#i just. got a bit overhwelmed

[aanoia]

So I love speak now (Taylor’s verison) and like I was lowkey hopping for you to do a better than revenge (Taylor’s version) for Sirius black/James potter x reader please?

HII THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST so so sorry it took me a few days to get out, I hope you like it

Better Than Revenge

Sirius Black x reader words; 2,380 warnings; cheating, fake blood, reader is kinda a dick but its deserved ig uhhh idk how i feel about this fic, so give me some feeback please (if it's not the usual i provide please tell me so I can figure out what's wrong) but IM BACKK i stopped writing for a few days because I've had so much going on lately. I hope you guys enjoy though I know that as I wrote the first part of this yesterday there was something I wanted to mention up here but I can't remember so if something doesn't make sense than ig that's it also yall im so drained and overhwelmed right now so the stories will be coming out slower (they are what make me feel better, so i want to do im not gonna force myself too, they'll just take a bit longer to create) if you love a song, the marauders era, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. enjoy my loves

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did

Ha

Ha-ha, time for a little revenge

The story starts when it was hot, and it was summer, and

I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him

I smiled happily as I walked onto platform 9 ¾, hand in hand with my boyfriend, Sirius Black. The group had hung out this summer and Sirius had finally asked me out. After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, he was finally mine. And only mine. At least, that’s the impression I received.

We greeted our friends we hadn’t seen since the year ended, and I didn’t fail to notice the way Sirius dropped my hand to tightly hug a blonde I had never met. I narrowed my eyes slightly, and it seemed James had the same idea as we shared a weird look. 

She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause

She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

I ran into the Gryffindor common room, shock filling my veins as the painting slammed shut behind me. I stood in the entrance silently, mouth open and eyes focused on a piece of thread which was unraveling from a pillow on the ground.

“Y/n?” Remus asked as he, James, and Peter all walked over to figure out what was going on. 

“What happened?” Peter asked, scratching his arm lightly.

I looked at James and shook my head, tears threatening to spill. His posture deflated in defeat as his eyes widened.

“He didn’t? Did he?” 

“Who did what?” Remus asked, looking back and forth between James and I as the door flew open.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t.” James cut him off, gently pulling me to the side and stepping in between us. “Just don’t.”

I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it

I underestimated just who I was dealing with (oh)

She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum

She underestimated just who she was stealing from

“I’m not just gonna let her slut around and steal my boyfriend, James.” I explained and he shook his head. 

He sent me a teasing smile, “Whatever happened to girls supporting girls?”

I rolled my eyes, “Nothing. It’s girls supporting girls. Not girls supporting whores.”

“What has that man done to you?” Remus asked, shaking his head.

“He’s broken me, duh. And I’m gonna show both of them not to break things that aren’t theirs.”

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

“So, Miss Standley, could you show us your potion?” The potions professor asked and the blonde nodded and stood up.

I winked at James as she began explaining what she did, he rolled his eyes, “So first, I put in diced Mandrake, and it has to be diced because if you just slic-” She was cut off by a yelp as her potion exploded in her face, the green goo covering her entire body. The entire class laughed as I silently slid my wand back into my pockets, missing the glare Sirius sent my way.

The girl ran out of the classroom, Sirius following after her, but not before making sure I saw the glare he sent my way. I smiled with a laugh, simply waving my hand and winking at the boy as he passed by.

He was a moth to the flame

She was holding the matches, whoa

“She what?” I asked Remus with wide eyes and he groaned.

“Don’t be so loud.” He pleaded, looking around to make sure no one heard him.

“She kissed you?”

“Yes.”

“And he breath tastes like garlic?”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

I shrugged with a smile, “At least we know she isn’t a vampire.”

Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys

On the playground won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge (revenge), ha

“What are you doing now, Y/n?” Peter asked, causing Remus to look up from his book mid bite and James, who had his arm around Lily, to look over.

I smirked as I watched Sirius and Dolores together, and it only widened as she picked up her goblet to take a drink. I silently mutter an incantation to make her pumpkin juice turn to rum, causing yet another explosion and black soot to darken her face and hair. James and Peter bit back laughs as I sat proudly, arms crossed as people once again laughed at her. Remus just rolled his eyes and continued reading, only slightly finding this situation amusing. 

She looks at life like it's a party, and she's on the list

She looks at me like I'm a trend, and she's so over it

I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling, and

She thinks I'm psycho, 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things

I once again smiled proudly as people wore buttons around the school, telling people to vote Y/n L/n as Gryffindor prefect. 

I looked up from the small Bowtruckle I had found on a tree as a shriek filled the hall. The Bowtruckle crawled under my sleeve in fear of the annoying sound. Before I could stop myself, I laughed loudly as I saw Dolores fuming over what the buttons turned into when she came near them, Sirius stood beside her, trying to calm her down. Dolores Clitoris (horrible rhyme but it’s the best I got).

Her head snapped towards me, her face became unbelievably red, a vein popping out of her neck as she stormed over, Sirius trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

“You!” She screeched, pointing her finger at me as she fumbled to get her wand. In a moment, she put her wand up only to be met with mine already in her face.

I grinned, “Better think about your next move here, sweetheart. I’ve won against you in duels for DADA multiple times.”

She glared heavily, “Yeah well, you’re just a jealous bitch who couldn’t keep a boyfriend.”

I fake pouted at her, “Awh, you’re so cute. You enjoy your little puppy, I must be off.” I said, stepping to the side and grabbing my bag. As I walked away I paused and turned back around. “Oh, and, you were barely a hard component in getting prefect. I would have rathered some competition, but we both know what you did to them.” I smiled and she looked at me in shock. “Yeah, that’s right, I know what you did.”

But sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know

Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go

They didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me

But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity (think about what you did)

“Peter, what the hell happened?” I asked as I burst through the infirmary doors. 

“Y/n, chill out.” James said immediately.

“Was it her?” I asked quietly and he nodded. I looked at Peter in sympathy, knowing she did it only to get back at me.

“Don’t you worry though. She looks worse.” Remus added and Peter smiled at me. I quicked my brow as my eyes wandered to Dolores on the bed, a small cut on her eyebrow as her eye area puffed up largely.

I rubbed Peter's shoulder excitedly, “I’m so proud. I feel like a proud mother.”

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think

She's an actress, whoa

He was a moth to the flame

She was holding the matches, whoa

“No, he can’t know.” I heard a familiar voice whisper and I looked up from my potions essay.

“Dolores, I don’t like sneaking around with you. It’s risky.” Another voice said from behind the bookshelf.

“Baby, I’ll break up with him soon. Don’t worry. Just don’t leave me.” She whispered again and my eyes widened. Why am I not surprised?

Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys

On the playground won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge (ha-ha)

“I’m serious. She’s cheating on him, guys. I don’t know what to do.” I told the three boys as we sat in an empty classroom.

“I think it’s time we join you in your pranks.” James decided and I smiled.

“I haven’t heard a smarter thing come from your mouth, Potter.”

“Oh Godric, I’m in.” Remus said begrudgingly and Peter nodded with him, saying he was in too.

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey

You might have him, but haven't you heard?

“There you go, sweeties. You know what to do.” I said quietly as I set down a mama Niffler and her babies, the small group immediately filing through the cracked open dorm of Dolores’ room.

I gave James a thumbs up and he nodded, standing in front of the girls stairway as I also snuck into the room. I cringed as I heard the god awful singing of Dolores and carefully opened the bathroom door. I snatched her clothes and quietly muttered a spell which would turn her water into fake blood in five minutes. Which means I had to be quick. I threw the clothes into the bag I had put an enlargement spell on on the inside and went to her dresser before stuffing all her clothes in it. I locked her friend's dressers with a spell only I could undo and snuck back out after carefully setting the Nifflers - who had gained quite the collection of shineys - into the bag.

I made it out just in time as the moment the door clothes loud screams rang out. I ran down to James who was talking to an angry Sirius. Sirius took a moment to look between James, me, and the bag in my hand while he listened to his girlfriend's cries. I looked at him hard and simply shrugged before walking past him and sitting on the couch, thanking Peter for the Nifflers and Remus for the bag as loud footsteps came down the stairs. I sniggered as Sirius gently led Dolores up the stairs to the boys dormitory, the rest of the Common Room laughing at her crazed figure that was barely covered with a towel. Oh how much fun that was.

I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey

You might have him, but I'll always get the last word

Whoa

(Come on, can you take it back?)

(Come on)

“You’ve got some real nerve.” A cold voice said and I jumped slightly, thinking I was alone in the common room. I looked up from my book to see Sirius glaring at me from the bottom of the boys stairs.

I laughed, “Do I?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and stepped forward, “Yeah, you do. You’re just a jealous prick.”

I snorted as I stood from my comfortable spot on the couch, “That’s not how you talk to a woman, Mr. Black.”

“I don’t care. You an arse to someone who doesn’t deserve it. Someone who's kind!”

I scoffed, “That girl is far from kind. You know it.”

“You don’t know her!” He said, raising his voice slightly.

“Yeah, well, you don’t know her either, Sirius!”

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think (no)

She's an actress, whoa (you know that you deserve it)

He was a moth to the flame

She was holding the matches, whoa

“And how the fuck would you know?” He fully yelled this time.

“Oh, I don’t know, man. Did you know she tried to kiss James?” 

Sirius scoffed, shaking his head, “You’re a liar.”

“Maybe. She also put Peter in the infirmary.”

“He gave her a black eye!”

“Because she attacked him, for fucks sake!”

“She said he attacked her and you put him up to it!” He yelled and I barely picked up the sound of footsteps scrambling down the stairs.

Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys

On the playground won't make you many friends

“And you’re going to believe her over your best fucking friend? I mean, you’re goddamn delusional, Sirius.”

“And you’re jealous!”

She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind

There is nothing I do better than revenge (ha-ha)

“Goddamnit, she’s fucking cheating on you! She’s cheating on you, and you fucking deserve it. And I hope you two know that I’m not fucking done. I will not stop until I’m satisfied.” (I will never be satisfied, he will never be satisfied!) I yelled and stormed past him, hitting my shoulder roughly against his and ignoring the soft calls of Remus and Peter as James went to Sirius.

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing?

'Cause I don't think you do, oh (no, no, no, no)

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing? (No)

I don't think you do, I don't think you do (come on), let's hear the applause

“So, David, is it?” I asked the boy as I sauntered up to him, my button up purposefully unbuttoned enough to see whatever cleavage I had. 

The boy looked me up and down with a smirk, “And to whom does it concern?”

I fake laughed loudly, jokingly pulling on his tie, “Me of course!” I said in a sickly sweet voice, cringing inside at myself.

“What do you need, beautiful?” He asked as the doors to the library opened, in the corner of my eyes I saw Sirius and Dolores walk hand in hand. Bingo.

Come show me how much better you are (feels so much better, yeah?)

See, you deserve some applause

'Cause you're so much better

“This.” I whispered and pulled him in by his shirt, smashing my lips. I smirked as a broken gasp filled the quiet area, barely opening an eye to see Dolores standing with tears filling her eyes, and Sirius looking confused. I closed my eyes, deepening the kiss as I raised my middle finger to the two. Paybacks a bitch.

She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

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[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

legend of ruby sunday let's gooo

TWO SHADES OF RED

ruby is so overhwelmed bless her lol

hOWS YOUR UNCLE. YOU SEXY BITCH SDKLFJ HOW YOU THINK!!!!??

they are making unit too quirky for them not to become a spin off lol

15 WILL flirt with your staff kate and you WILL endure it

screaming the clip was just the first clip. whats gonna happen

"Even I got that" SDKJ THE META

IS THAT SIGNIFICANT"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ya'll are so self-conceited. millions of people are called susana. / i say this while vibrating at the rate of a neutrino star

"susan IS the name of my grandaughter" NOT WAS. IS !!!!

"we'll get him" is that a musk ref. rtd, musk is not a genius lol

"but what for" asking the tough questions

(also regeneration as a disguise…. what a good idea)

JUST DONT GO CHANGING YOURS OOK

"cant we just pipe in a bit of applause " the meta……..

mel pulling a 73!yards ruby

"we have another mystery woman" "ruby sundayyyyyyyyyyy" "you could've warned me" wtf i love tem. i love this. absolute bonkers vibes for a finale. (the horrors will start at any second)

ruby/rose flirting…….. ?? :eyes emoji:

doctor who wasMEANT to have a bunch of middle aged / old

women characters

stsly i love this energy "I love devina" amazing.

"you love to break the rules" she knows her uncle so well

WE CAN SHARPEN THE IMAGE. ENHANCE!!!

im enjoying how the fantasy / scifi plot mystery is tied to this very real personal thing for ruby.

ruby rose holding hands………………. im seeing.

"they never give me proper work" gee i wonder why rose!!! you think your mom wants you out there doing torchwood style suicide missions. cmon.

"he was a postman. she was a dinner lady" hmm

MEL IN HER LIL' ORANGE SCOOTER. OBSESSED!!!!!!!!

CARLA ON ACTION!!!!!!!!! GO GO GO

go get miss flood??????? A???????????

IM ALWAYS HIDING MYSELF AWAY

dont leave it to her oh my god. rip cherry.

(btw god bless. the hallway crack from the christmas special is still there lol)

ms flood nailing the old relative backhanded compliment

IT'S ABOUT TIME I CAUSE TROUBLE FOR MYSELF

HE WAITS NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT QUITE. NOT YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im vibrating so much

oof this is so good. this is so TRUE. "you need roots of your own not a senile old man" updated to "i bring disaster"" aggg

15 is so healthy guys. so healthy

"what if you just said hello to her face?" i cant believe this is happening ya'll. russel really said "the five doctors was BULLSHIT. im gonna fix-it fix this shit" and went and did it. icon

ill have some of that <3 !!!! (lol thats right kate. he'll never trust u like them!!! deal with it)

a phoenix is just a bird until it burns… awesome. what the fuck does that mean

thats right stammer. you're barred from unit. motherfucker 15 is so rude. love him

MANCHESTER MOMENT

MASSIVE INFORMATION FROM THE VHS. I LOVE THIS ABSOLUTE NONESENSE.

ooo the music did a little thing. hold on to your butts babes we about to get DRAMA

unit has better toys. but are they competentent? LOL

clara and the leaf energy tbh (complimentary)

(oh is ruby susan's daughter therefore 15' daughter????) love the snow thing tbh . rtd was like im about to give dw fanartists an easy motif to add to their art for years. thanks king "time has tides and hollows and secrets"

(this transition effect………. very pertwee era intro….. :eyes emoji:) memory is time!!!!

"you cant move" omg impossible mission moment. fathers day moment. 15/ruby dont know how to step moment!!!!!!!!!!!

this is rtd's thought process lol "time … memory… ah shit.. MEMORY TIME MACHINE THERE WE GO"

damn carla and ruby got me here.

"my memory of this keeps changing"

rip chipzode probably

T.T rubes

what the actual fuclk

Close the window!!!!

when is that thing, inspector spacetime???????

it's the beast!! (carla dont name the undefined thing on the "everything becomes what you name it season" o h my gOD)

I AM IN HELL

im loving the coloring/lighting in this episode. everyone looks very sharp and nice

"i bring disaster" hehe

finally some good fucking [kate vs doctor antagonism]

15 frustrated because he finally has to come back from buying the cigarattes/ bread

"FINISHED? STOP GRIZZLING AND FIX IT". mel!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats

mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you mel!!!!!!!!!!!!

rtd said im gonna write a season that is SO self referential. thank u

for writting this show for the weirdos only. (We might run out of disney money tomorrow but TODAY we relish)

brigadier picture!!!

missing episodes restoration commentary? lol (if i was rtd i would have named harriet ms. bachel color)

"i'd remember a handsome chap like you" um. let's no go there!!! thanks

i told u doc u absolute anxious nerd. there's millions of susans!!! (not convinced this isnt anything yet)

the music is doing things

"being an ambulance?" mel u have always been in doccy who. catch up!!!

reverse the polarity of the VHS

(ALSO very 00's/90's "therre's something hiding in the music if u play it backwards Zeitgeist ("Blink"'s dvd easter egg realness))

donna this is all ebcause you had to go and spill that damn coffee. chodizee's blood is on YOUR hands

leave the tardis alone… "then they get wise, and they try to destroy it"

"thank you, and i love you, and good bye" aaaaaaaaa

our tecnology spreads lies and fraud!!! im gonna count that as aBINGO. taking my prize in cash beebs. thank!!!

"you do not question, you move" ummmmm

master? rogue? valeyyard? rassilon? omega? suttek? omega??? rani?? ???

harriet arbingers. rip.

A DREAM OF A WORLD WITH ORANGE SKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol love this. going over the theories

THE MARA MENTION!!! TEGAN NATIO N WE R I S E

suketh!!!!!! well there it is lol (damn wish i had rewatch Pyramids so i could be more excited about this dklfjsdklfjdskldfs) (also def saw ppl on reddit calling that "second anagram" ou t sdklfjsd)

"did you think i was family, doctor?" rude.

CONCLUSIONS!!!

tbh this had a looooot of good character moments but i think it was mostly a "putting the chessboard pieces in place" episode. still tho damn, those characters moments. highlighting carla/ruby giving me emotions, sutekh/doctor taunting, doctor/kate antagonism MY BELOVED, ruby/rose (best ship name?????), doctor/mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being everything!!!!, doctor finally dealing with the susan of it all!!!! (ilu for this rtd). doctor/ruby being super cute and queer before experiencing THE HORRORS, idk how i feel about the reveal since tbh i didnt care much for that serial sdlfkjsdfds but hey. anyway excited for next week. tv show reveal def coming for the second-act-reversal !!!!!/is a hopeless case ALSO enjoyed the filming of this as well (snow! vhs effect!!!) and this is def the most interesting UNIT has ever been lol

[runawayballista]

ive been feeling sooo overhwelmed lately but i think its because. i have spent too much of the last few weeks not conscious. not getting out of bed until 9-9:30 every day is starting to fuck with me as is having to spend multiple days in the last few weeks on flexeril. dislike!!! i think inm going to try to go back to writing before bed every night, even if its just a little bit by hand, because before i got thrown so badly off my groove by my last job that worked really well! it was always a nice way to end the day. kinda doesn't matter what i'm writing altho it WOULD be nice to fininsh up this next chapter of spy x psycho. ugh my brain feels like an itchy wool sweather bleaergghh

[iamyelling]

going to an apartment tour tomorrow morning with my friend. it's a different style of building but we like the floorplan/layout and it is nice and relatively cheap (considering the COL for the area), but it's farther in the opposite direction of jobs by a little bit, which is less ideal but not a big deal. would be fun if we both moved there and lived in the same building!

after that, i have my nails appointment. feels a little early tbh but it is nice that it's before my birthday this weekend so i get fresh bday nails. although i'm not sure what i'm gonna get. maybe a snakey that connects across each hand? idk. taking suggestions and ideas! level 1 or 2 art (no super fancy intricate level 3 stuff).

also thinking about how i might .. probably... need to stop getting my nails done. not that it's that expensive, but that i have no facken maney! and everything ELSE is so expensive. sad about it

i need to add some stuff to my portfolio and update the url which i need my dads help to do. i was working on it last week but i got overhwelmed and stuck and gave up. the two things that are getting me stuck rn are i need to show some landing page / website designs and it looks ugly/bad/lazy to just past the design straight into the portfolio page. would be better to do it in a like device mockup, ideally as like a gif so it scrolls. and then has a button to preview it fullscreen/live. but last week when i was lookin for device mockups i couldnt find one i liked. so i gotta try again.

the other thing i'm stuck on is how to present an ebook/long pdf intended for digital. should i pretend it was intended for print? it wasnt.. and the designs are not like left-right page designs, they're single spreads. which retrospectively is stupid looking but i was not in the business of questioning stupid shit at that job. i'm proud of the design nevertheless, but it's unfortunately a like 20 page letter-size document. cool and impressive somewhat but idk how to present it.

once i get that updated i will feel ready to post on linkedin and reach out to old coworkers and stuff . but until then i am too ashamed of my shit-ass portfolio website.

[mejomonster]

I know the current bi rep in shows overall isn't perfect, but woe does it mean a lot to me just how much more common it us to nowadays find lots of mainstream watched shows that have explicitly bi characters in them

When I was growing up there was rarely lgbt representation in shows unless they were specifically made for lgbt audiences (buffy is the only one I can think of, or a couple eps in ds9, xena was subtext but the close, then there was queer as folk and the l word that mainstream wasn't watching)

And now? I can check out a show a family member recommends, and there's a good chance there's a bi character like me. Not always, but a decent amount of time. How to Get Away With Murder. The 100. Pretty Little Liars. Person of Interest. Orphan Black. Black Sails. (And I can find cdramas with bo characters like Bureau of Transformers like Two Souls in One like Bromance, can find Thai dramas like 3 Will Be Free, Japanese dramas like Kieta Hatsukoi). Can find video games like Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Assasins Creed, Life is Strange, The Last of Us 2. A lot of these aren't perfect by any means and some I like or dislike more than others.

But when I was growing up? People told me flat out that bisexuals didnt exist. Authority figures, peers, told me how I felt wasn't valid and I needed to "pick." Told be bisexual just meant I wanted to sleep with everything that moved (which yes fucked up to say to a person and fucked up to say to a 15 year old kid). And I had so little way of knowing any better, of examples of myself to counteract what I was being told and expected to do. My school GSA also didn't think bisexuality was a 'thing,' but instead a 'phase' or for attention or people who haven't made up their mind (and god do those beliefs make me angry). It took years of being surrounded by this and occasionally thank God meeting another bisexual person who felt like I did and understood, of finding online lgbt resources that recognized bisexuality, it took finding more community.

And now its just. I'm so glad if I was a show I can see someone like me. I'm so glad no one in my family can say "bisexuality isn't real" because it's not something to believe anymore - I can point out a celebrity who's popular who's bisexual, I can mention a show a movie a game they've seen and bring up what bisexuality is in case they want to play pretend that they cant understand what it is. But growing up people genuinely got away with saying it wasn't real, claiming you were in a phase or being a freak, and you couldn't find another person like you at your age who wasn't being fed the same bullshit to hate themselves and wonder why people were calling their feelings fake, you couldn't find a piece of popular media and go THATS what I'm like goddamn it.

God it isn't perfect by any means but representation does matter and I'm so glad to see the increases that have happened over the last couple decades. (In the movie industry in some ways its gotten worse mind you, Disney being one particular fucker). But just like... if I'd been 15 and seen Annalise Keating on TV I might have known bisexuality is real and I can grow up and have an established life and there's bisexuals who know their sexuality and live their lives. If id seen The 100 I might have realized you can love multiple genders and not have to 'pick' like all the fucking adults in my life claiming. I remember so fondly But I'm a Cheerleader growing up cause it's was a rare movie I saw where a girl who loves a girls feelings were treated as REAL and they got a happy ending. Just seeing lgbt people at all as explicitly accepting of their sexuality and acknowledged and having a happy ending was notable. I remember even Jennifer's Body stood out back then because even not being the main point, and being a horror, it was nice to see another bi teen girl like I was in anything. There's still so much more Id like improved on and more diversity shown and more stories in general explored. But it's nice to see bi people at all in common things now, on channels other than specifically for lgbt audiences, it's nice to see enough now that I know a person watching regular media is more likely to at least vaguely know lgbt people Exist. (Whereas when I was growing up, if you weren't watching lgbt channel stuff or japanese bl anime you were unlikely to see lgbt people mentioned at all as a thing that even might exist - even shows that barely do much now like Teen Wolf having a minor gay character where it's explicitly acknowledged is more than mainstream media was likely to show when I was growing up). I'm just. I'm glad there's a bit more visibility.

[phoenixyfriend]

A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba

Where's my stupid AU where 14yo Ahsoka and 20yo Anakin somehow end up with custody of 11yo Boba because [handwave] reasons?

This can include time-travel to, like, The Bandomeer Incident and just everything being terrible for everyone, and at least one clone (Rex, it's always Rex) that treats Boba like a Weird Baby.

Preferably this would mean that Anakin and Rex, ostensibly adults, are separated from Ahsoka and Boba, which is a problem because all of these people are prone to causing trouble, but Boba is a very angry and violent young child that hates Ahsoka on principle, and she's having a bit of trouble keeping him from, like, blowing up entire buildings.

Boba shouts his head off about Galidraan happening in a few months and Rex and Anakin are like "Huh... preventing that would probably keep Mandalore from becoming as completely unstable as it eventually does... fuck, okay, we'll go keep that from happening; Ahsoka, keep an eye on The Brat."

And she does! Mostly! But they're on Bandomeer, and Xanatos shows up, and then Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon arrive, and she has to just Defend Her Decisions while also keeping Boba from throwing himself at Xanatos for Biting Purposes.

@atagotiak asked:

Does Boba know much about Galidraan? Or how to contact someone about it and how to avoid it? I guess Anakin and Ahsoka can help on the Jedi side of things but if the Mandos are still trigger happy it’s not going to go great either way.

I guess not approaching them in the first place would help… or maybe approaching with less people?

I think Boba only knows that it was a big bad situation that happens this year because Jango always got really maudlin on the anniversary and told stories about his dead friends. A few of the other surviving members (in the Cuy'val Dar I guess?) were maybe the same?

But also like. I feel like just having Rex show up and take his helmet off would cause enough confusion that everyone just kinda Stops.

Anakin wanders into frame the area and makes fifty people float, and goes "Huh, this is cool. Everybody shut up, I'm supposed to be stopping a massacre. Apparently. Rex, we're stopping a massacre, right?" "I've been told it's a massacre, sir." "Right, we're stopping a massacre!"

Galidraan: Two young idiots show up and forcibly induct your army and your enemy's army into their subpar comedy routine. Bandomeer: There is a feral child trying to bite a wannabe Sith while the babysitter he loathes apologizes to said wannabe Sith's estranged father for her charge's behavior. Also tiny Obi-Wan is here.

I don't know much about Bandomeer but I want to say that Baby-Wan is unnerved and overhwelmed by the fact that this random Jedi Padawan he's never met--but SHOULD know of since she's not much older than him--is overjoyed to see him for inexplicable reasons.

There's also going to be a random knight that's going to coo over how adorable he is, but said random knight is currently several systems away trying to keep a massacre from happening and isn't going to show up for A Hot Second.

Xanatos would absolutely go down if he had to face Qui-Gon and Ahsoka at the same time. She's admittedly still very baby, but she also held her own against Grievous at that age, so...

Per Tia:

She could probably beat him. The question is whether she or Qui-Gon would be like, emotionally able to kill him. That being said Ahsoka has decapitated people and Xan is hurting kids so maybe she wouldn’t have a problem.

I really do like the idea that Anakin and Rex, by nature, devolve into what appears to be a completely natural and only semi-competent stand-up routine to everyone who doesn't already know them/their circumstances.

Jango and Dooku's primary point of connection ends up being "oh my god can they please just shut up."

Ahsoka calling up Anakin like "hey,,, a darksider showed up but so did, uh, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Agri-Corps Member Obi-Wan Kenobi......"

Anakin assures her that everything is fine and he's proud of her and she did a good job and, anyway, put Master Jinn on-- And he hands off the comm to Dooku like Yeah This Is Your Problem Now.

"Okay, Snips, don't freak out, and remember that Tyranus isn't a thing yet and the CIS doesn't exist? Okay? Anyway, give the comm over to Master Jinn so we can get this Xanatos situation handled."

[shoves his comm at Dooku] "Handle your damn kids."

"Your lineage, your problem." "...general, aren't you--" "Shhhh, not yet technically, c'mon Rex, work with me here."

This would somehow go Rexwalker because uhhhhhhhh yeah

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Night🌙6

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (to be warned later in series), nocturnal playtime, unwanted touching.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

for @kittykatlow​‘s 200 Follower Celebration

Note: I’m working on more drabbles and Eye of the Storm! But for now, enjoy some Andy.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Your appointment went as well as it could have. The doctor ran bloodwork and several other tests as Andy nodded knowingly as if to say ‘I told you so’, which he also did aloud several times after. The drive home was a reiteration of what you should, and more enthusiastically, what you shouldn’t do. 

It was really starting to feel like he believed you were an actual child. Your own father had never talked to you in such a way. You couldn’t say the same for your mother but even she could reel it in long enough that you didn’t feel like a complete moron. Andy just seemed to latch onto every mistake you made and sink his teeth in until he tasted blood.

And like the teenager he treated you as, when you got back to his house, you stormed up to the guest room and slammed the door. You fell onto the bed and screamed into the pillow. Oh yeah, that long lost adolescent rage returned. Then it all drained from every inch of you and you rolled over to stare at the ceiling.

You could hear Andy below. You listened to him moving around, the decisive click of his polished leather shoes. He climbed the stairs and you heard him stop outside your door. He sighed and retreated to his own room. Your day off an you’d spend it like this; raging at your new warden.

The knock on your door made you flinch. 

“Hey,” Andy’s voice sounded decisively through the door. “I’m going into the office for the rest of the day. I’ll be in around six.” He paused and the handle jiggled but didn’t turn. “You know where everything is.”

You didn’t answer him. You waited until he left, the footsteps on the staircase, the front door, the soft rollover of his car engine. You sat up and pulled out your phone. A single voicemail; your parents’ number.

“Hey, kiddo,” Your dad’s voice rose from the speaker. “Your mom wants to know when you’re getting the rest of your stuff.” A slight pause and a cough. “You know I don’t care and you take your time but if she asks, I told ya to come get it… Love you.” The line buzzed. “And your mom loves you too but she’s just as stubborn as you, you know? Well, anyway, uh, bye.” Another glaring silence. “Oh, and it’s still my house. I’ll be happy to see ya, kiddo.”

You saved the message and dropped your phone to bounce on the mattress. You put your head in your hands as you tried to resist the overhwelming swell of sadness that overcame you. You didn’t care about your stuff and you couldn’t bring it here. You wouldn’t. Sell it, toss it, you didn’t care.

You sat up and dropped your hands to the bed in defeat. You were such a fuck up.

🌙

You avoided Andy for a few days. You found excuses to stay in your room when you weren’t working and even spent a good deal of time in the backyard, weeding the overgrown garden. It didn’t matter. Autumn was close and most of the plants were dead. It must have been her job, or maybe a cherished hobby.

Aside from Andy’s prickly nature, she made it harder. That stranger; Laurie. You were an imposter in her place; usurping her as she laid in a hospital entirely unaware. You only knew what the press put out. He never said much about it. Did you really expect him to? All he ever spoke about was you, the baby, and everything you did wrong.

After a rather long day at work, made longer by your suddenly returned appetite and the smell of cinnamon and coffee, you returned to the house and found yourself back in the yard. You sat at the patio table and scrolled through your phone. 

Felicia wanted to meet up the next night. You hadn’t told her yet. If she took you for drinks, as she always did, she’d figure it out pretty quickly. Well, why were you hiding it? You wouldn’t be able to for much longer. You already felt a little bigger, wider at least. Would it be so bad to tell? To not be alone?

You swiped away her text and bit your thumbnail. You’d think about it and send your answer before you went to bed.

The screen door clattered and you sat up straight. You looked up as Andy emerged and strode across the deck. He had a beer in hand and placed it on the glass table as he neared the other side of the table. His tie was gone, his top button undone, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows.

“Here you are,” He said as he pulled out a chair and sat. “How was work?”

You shrugged and turned over your phone. “It was work,” You sat back and crossed your arms. “Do I ask you? Is that the right thing to do?”

He chuckled and popped the cap of the beer and took a swig. “Well, it was an exciting day. Had a defendant attack the judge. Didn’t get very close but a they took him out,” He turned the bottle on the table. “He got me good on his way out, even if he missed my face.”

You let your arms fall to rest over your stomach. You didn’t know what to say. Did he want pity? Surely you couldn’t relate to his courthouse crusades.

“Well, that sounds… scary.” You offered.

“It happens. Not a lot but you can never predict people,” He took another gulp of beer. “What are you doing out here? It’s gonna rain soon.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at the grey clouds. “I never minded the rain much.”

He was quiet as he picked at the label of his bottle. His toe tapped and he pushed his shoulders back.

“Your mother came to see me,” He said gently. “Said something about tossing your stuff out on the lawn.”

“Shit,” You winced. “She shouldn’t have--”

“You haven’t talked to her?”

“And say what, exactly? She made her feelings about me pretty clear.” You played with the case of your phone as you turned it over. “My dad called me but… I don’t care about all that shit.”

“We can go get it. It’s not--”

You laughed and shook your head. “Why? You’re so eager to erase my former life, why would you care?” You threw your hand up and planted your elbow on the table. “It’s just books. A few stuffed animals. I never really could afford much of value. The poor pauper girl.”

“I never--”

You stood and slid your phone into your pocket. You still wore the plain black shirt and matching pants from work. Your fly was half undone to relieved the pressure and your shirt had caught in your waistband. You pulled the hem down and pushed in your chair.

“I’m hungry. I’m going to get changed and make something to eat.” You said.

You left him there and went inside. After slipping into some leggings and a loose tee, you swept into the kitchen and surveyed your options. Some linguine with chicken and spinach. That didn’t sound too bad.

You pulled out a chicken breast and the cutting board. You put the water on boil and heated the frying pan. You started to chop up the chicken into chunks as you heard the back door. Andy appeared and set his bottle down across from you as he stood on the other side of the island. It gave a hollow clink; empty, already.

“So, what are you making?” He leaned on the marble.

“Pasta,” You answered curtly. “You have any hot peppers? Hot sauce?” You opened the fridge. “I wouldn’t mind something spicy.”

“Check the door,” He said. “You must be past the nausea. You know, I always heard the cravings were the worst part. I never really considered pickles anything to drool over but---”

“Stop, please,” You interjected as you turned back with a jar of banana peppers. You could dice them up and mix them into the sauce. “It’s miserable. All of it.”

He sighed and stood straight. He rounded the counter and opened the cupboard. He added oil to the pan and it crackled. He put it back and turned to grab the spinach and rinsed it in the colander. He set it on the counter and turned back to watch you slice the chicken.

“You gonna keep this up?” He asked.

“What?” You set the knife down and dumped the chicken into the pan and washed your hands..

“You gotta try to meet me halfway,” He turned.

“Meet you halfway? Andy, christ,” You spat as you stirred the chicken and seared it. “How much more can I give you?”

“Bit of courtesy, maybe,” He said. “I’m trying here but you won’t even--”

“There you go again, speaking to me like a child. I am not a child. Let’s start there,” You pointed at him with the spatula. “You should know that.”

He considered you, his blue eyes drifted then returned to you. He gave a small smile. “I definitely know you’re not a child.”

“I’m serious.”

He nodded and exhaled. “Alright, I’ll try to ease off.”

You squinted at him. “I really wanna believe you will.”

He scoffed and brushed past you. He went to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He flipped the cap off and leaned against the door.

“I’m a lawyer. I can’t help it.” He shrugged. “But for the sake… of the baby, I’ll take my foot off the pedal. A little.”

“Cool,” You set the spatula down. “So you won’t mind if I go out tomorrow night. My friend Felicia wants to have dinner.”

“Dinner?” He repeated. You raised a brow. “Yeah, fine. That sounds like fun.”

“Great,” You smiled and grabbed the linguine noodles. “And you know, you’ll get a night to yourself. Win-win.”

🌙

You texted Felicia after dinner and for the first time in a while, you felt excited about something. So excited you found it hard to settle down. A bigger problem because you had an opening shift the next morning and you were already constantly exhausted.

You laid in bed and tossed and turned. You stared at the ceiling, then rolled over and stared at the window, then tried laying on your stomach until your leg fell asleep. It was at least an hour of endless turmoil, trying to force yourself to doze, before you just resigned to blinking into the dark.

You listened to the gentle spatter of rain. As always, Andy was right. It was really annoying. You sighed and peeked out the window as the rivulets streamed down the glass. The moonlight shone through the droplets in silver orbs. You turned onto your side and counted them, hoping it would coax you to sleep.

Then you heard it. At first, you were certain it was nothing. The wind, maybe. But it continued, steady, slowly mounting. The heavy breaths coated with sultry groans. You froze and craned your head to look over your shoulder as you listened. You’d left your bathroom door open without thinking and could hear a little too much through the one at the other end.

You dropped your head back to the pillow as the voice continued; deep and drawn out. It wasn’t hard to guess what was going on; what the only other person in the house was doing. Andy was only human after all. Well, you’d fucked him almost on sight. You were no saint. Yet it felt so wrong, hearing him like that. Worse that as you closed your eyes, you could only imagine him in the other room with his hand…

You pulled the duvet over your ear and pressed your head to the pillow. You felt a tickle between your thighs and squeezed them together. Ignore it, just listen to the rain. But his voice only got louder and louder until it finally peaked in a sharp grunt. Your lips parted and you shuddered. He was done, thank god.

It was silent for a few minutes, all but the gentle patter of rain. Then the bed groaned through the wall and soft footsteps. You were tense as you listened, moreso as you heard him near the other side of the bathroom door. 

Shit, he had to clean himself up and… 

The door opened and you heard his feet on the tile. He let out a growled and cranked the sink on. Your door was still wide open. It sounded as if he was right beside you as the water flowed and his breathing evened out. He turned off the faucet but lingered in the bathroom.

Then he stood in the door to your room. You could feel him there, looking at you. You were thankful your back was to him. Slowly, he crept closer and you felt him looming over you, just at the side of your bed. Your nerves were on fire, every hair on your body was on end.

The blanket moved just a little as he tugged at it. You made yourself stay still as he paused, waiting for you to react. He let out a long breath and yanked harder to dislodge the duvet from under you. You squeezed your eyes shut, terrified. You should say something, do something, tell him to fuck off!

He bared your leg and the cool air raised goosebumps along your skin. Your shorts offered little coverage and had ridden up your ass. He let the blanket rest on the other side of your leg and his fingertips grazed your calf and thigh. He touched your ass and pressed more firmly against it.

Then suddenly he recoiled. You heard him swallow and he pulled the blanket back over you. He turned and retreated into the bathroom, your door clicking closed behind him, the second which led into his own room. The silence was pierced by his muffled voice.

“Shit.”

[shijas]

touched-starved megumi slowly being acclimatised to touch really lives rent free in my head.

like, his childhood was pretty all over the place, and he clearly spent middle school getting into fights and straight up brooding, so it’s make sense for touch in megumi’s mind to be associated with strength and violence and pain and vulnerability, the latter two things would especially be hard for megumi to live with i think???? i don’t really know how to explain??? but like we see that uncontrolled vulinerabilty, and leaving yourself vulnerable is like putting yourself on a wanted list for shamans. and so touch, in megumi’s eyes, should only occur with a few specific purposes and those purposes usually weren’t the most pleasant experiences in his mind. i assume people only touched him for: training/sparring, which is literally allocated time when someone can just straight up, inflict harm; someone deciding to fight him out of jealousy or revenge or fear or some sort of negative emotion; and in the worst case scenario people are touching him to heal him because in some capacity he’s weak, he was not strong enough to do whatever he needed to do without injury. i think healing touches, when the touch has to be gentle because fundamentally megumi is already vulunerable and already hurting would sting the most, like emotionally and physically because sometimes touch, even gentle touch, do he hurting tho... (this got long, but for how nobara/yuji break this pattern keep reading!)

and then nobara and yuji arrive and it’s like a hurricane of positive touching. yuji is affectionate!! physical touch is definitely a part of his love languages and so yuji just enjoys giving hugs!! yuji likes high fives!! and fist bumps!! and holding hangs while swinging them in the space between eachother while walking, even though it’s kind of childish. and megumi doesn’t know how to say no to these things, to the boundless enthusiasm that is yuji!! and he also feels a little guilty because he kinda dragged yuji into this world, away from his friends and the familiar comfort/touch he was used too. so megumi doesn’t like, consciously, try to stop any of the touch despite his general aversion. instead he indulges yuji to the best of his ability, because he comes to find that it’s not always bad and he doesn’t really mind; it takes a while to fully like not have a defensive, fight or flight response to the touches and he defo judo flips and sucker punches yuji over and over, because yuji is 1000000% a sneak affection attacker. the closest touch has ever been to ‘nice’ for megumi is probably healing for his stupid amount of serious wounds, and as both an apology and his first steps in reciprocation, megumi applies the gentleness of healing touches he remembers to the injuries he (accidentally??) gives yuji, because all he really about touch that isn’t supposed to hurt is how to rub softly against a spot that will probably bruise, and how to wrap or plaster a cut from a judo flip that led to some scrapes, he’s very good at icing bumps and twists and strains; and so they put themselves back together like that, and yuji keeps up his ‘surprise back hug events’ like they don’t straight up lead to a bruised sternum.

nobara breaks down the ‘touch is violence, touch is pain and pain is bad’-thing even faster than yuji, because she’s lived by her philolosphy as an affectionate puncher, a sweet kicker; she’s defo the type to bite your fingers and pinch your arm, but it’s well and truly out of all the love she cannot contain in her heart (which frustrates her a little bit so she will give you a sharp jab in retribution for feelings). what helps uncross the wires of megumi’s learnt behaviour (or maybe cross them idk) that ‘touch and violence and therefore bad’, is that her teasing and, honestly barely painful, ribbing is always interspersed by the softest of touches that aren’t tinged by the smell of antiseptic, blood or pity. this type of touch gets more frequent the more comfortable they get with eachother (think learning to lean on eachother post yuji death), like nobara will say ‘ew’ while forcing megumi to lay his head in her lap when they’re tryna catch their breath during training, and if his towel is nearby she’ll pat the sweat off his forehead and then complain about said sweat just because she knows he likes listening to her complain about mundane stuff; and she’ll make a million and one spiky sea urchins puns (did you know the japanese word for urchin is uni and linguistically meguni is a hilarious pun that i can see happening in canon) but is the first to rake her fingers through the mess of megumi’s hair, if she noticed he’s tried and hasn’t been taking care of himself. like yeah she throws her pens at him when he tries to help her with their maths homework, but her aim is so scary good it’s funny, and he can always throw them back and she won’t really get any more angry, and so they throw pens at eachother and laugh about it and nobara sketches random patters on to megumi’s skin with the pen she almost used to impale his eye.

anyway the point i’m getting at (probably incomprehensible into this mess of hc and meta) is: yuji and nobara come along, and suddenly, touch isn’t something that burns a little, isn’t something that spooks, isn’t something that requires the tightening of megumi’s jaw and his ribs and his spirit, and of course, sometimes it gets a little overwhelming (WHICH IS OKAY!! TOUCH AS STIMULATION IS OVERHWELMING SOMETIMES AND THATS OKAY AND VALID, EVEN IF YOURE AN AFFECTIONATE OR TOUCHY PERSON!!) and megumi needs to like take a couple of steps back. and they talk about it, because communication is key, and boundaries are healthy things to put in place, and by god the first years will try and build as safe and healthy a relationship between the three of them as they possibly can! and yeah they talk about it, and some days touch is too much for of them and that’s okay, affection, fondness, compassion can be shown in other ways, through other actions and they’ll utilise those a bit more as easily as they utilise touch a bit less, and slowly but surely, megumi becomes a lot less touch-starved and starts to seek it out on his own and initiate it in ways that are comfortable to him, like learning to braid hair so he can play with nobara’s or grabbing yuji’s hand first while their walking or just pressing his thigh into whoever he’s sitting next to in class and that’s fine and that’s good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i’m very much attached to this idea.

bonus gojo (as per usual): when megumi became his ward, for obvious, bitter, reasons he wasn’t really tryna like touch. this kid. riling megumi up was easy enough with just words and i feel like firstly, teasing is a part of gojo’s love language in a mirror of how it’s a part of nobara’s (mmmmmmm gojo and nobara parallels are another brain worm that EATS me) and secondly, gojo goes through his own thing with touch, and like affection. as someone whose essentially raised on an absolutely, ridiculous, pedestal and then successfully surpasses even the heights of that pedestal to basically become a living legend AND the whole physical, literal thing with infinity or limitless (or whatever his cursed technique is i’m sorry i didn’t pay attention to the cursed energy explanation any of the times it came up) ANYWAY, so gojo and megumi probably both touch-starved idiots. but, like gojo does care for megumi, like as his student and as this kid he watched grow up, like ofc he does because he’s not a completely useless person. and so he definitely encourages nobara and yuji’s plan to positively reinforce touch in megumi’s brain and slowly, for fear of being straight up bitten, endeavours to extend the casual affection he easily applies to the other two, to megumi too. idrk the logistics of it, but i think it’d be cute for one day gojo putting his hand out to ruffle megumi’s hair, but like not imposing his hand, like it’s just out and about really, and usually megumi nopes or hisses or whatever other gremlin mood he’s decided to incorporate to the finite number of facial expressions he’s willing to make, but today he’s feeling charitable and lets gojo ruffle his hair, kinda like a cat ya know, like leans into it a bit in a very clear you have permission to pet!!!! and gojo’s just jojo sobbing through his blindfold like “oh my god my son loves me” and megumi is regretting not biting him.

[phobidawg]

This is insanely late, but I finally finished up my fic for the Renegades Fic Exchange, hosted by @narcissacronin and @ruby-assassin! It’s for @onecannotbebravewhohasnofear with the prompt of “something with Callum.” I hope you like it! <3

SUPERNOVA SPOILERS!

And AU where Callum survived Supernova, and all the team is grown up. It’s Giving Thanks Day, and Nova is completely overhwelmed with preparations, so Callum offers to babysit the kids. 

Word Count- 1728

Callum turned the lock, patting the granda victorian doors fondly. The wooden sign above them read “Treadwell’s Treasures.” The name had been an offhand thought of Nova’s. Though Maggie has scoffed, Callum thought it was charming. And so, the three of them had pooled their money, and bought Callum his dream museum. The museum hosted a wide variety of historical objects and presentations. The council even let Callum showcase many of the unused prodigy objects in the artifacts room, under the condition that they could access them at any time they needed. 

Treadwell’s Treasures was his favorite place to be in the world, hence why it had been open even today, a national holiday. Giving Thanks Day was to honor the gifts they had. It was a holiday that Callum himself had suggested to the Council, and they’d readily agreed.

There was a beep, and Callum looked down at his Renegade watch. He picked it up, and was met with a distressed Nova yelling at someone “no the other pot, there’s already something in that one!”

“Nova, are you okay?” Callum could sense the anxiety and Nova’s overwhelmed state of being through the phone. 

“Hi Callum, it just wanted to remind you that dinner’s at- Andromeda please don’t touch that it’s hot!”

“Dinner?” From the sound of it, that was the last thing Callum expected Nova to tell him about. 

“Yes it’s at 5… OSCAR PLEASE-”

“Do you need a hand?”

“Oh no you don’t have to do that,” There was a bang and a squeal that sounded suspiciously like Oscar in the background. It sounded like Callum did to do that. “I’ll be there in 10!” Callum reponsonded brightly, before hanging up and jogged to his bike. 

Callum never went anywhere by car, he believed that saving the environment was in the small things. He also always wore a helmet, which he buckled now.

Passing through the streets, Callum admired the improvement the Council had made to the dilapidated suburbs. The project was a huge undertaking, and when he had time Callum liked to help the effort. Though the main priority was making them safe to live in, Callum liked it when  the helpers repainted a house a bright color. The reds, yellows, greens, and blues really brightened the atmosphere of the whole place.

Callum turned a corner, smiling at people as he passed. Soon he neared a pretty, light blue house. Parking his bike, he knocked on the door.

Nova opened it, and promptly ushered him in.

“Happy Giving Thanks Day!” She began to hug him, but a “Nova! The pasta is on fire!” quickly recalled her back to the kitchen.

Callum wasn’t alone for long, only moments passed before a little girl came to hug his legs.

“Uncle Callum!” She squealed. He laughed, swinging her up over his head. She shrieked gleefully and he kissed her cheek. Callum loved when Nova’s kids called him Uncle, even if they were by no way related. 

“Andromenda! How’ve you been? How’s Bear?”

Andromeda showcased her stuffed cat proudly. “He got a cut above his eye, but I gave him stitches myself. Callum peered at the stitching. “Wow! You're going to have to give me lessons! I ripped my pants yesterday gardening, can you fix those too?”

Andromeda considered, before nodding, determined. “I’ll fix them!”

“Whew, what would I do without you.” He set her down, and she scampered off to find Nina, Oscar and Ruby’s daughter.

“Callum! Nova said I would find you here.” Adrian clapped his shoulder. The two exchanged greetings as Adrian led him to the back room. “Thank you so much for offering to help out, it’s really hectic- Oscar, his mom, and Ruby’s parents and grandmother are all in the kitchen trying to cook over each other while she leads them, and Ruby and I are busy setting the table and finishing up decorations… it’ll only be for a half hour before my dads and everyone else come and they’ll be fine on their own.”

“It’s no problem! I’m glad to help.” Callum responded, and Adrian sighed in relief. 

“Thank you so much.” He ran off to find Ruby again, and Callum was left with the kids.

There were three jumping kids, and one in a bucket seat. Andromeda and Nina, the 6 year olds, and Lucas, Ruby and Oscar’s 4 year old son. The one in the bucket seat began to cry, so Callum went over to pick the child up. Cradling the baby, he looked down and bopped it’s nose.

“Why are you so sad Diana?” He cooed, moving around a little bit to soothe her. Diana waved one little fist, sucking on the other. Callum caught the first, and enclosed it in his hand. Diana made a gasping sound, and her eyes widened as she wondered where her fist had gone. Callum smiled, and opened his hand. The little girl goggled at her newly reappeared hand, tears forgotten. Callum bounced her a little, and reached over to get the sash from the table. He handed the little girl to Andromeda for a moment, and put the sash over one shoulder and under the other. He took the baby back and settled her in the hammock like space that was made before turning to face the other children.

“Lucas, Nina! I believe it’s been a full week since I saw you last. Have you been good for your parents?”

The two bounced on the balls on their feet, nodding profusely. Callum smiled at them. “I’ve been good too!” Andromeda piped up. Callum laughed, and dug around in his pocket. Pulling out his hand, he extended it towards the three and opened it. The squealled gleefully when they saw the little caramel chews. Callum mimed a shushing motion, “your parents won’t be very happy since caramel gets stuck in your teeth, but a little extra sweetness has done nothing but help people.” 

“Thank you Uncle Callum!” They chorused, unwrapping them eagerly. 

Diana gurgled, and Callum reached over to grab her bottle. “I didn’t forget you.” He reassured, handing it to her.

“What were you doing before?” He asked when the candies had been eaten.

“We were playing family.” Andromeda informed. 

“I was the baby.” Nina complained, crossing her arms. “I wanted to be the dog!” She exclaimed, “And plus we already have a baby.”

“But Diana can’t play with us, and not every family has a dog.” Andromeda reasoned.

“I’m the Dad.” Lucas stuck his chest out proudly, looking at Andromeda for approval. She was too busy arguing with Nina though. Callum told Lucas he looked very manly.

“Well I can’t see why Nina can’t be a dog, not every couple has a child. Look at Aunt Danna and Aunt Narcissa!”

Nina began to grin, and Andromeda paused, considering.

“Well, they don’t have a dog either.” She said, as if that settled it. 

“That’s because Auntie Narcissa is allergic to dogs.” Lucas pointed out. “If she wasn’t they might!”

“Oh…” 

Callum was a little lost on the logic of toddlers, but could sense it was going to work itself out.

“Does that mean I can be a dog?” Nina was looking between them, equally lost. 

Andromeda didn’t answer, eyebrows furrowed, but Lucas told his sister that of course she could.

“Yay!” Nina jumped up and down.

“Wait, what’s Uncle Callum going to be?” Andromeda asked.

Callum considered, “the next door neighbor?”

“You can be the grandpa!” Lucas giggled, and Callum laughed, joining the game.

~*~

 Once the company began to arrive, they all congregated in the living room. Danna, Narcissa, Maggie, Ruby’s brother’s, Max were all there. After the battle, the last four had become a Renegades team, along with another girl (who couldn't make it tonight.) Hugh and Simon were in their way, as well as Leroy and Danna’s parents. 

Callum took a seat next to Maggie. She and the boys from her team were engaged in a very serious game of Connect 4. It was Maggie and Max against the twins.

Callum whispered something in Maggie’s ear. She grinned and a moment later, she and Max had the twins beat.

“No fair! They cheated!” Jade pointed at him accusingly, but Max and Maggie couldn't hear of the sound of their whooping.

The two hours passed in a joyous blur of talking, friends, and intense games of Uno (Danna won every time.)

Food was served, and the rest of the guests came, the meal was ended, people left to play games in the other room, and an exhausted Nova took a seat next to him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, taking a bite.

“Aaaaaah.” Nova yell sighed. Callum pat her hand. “This is all amazing, you’ve done an outstanding job.” He reassured. She smiled at him.

“Hosting is hard,” she admitted. “It’s all much better now that I’m sitting though.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He laughed. “Well, I hosted a museum, but that’s very different.”

“Speaking of, how’s your Day of Triumph exhibition going?”

Callum nodded. “Very well, I think the people will walk out understanding both sides, the losses of both, and how it didn’t stop further problems- though a victory nonetheless.”

Nova nodded, fingers tapping her glass. “Are you doing another one of the ‘stand really still and look like a statue’ fundraisers soon? Because Narcissa loved it.”

“She did tell me that afterwards, also she said she had some good books I could borrow for my next exhibit.”

“That’s great!”

There was a pause of silence, before Nova said, “Thank you for coming over and watching the kids today. I know they’re a handful, but it was a huge help.”

Callum just smiled and waved it away. “Anytime, and it was no problem! Love the kids.”

Nova stood up. “You’re the best. Now I have to go wash the dishes.”

Ruby popped her head in the room. “Danna and I have got the dishes!”

Nova looked doubtful. “Clear the table…”

“Adrian did that.” Ruby informed.

“Oh!” Nova was surprised and clearly relieved. Callum gave her a gentle push towards the living room, where Adrian and her other friends were waiting for her on the couch. “Go!” 

Callum watched her sit and give Adrian a kiss on the cheek with content. His friends were happy, Gatlon was on the rise, and all was at peace in the world. He was most definitely thankful.

[emikochan]

Do you do au’s? Like the soulmate au? If you do then could I request a scenario with one of the yandere Nordics with their s/o and it turns out that they are intact soul mates but the s/o is like “no no NO! There has to be something wrong!” If you don’t then just ignore

A little scenario~

Enjoy🌸

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Today was the day.

Years of loneliness, wondering and sleepless nights where you imagined how your soulmate looks like would finally come to an end.

Following the tradition you came to the office of your town's hall, where they would draw the infamous blue satin curtain aside to reveal the other person, that got the same matching crescent moon on their wrist as you do.

You felt like your heart could jump out of your chest any second now, if it weren't for your hand clutching the rapidly beating spot on your chest tightly and keeping it in it's place. A large excited grin was over your face as you stood there. The mayor pulled the curtain aside to reveal...

Tozzled blonde hair, strong jaw, a handsome face, broad shoulders, a flashy smile and bright blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds as soon as they set their eyes on you.

Your pounding heart seemed to stop working for several seconds as the realization slowly settled in and your smile faded.

Mikkel Densen.

That Dane, who was recently introduced to you by your good friend Berwald, stood before you and was supposed to be your soulmate?

The same Dane, who creeped into your room to steal your personal stuff, offered you your favourite food last week ( how the hell did he know?!) and stood by your window one random night?

Oh hell to the NO

All aboard the NOPE TRAIN

"No, no no no nononono-" you started and pointed at him, while the mayor and his assistant exchanged confused looks.

"You stay the fuck away from me, you creep!"

"Miss (l/n), he is your soulmate. You are destined to be with each other."

"And isn't he such a lovely sweetheart too?" cooed his assistant while pinching his cheek.

"Such a handsome young man, you are so lucky!"

"Oh no, I'm not-!"

"Hey, I know we didn't have a good start but I'm sure we can get along if you just give me a chance." his voice was calm and friendly. He approached you slowly with open arms but you only shot him a disgusted glare, that instantly make him stop in his tracks to look at you with worry in his eyes.

Any other person would have been charmed but not you-you knew what a crazy psychopath that man is and you had no intention of "giving him a chance". He may try to hide the monster that he actually is behind that sweet and charismatic facade of his, but you saw right through his bs. You can't be fooled.

He knew all of this of course. As soon as he first saw you he felt this energy radiating from you. Mikkel felt his crescent moon stinch, it hurt so badly he would have yelped if he didn't happen to be in public back then. You were destined to be his and no boyfriend or girlfriend, parent or God could change your fate now. He figured it would only benefit him, if he already seeked out all of the important information and trivia about you; he would know you from the inside out soon enough anyways, so why procastinate the inevitable? He had to know everything about you: Your favourite colour, favourite food, favourite tv show, your favourite spot to go to, your prefered sleeping position, what perfume or soap you used, what exactly you were reading when you opened Tumblr or Quotev...

Of course he couldn't tell you that. It might seem a little overhwelming and he was eager to learn about you, but he figured that you could be a bit... "scared" to suddenly have a random dude in your life, that is destined to be your spouse, haha.

He honestly didn't want to scare you, he'll just try to be the friendly goofball he always is and give you the chance to warm up on him in your own pace. You'll adore him though- you two are destined to after all.

Maybe not today, but surely tomorrow. He'll make sure of it.

( Art by the incredibly talented Kaiser-mony on DeviantArt)

[taexual]

Comfort Zone / Chanyeol x Reader

You and Chanyeol bicker about absolutely everything so, naturally, he takes every chance he gets to prove you wrong. This time, he ends up setting new boundaries for your friendship in the process.

pairing: friends to lovers!au – park chanyeol x reader (made for @isakwon but anyone can read)

warnings: comedy, some strong language + sexual themes at the end

words: 4.5k

it is @isakwon ‘s 21st birthday today and I hope she knows she is the kindest person in the whole world!! happy birthday, my love, i’m wishing you all the happiness, health, and love in the world! i hope this will make you smile at least a little bit!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Chanyeol knew very well that you were going to groan and complain when he put the Avengers movie into the DVD player on your weekly movie night for the third time that month and he still did it. You were the kind of person who liked to see as many new things as possible – you’d have tried anything once – while he, apparently, loved to stick to what he was comfortable with.

“Why bother watching something else?” he told you after you gave him a look as soon as the Marvel logo showed up on screen. “We might get disappointed. At least, now you know the movie will be good.”

“Yeah, because you’ve already memorized all that happens,” you shot back. “When will it be my turn to choose the movie?”

“Never,” Chanyeol said, ignoring your gasp. “We’ve agreed: you decide what we eat, I decide what we watch.”

“Well, I’m not making you eat the same thing every Friday night, am I?” you countered.

“That’s because you can never decide what your favorite food is,” he answered, leaning his arm on the back of the couch behind your head. “Meanwhile, I know exactly what movie will be an amazing experience.”

“This doesn’t count,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “It stops being an “experience” when you do something more than once.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he disagreed, his eyes glued to the screen as if he was afraid to miss something even though he knew exactly what happened. “When you do something more than once but focus on different things each time, it still counts.”

“Don’t act like you focus on different things. It took you three times to notice that Stan Lee was in the movie at all.”

Chanyeol was the one who groaned this time. “They only showed him for two seconds. Forgive me for not paying attention that one time.”

“Three times.”

“Okay, shut up and watch the movie.”

You huffed but turned your head away from him to focus on the film instead. However, you couldn’t sit still for too long because Chanyeol – who usually tended to get lost in the movie that he was watching, no matter how many times he’s seen it before – couldn’t stop fidgeting in the spot next to you.

“You okay?” you asked. “You keep—”

“No,” he replied, cutting you off. “Something’s wrong. What’s this smell?”

“Well, unless you mean the pizza that’s hopefully behind our door – we ordered it over forty minutes ago, I swear something must have happened – I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you answered. “I don’t smell anything.”

He leaned in closer all of a sudden and you were sure your heart would have burst out of your chest from the unexpectedly close proximity but his move was so sudden, you barely had time to gasp properly before you felt him sniff you. Confused and, frankly, more than a little bewildered, you pulled away.

“I’m going to assume you think the smell is coming from me,” you said, your eyebrows raised.

“It is,” Chanyeol declared, pulling away. “Your hair smells like apples. It’s never smelled like that before.”

“Oh,” you said, blinking as you tried to process the fact that he seemed to know what your hair smelled like usually. “It’s this new conditioner one of my friends recommended. It’s supposed to make your hair all soft and what not.”

“Hmm,” he mumbled, obviously unpleased that you’ve changed something about yourself. He was far too in love with routine to enjoy switching things up every once in a while and you couldn’t help but shake your head at his reaction. He noticed it right away, “what?”

“Nothing,” you said, leaning back against the couch and hearing him inhale sharply as your scent – different but still very much full of you – hit his senses again. “It’s just that you’d rather die than try something new even if it’s as mundane as a new hair conditioner.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re starting again. We can watch a different movie next week—”

“No, I don’t just mean the movie,” you replied. “You never experiment. You always only do the things you’re used to.”

“What?” he frowned, not liking the tone of your voice. You sounded way too pleased with this statement and the only thing Chanyeol loved more than superhero movies was proving you wrong. “I do a lot of things that are new to me.”

“Name one new thing you’ve done this week.”

“I—I’ve met Sehun’s new girlfriend,” he declared after a moment’s hesitation.

“You’ve met his girlfriends before,” you pointed out.

“Sure, but I’ve never met this one,” he pushed. “It counts.”

“It really doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does!” his voice was getting louder which was a clear indication that he knew you were right. “Just because I don’t suddenly start to use shampoo – or conditioner, or whatever –  with an overwhelming smell does not mean I don’t try new things.”

Honestly, you didn’t think the smell of your hair conditioner was overhwelming – you weren’t sure if you wanted to question him about this – but you had bigger things to argue about.

“Yeol, there’s nothing wrong with sticking to what you know,” you said but he didn’t really hear you. “You don’t always have to—”

“But I do!” he insisted. “Look, dare me to do something. I’ll do it.”

You sighed. “Alright. Change the movie.”

“Not that.”

“Well, see!” you were laughing now. “You don’t—”

“Dare me to do something besides that,” he replied, his voice firm and dedicated to the task at hand. He was going to do whatever you told him to do just to prove a point. “We’re watching Avengers tonight whether you like it or not.”

You watched him for a moment, knowing very well that he was too eager to do something now – God knew challenging Chanyeol was a challenge itself – and you could no longer question why he got so stubborn about proving this to you, because he’d block all of your questions by jumping on the couch until you’d finally give him a dare – you could already see it.

Of course, Chanyeol loved to win and he absolutely adored being right, but, really, you both knew he loved being comfortable just as much. He wasn’t exactly strict against trying new things but it did take him a week to prepare to go to this new restaurant that had opened across the street from your building and that said a lot.

“Come on!” he insisted, his pupils dilating like those of a child on a sugar high.

“Okay, fine,” you finally gave in. “What’s the last thing someone told you to do but you refused?”

“Well, you—”

“Aside from me telling you to change the movie,” you added before he could cut in.

“Ah,” he considered this for a while – you had a feeling he had quite a few different things in mind but he was going to choose the one that was the easiest for him to do – and then nodded. “Alright, how’s this, Jongin had told me to to wear this bright blue cardigan the other day because he thought it’d suit my face, but I didn’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s bright blue,” Chanyeol replied, a disgusted expression on his features. “And I’m pretty sure he only told me to do it because he wanted to laugh at how stupid I looked.”

You smiled, not really caring about Jongin’s intentions because now you had different plans. “I’m sure I have some blue clothes you could wear.”

Chanyeol raised his eyebrows at this. “I don’t think we wear the same size.”

“So?” you shrugged your shoulders, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips because you could tell he was hoping to get out of having to do something by making up an excuse about it. “You’ve probably never worn girl clothes before, either, so you’ll get to kill two birds with one stone.”

You were already getting up from the couch to head to your bedroom but Chanyeol reached for your hand, stopping you.

“You want me to do it right now?” he asked slowly, a last-ditch attempt to save himself. “But the movie—”

“I thought you told me to give you a dare?” you replied.

He was hesitating – it was truly cute how much he did not want to do this and how hard he was trying to prove a point to you – but, in the end, completely for the sake of an argument he’d started himself, he had to let go of you and sigh.

“Okay, yeah,” he said. “Go ahead, bring me the clothes. I’ll put them on. It’s not that big of a deal.”

You considered reminding him yet again that he didn't have to do this but you knew that that would only encourage him more and, honestly, you were actually quite excited to see what Chanyeol would look like with a blue hoodie that you'd bought when one of your friends had convinced you that your closet needed more colors. You’ve only worn it once – to prove that same friend that you could wear something that wasn’t all black – and, while it wasn’t awfully uncomfortable, it still wasn’t your style.

Judging from the look in Chanyeol’s eyes when you’d brought the hoodie to him, it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, either.

“Do you have anything else that’s blue?” was his first question and you almost laughed. “Or, actually, why don’t we go with a different color? Like, red. I can wear red.”

“Jongin said blue,” you replied. “And your task is to finally do something that someone else had asked you to do but you weren’t brave enough for it.”

“It’s not about bravery,” he mumbled, pausing the movie and standing up from the couch so he could put the hoodie on. “You’re not very original with your dares, by the way. You’re just using someone else’s idea.”

Despite the complaining – or the roll of your eyes that followed – he still took the hoodie from you, inspecting it for a few seconds before bringing it over his head and immediately getting stuck.

“See, it won’t fit,” he said, both of his hands hanging halfway out of the sleeves, while his head was stuck somewhere in the material. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your lips at the sight of his clumsy position. “Let me do something else—”

“No, no,” you protested, too amused to let him back out of this now. “Here, I’ll help you. Sit down, so I can—”

“I can’t see.”

“I know, just take one step to the left and sit down,” you said, watching warily as he followed your orders, slowly lowering his body onto your couch as if he was afraid you’d moved it while he wasn’t watching. You shook your head at this. “You’ve been to my apartment a hundred times, you can find your way around my living room with your eyes closed.”

“Just help me put this on!” Chanyeol was getting impatient, his muffled voice letting you know that it wasn’t just difficult to speak with the hoodie over his head, it might have also been difficult for him to breathe.

“Alright, hold still,” you said, approaching him and taking one of his hands to help him locate the sleeve. Although, really, he looked just the right amount of ridiculous with his hands stuck halfway above his head and you considered taking pictures of this to use later instead of actually helping him. “Put it in here now—no, not that hard! You’ll rip it in half.”

Muffled snickering was heard suddenly. “That’s what she said.”

“I—” you stopped smiling. “You know I could punch you and you literally wouldn’t see it coming, right?”

Chanyeol flailed his arms around helplessly in response. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“I’m considering it,” you said grumpily, but went ahead and leaned into him so you could find the collar of the hoodie and finally help him get his head out.

As it turned out, Chanyeol wasn’t just great at becoming too full of himself whenever he had something to prove. He was also an absolute professional at getting entangled in very simple pieces of clothing – it took you nearly a minute to figure out what had happened and, by the time you realized that he had put the hood on his face — and that was the reason why you could not locate the collar — he had almost suffocated already.

“I’m going to pull this down your face now,” you said. “Let me know if I end up tugging on your hair.”

“Oka—ah, okay, no, that hurts,” he interjected immediately even though you’ve barely done anything. “I’m—stop! You told me to let you know – I’m letting you know. You’re literally pulling on my hair.”

“I hear you,” you replied, resting one of your knees between his legs for more balance as you tried to pull the hoodie down. “I didn’t say I’d stop doing it, though. I just told you to let me know.”

“You—be really glad I can’t see and can barely move right now,” Chanyeol warned as you tugged harder and finally – with a dramatic yelp from his lips – rescued him from the material of the hoodie. “God, finally! I thought I was going to die in there.”

“Be quiet or I’ll leave you stuck with your hands like this,” you countered, repositioning yourself so you could reach him and help him put his hands in the sleeves properly, so he could finally put both of his hands down.

You ended up having to lean against the couch with your other leg – your body hovering just above his right thigh – but Chanyeol didn’t seem to mind. He was obviously too constrained by the tight material of your hoodie to bother about anything – aside from complaining, of course – and, actually, he quite liked having you so close to him. He obviously wasn’t going to say that, though, but you would have understood it all if you’d turned your head and looked at his face.

“This is obviously the reason why I don’t listen to Jongin,” Chanyeol said after you’d twisted arm, making him hiss in pain. “Blue brings me bad luck.”

“This has nothing to do with blue,” you replied, pulling his arm into one of the sleeves and then tugging on the hoodie so he could put his hand down. “The problem is your obnoxiously wide shoulders.”

“My shoulders are normal,” he countered, furrowing his brows in offense. “It’s your hoodie that’s sewn for children. When’s the last time you’ve worn it?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Three, maybe four years ago. I didn’t really like it.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Chanyeol rolled his eyes as you moved to his other side to help him with his other hand – even though, he could have already gotten it on himself. “That’s why you gave it to me. Sprayed a whole bottle of perfume on it, too, by the smell of it.”

You leaned in closer – not noticing the way he jumped up in surprise – to smell the material against his chest and then shook your head. “It’s not that bad. You’re just a drama queen with an overly sensitive nose.”

“I am stuck in a hoodie that’s probably three sizes too small for me,” he countered. “Forgive me for being a little sensitive.”

“I forgive you.”

He groaned. “I really can’t stand you sometimes.”

“Good! That means I’m doing my job right,” you said with a smirk and then finally moved his other arm into the sleeve – you thought you’d end up breaking his bone before you’d help him fit into it. Then, finally, you tried to pull the hoodie down so it’d cover the black t-shirt he’d been wearing but that proved to be too difficult. “Okay. I’m not sure it’s going to go any lower.”

Chanyeol attempted to move his arms and both of you heard the sound of stitches ripping. Giving you a surprised look, he stopped moving, and instead, decided to settle with the hoodie staying right around his chest and his arms still hanging twenty centimeters away from his sides.

“Can you breathe?” you asked, holding in your laughter when you took a step away from the couch to give him a once-over.

Despite the hoodie looking like it was just a very tight and very blue piece of cloth wrapped around his chest, Chanyeol’s disheveled state still made him look cute in an absurd kind of way. You weren’t sure if you were trying not to laugh at his hunched posture or at the child-like expression on his face.

“I don’t know,” he answered you. “I’m scared to do anything.”

You were biting your lip now to resist smiling. “Would you hate it if I took a picture of you right now?”

“Yes,” Chanyeol said, glaring at you. “And don’t you dare laugh. I might have a limited ability to move with this thing on, but don’t you think for one second I won’t rip this off Hulk-style and then tackle you.”

You’ve thought it was impossible for him to look even more ridiculous but the sight of him, threatening you with a completely serious expression on – while his hair was all over the place and the hoodie tightened around his chest each time he inhaled – truly made it difficult for you to keep your composure and not burst out laughing right then and there.

“I’m not going to laugh,” you lied. “You just look adorable like this. Like an oversized baby who—”

“That’s it!” he stood up. “I’m taking this off.”

“No!” you whined, covering your mouth as you tried not to start giggling at the way Chanyeol got stuck with his arms spread out in a T position because the hoodie had risen up when he moved. “Keep it on! You’re finally doing something you’re not used to. I dare you to keep it on for the rest of the night.”

“No. That won’t do. You’ll keep laughing the entire time,” he disagreed, trying to reach the bottom of the hoodie without ripping the remaining stitches. “I knew this would make me look stupid.”

“You don’t look stupid,” you argued, pushing his hands away so he would stop trying to take it off. Chanyeol gave you a look and you nearly burst into a fit of giggles again. “Okay, so you look a little stupid—but in a cute way!”

He shook his head, reaching for the hoodie again. “There’s no such thing as—”

“Keep it on!” you swatted his hands away, pushing him lightly until he fell onto the couch with a loud huff of annoyance. “Come on, it took you this long to get here. You have to keep it on. When’s the next time you’re going to do something that’s so far out of your comfort zone?”

Chanyeol didn’t want to give in – he never did – but he had far too much dignity to actually stay like this. He could imagine the way he looked like right now – and he could see the laughter in your eyes – and, even though, he knew he had a face to make up for any kind of weird clothing, this hoodie was simply too much.

After making sure you were standing away from the couch and would not reach him in an instant, Chanyeol quickly moved the hoodie over his head.

“Yeol!” you yelped, striding towards the couch and immediately jumping on top of him as you tried to put the hoodie back on while he tried to take it off.

He was seconds from getting stuck again – taking the tight piece of clothing off was already difficult enough without you blocking his every move – but he won against you, successfully overpowering you and pulling the hoodie over his head as you fell on his lap in defeat.

“Fuck, finally,” he managed to pull the sleeves off by himself – groaning in pain all through it as he ended up having to extend his muscles in all kinds of new ways before he finally got the material off – and then tossed the hoodie aside. “Now I can breathe again.”

“So, I was right in the end,” you said, moving to roll off of him. “You really can’t stand doing something that’s out of your comfort zone.”

“No,” Chanyeol disagreed, grabbing your arm and stopping you, so you stayed right where you were. “I can’t stand people purposefully trying to embarrass me. I did put the hoodie on, didn’t I? That’s out of my comfort zone.”

“Right, but that doesn’t count because you barely lasted a minute with it on,” you answered, not really registering the fact that you were having a conversation with one of your closest friends while seated firmly on his lap because, frankly, it wasn’t that unusual. You and Chanyeol were always rather affectionate towards each other because—as you guessed—you had to use your actions to make up for the harsh words you’d said to each other.

“You didn’t say anything about how long I’d have to wear it,” he said with a grin. He could see it in your eyes – you were running out of arguments. He was winning. “Now, because you got to see me at my—arguably—lowest moment, let me think of something for you to do.”

“What?” your eyes widened. “That’s not how it works. You told me to give you a dare—”

“Yes and now I’m giving one right back,” he said. “That’s the only way it’s fair.”

“How is it fair?!” you protested. “I constantly try new things and experience stuff that I’m not used to.”

“Hmmm,” Chanyeol hummed purposefully loudly so you would know he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. “You’ve made me wear your clothes, which almost killed me—”

“You’re overreacting.”

“—so, obviously, I have to make you do something that’s similarly as unusual,” he finished, a sneaky smirk on his lips.

You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut. “You’re going to make me eat something disgusting, aren’t y—”

“Kiss me.”

Perhaps it was because you were already so close to him – and right on his lap, too – but you thought you could feel all breath leave your lungs and the usual attitude you’d have given him escape you with it, too, as soon as he said this.

“W-what?” you asked, almost dizzy when you looked into his eyes. Chanyeol’s laid-back expression contrasted with your confused one and you were suddenly even more aware of how attractive he was when his hair was messy and cheeks were flushed. “You’re daring me to kiss you?”

“Sure,” he shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the only thing that’s out of both of our comfort zones so – what was it that you’ve said? – you’d kill two birds with one stone. You’ll get to prove how easy it is for you to try new things and I’ll show you that I don’t mind doing stuff that I’m not used to. And, who knows, we might enjoy it, too.”

You were still watching him, unsure what to make of the easy way he’d explained this in. “You’re actually serious.”

“You don’t have to do it,” he said – knowing that he’d end up being a winner in either outcome of this situation – with the same shit-eating grin that you’ve seen on his face each time you’d lost an argument. He moved his hands to your waist to remove you from his lap. “That won’t really prove anything other than the boundaries you’d set for yourself. You only think you’d try everything but, actually, you—”

That’s when your lips crashed against his in a way that was far too messy to be considered a kiss. Chanyeol stopped talking, however, his hands freezing on your waist as you moved your lips against his to actually kiss him properly. A moment later, he got himself together enough to kiss you back and, almost as soon as he responded to you, he felt your body relax against his.

Kissing your friend wasn’t just a new experience, it was weird – or so you thought – but, as your lips moved against his, you couldn’t fully grasp just how much this was going to change everything. The only thing you were capable of thinking about was the feeling of Chanyeol’s hands as he brought you closer to his body, and the taste of his tongue when he brought it over your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss and then doing it anyway once your lips parted in surprise when you felt his hands slide down to your ass.

No longer remembering how to function properly, you allowed him to take control of the kiss – because it was evident that neither of you was going to pull away despite technically completing the dare – but still gasped in surprise when Chanyeol pushed you backwards, laying you on your back on the couch, underneath him. He didn’t break the kiss, his mouth still moving against yours, but once he brought one of his hands down your hip, you could feel it shake and that proved how unsure he was about what he was doing.

Not wanting him to reconsider anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and, thus, encouraging him to keep going. You nearly melted when you felt Chanyeol sigh into the kiss, your movements giving him the approval he’d been looking for.

He hadn’t asked you to kiss him because he’s been thinking about tasting you for as long as he could remember. He was truly just playing – and, actually, he wasn’t sure if you’d even do it – but, he had to admit, if he hadn’t dared you to kiss him tonight, he’d have found a different way to get you to do it sometime in the future. There were so many weekly movie nights ahead of you both, after all – and here you thought the reason why he chose to watch the same movie every night was because he loved it so much.

Chanyeol just wanted to see what would happen if he’d kissed you. The two of you met and, before either of you realized, you’d become friends. You didn’t even have time to consider the romantic aspects of each other – you merely brushed against the romance when you cuddled or flirted in an almost joking way – and now the platonic bubble you’d lived in was nearly impossible to escape. Although, maybe there was a small part in Chanyeol’s mind that had always told him there had to be a reason why you and him couldn’t stop arguing about everything and still remain so utterly fond of each other. He’d never dared to try anything before tonight, however. Maybe he really was afraid of new experiences. Or maybe he feared rejection. Maybe both.

But now Chanyeol knew exactly what happened after your kiss – he couldn’t get enough of you. The feeling of your tongue against his, the smell of your hair – new, yet still so familiar – and the gentle touch of your fingertips right behind his neck was slowly shutting his mind down. He’d have lost himself in you completely – and, in fact, that was exactly what he was planning to do – if it wasn’t for the godawful sound that distracted him from the blissful feeling of your mouth against his.

The doorbell.

He broke the kiss in surprise. “Who the hell is that?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, equally as confused. Before you could get up, however, Chanyeol kissed you again, seemingly unbothered by whoever was behind the door. You pulled away a second later, suddenly realizing, “oh! It’s probably the pizza that we’d ordered, like, an hour ago now.”

“They can just drop it by the door,” he mumbled dismissively and then kissed you again.

You smiled, responding to his kiss and then breaking it again too soon. “We have to pay.”

Chanyeol groaned, “God, why is it always—you stay here,” he warned. “Right here, I’m not kidding. Don’t move until I’m back.”

“I want to eat!” you pouted.

“Good,” he replied, kissing your pouting lips again. “You can eat me.”

You laughed into the kiss, turning your head when the doorbell rang again. “Fuck off and go get the door. Or let me do it.”

“I’ll do it,” he pecked your lips one more time before standing up. “I’ll be right back. Or, actually, if I kill the delivery guy, then come bail me out of prison, yeah?”

“Nah, I’ll just leave you there,” you teased, watching him cross the living room and head towards the hallway.

“Oh, come on,” he smirked at you over his shoulder. “You can’t miss kissing a criminal. That’d be a yet another new experience for tonight.”

[peace-love-piper]

Before the Mugwumps Concert

Where: Borgin & Burke’s, Knockturn Alley

Who: Piper, Cass, Maeko, Oz

When: 29 December 2015

Summary: Before going to a concert (tickets provided by Flitterby Radio Station), two unusual new acquaintances learn some important information about each other.

[NOTE: This drabble is a collab with Kira - I will edit this if we decide to eventually add more to it!]

Cass couldn’t really believe that Piper lived in Knockturn Alley. He kept his head down, trying to avoid being seen- or rather, trying to avoid seeing the people he knew. A lot of donor addicts and shady, predatory vampires hung around there, their feeding habits were too destructive to go somewhere like Caro. Cass didn’t want to consider himself among them, so when he found Piper’s address he knocked on the door rather hastily, and didn’t really think about who had let him in until he was in the store.

“Well hello, scrumptious.” Cass frowned at the decidedly not-Piper’s voice, whirling around to find a dishevelled looking, half-naked wizard standing there, chin resting in his hand as he swept a gaze over Cass. Cass felt self-conscious being looked at. He dressed differently for gigs, all leather jackets, tight trousers and a pink button-up shirt that had a few too many buttons open. Cass even wore a large, ornate silver cross with some other chains. For cheek. 

“Erm, I think I’m in the wrong place… I’m here to see Piper.” Cass said awkwardly, stepping back to leave when he bumped into something, which immediately elicited a high pitched screaming sound. Cass squeaked, clamping his hands over his ears. “I’m sorry!”

It was truly mind-boggling, thought Oz, where Piper Oliver managed to find all the most delectably nervous little nerd boys. As if they flocked to her like bees in a fuckin hive. And maybe they did—Oz still didn’t really understand her whole Veela-thing. 

Not like he was complaining, though. The opposite; a stroke of brilliant luck him and Maeko had stumbled unknowingly into when Piper Oliver had waltzed through their front door, bringing not just her sunshiney good cheer (which was in dire need around these gloomy nooks of town) but also Loxley with his stupid-cute puppy and his floppy hair and his uncanny penchant for growing weed.

And this pale leather-clad gawky little snack. 

“Hmm, Piper…not ringin any bells m’afraid…” Oz drawled exaggeratedly, drumming his fingers on his facial hair facetiously, “…Mae, d’you know a ‘Piper?’” 

Maeko, who was sitting on the stairs and licking closed an absolutely impeccable spliff, shrugged her shoulders, playing along. Her bright blue eyes glinted wickedly as she said, “Pipe? I’m more of a papers-girl, myself…” before she stuck the spliff in her mouth indicatively and sparked the end of it with a snap of her fingers, blowing thick smoke rings toward their skittish visitor. Oz snickered loudly at the joke; he did love his half-sister’s wit. 

He moved closer to the boy, causing the other to knock into a hideous and honestly just a bit phallic oxblood-red statue that was standing up near the door, which promptly began to shriek and wail quite wretchedly. Oz exchanged a look with Maeko, dropping their Torment-the-Cute-Boy Act, and she stood up, her brows furrowed in confusion and curiosity.

Just then Piper appeared at the top of the stairs, a vision in distressed acid-washed bell-bottoms and an embroidered halter crop top, her hair feathered out gold like a disco goddess—actual gold, metallic that caught the light. Honestly if Oz were to ever entertain the notion of being with a woman, it would be Piper Oliver. She skipped down the stairs, frowning prettily and said, raising her voice to be heard over the mewling echoing sound, “What is—oh, hello Cass! What is that? Some sort of alarm?”

“Yeah…” Maeko said, handing Piper the lit spliff before walking closer to the statue to examine it. “…but it must be broken. Supposed to detect vampires.”

Maeko set the statue back right-side and it suddenly stopped wailing. And then all three of them—Piper, Maeko, and Oz—looked at Cass expectantly.

Cass looked down at the piece of parchment Piper had scribbled her address on and frowned, then looked up and between the two strange wix in the shady store. No way would someone as cool-looking as Piper live in a dump like this, anyway. “I-uh, I c-could’ve just got the wrong address. N-No worries.” He said hastily, shifting uncomfortably at the way Oz was looking at him. It reminded him rather oddly of the way vampires looked at some prey.

He was coughing from the sudden intrusion of smoke blown in his direction, waving his hand in front of his face, and trying to back away from the wizard when he bumped into it, and Cass was immediately overhwelmed, mostly by the screeching sound- which felt like it was aching right into his fucking core, a nail being pressed into his skull. Cass squeezed his eyes shut, clamping his hands down a little harder- he didn’t see or hear Piper’s arrival. HIs Dad had warned him about stuff like this. Vampire detection alarms, they kept people like him practically immobilised while hunters could go and grab their stakes… Panic seized Cass and he tried to turn, tried to run, but his head hurt so fucking much that even thinking about leaving hurt just a little more.

Suddenly, the sound was gone and Cass’ shoulders sagged with relief. He looked between the two wix with wide, nervous eyes, about to step back again to scramble away when he saw Piper standing there, staring at him. All three of them were staring at him, actually. Cass just stood there, folding his arms to squeeze his shoulders up. “Uh- um- it’s not… S’not broken. I can… I- I can go. Sorry.” 

He didn’t blame her for having one of them, really. People didn’t know what they didn’t know. Cass turned to leave, being very, very careful of the statue by the door, eyeing it carefully as he edged past it and towards the entry again.

Piper drew in an inaudible little gasp and the muscles in her body stiffened instinctually from where she was stood on the bottom step of the staircase. “Vampires?” she said in a small voice, her eyes wide, the smoke from the forgotten spliff in her hand twisting and writhing up toward the high ceilings. It was a silly reaction, Piper knew it was; she was an open-minded and loving person, who tried her very best to be accepting of all living things on earth—but that seed of mistrust had been planted in Piper’s brain so, so long ago, nurtured into persistent fear and wariness by her mother and her cousin and the tragedies that had befallen her kind at the hand of vampires and magical society in recent years, that the uneasiness came before Piper could stop it. 

Piper watched Cass stumble through some words and make to retreat from the house, her forehead dimpling in confusion; everything had happened fast and Piper was slow on the uptake, not immediately putting the pieces together. Maeko did, though, and a steely protective expression settled over her already harsh features. Being closest to the door, Maeko stepped in front of it, blocking Cass’ exit point, and she folded her arms in front of her chest; she was a wiry sort of thing, but something about her general presence exuded a formidable sense of power. Only a truly foolhardy idiot would try to cross Maeko Burke. 

Oz, unabashedly tactless as ever and with a near-compulsion to cut through obviously tense situations, looked at Cass and then at Piper and said with a grin, “Well twist my Irish nipples, Sugarplum—ya didn’t tell me your newest flavor was a vampire. The terms of your lease absolutely require that ya fuckin disclose any and all gorgeous vampy houseguests.” 

“I—I didn’t…” Piper stammered stupidly, looking between Oz and Maeko and then at Cass with an expression that was both apologetic and misunderstanding. Then, finally, she remembered. 

Cass wasn’t just Cass—he was Cassius Halestorm, well-known half-vampire, and Piper Oliver was the world’s most forgetful moron. She hadn’t avoided him when they were at Hogwarts, not intentionally—but Cass had always kept inside while restless energetic Piper explored every inch of the grounds. And even though he didn’t seem like a hugely loud or riotous person, Cass had been by association part of Tami’s out-and-proud social justice crowd, which Piper had purposefully avoided to protect her own secret. 

Everyone was looking at her very expectantly, and Piper turned several shades of dark distressed pink. She needed to say something, she was being extremely rude and looked very stupid and she knew that, it’s just that she’d been so caught off guard. And even though she didn’t want to think about it, the memories of that dark room in the Bureau of Secrets at the French Ministry flooded into her consciousness invasively, the predatory way that vampire had looked at her, turning Piper’s stomach with shame and terror and an uncomfortable, foreign sort of desire that she hadn’t been able to fight, cold and magnetic and unnatural…

“Piper?” Maeko said with sharp concern, and Piper snapped out of it. She shook her head forcefully; Cass was not the same vampire that Piper had met and she couldn’t carry on being paralyzed by her own fear and ingrained prejudice. So instead Piper focused on what she could control—the things she could know for certain, without any doubt. She concentrated on picking up the various energies that drifted through the room, discerning the familiar qualities of Oz’s and Maeko’s and then tuning those out to zero in on the one she didn’t know as well—Cass. Except for the smallest of irregularities that made it feel just a hint sharper when Piper took it in, it felt—normal, really. He was scared, too, and ashamed. Deep shame and disappointment and regret. 

Piper felt immediately awful and deeply embarrassed of herself. “Cass—wait! Don’t go…” she said hurriedly, rushing toward him and handing off the spliff to Oz as she passed him. “Please, we—we’re not like that, okay? You’re safe here and we…I don’t want you to go. Please?” She gave Cass an earnest, pleading look before looking past him to shoot a pointed glare at Maeko. Maeko held Piper’s look for a moment before rolling her eyes upwards, as if to say, Whatever, it’s your funeral, and then released the majority of her offensive stance and demeanor, while Oz muttered jokingly, “Fine by me if ya wanna stay forever....”

[izupie]

12, 39, and 40 for Izuocha and Kirimina.

Oh heck, let’s hope this doesn’t get too long ahaha a

I had to add a Read More line lmao,,,, can’t stop mE

12. - Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

I already kind of covered the Izuocha aspect of this question, so I’ll be brief with them…

Izuocha:

Izuku and Ochako’s wedding is a huge affair - full of new friends, old friends, old teachers, other pro-heroes, family and even the public hanging around outside. The number 1 hero getting married is super hot news after all. They’re both fairly overhwelmed by just how many people they’ve touched and who want to be part of their union. It’s a pretty traditional kind of wedding - it’s even televised!

Kirimina:

Mina would definitely propose to Kirishima. Like, he’s planning on proposing to her - he’s got a ring, he’s ready to do it - so they go on a romantic holiday and he’s like, Tonight is the night. but then Mina drops to one knee and opens a little box and proposes like a boss and good lord it’s the manliest thing Kiri has ever seen. 

He tells literally everyone that will stop and talk to him for five minutes that his fiance proposed to him.

He loves her so much,,

Their first dance is one of those really cool choreographed dances that starts off serious to a typical slow song and then disk scratches into something amazing that they do a whole dance routine to. Kaminari films the entire wedding, but that bit of the video is literally just him shaking the camera with excitement and yelling ‘YOOOOO’ until he runs out of breath.

Their honeymoon is somewhere exotic, with a mix of activities and sunbathing. They go snorkeling with sharks and Mina stands on the side of the boat yelling stuff like ‘I will look after your son!’ at the sharks. Both of them are just crazy confident, no shame kind of people. They make an amazing couple. 

They have a, uh… busy… honeymoon.

39. - Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love?

Izuocha:

Izuku initiated the relationship, by finally finally getting up the courage to ask Ochako out. He stutters and stumbles over himself and worries that he’s got it totally wrong and will ruin their friendship while Ochako’s mind is blowing like You Like Me Like That???  Like, to literally everyone else it’s so obvious that they’ve got feelings for each other, and should be going out already, but the both of them are complete dorks in love and don’t realise it. (she of course says yES)

They’ve been in love since they first met really. But it takes Izuku’s leap of faith for them both to admit it to each other.

Their first kiss comes after a particularly difficult practical hero class in their third year. Ochako goes back to her desk to pick up some notes, but she bruised her ribs quite badly in the hero class, and didn’t want to tell anyone because it was from her own mistake - so she has a bit of a sit down at her desk to feel sorry for herself.

Izuku turns up in the doorway totally out of breath because he’s been looking for her everywhere - he just knew she didn’t seem herself after class and is she okay?

Overwhelmed she just bursts into tears.

He goes over and hugs her and they have a long, soft, quiet moment where they just stay in each others arms. When they pull back Ochako thanks him for coming to find her, and goes to peck him on the cheek at the same time that he goes to tell her it’s no problem, so they end up connecting lips. They both spring away from each other apologizing and Ochako looks even more sad, so he bites his lip, holds his breath, feels his stomach turn over and just reaches out to cradle her face and kisses her.

Kirimina:

Kirishima initiated the relationship, by asking her out one night after they’ve been hanging out doing homework together. She whines that she needs a break and asks if he wants a snack and he just grabs her hands, looks her in the eyes and asks her out. Mina is starstruck by how romantic it was, and how proud she is of him. She’s like ‘Babe. I thought you’d never ask and I’d have to do it first.’ (which is like unaware foreshadowing of what’ll happen with their proposal) she kisses him and they’ve got a lot of unresolved sexual tension to work out so it deepens… and deepens… and it’s only when they’re both grinning and need air that she’s like ‘is that a yes on the snacks?’

They’ve been in love since middle school. Them getting together is perfect

40. - Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

Izuocha:

Their first few meetings are the most special and treasured memories they have. She saved him from falling and was the first friendly face he knew at the school. He punched a robot in the face to save her. She slapped him round the face to save him again. (and threw up) then she tried to give him her points from the exam.

It becomes a bit of a running joke between them. But they’re the sort of couple that end up with a lot of in-jokes and they’ll laugh between them but everyone around them is just like ???

They’re both height enthusiasts. Sometimes he carries her over rooftops and parkours up buildings with her until they get to a good roof they can sit on, and sometimes she floats them both up. Rooftops become a place that is just theirs, and it’s a quiet soft space away from villains and the public and the media.

Kirimina:

Their time at middleschool is so precious - a time when they both knew each other in the early stages of their personalities and lives. Mina knows that it’s a Kirishima only she will ever really know - the memory of that time is just hers and his.

The aquarium they went to on their first date is very special, and they usually try and go around the anniversary of that day each year. Each year they both get a shark hat and really get into the spirit of going round the aquarium. Mina still yells stuff like ‘Look Kiri! I didn’t know your family lived here!’ whenever they get near the shark tank. (it’s a running joke she keeps up for their whole lives together.)

[rklino]

((   always  coming  back  !!  ))    ➡   TEAM C ::            

                                                                                    BOOMERANG  !!

                     ↳ now performing  ::  RUBBER BAND  (( ikon ))

↳   line dis  ::  dance ref ::  4004  4008  4016  4028  4032

daehwi is eliminated, and team i is ranked in such a low placement that yoongi feels awful. the frustration that all the hardwork they’ve done the past week had been for nothing; for a good performance, but lackluster. it’s frustrating; it does things to his ego, to his pride and to his entire mindset. 

they’re shuffled and placed into another team. yoongi has the luck of at least placing with minhyung again, and hyuna. it’s very lucky for him; he has people he’s used to, both in general comfort and general performing. doyeon and bin are new faces, but they’re nice enough-- talented, kind people that yoongi thinks he’ll become more comfortable the more they work together.

“min yoongi, contestant 4016,” is mumbled in greeting, a hesitant smile on his face directed towards his new teammates. the preparation, yoongi feels, is always the worst before any performance. especially here, where discussions over leadership, songs, distributions and chorography. then comes practice, practice, practice. it’s something yoongi’s prepared to do, no matter how frustrating or hard it might come off as. 

but choosing a leader comes first. since hyuna can’t, as per rules, yoongi is all for doyeon taking the lead. she’s got the charismatic air around her-- but hyuna says his name instead, and agreement rolls across the room. it takes several seconds for it to settle; yoongi appointed as leader, yoongi is the leader. yoongi has to guide, yoongi is the leader-- and the anxiety settles in his gut. he hadn’t been a thought, a possible option to himself. yoongi knows damn well he doesn’t have the heart, doesn’t have what it takes to lead anyone down the right path. doesn’t know how to show structure or guide or anything what’s expected.

and it dampens him. hesitation on every decision-- that worry growing in his gut that plagues him. it makes him approach awkwardly, makes every comment he makes seem strange-- seem not sure of himself. because he isn’t. yoongi thinks this is a terrible idea.

talking to hyuna helps. it’s a moment of weakness. of vulnerability that yoongi shows through a heaving chest and stuttering words. through panicked expressions and trembling lips, shaking hands as they grip hers. i don’t know what to do, i don’t know where to start. it’s a mess, he’s a mess. 

teamwork makes the dream work. she tells him. it’s all about working together, all about trusting in each other. she trusts him. she trusts yoongi and that’s so much-- to just have one persons trust. 

but he tries; he sucks it up, smiles and tries his damndest.

he approaches minhyung first; the obviously affected one from their previous team’s elimination. he tries his best to offer comfort-- but yoongi’s never been the greatest at it. his voice is soft and kind, his smile gentle if not the slightest bit awkward. after minhyung, is bin-- gentle encouragements and words that might come off too stiff. but it’s given attention, worry and words to compliment; bin’s not as bad as a dancer as the station makes him seem. he’s hardworking, long nights of practice and most of his time spent in the practice room. he’s admirable. doyeon after, and she’s helpful; they both go over choreography, pinpoint areas of work and to find a way to better teach the team. she would have been a good choice for leader, yoongi thinks; he hopes she has a chance to do so-- he feels as though she’d fit the role well.

throughout the entire practice session, through everyone-- he makes sure to check up on everyone. even if it’s a simple smile, a glance or a few words; he tries his damndest. they all work hard, harder than ever. they eat together in the random moments that hyuna will drag them out; there are moments of weakness, crying and tears that end with encouraging words; a group hug that yoongi is stumbled into, red faced and awkward. 

when it comes to the performance day, yoongi’s entire body is thrumming with excitement, with nervous energy. he feels a little more at ease with performing in front of a crowd as opposed to the previous times; he’s still worried, horrified at a possible loss under his leadership. his lips are chapped and bitten and his fingers are a mess of torn skin and nervous biting. 

they’re team boomerang, we’re always coming back to you! it’s a cute name, a cute little addition that makes yoongi smile and bite back the urge to chuckle. it’s a quick intro, before they settle into position. yoongi’s the starting point-- and he breathes out a sigh as his head drops. his body moves into muscle memory as the music cues, softening and settling into the role he’s chosen. hands extended, fingers formed into a heart as everyone disperses and he moves forward. 

rubber band, rubber band.

they harmonize together, jumping and moving according to the beat. he hypes himself up to continue his part, expression of confidence on his face as he slides to the front, hand on hyuna’s shoulder as he settles into his part.

our love temperature is a bit lukewarm, these days, i wanna be alone, oh no i don’t even get angry anymore i know after this phase ends, it’ll really be the end so i’m staying extra cautious

transitioning from that is hyuna, and he hears the precision in which she projects her part. from her it’s doyeon, bin and then mark-- and he’s filled with pride at how good they sound. how the movements all seem to be falling into place; it’s an overhwelming feeling-- a feeling of possible success building in his gut that brings a warm to settle over him.

the entirety of the song is fun. it’s a fun hearted dance, one with footwork and movement and jerky movements yoongi isn’t really used to, but it’s easy for him to grasp the hold of it after practice runs. the beat of it isn’t too messy, isn;t at all something yoongi finds they have a hard time doing. it’s a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get this far-- to yoongi, at least. 

but at the end, as they stand and the last moments of the song tick down-- he feels as though they’ve done their best. they’ve given their all to the best of their ability and that’s a great feeling.

we gotta go, yoongi slips the last part out as they finish off, end the line and the performance. it’s a rush after that-- white noise in his head as they move off stage, and he only focuses back in when he sees hyuna trip, the fall of her body causing him to pale-- and he’s one of the first to reach her. eyes sharp as they glance over her for injuries. the off-handed way that hyuna acts with it, even the twitch in her face, the slightest change in her step. she says she’s fine and yoongi leaves it be-- lips pursed as staff helps her away. he’s twitchy, fingers picking at each other and foot tapping as they wait. the pride, the warmth; it’s gone in exchange for another bout of fear, of worry. the discomfort takes hold, and this time it doesn’t release so easily.

[animebw]

Binge-Watching: Aldnoah.Zero, Day 1, Episodes 1-2

My binge-watch of Aldnoah.Zero begins! In which I get many Code Geass flashbacks, everyone’s a badass, and the CG is... not good. Like, at all.

Politics and Power Play

I’ll admit, I’m not too well versed in the Mecha genre, so my reference point for Aldnoah.Zero might be different from yours. What I can say that these first two episodes definitely brought back memories of the time I first watched Code Geass. The mech designs are pretty similar, for one thing, but beyond that, it seems like this series will feature a similar political struggle between opposing factions, one of which is an overhwelming force, the other of which is an underdog group just barely making by.

Indeed, the dynamic between our male leads, Inaho and Slaine, makes that connection feel the most apparent. Like Lelouch, Inaho is a stone-cold badass, while Slaine is a Suzaku-level good guy trying to make by in a system that actively despises him. I expect a lot of interesting character interactions when they finally meet.

Beyond that, we got a metric butt-ton of lore dumping these first few episodes, and I appreciate how well-though-out everything seems to be so far. So, the Martians descend from a group of humans who left the Earth a while ago and acquired the Aldnoah, some kind of unspecified but powerful technology. There was a war between the two races 15 years ago, during which something blew up the moon, but they’ve been trying to make peace since. Unfortunately, there are factions among the Martians that want to see the earth burn, so they stage a terrorist attack on the Princess’ peace envoy and make it look like Earth’s fault, which means the war is back on. And judging by how overwhelmingly powerful the Martians are, that Aldnoah must be quite something.

The board is set for some very interesting developments down the line. For now, we wait and see.

A Host of Cool Characters

So far, the strongest thing this show’s got going for it is how cool the characters are. I always appreciate realistically snappy teen banter, and Aldnoah.Zero’s got that down pat. I can’t remember anyone’s names as of yet, but I remember a lot of faces, like the blond wisecracker, or the kickass student council president, or Inaho’s wonderfully beleaguered sister. Speaking of which, their dynamic is really fun so far; I really like how they both watch out for each other on their own ways. And they way they all work together during the second episode’s big chase scene was a blast to watch.

In terms of potential, however... I think Slaine’s going to be the series MVP. A Martian with Terran heritage, facing down prejudice while working alongside (and likely crushing on) the Terran-sympathetic princess? I’m looking forward to what happens with him.

Well, That Got Dark Fast

Another thing I appreciate is how unapologetically dark Aldnoah.Zero is willing to get. In the first few episodes, pretty much all of Earth’s major cities were wiped out by the initial attack. Not only that, but there are some pretty brutal deaths, too. The drunk lieutenant guy who seemed to know a bit about what was behind Heaven’s Fall? Gone, just like that. That one kid who tried to save Inaho’s sister? Dude, when he fell back screaming into the purple mech’s dissolution field, I got chills. It’s far from Attack on Titan levels of shocking brutality, but it definitely helps ground the story in a believable level of stakes.

CG... Why?

On the not so good end of things... yeah, the CG mechs just do not work for me at all. And I don’t get why they’re even CG. Code Geass had awesome, slick moving mechs almost a decade before Zero, and the bigger Supermechs that the Martians use were done wonderfully in 2D in Gurren Lagann and Evangelion. Here, they’re so blocky and ugly and so clearly don’t fit with the rest of the show that’s it’s distracting every time they’re on screen, which is a lot.

What doesn’t help is that the actual action and fight choreography feels equally lackluster and uninspired. The action is confusingly staged, it’s hard to make out where everyone is in proportion to each other, and the camera angles are too close to really make out what’s going on. I hope this gets better as the series progresses.

On the other hand, though, that epic music drop from the end of episode 1 when the Martain castle touches down in New Orleans? Chills.

Odds and Ends

-It’s interesting that in this world, all high schoolers are forced to undergo military training/indoctrination as part of their coursework. I wonder if it’ll explore the implications of that?

-Inaho kind of reminds me of Mob.

-Oh nice, Kalafina did the intro song! Major Fate vibes from this one.

-Seems some of the princess’ attendants are hiding out as Terrans, huh? I wonder if they suspect their fellow Martians of being behind the attack.

-Speaking of which, where is the princess now?

-That Trilliam guy is an asshole.

-Why did he not just follow them into the tunnel? We saw him phasing through buildings moments ago, what makes that tunnel any different? Dumb.

And that’s all for now! Tomorrow, the kids make their way back to the high school to arm up, with a disguised renegade Martian girl in tow. See you then!

[the-ultimate-spaceboy]

IIIIIII JUST WANNA FLY

“Oh, speaking of flying. We have to take our leave now too.” Ted came out of his room, carrying both Felix’s and his suitcase, the latter checking his watch and announcing: “The chauffeur should be here by now. We are going to take care of this crime ring. We will tell you when we got rid of the main threat, but now that we know what’s going on, it shouldn’t be too hard to overhwelm father.”

“Aww, you two are leaving...? But I liked you two...”

Felix got a bit flustered at that, trying to assure her: “Don’t worry Lucia , we will only take care of this crime ring and inherit the company a bit earlier than expected, we can still.....call or write each other.”

That made her  happy, smiling and giving Felix a hug, saying: “Good luck.” Then going over to Ted and giving him a hug too: “You too, take care, alright?”

“Promise. It will be easy, now that we know what’s going on. We know better than to show mercy now, hah! See you in a bit!”

Once they got out the door, Lucy got sad again, looking to the groundf: “Now we have no business person here anymore, that sucks.........Maybe Nadia is gonna come back soon....”