid?” Raph asked, standing beside me as Donnie explained the entire Shell-Razer to April.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” My voice was low.

“Because my brother’s an ass,”

I laughed humorlessly. “We weren’t together Raph.” A shrug fell from my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the lingering chill. “It’s fine. I’m—fine.”

It was a few weeks later that I came to the lair; always having an excuse to not accompany April. I could see it in her eyes that she knew something was up, but she didn’t call me out on it—yet.

“Miss Y/n,” Splinter stopped me as I entered.

“Master Splinter,” I gave a small head nod.

“Let’s talk child,” His words caught me off guard.

“Um. Okay,” I followed him to the meditation room that was lit softly with sparse candles.

“You have not been coming around as often.” It was a statement. Not a question.

“Yeah,” I knew no excuse would work on the old master, and the father of four boys.

“Is everything alright?” He rose an eyebrow and I gave a feeble lie:

“Yeah,”

He nodded. “Let’s try that again. Everything is not alright.”

Tears glossed my vision and the familiar pain flooded my chest like ice. I tilted my chin back, holding my head high.

“Master, there’s nothing I can do.” I opened my mouth to continue trying to find the courage. “I care deeply for him,” My eyes trained on a candle flame. “But I never told him and… that’s my consequence to live with,”

“I see,” His wise voice held so much understanding that it washed over me. “And because of that choice, you do not come around as often?”

“It hurts less,” That was the simple fact. “I don’t have to watch him…”

“Chase after April?” Splinter filled in knowing.

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “Perhaps you and April should talk,”

“Look, I don’t—“

“Y/n,” He cut me off and I pursed my lips. “April is your best friend, and I have a feeling she wants to help you,”

“I know,” He was right, and maybe hearing git gave me the courage to say something after all. A smile touched my lips. “Thanks Sensei.”

“I care about my family,” He said. “And that includes my daughters,”

Tears stung my eyes again as he gave me a hug.

“Thank you,”

“Of course, child,”

……………………………………….

April and I did sit down and talk. More of she called me out on moping and avoiding the subject. So, we sat on our fire escape and talked. About everything.

She knew when she first got there that there was something going on between Donnie and me. And though she loved the brothers, she didn’t like Donnie that way. She also knew that was the reason I was avoiding going to the lair.

“I’m sorry,” She said.

“For what?” I almost laughed.

“Because, before I came, there would have been no doubt that you and Donnie would be together by now,”

“Hey I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” I smiled. “And if… if Donnie wants to be… whatever the heck this is, I can handle it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” April said. “I want you to be happy Y/n. And I want you back at the lair. I… I just want you to have your life back,”

“It wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

“I know,” She laughed. “But I am going to talk to Donnie,” She must have seen the horror on my face. “Not about you! God no! But I’m gonna tell him that I don’t feel that way about him, and hopefully he gets the message,”

I nodded. “Thanks April,”

When April had told me that Donnie took their talk semi-well, I still gave it a few weeks before I headed to the lair, not wanting to have to pick up the aftermath of his shattered fantasy.

With end of Spring, I had my family back.

There was a cool distance between Donnie and I that was slowly thawing until I was back in his lab reading and he was fidgeting with his tools. It took another week for him to ask me about my book. And another week for him to take me home. And a few more days for his smile to be back. And a couple more for mine to stay. I wrestled with what had happened in the winter and spring, trying to look for the other shoe to drop.

But when the six of us played a board game, or watched movies or even had dinner, all that was felt was camaraderie. Donnie didn’t notice April anymore and he backed down. Raph kept a careful eye just like I did. When he caught my stare, Raph rose an eyebrow at me, glancing to Donnie. I shrugged and smiled.

I didn’t know.

And I think that was okay.

I think I was okay.

With summer, meant my birthday. June 14th. The boys and April insisted on throwing a big party for me in the lair with cake and presents and music and dancing. I hadn’t laughed so much in months.

Donnie offered to walk me home, like always. Like old times. Like now.

We were standing on my roof, all I had to do was climb down the fire escape to the apartment April and I shared.

“Happy birthday,” His smile was back, and God I had missed it. All of the careful walls I had built around myself came crashing down at the simple gesture.

“Thanks Donnie,”

And in the starlight of the roof, alone with the city alive beneath us, he leaned in and his lips were on mine. A stolen kiss that had me wrecked.

Donnie pulled away, wonder in my eyes, and confusion in his.

“I—I’m sorry,” He stammered out, his brows pulling together.

“It’s… it’s okay,” I managed a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, backing away. “That… I didn’t mean—it was a mistake,” He choked out.

My body jerked back with the rejection that crashed over it.

“What?” My voice was as cold as ice.

“I—I don’t know why I did that.”

“Oh, okay,” I managed.

He was gone like a shadow in the night and I stood there frozen.

…………………………………

I must have been up there for too long, because April came up to find me.

“Hey are you okay?” Her voice was concerned.

“Um,” Was all I could manage.

“What happened? Donnie came back and he’s not talking. He’s barricaded himself in his lab.”

“Um.” I said again. “He… he kissed me.”

“Oh my God that’s amazing!” April celebrated, but paused when she saw the dread in my eyes. “Then what happened?”

“He. Um. Said it was a mistake.” I choked out.

“I—I’m—I’m actually going to kill him,” April said. “He said that? To you!? After kissing you!?” She was outraged, and maybe I should have been too, but it was like my entire body had gone into a comatose. She took my hands into hers. I met her eyes. Tears finally thawed and started to fall.

“Oh, honey come here,” She pulled me into a hug and I started crying. Every tear I had denied finally rushed forward, and soon I was sobbing on that roof.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked her, miserable. We had made it back to the flat, and we were curled up on my bed.

“No, honey, you didn’t.” April soothed, petting my hair.

The next morning he was standing in my living room. The two of us. Standing like we had not twenty four hours ago. But the morning was different. Now I couldn’t bare to be near him. It was only because April said I should at least get closure this time that I was even out here.

I stared at him, my lips pursed, waiting for him to say something.

“I’m sorry,” He blurted out. “That—what I said, it wasn’t what I meant.” He started pacing anxiously. “Look, I know that I hurt you with that whole April thing, and I haven’t apologized for that and I really should and I want to!” His words began tumbling together in his nervousness. “And I wanted to do that before I ever did anything else, and God definitely before kissing you, but you were there so close on that roof and you were just beautiful, and I—I’m so sorry,”

I blinked. My face when through a series of expressions before settling on shocked confusion.

“I know!” Donnie insisted. “God, I know and I’m so sorry Y/n. Especially for not explaining last night. But I was panicking and—“ He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for chasing after April like I did. I genuinely thought that you’d never want me like that. And that was a dick thing for me to do. And I’m sorry for hurting you for so long.” He smiled a bit. “And I’m sorry for crossing your boundaries last night. And for not sticking around and explaining. Also a dick move on my part. So… yeah,” He nodded, not daring to meet my eyes.

“Um. Okay,” I managed. “Uh… wow.”

“I know it’s a lot. I’m sorry,” He said.

“You can stop apologizing Donnie,” I gave a small laugh. “That’s um… alright. Thanks? I think?”

“Are you mad?” His eyes met mine. “I don’t know…” I confessed. “Um I think I need a minute. Or two,”

“Right! Yeah! Of course! Take as much time as you need!” He said backing away. “Um—I’m gonna go and give you space, but you can come over or call or anything anytime—we are still having game night tonight, so if you want to come—not that you have to!” He was an anxious mess again.

I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. “Thank you,” I smiled pointedly.

“Right, um… I’ll just be off then,” He nodded, backing away. “Bye.”

“Bye?” I laughed. And like that he was gone again. “Hey April?” I called, knowing she heard all of that.

She emerged from her room.

“You heard all of that right?” I clarified.

“Every word,” She was grinning.

“Why does it all feel so weird?” I asked. “Like really weird.”

“Because that my dear,” April said. “Was emotional maturity.”

“Is that what that looks like?”

“For the most part,” April nodded. “So, what are you feeling?”

“That, it all makes sense? And I want to believe him? And that its still really weird,”

“All fair feelings,” April said.

The hours ticked by until game night at the lair. April and I had gone back and forth about going or not. And when it came time to it… I was putting on my sneakers and grabbing my bag.

I walked into the lair and I felt every stare on me. I was only looking for one gaze though.

“Hey,” He said, getting up, looking genuinely surprised that I was there.

“Hey.” I smiled. “Can we talk?”

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