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elvensorceress · 1 year

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So, Eddie vs Feelings is now over 26K? Here’s a silly scene, a whole scene! From it -- wine night with Eddie and Karen. 😘💕

It’s Thursday and Chris is with his friends for the night because there’s no school tomorrow, Buck is visiting Maddie and Jee-Yun, and Hen and Denny are out having a bowling and one-on-one bonding night. Which is how Eddie ends up at the Wilson house with a bottle of Karen’s favorite wine.

She gives him a hug and even a kiss on his cheek when he hands it to her. They break into it immediately and catch up for a bit before they decide maybe having food with their wine would be smarter than just having wine for dinner. It’s really good wine though. Lots of plum and berry notes with heavy overtones of spices. Karen has good taste. He helps her throw together an assortment of cheese, meat, and crackers, with some grapes, apple slices, tomatoes, cucumbers, and mixed nuts to go with it.

“See, if we call it a charcuterie board, then we’re fancy grown ups,” Karen says as she sets plates for both of them on the table.

Eddie smiles and sips his probably second but maybe third glass of the Madiran cabernet. “As opposed to borderline-drunk adults who didn’t plan dinner?”

“Yes, exactly.” She grins back and makes herself a cracker sandwich with cucumber slices in between layers of meat and cheese.

Eddie does the same but adds apple and thinks of how Buck loves tart, thin slices of apple in his grilled cheese because it was how Maddie liked it and always made it for them. Because we’re nothing if not pieces from all the people we love.

When they’ve demolished a good two-thirds of their definitely planned and thought out meal, and are well into wine bottle number two, because it can’t be three? Right? That’s when Karen twirls a cucumber slice between her fingers, and asks, “You ever kissed a man, Eddie? Or thought about kissing a man?”

And it’s a funny thing. Kissing.

Putting your mouth against someone else’s. Touching lips together. Touching lips to something else. Making tongues slide around. It’s weird that people do it. And like to do it. Your lips turn all squishy and sometimes slippery. And it’s really easy to miss or bonk noses or clink teeth.

But sometimes… sometimes it’s all warm. Sometimes heat goes to his head and then he’s… swirly and wobbly. It would make his heart flutter like it might fly away.

Has anyone ever wanted his heart? Really wanted what it is and what it means and who Eddie actually is?

Sometimes, kissing doesn’t taste very good because you can taste whatever is in the other person’s mouth and Shannon loved these nasty pickle things that did not, not, not taste good. Eddie could not kiss her if she’d been eating them. Not even when it was nice kissing her.

Karen tosses her cucumber slice at him, and asks again.

Has he kissed a man before? Has he thought about it?

“No. Haven’t. I haven’t kissed…” He’s wanted to though. Hasn’t he. He’s been thinking about what it might be like. Because… because. Eddie isn’t like most men. Most men want to kiss women. He’s heard this a few times. A lot of times.

But he doesn’t think about kissing someone very often.

Although, sometimes? Buck leans in really close and tells Eddie all these silly, silly things about saying yes to absolutely, and how wheatgrass and alfalfa have so many nutritional benefits, and how there are 6,800 some natural disasters that happen worldwide every year, and seahorses will twine tails together and find each other despite difficulty swimming and having to hide from predators and it’s actually the males who give birth and the parents stay faithful partners for their whole lives.

“Seahorses fall in love, Eddie. Isn’t that sweet? They bond for life once they find each other.”

And then Eddie’s wanted that weird, funny, fluttery thing where they squish their mouths together.

It’s probably different. Kissing a man. But a kiss is a kiss? Maybe it’s not all that different. How would it taste? How would it feel? Is it different when you’re in love? Could Eddie ever know what that’s like? To kiss someone he knows for sure he’s in love with?

“You had a girlfriend for two months or something, didn’t you?” Karen asks him suddenly. As if she’s just remembered. Her forehead gets crinkled and confused.

Eddie was crinkled and confused. His head is a little foggy but he’s pretty sure it was longer than two months. Far too long.

“I didn’t buy that. At all. Ask Hen. When she told me, I swore. Swore she was lying to me. I told her. You, Hen Wilson, are lying. To your wife,” Karen’s tone is the most affronted and she’s so funny. Eddie loves being her friend. He loves that she and Hen are married and happy. It’s nice that two women can be married to each other and happy together. “But then we stalked Annnn-esthesia? Analog? Anachronism! No, no Anathema’s social media. Just a little. We found pictures she posted of both of you. And what does Denny say? Bad vibes. Those aren’t the vibes.” She hums dissent and shakes her head. “I said, that? You and Anaphylaxis? That was all wrong. Didn’t buy it. Nope.”

“I…” He looks at her, and she is a very smart scientist. Rocket scientist. She does actual rocket science. Maybe she would know. She knows all the things. “Do you think I’m…” What’s the word? What’s his question? He has so many questions. “Do you think I’m like you? But with men? Do you think I should be kissing men?”

She giggles, sips her mostly empty glass, and then frowns hard at it when she finds it without wine. “Do you think you should? I didn’t like it. Men are bad kissers. I only kissed two. But they were bad. Teenage me didn’t know. Very sad for poor teenage me.”

“I kissed a woman once. My…” What was she? Besides heart palpitations and gasping for air and chest pain and dizzy, bad, falling over, feeling faint? “My girlfriend? I guess?”

“Anamorphic,” Karen says. “Yes, her.”

“Yeah. Her. And I really didn’t like it.” Maybe because she wasn’t Shannon, but maybe because she was Ana. Maybe because she wasn’t Buck. He loved Shannon. He loves Buck. He did not love Ana.

She points at him. “You kissed a girl and didn’t like it? That’s not how the song goes. It’s a stupid song though. Obnoxious heteronormative garbage bullshit. And I know. She’s bad vibes. Bad for you. You don’t have those vibes. You should kiss men then.”

Yeah. Yeah, she really was bad for him. Panic attacks in public places were not it.

“That’s why I’ve been thinking. I have been thinking. But I don’t know. You know? What if… what if… You think I could be like you? I’ve thought— I thought. Kissing. Maybe. It would be good. Maybe it would be better with, with men. A man. What if I am…? You know?”

“What if you’re gay like me? Not exactly like me. Gay in the other way.”

What if he is gay? Could he be gay if he doesn’t know what he wants? He’s not entirely sure he knows his full name right now. His head is very sloshy. His hands are tingly. He’s nice and warm though. Like when Buck holds him. He likes when Buck holds him. “Do you think… My parents think… And fuck, was that out of left field.”

She pushes his arm. “They think what about baseball?”

He laughs and doesn’t know why. It’s all stupid. It can’t be true because wouldn’t he know? Shouldn’t he be able to tell? Maybe he just can’t say. It’s too embarrassing to say. “My dad thinks I am. He thinks I love. I’m in love. With a man. All of high school, middle school, all through that. I was scared someone might think it, scared my parents might think it. And now they think it? And they’re happy? They’re happy for me. They’re happy and they want to meet Buck.”

“Why would they want to— OH! Oh, you love Buck! You want to kiss Buck! I knew you did. Hen and Howie-Chim tried to say you didn’t. They tried to say, they spend all this time with you two, and nothing ever happens, and they know you better. They tried to say I was wrong. Although, they might have been fucking with me just because. Chimney would do that. But I’m not wrong! They were wrong. And I knew it.” She nods fervently and points to herself.

Eddie’s heart trips and stumbles and it must be drunk, too. But Karen would know. She would have to know. Not that Eddie doesn’t know. He would kiss Buck. He loves Buck. Does that mean he’s in love with Buck? Is that one plus one is two? “You think… you think so? Is that… does that mean I’m in love with him?”

“Do you want to kiss him? Do you want to love him?”

“Do I want to…” Is that it? Is that what it boils down to? Being in love is wanting to love him? Of course he wants to love Buck. He wants to give Buck all the love in the world because it’s been overflowing and growing and it’s too much to keep inside his chest. And Buck deserves to have every ounce of love.

It would be good to kiss him. His lips look soft and pretty. He likes to put on this vanilla lip balm because he says it smells and tastes like cake, and then Eddie tells him not to eat his chapstick because that’s not good, and it makes Buck roll his pretty blue eyes and smile like sunshine and he’s so, so beautiful when he smiles. He’s so beautiful when he does anything.

It’s probably stupid that Eddie ever questioned it. How could he not be in love with Buck? He does nothing but think about him and talk about him and want to be around him when they’re not around each other. And it’s nothing like how he’s always thinking of Chris and his family and friends. Buck’s always been in a different category. Maybe that’s why there has never been a word, a noun, a thing that encompasses everything they are.

Partner has always been closest. Because it means more. It means colleague and coworker, ally and teammate, accomplice, companion, significant other, committed for life, long-term lover, other half, co-parent, and spouse. Everything and more.

There’s too much wine in his system. Too much of something in his system. Can you drown in it? Does it make you overly intoxicated? Are you blind and stupid and obsessive and reckless? Do you forget things you should know? Do you want more than you should? Do you fly too far and feel too much?

He feels too much.

They’ve been doing most things together again. Like quarantine. They have dinner and breakfast together with Christopher. They went to the grocery store and bought everything together the last at least twenty-three times they had to get groceries. Buck brings over his laundry so they can wash all their clothes together and Buck doesn’t have to use the bad machines in his building or go to a laundromat for clean clothes. Buck has long legs and strong arms and he will wrap Eddie in all of them while they sleep.

They probably shouldn’t do that many things together. This is why he feels too much.

“It’ll stop, right?” He asks quietly. “It’ll go away? I won’t always…”

Sorrow washes over Karen’s face. “What do you mean? Why would you want—”

The alcohol is still there, still too hot and fuzzy, but he’s suddenly a thousand times more sober. “He doesn’t. It’s not. Not mutual. It’s not… requited? I’m just, I’m his friend. We’re just. We aren’t anything else. We can’t be. But feelings don’t last. Right? I think I heard that. It won’t last?”

He doesn’t know how to make it stop because how did it even start? Maybe time is the only thing that can stop it. Eventually, Buck will find someone he does want. Buck isn’t going to be single forever. He’s kind and silly and funny and he loves kids and he wants to take care of people and help everyone. He’s always there when you need him. He protects the things that mean the most to you. He’ll dive into wreckage to pull you out. He’ll throw himself into gunfire to save you.

He… he’s the most loving, caring, beautiful person. He’s the best partner. In every single version of the word. There’s no one Eddie would rather raise a child with. There’s no one he’d rather have a family with. There’s no one he’d rather share the rest of his life with.

Maybe. Eddie just has to live with it. Maybe it won’t stop. He won’t always think of it. It’ll just be there, like anything else, and maybe it’ll hurt for a while. But pain isn’t forever.

Karen takes his hand and squeezes. “I love you. Do you know that? Because I do. Hen does, too. She loves you.”

He breathes slowly and squeezes back. “I love you, too.”

“Hey, no matter what, at least you know now. You are like me. In reverse. At least for one man. I knew you were. You have the queer vibes.”

Well. It is something. It doesn’t make everything clear, but being in love with a man at least means something.

He’s in love. He is in love. Like his parents think. Like Karen thinks.

This is what in love feels like. Like too much wine and not enough time and drowning and flying and crashing and wanting.

He’s not sure he likes wanting. There’s a lot of missing, aching, lacking, and it’s too hopeless.

Is it hopeless?

#buddie #jenwyn fic #fic: eddie vs the feelings #fuck it friday #buddie fic

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ilikethequiet · 3 months

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Ally's Thoughts on Percy Jackson Part 1

Overall, I thought the show was good! But I've seen so many bad takes on umm, everything? Absolutely everything, goodness me. Let me go over some things I've seen and jot some thoughts down. I will do these in parts.

Today's Topic: The cast is bad/not book-accurate

This comes from people who are upset that Annabeth didn't have blonde hair/wasn't white and that Percy didn't have dark hair etc. Also, the decision to cast Lin-Manuel Miranda is Hermes.

Actually, it's very book-accurate, having actual twelve-year-olds play 12-year-olds? OMG! I think people don't realise that some twelve-year-olds are just tiny, when was the last time you spoke to someone that age?

The race thing: it's clearly a thing, but as Leah said in an interview I saw that Rick told her to remember that she was his choice and really that's such a nice sentiment, we should be happy with his choice, I think she did an amazing job.

Walker, this sweet fair-haired boy -is- Percy. Sure he might have dark hair in the books but looking at him, hearing him talk? He's so Percy and I love him.

Next, Lin-Maunel Miranda as Hermes. Hermes isn't in the first book, so it was interesting he was included and an argument I saw more than once was 'he's not even hot? How is he out here being the god with the most children?'

Hmmm....hmmm? 🤔

People also seemed really surprised that he can act which of course he can, I don't see why this is brand new information? Silly peoples.

Everyone else was wonderfully cast too, mind you I think I'd like to see who they have in mind for Aphrodite, just so I can bonk her on the head for dumping Hephaestus. Timothy Odmunson is fine 😌

#tv: percy jackson #i'm making this a series so i can talk about things #ally rants about pjo #all the gods are hot

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wellntruly · 1 year

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The problem with just giving my whole M*A*S*H Season 1 viewguide a watch, is that I think I might have been good at this. Because now I’m like, hmm Season 1, best season? Cannot possibly be!! But! !

Anyway I never posted my backstage notes on the first season because I didn’t take any notes on the first season, because I’d just had a minor surgery and was, a little bit rather medicated. Just enough to be like, peaceful dismissive flomp of the hand, wrist Very loose.

But I have thoughts now.

M*A*S*H Season 1 Notes Finally (Deluxe Episode Selection)

1x15 ‘Tuttle’

Phasing out the bits of original score laying over the start of the cold opens was a mistake, this is so worn-in & cozy I could cry

I had missed Hawkeye promptly swooping up this nun’s hand—to clean the engine oil off it with the bottom of his jacket. Overwhelmed that this would be his introduction to anyone following my list.

Also hadn’t realized I’d kicked off with an episode where Hawkeye starts talking about a man getting pregnant within the first three minutes. Starting strong for our BOY (gender neutral)

I’m just so happy. I was right, 'Tuttle' best first episode. 'Tuttle' best episode? I am also so happy watching the laugh track version again, I don’t know! I really can't figure out why I feel it highlights somehow how the early seasons were soooo Catch-22, the idiotic and painful absurdism of the military, and the surreal blitheness that those who can see it take refuge in.

Have I not noticed before that Radar’s cot is just one the beds from post-op, with that cross bar across the head of it

WAIT WE SAW SPARKY HERE???? ‘Tuttle’ perfect intro wow

Hawkeye does not frequently tent his eyebrows like this and good on it as we might be in a 'some dead, many injured' situation otherwise

Hehe I’d missed early seasons Radar, this sweet but entire little freak...

1x09 ‘Henry, Please Come Home’

They are all SO scruffy (even Radar!!!), yet Hawkeye also has his shirt tucked in. Disorienting visual moments to come back to. (Don’t hate it!)

I think about the physical dialogue of this wordless bit of Frank trying to get Hawkeye & Trapper to salute him all the time

I cannot figure why Hawkeye and Trapper are staying sooo low in the bath, up to their ears, besides that maybe they just happened into it on the day and found that it was extremely funny, because it is.

Okay and now I want to know why they are wearing kimonos over full Class A uniforms, with tie. They look so handsome and silly.

Really remembering now why this was my second up: the sequence where Henry takes charge is one of the more interesting and rewarding character bits of early Season 1. It’s important to know early on that Henry can step up, and really cares about his people, as he’s gonna be such a goofy buffoon a lot of the time, but will be called upon for gravity and pathos in certain moments. Seeing him in this episode bolsters those moments so much when they come later.

he literally seduced him

Fun I had just meant to stylize that with a hashtag and Tumblr did this to it. Leaving it!

1x06 ‘Yankee Doodle Doctor’

They really talked to generals a whole lot more in the early days huh

Lol wait, he’s only a brigadier general

The scene of Hawkeye & Trapper dancing in each other's arms around their tent is just….they are Together. This was the sixth episode.

TRAPPER JOHN, YOUR GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYFRIEND: Hawkeye: “Oh, that’s my bad side.” Trapper: “You looked good to me.” Hawkeye: “Oh-oh-oh, you were good in that place! Isn’t that good?” Trapper: [laughs delightedly, beaming]

Trapper, literally, stepping in between them as Hawkeye's bodyguard, Hawkeye playing up the leading lady, “Save your voice, my darling”—THEM IN THIS EPISODE.

It’s funny that this is also our first & only glimpse of Alan Alda, Future Actual Director

Wait, is his name Crandle?? Oh lord I looked this up later: yes. Brigadier Gen. Crandell Clayton. Naming Awards.

Gary laughing when Wayne bonks him on the head with this prop mallet for “anesthesia” as powerful a painkiller as one ibuprofen

It’s just a good little monologue, huh. It gets me every time. Part of it is those haunted silver eyes, and we have the black & white to thank for that, but it’s just a nice bit of writing too, and a nice choice to play it almost calmly (tiredly) direct. He is Looking.

1x07 ‘Bananas, Crackers, and Nuts’

This muted, meandering riff on the theme is so so pleasing

Trapper asleep on a bed in the OR, welcome

Oh my god, this episode was their “Our first fight” moment. My babies…<3 Why does Alan keep Hawkeye’s bent knuckle resting against Trapper’s bare arm for half of this vacation planning…<3

Trapper: “I’m worried about Hawkeye.” Frank: “Well I wouldn’t be. He does very well looking after himself.” Margaret: “Very well.” Trapper: “That’s exactly the point, he’s not himself.” Frank: “What’s that supposed to mean?” Trapper: “He seems to be losing touch with reality.” Henry: “I think the last person we have to worry about is Hawkeye Pierce!” Margaret: “I second that.”

You know what. This episode is destroying the scraps that remained of my own sanity. I’m ruined maybe most by Trapper jumping on the idea of “he looks after himself” as a worrying sign of self-editing. I’m reading into that but also, as Frank asks, what's that supposed to mean? If not something like that?

Ah this shot of the moon beyond the PA speaker…!

His like, James Dean look up through the forelock of his hair talking about the man he’s in love with…fucking hell, Hawkeye

“You know she dyes her hair blonde? That’s why I died my hair black. I think Frank should have a clear choice.” This joke has always killed me. That’s such good bonkers logic, and also a bit custom-made for Tumblr.

Absolutely adore Frank & Margaret silently conferring with each other just upstage, actually. Something that is really well rendered with them is the co-conspirator angle of being a couple.

“This is the Army, no one can do the best they can!” See I did miss this kind of thing later. This is a whole nuanced essay I need to write about Lt. Colonel Blake to Col. Potter, and it will be so much about the Vietnam War.

I think I’m starting to figure out the difference in early Radar, and it’s that he was still super innocent but simultaneously, crafty. He is constantly, or at least every episode in my list so far, roped into schemes by Hawkeye & Trapper as like their inside man, which he tends to perform well, for a comedic value of well.

The ‘Bananas, Crackers, and Nuts’ rewrite where the psychologist is Sidney Freedman. Everything goes the same, except of course, Sidney has no previous connection to Margaret. But they still send Radar in trying to make this scheme happen, and Sidney is just so amused watching Radar try to pull something off, sipping his soup surreptitiously, that he goes along with it. He just keeps going along with it, cheerily makes the same burnt-out bulb joke about how “my profession is helping people find their way in the dark,” and then when he finally figures it out of course tries to stop Margaret from undressing, and she flips, but then cracks up at the idea that she’d be trying to sleep with HIM, the opposite of her general type (pun inteeeended), and she actually makes this joke, which cracks Sidney up, partly just imagining himself as a general, so when the boys rush in to catch him they’re just cackling together, and Sidney’s like you know what, this has been entertaining. I’m not taking Pierce right now as it’s clear he has a support system (cut to Trapper and Radar), but I’m gonna be back, to check in on ALL of you. Margaret’s like, I’d like that. :) Frank is like, Margaret?! This is my vision.

(And then the Wouldn’t Actually Happen In Real M*A*S*H But I’d Like It final button is Sidney having breakfast with them all in the mess tent the next morning before he heads out, seeing how they all are together under what passes for normal conditions, and then as he’s clearing his tray outside with Hawkeye just mildly asks, “So, Frank was it?” And Hawkeye’s fork stills over his tray, but already Sidney is just smiling at him and saying “Good choice—I really could have thought you were crazy.” And Hawkeye grins, and Frank comes outside, and they both laugh, and Larry Linville does that little sort of shifting stomp thing that he does over how he keeps walking into spaces where the psychiatrist is laughing and he doesn’t know why. FIN.)

Anyway trying to figure out why this scene with the not-Sidney psychiatrist and Margaret, in real M*A*S*H, didn’t bother me as much as it seems to have bothered lots of others. I think maybe it’s partly because it was never going to get very far, as they were already waiting outside to stop it as soon as it started? So it plays without an air of actual threat. And also that we’re supposed to hate this guy, he’s the episodic enemy, so Margaret’s fury against him is all framed as right & justified & him getting his just desserts. Unlike, sadly, a number of other “jokes” these early seasons, this episode positions a man trying to take advantage of a woman as wrong, punishable even. I think that’s why I was weirdly kinda okay with it. Though on the whole I mean I would have preferred we just, not. If we have to, would prefer the Sidney version I already laid out, OF COURSE.

1x11 ‘Germ Warfare’

Hey Oliver Jones was still here in this one too! Godspeed fella, your stay at the 4077 was too short.

Hawkeye, sleeping in a chair so the wounded North Korean soldier can have his cot, whispering “Trap?” without opening his eyes. No note I just like it.

The fucking theremin cue when they start stealing Frank's blood while doing their Dracula bit

“In the morning he will be one of my brides!” Alright.

Larry’s little meow in his sleep, omfg

Hawk stop trying to seduce Frank while he sleeps, this psychological torture is so…subliminal

Truly what makes incorrigible flirt Hawkeye work is that in just so many of his ceaseless attempts to seduce Nurse Cutler and Lieutenant this blonde babe, the joke is on him. He has no sense of shame or self-preservation.

“I’m only paranoid ‘cause everyone is against me.” I’D MISSED FRANK.

They walked back a little Radar being so, so psychic as well

The thing about Frank & Margaret is that while we hate Frank for Margaret (because we know later Margaret), it’s also extremely good that they fully are set up as the counter couple to Hawkeye & Trapper. Like 1000%. Those are the two couples. Constantly engaged in battle.

Was briefly considering if this should have gone before ‘Bananas, Crackers, and Nuts’ in my viewguide, but have decided it’s funnier if Hawkeye hits on Frank so much after the one where he pretends to be in love with him, like it puts the idea into his head.

Wait the boys brought Frank daisies???! Huge Frederick Chilton visiting Will Graham in the hospital tbh

1x12 ‘Dear Dad’

‘The Longjohn Flap’ is the first true And They Were All So Cold episode in that it’s the plot, but I was loathe to forget that this one invented being bundled. Hawkeye in his scarf writing this letter to his dad....my absolute origin story.

I MISS GINGER. Her vibes with Hawkeye and Trapper were so good.

Father Mulcahy is So Cute, look at him!

Henry stressfully cajoling his unruly audience, “Let’s just can the jokes, I’d like to get right down to the sex,” did make me laugh

A whole interlude about how Trapper is the strapping sweetie-pie of the outfit, wow

WAIT this was the first time you would have seen Klinger!!??! And he was so rowdy!!! Wow wild intro for him

“Attention all personnel: when filling out GI insurance forms, be sure to state your age and sex at the time of your last birthday.” Innncredible.

What do you think a snail smells like anyway

I’d forgotten that the first time Hawkeye kissed Margaret, just out in the middle of camp as a bit, he then promptly volunteered to go down on her, in so many words. Y’know this is the other thing that makes his pursuit of all the nurses (slash everyone) work: he’s extremely keen on making sure they have a good time. “I’ve certainly done my share to keep up [the nurses] morale,” he wrote earlier, “but I’ve only got two hands.” This apparently is the perfect cocktail for an incorrigible flirt: 1 part complete willingness to embarrass yourself, 1 part complete willingness to be a service anything.

And then of course that scene is immediate followed by one where he makes a joke that Trapper is getting him pregnant. ~HAWKEYE PIERCE~

Hmmm. Hawkeye paused before getting on the chopper and tried to say goodbye to Trapper just in case, and Trapper went “Tell me when you see me!” Aw Trap…

“All the ladies of the ensemble” oh my god...<3

1x19 ‘The Longjohn Flap’

I love Radar and Henry so much

It’s actually all of the cots, they’re all taken from post-OP supply huh

Trapper dealing cards into the stove one by one…

It’s just soooo goooood watching Hawkeye comically cave to poor shivering sneezing Trapper, he’s so resistant and such a soft touch at once

Have I ever mentioned in public how much I love Radar's makeshift ear-muffs---surgical gauze layered under his radio headphones---that he uses for multiple season's worth of cold episodes. Man...Now That's Television

‘The Longjohn Flap’ is so perfect. Hawkeye listing out all the descriptors of the long underwear Trapper has just lost (“double weave! semi-woolen!”) while he just sits there in shock, Radar already trying to unbutton them off his chest.

Trapper: “Hey. Look what the giant rodent has on his body.” Why is this line killing me.

Loretta’s bizarre little cold voice is just the greatest, wtf

Y’know, this transition from Klinger, in a bandana but fatigues, trying to blow Frank up with a grenade, to now being outside in a dress in the cold and saying “I’m crazy, ask anybody. Crazy Klinger,” kind of works?

Hawkeye: “Only God knows where they are now…” [Cut to Father Mulcahy bringing a sentry coffee] Alan I want to kiss you on the cheek

It also works as a second Klinger episode that once again his closest relationship seems to be with Father Mulcahy. Incidentally, I’m also seeing where the Klinger & Mulcahy truthers are coming from lately.

“—which we own” Oh so now the 'johns are collective property of the two of you

Hawkeye’s sweet overwhelmed joy when he gets them back, oh my gOD

What is this!!!!!!!!!

1x17 ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’

Loretta Swit’s “trying to figure out how to grab crouched-over Frank to move him out of her tent” acting is so, so funny

Loretta Swit’s “pointing where Frank was coming from” acting is, you guessed it, so, so funny

Admittedly, the way Tommy fully seems like Hawkeye’s wild gay friend, is incredible. McLean Stevenson’s reaction to Tommy kissing him though is just the bee’s knees & all the rest of her.

But…this episode does still throw me off a little! Not for nothing is I think their only homophobic joke from Hawkeye? Unless we want to count “If you kiss me I’ll throw up,” but he says that while eyeing Trapper over a sip of his drink so it still just feels flirty ultimately.

“I’d give you a kiss but I…can’t move my head” is just quite good as a line I’ll give you

God I’m so sorry ‘Sometime You Hear the Bullet’, but look at that I’ve just come right back down on you again. It just doesn’t work for me! It’s too quick, you can’t introduce a character I’ve never heard of before, tell me he’s one of Hawkeye’s best friends, and kill him 10 minutes later, and not have me just looking at all the brush strokes and not the picture.

1x21 ‘Sticky Wicket’

“You go right to Major Houlihan, you set your jaw firmly, and you look into those cool, killer eyes of hers and you tell her I’ll be right there.” McLeeaaaaan

Radar waking up Hawkeye is always the cutest. I’m injured.

Sorry sorry to just bag again on ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’, but really, I just feel like its relative emotional depth is shown up in sophistication by even just a few of these other S1 episodes. Margaret going from threatening Hawkeye with a formal complaint in one scene to the two of them working seamlessly together in the operating room in the next, and that’s the point, is so much more real about the nature of living in a surgical hospital camp during a war, if that’s what it is that 'Sometimes You Hear' is supposed to be giving.

Hawkeye, operating: “What’s the score, John?” John, minding the patient’s vital signs: “He’s doing pretty well, considering what you’re doing to him.” I can’t really explain exactly what emotion this inspires in me, but it sure does it

Putting this one right after the episode where he loses Tommy does give Hawkeye’s behavior in this one a specific interpretive flavor. Not sure if I prefer that though; there doesn’t always have to be reasons, you know?

Trapper hauls Hawkeye away from trying to murder Frank by the waist. Just FYI.

Ah and yes also the first time we see Trapper just physically steer him out of the hospital. Hawkeye is upset and Trapper has gone hands-on. Hmm I was probably going to rest easier before I noticed this.

The “I told you to leave me alone, Trapper,” bit, TRULY ...truly

Wait then Trapper ACTUALLY SHOWS UP, with booze. And literally is like, so is she helping? Wow? Wow.

Was this the first one that started on how Margaret is very good at her job

Y’know what, one of S1’s hottest episodes is: ‘Sticky Wicket’. This episode has everything: The very beginnings of Hawkeye & Margaret, Besties. Operating on war victims feeling like it has Consequences. Trapper jilted that Hawkeye left him for two nights, then relenting and being like [literally chucking his cheek] baby at least you came back. :) The first shower scene in my viewguide. McLean Stevensen sleep mask acting. And what's that? Why, it's Radar O’Reilly.

1x20 ‘The Army-Navy Game’

I do love how open Hawkeye always is with his fear. It’s nice.

Had missed before that Margaret is fully just leaning on Trapper as they cower near Henry comma concussed

“Yeah yeah, don’t panic, I’m doing that for everybody. Go inside.” LOVE Leadership Pierce, when it kicks in.

Army brass: “Call me at half-time, will ya Captain?” Hawkeye, amazed, mockingly polite-society: “Certainly.” Army brass: “If I don’t hear from you, I’ll understand.” This Catch-22 shit in this episode is SO GOOD

Wait so was S1 just entirely the Klinger/Mulcahy hours and I just never noticed the pattern

Henry: “One foot, can you imagine!” Radar: “Twelve inches!” Literal lol

Henry: “….It’s whose?” [scene cut] Hawkeye: “The CIA!?” Sublime.

Reading off the flyer: “Give yourselves up. You can’t win. - Douglas MacArthur” It's perfect.

*****

Viewguides (selected episodes for each season; M*A*S*H reduced like a gravy)

Misc. MASH (formless notes from my watches)

#M*A*S*H hours (all this & More)

#“S1 revisited” is here #Misc. MASH #M*A*S*H hours #M*A*S*H

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4.) I'll never get over how much thought and care you've put into making Shagheera not just passable, but fantastic. Like you went from complaining about there being no good Shagheera fics in 2020 to being responsible for a bunch of Shagheera content in 2021. Magnificent. Hyperfixated Queen.

5.) It feels like a crime that I haven't read your Huntlow fics yet, I swear I'll fix what the moment I am able.

6.) The ending of A Little Change Chapter 21 is always gonna stick with me as like. Such a vibe. It paints the entire fic's vibes to me tbh. I think it's why it took me so long to really get into illustrating that moment. It just sticks. In a good way.

7.) Not entirely a fic (yet?) but I wasn't lying when I said the bit you wrote about Ty making peace with his bisexuality actually made me cry. Again why I was just so eager to illustrate it.

8.) PERSONALITY!!!! Oh my gods, like, your fics have SUCH personality. Whether it be through dialogue or narration or even dramatic irony, there's just like. So MUCH in your fics. So much you. And I love you. And so I love your writing ejhfkgjs. There are scenes I so desperately want to animate because the dialogues you write just FEEL like they have such good motion to them!!

12.) I... I re-read Penniless Promises and Undocumented Events so often it's almost embarrassing QwQ;;;

14.) I was extremely fresh off of catching up to the Owl House when I read Exercise in Understanding, so I wasn't expecting it to hit me as hard as it did (sometimes something has to sink in first before it can mean so much) but it DID and I'm so glad it did.

15.) I love hearing you talk about your writing process - Since Swindle is as much a visual piece as it is a written one, how much do you visualize as you're writing the script? You give so me many directions that I can't consider there's nothing happening, but I'm curious about just how much you write with visuals in mind!

I looooooooooooove youuuuuuuu 💕

4.) My Shagheera. My beloved. My beloathed. They are good for my mental health. They make it a billion times worse. Miserable horrible old kitty men that drive me fucking ballistic. Shagheera will ways be there for me to focus on if I run out of other hyperfixations. Who would I BE if I didn't have them?

5.) If it helps I can summarise my huntlow fics for you so it feels like you've read them. Okay so I've written two big ones. Sunshine and Atlas. In Sunshine, Hunter and Willow take turns having mental breakdowns while sitting in Willow's backyard. In Atlas, Hunter and Willow take turns having mental breakdowns but with a twist! They're in Luz's house this time!

Actually you need to read them to understand what I'm currently about. It's like me taking you by the hand and explaining my current brainrot step by step. I consider Sunshine to be like. My huntlow essay. Like how I made a shagheera essay to pitch why its Good, I actually made this essay into a fic. It is still entirely a pitch. Tryna get people on board with my agenda.

6.) It's been SO FUCKING LONG that I was wracking my brain trying to remember what in God's name happened in chapter 21. I had to check. I remember knowing that entire fic off by heart back then. Like if you dropped a chapter number, I'd immediately know what that chapter was about. Now it's all just a blur. A Little Change is nowhere close to my pride and joy anymore that I'm glad it's just a blur.

But ya okay 19 year old me really snapped with chapter 21. Can't believe she wrote that. I'm proud of her. Silly and cringy as it was I'm glad she had fun. Glad other people had fun too.

7.) *bonks my little OC on the head* this bad boy can fit so much of the bisexual experience in it*

8.) This is why I can only write anything once every thirty years or so. I put all my personality into it and then I am left without a personality for ten to twelve business days. Just a husk. But people are getting a giggle out of my silly little stories so who's the real winner here.

But God do I love making fics that are alive. Its like making my own little frankensteins monster. If its not breathing, I'm never satisfied.

12.) I appreciate that you reas Undocumented Events so much because that's my BABY. It's everything to me. I have no idea when I'm ever gonna touch it again but I love what it currently is. And nobody else reads it so LIKE. Thank you for keeping it in your memory.

I have no special attachment to Penniless Promises so it doesn't bother me that nobody ever reads it. But I'm always like "at least Artsy that wild son of a gun is having fun and milking it for everything it's worth." That's what it's all about.

14.) Excercise in Understanding how I love that little guy. Constant reminder that has me like "Look at me!! Writing short things!!! Look what I'm capable of!!!" Delighted that one of the first owl house fics was Hunter being gross and Darius being disgusted. What an excellent place to start.

15.) I visualise facial expressions and gestures and non vocal character interactions. I'm really bad at like painting pictures in my head of backgrounds and layouts and whatever but I'm always character oriented. I think there's a lot of writing between the lines when it comes to the little details of smiles and troubled looks and comfortable touching and flinching so my brain really zeros in on how they would look. But when it comes to whatever in God's name is going on around them. Settings and shit? Brain empty.

Thank you!!! You are my friend!!! I love you!!!!!

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anulithots · 8 months

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The Prayer Plant. Episode Six - "And Dottie"

Mini-episodes <3

Everyone gets a cameo <3

None of this in order <3

A tumblr houseplant story from @awleeofficial

The seed post is here

Episode one - "Inspiration"

Episode two - "Desperation"

Episode three - "Rose"

Episode four - "The Littles"

Episode five - "Cream, Fuzzy, Pancake"

Note - this is still a first draft, any feedback would be much appreciated. <3

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"In the wild, everyone would've helped you take care of them. We're more of the communal sort."

"The wild sounds nice."

"It IS nice."

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"Hello, my name's Fuzzy, why do you have a spikey mouth on your tail?"

Cream gasped. "Fuzzy! You can't just ask someone why they have a spikey mouth on their tail."

Venus swished said tail. "Well.. I eat bugs with my... 'spikey mouths'."

Pancake tilted faer head. "COOL"

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Dottie stared at that one leaf from faer plant. The one that dust seemed to cling to and not let go. Fae JUST GREW that leaf, why couldn't faer leaves just come out nice like everyone els-

Dottie shook faer head.

"Your plant is growing in a dusty area, and its normal for some leaves to 'not come out right'" said inner Cream.

"Maybe we can make a dust bunnie" said inner Fuzzy.

And Dottie breathed, like Pancake would, letting the crumbling feeling fade.

Dottie lowered faer voice. "Thank you little on-"

"Are you talking to yourself?" Fuzzy chirped.

Dottie startled. "Noooo.... absolutely not... Just, cleaning, you know -" fae brushed dust off a leaf, "...cleaning"

Fuzzy nodded. "Well, Rose said you have to go to sleep. Cream and Pancake and Puddles also think you should go to sleep."

Dottie smiled. "And what do you think?"

"I concur"

Dottie laughed.

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"You... wish for me to move your plant?"

"Yes."

"You're not afraid of me... doing something awful to it?"

"Yes."

"Huh. Most fairies look at.... this," Venus gestured to faerself, " and assume the worst"

"But you're so nice"

Venus blinked and half-smiled a toothy grin. "Thank you. You're the first fairy to acknowledge my everlasting nice-ness... and not be apprehensive about the bug eating."

"You eat bugs?"

"..... Yes?"

"COOL"

Venus tilted faer head. "You're.... you're one of the good ones."

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Rose sat beside Dottie and faer littles, flicking faer tail. "You know, there might be a way to get Cream, Pancake, and Fuzzy a plant"

Dottie's ears perked. "Really?"

Rose nodded. "There's this.. abandoned tree - not Maidoe's, another one - that they can use as their own."

Cream sniffed, "Abandoned tree? That's weird... and creep-"

"The fairy could've been separated." Pancake muttered, "like us."

"It's still weird."

Dottie sighed and bonked Cream's muzzle. "Be nice.... and thank you Rose."

Rose fluffed faerself up. "It's the best I could do... they are crowding your plant and that isn't conducive to overall health."

Dottie squeaked, some small thought process worrying on how fae didn't catch that sooner....

'Because Fuzzy liked sleep piles and you can't say no, silly. But you have others, not to live up to, but to live with.'

Dottie sighed.

Fae loved faer dance.

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Ta Da!!

Literally everyone got a cameo. Anuli's tree is the ghost story of the garden. Dottie is the first fairy to whole-heartedly trust Rose immediately and Rose likes that. Venus thinks littles are exhausting and doesn't know how Dottie deals with them, but they don't judge (except for Cream, but Cream judges dust specks, so it's fine.). Dottie does inspiration, desperation dances but the desperation is getting better and it's like 1 am and oh!

The Dottie Plant I gave to my grandma is still here <3 We went to her house today and I saw it by the window (leaves are wilting a bit but it's doing okay.) and I was like "DOTTIE DON'T STRESS PEOPLE ON TUMBLR LOVE YOU"

And someone explain to me how there are so many amazing people on this cite that have gotten me to THREE COMPLETED SHORT STORIES. I haven't written more than 100 finished words in years and these were written in months. I think that's (as Kamari would say) "absolutely wonderous."

Thank you thank you thank you so so so much.

And mark my words, one day I will make a library with all these plants in it and mayyybbeeee publish these in a short story book?

Reblog this with one kind statement to "water" Dottie, let's spread some wonder to this convoluted place <3

And spread the word to anyone else who would like to add their houseplant to the garden, perhaps we can fill tumblr with houseplants.

#writeblr #short story #perfectionism #take care of yourself #amwriting #the tumblr houseplant series Dottie plant #The tumblr houseplant series #The tumblr houseplant series Prayer Plant #the land of the fallen fairies #writer community #writerblr

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theunavoidableone · 2 years

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(AN: This is a story I wrote for my dnd character Howard, a silly guy who really needs a hug.

TR: Violence, darker themes, abuse

Hope you enjoy!)

Didn't have any jokes this time. Thought he had something at first. A quip, or a witty remark that would make this situation seem all the more amusing. Maybe a ditty or a song to sooth his captors. Something moving, something catchy, that you could hum on your way to work. They would play cat and mouse for a little while, pretend that they were winning, then he would do something clever and the audience would cheer and adore him!

For no matter how bad a situation was, Howard never failed! No matter how unlucky, Howard pulled through!

Guess he had finally run out, huh?

Guess the world had finally gotten annoyed, as everyone else did.

He called them his friends. Did he even truly care about them? The mage, the paladin, the turtle with a head harder than the earth he commanded. He had fought beside them, broken bread with them, narrowly avoided being bonked in the head by one of them.

How many times had they fought for their lives?

And how many times had it been all his fault?

Howard counted the days going by in his cell. He stopped early on, like he could commit to a habit, or any discipline. How many days had he counted? Three? Three days was all it took before he was back to how he was before. Four days and he was doing the exact thing he professed to hate. Get angry, get mad, boy was he good at getting mad! Red faced, stomping around, the buckle on his belt swinging back and forth as the bells on his cap let out a sharp whistle. Not like he could do anything about his anger. Punch a wall and he'd bleed, let it fester and his soul would slowly bleed out.

Don't let your anger out. A good girl, a strong girl needs to control his temper.

Watch your tone, child. Don't you know it's disrespectful to use that voice with your father, the one who loved and raised you?

He shouldn't be angry. It was his fault anyways. His fault for shooting himself in the head. His fault for going off on his own, through a dark kingdom, standing in solitude because in his head, he was immortal. Bullets grazed his flesh, monsters were seduced by his charm and quick wit, and the shadows withered in the light of his smile. He could do anything and get away with it because he was immune to authority! Men like him did not deserve to bend to laws and codes, men like him were stronger, wiser-

He slammed his fist against the wall. His knuckles bled, bits of concrete and iron wedged into his flesh.

He let his hand hang limp at his side, leaned against the wall as he slowly slid to the ground, mute as the blood from his hand dripped, dripped, dripped, forming a puddle.

And his eyes turned to she who put him here, his captor and queen.

Her flesh was like the chains that shackled him, cold and gleaming. The moisture that lined her body could have been mistaken as sweat, had it not been for the stalactites dripping down upon her. A stray rat scuttled by, which she crushed beneath her feet, letting out a sharp "hmph" that echoed throughout the cavern, from the walls and back to Howard's cell, drowning out the screaming in his head.

Her arms were crossed behind her back. Posture upright, limbs as stiff as iron rods, expression never changing beyond an eternal grimace. Every vial checked, statistics looked over once and once more, every cog and wheel in place, according to plan.

Yet as she inspected her equipment, she noticed something. Wires, shining through a crack in the metal casing, barely dangling out. With a roar she tore the entire device out of its hinges, beating down upon it as metal spikes protruded from her back, stabbing downward. Howard coughed as dust and ash were blown through his cell.

And when it cleared, there was no sign of damage. Just the queen working, working, working.

Content as can be.

Neither darkness or light, or day and night. Just the dimn light of his cell and the women that stood beyond it. Never speaking to him, or even glancing his way.

But in glimpses, flashes in the moments between moments, where he wondered if he was just imagining it, he saw a wretched thing. A thousand ears, listening for what would come. Twisted mouths and silver tongues, upside down and inside out, leaking bile and the black speech.

He knew those words. He'd heard them his whole life.

You will never be good enough.

He wasn't. Never would be.

On her chest, a cross. Holy, set apart, the judge, jury, and executioner. Screaming at him in the halls. A scared little child, sleeping on the floor, a room without a door.

Let your no be no and your yes be yes.

Didn't want it to be her. Didn't want what he saw to be true.

His eyes should have lied to him. If only it were that easy-

Funny, how she took men as concubines, leaving bastard children in the ashes.

"I love you," He had yelled. "I love you, isn't that enough?"

Like the fuzzy bits of a nightmare, barely recollected, she replied.

"No, no it is not."

Mother knew best.

"Do you recognize me," she said, head swiveling to the side to face him.

Yellowed teeth gleamed in the dirty light, cracked and bloodied lips split into a grin.

"Do I recognize you? What kind of a question is that! How are you doing mommy? Subjects treating you well, authoritarian policies still in place? By the looks of it, surgery on your wrinkly old ass didn't go so right. Surgeon have a bone to pick with you too? Did you leave him like you left us?"

Her body trembled, bolts and screws all shaking within. Her hair of silk split at the seams, pieces in tatters flapping around to an invisible current. Mechanical insects, spiders and crickets chirping away, crawled out of the cracks in her back. They laughed with her in a ghastly chorus, directed to Howard, shot through his heart.

Assuming he had one. Judging from the gaping hole in his chest, he assumed it was currently on someone's carpet.

But really, they should be grateful, that carpet was a piece of shit anyways and any piece of him would up the resale value by a massive amount.

Oh yes? What was he focused on again? Why, his whore of a mother!

Apparently she was speaking. Apparently he should have been listening.

"My, my son, you've grown wise with words! I'm so very proud! It's been so long, since the days when you were but a wee little lad following dad around. You used to look up to him so much. Didn't you want to be a noble just like him? Speak with authority and watch legions of men flock to your side? What happened to that whimsical dream you tooted around so much-"

She spat out the word son. Howard's lip twitched.

Her high heels slid down the stone floor, and the scent of chemically grown roses wafted down Howard's nose. He would have thought she looked sexy, had it not been on the account that she was his mother.

Claws pressed against the bars. Fake teeth spewing oil, in cellebration of his return, the heat of her mechanical body pressed against his flesh. Howard moved back, grin widening.

"Why did you change? Who is it that I see before me, an imposter in poor man's rags? What happened to daddy's little bundle of joy, who never thought to ask or question or doubt. What happened to your faith? Faith in which what we cannot see, but know will come to pass."

Her eyes darkened, like black saucers. Her grip on the bars loosened.

"Your father was not a kind man. But don't you think he was a fair man? Don't you think he had your best interests in mind and don't you think it was wrong to throw it all away. His roof, his support, his generosity?"

The spiders jumped off her shoulder, landing in Howard's hair. They cut and snipped as he writhed in his chamber, hair a nest for the damned.

Only dolls for Christmas. A neat bow tie and ribbon for daddy's little girl. All while the boys marched away and played games of war. Bloodshed and fury! Was it too much to ask for Howard to join in on the fun? To smite so he would no longer be smitten? To take what he had never been given?

Hair cut short, by a razor of his own hand.

Couldn't cut it short in Father's house.

A game of war. How he longed to plunge that razor into mother's heart, into Father's breast, if only he weren't held back by notions of mercy.

Why couldn't he just pull the trigger?

Did it to himself, why not to someone else?

Ruffling up his hair, he let the spiders stay in their nest. He even fed one some breadcrumbs out of his pocket! They were quite appreciative really, being under the thump of a dictator didn't pay well, you know. Times were hard, the stock market was crashing, and all the while the conservative politics of their mistress left their good country in shambles! Suddenly you couldn't go anywhere without people whining about the non-existence of the class war, or how magic should not be trusted and science was the answer to all of their problems!

Bogus stuff, right?

"Seems even your minions prefer my company to yours, mother. If dad had my back then why did you leave, hmm? Why were you this close to plunging a knife into his back? You can talk about his stewardship and faith all day long-"

Hand clamped against mother's throat, a viper in his eyes. It burned. Didn't matter.

All he wanted was her pain. Let her know what she had done. Let her feel what he had felt.

Nothing more dehumanizing than that. To be at the mercy of another. To be told of what you are not.

"If you'd just listen, if you could just please-"

"Did I tell you that I was listening?"

"Are you listening now Mother?"

His hands began squeezing the metal that made up her neck, crushing it like a cylinder. One hand shot up, gnarled fingers going for the throat.

His veins bulged, his pupils dilated. Heart racing a thousand miles. Hair standing straight, spiders crawling and darting around. And his eyes never left poor mother. His glazed over eyes finding their spark as he held her there, her smile unwavering as the strength she had birthed held her captive.

"Oh I am listening. What are you going to do? Choke me out? Kill a poor old woman? What fire in your eyes, what passion. Tell you what-"

A sword slid down her arm. She handed it to Howard, cupping his hand as he gripped the blade.

"Go on then, kill me. This is what you wanted right? The chance to right a thousand wrongs. The moment you've thought of ever since you left that place you once called home. Enjoy this moment, savor it dear. Twist that blade into my chest and watch the iron fall to reveal my naked, marred body. Watch me bleed out and revel in the fact that you have done this world a service by getting rid of me."

Breath caught in his throat, Howard said nothing. Every thought, every wrong turn, had led up to this moment. And now that he was here he could do nothing but stand and stare.

"Isn't this what you want? By killing me, you'll feel better, all of your misdeeds forgiven?"

Smile twisting, lines weaving in and out of his face, he dropped mother and the blade.

His hands became fists, and Howard scowled. Mother sat down, crossed legged, as she let the child get it out. Let them blow smoke, let them be angry, then once they ran out of steam you could pull them by the ear and keep them on the straight and narrow.

He was the child, and she was the parent. Right?

Parents knew best. Parents knew what was right. Parents could do their child no harm. Parents held your hand, were with you through thick and thin.

Always by your side.

Howard bared his fangs, lunging at the bars. Invisible ropes seized his arms, pulling him back.

He frothed at the mouth. Flies buzzed and bathed in his scent. Worms crawled out of their cracks and giggled. The light flickered and in its absence the snarling beast was shown. The snarling beast who could not do a goddamned thing right. The beast who felt more than he knew. Whose emotions led him to his own ruin, a slave to thought.

It shrieked. It pounded against the walls of the cell, as the light was devoured by it. Two emerald orbs danced in the dark. And it's voice, it's chipped voice.

"Don't you use that tone with me, young lady!"

And he bit his tongue.

No more.

No more keeping it in. No more pretending it was alright. No more smiling for the sake of happiness, so the world could be content that it hadn't failed another. No more half truths. No more saying "I'm fine." No more putting up with everything and everyone because they deserved his respect.

Where was the line? Where was the balance in this, in this world that had told him to be one way while he chose to be another?

Mommy and daddy wanted a son.

Well he was right here!

Time to show them what a real man could do.

"You're right, you know."

The queen shivered in her seat. His voice, it hadn't changed. In fact, he looked no different than before, other than the passion in his eyes. Other than the way he lifted his sword and felt its steady weight fall into his hand. Felt right, like an extension of himself.

Like it would do his bidding.

"It won't make me feel better. But I don't expect it too. You think I will feel a wave of euphoria? You think suddenly everything will be okay, as if you could erase that past? You think I can escape the man I am, just by ending your life right now? No-"

He looked up and laughed. The cavern quaked.

"I made my choices, so I either live or die by them. Just as you will do. What do you say mother, shall we both die? Burn in this mechanical monstrosity together? Or do we hug, kiss, and make up? Fancy a cup of tea mother?"

He darted. One cut was needed. Thin red line, pierced armor.

She was bleeding.

"Fancy a relationship! Fancy a life outside of this castle? Did you ever wonder once where I was? Did you ever consider his lashes, Did you ever wonder if I was okay? Did you even think to ask? With all of your power and might and majesty you couldn't have saved one bastard child?!"

He knelt down as a dozen blades shot out. He let them pierce his body, as he went limp.

She spewed oil and mucus. Shakily getting up, the queen let loose one more blade, straight for the head.

SHATTER.

Like glass, scattered on the floor.

Howard blew the smoke off of his revolver. It whispered in his head, told him to finish her off, end her suffering now and let this old dog die.

He had other ideas.

"Strong enough to have it all. Too weak to take it."

He kicked her in the stomach, sending her rolling down the chamber. He ripped out clumps of hair, flinging his spiders at her body, crushing their little sacs. Flash brimmed in the cracks, and a shockwave rung out, knocking mother against a wall.

He smiled. Perhaps it was the first real smile in a while.

Mother gagged up a word.

"Please…."

Another kick, this one to the ribs. And then another, feeling the crunch of bone underneath his boots, let him dig his worn out soles into her chest.

He knelt beside her, putting a finger to her lips.

"I used to wonder why dad left you. I used to think I did something wrong. Dad's old dog can't learn any new tricks. But if I'm a dog, then what does that make you, hmm? Dog shit? A shadow of a shadow, a withered ghost. Look at you, look at what you've done to yourself. Ever wonder if you made that suit to hide from him? Think your metal can withstand his beatings?"

He ripped off his tattered shirt, exposing the scars beneath. One for every sin, and ten more for the heir that never was.

"If he did this to me, then how much more did he do to you? Ten scars, twenty, a thousand? How much could you take before you broke? How much could you endure before you left your only child behind?"

She darted past him like a snake. He threw the sword.

It hit.

Arm pinned to the wall. Barely clinging to life.

"You think I'm done with you yet? Do you think we've scratched the surface of what you did?!"

Her voice sounded like a dying television, the last of its color fading out to static.

"Son….please…."

He stood over her, back arched, hair casting a shadow over her face. His body had stopped bleeding, a black mist emanating from his pistol, resealing his wounds as his eyes grew dark. As the mist coiled around his body, as his glasses were abandoned in his cell and he stared away, as he scrunched up his face and tensed his muscles, the queen realized one thing.

He looked like Father.

But she couldn't even move.

Good old times, right?

When Howard spoke, it was monotone. Like he was engaging in everyday chitchat, and wasn't particularly invested in the conversation.

"No…"

He blinked.

"You don't get to say please. You don't get to beg when for years I've been begging for your attention, your validation. You think you're owed mercy? You think justice hasn't come for your head?"

He sat down beside her, placing a cold hand on hers.

"All I wanted were three simple words. Only three. Didn't need to have earned them, didn't need to have pushed myself past my breaking point to even cross that final frontier, didn't need to fit into your mold, this image of pigtails and dresses and dances at the gala."

He sighed, head hung.

"But now the moment has been spoiled. I don't need you or him to be proud of me. I don't need anybody else but me to tell me who I am."

He buried his head into his legs, shaking. Tears ran down his eyes, and he sniffled, coughing up spit and saliva. Mother did nothing, chest bobbing up and down.

"You ran away so you didn't have to face him. Well, I did."

Chest inflated, arms crossed, crossed legged.

"There comes a point where you can only take so much. Being called daughter, insistent that I fit into his idea of me, and not loving me for me. Rants against those who defiled their body, who you secretly loved and hated because at least they were living their lives. And, even if he hurt me, even if I was marred in the end, at least I'm going to be who I want to be-"

He bit his words, wiping his face before he continued.

"At least I'm going to be the man he never saw in me. At least I have to stop hiding. Because I would rather take the pain than spend another day lying to myself and him."

He picked up his gun, standing up, back turned to mother, mom.

"I've been wondering all of this years if I made the correct choice. And you know what…"

A bullet grazed the side of her head. A warning shot.

"I did the right thing."

He took aim, eye on the trigger.

"So before you meet your Maker, I have one last request."

Her response was a series of moans and grunts.

"What is my name?"

Silence. Tighter on the trigger.

"I said….what is my name?"

She really tried, bless her heart, bless her poor, agonized soul, but she was only able to get out a hoarse "h…."

Howard screamed.

"SAY IT!"

"H…..o…..w"

He grinned.

"Yeah, easy goes it. Come on mom, you can do it. Make it past the finish line! It's almost over, and the day hasn't even started!"

Final breath.

".....a….r….d"

He winked.

"And don't you forget it!"

He fired. His friends wouldn't make it in time to save her.

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catcze · 3 years

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hey catte can i just send in a thought 😔😔 naur bc i feel so bad i have my childe zhongli and kaeya all triple crowned and yet their damages, although decent!! is very low compared to other players UHUHU its very silly to be slightly upset at it but i just keep unconsciously apologizing to them everytime they dont hit crit/high dmg JDJJDJDJD

but I'd like everyone to just imagine, say that ur in this same scenario, that theyre all just cheering you on as you grind their materials and artifacts for them, either modern au or in game meta kinda au. them being very huggy and sappy and a kith on ur forehead bc you've worked so hard for them (then bonk u gently because theyre all doing decent dmg, ur too hard on yourself...) akjdkdjdkdjjd sorry im very emo for them rn, this is how i cope rip JDJDBDNDNNFN

also can i be 🧶anon? or conyo anon HAHAHAHA ive sent in asks on non-anon before but sometimes with long stuff like these i become very shy KSJDJDNDN

pls omg that's literally so cute ?? ajsdnask Them being so overwhelmingly supportive and sweet, and being so thankful that you're willing to invest so much time and effort into them <33

and the soft kiss w/ the hugs and the fluff omg pls I'm gonna CRY 😭 /pos

Pls feel free to cope more in my inbox I encourage it this was so cute to read HHAHA

Lil blurb bc i got inspired <3

⠀"Childe," You call, handing him a new flower, one that had taken ages for you to get your hands on–– your body still hurts from having gone through the dragonspine domain too many times, and your eyes are practically drooping with exhaustion. "Here you go. I hope it's good, or that you can do bigger damage with it. I'm sorry I couldn't get it sooner," you sigh, unable to look him in the eye.

⠀A hand comes up to ruffle your hair though, gentle despite its weight, and annoyingly messing up your hair.

⠀"Why are you fretting, comrade?" He asks with a pearly white grin. Kaeya and Zhongli come up behind him, curious. "Though I'm grateful for the upgrade, there wasn't anything wrong with my damage before, was there?"

⠀"I– I mean, no, but––"

⠀Zhongli takes one of your hands, holding it gently and running a careful thumb over the scrapes and bruises. He tuts. "The effort you have put in to raising our talents and giving us our required materials is already more than enough. We are grateful that you've spent your highly-sought materials on us already, and our current damage is no fault of yours, nor is it a problem that requires fixing."

⠀"They're right, you know," says Kaeya, carefully taking your weapon out of your hand. You hadn’t even realized you had been close to dropping it, too tired to notice the tremble in your limb. He wraps his other arm around your shoulders, gently guiding your group in the direction of some rest. “Our current output is more than enough, to say the least. You shouldn’t trouble yourself overthinking something like this–– you’re working so hard already and practically exhausting yourself for our sake. We wouldn’t want you to collapse on us, now would we?”

⠀There is a chorus of agreement from the other two as they come to walk beside you two. With Kaeya’s warm arm wrapped around your shoulders and your face half-tucked into his feathery collar piece, the bone-deep exhaustion from hours of farming the domains rears its head and it suddenly becomes difficult to keep your eyes open.

⠀Kaeya coos from above you, and you can distantly hear Zhongli encouraging you to get some rest and that you’ve deserved it after a long day. The last thing you’re aware of before nodding off is ginger hair brushing your cheek, a soft pressure against your forehead, and wishes for sweet dreams.

#hehe ty for the inspo <3 #also yes !! You can become my anon haha <3 #Conyo anon #Kisses from Catte 🦩#ALSO DAMN you triple crowned all of them ?? Luv i applaud you thats some dedication whoaaa <33 #gonna tag this lmao why not #Childe x reader #Kaeya x reader #Zhongli x reader #Cw GN reader

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy??

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?!

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

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abizarreyodelingincident · 3 years

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Our Nightly Confidant 8

Accept your Wild side

The moon is high up in the sky, and Wild somehow does not fear it turning blood red. That was one of the things that left him wrongfooted before. There are many things he didn't know about the past. But this is one he is glad for. He doesn't want to imagine monsters coming back to life here.

The ranch, at night, is peaceful. So peaceful. Earlier, Malon's singing lulled the animals to sleep, and probably half the group, but it only made his stomach twist. She had laughed and wished them good night, her hand lingering on her husband's shoulder. Time never looked so happy, so relaxed as he did around his wife, well at home. He might have fled the second the others had fallen asleep.

Lying on the rooftop of the barn, Wild's chest ache with guilt.

One more thing to the list. One more thing Hylia wants him to remember.

He's trying, but can't find the words. Can barely make the effort to try. What will he tell Time? How will he... how can he apologize for something like this?

The tearing, rushing sound of shadow magic makes his heart leap for joy. It's the sound that told Wild the amnesiac that he didn't have to travel alone. That there'd be someone to watch over him, in the dark, in the storm, in the cold.

It's one of those sounds that speaks of home like Sidon's boastful greetings, the sing-song of little ritos or the taste of cold melon in desert shade.

Twilight materializes on the edge of the rooftop, furry and all, and Wild struggles to control his breathing for a second longer. He feels the tears close, and he knows Twilight notices them all too well with his wolf senses. Somedays, the shift is instantaneous, a steady hand on his back, a desire to lean back against a solid chest and furred shoulders.

Somedays, it's a beast that settles over his lap, and Wild takes the added weight on his legs like he's been given a second chance. He sighs, hangs his head, and, hands through fur, whispers 'thank you' as he lets the comfort of his brother's presence sink in. There's no need for other words. He runs them through his mind, and they weaken when he gives in and lets go of his tears.

'Thank you,' he tells Hylia for the hundredth time. For giving him that much longer with Twilight.

(He'd been prepared. He had known and Wolfie hadn't hidden it, as well as a wolf could tell him. That time he'd seen the black particles fly skyward, he'd known that was it, his friend was back to the realm of the goddesses.)

(He'd faced Ganon without fear, without faltering, and he'd rescued Zelda after a hundred years of fighting, and he had finally let the shame untie itself around his heart.)

(But he hadn't realized how much it would hurt to walk a lonely road, to see wild wolves that were a blue-ish gray instead of green-hued. To hear barking and never see his friend again.)

(Wild had been told his past self had lost everyone. Wolfie was the first one he did as himself.)

He's dried out the tracks on his face when the shadows shift, and the weight disappears.

“Need to talk about it?” is Twilight's opening move.

Wild thinks about it. “Probably.”

“Do you want to?”

The idea makes his mouth taste of ash.

“Later.”

Twilight doesn't say anything to that, and instead brushes the roof before sitting down and lying on his back. “Recognize any stars?”

Wild chuckles. “Still haven't found the Goatherd up there. Face it, it's a fictional one.”

“All constellations are made up, cub,” Twi replies with a cocky grin.

Wild wags his finger. “No, no, see, if they're in a book somewhere, it's official. It's science! Zelda told me so.”

Twilight rolls his eyes then leans back against the tiles of the roof. “Suuuure it is. Man, if only we had books in Ordon. Silly us.”

The warmth in his chest turns into gentle chuckles, and it's easy to lie back down, just close enough to brush his big brother's side.

He waits it out. It's hard enough to vocalize that he prefers not to take the initiative. It's a few more minutes of calm before Twi picks up on the hint.

“What is it about?”

“The usual.”

Fear. Failure. Disappointment. Guilt. The look in a stranger's eyes, the judgement and demands. That shrinking feeling that makes the air around him want to crush him paper thin. It's the usual. But this time, he can't help how the fear is strong, how the guilt strangles him. It's no wandering stranger, no fragment of his past berating him for things that happened in the great blank that was Link Before.

It's Time. The Old Man. Their Leader.

Twilight hums.

“Have I ever told you about the first time I met an Hylian soldier?”

No. For all they talk and are at ease, unless Wild asks, Twilight doesn't volunteer too much of his past. He's aware Twilight doesn't want to burden him, thinks he has too much on his plate. It's irritating, most times. So he cannot help feel a little eager even when he shakes his head.

Twilight's corner smirk feels a little sheepish. “Didn't think so? Ain't my proudest moment.”

“You? Having done anything you are not proud of? But aren't you the perfect, dutiful hero who knows when it's proper to scout and not?”

“Go swallow a bokoblin gut risotto.”

Wild rolls his eyes at the mention of the we-promised-not-to-mention-that-experiment dish. “I'll make you a portion.”

Twilight suddenly looks a little pensive. “... Think we could trick Fancy into trying it?”

Wild smirks. “There, your hidden fae side. The others never believe me when I mention it.”

“Balance, young hero.”

“Right. Story time!” Wild claps his hands. “So, your first time meeting a Hylian soldier?”

It sobers Twi right up. “... T'was at the start of my journey. Right after the point of no-return. The children of my village were taken, my childhood friend kidnapped, and the adults in a panic. I rushed out of town, and well, got immediately captured and turned into a wolf.”

“... Nice start.”

The bonk on the head is worth it. It wasn't even painful. “Shush. I'm bleeding out and you mock me, you disrespectful child. Where was I? Oh, yeah, turned into a wolf, captured, imprisoned and left to rot in a dungeon.”

The air chills, and Wild finds the story a hell lot less funny. He can't even make a joke about putting a wolf in a cage. It'd be like sand on a wound.

“I met someone there, who helped me escape. Lemme tell you, Cub, dungeons aren't a great place to develop a much greater sense of smell. Honestly, I probably wasn't thinking straight for a bit. I just wanted out. Fresh air. Anything but the walls closing in on me...” – Wild feels the shudder against his body – “I was near the exit when I met him. A proud Hylian soldier of her majesty's army. Right there in the dungeon, left a mere spirit by the twilight's influence. And he... he was cowering in a corner... I hated him.”

There's something to the weight of it that strikes Wild at his core. The sort of darkness that Twi doesn't show, that nothing he does hint at. But even with that, the thing that comes to mind most is what the story means now.

“Wow... ” Wild starts, his voice brimming with forced awe. “You're about as subtle as a goat's kick to the nuts, Twi.”

Warriors and Legend have nothing on the absolutely, smug little smirk on Twilight's face. “Still bitter, aren't cha?”

Wild throws his arms in the air. “Fighting Ganon wasn't half as painful!”

“Well, I hate to say 'I told you so'...”

“Liar! You live for it!”

Twi chuckles. “Yeah. But come on, I told you to face the goats head on.”

“They've got massive horns!”

“And legs. Now you know why no one wrestles cattle from behind. Predators are the only ones that approach the hind legs, and yeah, they get the kicks too.” A more serious look flitter on Twilight's face. “Knew a man or two that died that way, back home. Just, one day, startled an animal and it kicked. Landed on the wrong spot. The wrong rib. The head. Don't mess around cattle, Cub.”

Wild winces. Far more somber than before, he nods for his brother's sake. It's not like he never saw the horses kick when he tried to tame them. Just that he was good at avoiding them even when he was thrown off. He wants to say he would never get killed in such a stupid way, but...

(It had stopped raining, but the rocks were still wet in the shadowed spots. He hadn't known until...)

(He'd woken up to Mipha's voice, and Wolfie's panicked barks and tears, and he'd promised – promised – to never be so careless again.)

“What happened with the soldier?” he asks, because now his mind is on ghosts, and he's never known his big brother to hate them.

Twilight, annoyingly, shrugs. “Well, I broke the curse of twilight on Castle Town, so he's probably just patrolling the street like any other guard.”

“... You didn't look? You never met him again? Not even when you walked back into Castle Town later? I thought you had to do a bunch of quests there?”

“No,” Twilight starts, then frowns a bit to himself. “Maybe?”

A groan builds up in the back of his throat. “Twiliiiiight...”

Said big dumb oaf pushes him, just hard enough for a stumble. “It's not like I got a good look at his face. Or...” He looks away, quieter. “That I had nothing else on my mind at the time. I'd... I'd just been turned into a wild animal and asked to help an imp with some grandiose task. I was running around dungeons, surrounded by ghoul rats, and... there it was, the first glimpse of hope I might have had.”

Wild gulps. He hates to imagine Twilight, Hylian or wolf, ragged, hurt, looking for help and finding...

“He was cowering. I was just a farmer, kidnapped, stolen from home and twisted into this new form. I needed help. And there was a soldier, who'd signed up for this, for the protection of Hyrule and its citizens... She called me naïve. Asked me if I really thought a light worlder could brave the twilight.”

She. Wild tries not to tick at the mention of that one. Does not ask her name, because he knows a wound when he hears one. He focuses on the dungeon. The dark and damp, the chains he recalls, and he places Wolfie there, scared, and it makes him burn with anger to have the first person his brother come across turn him away.

But Twilight's lips are twisted in a grimace, his eyes heavy as they take in the night over Lon Lon Ranch.

“He was scared. And I hated him. Was I really any better? A man who couldn't take a step in the twilight without passing out? When my bones rattled with the thoughts of those critters crawling all over my body again?”

“You pushed through,” Wild says, because Twilight had to have. Twilight won. Twilight went on his quest and he saved Hyrule. Twilight hadn't... he...

“Yeah. I went through Hyrule, and one by one, saved the Light Spirits, reforged the Mirror of Twilight, fought the Usurper and the King of Evil. And along the way, I picked up some allies, mourned the people I was too late for and embraced those I saved. But I didn't forget that man. When I saw the kids of my village, locked in a basement in fear of monsters, I remembered. And it was a little easier to forgive. When I reached Zora's domain and saw the hundreds frozen in ice, the ghost of the queen begging me to help her son... ”

His voice falters, becomes thick with emotion. And Wild can't help flash back to Muzu's accusation, to Sidon's sad smile when he mentions Mipha's gift to him. He hadn't thought...

There's something knowing in Twilight's eyes. “Gifted me a Zora armor and everything. Some things don't change, Cub.”

“They should,” he whispers, unable to keep the raw hurt from it.

Twi snakes an arm around him, and brings him close. “Aye, they ought to, but sometimes they don't. It's out of our hands. We don't get to make the world the goddesses put us in. Just what we do in it. Maybe I don't bow to the guards in my Hyrule, Cub, but I don't hate them either. They were men. Just that. I was wrong to hate them for something out of their control.”

Twilight really is as subtle as a goat's kick to the nuts.

Maybe it's his turn. Like a bomb in a shrine. Go off once, and watch the whole thing crumble.

“There was a Lon Lon Ranch in my Hyrule...” he starts, slow, with a sob building deep in his chest, “I found the ruins. You could make a beeline from it to Castle Town. But... it was overrun by guardians.”

The wood under him feels hot. Feels like it's burning, like it'll collapse any second now as a reminder that even when his fellow heroes build themselves a life, he'll be right there around the corner to ruin it all.

“It just... we're here now, and there are plenty of ruins in my era, but I never... I never met the owners, but Malon's so kind to us, and the Old Man trusts me, and I can't bear thinking of their disappointment when they learn-”

“Cub, if your next sentence includes any variation of the word 'failure', I will shove you off this roof.”

Wild blinks. His words peter out. He sees the absolute seriousness of Twilight's threat. Then, confidently, “You wouldn't. I could be injured.”

Twilight's glare goes deadpan. “I will shove you off that side” – he points to the other side of the roof – “where we shoveled the cow manure. It won't hurt. Even if you land head first.”

That threat is a great deal more plausible.

There is silence, some variation that hints at the snores of the cows and horses in the barn below, that suggests the song of crickets and buzzing fairies by the grass, the stern, patient glare that only grows sharper every second it lasts.

Then, slowly, Wild scoots away from his big brother.

“Wild!” Twilight harshly calls.

“I'm sorry!” Wild yelps, taking off and running around the chimney to put something between them.

“Don't apologize! It wasn't your fault!”

They circle the chimney, feinting left and right.

“I was the Chosen Hero! I trained for the Calamity my entire life!”

“You had an entire country's worth of people helping! How can it be your fault alone? They dug those machines up, they armed themselves with weapons that Ganon had already faced! None of your people saw it coming, but you still fought to your death, even after everyone else had passed! Why is it your fault?!”

“Then why did everyone blame me?” he breaks, and he feels the low, background pain suddenly rush at the front of his mind. Every little sneer, every snide comment, every moment he pulled down his hood just to avoid recognition...

“They were wrong! All of them! The whole fucking country!” Twilight growls back. “They put Hyrule's destruction on your hands, when it was Ganon. Half of them weren't even alive when it happened. They had no right to blame you! If they wanted the world to be better, they should have made it better themselves! And if they couldn't, they didn't have the right to blame the only person that was still trying!”

His knees shake. He needs to grab onto the chimney's edge to stay upright. The want in his heart hurt so much. He feels his whole being lean into Twilight's words, scream at him to believe, to push past the memories and remember only the good, the smiling greetings, the cheers, the wedding, the sight of Zelda finally, finally freed from her battle to protect Hyrule. “Twilight,” he croaks. “Why didn't you... why did you stay? You knew... I'd died. I was a clueless, directionless, scattered-brain idiot! I'd done nothing to be worth your help. I was just like that guard. Why didn't you… Why don't you hate me?”

The hand that grabs his wrist closes with a steel grip. The shock jumbles his self-loathing enough that he glances up, and meets the fiercest blue he's ever seen. “Look me in the eyes and say you think I can hate you.”

It's like getting sucker punched. All the air in his lungs leave. Even though his panicked, overworking brain screams that yes, yes he could, hadn't he just told him all about him hating the failure of Hyrule's army? But he can't levy that knowledge against everything he knows now. He can't even make it counterweight the idea that, maybe, being steady now meant he found his balance before. It's all meaningless noise in the end. Wild just needs one look at Twilight, and even his worst insecurities relent.

“It's different! You're you,” he says, helplessly gesturing to all of Twilight. Like that's supposed to explain everything. “And-”

“And Time's Time,” Twilight completes. “Malon's Malon. Need I go on?”

“It's not the same!”

“Fine!”

Twilight gives him The Look. Not his imitation of Time's disappointed Look. But his patented I-will-outstubborn-you-and-the-goddesses-themselves Look. Wild is intimately aware that none of his companions have seen it as frequently as him. They haven't learned to fear it yet even though they should. They really, really should.

(Twi wrestles goats taller than him for fun. He wrestles gorons for fun. Wild himself knows better than to try that stunt after Daruk! Twi's insane and no one else has noticed!)

Teeth grind together, and there's the bitten out words that push him off balance.

“There is no Lon Lon Ranch in my Hyrule. Is that my fault? Should I get down on my knees before the Old Man and beg for forgiveness?”

Wild's reply dies in his throat, a strangled croak.

That can't be right.

He knows that Twilight's before him and after Time. Twilight's said so, the records existed about both of them, the order they were in, and Twilight so obviously knew the Old Man before this started...

But... Twilight had never mentioned the Lon Lon Ranch before. Part of him had been assuming... Except, no, it's always been about Ordon, the province of Hyrule from which he hails, the farmer village and the ranch on which he herds his precious, dumbass goats.

There's no Ordon either, Wild realizes with a strangle grasp of guilt. What part of his predecessors did he not ruin?

A hand cuffs the back of his head, and the shock of pain is just enough to get him to stick his tongue out. Twilight, in response, raises an eyebrow like he can read his thoughts. He probably can though, given how much practice he has.

“Ordon's gone by the time of your era, Cub. Renamed and probably rebuilt differently. I wouldn't recognize it if I walked the land myself. Don't try and shoulder that.”

But what else is he supposed to do about it?

“Let it be.”

But the lost-

Twilight hooks an arm around Wild's neck, and pulls him close. “Don't try to hold on to long gone dreams. Not everything's meant to last forever, Cub.”

Wild averts his gaze, who is suddenly so heavy he can only look down. Can only blink away the beginning of tears. He knows. He knows that nothing lasts forever, even this quest, but... why can't anyone stay a little while longer?

Twilight's voice softens, low and rumbling like Wolfie's noises. “We'll have to go our own way. We ain't nobodies. We're the Heroes of Courage. There's always gonna be someone in need of us in our own times. But you won't be alone. There's your Zelda, and your new Champions. Sidon'd love to cheer you up. And Farore knows Yunobo would need your delicate touch to get him out of his shell.”

He lets out a watery laugh. “Did I tell you about that time Zelda asked him to test a new model of cannons?”

Twi snorts, and the two of them manage to sit back down, lean against the chimney. His thoughts drift away from the memories of the ruined ranch, when time passes them by and a shooting star twinkles above.

“Farore's tear,” Twi points, “say a prayer.”

Wild indulges, though it goes toward Hylia. Quickly enough, he opens his eyes again, and shoots his big lump of a brother a look. “What will you do? Once we defeat whoever's behind our warping?”

“Well, probably try and avoid Zelda,” he says, sheepish, one finger scratching his cheek.

His bafflement is written all over his face, Wild knows, but he still needs to ask, in the flattest voice possible, “What?”

“My Queen and I ain't... It's more of a knightly what's it called. Fancy would know. Ah, whatever, call it what it is: respect, trust. And I know she will insist on a report. She's no fool, that one. Knows I wouldn't go off gallivanting for weeks and months on end for no reason. And she's not fond of being left in the dark. But I'll be darned if I ain't making a bee line for Ordon once this is over. I... I want to hug Colin, share an ale with Rusl and Uli, learn which of Lumi's firsts I missed, which I'll have to make up for the little lass.”

Lumi, Twilight's youngest adopted sibling. Few years old. Probably spoiled rotten the way Twi talks about her. In his mind, he pictures... a little brunette, tugging at Twilight's legs to be spun around and get piggyback rides. Maybe picking even a small stick, to play fight like her giant brother.

And Twilight would turn around, to ask Warriors to help train their little fighter and... blink at nothing. Shrug. That's what Wild's afraid of. The day he'll wake up and find he only needs to make breakfast for one instead of nine. That the others will move on and he will have to build yet another place for himself.

He hums, not wanting his voice to betray him.

“Home's where you make it, Cub.” Gentle fingers brush Wild's hair. He melts into the touch. “Sounds hypocritical when I'm the one who's always had a stable place, but even on my journey, especially near the end, I was home too. Home was a campfire and a princess with wits sharper than my sword and hair shifting like flames. It was the quiet of a cold night in the desert with lizards roasting over crackling embers. Back then, I was as happy as a goat in pasture. It never felt like it would end.”

A haunted shadow passes in Twilight's gaze.

“But it did,” he whispers. “It did, and now we're here, a new adventure, a new home for us.”

Wild hates the pain in his brother's voice. Hates that he sees his own hurt reflected, and a selfish part of him is even glad. It feels like love, this understanding. “I'll miss you,” he says, the only thing that can convey just how much he dreads the future.

“And I'll miss you too, you wild cub. No matter what insane scheme you cook up in that brain of yours, I'll miss every second of it.” Then he pulls back. “Also, don't be daft, you paid nearly five thousand rupees for that house in Hateno and chopped I don't know how many trees, you ain't just throwing that away on a whim, Cub. Sell it if you want to move.”

The non-sequitur throws him off. “I'm not!” Wild stammers, blushing. “Bolson would freak if I let it go to ruin a second time! And I still have to show Zelda around the place too.” The snicker makes him look down, grumble. “Mother cucco.”

“Good,” – the hand is rougher, no less affectionate, when it scrambles his fringe – “some sense at long last! There's hope for the future!”

Hope. Maybe Twi's not just a stupid farmer hunk. Maybe he should give that a try.

Wild's grin is a small, hopeful thing. “Who knows? Maybe we'll get to go on a third adventure together.”

He's heard a few curses about the goddesses from the others before, but he knows Hylia can't be too cruel if she sent Twilight his way. He'll never admit it in front of witnesses, but, at the very beginning, he needed someone to watch over him. Though, Wild thinks with a bit of irritation, only at the beginning. He learns quickly. And it was mostly... the loneliness afterward.

Twilight sighs, wistful and despairing, and teasing. “That'd be something. More months of babysitting.”

Wild, despite himself, rises to the bait. “Excuse me. Which one of us attracted the wrong attention and got chased through Hyrule Fields?”

Instead of the sheepish, boyish grimace Wild was expecting, Twilight's mouth split open in a wide shit-eating grin. “You were overthinking it.”

“O-overthinking...? Wait. You did that on purpose?! There were three guardians! We nearly died!”

“Nearly never counts, young hero.”

“I broke twelve weapons!”

“You were overburdened. It would have slowed you down.” Twilight waits the right amount of heartbeat in incredulous silence, then adds: “Also, you had spent twenty minutes trying to decide whether or not you should replace your broadsword with that flaming flamberge. After that fight, you had plenty of space in your inventory. No need to hunt some Farore-damned koroks.”

Wild stares, his jaw hanging. The world just backflipped and landed flat on its face. Twilight... he what?!

“Hylia, I changed my mind. Don't reunite us past this. He'd lead me to my death.”

Twilight eventually recovers from his bellows of laughter. But the grin that remains has an edge of fangs to it, something impish that reminds him of Time's cryptic comments and Wind's mischief. “I would not. But in the event that we do die an inglorious death, the others will assume it was your fault anyway.”

Wild sputters. “W-what? No, I'd describe in excruciating details how you, big lump of a wolf, just ran straight at monsters with no plan!”

“Who would they believe between us? The wild, mannerless pyromaniac that's constantly pulling death defying stunts? Or the dutiful, dull farmhand that's always trying to reign him in? Just imagine the scene.”

Wild does. The image comes to him unbidden, of some sort of white featureless plain full of fog and the spirits of his brothers-in-arms, where they both just materialize there, singed by the fatal explosion of some guardian's laser.

He wouldn't even get a chance to speak.

They'd all just send him various flat looks and pat Twilight on the back, calling it a good run. It was bound to happen eventually. And Twilight, the ass, would soak it all up as if it was earned and not his plan in the first place!

He needs to sit down. “Holy shit, you're worse than Ganon.”

Twilight offers him a bottle of Lon Lon milk. Likely poisoned, he thinks, after that revelation. He sips some of it anyway. It's good milk.

“Wild, you can't even fathom the depths of my mercy.”

See, someone who could make 'mercy' sound ominous had no right to complain about being called evil.

“You're scaring me.”

Twilight's legs swing over the edges of the rooftop. “Good, because it seems you haven't realized how much blackmail I sit on. Months, Cub. Months and months of travels with no one to tell you no. Every embarrassing thing you've ever done, I was a witness to.”

It's probably a bit sad that Wild can't even narrow it down to a handful of incidents.

“But I haven't destroyed you yet, Cub.”

Wild fights the full body shiver that crawls down his spine. “Don't think I won't bring you down with me! I have pictures! Ah! Who will they believe now?”

“Me,” Twilight replies flatly.

He hates that this one simple word deflates his hard-earned comeback. “I hate you so much, Twi.”

“Aw, I love you too, little brother.” The arm that hooks around his neck is none too gentle. “So stop jumping over fucking lava!”

“No, I'm a free spirit! And I won't listen to your evil whispers anymore!”

With practiced ease, Wild ducks under the moblin arm trying to strangle him and slips by the edge of the rooftop. A kick pushes him forward, and he backflips just to strut over Twilight's lumbersome build, and lands in the pile of hay. Twilight has barely the time to shoot a warning 'Oy! Get back here!' that Wild sprints away into the darkness. The tearing, blockish sound of Twilight's teleportation rings behind him, and he doubles his speed. Dumb wolves can't climb over the fences or the cliffsides that surround the ranch.

He's halfway around the track when he realizes that his chest no longer pangs with the echoes of guilt. And the first thought that comes to mind is 'that conniving goat-lover!'

***

Three days later, after a trek through Sky's forests, Four is the one that speaks the thing that's on all their mind.

“So... anyone else is wondering why Wild is so unusually well-behaved?” he says once Wild is out of earshot, having left with Sky to wash down dishes in a nearby stream.

Wind nods heavily as others voice their assent. Hyrule, in particular, looks a little put off since being told 'no' to exploring the region yesterday. The fact that it had been said through gritted teeth had confused him a little, but he hadn't managed to find out the reason. Wild had just asked the others to witness how he was being a 'respectable hero that follows rules, remember that'.

Legend and Warriors, though, don't seem too concerned. Counting their good fortune maybe. They do, however, make a bet about it. “Better that than moping around,” Legend snarks.

“Don't be mean,” Hyrule says, chastising. “Though I guess I'm glad he's feeling better.”

Time, wordlessly, glances at Twilight, who may or may not be staying in the background, leaning against a tree with the face of a wolf left alone to watch over three defenseless and tasty lambs. The expression does not waver at his mentor's silent question. Far from it.

“Spite, reverse psychology and some long term planning,” Twilight drawls.

That sends a shiver down their spine.

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Antlion and Seung

A oneshot I started like a year ago and finished the other day. it is the meeting of two of my OCs, Antlion and Seung. Just something short, simple and fun... I may rework it and turn it into its own series!

XXX

"Alright, Bonk, let's get out of here. I think we've got about all we can carry." Auburn hair tied into twin tails with string fluttered in the spring breeze as a stout woman screwed the cap back on the last of the many canteens hanging from the belt at her waist, slipping a morel mushroom into the straps on her back. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the hem of her dress, squinting at the fading sun. "Plus it's getting late. Owls will be out." Each movement--down to the most minute--efficient, sure and almost mechanical. A round toad, pale white and studded with cheerfully ruddy warts, stared back at her with scarlet eyes. He stood about an inch or two taller than his possibly human companion--well, if you didn't count her absolutely diminutive stature or slitted eyes, along with a few other uncanny features. Bonk cocked his head, looking concerned and almost as uncanny as the girl with his wide mouth and unwavering stare. His throat swelled with a chirp of warning, but the tiny woman was preoccupied with situating the plump morel among her gear. "This'll be some great eating! Mix it up with some roasted crickets back at the hollow and we'll definitely be good to hole up for a coup--" The ground rumbled with the slightest of vibrations, but silence hung heavy in the air--with even the cicada choir gone quiet, that definitely meant there was some sneaky predator around. "Bonk, go!" Without a second thought, the tiny lady swung atop her warty steed, grasping onto his parotid glands for purchase. The albino toad lurched forward with a mighty hop, abandoning their puddle of rainwater and shooting toward the trail leading to their burrow in the gnarled roots of an old oak... ...And slammed straight into an open palm. "Hm. I'm sorry." The voice that rumbled above them was thoughtful, quiet, calculating. And yet no less terrifying. A human this far in the woods couldn't mean anything good. Bonk fell backwards, chirping desperately as he sprung up to cover his friend with his heavy-set body, flattening down on top of her. Terrified, she pressed her face into the soft bumpy skin of his belly, mind rushing to think of the old Nature Queens her mother had taught her about when she was young. Something to pray to. To cry to. And quite possibly to curse at. She had never once been this foolish and oblivious before, but she had just been so tired and hungry... She and Bonk both had lost so much weight during the barren winter, but she thought with the recent rain their luck was changing at last. She got too excited, a rookie mistake when out foraging. "Stupid..." She grit her teeth together, willing her tears away as she felt Bonk's rapid heartbeat thrum against her face. "An albino--how rare and pretty." The once-before dreary voice now seemed to hold a bit of sparkle. "Let me get a good look at you...you're a big guy for being so bright out here. Figured you would have been eaten by now. Lucky one." Long fingers gently curled around Bonk's abdomen, lifting the little toad right on up despite his now outraged wriggling. "Piss rocket, Bonk! Piss on him!" The girl grit between her teeth. She knew the human would see her any second now--and once he did, it was all over. Bonk began to squirm wildly, spraying a certain kind of liquid artillery as his tiny feet grasped for his friend's hands. His red eyes shone with terror, the woman's own black eyes reflecting pure rage. The human lifted Bonk completely into the air after getting a firm grasp on his back legs, turning the amphibian with a sure hand to face their visage head-on. The tiny woman finally got a good look at them--tall and rail thin, pale eyes and hair brushed away from their brow and tied in a high ponytail. Everything about them seemed pointed and grim, fragile like glass, a stark contrast to both the woman and Bonk's soft, rounded and much sturdier looking shapes. "Such bright colors." The human mused, flipping Bonk over to inspect his belly. "I just can't get over it. How did such a garish little thing like you survive so long?" The woman eyed a strange contraption hanging around the human's neck, a circular lens catching the last of the fading sun. Bonk smacked the human with his front feet and swelled his throat, all out of pee and struggling to escape. I can't let this go on, The woman thought. Who cares about the elf courts? The rules? No one's here to listen in now. No nobles have ever helped me, and I refuse to let a damn thing happen to Bonk! The tiny lass, no more than a few inches tall, whisked her blade from the strap at her hip--be it but a sewing needle, she knew it could still draw blood if neccessary. She slipped the morel from her back to use as a, uh... Club? Shield? She wasn't quite sure at this point, vision going red with rage and brain dizzy with fear. He's all I have left. "Put him down!" She cried at the top of her little lungs. "Or else my Deathweaver will have a taste of you, human!" The human seemed to startle for a moment, flinching inward and glancing around almost sheepishly. Then their gaze flicked down, jaw going slack. I'm all he has. Anything but leaving him behind, She reminded herself as her blood turned to ice. She tried to imagine herself as a human would--being tiny was shocking enough she was sure, but her long ears, mottled white and tan skin, black spots, slitted eyes, whip tail and her hands covered in setae? She had seen how humans reacted before... Knowing some kind of earth magic would be great right about now... Anything more than a knitting needle to keep from getting stepped on. Oh, how she wished she had been as talented as the rest of her family! "...You look like a House Gecko. Mediterranean." The human blinked. "But a person. At the same time. Huh." She blinked back, then sneered. "I am Antlion." The woman gripped her needle, growling. "And you will unhand my friend at once!" She was shaking uncontrollably. The human continued to stare, Bonk himself going still and cocking his head as if confused by the sudden stand-off. "Well, I'm Seung." The human said, plainly. "I need to get a look at you." "Excuse me?! I'll poke out your--" Her war cry became a squeal when the human reached forward with his free hand. She rolled out of the way--just how Honey-Lavender taught me--but it still wasn't enough. The human's fingers caught the strap across her back, lifting her right off the ground. Antlion snarled, kicking her legs and thrusting her needle upwards. She laughed when it raced across the human's palm, making them wince. "Bring me to your face, Seung!" She hissed out mockingly. "Let's see you look at me with no eyes!" Seung's lips twisted in a wry smile. "What a shame that would be." "Eeugh?" Antlion felt heat rise to her cheeks before baring her teeth. "Let my friend go or your nose is mine!" She pointed the needle right at their face, wincing inwardly when she noticed something more along the lines of a paper cut rather than the grievous wound she had been aiming for on her foe's wrist. "You've got attitude. Usually house geckos are runners. How interesting. You do have the markings though. Does your tail drop?" Antlion stared straight forward, her black and silver eyes locked into his own. The clear blue of a frozen lake. An early morning sky before frost. Delicate as glass. She burned. She'd do anything to melt that ice into nothing. The little woman cursed her diminutive size. "Hm. I could see why you'd be frustrated." They seemed to snap out of a fog. "I guess that was rude. I've just never seen anything like you. And your companion is an albino american toad? With your...aggression, I suppose I know how he's survived so long despite his color." Bonk croaked indignantly. Antlion's eyes narrowed, her sword arm unwavering. "We grew up together, I raised him from a tadpole. I'd do anything to keep him safe--even slay a giant like you." "There's no need for any slaying." Seung said dryly, the edge of their mouth curling into something like a smile. "Let me prove it to you." Carefully, they lowered both of their hands to the earth, placing each of his tiny charges back on the ground. "There." Antlion's heart was in her throat, even as Bonk pressed his face into her shoulders, his body loose with relief. "What are you doing, human?" "I would just like to talk. Ask some questions." Seung said delicately. "I'm studying herpetology right now, and I'm the president of the photography club. The only member of it, actually." "I do not know what your silly words mean." Antlion's eyes became angry slits, the human's shadow encompassing her. "That's okay, we'll get there." Seung nodded, as if this were all completely natural to them. "What do you mean?" Antlion demanded, eying them warily as she sheathed her Deathweaver. "We are friends now, are we not? I have a bit of cheese and crackers I'm willing to spare. Let us sit and talk awhile." The little gecko woman blinked. This human was...different. Intriguing and unflinching. She held tight to her anger. Anger kept you safe. But it had been so very long since she had cheese... So even though she was breaking about thirty seven different laws...in their shadow they remained. "I will speak in exchange for cheese." Antlion huffed. "But we are not friends. You giants are my enemy!" Seung smirked softly, reaching into their bag for the snacks. "Of course. So, why don't we start with what in the world you are, then?" Antlion sucked in a deep breath. Bonk nudged her arm, looking just as curious and hungry as she did. She had been lonely for such a long time. Quiet for even longer. And this human...odd as they were, they were also kind. Gentle. Even after she had threatened and spit and spat at them. Perhaps they could be useful to a beast elf like her. After all, there were no law keepers to punish her for simply...using the resources around her, now was there? So she let go for the first time in many years, and began to speak.

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RWBY V8 CH12 Initial Thoughts:

Yes yes I'm late watching the new episode don't look at me. Also @tumblezwei thank you thank you for showing me how to put the read more bit on posts, I can finally put it to good use.

Figured I might as well do a reaction/initial thoughts to this episode since I haven't done that in a while, so here goes:

- Man Ironwood is just. Super overcompensating with his Gun-gun.

"You've done the right thing."

"I have. Feels weird"

-I'M SORRY THAT WAS THE BEST LINE OF THE EPISODE HANDS DOWN. Just. The sass. The growth. Kicking Ironwood in the face while cuffed (does she have experience doing that? Fighting while arrested? It kinda looked similar to Mercury's fighting style too.) EMERALD I LOVE YOU.

- Ngl I feel extremely satisfied that we can finally FINALLY put the "Winter is Totally Going To Be A Villain" theory to bed after this episode. Not that I didn't used to see the appeal of it myself, but v8 made it increasingly clear that wasn't where her arc was headed. Also Schneebling reunion on the horizon? Pretty please???

- *Sees Oscar riding on the Chimera summon with Winter*

*Remembers Oscar riding with Yang on the hoverbike in episode 2*

My Snowpines/Rosegarden shipping ass: Gee Oscar, how come you get TWO big sister-in-laws?

- Small thing but it's always nice to see team ALPN fighting together. I know a few Oscar fans were freaking out about Penny potentially replacing Oscar as their teammate, but like I thought that wasn't really something to worry about. *gently bonks Oscar fanbase* Sillies.

- I'm a little suprised given how Ironwood is the Big Bad of the Atlas arc how quickly he went down, without much dramatic flair or further esculation, but I am so glad Winter got that last awesome shot on him. (and that Oscar managed to get a few jabs in too) And like. He's still alive in jail. So who the hell knows what we're gonna do with him now. Take him to Vacuo along with Jaques apparently. I'm sure that'll go greeeeaaat.

- Ambrosius... after a quick google search the name apparently means "Divine" or "Immortal" in Greek. Hm. Unlike Jinn, not a specific reference to a mythical being, at least not in name, but I'm sure people are already theorizing on that front better than I could. Similar blue/gold design too. So maybe they're all Djinns in a sense, since they grant your desires, but split into four focusing on a specific kind of desire? That works. Anyways, super fun character and I hope they make more use of him. Like, because I wanna see more of his personality and also Oh my Gosh the Things You Can Do With His Powers are Basically Limitless as long as you're smart about it (hint hint get the CCT active around Remnant but Better)

- And gosh were our girls smart. Weiss working with Whitley to get the schematics and coordinates for the exact points of evacuation that they had originally planned out for their ships to create portals to the Vault/Central Zone (?) to Vacuo, Ruby puting in careful thought and wording about creating a copy of Penny with the existing robot parts from her to let the girl who was always there underneath remain and leaving the copy with the virus to self destruct, with Penny's designs for reference, they absolutely did their homework. Of course there was the risk of if Penny could exist without that physical form, but of course they all believed in her.

- Self destructing Not!Penny crawling towards the real Penny is super creepy and hopefully something she doesn't have nightmares about

- Of course the first thing Penny does when she realises she's a Real Girl is hug everyone so she can experience the joy of Real Normal Warm Hugs.

"Are hugs always this warm?"

"Yes, Penny"

"Woooow"

-MY HEART. No actually back up, back up, the Nuts and Dolts shipper in me is singing rn, because all the times Penny has been hugged by Ruby this volume and only now is she actually able to actually feel that hug. Like, the sentiment and emotional support of it was always there and obviously appreciated by her before, but like. Now she can FEEL it.

- I'm super happy for Penny and seeing her back to her cheerful adorable self is Delightful, but at the same time I'm now really worried for her too. She doesn't have to worry about the virus anymore, now she's a regular meat person, but here's the thing. She's a regular meat person. No more rocket boots. No more lasers. No more in built swords attached to her body with strings. No more resistance to harsher elements. No more night vision. Obviously she's still the Winter Maiden, so she's still a force to be reckoned with, and she has RWBY with her, but she's still a rookie maiden that is massively vulnerable right now. She's vulnerable in her new human form to anyone coming after her. And like. Things just feel like they're going too smoothly...

- Speaking of, hello hello my ominous darling Cinder. Just like last volume, when things seem to be going too smoothly, there you are. So Watts cut off Jaune's broadcast and all other communications in the kingdom, and I'm guessing Cinder's jumping in those portal spaces with Neo to come after Ruby and Penny? That along with the "Do Not Fall" warning seems... yeah something's gonna go terribly wrong by the end of this volume. Salem, Ironwood, Mantle, Penny... All these loose ends are just being dealt with so quickly and neatly for me to be fully comfortable.

- tfw you've read Before the Dawn and know that Vacuo was already struggling with refugees coming in since Atlas had closed its borders, Vale was overrun with Grimm, and Mistral had its defences spread thin already being the widest reaching kingdom, along with Leo, Hazel and Tyrian denting it even further in offing all the huntsman and huntresses, and Vacuo's people are already pretty stingy with outsiders, and if there are thousands coming from the kingdom that closed it's borders and ordered an dust embargo... oh boi the Vacuo arc is gonna be a doozy.

- I know it's probably too close to Atlas and therefore Salem, and we need a convenient way to segue into the Vacuo arc, but couldn't Argus have been an option for the portal evacuation? At least, as well as Vacuo?

- OH FUCK YEAH I FORGOT THEY MENTIONED THE WRITERS SAID V9 WAS GONNA BE A DETOUR AND WASN'T JUST GOING TO BE JUMPING STRAIGHT TO VACUO. So like. Are they gonna get lost in a void of time and space? Are they going to jump through time by accident? Or just in space? Both? If you fall do you just end up randomly in the middle of the desert, far from Vacuo? And v9 is just going to be RWBY trekking through the desert? Similar to v6 after the train crash? So many questions.

-Hmm. Torn between Cinder going after Penny/Ruby with Neo in the vault space, or potentially being confronted by ALPN+Emerald... JNR+Emerald seems more narratively fitting, but Neo seems deadset on her and Cinder killing to Ruby...

- I wonder if Qrow is gonna confront Ironwood while he's in jail... Role reversal of the start of the volume. Or maybe he's just going to consider it worth his time.

-Taking all the established Atlas characters right with us into the Vacuo arc seems like it's going to be... A Lot. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if team RWBY really did end up jumping in time in V9 to fast forward on the two city populations integrating with one another, like maybe by a few months? Idk I'm just spitballing. Initial thoughts and all.

- Last point but the hooded cowl is such a great look on Cinder. Love it.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #cinder fall #penny polendina #rwby8 #weiss schnee #james ironwood #emerald sustrai #winter schnee #before the dawn #rwby9 #oscar pine #neopolitan #also the marrow/winter interactions were pretty cute and I lowkey ship them #rwby thoughts

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No Doubt in Us

Chapter Thirteen - Don't Cry *written section below*

Fiance!Haknyeon x Fem!reader

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Synopsis: Life is great, you have your dream job, you finally got your first big break, and you are now engaged to the love of your life. Happier than you’ve ever been, you live life one day at a time. Then one day a terrible accident happens leaving you in a coma. Where you finally awake, everything is not as you remember. Amnesia takes away 3 years of your memory, forgetting your beloved Fiance. Faced with a reality that seems unreal, as your mind is stuck in a past with uncomfortable memories, your future with him is uncertain.

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To your surprise, Sunwoo seemed a lot nicer in person than how presents himself in chat. Eric was just as nice but had some mischief to him. Eric had ordered in and the four of you had eaten together. Getting comfortable with the two of them didn’t seem that as hard as you thought it would be. Just like in their old videos you watched where you feature in you seemed to have good friendship chemistry with both of them.

Sunwoo had brought a few video ideas to the table for you and Haknyeon to chose from. He even said if none of these were good we didn’t have to film anything. You and Haknyeon decided what you were comfortable with. You and Haknyeon picked the idea that you were both curious about. ‘Can you find your partner by touching?’

“Really? I didn’t think either of you would pick this one,” Eric says.

“Okay before we decide for real let me explain it, so you both know what you’re getting into,” Sunwoo says, and you and Haknyeon nod. “So you will be blindfolded and in random order, Haknyeon, Eric, and I will each have a round of skinship with you, then you have to determine which one of us is Haknyeon using only your hands. The skinship will consist of holding hands, hugging, touch the cheeks, lips, nose, and hair. Say anything mean or rude while evaluating, you get a penalty bonk. Sound Okay?”

As sunwoo looks between his friends waiting for their decision, you and Haknyeon look at each other and nod consenting to the game. You both give Sunwoo the okay and the setup for the video begins.

“You think you’ll be able to find me?” Haknyeon asks curiously about your thoughts.

“I think I’ll be fine, but please don’t get mad at me if I get anything wrong.”

“However you do I won't be mad, but I can't promise I won't be a little upset if you get them all wrong.” He says in all honesty.

“Alright love birds, we need to film the intro first. So our fans have been wondering where you two have been. Sunwoo and I Haven’t said anything, you can address it or not, whatever you are comfortable with.”

“Maybe another time.” Your situation isn’t even something you shared with your own audience. Maybe one day you would, that would be something you would talk to Haknyeon about.

“Cool, just sit down on the chair and hold this for now and attach this lav mic to your shirt and turn it on. We are going to change into this real quick.” Sunwoo hands you a silly-looking sleeping mask and lav mic, you sit down waiting for their return. The boys come back with black shirts on, miked up and any styling they did with their hair was brushed down flat. Haknyeon stands behind you and Sunwoo stands next to him.

“I’m turning on the cameras,” you suddenly feel a lot more nervous hearing Eric’s words. Noticing how you tensed Haknyeon put a hand on your back, you look to him, and he mouths, ‘You okay.’ Relaxing your shoulders you smile at him, mouthing, ’I’m good.’ After turning the cameras on Eric stans on your other side looking to Sunwoo to start.

“Alright, On three. One, two, three,” Sunwoo looks to the camera, and just like he and Eric have done many times before, they start the intro off at the same time.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD day everyone and welcome back to today’s video!”

“You already know, but if you don’t. I’m Sunwoo.”

“And I’m Eric.”

“And these two right here are our very special guests and friends, Haknyeon and Y/N!”

“Today we are playing a game. Y/N will be blindfolded and see if she can find her boyfriend, Haknyeon, between the three of us through skinship. How do you think you’ll do?” You turn to Eric.

“I’m a little nervous, but I shouldn’t do too bad.”

“Well let's put you to the test to see if your words hold true. We’ll come to you one by one and when you’re done examining, just say, “next”.” You nod at Sunwoo’s words. “Now put on the mask and stick your hand please then we will begin!” Doing as he says you put on the mask and raise your hand up.

Only the shuffling of feet could be heard. First up was Eric and he raised his hand to the camera wiggling his fingers. He then walks up to you and places his hand against yours.

“Can I use both of my hands?” Eric writes yes on your hand so you use both to examine the hand. Eric has to hold back from laughing at the ticklish sensation. “It does feel very similar, but it’s a little wider than Haknyeon’s hand, I think? Next.”

Letting go of his hand you keep yours up waiting for the next one. The next, which was Haknyeon’s hand felt almost the same as the last. There were only small differences that you noticed, “The fingers are a little shorter than the last hand and it’s very warm like Haknyeon’s. This is harder and I thought. Next.”

Sunwoo going last was very different compared to the other two. “This hand definitely isn’t Haknyeon. It’s like a baby’s hand.” Sunwoo was shocked by your answer and felt a little offended. When he turned around he could see Eric and Haknyeon covering their mouths holding in the laughs.

He picked up the toy mallet from the small table next to you and hit your head. “Oh, I was going to say it’s really soft!” You drop the hand with a pout feeling wronged. Sunwoo put the toy down and walked back to the boys.

“Alright, keep the mask on. Now you’ve felt the three hands, which do you think is Haknyeon’s? One, two, or three?” Eric says.

“Hmm, I think two. I can’t get over how warm it was. Haknyeon’s hands are usually very warm.”

“Okay number two will step out in front of you and when they tap you, you can remove the mask and see if you were right or wrong. Number two please step out.” Haknyeon steps out feeling happy that you got it right and gives a thumbs up to the camera in passing. He taps you gently and you felt a little nervous hoping you didn’t get the first one wrong. Thankfully with your vision returned the site of Haknyeon greeted you and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness. I don’t know what I would do if I got this one wrong.”

“You did well.” He grabbed your hand and you felt that familiar warmth again.

“Don’t celebrate just yet. That was an easy one. The next one is harder. Mask back on!” Sunwoo yells like he is waiting for you to fail.

“Okay let’s get going then.” You put your mask back on and the process continues and again there was one that stood out in comparison two the other two. “Sunwoo is the second one for sure, his bottom lip is very plump. The first and third are a little harder to guess, even though they don’t feel alike. The image I have in my head is different from what I’m feeling.”

Eric and Haknyeon feel the shape of their own lip, while Sunwoo puckers his lips at the camera showing off his asset.

“Well, there can only be one. Choose wisely.”

“Ugh…. One?”

“Alright, number one step up.” The boy taps you and you take off the mask and you see Eric making a peace sign with a duck face. Shocked you whip around seeing Haknyeon trying to not look sad. Sunwoo and Eric start laughing at your screw-up.

“Haknyeon, I swear it’s harder than it looks! Please don’t be sad.”

“That’s okay, this just means we don’t kiss nearly enough. That can be fixed tonight.”

“Haknyeon!”

“Hey keep it pg-13. Y’all trying to get us demonetized?” Eric reprimands.

“Okay Okay moving on. Next, we are doing hair. Some of you were probably wondering why the three of us look like coconut heads right now. Cause it would be too easy to guess based on how we styled our hair.” Sunwoo smoothly moves the conversation back to normal.

“You just want me to fail don’t you.”

“You’re right. It makes for great content.”

“You’re terrible.” you put the mask back on and raise your hands a bit higher so they don’t have to bend as much. The game starts again and to your dismay, you got another one wrong. This time though it was sunwoo who stood in front of you, stanced up in the fuck boy pose. You cover your face feeling terrible.

“That’s two out of three wrong. Things aren’t looking too good right now.”

In your defense, the two of you had only been truly intimate for two weeks. This would have been easy peasy if you had your memories of him. The old you would have had all these small physical details about him etched into your brain.

“It’s just hair, ours isn’t that different anyway,” Haknyeon says, coming to your defense.

“But you’re a little salty right?” Eric laughs.

“Shut up.” You noted how Haknyeon didn’t exactly deny it.

“I will get the next one right!” you say determined.

“It’s fine Y/N, don’t let it bother you,” but how could it not bother you when it bothered him. It only bothered you more when got noses wrong as well. It wasn’t that big of a deal in reality, in your head it felt like it though. Sure Haknyeon had just a little hope in his heart that you would do well, but he also knew it was still early in the relationship, recognizing all these small things would come with time. You wouldn’t just suddenly remember the finer details.

“I-” you didn’t want to turn around to see Haknyeon, afraid of the face you would see. Feeling disappointed in yourself you kept your head facing straight ahead but you could see your face distort in the viewfinder so you ended up looking down.

“Y/N, it’s just a game no big deal.”

“You’re bothered by it aren’t you, how is it not a big deal?” Everyone could hear how your voice trembled. Any smile on Sunwoo and Eric’s face immediately dropped. Haknyeon quickly came up to you worried.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me,” you shook your head. Haknyeon gets on his knees to see your face and puts his hand over your tightly clenched one. “Why are you crying, Honey?” His heart broke seeing you like this.

Feeling that warm hand again you unclench your fists and hold his. He raises his other hand to wipe your tears away. Eric signals to Sunwoo to turn off the cameras and they both silently moved around the couple turning off the cameras.

“I like you, so I don’t want to hurt you, but I feel like that all I’m doing right now. If I still had my memories I would do better and you wouldn’t be so disappointed. I’m scared every day that I might be hurting a person I care about because I’m forgetting something and I am, I’m hurting you. If I didn’t lose my memories…”

“Y/N, if you didn’t lose your memories nothing would have changed, and yeah that would be great. But my love didn’t come from you knowing how to tell my features apart from our friends. I love you because of how considerate you are of my feelings, just like right now. Some memories are missing, sure, it made you different from before but you aren’t another person. Everything I love about you is still there.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I love that you are a good listener, how you always try to understand me. I love that I can rely on you, and so many other things. We’re working on us, so even if you can’t remember the past for the rest of your life, we still have right now. A relationship takes time, you can learn all these little things with time again. We can make new memories as long as you want to make them with me.”

His words are a much-needed comfort, letting you know you shouldn’t be so worried about your memories. You squeeze his hand and nod when he asks if you understand. “Good. now there is no need to cry anymore is there?” you shake your head, he stands up and your eyes follow him.

Once more he wipes away your tears. He pulls you into his chest, hugging and petting your head with his free hand. You can hear his heartbeat and it coaxes you into calming down. You aren’t sure how long the two of you stay like, but you are the first to speak after the silence.

“I’m okay now,” you sniffle and he gives you a soft smile. The sound of another sniffle draws your attention. You see Eric who looked like he had just balled his eyes out with a box of tissues.

“Um… tissue?” Eric offers to you. You take one without hesitation.

“Thanks, but why are you crying?” you were confused, what happened when you weren’t looking.

“Because I didn’t realize you felt that way. You seemed fine, but you were struggling. I even laughed when you were really trying hard. I’m sorry for being a bad friend.” Eric wipes his tears with a tissue.

“No, you’re not a bad friend. I was being silly getting emotional so easily.”

“Your feelings aren’t silly.”

“We understand that you don’t have your memories of us and that’s fine. You’re our friend. That’s why we are here doing this. So don’t feel pressured to remember things about us, as Haknyeon said, you can learn those things again,” Sunwoo chimes in.

“Ah, I really do have good friends,” everyone smiles a little at your words. “Oh no! I ruined the video didn’t I?”

“No, we could edit that out, but it’s fine anyway we don’t have to film anymore.”

“I can still do it, I promise.”

“Only if you really want to.”

“I do.”

“Okay, but only after a break, both yours and eric’s eyes are red,” you nod agreeing to Sunwoo’s condition. You and Eric iced your eyes, after a 20-minute break. The two of you were all set to go again. This next round was cheeks the difficulty of this one should be easy. This was something you were more familiar with.

“The third one is Haknyeon’s cheeks. They are very soft and plump.” Just like you thought Haknyeon was the one to stand in front of you this time smiling, making his cheek stick out more.

“Y/N is looking to turn things around now?” Sunwoo says.

“I’m trying.”

“The next round is the last one which might be one of the harder ones. It will be a back hug. Good luck.”

You put the mask back on hear someone from behind come up. When they finally embraced you were hit with a familiar smell. You latched onto the arms that held you, smooth and toned arms, mixed with his scent it was without a doubt Haknyeon.

“Haknyeon, that’s you right?” You can’t see it but he nods. “I know this is him, I don’t need to see the others.” you take off the mask and tilt your head up and Haknyeon is looking down on you. You smile and he kisses your forehead.

“Good job,” you are happy that Haknyeon praised you but also embarrassed that he kissed you in front of the camera.

“How did you guess?” Eric asked shocked by how fast that was.

“It was his smell. He is wearing the cologne I like.”

“That is almost cheating, but I’ll let it slide since that was really cute,” Sunwoo says and then turns to the camera. “Well everyone, that’s all for today’s video. Thank you Haknyeon and Y/N for joining us again.”

“And thank you everyone for watching. Like, subscribe, and all that other good stuff. And always remember Eric-”

“And Sunwoo.”

“Loves you. BYE!” Eric and Sunwoo say at the same time, waving to the camera. Then they stop and go to turn the cameras off.

“And that’s a wrap. So we can chill again if you want,” Eric suggests.

“Sounds good to me,” Everyone else agrees, you spend two more hours at Sunwoo and Eric’s place just conversing before calling it a day and heading home. That night you and Haknyeon lay in bed cuddling together. You think to yourself that you could definitely see yourself falling in love with this man. Maybe you already did, time would tell.

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