#song of this time is cut up everthing everything

[anemonet]

lizzy!!! what

[neon-angels-system]

I'm having a Moment, huh?

[puniflash]

The Fall Guy

This movie has completely taken control over my existence, so here are the little things I love most about it, in no particular order.

The triple meaning of the title.

Colt not just being the fall guy in the sense of the stunt community, but also (almost) taking the fall for Henry's murder, and falling in love with Jody so deeply he'd basically die for her.

This is so cool, and I love the english language for it.

(Also, the little fall guy in the A? Perfection.)

The long shots.

My love for one-ers is just as big as Jody's, I guess.

The opening sequence is just so perfect.

Introducing the main characters, establishing Colt's and Jody's relationship and setting high stakes from the beginning with that stunt gone wrong.

This long shot shows you exactly what kind of movie you're gonna watch, and it's probably one of my favourite opening sequences in a movie ever.

This one is so perfect, too.

Jody trying to come up with answers for everyone, and keeping everything under control amuses me and stresses me out in equal messure.

And talking from the little personal experience I have, this sequence (and the whole movie for that matter) captures the work on set so accurately. It's truly amazing.

Long shots like this take so much time and effort to coordinate, and I just love, and appreciate it so much when movies do that. It's so impressive, and so fun to watch.

The prayer hands emoji.

Tom sending Colt nothing more than a prayer hands emoji because he just doesn't care about his well-being at all.

(I mean, he is in fact responsible for Colt's accident, so it's savage but not surprising.)

And then Colt giving that prick at his valet job the exact gesture because the guy acts like an asshole, and Colt couldn't care less about his crispy fiver.

Gold.

The script credits.

This is genius, and I love everything about it!

When you pause the movie and read everthing, you can see there are actual excerpts from the movie script, just a little modified, to fit the credits.

When I saw this for the first time it totally caught me by surprise, and now it is everything I never knew I needed.

This entire conversation.

Jody asking: "Did you fall?" is so ironic, I wanna scream.

Girl, of course he fell. FOR YOU!

And Colt is so high on whatever kind of drug they spiked his drink with, it's so endlessly funny to me.

Plus the way he just can't stop himself from telling Jody how beautiful she is over and over again, while completely ignoring her concern about his wounds.

Not to mention the extended version of this with that sponge bath discussion.

(Haven't seen the extendet cut yet but saw the scene on YouTube a milion times. I die everytime for multiple reasons.)

I could watch a whole movie of them just having a conversation like this.

Bonus:

Everytime I watch this I end up questioning my sanity, cause I feel like he spontaneously gets me pregnant with whatever it is he does here.

Every. Single. Time.

The way his eyes move from her eyes to her lips?

How Jody didn't just lose her mind, and all ability to breathe right then and there is beyond me.

Split Screen.

Another conversation that is just perfect in it's entirety.

The split screen opening exactly on the middle line of that shelf in the backround is satisfying me in a way that should put me in a mental facility.

Colt and Jody being so in sync and mirroring each other during this whole conversation, even after being apart for like 18 months is so special to me.

Colt knowing her favourite movies?

Their love for each other really is a different kind of epic.

The music matching the movie.

This is pure perfection, and I will never shut up about it.

The bottle equals the promise.

The container is turning around in an uncontrollable spin.

Also:

The Song "Dead Guy On Ice" from the original soundtrack is playing right when Colt says this to Gail on the phone.

Also, also:

"I was made for loving you" being woven into so many songs of the original soundtrack, and returning over and over throughout the whole movie in different ways.

It gives me James Bond vibes, and that just makes my heart smile.

I could go on and on about how much joy this sparks in me, everytime I watch the movie. It never fails to make me smile.

Jean Claude.

Nothing to add here, he's such a bon garçon.

Also, the fact that Colt and Jody just keep him after the happenings of the film, is probably my favourite thing ever.

(And I never knew I needed to hear Ryan Gosling speak french, but apparently it's something my body and soul desired very much.)

The post-it notes.

I am OBSESSED with this. Literally the most relatable thing about Tom Ryder. I love using post-it notes for all kinds of stuff when my brain gets overwhelmed, so this is just too real.

"FIRE MASSUSE"

"PRETEND YOU WENT TO JULLIARD"

"next role: paramedic vampire"

"is it MOMOA or MAMOA"

These are cracking me up so hard, I can't.

The cockroach story.

This seriously isn't talked about enough.

Right when I thought I couldn't fall any deeper for Colt's and Jody's relationship, they hit me with this.

Just imagine Colt on all fours, trying to usher that coakroach out of the room, while Jody just sits on the bed, telling him to get it done because she wants to start their movie night.

The domesticity this story implies is killing me in the best way possible.

You're so uncoordinated.

Another thing we just don't talk about enough is this scene right at the beginning:

This is kinda blurry but he totally bumbs her head on that cabinet behind her, and all she does is laugh it off and tell him he's uncoordinated.

And I just love the thought of Colt being this super profesh stuntman, always double-checking everything to make sure it's safe to do the stunts and roll the cameras, but going back to being so adorably clumsy the second the adrenaline rush wears off.

I will never get over this.

That's my girl.

Colt reacting like this when Gail says "That's my girl." is everything to me.

It's so cute, and you know it's exactly what he thought as well, 'cause he is so freaking proud of Jody. It's just so perfect.

"You blew yourself up!"

Tom telling Colt he's supposed to be dead 'cause he blew himself up, then proceeding to blow himself up is amazing writing, and shows how much thought went into this whole thing.

This movie is so good at foreshadowing itself, and I can't get enough of it.

Bonus:

He gets three bars on his phone, and then there are three explosions errupting.

This is satisfying my brain on another level. I can't even put it into words.

Spicy margaritas

Yet another beautiful conversation, that comes full-circle in the end.

Just casually planning a trip to the beach in the middle of the film production chaos, I love that for them.

(The way Ryan says "spicy margarita" is a beautiful thing, that haunts my dreams in the best way possible.)

In conclusion

I love this movie with all my heart, and I could talk hours and hours about how amazing it is.

There's so much more I love about it, but it's just too much to fit it all in here, so these are just the small things that make it extra special for me.

Honerable mentions go to:

- Dan Tucker, master of movie quotes, and best friend Colt Seavers could ever ask for.

- Colt Seavers' coffee side quest.

- The movie lighting a Ryan Gosling sized fire under my ass, prompting me to forget about life, and get a new obsession.

[disneyswiftpolls]

Vote for Cinderella's song here (closes Thursday, 10/19)

Submit song suggestions for Ariel or any other Disney heroines

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Reasonings for each song option below the cut:

"Daylight" from Lover

A hopeful song that (to quote Taylor) recognizes past damage and pain but shows that it doesn't have to define you. This is Aurora waking up from a nightmare: learning that her entire life had been a lie, thinking she had lost the man she loved, and a pesky little sleeping curse. She can now move on to better and brighter things.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

"Everything Has Changed" from Red (Taylor's Version)

This song is Aurora's first meeting with Phillip. Her life of isolation is changed in one magically romantic afternoon. Although she doesn't know much about Phillip yet, she has butterflies in her stomach and just wants to know him better now.

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed

"Lavender Haze" from Midnights

The dreamlike soundscape of this song fts Aurora very well. The term 'lavender haze' was 1950's slang for a 'honeymoon phase', which is exactly what Aurora is feeling after meeting Phillip. At the end of the film, everthing around the couple fades until they're alone dancing on the clouds. And who could blame Aurora for wanting to stay in the haze for a while after her ordeal? Fun fact: Sleeping Beauty was released in 1959 when this slang would have been in use.

I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

"right where you left me" from evermore

Can't you just imagine Aurora in her room listening to this song on repeat and identifying with it so much? Thinking it's amazing how Taylor Swift could capture what it's like to be stuck in a sleeping spell.

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop Right when I felt the moment stop Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

[alannayakish]

mother fucker

sticks and stones may break my bones but rarely break my heart. important misery important. text me if you can. lie to me if you want. tell me you miss me with terror in your eyes. to be with me to be with us. cute. made. tougher. lovely. fuck me. my eyes are blind. fuck me. my skin is cold. fuck me. my nose turned up. you like me?? my eyes tell stories. you like me?? my fear is loathing. you like me?? my body tight with blood.. you like me?? my soul singing songs of piruty in the air and beauty in the ground.. only if you love me good.. only if you take me scewed.. only if you knew me true?? only if you saw me flew. only if you knew the though of everthing of not just taught the only thing to love you more.. the only thing to miss you more.. lovely lovely lovely liar. the only thing good are the things on fire. i know you miss heart and the harty live scene. i know you miss timing.... i know you miss scream.. i know that life is horrible.. and if you see this it's too late.. thank you for your amenment.. and thank you for a ring? to die with people screwing up.. to die with people dead.. you are alive and well in hate and fear.. alone is now and time i down.. if i knew you.. if you were real and true.. my life would egnight and liars are true. fuck.

the only kiss from beings alone.. the only thing that's us and more. the hera cooing from birds like her. the birds miss targets.. she's on her own.. miss lies and truth is beauty. missing the people. missing the news. kill me soflty kill me slow. kill me missing. kill me cold.

the rapture of the birds and angels.. loving the sky and things have made us. we fly and crawl and move in the ocean. the poisidon is truthfull and telling us triumphs. we love the enlghtedned. we love the new hair. we kiss and tell and make a shell.. a shell for her a shell for girl.. the girl is true and tue true is cute and everything she is is everything aloof.. we pray for night and pray for the ending. we love our life light and the beginning. we own our heeart and truth is the only. the only thing that writes and the ending is banished. kill me kiss me screw me over soon. the ending is beginning and there's only the news. the pictures of our hopeful the hopeful of the light. the ending is solid the ending is might. the kids we had the kids that scream.. kiss brusis and cuts.. not make them for us.

[coffeily]

It's ok, Everthing is gonna be fine :)

Tw : Platonic Quackitywastaken,Quackity x Dream, mention of tutore, Out Of character, Gore, manipulation(?)

Conteks : Quackity has a mental break down and Dream comforting him like ur mom did when you are not yet a failure. (sorry, i had to)

Notes: This has been in my head since las night aka 3 in the morning. This is inspired by the anime scene of Komi-san season 2 episode 3.

Quackity comes to the prison in a bad mood. He had gone through many bad events in a row. he fights with his husbands, charlie dies and even more bad things continue to grow. He came with a torture tool and a netherite axe and gripped them until the knuckle turned white. He came to Dream's cell prison.

The slowly decreasing lava that only met Dream who was sitting pretty in the corner who seemed to be waiting for his arrival. his hair is long until it touches the cold floor (in a sitting position). he used to have dirty blond hair, now it's starting to turn a little white because of all the stress he's been through. The strong horn that he had always been proud of had disappeared cut off. His green eyes that had always been bright and and shone in the dark beautifully now looked dull and glowed in the dark horribly. Dream glanced his eyes at the face Quackity was in then closed his eyes and smiled gently. Quackity swears he's sick of seeing that smile

Quackity tells him to give him the revival book and as usual Dream refuses. As usual, he will do something fun with Dream. (duh, what kind of fun- 🔫 ).

this time his feelings were mixed with the emotions he had always been holding back. He vented all his sadness and anger to Dream who could only be silent and accept. he jerked Dream away and blamed all him misfortune on Dream. Quackity unknowingly burst into tears and suddenly froze. Dream who is seen now even smiles and holds his hand and the rest whose hand is holding his cheek. Dream smiled and wiped his tears then said comfort words. (Unconsciously Quackity removes the ax in his hand). Quackity, who wanted to get out of Dream's grasp, fell into a loving embrace that Dream gave him. (bro, u mean in platonic way or romantic way???)

Quackity had almost forgotten what it felt like to be hugged, he had almost fallen out of Dream's trap. Quackity had rebelled and wanted to leave Dream's arms, who only got a head stroke with rough and cold hands but felt soft and warm when stroking her head. "It's okay. Everything is fine. It's okay to cry and be sad. You deserve love". Dream's voice was different from isr usual voice, it was softer and made this cold and dark prison cell warm and bright. (Wait a minute, why did Dream become like my mom-). Dream continued to stroke Quackity's head and back and whispered comforting words in Quackity's ear softly.

Is it because he is a succubi?(HEH??) Is it because he ever had children? Is he trying to get me into his trap? Is he mocking me? Did he underestimate me? .

Quackity kept asking in his mind. Quackity protested for Dream to let him go who was just ignored and continued his affectionate action. Dream hums a song that makes Quackity almost devoured by his trap and fall asleep. Keyword Almost. As Quackity was about to fall asleep, Sam shouted his name and asked how he was. Quackity is silent for 1 full hour without sound (damn). Quackity, who was now fully conscious, immediately repulsed Dream and escaped Dream's trap. Quackity picks up his dropped ax and tools and leaves from Dream's prison cell with a flushed face.

[jjbarestaurant]

Could I get the fluff alphabet for Abbacchio? 👉👈 Please and thank you💞

You’re welcome friend ^^

Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!

Abbacchio fluff alphabet

Cut for lenght!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Determination!

He admires how much effort and love you can put into something.

Don’t matter what happens, you won’t give up.

If you’re willing to give up, Abbacchio would try to give you support.

You make all these incredible things, there’s no reason to stop now.

But if that is really hurting you physically/mentally, Abbacchio will encourage you to stop for some time and relax. (He’ll give you a bath and maybe take a bath with you, if you’re too tense)

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your thighs!

He likes the warmth of it and finds it very comfy.

Sometimes he gets home while you're watching tv, and he just put his head in your thighs and take a nap.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Abbacchio isn’t the type to cuddle.

But he starts getting more used to it after some time dating.

Give him a surprise hug and he will scream. 

Abbacchio will get angry and tell you to never mention this happened to the Passione members.

He likes it when you two are laying in the bed and cuddling together but will pretend he doesn't like it.

Abbacchio can either be the small spoon or the big spoon... He will deny he likes being the small spoon btw.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Abbacchio likes to do home dates, just you and him, laying in the bed or lying on the couch, with your head on his chest while watching some movie and drinking some wine.

Abbacchio's perfect date is you and him taking a walk on the beach at night, the starry night, the ocean sounds, only you and him. Just the thought of it makes him feel content.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Abbacchio is difficult to read. 

He is not even a little bit vocal about emotions (he will get a little more vocal after some 6/7 months dating you), so you better learn how to read him. 

He has a problem showing his emotions.

Sometimes he only shows his emotions if he is feeling them extremely, like extreme anger or extreme sadness.

He is afraid of disturbing you with his emotions.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Abbacchio doesn’t like the thought of having a family because of his work.

He would love to create memories with his family and spend time with them. (even though, he won't show it too much)

And by working for the mafia, he won’t have much time to spend with his kids.

One of Abbacchio's biggest worries is involving his kids with the mafia. It’s dangerous for both him and the kids.

He is really afraid of losing his family, so he would be protective.

Abbacchio is also really afraid of being a bad father or giving his kids an inadequate example.

But, he likes the thought of getting home and has his children greeting and hugging him. oh boy I'm getting soft

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

he would give you a bottle of wine for you two drink at night

Abbacchio won’t even remember giving gifts is a thing, until you give him a gift on Valentine's day, while you ask him what he prepared for you.

He would look at you with a confused expression, like, Valentine’s day? who’s she? until he realizes.

He would admit he forgot it and would feel guilty after that, but won’t show it.

He will often forget about events he has to give you gifts.

After that, Abbacchio would do mental notes, of what things you like to receive, and/or would ask you directly what you would like to receive.

Abbacchio wouldn’t give gifts for special dates (only if like, you celebrate your birthday? he would give you a gift)

He would give you gifts at random moments, he saw something you would like? he would buy and give you as a gift. But he prefers when you two go together choose a gift for you.

He will be grateful if you give him something, but he won’t mind if he doesn't receive any gifts.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Abbacchio isn’t the type who likes PDA, so he would just hold hands with you when you and he are alone, mostly at home.

He would hold your hand when you are laying in the bed with him, or on the couch.

He will hold your hand more often after some time dating you.

Instead of holding hands, Abbacchio prefers putting his arm around your shoulder.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

( s/o is a member of Passione)

Abbacchio would get angry. 

Even if his stand isn’t the type to hurt someone, he would make sure to make whoever hurt you s u f f e r.

While making the person who hurt you wish they never had been born, he would let Bruno take care of you. 

If you are recovering and you can’t get out of bed, he would just put a tray in your nightstand with a bunch of painkillers and everything you would need.

But, he will pretemnd to be a little annoyed if you want him to take care you.

If Abbacchio has to go out for some reason, he would call Bruno to take care of you while he is out.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Neither jokes nor pranks.

He doesn't like to prank you if he accidentally hurt you? better not risk it.

Abbacchio just points out something he finds funny and/or thinks you would like it.

he might ask if you have some idea to prank Giorno

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

I believe abbacchio already had other s/o while working as a cop, so he has experience with kissing.

Abacchio’s first kiss with you is going to be experienced and kinda rough.

Abbacchio is rough when he kisses you, but, if you want him to be more passionate, you just need to ask him and he will try.

He doesn’t do it naturally and will get a little annoyed, but will give goodnight kisses if you ask him.

He likes it when you kiss the top of his head and gives him forehead kisses.

He will never admit it though.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Abbacchio isn’t vocal about what he feels, so he rarely says he loves you, or how beautiful he think you are.

But, he says at random moments in a murmur expecting you to not listen, if you do and responds to him he will be a blushing mess and will get angry while trying to hide it.

Like said in “c” he isn’t the cuddle type, he prefers to randomly kiss you while you two are in private.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

One night, when you two got home from an exhausting day of work,  took a bath together, delivered some pizza, and after some time you two were already drunk 2  bottles of wine and were really needy and laughing while staring at the wall.

Abbacchio won't admit he got drunk like that the next day and will deny he did anything last night that. (even though he remembers almost everthing)

Not the best memory but definitely a really good and funny one, he chuckles whenever he remembers that night.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you.

At the beginning of the relationship, he is reluctant about being with you,  he is afraid to create a bond with you and happen the same thing again.

You are the most precious thing that happened to his life, you are like a light to him.

Losing you would just ruin his life.

Even if he is a little rough sometimes, he loves you with all his heart and would do anything for you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

he randomly gets home from the market with like, 8 bottles of wine

When Abbacchio drinks too much wine he starts to get really touchy and needy with you.

If you two are at some Passione reunion/party it almost starts to bother the whole gang, but soon they find it funny how needy Abbacchio can be.

Mista and Narancia will laugh SO much

You’ll need to take Abbacchio home if he doesn’t stop drinking.

He will deny he did that the next day.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

At the beginning of the relationship, he would call you by your nickname.

After some months when he gets more comfortable. He would call you caro/cara (dear) and Tesoro (treasure).

And after some 8 months of dating, he would call you “amore” sometimes. ( he calls you amore more often as time pass)

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Abbacchio likes to lay with you on the couch under a huge blanket, and just stays there enjoying the moment, while he plays with your hair (He also likes when you play with his hair)

You sometimes take a nap in his chest. Come on, who doesn't want to just lay your head in his tidy window and enjoy the warmth and the moment?

He also likes it when you two sit on a table outside of the house during the night and drink some wine while staring at the dark sky.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Sunshine of Your Love - Cream

Abbacchio is the type who listens to some alt-rock and indie rock. But don’t mind listening to some classics.

He likes the rhythm, but the lyrics… oh the lyrics

“ I've been waiting so long

To be where I'm going

In the sunshine of your love”

After all the bad things that happen, the Passione (mostly Bruno but let’s get Bruabba out of his) and you were the best things, he started having some hope after entering the mafia and meeting you. 

His world got brighter when he met you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Abbacchio isn’t the type to say “ hey, I want to tell you something”

I think he would just drop his secrets in a random conversation.

Even though he would drop out of nowhere, Abbacchio would overthink if he should tell you, and which moment is the best to tell you.

He’ll only say he needs to tell you something if: is something he wants to tell you as soon as possible, if he can’t find the right moment, or if he is too anxious to tell you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

6 months or more

In the first two months, Abbacchio would try to figure out what he was feeling.

in the next two months he would just deny what he is feeling, he must be wrong, this isn’t his kind of stuff. He is too rough to love someone.

After that, he will accept his feelings better but will think he has no chance with you for the next two months

A guy like him? rough with everyone, hard to deal, that just-drinks wine all day? no way you could accept him, someone so good with a guy like him.

After that period, Abbacchio wouldn’t take any step. These two months of believing no one deserves him won….

UNTIL YOU CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS TO HIM.

He would have a hard time saying that what you feel is reciprocal. He would be kinda rough but you know he means what he says. Abbacchio isn’t the type to prank someone *ep 5 flashbacks* y-you know what I mean. There’s no reason to lie about it.

He is just afraid of getting close to someone he likes and then happening the same as years earlier.

He would give it a try, maybe someone like you can date a guy like him right?

OH BOY I’M SORRY ABBACCHIO I LOVE YOU IM GONNA CRY

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Abbacchio knows that you’re upset the moment he looks at you.

Abbacchio feels a lot of things, so he can read you very well.

He would put an arm around your shoulder and ask what happened.

If you tell him, he will give a hum to show he listened to you. And comfort you.

If you want to spend the day with him he would be glad, but he also understands if you want to be alone.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Abbacchio will only show you something he is REALLY proud of, he charges himself a lot, so when he do some mistake he ends up not liking that much.

When abbacchio is proud of something, he will show that thing to you saying to take a look after that he will say with a small smile on his face "I did it"

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Abbacchio is fine with you fighting, he knows you can take care of yourself.

But will be really protective if it is a mission you will go alone.

He prefers when you two go together on a mission, so he can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re safe.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Like said earlier, really well!

Abbacchio would make mental notes about how you act in each mood.

He would also make notes about how you cope when you’re in “negative” emotion. 

So he knows what you’re feeling, and might be able to do it with you and help you in some way.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

It would take Abbacchio really long to propose to you, he still doesn’t believe you like him.

Do you remember the beach date?

He would say how you look good dressed like that the whole walk.

You two stopped to watch the sea and the moon, and then he would say he wanted to tell you something...

“I’ve been thinking about this for some time… I know I’m not the best guy in the world… but...” he would say this while getting on his knees and taking a little box out of his pocket.

“ You want to marry me?” Abbacchio says while opening the box and showing a ring with not too many jewels on, and waiting anxiously for your response.

CLICHÉ I KNOW I'M SORRY

I am writing this while I listen to “All I Ask of You” from Phantom of the Opera. I'm almost CRYING, I NEED ABBACCHIO IN MY LIFE

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Abbacchio loves to lay between your legs with his head in your chest while listening to your heartbeat.

Something about it simply makes him feel safe and comfortable

If you say he looks cute like that he will deny, if you insist he will go away.

sometimes he sleeps right there

Thank you for reading!

I’m sorry this took so long

If there’s anything out of caracther please tell me!

I’m sorry some of these are really short, i couldn’t get any inspiration

[nocturnalazure]

2, 4, 5, 7, 11, 15, 19 (for Erik), 28 aand 31 for the storytelling asks :3

Really gotta pull myself together with the amount of questions XDD

Thank you for the questions! *_* I don't mind how many!!

2. describe your story in three words or less

I couldn’t even describe it if I had a thousand words.

Okay. 3 words. I can do this.

Mafia, that’s 1.

...

Messy?

...

Character-driven? I guess? Certainly not plot-driven, lulz.

The rest of the answers is under the cut because... long.

4. how did you choose the name of your story?

I chose to call it « as far as the world goes » because it wasn’t really supposed to have an end. :D I initially thought I could keep on writing as many generations as I liked (so... as far as the Sims world could go, which is pretty much infinite). Turned out I kind of spent MUCH longer on some generations than others. And I used time travel, which sort of forces me to have a specific ending.

Now the direction is... well, « to the edge of time », where Sam and Ash are still waiting for me to pick them up.

5. how do you choose your characters’ names?

I used to have a list of names that I like (mostly characters from books) but almost all of my characters are named now, even those who will only make an appearance in about 200 years. When I need a specific name, I make a quick and dirty Google search.

Names don’t hold any big meaning for me. And after all, you don’t get to choose your name in real life, you just have to make do with the one your parents gave you. So I don’t want to spend too much time thinking about THE perfect name.

That being said, I racked my brains over the name of Laurie’s future kid (yeah, he’ll have at least one, is that a spoiler?) because the name I had initially chosen came from a book that has been adapted in a series since then. And it’s a bit too recognizable. But I have now found an even better name. :3

7. whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? did it pay off?

Killing off Nathaniel, Ivy and Seth in one fell swoop. I’m not over it yet, tbh. I need those flashbacks to be able to see them again.

Did it pay off? I don’t know, you tell me! It definitely brought Laurie and Erik closer than I expected.

11. why have you decided to tell this story? are there any messages or meanings within it?

I’m telling this story by accident. :D

WAIT!! What I mean is... it started off as a gameplay story, then quickly evolved into something I kept under control but still let the game make most big decisions and now...

So I have to deal with many background stories, and there are no beautiful messages about peace or love to be found in that mess. It’s just me and about a gazillion puzzle pieces, trying to make something that looks vaguely structured.

The below gif is a pretty accurate representation of me working on my story.

15. what have been the highlights of creating your story?

Honestly, I sometimes miss the time when I just let the game surprise me. Now everything is planned out and it’s so much more limiting. BUT! Even within that frame, my characters always seem to have a life of their own. The biggest example being Laurie whose personality is in direct conflict with everthing I had planned. As frustrating as it can be because it forces me to constantly make plot adjustments, I also love it because my characters feel... alive. And that’s a pretty darn good feeling.

19. choose a song that reminds you of Erik

Answers to the last two questions will have to be in a separate post because stupid Tumblr no longer allows me to edit my post other than on the app and that's really not convenient...

[zuffer-weird-girl]

"You wanna know something? Overhaul?" Shigaraki spoke on a calm and dark tone... as if he hadn't just cutted his arm off and just literally spoke that he had taken everthing he had worked so hard for.

"Now that you don't have literally a thumb to suck on... I wondered if is a mercy act to let you live. But now I know that it wasn't just the yakusa you value. No no..." he snapped his finger and the raven haired villain along with the masked man brought the only person he didn't wanted to be involved on this mess.

"(Y/n)..!" He spoke your name in horror, your eyes were wide open and you were a mess... dirty even, but he could let that aside. Those dirty villains had their hands on his angel...

"After many researches... i discovered that for a long time now you gave yourself a headache to keep that pretty thing out of the danger line... and also how much you want to make them... not feel something harsh as a resume... But I wonder..." he crouched down and grabbed Chisaki by his scalp... without hands or arms he couldn't do nothing but to glare at him as the hives started to make an appearance on his pale skin.

"What would you be like if they simply..." in one instant blue fire errupted from the turquoise eyed man and the obly sounds he could hear were your screams of absolutely pain.

Half of your face and upper part of your torso were burned as you shouted, begged for help... and he couldn't do nothing. Absolutely nothing but watch.

He shouted profanities at Shigaraki, promising of killing him... before being snatched by the man's hand and forced to look back at red orbs.

"You really think you can do something?! Like THIS?!" He laughed out loud, his laughter echoing along with your cries "You first was abandoned in the streets like a dog, then dissapointed the person who cared enough to raise you! Now the "love of your life" is about to die!"

He widened his golden eyes in horror... how.. how did he know of those-?

"And you. Chisaki Kai." He growled with that sadistic and psycotic look on his face "Were and always will be useless. To the Hassaikai and to (Y/n)... take a look even." He harshly made his head turn to look at you in the ground extending one hand at him with tears on the good side of your face.

You tried to call his name but Compress had grabbed a metal bar from the van and pierced your body with it... Blood splashing on the ground.

His chest tightened, the air of his lungs were lost, he couldn't do nothing but-

~

He gasped, joilting awake from his bed... gripping the sheets with both his prosthetics he breathed in and out desperately to try to catch some of oxygen.

Sweat clinging to his forehead and whole body made him want to vomit... the smell was terrible. The events of his nightmare replaying on his head as he desperately looked at his side, only to be comforted at seing your angelic persona laying there... sleeping.

Safe. Unharmed.

He sighed, slowly lifting himself up to take a shower. Sleep seemed like a terrible idea, and he needed to get rid of the filth on his body... his hives were driving him crazy and he couldn't scratch them with his metal jand without getting harmed by it.

The hot and quick shower did something to calm his body... but not his nerves. He couldn't get back on the bed. He couldn't bare to face you... not after everthing he did.

He made his way to the small living room of the apartment he now lived... the most far away from the media and heroes you and him could manage it to go and afford... He surely had ruined your life.. to a life of luxury on the yakusa to some small apartment on this loud and dirty street where teenagers couldn't get the message that others wanted to sleep, not to listen their terrible songs.

Sitting on the couch with a tired sigh, he rested his prothetic arms on his knees and brought his interviewed metal hands to rest his forehead on it... You had gotten to him after practically begging to a friend of yours...

~

"I'm not helping a cruel and wanted villain to have arms (Y/n)!" A female vouce echoed on the apartment as he listened from the couch, bandages still on what was left on his arms as you tried to make a deal.

"Please Neruko!" You whimpered "I will pay you back as soon as I-"

"Is not about that! (Y/n) I owe you, and you are a good person!" She pointed angrily at him as he glared back at her "But this man deserved every single beating that green haired kid gave to him!"

"Neruko... you don't know him like I do. Please.." you sighed with furrowed eyebrows "just two prosthetic arms and hands. Is all I ask.."

She furrowed her eyebrows at you before scoffing and storming her way out, only stopping at the apartment door to spoke.

"Next week some mailman will deliver here... But I want nothing to do with this. And I never want to hear of you or your fucked boyfriend ever again."

He went to take a step towards to give her a piece of his mind, but you stopped him with that gentle hand on his shoulder and smile.

~

It had been almost one or two months after that... it took him two weeks to adjyst to this new method of handling things... without his quirk.

His emotions were out of the control. Due to not knowing the force of those prothestic he accidentally broke a mug when he went to grab for some tea, he could only remember one eye twitch of his before seing red... destroying half of the small kitchen. You came back that day to see him cleaning furiously the whole apartment... and he refused to spare one single word about it.

That was until he noticed the mug he had broken was a present that Pops had gave it to you... his heart seemed to stop as you had recognized the cracks and almost teared up.

He apologized? No. He only could stare at you helping him clean and organize the kitchen again... he couldn't say a word about it. After all, since the incident he had been more quiet than he ever was.

His eyes burned at the memories filling his mind... the nightmares keeping him awake most of the nights, the memory of the last expression Pops gave to him before he put him on a coma, your face when you discovered what he had done and when you cound him on the street armless... losing everthing... in one single day. Due to some heroes, brats and one partership he would regret for the rest of his life.

... how didn't you leave him yet? Leave him like all of them did...?

His shoulders trembled as he cringed his teeth together, disgusted at his own wish to wanting to cry. He couldn't. He was in no place to cry.... yet the frustation, hurt and depression was just too much.

"Kai?" Your soft voice on the dark made him joilt his head up, it was dark until you had turned on the switch. Soft yet tired expression plastered on your face as you slowly aproached him.

"Something wrong?" You asked softly as you sitted at his side, muffling an yawn as he adverted his eyes away from you as he picked a handkerchief on the coffee table to quickly wipe his eyes... in case of hints of the salty frops of tears that could had formed.

"Go back to sleep. I'm fine." He said nonchantly... but soon tensed at feeling your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"You always tell me I'm horrible at lying... guess is my turn to say it." You whispered and he almost, almost broke... but he remained stiff and concentrated his gaze on the coffee table.

"Just a bad dream. You can go back to bed, I don't think I will be able to-"

"You want to talk about it?" Your hands started to rub soothing curcles on his shoulders blades as he subsconciously leaned on you, resting his head on the crook of your neck.

"...no.. Everything but... that." He slapped himself mentally for sounding so weak as you hummed.

"You want me to do anything? I lost sleep, I will be here with you." He furrowed his eyebrows at that while you felt a wetness on the bare skin of your neck.

"Just this is fine..." he mumbled. You were worried of course, but it wasn't new for Chisaki to remain with a stoic expression even if rivers of tears were escaping his golden eyes... You could only assumed that to the feeling of his tears hitting your neck since he would never let you see his face on his most vulnerable moments... almost never.

"I owe you an apology..." he mumbled after some time and you got confused.

"If it is about the mug its been almlst three weeks Kai." You giggled in hopes to set the mood up... yeah, you failed.

"For everything." He mumbled, eyes finally blinking and letting the tears fall "I ruined not only the rest of Pops life... but I ruined yours as well. I wouldn't judge neither run after you if you decided to leave."

"Why would I leave..?" You asked almost hurt immediately. You felt him sigh before letting one sad chuckle out as he finally let himself get up and wrap his arms around you, chin rwsted now on your shoulders as he burried his face on your neck.

"You're too good for this sick world and for your own good..." he mumbled as you hugged him back worriedly, carresing his hair when you notice that he was trembling for a bit.

Despite him not deserving it... he had an angel by his side. And he would be dammed if he let that pretty thing on his arms to go now... after all, you were the only one holding his ground and preventing that he would completely break.

[newtafterdark]

Title: A Beautiful Mess - Chapter 3 AO3 LINK

Summary: Beauty goes to Gorgeous room to check on him after his previous dissociative episode. It leads to unexpected confessions.

- - -

Finding Gorgeous' room turned out to be not as complicated as Beauty had feared. Gorgeous had marked his room with a bright pink heart shape on a nearby floor plan, which had already been a habit of his back home.

Beauty made his way down the halls, occasionally catching a glimpse of some of the people he had seen previously... and a very large dog. Beauty resisted the urge of walking straight up to the group and asking if it would be alright if he could pet it. But there was always time for petting dogs at a later date. Gorgeous was more important.

He shook his head as he felt the all-too-familiar blush creep up his face.

"He doesn't need you being a simp for him right now", he reminded himself as he walked down the hall with more purpose.

Eventually, he found the room he was looking for. Its door had been spray-painted with the same bright pink colour that had been used as the maker on the floor plan. Well, this had to be it.

Beauty let out a soft sigh before gently knocking his knuckles on the door frame, unsure if this world's doors could handle it.

A moment passed before he heard an affirmative deep hum from inside.

"I hope I'm not cutting your beauty sleep short, sweetheart...", he whispered as he slowly pushed the door open, his eyes darting around to locate Gorgeous.

The room was small. A re-purposed storage room, perhaps. Most of the room's space was taken up by a large bed and the countless soft pillows and blankets on it.

Beauty chuckled as a well-toned arm reached out from under several blankets to flip him off.

"Are ya feeling a smidge better? I just... wanted pop in to let ya know that everything's settled. They know what they need to know now. Anything else... well, that's up to you, doc."

Beauty watched as Gorgeous slowly pulled his upper body free of his blanket hoard.

In moments like this, Beauty was reminded why had given the man the nickname "Gorgeous" in the first place. Gorgeous ran a hand through his messy curly hair, as he looked up to him, his bright green eye faintly glowing in the dark.

The warm light of the salt lamp in the corner made his jawline & cheekbones look so much softer than the bright light they were used to from the resistance hideouts.

When Gorgeous slowly waved his hand in front of himself, smirking, Beauty knew he had been caught staring once again.

"S-Sorry. You... really don't need this right now.", he said, already moving to get comfortable in the beanbag chair on the other side of the room.

"Bullshit. Get over here."

Hearing Gorgeous say that without any hesitation in his voice made Beauty freeze like a deer in headlights for longer than he'd like to admit.

"A-Alright, alright. Can't get enough of my charm, huh?", he managed out.

Gorgeous rolled his eyes at him.

"Boots off. Actually... everything off. Don't want that Combine garbage on my bed. Uh, there's ... a pair of shorts in that box to your right."

"M-My size?", Beauty asked in confusion, already in the process of opening said box.

Gorgeous propped up his head on one of his arms, letting out an affirmative hum once more as he watched Beauty get changed and eventually sit down on the bed beside him. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at Beauty, but before he could say even one teasing word, Beauty's eyes locked with his.

They stayed like that for a while, until Beauty started playing with the fabric of one of the fluffiest pillows on the bed.

"I know you never said you minded me.... liking you, but if this is too close and too persona- HURGH~!"

Without a warning, Gorgeous had wrapped his arms around Beauty's midsection, effectively pulling himself on top of the man. Gorgeous quickly let go & sat up, getting comfortable on Beauty's thighs, his own knees resting on either side of the smaller man.

"Shut up. Just 'cause I'm ace doesn't mean I hate this. ... or hate you. You know that. A crush doesn't change jack shit between us."

Beauty was staring up at him, taken by surprise & still slightly short on breath. His pupils were blown wide, his usually carefully styled hair a mess.

Gorgeous reached down, gently pushing a loose strand of hair out of Beauty's face. A soft smile tugged on the side of his lips.

"You are the one person I can stand being stuck with in dumb places. We bicker and throw heavy shit at each other that would kill anyone else and we laugh about it afterwards. We crash through walls and annoy the fuck out of the Combine by launching each other at them. I... can't do that with anyone else."

"Yeah, maybe, but you shouldn't have to put up with me looking at you all the time like you're my everth-"

Beauty cut himself off, frowning as he turned his head to look away. He was starting to understand why Gorgeous always became so grumpy when he nudged the taller man to talk about his feelings.

"Hey."

He heard Gorgeous talk but stayed stubborn. Maybe he could will away the awkwardness and they could just fall asleep. He'd even sleep on the floor if it would make Gorgeous feel less weirded out-

"Hey, Beauty."

Why did Gorgeous have to use his nickname right now? Gorgeous knew that it would always make him look at him, regardless of what he was doing. Like a lovesick puppy, Beauty would follow him to the end of the world only to hear Gorgeous call him that once more. He was hopelessly in love.

Beauty felt Gorgeous gently nudging his chin to look back at him... and he didn't resist. There was no reason to.

Dark teal eyes once again stared into bright green ones.

They had done this song and dance for as long as Beauty could remember. Never quite sure where they stood with each other or even what to call what was going on between them.

Rivals? Frenemies? Best Friends? Partners? Dangerously-Close Co-workers at best?

The countless post-shift karaoke nights with cheap beer came back to mind. The hangover breakfasts. Falling asleep on the tram to work with his head resting on Gorgeous shoulder. Worrying about where he went when the Resonance Cascade happened. And waiting... for such a long time with the smallest glimmer of hope to see him again. Alive.

And he had almost lost him again. To whatever or whoever had eventually decided "hey, maybe you should actually be with him, you small gay mess of a man".

Beauty blinked away a tear, barely resisting the urge to hide his whole face from the man who was still sitting on him. Hiding his dumb gay yearning was useless at this point.

He sniffled as Gorgeous leaned down once more, practically now propping himself up on Beauty's chest and stomach.

When Gorgeous finally spoke up, his voice sounded ... unsure, awkward even. Like this was his first attempt at being careful with his words, knowing full well that even one wrong word could do so much damage.

"There's... something I figured out about myself. Since I've been here.", he said, resting his chin on his crossed arms on top of Beauty's chest.

"Being away from everyone at home helped. Made me able to face some bullshit you had tried to get out of my brain for years. So, let me say this once. To you. And don't forget-"

Beauty felt almost frozen as he watched Gorgeous reach up and run a hand through his hair, playing slightly with one of his longer grey streaks-

"... I'm grey-asexual. Got barely any motivation to bother with people in general, but when sex happens, it happens. Romantically... I don't know yet. But I know one thing for sure-"

He leaned up further, pressing a brief kiss to Beauty's neck, earning a sharp inhale from the man under him-

"I never regretted anything we did together, got it? Hell, without you, I wouldn't even know what I could stomach and whatnot."

He pulled back and moved slightly up, his nose almost touching Beauty's.

"I trust you. And I love you. Bitch."

A long pause.

And Beauty shoved Gorgeous off him, as they both shook in uncontrollable laughter.

"DON'T YOU QUOTE OLD VINES AT ME WHEN WE'RE BEING SERIOUS FOR ONCE, YOU ABSOLUTELY JACKASS!! OH MY GOD!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!", Beauty exclaimed, still crackling as he grabbed a nearby pillow and hit Gorgeous in the face with it.

Gorgeous caught it with ease, mocking Beauty with a wide grin.

"You love me for it."

"I DO AND I HATE IT!! ... uh-"

The pillow was dropped instantly, as Beauty's face turned beet red at the accidental confession.

It didn't help that he found himself scooped up in Gorgeous arms almost immediately.

"Good. Because I meant it too. The "I love you" thing.", Gorgeous said, pressing a soft kiss against Beauty's temple.

Beauty hid his increasingly red face behind his hands.

"Aw geez, Gorgeous... you're breaking this old man."

The man in question smirked at that, resting his chin on top of Beauty's head.

"Funny you mention that. Turns out I have a thing for old men-"

"OH SHUT UP!"

"Make me."

Instantly, Beauty didn't care about his blush anymore. Nor his years of painfully awkward yearning.

"Alright, if that's what the doctor ordered~"

He leaned into the crook of Gorgeous' neck and got straight (ha, as if) to work on a hickey like his whole life depended on it. He felt the taller man's grip on him tighten, a hand wandering up to pull slightly on his hair.

Beauty eventually pulled back, admiring his work.... and how positively dishevelled Gorgeous looked laying among the pillows below him. Breathtaking. If he'd know an artist, he'd commission a painting of this view.

"L-Looking good?", Gorgeous asked, clearly more focused on the quality of the hickey than his whole appearance.

Beauty let out a soft chuckle at that and laid back down, wrapping his arms around the taller man's waist.

"Always."

[thecurseoflife]

CHAPTER 15 - Change of heart And so, they ran.

Without Maximus, the captain of the guards was much slower than usual, but was still on a horse, and the two companions had to be sly in order to not get caught. But at some point, neither the horse nor the captain cared about getting them.A deafening, atrocious sound behind them had changed those priorities.They could hear trees after trees falling down behind them, enraged hissing and violent thuds, sign that the snakes were coming closer, and they weren't in a good mood. Once again Varian prayed for Ruddiger, his heart sore at the idea that his best friend could have been eaten out of anger.

But something even worse was happening has this thoughts crossed his mind.Camalia was losing speed. And she knew it.

But her lungs were burning and her feet were bloody. She could barely feel her legs and was threatning to fall any seconds. Her vision was blurry and she could taste blood in her oh so dry mouth.She stumbled once, then twice. Both her and Varian's breath were short, and as the horse was now running between them, they could feel doom and death looming on them.Suddenly, a hand reached out to Camalia, and she slowly looked up to see Captain looking straight ahead, worry, fear and resolution in his eyes. She quickly understood.

-Not... Without... Varian...

She could barely articulate the sentence, showing in how much pain she was in. Captain greeted his teeth and closed his hand, pulling away from Camalia. She closed her eyes, resigned to die.

She was about to stop running, when she felt lifted from the ground and before she could register what was going on, she was sitting behind Captain. The music mage immediatly turned to the other side of the horse, where Varian was running. But he wasn't there.

For a split second, atrocious fear pierced her guts. Did he fall ? Trip on something ? Why wasn't he there ? Was he dead ? Was he- Then she realised someone was sitting behind her and a wave of relief hit her when she turned around and saw her friend sitting behind her, out of breath, clearly in pain, holding his chest.

Once she was reassured, she turned toward Captain and the path straight ahead. She pointed on the side and opened her mouth to speak, but all she could do is inhale and exhale quickly, incoherent mumbling making their way through her lips. Surprised, she placed a hand over her mouth.

-You don't have enough air into your lungs yet. Calm down first, then you'll explain.

Cap's voice was soothing and exceptionally calm given the circumstances. The racket of trees being uprooted and giving their last breath, or the high-pitched hissing that was resonnating in the forest and the soul of every living being never stopped.  Camalia was hit by the realization that all those noises were being distant the more she was running, and now that she was on the back of a horse, all of them came back like a punch, and she had to cover her ears. She kept whispering apologies to the poor trees that had to suffer the consequences of her decisions, to Varian and Captain that were dragged in that curse she worked so hard to get rid off, to that horse that was running, probably terrified to the bone, to the insects, the plants, the planet.The girl was sorry, oh so sorry, it was all her fault, she should have never been so selfish. The curse was her burden to keep, and not theirs. Because she tried to get rid of it, because she tried to run, because she was scared, because of her, everything and everyone were getting hurt. She should have stayed their to endure the snakes hits and anger. It should have been her. She deserved it. She was a horrible person. It was all her fault.

It is all her fault.

She had to fix it.Despite the burn that air was making in her lungs, despite the taste of blood she had in her mouth, despite the numb in her legs and the way her arms were shaking, she pointed in a direction and tapped on Cap's shoulder.

Thankfully he understood and followed her wish. He was convinced Corona would be far more secure than wherever she was leading them, but he couldn't in his right mind take the monsters behind them back to his king and queen and back to all of the people. He was conflicted, and the girl's confidence and the fact that she apparently knew what she was doing convinced him to follow her directions.

The kids behind him were still weak and struggling to breath but they were slowly getting better, soon enough, he hoped, for them to execute whatever plan they had in mind.The horse was fast. Well, it was a horse. But he had the best rider on his back. Sadly, the giant murderous anger driven snakes knocking down trees were faster. Much faster. They quickly took back the time they lost chasing that stupid rodent, and they were getting close. So close the wall of trees weren't enough to hide their greatness. Varian could already see their belly-thing, and he yelled.

-They're getting closer !

Captain restrained himself to look back at the horror they were trying to outrun, focusing on not making the horse trip and dooming them all. Camalia pointed right again, and he followed. Right, right, left, forward.... Right. Did she actually know where she was going or was she just trying to lose the thing chasing them ?Suddenly the girl vigorously pointed at a giant tree and leaned over against Cap's back to be heard.-THERE ! Stop before, there's a ravine right past that tree !Apparently she knew. Captain pulled on the reins and Camalia hoped down the horse, almost crashing head first in the mud, but she regained her balance and ran behind the tree.Now that they had stopped, Captain peaked behind them and he felt his stomach drop.The snakes where enormous. Their heads could be seen above the forest while their bodies were slithering and chopping down trees, burrying rives and slapping any animals foolish enough to cross their paths. They had this look of utter and complete rage on their face that sent chills in Captain's neck. He could feel a knot form on his throat. Nonetheless, and as idiotic it may have appeared in that situation, he drew his sword and took his stand. The tip of his sword was reflecting his feeling, despite the tough face he had put on. It was trembling, shaking so much it was a blur. He wasn't going down so easily.While Captain was getting ready to fight for his life, Varian had slid down the horse and joined Camalia behind the tree.  She was under a huge blanket, covering... something. He wasn't sure what, but was pretty sure he was about to find out.

-Okay, this is fine... Not broken... Perfect. Maybe we'll make it out afterall.

-What is this ?

The music mage popped out of the blanket and tugged on it, revealing... a thing. It sure looked like it served some purpose, but what ? It was a pile of sticks and metal parts, some kind of instruments, even glass and silk, he could see coton deep into the thing. Everthing was tied together with rope, bolts and some other unknown thing. It looked messy, and weird, but functionnal. For whatever function it was supposed to serve.Camalia was taking some branches laying there and it took Varian a second to realized it was also attached to the thing. She started strapping the branches on her body, that it's her arms, legs, even head and torso, but she let her hands free. Once everything was there, she took a few steps forward and the branches tensed up through their rope-joints.Then she started to gesticulate and a frightful din exploded in the forest, almost deafening Varian.

-This is what's going to save our lives. Some stuffs to help the real song from the heart. I read in a book that more instruments could make a melody more powerful, and I really need all the power I can have to defeat the curse.

Ah yes. Let's make noise to drive the snakes away. Great plan.

If she was planning to sing above this atrocious cacophony, maybe it was time to tell her that no one would even hear her.

Varian opened his mouth, ready to share his thoughts when the last tree separating the snakes from the three humans and that one horse fell down.The snakes had stopped, and for a few seconds that felt like forever, they all stared at eachothers. The horse broke the weird staring contest by getting back up and racing straight to the forest, and to safety with a shrill neigh.Decaiera hissed softly, anger distorting her features, ready to talk, but was cut by her sister.

-You pathetic, foul, disgusting humans. Did you imagine in some wondrous dream that you could dupe us ? That rodent merely slowed us down. You should have expected better from your curse, little plant.

But Camalia wasn't listening, only enraging the two gigantic monsters more. She had her eyes closed, guitare in hand, her chest rising slowly as she took deep breaths.

-How dare you ignore us ?! We are your curse, we are your doom ! You cannot hope for distraction when death is upon you.

Once again the music mage ignored them. Varian fell down, fear clouding his mind and numbing his legs. Fear and probably also that good ol' run they had. But let's say it's only fear. Captain was brave, not foolish. As long as the things weren't attacking him, he wasn't going to attack back. For now, all he could see is that they had a big mouth but didn't take much actions. Although he did see the amount of damage they made back in jail.

-STOP IGNORING US !

Witheria, the hot headed one, charged on Camalia, ready do gulp her down, to finish with this curse, to kill her and be free. But moments away from falling to the other side, the music mage rose her head and pronounced those words with a clear and deep voice.

-My name is Camalia, and today I will perform the song from the heart to free myself from my curse ! As long as the melody will play, neither Witheria nor Decaiera will be able to hurt anyone. This is the condition. If the song failed, it is that my heart has changed. Then through years and pain, the new song of heart I'll have to gain.

The song of heart had yet again been summoned, and the spell acted immediatly, violently pulling Witheria away from the mage. She crashed down on some trees a couple of meters away, Camalia coldly glaring at her. She looked at Varian and Captain, now staring at her, waiting. She didn't want them to hear this. In her plan, in her head, it was supposed to only be her, and her curse. And now, the two people she was the closest to were there. And this time, she had to be completely, utterly open. Open like no human should ever be open in such a short amount of time.

Inhale. Exhale. Take the guitare. Move the right elbow. And sing.

"I'm in pain. But the pain I'm feeling inside, Overwhelming, eating me upside down, Is everything I can feel. No one's coming to save me... Are they ?"

The melody was sad, low and slow. Camalia refused to meet her friends eyes, focusing on the song and getting it down. Every word was a weight leaving her shoulder, but the burning look of Varian's and Cap's was like a mountain on her back. She felt old, weak and useless. She felt naked and stupid. Yet every word she spoke she poured her heart in it, her broken twisted heart. She started to move, and although she did looked pretty stupid, the music rising behind her was worth every moment of it, and no one, not even the snakes thought of making fun of her, not even one snarky comment. The music got harder, angrier, there was more and more percussions echoing. When Camalia spoke, it was a cry, a tear without any leaving her eyes, a call for help and a whisper of forgiveness.

"And I'm in pain ! I feel so lonely, surrounded by people, Feel like I'm been eaten alive in a gigantic black hole But I'm all alone"

Every sentence, every word felt so right and they were so strong, vibrating in the ground, aligning with the melody, dancing around her and screaming at the same time. It was like a show you couldn't take your eyes off at. Even if they could, the snakes wouldn't have attacked. Unlike the first song from the heart, it didn't take some time for the words to sink into each person there. It was printed in their heart, so loud and clear, written in their minds in letters of fire.

"I'm in pain No matter the bruises and broken bones Despite the blood and the darkness surrounding my every move Regardless of the cold of my feet and the warmth in my eyes Even though my throat is aching from all the screaming There is no more light for me... Is it ?"

There was such despair and resignation in her voice, in the song, every fiber of their souls could feel it. When a sentence ended, a piece of her soul went with it, hitting her curse and slapping her friends like a wake up call. The melody was slow and sad and so full of nothing again. Camalia's voice were as much.

For a split second, Varian wondered if she actually wrote it beforehand or this actually was a cry of her heart right there, right now.

"And I'm in pain. I feel breathless surrounded by people, Feel like they'll be eaten alive in a gigantic black hole I should be all alone I should be all alone Why aren't I all alone ? Haven't I caused enough trouble as it is ? Aren't I the burden you had to carry all those years ? And I'm sorry ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry !"

Everything went crescendo as she was making her way through the song. It came so easily and slipped on her tongue like it was the most natural thing to say, but it was a internal fight in a jungle, and she was getting more and more lost every second she was in it. She shouted the last part, and everything went silent for a few seconds, but everyone knew she wasn't done. The soft, sad melody arose from her guitare yet again, as she took deep breaths, not one tear rolling down her cheeks. Every single one of them was already in the song. When she sang again, it was as faintly and as heartbroken as the melody coming out of her instrument.

"I'm in pain. This is all my fault, I should pay for it. I should never, ever have come to this world This is all my fault. All my fault."

The forest fell quiet, more quiet than it has ever been, and more quiet than it ever will be. Then, slowly, the birds chirped, the wind blew, the river ran, the animals walked and sang along with the nature, a tribute to Camalia's melody. It was sad, but full of harmony, and it was beautiful. It was a noise only the five people there will ever hear, a beautiful orchestra made for one girl. She touched the soul of things and creatures that couldn't even understand her words, not only with her magic.

Afterwards the forest fell back into it's usual noise, and life resumed it's course.Camalia opened her eyes and in the place of the two gigantic black snakes were two average sized white snakes, looking very sad. They weren't a threat anymore, the curse was gone. They were exactly the way they used to be, when they cared for Camalia an eternity ago. She sighed and detached herself from the machine she took years to make, and that finally fulfilled it's purpose. She felt like the sky was bluer, the wind was purer, everything felt lighter and better. She took a deep breath and allowed herself a small smile.The snakes slithered pitifully to her, and she took a step back.

-Camalia, we're... It wasn't us. We're deeply sorry.

-None of what you have gone through should have happened to a young lady like you. But we were controlled by that devilish curse as much as you.

-I know.

Witheria and Decaiera smiled to eachothers, heart filled with joy that their protege agreed to let them back into her life. They were ready to crawl to her side when she rose a hand to stop them.

-I know none of this is your fault. But I was hurt. Horribly, deeply hurt. There is not blame to make, but I don't owe you anything. The wound is fresh, and I bet it will leave a scar. A scar that may disappear one day, in a very, very long time. However, you are linked to that wound. And your presences might... No, will make it bigger. I don't care that now you're all good. I don't care if it wasn't your fault. You hurt me. You're toxic to me, no matter how good you are. Please, if you care about me, leave.

The music mage looked at them in the eyes while speaking. She had been conflicted about what she should do once the curse was lifted, and she felt bad for sending them away, but she knew it was the right thing to do. For her, and for them. They needed to heal, and they couldn't do that together.The snakes glared at her, looking hurt and offended. Witheria frowned and was about to speak... well, probably scream, but her sister nudged her softly. The darker, yet now white snake hissed, hesitated, then followed Decaiera into the woods, were they disappeared.

Camalia could finally breath again. WHAT’S THIS ? FIRST / PREVIOUS (Wattpad)  / NEXT

[nimbus-cloud]

Yu Yu Hakusho Stage Review!!!

Before I start going over the show I want to stress just how INCREDIBLY lucky I got, because I got to see the show via a same-day lottery ticket, after failing EVERY lottery and general sales, and it was INTENSE!!!  On the Thursday when I lined up twice, there were easily 400 people in the line for both the matinee and soiree shows and even when my number was drawn, it was actually 2nd on the waiting list, not one of the original winners, and I may or may not have been seriously contemplating throwing some people down the escalators to move up on the list.  But three people canceled or didn’t show so I got to get in and I was bouncing off the walls inside, WHATEVER POWER WATCHES OVER ME, I owe it my eternal soul for the opportunity!

They opened the show with HOHOEMI NO BAKUDAN and I almost screamed from the nostalgia honestly.  They basically did an opening sequence with the song, mimicking the anime opening by having them fight one by one against a group of enemies... which is why a lot of those press release photos have Kurama fighting with his rose whip (when we don’t actually see his rose whip until later in the story that’s not in this play [ALSO HOW DOES HE MAKE FIGHTING WITH THE WHIP LOOK SO GODDAMN COOL INSTEAD OF AWKWARD?!?!?]), and why there are shots with Hiei letting out the Black Dragon or Kuwabara dual-wielding spirit swords.  I know some of us were curious how much story they were going to cover or how much they were going to skip, and it’s not because of some massive skip.  The story runs from the very beginning with Yusuke dying, spending time as a ghost, and then to just after retrieving the three artifacts of darkness.  They give us a hint of the four of them about to enter the castle of the Saint Beasts, so that might be where the next play (crosses fingers) will pick up the story.  

The format of the story has Koenma (adult ver.) narrating (sometimes with Genkai) as he’s watching “old” videos of the group and reminding himself how far Yusuke has come.  Based on his conversation with Genkai at the beginning, the “present” in the play is just before the Dark Tournament, and everthing else in the play is Koenma watching those videos (also why there are press photos of him with a remote control).  This is also why they could fit the Kurama and Hiei meeting backstory, because it’s Koenma watching old videos and wanting to look back on them too.  

And also Arayan as Koenma is SO FUCKING FUNNY we were all cracking up a LOT.  He can actually enunciate quite well with that pacifier in his mouth!  And he’s always changing back and forth between his adult version and baby version because he’s either watching/narrating or in the flashbacks himself as a baby.  He also really liked breaking the fourth wall while narrating so for some of the cute Yusuke-Keiko moments, for example, he was like, “What a cute young romance—WHO EVEN HAS A ROMANCE LIKE THAT IN MIDDLE SCHOOL HUH!?”

I haven’t watched Arayan live since 2015 when I saw him as Lao in a Kuroshitsuji Musical, so it was wonderful to see him again and in a role that allows him to do so much more and be such a ham.  

Tsubasa as Yusuke was amazing, fantastic, splendid, show-stopper.  I liked his Renji from when he was in the 2016 Burimyu, and so I thought I had some idea what his yankee characterization would be like (because obviously his Ishikirimaru isn’t a great reference point lol), but it’s even better!  He was so funny and so warm, and when he had the scene making the little kid laugh, I have NO idea how he was able to pull those faces.  He looked basically exactly like anime Yusuke pulling faces and I was wheezing so bad in my seat.  Mostly, I just couldn’t believe that he really unzipped his pants (while turned away from us) to stuff that kid’s ball into his crotch and dance around with it.  

Speaking of the little boy, we gotta give props to Genkai’s actress because she played so many side characters throughout lololol.  She couldn’t be Genkai for very long or often, so she was also Keiko’s shy, glasses-wearing friend in school, she was also Maya-chan (Kurama’s classmate that he and Hiei have to rescue) in the Two Shots scene, she was the little boy Yusuke saves (she tries not to talk as him), and she’s also obviously young Genkai.  Because she plays so many roles, there’s a narration bit where Koenma tells Genkai, “You know, in these videos, I keep seeing a lot of kids that look like you.”  And she tells him he’s imagining things.  

Plot-wise, they did skip one major scene from when Yusuke was a ghost, and that was the scene where his apartment caught fire and he had to “sacrifice” his spirit egg to save Keiko.  

Oh but I loved the bit where he had to possess Kuwabara to go tell Keiko not to cremate his body, because the way they did it was to have Tsubasa and Naoya do everything in unison together.  So all the choreography has Naoya as Kuwabara fighting all the guys that come at him, and Tsubasa just a little ways away doing the exact same thing, only he’s not hitting anybody.  And although it had been Naoya doing all of the talking so that we hear Kuwabara’s voice, at the point when he’s talking to Keiko and the lines start to get sentimental, they turn up Tsubasa’s mic so that they overlap for a little bit, and then they turn down Naoya’s mic so that at the end, we only hear Yusuke’s voice asking Keiko to wait for him.  He was also slowly moving off-stage while Kuwabara(‘s body) was talking to Keiko, so that the end of that scene has just Kuwabara and Keiko on-stage, but we hear Tsubasa-Yusuke's voice.  So I really loved how that was done because it mimicked the anime really well.  

I loved being able to see Kuwabara’s promise-between-men played out on-stage.  His squad was cut down to just two guys instead of three, since you really only need Okubo for that bit, and they needed to divide the ensemble cast between Kuwabara’s boys and the other punks who want to beat on Kuwabara all the time.  Naoya as Kuwabara was everything I wanted and more.  His voice, his expressions, his everything was just SO. GOOD.  And it was so funny to think how long I’ve been a fan of Naoya (since 1st cast Tenimyu days basically) and how I’ve never actually seen him live in a show until this.  So that was a real treat and a real blast of nostalgia on multiple levels.  I’m so happy he was the one to bring Kuwabara to life on-stage, he was wonderful, and I’m so grateful I got to see him.  

Yuka-tan's Botan was SO SO SO CUTE?!?!?!?  Oh my gosh she felt so perfect to me in every way, and I loved her dynamic with Yusuke and Koenma, there was so much cute banter.  I liked when Yusuke was laughing in Koenma’s face and Botan kept spanking him because, in case we forgot, he’s like actually 14 years old at this point in the story.  Sometimes she was the one watching the old clips together with Koenma so she also switches between being in the story to being part of the narration.  

If you wanted a critical review, this is not the place to look because I pretty much only found it wonderful and amazing and nostalgic and amazing but I do have one minor criticism and that is that Yusuke’s post-resurrection outfit for helping Kuwabara rescue Eikichi was not his fashion icon look from the anime.  He just had a regular color jacket instead.  Ugh, way to make him look “cool” stage staff. Lol  

The Two Shots scenes were interspersed between Yusuke’s ghost antics and I really do think my heart stopped when I first hear Hiroki speak.  I haven’t been a fan of Hiroki for as long as I’ve been a fan of Naoya, but he’s another one that I’ve seen so often in so many shows, but this was my first time seeing him live and he just has such a presence that it’s no wonder we call him HiroKing.  It was also fun to see Shouhei again since I haven’t seen him live since his last show as Noya for Haisute, and he’s as amazing as I remember.  Pretty sure he’s having a lot of fun playing early evil Hiei honestly.  Since both Hiroki and Shouhei have a lot of experience in other shows with sword-fighting (*cough TKRB/Hakuouki*), those bits looked really fucking cool.  

But YYH is heavy on hand-to-hand combat, not sword-fighting, and I have to say that they did a nice job with that too!  There were places where I felt like they got nice and creative with it, and it’s fun to see Naoya give Kuwabara a little extra flair with his.  The ensemble cast were integral to all of those fight scenes, and they had to do a lot of falling and flying around, and they also need a loud round of applause.  

Gouki’s actor ripped off his shirt TWICE!!! Not once, but two times!!!  And I mean RIPPED, like not stage rip, like he RIPPED that shirt.  So I’m assuming they just ordered a box of cheap t-shirts for him to rip through for the rest of the tour.  Mind you, I was not complaining about the shirtlessness.   It was also interesting because after Gouki’s defeat, they put him in spirit world as one of Koenma’s ogre servants as a replacement for George in the second act, so he and Koenma have some fun moments since he’s quite reformed once dead.  

As I mentioned, they do give us a sneak peek of the four of them meeting up just outside the Four Saint Beasts castle, with Kuwabara picking a fight with Hiei and all.  However, we did skip over Genkai’s tournament, which comes just before that so it’s possible we might not get that little arc on-stage even in the next show.  Maybe to avoid rushing Liz into Genkai’s old lady makeup, maybe because nobody cares about Rando anyway.  

The closing bows were also done to Hohoemi no Bakudan (I was maybe a teeny tiny bit hoping for Homework ga Owaranai), and during the closing remarks, Tsubasa very excitedly told us that during the afternoon show, Yusuke’s anime seiyuu, Sasaki Nozomu came to see them!  He was wiggling side to side and said, “I got a picture with him yaaay~” and then he asked us to come see them again in the Spirit World, to which Naoya started making confused faces.   Naoya: Sp-spirit world? Tsubasa: No?   Naoya: The story’s mostly in the human world, isn’t it? Tsubasa: Ahhh.... yeah! Naoya: You’re exhausted, aren’t you?

And that’s my review/summary!  Feel free to ask me questions about it or to just scream at me how much you love YYH~

[sunnyblackwidow]

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - Natasha's secret

Sypnosis: For a long time, Natasha has kept you hidden from the outside world. No one but Nick knew about your existence. It was going to change soon when the team was in danger and needed help.

Warnings: Angst(?), fluff, a little bit of smut.

So it's the first story I've written for tumblr and I hope you enjoy it. Please don't forget to let me know what you think, your feedback is what keeps me writing. I'm open to requests so hit me up.

The team had been compromised. They needed a place to hide. Your place was the nearest and the most well equipped. Natasha knew that. She brought them there replying all questions with "We'll be safe there."

Cap had the worst injury and needed to be treated asap, Clint had needed stitches, Tony only had a few bruises due to his suit, Thor was mostly unscathed and your girlfriend, Natasha had a bullet lodged in her thigh.

You were sitting down at your desk doing last minute night work when the front door opened. Your eyes lit up. It meant that Natasha was home. You stepped out to see the Avengers staggering into your living room. They looked visibly startled to see you but didn't say anything. Their eyes held fatigue and you grabbed your coat from behind your door hurriedly.

Your worried eyes scanned for Natasha. She had an arm around Thor and hobbled into the room.

"Baby I'm sorry. I didn't have time to-" she tried to explain but you cut her off.

"It's fine. Sit down guys." You quickly took out your first aid box. The name "First-aid box" gave it no justice as it contained everthing anyone could possibly need from band-aids to sutures and scapels. It even had a comfort toy.

You instructed Clint and Cap to lie down. You quickly strip the dining table of it's decorations and sterilize the surface. You lay down a cloth and tell Clint to sit there while you stitch up his arm. Being the expert that you were, he was good to go in 7 minutes.

As for Cap his wound was much more complicated. Thor carried him to the table. You assessed the injury, set up what you needed and got to work. There was a small shard of the alien like blade lodged into his abdomen. His stomach was punctured but the other organs were all fine. You removed the shard and quickly added gauze around the area. There were no other shards and you quickly and skillfully stitched up his stomach. The stiches were small and precise. The Avengers watched your movements in awe. In no time you had stitched up the tear in his stomach. "Thor" you called out to the man standing next to the machine, "Vitals please."

"Erm lots of numbers.... Which colour ones do you need?"

"Vitals are stable baby. You can stitch him up." Natasha piped in.

You gave a nod and started to suture up the wound. You tried your best to make the wound look pretty and to stitch it up so it wouldn't scar too much. The man had to look pretty. He was Captain America after all. Once you were done with the last stitch you cut the thread and heaved a sigh of relief.

"He'll be much better after some rest. Lay him down on the bed down the hall please. The blue door."

As Thor carried Captain to the spare room, you help Natasha onto the table and sat her down. The bullet was lodged in her upper thigh. Easy to remove and only a about two stitches were needed. It was a simple but painful procedure. As if she could read your thoughts, Natasha said "Just do it Y/N. I can take it."

You looked up to her with a worried expression. "You sure?"

"Go ahead," she said as she pushed her leg towards you.

You breathed deepy and went in with the tweezers. She laid her head on your neck and gripped the back of your shirt as you reached in , gritting her teeth, eyes squeezed shut. As you pulled the bullet out, Natasha screamed and gripped your shirt even tighter. The scream sent chills down your spine hating the fact that your loved one had to feel pain.

She let out the breath she didn't even know she had been holding when the metalic cling of you plopping the bullet into the tray sounded out. Even as you stitched up the wound, she never did let go of your shirt. Only until you were done with the stitches then did she let go. You wrapped up her leg and gave it a gentel pat.

"Good job little red." You said as you said before giving her a peck on lips.

You turned around to see the remaining of the team looking at the two of you, looking like they were going to burst from the number of questions they wanted to ask but refrained from asking.

You didn't even change your gaze as you applied medicinal remedy on all their bruises that would male sure the ugly blue and purple marks would fade within 12 hours. "I'll blow up some beds," you said before walking to the store room the get the inflatable beds that you and Natasha had gotten in case of this kind of emergency.

She had told you when you had started dating that it wasn't an easy path to take when you wanted to date the world's best spy. But you didn't care. Now, you're her everything and she was your world. You trained in the medical line to make sure that if she ever came home injured you could treat her. To make sure that in any situation, she would never leave you as long as she was in your hands.

You fit the beds in the visitors room next to the existing bed which held a sleeping Steve Rogers. You put the other two in the living room.

"You guys can wash up in the toilet. It's in the room Cap's in. Beds are ready but you can sleep anytime you want. I'll go cook something. You boys must be hungry.

You walk to the kitchen to begin cooking up some greens, meat and your secret recipe smoothies used to boost up Nat's strength for the team. Just as you were done searing the steak, Natasha walked in.

"Hey uhm Y/N. I'm really sorry about coming in like this. We just...we just were in a really tight spot and I know you don't-" Natasha tried to explain before you slienced her with a kiss. The kiss turned heated and you lifted her onto the island. She grabbed your face and wrapped her legs around your waist as you slipped your hands around her and pulled her closer. She tasted the same as always, sweet. But this time there was something else that could be felt. Desire.

You hadn't seen each other in months and you two were so deperate to hold each other again. To touch each other again that you completely forgot where you were. All you needed was her. Her touch. Her kiss. Her smell.

All tongues and lips left red. Teeth clashing, tongues brushing. You didn't care about anything as long as she was safe and in your arms.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped you and Nat out of the trance you had been in. It was Thor. "I'm sorry lovely lady who's been smooching the all so deadly and private, Natasha Romanoff. But can we take her for just a sec. I promise we'll return her to you."

You blushed furiously and coughed awkwardly unwrapping Natasha's legs which have been tightly holding you in place. "Of course you may, I'll just cook the rest of the food up and we'll eat how does that sound?"

Natasha smirked at your embarassment and gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking off.

Thor turned around and gave a wink before skipping over to the sofa where the concious Avengers were gathered.

You fanned yourself trying to cool down from what had just happened before you cut the steak and set them onto their respective warmed plates, adding the greens as well as some garnishes. You put those in the warmer as you got started on the, as you call it, strength smoothies.

Throwing frozen fruit, vegetables and açaí just to add flavour into the blender, you buzzed the thing up. In about 10 minutes, you had a jug full of the smoothie and put it into the fridge. The Avengers were still talking and so you decided to start washing up. You put all the pots and pans in the sink and slowly scrubbed each and everyone of them. You hummed your favourite song as you cleaned trying to make the process less boring. Once done you wiped it all with a dry, clean towel and put them back in their respective places.

Natasha always liked to call you a perfectionist. Making sure things were neat despite the number of things you had. Your shared bedroom was split into two. The left side hers, and the right side yours. Her side was simplistic. All the basic things like her tools, a gun, black widow bites and a picture frame with the two of you in a lip lock during one of your dates infront of a ferris wheel. Your side however, was a neat mess of photos hung on walls, strings linking them together. A peg board with momentos as well as your drawing of your girlfriend. You can even see the distinct line on the walls where the room was split because in order to save space, you lined the photos up in a straight, vertical line going down from as high as you could reach to the dresser which you two, also shared.

You smiled at the memory of Natasha teasing you about how you might as well decorate the bathroom in half as well with all your antics. Your reply to that was "I would. But then we can never get hot and steamy inside like we always do," which earned you a pinch to your cheek that although painfull, made her so cute that you just had to kiss her.

Snapping out of your flashback, you saw Natasha leaning against the entrance of the kitchen.

"Wake up dreamy. We're done you can cone out now." You can see that she was tired. But her eyes had a green sparkle. Her body was toned and curvy in all the right places making you want to just pounce on her. But you refrained from doing so. Not while everyone was here.

"Yes Ma'am," you said smiling as you put the last pan away and took out the food, balancing three on your right arm and two on your left.

You laid the food out as Natasha handed them the utensils. You went back in to get the drink before all you you sat down around the table and ate dinner.

"Oh my god Nat. You never told us your...." Tony said before pausing. "Roomate, was so good at cooking." He finished with a small smirk.

"That's funny Tony. You see. I don't even remember telling you I *had* said roomate." Natasha replied.

"Well now that you *did*, why not just let the cat out of the bag huh Nat. How long has it been?" Tony asked excitement flowing out of him.

At that moment, Tony looked like a child, giddy with excitement. Curious to know everything around him.

Natasha looked at you and you flashed her an 'it's okay' smile. "It's been two years and a half." She replied flatly.

"Didn't think you of all people would be able to have such a long relationship. Being away so much and all." Thor teased before letting out a groan as Natasha kicked him from under the table.

The others at the table just grinned at this knowing that you and her were serious about the relationship.

The rest of the meal consisted of the Avengers learning more about you, how you met Natasha and as, you quote Tony, "Deal with such a difficult woman".

The crew slowly started to learn about you, what you did for a living and why you were so good at fixing people. Their trust grew as well as certainty that you were, indeed the only one that can make Natasha soft and believed that you were the right one for her.

"Did I miss anything?" Cap's voice rang out as you guys sat around drinking after the dinner.

"Nope," Clint said. "How are you feeling Cap?"

"Better, and curious." Steve replied.

You had gone to the kitched to retrieve his part of the dinner and as you approached him he asked "Who are you and why are you so good at stitching people up?"

"Hi Steve. I'm Y/N. Natasha's girlfriend. I'm trained in all aspects of medical care to make sure that she," you pause and look at Natasha, "Is always safe." You end with a smile looking straight into Steve's eyes.

"Considering that you did such a good job on me, I'm sure Nat's not going to have any problems. Pleased to meet you. I'm Steve Rogers also known as Captain America," he stuck his hand out for a shake.

You grinned and shook his hand thankful that he trusts you with one of his best friends.

"Hey Natasha. I get why you like her so much now. Her smile is entracing isn't it." Steve said as he tucked in.

"Too bad guys. She's mine." Natasha said protectively before pulling you onto the couch, between her legs and hugging you and shooting the men a glare.

[jinxthequeergirl]

149 days & The Grieving Stage

Steve harrington x hopper!reader

Summary: things hurt but luckily you have people to help.

Song choice: Ease my mind by Ben platt

Warning: swearing/ angst

I also kinda wanted to make this a part of "unseen things" but I'm obviously probably not gonna work on that cause it sucked but enjoy this anyways

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You and El both tumbled out of the car as quickly as you could and raced to your friends.

You where especially excited to see Steve again. He wrapped you in a hug and supn you around. "Hey dingus, don't hog her!" you grinned pulling away to met robin. "You've been keeping an eye on him?" you mumbled into her hair, you could feel her chuckle as he pulled you away holding you out at arms reach.

"There isn't really much to keep an eye on...you know he's crazy about you, plus he's awful at the flirting thing." You both laughed and could feel Steve come up beside you taking you from her grasp.

"Be careful steve, she's miss steal your girl." you joked leaning into him. He simply rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.

"Watch where you put your hands on my daughter, Harrington!" you both turned and spotted hopper pull up in his car.

"Holy shit..." you breathed you freed yourself from Steve's hold and watched el run towards him. Tears welled in your eyes as you watched them hug.

And from the back of your head you instantly remembered everything you where trying so hard to forget About that night. The overall fear and pain from that night, waiting in the ambulance with El and steve, waiting and hoping that by any sort of mirical it would be over and hopper and Joyce would make there way back to so everything would be normal.

But instead you got Joyce who gave you and your sister both a look from over wills shoulder that took all that hope and crushed it.

And now here he was. That stupid patterned shirt he insisted on calling "cutting edge", a huge smile, one you had to admit you hadn't seen in a while. And all you could do was stand there and stare at him. El pulled away looking back at you with the same excited grin and moved away a little making room for you.

And within an instatant you went racing towards him collapsing in his arms, so much so he stumbled a bit upon catching you in his arms before falling to your knees. You instantly felt your self sob into his shoulder murrmering things that you didn't even understand. You chocked out more tears as his hold on you tightened a little, finding hard to keep any sort of breath do your wheezing.

"Kid, kid, it's ok, everything is fine, deep breaths." You pulled your head from his shoulder and looked at him. He cupped your face in his hand rubing away tears with his thumb. "I...I...though...thought...thought You where...where..." you couldn't even mutter out the last sours before you coughed out another cry. He only nodded in response giving you a sympathetic look.

"I know...it's ok...it's all over now..." you wrapped your arms around him again. "Its all over...you can live life again." You nodded into his shoulder blinking away tears until you finally shut your eyes and relaxing in his hold.

You blinked your eyes again suddenly feeling the loss of warmth around you, you opened your eyes full taking in everthing around you and sighing lightly.

The moonlight filled your new room do to not owning any curtains yet. Or maybe Joyce had some and they hadn't been unpacked yet. Your bed was pushed up against one of the wall's with a small night stand that held a few things, a dresser was pushed against the opposite wall, really it wasn't much yet. You stared at the ceiling taking note of the glow in the dark stars the previous owner of the room had left.

Do to the moon light they wheren't doing much, but they still kept your mind off of what had just happened. Until finally they didn't and you broke.

You let a real sob wrack through your body and tears spill as you did your hardest to bite your lip and keep quiet making sure not to wake the other four members in the house.

You brought your fists to your eyes and held them there until explostions of color where the only thing you saw behind your eye lids, you could feel the mattress beneath you along with your cheeks and chin become soked as tears scilently continued to fall.

After what had felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, crying off and on again. You finally sat up on the edge taking one of the two blankets on your bed and wrapping yourself up in it before crossing the room to the dresser.

Your eyes hurt and your feet where now cold from the wooden floor under you. You grabbed the phone from onto of it ignoring the picture frame you had purposefully facing down and sat in the little book in your window, you cracked it open inorder to obtain fresh air and started dialing the number.

You sat there for a few moments letting it ring, and ring, and ring, you stared out the window into the moonlit backyard.

Joyce told you when you moved in that maybe the three of you girls could go to the local garden center and pick out a few plants and stuff to start a garden back there.

You where suddenly yanked from the thought as a clearly exhausted voice filled your ear. "Hello?"

You took a shaky breath and turned from the window to look down at the phone cord. "Hey Harrington..." you finally breathed.

"Y/n? Are you ok? What happened?" you could hear the sleep in his voice vanish with every question along with the shuffle of bedsheets. "I..." you stopped to clear your throat. "I'm just holding you to that promise you made before we left...it's not to late is it?"

Before you moved steve made the promise that no matter the time, the issue, the want he would answer the phone and be there for you.

That was the same day you missed your chance to tell him you loved him. And that you had since God knows when. Instead you cried barrelly able to get a "I'll miss you." out.

You reached over to your night stand and grabbed the alarm clock to check the time in the light. 1:40.

You mentally cursed yourself as you set it back down and leaned back. "No not at all what's up?"

"Just...just a nightmare..." You combed a finger through your hair and sighed. "I'm sorry...was it about-"

"No it..it was different this time..."

He humme. "Care to talk about it?"

"I..it's late I just wanted a little comfo-"

"No, no, hey I'm up now so you have to tell me." you chuckled and took a breath.

"Y/n?" you licked your lips before answering. "I saw...him..."

"Who?"

"My...my dad." you croaked looking back out the window.

"Shit...y/n I'm so sorry...I..." he trailed off attempting to find the words to comfort you. You only laughed when you realised it. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing...nothing. Just you always where just the worst at these kinda things."

He gasped a little and you could only imagine him placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Wow no matter how far away you still manage to hurt me y/n." You laughed again.

"It's times like these I wonder-"

"Why the hell I'm your friend?" you asked do ishing his scentence.

"Yea." he replied. Steve sat at the edge of his bed, phone tucked between his shoulder and ear all the while he held a photo he stole from your photo album.

His heart swelled a little just looking at it. You where happy, happier than you have been lately. And he looked at you in that picture with the same goofy grin he was wearing now.

"Steve?" he jumped at the voice instantly putting the photo down. "Did you fall asleep over there?"

He lied back down. "No...not at all...I wouldn't dream of it."

You smiled softly. "How are the kids?...and robin?.." you asked.

"The little shit's are fine...they miss the three of you a hell of a lot, speaking of which you should be gettinging something in the mail soon."

"Oh?"

"Yea...you've been gone a month and we decided to wip something up for you guys."

"What is it? You asked curiously."

"Can't say...don't wanna spoil the surprise."

"Right I forgot Mr. Steve "the surprise king" Harrington."

He rolled his eyes but mustered a smile. "Whatever."

There was a beat of scilents Before you spoke again. "I miss you Steve..."

"Hey, I miss you too....but you'll be here for Christmas soon enough."

"Steve that's so long..."

"No...149 days to be exact...it'll fly by and before you know it you'll be back in Hawkins."

"You've been counting?"

"Of course I have." you hummed and again went quiet for a moment.

"Listen there's something...something I've been meaning to tell you.."

"Oh yea?" you opened your mouth but the words refused to come out.

How difficult was it to just say it? Why no matter what the words never fully formed on your tounge. You sighed. "You know what never mind...it can wait.."

"How long?" he asked clearly anxious. "149 days to be exact...it's better if i tell you then."

"Oh c'mon at least give me a hint?" You shook your head with a smile. "No...I wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise." you joked. He laughed making your heart jump." just swear to not find someone to replace me within that time frame."

"I swear. No one would even come close to you." You smiled softly. "Uh listen thanks for taking my mind off of things....you should probably get some sleep....I promise to call in the morning if anything happens."

"Just call no matter what."

"Ok...goodnight shit head."

"Night loser."

You hung up the phone and sat there for a while. Letting things pan over in your head.

Your mind was finally off of your dad for a little bit. And you though about how you said you would tell him at Christmas and wondered of you even meant that, you wondered if he really meant the last thing he said about not finding anyone else.

"Knock knock..." you looked over to your door and found Joyce peeking in.

"Hey...what are you doing up?" you asked turning so your feet touched the cold floor.

"I could ask you the same...another nightmare?"

"Yea...something like that.." she let her self in shutting the door and leaned against the dresser. "How do you not...not have nightmares?...I mean you where right there..."

"Well I never said I didn't..." She said picking up the picture frame and looking at it.

"How do you keep it together then?"

She glanced at you but kept her eyes on the picture for a moment. "Someone's gotta be strong for You kids..." she took the picture and made her way over to you sitting down.

"You don't have to be all the time."

She nodded. "I know...but life had been so rough on you guys already...it helps." You leaned your head on her shoulder and looked at the picture frame in her hands.

"I don't remember these." she said looking at it with you. In the frame was a photo of you do and your dad, tucked outside of it was a picture of you Steve and robin.

You smiled pointing to the one of you and hopper. "The night me and el went to the snow ball...I told him it was an important night for all of us and we had to remember it. He fought me on it but eventually gave in."

She smiled.

"What about this?"

"That was the day we moved...johnathan wanted to make sure I had something good to remember them both by...I miss them all so..so much..." you mumbled.

"I know..."

"Will it ever...not hurt?" you asked sniffiling.

"No...not Right away...just give it a little time..." she placed the picture frame on the bed stand.

"I think you should get some sleep...sleep in extra long if you need."

She kissed your forhead before you got up and walked over to your bed. "Y/n..." you and Joyce both looked up and saw El come in with puffy red eyes that matched your own. You opened your blankets and she quickly made her way over and fell into bed next to you.

"Hey it's ok...it was just a dream..." you kissed her head and Joyce quietly left the room letting you two get some sleep.

[wastethen8]

thanks for tagging me in this @lukesflaredpants ❤

have you had a good day so far?

yes, I had quite the productive day!! I cut my mom's hair lmao I've never cut anyone's hair before and I nearly lost one of my fingers while doing that but it turned out pretty good lol

what's something you wish you could tell your younger self?

oh boy...I guess "there are some people in your life that you really don't need and you are going to find WAY better friends!!" also "fuck what other people think or say!! AND you'll also find out, you are/were more popular than you always thought"

if you could share one song with someone for them to understand you, what would it be?

there are probably way better songs to choose but one that immediately comes to my mind and that truly explains how I feel sometimes would have to be Anxiety by Julia Michaels

a song people maybe wouldn't expect you to like but you do?

oh damn, that's hard cause most people that know me and my music taste, know that I listen to a bit of everything...I guess certain rap songs especially german rap might surprise people lol

describe your go-to pair of shoes

EASY: converse during the warmer seasons and docs during the colder episodes of the year lol

do you have a picture/poster in your room? what of?

not really....I have this little canvas on my wall which I painted myself, if that counts? I used to have a HUGE picture of NYC by night up on my wall but not anymore

what's your favorite software?

what? lmao I don't think I have one...

do you own nail polish/fav color of nail polish?

I own a lot of nail polishes and currently I've been getting into shellac. color wise I tend to go for a nude shade maybe...but I don't really use it that often

favorite herb/spice?

CINNAMON and salt (does that even count?), not necessarily together tho lol

do/can you lucid dream?

nah, I don't think so. I find it fascinating tho

summer or winter?

WINTER BABYYYY

if you could relive one day of your life, would you? when?

I'd like to say I would but I don't think I would. I'm a believer in everything happens for a reason, everthing has it's time, fate and stuff so I probably wouldn't

favorite historical era?

either the middle ages or ancient Greece maybe?

a common misunderstanding people have of you?

that's a good question, I'd like to know what people think of me or assume about me...one thing that happens A LOT is that people assume I'm Turkish. It's because of my name and my looks which is irrational cause my name's not only Turkish and to be exact the Turkish version is written with an i instead of a y most of the time. AND my looks? Idk man, dark hair, brown eyes...I'm a Latina, well one side of my family is, so that's where that comes from lol I'm so done with people assuming that about me tbh

alright, I tag @sunshinelukee @glitterlukey

[ofchunja]

ahh hello my angels !! so i’ve been eyeing this group for quite a bit, and i couldn’t resist so here i am ! i’m jada, and this is my first child here - na chunja ! she’s the lead vocal & maknae of primera, and an overall handful ! some of her friends call her ambitious, confident, and versatile, but those of less favorable opinions say she’s vein, manipulative, & stubborn ! i’ll leave that up for you to decide, though. if you want to know more about her, click here for her profile. truth be told i’m a bit unprepared so that’s all i have for now, but if you’d look under the cut there’s some wanted connections & info !

from seoul, south korea !! gangnam specifically.

she’s always lived comfortably, not chaebol level or anything, but she’s in the upper middle class & has never really struggled, per se ?

originally had dreams to be a cosmetologist, but and eventually create her own makeup line ! beauty’s always been super important to her & she wanted to get into the field.

all that being said, being an idol has never really been everything for her ?? she had alternate career paths, stable income, all that. so that’s where her entitled mindset comes from ! but let’s back up for a minute, back to predebut chunja !

was a lot more naive & bubbly back in the day ! she never imagined she’d get anywhere near the fame she has now, always that she’d just be “the girl who could sing” to her classmates once they’d graduated and that was that. 

but while out shopping with some friends at 16, she was street scouted and asked to audition for so!ar entertainment !! was super ecstatic but confused because like - why did her goofing off with friends scream “idol material ??”

it was only after auditioning that she realized it must have been based on visuals, because while she was confident in her abilities, she saw toooons of other auditions better than hers who didn’t get picked since they didn’t fit the “idol mold”. this was the start of her hate for the industry lmao !

trainee life is what really started reaching her toward the person she is now though ! going into it she was very optimistic, friendly to everyone, & just excited, but she soon learned that training was a dog eat dog type of thing ! to go up, you had to be a little ruthless, and that’s just what she did, started getting more and more competitive.

and then debut came !! she hadn’t been expecting to primera to get anywhere as big as they did. in all honesty, she’d expected to flop like the groups before them had ! once she realized that wasn’t the case though, she started getting veery comfortable in the spotlight.

quickly developed the spoiled princess mindset !! being the maknae of the nation’s girl group, she got used to all the doting & became very vein

while she’s always loved the baby image, a part of her wants to step out of it and be taken more seriously as an artist nowadays !!

she’s also been in the industry for a whole, so she’s seen all the ins and outs, including how corrupt it can be ! honestly she’s so tired of the sexualizing, favoritism, crazy rules, and pointless scandals ! it was exciting when she was younger, but she’s getting to be a true adult now and simply doesn’t have the time for any of it. even amongst primera, she’s aware a lot of groups like impulse didn’t get the shine they deserve because of public favoritism towards primera and she just doesn’t think it’s okay at all !

also she doesn’t like the fact that there’s so much emphasis on visage in the industry, especially since lots of idols seem to be deemed talentless visuals & she just feels like hard work is far more important ! essentially she’s like yes i’m pretty but that’s not that important

and that brings me to my next point - remember i said being an idol wasn’t everthing to her ?? well that still applies ! at this point she’s basically like “you can’t hurt me” & doesn’t take company threats too seriously so she doesn’t have a problem speaking up on things as best she can within contract binds !

actually, she’s been more and more interested in going solo, especially when news about sora leaving broke out. as she’s grown to be more independent, she’s become more interested in more meaningful music & wants to perform things personal to her, and honestly is just tired of the same pop love songs.

alternately, she really just wants to live a normal life nowadays, but that isn’t feasible at all. if she settled down somewhere & tried going to cosmetology school, she knows dispatch would still be watching her everywhere she goes and things can’t quite ever be the same, which is why she’s so frustrated !

buuut she’s also scared of being a flop so !! hasn’t !!

anyway she has two major nicknames among fans - baby empress, because she’s soft in the face but has powerful & commanding vocals ! and cheonsa chunja, which basically translates to angelic chunja because of her gentle features !

as primera’s grown to be the most senior group relevant on the market, she worries they’re moving towards obscurity and soon will lose fan’s interest. she’s spent a decade of her life having fame handed to her on a silver platter,  and isn’t quite sure how to handle things when that’s no longer the case.

in terms of personality, she’s kind of turned into a humblebragger, and just lets fame get to her head !! she knows what she wants & gets very upset when it’s not given to her, and simply wants things her way !! baby star syndrome everyone

also very confident & a little cocky !! it transfers well on stage because stage presence is what she’s best at, yet offstage it can be a little offputting !! like dear god if your muse comes up to her looking for some advice or something she will go into a whole rant about how they paved the way she’s the main reason why i-

bold !! very bold, and unapologetic. she’s romantic, likes to drink, party, all that, and isn’t afraid to say any of it !! also a confident bisexual yet is constantly screaming her affections for girls !! 

along with that - she’s not very good with commitment but !! if she likes you, she will do anything to get you, and that’s just that !

there’s two sides of her - the one she has around people way younger than her, where she’s a little nurturing and puts on the “all-knowing sunbae” facade !! but those around her age / older who’ve known her for a while get the goofier, more transparent side, more like how she was back in the day !

she can do the primera choreography fairly well, but never ask her to do anything outside of it !! she’ll just fail horribly. thank god her charisma is here to save her !!

but she does claim she’s the best rapper out of the vocalist and while i don’t believe it ?? she refuses to take no for an answer !

totally irrelevant but she’s got a black pomeranian, theo, who is her true son !! she doesn’t stop posting or talking about him !!

this is just getting ... way too long ?? i expected it but didn’t want it to happen ! sigh, anyways onto the wanted connections !!

wanted connections !!

give her a bitter exes plot please ?? she’s very vengeful & jealous, so maybe that could somehow transfer and give us something interesting !

childhood / best friends ! someone she’s really genuine around & they know everything there is to know about each other ! 

enemies / competition, a vocalist who’s equally cocky as chunja ! maybe they get compared a lot which created this tension ?

give her one of the younger idols / trainees to be initially annoyed by but begins to adore & want to baby !! 

someone co-parent theo with her lmao !! he needs more love !!

classic drinking buddies !! 

honestly she needs that one partner in crime who just shit talks the industry with her 24 / 7 PLEASE give this to me !!

i’ll think of more soon, she’s getting an official plots page in a bit anyways so !!