#caught myself thinking wow if I ever have a kid they’re doing a sport or group sport because that’s how you get social and emotional confide

[sunshinejihyun]

Wedding Bells - Saeyoung Choi

Summary: A dating app brings two unexpected people together

A note about this work: All of the RFA members have significant others (besides Saeyoung, MC is used for this fic as normal) that are referred to by name. Those are my OC’s and they’re the names I use when I play those characters routes. I just needed to give everyone a happy ending, okay?

Here is a quick breakdown: Yoosung and Wenyn Zen and Briar Jaehee and Cordelia Jumin and Luce

You can meet all my OC’s here!

Word count: 5.4k

Masterlist

“What do you mean I have to have a date to your wedding?” Saeyoung Choi stood staring out his kitchen window, his phone pressed against his ear and his best friend, Yoosung was spewing some ridiculous ideas into his ear.

“I mean just that. Bring a date, everyone thinks you have a girlfriend.” Yoosung’s voice sounded muffled on the other end and Saeyoung’s brow furrowed. “Sorry, Wenyn was trying to tell me something. But seriously, bring a date or else!”

“Where am I supposed to find a date in the next two weeks?” Saeyoung rubbed at the part of his nose that his glasses rested. “You know what - never mind. I’ll figure it out. Talk to you later!” Before Yoosung could get another word in, Saeyoung was pressing the end call button.

Two questions were ringing clearly in his head: first, why the hell would Yoosung tell everyone he was seeing someone and where the hell was he supposed to meet a girl to bring to a wedding on such short notice?

Sitting himself down at his computer, Saeyoung found himself looking at dating sites, only half considering making an account. After one bad tinder date, he had ended up deleting himself from the app (and hacking into her phone to erase his number, but that was a different story) and vowed to never go on another dating app. But desperate times called for desperate measures, so he’d have to make do with the resources he had which is how Saeyoung found himself signing up for Tinder for the second time.

-

“Any luck on the date hunt?” Yoosung had stopped by Saeyoung’s bunker in hopes of stowing away for a few hours; wedding planning was tough and the blond needed some time away from it all.

“No, I rejoined tinder but it seems the only people who match with me want me to pay for their OnlyFans - I don’t even know what that is! - or just don’t respond! I’m getting frustrated.” Saeyoung whined, glaring at his blond friend. “Tell me why you had to tell everyone I was seeing someone?”

“I don’t know! You’re the only one from the RFA not bringing a date, I didn’t want you to feel left out!” Yousung replied, looking over Saeyoung’s shoulder and swiping right on the tinder profile Saeyoung was currently looking at. “What if.. You make your own app?”

“My own app?” Saeyoung echoed and Yoosung nodded, letting Saeyoung bounce the idea around in my head. “I’d have to hack some websites like Facebook and Twitter to advertise it, but that would be a good idea.”

Yoosung grinned, happy to have supplied Saeyoung with a good idea and patted his friend on the shoulder. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Wenyn’s probably freaking out wondering where I am since I said I was going to the convenience store for milk. I’ll text you later and check on how your app is coming along!”

Saeyoung barely heard his younger friend, mind already reeling as he started figuring out how to design his new app.

-

“MC! Good morning, the usual?” Jaehee Kang was standing behind her bakery’s counter, cleaning the steam spout on the coffee machine as you approached the counter. Ever since Jaehee and her partner Cordelia had opened up this shop, you’ve been a frequent customer and have become friends with both the women who ran it.

“Good morning, Jaehee! And, yes please.” You replied, looking down at your phone and chewing your nail nervously.

“Something on your mind?” The girl’s long hair was tied back today and you laughed as she continually pushed a piece of hair that fell out of place before starting on your coffee order,

“Eh, it’s nothing bad. Just having a family party and everyone’s expecting me to bring a date. A date that I definitely don’t have.” You locked your phone before shoving it in your pocket so you were able to grab your drink from Jaehee.

“I have a friend who just finished designing an app,” Jaehee’s voice was soft as she spoke of this person, like they were someone who she held very dear to her heart. “It might help you with your problem. It’s called Wedding Bells, look it up on the app store.”

“Wedding Bells? I’m not looking to get married!” You laughed and headed for the door, letting the next customer order from Jaehee. She sent you a small smile and a wave before putting all her attention on the man standing in front of her.

As you were walking back to your house, curiosity got the best of you and you pulled out your phone before searching Wedding Bells on the app store. A simple ‘W’ was the app’s logo and the description was: ‘Looking for a fake date to a wedding or another family function? Look no further! With Wedding Bells, you’re connected with other people looking for dates!’

Without thinking about it too much, you downloaded the app and when you got home, you sat down and started filling out your profile. It asked for specifics, like the exact date and time you needed someone with you as well as your likes and dislikes and from there gave you a small list of 10 people they think you’d be a good fake date for and vise versa.

Scrolling through the first two profiles, you were virtually unimpressed. These people seemed bland - like they had no personality, which was probably the reason why they weren’t able to find dates. The third profile you clicked on had potential, he seemed funny in his answers and like he actually cared about how people perceived him. Plus he was good looking, which was always a bonus. Throwing caution to the wind, you decided to message him.

MC: Hey, Saeyoung! I see you need a date to a wedding, what a coincidence, I’m also in need of a fake date to a family function.

You put yourself out there, now no one could say you didn’t try. Just as you were about to exit out of the app, you noticed that Saeyoung was typing so you stayed, anxious to see his response.

Saeyoung: MC! Greetings! Yep yep yep I need a date… it’s to my best friends wedding and everyone thinks I have a girlfriend! You have any experience in the being-a-fake-girlfriend department?

MC: Can’t say I’ve ever been someone’s fake girlfriend, but I have been a real girlfriend once or twice so I think I can handle it!

Saeyoung: Amazing! I think I’d be a great fake boyfriend if I did say so myself! Would you be interested in being my fake girlfriend?

MC: Only if you’re interested in being my fake boyfriend!

The rest of the night was spent chatting with Saeyoung. You had even switched over to a video call at one point and the entire time was spent with you both choosing outfits for the other to wear to the events. You had even caught a peek at him shirtless a few times during that process, which was a very welcome surprise.

“I can’t believe it’s already 3am,” Saeyoung whispered. You were both currently laying in bed, each holding their phone with one hand, your head being popped up by the other. “You’re so easy to talk to.”

“You are also,” you admitted, moving your hair out of your eyes. “I think I should probably get some sleep now.”

“You should, you’ll need that beauty rest for the wedding.” Saeyoung teased, sticking out his tongue at you.

“Says you! You look like you haven't slept in days!” You watched as he closed his eyes, his breathing starting to slow. “Goodnight, Saeyoung.”

Sleepily opening one eye towards you, he sent you a crooked grin. “Goodnight, beautiful MC.”

-

The wedding day was approaching fast and Saeyoung was a nervous mess. Throughout the week of getting to know MC, he had quickly come to enjoy her silly little texts she would send during the day and the nightly phone calls that went into the early morning that they spent planning their fake relationship and just learning about each other.

Saeyoung was curious about MC. She was quick to laugh at his jokes and was even speedier at supplying her own remark back. She would be the perfect date to Yoosung and Wenyn’s wedding, she was so perfectly in sync with him that no one would be able to suspect that they haven’t been together for the last six months and he only hoped she thought the same about him.

“Hello? Saeyoung?” Her voice brought the redhead out of his thoughts and he zeroed back in on what she was saying. “As I was saying, give me a run down on your friends that I’ll meet at this wedding! I’m gonna need to be on my A game if I want them to like me.” Saeyoung smiled at the bright girl in front of him, so eager to please his friends and set in on telling her about his friends and their significant others

-

“Your chariot awaits, m’lady!” You opened the door to your apartment to find Saeyoung standing there, a corsage in his hand and a goofy smile on his face.

“Why thank you, my good sir.” You replied before accepting his outstretched hand. “I got you a pink boutonniere to match your tie and my nails, I hope that’s okay.”

“I’ve never gotten one of those before so the fact that you even got me one makes it more than okay.” Saeyoung answered honestly before leading you to a red sports car sitting out front. “Figured we’d arrive in style.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you had a nice car!” You exclaimed, getting in the passenger seat, careful not to wrinkle your dress. “What is it you do for work again?”

“This and that,” he answered nonchalantly before throwing you a grin and putting the car in drive. “Now, are we ready to go?”

“I was born ready, fake boyfriend.” Saeyoung laughed at that before turning on the radio. The beginning of the car ride was spent with you and him quizzing each other on your fake relationship but by the end, you both were belting along to the loud music blaring through the speakers.

“At last we’ve arrived!” Saeyoung exclaimed before getting out of the car. “You stay there, I’m going to come open the door for you and then put this corsage on your wrist.” Sitting still, a smile played on your lips as you watched the lanky man run around to your side of the car and open the door for you. “Wrist please,” silently holding out your left arm to him, he gently gripped your hand, thumb rubbing a soothing pattern for a second before letting go to slip the band on your wrist. “There, it looks good! Matches your dress and everything!” It did, although it wasn’t what you would have picked out for yourself. The corsage was adorned with deep green and white flowers and light pink and silver ribbon woven throughout. It went well with your black and green dress, and it was from Saeyoung which was the most important part.

“Okay, now let me put this boutonniere on your jacket.” You opened the case before pulling out the simple pink rose with white ribbon wrapped around it. “These get a little tricky to put on, so hold still.” You warned, hand poised with one of the needles ready to pin the flower to his jacket. As you were about to pin it, Saeyoung shifted his weight from one hip to the other and you pricked yourself, blood immediately blooming at the small wound. “Ouch!”

“Oh man, I’m so sorry MC!” Saeyoung replied, gently grabbing your hang before bringing the finger up to his mouth and gently sucking on the wound to clean it of blood. You watched him, open mouthed and he immediately dropped your hand, face flushing red. “I have no clue why I just did that.”

“MC?” You heard your name being called and you turned to find Jaehee and Cordelia making their way over to you and your date, Cordelia’s arm was wrapped around one of Jaehee’s, both of them with confused smiles on your faces. “I didn’t know you and Saeyoung knew each other?”

You glanced nervously at the boy standing next to you before clearing your throat. “Yes, Saeyoung and I have been dating for six months now.”

Jaehee sent a confused look your way. “What are you talking about? Just last week you were in the shop complaining about not having a date to a family function. I recommended trying my friends app and…” her speech slowed down before she stopped completely, realization dawning on her face. “Oh! I see, you downloaded Saeyoung’s app and you two are now pretending you’re in a relationship.” “Don’t worry!” Cordelia’s bright smile was a welcome change after the awkward encounter. “Your secret is safe with us! Have a nice time guys, we’ll see you inside.” Jaehee bowed her head to you both before reconnecting her hand with her partners, both of them whispering quietly to each other as they walked inside the venue the wedding was being held in.

“Jaehee said I downloaded your app?” You turned to pin the flower again and this time he let you step closer. You could feel Saeyoung’s breath disturbing some stray strands of your hair as you adjusted the flower so it was sitting straight on his jackets lapel.

“Surprise?” Saeyoung’s face was contorted into an awkward sheepish smile and you rolled your eyes with him. “I didn’t want you to think I, like, hacked your list to put me on there because I needed a date. The algorithm naturally matched us, I had nothing to do with it. I created the app and then answered the questions same as you and every one else who’s using it.”

“I think that’s really impressive, Saeyoung. And it’s another fact that I know about you - you create apps - that we can sell to make our relationship seem real.” You found yourself getting lost in his eyes. Normally when you video chatted with him, he was wearing glasses  but today he must have been wearing contacts. His honey colored eyes portrayed his every emotion, and it would have been easy to spend all day looking into them.

“Umm… we should probably head in.” Saeyoung suggested, holding out his hand for you to intwine your fingers with him. “Ready, darling?”

“Yes sweetie,” you giggled, letting him lead you into the venue. When you walked in, an impeccably dressed man with long silver hair waived you both over.

“Saeyoung!  We were starting to worry that you wouldn’t show up. And you must be MC! So nice to meet you, I’m Zen and this is my girlfriend, Briar.” Zen gestured to the girl sitting next to him and you smiled at them both.

“Nice to meet you both, I’ve heard lots about you guys.” You replied, Saeyoung nervously  squeezing your hand as he watched Zen’s face. Zen was the tough one to trick; he was an actor so it was super easy to tell when others were bluffing around him.

“All good things, I hope?” Zen looked at you curiously and you flushed before turning teasingly to Saeyoung.

“Mostly,” Saeyoung sent you a small smile and you smiled back before finishing your sentence. “You know Saeyoung, he has to throw some weird facts in about everyone. He was telling me about the time he sent a picture of him dressed as a maid and you-”

“Okay! I get it, he’s an annoying jerk who promised not to tell that to anyone.” Zen’s face dropped into a pout and you internally ‘aww-ed’ when Briar leaned over to kiss his bottom lip that was sticking out.

Soon after, the service started which made it hard to talk to anyone. As Yoosung was saying his vows, you looked over to find Saeyoung swiping away at a tear that had filled his eyes and you reached over and reattached your hands, squeezing gently. “You okay?” You whispered.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, leaning his head on your shoulder. “I’ll tell you more later but I never expected to be friends with these people for this long, let alone see my best friend get married. Just kinda hit me all at once.” You didn’t respond, opting to rest your head on top of his and you both stayed like that, your breathing in sync with each other for the rest of the ceremony.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I think that was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” Zen remarked once Yoosung and Wenyn had walked out of the venue as man and wife. “It’s time to head over to the reception.”

You and Saeyoung took your time walking over to the reception hall, your hands still connected and a comfortable silence settling over the both of you. “What did you mean earlier?”

Saeyoung stopped and pulled you to a small bench, both of you sitting down, your thighs pressed together. “When I met this group of people, I was working for a secret agency as a hacker. I couldn’t make friends then and when I did, I’d have to change my identity eventually and never talk to them again. With the help from Jumin, I was able to successfully get out and start over after deleting my data and information from their systems.” Saeyoung turned his body slightly to face  you and you could see how hard this was for him. His lip was trembling  and he had a deep sadness etched in his eyes that was replacing the normally playful gleam. “That’s also a reason why I never met anyone romantically, I didn’t want them to get to close and then have to hurt them in the long run.”

“But you don’t have to hide anymore, you can be with someone now.” You pointed out and Saeyoung smiled sadly. “Have you thought that maybe…” you trailed off, shaking your head almost like you were physically trying to rid yourself of the thought. “Never mind.”

“You can ask me if you want to,” Saeyoung encouraged, his smile causing your heart to stutter for a moment before it permanently picked up speed. You swallowed hard and wiped your sweaty hands on your skirt before smoothing it out, playing with the hem to avoid meeting the eyes that you continuously find yourself lost in.

“Just hypothetically… do you think you’ve already met the person you could be with romantically?” Your heartbeat was in your ears and you could barely hear his response after you turned to look him in the eyes. Those damn eyes. They were already hard to resist but when he was looking at you like you were the only person in the world and you were sitting so close to him that you could feel his breath on your nose, those were the only things in the world you could look at in that moment; everything else in the world had faded dim behind those golden eyes.

“MC…” Saeyoung’s hand came up to gently push your bangs from your eyes and when he did so, his fingers lightly brushed your forehead before his palm rested on your cheek. “I…” he inched closer to you and you could feel his breath against your lips. Not wanting to waste a moment more not kissing Saeyoung, you met him the rest of the way. The kiss was awkward and clumsy and your teeth clashed quite a few times - it was his first kiss after all - but everything about it in that moment was just so Saeyoung and it had you yearning for more. Saeyoung’s other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you up so you were straddling him, your knees resting on either side of his legs on the bench, feet dangling off. Once he had pulled you closer, his tongue quickly darted out in search of yours and when you eagerly met his with your own, he moaned softly, sending a shiver down your spine. Pulling away once, he softly pecked your lips again before helping you off his lap. “Well that was…” you giggled as he adjusted his pants, hands covering his crotch, and waited for him to speak. “That was-”

“A sight for sore eyes?” A black haired man cut off Saeyoung and you watched as his cheeks flushed red at the sight of the older man. “I wasn’t aware this was a soft-core sex warehouse, I thought it was a wedding reception.”

“Um, Jumin… this is my girlfriend, MC. Darling, you remember me telling you about Jumin?” You immediately straightened up where you were sitting, eager to make a good impression on another one of Saeyoung’s friends.

“Yes, I do. Saeyoung told me that you helped him get out of a bit of a sticky situation. You seem like a very good man to have done that for him, and without you I never would have met him. So, thank you. And you must be Luce?” You directed your attention to the small redheaded girl standing side by side with Jumin.

She nodded her head and Jumin cleared his throat. It was crystal clear that when he was in a room, he naturally commanded the attention of everyone around him and you found yourself shrinking into Saeyoung’s side as he fixed his stare on you. “We should be heading in, yes? We wouldn’t want the bride and groom to think we’re all being rude.”

Once Jumin and his wife walked inside, you buried your head in Saeyoung’s chest, face blaring red in shame. “That was mortifying!”

You could feel his laugh vibrate through his chest as he cupped the back of your head holding you to him. “At least now they have no reason to doubt us!”

Pulling away from him you frowned before standing up. “We should head on in,”

“We should,” Saeyoung agreed, linking your fingers together. You turned to go and as you did, he pulled you back to him, sweetly connecting your lips once more. As your chest collided with his, you let out a ‘hmph’ sound that caused the redhead to smile and softly nip at your lip. “I couldn’t help myself, you’re so cute.”

“So are you,” you admitted and he laughed before letting you lead him into the wedding reception.

The reception was already filled with dancing, drinking, and all other kinds of celebrating when you and Saeyoung finally made it inside the room and when Yoosung and Saeyoung made eye contact, the blond quickly made his way over to you both.

Without saying anything, Saeyoung wrapped his arms tightly around Yoosung’s shoulders and you saw his amethyst eyes widen in shock before closing as he let out a deep sigh, wrapping his arms tightly around his best friends waist. You looked away from the pair, letting them have their moment, and made eye contact with Jaehee who quickly made her way over to you.

“It seems you and Saeyoung are getting along well?” She nudge your side and sent a wink your way, causing your face to flush as you look at the ground. “I mean, I’m glad it’s you he ended up bringing, instead of a complete stranger.”

“I’m starting to think you’re right,” you admitted, glancing at Saeyoung and when your eyes met he smiled and threw a cheeky wink at you before excusing himself from his conversation and crossing the room to you, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Jaehee, what are you and my gorgeous girlfriend of six months up to?” You felt Saeyoung pull you closer and you immediately relaxed in his arms, moving side to side to the beat of the music.

Jaehee narrowed her eyes at him and sighed, pushing a piece of her hair out of the way. “You’re really subtle at this,” she remarked sarcastically. “Anyway, I should be getting back. I’ll catch up with you both before I leave.” You watched as she wandered back over to her girlfriend and taking her hand, spinning her around.

Turning in Saeyoung’s arms, he tightened his grip on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Dance with me”

“I don’t dance.” His voice was low and husky as apposed to his normal higher voice with a teasing lilt, something that sent a shock straight to your stomach and caused butterflies to permanently reside there.

“Please,” you begged, tugging on an unruly lock of hair that was sticking out from the back of his head. “For me?”

Saeyoung brought his lips up to your ear, brushing them against it as he spoke. “Everyone will be looking at you if I take you on that dance floor. I want you for myself. Next time, I won’t be able to handle myself if you wear a skirt that short, you’re driving me crazy.” That last word was barely a whisper but it left you a mess on your insides, your legs felt like jelly.

“I’m yours, if you’ll have me.” You whispered back and before you could say anything else, his lips connected with yours for the third time that night.

“Aw, look at these two love birds.” Zen teased as you both broke apart. “Do we hear more wedding bells in the future?”

You and Saeyoung shared a look before bursting out laughing. No one but Jaehee, Cordelia and Yoosung understood why something like that was funny, but they all looked on at the both of you with small smiles playing on their lips - they were just glad Saeyoung was happy.

After the reception, Saeyoung and you were in his car, his hand resting possessively on your thigh and when he pulled up to your apartment building, he turned to you. “MC,”

“Saeyoung.” You replied, reaching out to brush some hair from his eyes. “I don’t want to go inside. That means leaving you.”

“I’ll see you the same time next week.” He replied, a faraway look in his eyes. “I can’t wait to be your fake boyfriend again.”

“I can’t wait either,” you agreed and leaned in to rest your forehead on his for a moment before getting out of the car.

“Hey, wait!” You turned around and watched as Saeyoung got out of his car, walking up to you and cupping your face. “I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend next week.”

“You don't? Well, I was under the impression that we were getting along well but...” The end of your sentence fell off as your brows furrowed in confusion and he was quick to retrace what he said.

“No, not like that! I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend because I want to be your real boyfriend. I know it seems sudden, but it’s not really! We talked for a week before this and I enjoy your company and people say that when you know, you know. And I know. You’re the one for me, right now in this second.” His eyes were pleading with you and your heart swelled as you listened to the words coming out of his mouth.

“Would you be interested in being my real boyfriend?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips as you repeated the words he asked you a week ago, only this time you were asking for real.

“Only if you’re interested in being my real girlfriend!” Saeyoung replied, before his lips delicately brushed yours, just long enough that he could inhale your breath and leave your heart beating in your chest.

“Text me when you get home, I want to make sure you made it safe.” You said after he had pulled away to study your face, eyes brimming with tears. “Hey, what’s going on?” You cupped Saeyoung’s cheek and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and letting a tear roll down to his chin.

“No one’s ever said that to me before,” he replied, eyes opening and looking at you intently. “It feels nice to have someone care like that.”

“Well get used to it mister,” your thumb brushed under his eyes, catching another tear before it could fall. “I’m gonna care the heck out of you.”

Saeyoung laughed and you found yourself laughing with him, eyes welling with tears as well, and when he noticed you were both crying tears of joy, he laughed harder, causing you to as well. “I should get going, let you sleep.”

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” you whispered, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. “I just said hello.”

“It’s not a goodbye.” Saeyoung promised, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I promise, it’s a see you soon. And I’ll text you when I get home safely.”

You looked up at him to find you already looking at you. Saeyoung was looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were real, almost like you were part of a dream and every moment he was expecting to wake up. “You better,” you jokingly threatened before standing on your tip toes to press one last sweet kiss to his lips.

After watching him drive off, you followed the steps up to your apartment and hopped in the shower, checking your phone after you had dried off. Two notifications had popped up in the time you were away from your phone.

First checking the message from Saeyoung, a smile danced across your lips as you read it: Just got home. sweet dreams. I know I’ll dream of seeing you again.

You quickly replied that you were glad he made it back and you’d dream of him as well before you checked the second notification from Wedding Bells. It was a message from someone on your list of 10 people and you exited out of it before deleting the app. There was no need for it anymore; you had someone to bring to weddings and family functions now.

A week later when you introduced your family to your boyfriend Saeyoung, you proudly showed off your relationship with him, eager to display to your family how amazing he is. He did well too, got along with your younger cousins and helped your mom cook dinner and by the end of the night, everyone couldn’t wait to make plans to see the both of you again. Saeyoung had not only wormed his way into your heart, but the rest of your family’s as well.

“I think they liked me,” Saeyoung joked once you guys had left your parents house. You both were back at your apartment, him holding you in his arms as you both lounged on the couch.

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed, moving your head to press a kiss to his jawline. “They loved you. I haven’t seen my family that enthusiastic about anything related to me since I graduated college. I’ll have to keep you around purely for that fact.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have a huge family for you to meet.” Saeyoung’s voice drooped and you shook your head smiling at him.

“What are you talking about? I met your family at Yoosung’s wedding. Like it or not, but those people love you. Family isn’t blood, it’s the people who love you unconditionally. And there’s a whole bunch of them for you specifically.” You had turned so you were facing him. “Everyone who I met that day cares so deeply about you, never for one second think that you don’t have a family.”

“What would I do without you?” Saeyoung’s forehead came to rest against yours and you laughed, ruffling his hair.

“Perish, probably.”

“I care for you more than I probably should.” He admitted, honey eyes locked on your own.

“I don’t know about that.” You responded. “I care for you a lot too.”

Saeyoung leaned in to gently brush his lips against your own and he pulled back, a goofy grin on his face. “Am I the smartest person in the world for creating that app, or what?”

“Or what.” Grinning back at him, you squealed as his fingers prodded your side, hitting a ticklish spot. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Your laughter rang out in your quiet apartment and Saeyoung wanted to record that sound to have it play whenever he forgot how beautiful your laugh was. “I’m extremely grateful that Jaehee recommended me the app that you made that resulted in me meeting you.”

Saeyoung didn’t respond, instead opting to hold you close and pull you onto his lap before both of you settling back down. He played with your hair as your eyes started drooping and once your soft snores filled the room, his eyes closed as well, content to fall asleep holding you.

#my writing #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung x mc #mysme 707 #707 #707 x mc #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger fan fiction #mystic messenger x mc

[a-blue-secret]

CHAPTER IV

BACK TO MASTERLIST

Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 3.2k+

AN: I did a little fencing when I was younger, so this is based on my very limited experience. I had fun writing this part- there's not as much angst!

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

So how good are you at fencing, Yeonjun?” Beomgyu asked, picking up his foil. He’d already finished getting dressed, and was waiting for Yeonjun to be ready too.

“Me? Oh, I am by no means a master,” Yeonjun said as a servant tightened his gloves. “But I am rather good, if I do say so myself. How about you, Your Greatness?”

“Well, I am a master myself. Be prepared to lose in the sorest ways possible,” Beomgyu grinned. Yeonjun smiled back, picking up his own mask and foil. “Ready?”

Yeonjun nodded, and stepped aside. “After you, Your Greatness.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

“En guarde.”

They raised their foils towards each other.

“Pret.”

Beomgyu was rather surprised to see Yeonjun’s stance looking so firm. No one he’d sparred with had looked that comfortable in a fencing stance before.

“Aller.”

Beomgyu advanced almost immediately, thrusting his foil out towards Yeonjun’s side. The elder back-stepped quickly, staying just out of reach. They exchanged hits, moving backwards and forwards as they alternatively defended and attacked. Finally, Beomgyu managed to strike Yeonjun on his back, using the flexibility of the foil to curve it round to touch Yeonjun. They parted, panting.

"Break?" Beomgyu offered. Yeonjun nodded, already taking off his face guard.

As a servant handed them a towel each, they walked over to a table with drinks on them.

"Wow, you're pretty good," Yeonjun marveled, gulping down the water. "No one I've met has ever been able to perform that so well before."

"Thanks," Beomgyu said, patting the towel along his hairline. "It takes ages to master as well. I'm not surprised there are few people you know who can execute it."

"How did you learn it?"

"My father," Beomgyu explained. "He was a general slash Lord. He taught me how to fence, how to do bareback horse riding, how to sword fight, and so much other stuff."

Yeonjun nodded. "Wow. Your father sounds so cool."

Beomgyu smiled. "He was. Anyway, how did you learn fencing?"

"In court. I was born a noble, so it's kind of a given that I had to know how to do it, so I was taught by fencing masters."

"Cool. Here in Gojongja, I believe we have a swordsmanship school where the kids can learn sword fighting and fencing. It's kind of like a summer camp thing I think? I heard we had it anyway."

"I heard that you do."

Beomgyu set down his glass, and placed his mask on top of his head. "Ready to go again?"

Yeonjun grinned. "Get ready to be beaten by me."

Beomgyu laughed, taking his foil from a servant as they walked back. "Oh, you wish."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"It almost looked like you were using a whip! How did you do that?"

Beomgyu and Yeonjun finished fencing (with Yeonjun not even managing to touch Beomgyu once), and Beomgyu suggested they go do archery. They were currently walking through the castle to find the door which led to the outdoor fields.

Beomgyu laughed. "You're not going to let go of that, are you?"

"No, I'm not! I've never seen someone do that before!"

Beomgyu let out a chuckle, tapping the side of his nose. "It's a secret."

"...It was luck, wasn't it?"

"What are you talking about?? It was a tactic which I 100% meant to use, and how dare you think otherwise!"

"Yeah it was. Don't deny."

".... Okay fine, maybe it was, but it was still cool, right?"

Yeonjun looked at Beomgyu, and they both burst out laughing. Their light-hearted banter reminded Beomgyu of how it used to be between him and Taehyun. With Taehyun always saying a sarcastic comment, or seeing through Beomgyu's bravado, and then all it took was one shared glance and they'd start laughing. The thought made Beomgyu a little sad, and then angry. He pushed thoughts of Taehyun aside. He shouldn't be thinking about the younger. Right now, it was about bonding with Yeonjun, and becoming friends.

"So," Beomgyu said. "You have any experience in archery?"

"Oh, loads," Yeonjun said. "I'm a bit of a Robin Hood myself."

"Ah," Beomgyu sighed regretfully. "I'm not the best archer in the field, so it seems like in this sport you'll have the upper hand."

"Hey, don't doubt yourself," Yeonjun said. "You never know! You might beat me again."

"No, but archery seriously isn't my strong suit," Beomgyu said. "I remember in one of my archery classes, we were meant to hit the board which was like three metres away, and I managed to get the arrow caught in the tree. Behind us."

Yeonjun laughed. "But this was when you were little, right? Surely much has changed since then."

"It was five years ago."

"See? Five years! Not that bad, eh?"

"I was twenty."

"Ah." It was obvious Yeonjun was at a bit of a loss as to what to say to that. Beomgyu laughed, nudging Yeonjun.

"I'm joking! I was five. This wasn't five years ago, don't worry. I've improved since then, I'm sure. I think. I hope."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

Beomgyu stared at Yeonjun's target. The elder had managed to get two in the bullseye, and three in the red ring. He was watching intently as Yeonjun shot his last arrow.

Thwip!

It landed right in the center of the yellow bullseye, and Beomgyu clapped.

“Whoo! Well done!”

Yeonjun grinned, and playfully bowed. “Well, I did say I was a master at archery.” He sighed a little regretfully, walking up to the target to tug at the arrows. “It’s annoying I didn’t get these three in the bullseye too.”

“You're good, though. Like, really good."

"Thanks. How did you- oh," Yeonjun laughed, seeing Beomgyu's target. Beomgyu had managed to hit everywhere apart from the centre. "Hey, at least you hit one into the red ring, right?"

"That one I shot with my eyes closed."

"Even better!"

Beomgyu laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I was aiming for the target's leg."

"You what?!"

“Yeah. That was my last arrow, and I thought, ah, whatever, let’s just aim for the leg stand, and then it just flew straight to the red ring.”

Yeonjun shook his head in wonder. “Wow. I guess archery really isn’t your area of expertise, huh?”

“Standing archery isn’t, but I can do it pretty well on horseback," Beomgyu said conversationally, going to take his arrows out of his own target.

“Woah,” Yeonjun said. “I can sort of do it, but isn’t it harder when you’re moving?”

“I dunno,” Beomgyu shrugged. “I find it easier because the momentum adds to the power of the arrow, and I was pretty much brought up on horseback.” He mimed going up and down as if on a horse, and brought an imaginary bow up to eye level and mimed shooting into the air. “Yeah, I find it easier on horseback.”

“That’s so weird! Most people are the other way round, because you have to take your hands off the horse, and your legs are like the only thing securing you. You must have really strong thighs then.”

“Yeah,” Beomgyu laughed. “I do. But my butt’s been hurting like hell recently every time I’ve gotten on a horse, so I’ve been taking a break from horse riding.”

“Well, you still up for a little horse riding session?”

“Hell yeah! I miss Toto.”

“Toto?”

“He’s my horse! Well, I say mine, but really he’s one with nature.” Beomgyu began talking animatedly to Yeonjun about Toto as they walked to the stables. “Oh, and just a fair word of warning: some of our horses are very, um, unique.”

“Unique, huh?” Yeonjun laughed. “We have unique horses back home. One of them has three legs.”

“Three legs? They’re not a race horse, are they?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said yes, would you?”

“No way! You make the three-legged horse run a race?”

“No, but Nellie is really, really good. Seriously! She’s won three times out of the five races she’s competed in.”

“Three-legged horse wins the race, hmm?” Beomgyu mused. "Well, our horses are even more unique than that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You'll see."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

“I… When you said they were unique, I didn’t think you meant like this.” Yeonjun was staring at a horse in a dumbfounded state. The horse nickered, tossing its orange mane. Yeonjun started a little, stepping away. His wide eyes were fixed on her orange, beak-like muzzle. “How do you even breed these types of horses?”

“Easy. They breed among themselves. No, we don’t cross-breed the different animals,” Beomgyu laughed at Yeonjun’s shocked stare. “Starburst, for example, the horse you’re looking at. She’s just like that. We think a curse, but we’re not sure. Orion over there, though, is a type of elemental horse we found in the woods. He's among the last of his kind, and we're breeding them until they flourish again.” Beomgyu patted Orion's watery muzzle. "We're going to protect you, aren't we? As for Starburst, we're trying to make sure she stays okay while under a curse."

“How old is she?” Yeonjun asked, still standing a good deal away from Starburst.

“I don’t know. I think Taehyun said she’s been around even before he was born.”

“Woah.” Yeonjun raised his eyebrows. “He’s around the same age as you, isn’t he? And Starburst looks so young.”

“Yeah, Kang’s a year younger than me. I dunno, she might be immortal.”

“Can I…?” Yeonjun gestured to the horse.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu said. “Despite her appearance, she doesn’t bite. Well, she doesn’t bite much. Stroke her nose. She likes that.”

“How do you know so much about them?” Yeonjun asked, gingerly reaching out to Starburst. “About court and stuff.”

“Kang and I used to be best friends. He told me so much about everything. Also, I’ve been doing my own asking around. I like horses.” Beomgyu walked up to a greenish horse with a feather-like mane standing in the corner. “Hello, hello. Yes, I’m back now. Did you miss me?” The horse whinnied, tossing its mane before nuzzling its nose into Beomgyu’s shoulder. The boy laughed, stroking the horse. “Alright, alright, I get it. I missed you too, Toto. Are you ready for a ride?” He turned to Yeonjun. “You picked a horse yet?” he asked.

Yeonjun was still staring in surprise at the unusual horses. “I knew you had pegasi,” he said. “Those take part in your wars and parades. I knew about the unicorns, ‘cause we have them too. But everything else?” He turned around, face a mixture of shock and awe. “I didn’t even know half of them existed.”

“Benefits of our long history of preserving wildlife and our abundance of wild forests, I guess,” Beomgyu said, taking out a brush. “Anyway, do you want me to choose you a horse? Tell me what you want and I’ll pick for you.”

“No, no it’s okay,” Yeonjun said slowly. “I’ll go with Starburst.”

Beomgyu nodded. “Good choice. Seems like she likes you as well. Oh! Yeonjun, meet Toto. They said he’s a breed of Amazona Equus. Apparently he’s a parrot-horse? I’ve never seen him sprout wings though, so yeah.”

“Well, uh, nice to meet you, Toto. My name is Lord Yeonjun.” Yeonjun bowed to the horse. Toto regarded Yeonjun for a few moments, before inclining his head in a bow of his own. Yeonjun smiled at Beomgyu in disbelief. “Did he just bow back at me?”

“Yep,” Beomgyu smiled. “It means he trusts you.” Yeonjun gave a smile.

"Okay, so let's go brush and tack the horses. Meet back in front of the stables?" Yeonjun asked. Beomgyu nodded.

"See you then!"

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"Whoo!" Beomgyu yelled. "Race you to the oak tree!"

"Hey!" Yeonjun called. "That's not fair! You're in front of me!"

"Come and catch up then, slowpoke!" Beomgyu laughed over his shoulder, galloping full speed towards the tree. He yelled out again, the yell turning into an overjoyed laugh at the end. His face was split into a wide grin. God, he'd missed this. The stinging wind whipping against his cheeks, the feeling of the powerful horse beneath his legs, the exhilaration he felt from riding. He'd missed it.

He glanced over his shoulder back at Yeonjun, who was riding behind on Starburst. He grinned. Leaning forward, he patted Toto’s neck.

“You ready? Wanna do the trick?”

Toto flicked his ears, letting out a neigh as they continued to canter towards the tree. Beomgyu laughed. “Okay bud. Get ready, ‘kay? I’m trusting you!”

Gingerly, Beomgyu released Toto’s reins. Toto seemed undeterred, continuing to go forward at a steady pace. Now was the hard part. Gritting his teeth, Beomgyu brought his knees up, closer to the saddle, before slowly easing them up further until he was crouching on Toto’s back. He looked back at Yeonjun.

“Wanna see something cool?” he yelled. Then, he stood up on Toto’s back fully, raising his arms up and letting out a loud whoop. Yeonjun cried out, either in terror or amazement, Beomgyu wasn’t sure. He couldn’t hear much over the whistling of the wind and the happiness in his heart.

“Whoo!” He tilted his head back, closing his eyes. But he immediately shot them open again, seeing that they were close to the tree. He jumped back down into the saddle again, laughing. “Was that fun? God, I haven’t done that in ages.” Toto flicked his ears again, and Beomgyu grinned, riding faster.

When they we're a short distance away from the tree, Beomgyu pulled at the reins, slowing Toto down to a walk. Yeonjun came thundering up beside him a few moments later, grinning and panting hard.

“Oh my god! You actually did that?”

Beomgyu laughed. “Oh, it’s nothing special.”

“Special? You stood on a horse’s back! And at that speed too!”

Beomgyu shrugged. “I find it easier at higher speeds.”

"Wow!" Yeonjun laughed. "I don't think I've ever galloped that hard before."

"Better get used to it," Beomgyu grinned. "Here in Gojongja, we ride hard and fast."

"Evidently," Yeonjun said, still out of breath. "Why don't we, uh, go for a little walk?"

"Okay," Beomgyu laughed. "Follow me. There's a cool lake around here somewhere I think."

Beomgyu and Yeonjun rode side by side, in amiable silence.

"So, tell me Yeonjun," Beomgyu said. "What was your life like in Aruyeonan court?"

"My life? My life was, well, almost ordinary for an Aruyeo noble. I live in a big house, have a large inheritance, have matters within court. I suppose what makes me different, however, is the fact that I always have matters within court. Her Supreme Highness is fond of a few select nobles, and those are the ones which she sees all the time."

"I assume you're one of them?"

"Yes. While you here in Gojongja have meetings with lots of Lords and generals, we narrow it down to five people plus the Queen."

"Ah yes, your Queen does not have a vizier, does she?"

"Queen Erajin does not, no."

"Hmm. Ah, we're near. See that shiny, round thing in the distance? That's the lake. We nicknamed it 'the Shield', because in just the right angle it looks like it's a huge, silver shield."

"Who's 'we'?"

"Oh, Kang and I. We used to come here," Beomgyu muttered. "But anyway! Here we are. You up for another race there?"

"You bet," Yeonjun grinned, already galloping off.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

They reached the lake and dismounted, letting the horses drink and rest for a little. The two of them wandered a little aimlessly around the lake.

You know," Beomgyu said, "I have experience within the Aruyeo court as well. You probably don't remember, but about two or three years ago I came to stay in your court."

"Oh really?" Yeonjun raised his eyebrows. "Hm, no, I don't think I remember."

"You guys were really welcoming," Beomgyu remembered. "Especially this one Lord. I can't remember his name exactly -I think it was foreign?- but he was adopted by the Jinju Choi clan. Kai? I think that's his name? Wait- Yukai? No, no, I remember. Hueningkai. He was really kind."

Yeonjun tripped over a pebble. "Sorry, didn't see the rock. Hueningkai, huh? Hmm… I know a lot of the nobles in my court, but I can't remember seeing a Hueningkai…"

"I dunno. He was really nice. I remember him because he was adopted by this clan, so he wasn't even native to Aruyeo court. And yet, he was welcomed so readily. You could see it, because everyone greeted him so normally. It was obvious he wasn't a pure Jinju Choi, and yet they didn't treat him any differently. It was nice."

Yeonjun nodded slowly. "We in Aruyeo pride ourselves on making no one feel excluded. It's one of the things we are adamant about."

"You guys sure do a good job of it then." Beomgyu laughed slightly. "I must confess, there were times I felt more at home within Aruyeo than I'd ever felt inside Gojongja." Yeonjun gave a small, proud smile.

They stood there, silently. Beomgyu was staring down into the lake, but Yeonjun was looking out back into the direction of the palace. He squinted.

"Hang on… is that Kang Taehyun?"

"Hm?" Beomgyu turned around, following Yeonjun's line of sight. "Oh. Yeah it is."

"And is he riding that horse… bareback?"

"Yeah." Beomgyu turned away, walking up to Toto before mounting the horse. "He's coming to lecture us about staying out. Must be almost supper."

"That's so cool though. He's riding bareback!"

"Eh, he's gonna lose his cool in a minute if we don't get going."

They both began making their way back to the palace, and Taehyun, seeing that they were coming towards him, halted his horse to wait for them.

"Do you know how long you were gone for?" Taehyun glared when Beomgyu was within hearing distance.

"No, and I don't care," Beomgyu retorted. "And did you seriously have to come riding bareback?"

"What, you have a problem with it?" Taehyun scoffed, turning the horse around back to the direction of the palace, Beomgyu a couple of places behind. "You shouldn't have a problem with it. It's better for the horses to have no saddle on them anyway."

"Uh huh."

"You're just mad that I'm right," Taehyun said. "Anyway, would Lord Yeonjun care to join us for dinner? It seems a little mean to get him to eat on his own."

"Since when did you care about seeming mean?" Beomgyu scoffed. Taehyun glared at him.

"Shut up. That's rude."

"Hey, don't tell the King to shut up. That's rude."

"Anyway," Taehyun said. "Would you like to eat with us? You spent the whole day with His Greatness, so perhaps it's only fit you eat with us as well."

Yeonjun inclined his head. "I'd be much obliged." He gave a slight grin. "I've been having meals in my room these last few days, so a change of scenery will be nice."

"Well let's hope there is any food suitable enough to eat," Taehyun said, glaring at Beomgyu. "It's an hour past supper time. An hour!"

"Stop nagging, geez! You sound like a mum. Ow! What the heck?”

Taehyun hit Beomgyu around the back of his head, causing the elder to glare at him.

“I’m the King! You can’t just go round hitting me on the head! What were you doing??”

“Simply trying to knock some sense into you,” Taehyun said calmly. “But then I realised you didn’t have any in the first place.”

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, before slowing down his horse so that he was in step with Yeonjun. “See? Kang has literally no respect for me whatsoever.”

“I can hear you,” Taehyun called. “And hurry up, or you’re not getting any food at all.”

#taegyu #txt taegyu #beomgyu #taehyun #txt beomgyu #txt fanfic #txt taehyun #txt fluff #court of lies #txt #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together

[missvgj98]

Peace: a shikatema fanfic

Chapter One: Shikamaru

Since I was a kid, I was never the type to engage that much. I wasn’t adventurous or outgoing. I kept to myself and wrote stories as I watched the clouds go by. People never interested me. I didn’t mind going to school and talking to no one or even minded being the last pick for a game of dodge ball. Honestly, I would rather sleep more than anything.

           It always worried my parents so, they pushed me to play with their friends’ kid who was the same age as me. I met Choji. He was a… plump guy. Very friendly and had a big heart for butterflies. He’d always chased after them in attempt to get a hold of one, but it never worked out. When he’d get sad, I’d always treat him to his favorite BBQ chips and share a few good laughs. We were fast friends and soon enough he introduced me to his other friends.

           Choji was one who would get picked on a lot because of his weight. So, that would make it hard for him to make friends, but over the years, He eventually did have the luck of meeting some that excepted him for who he was…. Not the best choice at first, but still it was something.

           Naruto and Kiba were the loudest trouble-makers you could ever meet. I seriously thought they were insane and had a peanuts for a brains. The only reason you would find me late after school was because I was suffering the consequences of tagging along with them. But I can’t lie… I did have some great times with them.

           As we approached middle school, we met Neji and Saskue. I was grateful for them because for the longest time I was the father of the group. Neji and Saskue knew how to keep Naruto, Kiba, and at times, Choji in line.

           Neji and Saskue were both very intelligent but at times Naruto could bring them down a notch. I think his stupidity is at times contagious. Saskue had more of an anger issue more than anyone. Neji seemed almost perfect but, push his buttons right and you’ll get something out of him. For the most part he’s a bit like a stone wall.

           We’re an unlikely group, but I’m really happy to do life with them at least. We’ve gone through thick and thin. School fights (guess the two who started those), many detentions, festivals, Kiba’s breakups, supporting each other in sports: Saskue and Neji in Jujitsu (hence how they met), Naruto in Baseball, Kiba plays on the soccer team, and Choji…. After weeks of pestering him- respectfully! We convinced him to try sumo. AND IT’S NOT BECAUSE OF HIS WEIGHT!

           “Choji we’re not saying to go for it because you’re f-…..fluffly- I was going to say fluffy.” Naruto reassured. “We all just thought that you would be a good fit and a great talent for this sport.”

           “The guy even said He’d put you on the team easy.” Kiba contributed.

“No, you guys just think I’m fat!” Choji pouted.

“No-“Neji tried to console him but Choji’s cries over powered him.

           “Look Choji,” I said. “We’re in high school now. And if we want to get into K.U., sports look good our applications. We think Sumo is good for you because you got the proper build for it and out of everyone in this room, you’re the one with the greatest brute strength.”

“Really?”

           “Yeah… and you’re one hell of a bulldozer.” Saskue is speaking from experience.

           We all laughed and Choji finally joined the High School Sumo team. He loves it cause after every match they go to his favorite BBQ spot.

           As my first year of High school progressed it was time for me to the choose something. Which was a surprise for everyone cause I barley even run. I’m the Lazy-ass of the group. You can find me in the dorm room sleeping at any given time. School is a bit of a breeze from me since knowledge is my trump card. I carry an IQ over 200+ and have been invited to get into prestigious academic programs but turned them down. It’d be too troublesome in my book. And I like where I’m at right now.

My favorite teacher and personal mentor Asuma-sensei convinced me over a game of Shoji to take on Boxing. He’s the coach for the team and throughout the years of knowing me, he clams I could make it. I looked at him as if he was mental. I mean- sure my dad showed me some stuff throughout the years to stand-up for myself but, boxing…for real. I don’t know about all that.

           An incident that happened our second year of middle school is something he likes to use as backup to prove his point, always comes to mind.

           We (meaning the gang and I) were on our way home, taking our usual route before we have to split up, walking and munching on some onigiri from our favorite “Go-go” mini mart. And as we were on our way some guys from school had caught up and cornered us in a back ally. We had no idea what was going on until one of the kids spoke up and said:

           “Naruto you bastard, you better take back what you said!”

“ME! What did I say?” we all looked at him with a fierce look.

           “Guys, I promise I didn’t do anything.” He told us.

“Look, if this only pertains to Naruto. We’ll gladly be on our way.”

           “NEJI!” Naruto exclaimed.

“Nah, I think we’re good with pumbling all you assholes to the ground.”

           They all began cracking their knuckles with sinister laughs as they began approaching closer to us.

           Saskue and Neji assumed fighting positions. Naruto slowly grabbed a stick on the ground. Kiba pulled out Akamaru out of his book bag. Choji began to brace himself as I stood behind them simply standing. You could say I’m the eyes of the group in case something goes south.

           “Thanks a lot Naruto.” Saskue whispered.

“If I miss my piano lesson, your explaining this to my dad.” Neji hissed.

           “I don’t even know what that hell this kid is angry about guys! I swear!” Naruto said.

           With a shout they charged. It was four kids against us five. For a moment it was fair fight because I was just standing watch. Neji dodged one kid’s punches and then swiftly gave him an uppercut. Saskue caught the others foot in mid kick and knocked him on his butt by kicking his foot out from underneath him. Kiba sent Akamaru to charge and keep his attacker at bay as he went in with a running start to RKO the kid. Choji simply belly bumped the kid who charged up against him. And Naruto was having a hard time with his opponent as they were duking it out through various punches. The leader was getting more punches in than Naruto, but Naruto still could take it as he finally got the winning shot and knocked the kid off his feet.

           “Lets Go! Quick!” Naruto shouted.

And we were off. We ran out of the alley and made a break for it. Choji was a little behind so, I slowed down to his tempo. He was heaving as he then suddenly realized. “I think I dropped my inhaler back there.”

“Are you serious?” I said. We came to a halt.

“Hey guys! Choji dropped his inhaler. I’m gonna go get it!”

           The guys came back towards us.

“Don’t you think they’re still there?” Kiba asked.

“Well, you want Choji to die? It’s okay Shikamaru. We’ll stay with Choji.” Neji said.

“And I don’t think they’re still there. I saw one of them leave after us in the other direction.” Saskue said.

           “Alright.” So, with that I left and went to retrieve Choji’s inhaler. As I got back to the alley, I found his inhaler on the ground and picked it up. As I was about to leave, I found the Leader still there. I guess his friends left him. He looked at me as he held his chin in pain.

“What the hell do you want?” he shouted. “Come back for more?”

I lift my hands up to show peace. “I don’t mean any trouble. I just came-“

           “I don’t want your apology!”

“I did-“

           “And who needs those looser friends anyway! I just called for real backup! My brother’s coming to kick your ass.”

And not a second later a shadow overcame me. I slowly turned around to see a boy who looked a couple years older than me, with slicked back silver hair, red eyes, towering over me. I saw that he had the high school uniform on.

           “Is this the little shrimpy kid who kicked your butt, Hido? Wow! I can’t believe it.” He laughed.

I got nervous. Maybe I should’ve got Neji or Saskue to come with me. Dammit! What the hell am I going to do?

           “Look here kid, my names Hidan.” He crotched down to my level. “I don’t really appreciate anyone messing with my family. So, I want you to pay very close attention-“

           My eyes shifted to where his hand was reaching for. He had a knife in his coat pocket.

The guy looked as if her was only a year or two older than me- what the hell was he doing with a knife?

           At the sight of it I panicked and without a thought I went into a stance and gave a right hook to the center of his face. He was caught off guard and started falling backward so, to help him out I finished him with an uppercut with my left and ran as fast as I could.

           I never found myself in that type of situation before. Only in hypotheticals with my dad and even then, I wasn’t putting out full blows. Just pretend with my dad.

I ran as fast as I could back to the guys, not giving a single glance back no matter how many voices I heard shouting after me. The guys came back to my line of vision and as they saw me approach their faces looked frightened. I was about to call out but, then a hand grabbed my arm.

           “Hey, slow down there kid!”

I looked to see Asuma-Sensei. Where the heck did he come from?

           “Asuma?” I said. “Wh-“

“If you’re gonna fight, don’t do it next to my store.”

           That was the day I found out that after school Asuma-sensei ran/owned a convenient store. He allowed me to return Choji’s inhaler to him but, I had to go back and explain to Asuma what happened. I was the only one caught so, Naruto said to not rat them out. But Neji dragged him to his house to explain to his dad why he missed his piano lessons.

           When I returned to Asuma, he explained to me that I broke the kids nose and badly bruised his jaw with my punches. He only knew the other guys side of the story so, it looked like I was the attacker.

           “He was about to pull a knife on me so, I panicked.” I simply explained.

           We made it back to the incident and the kid was getting treated by one of Asuma’s workers.

“Is that so?” Asuma said. “Hidan!”

           The silver headed boy looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“You got a weapon on you boy?”

           His eye filled with panic for just a split second, but he kept his cool as he covered himself up.

“No sir.” He said. “Look, I told you, my little brother called me saying he and his friends were getting jumped. So, I ran over here to help him. I get here and that little shit was still on a rampage and out of nowhere attacked me!”

           ‘Rampage’ was not the word to describe me. Asuma knew that. So, in a single movement he got the knife out of his pocket.

“You bring weapons to school?” Asuma questioned him.

           Instead of Hidan expressing an emotion of guilt, he starred at me with what felt like a murderous intent. I looked away quickly and asked Asuma if I could leave. But he was already making a call to the school’s deputy. When deputy came, he questioned us again and it all ended with Hidan and his little brother being put in the back of the cop car with handcuffs. Turns out they both had a pilling record on their heads. Soon after the deputy left another cop car pulled in. It was Saskue’s dad. He offered me a ride home but before I left Asuma said:

           “And before I forget. Nice right hook.” He smiled and waved as we drove away.

           He saw the whole thing.

So, my first year of high school I took on Boxing per-Asuma-sensei’s request. And… I don’t hate it. It’s a good stress reliever.

           As the year went on it was just me and the guys as usual. Doing our thing. Until… Ino.

           Ino was a girl I saw almost every single day since elementary school. I knew our parents knew of each other but, she had so many friends Choji and I never really mingled with her. Whenever I saw her outside of school it was a single “Hi” and “Bye”. I’d be lucky if I got one in school though.

           But the point is that whenever I saw her I knew that I liked looking at her and my friends could obviously tell. For the longest time they urged me to go and really talk to her but, I never took the shot. I was okay with just looking at her.

           I didn’t know much about romance and never thought about it ever but, when I saw her I tried to imagine what it would be like. She seemed nice…. That all I could get from her. The guys didn’t know much about her either- only that she was best friends with Sakura…. Who had a huge crush on Saskue. Sakura was an acquaintance of ours and was relatively nice but, she refused to let us know anything about Ino. She said something about paying respect to some stupid girl code. And Saskue refused to put anything on the line if it meant talking Sakura.

           Sakura and Ino were- for the longest time- and still are part of the ”Popular”s. Top of the social ladder and they liked their place there. So, going out with a guy like me or Naruto or Kiba or Choji meant Social suicide. Saskue and Neji made the cut because apparently their good looking but, don’t care for social status or people so they gave them the middle finger.

           But one day, after Biology class, Ino came to me. I was quite surprised she even knew my name when she approached me.

“I need your help, Shika- Shikamaru? Right?”

           “Yea.” I said.

“I’m failing this class and if I don’t pass, the teacher is threatening me with summer school. I heard you’re the top of our class so, do you think you could help me?”

           She asked me in a pretty straight forward way. No hair flip or puppy-dog eyes. She just simply asked. I could see the desperation in her eyes so, I agreed.

           She had already set days that’s she had free so that we could be able to meet up and study. Afterwards I met up with the guys at lunch and they claimed it was fate…. Well, Naruto and Kiba. Choji was happy for me and gave me a pat on the back. But Neji and Saskue simply nodded and told me to be careful. To them they took my liking towards Ino as quite a surprise. They said they didn’t see me with a girl like her but, weren’t gonna put up a fight with my choice.

           As time progressed and I tutored her. The time came to the mid-quarterly exam. She passed with flying colors and Thanked me. Nothing happened over our study dates. It was strictly Biology. But, at the end I got the courage to ask her to the Winter Festival but, she turned me down.

           I didn’t know that it got to me until my boxing match came up. I was up against some guy from Sound High. He was pretty good and in the beginning of the match he was landing a lot of good hits on me. But when the second round came in, he gave a nice jab that woke me up real good. After that I just lost it. I didn’t give him enough time to block or recover and I won the match with a KO.

           The day after, Kiba told me that I was the “Talk of the Town” saying that everyone was talking about my match last night. And a couple days later Ino and I had plans for a date.

           Our relationship happened suddenly, and I quickly got blinded by her. I only saw her and nothing else. I could care less about the popularity and all the people she had around her. I just wanted to know what she was about, her likes, interests, things that made her happy, or sad. Everything.

           I wasn’t one to show PDA at school and I made if very clear to her. She respected my boundaries and I respected hers. The only perk to all this (to Naruto and Kiba) was that we got into all the parties now. Choji used this opportunity to become more of a social butterfly. So, it was kind of a win-win situation because Neji and Saskue would sometimes attend those parties which made Sakura and a bunch of other girls happy.            

           Very quickly we were no longer losers. All in the span of our first year in high school. Choji went with the flow. Kiba loved it. Naruto was through the roof. Saskue could care less but, I do see the way he looks at Sakura at times. And Neji… I’m surprised he’s even still around.

           The beginning of Ino and I’s relationship was great. I had no problem. I didn’t really know how to do all this so, I was just following after her lead while also getting tips from the guys…. Which helped… more or less. Until one day, I asked Asuma.

“What do you see in Ino, Shikamaru?” He asked. “Why did you choose her?”

           I thought for a minute. “Well, I never really thought of girls until I saw her. I saw her and I thought she was beautiful. She was the first girl I ever saw that made me…pause.”

He nodded and then asked. “How did you feel when you kissed her for the first time?”

           “Pretty good.” I said.

He nodded. “Honestly, Shikamaru. I’m not surprised by your answers…. But, If you want my opinion. I don’t think Ino is a nice a choice… for you.”

           I stayed quiet.

“She’s a nice girl. All around personality with a face to match it. But if she’s the one you like- I can’t really tell you how to live your life. But I will I give you this advice: When you know you’re with the right person, it all just comes naturally. Without a second thought.”

________________________________________________________________

Thank you guys for being so patient! It was so hard to get this out on time with school getting in the way. I hope you like the first chapter. The second one will be out soon! Where you’ll see a little bit of Temari’s back story. And art too!

What do you think about ShikaIno? How did this chapter make you feel for the most part? I’d love feedback.

Chapter Two: Temari

-MissVGJ98

#shikamaru #Shikamaru Temari #shikamaru nara #shikatema #temari #shikatemadai #naruto #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #choji #sasuke #sasusaku #neji #kiba #asuma #hidan

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #314

“as above, so below  /  what you reap is what you sow  /  what you give comes back threefold  /  as above, so below”

What do you do for work? I'm currently unemployed. I only get paid now and again to do pictures for people. What would you ideally like to do for work? I'd love if I could just be a photographer. What are you doing in order to achieve this? Practice and shoving my extreme discomfort about it aside and trying to promote myself where possible and not in an overbearing manner. What do you think is the worst being on the planet? "Rapists, pedophiles, abusive people in general." <<<< This. Anyone who disrespects the existence of other and equal people. Have you ever been arrested? If so, what for? No. How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? My immediate sisters and I are two years apart. My half-siblings, I don't know. I don't have their ages memorized, but I do know 5+ years, some even 10. Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Not really, we were good kids. What's your dream vehicle? I don't really have one. Are you good at taking care of your finances? What finances? And I don't mean that happily. What's your favorite comic strip? I don't have one. How many people have you texted today? Zero. Someone cheats. Second chance? Nope, byyyyeeeee. Thoughts on kids? Clay that I'm not playing with. Are you a risk taker? No. What are you listening to? I'm currently going through a phase of playing The Evil Within 2's theme nonstop, jc. Is/Was your high schools dress code strict? Not like, mega strict, but it still was overboard. No spaghetti strap shirts, and I even once got in trouble for wearing a floral mesh shirt, despite having a normal tanktop underneath it. It was weird, like no one had ever had a problem with it before, it was just this one teacher that I passed in the hall. Who was the last person to request you on a social media network - and did you accept? Someone I didn't know, so obviously not. Who was the last person’s vehicle that you rode in? Mom's. Who was the last person to make you laugh or smile, and why? Another current obsession of mine: John Wolfe, another let's player who I think is super funny. He said something that made me snicker before I turned on music and started this. Who was the last person that you took a photo with? My half-sister while she was visiting. Who was the last person to pay you a compliment, and what did they say? In group therapy the other day, one of the other women told me that even if I don't believe it, I bring so much positivity to group and she was really happy to be there while I am. I was so so super flustered but flattered, too. Who’s the last person that you visited in the hospital? My mom, following her surgery. Who is the last person that you lent money to? Actually today to Mom. What was the last food that you ate? I warmed up a burger for dinner. What did the last pair of footwear that you wore look like? They're just black flipflops. What was the last kind of bread that you ate? Just plain white bread. What was the last app that you downloaded to your phone? Oh wow, I never do this. I want to say it was a game for my niece. When was your last work shift? I haven't worked in a long time, so idk. When is the last time that you had trouble falling asleep? This is literally every single night. When was the last time you saw a significant other? I ain't got one'a those. When’s the last time that you took a risk? What was the risk? Well, I did say I'm not a risk-taker... Where was the last place that you went on vacation to? You know, how long does it have to be to be considered a "vacation?" I would say not since I went to the beach with an old friend, but it was literally a day. Where was the last place you got lost? uhhhhhhh Why did your last relationship fail? We need to work on ourselves before we could properly support each other and stay in a healthy mindset. Why did you leave your last job? I couldn't handle the stress of serving people and having so many responsibilities at once. How long has it been since you last visited a doctor? How about a dentist? I literally went to the doctor today because I had a follow-up appointment about my weight gain again. I haven't been to the dentist in a few months; I had a normal cleaning my last visit. How big was the last fish you caught? Oh boy, this is stretching years back. It was probably something small, idr at all. Give me the first initial of your last name? D. Something in your home that’s on its last leg(s)? We just moved here, so nothing that's a part of the house itself. As far as items we actually own, idk. Where do you purchase most of your clothes? I haven't gotten new clothes in so long, idk. I would probably say Hot Topic. Describe your skincare routine. I don't have one, if I'm being honest. I just shower. What’s your typical morning routine look like? I don't have one of those, either. The only thing that's consistent is going to the bathroom, eating, and taking my meds. Even brushing my teeth, the time of day when I do that (if I'm not leaving the house) varies. Then it's time to just binge stuff on YouTube and do whatever on the laptop... Are you still playing Animal Crossing? I've never played it, actually. How has the pandemic specifically affected you? It's caused a lot of stress worrying about my mom falling ill, given her being immunocompromised. It's also held me back from searching for another job (even though I don't know what I'd go for, anyway...), because I absolutely refuse to risk bringing Covid into this house by leaving it daily or whatever. What is your main source of anxiety? Being mentally ill, really. It just affects a lot. Any bands or artists you’ve recently discovered? Not very recently, no. What kind of games do you play on your phone? Just Pokemon GO nowadays. Do you have a specific aesthetic? It varies. I love dark, gothic, and gory stuff, but then I also love everything pink and pastel?????? Pastel gore is especially where it's at. Describe the moment you realized you were falling in love with someone. I'd rather not. What’s your favorite sparkling water brand/flavor? I've never even tried it before. What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't wear nearly enough makeup to be even remotely familiar with any. What’s your all-time favorite movie? It'll probably always be The Lion King. Do you have any subscription boxes? No, but they're cool. What fictional creature would you like as a pet? On deviantART today I actually discovered a fantastic artist who does a lot of HTTYD fanart, and I would say as a dragon lover, Toothless would be soooo great. Have any local businesses closed that you’re sad about? I'm certain tons have closed, but none come to mind. How do you feel about TikTok? I don't feel anything about it. Did you/do you still have a Neopets account? Haha I've had like... two or three at different stages in my life. What were you doing at 9 o'clock this morning? That's actually when (virtual) group therapy starts. Are you wearing any jewelry? Yeah; my piercings (if you count them) and then two rings that I always have on. Are you good at hiding disappointment? No. I'm bad at hiding my emotions because they're so strong. What happened the last time you cried? lmaooo I was finishing watching a The Evil Within 2 LP yesterday, and like, the last hour or so of the game just rips me apart. I was hoping so bad that my mom didn't pass by and ask what the problem was. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you? Both would be stunned to know the situation I had with Joel/my former best friend's boyfriend when I was around 12. What fictional character do you have the biggest crush on? dARKIPLIER Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world? When all things are considered, like laws, seeing family, etc., somewhere in Canada, or maybe Alaska. Actually, Alaska would be really cool. What after school activities did you do in high school? I didn't have any, if you mean like, school sports and clubs. I did do dance once or twice a week, but it wasn't tied to my school. What’s the last book you really loved? I positively adored The Handmaid's Tale. If you could have been a child prodigy what would you have wanted to be skilled at? My writing was seen as very exceptional for my age as a kid, but it still would've been awesome if it was even better. If earth could only have one condiment for the rest of time, what would you pick to keep around? Uhhh I guess ketchup. I use that the most of all options. What is the scariest experience you have ever had? The night of the breakup. It was such an impossible concept to me that I genuinely thought my life was over, that I'd pull the plug at any moment. Who is a non-politician you wish would run for office? Oh, hunny, Markiplier lmao. Call it a bias all ya want, but he's just a genuinely incredible person that cares so much for everyone and is so serious about equality and just being a good person. Do you think it’s important to stay up to date with the news? It's very hypocritical of me to say, but yes, regardless. Do you own plants? If so, what kind of plants? If not, would you like to grow any? I've never been into growing plants, honestly. Is there a city that you have a particular fondness for? If so, what city is it and why? No, not really. When was the last time that you acted impulsively? Is this a common behavior for you? I dunno, I've gotten better at this. I probably said something I shouldn't have. If you received an allowance as a kid, what kinds of things would you buy with it? Were you more the type to save up for something big, or spend it on little things? I didn't get one. When you cuddle with someone, how do you prefer to position yourself? Would you rather be held, or do the holding? Or both? Are we sitting or lying down? Either way I think I have a tendency to lay my head on their chest while hugging them, and my legs generally curl up. If I'm upset, I definitely feel better and just a greater sense of safety if I'm the one being held, but if the roles are swapped, then I like to be the one doing the holding because I know that's what I want when I'm upset, so treat others how you wanna be treated, y'know. When you woke up today, did you find unread messages from anyone? No. Have you recently told anyone that you miss them? Yes. Can you recall the last time you turned down an offer, of any kind? Mom asked if I wanted to come with her to Ashley's a few days ago, but I said no. I wasn't in a social mood at all. Is there anyone you interact with every day on social media? No. What was the main character's name in the last fictional book you read? Sunny. Have you ever been rejected by a church? No. Is your family nice to you? Yeah. Are you comfortable with your gender? Yeah. What was your favorite Mary-Kate and Ashley film? I don't remember; we had a couple, though. What was your favorite book you had to read for school? The Outsiders. What was your favorite Nickelodeon show? ngl, I don't remember a lot of them and don't feel like looking up a list. Do you still live in the house you grew up in? No. Which Spice Girl was your favorite? I don't remember their names. Do you think you look the best you've ever looked? Oh hell no. Have you been hurt by religion? Yes, honestly. In Truth or Dare, would you rather choose Truth or Dare? I always choose "truth." Have you ever had more than one crush at once? Yeah, I think that's perfectly normal to feel, even for someone monogamous like myself. Just when you establish a relationship, then it's time to make a choice. What social issue do you care about most? This is hard to say with how passionately I hold my opinions, but probably LGBTQ+ rights. It's just... so disgusting to me that I was once homophobic. It's like I want to make up for it. Just the idea of being repulsed by love just because someone has "the wrong thing" in their pants is just... appalling. When was the last time you read a Bible? Many, maaaany years ago I started reading it, but I didn't get very far at all. Do you own a Bible? I personally don't, but I know Mom has one, maybe multiple. Do you discover new music regularly? No; I very much stick to what I know. It's great when I do, though, given that that's how I find new songs to repeat to the grave. What does your first name mean? "Of Britain" or something like that. What country do you live in? U.S.A. Do you believe that gays are born that way? Uh, yes? Who honestly believes a homosexual would *choose* to be in the discriminated minority? People are murdered and abused for simply their sexuality; no sane person would "choose" to risk that torture.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''as above so below'' by in this moment

[an-unknown-writers-world]

First Pitch

Summary: Bucky’s been keeping the reader at a distance, but he needs an escort to the Yankees game which leads to some unexpected confessions. 

A/N: First attempt back at writing; this is absolute trash. Sorry, not sorry. 

Word Count: 3,335

You sat at the kitchen island reading a book while you at your breakfast. It had been a peaceful morning, by the grace of god Sam and Bucky both slept in leaving you to enjoy the peace. You’d think after living together for over a year they would get along better, but the jabs never seem to end; although it is getting hard to tell if they’re because they actually care for each other and don’t want to admit it or if they truly do still hate each other. You had just taken your last bite when Bucky emerged into the kitchen. 

“Morning,” He said in a still sleepy rough voice.

“Morning, Buck.” 

You went back to your book thinking that was the end of the conversation. It’d been a year since Pepper moved you into the compound. You were a Red Room survivor and long-time friend of Natasha, so when you showed up at the remnants of the compound looking for her Pepper offered her place in what remained of the Avengers Initiative to you. It was no secret that you’d never be able to fill those shoes, they were impossible to fill, but you looked forward to being a part of something bigger. Sam had welcomed you with open arms, Bucky, on the other hand, kept you at arm’s length. 

“Any plans for the day?” Bucky asked coming to stand across the counter from you. 

His coffee cup steamed on the counter in front of him, you looked it at rather than him, confused by his sudden concern in your plans. If there was no mission in the works or casual polite conversation involved, Bucky rarely spoke to you. He was never rude, but he certainly didn’t extend an olive branch or show any interest in being friends of any kind. In fact, every time you would take a step towards friendship, he would push you away. 

“Nothing really. I might go for a run later, but I haven’t decided.” You paused for a moment. “Why, did something happen? Fury calling us in?”

He shook his head, “No,” He hesitated, “just curious.”

You stood from the stool to clear your dishes confused by the exchange. Tension between the two of you wasn’t uncommon, but this felt far different. 

“(Y/N), have you ever been to a baseball game?”

Well, this just got weirder. You thought to yourself.

You closed the dishwasher door, “No, Buck. I’ve never really cared for any sport but football.”

He nodded smiling to himself, “I remember Nat talking about going to a game with you. She had a lot of fun that day. She did warn that anyone who goes to something like that would you should be prepared for the drunk you.” He chuckled softly, “She said it’s pretty entertaining.”

Your heart warmed at the topic of your old friend. “I miss her.” You confessed. 

He placed his flesh hand on your shoulder softly, “Me too.” 

Internally your mind was throwing all kinds of flags – red danger, orange caution signs. But you smiled at the gesture.

He turned his attention back to his coffee cup; you took the opportunity to put some distance between you; taking your own cup to the coffee maker to get a fresh cup. 

“Steve and I used to go to baseball games when we were kids.” He reminisced. “The Dodgers were in Brooklyn back then.” 

You laughed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. I just don’t remember a time that they weren’t in Los Angeles.” 

He smiled. “Sometimes I forget how young you are.” 

“Age isn’t relative.” You replied automatically. 

“This is harder than it was back in the day.” He mumbled so low you weren’t sure you were supposed to hear. 

You came to stand across from him, coffee cups and island in between. “Bucky?” You said trying to get his attention.

He looked up at you, you could see the torture in his eyes. 

“Hey, whatever it is. Just spit it out.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, “Would you be willing to come to the Yankees game with me this afternoon? I have to throw out the first pitch for Stark Industries.”

“Oh,” You were shocked at the question.

You searched his expression, he seemed sincere in his request and you could see the anxiety eating away at him as you contemplated his request. Part of you wanted to decline the request because it seemed so far out of the left-field, but the bigger part of you wanted to say yes. You wanted to be friends with your housemates, and this was a good first step.  Besides you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t admit there was a part of you that had wanted more with Bucky.

“It’s okay if you can’t or don’t want to.”

“No, no.” You suddenly felt bad it took so long for you to answer. “I’d be happy to go with you. Two conditions, though.” You smiled.

“Name ‘em.” He replied with a confused smile.

“You have to answer all my ridiculous questions and beer is a requirement.”

He laughed; it was a musical sound that you didn’t often hear. “I think I can handle both.”

“When is the game?” You asked. 

“We need to leave in two hours.” He replied.

You scrunched your face in frustration as you rounded the counter to put your cup in the dishwasher. “You’re giving me a two-hour notice to figure out the game of baseball and figure out appropriate attire for a game.” 

Bucky smiled, “You don’t have to learn anything about the game, I’ll teach you.” He drank from his coffee cup, “And its September in New York, whatever you might wear to a picnic or to the park or something, that would be fine for a baseball game.”

You nodded, “I guess I’m going to go get dressed.”

As you turned to walk away Bucky’s hand casually caught your own, you turned back to look at him.

“Thank you.” He said softly.

You squeezed his hand lightly. “You certainly don’t have to thank me.” You smiled back, “I should be the one thanking you for taking me to someplace new.” 

** Two Hours Later **

 The clock read 1:56 PM and you were startled by a soft knock on your bedroom door.

“(Y/N), the cars here,” Bucky said from the opposite side of the door. 

“Coming.” You said getting up from your vanity.

You heard the footsteps down the hall signaling that Bucky wasn’t waiting outside your door any longer.  Taking a deep breath, you tried to remind yourself this was just another day. You looked in the mirror one last time – sporting a red tank top, denim capris and black Nike’s; it didn’t feel right, but it would have to do. Opening the door, you made your way down the hall and the flight of stairs leading to the big open foyer. Bucky stood with his back to the stairs looking at his phone, the sound of your footsteps drawing his attention to turn around. 

“Wow,” He said smiling. “You look amazing.” 

A blush crept up your cheeks, “Thanks, Buck.”

He held out his arm, “We should go, Pepper sent over a car. Apparently, she doesn’t trust me to get to the game myself.”

You laughed grabbing a hold of his arm. “I probably wouldn’t trust you either.” 

“I should probably be offended by that statement,” Bucky said as he led you out of the door.

“You probably would be, if you didn’t know there was some truth to it.”

He laughed as the driver opened the backdoor.

“Thank you,” You said as he waited for you to get in before closing it himself. 

The drive went by quickly despite being through heavy traffic, electricity seemed to fill the silent car as you both looked out your separate windows as the car. When you arrived at the stadium you were taken by a security team to a private box that overlooked the stadium while Bucky was led to the locker room where he would meet the team and prepare for the first pitch.

“Sergeant Barnes will be up after the ceremonial pitch, through those doors,” the man pointed, “is a full bar and eatery. If you need anything, Mrs. Barnes security will be right outside the door. Enjoy the game.”

The man didn’t wait for any response, he just left the box. You were shocked by the man’s assumption that you were married. You wondered if Pepper knew you would be in attendance, or was Bucky planning to bring someone else? Before you let your mind wander any further you walked through the door the attendant had pointed out and got two beers – one for you and one for Bucky.

You sat in the middle seat of the row and watched as the players of each team warmed up and Bucky appeared to chat up some executive looking people. You were impressed at how casual he made everything look, you knew the anxiety he was feeling about the situation only because you had known him so long. You imagined if Steve and Natasha were still here how different this situation would be, you may not even be here; but if you were you could imagine Steve cheering him on and Natasha telling him not to cheat with his metal arm. Cheers broke your thoughtful trance as the announcer introduced the ‘Avenger Sgt Bucky Barnes on behalf of Stark Industries’. You smiled and cheer from your seat as he threw out the first pitch. 

It was only a matter of minutes before the box door opened and Bucky appeared. 

“Looked good out there Barnes.” You said turning to look at him.

“Thanks, it’s been a long time since I’ve thrown a baseball.” He said coming to sit next to you.

“What a hundred years or so?” You smirked.

“Oh, you’ve got jokes now do you?” He laughed.

“I don’t know if they actually have any effect on you, but I got you a beer.” You gestured to the cup holder in front of him.

“Thank you,” He said reaching for the bottle.

You watched rotations of batters come up slowly piecing together the bits of the game, you’d probably be more focused on the game if Bucky’s arm wasn’t slung across the back of your seat. It was a simple gesture that shouldn’t be so distracting, but this was the closest proximity you’d ever been with each other.  Emptying your own beer bottle, you slipped it back in the cupholder.

“Would you like another?” Bucky asked as he emptied his own. “I believe that was part of the agreement.”

You smiled at him, “Yes please.”

He stood to grab both bottles, “I’ll be right back.”

The short time he was gone you found yourself paying closer attention to the game, it was seemingly straight forward – ball hit, run to base and try not to get out. It was clearly more complicated, but that was definitely the basic understanding. 

Bucky came to sit next to you again, holding out the beer to you with a smile grinning from ear to ear. 

“Thank you” You took it, “what’s got you so smiley?” You asked.

“Did you know they think we’re married?” He laughed.

“I assumed they probably did. The man who brought me up here referred to me as Mrs. Barnes.” 

“It does have a nice ring to it,” Bucky mumbled,

He had a good habit of mumbling; you often chose not to respond because you rarely thought you were actually supposed to hear them. A blush crept up your cheeks at his statement, nonetheless. A few more silent moments passed between you.

“I feel like I’m not keeping up my end of the bargain.” He said breaking the silence. 

“What do you mean?”

“I was under the impression that I would be answering ridiculous questions.” 

You laughed, “It seems straight forward enough, I haven’t thought of any.” 

“They don’t have to be just about the game.” He replied.

The answer surprised you. Bucky had never been very open with you and this seemed like an open invitation to be just that.

“Well, this could get interesting.” You smiled before taking a sip of your beer.

He flashed you a sincere Bucky smile, the kind that could melt even the thickest ice blocks.

“You never did answer the question about this?” You gestured towards the beer in his hand.

“It does affect me; it takes a lot more than the average person.”

You nodded, “Do you really hate Sam?”

He laughed, “I can’t answer that, you’ll tell him.”

You laughed and shook your head. “I would never.” 

He stuck out his flesh pinky towards you, “promise?”

You pink promised him.

“No I don’t; not since after the blip.”

“But you’re still mean to him?”

“That term is a little harsh.”

You laughed, “You moved all of his bedroom furniture out to the courtyard knowing he’d come home in the middle of the night from a mission.”

Bucky laughed. “Point taken.”

You paused thinking for a moment, “What is your favorite color?” 

He looked at you puzzled by the simple question, “Red.” He replied.

“Favorite musician from your era?”

“It would depend on what the occasion was; probably Louis Armstrong or Bing Crosby.”

“Two names I can actually recognize.” You laughed.

“I’ve seen the stacks of Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald vinyl albums in your room.”

“You’ve been in there?” You questioned. 

“A few times.” He hesitated as he watched your expression, “Sometimes if you’re on a long mission or missed a check-in I will sit in there while I wait to hear.” He looked away and picked at the label on the bottle. “It makes me feel a little closer to you, the room smells like you too.”

You smiled at the sentiment of his statement. 

The two of you bantered back and forth, him answering any question you could think of; you attempted to keep them as lighthearted as possible. The game seemed to pass by quickly, the crowd being your indicator if something was good or bad. None of it seemed to matter much to the two of you. Bucky got up to get you both another round of drinks and came back with a pair of filled shot glasses. 

“To better friendships.” He said handing you one of the glasses. 

You smiled at him, “So you thought we were friends before this?” 

He looked at you confused, 

“I’m kidding Bucky.” You said setting your hand on his thigh. “Spre prietenie.”

Both of you downed your shots.

“I didn’t know you could speak Romanian.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” 

A light breeze kicked in causing you to shiver. You didn’t feel cold, but you were sure the alcohol had lowered your blood pressure causing your body temperature to decrease as well. 

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket,” Bucky said shimming out of the long sleeve black flannel he had on.

It left him in a short sleeve white t-shirt that sculpted to his body perfectly. He pulled the flannel over your shoulders wrapping you in the warmth and the sweet smell of him. 

“Thanks, Buck, guess I hadn’t realized it would get so chilly.”

He smiled back at you. 

“Alright folks, it’s time for the 7th inning stretch! Everybody on your feet!” The announcer called out. 

“Wait, it’s a real thing?” You asked with a laugh. 

“Come on doll,” Bucky said standing up. 

You had never seen him like this- childlike, innocent happiness. 

“Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd;” He sung out, swaying with the crowd. “Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back.” He smiled at you as you watched in awe, “ Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win, it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game” Bucky counted three strikeouts on his fingers in your direction. 

The crowd cheered as the song ended with everyone taking their seats. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at this new version of Bucky you witnessed. 

“What?” He said sitting down, his arm stretching behind your seat again. 

“Nothing,” 

“(Y/N), spit it out.” 

"This is a good look for you, Buck."

He looked at you confused.

"Happy." You stated, "I'm not even joking when I say that your smile could melt the polar ice caps."

The sun cast a shadow across his face, but you were pretty sure that you were witnessing him blush for the first time. You were beginning to think the alcohol was a bad idea, the line between the Bucky you knew, and the alcohol influenced Bucky was blurry and only got worse with each passing second. Picking up the bottle from the cup holder you finished what was left of it.

“I’m going to run to the little girl’s room.” You said standing up.

Bucky smiled up at you, “Do you want me to grab you another drink while you’re gone”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you though.”

You took the space as an opportunity to breathe and try and get your head back on straight. Something changed, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was no way that Bucky had ingested enough alcohol to make this kind of change. 

Smiling at him you sat back down. His arm quickly found its way around the back of your seat and you took it as an opportunity to make a move of your own, settling into your seat you rested your head on his shoulder. It was a simple gesture and he didn’t seem to pull away from it. Instead, his arm came to rest on your own pulling you closer to his side. Between the alcohol, the fall heat and the glorious smell that could only be described as Bucky you found yourself in a trance-like state.

The crowd cheered in the background as a fan caught a fly ball. 

“Hey, Buck,”

“Yeah doll?” 

“Thank you for today.” 

He squeezed you a little tighter, “I should be the one thanking you for coming with me.” You could feel the sigh he let out. “I also owe you an apology.”

With that, you pulled your head back to look at him.

“Please hear me out.”

“Okay.” 

“Ever since the day you moved in, I’ve kept you at a distance and I haven’t been fair to you. You can relate to so many things from my past and that terrified me; I would see you do amazing things and care so much about others around you. Every day I seem to fall more in love with you and I’m tired of fighting it.”

You smiled at his confession, pressure building in your chest. 

“I know that I haven’t given you any reason to feel the same, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to change that.”

Before he could say anymore you leaned forward to kiss him, your fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck. When you broke the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his neck trying to catch your breath, he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m guessing that means you’ll let me try to make it up to you.”

You both laughed softly.

Looking up at him you smiled, “You don’t have anything to make up.”

You laid your head on his shoulder again. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” You said softly.  “I don’t want to deal with Sam yet.”

Bucky laughed at your truthful statement. “I know a few ways to shut him up.”

It was your turn to laugh at him. 

He leaned in kissing you again, the game in front of you completely forgotten. You weren’t sure what any of this meant, but you were more than willing to find out.

**********

Thanks for reading!! If like what you read, you can find more here.

Tag List:  if you’d like to be added. Shoot me an ask. Also if you want to be removed (no hard feelings if that’s the case, I know my topic of people has changed): @starrynite7114 @genius2050 @badasseddy @knowles-morgan @itsnethbellins

#Bucky Barnes X Reader #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes Reader Insert #Marvel Reader Insert #Bucky Barnes Trash #sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan Trash #An Unknown Writers World writes #late night writes

[mgnifiqueyoo]

“Our Last Game...”

Stray Kids Lee Know (Minho)/Reader __ HIGH SCHOOL AU

(a/n: lmao I am NOT good with TITLES- forgive me bois)

Genre: fluff (’cause my heart can’t handle angst)

Word Count: 7.5K

"God, why am I this stupid?"

He asks himself as he struggled opening the door of his house. He was your cute neighbor and schoolmate. He scratched the back of his head as he tries kicking his front door down.

"Minho?"

You wondered why he looked like he was struggling while opening his own house's door. Did he just... lock himself out of his own house? You were too embarrassed to even talk to him or make eye contact with this handsome dude.

"Not today, Y/N."

You told yourself before rapidly and awkwardly walking towards your house. You felt pressured and you don't even know why you feel like it. Then, he notice you and your oddly fast awkward walking.

"Hey, Y/N!"

Well, how can he know your name when you're in different sections? You're caught by your crush, Minho, and you feel like you're going to faint if he ever comes closer to you. He, then, approaches you with a smile and also... the light blush on his cheeks.

"Hi? How are you?" "So... We're neighbors, right? I kinda need your help..." "Sure, what's up?" "I locked myself out of my house and I don't even know where my keys are..."

Minho shyly says with an awkward smile, his blush growing deeper. Wow, isn't the universe just playing with your feelings now? You can't even look at him!

He's way too handsome for your eyes to see.

"Well... I don't know but we can call your parents, right?" "... I actually can but there's a higher chance that they will not appear on time. They're like hours away from here. I actually don't know what to do now." "I don't know what to do, too... Let's try to think about doing something until one of us makes a decision-" "Actually, I have a better idea."

Minho smiles as he excitedly says,

"Come with me and help me with my homework before Mom comes back!"

Minho sits on the steps in front of his door with a smile on his face. You found this situation odd. If he can call his parents, then his parent can at least know what was happening? Yet, he wants to finish his homework with you.

But really, what's the point of declining his offer? He's literally your crush.

"What's your homework about?" "Well, uh... It's about Math and-" "Oh, no. I'm not really good at Math." "... Well, fuck. What do we do now?"

Minho asks, his frustration coming out through his words. You were surprised because of it. Minho cursing? You've never heard of that before and now you just did. You wondered if Minho was ever aware of how attractive he is.

"Uhh..." "... Oh? Oh, sorry for my bad mouth... I'm dumb sometimes..." "... Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, what's up?" "How did you know my name? Yeah, I know we're going to the same school but you're like... pretty freaking popular?" "... I'm popular? You may have mistaken that-" "Minho, every student talks about you in every section..."

You said with a slight frown. Minho was confused, he never really had a lot of friends like the popular ones and he was never really in a friend group. He tilted his head and frowned back.

"Well, why though?-" "They call you handsome and talented... Stuff like that?" "... Oh, I see. It's because I dance, isn't it?" "Definitely." "... Well, I knew you when I accidentally spilled coke on your shirt during the sports thing-" "Wait... That was you?!" "Yes! Also, you're my neighbor, I see you around this block a lot and my parents talk to your parents sometimes. Mom would also usually tell me to try and make friends with you but I'm too dumb."

You both awkwardly laughed. This was like the feeling when your first boyfriend asked you out for prom. Sadly, that ex moved to a different country and got a different girl now.

Now, it's like it's the same thing but different.

"Well, since now I told you about it... It just makes me think how clumsy I am? I'm a dancer, I'm not supposed to be clumsy!-" "Do you fall on the floor when you dance?" "... No?" "Good because I fell on the floor and hit my left cheek during my first ever try-outs in volleyball in like... seventh grade, Minho..." "Wait, you were the one I brought to the clinic?!" "You're the one who brought me to the clinic?!"

You both laughed once again, both of you more comfortable. When you looked into each others eyes, you felt breathless. One thing you didn't know is that he felt breathless, too.

"S-So, uhh... Let's listen to some music? I have a bomb ass playlist that you might like..." "I'm more into chill but sure!" "... Actually, I'm really sorry for the coke spilling incident. You had to play all sports with a different shirt and seeing you wearing a black shirt out of all the players wearing white ones made me feel uneasy." "It's alright, Minho. At least I was wearing one of the varsity shirts."

You smiled and he was feeling breathless once again. To distract himself, he opens his bag wider and gets his phone from it. He pulls out one of his bluetooth earbuds and wipes it with alcohol before handing it to you.

"Shall we listen? You know, I have plenty of chill songs for slow and dramatic choreography. You can listen to that if you want." "I can listen to anything you want to listen to. My music taste is pretty diverse."

You replied while giving him a smirk jokingly. Minho smiled and played the song. Apparently, the song is called District 9 and you felt like there was straight up rave in your ears.

You loved the song even though it's not "chill".

"Well... That's just really cool, Minho!" "I told you... My playlist is the bomb." "I guess you're just as cool as your playlist-" "You're awesome, Y/N. I really have no words..."

Why did he call you awesome when the two of you just interacted today?

"I'm awesome? Don't you-" "Yeah... Wait, do you think I talk to girls?" "... Duh? Literally, everyone in my class talks about you smiling at them-" "Well, I only smile but I don't talk! You're probably the only girl I talked to... Oh! And the female teachers because I usually get in trouble..." "... What trouble?" "Misplacing my homeworks because I don't really get enough sleep." "Oh... Well, then. At least it's not too bad? I usually miss my assignments when I have upcoming... games and such?" "Wow, you're such a jock."

Minho jokingly scoffs as you have him a small smile. The two of you looked up to see the sky as you both noticed that the clouds started turning grey. It was about to rain and the two of you might get sick if you don't go under a roof.

"Looks like it's about to rain... We should go somewhere, Minho." "I don't even get why I'm stuck outside but sure, let's go somewhere else..."

You guessed that the universe is giving you a chance to talk to him longer and you just had to do it.

"We can go at my place if you want? Unless, you wanna get sick-" "Sure! I'll go with you... Are your parents home?" "No one's at home... No boys allowed upstairs, Minho-" "I KNOW THAT!"

Minho whines as both of you went together to your house before it finally starts raining. You and Minho sat beside each other on your couch as you turned on the TV. Minho looks at you with such judgement.

"What?" "... You still watch TV shows ON THE TV?" "... Yes? So?" "So?! Well, Y/N. That's just so unusual! Everyone literally watches shows and dramas using their laptops-" "So, you're telling me that taking care of my eyes is unusual?" "... Oh... I didn't think of that."

Minho awkwardly admits as the two of you laughed once again. Before interacting with Minho, you always thought that he was such a cool guy and that he's always serious. Now that you interacted with Minho, he's actually an awkward dork who's very nice and very talented.

Now, your crush on him got even bigger.

"Well, I kinda have to ask something. Do you have a strong internet connection?" "My Wi-Fi is actually good enough... What are you gonna do with it?" "I have to email my dance coach that I can't send the choreography video tonight... I can send the video tomorrow, though. Wi-Fi password, please."

Minho says while raising both of his eyebrows, convincing you to give him the Wi-Fi password.

"Give me your phone-" "What? No!" "Do you want the Wi-Fi or what?" "Just give me a minute!"

Minho seemed suspicious. What was he hiding from you? If it was porn then you wouldn't really care about it.

"GIVE ME THE PHONE!" "NO!"

Minho loudly disagrees as you snatched his phone from his hand. The thing was his phone was already unlocked so it's easier for you to just enter the Wi-Fi password in the Settings app. Then, you noticed who was his wallpaper.

It was you.

"Uhh..." "I can explain... I purposely tried having subtle interactions with you... You're really cool and I love the way you play volleyball in the varsity. You're just cool and I'm a... I'm actually a big fan of you."

What? Did he really just say this to the person who has a crush on him? The universe really is giving you all the good luck right now!

Those embarrassing moments you had during important school events led to this?! It started from the moment you fell on the ground and hit your cheek during try-outs. The second one? When he "accidentally" spilled coke on your shirt. Now, when he actually locked himself out of his house.

"Oh, come on. Just say that you have a crush on me!"

You joked but he didn't smile or laugh. He snatches his phone from your hands and puts it on the kitchen counter. Yes, the two of you were in the kitchen now because of all the running.

"Yeah, I like you a lot... but please don't misunderstand the whole "locking myself out" situation. I literally did lock myself out because I'm dumb and awkward with literally everything." "... So, you really locked yourself out of your house?" "Yep... Sorry for the inconvenience, I guess..."

The silence that filled the room was your opportunity to tell him that you do have the biggest crush on him.

"I like you, too..." "... Wait, what?-" "Yeah, yeah. Mock me all you want, Minho. How can you not notice that I have a crush on you, too?" "I don't... I don't know? You didn't tell me anything, ma'am." "... Well, I've had a crush on you since I saw you compete in a dance battle for the sports event at school... You're also cool and you really know a lot of stuff. Plus! You're intelligent except for the Math homework..." "Yeah, I can't understand the Math homework at all... But, do you really think that... I'm cool?" "Well, yeah! Although, you looked pretty blunt when I see you came home earlier... Why is that?"

Minho sighs when you asked him that question.

"Well, that's because a lot of guys at school didn't really want to be friends with me." "How so? 'Cause you're much awesome than them?" "It's because all of their girlfriends were always talking about me and they want me to stay away from everyone at school basically-" "What the fuck? Thank god, I broke up with my ex." "... YOU HAVE AN EX?!

Minho was shocked, it was because he never had a girlfriend before in his whole life. He was too busy with academics and dancing that he just never had time for relationships. You, however, were also focused on doing your best at everything you can do well in.

It basically means that you can do everything amazingly because you're pretty much interested with doing every single activity.

You had a boyfriend because you both had "feelings" for each other at the time but as time goes by, both of you grew out of it.

"Why are you so surprised?! Every senior high school student probably has an ex?" "... I don't..." "... Wait, you don't?" "Yeah, I seriously don't..."

Then, silence filled the room once again. You felt your heart beating faster because of the awkward silence. Minho looks around before looking back at you.

Then, your awkward ass asked.

"Hey... What if we... try?" "... Try what?" "You know? Go out on a date sometime?" "... Isn't this already a date? Because it really feels like a date to me, Y/N."

He replied while gazing into your eyes, making you blush and look away.

"Well, then. Do you want to have a second date?" "Sure. Why would I say no to my crush?"

He answers again with this handsome smile. You literally squealed a little so that he wouldn't find you weird. The universe really loves giving you all the luck this time.

After a while, Minho showed that he really isn't that smooth. He literally squealed excitedly like how girls do after their crushes talk to them. You liked this side of Minho.

He really is cute.

Then, you remembered something.

"Don't you need the Wi-Fi password?" "Yeah, I do. Please type it..." "Look, if we ever start officially dating each other... then, I may have to give you my Wi-Fi password-" "Then, I may have to convince you into dating me because... you're just so cool and perfect." "Work hard on that, Minho."

Then, his phone rang. Minho's mother was calling him. Minho made this uneasy face before answering the call.

"Hey, Mom-" "Where are you?! It's past seven o'clock and you're not even home yet! The lights are turned off and the door is still closed-" "I got locked out, Mom! I couldn't find my keys-" "The spare keys were in the mailbox like I told you earlier!" "Why were the keys in the mailbox?!" "WE DON'T HAVE A MAILMAN! Minho, you better come home now. Where are you?" "... I'm at Y/N's-" "At Y/N's?! I'll be there, sweetie."

The way Minho's mother mood just changed that quick shocked Minho a lot. Your doorbell rang and the two of you were nervous. First of all, your parents don't know that you were alone with Minho in your house.

Second of all, you broke the "no boys allowed" rule.

You opened the door to see Mrs. Lee smiling at the two of you.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lee..." "Good evening to you, too. Did the two of you have fun together?"

You didn't know how to answer because you were nervous. That's literally your crush's mom talking to you. Minho notices that you couldn't answer so he answered instead.

"We became good friends, Mom..." "Well, that's great! Maybe we can have dinner together with your family next week, Y/N!"

His mother excitedly says as you sighed before smiling at her. You were really nervous.

"Of course, Mrs. Lee. We can have dinner with you..." "Thank you, dear! Well, Minho and I have to go home and eat dinner now. See you next week at our house!"

Minho's wrist was grabbed forcefully by his mother as he awkwardly waved a goodbye to you.

"Are you dating her now, Minho?-" "No, Mom!"

- SCHOOL : 5:30 PM -

"Look at her. She's so chubby and just so annoying to look at! Ugh..."

One of the cheerleaders started talking about you. Well, you weren't really insecure about yourself because you know that you're really good in sports. But sometimes, these girls are a bit too much.

"You know I can hear you, right?" "Yeah? And so?" "Man, don't test me. I work out."

Saying those words make you feel confident about yourself. So what if you're a bit chubby and a bit built? Everyone should be unique and these mean cheerleaders should know that a tiny waist is conventionally "sexy and fit".

"So, you're gonna play a game with the boys again? You're like a boy yourself, Y/N. That's why your boyfriend broke up with you. You're too manly!"

Now, that just hit you. It hit you differently and you can say that... it hurts. That specific insult hurt your feelings a lot.

Before you can even reply, you saw Minho running down the gym. He was warming up and exercising since he'll be competing in a dance contest that will be held in a different school. He was the dance representative of your school.

You also just finished training so that you could join the line up for the game in that same school Minho will compete in.

"Hey!" "Hi, Minho!"

The cheerleaders said in unison and you just felt like facepalming. They just made you feel ashamed of yourself and your body and now they're flirting with Minho because he said a "Hey!"? For clarification, that "Hey!" was meant for you.

"Uh... Hi to you, too? Anyways... Y/N, do you have an extra slot?" "You're talking to Y/N?!"

The one who humiliated you asked Minho, she couldn't believe that he's talking to you instead of them. Again, Minho never talked to any girl at school because he was awkward and their boyfriends told him not to do so.

"Am I talking to you? No..." "How can you talk to her when I'm the one sending you letters and gifts everyday?!" "She's literally my neighbor..."

Minho mumbles with a frown and sighed, he was clearly annoyed.

"Your boyfriend told me not to talk to you and now I can see why."

Minho was sassy this time and you never knew that. You chuckled and organized your bag. Minho looked at you and he felt bad.

He didn't know that the person he looks up to was being bullied by cheerleaders everyday. You were only popular among the varsity guys because you're such an ace. You're literally good at everything.

"Anyways... Hey, Y/N! Do you have an extra class this hour?" "Extra class? I don't have one actually. My schedule is just organized the way it should be-" "Great! I'll eat dinner with you tonight... Also, I'll be cooking-" "You cook?!" "Duh? Anyways, I'll be changing. Wait for me outside the locker room!"

Minho excitedly said as he skips his way to the boys' locker room. You were left alone with cheerleaders and... it was just straight up uncomfortable. Then, Minho stopped midway.

He realized that you were in need of help.

"Damn it, Minho."

He mumbled and sighed before running to the gym once again. He's literally drenched in sweat and he might get a cold if he doesn't change his shirt immediately. Then, he sees you crying on the floor.

Why were you crying? The girls insulted you more and even called you names. They even threw a lot of stuff at you, either food or drinks.

Either way, you felt like shit.

"Y/N! Y/N, hey..." "Why is this my body? Why am I not like them? Minho... I don't know... I really don't know where I went wrong-" "It's because you never went wrong! You're just... yourself! And that's okay!-" "No, it's not!... This is why Jaehyun broke up with me... I'm such a loser-" "But you're not!"

Minho sighs as he zips your backpack open and picked up a towel. He, then, wipes your face with the spare towel. You were surprised that he, the ace of talent, would wipe your face and shoulders splattered with food and sodas.

"Look... You're not a loser, Y/N. Don't you know that? Every member in the varsity teams, either talent stuff or sports stuff, talks about you! Be thankful that they talk about you and how you're literally good in everything rather than just your appearance... You're more than whatever they think you are, Y/N. Please know that..."

Minho reminds you while he wipes the mess away. He sighs because he extremely hates this type of situation especially humiliation. He wanted to get back at the cheerleaders.

Minho would literally throw the same types of food they threw at you.

"Hey, Minho?" "Yes?" "... Thanks... Thanks for being here for me." "I know that... well... you got lonely after Ryujin and Yeji moved schools. You're still in touch with them, right?" "Yeah, I'm still in touch with them. I'm glad you asked me about that..."

You smiled, Minho was really caring for you. Then, he remembered about what you said about your ex boyfriend. He didn't want to bring back the past if the past still hurts you but he was just genuinely curious about the ex thing.

"Hey, I have a question..." "Sure. What is it?" "... What happened between you and Jaehyun?" "Tsk, that? Well, nothing much... We crushed on each other, we dated each other for months and months, then he had to move somewhere else in the globe because of his interest in a specific school... and then, I waited and waited for him to come back... Then, I realized that he has a new girl and that he told me I was just a 'fling'... I don't really care if he left me like that it's just that I don't want that to happen again."

You explained and he was both annoyed and confused. If you and Jaehyun dated for months and he suddenly says you're just a fling then... it was a one sided relationship, right? Minho couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that someone would just ghost you like that and then tell you that you were just a fling without any explanation.

"He just... told you off like that?" "Yes... Not even in a phone call, man. Just a blunt ass text message... I just don't want to be hurt like that again." "... Well, you won't be... I'm here now..."

Minho tried convincing you and you couldn't look away from his gaze. You didn't want to trust anyone this quick because you don't want your feelings to be smashed and thrown away like it was nothing again.

"... Let's go home. We wouldn't want to be late for dinner." "Yep, I'm pretty hungry... You'll cook for us, right?" "Absolutely. I really need to please your parents or I may not have you and I really don't want that to happen." "Damn... You like my awkward ass this much?" "Yeah, especially that a-" "Shut it."

You interrupted Minho because it was... well... making you blush and making your heart pound faster. He stood up from the floor while you fixed your unorganized backpack. Minho notices this as he lends you a hand.

"Let's have dinner, Y/N."

He smiles as you held his hand and stood up from the floor, walking with him until you reached your house.

"Hey, I forgot to change my clothes. I'll be changing first before we have dinner..." "Oh? Sure! It's fine. I'll be changing into... not messed up clothes..."

You joked as the two of you awkwardly went into your houses. As soon as Minho closes the door, he yelled a "Yes!" as his parents looked at him weirdly. Then, his mother finally realized why he yelled excitedly.

"Minho? Dear, do you... like Y/N?-" "Me?!- Of course not!- She's a!... She's a friend! And my neighbor!-" "Oh, shut it. Your dad and I know that you like this girl and we will support it if the two of you will... well... date!" "... Ugh, fine. Yes, I do really like her a lot." "Minho, you silly boy. You have to at least give her something if you're courting her!"

His mother suggested as he frowned, thinking of what he could give you. He literally is an ace but he really doesn't know how to court the girl he likes. He has literally never courted anyone at all in his whole life!

"... Is a dance piece good enough?-" "No! What I meant is like... flowers? Chocolates? You know, the type of things that girls will usually swoon over..." "... But Y/N will probably find it weird. She's an ace in everything... kinda like me but she's more on the sports side." "... Well, I suggest you ask your lovely father about courting! Get some advice from him, Minho..."

His mother smiled at him as Minho smiled back, running upstairs to his room later. He yells again in excitement before changing into a semi-formal shirt and some jeans to go with. He was nervous because this is the first time he will ever do this type of thing.

He finally went downstairs after his mom and dad waited for him to get dressed.

"Ready, son?" "Yes, Dad. I'm kinda ready now..."

Minho nervously says as the family finally went to your house. You and your parents almost argued before Minho's family ever came into your house. The argument?

"Minho's planning to court you and you're wearing a basic white shirt? That's not even a casual shirt, Y/N. That's literally one of your varsity shirts last year-" "But Mom! This shirt is literally more comfortable and Minho might find me weird if-" "NO BUTS, Y/N. Change your shirt at least before Minho arrives! At least I know that Minho's parents are good and that Minho is a good guy unlike your last boyfriend-" "I KNOW THAT, MOM."

You said as you rolled your eyes and rushed upstairs, changing your clothes last minute. You came downstairs wearing a pink shirt and black jeans. Your mother shook her head, you looked too casual for a semi-formal dinner with Minho's rich ass parents.

However, you father thought you looked beautiful. Why? Because he saw how happy and excited you were.

This was the first time you've ever been this happy since your relatonship with Jaehyun ended.

"Good evening, Mrs. L/N." "Welcome, Minho!"

Your mother excitedly greeted Minho and his family. Both of you were nervous as hell. First of all, a boy courting you right now is a first time experience even your ex boyfriend didn't court you. Jaehyun literally straight up told your mom he loved you and your family ended up having a fight with Jaehyun.

"I'm really excited to cook for all of you tonight. I've been wanting to do this for like... ages, Mrs. L/N." "Well, Minho. I think you're not so different from what Y/N tells me about you." "... She talks about... me?" "Of course, dear! She always does!"

You were embarrassed and you finally facepalmed after a while. Minho takes a look at you, giving you a small and quick smirk before looking back to your mother. Your mother really exposed you in front of your crush.

"Well, Mrs. L/N. Our son talks about her a lot, too. He talks about how "fun" and "easy-going" her personality is almost everyday. He doesn't get tired of talking about her and I'm really glad that Minho is enjoying his time with Y/N."

His father said, being proud that his son finally got out of his comfort zone to meet new people and is enjoying his time with you. Minho facepalmed, he was embarrassed. His cheeks? So red.

"Well, Mrs. L/N. I would love to cook for tonight's dinner! I've been planning this since... since my mother planned this... dinner!" "Oh, that's delightful! The kitchen is over there at the back-" "Sure, thanks."

Minho rambled as he grabbed the basket full of ingredients and walked to the kitchen awkwardly. Your parents don't even know that Minho stayed in your house for a few hours since that day he got locked out of his house. Surprisingly, his "intimidating" parents didn't alarm your mother.

Why? Because they want you to be Minho's first girlfriend.

"Oh, Mom? I'm gonna go help Minho cook-" "Do you even cook, Y/N?" "... I do! I cooked pasta once!-" "You burnt the pasta because you didn't put water in it-" "MOM, I'M GONNA HELP MINHO."

You angrily rambled, making your way to the kitchen already. You tapped Minho's shoulder and he just stared at you for a few seconds. He found you beautiful.

"Hey, can you tell your parents-" "Oh, don't worry. My mother promised me not to tell your parents I got here HA-" "Oh, thank god. I was literally gonna flip the table if your parents told them..." "... You can do that, right?" "Do what?" "... Flip the table-" "Yeah, I can but that's not the point! Anyways..."

You breathed in deeply. You can finally tell Minho your iconic pun. Minho, even if he really is very much in love with you, rolls his eyes whenever you tell him your puns.

But you've been waiting to tell him this pun.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" "... I swear to god, I'm gonna throw you across the room if you don't stop doing that-" "Well, you gotta stop mentioning how you like my a-" "Can you shut it?!"

Minho was either giggling or panicking. Maybe both at the same time. You looked at the recipe and you didn't even understand one thing.

"So... you really cook this type of stuff?" "Yeah! Cooking is one of my hobbies because I dance a lot so I need to eat a lot, too." "... Actually, that's a fact. When your body is like always active with sports and stuff, you gotta eat a lot. I don't even know what the cheerleaders do to themselves..." "... What do you mean?" "Don't you know the "cheerleader diet" they do every single day? I don't know but I kinda think that's a bit unhealthy if they're dieting everyday. Shame on that female gym teacher who mostly choreographs the cheer dances..." "... Yeah... Shame on that bitch."

Minho says with a frown as the two of you rolled your eyes at the same time. Yes, most of the cheerleaders might've been bullying you lately but nobody deserves to be THAT restricted in their own CHOICE OF EATING. Minho lays all the ingredients on the kitchen counter one by one.

"You know, I really cook well and all of my dishes taste good but I don't really cook for others except my family..." "... And, why do you wanna say that?" "Because this is basically one of my ways in treating you and your family... well... like mine, too!

You were surprised. It seemed that Minho was really serious about you. Well, he really is serious about you and he wouldn't let anyone break your heart again.

"You know, I can't cook... I literally can't cook..." "How so?" "... So like I was trying to cook pasta once and I burnt it..." "... You BURNT pasta?! How do you burn pasta-" "I forgot to put water-" "You forgot TO PUT WATER?!... I swear, I'm going to cook for you once we become... well?" "... Oh, shut it!-" "But I'm just telling you the truth! I really like you and I want to be with you..."

You couldn't even reply without the tendency of stuttering. Minho winks and smirks before focusing in cooking. Basically, all you did was hand him bowls, spoons, and such.

After he finishes cooking, the two of you came back with the dish. He cooked some fajitas because he wanted to cook something that isn't a Korean dish. The six of you sat in one dinner table, his parents facing yours as the two of you faced each other.

"So, Minho. Y/N told us that you dance very well, right?" "Oh? Oh, I dance but I'm not that good-"

You interrupted him, your mouth filled with food.

"Hey, shut it. You're really amazing at dancing, Minho. Don't even try denying that."

You joked as he smiled at you. Although, both of your parents didn't get the joke. Minho's parents thought that you were a bit rude since you interrupted him while speaking.

"My son was speaking?" "... Oh... Mom, it's just a part of our jokes. Please don't take it the wrong way. We just play around like this..."

Minho looked very frustrated and nervous. You were more nervous than Minho. Imagine if his parents dislike you because of a simple inside joke the two of you do everyday.

"Oh? Is that so? Oh, lord. I don't understand kids these days... Anyways, Minho told us that you're good in every sport? Am I right?" "Oh, me? I'm not really that good in every sport. I'm just an average-"

Now, Minho does the same to you.

"What the heck are you saying, Y/N? Don't even try to deny the fact that you're the greatest female player AND CAPTAIN at varsity. You're literally an ace and you can't change my mind otherwise..."

Minho jokes as both his and your parents stared at him. When he noticed everyone staring at him, you couldn't look at him straight without chuckling. You facepalmed instead, holding back your laughter because everything that's happening at the moment was getting more awkward each second.

"... See? It's our type of humor, Mom."

Minho awkwardly laughs as you sighed, facepalming once again. This might be the most awkward dinner scene in every awkward dinner scene. Your father sighed before taking a bite of Minho's fajitas.

"... This actually tastes incredible!" "Oh, Mr. L/N. Our son cooks well and he's great at it." "Now, I can see why our dear daughter says he's an ace. He's good at everything! Imagine also being good at cooking, right?"

It was great that your father appreciated Minho's cooking. Minho sighed in relief, giving you a smile after it. He was really nervous around your parents and you wanted to talk him out of his nervousness.

He can fake confidence! He's a performer after all.

"Hey, uh... We're just gonna talk into the kitchen, Mom. You guys have fun..."

You smiled as you pulled Minho's wrist, dragging him into the kitchen. He breathes out heavily, putting his hand on his chest. You were surprised.

He really was this nervous?

"Well, aren't you really nervous?" "Shut up, Y/N. I'm literally shaking... What if your parents don't like me? What do I fucking do?-" "Look, Minho. We aren't even together yet. Just do your best, I'm pretty sure they're gonna like you- Wait, fuck. What if YOUR parents don't like ME?" "... But they do! I'm sure they do like you. We can invite them for the year-end sports event! My parents can see an ace play every type of sport without failing!" "... That's actually a good idea! Then, my parents can see an ace dance amazingly on stage." "... Pshh, shut up..."

Minho rolls his eyes and tries hiding the faint blush on his cheeks by turning his back on you. Then, you finally realized that the both of you had to go back to the dining room and eat with each others' parents. To make him blush once again, you held his hand surprisingly.

"We should probably eat now... Let's go?"

The horrified look on his face made you smile as his cheeks blushed deeper.

"Are you being embarrassed because I'm holding your hand-" "I swear to god, I'm gonna throw myself." "... Okay but don't do that, Minho." "Lol, I won't..." "... This is a verbal conversation-" "Shut up and let's go."

Minho sighs, feeling nervous once again but because you held his hand... he felt cute and comfortable. Both of you went to the dining room. Minho didn't feel nervous anymore.

The night went great between your family and his family.

- YEAR-END SPORTS EVENT : 12:00 PM -

"Alright, team. We can do this. It's just basketball. It's our specialty, alright?" "Yes, captain."

The members said in unison. It was probably vaguely detailed since you were always called an "ace" in this story but you're actually the captain. Yes, THE captain of every SPORT.

That's how much of an ace you were, considering that you're the only girl member of the varsity.

How were you chosen? Most of the boys at school don't really follow the rules despite their strength and skills in different types of sports. You, however, never cheated in a game once and... well... you were just as skillful as your members but you were more determined in "fairness" than "winning". Although, you sucked at your first try-outs in seventh grade because you were panicking.

That's why the coach chose you and you've been the captain for three years already. 

"Let's go! Let's go!"

You cheered as all of you went outside the locker room. Earlier, you were at the girls' locker room because you're a girl and you weren't allowed to be in the boys' locker room. However, the coach always texts you when your teammates were done dressing up so that you could enter their locker room.

Now, the show is about to begin in a minute.

This was your last game and you wanted to achieve something as a personal validation.

The audience started cheering as the cheerleaders started dancing. The host started to announce that the game was about to start and that is when you finally cracked your knuckles and rolled back your shoulders a bit. Of course, you were nervous but also excited at the same time.

The Basketball captain from the other team asked,

"Which one of y'all is the captain?"

The members pointed to you as you raised your hand.

"Well... That's funny... Good luck to your girly team, Cap!" "... Yeah. I think we'll do good so watch your back."

You answered as the host blew the whistle and everyone started cheering for different types of names. You weren't in the first line up so you had time to start cheering for your members.

Then, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification.

It was a text from Minho.

[ "I'm actually shaking in my seat. Do well!" - Minho ]

You smiled as you watched the first set of the game finished. Well, it was great that your team won. The captain of the other team was seen clearly annoyed.

"You're not winning this game, girly." "What did I tell you? Oh, yeah. Watch your back."

You scoffed, you turn into a different person when some irresponsible captain tries dragging your team because your team's captain is a girl. Your coach runs up to you. It looked like he was about to say something important.

"Y/N, we're saving you for the third set." "But coach, what if someone gets hurt? Their captain was being an ass and-" "..." "... Oh, I'm sorry for my language but I have a gut-feel that someone might get hurt." "No one is gonna get hurt, Y/N. You are our ace and we need you to play for the last game." "... Fine but if someone gets hurt during the second set, I will have to be the substitute for them."

You told your coach as he nodded. The second set starts and guess what happened? The asshole captain purposely "bumped" into Jisung as Jisung fell on the ground. You were full of anger and disappointment.

That fucking bitch ass captain.

The host started yelling for time-out. Literally four minutes into the second set and this happens. You felt bad for Jisung, this was everyone's last game before graduating.

The other school's coach decided to have a pep-talk as your coach did the same. You were worried for Jisung's health.

"Hey, Jisung-" "I'm fine, Cap. It hurts a bit but-" "I'm substituting for you in this game, okay? I'm gonna talk to that bitch after this, okay?" "Oh, my god. Thank you so much, Y/N! You're literally the best..."

Jisung smiled at you as the school nurse came in to treat Jisung's minor injury.

You were up for the next game. The moment Minho saw you, he remembered the first time he watched you play. This time, the whole vibe was different.

"Go, Y/N!"

Minho's and your parents yelled. Minho couldn't yell because he was nervous. He was worried for your health because he just saw the other captain push Jisung to the ground. Jisung was one of the guys that Minho doesn't have "beef" with.

The game starts as you made eye contact to the ball and the spacious surroundings only. The wind blows your hair quite perfectly as it purposely lets you pay attention to every players' moves. You felt that the rude captain was going to push you.

You didn't even dodge but you did something unexpected.

"What are you seriously doing?!"

You yelled, slapping his hand away using your empty hand. This scene caught everyone's attention, even the players' eyes were glued at you and that rude captain. The captain scoffed, showing that he was annoyed.

The table judges were annoyed, too.

"Yes, sir?" "Disqualify the group." "Which one?" "This one."

The table judge pointed at the team.

"Daejeon Gwanjeo High School is now disqualified for the basketball game."

The host announced at the same time you dunked the ball in the hoop, winning the second set. The students who were from Cultural Tech High were shocked in disbelief that their basketball team was disqualified. The table judges smiled, they've noticed the "pushing" incident from the first set.

"Congratulations to Gimpo Jeil Technical High School for winning the year-end Basketball game!"

The host happily announced as the majority of the audience cheered. Although, the Daejeon students thought that it was unfair. It wasn't unfair because they were the ones who stopped during the game and all you had to do was dunk the ball.

And, you did that.

"Oh, my god..."

You breathed out, relieved that you won the LAST game you'll ever be in this school. Your teammates ran towards you, carrying you on their shoulders and cheering for you as your coach gave you the trophy. You felt so much joy that you started crying.

Imagine being able to withstand all of the insults because you're a girl.

"We did it!"

One of your teammates, Hyunjin, cheers in happiness. Minho smiled at the view of you being happy and all emotional. He really felt like running down the stairs from the seats but he was scared for some reason.

He wanted to ask permission from your parents first and he was nervous.

"Um, Mrs. L/N?" "Yes, Minho?" "May I... go with her?" "... Sure. I'm sure she will love that."

Minho didn't know what your mother meant. It means that you love him back and that she's allowing him to finally date you. It also meant that she knows that Minho was the best for you.

Minho smiled at them with sparkling eyes before excitedly running down as fast as he can. The boys finally put you down after numerous "pleading" from you. They were lifting you too high and you were starting to get dizzy from it.

"I'll see y'all later at 5!"

You waved a goodbye at your teammates as they did the same. Your team decided that you should take the trophy home. Why?

It was because you made this last game the best one in their whole lives as high school basketball players.

"Hey, Y/N! Congratulations!"

Minho cheered, he really wanted to kiss you but he still doesn't know if you're already allowed to date him. Before the game even started, your mother told you that if you really love Minho... then you should go for it. Your mother already saw Minho's efforts and she's amazed at how dedicated he is to always bring you home safe, to always bring you flowers, to always visit you and your parents at home, and to always tell your mother that he really loves you and that he could never hurt you the way Jaehyun did.

"Minho..."

You started spacing out, looking at him lovingly. He found it a bit weird that you were just there, smiling at him and admiring him at the same time. You, then, cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Hmm?!... Y/N?!-" "Don't you know already?" "... What do I not know already?" "You're really dumb, aren't you?" "..."

Minho stared at you with a confused look. He was thinking about what he doesn't know yet. You sighed because it was taking too long for him to know what it was.

"... Well, then."

You finally kissed him for the first time. His eyes widened at the current situation, clearly surprised that you kissed him. Then, he wraps his arms around your waist.

He finally realized that the two of you are now officially dating.

"We're dating now, right?" "I-... Do you think we're not dating? I literally just kissed you in front of both our parents..." "... Oh, yeah!... So what should we do now?-" "Eat ice cream before your dance contest. Please... I know you want ice cream." "Alright, m'lady."

Minho jokes as he winks and smirks at you. Of course, you swooned. You finally found your second half and made your last year of high school memorable.

That was your last game and a new chapter will unfold.

//the end//

DM for Requests, y’all!!! <3

#stray kids #skz #lee know #lee minho #stray kids lee know #skz lee know #oneshot #stray kids oneshot #skz oneshot #highschool #highschool au #au #skz lee minho #stray kids lee minho #stray kids lee know oneshot #skz lee minho oneshot #kpop #kpop boy group #kpop oneshot #multifandom

[origami10]

I’ve been thinking more about my adogan story again recently... I just regained access to files that were on my old computer, and apart from absolutely REEKING of the year 2008, I still think this story is pretty good! I think some of the names are in flux, and this would definitely get edited if I ever incorporated it into a larger story, but this is still a pretty good introduction to one of the characters, Flem. 

More under the cut!

All around me I see nothing but walls. Barely anything I do is because of my own choice. Closing in around me, these walls show no hope of escape. Deep down in my heart, though, I know that someday I will find my own path.

“What’s the news for today?”  I hear my mother say as I walk in the door. A bit weary from another long day at school, I call to her from the entry hall. “Well, I got an A on my astronomy test, and I did my classical literature presentation today, so I should have a grade on that by the end of the week.  And I have Ultimate practice tonight for our competition this weekend.  Oh, and there’s a geography bee at school next week that I’m going to participate in.”  As I walk into the dining room, I see my mother rolling out pastry dough on the side table.  She likes to work there because of the big window on the far side of the room.   “Good work!” she says approvingly.  “Keep up those good grades.  You know your father and I expect you to attend the university in Ellayne once you’re done with school.” I begin to escape towards my room when she says, “Flem, dear, I need you to clean up your room right away, at least enough that I can close the door.  The Prizerns are coming over for dinner in an hour.  I want to show them around the house, so I need the upstairs to look nice for them!” I grumble inwardly.  Couldn’t she just leave my room alone?  I know it’s messy, but it’s the only thing left that I feel like I have control over. So my room is a mess, what’s new.  My walls, too – what color are they, exactly?  Plaid?  It’s hard to tell under all the stuff I’ve stuck to them.  And the doors, too, are covered with stuff.  It’s hard to tell exactly where, or even if, there are doors to this room, once I move the stuff out of the way so I can close them.  Hey! - It’s just like a loony bin.  Wonderful.   I should probably take some of that stuff down.  It’s not that I like to save things, really, I’m just too lazy to sort through all the stuff covering the walls.  How many years now has it been up?  Especially that magazine article about frogs.  That’s from research I did for my diorama, what, ten years ago now!  Wow, ten years ago… maybe I should clean my room. Hmm.  At least you can still see the windows.  Why aren’t they covered like the rest of my room?  Oh right, because I’m a vampire and I jump out the window every night to search for my PREY!  … Just kidding!  Though, hmm… that gives me an idea. Is there rope in my room?  But how would I… Ah! That’s it! Now, is this bookshelf heavy enough?

A few hours after the Prizrens have gone, my doorway clean and my mother having shown off her only son of whom she is so proud, my plan is about to be put into action.  I sit on my bed waiting quietly, but not patiently.  How long can it take one person to finish in the bathroom before bed?  I continue to sit, agitated.  Finally I hear the latch on the bathroom door open, and the sound of my mother’s footsteps crossing the floor and descending the stairs.  Now I have about fifteen minutes to make sure they’re asleep.  I want to make sure they’re not paying attention to this side of the house.   Finally, after fourteen long minutes, I peer out my window (the one that faces the back of the house) and see no sign of attentive life. Good! Now for my escape plan: I have already tied all my spare sheets together and tied one end around my bookshelf, so now I throw the other end out the window (okay, so it’s a cliché).  I only have four extra sheets, so it’s a good thing my house is only two stories tall.  I manage to lower myself out the window without event, though – oww – my arms will be sore in the morning.  I leave the sheets hanging, and they ripple in the nighttime breeze.  The white sheet on the end shows up a lot compared to the other dark blue ones, but I have to leave them, since I’m going to need them to get back in.  Feeling proud of myself for getting this far but knowing I should still be wary, I sneak quietly into the thick bushes running along the inside perimeter of the garden fence.  Then I crawl awkwardly through the conspicuously creaky loose board in the garden fence.  I continue to tiptoe along the outside of the garden fence, just in case one of my parents should happen to be watching my every move… nah, I’m just being paranoid. But still… I take the last few cautious steps into the woods behind my house, then break into a run.   “I’m free!” I say to myself.  In my head, of course.  No sense in waking my parents now. I begin to lope through the forest vegetation with an easy grace.  Nothing can catch me now!  Any potential pursuers would surely be caught up by the thick underbrush, but never would I, Lord of the Woods, King of the Forest, be tripped up by– whoa!! Thud. Uhhhh, my head….

In the blackness I come to consciousness without opening my eyes.  Wait.  Where am I?  This doesn’t feel like my bed!  I start to push myself up to get a better look at my surroundings when I feel a strong hand pushing me down.  Oh no!  With sleep-fuzzed eyes I can’t make out who it is.  What if it’s one of those nomadic creeps who lurk in dark forests, waiting for innocent travelers??  What was I thinking?!   “Lemme up! Lemme up!”  I wail. “Okay, but you’re going to regret it.” I hear muttered. The hand goes away, and I sit up quickly.  Too quickly. “Urghh…” My head feels like it’s being crushed inside a pipe wrench, and I close my eyes again.  Now I remember why I’m lying down in the first place. “Be careful!  Your life is in danger!”  The same voice says. I was right!  This was one of those forest creeps!  Oh no, oh no!  But the voice sounds oddly like a girl.  “What are you going to do to me?” I say, my anxiety obvious in my squeaky voice. “Nothing! I’m not going to do anything!  What are you, crazy?” (Definitely a girl talking).  “Though your life is in danger, sort of.  Aside from your life-jeopardizing stupidity (running through the woods in the middle of the night, what if one of those hermit creeps caught you?), you seem to have a bit of a concussion.”  She lays a cool wet cloth on my forehead.  Water drips down my temples, feeling especially pleasant on this muggy night.  “Just close your eyes and keep them closed.  Don’t move your head, but don’t go to sleep, either.  I have to keep an eye on you for a couple hours and make sure there’s no brain damage.  How ‘bout you tell me where you were going while we wait?” I’m not sure what to make of the prospect of staying here for a while, but my head does hurt tremendously, and it seems safe enough.  She said she isn’t going to do anything to me, so I might as well answer her question.  “I wasn’t really going anywhere.  I was just leaving, I guess.  I get so sick of my parents’ attitude, how they use me and my achievements to move up the social ladder.  This is my first try at an escape.” “Sounds plausible.  Want to know where you were really going?” She says, amused. How would you know if I don’t even know?  “Okay,” I say uncertainly. “Right here!  This is where you were coming all along.  I wouldn’t have imagined it in this manner, though.  Good thing I keep this place well stocked…. Anyway, my augury stones told me a couple months ago that you and I were meant for each other, so at the beginning of spring, I set up this little tree house to watch you from.” I let that thought sink in for a minute.  “Oh no!  Did you see the–“ “Don’t worry, I didn’t see the underwear dance.  But with my sleep schedule, I don’t have much to do during the night, so I sent up shop, or camp, rather, and built this tree house.  Figured you’d come by at some point.  It’s not like my augury stones to disappoint me.” “So you’ve been watching me every night from early spring until now? “Mm-hmm.  Just me and my trusty telescope.” Even with my eyes still closed, it’s difficult for me to imagine that she’s been watching me all this time.  “Exactly how much do you know about me?” “Well, apart from my personal observations, I have your school yearbook, which I borrowed from a friend, and there’s always town gossip, and my rune stones of course.  So by now I know an awful lot about you, more than you know about yourself, maybe.  You’ve won every academic award your school offers along with many honors for activities outside of school, and your achievements have been recognized city- and nationwide.  In a few years you’re planning to attend the university in Ellayne.  You’re an outstanding Ultimate player, which I’ve heard is a difficult sport to play.  Your room is literally wallpapered in good grades.  You’re pretty cute, if I do say so myself; I’m partial to orange hair.  You have time to do everything, more, and still get enough sleep.  Some say you’re perfect.” I pause.  I can’t tell where to begin downplaying what she just said!  But as I search for objections, my mind draws a blank.  It dawns on me that what she had said was not just gossip, but absolute fact.  Horrified, I say, “But…but…nobody’s perfect!” “Flem, you are the living proof against that statement.  After observing you for several months I’m quite sure of it.  The only discrepancy is tonight when you introduced yourself to that rock down there.  Think about it.  Have you ever seriously injured yourself?” “No.” “Any broken bones or scars?” “No.” “Any grades below an A- ?” I wince inwardly at the thought of the A- I received last year in Introduction to Metaphysics, but that was the worst grade I have ever gotten.  “No.” “I didn’t think so.  Hmmm, we’ll have to look further into your inability to fail later.  But you know, even with all my sources I couldn’t find out everything I wanted to know about you.  Now that we’ve met, do you mind if I ask you some questions?” So far she seems like a trustworthy person, so I barely hesitate before answering her.  “Sure, what do you want to know?” “Okay.  I was confused about this Mayid relation of yours.  Is she your cousin or your great-aunt?” “Actually both.  My cousin Mayid is named after my great-aunt, and she also looks a lot like my great-aunt when she was younger.  But my great-aunt Mayid lives in Meayno, and my cousin lives….”

After a bunch of questions Fennet stops me.  “Hey, Flem, I really enjoyed listening to your stories, but I have to break it to you, it’s almost dawn.  We need to get you home.” I feel temporarily astounded by the time warp.  Then I realize I’ve done it again.  I can talk for hours and hours about something that I know about, which includes myself.  And I just have.   Sitting up, I open my eyes for the first time since I blacked out.  Then, for the eleventy-ninth time that night, I am amazed by the girl who sits before me with dark eyes set in an ivory face, adorned with dark orange and white-blond striped hair.   After a long silence, she says, “By the way, my name is Fennet.  Nice to meet you.”

As I pull the sheet rope up into my room, she says, “When your head gets better, come visit my tree house again.  But leave those sheets tied together; I’ll be coming every night until you recover.  I know you, but you don’t know anything about me.”  She pauses.  “And Flem, you know…” “What?” “We’re meant to be.” As I watch over the fence how she disappears into the darkness of the woods, I marvel at how easily I have found my counterbalance, my companion star, my equal and opposite other half.

#Flem #adogan #definitely the most self-insert of the characters #long post

[osakaso5]

Ryunosuke Tsunashi Twelve Hits Rabbit Chat Part 3: Request Hits 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Nagi: Has everyone returned? If so, let us resume gathering requests for Tsunashi-shi!

Nagi: └(o゜∀゜o)┘　 Wasshoi!

Tsumugi: Nagi-san! You seem to be in a much better mood now, which means..!

Mitsuki: The recording was still safe, lol It was just on a different disk from usual!

Nagi: I am terribly sorry to have kept you all waiting. However, my heart is now quivering with joy.

Ryunosuke: I'm happy for you, Nagi-kun! You really love that show, so it's great that you can watch it whenever you want.

Nagi: Tsunashi-shi, your kindness is truly indiscriminate.

Ryunosuke: Is it? That's nice to hear!

Nagi: I am also grateful to you, Yamato and Mitsuki.

Yamato: Thanks, buddy.

Mitsuki: I'm just glad you're back to normal, lol

Tsumugi: Now that the recording has been found safe and sound, let's resume the requests!

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san, let's hear your request for Tsunashi-san!

Mitsuki: Gotcha!

Mitsuki: Mine is that he tells us something he wants to do with our sports club!

Mitsuki: Tsunashi-san's birthday's coming up, so we'll agree to do whatever he wants!

Momo: Yep! We're gonna pamper him good ☆

Ryunosuke: I don't think I want that... Sports just doesn't feel good if your opponent is letting you win, lol

Momo: Don't worry! We're not gonna go easy on you at all, lol

Mitsuki: We'll pamper you by putting up a real fight!

Ryunosuke: Now that sounds good!

Ryunosuke: But it's no different from  what we always do.

Momo: Now that you mention it! (ノ゜o゜)ノ

Mitsuki: Maybe we could randomly praise your skills even though we're having a super serious match and all glaring at each other, lol

Ryunosuke: That would only make it creepier! lol

Mitsuki: Fair enough, lololol

Mitsuki: We get together so often that it feels like we've pratically tried everything there is to try. I still wanna try something new, though.

Ryunosuke: It's a pretty high hurdle! I want to try something new with you guys, too.

Ryunosuke: I'll look around online and try to come up with something.

Mitsuki: Okay! That sounds good!

Tsumugi: Your sports club always seems like a lot of fun!

Tsumugi: Yamato-san, you're next!

Yamato: Mine's to do a free talk where you say the opposite of what people expect.

Ryunosuke: Huh! Like what?

Yamato: It's a game where I give you prompts, and you have to say the opposite of what you think or feel about that thing.

Yamato: The listeners don't know what your prompt is. They can try to figure it out while listening, and you'll reveal the correct answer once you're done. How's that sound?

Iori: Interesting. So it'll be a psychological game, like Werewolf.

Yamato: Something like that. I thought it'd be fun if the listeners could play a game with the host.

Yamato: Tsunashi-san's a pretty honest guy, so I like to think he's a bad liar. Doesn't that make it even more fun?

Ryunosuke: It sounds difficult, but I want to give it a try!

Yuki: I'm not sure you can handle it

Ryunosuke: O-of course I can! I think..!

Gaku: Let's test it. Your prompt is fresh soba.

Mitsuki: October's the perfect time for fresh soba, after all!

Iori: Now I'm in the mood for some soba.

Ryunosuke: Got it. All I need to do is say the opposite of what I'm really thinking, right?

Yamato: Let's see what you've got.

Ryunosuke: Um, it's a foreign dish that's short, fat, and served without broth.

Sogo: Well done!

Yuki: Not bad for your first try

Ryunosuke: I don't like the flavor very much. It's a real letdown whenever I have to eat it for lunch.

Gaku: Ryu... Did you really hate soba all along..?

Ryunosuke: N-no, of course not! It's the opposite, remember! Aren't you the one who came up with this prompt..!?

Gaku: Oh, right (lol)

Tenn: I can't believe you forgot so fast.

Ryunosuke: Um, I'm not sure what I should say next. Now I'm all confused..!

Ryunosuke: Maybe I really am bad at this.

Ryunosuke: Yamato-kun on the other hand is really good at games like Cheat or Werewolf! Whenever we play, I always lose to him...

Yamato: You're easy to read, so it's fun to play with you (lol) Especially since I'm pretty good at reading people to begin with.

Ryunosuke: Ugh, you're too tough to beat..!

Tamaki: I suck at lying, too

Tamaki: When I'm the werewolf, I get caught right away

Yamato: It's so easy to see through Tama and Riku. And I like it that way

Riku: Huh!? I don't think I'm that easy to read..!

Iori: Yes, you are...

Ryunosuke: I'll have to practice saying things that I don't really think before the broadcast!

Tsumugi: This request would make for a fun show!

Tsumugi: Yaotome-san, you're next!

Gaku: Yeah. Mine is to tell me someplace he wants to drive to with me.

Gaku: It's almost Ryu's birthday, so I wanna take him someplace!

Ryunosuke: Thank you, Gaku! That's so nice of you!

Gaku: We haven't been driving far because of our schedules, but what so you think about doing that if we have the time?

Ryunosuke: Sounds good! We might as well travel all the way across Japan, to Hokkaido or Kyushu.

Gaku: Driving along the coast is par for the course, plus it feels nice!

Ryunosuke: It's a little cold for it right now, but opening all the windows in the car is the best! You can really take in the sea breeze that way, lol

Gaku: That's gonna mess up your hair (lol)

Tenn: You two turn into a bunch of kids when you talk about these things.

Ryunosuke: You should join us if your schedule allows it, Tenn! If we don't go anywhere far, we can just drive around right after work.

Tenn: You want me to mess up my hair, too? No thanks

Gaku: Isn't that the fun part?

Ryunosuke: We'll bring a comb!

Gaku: I can fix your bangs for you (lol)

Tenn: I'll do that myself. You two aren't very good at it, for one

Ryunosuke: You're a lot more nimble than us!

Tsumugi: Just seeing TRIGGER drive around would make for a wonderful MV!

Tsumugi: Tsunashi-san, it's time for you to request  something from yourself.

Ryunosuke: Yeah. My request for myself is to try doing tongue twisters!

Tenn: Are you sure? The last time you did that, you accidentally bit your tongue

Ryunosuke: That's exactly why! I want to succeed this time.

Riku: Come to think of it, we heard you practice tongue twisters that one time when we came over to your dressing room to say hi!

Sogo: You mean that time when Tsunashi-san was alone in the dressing room?

Riku: That's right! He was muttering something really quickly to himself...

Ryunosuke: Oh, you heard that..!

Ryunosuke: I was practicing in secret. I get so frustrated when I fail...

Yuki: Wow. You're such a hard worker, Ryunosuke-kun

Gaku: That's what you were up to? I could've helped, if you'd just asked.

Ryunosuke: But it's not really something people practice, so I felt a little embarrassed about letting anyone see me do it.

Tenn: You do it at home too, don't you? I've seen it

Ryunosuke: Huh!?

Ryunosuke: Tenn, you saw me..?

Tenn: You kept saying "the sixth sick sheikh’s sixth sheep’s sick" to yourself over and over, so I thought you were having a hard time with something

Momo: Why did you choose that tongue twister, lololol

Yuki: Incredible

Ryunosuke: Oh my gosh! That's so embarrassing..!

Ryunosuke: Ah, come to think of it, there were times when you'd make me tea or just act nicer than usual for no reason...

Tenn: I'm relieved to know you were just practicing tongue twisters

Ryunosuke:

Tsumugi: I'd love to see the fruits of your labor on the show..!

Tsumugi: Momo-san, could you tell us your request next?

Momo: OK! (・∀・)ゞ

Momo: Mine is for him to go full sexy ★ (゜∀゜◎ノノ☆

Ryunosuke: Full sexy..!

Momo: Ryu's gentleness has its own charm, but I think his wild and sexy side is the very definition of a lethal weapon, too!

Momo: You'd mostly just be saying sexy phrases or doing a husky voice over the radio, though!

Momo: We're starving for some erotic Ryu content~!

Yuki: Sure enough. I'll never forget the day when I got teased by a wild Ryunosuke-kun.

Gaku: Uh, try not to tease him too much (lol)

Tenn: He came crying to us, asking "Did I really do that to Re:vale!?"

Momo: He sooo cute~~~~ (○´д`人´д`○)

Yuki: I meant by seeing him on TV

Ryunosuke: Thank goodness..! I didn't remember anything like that, so I thought it might've happened  while I was drunk.

Yuki: Ah. Come to think of it, there was that thing at our last wrap party...

Ryunosuke: Huh!?

Yuki: I'm kidding

Ryunosuke: Y-you nearly gave me a heart attack..!

Momo: Yuki~! You shouldn't tease our juniors too much, even if they are cute ヾ(*`ｪ´*)ノ

Yuki: Sorry, his reactions were so funny that I couldn't help myself ^^

Ryunosuke:

Tsumugi: I'm sure Tsunashi-san's fans will love seeing him dial up his sexiness!

Tsumugi: Yuki-san, may we hear one last request from you?

Yuki: Mine is for him to go full soothing

Ryunosuke: That's the opposite of what Momo-san was asking!

Yuki: Yeah. It feels like you've been showing more of your true self in   front of your fans, instead of just being sexy

Yuki: I'm sure the listeners would like hearing you chat as your usual self.

Ryunosuke: Thank you..! I feel like my fans have changed a little bit, too. It's like they're accepting me for who I am, not just the me they see on TV...

Ryunosuke: So I'm really happy to hear that from you!

Ryunosuke: I don't know if my true self is soothing though, lol

Iori: You are soothing. You're the model representation of a wholesome young man.

Sogo: Iori-kun is absolutely right!

Nagi: You are definitely of the Light attribute.

Ryunosuke: Attribute!? Am I going to have to fight something..?

Tamaki: It'll be funny if Momorin and Yukirin's requests get picked

Momo: Sexy!? Soothing!? Which is he!?

Rinto: That really brings me back!

Kaoru: Oh, that old joke. Not that I ever participated in it.

Ryunosuke: If I draw Yuki-san's request, I'll get to have a relaxing free talk!

Tsumugi: Thank you for a wonderful request!

Tsumugi: That's all for the requests. Thank you all!

Gaku: Now it's time for Ryu's requests to us!

Mitsuki: Ask anything!

Choices/outcomes:

1. Do you have a request for us?

Ryunosuke: I want to try baking apple pie right about now. I want to make a lot, so you should all come over to eat some!

2. Do you have a request for TRIGGER?

Ryunosuke: I want all three of us to go on a drive together, like we just talked about! I want us to do lots of stuff together, not just for work!

3. Do you have a request for Re:vale?

Ryunosuke: Momo-san and I spend a lot of time together at the sports club,  but I'd like to spend time with Yuki-san,  too! Maybe he could teach me some  vegetable recipes later?

Ryunosuke: Thank you!

Momo: I know these are pretty typical Ryu answers, but are you sure these requests are enough for you?

Yamato: They feel so normal (lol)

Ryunosuke: You're all such good friends that I don't know what else to ask for, lol

Gaku: But it's almost your birthday!

Tamaki: In that case, we're gonna wish you happy birthday

Tenn: Like we always do with these request group chats, you mean

Tamaki: Ryu-aniki, hbd! Please feed me Hamburg steak again

Riku: Happy birthday! I want to eat your Hamburg steaks, too! lol

Momo: \(oゝｪ・o)ノ/゜・:* 【Happy Birthday】 *:・゜\(oゝｪ・o)ノ

Iori: Happy birthday.

Sogo: Happy birthday. I hope you have another wonderful year.

Mitsuki: Happy birthday, Tsunashi-san! Let's get along, as idol buddies, cooking buddies, and sports buddies!

Nagi: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Yamato: Happy birthday. I look forward to your radio show.

Yuki: Happy birthday. If you're ever in trouble, I'll help

Banri: Happy birthday!

Rinto: Tsunashi-san, happy birthday. I hope you continue to be friends with our Re:vale!

Kaoru: Happy birthday. I'm blessed to be TRIGGER's manager. I hope I can stay that way for a long time.

Tsumugi: Tsunashi-san, happy birthday!

Ryunosuke: Thank you, everyone..!

Ryunosuke: I'm happy to receive such a lively birthday celebration. I'll accept your birthday wishes and requests the best I can!

Ryunosuke: I'll make sure my Twelve Hits! show is great. Just you wait.

Gaku: You better be ready for the celebration we've got in store for your actual birthday, too!

Ryunosuke: Thank you! I can't wait, obviously!

#idolish7 #ryunosuke tsunashi #twelve hits! #translation #trigger #rabbit chat

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

You and Me and You- Winchesters x OC Milania

Series Note: Before I dive into this story, I want to make something very clear. In NO WAY will this have ANY aspect of inappropriate content. No smut, no incest, just a very clean story. I imagine this as the concept of Twilight, just with the Winchesters; no vampires and werewolves unless they’ll be killed. There were two boys who loved one girl and that’s all this will be, the boys just happen to be brothers. Will there be kissing? Of course, but that’s as far as I write. I will also try to be as accurate to the series as possible but if something doesn’t sound true to the show, it’s probably my own take on it and the characters. I still hope this will attract plenty of readers and I hope everyone enjoys! -Monique

Second note: John Winchester, Jody Mills and Bobby Singer all work together on cases in the early chapters. Warnings will be added to each chapter.

Summary: Milania was left abandoned as a child, taken in by Bobby Singer. Being raised in the life of hunting monsters, it was a rough upbringing but she wouldn’t have changed a thing. When the Winchesters became involved, it was a whole different ball game, one that no one knew how to play.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, child abandonment, injuries to a child, Bobby being a good Dad.

Word Count: 2,147

Masterlist | Next Chapter

Chapter One- 1984

Bobby’s POV

I was out on a hunt in Washington State, trying to track what was causing a string of murders of daycare children. Storybrooke Daycare Center, founded in 1921, was the source of missing children that later turned up dead. Investigating this location, I unraveled a web of secrets that no one in the town knew about. In the thirties, one of the daycare workers had been a pedophile and not caught until seen in the act on the property, and was he fired and sent to jail. However, once released a year later, he came back and killed several of the children. Fast forward to today, and the reason for these killings was linked to the ghost of the worker. I and my pal Rufus had ganked that son of a bitch, causing the center to be closed down indefinitely. As police arrived on the scene, social workers worked with the remaining employees of the center, to wait or parents of the children. Slowly, every child was taken home and offered guidance from the social workers. When everyone was accounted for and I was no longer being interrogated, I start packing all my belongings. I head out to my car to load back up for the next case when the faint sound of crying filled my ears.

“What the?” I say aloud, following the sound coming from a small child. As I grew closer, I see a little girl, no older than three, sitting on the wet rocks in the playground area. Her clothes were stained and ripped, her hair a matted mess.

“Hey there, little one. Where’s your Mommy?” I ask, crouching down to her level. Instead of answering me, she continued to cry. Looking around and seeing absolutely no one left to pick up kids, I figured she was abandoned.

“Here, come with me. I’ll help you.” I try to coax the little girl into coming with me.

“She’s not going to go with you, Bobby. You’re just as scary to her as those monsters were.” Rufus said, seeing what I was doing. 

“Well, I can’t just leave her! I found her and no one is left to care for her, so I’m taking her.” I yell back to my partner, who still disproved.

“Look you old fool, I’m not asking for your permission! This is what I’m doing so you can either join me or leave me the hell alone!” I turn to look back at the little girl, who had now come to my side and was staring up at me.

“Do you wanna come with me? I promise I won’t hurt you.” I say in the softest voice I could come up with and she nodded at me. I pick her up and walk to the car, and buckle her in. Unfortunately, she was too small to sit by herself, so I move her to the front with me and cradle her into my side.

Honestly, I have no idea how to raise a child. I’ve never had any of my own considering my wife died from a demon before we were ever able to think about that. However, I do know a few female hunters that would probably be more than happy to help out. So, I threw the car into drive and drove off to the first person I could think of.

“No Jody, she was abandoned. No one was there to pick her up. You know I couldn’t have just left her. Not at all. Okay, yes, I know I have no experience raising a kid but I couldn’t just let her stay there. She’s a mess and since the daycare ended up shutting down, I decided to take her. Look, will you just help me, please? Okay. Thank you. We’ll be there soon. Bye.”

Arriving at Jody’s a few days later, I get out of the car, and I can tell the little girl was afraid but her mood changed as she saw me on her side of the car. Damn, this kid is getting attached fast. I help her out of the car and put her on my hip as we walk to the door.

“Hey, Bobby, and hello, who is this?” Jody said to the child in my arms.

“That’s a good question. All the kids at the center had nametags they kept on their backs but I think hers fell off.”

“How about Milania? Millie for short.” Jody suggests.

“You know, that’s quite fitting for her. What do you think, Milania?” I look down at the child who squeals and claps her hands.

“I’d say she likes it.” Jody and I chuckle as Millie runs off to the couch in the living room.

“Okay little lady, you are in desperate need of a bath,” Jody says, going to pick Millie up and take her to the bathroom. Much to both our surprise, she didn’t fight Jody on it as most children would. I followed the two into the bathroom since I was going to have to learn how to care for Millie on my own, and saw the shocking and sickening part of her neglect. Underneath all her little clothes, her arms and legs were bruised, she had food and dirt all matted in her hair and spots of dry blood around her body. It also seemed like she cigarette burns scared onto her skin too. Jody filled the tub and slowly set Millie into the water, and that was when all hell broke loose. Millie screamed at the top of her lungs and was crying uncontrollably. It must’ve been because she still had wounds that weren’t healed. 

“Bobby, can I get some help over here?” Jody yelled to me, trying to hold Millie in the tub, but it was a battle she was losing alone.

“Come here, sweet girl,” I say, sucking in some air and trying to assist as much as possible. I hold Millie in my arms as Jody washed her hair and body, getting all the dirt and blood off. I’ve seen plenty of people, adults, who looked like this, but most of the time, they’re monsters and they deserved it. It was a whole different story seeing a child treated in such a terrible manner. I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to raising a kid, but I do know I will always protect Milania; she’s been through enough.

Once we got her all cleaned up, Jody took her into the next room to put some clothes on. She said she had gone to a clothing store and stocked up on as many toddler clothes as she could find. Our whole worlds had flipped when I found Millie but it was what needed to be done.

“Hey get ready, John said he was coming by with the boys to get some help on a case he is suspecting in Colorado,” Jody said, as Millie ran back into the living room, looking much happier than she did a few minutes before.

“I gotcha. How’s he been doing?” I ask.

“He’s been okay. Things are still hard on him since Mary died and I don’t think it’s getting any easier.” Jody said.

“How are the boys?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, Sam is about to turn two and Dean just turned six. They still rely on John a lot but I know he hasn’t quite been all there.”

Just as our conversation about the widower ended, there was a knock on the door; it’s them.

“John, good to see you and the boys.”

“Hey Jods, thanks. We’ve surely missed having any female perspectives on certain things.” John tries to joke but his face is full of sadness.

“Jod-Jod!” Dean yells, waddling his way over to Jody, who bends down to the boy and scoops him up in a big hug.

“Hey Deano, how’s it going?”

“Good!” He answers, with a big smile on his face.

“Have you been keeping an eye on Sammy?”

“Yes.” He giggles as Jody tickles him before he gets set down and he runs to me. 

“Hey, sport.” I ruffle his hair and wrap around him as he hugs my leg. 

“Bobby, how you doing, man? Jody tells me you have a kid?” John asks. 

“Hey, yeah I do. I found a little girl abandoned on the location of a hunt Rufus and I worked on the other day and I decided to take her in.”

“Wow, well I’m not doing too well in the parenting department myself but I do think she’ll be in good care with you.” John compliments.

“Thank you. Jody here has been helping me out a lot, giving me all the tips, I may need, but I have her on speed dial for emergencies.” We both laugh as Jody comes into the room with Millie.

“Hey, there she is.”

“Daddy!” Millie yells as she runs over to me. That was the first time she’s said anything and she already knows me as her Dad.

“Hey Mills, I want you to meet some people, okay?” She nods as I pick her up. 

“John, this is my daughter, Milania. We call her Millie for short.”

“Hi Millie, I’m John.” She hides her face in my shoulder, still not used to people.

“I guess she’s still shy. That right there was the first time I’ve heard her talk since I found her.” I say to John who just smiles.

“Guess you got a magic touch or something.”

“Hey Millie, come meet my boys,” John says, walking over to where Dean was sitting, next to Sam on the floor.

“Dean, this is Millie. She’s Bobby’s daughter. And that little guy there is Sam.”

“Hi, Millllllie,” Dean says, singing Milania’s nickname out. She looks over to Dean and just stares at him.

“Say hi Mills.” I try encouraging her to meet new people. 

“Hi.” She spoke in a small voice, before turning back to me.

“Hey kids, I have an idea. Do you guys wanna draw? I’ve got crayons and paper in the kitchen.” Jody said, leading the children away from John and me.

“So, what do you got?” I ask, taking a swig from a bottle of beer, looking to the younger man.

“It looks like Wendigos. They’ve made quite a mess in the town of Silverton, Colorado. But it seems like more than I can handle on my own.” John explains.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to go with you and try to figure this thing out.”

“What about the kids?” 

“We can always ask Jody if she could watch them?”

“Of course, I’ll watch the kids while y’all go on a hunt. It gives me more time with Sam and Dean and gets to know Millie a little better. Plus, she’s been through a lot; she needs a chance to catch a break.”

“Thanks, Jody. We’ll check in often, make sure the kids are alright.” I say.

“They will be; they’ll be with their Aunt Jody.”

“So, we’ll head out in the morning then,” John suggests before gathering the boys up and leaving to stay in a motel in town.

“You and Millie can stay here for the night. Can’t have Baby Girl in a nasty motel room after what she’s seen. She deserves to sleep in a neatly made bed.

“Can’t argue with that.” Putting Millie to bed was easier than I thought it was going to be but it was later than any child should be up. She sleeps on the bed, next to me, and soon we both are taken over with sleep.

When morning arrives, I get Millie dressed and get her some breakfast before John and the boys come over. I try to explain to her that I will be away from her for a while, which went well.

“Hey princess, listen. Daddy is going away for a few days and you have to stay here with Aunt Jody. But I’ll call to check on you, okay? You be good for Aunt Jody and get along with Sam and Dean.” I say to the toddler as she rocks back and forth on her heels.

“Okay, Daddy.” She says as she leans in to hug me tight. She was tiny but mighty when it came to affection.

“Dee!” Millie yells when she sees John and the boys walk in the front door. Dean lets go of John’s hand and runs over to me and Millie.

“Millie!” Dean yells back to the young girl and hugs her tight like she just hugged me.

“Alright guys, I got a movie and popcorn all set up for you in the living room,” Jody says as the kids rush into the other room, and taking Sam from John’s arms.

“Thanks again, Jods,” I say.

“No worries. You guys be careful out there; you have kids counting on you to come home.”

Tag list: @tloveswriting​ (if you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know!) @akshi8278​

#dean winchester #Sam Winchester #love triangle #supernatural #bobby singer #jody mills #john winchester

[boop-e-pie]

hallluuu! i’m back with a second story! idk who liked my previous story but thank you! i give you, hallway no.7!

Well, every family has that one thing they hide from everyone. My family has 7. For us, we hide the fact that we are cold blooded murderers. Trained from birth to bring death upon people. For the right price, of course.

My Grammy, Grand Papi, Mom and Dad, they are absolutely skilled killers. No one in our bloodline has ever got caught. We intend to keep it that way. My brother, Henry, his weapon of choice are daggers. I have no idea how many he carries but they seem to never run out. At times I thought he had magical abilities. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t!

Then we meet my little sister, Joey. She’s 16 and her weapon of choice is a spear and katanas. Dad made it so that she can adjust the length of her spear at any time, to ease her in her battles. Body count: 27. Not bad for a newbie.

I’m Sonic. I know, I have the coolest name in my family. I forced them to change it when I was 6. I would kill the house cats every time they said no. It’s pretty fucked up if you think of it... Anyway, my weapon of choice is anyweaponIcanfindbecauseIamindecisiveandcannotchoosetosavemylife. I would bring the first thing my eyes land on the second we enter the weaponry. There’s anything and everything you could imagine. Katanas? Check! Guns? Check! Portable mine bombs? Check! Phone bomb? Check!

Like I said, anything and everything you could imagine. Literally ANYTHING! My dad can make anything he puts his mind to. I, on the other hand, am helpless when it comes to creating weapons. I failed every single attempt and would end up just hurting myself. Nevertheless, I am the best assassin in my bloodline. I am very versatile and I adapt to the situation very quickly. I beat my dad multiple times under 2 minutes and he held the title for best assassin so badabing-badaboom, I’m the best now.

Every year we would hold an election day. We would choose 1 person in our beautiful country of Velenznova, the best of the best of fighters and see if they can survive a treacherous night in the hallways of our house. We would scare and maim and hurt the challenger. If they survive... I don’t know what will happen if they survive, no one in 27 years has been able to survive the house. Everyone who survived ended up getting killed by my stupid bloodlust controlled brother, Henry.

Apparently this year, things are going to change. For some reason, a group of 10 kids are going to be living with us, in our massive house for about a month and as per my dad’s rules, they cannot know a thing. If they came at any other time, I would be fine but right now, requests are coming in hot and coming in fast. At times I would come home all bloodied and messy, only to drop dead in the lobby. I can’t do that now.

Sunday night, they arrive at our house with their bags and their books and their little nerdy things. I don’t know, okay? All of them look absolutely weird and awkward but smart and composed. One of them catches my eye. I jump from the first floor window, all the way down to the pebble covered ground. I land in front of a young lady, delicate looking and sweet.

“Name‘s Sonic. You are?” I put my hand out and she smiles and accepts it.

“Eden. Sonic is a pretty weird name. Also, where did you come from? You appeared out of nowhere.” She asks me with a shy look on her face and my heart completely melts. I take her hand, folding every single finger except for the pointer finger and points to the windows I jumped from. She giggles and tells me that’s amazing. I know I’m amazing but I like hearing it from her.

Henry drags me by the collar and pulls me away. Eden lets out a small giggle before I wave my hand at her as I was being dragged by my brother. Henry warns me about flirting with other people and I roll my eyes. He is such a party pooper.

My sister informs me that I have to leave for work and Henry let’s go. Joey pulls me by the ear and drags me into the office. That was not a fun experience. I unlock the secret door to enter the weaponry and a whole bookcase moves out of the way.

We close the door behind us and punch in the code so that we can walk through the iron vault door. My eyes meet with a beautiful freshly forged Karambit. I take it off the glass table and test it out. I absolutely love it! The small size, the speed it gives me, the cool spinny thing I can do with it. My dad truly is the best.

I enter the changing room to change into something more comfortable to fight in and I put on my “assassin cloak”. My family still does that for some reason. I get out of the room and I pick and choose other weapons too like a couple guns, a few hidden daggers and a garrote wire just because I can bring it.

My sister and I leave the mansion through the secret back door and we start doing our job. Today’s job is to burst into a meeting, kill everyone and not die. Apparently they’ve been importing cheap drugs and selling it to a drug lord saying it’s a premium drug. That’s just a death wish if you ask me.

The meeting is taking place in a reserved casino, that makes things so much easier. We kill whoever isn’t involved and kill whoever that’s involved, easy. We enter through the kitchen door, obviously as no one is stupid enough to try and hurt us while we’re bringing katanas and guns.

To be honest, only one person has to die but why not finish all of them? Why not? We burst through the door and to our surprise, they have guns. Well so do I.

I give Joey a smile before we start completely obliterating everyone. Some dude really tried to pull me back by yanking my cloak but guess what? There’s a thing called velcro. I stick a dagger through his chest and he falls to the ground.

I make my way to the boss and there’s 4 men defending him. None of them are armed? That’s is so stupid. Joey finishes off the rest and I take my gun out from the back of my pants and shoot the boss straight in the head while Joey finishes off the other 4 guys. Everyone is now on the floor, bleeding one way or another and to make sure everything is all fine and dandy, I place a bullet in each of their heads, finishing each and every one of them.

Joey and I return to the car and drive away as fast as possible.

“I’m tired, aren’t you?” Joey asks me.

“I am totally drained. You wanna get some food after this? My treat,” I offer and she nods. “Right now, we have a problem. How the hell are we going to be able to return to our rooms? Windows? I’m so tired to climb—“

“Basement,” we say we at the same time and I step on the gas. We get home and we sneak to the back of the house all bloodied and dirty and enter the basement through a trapdoor.The basement hallways are always lit so we don’t have to worry about a single thing. We open the door leading to the kitchen and my dad is standing on the other side.

He’s making food. Joey’s eyes light up instantly. We’re not allowed to get food until after we’re clean so Joey and I run up to our rooms, taking off our cloaks, gloves and masks on the way up the flights of stairs. I entered my room, shower and cleaned myself before heading to the kitchen. My dad made us steaks and mashed potatoes.

“They’re here because we are one of the founding families. Play nice and absolutely no flirting. I’m talking to you, Sonic. Henry told me your little encounter with one of the girls.” My dad glares at me and I look away, pretending to know nothing of the incident. “All your missions are on hold for now. We’ll figure out something.”

“Wait, what? Then what am I going to do all month? Just sit around at the estate?” My sister glares at me, knowing that she can’t leave the house for any other reason other than work. I roll my eyes at her and turn my attention at my dad. He nods and I groan.

I don’t really have a say but he’s paying me while I am stuck at home so whatever.

~

“My grandparents give us the money to buy whatever crap we want because we can’t leave the estate until we’re 18. My sister can’t leave home yet so I rarely leave too. My brother on the other hand, loves to go out. Understandable,” I tell Eden what goes on in our house and she lets out a giggle. “You can’t leave the house until you’re 18? Wow. What do you do here? Let me guess, laptop and lotion?”

“That’s where you put the bar, Eden? Ouch. The estate is massive. We would go horse riding or swimming or archery or tennis or combat training or sit inside and read. We do sports a lot. Up until I was 19, my dad made me study 8 hours a day. From the age of 6, we’ve been spending a lot of time studying. We’re pretty smart for people who don’t leave the estate much.” I tell her and she seems pretty amazed.

We continue walking and she notices a pretty hidden door that we keep several weaponry. My dad explained to me last night that they can know that we are weaponsmiths but they can’t know that we are assassins. I place my hand on the RFID detector and the chip in my wrist unlocks the door. I pull out the hidden compartment and I notice a bloody dagger that I use in one of the missions.

She looks at it and picks it up by the handle, careful not to touch the blood. She asks for an explanation and I lift up my shirt, pointing to one of my many many scars. I take the dagger out of her hand and I keep it in my pocket. She takes out a katana and she hands it to me. I do a few tricks here and there with the sole reason to impress her.

I hear my sister’s very high-pitched voice and I know that I am in trouble. I am holding her sword without her permission and I know I am in very very deep trouble. I turn towards her and she has 2 other people following her. “You are supposed to give her a tour, not show her tricks and do funny business! Dad is taking away your card if you slip up and all access to your thing!”

I crouch down to her height and tease her. “When have I ever slipped up? I know my place, kiddie. I am done with the tour, okay? Don’t worry about me.” I pat her head and she glares at me.

Eden takes my hand and pulls me to the end of the hallway. She points to the door and she asks me what’s inside that room. I tell her that there's a hallway that no one can enter. It’s a lie but she doesn't know that. Oh well. I lie to her that I can’t enter by tapping my wrist on the detector and it won’t open.

There’s a special code we have to tap to get in and obviously I didn’t do that. Hallway number 7 is absolutely off limits to anyone and everyone outside of our family. In there, lies our deepest darkest secret and NO ONE can find out or we’re done for.

I lead back to the kitchen and I tell the chef to cut up some fruits for us. He obliges and I turn my attention to Eden. “What information do you want to know about my family? What’s not enough on your little notebook of yours?” She thinks it’s flirting and she starts blushing. Lord, save me.

“I want to know what was like growing up in the estate. You can’t leave, you’re locked inside. How did it feel?”

“Pretty normal. It’s not like we don’t have the internet and I can leave but for a good reason. My parents didn’t lock me up in here, I just didn’t like leaving. I get anxious and this house is a safe place for me. I played a lot and I got really fit but I still enjoyed reading and stuff. In our house, there’s always a balance. My childhood was mostly my siblings and I playing in the field, classes with Mr Harrows and helping my dad and mom in the workshop and the tailor. Most of the time, I don’t like people outside of my family because we can’t just trust anyone right? My dad and mom really taught me to know who to trust and not to.” I lied again. My childhood was mostly school and combat training. We did play around but that’s after 8 hours of ‘school’ and 10 hours of training. By the time we finish our training, all of us would be completely drained, no one wanted to play.

We continued chatting and thankfully none of the questions were about how we even get the money we have. My dad sells weapons and my mom is a fashion designer/tailor. Neither of the jobs is enough to pay for the estate. Not even close. I wonder what my dad said about that question. It’s probably about old money or some bullshit like that. It’s not a full lie like the ones I’ve been telling her but our ‘old money’ is in the Velenznova bank. We just don’t use any of it. The money in the bank is just for show.

Later that night, all my family members were required to meet up at the forbidden hallway and one by one entered the hallway. Making sure none of us looked suspicious. the door actually leads to another room but we just call it Hallway Number 7 to throw people off. The door will automatically close after 30 seconds and I was the last one to enter so I didn’t think about anything as I walked in. I take my seat and I say, “I don’t like tradition being changed. The kids can enter the house, look though our shit and we can’t kill any of them? That’s a bummer. That Eden girl is so tiny, I just wish to break her neck and—“

I hear a gasp from the door and it’s Eden. I smirk at her and walk towards her. The door closes, completely sealing off the sound proof and windowless room. “You know a little too much, Princess… I’m sorry but you have to leave.”

Crying, she says, “Sonic, I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Please don’t hurt me.”

I glide my hand on her cheek and with a swift motion, I break her very delicate neck. The sound she made as her neck was being snapped sounded so soft. I turn to my family and shrug. The look of disappointment on their faces are obvious. My grandmother groans and says, “we’ll deal with the family. Sonic, you clean this up. Henry, follow me. Joey, pack her things. Sonic, make sure she’s really dea—“ I pierce her heart with the dagger I have in my pocket from before, cutting off my grandmother. “Micheal, you did a poor job in raising him… you really did.” I start laughing and my dad glares at me, cutting me short.

Eden’s dead because she knows the secret. Guess what?

YOU'RE NEXT!

#short story #oneshot #original story #english #new story #please like if you read

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

Health and Sports Team Building- Prologue

Here it is, the fruits of my labor and my passion project I hinted at in my update post the other day. I’ve been always meaning to write an event around my Housamo OCs (btw I have fan OCs for this game) and after some planning and delving more into how they’d fit into the world that is Housamo I decided to write this kind of event. Yoyogi has my favorite cast of characters as you may know, and I feel they’re the perfect cast for events like this since they tend to shine well when it comes to friendship and such. I hope you guys will bear with me and this project of mine for about 5 parts or so.

~~~

“Have you peeked through a window before? It could be for any number of reasons- because something caught your eye, maybe you were looking for something specific or maybe just on a whim. What did you feel? … I see. While it depends on what you look at, I often find myself curious. I can’t really say I know why. But I just want to see what’s going on… what it’s like on that side of the window. Maybe I’m just nosy. Or maybe… uh, it’s nothing…”

~~~

It was quite the busy week at Yoyogi Academy now with summer closing it’s doors and autumn in full swing. Plenty of the student and faculty were quite excited for a certain day that was coming up and quite a longstanding tradition at the school. This day was really one of the handful of days Yoyogi students excelled at- the national Health and Sports day, so naturally the school was alight with excitement and everyone buzzing around to get their preparations in order. There was one student in particular who had been eagerly awaiting for a chance like this…

He had finished packing all his repaired work orders into his ever reliable duffel bag and put away all his supplies back into their proper closets and shelves. It was definitely a hefty workload to manage as of late, but somehow Tatsuya managed to clear it all before club practice ended for the day. You see, Tatsuya is a member of the Yoyogi Kendo Club. However it’s a club consisting of only two people, one of whom already had arrangements with Tennis club, so as of late he found little reason to attend practice. Even less with the fact they don’t attend competitions as nearly as often as they should given their low head count. His peers live and breathe off these competitive natures which he understood and totally supported, but he didn’t have that edge with Kendo. He had begun to question why he didn’t have any attachment to the sport recently which led him to smaller revelations…

As he was locking up the room a familiar voice called for him. “Tatsuya!” He turned to find Yui, his club mate, peer, and close friend, coming to him from down the hall rather excitedly. “Oh, you’re all done for the day?” Tatsuya nodded in response. “Perfect~. That means you can come out with us. Since we finished practice early, the seniors and a few of our classmates invited me out for some food, wanna tag along? You can be my plus one~.” She made sure to add extra emphasis on that last bit as though it was supposed to be incredibly enticing.

“I’ve got these orders to deliver.” Tatsuya answered with his usual calm manner.

“Well, duh. We’d go after you’d do all of that. We could even lend you a hand. If not, then I don’t think they’d mind the wait.”

“Nah, it’s alright. I wouldn’t wanna make them wait on me. You enjoy yourself though.”

“Oh…” Yui was disappointed in his response, but she did her best to not let it show beyond her initial reaction. “A-Alright then. Just um… text me when you’re done. I’ll bring you something on the way back, yeah?” Tatsuya gave her another nod and watched her off. There wasn’t any super serious reason or thought process why he turned her down. As of late they hadn’t been hanging out as frequently, in no small part to Tatsuya’s workload ever since classes started back up. Not only that, their peers have really started taking a liking to Yui and he wouldn’t want to drag her down or embarrass her. After all, he was the dorky kid brother in her eyes.

Tatsuya went about his deliveries practically routine at this point. Often giving the uniforms to the team captains or instructors around campus, and delivering individual orders personally. While his work couldn’t hope to compare to Ms. Arachne’s, he still helped students maintain their clothes for as long as possible. While he rather enjoyed spending hours working on these sort of things, the one part Tatsuya absolutely dreaded was the delivery part of the day. Not necessarily because he had to run around campus and praying his clientele hadn’t run off for the day, though still being a minor annoyance, he more dreaded what would happen if he did find them.

Wow, thanks! Another great job done by the Den mother!

You really are like a Den mother you know? It suits you!

I can see why the upperclassmen call you Den mother, thanks!

“Den Mother…” Tatsuya found himself murmuring it with a displeased tone. It seemed that stigma was starting to bleed into the underclassmen as well. He didn’t mind helping his peers or the heavy workload, but did they really have to call him that? What a frail title that was. How gentle and unintimidating that name was. He could’ve had a cool nickname like a superhero or something more run of the mill for his talents. But no, his peers had to start calling him Den Mother…

On his way around campus he noticed one of the underclassmen coming back onto campus seemingly out of breath. He recognized them as Kyuma Nakatsugi, a baseball player from the first year class. Out of concern Tatsuya rushed over to the first year rather quickly. “Ah, Noboru! D-Don’t scare me like that!”

“What are you doing, Nakatsugi? I thought baseball practice wasn’t on today.” Tatsuya asked, still keeping his usual demeanor.

“W-Well, I...” Kyuma struggled with coming up with an answer for his upperclassmen. In part due to how tired he was and not being the best liar when on the spot.

Tatsuya noticed him struggling and decided to cut to the point. “Never mind all that, you’re exhausted. Here, let me help you to the infirmary.”

“N-No, it’s fine really.” Kyuma panted out. “I just forgot my water and… didn’t realize the jog without it would be this intense.” Typical attitude of a first year. Totally ignoring the necessities when starting out new regiments. Taking pity on the first year, Tatsuya reached for his own water bottle and silently handed it to him. Kyuma’s eyes lit right up. “Oh wow, thanks!” He said before gulping it desperately. When Kyuma had sufficiently quenched his thirst he let out a big sigh and panted one final time. “Thank you, Noboru! You’re really kind. I’m starting to get why Gunzo refers to you as Den Mother.” There it was.

“No need to thank me. Just don’t forget your essentials when you go to train or whatever.” Tatsuya sighed. “You can keep the water bottle, I have a spare.” With that Tatsuya went on his way briskly. While it was subtle, Kyuma couldn’t help but notice a twinge of something in Tatsuya’s expression. Maybe it was because Tatsuya forced out a smile… Anyways, now that he had water, he didn’t want to keep David waiting…!

Tatsuya was able to shake off most of the frustration from the day. He had to stop by the infirmary today anyway, not because of a delivery, but a… requirement of sorts for the upcoming Health and Sports day. He entered the Nurse’s Office making sure no one really saw him enter on his lonesome. The school’s medical doctor, Mineaki Arima. He was rather busy as his desk with numerous papers flitted about. “Instructor Arima?” Tatsuya said as he wandered inside.

“Ah, Noboru. All done for the day I’m assuming?” Tatsuya nodded. “Good, good. Please have a seat.” Mineaki gestured to the chair right in front of his desk. As Tatsuya did so, Mineaki fished out for a particular file he had kept away in his desk. “This is the list of all your approved activities…” Judging by Mineaki’s tone it wasn’t something to be happy about.

Sure enough, the list was a lot smaller than what he was anticipating. “Seriously…? Only that much?” His heart sank at the list. Just a mere handful of activities.

“I’m sorry, but those are all the activities I was able to approve you for. Your health comes first, after all.” Mineaki explained. “Even then, I wouldn’t recommend you partake in all of them just because I’m worried about the strain you might put yourself under.” As he tried to soften the blow with concern, Tatsuya had fallen silent, eyes unable to tear away from the list. “Are you alright?”

“…Thank you for getting me this much.” Tatsuya said rather softly.

Mineaki took a moment to think before he spoke again. “To drop formalities for a second Tatsuya, I do understand where you’re coming from, but as your doctor I can’t put a risk to your health. Please just try to enjoy yourself during the day.”

Tatsuya paused for a moment trying to process what was being said. “I guess you’ve got a point. I’ll do my best.” While it may not have been the best chance in the world, it was still a chance.

~~~

“Have we… met before?”

#not a HC but something I had that I wanted to share #OC #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #fanfic

[nexthecryptid]

This is Home Ch. 2

Summary: 

A pack called the Galra are up to something, and it's somehow tied to the disappearances of creatures, and the increase of demonic activity. Keith had somehow stumbled into the danger when he found his mother, making the choice to stay away from his friends to keep them safe. But in the end it didn't even matter. They've got targets on their heads, and the Galra are slowly closing in on his home town Arus. He isn't sure how to face his friends... Two years was a long time to be gone. ... There are rumors that are floating around VLD University, crazy ones. While some of them Lance could tell was him or his friends, there are others that were... inexplicable. To make matters worse, he's having dreams again, dreams about someone who just vanished. It felt like he was being haunted. Lance didn't know he was going to have other things to worry about until the ghost revealed himself.

Prefer to read it on A03?  Read it Here!

Previous . Next 

The chime was what caught his attention each time, pulling him away from his thoughts as he glanced towards the door.  His chest filled with warmth that he wasn’t all that prepared for, the sight bringing him emotions that he had once tried to shove away.  But he let it linger, watching as the group walked in with smiles on their faces.

Hunk and Pidge lead the group into the cafe, talking about something with such excitement that Pidge was practically bouncing as they made their way in.  Shiro and Lance were close behind them, his chest tightening for a moment.  He was watching them talk with such pride, Lance saying something that quickly made the group erupt in laughter.  Allura, who had been behind them with Adam, said something that only made the group laugh more, their smiles bright and laughter warming the already cozy cafe.  It seemed less lonely, less quiet.   

He didn’t mean to stare, didn’t mean to watch as long as he did, but the pain in his chest compelled him to.  He watched as the group ordered their drinks, Shiro and Adam walking away to grab them a large table.  Something ugly twisted in his gut as he watched Lance confidently flirt with the man behind the counter, successfully making the barista flush with embarrassment.  It didn’t seem to go anywhere as Allura shoved Lance along, quickly apologizing for his antics when Pidge piped in with something.  It soon morphed into the two of them bickering playfully, taking jabs at one another as Hunk tried to get the two of them to settle down.

He couldn’t help but smile at them, the familiarity of the group almost too much for him to handle.  He was about to look at his phone when he caught eyes with Lance, the tightness in his chest worsening when it wasn’t a bright blue sparkling at him, but rather a beautiful rich chocolate, looking as if they came straight from a Lindt commercial.  Warm, and inviting.  They were beautiful.  

But they weren’t the eyes he had come to miss when he became restless at night.  They weren’t the eyes he had known for years.  Ones that could strip every wall he had ever built up and see right through.  Eyes that used to bring him such comfort when he felt like the world was falling apart.  Eyes that would only shatter and swirl with emotion when they were alone with one another.  Eyes that were as bright and welcoming as the person they belonged to.  

“You’re thinking about them again, aren’t you?” The voice was soft, reminding him that he wasn’t here alone.  Reminding him that he had been staring. 

Keith blinked a bit before giving a polite wave to the man he had been looking at, trying to play it off that he had recognized him from somewhere.  It had worked at the other smile politely before joining his friends, friends that he had imagined were his own.  He looked to Krolia, waiting for her to sit down with their drinks before responding.  They had settled in the corner, their view of the cafe comforting as they waited.  

“I am.” He admitted quietly, taking a glance around the cafe.  Krolia hummed a bit, handing him his coffee before taking a sip of her tea.

“You miss them.”  A statement, not a question.  

“I do.  They’re going to be starting their Senior year at the University next week.” 

“You should be with them.” He frowned.

“I want to be but…  But I can’t.  Not yet.” He sighed, staring down into his coffee to avoid any look she may try to throw at him.  

They were quiet for a moment, Keith thinking that it was over when he heard his mother sigh.  He took a chance and looked at her, relieved that she was busy scanning the area.

“Tell me more about him?” She asked softly, the question taking him by surprise.  It felt like there was something to it, like she had expected something to happen other than getting an answer.  He wasn’t sure though, confident that he told her pretty much the gist of everything, including his friends.

“Who?” He asked.  

“The human boy.  Lawrence I believe?” She clarified.  He couldn’t hold the small snort at the mistake she made, doing his best to hold in the rest of his laughter when she frowned.  “Am I wrong?” 

“His name is Lance.” He corrected, coughing into his fist to cover his amusement.

“I told you.  I am very bad at remembering names.  But yes.  I was referring to Lance.” 

“I’ve told you about him.” He argued, raising a brow.

“Yes.  But I know less of him then I do of your other friends.” She argued back, and he could definitely tell where his stubbornness came from as they only stared at one another for a moment.  

“I’m sure that’s not true.” 

“Hank-” 

“Hunk.” He interrupted to correct, motioning her to continue when she nodded.

“Hunk is an engineering student.  He is also called a ‘teddy bear’ a lot and arguably the one who gives the best hugs out of your friends.  You won’t admit it though because you’ll never hear the end of it.  He is a phenomenal cook, and an even better spar partner.  Despite his appearance, he is very strong and can be very protective when it comes to your friends.  He is a human.  Peggy-” 

“Pidge.” He snorted, deciding to remember that.

“Pidge is the small one, but can also be intimidating.  They match the characteristics of a cartoon mad scientist in your opinion.  They are also often called a gremlin despite the fact that they are human.  They are snarky and sarcastic, but ever the loyal one.  They are also the video game champion, and you are constantly impressed by their ability to code and invent despite the fact that you have no idea how it is done.  Alice-”

“Allura.” 

“Goodness!” She huffed, clearly frustrated that she couldn’t remember their names.  

“It’s okay.” He reassured, chuckling a bit.

“Allura,” She sighed before continuing, “is the one you all consider the ‘mom’ friend.  She is the most intimidating out of your group, as well as the most knowledgeable in a variety of fighting techniques.  She is full of wise advice, and she is also a very powerful witch who has provided assistance on many occasions.  She wants to work internationally.  She is also the one who helped you feel more comfortable with who you have romantic interest in.  And then…  Shiro.” A pause.

“That’s right.” He said warmly.

“Shiro is the ‘dad’ friend and arguably the most responsible out of your group.  He likes to make puns in almost every scenario and everyone finds them funny but will never admit it to his face.  He and his family took you in after your father passed, and is someone that you look up to.  He is working on becoming a teacher, and he works well with kids.  He has taken a liking to an artist that is also trying to become a teacher, in which you used to relentlessly tease him about.  He is also like us, fond of taking the form of a lion.” 

“Wow.” He couldn’t help but smile at how much details Krolia remembered.

“The only thing I can recall of Lance is that he is human, and also a part of your group.” She said with finality.  

She proved her point when he tried to think of a time where he had told her about him.  But all he could remember was him avoiding the questions, or just mentioning small bits in pieces in the stories he had shared.  Truth was, it was hard to talk about him.  It was hard just saying his name on most days.  

“Were you two not very close?” She asked, sounding like she was trying to be careful.   He blinked a few times before snorting, shaking his head a bit.  

“Close?  He was my best friend.” He admitted.  He took a sip of his coffee, taking a moment to think of what he would say.  The better question was where to start?

“Oh?”

“We met when we were kids, but we weren’t really friends until middle school.  He tried to befriend me earlier, but I was just too damn stubborn, too angry.  But it never stopped him because he was stubborn too.  He would challenge me in everything we did, sports, academics, even eating lunch!  He would call me his rival, declaring it to the world as if it had that much of effect.  It was his way of trying to be my friend, even when I kept telling him that I didn’t need any, didn’t want any.  He was so damn persistent, and eventually…  I gave in.  We stuck together ever since.” He said, knowing he had some dumb smile on his face.

“He sounds like a good person.” Krolia hummed, smiling warmly as she listened.  Lance just had that type of effect on people.  Making them smile, even when he wasn’t around, even when a person hadn’t actually met him.  

“He was.  He was stupidly selfless when it came to others, caring about them, sometimes more than he cared about himself.  He would help in any way he could, make them smile, laugh, motivate them when they were struggling, even if he wasn’t feeling all too good himself.  He just…  has this ability to know what exactly to say or do when it counted the most.  He was just the type of person that could make the room brighter, just by walking in!  And his smile…  I never knew a smile could be so warm, so contagious until I met him.” He said fondly.  

“You speak as if he wasn’t alive.” 

“I used to try to convince myself that he wasn’t.” 

Krolia did something that he wasn’t entirely expecting, eyes widening as he watched her laugh into her tea.

“The more we speak, the more I see myself in you.” She mused, reaching out and gently taking his hand.  

“Yeah?” 

“Yes.  I’ve been in the exact same position that you are in right now.  In love, but away.” She said softly, Keith’s hand tightening around hers.  She gave a comforting squeeze.

“When I left you and your father, I had left to fight a battle to keep you two safe.  It was painful, and there wasn’t a day where I didn’t think of the family I had left behind.  But it only served to encourage me to continue fighting.  I decided that the best thing to do was stay away, that it was needed to keep you safe.  Like you, there were times where I tried to convince myself that you two didn’t exist, moments where I tried to forget.  It was impossible though.  In the end, I was so desperate to see you two, to be with your father again.  When I made it back to our city…” She took a moment, her eyes growing sad and distant, “It was already too late.  Your father had passed away and you were gone.” 

“You did it to protect us.  You didn’t know.” He reasoned.  Keith had to come to a full understanding as to why Krolia left, as to why she never came back.  He was angry, sure, but he understood and forgave her.  He’d be a hypocrite if he told her she should have done differently.  

“No, but I still regret my decision.  Even if I had done it out of protecting the two of you, I still had chances to come back, still could have made a better effort.  I’m sure if I had, we could have found a way to protect you.  Together.  Your father was strong, but I stayed away out of fear.  I…  Keith, don’t make the same mistakes I did.” She sounded like she was begging, her eyes shining with unshed tears.  

His jaw tightened as he squeezed her hand, letting her words fully sink in.  He didn’t leave with the intention of never coming back, in fact, his plan was to come home early for a variety of reasons.  But he had become a part of a large and dangerous situation after finding his mother, deciding that returning wasn’t an option, not wanting to drag his friends, his family, into something they were completely unaware of.  He didn’t want to lose them.  

But…  wouldn’t he end up losing them in the end anyway?  He had practically abandoned them, disappearing off the face of the earth as if he had never existed at all.  At least when Krolia left, she told her father the reason.  He hadn’t.

The thought made guilt crash over him like a wave, violently tossing him around despite his body never moving a muscle.  It made him nauseous, drowning him in memories and choices he had made; in future scenarios and reactions that were impossible to predict.  He could feel the anxiety lapping at the back of his neck and washing over his shoulders, tensing with discomfort as he bit the inside of his cheek.  

He opened his mouth to respond, unsure of what he was going to say, when Krolia looked away from him, the chime of the door distracting them both from their conversation.  

“They’re here.” She said softly, sitting back and letting go of his hand. They shared a look, one that told him that it wasn’t over.  

Keith nodded and sat up, sipping his coffee as he shoved all thoughts of his friends away.  He gave himself a mental shake, quickly reminding himself as to why they were there in the first place.  

A large group of creatures had been causing trouble for creatures and humans alike.  They called themselves the Galra, and they had been dabbling into things they shouldn’t have through experimenting.  To make matters worse, a large amount of humans and creatures were going missing, and they were the ones responsible.  Ever since Keith had found his mom, he had been doing his best to help her not only protect her own pack, but to stop the Galra before they were a threat to his friends back home.  It had been going as well as you expected, but the Marmora pack wasn’t one to back down from a challenge Keith had learned.  

“Krolia!  Keith!  It’s nice to see you again!!” Thace greeted, smiling warmly.  Krolia stood and shared a tight hug, repeating the action with Ulaz who only smiled and nodded in greeting.  Keith awkwardly waved, getting up to shake hands with them.  He couldn’t help but notice the computer bag Ulaz was carrying, noting that he had placed himself the furthest away from the crowd.

“It’s lovely to see that the two of you are in good health!  How did your trip go?” Krolia asked, all of them taking their seats.  This was where their conversation was coded.  Where a passerby simply assumed they were friends or relatives getting together to talk about a trip or to catch up, they were really talking about a recon mission the two of them had just returned from.  

“It went well!  We were able to study and discover some new information on the old civilizations we had been interested in.  They were hidden in the back of the library we visited and we were fortunate to come across it.  The librarians were a little weary at first, but we were able to convince them to show us the records when we told them that we were studying about the Galran civilization.” He sounded satisfied as he said that.  Keith and Krolia shared a look.   

We were able to find new information on the groups the Galra had been targeting.  It had been buried deep, but we were able to access the files.  The Galran that we had been with had been suspicious but we were able to convince them that we were loyal to the pack.  

“Did you learn where some of these civilizations may have originated from?” Keith asked.  

Was there information as to where to locate some of these groups?

“We did.” Ulaz said, pulling his bag onto his lap and pulling a laptop out, plugging a USB drive in before logging on.  

“We also learned of other civilizations that we weren’t aware of.” Thace added.  

There are a lot more groups then we had initially suspected.  

That made Keith frown a bit, the concern clear on Thace’s and Ulaz’s face as they pulled their information up.   

When they pushed the laptop to him to look at, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting.  The files that were on the USB drive were folders labeled as the ‘civilizations’ they had been talking about.  He didn’t look at the names thoroughly, simply scrolling to see just how many files there had been before looking to the first one.  

Altean

Arusian

Balmeran

Mer

Olkari

His heart dropped.  

“Tell me about the Altean civilization.” He demanded.  

“Keith?” Krolia asked, frowning a bit.

“Why is the Altean civilization under your research?” He asked.  Why was he looking at Allura’s last name?  

“Well…” Thace hesitated, probably confused, before gently pulling the computer and clicking on what he assumed was the folder.  After a moment, one that felt like hours to Keith as he began to bounce his knee, Thace cleared his throat.  

“The Alteans are known to have practiced witchcraft.  They were around for ages before suddenly disappearing without a trace.  Finding an artifact has proven nearly impossible until recently.  We found that there are photos that have been connected to the artifact, so it may actually help us.  Each civilization has similar information, some more than others.  This one in particular only gave us images to work off of.” He explained, turning the laptop around again.  

A coven that called themselves Alteans.  They are of old magic and very rare to come by, but they have somehow found one of the witches recently.  There are pictures that show us information that will help us locate them.  The other groups have similar information.  This coven has the least information as of now.  

Keith gripped the table harshly, his nails digging into the wood as he looked at each image.  

In a bout of cruel irony, on the screen were files on every single one of his friends, the one on Allura having the most information.  He swallowed hard, the guilt from earlier returning.  He had taken into account that there was always a chance that they would somehow be dragged into it, but he had always tried to keep an eye out on any information regarding Arus.  

He sat back and ran a hand through his hair, his knee bouncing more as he stared at the information before him. 

“Have you researched the Alteans?” Ulaz asked, seemingly picking up on his distress as he tried to play it off.  

Have you met an Altean?

“My friend back at school had done a project on them.  I’m the one who helped take these pictures.” He said, hoping they would understand.  When their eyes widened, he figured they had.  

My friend is an Altean.  And all of them are our friends.  

…

Keith could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he headed towards Krolia’s car, waving to Thace and Ulaz as they walked in a separate direction.  He kept quiet as he got in the car, still processing the information that had been shared with them.  If he hadn’t already been frustrated with his conflicting thoughts before, he was certainly frustrated now.

Chaotic…  

That was the best word to describe the amount of emotions swirling inside of him.  All he could really focus on was the thought of it already being too late, thinking back to what Krolia had said.  Sure the information they had was very limited, but that isn’t to say that they hadn’t sent someone, or even a team, to search for his friends already.  

He pulled his phone out and quickly pulled up the news website that focused on his hometown.  He clicked onto the page that mainly focused on missing persons, looking through the list.  To his relief, there weren’t any names that he recognized, going back to the main page.  He scrolled through some of their recent articles, looking for any signs that an accident could have been faked, covering for a death, or even a story on a freak accident.  Again, to his relief, he didn’t find anything that stuck out.  They were all pretty ‘normal’, a fire at a restaurant that was on the other side of town and a car accident due to a drunk student.  No deaths, no tragedies.

He did come across an article that was puzzling though.  

Weird Sightings in Empty Forest.  

He frowned and clicked on it, checking the date before reading on.  

...The claims from students about weird sightings in the town’s forest have become more frequent and strange as we get closer to the new year.  Rumors are spreading through the campus that is keeping both students and staff on edge.  

Some of the more popular claims include sightings of water seemingly floating through the air, producing a small glow before it suddenly flees or falls to the ground.  Others include the sightings of wild life, such as a bear, lion, and on occasion wolves.  Some students also claim to hear voices in certain areas of the forest, singing, screams or even laughter.  

Authorities are puzzled by these claims, but have not moved forward with an investigation.  

“No one has been harmed by any of these claims.” Chief Iverson says when asked why he hadn’t sent a team to investigate.  He believes the claims of wildlife, but the ones of voices and floating water he does not.  

“I’m sure it’s just students pranking one another.  Or even students being under the influence.  But no matter.  We must take the claims of wildlife seriously and order that one is to go into the forest for their own safety.” 

What do you think of the rumors?  

“Did you find something?” Krolia asked, concern evident as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder.  

“There’s been weird activity in the forest back home.  After we make sure they’re safe, we should check it out.” Keith said, showing the article title to Krolia.  

“Okay.” She agreed, pulling away from the curb and heading towards the highway ramp.  

He took a deep breath, setting his phone down and running a hand through his hair for the nth time that day.  

He only hoped that everyone was okay.  

#Roy Writes #roy writes a klance fic #klance fic #klance #klance vld #klance art #roy attempts to draw #my art #keith x lance #vld #voltron #netflix voltron #Voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith vld #lance vld

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 211: Jane, Stop This Crazy Thing

Previously on BnHA: The fifth and final joint training battle began with Team DekuRakaMinaTa VS Team MonoShinYanaYuiShou. (There’s probably a better way to combine those last five names. Maybe it’s time to retire this joke.) Anyways, All Might answered a phone call from Gran Torino and went to go chat with him about OFA, probably thinking to himself that surely he wouldn’t miss much in just the next five minutes or so! So while he was doing that, Shouda, Yanagi, and Kodai attacked Ochako, Mina, and Mineta with a bunch of huge flying objects. And Monoma confronted Deku and started taunting him, first trying to goad him into revealing his friends’ location, and then trying to bait him by snidely accusing his boyfriend of being the one who caused the demise of the Symbol of Peace. Fucking ouch. He almost baited me with that one tbh. Anyway, that really pissed Deku off, but because he’s a smart kid he still didn’t respond and instead went to blast Monoma with his air gun attack. Except that all of a sudden some weird fucking shit started happening and Deku’s right hand basically exploded with black lightning. Ah, well, you know. Just One for All things.

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Monoma (from like five minutes ago) bonds with Shinsou over having quirks that don’t necessarily make one think “hero!” at first glance. He asks Shinsou how he goaded Deku into opening his mouth back at the sports festival, and Shinsou says he insulted his classmates. Monoma is all “!” and we then cut back to the present, where Deku is all “NNNNNGHHHH” and scary black tendrils are lancing out from his arm every which way trying to either capture Monoma or flat out kill him (who can say). At first everyone is all “Midoriya fucking powered himself up again?” not realizing that for once it was unintentional and he has no control over it. Once Deku starts screaming at everyone to run away -- and the “new technique” starts ripping apart the entire fucking stage -- it kinda starts to sink in, though. All Might tells Aizawa they need to end the match, and meanwhile Ochako floats herself up and latches on to Deku and then calls out to Shinsou for help. Probably because she’s learned her lesson about waiting on the teachers to ever do anything, sob.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 224, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

LOOOOOOOOL

so we’re opening chapter 211 in exactly the way that everyone was expecting! with a fucking Monoma flashback lmao

whoever was telling him that, they’re really fucking stupid by the way. Monoma legit has one of the best quirks in the game. all it means is he would work best on a team, that’s all

so he’s bonding with Shinsou (this is a flashback, obviously, so that first panel was a flashback-within-a-flashback) over them both having quirks that people looked down on

look at that, Shinsou. even fucking Monoma adopted you

oh my god hold up. do I ship it?? ...lol I’m not sure

lol well Shinsou is saying “that doesn’t make me happy” in response to Monoma declaring they were the same type. so now I know they can banter, and so the answer is yes, I do in fact ship it. this is not a thing I was expecting to happen in this arc. Shinsou I’ve gone from you being in the background every so often popping up to remind us you exist, to me having adopted you and shipping you with at least two people, one of whom is the kid who in the previous chapter was like “hey you know that thing that Bakugou secretly harbors horrible guilt over? let me just go and get in his boyfriend’s face and be all ‘yeah it totally was his fault.’” man. life sure is funny

and apparently this little weasel did it on Shinsou’s advice!

LMAO Monoma this is the role you were born to play. all you have to do to succeed is insult class 1-A omg. can you do it? it’s gonna be so fucking hard for you, so out of character. you’ll have to dig down deep

anyway so I’m not sure if this is Monoma or Shinsou monologuing here (though I’m leaning toward Monoma because he’s responsible for 8 out of 10 monologues in general when he’s around) (ETA: yeah it’s Monoma), but either way it’s an interesting speech

ahh, and now we’re back in the present!

ahhhhhhhhh

goddamn it Horikoshi. I have no idea whose thoughts these are. whatever, I’ll have to figure it out and come back to reanalyze it later

(ETA: so hey, now that we’ve caught up to this point, I finally have access to the Viz translations again! their translation makes a lot more sense, and makes it clear this is just a continuation of Monoma’s speech. here:

I appreciate the deeper look into Monoma’s psyche, but I don’t know if I buy into this argument that his quirk forces him to act unheroically. Shinsou’s quirk is a different story perhaps, but there’s nothing about the copy quirk that necessitates unscrupulous conduct in order to win the day. it just so happens that he is very good at goading others, and it only makes sense to use that to his advantage when he can. like, it’s a respectable strategy, if one that doesn’t necessarily win you a lot of friends. 

I for one don’t feel like he needs to justify himself; it’s a battle, and you gotta do what you gotta do to try and give yourself the edge, especially when you’re up against the fucking main character. but anyway, maybe he feels a little guilty deep down and has to rationalize it like this. or maybe he’s just trying to bond with Shinsou and be all “yeah I get you man, you don’t have a choice, it’s rough.” or maybe a little of column A and a little of column B, who knows. anyways.)

in the meantime, check out Monoma and Shinsou’s confused and slightly apprehensive expressions! “did Midoriya’s arm just fucking explode”

apologies to everyone reading this liveblog for getting myself spoiled btw. I probably robbed you guys of a delightful time of watching me freak the fuck out and thinking Deku had lost control of OFA again and was gonna blow his arm off or some fucking shit. but instead I’m just fucking excited because this little shrubbery of a boy is about to level the fuck up and he doesn’t even know it yet

you can see why alternate universe me would have been so concerned. it looks like he’s having a heart attack and being sucked into the void. it looks like Miroku’s kazaana from Inuyasha. oh my god

Monoma my respect for you just increased tenfold. look at you keeping your cool while not having the slightest fucking clue what’s going on

(ETA: actually this reminds me a lot of Katsuki facing the League of Villains and running his mouth at them and appearing confident but all the while having that one bead of sweat visible the entire time. Monoma has a lot more in common with him than he may think.

...in fact, I would totally read an AU where Monoma does more successfully in the cavalry battle and makes it into the tournament and consequently ends up drawing the League’s attention instead of Katsuki -- because he does do a very decent villain impression, this one -- and as a result he’s the one who gets taken. featuring a bonus rescue attempt led by Tetsutetsu and Kendou, and a Kamino arc that strangely enough ends up playing out very similarly to the one we actually got, in the end. anyways. it’s an interesting What If to think about.)

oh hey I just noticed the chapter title is “successor” and FUCK YEAHHHH are we gonna get the spoiler in this chapter? cuz then I can go back to not being spoiled again, so that’ll be nice

oh SHIT

“RUN” IS GOOD ADVICE MONOMA, I’D FUCKING LISTEN TO HIM?!

NOW IT REALLY LOOKS LIKE THE KAZAANA. except blasting black lightning shit out instead of sucking shit in

wow this is fucking amazing. I love the potential for future battles, given how powerful it seems to be and yet how he appears to have no fucking clue how to control it and so it consequently becomes a double-edged sword putting himself and his comrades at risk. it’s a lot like Eri’s power in that sense

also Deku is making some amazing faces in this chapter and I feel like we should be appreciative

Monoma is not doing a half-bad job of dodging this maniac who is trying to fucking kill him

jesus christ. maybe next time we don’t insult his boyfriend, Monoma

now he’s turning to call Shinsou and he looks pretty rattled tbh

but you know who doesn’t look rattled, like at all?

I burst out laughing in real life oh my god. they’re just like “...must be Tuesday”

I mean, this kid went from breaking all his bones to suddenly having super agility to being super strong without breaking his bones to using fucking wind attacks. they probably have no idea what his quirk is at this point and so they’re just assuming this is just another natural evolution

and the thing is, they’re not wrong

oh shit now Deku’s fucking flying toward Shinsou

have him brainwash you and command you to turn it off then!

also, I wasn’t sure with the previous chapter but now I am sure that they definitely do have sound (by “they” I mean the teachers and other students watching, that is), because they were able to follow all that stuff with Shinsou’s voice changer in the first match. so they can hear Deku saying that he doesn’t have control. so what I’m saying here is the teachers should definitely be calling this match off immediately

but will they? well, it’s U.A. so I think we all know the answer to that. it ain’t over till somebody croaks

jesus now we’re cutting to the scene from a distance and this shit is even crazier than I thought

TEACHERS ARE YOU GOING TO DO ANYTHING? NO? OKAY

TEACHERS, DEKU HAS LOST CONTROL OF HIS QUIRK AND IS SMASHING THE TRAINING STAGE APART AND TRYING TO KILL FRIEND AND FOE ALIKE. ARE YOU GOING TO PUT A STOP TO THIS FIGHT? NO? OKAY

ALL MIGHT, YOUR BELOVED PROTEGE AND ADOPTED SON IS FLYING AROUND UNCONTROLLABLY AND DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO STOP. ARE YOU GOING TO -- you know what. just, never mind

oh shit

ffff Aizawa looking at him like “what’s this now? ‘stop’?”

(ETA: Aizawa. Aizawa listen to me. I need you to look me in the eye and tell me honestly -- if All Might hadn’t said anything, would you have just fucking stood there until everyone fucking died? would you have done anything?? how much more of your problem child hupping all around the stage with this bucking bronco of a quirk screaming “STOP!! STOP!!” would you have calmly observed before it occurred to you to fucking do your job. tell me. be honest. listen, I love and respect you, dude, but sometimes you make me a little concerned.)

god I am loving this so much. this is not at all how I expected this last match to go

ahhhhhh noooooo

he’s scared! he says it hurts! oh shit I’m sorry Deku I didn’t know it was hurting you ah fuck

though that makes sense, because it’s blasting out of your right fucking arm, though, because it’s always that fucking arm, isn’t it. and whatever this new quirk is, it’s at 100% just like OFA was when you first activated it. and we all know that pretty much all quirks can do a lot of damage to the user if used at full capacity for too long

there’s another panel of Ochako staring in horror. there’s been a lot of those. is it just to show her concern, or is she planning something to help him (I have no idea what she could do though), or is she taking mental notes here and this means she’ll be hounding him with questions about his quirk after this and will eventually learn about OFA too?

(ETA: thankfully no one other than Shouto thinks to ask, and Shouto accepts the weakest of excuses without hesitation because this is the densest and most trusting group of kids to ever walk the earth. Deku your secret is safe for life. all he has to do is just shrug his shoulders every damn time. “fucking quirks, though. wild.”)

ahhh now we’re really getting into Deku’s POV and he’s freaking out bad flkajlkj

no baby no don’t cry it’ll be all right

fuck. he’s scared and he’s frustrated because everything was finally starting to go so well and he was finally getting the hang of things and on his way to being a reliable hero, and now this stupid fucking quirk is out of control again and it’s like nothing he ever experienced before, and it hurts and he has no idea what to do and he might hurt other people and fucking shit, someone help him!!

AHHHH

ONE FOR ALL YOU BETTER LISTEN TO HIM!!

is he crying blood??!

(ETA: sure looks like it. jesus Deku you’re dramatic as fuck.)

okay WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD

OCHAKO

girl when I said I had no idea what you could do to help him, that’s because I didn’t think you’d be crazy enough to fucking float yourself right at him when he’s losing it like this

goddamn that’s a ballsy fucking move though, shit

oh shit!

brainwash him and get control of him and then she can float him down to safety! yes!! do it!!

MY GIRL OCHAKO SAVING THE DAY AND MY BOY SHINSOU BEING BRAVE IN THE CLUTCH AND SAVING DEKU AS WELL AND HOPEFULLY GETTING INTO CLASS A FOR HIS EFFORTS. OH SHIT. THIS IS AMAZING. DOES THIS ARC HAVE HATERS?? I CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHY IT WOULD OH SHIT I FUCKING LOVE ALL OF THIS

Shinsou looks like a deer in fucking headlights by the way. like someone just caught him doing something super embarrassing. haha I love it

oh my god I’m gonna go read the next one

#bnha #boku no hero academia #monoma neito #shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #so let's talk about that monoma-is-kidnapped au #tetsu obviously fills in for the role of kirishima #and kendou can take momo's place #or hell momo can still be there given that she's the only one who would have been able to make the tracker #and awase can come too because yeah #and let's just assume class a are the ones knocked out by the gas and class b is mostly okay in this timeline #so let's see now #honenuki joins the rescue squad because he's a ride or die #and manga too because he's a powerhouse and they need him #and maybe pony but at this point the squad is getting crowded now lol #anyway so they all track monoma down and then instead of deku's famous 'fly overhead and kacchan grabs on' plan #something something honenuki traps the villains in quicksand #and manga makes another wall similar to what he did in this arc #separating monoma from the villains #and pony flies him out of there to safety #so I guess there's really no need for awase #or tetsu for that matter #(but he's the heart of the team though) #(and kendou is the one who came up with the plan) #idk #lots of ways this could play out

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #261

“i hate you for every time you ever bled for me.”

If you have a job, how long is your shift? I'm unemployed. Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? It's too short for that. What language did you take up in high school? Latin for one semester, then I took four of German. Do you like sunflowers? It's illegal to live in the South and not lmao. Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? Yeah. Would you rather be called honey or baby? Hunny. What is your favorite card game? Even though I never learned it super well, I used to enjoy Magic: The Gathering and have actually been like dying to play it for months lmao. How many emails were you sent today? None. What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? Well I mostly got money life chose I didn't get to use, lol. I honestly don't really remember anything else prominently... sounds bad, but yeah, so is my memory lmao. What have you thought up yet for this year’s list? Well it's only April, but a treadmill or something like that is at the top right now. Do you have any embarrassing usernames? Ha ha, none that I still use. Do you have a backpack in a shape of an animal? No, but I almost got a meerkat one. But it was too small. :'( Have you ever waxed your legs? OW no. My hair is too long and thick. Have you ever taught a little kid to flick people off? lol wow no. Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? I do that remarkably easy, especially on my legs. I literally have long scars from it. Do you always clear your history after using the computer? No. Have you ever had your food stolen by a bird? Ha ha nah. Are you responsible for stuffing someone's stocking? No. Do you make your own smoothies or juices? No. Do you like oatmeal raisin cookies? I absolutely hate raisins. What age do you think is too old to still live with your parents? It greatly depends on a lot of things: the person's health, financial position, etc. Have you ever watched Bob's Burgers? A couple times. It was pretty funny if I remember correctly. Denim, leather or varsity jacket? UUUUGGGGGHHHHH leather. I've wanted one since middle school. ;_; Has a teacher ever caught and read a note you were passing in class? No. I honestly didn't pass notes, but I find it mean as FUCK when teachers do this. Privacy is a goddamn thing that should be respected. I do not support passing notes in class, like you're there to learn, but having it shared in front of all your peers is not the fucking answer. I get heated about this shit. What's your favorite perfume that you own? I only own one that's called "Blush" from rue 21. It smells really nice, though. Do you clean things that are already clean when you're bored? No. I'd rather clean something that isn't already. Do you have an older brother? Yes. What do you do when someone overweight complains about being overweight? Lol I'd probably say "mood," but it depends on our relationship of course. Like there're times to be humorous and light-hearted about it and other times when you don't make it about you. If they're clearly more sad and especially if I don't know them well, I'd say something like "I understand," because I can almost guarantee I do about this. Have either of your parents ever been to jail? No. Have you ever been to jail? No, I'm a good noodle. :) Are your collarbones prominent? No. ;_; You can see them, yeah, but they're not like very obvious. It's one of my biggest motivators to lose weight though because I am dyinnnnggg for dermals there, but I think it would look weird without that contrast. Have you ever in your life worn overalls? When I was a kiddo. Ugly things. Do you own anything tribal print? No. Do you watch any beauty gurus on YouTube? I'm not even very interested in beauty, yet I love Jeffree Star??? Nikkie is cool too. I've found I watch more for personalities than content, in all genres of vids. Do you like Skittles? More like LOVE. Do you have a PillowPet? No. If you do, what kind of PillowPet do you have? N/A Do you have sleep paralysis? Thank the fuck to god no. That shit sounds absolutely terrifying. Is there anyone at home right now you wish wasn't? No. Do you like Placebo? Tbh I can't think of one song by them rn. I know I've heard them, Mom's even got a CD I'm sure I've tried out long ago when I got into her music, but obviously nothing stood out well enough, at least back then. Has anyone ever carried you to bed? As a kid, yeah, usually my dad. Could you happily date someone prettier than you? Yes???? Do you know anyone with cancer? Both my mom and grandmother right now. Are you easily offended? No. Do your parents buy you most anything you want? HI we've always been poor so no. Not just that, but they knew better than to spoil us. Have you ever tried to jump a fence? I have. Do you watch My Strange Addiction? No. How attracted are you to the last person that kissed you? A bit above moderately ig. Have you ever known a white supremacist? HUNNY I live in the South. In regards to who do you think "what if?" Jason as a fucking whole is my absolute "what if." Do you like the smell of a barbecue? Yes, even though I enjoy like almost no food at most of them. Doesn't stop it from smelling good. Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional? I can't even imagine someone calling me that, no. I'm the polar opposite. How much money do you spend in a month on clothes or accessories? None in the average month. What was the last clothing item you wore that doesn't belong to you? A pair of Mom's pants. I didn't have any clean pairs. Do you own anything with your state or providence's name on it? No. Got no interest in sporting anything relating to a boring-ass, bigoted, racist state. How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? WOW A LOT!!!!!!!!!!! Do you like the Paranormal Activity movies? Yeah, I do. I mean yeah, they're fake, but what horror movie isn't even though it claims it is, honestly. How do you like your oatmeal? Apples & cinnamon with a bit of sugar. Does it make you feel better when an ex starts dating someone unattractive? No. Appearance doesn't mean shit when it comes to what the heart wants. What's your favorite way to eat peanut butter? In a sandwich w/ grape jam. Do you fall in infatuation easily? Infatuation, I'm not sure. Who has initiated most of your first kisses? Considering almost all previous relationships, usually me as they all knew I needed to go slow. I'd only do it if I was aware they'd wanted to kiss already, though. Do you like bows? Omg yes, cute shit. Has a boyfriend ever made you breakfast? Yes. Jason first went to college to be a chef. Are you more likely to show affection through your words or your actions? Probably words when you consider I'm slow with physically doing that, but I'm honestly really affectionate either way when I'm comfortable with you. Do you like Cheez-Its? VERY MUCH SO omg keep them away from me. Do you ever use coloring books? Not anymore. How do you feel about instrumental music? I have to be in the mood for it. Have you ever been on a trapeze? No. What's the coolest natural event you've ever witnessed? I still don't know to this day what it was, but I THINK it was a star exploding. Scared me, man. Seeing the big lunar eclipse last year was also wicked cool. Do you know how to use chopsticks? HA, I never could. Not with my tremors. Do you buy chocolate after Valentine's Day when it goes on sale? No, I don't need chocolate. Do you think bunnies are cute? I would fight God to give a lop-eared bunny one (1) pet. Do you personally know anyone who is an author? I've had a friend get something published in a magazine before, and during one stay at the psych hospital, I met a published poet. His stuff was really good. Last time (if ever) you were on an airplane, where were you going? Otw home from Illinois. Do you know anyone who is left-handed? Yeah? I'd assume everyone would at least know one... If people could read your mind, what would they usually find? The thought "I'm bored" every five minutes. What's a song that makes you feel happy? "Jump" by Van Halen came to mind first. How did you meet your best friend? YouTube. Do you need money to be happy? To a degree, yes. Money can buy happiness - but again, to a degree. Saying it doesn't is bullshit. What's a good idea you've had recently? Probably just OC ideas, lmao. I've thought of some decently cool stuff recently. what is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Cinnamon rolls uggggghhhhhh How many slices of pizza do you usually eat? Two or three if I'm seriously hungry. If you could switch places with someone for a day, who would it be? Is "Mark's girlfriend" even remotely surprising lmao but no seriously she's an amazing and productive person like I WISH. What's the last song you listened to? "Roots" by In This Moment is on rn. Do you like the movie Zootopia? Ye! Do you ever go on Pinterest? Yeah. What's the last kind of chocolate you ate? A Reese's. Tell me a line from the song you're listening to: "I'm stronger than I ever knew - I'm strong because of you." Have you ever participated in a march/protest? No. Have you ever performed in front of a large audience? Yeah, for dance classes and school stuff. What did you eat the last time you went to the movies? Popcorn. I may have gotten sour gummies, too? Idr. Who was the last person to see you cry? Mom. Do you listen to music every day? There are rare days where I don't. I'll be watching too many actual videos. Do you have a hard time making decisions? A STUPID hard time. I'm extremely dependent, including when faced with decisions. I second-guess myself with everything. Do you start the shower water before or after you get in? Before. How many times have you been to a museum? A good number of times. We live pretty close to an art + science one. Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? Most likely not. Would you rather be a Panda or Grizzly bear? A panda so it wouldn't be legal to shoot me lmao. Do the stairs in your house have carpet? We only have one floor. Can you do a twirl like a ballerina? Oh wow, no. Even when I was a dancer, I SUCKED at that. When you were younger, were you ever in a relationship with someone you now realize was way too old for you? No. Is your family dysfunctional? To a degree. How old were you the first time you travelled alone? 22? What's the longest hotel stay you've ever had? I don't know. Not long. We only ever really stayed at one when we had to go to Myrtle Beach for annual dance competitions, and those were only like, a weekend. What architectural style was your childhood home? Uhhh idk. Very normal. Tell me a bit about your last relationship. What was it like dating them? It was great, but also stressful because of distance. What's the largest animal you've seen in the wild? Maybe like a large buck or something. Do any of your friends or family members have strange occupations? Not that I'm aware of. Have you ever been in weather so severe that you feared for your safety? Oh yeah. What political issues are the most important to you personally? Gay rights and the pro-choice stance. Does your neighborhood have a community garden? I've never even heard of such a thing. What small thing makes you automatically distrust someone? Acting secretive or cryptic about who they are as a person. Of all the states/provinces in your country, which one is your favorite? Visually that I've seen a good number of pictures of, Utah. Are there any obscure foods you've eaten that most people have never tried? I very much doubt that. What's the kindest thing a total stranger has done for you? I'm unsure. Have you ever used a meal kit delivery service? Yeah, I did one of those diet things before... but the name is evading me, even though it's super common. Nutrisystem, maybe? Do you have any pets? If so, how old are they? Venus is around five, and Roman is two. Do you have any psychological issues rooted in events from your childhood? My psychiatrist and former therapist predict my discomfort around men, particularly when they're behind me, and extreme fear of rape is rooted in two kids from pre-k that used to chase, randomly hug the hell out of, and try to kiss me. I'd actually entirely forgotten about it until we really started to dig deep, so I guess it's a repressed memory. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? WOW no, son. What's your favorite DIY crafts youtube channel? I don't watch DIY stuff. What was your high school's mascot? Firebird. Who were your best friends in high school? Hannia, Megan, Maria, Girt, and Dennis were The Crew. Who was your first boyfriend or girlfriend? Aaron was my brief puppy-dog love, but Jason was my first real boyfriend. Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? Bottom. If I slept on the top, but bottom is getting crushed lmao. As a little kid though when Nicole and I shared a room, I had to have the top bunk until I got a bit older. What insects are you afraid of? BEETLES, CICADAS, AND LARVA GET THE FUCK OUT. Honestly most insects scare me to a degree. Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I think the aforementioned Aaron did in middle school at least once before we dated. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? Swimming in the pool, if they had one. What's one way in which you're still a child? I'm dependent as shit on my mom. What's one way in which you're old? I now say "back in the day" sometimes lmfao. Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? Both at different times. Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? No. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? Only once at a certain age. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? Just kinda swim around and think, or watch nature. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? I know I have, but they're evading me, gaaaah. What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? I only ever wear black. What’s your favourite brand of peanut butter? Uhhh never really paid much attention to brands. Do you put all your stuff for class in one binder or several? When I was in school, I had one binder with dividers, but I also had specific folders too. What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos. How many languages can you recite the alphabet in? Two. What’s your favourite flavour of sunflower seeds? I hate those. What’s your favourite flavor of muffin? Chocolate oof. Have you ever had carpal tunnel? I do. I haven't had problems in a couple months, though. Are you one of those people who is really smart but has no common sense? OW FUCK OFF. How old were you when you met your first love? I was just shy of 16. Did you get ice cream from the ice cream truck when you were little? Do they still have an ice cream truck where you live? We occasionally did as a kid, but they definitely don't have that where we live now. Has the last person you kissed met your family? She met my mom, dad, and younger sister. What was the last strong emotion you experienced? Who was responsible for it? Remorse. Myself. Have you ever had to cancel a bank account? Yes. Was the last conversation you had an argument? No. If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? I am not in the financial or mental position to get married right now. Where was the last place you got completely wasted? I've never been "wasted." If you could have anyone as your roommate, who would you choose? Sara. Have you ever changed the prices of items at a store? Wow no. Well, MAYBE when I actually worked in stores and I was supposed to, but I don't remember doing that. Do you go for walks often? I never do because of having no area to (my house is along a dangerous curve), and I need to be very careful because of muscle atrophy in my legs. I need to have easy access to a place to sit and recover or else I get very close to collapsing. As mentioned, I desperately want a treadmill. Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? No, I'm 24 years old. My mom would never in her life do that at any age anyway. How strange do people say you are? Idk?? That's not something I really try to find out because my AvPD would possibly make me cry asldkfjwe. Have you opened food at a grocery store & ate it without or before paying? I would never do that without, but I have before in cases of being very dizzy and knowing I desperately needed food. How artistic are you? I think I'm pretty artistic, but more in concept than actuality... Like I have so so so SOOOOOO many ideas, particularly with drawing, I just don't. Do it. Can you legally drive? Not currently, because my permit has been expired since last year. Did anything dramatic go down yesterday? No. Do you find smoking unattractive? Very. Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? No, thankfully. Have you seen someone recently you used to talk to, but don’t anymore? No. Are you comfortable sharing drinks with your friends? No; I don't even share drinks with family. Honestly, have you ever written something on a bathroom stall? No, I hate that shit. When you were a kid did you ever look up “sex” in the dictionary? Actually no. I literally didn't learn anything about it 'til family life in the 5th grade. Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing right now? No. Are you shorter or taller than most of your friends? I'm a normal height, really. Honestly, do you double dip? If I'm sharing, no. All you have to do is break the chip. What was the last junk food you ate? I had a little bit of popcorn yesterday.

#survey #quiz #questions

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S3 Ep22: Mokuba Gets Murdered

So today’s is...a long update, I may half it, but I’m gonna be away from my computer a whole bunch for a few weeks so like...if I half it you’re gonna be waiting on that other half for...kind of a while and by then I may have sort of forgotten what was happening in the first half. So I dunno, maybe I’ll just make this a huge ass...59 cap post.

honestly it’s mostly 59 caps because, surprisingly, no one dueled this episode.

I KNOW.

When I saw that “To be continued” last episode I really thought I’d have to deal with more paper-form BS but Noah finally plopped over at the beginning of this episode so I guess he’s just officially done playing cards now. Everyone has been turned back from being stoneware with absolutely no consequential brain damage. Probably because you could not do any more damage than what has been previously done.

But don’t worry he’ll get some more brain damage in by the end of this episode.

Remember the plot point that Tristan was slowly becoming a real monkey? I think he forgot about that because he’s been a monkey for...a realllllly long time and he kinda like...continues to just be Tristan. Maybe Tristan was nearly a monkey to begin with?

We also get a rare sighting of an actual real deal hug on this show and it was from the last person you’d ever expect.

Surprisingly heartwarming for this show.

If that duel disk goes off, both of them are super dead. Hugging in a duel disk might be the most dangerous sport either of these boys have ever done.

Anyway, because Seto and Mokuba were the first ones to go, they have no idea that any time has passed at all.

He seems pretty OK for Yugi just nonchalantly taking his dragons but this is VR and...the cards aren’t...actually here. So like...Yugi didn’t actually steal anything? No proof, no crime.

To be honest, no one should have any cards in any of their decks right now, but the show kind of forgets that these digital cards need to be drafted each round. It’s fine.

Anyway, in the wake of losing a card game, Noah just remembered that he’s a freakin god of this universe so he decides to just go for plan B, which you would think would be most people’s plan A.

(more under the cut)

Ya Noah could have peaced out at any point in this show, but because he was trying to impress Daddy he just...didn’t?

Not like it mattered because the integral plot device was like “oh yeah guys, I’m in this show, too, completely forgot. Oops, is it too late? It’s already episode 22? Eh, better late than never.”

and don’t be deceived by the cap, it showed like...every millennium item for some reason. You’d think it wouldn't show the rod because Yugi doesn’t have that, but apparently Marik up there on the ship was like “the hell is this going off for?” and then just shrugged it off.

Noah gets...mostly this image of a well waxed Pharaoh while Yugi gets images of Noah’s memories, where he finds out each of Yugi’s friends and Yugi himself were stuffed in little sci fi VR pods. You’d think that they wouldn’t need to access Noah’s memories to realize that. Should’ve been the first thing they realized when they got here. In VR.

Like, think about it, the only other person that got kicked out of here was Pegasus. And to kick out Pegasus it took all of Yugi’s friends except Bakura. Apparently this time all Yugi needs is for Pharaoh to focus (and Bakura to be just...youknow...present, I guess. Assuming the writers haven’t forgotten that Bakura’s still in there)

I think they mostly did this memory exchange as an excuse to give us a review--thing is there’s so much weird stuff to review it feels a lot like exposition. Like I don’t remember seeing these big boys before:

There is just...a lot of design put into this robot you only see like a couple of times. Some concept artist when all ham so I wonder...was this his OC? I’m so glad his weird OC sleepytime bot got into Yugioh. Good for him.

So at this point I kinda turned to my bro and was like “this feels a lot like the Matrix, doesn’t it?” and then in rolls in the bright purple cloud of “you don’t even know.”

I’ll just leave this here.

back to Yugioh.

Yo I kinda forgot in the mayhem that Kaiba’s Dad was clearly here this whole time. I figured we’d run into him, I didn’t really think he’d Castlevania it up in the sky in order to do it.

So this show presents these two brain orb AI monsters as being pretty well...alive...in that Orb because we’ve only heard this explanation from two AI beings who are pretty sure they never died. But, are they alive, really? Did they really transcend to a higher plane like Noah thinks? Or was this a thinly veiled murder/suicide? Did Gozaburo Kaiba kill his son because he could not allow him to be crippled, seeing an opportunity test out this crazy orb AI that needed a human brain in order to function--knowing full well what he was doing? And then later kill himself after losing everything to Seto?

Like, I’ve heard that in the Japanese version, Gozaburo commits suicide and in the English version he does not. But, at least from where I’m sitting...I think he commits suicide in both versions. Like, maybe it’s because I’m an adult watching this and not a child, but it feels like Gozaburo did this in order to set a trap for Seto as his last screw you before he left this mortal plane.

Either way, Noah’s kind of an idiot and so he still has not caught on. What followed was the three very worst Kaiba boys just kind of shouting at eachother for 5-10 minutes but, like, on completely different wavelengths, every single one. The lack of communication between these dumbasses right after Gozaburo drops this horrifying bomb of “and then I killed myself to kill all of you” was actually pretty low key hilarious.

The dub then got very confused as to when Noah died. Really confused, I’m not going to analyze that too much, it’s dub problems. Dubs do that sometimes.

Also, this is a new Noah outfit. Huh. shame we never got to know it.

Anyway, as the truth comes out, suddenly this accidental Kaiba family therapy

sesh everyone else in this High School class is privy to just starts escalating.

OH OK, KID’S SHOW.

Yo, remember how many jokes I made that Kaiba was raised in Outer Heaven? Apparently I was WAY closer than I realized.

And speaking of Metal Gear:

Anyway, remember that random idea that Noah dropped on us to consume the world with VR tech? I knew it would come back, just not quite like this. Not with a nice Power Point slide show via the sky from the Most Evil Mufasa.

And that was how Kaiba’s Dad decided “I was once scorned by a rude 12 year old, lets destroy every human on Earth and extinguish all civilization.”

So basically the entire freakin ocean is just filled with these robots? Just completely polluted with nighty-night bots?

Yo.

So like this whole time we’ve been following Marik, who’s trying to destroy the world, and keeping babysitting tabs on Bakura, who’s trying to destroy the world, but Kaiba just wants to be the best and show everyone else up so he just decided to set in motion the entirety of humanity’s destruction BEFORE THIS SERIES EVER STARTED.

*coughs* I can’t believe Yugioh just did the Matrix better than the Matrix.

Now listen, I know what I said--and I have to tell you, the Matrix was one of my favorite movies when it came out when I was wee middle schooler and watched it secretly at my friend’s house. It was rated R for absolutely no reason, and so I wasn’t supposed to watch it--but I did anyway and it was very thrilling to break the law like that. Keanu Reeves did a middle finger--yes, that was the cuss that put it into R territory--and I was like “wow, he is crazy!”

But, while it’ll always hold a place in my little tween heart, that one did not age well. Mostly because, once it stepped away from the cave allegory you have to start asking questions like “so...how did everyone get trapped in the Matrix?” and it was like “because the robots needed batteries. So like...humans...became batteries...rather than..........actual batteries.” which makes a lot of sense when you’re like a child and you don’t know how batteries work, but as an adult it’s like “...so they’re not very smart robots, then?”

But, Matrix came out about 1999, and because it was super cool, it influenced everything. This show was about 2001, and Kaiba’s wearing a floor length coat--I really think there may have been a bit of an influence?

And I think they may have explained how all humanity would get placed in the Matrix better than that movie series that was like 3 movies and a bunch of video games and a very violent cartoon. And like, the Yugioh explanation is still balls insane, but hey, at least this motive makes sense.

And then, at this point, Mokuba’s Stockholm Syndrome came back, but this time it’s just plain old fashioned Stockholm Syndrome, no weird brainwashing on the part of Noah was necessary to make any of this happen.

Like I really think Moki’s finally snapped. It’s finally snapped. He doesn’t know have any idea what is going on anymore and desperately needs a nap. A nap that will last like 5 days. Moki needs to go to the beach and just...not move for about a straight week to recover from the mess of this tournament.

Most people at this point would be like “yeah I think maybe Noah isn’t trustworthy” but this group of kids--this is the only group of kids that sees a cackling undead digital ghost dude hunched over like this who has already tried to kill them on multiple occasions--straight up just 10 minutes ago--and says “he’s probably much better now.”

Just 10 feet away from them, Marik is desperately trying to finish the arc he started, but keeps running into filler problems. Which is this door.

This X-men door, the most powerful filler villain in the Yugioh universe.

I can’t believe they explained away Marik--super powerful evil villain that bested Bakura--by using one singular door that kept him occupied for like 20 episodes.

Apparently the bedtime bots are equiped with Huge Lasers.

Which kind of defeats the purpose of keeping everyone alive to send them to the VR realm?

But whatever, they have huge lasers, but little do they know, Marik can shoot lasers out of that necklace he stole off Bakura, and he didn’t actually do that and it’s kind of a bummer. Instead he reflects the lasers with the rod. Which then makes you wonder--is that why Bakura didn’t use his laser attack then? Because of the reflection issue?

Sorry I can’t believe I even entertained that idea. Clearly they completely forgot about S1 at this point. It feels like it’s been so many years since things were simple and you could shoot lasers out of your eyeball/necklace.

And then, canonically, Marik gave up on this door. This normal ass door. The only foe he has ever stepped down to.

This door has faced the ultimate evil, it has stared down an actual fallen god born of anger and violence, who, after thousands of years steeped in an abusive tomb, has risen to consume the entire world, but, this door, using all of it’s bolts and joints you can buy at your local Home Depot, sent that fallen god back whence he came. Which was a blimp. Marik came from a blimp.

This door should be the 4th God Card.

(I want y’all to know that I originally wrote “5th” god card and bro corrected me because I literally thought there were 4 this entire time.)

The amount of time that Mokuba was not kidnapped after Yugi and co just saved him? I want to say maybe 10 minutes. He got one hug from Seto, and then went back to the kidnap zone.

Apparently, Noah decided to trap everyone else in their old memories--which is an interesting way to recap what happened in S2. The trap doesn’t trick them very well because these guys are missing a fair amount of memory at this point, so they basically got served a bunch of weird nonsense.

So while those guys are going to go down their very, very short memory lanes, Noah takes Mokuba to the same exact Dave & Busters that Tea and Yugi went on a date to back in like S2. Like this is the same exact one. And what’s nuts is I think they even redid the backgrounds, but definitely used S2 as reference. It’s quite the devotion to detail.

Noah tried to invent some sort of weird mystery doorway but then Mokuba was like “yeah it’s in the game right? Don’t say no, because I am hankering for some arcade time--don’t touch the other stick though, I want to play solo.″ and then Mokuba just proceeded to play this 2 person arcade game by himself while Noah just...watches.

In Dukes memories, Tristan looks the same as Duke’s always perceived him.

There’s just a lot to take in here.

But don’t worry, it gets weirder than three cultists on one small toy monkey, because here comes some romantic development that had absolutely no basis in reality. This is just so freakin weird, get ready for it.

They definitely almost run over Duke and Serenity--Joey’s sister--and Joey does not not seem to have any reaction to nearly running over his little sister on the road, because one second later, this is happening.

And that was how Noah managed to insert his JoeyxMai fanfiction into Joey’s head and tried his damnedest to make it canon. It’s wild. I can’t believe Noah was a shipper this whole time. Like, who else has he been secretly shipping???

Noah had a split second to use his fabulous orb brain to deal with Joey, and while he used actual memories from the other kids, when it came to Joey, he sort of stopped and went “oh yes, my OTP!”

So then, in this split second Noah kinda turned to his pile of Joey fanfic he keeps stashed in the corner of his Orb Brain Consciousness and was like “well I have this really good one I wrote where Mai wasn’t in the coma yet, and there clearly aren’t enough romantic sunsets, and like...what if they were getting married? Oh man I love this AU! This is so good, can’t wait to upload it to his brain, OMG, he’ll love it. What if they were in Hawaii or something!? OMG they’re so freakin cute.”

Like everyone else on this show who has a canon relationship had to go through some type of sweet hell terror memory but Joey--just Joey--got to go on a date or something and then seal his love with a ring. Like we’ve seen many indicators that Noah is a small child but this was probably the biggest indicator we’ve seen of Noah’s maturity level when he was like “this is how relationships work.”

Again, Yugioh just writing your fanfiction for you--did you want an AU where Mai and Joey’s age wasn’t an issue and she also wasn’t in a coma yet and was uncharacteristically like “lets run off and get married?” because usually you’d have to search Google for that content, but now it’s just here and given to you on a silver platter.

At about the same time they were fully convinced none of this was a real memory, they all ended up back here, minus Kaibas. Joey apparently took the longest amount of time although he had the most bizarre set of memories. He probably just wanted to see where that fic would pan out, but like most fic’s, it kinda stopped updating at about chapter 3 so he gave up on it.

Just a few blocks away, Mokuba and Noah’s playdate from Hell is going according to plan, and Noah is just biding his time before snatching a body. But, before he does, I guess Noah did want to see what happens in this arcade game Moki’s playing because he’s just been standing here admiring Mokuba’s work.

Even Noah at this point is surprised at how deeply Mokuba has Stockholm Syndrome. Noah was just not prepared for how low Mokuba’s expectations are regarding his evil and pathological brothers.

Actual line of the show through this whole ironic experience, Noah just saying “wow...I almost feel bad”

Anyway remember that DDR game--that huge screened DDR game where Tea had a dance fight with Johnny Steps during her date with Yugi?

Did you ever think it would, one and half seasons later, become the scene of a horrific crime?

Did you ever think that the crime that would occur on the inane DDR machine that Tea once had a dance fight on against a guy wearing fringe moccasins would later be the scene of a family betrayal where Mokuba got murdered by his own dead secret older brother?

Because I sure didn’t.

Anyway, now equipped with his ultimate form--a very small kid with hair that weighs more than the kid itself, Noah rises from his grave.

I kind of love evil Moki, not going to lie.

Apparently Moki’s evil in Season 0 so I’ll probs have to go back to that season eventually to get more of that evil Moki fix.

I hope this is the type of scene that will end this entire show, TBH, just a crazy ass Moki cackling over the bodies of every other card player. That would be such a good way to end this series.

Anyway, I don't know whennnn the next update will be. I may update on that later--maybe not, but until we meet again, we’ll just leave evil Moki here in this nearly abandoned SeaQuest, laughing his face off over the sweet tunes of some Plantasia.

#yugioh #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #S3 Ep22 #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba #tea gardner #tristan taylor #serenity wheeler #joey wheeler #duke devlin #I can't believe Mokuba's freakin dead #again #Joey considers matrimony and it's not even the weirdest thing that happened this episode #ygo #tw suicide

[zebraslovescupcakestoo]

A family day

I was walking back home from the library on one sunny June day. I've just finished reading a book two days ago and I've got another one that I've already read but I still enjoyed reading it.

Only this time it is now mine personally.

I was probably the only teenager at my age that still reads books and love reading more than the average person does. The librarian and the owner was probably one of my older friends that I had when I was alone on those times and I do help him sometimes with work. He's probably the only one who had more imaginations than anyone I knew and still be a down to earth kind of person. He gave it to me personally and that I can keep it cause I'm probably the only person who enjoyed it. Even if I declined, he's insisted that I keep it as my own.

I was so exited about my new book that I was reading on chapter two on my way home and into the pathway. I was going to show it to my my father and sister until I remembered that we had our relatives over for our annual summer family reunion. I was even more exited to show them as well.

Well... almost all of them.

I then got surprised by someone who dropped off from our tree and next to me. It was my cousin. “Hello, Felix.” Alex stand there proudly as if I was supposed to be impressed from his hiding skills. He does that recently...

However, I wasn't fazed and just politely said. “Good afternoon, Alex-!” He then snatched my book from my hands when I was about to read one of my favorite parts. “Alex, may I have my book please?” I said as I tried to reach for it again, but Alex wasn't letting that happened as he flipped over the pages while he held it from the side. “How can you read these? There's barely no pictures.”

I frowned and I had to tell him. “Well some people used their imaginations.” I don't remember how he became more of a jerk as we're growing up, but I don't remember doing anything to upset him.

He then closes it and waved it a bit. “Felix, It's about time you need to get your nose out of those old books and do what the other cool kids at our age are doing. How can you expect to fit in if you don't even act like them?” He then tosses my book on the grass carelessly. I tried to recovered it, but he then steps on it to prevent me to picking it up. “What ever happened to your soccer enthusiasts? Did you quit or is there nobody else who would want to play as usual?” He empathized on it as if I had nobody else in this city who's my friend.

“I didn't quit cause I felt like it, I just wanted to help Jade with my nephews. She and dad can't be home all the time so I decided to help them like a responsible kid at my age and yours.” He then 'tsked', flung my book along with his left foot and it flew pass me. I closed my eyes to prevent the dirt that got caught with it from getting in them. I spat a bit.

“Responsible. Responsible. Blah blah blah! No wonder the other kids were saying you're weird! Life is too short to be taking things too seriously and settle down too soon. I preferred to live freely and do whatever I want with no regrets AND be more... up to date. Being the 'good boy' is so old fashioned you know?” He sneered close to my face as if to mock me of my values... What is he so up against me personally to act this way?

He then was pulled away from someone who was much taller than him and someone who's not to be reckon with if I'm being bullied. My sister. She was wearing her beautiful emerald green summer dress along with light blue earrings for this occasion. She help him with one hand like she was holding dirty laundry.

“There you are, Alex. Auntie wants you to help them unpack your things before we have our barbecue picnic tonight.” She said.

“Hey! This ain't fair! I'm here on vacation! HE should be the one to help unpack things for us!” Alex pointed at me as if I was his 'servant' for being our guest.

“You know our rules, if you lived under our roof, you need to follow them or look for another place to sleep. Or would you rather I tell them about his violin that was 'misplaced' last Christmas?” She gave him 'that' look and he shuttered.

“Fine... I'll go.” He surrendered with his hands up. After he was put down, he went inside the house. My sister picked up my book as I got up and dust myself off. She handed my book over. “I heard and saw what happened. Are you alright? Should we tell them privately?” She said with a worried look. I knew she was just protecting me, but I don't want to give her and the others more trouble that I should. She alone had done more than enough for me...

“Yeah... I am. Thanks and... No, there's no need. He's probably just grumpy from the trip.” I forced a smile.

“Felix... I know you're lying. I told you I heard all of it and he was being just as mean as the other kids.” She crossed her arms.

“But... Don't you think I’m... odd?” I politely asked her about myself. It's true that I do other things that aren't common with the other kids, but I felt like I'm being... sticking out. “MY little brother? Odd? You let what he said get to you? I though we talked about this before.”

“I-I know! I know! I just... wanted to be normal. It's just a bit hard for me to fit in here sometimes, just because I preferred reading, playing violin and occasionally soccer over partying at a soda joint every weekend and football games.” I looked down at my book. She then made me look up to her and said. “You are great just the way you are! We don't care what others think about you and you are unique. They're just jealous about you being different and your niceness. A rare combination along with your cute cat looks!” She then messed up my hair a bit as if it was teasing me...

Then every thing turns bright...

----

I awoke from the bright sunlight as I realized that I was taking a cat nap on the lawn chair. That dream... it was ten years ago that happened... I realized that today was the exact same day for my family barbecue!

“Ah! Carp fish! How long did I slept?” I was supposed to be helping setting up the tables and chairs along with-

I then realized that all of those things I was supposed to do were almost done when I turn my head to the right. The tables was well placed, the chairs were just placed by the kids and Sheba, Kitty was placing some of the summer favors for the barbecue meal and then there was Sam, who he was just standing there with the grill and dressed as the BBQ king... baking the meats.

I was shocked and a bit upset, but I didn't let it show. What is wrong with me? I was supposed to be the responsible one!

So I spoke to them. “Guys! It was my job to set this up!” I got up and walked over to Sam who's grilling the meats. “You've done most of these things last night so that today we didn't need to do much. Not to mentioned that you've been a bit busy with work lately... We all decided to pitch in a bit, so go back to relaxing.” He said as he taken off the first set of patties.

“But I'm the one who said we'd have it and-”

“You've done more than enough. The prepping, finding these table and chairs, cleaning out some dishes a bit and you've been a bit stressed out lately due to work on top of it like Sam said.” Sheba crossed her arms while Kitty and the kids went back inside to get some other things.

“But... That's just normal. I just wanted to do these things again ever since well... dad passed away. I also wanted to give the kids some good times and new bonding memories. I don't want to be known as a 'strict' parent figure forever.” I knew I had to lay some rules on them, but I knew that they're still kids... They are taking after my sister after all.

“Ne t'inquiète pas, mon amie. I knew they're grateful to you more than you know, even if they never show it. Heck! I've seen that soccer practice one time where Inky was the goalie and Winky was there playing guard position or something next to him. Do you remember what the other kids, including the opposite team were doing?” Sam questioned me on that soccer practice one time he decided to come and see with me.

“They were all having fun and that they're all winners at the end of the day?” I said it with optimistic thoughts.

“Kids were going the wrong way or doing other things than actually playing the game!” He snapped. “You see what they were all doing! Some went off to see with their parents, some were just fighting each other with fists, some are picking up flowers and should I mentioned that your kids and coach Tony's minds would be at the time saying: What the h3ll is going on right now?” He may have exaggerated a bit, but I knew I would never allow them to say such language.

“I don't always agree with Toucan all the time, but he's right about one thing. Your kids are the only ones who can actually play the game correctly for now. Even Coach Tony wanted them, especially Winky, to be on one of his sports team once they're old enough to join.” Sheba backed him up on him claim.

I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? But I didn't had much time to practice and most of it was just some of the things I used to do at their age.”

“Does your kids have ever read a bunch of boring books at that age too?” I then recognized that voice from that one mirrored person that came out of my home. Alex.

“Oh wow. Sir Lazy-bum has finally showed up once everything is done.” Sam sarcastically said as Alex came up to the three of us. “I had to make sure my hair is perfectly fine. Not everyone has dirty black hair like you, my dear cousin.” He said that just to piss me off, but his taunts are nothing compared to what I had to endure for others.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, old fart. Here's your next chore: Go to the nearby motel and wash. You smell like a urinal in a Portuguese cat house. You're not gonna attract anyone with male perfume that comes out of a bottle, ok?” Sam replied with a glare.

I bet that he's probably one of the only person who knew my 'real' cousin very well and that he's not that stupid to fall for his 'charms.' Truth is, I trust him more than my cousin does when I needed someone to look after the kids.

That comment aggravated Alex a bit.“So? Felix uses cologne too! I don't hear YOU saying anything about it!”

“That's because he doesn't uses half a bottle, enters an elevator full of people and smells like they've stood next to a f#cking pine tree! He just uses less and you can learn a thing about 'less is more' from him.” Sam's advice might have triggered Alex even more due to the fact his left eye is twitching a bit. “Or if you want you can do what European men's do and go natural. One time, a sophisticated guy was standing next to me, he smells like a pile of dog sh!t. I think THAT will suit you just fine.” Sam then smirked at that and Alex glared him with an unusual frown.

“Ha-ha-ha! I forgot how to laugh for a moment, king Dodo.” He mocked Sam due to the fact he's on grilling duty and usually, they're referred to BBQ kings but he refereed to his last nickname as a bird species.

“How original. In the name of the court of law, I shall knight thee!” Now THAT was unusual from Sam to compliment...

“He's plotting something, I can tell.” Sheba warned me with a whisper.

“Oh? Well do, your UN-gracefulness.” Alex then made a bowing gesture to play along. Sam raised his spatula a bit like he would handle a specter. “In the name of justice, I knight thee-” BONK!!

He smacked Alex's head with a decent amount of force to knock him face down. With a judge's mallet he had hidden from his apron and then hid it again from behind his back. “Arise! Sir Douche of Bag!”

“OW! WHAT THE-!!!” BONK!! Sam hit his head again before he gets the chance to look up. “Arise! Sir Stu of Pid!”

“Grr!-” BONK!! “Arise! Baron of bad news!”

“How did we ended up with him again?” Sheba asked me. “Coffee. We met at our usual coffee shop almost every day.” Asides from the fact that I met him on my fist solo case with the Six Busts of Anubis... in a coffee shop and so on.

Mean while, Sam and Alex's shenanigans continued. BONK!! “Arise! Sir Pent of Zoology!”

“This is stup-!” BONK!! “Arise! Sir Duke-of-Dunces!”

I tried to end this with words but to no avail. I knew Sam and Alex disliked each other like I am with Bendy.

BONK!! “ Arise! Prince-of-Stooges!” BONK!! “Sir bull of sh!t!” BONK!! “Master of none!"

“O.K! That's enough entitlements for now!" I held him back before he's gonna put him in a coma and I had to inform my relatives in Australia of this 'accident.' “Aw! I was about to entitle him as Sir Nincom of Poop."

"I'll tell him that later. Please put that away before you'll sentence him to death by the judge's own mallet." He shrugged it off as if he's like 'whatever' and I looked down at my cousin passed out with so many bumps on his head. I didn't see any blood... which is a good sign... to keep my tall friend from going in jail and had to move coffee time to jail talk time.

I'm not gonna lie, my cousin's 'job' is something to frown upon yet some people have a hard time seeing that. Because nobody knew the real tea with him and they'd fall for his looks...

I then heard a familiar voice coming from the house that I haven't heard from a long time in a loud tone. “Good afternoon, everyone! How's summer vacation is going with you two?” That's right! Woody McPecker! He's a reporter and is a vital member for our team.

But then... Just then, I 'sensed' someone else with a powerful aura that I never felt before yet... so similar?

I saw Kitty, Inky, Winky, Woody and then the last person I saw was a stranger.

This guy had black, medium, wavy/curly hair with a pony tail, pale skin, have an unusual mask that looks like it's a ribbon with eyes, but it does make him look mysterious. He wore some blue royal themed summer clothing like he's from a wealthy family. He smiled at our eye contact and waved.

“Ah, Félix. I forgot to mentioned this, but I thought that we might meet our newest member. This is Matteo DeLuca. He's gonna be the newest coroner for your department.” Sam introduced him.

“Huh? But I thought that he was gonna be our new school nurse!” Winky said with confusion.

“I am that too. Little gattino.” He patted Winky's head gently with his black gloves... Those look really cool, I admit...

“I will be working with your uncle and I will be helping the school on days that your regular nurse would be absent. I do hope that we would be close friends after this, Mr. Lockheart.” He extended his arm for a handshake.

He seems like a friendly person. “Um... Yeah. You can just call me Felix. No need to be formal with me.” Just when we made a pact, I then 'saw' from my vision an intimidating silhouette of an deity I would probably recognize better until we let go of our pact.

He then asked. “Are you alright?” I realized that I was a bit of a daze for a second there. “Yes! Yes I am! I'm probably still a bit drowsy from a quick cat nap a moment ago.”

“Bro, you DEFINATELY need an overdue relaxation from those detective work cases. Otherwise, we'll be having it in the asylum one of these days.” Sheba joked.

“Scusami, but may I asked if that gentlemen with many bumps on his head is still alive?” He pointed out Alex's unconscious state with his face down position. We've completely forgot he was still there.

“Unfortunately, he is.” Sam replied and I hushed him. Then Matteo went to Alex's position and bend his knees down when we heard his coming to his senses. He looks up to see Matteo smiling softly at him until he screamed in terror.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I haven't remembered the last time he jumped so high to one of the tallest branches up a tree.

“That's gotta be a new record! The title is yours, doctor!” Woody complimented.

“I doubt that I could never pull off  something like that. Nice work, Matteo.” Sam smug a smile.

Me and the others were still confused in our own ways. Why did Alex freaked out when he saw this Matteo guy?

“W-w-w-w-w-w-what the heck is this guy doing here?! How?why?where?what?!” He was furious and panicked while he waved his pointing arm to him.

“Oh... It's no secret, Alexandre... Or is it 'Alex' this time? You really did think we would never meet again?” Matteo responded.

“Huh? Have you and Alex met before?” Kitty questioned curiously.

He turned and gave another soft smile. But I felt like he's putting a mask on what he really felt. “Actually, yes we did almost a year ago in Egypt. It was on my first trip after that awful war ended and we well... let's just say we get to know each other well enough.”

I 'sensed' some intimidation from him and fear from my cousin. Normally, my cousin would be far too confident to feel any fear, but this time it was different. Matteo was definitely was not lying... but somewhat concealed the truth.

Just who is this guy behind that smile?

Alex then got down and then said. “Welp! It was nice and all! But unfortunately, I have other 'business' to attend to. So!-” He turns to me, face to face. “I 'wished' you a 'pleasant' party with your 'wonderful' friends and I really 'loved' to know them more, but can't. I 'LOVE' to! But CAN'T!” He faked his smile and I detected more lies than his stash of stolen jewelries in one heist.

“Are you sure you don't wished to discuss our time in Egypt? I'm sure every-” Alex then cuts him off with a nervous but a calm demeanor. “It was just a boring exhibition and a stupid puzzle that only Felix would like to talk for hours and hours. Now we know the story. I'll be taking my leave now if you all excuse me.” He then took a hasty leave and we were all... awkward.

“Why did uncle Alex leave so early?” Inky asked. “Because he knew that later we would be all playing 'swat the thief!' and he's gonna be the thief.” Sam had showed a tennis racket with a smirk and half-joked about it.

“Sam! I do not promote unnecessary violence, especially in front of the kids.” I scolded him.

“You're right.” Sam agreed and then turned to the twins. “Like your uncle said: We do not use violence unless it's an emergency. That's why your uncle Sam was locking uncle Alex outside of the house whenever I look after you two.”

I should have known from my smart@$$ friend. He's just as cunning as Bendy and I can hardly handle him.

“At least the table is all set! Why don't we all eat before the burgers are gettin' cold?” Woody said and then the others all agreed on.

Before I joined in, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Matteo. “You are very fortunate to have such good friends. I do wished to be one too. I hope for us to be on good terms.” He said and left me in a bit of a confusion.

This guy seems friendly enough... I didn't sense any malicious motives from him nor he's the type to steal my girl like my cousin...

But I decided to let it go for now. I'm sure that my sister and my father would want me to take it easy for today. I did wanted to make new fond memories after all.

----Author’s note-----

It’s been a while since I’ve typed a fic.

So just to start, I’ve been inspired by that Beauty and the Beast scene with Gaston and the book thing. I also took the Bugs Bunny gag with “I shall knight the!”

I made a return on an OC that I didn’t use much since the Golden Eyes fanfic series. I was thinking that maybe I should remake this one and I also made a brand new OC which is Matteo DeLuca.

I will be making a whole new fanfic series with him as a co-star, but it’s gonna take some time so please don’t mark any thing on calendars or I will promise anything, but I will do my best.

Humanized Felix and the gang belongs to Marini4. OCs Sam Toucan, Woody Mcpecker and Matteo DeLuca belongs to me.

#Felix The Cat #felix #humanized #alex #sam toucan #fanfiction #OC #bendy before the ink machine #fanfic #fan fiction #Marini4.