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Mall is Life | INTRO : She’s Broke, He’s Broke, We’re All Broke!

Summary: Your dad thinks it’s best for you to pay off the credit card that you just maxed out. Meaning, it’s time for you to finally get your very first job…at the mall. As a true blue spoiled daughter from a very rich family, what could possibly happen? Form a labour union and overthrow the oppressive government with 7 other underpaid and overworked guys??? Or maybe just form a bond with them and have the best time of your life?

Pairing: bts x reader

Genre: mall!au, lowkey a sitcom, fluff, eventual angst, and a whole lot of pure crack

Word count: 5.3k+

Notes: As I’m doing final rewrites for this, I overheard my co-teacher call one of our students a “crack” and I honestly have never related hard to a student. Anyways, transferring this from gdocs to tumblr took sooooo long. I literally aged 10 years. I didn’t think writing in this style would be such a pain so I really do hope you enjoy this! Keep safe and hang on while the world still seems like it’s on its way to destruction.

Posted on: 8th of Jan, 2021

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Red

Red is all you see.

Your vision has been clouded by the colour red since the moment you stepped inside the mall.

Sale season is upon you and red tags are everywhere!

Buy one get one for a girlfriend sized “boyfriend t-shirt”, a free cookie if you get 7 drinks, 5% off on your next purchase from Kucci and… Gasp! 75% off for a light sabre handheld immersion blender???

Do you even cook or watch Star Trek or whatever it’s called? Heck no.

bUT IT’S MORE THAN HALF OFF and it looks cool so might as well get it.

Right?

You saunter off towards the sights of free or marked down signs to start making damages.

“Ehem.”

The sound of your best friend, Taehyung’s voice, freezes you in place and you feel like a kid caught in the act of stealing a candy.

Literally, you have both your hands in front of you with your mouth open and watering.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” His hands are placed on his hips, like a slightly inconvenienced Karen.

“Oh, uh...I was just, you know!? About to admire the general splendour!”

He was like, ya right sweetie.

“Shut up. This isn’t a Jane Austen book.”

Well, one can dream.

And lowkey, you were kinda expecting him to not get the reference.

…or even understand what you just said.

Damn.

You really need to give Taehyung some credit.

He is after all, your best friend and that is an achievement in itself.

“Focus, y/n. FOCUS. We’re here on a mission, don’t get distracted.”

Ugh, right.

Reality hit you again like a ton of bricks.

“And as if you can afford anything! Unless, you’re in for some service water.”

You scoff hard.

Though he isn’t lying.

See, the thing is, your family is rich.

Like rich 𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑯.

Like “rent a whole stadium for your dad’s morning run” rich

You, alone, though?

ʰᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵉ

“Sorry, you’re absolutely right. We’re here for one thing only and that is to find a job! We’re not leaving until we get one.”

And that’s what you did for the next two hours

Job hunting

You might be wondering, “If we're so rich then why are we looking for a job?”

Well kids, let me tell you a quick story.

Here’s what happened

A week ago, you had probably the most embarrassing yet most eye opening experience of your life.

You were shopping

(like duh do you have anything else to do?)

And your credit card got…

Wait for it…

…………….

🚫DECLINED🚫

◉.◉

Like, that can happen????

Next thing you know, you’re on the phone with your dad and he is MAD

You don’t even know why he is so pressed about it.

Okay, so you maxed out one of his seemingly endless supply of credit cards.

BIG DEAL.

It’s not like he lost a bunch of money.

Maybe to a normal person, yeah…

BUT to you guys?

Come on! He can earn that money back in like two days.

Besides, he always goes on saying that he'd willingly give everything for you, his one and only princess.

bUT NOoOOoo! He has to teach you to be rEsPoNsIbLe with money! You need to be a 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.

"What? You think I'm a money making machine here?"

Well, tbh he kinda is.

"You think money grows on trees?"

Well, technically, money is paper so...ya it kinda does.

"I don't slave around just so you could plunge yourself in all of your whims!"

Uh, actually.

You kinda do though if we refer back to your whole willingly-give-everything-to-you shtick.

So that wasn't real, huh?

ＡＬＬＭＥＮＤＯＩＳＬＩＥ.

smh

Taehyung, on the other hand...

Well, his mother’s old but rich sugar daddy just recently passed away and unfortunately all his money and prized possessions were inherited by his one and only beloved son.

All they got was a couple of stupid jewelry, which did allow them to pay for a new (less glamorous) apartment, but still

Eh.

What a complete disappointment.

11+ years of being a sugar baby, all for nothing.

So now it’s back to the slums for the both of them.

Sad reacs for a fallen warrior.

I’m talking about Tae’s mother, not the sugar daddy...

THOUGh rip for him. Uh,,,,

He’ll be missed? I guess???

(1 like of this post = 1 respect for him)

DW about his mother though. She doesn’t seem quite fazed by it.

“This is why if you find a rich old bastard, make sure he doesn’t have any kids. That or have an affair with their kid. Oh well, on to the next one.” She told you and Tae during the funeral.

It’s been three months since.

She’s currently working at a hair salon and also,,,,

Taehyung thinks she’s seeing someone again cause she’s been using her designated “𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔” parfum.

WHICH you still don’t know if you should be impressed or be concerned about.

Nonetheless, you respect the hustle of this woman. ✊✊✊✊

Unfortunately, her efforts are still not enough to satisfy their expensive needs so that brings us to the present situation.

Actually, it couldn’t have been more perfect though!

You and your best friend coincidentally just happen to be in the same dilemma.

Kind of

Well, not really

Plus, it’s not really the most pleasant circumstance bUT STILL

The point is, you’re in this together and that’s enough for the both of you.

:’)

“Ugh, this totally blows.” Taehyung says as you both sit on one of the food court booths.

“Which one, us not getting any jobs yet or the fact that we’re hanging at the food court?”

“Get used to it, princess. Honestly, you'll find that the food here isn't as disgusting as you think they are." He says as he fishes for his phone in his man purse.

"Well, at this rate, I won't be able to get used to it since I sTILL haven't found a job. Why are the good stores so demanding? Like, an intensive classroom and in-store training only to have a possibility to get hired??? To think that I'm a loyal Louie Button customer!"

(A/n: This is actually a real procedure for Louis Vuitton, at least in my own experience. But I only applied and never went through with the training cause I figured that it just ain't for me.)

You continue ranting your little heart out about how you could sue these stores for unfair treatment.

Taehyung, though, has long tuned you out and has pointed his full attention to his phone.

This is turning out to be a lot more disastrous than what he anticipated.

So he needs to phone a friend in.

Orrrrr a couple.

He's getting desperate, okay??

The entire spring collection was practically screaming out to him when they entered Kucci.

He's a 𝓚𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓲 𝓫𝓸𝔂 through and through.

He hasn't missed a single Kucci season collection in years.

IN YEARS, PEOPLE!

He can feel his right eye twitch at this blasphemy.

"I'm telling you! These stores are absolutely ungrateful-hEY! Are you even listening??"

"No. I thought that was obvious the second I whipped my phone out."

( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

Rude

He didn't even try to deny it.

"You know, I really don't need you to be mean to me right now."

"Sorry y/n but this…" He lifts his phone up, "is more important right now."

What could possibly be more important than your current problem??

If you don't leave today with any form of productivity, you just might have to sell the entirety of your closet.

And we all know that ain't happening.

"By 'that', you mean?"

His phone vibrates a couple of times, indicating that he just received a bunch of messages.

He instantly opens them, disregarding you once again.

I-

Seriously, thIS bOy!

"Hello???? I'm still here and we're still hideously unemployed!"

He looks up to you with a smile that seems a tad bit too eerie.

Okay, this is somewhat alarming ngl.

"I called in some reinforcements."

Reinforcements... Huh?

What's that supposed to mean?

You stare at him with scrunched brows and mouth slightly agape.

And as if on cue, a male voice rings from behind you.

"Tae! We're here!"

"Jimin! Seokjin hyung!"

Ohhhhhhh

*Looks at the camera*

Them.

♫︎DUN DUN DUN♫︎

For everyone's information, Taehyung grew up a hair away from the poverty line.

He was in his preteen years when their family found success through his mother's sugar daddy.

He didn't grow up rich whICH there's NOthing wrong WiTh THAT.

A person's financial status does not define them.

Taehyung's friends, however, already have a collective definition in your head.

One word

༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ MESS™

♫︎DUN DUN DUN♫︎

A hot mess you are so not willing to become a part of.

Tae keeps them away from you because he knows that they are not the type of people you would associate yourself with.

Which is why you've never met any of them.

...Until today.

♫︎DUN DUN DUN♫︎

Guess being besties with a broke Taehyung means it only makes sense that you finally meet them.

♫︎dUN dUn- ok that's enough of that.

"We got the Code 17 message. I can't believe I'll ever get that from you. This is history, man! We need to celebrate!" Someone says accompanied by what sounds like someone wiping a window.

You look at Taehyung with a very displeased look.

May god and every higher being out there give you strength.

He doesn't even look the slightest bit bothered by what might be one of the boldest crossovers to ever happen.

Also, "Code 17"??? Wth?

"What's wrong? You never ask to meet at the food court… And who's this with--oh." A different, softer voice talks this time.

"You guys remember my bestie, right? Y/n? Well, I think it's time you guys finally meet."

From behind you, Seokjin and Jimin share a slightly wary yet excited look.

Jimin, being the natural people lover that he is, instantly thinks that he's about to have another best friend.

From what he's heard from Taehyung, you two are slightly alike, being a total softie.

So don't be surprised if a montage of things like the two of you going on picnics at the mall garden or watching the premiere of the next Disney movie plays in his head.

Seokjin, on the other hand, being the woman lover that he is, instantly thinks that he's about to score big time.

He's heard a lot about you from Tae but the only thing that stuck (and pretty much the only thing that matters) is that you are HELLA rich.

$ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 $

So are we even surprised that what he imagines is him breezing through the luxury section of the mall, with his personal butlers in tow, and having everyone swoon at him?

“Y/n,” Taehyung gives you a pointed look as if telling you to be nice. “Meet Seokjin hyung and Jimin, two of my other best friends.”

Alright, you heard that these people work here at the mall.

So you’re gonna have to suck it up if it means being stuck with them for god knows how long.

You just hope they have some level of bearableness.

(Oh and some form of acceptable fashion taste too please, thank you very much!)

As much as you're not in the mood to smile, you still plaster on the sweetest one you can muster and turn around to face the two----

(o.O)

oh oh oh oh ho ho ho ho

Hello

hELLO indeed.

One of them has a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slim fit trousers, and a brown newsboy cap like a cherry on top.

He's also wearing a brown apron with a small name tag that says 𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷.

The other guy's more casual with his baby pink t-shirt, french tucked into his black ripped skinny jeans.

Personally, you wouldn’t really call them amazing outfits…

bUT SWEET BABY JESUS ARE THEY DOING THINGS.

GREAT THINGS

(Tbh maybe it’s their handsome faces that do it for you)

"Hi, I'm Jimin! It's very nice to finally meet you."

He extends his hand and you take it in a heartbeat because my god that smile.

Wooooooooooo

Now, that's what greets you into heaven.

"Tae says a lot of good things about you and I think- oof."

Cute pink shirt guy (rudely) shoves him to the side.

Jimin almost topples to the ground and it makes you want to stand and check up on him.

The poor cutie.

For some reason, you feel like Taehyung and pink shirt guy get along well.

"AND I'M Seokjin!"

This time, Seokjin swiftly takes your hand without any warning which leaves you feeling flustered.

“Umm… Nice to meet you..?” You manage to politely croak out.

He gives your hand a kiss and then drops you a sultry wink.

Thank god you're sitting right now.

You'd be a lying fool to say that that didn't make your knees weak.

But ngl, that’s a face that definitely greets you into hell.

Like, no offense to his handsome face but you are sure there’s something completely devious going on underneath.

No one can change your mind on that.

"OKAY! Enough introductions, we’ll have plenty of time for that later... Where are the others??”

“Hoseok hyung said that he's with Jungkook and they're on their way to get Namjoon hyung." Jimin says as he fixes his hat that slightly slid off.

"Well, they better hurry!"

Taehyung DEFINITELY did not have any reasons to cut your introductions off.

He just did not like how you are practically drooling over Jimin and Seokjin.

He’s nOT JEALOUS OR ANYTHING

It’s just...

It’s not like you’ve never been close to any hot guys before.

Uh hello???

HE’S HOT

And you’re with him 24/7

Wait…

Do you even think he’s hot???

Okay now that’s a thought he never considered before.

Damn bro

Now Tae’s having an existential crisis…

anD hE’s dEfiniTEly NOT jEALous!!!

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

"WE'RE HERE!"

All four of you direct your heads to the sound of a new voice and you start to think that Taehyung might actually be playing a joke on you.

Come on!

THREE 👏 MORE 👏 HOT 👏 GUYS 👏

???

This can't be real.

This is literal heaven!

Gasp!

Are.

You.

DEAD?!

Maybe you're right about Jimin being what greets you into heaven!

It all makes sense.

“Dude, we came as soon as we could. We even pulled Namjoon out of his rabbit hole.” The handsome one wearing a sports jersey says.

“This better be important. I didn’t even get to ask permission to take a break! I’m supposed to be stocking utensils right now.” The handsome one wearing an atrocious outfit of a bright blue shirt and a much brighter yellow pants chimes in.

The handsome one wearing loose fitting jeans, a plaid button up and a black t-shirt underneath just stayed at the sidelines not saying anything.

Out of all of them, you think he’s the most stylish one.

Your eyes meet while you are assessing his outfit but he instantly looks away.

A noticeable blush blooms on his cheeks and you almost swoon.

Awww he’s extra cute.

“Yeah, cause organising cutlery is more important than a friend in a literal crisis.” Taehyung says in a sarcastic tone.

“So what are we doing here?”

“What is this ‘crisis’ you are referring to?”

“Yo, who is she?”

Namjoon, Jin, and handsome jersey boy all talk at the same time.

Ugh you need a massage.

Being surrounded by these broke handsome men is making you lightheaded.

“This is Y/n. You know, my other best friend.”

“Oh, your money buddy.” Handsome jersey boy butts in.

Uh EXCUSE YOU, WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

You scoff hard and loud.

Taehyung clears his throat and you thought he was going to make a comment defending you or something.

Oh honey, you are wrong.

Because for the nth time today, he just brushes you off.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyways, Guys, meet Y/n. Y/n, this is Hoseok hyung, Namjoon hyung, and Jungkook.”

You didn't think it'd be possible but for the first time ever, you so badly want to rip someone's hair out.

And not just someone, it's Taehyung.

Normally, a sassy, moody, rude boy Taehyung doesn’t affect you at all.

But then again, his negative vibes were never really directed to you.

And given the current circumstance, you’re also not in the best mood as well.

So you aren't as inviting as you usually are when you shook hands with the three boys.

Somehow, even their overflowing handsomeness did not do anything for you now.

Your presence, however, did something to the three boys.

AND I MEAN A LOT.

Confused, attracted, intimidated, confused, in awe, slightly scared, nervous, confused, hungry…

What? Hoseok hasn’t had lunch and coincidentally, he started feeling his tummy rumble when he looked at you.

…..

Fun fact: Hoseok is DEFINITELY NOT A CANNIBAL NOR HE EVER PLANS ON BEING ONE.

If ever you were thinking...

“Okay, so here’s the sitch.” Tae starts to explain your situation and everyone listens to him intently.

Little did you all know, the final member of the friend group just arrived at the food court and is now walking towards where you all are.

It wasn’t difficult to spot your group with Namjoon’s obnoxiously brightly coloured towering self and the few girls hanging around.

Probably Jimin’s fanclub.

“And so, here we are!” Tae finishes, keeping everyone updated.

"Wow, so you two are looking for an actual job? Like, here? At the mall??" A very baffled Seokjin asks.

Tae rolls his eyes.

"Yes. Is that really hard to believe?"

"Actually, yes. It is."

Another male voice is heard coming from someplace.

“Yoongi hyung!”

Oh great! Another one.

Surely, this guy’s not that interesting.

I mean, what are the fricking odds that he’s also an immaculate being??

You turn around and your mouth drops to the floor.

No no no no no.

No way!

Another freaking gOOD LOOKING GUY HAS WALKED UP TO YOUR GROUP.

Okay, this is getting unbelievable now.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Like, where and how on earth did Taehyung manage to get and round up SIX insanely good looking guys??

What is this? Are you on The Bachelorette??

Wait no

It's like Oprah!

And instead of cars, she's giving away handsome men

You get a hot Asian man, you get a hot Asian man, you all get a hot Asian man!

OR MAYBE

Are you on MTV Punk'd?????

Statistically speaking, a hot guy can have two or maybe three equally hot best friends

BUT SIX???

ARE YOU KIDDING?

Is Taehyung like Thanos? Collecting the six infinity stones?

Thanos? lol.

If anything, he's more like Henry VIII with his six wives.

“So you guys didn’t even wait for me, huh?”

Yoongi, oh so casually, just takes a seat beside you

Without even giving you a single glance or whatnot.

“I didn’t know you'd be here at the mall today?”

“Yeah, what are you doing here?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “It’s a free country, I can be here whenever I want to be.”

Well, can’t argue with that logic.

The mall is practically your second home at this point.

“... Also… uTunes is hiring and uh… I’m applying...”

You don’t understand why but everyone else looks either shocked or annoyed at Yoongi’s announcement...

Are you missing something here?

“Man, you need to give it up! That place can suck it.”

Yoongi gives Seokjin one of the scariest glare you’ve ever seen.

It could rival against your dad’s famous death glares that he gives to his incompetent subordinates.

Namjoon shakes his head disapprovingly, “You’re applying there again?? I can’t believe it.”

Yes, again.

This is going to be the seventh time he’s applying at uTunes Records, the most popular music shop there is.

So many people flock to it even though we’re already in the digital age.

But he doesn’t question it.

All he cares about is getting a job there because the employees get to play their own music in the store.

Do you know how much of a popularity boost that is?

A CRAP TON.

On top of that, one of the employees gets a chance to get signed by a record label every year.

And if you're not awarded by that chance, you can still meet agents and get signed through their many parties.

Because of that, so many people also apply for a job there.

But they unfortunately have such high standards which is why even after three years, he still hasn’t passed their vibe check.

"Listen, seven's a lucky number. I have great feelings about this one. Besides, I've built up a strong résumé. Winning one of uTunes' own rookie dj contests must mean something, right? They can't not take me!"

Wow.

You've only known Yoongi for a solid three minutes, but you can already tell that he's quite passionate about this.

"Hyung, all we're saying is that maybe you should consider doing something else? You could do so much more than run after that store." Jimin says and pats Yoongi's hand a couple of times.

"All of you perfectly know getting a job there could quite possibly set my music career!"

"Is that really it? Or is it because of a certain Daphne??" Seokjin teases him.

The rest just mutters an "ooh" or an "aah".

You seem to have been turned into an accessory.

You so cannot relate to anything they've talked about since Yoongi came.

It's like you're at one of your dad's social gatherings and all you can do is smile and nod.

"ANYWAY," Yoongi interjects in their teasing. "So Tae, you're also looking for a job?"

Jeez FINALLY.

Something you can talk about that involves you.

It felt like you were just back home watching some random show that doesn't require your input.

Taehyung gives an overly dramatic heavy sigh.

"Unfortunately, yes. Y/n and I both need one badly. But all the stores had been rejecting us left and right. Like, the audacity!" Taehyung rants all over again.

Jimin, listens to him intently as if he hasn't heard all of this before.

Seokjin seems to have been entertaining the surrounding ladies for a while now.

[by giving some ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ and some (•̀ᴗ-)☞ ]

Across the table, Namjoon complains to Hoseok about getting in trouble with his boss.

Jungkook, well, he's just staring at the beautiful pizza this kid next to you guys is eating. (Someone's hungry too, okay?)

While Yoongi just openly stares at you.

Welp.

What the frick are you supposed to do now?

Is Taehyung or anyone going to properly introduce you two?

No???

Okay fine.

Seems like you're gonna have to get used to doing things on your own.

You smile at him and timidly hold your hand out.

"Uh hi. I'm Y/n. I don't know if Tae's ever mentioned me to you before but--"

"Oh, trust me. He's mentioned you plenty. He actually never shuts up about you."

ʰᵉʰ

You don't really know if he was stating that as a fact or if he's trying to be mean…

"Oh ha ha… That must be really annoying then."

"Yeah, it is actually."

Your small polite chuckle died down your throat.

Wow and you thought Taehyung can be rude.

hE'S STILL JUST STARING.

"Uh…" You finally lowered your hand that he obviously isn't going to shake.

That is definitely going in your top 10 most embarrassing moments ever.

God, can someone get you away from this guy?

What's his problem?

"SO, can any one of you help us? Like, any tips or something?" Tae concludes his really long and repetitive rant.

Everyone's eyes FINALLY focuses on Tae again.

Seokjin snorts loudly.

Eww.

He opens his mouth to say something but Tae immediately holds his hand up to stop him.

"Anyone except you hyung. I don't think you're classified."

Everyone laughs to that and again,

ARE YOU MISSING OUT ON SOMETHING HERE?

Seokjin raises one finger like he's trying to make a point. "If anyone is classified to give tips on how to get accepted, it's me!"

"Yeah, just not on how to last on one." Namjoon loudly whispers to Tae.

"HEY I HEARD THAT!"

Ohhh….

So,

Does he constantly get fired from a job?

Well, that's just sad.

Hopefully you don't end up like him.

😳

"Actually," Hoseok starts, "how do you end up landing on so many jobs? Like, don't they know your reputation?"

And that's your cue to finally insert yourself in the conversation.

"Uh, what reputation?"

"Sweetheart, you don't really want to know! It's not that big of a deal." Seokjin quickly steers you away from the topic but the other guys didn't allow it to happen.

"Oh, you know. Just that, he's known to be the "job eater" here. Cause he pretty much eats a job and moves on from it in a flash." Namjoon graciously fills you in.

So you were right.

That's kind of impressive though…

But a huge waste.

"Still! It makes me very much qualified to give the unemployed a tip!"

"Save it hyung, you might need it for your next job once you get fired from Uncle Aang's."

Seokjin gives everyone a sheepish smile.

What's that about?

It almost looks as if he…

"YOU GOT FIRED ALREADY?!"

"Oh you bet I did."

To be fair, how could he not stop himself from eating the free samples? Those pretzels are literal drugs.

"You just got that job four days ago. I can't believe it!"

"I can believe it." Yoongi says out loud.

Can't he say anything nice?

"Whatever! Point is, these stores still hire me no matter what."

"You know what, that is a good point." Taehyung mutters, slowly turning convinced by Seokjin.

Namjoon groans. "Are you for real Tae? If you want some job advice, maybe ask one from us who has only had one permanent job all throughout."

"Guys, let's give Seokjin hyung a chance!" Jimin, ever the sweet positive boy, suggests.

"Of course you would say that."

Not wanting to fade into nothingness, you insert yourself again in the conversation.

"I want to hear what he has to say."

Once those words left your mouth, you instantly regret it.

A.) Seokjin gives you another wink and gives you a flying kiss that has you weak in the knees again- I MEAN WHAT. I SAID NOTHING.

And B.) Yoongi is clearly not a fan of you sharing your opinions with the group.

Despite the obvious protests of Namjoon, Seokjin still gives his number one "professional" advice

And that is to have a perfectly 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 résumé.

"A high quality résumé? YOU? What the fuck are you talking about?" Yoongi says, slightly amused and slightly tired of the older guy's shenanigans.

"Don't believe me? Fine. But I'm telling you, it's all here on paper!" Seokjin takes out a folder from his backpack and waves it around.

Namjoon immediately snatches it from him

"5 pages long?? Are you for real?”

Seokjin hums and watches smugly with a cocky grin as the guys read through his résumé.

“Hang on, since when did you do balloon modelling?”

"I don't."

Hoseok gasps. "But bro, isn't that lying?"

"Yeah, duh! How else are these people gonna hire you? You have to sell them what they're looking for."

"What if they ask you to use these skills that you clearly don't have?"

"Then you're just gonna have to fake it till you make it, baby!"

Huh

No wonder he doesn't last long on a single job.

"And how's that working out for you?" Yoongi presses on.

"Well at least I get hired, Mr. 7th Time's the Charm!"

Yoongi is like ᶠⁱᵗᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁱ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ (ง'̀-'́)ง

"That's not really the point of having a job, but I guess, whatever floats your boat, dude!" Hoseok finally sides with Seokjin.

"So everyone is looking for a job then?" Taehyung realizes, "this is so cool if all of us get hired! We'll all face the real world together."

"All of us except Jungkook though."

Who?

Oh that extra cute shy boy.

You forgot he's here.

Boy really hasn't said a word at all.

"Did ya hear that? All of us are getting jobs!"

"You should get one too!"

"That would be so cool!"

"So what do you say? What are your plans Kook?"

"Guys, don't pressure the kid!"

The guys talk simultaneously, ultimately kind of pressuring Jungkook to say something before he even thinks about it.

The table falls silent and everyone eyes Jungkook.

The guys are like ( ･ิ ͜ʖ ･ิ) and ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

Jungkook is like (ʘ ͟ʖ ʘ)

Then the guys are like (≖ ͜ʖ≖)

So jungkook is like (¬‿¬ )

In the end, they are all like

(☞°ヮ°)☞ ☜(°ヮ°☜)

And through it all, you are just ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

What the heck is going on?

"Yeah, why not?" Jungkook simply concludes and the guys make various celebrating noises.

Gasp!

He can talk???

"Okay, everyone calm down! Let's wait until after everyone gets hired before we celebrate." Namjoon scolds everyone.

"Well that might take a while considering Y/n and I can't find one!"

Namjoon places a comforting hand on Tae's shoulder. "Oh relax, there's like ten thousand stores in the mall!"

"Actually, there are only 613 stores in the entire mall." Hoseok points out a matter of factly.

You all look at him dumbfoundedly.

Aaaand he just stares back at all of you.

Is this some kind of trivia that you need to know if you work around here?

Are you gonna have to memorise a lot of facts about the mall???

Oh, you don't like that.

Seokjin was the first one to react.

"Dude?? What the hell?!"

"I got bored once while I was on a break and counted."

Huh.

Makes sense.

Yeah, sure.

Why not?

Why wouldn't you just go and count the total number of stores out of boredom???

…

THAT WAS A SARCASTIC REMARK IF YOU DIDN'T GET IT.

"Even if there are 600 stores here, there are only like, 20 good stores that exist!" Tae remarks

You want to say you can't agree more but you stop yourself because you don't think you can handle another cold stare from Yoongi.

"Are you perhaps pertaining to the high end stores?" Namjoon muses.

"Yeah. What else?"

Jimin's eyes widen in shock. "Hold on. So you two have only been looking at that small section of the entire mall?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Yoongi chuckles condescendingly.

"Bros, you know that saying… 'Beggars can't be choosers'?" Hoseok tries to enlighten you two.

You and Tae look at each other.

What an epiphany.

A very disgusting yet important epiphany.

"Are you… Are you guys saying that… We need to find a job… Outside of that section??"

They all nod.

Ughhhhhhh

You and Tae make an annoyed sound.

"Welcome to the real world, peasants!" Seokjin warmly tells you.

Could things get any worse?

"Hey, at least we'll all be here together!"

Ha ha

Great . Awesome. Wow.

"Well, on that note, I really need to get back to work. Lady and gentlemen, may the odds be ever in your favour. Good luck!"

Namjoon stands and walks away.

One by one, the other working guys went back to work as well, leaving you unemployed slackers.

Hey they didn't even give any actual help!

Wasn't that the reason why Tae called for a… What did they call it?

Code something something.

Oh whatever!

Anyways,

So to summarize things

You might end up working at an awful low end store.

And you're unwillingly stuck with the wrong set of people.

One of them is a total flirt and an actual pain to society.

Another one might possibly hate you for unknown reasons.

This tall dude seems to be really uptight.

Then there's this guy that seems really weird.

The other one, well… He's cute and doesn't really have any negative points yet BUT you're sure something's wrong with him.

And the last one literally said one thing during the entire time!

Oh, you've got a really really long way before you can pay your dad.

Good luck to you, indeed.

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rexcoatlarchive · 4 years

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Such a thing as too much love (rewrite)

After receiving some criticism and advice and taking a look back at Quetz in game I've decided to rewrite this story. I'm leaving the other one alone for comparisons sake.

Palingenesis was a unique ritual chaldea used to help improve the servants and help them reach their fullest. The process caps out at what would be considered lvl 100 but it was never said whether or not that was truly the maximum.

Rex, in his deep love for his wife, had already helped her achieve the maximum for both her rider and ruler forms. But he always considered the possibility of going further. He wanted his goddess of a wife to go even further beyond her limits in this fight to save humanity.

Quetzalcoatl on the other hand saw the idea as him picking favorites. She thought it wasn't right and would rather prioritize grailing others to help. He wasn't afraid to admit that he really was biased, but that it only made sense, she was his wife so why shouldn't he treat her better.

Eventually after enough convincing she finally agreed on the condition that he only use 1 more grail, and any others would be used for other servants. Rex was fine with this, since she would go beyond 100 but others would still cap off at 100.

Quetz: mi amor, I understand that you love me very much. But it still doesn't feel right for you to spoil me in this way.

Rex: I understand mi corazon, but what kind of husband would I be if I don't spoil you once in a while.

Quetz: even if you did, I rather other forms of spoiling. Like setting up another lucha match like before.

Rex: we can do that another time. Now it's time for you to go beyond!

The ritual was being done in the couple's room rather then where it was traditionally done, as it wasn't allowed to try to go beyond the maximum. It also took a large amount of concentration, which was not Rex's strong suit.

Quetz: since you're doing it anyways, make sure you concentrate as hard as you can. You know you're not that good at it, your mind wanders too much.

Rex: I understand, and I will make sure it goes without a hitch!

He would be unable to do this however. As he was focusing, he couldn't help but get excited at the idea of a stronger Quetzalcoatl, this would cause him to botch the ritual and lead to the creation of something very interesting.

Rex: here goes nothing!

As he said this the grail glowed a bright white color and then light filled the room, before subsiding revealing the couple to be left on the floor.

Rex: oooohh, Quetz are you good?

Quetz: si. What about you mi amor?

Rex: I'm fine, what happ-

But before he could finish this thought the two noticed the new presence in the room. Another female servant, who looked remarkably similar to the floored sun goddess.

Quetz: eh?! Who are you?!

The other Quetzalcoatl stood there, with a more aggressive demeanor. Her smile was far more toothy then the original, her skin a pale snow white. Her headdress consisting mostly of feathers, her clothing colored an obsidian black and her choice of weaponry, a large spear rather then the sword the original wielded.

???: I'm you, pendeja!

Her words felt different from how the original would've spoken. They felt like the words of someone trying to start a fight. Her eyes shined a sharp gold color, and were slit like those of a snake's. When she opened her mouth a forked tongue could be seen, flickering like a snake's.

Quetz stood up, ready to fight if need be, but prioritized protecting her beloved master. She stood in front of Rex to keep him safe.

Quetz: mi amor! Stay behind me! We don't know who she is or what she'll do

The other one was clearly annoyed by this, when she looked at the original Quetzalcoatl her eyes stared daggers, she clearly wanted to start fighting the original. But when her eyes met those of the master they dilated like a cat seeing their prey, she seemed to harbor genuine affection towards him. It seemed to be something that carried over from the original.

???: you trying to keep master away from me is really irritating other me. Things would go smoother if you learned to share.

Quetz: I don't know what you mean by "other me" but I do know I won't let you get to my master.

???: isn't it obvious? Do you not remember Christmas? Or do you need another lucha match to help jog the memories?!

The other goddess spoke in a very aggressive manner. She was like a heel wrestler in WWE, or a Ruda as they would be called in lucha libre. She wanted to fight, she loved the idea. Especially with the original. Perhaps it was a way to show dominance.

Quetz: are you telling me you're Black Quetzal mask?

???: close enough, I have the memories of her from that Christmas. But I'm so much more this time around.

Rex: so did I end up splitting you like before?

Quetz: I don't think so, I don't feel any different. Maybe that's what she means by more?

???: exactly! Now you're getting it other me! I'm the new aggressive ruda Quetzalcoatl! Tho I guess another name would be more fitting? Hmmm, how about Kulkucan!?

Rex: the mayan feathered serpent? The one far more ok with the sacrifices and acted more like a war goddess?

Kuku: that's exactly right! My how smart mi amor!

She spoke to Rex in a far more kind manner then towards the original, she almost felt like the original gentler version when speaking to him. It was clear she seemed to want to be with him, but Quetzalcoatl wasn't having it.

Quetz: you don't have the right to call him that! Es mi esposo! Not yours!

Kuku: I knew you'd be like this! I was ready for a fight! Now we can have a real lucha match, no holding back!

Quetz: fine by me!

Rex: wait! Not here! You'll wreck the room!

Quetz: he's right, we're better off doing this somewhere else.

Kuku: fine by me! Anywhere's fine, I'll kick your ass regardless!

But as this was being said, the door opened

Mash: hey senpai! Da Vinci needs to ta- what the!? Whose that?!

Rex: it seems we've stumbled upon a Quetzalcoatl alter.

Mash: how do you stumble upon an alter in your room?

As she said this she noticed the grail on the floor

Mash: senpai! Did you try to use palingenesis more then what's allowed?!

Rex: ...maybe

Quetz: wait is that why?! Did you not concentrate?!

Rex: I was trying to but I guess my mind wandered. I didn't think this would happen tho!

Mash: it seems like you accidentally did the same thing Gilles and Medb did in their respective singularities.

Rex: not sure how to feel about those comparisons.

Mash: now what do we do?!

As this was happening Kulkucan took the opportunity to try and steal away the master, but Quetzalcoatl managed to grab him before she could make off with him.

Quetz: please let go of him! *she says as she starts to pull*

Kuku: I don't think so! He's mine now! *she pulls in her direction*

Quetz: like I'll let that happen! You're hurting him anyways so stop!

Kulkucan reluctantly conceded, if there was one thing she didn't want to do it was hurting Rex.

Kuku: ugh fine! *she says as she let's go of him*

This action lead to Rex and Quetzalcoatl falling over.

Mash: senpai are you ok?!

Rex: I'm fine

The alter stared daggers at the original again, annoyed that she had to let go

Mash: I think we need to get the others involved.

Later the group were in the command room. When Da Vinci was informed of what had happened, she was annoyed.

Da Vinci: you see stuff like this is why we cap it off at 100. And why we have a special facility for the ritual in the first place!

Rex: I'm sorry!

Quetz: ...si, I'm sorry too.

Da Vinci: what the hell are we going to do with the 2nd Quetzalcoatl.

Kuku: there's nothing to do! Just let us have our lucha match! Winner takes Rex!

Quetz: like I'd ever agree to those terms!

Kuku: ha! Afraid of losing!?

Quetz: I won't risk my marriage on a single lucha match! Regardless of how confident I am of victory!

Kuku: that just proves you don't think you can handle it!

Rex: that's enough you two! Please stop this, you don't need to fight so much!

Quetz: I'm sorry mi amor! I guess the idea of losing you riled me up too much!

She says this while hugging Rex, though it seemed that Kulkucan had something to say about this.

Kuku: don't hog all the love for yourself!

Now she started to try and hug him, leading to pushing and shoving from the two goddesses.

Da Vinci: cut it out! You might hurt him!

This lead to the two to stop what they were doing. It seemed that their master's safety was of the utmost importance to the both of them.

Both: sorry.

Da Vinci: Rex, you have to decide what to do. You caused this so now decide how to resolve it.

Rex: I mean, I'm not sure what to do. I know Quetz doesn't like Kuku. But she's a lot like Quetz, just more aggressive, so getting rid of her sounds wrong too.

The two goddesses didn't like that the situation frustrated their master, so they did the unexpected.

Quetz: ...well, I guess I can deal with her for your sake.

Rex: are you sure?

Quetz: si... I don't Ike sharing but you don't have to get rid of her.

Kuku: and I won't try fighting her so much, for your sake. It's the least I can do.

Rex: well I guess that's fine.

Da Vinci: well another servant joining isn't too bad.

Mash: what's her clas anyways? Is she a rider?

Kuku: I'm actually a Lancer! If you couldn't tell from my spear.

Rex: now we have 3 classes for Quetz! Interesting.

There's the rewrite. Hopefully I did a better job of keeping the original Quetz feeling more like herself and Kulkucan feeling more aggressive.

Tagging again

@panyum @hasereshdoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @gxymlky @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @grievouslyxorvia @hasabbydoneanythingwrong @castlecsejtespeakertechnician

#fate grand order #quetzalcoatl #wife #mash kyrielight #rex #rexcoatl #kukulcan #leonardo da vinci

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clairecrive · 5 years

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“Worth it”- Alfie Solomons x reader

A/n: I don’t know what this is, I just needed to rewrite this scene to add a little love for my precious man. As always, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. Also, requests are always open and very welcome.

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog (let me know if you wanna be added)

Accompanying Alfie on his business meetings wasn't something you always did. Not that it was something you wanted to do. You knew that the people he meets more often than not are not nice people. It goes without saying that even if you wanted to, Alfie was very adamant on putting you in a position where it could be even the slightest possibility of you being in danger. However, this time you had insisted that he let you come. Well more than he accepted the fact that you were going to go with him, you didn't exactly ask him for his permission. Knowing him he would have said no, even if you and Tommy had been good friends since a young age, long before you had met Alfie.

A part of you knew that he didn't put up much of a fight and let you come only because he enjoyed your company. It had been a couple of weeks that you noticed that his health was getting worse. His constant use of his cane didn't worry you as much at first knowing that he often used it as a way to look more powerful and scary. Your suspicion grew when you noticed the red patches on his skin being more irritated than usual. You hoped that it was just stress-related and that it didn't imply something more serious. Not wanting to consider this possibility, you became even keener on taking care of him.

If he noticed the growth of your attention he didn't mention it and of course, he didn't complain actually enjoying being smothered by your affection. So you guessed that he hoped that by allowing you to come with him you would be calmer and not worried about his well-being. Besides, he knew that Tommy wouldn't hurt you otherwise you could have fussed all you wanted but he wouldn't have bulged.

The trip to Birmingham was peaceful, filled with Alfie's lame jokes and nonsensical ramblings. Not that it was the first time you had been sitting together in his car, he had a driver and very rarely drove himself, however, you relished in the feeling of the touch of his hand on your thigh like it was the first time. Laughing loudly at another of his jokes you couldn't help but look at him adoringly loving the way, even after months of courting, you still felt butterflies invade your insides every time he was near.

"Oh Alfie, I don't know how you come up with them but I've never heard such lame jokes," you observed resting your head on his shoulder

"They made you laugh tho, right?" he smirked looking at you compelling you to meet his gaze

"No one can make me laugh like you do Alfie." you sweetly complimented him caressing his face with your gloved hand giving a quick peck on his cheek.

"We're here Mr Solomons, sir." the voice of the driver startles you, having forgotten about him for a moment, too wrapped in your bubble with Alfie.

"Right. You stay here love okay? You can come and say hi to Tommy when we're finished but first let us talk business alright?" he softly orders you holding your hands in his before retrieving his cane from the floor of the vehicle.

"Yes sir." you mock him giggling when you hear him mumbling something under his breath

When both he and the driver had gotten out of the car you looked around the place they had parked. Tommy hadn't arrived yet or at least you couldn't see him. After a couple of minutes, you heard the sound of an engine and soon after Tommy walked in front of Alfie.

You couldn't hear what they were saying but studying their body language you took comfort seeing as their body were both relaxed until the unthinkable happened. Tommy pointed a gun at Alfie. The breath gut stuck in your throat and you were unable to move or breathe at the thought of Alfie being shot. Then as soon as it came the shock left your body or it shifted it into action and you quickly left the car and run in front of him, in a foolish attempt of shielding his body with yours. Of course, it wouldn't work, you were half of his size, but you hoped that your presence would stop Tommy from actually shooting at least.

"Tommy! Put the gun down, what is going on?" you frantically asked trying to calm him

"What the fuck are you doing y/n, I told you to stay in the fucking car." Alfie's voice roared from behind you and his hands tried to shove you away but his push wasn't that strong and you used all your strength not to bulge.

"Does she know Alfie? Did you tell her?" Tommy ignored you and kept shouting at Alfie.

"What are you talking about Tommy?" being directly mentioned, you asked curiously.

"I don't know what the fuck are you talking about mate" Alfie calmly answered him but somehow it only managed to anger Tommy more.

"Oh, you don't know eh? You're telling me that you don't know how you went behind my back and did a deal with the OddFellows telling them everything about our deal with the soviets eh?" Tommy explained anger clinging from every word.

"Listen sweetie, there were things in that treasury that God himself told me to get. He spoke to me."

"You crossed the line, Alfie!" Tommy barked.

"You fucking what?" Alfie replied almost offended at the accusation.

"They're using my boy!" Tommy was fuming with rage and rightly so. The insinuation that Alfie could have had a role in the kidnapping of Charlie made you let out a squick of surprise and horror.

"Did you know?" he continued

"Listen Tommy, I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding. He wouldn't do something like this, right Alfie?" you mediate trying to get him to calm down.

"Did you fucking know?" Tommy ignored you, his eyes focused only on Alfie.

"Yeah, I knew but damned as I am, made no fucking difference to me mate," Alfie confessed leaving you speechless and heartbroken. How could the man that shows you kindness and love be the same that had helped to kidnap a child?

The words hadn't even left his mouth that Thomas bulged at him like a mad bull pinning Alfie to the ground after pushing you aside.

Stunned by the sudden movement and the impact with the concrete, you shuffle to get up to try and pull them apart. Fortunately, Alfie's driver was quicker than you and yanked Tommy off his boss. You managed to get on your feet at the same time that a young man appeared out of nowhere and killed Alfie's driver.

"Alfie!" you couldn't help but call for him, scared for his life knowing that he's outnumbered and weakened by his sciatica. You try to help him off the ground but he refuses your help and stumbles away from you, focused on the new threat embodied by Tommy's man.

"What's the matter with you, Tommy, eh? You got fucking angry ain't you?" Alfie charged at him, holding his face dangerously close to Tommy's not giving a flying fuck about the precarious situation he was in.

Fortunately, Tom's man got in the way and pulled him apart when things started to go south again. You were uselessly hanging behind, observing the scene unfold in front of you feeling powerless for there was nothing you could do to stop them. You would only make it worse if you put yourself between them because Alfie then would have to worry about you too and you couldn't risk him being distracted because of you.

Feeling dizzy, you lean against the wall behind you sliding down on the ground. Maybe it was all the shouting or maybe it was for the way you hit your head on the ground. Thing is that you couldn't bear to keep your eyes open nor focus on what was happening between the three men. You heard Alfie angrily make his point about the unfairness of Tommy's reaction or something of the sort, you weren't really paying attention. Then as you felt your head spin less and less you heard a voice advising against the killing of Alfie Solomons. Then footsteps. Then voices speaking in a hushed tone and finally the sound of a car driving away.

You finally managed to open up your eyes and you were met with a man's corpse on the ground and Alfie's stiff figure standing near it. Steading your breath, you go for standing up. The movement seems to bring Alfie back to earth and he quickly strides over to you.

"Fuck pet, are you hurt?" he scans over your face and body looking for any bruises.

"What happened Alfie?" you ignored his worry, requesting an explanation for what you had just witnessed.

"Let's get in the car love, okay?" he softly pushes you towards the vehicle but you didn't obey. You couldn't, you needed to know.

"I love you, Alfie, alright? And I take pride in knowing that I'm one of the few people who know you, that really know you. My Alfie would never do such a thing. I would bet on my soul that he wouldn't, so please please tell me that I'm not being delusional, that you didn't know about Charlie." you plead looking into his eyes watching as his gaze softens when you tell him that you love him and refer to him as yours.

Moved by your blind faith in him, he simply cradles your face in his hands letting your foreheads touch.

"You're the only one who really knows me, love, the only one," he whispers on your lips and a soft whimper leaves your mouth in anticipation.

"I didn't know about Tommy's boy and I'm so so sorry that you got caught up in this mess, love. Your trust in me amazes me and it just shows that I don't fucking deserve you."

"Oh shut it and come here, I was so scared Tommy was going to shoot you." you hurriedly say pulling him to you. Your lips touched and his arms found their way around your waist while yours stroked his beautiful face. Maybe you should have realized that this was inappropriate given the dead man lying only a couple feet away from you. Neither of you cared though, too engrossed in each other. This man could make you worry like a mother for his child giving you almost a heart attack but gosh if he wasn't worth it.

His love made it worth it.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons imagines #alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons one shot #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy

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fizzingwizard · 4 years

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Episode 6 was AWESOME. Finally it really and truly felt like Digimon Adventure!!

This episode plus the last one makes me eat my words of despair over the blandness of episode 4. I’m counting that one as just a miss. I’m hoping that it doesn’t bode for the tone they’ll take with all Sora episodes though. Sora’s easy to overlook because she’s already kind, brave, and responsible - the main things the other kids need to work on. Still she never bored me in old Adventure. I only ever wanted more of her and that was my hope for 2020 Sora. Her intro episode wasn’t a great start, but guess what, she got to be pretty darn cool in this episode, and overall the tone of this ep was such an improvement on ep 4 that I’m back to thinking we will absolutely get a modern, cool girl Sora who rocks her spotlight episodes in the future. Pray with me friends.

By the way we finally got some decent animation in this episode. So I took gratuitous Taichi pics and I’ll post a couple to start us off bahahaha

Okay, so this was the much-awaited MIMI episode. Heck yeah. It’s called “The Targeted Kingdom.” Who is the queen of the kingdom, I’ll give you three guesses, eh what’s that Mimi? like WOW you got it on the first try!

More below!!

^ So I’m not quite sure what’s going on here. I think Sora is standing on Taichi’s back and Piyomon is helping lift her (them?) up into the trees so Sora can look around? They are trying to find the way to the ocean. This seems like the most awkward way possible to go about it but you do you kiddo...

See, Adventure Taichi would be making jokes while this is happening. 2020 Taichi is thinking about The Big Picture, at least as much of it as he knows of. He’s turning into such a pensive type. Yamato’s gonna have to work hard to keep his lead brooder status.

Also I was thinking... there’s a few times in this ep, and more in others, where I feel like the animators don’t show us enough... Idk what to call it, movement? The fall out of actions? Like why don’t we see them climb into the tree? Why are we zoomed into so close when they fall out? Later during the big fight scene, there’s stuff going on that could definitely be shown in a clearer, and also cooler to watch, way. My theory of course is it’s all budget issues but what a bummer.

The kids’ first intro to the bottomless pit that is a Digimon’s stomach. They have no food (seriously? in that pack of emergency supplies Sora brought by pure happenstance there is NO food??) so they go... steal some. But they don’t know they’re stealing.

Not that SHE cares.

Mimi: Bahaha... you’ve fallen into my trap! *cutest maniacal laugh ever*

^The trap

There is another trap that comes later in the ep and I’ll just say here. It’s some Jessie & James level shit. Way to go Meems!

ugh soooo cuuuute I want twenty

Introducing... Queen Mimi! Yes, Queen. They’ve upgraded her!

Honestly, I love how she’s introduced as royalty, but she’s dressed as a cowgirl. No one would ever ask Mimi to pick just one theme. Like her kimchi fried rice with whipped cream and strawberries, Mimi is not afraid to mix genres!

Like I said, the animation in this ep is a cut above what’s it been recently, which is a relief. And everyone’s appearance is so much like Adventure that I wonder why they changed anything xD But I’m just so grateful everyone kept their unique eyes. It was the one thing I missed in the animation of Tri, even though I wouldn’t have wanted high school kids to have baby eyes. But the eyes really highlighted each character’s individuality. Glad that’s still a thing even if not every animator pays attention to it.

Taichi & Sora: Were those your fruit trees? Uhh sorry? My Digimon was close to death and we were starving...

Mimi: You will starve again unless you learn the meaning of the law!

that’s a little les mis interlude for ya youre welcome

So Mimi arrived in the digital world, separated from the others, and immediately became Queen of the Tanemon. I SENSE A TREND.

Mimi doesn’t come across as ditzy and selfish as she did in early Adventure. I am not sure if that side of her’s been erased in favor of simply making her reluctant to fight because she’s soft-hearted, or if we’ll see her self-centeredness appear later on. I hope so. Right now the 2020 story is very focused on the plot and not on the children’s growth, which is a huge departure from Adventure, but I don’t think it will remain that way. I hope not at least. But I do think it’s possible that they’ll rewrite Mimi to be a bit less self-centered and/or airheady, and I’m not exactly against that. After all, post-Adventure Mimi showed her cool side more when she was willful or opinionated, and I’m on board with more of that in the 2020 show too. A better balance would definitely be a good thing in Mimi’s case.

She kind of made me think of Sailor Moon in this episode, lol

GASP! We are all Chosen Children! Mimi immediately says NOOO WAY i’m queen of the Tanemon!! But not because the Tanemon are catering to her every whim (they’re not, as far as I can tell! Though they did make her a throne!). Because she honestly feels a responsibility to look after them. Again, pretty different from old Adventure.

Pocket Koushirou returns and Taichi tries to absorb him into his brain!!

Taichi: *grunting* HNNNNGGGG!! Give me me your curiosity!!!

Koushirou: Are you Vademon!?!?!

Koushirou shows video footage from the human world that shows the effect the power outage is having. Though it’s not a complete blackout yet, some places like hospitals have already lost power and are in trouble.

Mimi sees her grandfather, the president of Tachikawa Industries, on the TV helping people in trouble. VERY DIFFERENT. VERY COOL. I approve

Koushirou also points out that there is INDEED a time lapse between the human and digital worlds. I’m not exactly sure how different the time lapse is from old Adventure. At first, I thought it was much smaller, but thinking about it... given how slow the video from the human world was moving, it might be sizable. But I don’t think it’s as big as old Adventure. At any rate, Taichi and Sora figure out this means Mimi was on her own with Palmon and the Tanemon village for longer than they realized.

Also makes me wonder just how much time Yamato’s spent in the digital world...

Mimi feels torn between wanting to help her grandfather and needed to protect the Tanemon village! Naturally Taichi suggests they work together!

And a Tanemon rudely kicks him in the face!! Just kidding. But it was too cute not to cap

Mimi brings the waterworks like three or four times this episode.

Mimi: Alright! You work for me now!

Taichi: ...??? Okay I guess????

Yes, Princess or Queen, Mimi is still Mimi <3

So they join up and uhh... get ready for war I guess??

I MEAN HOW CUTE IS THAT

So this is the second Team Rocket trap, a giant hole in the ground. How did they dig it? How did the build that raft two eps ago?? Inquiring minds want to know

Greymon is surprisingly limber for a chubby dinosaur.

Taichi does what he does best in battle scenes: stand in immediate danger and look up a dinosaur’s bum.

OGREMON MAKES HIS BIG APPEARANCE IN A MIMI EP. I totally called it last week. Okay, technically he already appeared in episode 5... but we barely saw him okay! He uses Soundbirdmon (who may indeed not be sentient?) to mind-control other Digimon to find and apparently kill?? the children. Ogremon honestly sounds kind of mind-controlled himself but not sure. If he is, it’s a different kind of control. He may just talk like that because he’s an ogre and not very articulate...

I guess I capped this because CUTE CUTE CUTE

So speaking of rushing into immediate danger... Not only is Sora right in the middle of the right, she’s HANGING OFF BIRDRAMON’S LEG. This show is SO not promoting child safety hahahhahaha

Cute Taichi. Cuter still - Taichi and Sora tag teaming it. PLEEEEEASE give me more of this!! I want nothing more than for Sora to join Taichi and Yamato as a heavy-hitter. I always headcanoned her that way growing up. Let Sora kick ass 2020!!

^Palmon’s method of rescuing Mimi... effective, yet questionable

Capped because Cute.

Sora and Birdramon take down the blue bird digimon (sorry... forgot its name... will likely forget the name of every other Digimon not from old Adventure as well. i am a senior citizen). Taichi cheers for them and says “You nabbed the best bit from me!” SO CUTE. Come on, they are the best team!!

Meanwhile, Palmon: *screams bloody murder*

Mimi: Palmon! Noooo!

Episode 6: Palmon friggin DIES

I mean she is like glitching in and out. So it totally FIGURES it would be a Mimi ep that tells us “yeah kids we’re not Pokemon!” I mean. Keep watching...

Mimi recalls being all alone in a strange world when she meets Palmon. Btw they totally revamped the Pyokomon Village for this Tanemon village, I dig.

EVOLUUUUUTION!!

Boxing!!! Cactus!!! Eat this Precure!!!!

While Togemon takes out Drimogemon, Greymon rushes in to protect the kids from Ogremon...

... AND FREAKING SAWS HIS HORN OFF.

Like I said. THIS AIN’T POKEMON, KIDS.

Isn’t this actually darker than old Adventure? I mean I guess at least no one dies (I think? uhh...) and I suppose that’s less dark... but sawing off body parts... Idk man... I’m down with it, I just don’t know that it’s any nicer than old Adventure... hahahaha

POW! Err, Drimogemon’s drill ain’t looking too good either...

More waterworks as Mimi tells Palmon she loves her, and Palmon says it right back. Foreshadowing for Mimi/Koushirou tiffs in the future!? It was lit last ep that Koushirou tried to say he loves his partner and choked on it. Something tells me these two are gonna butt heads again ;)

Ugggggghhhh so cute I can’t staaaaaaand ittttt

Mimi decides to go with Taichi and Sora and leave the Tanemon village, Idk, I guess they’ll be safe now??? at least they won’t be targeted for having a human child among them.

Also I like her leaf bag. The Tanemon totally made it for her.

We end with Ogremon gripping his broken horn and fricking sobbing. This... does not bode well.

I want to hug him

so cast your votes, who gets the first hurt/comfort scene with Ogremon? Will it be gentle chastisement from Mimi while she patches him up with stuff from Sora’s pack? Or will it be Jou and the toilet paper you know he brought even if it makes no sense?!? hahahaha

I give this ep a 7/10 WELL DONE. That’s what a Digimon episode should be. Very close to VERY VERY GOOD.

I missed the trailer for next week so have more gratuitous Taichis instead.

#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon psi #psi spoilers #fizz watches digimon 2020

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hystericalweenie · 5 years

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Three: Little Things

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Since you guys seemed to like the text messages between Y/n and George, I decided to include a chunk of them, since there weren’t any in the last part.

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here! Digital penetration (fingering lolz)

12:36 am, George: I cannot stop thinking about you.

My stomach churned with butterflies, but I wouldn’t let him know.

12:38 am, Me: Creepy, much?

12:38 am, Me: Kiddingggg :P

12:40 am, George: Haha. Very funny.

12:41 am, Me: Have you gone back to rehab to visit your friend?

12:43 am, George: Yes, Dean and I went yesterday after work. He’s not doing very well, but I know he’ll get better. Addiction is very scary.

12:44 am, Me: I can’t imagine. It must be hard seeing him so sick.

12:45 am, George: It is, but you’ve made all of this a lot easier for me to deal with. You make me forget about every single little flaw in life.

12:47 am, Me: Then I guess I’m doing my job.

12:48 am, George: You distract me too much sometimes, especially after last night.

12:49 am, Me: Really? Huh, I wonder why, that’s weird.

12:51 am, George: *insert eye roll*

12:52 am, Me: It’s time to get emojis, old man.

12:53 am, George: Nah

12:53 am, George: Unless you want to show me how to install them this weekend?

12:55 am, Me: Sounds like a plan, grandpa

12:56 am, George: You must be into older guys then, huh?

12:58 am, Me: Yup, I have a bingo kink

12:59 am, George: Gross.

12:59 am, George: I’m not thaaat old, I’m only 27.

I was twenty-four. Was that weird? Would he think that’s weird?

1:00 am, Me: When’s your birthday?

1:02 am, George: Next week, actually. March 13th.

1:03 am, Me: You doing anything to celebrate?

1:05 am, George: Eh, probably not. Dean and I might go to a bar or something, that’s what we’ve done in the past.

1:05 am, George: You’re welcome to come along if that’s the plan.

1:07 am, Me: I’d like that a lot, actually. I won’t get plastered this time, I promise.

1:08 am, George: Mhhhmmm.

1:08 am, George: It’s getting late, you should go to bed love

There it was, again. Love. I melted in my bed.

1:09 am, Me: You’re the one texting me!

1:10 am, George: You don’t haave to respond.

1:12 am, Me: But I want to.

1:13 am, George: See, there’s the problem.

1:14 am, Me: Is it a problem?

1:16 am, George: Yes, because I’m making you lose sleep.

1:17 am, Me: I don’t mind.

1:18 am, George: You’re making this harder for me, Y/n.

1:20 am, Me: Fine. I’m going to sleep.

1:21 am, George: *insert me sticking my tongue out*

1:22 am, George: Good. Goodnight, love.

I woke up the next morning with dark rings underneath my eyes, but they were well worth it due to our conversation; I’d found out that George was twenty-seven years old and his birthday was on March thirteenth, making him turn twenty-eight the following week. I wondered if our slight age difference would make things weird, I hoped it wouldn’t.

I went to work that morning with extra concealer on my face, and a sleek black pencil skirt with a dainty blouse. I rolled through New York traffic, waved at the receptionist once I’d arrived at the building, and made my way to the second floor with the not-so-speedy elevator. I welcomed my desk, waving at silently at Dean before stretching my hands and typing my results from the experiment.

The CBD oil experiment had gone pretty well; I used it only temples after coming home from work with a headache and I’d definitely noticed a difference. I spent the entire morning rewriting everything over and over again, wanting to perfect my first article and impress the HBIC that Connie was.

When lunch had rolled around, I decided to head to the small cafeteria to see what they had in store for me that afternoon, hoping it’d give me some energy to finish writing the article. I decided to go with my regular salad, picking out the toppings, as I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around noticing the presence of Faith, the small ginger haired girl I’d met on my first day. I smiled at her, before returning back to my salad.

“I meant to tell you before, but your idea for your experiment is really good, I’m kind of shocked at how well your first pitch is, actually,” she admitted with a smile as she opened some cabinets, scavenging for food.

I blushed at her compliment, turning my face to look at her.

“Thanks, Faith, that means a lot coming from you,” I beamed at her. “Your article of your interview with that producer from The Bachelor was amazing!”

I saw her cheeks tint pink as she turned her body to me after finding a small bag of chips.

“Really? You couldn’t tell that I was nervous during the interview?” she asked worriedly, her thin, groomed eyebrows knitting together anxiously.

I shook my head. “Not at all! It was perfect.”

She chewed on her lip before smiling at me.

“Thanks, uhm, maybe we could work on something together sometime? After the article you’re working on right now, of course,” she suggested.

I grinned at the girl.

“Of course!”

“Okay! I’ll see you around, Y/n.” She exited the room with a soft smile, and left me to finish my salad.

I was glad to have finally made a girl friend, especially someone who could potentially help me with my writing. I finished my salad-making, returning to my desk and immediately conversing with Dean.

“So,” I began, shoveling the lettuce into my mouth. “Any new office drama we can talk about while we’re on lunch?”

The people that usually sat beside us had gone off to some restaurant down the block from the office, leaving Dean and I by ourselves at the table.

“George heard two people goin’ at it in one of the conference rooms earlier,” Dean shared with a laugh, his blue eyes softening in humor.

Hearing him mention George made me wonder if George had told Dean about me. I brushed this thought off, knowing it’d result in unnecessary anxiety.

“Do people usually have sex in the office?” I asked, lowering my voice.

He shrugged.

“Sometimes, I guess, but George works on the third floor with the most empty offices, so he hears about it more than me, I’m sure.”

I shoveled more salad into my mouth, as I pondered what it’d be like having sex at the office. Having sex on one of the empty conference tables and risking someone coming in or hearing, or doing it on a desk after everyone’s gone, the building empty and the bright lights of New York lighting up the office through the windows; my legs were quivering at the memory of George’s tongue and imagining how he could fuck me at the office. It’d be so scandalous, so risky, but why did I like thinking about it?

“Y/n?”

I brought my head up to the brunette, observing his confused expression.

“What?”

“I asked how the article’s going,” he repeated.

Shit, did I space out that bad?

“Oh, it’s going well,” I stammered.

“Don’t be nervous about it, I’m sure Connie’s going to love it,” he reassured me, his expressions softening with concern.

I was not just spacing out due to anxiety from the article, but I led him to believe so because I was sure as hell not going to tell what I was really thinking about.

“You’re right,” I agreed.

I shoveled the last of the lettuce into my mouth, the fork lingering in my mouth as I thought of George’s lips; I missed the taste of him.

I wondered where his office was; I wanted needed to see him. I needed to feel his lips against mine, I needed to feel his hands explore my body, I needed something to relieve the aching between my legs.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I announced, grabbing my phone and quickly exiting the office.

I scurried into the elevator, pressing the third floor button and opening my front camera on my phone to perfect my appearance. I ran my fingers through my hair, teasing my roots to make my locks look tousled and sexy. As the elevator stilled, the doors opened, and I headed down the hallway, hoping for a sign that had George’s name on it for navigation. There was an open room with tables of desks like my floor, but it was much smaller, revealing the small amount of people in the art department.

It led to a hallway with several rooms on each side, as I slowly walked down and turned my head to each door in hopes of seeing his name or his face somewhere. I was finally introduced to a wooden door with “George MacKay” written on it. My cheeks flushed, and I knocked on the door with my knuckles. I heard footsteps as my heart raced, his door swinging open and revealing his face.

His hair was in perfect form, his locks styled effortlessly while he was dressed in a light blue button up and slacks, his blue shirt making his eyes look even lighter. His shirt fit his torso just right and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the veins that trickled up his arms. I licked my lips at the sight of him, as he fisted my shirt and pulled me inside of his office, kicking his door closed.

“I have to say, this is the best surprise I’ve gotten in a while,” he muttered, his eyes looking me up and down.

His hands wrapped around my waist, going to my lower back as his face inched towards mine. I felt his warm minty breath welcome me, already relieving my craving for him. I moved my nose to gently nudge his, before my lips attacked him. I couldn’t hold back anymore; George took away any self control I'd had in the past.

My hands went to cup his face before snaking around his neck. I felt his hands travel down to my ass, squeezing it, causing me to moan into his lips. I pulled on his hair instinctively, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He began walking, making me walk backwards until my back hit the desk. I pulled away, as I sat myself on it without thinking, scrunching my skirt up to my waist so that my legs could open for him to stand in between them. He stood himself between my legs once I’d given him access, staring at me momentarily. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen as he stared intently at me.

“What do you want to do, Y/n?”

I chewed on my lip. There was no way in hell that George and I’s first time would be at my work. But, I needed a relief; the ache between my legs was too much, almost painful at this point.

“Can you make me feel good?” I whimpered confidently, my fingers threading through his locks as we looked at each other.

His eyebrows furrowed and he nodded, his cheeks turning pink at my request.

“How do you want me to make you feel good, love?” he asked, his hand coming up to cup my face.

He slipped his thumb between my lips, surprising me. Without thinking, I swirled my tongue around his finger and gently sucked on it. His eye lids drooped as he watched me in awe, probably imagining my mouth on his cock. I opened my mouth as he removed his thumb and I looked at him innocently.

“Your fingers, George. Please,” I begged.

Still gazing at me, he lowered his hand, pushing my panties to the side with his index finger.

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered, the pad of his thumb running down straight to my clit.

My hips bucked at the action, and he attached his lips to mine to swallow all of my moans. He rubbed circles on the sensitive bud before running his finger through my folds. My fingers knitted themselves into his hair as he teased my entrance, driving me absolutely insane. His finger slid into me easily due to how wet I was, how wet he had made me. He pulled his lips away from me, using his free hand to insert a finger into my mouth. I sucked on it, as I tried not to let any moans escape my mouth while he attached his lips to my neck. His thumb began picking up its pace, his finger curling into me faster. I gently nibbled on his fingers as my stomach began to twist, my legs sticking straight outward and trembling. The delicious pleasure was building and building, and I wasn’t sure how long I could last.

“You gonna cum, angel?”

Angel.

I cried out against his finger with a closed mouth, hitting my climax as I came undone onto his fingers. My jaw went slack as I rode out my high, fingers threading themselves and pulling on his hair for dear life. My body spasmed against him, overwhelmed with pleasure. Once my legs finally relaxed, he slowly removed his fingers from my heat, and latched his digits into his mouth. He hummed, sucking me off of his fingers as I watched him in awe. He removed his fingers from his mouth, before grabbing some tissues off of his desk.

“I’m gonna clean you up, okay, love?” He informed me, looking at me for permission.

I nodded, watching as he got onto his knees and began gently wiping my pussy with the tissues. My breath hitched at the contact, sensitive after my climax. I watched him as he looked intently at my heat, concentrating, as he strategically cleaned where I’d been dripping.

“I wish I could’ve cleaned you up with my mouth, love, I hope you know that,” he admitted, looking up at me.

I whimpered, looking down at him as he gazed at me with innocent blue eyes.

He pressed his lips against each side of my inner thigh, before standing up and tossing the tissues into his trash can. He returned between my legs, moving his palms to cup each side of my face.

“Y/f/n Y/l/n, you’re going to be the death of me,” he confessed with a chuckle.

“Rest in peace, George MacKay,” I joked. “Cause: Y/f/n Y/l/n being too sexy.”

“That's for damn sure,” he moved to peck my lips, his fingers pulling down the bunched up fabric of my skirt. I held onto his shoulders as I stood up, needing extra support for my weak legs.

I flattened the skirt, adjusting my top as well. “How do I look?” I attempted to brush through my hair with my fingers.

“You look perfect,” he smiled, pecking my lips again. “I wish we could see each other after work this week, but I’m supposed to visit Andrew at the rehabilitation center with Dean until he starts improving.”

My eyebrows furrowed and I brought my hand to his bicep, ignoring how muscular it felt.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “You have to be there for your friends.”

He looked down at me, his expression softening as I watched him examine my features.

“Thank you, Y/n,” he said softly, his eyes returning back to mine. “You’re one fucking amazing woman.” He grinned, crinkles appearing next to his eyes.

My cheeks flushed as I fought back the urge to melt straight into the floor; I felt like I could have passed out if I hadn’t forced myself to remain composed and on my two feet.

“I’m not all that special,” I assured him. “I’d say I’m pretty much just an average millennial woman.”

He rolled his eyes. “But you’re not,” he argued. “You’re so fucking intelligent and determined, it truly baffles me. Most adults go into work, because they have to; you come into work everyday, prepared to blow everybody’s fucking minds, no matter what it takes.”

He brought his hand up to his face, the pad of his thumb stroking my bottom lip. “You have these little quirks, like, you chew on your bottom lip whenever you’re nervous or focusing on something.” He poked my cheek with his finger, causing me to smile. “You have these adorable little dimples.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You roll your eyes all the time, too, which could get you in trouble one of these days, love.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, not wanting to prove him right. I shook my head instead.

“You’re stubborn too,” he added, noticing my expression. “But, I think you’re the most kind and forgiving woman I’ve ever met; I don’t think I know someone who could forgive their roommate for the shit she’s done to you,” he admitted. “But you want to see the good in every person.”

My eyebrows furrowed at the accuracy of his observations.

“How do you know all of this?” I interrogated, my eyes squinting in suspicion.

He smiled softly. “I notice all of the little things about you, love. They’re hard to miss when I’m with you.”

I bit back my giddy smile. “I notice a lot of the little things about you, too, George.”

He stepped closer to me. “Like what?” he chided with a smirk.

I brought my fingers to the sides of his eyes–careful enough not to touch his bruised eye–mimicking his previous actions. “The crinkles by your eyes whenever you smile or laugh.” I moved my finger to his nose, gently running along the bridge of it. “The way your nostrils flare whenever you’re concentrated or confused.” I poked the small freckles that were sprinkled along his nose. “These adorable freckles.” I could see him blush under my touch. My fingers went up to trace his right eyebrow. “Your eyebrows furrow whenever you’re focused on something.” My fingers moved down to his arm, tracing the veins. “The way your veins travel from the backs of your hands to your forearms.”

My palm moved back up to his face, cupping his cheek as I stared into his blue piercing eyes that gazed back at me.

“You’re incredibly loyal, and as much as you may not want to admit it, you’re hardworking and you love your job.” I stroked the small freckles along his cheek with my thumb. “I notice all of the little things about you, too. They’re hard to miss whenever I’m with you,” I rephrased his words sincerely with a whisper.

I watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, as he gulped and stared at me with an intense expression.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/n.”

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winterpower98 · 6 years

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PKNE Droids

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[I am Paperinik and I’m a hero!]

[I live in the 21° century, but I happen to travel to the future!]

[Sme time ago, someone tried to stop me...]

PK: ... and maybe today you're trying to make me waste time!

PK: Hey, where...

???: PK?

PK: Tyrrel Duckard?

PK: I’m ok, thank you for asking! And you?

Robot Agent: Do not move, this is a police check!

Robot Agent: You are violating the law on public order!

Tyrrel: Everything in order, agent!

Tyrrel: We were chasing the wanted man who knocked out my partner!

Tyrrel: Excuse him, he woke up a little confused!

Robot Agent: Explanation recorder, you can go!

PK: Let me understand too ... especially why you’re calling me partner!

Tyrrel: Because we work together!

PK: You and I?! But you were the one who wanted to erase my reality!

Tyrrel: UHM ... You got hit pretty bad!

PK: You mean you weren't the one ...

Tyrrel: Who knock you out? If so, why would I have taken you to 2179!

PK: Who am I suppose to thanks then?

Tyrrel: I’ll explain everything with a warm drink!

Bartender: Nice cape, friend!

PK: Thank you, I’m happy it’s still an ongoing trend!

PK: Well then? Talk!

Tyrrel: I’m in this century because of an ongoing investigation!

Tyrrel: Since the timepolice has reinstated me ...

PK: O-oh! You’ve become a good droid!

Tyrrel: You can bet!

PK: Keep going then, I’m listening!

Tyrrel: Even if you can’t remember it, we are on the same team!

Tyrrel: You understood that when I came and asked for your help!

Tyrrel: The situation is delicate, a group of droids escaped from the 23° century!

PK: This should be an everyday job for you?

Tyrrel: Not this time! The timepolice discovered where they went ...

[ ... And when! A decisive year for their evolution!]

Tyrrel: We were about to capture them, but something went wrong!

PK: GULP!

PK: Let me guess! They put me k.o.!

Tyrrel: Yup! We located their hideout!

[ While I was inspecting it, you stayed outside on lookout ...]

[ And one of them caught you off guard!]

[ LuckllyI had all the necessary to neutralize their weapon effects!]

Tyrrel: And when you woke up, you hit me!

PK: I suppose I own you an apology then!

Tyrrel: Nevermind, partner! Let’s get back to the hunt instead!

Robot agent: Bartender!

Robot Agent: Those two are regular customers?

Bartender: UMPF! Luckily they’re not!

Bartender: That guy with the ask ruined my menù in 20° century style!

Bartender: It was printed on authentic vintage replypaper!

Tyrrel: This is my office!

PK: So, you’re here in official capacity!

PK: I thought you timepoliceman acted in disguise!

Tyrrel: And it is! This is only a cover!

Tyrrel: I came from the 23° century and in 2179 time travel was already invented, but it’s secret! I can’t attract attention!

PK: Don’t worry, the furniture isn’t too flashy!

PK: But I did expect a device to track down the fugitives’ signals!

Tyrrel: They don’t have any signals, they are standard models!

Tyrrel: Only us timepolice droids have locators and cronoengine!

PK: The how did they escape!

Tyrrel: From a normal public cronostation! Those droids are property of Ruvo Chandra, a big guy in 2298!

Tyrrel: The temporal travel permit was in his name!

PK: Great! Now tell me you don’t even know what they look like!

Tyrrel: Don’t exaggerate, I have their record card! She is Zyba, personal secretary of Chandra!

PK: An updated model of miss Quackfaster! EH EH!

Tyrrel: Miss who?

PK: Nevermind, keep going!

Tyrrel: Soren was his bodyguard ...

Tyrrel: And Moris his attending replica!

PK: Attending what?

PK: Use my words, I can’t understand yours!

Tyrrel: “Attending replica” means he is Chandra lookalike!

Tyrrel: Every celebrity has one for dangerous or ... annoying situations!

PK: It’s not much to track them down!

Tyrrel: We have another clue! I found it in the timepolice archives!

Tyrrel: Recognise someone?

PK: Impossible! I have never been to this future before!

Tyrrel: Well, this proves the opposite!

PK: I ... don’t understand!

PK: Actually yes! You used me!

Tyrrel: Nothing personal, everyone knows your the droids friend!

Tyrrel: You could have been in league with them!

PK: And if this is another me?

PK: One that came from who knows which century, for example!

Tyrrel: plausible hypothesis! Meanwhile, take a look at the view!

Tyrrel: If you didn’t notice, there is the headquarters of Robolab!

PK: The name is not new ...

Tyrrel: I believe it!

Tyrrel: It’s the society that has been studying droids since the 21°t century!

PK: I don’t think I saw any of them around!

Tyrrel: At the moment there are only robots, but in a few years droids will be everywhere!

PK: EH EH! They will fall in price?

Tyrrel: They ever told you you’re funny? They lied!

Tyrrel: The Robolab was bought by a young genius who will revolutionize the research!

Tyrrel: You should know him, his name is Odin Eidolon!

PK: Maybe he is the goal of the fugitives!

PK: What could they want from Odin?

Tyrrel: For example, grant droids more freedom rights from the beginning!

Tyrrel: Or take his place!

PK: You’re raving! They don’t look like him!

[ But this gives them an advantage because Eidolon never appeared in public!]

Odin: Good day, gentlemen!

Tyrrel: Once in command of his industries, the droids could rewrite history!

PK: ULP! No trace of the other me ...

PK: ... But that is Soren!

Tyrrel: Stop! If we follow him he will bring us to his ...

???: Detective Duckard?

Inspector Wuff: I am Inspector Wuff! I would like to talk to you!

Tyrrel: Hard to say no with those assault Robotagents that are with you!

PK: Don’t try to escape, big guy!

Soren: OOOH! PK!

Soren: What are you doing in the 22° century? I would never have hoped to meet you here!

PK: Eh?! Did you hear him ...

PK: ... Duckard?!

PK: This was not planned!

PK: Now you tell e why did you hit e and what are you and your partners planning!

Soren: I ... what?! And What partners?

Soren: We left the future to save us!

Soren: Let me explain!

PK: Alright, but be convincing!

Soren: Good, but let’s go away from here ... ... There are too many curious persons!

[Here is a completely different thing, eh?]

PK: There are at least one billion people!

Soren: Exactly! In this crowd, who would think of us?

Soren: Zybra and Moris will be here in a bit!

PK: I wonder why did I let you call them!

PK: If you’re thinking of pulling a trick, you didn’t understand anything!

Soren: I just want to tell you everything with them!

Soren: I’m not good with words, I’m programmed as and action droid!

PK: I know! After all, you’re the one who sent me sleeping before!

Soren: GASP! D-do you often do that?

PK: Actually, I didn’t remember being able to! Maybe it’s the amnesia!

Soren: It looks like a verification protocol of the mnemonic transfer!

PK: Protowhat? What are you talking about?

Soren: During the memory upload, fragments of elementary contents are distributed!

[The droid activates only when ...]

[ ... manages to reassemble them!]

Soren: Are you sure no one manipulated your memory?

PK: What have I got to do with it? I’m not a droid!

PK: But she is!

PK: She didn’t see us, let’s go to her!

Tyrrel: PK!

Soren: ARGH!

Tyrrel: Don’t lose time! Neutralize him!

Soren: I thought you were on our side!

PK OOF!

Tyrrel: Move! We’ll lose him!

PK: I can’t use the shield with all these people!

Tyrrel: old-fashioned scruples?

Tyrrel: At least moved from the shooting line!

Men: YAGH!

Soren: You won’t take me back!

Men: UH?

Soren: I didn’t do anything bad!

PK: Are you alright?

Tyrrel: Yes! Nice catch, partner!

Tyrrel: Now let’s finish the job!

PK: But .. he’s not stopping!

PK: Is that gadget useful for something or is it only ornamental?

Tyrrel: Don’t be in a rush!

Tyrrel: He’s slowing down, see?

Tyrrel: The inhibitor disables any droid without risk to living beings!

PK: The effect is not really instantaneous, eh?

Tyrrel: No, but it works! Why didn’t you use it?

PK: Maybe because we don’t have that in the 21° century!

Tyrrel: That’s why I gave you one, forgetful!

PK: GULP!

Tyrrel: Look here! How much interesting material!

Tyrrel: There is nothing else, we can deliver him!

Tyrrel: The Chrono - translational will bring it back to the 23rd century!

[ An unwanted journey in the future would confuse anyone, but not PK! Well, more or less .. by the way: better to travel in time at a standard speed and in a week you will know how the mission is going! ]

Tag list

@adamarinayu

@bamboozledeagle

@zanarnaryon

@glowing-gravity

@keriwi1

@pinkpearlapple

@aj-the-bluejay

@emilieschwarz9887

#pk #paperinik #pkne #pkna #comics #topolino #topolino megazine #pk droids #pkne droids #winter translate bad

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bosstoaster · 6 years

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New Year’s Wrap Up

It’s time again for the end of the year wrap up!

Make My Messes Matter (4937 words)

Darkest Before the Dawn (3192 words)

Dog Days are Over (991 words)

In the Valley of Kings (831 words)

Unrelenting (6195 words)

Took Me Years to Write (5689 words)

For All The World (34261 words)

Birthday Cake (2361 words)

Got a Weak Heart (12044 words)

Repeat After Me (7512 words)

Gone with the Fallen Leaves (51577 words)

Feel Good Inc (35660 words)

Strike a Match (4938 words)

Only Human (4632 words)

Empty Night (10621 words)

Remember Me as Devout (8123 words)

The Price I Pay (21184 words)

Death of a Bachelor (7530 words)

Make me Sway (20664 words)

Another Day to Find You (5521 words)

Electric Feel (14043 words)

Opened Up the Doors (2898 words)

Shining Through (4175 words)

Face the Final Curtain (2212 words)

Good Vibrations (2595 words)

Two Street (I see you and me) (7186 words)

Ain't Never Caught a Rabbit (5421 words)

Sit Next To Me (12681 words)

Left it's Seeds While I was Sleeping (4588 words)

Break the Chain (13103 words)

Looking off on the Horizon (7151 words)

Wear No Disguise For Me (4576 words)

Love is a Battlefield (6969 words)

Coming Through The Noise (28004 words)

Drew a Line for You (28007 words)

Been Sleepless in my Head (18250 words)

Take Me Home (1979 words)

Want to Take You Higher (8065 words)

Shackles on my Wings (25572 words)

Where My Armor Ends (17713 words)

Hungry Like the Wolf (10747 words)

Digging for Gold (7014 words)

Here it Goes Again (33209 words)

Familiar Faces (72730 words)

Depend on You (30322 words)

All Comes Back To You (5564 words)

Total Fics: 46 Total Words: 623302

Ship/character breakdown: Ship breakdown:

Sheith - 14 Fics Shatt - 5 Fics Kurance - 4 Fics Shunk - 3 Fics Shiro/Atlas - 1 very notable fic

Also, several that were many pairings

Character breakdown:

45/46 fics are Shiro focused. Are we really surprised?

Characters that had the main focus: :)

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title: Where My Armor Ends. It’s indicative of the fic, as well as being a meta joke: the album name is Atlas, and the song name is Pluto. Worst title: Shining Through, because it has, like, fuck all to do with anything

Best/worst first line?

Nope. Nope nope nope. I can’t. That’s 600,000 words. Besides, I didn’t even write the best Ryou lines of the year. @velkynkarma did:

“Fine,” the first voice drawls, “rise and gloom, it’s who knows when in the Twilight Zone. We got stuff to do if we ever wanna get home, so let’s move it.”

Best/worst last line?

Who the hell knows?

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

Yeah, I thought I wrote less than I did. There were quite a few periods where I was burnt out and not writing much. But I was only about 200k less than last year, which is pretty good considering how it seemed.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? Atlas/Shiro, ahaha What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Familiar Faces is by far my favorite of the year. It was fun, it was kooky, it was funny, it was dramatic. Structurally it was among the most challenging (Two chapters happen simultaneously and that had to be plotted out well). Also, it was just super fun to work with Velkyn!

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By kudos, Coming Through the Noise. Which is cool! I’d never seen a Gen truth serum fic before, and it was extra fun for a very reserved character like Shiro. Story most underappreciated by the universe? Unrelenting, probably. It’s all about the nature of being a Hufflepuff from Hunk’s POV, so I get why it doesn’t get a big audience. But I love it. Puffs need more love :( Story that could have been better? I like Shackles on my Wings, but it probably could have done with an extra polish (most things I write could tbh) Sexiest story?

Not yet posted ;) Saddest story? Face the Final Curtain, certainly. The plot is the team finding a video Shiro left for him in the event of his death post S2. Part of me wants to rewrite it to match S7′s revelations, but it still works as is. Most fun? Ain’t Never Caught a Rabbit is one of the strangest but funniest things I’ve written period, so it probably wins. Story with single sweetest moment? Continuing my streak of Smol fics:

There was a nudge in the back of his mind. You are upset, Captain.

No, he wasn't. Shiro was fine. Everything was fine. Who cared what everyone around thought, right? Atlas liked him, and that was all he needed.

....Atlas liked him, right?

I love you, Captain.

Shiro relaxed, but then froze around another bite of his sandwich. Atlas loved the Captain, but did she love Shiro how he was now?

There was a long silence. I do not understand the difference. You are Captain. You are my bonded. I love you.

Yes, but they were different, weren't they? Everyone else wanted back the adult-Shiro. If there wasn't something different between them, why not just let Shiro stay ten?

I am not bonded to your age, Atlas said. I am bonded to your heart. You are still you.

Hardest story to write?

Shackles on my Wings fought me. Gone with the Fallen Leaves and Coming Through the Noise as well.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

Ain’t Never Caught a Rabbit basically wrote itself

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Eh? I mean, I had to develop a personality for Atlas, so I guess that

Most overdue story?

...3k follower special

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Honestly, not as much as I should have. Familiar Faces was challenging in how well it needed to be plotted between two people, and Gone With the Fallen Leaves was fun for being so POV locked and the out of order story telling.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Now that we have the whole series (and I can ignore the ending without issue), I can dive into the weirder stuff, which I’m excited for. Time travel! It’s probably going to happen! More GG on Earth! Fun stuff like that.

As for tagging:

@velkynkarma @paladinpuppypile @demenior @littlewhitetie @apaladinagain @avoidingavoidance @stardropdream @letterblade @disloyalpunk @sleepyhunk @jamthedingus

#BT Writes #Voltron #End of the year wrap up #BT Memes

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the-strikingzebra · 6 years

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Effie x Male Corrin support rewrite

This was commissioned by @crispytp who wanted a rewrite of Corrin and Effie’s support chain! The support chain is under the read more.

C Support

BOOM!!!

Corrin: “Huh? What was that loud noise? It sounded almost like an explosion.”

Effie: “HIYA!!! NNGRAAH!”

Corrin: “Effie? Is that you that’s making all the ruckus? What are you even doing?”

Effie: “Huh? Oh hey Corrin. I’m just doing my daily exercises.”

Corrin: “By, destroy boulders? With your bare hands?”

Effie: “Yep. I have to be as strong as possible.”

Corrin: “I’m impressed! Destroying boulders like that is certainly no easy feat. Out of everyone, I think you may be the strongest person in this army. Maybe even stronger than Xander.”

Effie: “Heh thank you Corrin. I’m making it my goal to be as strong as possible to protect Lady Elise. After everything she’s done for me, it’s the best way for me to pay her back.”

Corrin: “Pay her back? Pray tell, what did she do to earn your devotion?”

Effie: “Well I grew up in extreme poverty. My parents were gravely sick, and I had to make a living selling flowers that I used to find on the field. It didn’t do much, but every little bit helped. One day, while looking for flowers, I encountered Lady Elise, who was picking flowers as well, however at the time I had no idea it was her. She struck up a conversation with me and the two of us became close friends. We would often run around the streets, playing tag and having fun as children do. One day however, some Nohrian guards started to harass us. I pushed one of them away, telling them to leave us alone. This only angered them, as they drew their weapons on us. Lady Elise was forced to reveal herself and demanded the guards to leave me alone. After that day, I never saw Lady Elise again. So, I decided that I would join the royal guard, just so I can get to be with her again. And now, I’m her retainer.”

Corrin: “Wow Effie, I had no idea that you lived in poverty, but Elise must have made your childhood much better, right?”

Effie: “She did. She’s the beacon of light in this dark country.”

Corrin: “I agree. Whenever Elise would visit me while I was growing up, I was always so excited to see her, knowing that my day was going to be filled with fun and games! She, as well as the rest of my siblings, helped me forget my dark and lonely day. She was the bright light of my dark childhood. I want to protect her the best I can.”

Effie: “Then let us protect Lady Elise together. We’ll make sure that no harm befalls her.”

Corrin: “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Effie and Corrin have achieved C Support.

B Support

Corrin: “Hey Effie!

Effie: *Munch Munch*

Corrin: “Umm good job on that last battle!”

Effie: “Mmph?” *gulp* “Oh hey Corrin, you’re just in time for my post workout snack!”

Corrin: “T-that’s a snack?! That’s a whole meal for twelve people!”

Effie: “Well I gotta get all my energy back somehow. My muscles can’t grow without an empty stomach.”

Corrin: “Well… I suppose that’s true… Anyways as I was saying, good job on the last battle!”

Effie: “Thanks, you did quite well yourself.”

Corrin: “Yeah, I’m still in shock at how well you took that huge blow meant for me. That strike would have cleaved me in half, yet you shrugged it off like it was nothing but a mere pebble!”

Effie: “Oh that was nothing, I’ve tanked bigger blows.”

Corrin: “Whoa really? That’s impressive in of itself, but the way you sent the enemy flying with one hit, I’m still speechless about that. It was certainly a sight to behold.”

Effie: “Thanks Corrin, but you were pretty good yourself. Your fast-paced movements allowed you to protect Lady Elise from an incoming attack, and then me from a spell caster. It was like I was seeing you in two places at once.”

Corrin: “Haha why thank you Effie. Xander made it his focus for me to be as fast as possible, so that I can one day best him.”

Effie: “That sounds awesome! Being able to learn under the high prince of Nohr must give you great benefits.”

Corrin: “It does, especially when he’s your brother.”

Effie: “Hey I was wondering; do you think you can help me improve in the speed department? I want to be able to move fast enough so that I can protect Lady Elise from everything, no matter how far I am from her in the field of battle.”

Corrin: “Hmmm, I don’t see why not, as long as you promise to help me in my strength training. I want to be strong enough, so I can be able to take down the enemies that threaten my friends and family.”

Effie: “I can definitely help you with that. I can’t wait to get started. Are you ready to learn now actually?”

Corrin: “I’m always ready to learn!”

Effie: “Great, now…”

Corrin: “E-Effie?! W-why are you reaching into your armor?!”

Effie: “To get you something you need for training. Here we are, put these rocks in your armor and run ten laps around the camp. Then continue wearing them for the rest of training.”

Corrin: “R-rocks?! How will these help?”

Effie: “They’ll help you build your strength, now get to it and run!”

Corrin: “Y-yes ma’am!”

Corrin and Effie have achieved B Support.

A-Support.

Effie: Corrin. I need to talk to you.

Corrin: Ah of course Effie! What is it?

Effie: What the hell were you doing in that last battle?!

Corrin: Gah! W-what do you mean? A-and why are you yelling?

Effie: You took a hit that was meant for me. I would have been perfectly fine and continued the fight without a care in the world. I was really worried that you would have gotten seriously hurt or even worse.

Corrin: Oh that…

Effie: You didn’t need to do that Corrin, I’m just… glad that you’re ok.

Corrin: It’s no thanks to your strength training Effie. While it is a tad insane, I actually felt great improvement in my strength and resilience! I barely felt a thing from that attack.

Effie: Huh, well I guess that’s fair.

Corrin: Mhm, though you did leave Elise unprotected to cut off the enemy that was rushing at me.

Effie: Wait, you saw that?! That was in a moment’s notice, not even Lady Elise noticed that I was gone!

Corrin: Well you tend to notice these things if you’re a strategist. But you moved so fast that you completely blindsided the enemy. They never knew what was coming.

Effie: Well it’s thanks to your dexterity training that I was able to move so fast. I was able to take down the foe rushing you and return to Lady Elise’s side in what felt like mere seconds.

Corrin: Pfft ahahaha!

Effie: Eh? What’s so funny?

Corrin: Ahaha, I’m sorry, it’s nothing. It’s just that we both have grown a lot since we started doing each other’s training, and here we are, showing concern to each other for the others improvements to their strength.

Effie: Ahaha, I suppose you’re right. We have greatly improved upon our weak spots. I feel that we’re able to accomplish more on the battlefield and not just carry the burden of our jobs on ourselves anymore.

Corrin: Yeah, we have each other now to watch the other’s back, as well as Elise. With us together, I’m certain that no harm shall ever befall to Elise.

Effie: You got that right. Elise will be able to sleep comfortably at night knowing that she will be protected from any and all harm.

Corrin: Well, I’m pretty sure that Elise sleeps comfortably already, but I see your point. Let us continue to train together and build our strength to protect Elise.

Effie: You got yourself a deal pal.

Effie and Corrin have reached A-Support.

S-Support

Effie: Corrin, may I talk to you for a moment?

Corrin: Of course! Is everything alright?

Effie: Well as you know, I’m Lady Elise’s retainer, so my main focus should be to protect her on the battlefield.

Corrin: If you’re worried that you’re not doing a good job about that, then there’s no need to worry. You’re doing an amazing job!

Effie: Thank you Corrin, but that’s not what I was going to say. Lately, my thoughts have been about you and wanting to protect you Corrin.

Corrin: Effie?

Effie: I’m worried about you when you’re on the battlefield, and I want to protect you. During training, I want to become stronger for you so I can continue to protect you as well as Lady Elise.

Corrin: Oh Effie…

Effie: Now I’m worried because of this, I can’t protect Lady Elise to the best of my abilities. I’m unfit to be her retainer now…

Corrin: Effie, there’s no need to think like that. You’re an excellent retainer for Elise. You can protect both me and Elise at the same time with this simple solution that I came up with.

Effie: Oh? Well let’s hear it.

Corrin: Will you marry me Effie?

Effie: W-what?!

Corrin: After training with you, I’ve found myself wanting to be able to protect you too, I want to fight alongside you. Only then did I realize my true feelings for you Effie. I love you, with all my heart.

Effie: Corrin… I love you too, but we can’t do be together. I’m a commoner busy protecting Lady Elise and you’re a Nohrian Prince, you have a bunch of royal duties that you have to attend to.

Corrin: The “royal duties” that I do have I have Leo do, after all he loves all that political stuff. Plus, if we’re to get married, you and Elise would be sisters-in-laws, allowing you two to spend more time together.

Effie: Well… that does sound nice, but first I want you to hug me with all your strength while I do the same.

Corrin: Of course Effie, though may I ask why?

Effie: I swore to myself that I would wed a man who could match my strength ever since I started training. Plus I want to see the fruits of your training.

Corrin: Oh… well, I can certainly try my best.

Effie: Alright, on a count of three, we will give each other the tightest bear hug imaginable. 1, 2, 3! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Corrin: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Effie: Whew… I’m surprised you actually survived that hug, I even felt a bit of discomfort from the hug too. You certainly are strong.

Corrin: Thanks Effie… *pant pant* but I’m no where as near as strong as you are… Your strength is one of the things I admire most about you as well as how you’re not afraid to speak your mind.

Effie: Thank you Corrin, it means a lot to me to hear you say that even though it is true that I am stronger than you. I love your huge heart though. How you want to protect Lady Elise, your siblings, and all your friends, no matter the cost. It’s what I love the most about you.

Corrin: Thank you Effie, I’m blessed to have you as my wife.

Effie: As am I to have you as my husband.

Effie and Corrin reached S-Support.

#Fire Emblem Fates #Fire Emblem #Corrin #Corrin (male)#Male!Corrin #Effie #effie (fire emblem)#Corrin x Effie #Support rewrite #commission #writing commissions #fanfiction

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ladylilithprime · 6 years

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do all the even numbersssssss

~evil stare~

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

Ugh.... Animorphs, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Tomorrow People, Firefly, Gundam Wing, Princess Tutu, DC Comics universe, Smallville, Danny Phantom, YURI!!! On Ice, Supernatural, Star Trek, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Daria, How To Train Your Dragon, Rise of the Guardians, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Power Rangers, Fullmetal Alchemist, Miraculous Ladybug, Phineas and Ferb, Gravitation, Yami no Matsuei, Weiss Kreuz, My Little Pony, FAKE, ElfQuest, Good Omens, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Transformers, Stargate SG1, Pirates of the Caribbean, Highlander, The Sentinel, Boondock Saints, MacGyver, and a whole wild world of crossovers..... Yeesh. Anyway, I don’t have a particular favorite, though I will go through periods of working exclusively in one fandom or another before switching.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

Fanfic genre? Probably Alternate Timeline/For Want Of A Nail fics, where a single change in the timeline causes events to play out differently. I also have a weakness for time-travel fics. ^_^

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

I thought we agreed never to speak of it again?

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Everywhere. Literally everywhere. Frequently from just sitting around letting my brain wander.

10) In your fic A Wish Your Heart Makes, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

I’ll be completely honest: the moment I got the prompt, I knew how the story was going to end. If anything, I made it less angsty than originally intended.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Depends on the fandom. In Marvel, regardless of the universe, I love writing for Tony and his flashy misdirection and nicknames hiding a wealth of genius and depth and background that the surface never shows. I have similar reasons for enjoying writing Sam Winchester in Supernatural. However, in Fullmetal Alchemist I love writing for Jean Havoc, a theoretical background character who is still deeply important to the narrative and has all sorts of depths to explore despite his canon dissembling about how “I ain’t the brightest, but I get by”. Basically, I guess I just love characters that have way more going on in their heads than gets shown on screen.

14) How did you come up with the title for Twist The Sinews Of Thy Heart? - You can ask about multiple stories.

It’s actually a line from the poem “Tyger Tyger Burning Bright”. Appropriate choice for a fic that features a “crazy” angel rescuing technically extinct tiger cubs. eh?

16) How did you come up with the idea for Twist The Sinews Of Thy Heart?

My dear enabler @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin asked for “fluffy Sastiel with tiger” for her birthday, and by Chuck I delivered! XD

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Technically, yes, but I don’t exactly consider them abandoned. I have WIPs whose bunnies decided to fuck off to Monaco and chill with porn stars go on an extended vacation, and so they got put on the back-burner while I pursued other avenues in other fandoms, but I don’t think I’m capable of abandoning a WIP. I either finish it or straight-up kill it.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

There are a couple of fics that I wish I could have drawn out the resolution longer, but my momentum failed me.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Yep! Next?

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Eh... I can do it when I need to, but it’s not my preferred thing to write.

26) Which part of your Amethystium fic was the hardest to write?

Definitely part five. I had to write it with just enough ambiguity to keep it from being too obvious exactly what I’d done so I wouldn’t get murdered by my readers.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

The internet is full of people who all have different motivations for going online to read fan-created content. Some people are going to be friendly, some are going to be weirdly elitist about fandom, and some of those people are going to be assholes who want to tear you down just because they think they can and believe the internet anonymity will protect them from consequences. Don’t let them drive you out of what you love before you’re ready to move on to something new.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Not really? Maybe some of my really old Animorphs fics that I wrote when I was twelve upon which I look back and feel like I could have done so much better?

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Sure, sometimes. Mostly the blink-and-you-miss-them NPCs. Occasionally some of the bigger OCs are based off of real people, but I try not to tell people that, or of whom the character is a representation. ^_~

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Probably the person who kept harping over my “obvious” lack of understanding of genetics, when I’d actually done the research prior to writing the fic and had sources to back up my in-story numbers. The person kept after me until I just deleted the entire fic “pending rewrite” to get rid of the whole damn argument chain, and I’ve just never gotten around to reposting it. Not even sure I still have the original fic file, actually.... Anyway, that was both the harshest and most stupid criticism ever, and for twenty-two years of fic-writing, that’s pretty decent, I think. (I don’t count flames, because those are just haters being mean.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

...Sam has wings. ^_~

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

Of the people with whom I would like to collaborate and with whom I have not already collaborated, probably @jupiterjames and @theriverscribe

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

Some of them, if I trust them a whole hell of a lot or we’re mutually blackmailing each other because they write fanfic too. (Looking at you, @jupiterjames )

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song “Bailamos” for Harry Potter.

Honestly? The crackfic potential and the chance to write male/male dance choreography. ^^U

44) What is the last line you wrote?

Rarely was Castiel disappointed in the offerings, and even those disappointments were because he didn't care for the flavors, not because of any fault in the quality of the pastries or drinks offered.

46) I really loved your “Phoenix Ascending” fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

Well, Michael would take over and stabilize Heaven, Gabriel would get rescued from Assmodickus without Ketch’s help, Lucifer would die sooner, and Jack and Mary would be rescued fairly close to canon with a few obvious differences. Probably. Maybe. If I was writing a sequel. ~shifty look~

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

Irritatingly, I love writing Slow Burn. I also hate it. Because it’s slow. And long.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluff. Angst hurts to write, frankly, and as for smut.... Meh. I'm really not that good at writing it solo; it's a lot easier to do cooperatively when I have someone else's character reactions to react to, but even then the actual deed is not so important for me as the depths of emotions behind it, so... Fluff.

#fic writer questionaire #i have too many fandoms i write more #sweet feckin' jesus this took a while to fill out #dreamhunter-trash #Whispers on the Wind

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johannesviii · 6 years

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Mad Dogs And Englishmen

Some highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (Mad Dogs and Englishmen).

I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.

I opened this book two months ago or so, started to read it, and put it down. I wasn’t in the mood for something silly, because some unpleasant things were happening in my life at that time.

The trouble is, even more unpleasant things happened, and kept happening, and two months later, I was like: fuck this, I need something silly right now. Let’s read the book with the talking dogs.

I read it in two days.

It doesn’t have the amazing, joyful worldbuilding of The Scarlet Empress, and it’s not as experimental and surreal as The Blue Angel. It doesn’t even seem to have an actual message. But it’s fun, it never takes itself seriously, it has a ton of entertaining characters and situations, and some scenes are completely hysterical to picture in your head. Exactly what you need after The Adventuress of Henrietta Street, and exactly what I needed in my life right now. 9/10

I don't doubt this for a second.

Also, I love the fact they didn’t care if the 100th novel had a bright pink cover with a dog wielding a laser gun on it.

I want to read that other book, now.

The what

I really like this idea of a book that took a lifetime to write.

Professor Alid Jag and Doctor Stellus Pontin officially have the best names.

Tag yourself I'm Stellus

Oh noooooooo

Okay, so... this story starts with accidental murder.

A typical day for Eight.

Good morning, Fitz! Eight has already accidentally killed someone!

Anji must be so tired of this bullshit.

Implying you are competent.

Well I'm sad now

Okay WHAT

That was lovely, and I kinda teared up??

I like this character!

HERESY

I’m still not used to this, by the way.

I can confirm.

Anji and Fitz are like “oh no, here we go again”.

azsdfghhgfggff

Wait wait wait, wasn’t this in the audio Find And Replace?

I don’t know why, but imagining this scene cracks me up.

It's like discovering Lord of the Rings is now suddenly all about possums.

Was that ever in doubt

I was just joking about the Lord of the Rings parallel, guys...

Is... is that the in-universe version of Narnia?

Welcome to the TARDIS, Flossie!

I hope nothing too horrible happens to you.

EXCUSE ME, THIS IS TERRIFYING

Okay oh shit where do I even start:

Emily is a companion we’ve never heard about before.

The Doctor forgot she existed.

However, ‘1960s teenage gear’ and the fact she doesn’t recognise Eight suggests she was a friend of One, or maybe Two. We don’t really know the Doctor’s age at that point, but there’s a good chance she’s been there for at least 800 years.

I keep joking about people getting lost in the TARDIS forever. Suddenly that joke sounds horrifying.

It gets worse. This is Eight’s original TARDIS, but some disturbing shit happened to it over the course of the EDAs.

So, presumably, Emily was there when it got turned into a small cube and slowly regrew for an entire century. There’s a good chance she was reconstituted with the rest of the TARDIS after being destroyed/crushed/killed when the TARDIS was similarly destroyed/crushed/killed.

It gets even worse.

Remember the Edifice in The Ancestor Cell? That gigantic bone-like version of the TARDIS where everything looked either dead, ossified or disturbingly deformed? Well, she was somewhere in there.

Sweet dreams.

Well, that’s Classic Who’s budget for you.

So we have the in-universe version of Lord of the Rings, Narnia, and now this guy. That could be various authors, actually.

Mental picture:

IT HAS BEGUN.

This is so fucking weird.

Hmmmm.

There’s a good chance they can watch the episode A Christmas Carol, then.

Wait, do they have human pets? That’s a disturbing thought in an otherwise weird and funny concept.

Of course he is.

Hilarious but still fucking weird.

Asfdfssgsdfsdfsfdfsshdgfff

gfdsstjsyjyfghfff FITZ, NO.

I mean yeah, it’s true, I know you’ve been in far worse situations, but you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

AQZDSTGSGFWSGFSGFAAAFFF FITZ NO

Oh. Great. They filmed Lord of the Rings with dogs.

Well I prefered the LotR version anyway.

I’m still not used to this whole dog-with-hands thing either.

No, you’re not.

Oh. I forgot about her.

Same, Fitz, same.

I like Flossie. Can we keep Flossie?

“We are poodles, Doctor. Of course we know of such things.”

This fucking book is hysterical.

Oh no you didn’t.

Ooooh they're gonna meet the author!

Don't make me sad in a book with talking dogs

I SAID “DON’T”

“lugubrious precision”

STILL TOO FUCKING SOON

That it, that’s Fitz in a nutshell.

Meanwhile, Anji wonders if she really wants to go home.

Okay, okay, I know this is a very long screen, but I love this dialogue.

Oooohhhh, okay, that’s how he fits in the plot.

I love this.

Oh, so Freer rewrote the book? Who’s Freer anyway? Why is he doing this

You're acting stranger than him, Doctor.

Fitz what the fuck are you wearing

What is her role in all this?

FITZ. NO.

(I think this book has the highest amount of “Fitz no” moments in all the EDA range... so far)

Flossie is brilliant and I love her.

She’s brilliant AND hilarious.

I LOVE THIS WHOLE FUCKING SCENE

Meanwhile Anji has just discovered the best timeline.

I guess this guy is Georges Lucas in this timeline.

Whoops!

The guy who writes the in-universe version of Narnia featuring Iris and her bus instead of a wardrobe based his Iris Wildthyme character on Baba Yaga. This is the best thing ever.

Have you really

SUDDENLY, MORE TALKING DOGS

I can’t fault her logic.

FLOSSIE NO DON’T EXPLAIN EVERYTHING

To be honest I would have done the same but still

Hold on, what

(I’m sorry this was way too tempting)

Wait, what’s going on? What is the animator’s role in that timeline then?

Well, that was embarrassing, Doctor

What

WHAAAAAT

Holy fuck

DON’T TALK TRASH TO MY SON

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

IS BRENDA SOOBIE SECRETLY IRIS WILDTHYME

This is all getting very complicated, especially for a book about talking dogs.

Alid Jag isn’t dead and he’s using a human as a puppet

What the fuck is going on

It’s a bus, isn’t it.

I FUCKING KNEW IT.

I concur, too

The in-universe equivalent of Harryhausen brought his entire army of stopmotion creatures to attack the in-universe equivalent of Lucas and I absolutely love it.

Meanwhile, Tyler is still faceless.

I feel like there’s other, parallel adventures going on somewhere on this train. What’s up with the hat full of kittens?

This goddamm book, I swear

I LAUGHED SO FUCKING HARD

No, actually.

azertytresdfghfdfg what

Fitz is like “oh no not this bullshit again”

Not sure if this is a very good or a very bad idea.

Pfffft “Imperial Poodles”

The Hoth battle, except better.

So wait, is he the Master or just a guy who likes to be called ‘the master’?

Is... is he just an annoying fan of the book who wants to rewrite the canon to put all his headcanons in it

Laughed way too hard, again.

And not a single fuck was given by Eight that day.

Only in a Magrs book!

Oh, ok then.

They are so casual about it.

Oh, so that’s how he got his face back.

I laughed.

AND NOT A SINGLE FUCK WAS GIVEN THAT DAY²

Pinking shears that can cut through space and time. Just accept it, Anji.

NO IT WASN’T

Don’t give him ideas!

“When he was a very old man”

Eh eh

FUCKING SAME, NOËL

The main villains are all the people who were supposedly dead at the beginning of the story asdfghgfdfghgfdfg

Does anyone care what Fitz thinks

Ok.

Donna would be happy to know the Planet of the Hats and the Planet of the Boys probably exist, then.

Okay okay I know this is supposed to be a cool explanation but the resulting mental picture is hilarious

Don't spoil us the ending, Noël

This fucking dude invoked a poodle during a black mass. I can’t.

Why is this book so funny

THIS IS A TRAINWRECK

It’s Lord of the Rings again!

Thank you Captain Obvious!

Well, yes, sort of

Aww Iris noooo don’t cry

STOP MAKING ME SAD

THIS IS TOO CUTE, STOP

THIS FUCKING BOOK STARTS AND ENDS WITH ACCIDENTAL MURDER

Actually, Narnia would be a lot more fun with a double-decker bus.

So, in the end, Flossie is still alive at the end of this book, and even if she won’t stay in the TARDIS, she gets to travel with Iris instead! Even better!

I'm so happy for her :D

HE REALISED IRIS IS LIKE HIM

I’M SO HAPPY

THIS IS A GREAT ENDING A++

I TAKE IT BACK, THE LAST PAGE IS EVEN BETTER

THANK YOU MR. MAGRS FOR THIS GIFT

#Mad Dogs and Englishmen #Eighth Doctor Adventures #Eighth Doctor #Fitz Kreiner #Anji Kapoor #EDAs #doctor who #long post #an EDA liveblog full of useless comments #capslock #body horror tw #(very minor)#gif #EMILY THOUGH

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“THE MOOD”: Blog #3 “Procrastination/Crunch Time!”

started on March 21st 2018

Lyric Party:So sick, so sick of being tired And oh so tired of being sick We're both such magnificent liars So crush me baby, I'm all ears So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious I'll give in one more time and feed you stupid lines all about it's basic We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore - "You Know How I Do" - Taking Back Sunday Serves me right for going around telling everyone who had colds how I never get sick. It finally caught up to me. There were a number of factors. My consistent sleep pattern and daily routine was abruptly interrupted Wednesday night when me and Bryan went down to the Leafs vs Stars game. Bryan is friends with a couple of guys on the Dallas Stars so we hung out for a while after the game, went bar hopping, and ended up casually recording more demos at my house until about 5am with some friends. It was a really odd way to party, especially on a Wednesday night. It was definitely fun, but I was wired after and couldn't wind down until about 7am. My good friend Seth was in town too. He plays in a band called Layden & The Lion and was here on his solo tour for a few shows. So immediately after that bender I was learning Layden & The Lion guitar parts before heading to Oshawa for Seth's Thursday night show. Friday night was out in London, Ontario at Call the Office. It'd been a few years since I'd been there so I was excited to tag along and play on that stage again.

It was a very cold night in London and Call the Office doesn't have a furnace. So everyone was standing around these littles space heaters. I was in the corner sending emails/messages to local bands in the upcoming cities of this tour and my hands were freezing. I could barely type! Rosedale is back there April 7th with Mermaids Exist so hopefully that's a warmer night with more bodies in the room to raise the temperature.

We got back to my place at 3:30am and the next morning I was feeling the sickness creeping up in my throat. I built my new live/studio rack and re-organized my studio all afternoon. Then we played Guelph that night at Jimmy Jazz. There was this drunk guy following girls into the bathroom and nobody was saying anything about it (probably just because he was young and not extremely creepy looking? Or, perhaps, the obnoxious beard-punk they were playing through the PA was just way too loud to attempt conversation). We only noticed him doing this on his way out and even the those girls didn't seem all that bothered. Seth made eye contact as he saw him coming out so of course he came and talked to us. He was obnoxious and wouldn't answer our simple question; "why the hell are you going into the girls bathroom"? Then he went and sat next to a girl who was waiting for her boyfriend to get back from the bar. When he finally got back, things slowly escalated into to the boyfriend yelling "well if you're gonna buy her one you gotta buy me one too!" Then he punched the drunk idiot in the face and the couple ran out of the bar.

Me and Seth just sat there watching it all happen. Then the drunk idiot grabbed 2 empty beer bottles, walked up to us and said, "you're a pussy, and you're a pussy" (pointing to us individually) then he grabbed the chair behind him and threw it across the room, missing the guy sitting behind him by about 2 inches, and stormed out of the bar smashing the two empties by the door. An employee wearing a shirt that said Security came from out-of-nowhere and asked "Did the guy who smashed the bottles leave?...K good." In a way he was right about calling us cowards, though (but for other reasons). We probably should have punched him when he walked out of the girls bathroom yelling "that blonde was hot, eh!?" In my defence, I wasn't about to throw away Seth's guarantee like that. But it was one of those moments after where you're left thinking "I could'a, would'a, should'a". Happens to me way more than I'll admit. Oh well, at least someone still punched him.

Anyway, that place is extremely sketchy. I told my brother (who is in Guelph quite a bit) what happened at Jimmy Jazz and his reply was "Oh yeah, my band plays there all the time. It gets slightly sketchier each time we're there." (He's got a couple fusion-ish jazz bands. He rips on clarinet and piano. Pretty sure Hot Swing Caravan is the band he's referring to.) Those Layden acoustic shows were pretty fun. I just played two songs with Seth. It was interesting to be the guy that can carry his whole rig in one trip and has nothing to do until set time. I would talk to the venue owner about nothing, I thought about playing pool, and I was on my phone a lot. I also realized why people definitely think I'm crazy to load in all the gear I do for a Rosedale show and set it all up for two hours. People often think I'm a venue employee, or stage hand, right up until my set time. Which inspired me to design this shirt:

I've gotten a lot of good feedback so far. I've been sending it around to some friends and fans getting opinions. The common consensus was that the shirt would probably look better with no quote at the bottom. But I feel like about 80% of every human I've ever met either remind me that I'm really tall or that I have way too much gear. Usually it's both. Also, people outside of Canada often get excited about the fact that I'm Canadian. So this is kind of the shirt of "redundancy" that touches on the three not-quite-as-interesting things about Rosedale that new friends seem to get excited about. That shirt is up on bandcamp too if you just click here you can order one early. (they’ll be ready this Thursday) I also just decided I should make a poster like this too.

*took a break and made this*

*...a very long break...*

It's now Sunday, March 25th. I've been grinding out 18 hour days since Thursday -still finding available venues/local acts for these tour dates while working on the new live set (projector vids, guitar presets, automation, intros etc.) I guess you could call it procrastination. I've had over a month to get these ducks in order and although the priority was to get tour dates confirmed, gear repaired, and demo out some new songs, I definitely had a week of resistance there last week where I got pretty much nothing done. I don't regret helping a friend and going to the hockey game etc, but I hate that I lost my routine and got sick. So I'm rewriting the ship and getting triple productive this final week leading up to the tour.

Sometimes procrastination is the result of something great, though. I saw this funny TED talk about how this is true to some degree of moderation as long as you buckle down and get it done by the deadline! I definitely agree that some of my best work has come from pondering about it while resting and then going full-tilt when it comes down to the crunch. And if it wasn't for making these ambitious deadlines, I'm sure I'd have a lot more unproductive days.

What I also appreciate about the consequences of procrastination and Crunch Time is that I'm more consistently strict with self discipline. I know, with these 18 hour grinds, that there is no room for junk food or sleeping in and skipping the gym. I know that keeping that strict mindset/routine is gonna allow for me to stay in the zone with high, positive energy so that I can stay on course with five hours of sleep. The ultimate goal, though, is to have that mindset at all times.

So I'm gonna end this blog short and get back to the grind! Here's where I'm at with the tour dates! Hope to see you all out at the first half. Let me know what date you're excited for or where else you'd like to see the new-and-improved "That really tall Canadian with way too much gear" Rosedale show on some of those off dates or maybe in the 2nd half!

Have a great week everyone! Stay healthy, safe, motivated, positive, and productive :)

#rosedale #the mood #tour announcement #music #tour #merch #tall canadian #too much gear #north america #sick #procrastination #self discipline #blog 3

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thewrittenpost · 7 years

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10 Questions Tag

So, I was tagged by @rychillacases; thanks so much!! Putting under a Read More for length.

1. What kind of genre do you like to write? Why?

I like fantasy I guess. I like the magic and mayhem and, while this is true for pretty much any genre, the sheer possibility of it all. Like, if I wanted elephants to be purple in my world, well, they could be purple. It’s a fantasy world, not everything is going to be the same (not that I would make purple elephants, but still). Also, I grew up loving fantasy, so I’ll admit I have a slight bias towards that genre when I write.

2. Which do you like writing better, heroes or villains?

I suppose it depends; in general, I’d probably have to say a villain is more fun to write, and the “evil” nature is always interesting to explore (I’m also interested by serial killers and all, so real life inspires I guess) but heroes that grow and change and character development is so much fun too. It really depends on the story I’m working on really.

3. Do your characters have a favourite type of weather?

It depends on the character, but in everything I’ve ever written, there has always been a character who loves the weather right before a storm, as well as storms in general. Always. I never have a story where no one likes stormy weather.

4. Romantic or platonic relationships?

Oh, this is definitely a character thing. I mean, I love both. I love having both around; a platonic relationship can be just as, if not more, important to some characters, and why not write about a relationship that’s purely platonic, and they absolutely love each other and would do anything for each other?

Also, I kinda hated the whole, "romance is the most important thing to this character” stuff I’ve seen before while I was growing up. Like, this person had friends before a romantic interest ever showed up; why would they just start ditching them because someone told them they were cute?

5. Which OC of yours would you get along with best?

If I was in my OC’s world... I’d probably get along best with Gwen; she’s chill. But in our world, Theo and I could have major nerd-fests in which we’d argue about Tolkien’s writing and book-to-movie adaptations.

6. Would you survive in your OCs’ world? Why or why not?

I don’t think I would; I’d say the wrong thing to the wrong person and end up losing my head for it. Unless I was born on Wispa. I could probably survive on Wispa.

7. What would you say is one of your “quirks” as a writer?

A quirk? Uh... my first draft is always handwritten. Always. I hand-write my first draft, my “second draft” (I use that lightly) is as I edit my handwritten while I type it, and then my third draft (or second depending on how you consider it) is my deep edits where I’m moving, rewriting, or scrapping scenes. It’s been what I do for all my creative writing assignments since like... middle school. I don’t like when I can’t do it that way; it’s my routine now.

8. Are there any writing “rules” that you break consistently? I.e. commonly said rules that you just don’t follow?

Uh... the “said is dead” rule. I mean, I use a lot of other things, but I need my said. Sometimes said is just a good, noncommittal word that fits any situation and I need it.

9. What does “show don’t tell” mean to you?

I never really thought about it? I mean, maybe describing something about someone instead of just saying it. So instead of, She was tired., use something like She suppressed a yawn, rubbing at eyes that felt as if they would close any moment and not open for hours. I don’t know. That was just random writing (I’m a little tired myself, so maybe that’s why that example happened).

That, or the immense amount of detail describing stuff (I’m looking at you, Lord of the Rings... anything Tolkien really)

10. Post a recent snippet of your writing. Do you like it?

Oh gosh... eh, here goes.

The first sign that something was wrong was the cat. It might have been handsome once, before the years outdoors had dulled the shine of it’s speckled coat, and fights had left scars and tears all over his body.

The cat cared for one human only, and she certainly wasn’t in this forest cottage. The cat itself rarely entered the forest, scavenging and stealing from villager’s tables instead.

When it hopped through Granny’s window, it took all of them by surprise.

So, I mean... its first draft work. Like... just popped in my head, get the idea down, first draft work. And the cat doesn’t have a name, because literally no one likes it enough to give it a name. It’s not horrible (chapter two makes me hurt inside, so this is an improvement) but it’s not the work that makes me happiest (also, it’s not edited, so that makes me less happy)

Okay, so I’m just going to tag @rusty-sky-cat @theguildedtypewriter and @futureauthor-mabye if you guys want to do this!

#stuff about me #the writer speaks #read more for length

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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You Go Camping With Dean

Characters: Reader, Dean

Word Count: 928

Warnings: talk of Dean’s relationships, but other than that, it’s just fluff

Author’s Note: In this, the reader and Dean are 25 years old.

Feedback is always appreciated

Tags at the bottom

Series Rewrite Masterlist // Backstories Masterlist

"Dean, I promise it won't be that bad." You smiled at him, grabbing his hand to pull him alone with you.

"Y/N, camping is the worst thing I can do right now." Dean sighed. You felt bad for the man because he did just break up with a girl he really like, Cassie Robinson. He was head over heels in love with this girl and they had a fling that lasted for a few weeks when she ended it with him.

His dad demanded a job out of him and Dean had to leave. He actually told the real reason why he had to leave but Cassie never believed him. She broke up with him. That happened a couple of months ago and he is very upset about it.

You hated seeing him with her but you supported him and was there when she dumped him. You hated her for what she did but the best thing you could do for Dean was be there for him. Sam was no longer with you because he and John had this big fight and ended up leaving to college at Stanford.

You loved Sam and if he wanted out of the life, you would give it to him. It was just you and Dean now and you managed to convince John to let you and Dean have the weekend to yourselves while he hunted and by some miracle, he agreed.

"Maybe to you but camping with your best friend isn't bad." You pulled him to the campsite you used frequently with Sam when he was here. You set it up in advanced to you and Dean didn't have to do any work when you got there. Setting up a campsite took a lot of work and it took a lot of time.

"What do we do now?" You let go of his hand nod turned to him.

"One, relax. This weekend is supposed to be two best friends having fun while camping. Two, make s'mores. I brought a whole bunch of marshmallows and don't say you don't want to because that is a lie." You pulled him over to the campground and sat down on a chair. It was almost dark out since getting to the camp took a while but you made it and it was time to make the fire.

"Want to make the fire while I get the stuff?" You grabbed your bag.

"You just don't know how to make a fire." Dean grinned, gathering a couple of sticks and pulling out his lighter. That was the easier way but you wanted to get the marshmallows ready to eat.

"True, plus, I get to see you bent over." You teased, grinning when you pulled out the bag. Dean got the fire going and he sat next to you, putting his feet on one of your arm rests. You eventually had marshmallows on sticks and held them over the fire.

"I'm really sorry about Cassie." You said.

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be. This was a girl I really liked and I saw hope for us but I guess not." Dean sighed. It hurt you to hear him say that because you fell in love with him years ago. You two were 24 years old and you loved him for the past 10 years. You loved him when you didn't even know what love was.

"It's her loss, really. You're the greatest guy I know." You smiled and looked at him, the glow from the fire illuminating his features.

"Thanks, Y/N." he smiled and stared at you. You wished so badly to straddle him and kiss him until he can't think anymore by you thought of a more reasonable idea.

"Okay, you hungry?" You pulled your marshmallow away and took it off the stick.

"Sure, hit me." Dean grinned, knowing what you were going to do. You turned to him and tossed him the marshmallow, hoping he caught it on his mouth. Dean was a great catcher but you weren't a great thrower. The marshmallow landed on his cheek and slid down in a gooey, sticky mess. You busted out laughing, Dean starting to smile.

"You think that's funny?" He chuckled, pulling his marshmallow out of the fire.

"I think it's hilarious." You grinned. You looked at him but widened your eyes when you saw why he was doing. He was getting up and stalking towards you, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Dean, don't you dare." You warned, getting up.

"I don't think so, sweetheart." He threw the marshmallow at you, effectively getting it on your hair. You gasped and tried to get it out but it left a sticky mess.

"Dean!" You yelled at him, grabbing more marshmallows and throwing it at him. These were normal ones so they didn't stick but it was fun to throw at him. This is how you two spent the next hour or so. You made such a mess, you were sticky and fired at the end of it all.

"Dean, I saw a lake or a pond as we came up here. We can clean off there." You giggled, sitting up against a tree trunk with him.

"Thank you." He said.

"For what?" You looked up at him.

"For distracting me." He smiled at you.

"Eh, it wasn't that hard." You joked, putting your hand in his and your head on his shoulder. This is how you stayed for a bit, sitting in silence and not bothering one another. It was nice and you wish he was yours forever.

Masterlist // Buy me a Coffee?

Series Rewrite tags:

@helllonearth @amyisabellal @deanwnchstr @caseykitten6 @roxalya19 @quixoticcat

Forever tags:

@maddieburcham1 @ginamsmith @mogaruke @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @whit85-blog @inlovewithbja @deans-shorter-squirrel

Dean tags:

@akshi8278 @mega-mrs-dean-winchester @winchesterandpie

Other tags:

@jensen-jarpad @notnaturalanahi @deathtonormalcy56 @27bmm

#dean #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester preference #dean winchester drabble #dean x reader insert #dean x you #dean x y/n #dean x reader inserts #series rewrite #series rewrite masterlist #dean winchester series rewrite #backstories

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shintorikhazumi · 7 years

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Teachers and Brass Bands Prologue (a H!E fic)

Disclaimer: Don't own it… Hibike! Euphonium, that is. Don't own the Mikagura reference either, sorry.

A/N: So this is one of my OLDER works... like WAAAYYY older (2 years?) so quality could be lower than my usual. But I did say before that I might share this here, and well... WEll? Umm... Here it is! Though, I couldn’t rewrite it anymore, but I guess I’ll be taking a second journey with this...

This is my change of pace for now, and well... I’ll get back to Lwa once I catch up other fics.

Now...

Warning for Quality drop and Horribleness?

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

@emutant I’m tagging you because of your page? hahahaha... do you like H!E? and you’ve been reblogging a lot of my chapters soo...

Teachers and Brass Bands

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Prologue: Teachers and Brass Bands

Music surrounding the halls with a feeling most unfamiliar, but very welcome all the same. Waves of euphoria washed over all the players as it gave way to a scene of serenity among the band members. They had just finished the piece. They were the favorites to win the competition. They had practiced harder than anyone, they claimed. They had the utmost confidence in their capabilities… so then, why? Why were the results so blindingly unreal?

Mikagura Gakuen: Silver

You didn't have to be Albert Einstein or Thomas Edison to know what it meant. The banner said it all. They had fallen into second place. The fire in their hearts, put out. Her passion for music- locked away. Why? They were the best in the whole nation, the school that won each and every year. An InterMusic university, so they said. Was it because she took the solos this year?

'You shouldn't have switched instruments, show-off.' A voice echoed in her head. An insult. Her pride had taken the best of her. 'If I kept playing the euph, would the results have been different?' She thought to herself.

"Oumae-san." A voice called her. She looked up, pulled out of her trance. She was the only one left seated in the massive hall, that was once filled with an audience. Everyone had already left, Kumiko had yet to recover from the shock and move forward.

"Taki…" she responded, still gripping her trumpet in her hand, acknowledging the man's presence.

"You know it's not your fault right?" Her sempai in college smiled at her, though it seemed to be an empty one, devoid of its usual uplifting powers.

"Yeah… I know." She responded. The older man just offered her another smile. This time though, it was full of pity and another indescribable emotion.

I don't.

I don't know.

I should've known.

"Oumae, geniuses are born to fail, stars are made to fall. Someday… you will too."

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'Beep-beep-beep'

"Ugh…" The figure moved around, tossing and turning in bed trying to block out the annoying sounds of a beeping alarm clock. "What the hell." She covered her head with a pillow trying to drown out the sounds with the soft cushion. "Why the hell is my alarm on?" She mumbled to herself, gathering enough resolve to actually get up and get her alarm to shut up. Why is it on in the first place? Just as she was about to sink back into the realm of bliss, unusually fast sounds of footsteps approached her room.

"Oumae Kumiko!" The voice bellowed. All but throwing open her door resulting in it banging against the wall.

Due to human reflex, Kumiko found herself tightening her grip on the pillow that was covering her ears.

"Ugh… Shut up Nee-chan. Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" Kumiko buried her head deep into the softness of her bed. She tried her best to ignore her sister's incoherent mumbling to herself.

"You told me to make sure to wake you up, remember? You're supposed to go out today. Something about meeting up with Taki again for some job he offered." Mamiko sighed out as she leaned against the doorframe of Kumiko's bedroom. Hearing all this and registering it in her half-conscious state, Kumiko immediately shot up from her bed and ran to the bathroom.

"Thanks! Love you!" She yelled at her elder sister as she shut the bathroom door behind her.

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Sinking into the warm waters of the bath, she pondered on her dream last night.

'What the hell was that about? That was two years ago. Why am I thinking about it now?'

That year was her junior year, well senior, if you consider the fact that she graduated before her entire batch. She felt compelled to do so- or rather, she felt pressured by her anxiety. The reactions her class would have, especially those in the band, who along with her, had lost the competition- she was afraid of them. It was a huge failure to Kumiko. She felt that she could no longer show her face in school. Thus she resolved herself to study hard and take the senior's final exams, finishing early. How she got permission from the teachers to do that is a mystery in itself.

'Hah… I sure was desperate.' Kumiko laughed at her pathetic state before and even now.

Noboru Taki, her sempai who was two years her senior and Mamiko's classmate, had attended the competition to watch her after her invitation, despite knowing that he had work to do. It being his first year at his new job only served to add guilt to Kumiko's conscience. He reassured her that it was fine, though he wasn't that convincing.

"Ah… I forgot. I'm supposed to be there before 8:30 right?" Pulled out of her train of thoughts, Kumiko spared a quick glance at the bathroom clock.

'7:13' it read.

It was still quite early and she knew she shouldn't be excited, but she couldn't help but hurry up her morning rituals a bit. It wasn't like her but it wasn't every day that you were offered a job either.

'A job, huh? Question is… what job is he gonna give me?' Kumiko thought of all the possibilities of the job that she could have. Her eyes widened, her face contorting into one of sheer disgust, as her mind drifted to one particular job. "Taki… don't tell me you're gonna make me a janitor…" Imagining having to clean all those filthy stalls left by irresponsible and whatever teen-

'Oh right… I'm one too, aren't I? A teen that is, disregarding the irresponsible and whatever parts, i'm still a teen.' She sighed at herself.

Rechecking the clock, she noted that she had spent ten minutes lost in her thoughts and an extra five in actually cleaning up. Deciding that it was enough, she left the bath and changed into casual wear, though thinking on it, Taki might scold her. It's still a formal job after all. Changing into a short-sleeved white blouse and black fitting pants she decided to go with that and went to eat her breakfast, wisely choosing to steer clear from the hassle of being lectured by the music major.

"Morning hon." Her mother greeted, as she came waltzing down the stairs.

"Mornin'" She replied as she sat down and ate. Her mother handed her a neatly wrapped bento to which she complained. "Mom…" Her voice dragged. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"EH? Kumiko, thanks to you and your sister graduating too early, I don't get to enjoy being a mother of two highschool girls! You're sixteen for crying out loud!" Her mom whined.

'Right...'

Since they were small, Kumiko and Mamiko had been graced with astounding knowledge and talent. Their parents even wondered if they were their kids, which kinda hurt in a sense but... y'know. At the age of three and five, Kumiko and Mamiko, respectively, took a great interest in the euphonium- An odd choice, considering the instrument was not that popular, but still they insisted on learning it.

Their ever supportive parents, wanting their children to grow in... let's say more ways than one, agreed to it, and by the age of five, Kumiko had already entered primary school.

Geniuses not only in music, but in other areas of academics as well, both skipped many grades, entering college at the very young age of fourteen, Mamiko graduating at sixteen, skipping one year, but Kumiko taking only two years, graduated at fifteen.

'Come to think of it, I skipped six years of school. I hardly remember what school life was like.' Kumiko sighed, taking the bento from her overjoyed mother's hands, Mamiko doing the same as she sat down for breakfast.

Mamiko had taken a course in the entertainment and music industry and was currently a famous composer and performer. Kumiko though, was won over by the concept of lounging on the couch and relaxing everyday rather than working, thus she was still jobless despite graduating last year. That is, until Taki had pulled her into his little world.

'I think i kind of regret that part though' She thought as she brought her dishes to the sink.

Kumiko bid her mother and sister farewell as she walked to the train station. She kept the little map Taki had given to her in case she got lost. 'I'm not totally hopeless with directions you know.' She huffed as she boarded the train going to her destination.

Kitauji Highschool.

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8:07am. That was the time she arrived. She was still early, she knew, but it didn't hurt to be a bit early right? She did promise Taki and he was a good friend, so much so that he would even give her a job offer at the school he worked at. Looking around the said school though, she observed something-

"Doesn't look like anything special." Kumiko said out loud. True, it was blunt and seemed a bit harsh, yet no one could deny that fact.

"Of all places, Taki, Why did you choose here?" She wondered. Noboru Taki was a man nothing short of gifted. Kumiko knew her friend had received one-to-many offers to teach at prestigious and cutting-edge schools, so it came as a huge surprise when Taki revealed to her his plans of teaching at one of those 'not-even-sure-if-this-school-exists' or 'never-heard-of-this-school' schools.

'Oh right. His father used to teach here.' Kumiko recalled the main reason her male compadre decided on this particular school.

Entering the gates, she tried to locate the administrative office. Walking for a bit, she reached a certain part of the school, not minding the stares she got from some students.

'What do you care? So what if I'm not wearing the required uniform? I don't even go to school here for crying out loud- wait… I don't GO to school anymore, well not for studying reasons that is.' She replied to those whispers around her, though only in her mind. She kept walking until-

A tune, a melody, a song.

Kumiko's highly trained ears picked up on a certain sound, something all too familiar to her, except the fact that they seemed to be insulting the composer by giving off a half-assed performance of could have been a great piece.

Approaching the small crowd of students situated in a seemingly wide area, Kumiko caught sight of what looked like the school's very own brass band. 'And all they'll ever win is brass too I guess. Maybe even lower.' Kumiko thought to herself. Honestly, why other people enjoyed it so much, she wished she could relate. She couldn't hear what they were hearing, and they certainly couldn't tell the difference between how good or how bad this performance was like she could.

Kumiko walked away from the crowd and went inside the main building, deciding that she'd rather not aggravate herself so early in the morning by listening to something that wasn't even worth anything in the actual competition. Finding a layout of the school inside, she located her target room and arrived there with ease. 'See Taki? I'm not hopeless with directions!' She smiled proudly to herself.

Standing by the huge mahogany door, Kumiko knocked soundly with the words 'Excuse me' and being replied with a 'come in', she pushed open the door.

Upon opening it, she was greeted by the pleasant sight of her friend standing beside a man, who Kumiko assumed was the chairman of the school.

"Ah! You must be Oumae-kun. Please come in and have seat." The jolly- Kumiko thought he was a jolly type of guy- man coaxed. "Noboru-kun has been telling me a lot about you." He smiled. He seemed to be eyeing Kumiko from head to toe, the poor girl squirming under his gaze. The man seemed to have taken notice of her uncomfortable state and apologized.

"Sorry. Actually seeing you in person, it confirms the information Taki has been telling me." He explained. "Not that I don't believe in him, it's just... well anyway, thank you for accepting this job. We've been a bit short on staff, but with your talent, as Taki described, you might be a great help to us." Kumiko listened, though she couldn't avoid opening her mouth.

"Sir, I don't really get what you're saying. And what information? Can you please elaborate?" Kumiko sighed. She didn't understand a thing. The man turned to Taki and asked a few more questions, ignoring Kumiko's curiousness before returning his attention to Kumiko and looking at her once more.

"Still… you are quite young aren't you, Oumae-kun?" He said. Kumiko raised a brow at that. She was expecting it. Many had already questioned her about her age, but it was still difficult to get used to.

'Oh so that's what he was having a hard time in asking. Not that I mind.' Kumiko thought. "Yes sir. Sixteen to be exact, well turning sixteen."

"Oh? So technically, you would've been a freshman if not for your genius?"

"I guess so, sir." Kumiko replied. 'Genius?'

"Hmmm… well, I guess that's all Oumae-kun-"

"Huh?"

"-and Taki will be the one responsible in showing you around and briefing you on your job."

With those words Kumiko stepped out with Taki, still overwhelmed by the whole situation that just occurred. The lack of information was gnawing at her and she turned to the person who held the answers.

"Sorry about that. It's just that… everyone in the staff found it hard to believe that a sixteen year old girl would be working with us." He smiled at her sheepishly.

"What exactly do you have planned for me, Taki?" Kumiko asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Well, you see… I'm the music teacher here, but someone had to take a maternity leave so I had to cover for her, though maybe you would like to do that? Or would you prefer covering my subject instead?" Taki asked her.

"I'm going to teach?"

"well for a while, yeah."

"Without a license?"

"It will only be temporary, unless you're going to take an exam for one, we wouldn't mind in the slightest."

"Anyway, do you want to cover for her or for me?"

Kumiko weighed her options. 'Hmmm… teach a music class or another class? I do love music, but I can't decide yet till I know what the other one is.'

"What class are you covering for this teacher currently?" She asked.

"English." He responded as the bell rung, resounding around the entirety of the school.

"Heh… can't we like… do it alternate? I kinda want to try doing both." Kumiko said honestly, interested in this proposition and the mere mention of having at least a bit of experience in teaching.

"Not a bad suggestion. I'll tell the chairman, but for now, maybe you should go around the school. Don't forget to come to the teacher's lounge at two-thirty. I'm taking you somewhere." Taki said, seriously pondering the offer, then acting as if he had his own little proposition later.

"Huh?"

"You'll know later." And with that he left her to enter one of the many classrooms.

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Kumiko had spent the whole day roaming around and more or less found zero entertainment in the campus. It was about five-past-two and Kumiko decided that that was enough sightseeing for now. Heading back to locate the teacher's lounge as she was instructed by Taki, she bumped into someone.

"Sorry."

"Excuse me."

Kumiko thought she was dreaming. She probably was, but who cares? Standing before her was a beauty. A real one. One with onyx hair and eyes the color of- I don't know actually, but Kumiko was entranced as the figure stared right back at her before averting her gaze and bowing before running off to wherever.

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Kumiko found Taki waiting for her and they started heading off to wherever he was planning on taking her, but her mind was still on the girl she had just bumped into. 'Who was that? Will I see her again.' Her mind was plagued with these thoughts until-

"Ouch! What the- Taki!" Kumiko whined as she rubbed her reddening forehead. "I know I wasn't paying attention, but did you have to flick my forehead so hard?" She gave him a glare.

"Sorry, sorry." He replied chuckling.

"You don't sound sorry at all." Kumiko huffed, small tear droplets forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Sorry. It was the only way i could think without having to raise my voice, but as I was saying… we're here." He pointed to a door. It was a music room and students seemed to be in it. Bustling about, preparing their BRASS instruments.

"No… No, no... no, no, no...NOoooo NO way Taki. This was not part of my job description." She looked at him like she was being forced to a death sentence, stepping away from the door.

"You had one?" He asked thoughtfully.

"Taki! You know me! I'm fine with teaching music class or whatever, but I am most certainly NOT going to be affiliated with any band, ESPECIALLY one composed of many brass instruments." Kumiko stated.

"Some are woodwinds though…"

"I don't really care! Anyway I'm not gonna do whatever you wanna ask me." she said turning around.

"But I haven't even asked." Kumiko began to walk away, but felt a strong hand gripping her arm. She looked at Taki, his expression darkened.

"Kumiko… don't you think…" Taki looked into her eyes sincerely. "That it's time to face the music? You're a talented musician. Why not use it? You'll be amazed what these kids can do- I think." Taki said. Kumiko looked at him as if he was joking, though knowing him, he might as well be.

"I know what they can do, I heard them this morning and I am not impressed in the slightest." Kumiko replied firmly recalling the performance that morning.

After pondering on something, Taki snapped his fingers. "Well, there is someone who might catch your interest though." He said. "Please Kumiko. Just one session. That's all I ask. I wanted you to be my assistant in directing, but you don't seem ready for that yet, but please?" Taki almost looked desperate. He wanted to help her get over the past, but did she want to? Kumiko sighed. She's been sighing a lot lately.

"One session."

"Huh?"

"I'll watch one session. If I don't like it, I'm out." Kumiko turned to him saying this was a one time offer. Take it or leave it.

"Thanks!" Taki's demeanor brightened up considerably. "-but cut them some slack. Some are brand new to this, someone even bought a tuba mouthpiece saying she wanted to play the trumpet." Kumiko suppressed a laugh at this revelation. 'Brand new indeed.'

"Anyway, now that that's that, how 'bout I introduce you to the band?" Taki held on the doorknob. "Ready when you are, Kumiko." Taki said.

Kumiko nodded. "Alright Taki. Show me what you've got."

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A/N: SO I finished it in under an hour before? Haha… please tell me how you liked it in the reviews please… if you could follow/favorite, it is much appreciated friend. Anyway, thanks for giving this junk a chance and see you again? As I said, forgive it if there are a lot of things it needs to improve on. This is me bringing back my past and well... hooo boy. Let’s just see and hope for the best.

~Shintori Khazumi

#h!e #hibike! euphonium #kumirei #kinda #TaBB #oumae kumiko #oumae mamiko #taki noboru #AU #my au #fanfic

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