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yeahimaloser · 3 years

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Stuck In An Elavator With You

Shy!Hawks x Reader

Hi, so this story is about a headcanon I have about Hawks secretly being shy around his crush!

I don’t usually make x readers were the reader has a backstory/background, but I liked this backstory for the reader so I hope you enjoy!!

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Keigo tapped his foot anxiously on the ground, heart thumping and practically racing.

He had a good reason to be this riled up, he really did.

For whatever reason, Keigo Takami, also known as Pro Hero Hawks, had a particular repetition of being a flirtatious man, always seeking a new companion. He, nor his agency, knew where these rumors came from, but his press advisors told him that; “People will eat this up!” “This’ll be good for business!” And although he did nothing to refute those claims, they weren’t exactly true.

The truth was, his love life was practically nonexistent, he hadn’t really dated anyone before (not seriously anyway), so when he began to develop feelings for a certain someone, he was surprised, to say the least.

But, he didn’t get flustered around just anyone, he was a hero, a spy, he knew how to keep a clear head. The only person he would ever get flustered around was you.

You would think that pro hero Hawks would have some natural charm to him, but no, he becomes a mess around you. He felt pathetic if he was being honest.

You worked at the HPSC, which were his bosses, the people who helped to train him to be their personal hero, so of course, he got well acquitted with you. Whenever he entered the building he would usually be greeted by you, smiling at him, making conversation of any kind.

He liked how easy he found talking to you, he loved it really, the way you didn’t mind his bluntness, the way you would laugh at his crummy jokes, it made his day easier, it made going into the HPSC building feel more bearable.

He had known you for about a year, talking to you when you came to drop off documents, when he came in you always made sure to greet him with his favorite canned coffee in hand.

He didn’t remember when he got like this when he started to get flustered by you all the time, when he talked his words would come out all jumbled up when he talked to you, his face becoming red whenever you so much as touched his elbow. But, he still loved seeing each time he had to come in, it practically made his week each time.

Of course, luckily, he always had an excuse in hand. That he had stuttered out of exhaustion, that he blushed when you taped his shoulder because that’s where a villain had hit him.

Yet today, he didn’t see you. And he had been prepared too, washing down his nerves and trying to make himself the calm, confident, pro hero people loved, he knew he could swoon you if he acted as the charismatic hero he was. But you weren’t there, and he didn’t like it.

So, he patiently waited for the elevator to bring him up to the higher-ups, looking around the building's main corridor, expecting you to turn the corner any moment, and to smile at him, making his wings sputter and his mind race.

He bounced his leg up and down, seemingly unable to stand still at all when he felt a small tap on his arm.

He was prepared to turn around to offer an autograph, but the words stuck to his throat.

Oh.

Whatever nerves he had thought he had taken care of re-surfaced, making his mind bubble and his tongue feel numb in his throat.

You were right there, only a few inches from him, smiling, your presence alone throwing him off guard.

“Jeez, you really can’t sit still can you,” you said in a teasing tone. “I suppose I should expect that from the man that always moves fast, huh.”

Keigo didn’t know if he would call you a friend, although he did have feelings for you, he knew they were most likely one-sided. So, he just called a work friend (although he desperately wished you two were more).

Of course, that's when his mouth decided not to work, “O-oh, hi there Y/N, you look- how are- did you,” he mentally cursed himself, wanting desperately to have a disappearing quirk right about now.

But luckily, before you could even say anything, the elevator dinged loudly, the people on board quickly got off, seemingly in a rush to get out.

He made his way in, letting you go first like a gentleman, yet, he managed to trip when he entered, looking like a fool.

Yet, to his surprise, you just giggled, “I suppose even top-ranked heroes lose their balance.”

Keigo nodded, looking anywhere but you in order to get his red face under control.

“I’m guessing you're on your way to the top? To the higher-ups?”

This time, he had collected himself enough to look at you and smile, “Yup, that's the one.”

He gave himself a little pat on the back for not screwing that up.

You pushed the button to the top floor, giving him a small smile in return.

The elevator was extremely pristine, the carpeting was soft, the walls of the elevator were lined with some sort of expensive metal. Paintings hug down, making the elevator have that rich sort of feel.

He anxiously looked around, desperately trying to find the courage to speak, but none came to him.

Luckily though, you spoke first, “I saw you on TV the other day, beating up that nomu must have been tough. You gotta work with Endeavor though! And I know he’s your favorite.”

His ears turned pink, did you really remember that from that throwaway conversation you two had about heroes?

It had been about a few weeks ago, maybe three he really couldn’t remember, but he did know he still got extremely flustered around you at that time.

He was waiting in the lobby that most had to sit in to meet with the higher-ups, he had gotten a coffee, waiting patiently when you sat down next to him.

You made a bit of small talk, him listening closely, chiming in so you wouldn’t lose interest in him, yet not being able to find his voice all that well.

It had started when you commented on Gang Orca coming in for a visit, you told him how cool you thought he was, with his different kind of hero aesthetic, saying how, “You don’t really see a lot of scary-looking good guys, but I met him, he’s actually pretty polite.”

He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t help but get jealous. He wished you would say how cool his quirk was, or how you thought he was ‘pretty polite,’ he just wished he could have the guts to say something, anything flirtatious to you to show you how interested he was in you.

It bugged him, who many heroes you probably knew. He wasn’t a special case, he knew that.

You weren’t at all in the high up of the HPSC, you barely knew anything about what was going on in the commission. You were just someone who ran the errands of the HPSC, giving paperwork to heroes and police, it was probably a very taxing job.

But Keigo liked to believe you two had a special bond, maybe....maybe you even felt the same way he felt about you.

“How about you, Bird Boy? Got a favorite hero,” you asked, a lightly teasing tone in your voice.

He wanted to refute you, saying something quippy like he normally would. But the way your eyes shone with genuine curiosity, the way your face was limited by the light of the lobby you both waited in. Even if you were just in your normal, everyday state, you still made him flush with nothing but a glance.

He managed to sputter out, “Endeavor, I’ve liked him since I was a kid.”

You grimace, “I don’t like him all that much, he's very rude and mean when he comes in or I drop something off for him. He's not like you, you're nice and easy to talk to, he always seems to have a problem with anyone he sees as unworthy.”

You rolled your eyes at the memory of the flame hero, but you didn’t notice how his hands had griped around his coffee can.

You thought he was nice and easy to talk to. He wanted to echo the sentiment, he wanted to say that he loved talking to you and maybe, if he had the strength, segway into asking you out for coffee at a real cafe.

Of course, that's when he was called into his meeting.

He smiled fondly at the memory, and how it was so cute of you to remember.

“Yeah, I can't believe you remembered,” not being able to keep the light edgy of nervousness out of his voice.

You nodded, “Well yeah,” you leaned carefully against the railing of the elevator, picking at your nails, “I like talking to you, Hawks, you're a good guy. You come in and actually treat me like a decent person, you wouldn’t believe how many heroes get such big heads, thinking that the person dropping off their paperwork is, well I don’t really know how to describe it really,” you paused for a moment, “they think that I’m not worth their time I guess, it's kinda gross if I’m being honest.”

Hawks frowned, “That's not fair, I’m sorry. That's really rude of them, they should treat you better than that.”

You looked up at him, and his breath caught in his throat, “See? You’re so nice to me, even if you don’t have to, I enjoy talking to you Hawks, thank you.”

You neared him, his body stiffened as you did so, “I was actually wondering if you would maybe wanna grab something to-”

A loud thud and an ear-piercing scratch cut you off, the elevator floor jiggled and slowed, the fast pace stopping and becoming slower and slower.

But the elevator gave a strong jolt, and before Hawks could even think, his hero instincts kicked in.

He grabbed you, pulling you against him, his wings (or what was left of them) wrapped protectively around you and him.

He pulled you down to the floor with him, wings blocking out the lights flickering above you two, his body taught and waiting.

After the elevator had come to a complete stop, his brain had caught up to the realization of the piston he was in.

He quickly leaped away from you, moving off the floor.

“I-I’m so sorry! It-it’s just, the elevator made my hero instinct act up! A-are you ok,” he reached a hand out to you, watching you breathlessly panting.

“Y-yeah I’m ok. What happened? A villain attack,” before he could answer, he heard the intercom speak before he could.

The robotic voice spoke, “Please stay calm, we are experiencing technical difficulties, please stay inside the elevator as we are sending help. Thank you for your patients.”

His body stiffened. Trapped, in an elevator, with you. He didn’t know if this was his worst nightmare or a dream come true.

You sighed, “Damn, seriously? Stuck in an elevator was not how I wanted my day to go.”

He gave a nod, trying desperately to calm his nerves.

He could do this, he had the chance to flirt and ask you out, this was a blessing in disguise, he knew it. All he had to do was get his act together, calm himself and make a few flirtatious remarks, and not get flustered.

But he couldn’t, his heart was beating out of his chest. He wondered for a brief moment if you could hear it in the silence of the elevator, the music had stopped, casting a silence around the small space.

“So, I guess we’re gonna be here for a while,” you shivered, “why is it so cold in here?”

It was as if his body thought before his mind did. He shed his jacket, walking it over to you, placing it on your shoulders lightly, “U-uh, h-here, don’t wanna catch a cold.”

You looked at him, eyes wide, “Oh, I can’t take this, what about you? Aren't you cold? I can’t let you give this to me.”

He held out his hands, shaking his head, “No, just take it, I insist, really.”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, looking around you said, “I guess we better get comfortable.”

You slid down the wall of the elevator, sitting against the wall as you lay your legs on the red carpeting of the elevator.

He mimicked your actions, flowing you down on the opposite wall.

His nerves picked up again, suddenly at a loss for words. He had had plenty of conversations with you, yes, but his feelings for you had gotten worse and worse over the months. At this point, he became tongue-tied just by looking at you, worrying he would say the wrong thing and making you hate him.

Luckily, you broke the silence, “I wonder why this happened, maybe a mantis issue? Hang on, maybe my phone works,” you reached for your pocket, pulling it out and giving it a few clicks as your brow furrowed and you sighed.

“I just got a text from my boss, he said help is on their way. He says he doesn't know how long we’ll be here, could be 10 minutes for could be a few hours.”

He hoped you thought the gulp that he had done was out of anxiety of getting stuck, but in reality, it was one of worry about you being in an elevator with him.

He didn’t say anything, nerves pulsing through him. Although he desperately tried to come up with something to say, something that would make you blush instead of him, nothing came to mind.

He mentally cursed himself. This was the perfect opportunity to be the dashing hero that everyone adored, to show you that he could protect you and calm your nerves. He desperately tried to think of anything to say, but his mind was muddled with the thought of sounding ridiculous.

What if he sputtered over his words? What if he said something to make you uncomfortable? What if you hated him?

Those thoughts caused him to tense up, the air feeling heavy around him.

“You know,” his head snapped up, looking back at you, “I think there wouldn’t be a better person to be stuck in an elevator in!”

He gulped, his nerves shot firing, his throat constricted to where he couldn’t even say anything in response.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you said, flashing him a light smile, “I wanted to thank you, that nomu attack almost hit this place, I’m sure if you weren’t there, we would all be in big trouble. But what can I expect from the number 2 hero.”

Keigo continued to look down at the floor, refusing to open his mouth as he was sure he would say something to ruin this moment.

You just kept complimenting him and he really didn’t know what to say back, or if he could say anything at all.

He could feel his face heating up every second, his hands becoming more and more clammy against his pant leg.

He didn’t know if he wanted you to stop or continue.

You soon noticed the silence, confused and worried etched onto your features.

Slowly, you made your way over to him.

“Hawks,” you said lightly, “are you feeling ok? Your face is really red.”

You reached out, almost stroking his cheek, and before he could even think, he snatched your hand away.

“I’m fine!”

You backed up, feeling pain shoot through your heart.

He cursed himself. Why would he do that! He was an idiot, he was just so worried you would see him flustered and well…

The air around you two became thick with tension.

Keigo felt as if it was difficult getting air into his lungs, he felt like he could barely move.

Slowly, he could feel the air around you two become more and more uncomfortable, and all Keigo wanted to do was roll in on himself.

Of course, you felt it too.

You knew something was off about him, he had been acting strangely around you the last few months.

When you had first met Hawks, his charismatic and charming nature made you gush over him immediately. The confidence that oozed from him was so compelling, you were mesmerized by him.

But know? With the way, he had been acting recently? You worried if he was mad, or maybe even hateful towards you. You had grown anxious of that very thought, wondering if you had said or did something that he disliked.

When you two first met, he had easy, flowing conversations with you. But now, he was like a sputtering child. Shy and quiet, slinking away from you, even scared of you it seemed.

You sighed, feeling even colder although Hawks had given you his jacket.

Finally, as if your heart and body couldn’t take it anymore, you spoke, breaking the suffocating silence, “Is something wrong? You keep acting so weird around me.”

His head shot up, looking you over, his mouth sputtering words that didn’t fit together. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes had grown wide, his hands frantically moved, but you cut off his actions.

“We used to have such nice and casual conversations. But lately, it's as if you hate them as if you don’t wanna talk to me. Did I do something wrong? If I did, can you tell me? I promise I’ll stop doing whatever it is!”

This time, he was surprised to find his words coming easily to him, “No! You didn’t do anything at all, I promise! I love talking to you, I love walking into the building and seeing your face, watching you talk is....mesmerizing,” you watched him with wide eyes, and a part of him wished he could stop talking then and there.

But he continued.

“A-and you're so cute with the way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, and you always make my week whenever you come in, I always make sure to be in the office when you're around because I know you’ll come and talk to me. I love seeing your smile when you see me, the way your face brightens up. I don’t hate you, I…”

The words stuck to his throat, but he was unable to get them out.

Your face was twisted into one of shock, still staring at him you said, “You really think all that stuff about me? You really get excited when I come into your office?”

He nodded, looking anywhere but your eyes scared he would confess more to you if he did.

You neared him, hesitant at first, scared he would lash out at you again. Nevertheless, you persisted.

“Hawks,” he could feel your warm breath near him, making him tense, “do you...do you like me?”

It was an embarrassingly childlike thing to say, almost as if you were to children admitting crushes to each other.

Yet, you couldn’t find the best way to fraze it.

With the way Hawks’ body froze over, the redness of his face spreading to every part of his ears and down his neck, you were fairly sure you were correct.

Yet, you waited for a moment for him to confirm or deny.

“Y-yeah, I’m s-sorry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which made Hawks lookup with fearful eyes.

“Oh! I wish you would have told me sooner! Hawks,” you looked back to him, “I like you too stupid!”

If you thought his face couldn’t become redder, you were sorely mistaken. His whole body stiffened, eyes widening, he gaped at you.

“R-r-really?”

“Yes,” you giggled, “for the longest time, too. I believe I’ve liked you since the first time we’ve met. I kept wanting to ask you out, but I guess I was just worried about how you would react, but this whole time you’ve liked me too. I guess we both suck at the romance thing huh.”

He nodded, unsure what else to do.

“And now here we are, admitting our feelings in an elevator, geez, this is beyond cheesy.”

A small chuckle escaped him, “Yeah I guess it is huh. All this time I’ve been nervous for nothing.”

You giggled, “Yup, for nothing. You acted like a scared schoolboy afraid of telling his crush his feelings.”

He smiled, “Well that would make sense, I’ve never been in a relationship before.”

You froze, brain stopping as your heart quickened its pace, “What? Never?”

His body went rigid with the realization of what he had admitted, “No. The commission didn’t want me to get distracted I guess. So I never made any effort to find one, so- um,” he looked away, “Yeah…”

You looked up at him in shock, and before you could stop, the words poured out of your mouth, “What? But you’re- you’re Hawks! People would die to go out with you, your young, nice, charming.”

He scoffed, “Come on, do you really think me acting the way I have been has been charming? And I’ve been so busy...my whole life I guess, so having a relationship has never really been in the cards for me I guess.”

You couldn’t help but slump at his words, “So, you still can’t have a relationship?”

He looked up at you, frantically, “No no! Now I can! I was um…” he was at a loss for words, looking down again.

“I was actually wondering…” his words stopped slowly.

“You were wondering if…” you said slowly.

“If maybe...you would...want to…” god he just couldn’t get the words out, “want to...go out with me?”

He held his breath, till he felt your hand run through his hair.

He looked back at you, seeing you smile before saying, “Well, how can I say no to the number two pro hero? And the guy that I’ve had a crush since… forever.”

He felt his heart leap, his nerves settling, his face coming laxer. He felt like pinching himself, thinking there was no way this was right, no way you had actually liked him back, yet here you were, telling him you wanted to go out.

He felt like he could do anything at that moment like nothing was holding him back.

You brought your hands to his cheek, making him come closer to you.

“Hawks, have you ever kissed anyone before?”

He was thrown off by the question, face, yet again, becoming a scarlet red like his feathers.

“I- well...um,” he nervously scrambled for the words that couldn’t be found.

You just smiled reassuringly at him, gently creasing his face, “It’s ok, Hawks, you can breathe now,” you giggled a bit.

He let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Slowly, he leaned forward, looking desperately into your eyes, as you looked desperately back into.

Slowly, your lips met, soft and subtle. Gentle, and light, Keigo thought there was no better sensation. The way your lips shaped around his felt like pure heaven, he chided himself for not kissing you sooner.

You brought a hand up to his hair, running your hands through it, pulling him more into you. And boy, did he want to get closer.

If it was up to Keigo, he would have spent his whole life kissing you, but alas, you pulled away.

“Wow,” he didn’t mean to say it, it just sorts of slipped out.

You chuckled lightly, “Not so bad yourself, huh.”

As you two laughed, you both felt the elevator slowly rise.

“Oh well,” you sighed, “looks like they figured it out.”

“Um so,” Keigo commanded himself to be steady, “I know a pretty good cafe. Would you...want to come, with me, together, as a-” you cut him off.

“It’s a date.”

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Hawks tag list

@under-the-clouds @shylesbiannerd @roko-ppk @Mikazuki @1small-frogs

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kurokonoboisket · 3 years

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KNB Social Media Headcanons

not me realizing that it’s spelt headcanons and not headcannons after like 6 of these posts 🤡

Kagami:

He has like 2 pictures and they’re both from like 5 years ago and they’re probably bad

pretends like he doesn’t use social media but actually just lurks

He has no pictures but kuroko has like 30 pictures of kagami being dumb and you’ll have to pry those pictures from his cold dead hands he will never take them down

Kuroko:

He has like 20 followers but his account is just an absolute disaster

Every account he has is a spam account

Has about 400 posts but only like 5 are actually pictures of him

Roasts his friends in the comments of their own posts

Kise:

You will find him on every platform you can think of

Actually he will find you 3 seconds after making an account you’ll get a friend request from him and either the algorithms are really good or kise is outside your house with a pair of binoculars waiting for you to finish making your linkedin account so he can add u

Has like 8000 pictures of himself on his instagram but if you ask him about them he’ll tell you he hates all of them

Aomine:

Also like Kagami, he has like no pictures but he’s more open about lurking cause he comments mean shit on his friends posts

By mean shit I mean mean shit but with love

Most of his pictures are like thirsts traps that he posts for like a week and then deletes them and then he does it again and the cycle repeats

Likes to argue with random people online

Midorima:

Has a private account with like 3 followers and he won’t accept your friend request for at least a year

That or he has one specific social media platform that he uses constantly and nothing else

Checking your facebook feed and exclusively seeing scrolling posts from your distant relatives and 5000 horocscope shared posts from midorima

Doesn’t know how social media works

Living personification of old people facebook

Akashi:

Has very professional looking social media that he checks never

You’ll send him something and then 6 months later you’ll get a message from him like ‘haha, I enjoyed this image thank you for the laugh’

Or he’ll send someone a really old meme and they’re just like “Akashi thats from like 7 years ago”

Once a year consistently he’ll go on his friends profile and make sure to like all their posts

Murasakibara:

You will never find him on anything because his account names are definitely some niche inside joke that no one understands

If you do find him you will never understand his posts because he will post shit like just a picture zoomed in on his forehead

Can’t tell if he’s either behind on social media or he’s elavated to another level society isn’t ready for yet

Posting thirsty comments on his friends posts

And since nobody knows his account name people will just see his comments and be like wtf who is this

If you get a weird dm there’s like a 90% chance its him just tryna mess with u

Takao:

Exactly what you think it is

Just one big hot mess

Also posts thirsty comments on his friends posts

Much like Kise he is on everyplatform and he absolutely will find you especially if you don’t want him to

Can’t tell the difference between his shitposts and his non shitsposts

#kuroko no basket #These get more specific everytime I make one #Also takao is in this one because he lives rent free in my thoughts #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #midorima shintarou #akashi seijirou #murasakibara atsushi #tag yourself I am kuroko #i dont proofread these posts and it shows #but sometimes ill come back and reread them and im like do i even know how to read why did i type that

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megansfavourites · 3 years

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Another post about Vida Translations Pokémon Silver, the fan translation you probably never knew about!

Unfortunately, this fan translation appears to be pretty obscure, so it’s not very well-known. I decided to write up on it because no one else seems to be doing so!

I remembered playing it on a GBC multicart that contained a bunch of other games, including the ‘Pokémon World’ version of Gold, Pokémon Puzzle League, Pokémon Pinball, as well as lots of typical filler GBC games you’ll find on multicarts. Swallow, Elavator Action, Circus, Spy Vs Spy, and so on.

It was mostly definitely made in China as I recalled that some of the games’ names in the cart were in Chinese. I had several multicarts, and I think the one that had the Pokémon games in them was the only one with Chinese titles.

I guess that before the official version of Pokémon Silver was released, this fan translation, based on the Japanese rom, was probably made available on the Internet for free. It must’ve been something like the Fire Emblem If English patch, where fans translated parts of the Japanese version before the official English version, called Fates, came out.

An old bulletin board might have hinted at that:

https://www.math.miami.edu/~jam/azure/forum/tuff/ultimatebb.php?ubb=get_topic;f=4;t=000363

The original Vida Translations website is, of course, already long gone, but we can still see how it looked like back in 2000 with the help of Wayback Machine.

We can’t visit any of the links on the site unfortunately.

By the time 2002 came around, the site has been completely revamped, and we don’t see any of the Pokémon translations on it anymore. Not surprising, considering that the official Gold and Silver came out in 2000, and Crystal in 2001. None of the links can still be accessed either, though.

It appears that the site was completely gone by the time 2004 came.

So I guess the people behind the production of the multicarts just took the fan translated roms off the Internet (that were available at that time) and slapped them into the multicart, along with the other GBC roms.

Man, how I wish I could talk to one of the translators from the Vida Translations team someday, and tell them all about how their work made my childhood, even if most the translation is just made-up stuff.

It seems like a lot of people do remember Vida Translations, just that they don’t know it by name:

https://www.reddit.com/r/pokemon/comments/4u2twn/looking_through_my_old_cartridges_i_found_this

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kXrwBcwUDGE

https://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3460171/all

https://gbatemp.net/threads/pokemon-hong-kong-gold-version-ips-patch.456707/

Oh, and the place where I found the rom of Vida Translations Silver from:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Roms/comments/d6hr53/

I remembered that I never made it to Kanto back as a kid, let alone got to battle Erika, so I never knew about the level 127 Octillery though.

(Edit: I later decided to cheat my way to Celadon City to battle Erika, but she didn’t have a level 127 Octillery, just her usual team. I guess the version played by the poster wasn’t Vida Translations Silver, then.)

I recalled how I would restart the game over and over just to enjoy the Pokémon adventures over and over again. The first time I reached Ice Cave, I couldn’t solve the first ice puzzle, so I would always restart the game from that point. I also remembered how I used to try figuring out how to get to the Blackthorn City I see on the map by visiting the foot of the hill at Route 45 and trying to go up the slopes. I used to wonder why I couldn’t just use Fly to go up and reach Blackthorn City.

I also have a memory of crossing the river to the east of New Bark Town and checking the map to see a new region I’ve never seen before, and getting excited about visiting it. I remember the music on that route back then. I couldn’t get past of course, as I didn’t have the final badge yet.

Eventually, in one of my playthroughs, I successfully made it past the whole of Ice Cave and made it to Blackthorn City. However, that was when my parents decided to confiscate my GBC and ban me from playing it again because ‘it’s bad for my eyes’ due to the fact that it had no backlight. When I finally got it back again years later, and when I booted up my game, I found myself saved right outside Ice Cave, in Blackthorn City.

That wasn’t until I’d already played and completed the official Pokémon Silver rom on an emulator on my computer though.

I remembered doing something stupid. I wanted to see if the shortcut to open up the save file deletion option worked, so I did, and some text I couldn’t read came up, and I selected the bottom option, which turned out to be a ‘yes’, and that save file was gone. I didn’t mean to delete it, so I was upset, but I told myself that it was fine as I often restarted my game over and over in the past anyway.

I decided that I wanted to fulfil my childhood room of visiting Kanto on the Vida Translations Silver, so I looked for my old GBA SP charger, and though the backlight had already broke a long time ago, I played through the entire game, up till the point I defeated Red. Even that could have easily been 10 years ago from today.

If only this early fan translation could be as well-known as Pokémon Vietnamese Crystal...

Well, I hope this post will help serve as a starting point!

(And I’d totally play a HGSS text patch that changes all of HGSS’ text into the Vida Translations’ text just for the nostalgia! Complete with all the garbage text too!)

#pokémon #Vida translations #vida trans #Pokémon silver #Vida trans silver #Vida translations silver #fan translation #Vietnamese crystal #Pokémon bootleg #Pokémon fan translation #Pokémon hack

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 2 years

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hello! i have a bit of an unusual answer, but i really like the way you talk about/analyse music and i was wondering, when you listen to a certain song and you like it, are you able to understand why/identify the elements that make it likeable to you? and how do you do it? thanks if you’ll answer!!

Hi anon!!! Thanks for this ask it's really interesting!!

Generally, yes, because I love analysing the things I enjoy and being able to convey what I love about it (I also enjoy doing this with certain things I dislike, actually, I'm often formulating harsh constructive criticism of the media I consume in my head lmao).

Harmony is one of the most important things to me, and, as I've spent quite a lot of time looking at the chords of songs I love and writing songs with chords, I'm relatively good at identifying specific harmonic patterns I enjoy (like certain progressions or the use of "special chords" like the minor fourth, double dominants, picardy thirds etc.) off the cuff when I hear them. So that's an aspect I've mostly trained myself to be able to recognize specifically.

There are also melodic lines I adore, but I don't think there's much of a reason for those, it just vibes with me or it doesn't (but I have very strong opinions sometimes about whether a melody resolved itself the "correct" way and if I disagree with a songwriter on the "correct" way too often I'll probably not be able to get into them).

Lyrics can be interesting to me in a variety of ways. I can relate to them or be moved by the story they tell, which is usually a gut reaction. I do love good wordplay ("Every time you double-cross my mind"), whivh is for the most part easily identifiable. If the song has peaked my interest enough, I'll probably spend time thinking about the execution of the lyrics, how effectively they convey the idea and how well the rest of the song compliments them. So that's usually something that only comes after five to ten listens. (Also lyric-delivery is to be honest extremely underrated and oftentimes can elavate a line that looks bad on paper to the highlight of a song.)

On that note, production and rhythmic lines can grip me from the beginning, on their merits of my simply "vibing" with them from the beginning, or later on I can realize how well they contribute to the song as a whole. Or maybe during some listen I'll choose to follow a specific instrument and that can change my perspective on the production or song as a whole.

I'm also Kind Of a music theory snob, in that when I recognize things that differ from "standard 101 pop music" I'll find that cool for that reason alone (but that doesn't mean I hate all standard music). It can be as simple as the triplets (as opposed to the standard 4/4 time signature of the rest of the song) in I Need You during the line "And feeling like this, I just-can't-go on-an-y-more", which just really make that moment in the song feel special.

Also, playing a song or singing to it really helps me understand how the song works and why I love it. Also certain great covers or alternative versions of songs can shed a whole new perspective.

#hope i answered this to your liking :)#i can go into more details if something wasnt as clear as youdve liked #ask #anon #music talk

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jupitermelichios · 5 years

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Batman & Robin is the only good live-action Batman movie since 1966. No really.

(To be clear, when I say good in this case, I mean the only good adaptation, not the only well-made made film. Joel Schumacher has never made a competent film in his life, and while I’m fairly sure Christopher Nolan doesn’t have a soul, he is definitely a skilled technical film-maker).

So a quick run-down of live-action Batman movies to date:

1. 1989′s ‘Batman’ desperately wants to be something other than a superhero movie. This will be a running theme in what follows. The decision to focus on the romance to the exclusion of almost every other relationship was a really bad choice that I can only put down to a strong desire to be making a Bond Film instead. Also that version of the Joker is just... really bad, honestly. Mark Hamill’s joker is creepy, Heath Ledger’s Joker was manic, even Leto’s Joker had a kind of dream-like quality to him (which owes more to the camera work than the acting, but I’ll take it). Nicholson’s Joker is just sort of... there. The only compelling thing about him is the score, which is working so hard to try and make us care. (Seriously, try watching any of his scenes with the music off. What little tension there was vanishes instantly).

2. 1992′s Batman Returns. Why is Batman in this movie? Could Burton not get funding for the sexy mental patient fights freak-show survivor movie he actually wanted to be making? So little would change about this movie if you took Batman out of it, but I guess if we did that we’d have to give Selina Kyle a personality beyond ‘outdated and uncomfortable even for the 90s attitudes towards female sexuality’. (Get it, if a woman is sexually available she must be crazy!) I do fully admit this is a fun movie, and I dig the aesthetic it’s going for, it’s just a bad Batman movie.

3. 1995′s Batman Forever. I think we can all agree - fuck this movie. Joel Schumacher is not a good film-maker on his good days, and this is not one of his good days. The script is weak, Val Kilmer won’t stop pouting, Tommy Lee Jones is trying but he’s the only one who is and he’s not trying very hard. The decision to add a Robin was good, the decision to make that Robin in his mid 20s and easily the second worst thing about the movie was absolutely not. Everything Jim Carey does in this movie is terrible. (Everything Jim Carey does in most movies of this era is terrible, because you should only ever hire Carey if you want the film to be about him and absolutely no one else. He does not share the frame well.) Also this movie fucked over Billy D Williams, who had accepted a bit part in Batman Returns on the understanding that he would play Two-Face in the next movie.

4. 1997′s Batman & Robin. The film so bad Clooney would reportedly refund you the cost of the cinema ticket out of his own pocket if you told him you’d seen it. The only good one. Okay, technically this movie is bad. Joel Schumacher had not got any more competent since 1995. However, a combination of performers alternately chewing the scenery and trying not to corpse and a surreal neon asthetic that no one asked for but which would go on to be ripped off by so many video games, make this one of the very few actually fun Batman movies. But we’ve already established fun =/= good adaptation, so why’s it a good Batman movie? Because it gives a damn about its source material, and that source material is not Batman comics of the 80s and 90s (which is good because they were still letting Frank Miller write for them back then) but the 1966 TV Show/movie. The bad jokes, the sudden inclusion of Batgirl, the leotards, the kooky asthetic and ‘everyone’s at least slightly drunk’ tone, the super-styalised version of the Batsuit (like them or not, Bat-nipples are as memorable as 1966′s Bat-eyebrows), all of these can be traced right back to ‘66. This movie is a neon love-letter to Adam West, and it is the only love-letter in the entire Bat-movie canon, which is why it’s the only good one.

5. 2005′s Batman Begins is what you get when you combine a director who doesn’t like Batman with a writer who doesn’t like Batman and a producer who doesn’t care about Batman. It’s a technically competent (if poorly cast) film, that Ayn Rand would almost certainly have enjoyed immensely, and that desperately doesn’t want to be a Batman movie. This is a Serious Movie you guys, not like Batman Returns and Batman & Robin, this movie is above petty concerns like fun or asthetics. The target audience for this movie a) people who don’t like Batman or superheroes in general and b) the kind of Batman fans who claim Stephanie Brown was never Robin because she’s a girl. The sort of fans who purchased All-Star Batman & Robin and TDKR II. The only redeeming feature of this film is Cillian Murphy.

6. 2008′s The Dark Knight. You probably remember this movie being fun, and you’re not wrong exactly, but what you’re actually remembering is Heath Ledger. Ledger is fun in this movie, and he’s so god-damned fun he comes really close to redeeming the entire film. With a different film-maker he probably would have done, but this is Nolan, so instead of being a fun stupid romp, this another Serious Movie. The camp is undercut but the seriousness, the seriousness is undercut by the camp, the script makes no sense whatsoever, and the result is so confused that, like Suicide Squad, viewers find they’ve forgotten a lot of what they actually saw and just remembered the points of interest. Every time I rewatch this film I’m surprised by half of what happens in it, because my brain has blocked out everything that it’s Heath Ledger or Michael Cain, and I’m definitely not alone in that. Also it’s a Nolan movie, so it desperately doesn’t want to be a superhero movie. Superhero movies don’t win Oscars and Oscar nominations are the only way Nolan can feel joy anymore. (Obviously that’s a joke. Christopher Nolan has never felt joy.)

7. 2012′s The Dark Knight Rises is actually my favourite of the Nolan films, despite being technically the worst. The plot is so nonsensical and confused that it actually forgets to be a Serious Movie for whole minutes at a time and becomes something approaching a Batman movie. A lot of that is Anne Hathaway, who is doing the best job of elavating a terrible script through great acting that I have even seen. The fact that you like or care about her character is down entirely and exclusively to Hathaway’s charm and charisma. Apart from that it’s another Nolan ‘Batman is stupid that’s why I made three movies about him’ movie. Also the fight choreography in this is really bad. Like, form an orderly queue inside the shot so we can all atttack Batman one at a time but the audience can see us waiting our turn Bad. The only person doing a good job with the fighting is Hathaway’s stunt-double, who is doing it all in one of the most impractical outfits ever put on screen.

8. Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. Some people liked this film, and that’s fine. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with liking a bad film - hell I almost exclusively like bat films. Batfleck was pretty good casting, and Henry Caville looks a lot like Superman. Snyder is for the most part a very good technical film-maker, who has a lot of fun with the camera. Amy Adams is woefully miscast, but it’s not like she’s not a great actor. It’s just... I’m sorry guys, I know that saying a bad film is bad is now seen as a personal attack on the people who liked it, but it’s just a bad movie! The editing is terrible, the script is dire, laughably bad in places, and worst of all, it hates Superheroes. It hates Superheroes so much the only DC canon it could think to adapt was Frank Miller’s extended fuck you to comic-book fans. The picked as the source material for a movie with Superman’s name on it, a comic by a writer who openly hates Superman! Also there’s plot contrivances, there’s plot holes, and then there’s people thinking Superman shot someone. With a gun. When he has lazer eyes. David Ayer has never written a good script in his life, and if he worked in any other industry he’d have stopped getting work two decades ago, but this is probably the worst thing he’s written.

So yeah, Batman & Robin is the only good Batman movie, because it’s the only one that is about Batman. It is totally shameless, high camp that knows it’s high camp, knows Superheroes are inherently stupid and that that’s not the same as worthless or uninteresting, knows Batman is only as interesting as his supporting cast, and revels in it. (And the most frustrating thing is, given a better script this is exactly the kind of movie Snyder would probably have made. More gold and abs and less neon, but kooky over-the-top fun that doesn’t think a film has to be art to be worthwhile. Fucker Ayer and the people who hired him for denying us that.)

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stray-tori · 5 years

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Nice video explaining what I already kind of got from the manga readers and really highlighting an interesting dilemma between adaption and original.

I also wrote a way-too long comment:

Anime-only here! I have heard a lot of stuff like this about the adaption, and I didn't get it. I felt like people were calling my admiration for this show wrong, because it's so much worse than the manga. And I got really defensive of the anime because of my personal pride and beliefs. I too am anime-only for everything I watch, the only thing I've ever read was Noragami and even then, I know the anime butchered some stuff, but I'm still more likely to re-watch than re-read it.

The inner thoughts are def missing and it wouldn't have hurt to have them in it, but I feel like the anime does a great job of conveying everything important the characters think through other means. The one exception is Norman, he's so calm 1000% of the time in the anime and I was shocked when I read the part where he has that existential crisis because Mama used them to prepare Krone's room; and Krone who becomes stupid when she screams/sings out her plans in a house that probably doesn't have sound-proof walls. Then again, Emma also terrifyingly screams two times and nobody seems to notice X'D As you can probably tell I read some of the manga. I'm still anime-only though, I just sometimes check out the stuff I hear people say they butchered. And I often find myself appreciating the panels and art and inner thoughts even if I think the anime is doing okay without them (since most of them are pretty self-explanatory, told through different means or just leave more room for characters interpretation and makes everyone a black box, whom we can't trust, which really elavates the Ray-Traitor Thing for me because until ep7 I didn't trust Ray AT ALL because I didn't know what he was thinking. Now knowing what he thinks in the manga, it's obvious he's on their side); but ultimately it doesn't have the same emotional resonance with me. I look at the manga equivalent and sometimes I think "yeah ok... i get it" and sometimes I think "this is so vastly different in atmosphere, but I really like both" and sometimes I just think "I don't get it. The anime does basically the same. Why am I not seeing what everyone else is not okay with?"

Also on the thoughts thing: They wouldn't have hurt, yeah, but honestly especially in the latest episode while reading the manga parts. Norman going to the sink? It got me way more in the anime. It was so... silent, so incredibly slow and silent. And just took time to breathe. if it was littered with his thoughts this wouldn't be the same. Both of these scenes are so different? In the manga it feels more dark, desperate, more active... and I can see why changing that would bother some people. But the anime. gosh, that silence. It feels so sincere. Less about throwing thoughts in our faces and more about letting the silence stand on its own. Now having thoughts here and there wouldn't stop them from excluding them just in that scene, if they really wanted to, sure. But idk I, as anime-only, see some reason in not having them. Maybe I'm just trying to defend what I love...

I think you're the first person I've heard talking about the anime's shortcomings who actually points out that it could be very likely that the first medium we experience something in, will always be special to us and will always kind of be the "right" version in our minds. The first way we experience a Story in will always have some kind of emotional response from us because we remember seeing it the first time and that creates the assoziation with the feelings we've had. Yes, the manga looks darker in both art and atmosphere, the art itself is amazing, the inner thoughts make these characters feel so much closer to us, I know. I know, now I can admit: The manga is probably objectively better (if there even is such a thing). And yet, I will always be biased towards the anime, even if I see its shortcomings, even if I get why people don't love it as much as I do. I will always remember it fondly, and I will always kind of not care about its shortcomings... (some people would say I just don't love TPN enough and that's why it's not bothering me, but I know what keeps me hyped and anxious and upset all night.. ;))

#tpn #tpn anime #tori has opinions #not my video #not my content

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captainvictoryboat · 6 years

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Behind The Scenes 4 (7/?)

Author’s note: I last minute changed a part of this scene so i am not use how much i like it or how it is going to effect everything. (technically i took a detail out so yeah i don’t want this to change things too much)

*The part i took out was because the topic was a trigger to me, so i only scratched the surface the whole thing. You still get the main idea, i just imply more that what is written. I am sorry about that*

Genre: fluff? (but with suga)

Word Count: 1793

Summary: Suga and y/n bring up kinda bring up somme deep stuff.

ALL PARTS

( i am debating making a new gif for this part. I still don’t know how far i will go with the story but this gif is like a bit over a year old haha)

You heard a loud thud right next to you. You opened your eyes and searched of the source of the sound.

“Aish.” He grunted. Immediatley you recognized who it was

Your eyes adjusted to the dark room and you saw the silhouette in the fetal position grabbing his knee.

“Yoongi are you okay?” you whispered

“Yeah” he groaned as he crawled up to you. “Scoot over and don’t hog the blanket this time.”

You moved to the wall, giving him enough space to join you

When he situated himself next to you, he fixed the blanket over the two of you. His hand went to your wait and you scooted closer to him.

You could sensed his body heat and already felt so much warmer. You could smell his faded cologne, happy that you weren’t getting any hints of beer on him

“Hi.” He said with a bit of frustration in his voice

Things had changed over the past week and a half. V went back to his room, jimin fnially able to sleep in his own bed again. Jin’s resentment towards you had come down a tiny bit and he only stuck to the enraged stare if you ever encountered each other in the living room on those late nights watching tv with v. Suga and Jhope were actually trying to cut down again. You could see it. They were still struggling but they were trying harder than they were the first time. Jungkook… There was more space between you and Jungkook. According to V, Jungkook felt you wee a bit mad at him over the argument with your dad. V said that he therefore advised Jungkook to give you some space (because he remembered how annoyed you were about Jungoook and Suga). Jimin however denied this. Jimin pointed out that Jungkook never listens to anyone so he wouldn’t listen to V’s advice. Jimin said that Jungkook was just going to the gym more because he wanted to make sure he looked good for the comeback. You weren’t too sure which was the real reason and you didn’t really care. You liked that he wasn’t around because it made everything easier with Suga. Suga was the one sneaking into your room every so often so you coud talk some more(*cough* make out a bit *cough*). Tonight was probably his third night coming over to be with you.

“Hello Mr. Grumpy.”

“I am sleep deprived, hungry, physically drained, going through withdraws, stressed, and I just tripped and hurt my knee do you really blame me for being grumpy?” he said with a tired smile “I want to get drunk so bad!” he whined. “ Remind me why I am not blacked out right now.”

“Because you claim to love me.”

“Oh yeah.” he remembered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, unable to deny his lips. But you left it at just one to let him know you were trying to be serious about not wanting him to drink.

“If you are so tired, why are you in here again?”

He gasped at you. “Again? You think I am in here too much? you don’t want me here or what?”

You laughed and slapped his arm. “You know what I mean.”

He shrugged. “I can’t sleep. You know how it is.

“You have really deep bags under your eyes from not sleeping. I am sure the stylists are mad at you. Have you tried sleeping medicine? Being sleepy isn’t gonna help with your writing either. Hobi told me that Namjoon was on your ass the other day and had a melt down at the studio.

His eyes shifted a bit. You could feel his body get tense. “Last thing in need to to get myself fixed on pills like Hobi.” He mumbled. “I just got a lot on my mind and getting drunk is the only thing that would help.” there he was bringing up the beer again. He had done well with going cold turkey so far, but by the way he was whining, things were getting harder without it.

“What do you keep thinking about?”

He rolled onto his back, putting space between the two of you. “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t seem like that. Is it the deadline? The solo?”

“No”

“Is it jin? You all have been good in keeping him away. My bruises are gone now. I am fine… except for my pa- Is that what is getting to you?" Lately that is where your mind always went. Being alone in the room, all you would do was think oof your parents. Thankfully the guys were aware and they would try to cheer you up, this being now of the reasons suga snuck in. He never said it, but you knew he went back to this tactic of sneaking into your room and coming into your bed as a way of keeping your mind off your parents. But maybe this was putting alot of stress on him, maybe you were the reason he was feeling this way.

“No!” He rolled back on his side and pulled you into hug. “you aren’t stressing me out. Don’t think that way.”

Still, just bringing them up made you sad again and you coudn;t help but start crying.

“Hey don’t cry. It’s alright.”

“I just miss them.” you whimpered.

“I know I know. But remember what we said the other night. We know that they still love you, they are just upset because that dickhead down the hall lied. And we agreed that was for the best! It means that they aren’t going to be on his radar anymore ad they are going to be safe.”

“…Yeah”

He wiped away the tears that trickled down the side of your face. “ What’s bothering me is nothing, don’t worry about it ok.”

A very stubborn you shook your head at him. You weren’t going to let yourself get distracted with your own problem “No. I know you want to talk about it. Don’t feel like you cant tell me anything anymore! I can take it. I am here for you. Tell me. Talking about it might help you sleep. It might keep you from wanting to drink. Tell me.”

You could make out his features from the light coming in between the curtain. You could see the creases on his forehead, the uneasy look in his eye as he looked at you, his quivering lip. He was conflicted. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Yoongi, tell me.”

“…It’s Aiko.” He said to so softly you could barey hear him despite how close he was to you

Hearing her name broght back a waved of memories and emotion. You let out a deep breath “Oh… ok” you said as you tried to hold back that tears that were forming in your eyes again

“I can’t get her out of my head.” he sniffled. “I can’t stop thinking about how her family is feeling right now. I can’t stop thinking of what things would be like if I just did one thing different. I can’t get your words out of my head. You were right, she trusted me! I hurt her when all she did was want to do something for me! And- And the little sleep I get, she is in my dreams! And- she- she talks to me and-“ that’s when he broke.

He shoved his head in to the pillow. He was crying so hard, although muffled, his sobs filled the room.

“What’s going on?” Jimin’s sleepy voice asked.

You saw jimin sit up from the bed

That’s when Suga tried to stop crying.

“Yoongi?” Jimin turned on his lamp. “Yoongi are you crying?”

“It’s nothing Jimin.” You told “Can you just give us a few minutes.”

“…Yeah… I- I have to go to the bathroom anyway…” Jimin said as he slowly got off the bed. His confused eyes were glued on suga as he left the room. “Are you sure everything gis ok?”

“Yeah we are only talking

JK POV

Blood. Fire. Guns. The nightmares wouldn’t stop. How could he sleep with dead eyes staring back at him.

Jungkook stood up from his bed in a cold sweat. He looked at his phone, 2:17am. There was only five hours left before he was supposed to wake up.

He took off his shirt, just a way to try and cool down. His fingers ran through his damp hair in an attempt to calm himself down and remind himself that everything was a dream. (of course it didn’t help since he knew that although, yes it was a nightmare, it was still a reality that he was causing)

“Water. I need water...”

His sore legs moved moved him out of the room and down the hall. In the dark hallway, the light coming from under the bathroom was enough to light the way to the kitchen. He didn’t care who was up, his mission was to go quench his thrist

In the kitchen he dug himself into the fridge in search of a bottle of water. Once he did, he chugged it sown in a good 10 seconds

It was when he hunched over to catch his breath, the idea came to him to go to y/n’s room. A week had been long enough to give her some space. Things were probably better now.

He was a bit more awake as he waddled down the hall. He reached for the door knob when suddenly it moved. In a panic, he jumped back and shuffled in the direction of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook heard a voice ask him just as he was a few feet from the kitchen

He stopped, it was time to be cool. He “yawned” as he turned around to the source of the question. “What?” he grumbled, scratching a fake itch on his chest.

“What are you doing?” suga asked more harshly

“I thought I lived in south korea, when was it illegal for me to get some water.”

Suga scoffed at him

“But I think I should be the one asking you that. Why are you coming out of y/n’s room?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I said it before, if it involves y/n, it is my business.”

Suga walked up to him, stucking his jaw out all smug like. “So just becuase you are her fake boyfriend you think you can starting interrogating me as if are her real one? I think you are forgetting who it the hyung here, let alone your actually relationship to y/n.”

Jungkook looked right into Suga’s bloodshot eyes. “Just because you are older doesn’t make you any better than me or any better for y/n. Leave her alone and let her sleep instead of bothering her with your drunk ranting.”

“I’m not bothering her if she wants me in there. Not like you would know, she doesn’t even look in your direction.” Suga said as he walked off to his room

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ijustwant2write · 7 years

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Hold My Hand-Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot

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Summary: (Y/N) is a S.H.I.E.LD agent who in a recent mission lost her hand. She is very insecure about it and gets frustrated over the little things she can no longer do. Bucky sees her displeasure, in a random act of kindness he teaches her that it’s ok to have a prosthetic limb.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Sadness, talk of self hatred, arguing, mentions of torture and violence but fluff along the way

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‘Come on, just grab it, your ID is right there!’

Fumbling around in my bag, I could feel the line of people behind me growing as they impatiently waited for me to pick up my S.H.I.E.L.D ID card. I still wasn’t used to this. My left had was no longer there. For now there was just a stump until S.H.I.E.L.D finished making my robotic one.

“Do you need some help ma'am?” the security guard asked me.

Giving up, I shamefully nodded. He grabbed it for me, scanning it before giving it back. As soon as I took it, I sprinted towards the elavator, not wanting to face the embarrassment. This was my first day back after the mission that got my left hand cut off. I wanted everything back to normal, this was the way to do it. Stepping off on my floor, I rushed to my office, collapsing into my desk chair.

'Just get on with your work, it will all be fine soon.’

To log into my computer I had to scan my fingerprint. Subconsciously I reached out with my left arm, only to pull it back when I realised I couldn’t use it. Sighing, I placed my right thumb on the scanner, watching as the computer screen loaded. I was like a secretary, filing things and documenting them. This meant I had a very high level here. I had access to a lot of important information, hence why I was kidnapped and tortured by HYDRA.

'Let’s start with typing up the minutes from those meetings, something nice and easy.’

Setting up everything was fine until came to typing, I was stuck. Of course I could still use my right hand to type but it was going to take even longer to get all my work done. One of the advantages I had was typing quickly and efficiently (exciting, I know). What was I supposed to do now?

'What about writing? I could just write stuff down instead.’

Again, without thinking I reached for a pen with my writing hand which happened to not be there anymore. That was the point where I wanted to break down, scream and trash the place. I probably couldn’t even do that properly.

“Agent (Y/L/N),” Fury’s voice came through in the phone,“I need you to bring me the files on the HYDRA agents we captured last week. Another agent placed them in the filing room but I need you to retrieve them.”

I answered immediately.“Yes sir, I’ll be there right away.”

Yes I still had my right hand and the rest of my left arm, however it was still incredibly difficult adjusting to it. People don’t realize how much we rely on hands, I think if I even lost a finger I would be disoriented. Luckily I was able to grab the files, without much hassle before heading to Fury’s office. Knocking on the floor with my foot, I heard him call me in but I then had the problem opening the door as my hand was preoccupied. It startled me when the door opened, revealing Steve Rogers behind it.

I blushed harshly as I walked in.“Thank you.”

Walking to Fury’s desk I spotted Bucky Barnes sat in a seat also. This was embarrassing, I hated people I didn’t know seeing my non-existent hand. As I placed the folders on Fury’s desk, I caught him staring at it. He of all people should know how self conscious you get when something like this happens to you.

“Do you need anything else sir?” I asked Fury who was sat down.

“Yes, please take a seat.” he gestured behind me.

Hesitantly I did as I was told, sitting across from the two super soldiers. This was making me nervous, what on earth could they want from me?

“Gentlemen, this is Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I’m sure you know who these guys are.” Fury introduced us.“Agent (Y/L/N) was the one who was captured by HYDRA and who they wanted to get information from.”

“I’m very sorry for what happened to you.” the captain said to me.

Bucky nodded his head in agreement.

I stuttered, still not sure why wanted me.“T-thank you.”

Fury spoke again.“Agent (Y/L/N), I know we questioned you straight after the incident, but we were hoping for some more insight. We think we found the guys who did this to you, they may be part of a bigger picture. These two men are in charge of taking them down. If you aren’t too uncomfortable with it, we would like to interview you again.”

“Yes.” I blurted out.

“Are you sure you don’t want to think about it?”

“I….they need to be caught. They could be doing the same thing they did to me to others around the world. We need to stop them.”

Fury slightly smiled.“Alright, if you’re sure. We’ll send someone down later to arrange the time and place. You are dismissed.”

I stood up.“Thank you sir, gentlemen.”

It had been an hour since the small meeting. Returning to my office I began typing up what needed to be, deciding that I should just get on with it. My mind kept wandering back to Bucky and his arm. He too was given that by HYDRA, though for very different reasons. He still went through pain and torture.

'I wonder if he’s come to terms with it or whether he’s waiting for a human-like one such as me? But it sort of makes him who he is really, he would be strange without it.’

My thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at the door. Looking up, I was shocked to see the Winter Soldier himself standing there. I had heard he was reclusive, still trying to rehabilitate. Gesturing for him to come in, I watched as his tensed body approached me.

“Uh, hi. I’m sorry if I’m disturbing your work but I wanted to talk to you.” he admitted quietly.

I sent him a small smile.“That’s ok. I’ve not been getting much done due to…well due to this.” I held up my left arm.

“I’m sorry they did that to you. They’re monsters.”

“Didn’t have to chop up my hand to tell me that.”

“Aren’t you getting a prosthetic?”

“Yeah, they’re making it here for me but it had to be pushed back.”

“I’m sorry for the questions and barging in on you. It’s just….when I saw you walk in, it was easy to see how unhappy you were. I felt like I needed to say something to you.”

For some reason, I felt like I could really talk to him.“I’m unhappy because I can’t do such normal, easy things. It’s taking me ages to write up these notes, I can’t even open a door, I’m not a normal person anymore!”

“Well neither am I.”

I groaned as I realised what I said.“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that-”

He chuckled.“Honestly it’s fine. Can I ask what happened?”

I had told this story so many times, what was the harm in telling it again?

“I have access to S.H.I.E.L.D’s data, all the secrets, missions, experiments and so on. HYDRA managed to capture me and began with their tortures. After what seemed like years being stuck wherever I was, it seemed that they had had enough too. They put one of their threats to work, cutting off my left hand and tried to use my fingers and thumb fingerprints to get the information they wanted.”

Bucky’s mouth dropped open a little as he sat in the chair opposite my desk.“I-God I’m so sorry. I know you’ve probably heard that a hundred times already.”

“Thanks. It was stupid of me to think that I could come in today and everything be normal. Writing is a major part of my job, how can I do that with one hand?”

“I’ve seen the prosthetics S.H.I.E.L.D makes, once you get one of those you’ll be back to normal.”

It was weird hearing this from him, from a stranger.“Sergeant Barnes, do you mind if I ask a question? It may be a bit personal though.”

“I just asked you why your hand was cut off, of course you can.”

“Um…has S.H.I.E.L.D ever offered you a different arm?”

He was surprised by this.“Yes they did. But I said no. Even though I’ve done bad things, I don’t want to get rid of it.” There was silence between us then. I think we were both deep in thought about the topic. Again, I risked it, wanting to ask him another question.

“Again I’m sorry for the questions, but do you think things will be ok after I get my hand?”

He smiled.“For you, I know so.”

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MONSIEUR PRINCE CHARMING | PREVIEW

// So this is a preview of my unpublished and on the works book "Monsieur Prince Charming". I wanted to share a snippet, the first chapter, of it and see if anyone likes it. Maybe in the near future when I feel confident enough, you might find it in Wattpad.// CHAPTER ONE - Bonjour, bonjour France! - Where I stood on the Eiffel tower overlooks the breathtaking Champ De Mars. Everything you could see is from up here. The bright shining sun intensifies the grass wearing green. Also with the small figures as people shifting about below me. Today is the definition of a perfect day- the clear blue sky and cottons of white clouds. It is surely a scene to remember. So with that, I took out my vintage film camera my mother gave me as a gift before I went away to this trip when I met up with my parents. I moved a few steps back before bringing the camera to my face, peering into the eye lens. I'm particularly precise with my shots. Photography always has caught my attention. There is always a hundred words in a picutre, a deeper meaning - a story behind it. And I would exactly like my pictures to potray that. Make it clear for people to know that there is more to say from my captured moments. I pressed to shutter button making a click sound; a photo taken, "Don't tell me you took a photo without me in it" I turned towards Julia, my best friend who brought the idea of making our summer break a worth rather than anticipating the next school year at NYU. So we gathered all of our savings from highschool graduation (and some help from our parents) and booked the cheapest flight here. Though we did think well of where we would be staying. Less spent on the flight rather than an average amount on it would mean a better hotel. Our accomodation might not be the most extravagant but not the worst. It's just enough to not regret our trip here if we don't get a nice rest. Besides, there is still much left from our budget to spend for shopping. "It was just a test shot" I joked. I looked around me for someone to take a photo of Julia and I. It was crowded with people though I would have thought that it would be filled with more. Seeing a young adult who seems to be kind from his appearance, I called, "Uhm, excuse me sir" He looked at me and smiled. "How may I help you, mademoiselle ?" he asked with a hint of a french accent in the end. "Is it all right if I were to ask you to take a photo of my freind and I?" I asked waving my camera with an approachable look. "Of course" he said and took my camera. Before going to Julia, "Oh, just press that button there" I pointed at the shutter button. He gave me a nod and put the camera infront of his face. I stood beside Julia and had our backs turned towards the camera. We both leaned against the railing and looked at the distance as a gush of wind made both of our hair fly away to the side. A sudden thought that the picture would have captured the perfect moment - that's if the guy caught it at the right time, of course. "Here you go" I heard the man say handing me bac the camera. "I'm pretty sure I got it at the right moment when your hair flew to the side, making a nice picture" he said exactly imitating my idea. I gave him a heart warming smile and took the camera. "Merci beaucoup. Bonne journée " I thanked and greeted him a nice day. Julia and I walked off as she gave him a smile. "I really should have paid more attention at French class" she implied. I laughed at what she said. "That was like 3 years ago until you dropped it at the last year" "Oh well I didn't think it would come in handy" She hooked our arms together while we made our way towards the elavator and whispered, "You got to admit, he's kinda cute" Chuckling, "Ehm... not really my type but yeah I guess he is" I stated my honest opinion. "You should have asked for his name" "Nah, leave it. It's not like I live here anyways" "Well...think of it though, a french boyfriend" I teased. "That does sound cool but I don't want to upset Dan" she said with an obvious excusive tone. "He did seem quite upset to hear you'll be gone for Paris" I sated, remebering his reaction when Julia told him. We reached the line to the only access to the bottom which wasn't as long. "How are you guys by the way? You went to a couple of dates with him, right?" "Yeah, I did. I just don't know if he's really in to me, you know? I mean I'm willing to comit to a relationship with him and I hope he sees that but I just can't seem to figure out if he feels the same way" "This is probably the most cliché advice ever, but you just have do be patient with him. He's probably thinking the same thoughts as you right now, and just waiting for the right time to ask you" I managed to say with little experience myself. Don't get me wrong, I have been in a few relationships but they've never really worked out how I expected it to. All the guys I've dated, I liked. I never loved any of them because they didn't treat me like it. For me, at least. It's like they have their own definition of love unlike mine. At last it was our turn to ride the quite small, quite rackety elavator. Julia and I squeezed in along with six more people. I honestly have no clue how we all fit inside. It wasn't long until the lift halted to a stop on soil ground, well cement rather. We all stepped out and walked out of the cramped space where we stood. I embraced the open area with such eager. Any more longer compressed in that area, my clastrophobia might take over. "You okay? Quite a tight space on the lift" Julia asked who was aware of my fear of confinment. "I'm fine, thanks" I gave her a reassuring sile and hooked our arms once again. "So, do you want to get something to eat?" I asked as I look at my watch. It was just a little bit past lunch. "Sure. I heard of this cafe called Cafe De Flore " she attempted a French accent, which to my surprise nailed it. I gace her an awed look and Julia cheekily replied, "The only thing I learned in French was the accents" I shook my head while a beaming smile on my face.

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