#i kinda wish i pushed her anatomy a bit more though

[piknim]

A little wip of a ref for my sona

#i changed some stuff on her design and i really like it! #i kinda wish i pushed her anatomy a bit more though #shes meant to be more loose if thst makes sense?? #also im really happy with how my style is going atm <333 #i never do more intensive refs i kinda like it #also bc im dumb as fuck im trying to rebrand again bc using my normal name on everything was not working out. gonna keep that name for #more personal stuff

[waitimcomingtoo]

Player

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter comforts you after Brad plays with your heart

Dedicated to all my baddies who got their hearts broken by someone who couldn’t realize what they were missing out on. No one determines your worth. NO ONE!

Masterlist

“U up?”

The routine late night text from Brad lit up your screen, causing your heart to race. You closed your laptop and picked up your phone, waiting a few seconds before responding to him.

“Heyy 🥰”

You quickly clicked out of the conversation after sending the text and went to your last conversation with MJ. You rolled over on your back and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you texted her.

“Girl brad just texted me” You sent with a giddy smile. It wasn’t long before you saw the three dots come up.

“At this hour? Thirsty” She sent back, making you roll your eyes. You could hear the message in her voice as you read it in your head.

“Stop. He probably can’t sleep”

“Cause he’s thinking about you 😉” She texted, followed by “🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗”

“Stop with the twerking bugs. I wish Ned never taught you that” You laughed slightly as you texted her back.

“Text your man and leave me and the bugs alone” She wrote back and you suddenly remembered Brad. You went back to your conversation with him and saw his newest text.

“watcha doing?”

Butterflies fluttered into your tummy as you typed out a response. It had become a part of your nightly routine to stay up and wait for Brad to text you. You never spoke in school, but you had been engaging in late night conversations for a little over a month now. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fallen for him in that time. It had been a while since you had a harmless crush on a boy and it was nice. You were so over consuming crushes that left you with nothing but confusion and heartbreak.

“Just laying in bed” You texted him, wishing you had something more exciting to tell him. The text bubble came on your screen and you held your breath.

“without me aha?”

The simple text made your breath hitch in your throat. You broke into a smile and held your phone against your heart before replying.

“Trust me lol you wouldn’t want to be in this bed. I’m drowning in pillows right now” You texted back, hoping to make him laugh. The read receipt appeared under your text and his bubble came up.

“haha. I’m hella bored”

“same lol”

“you looked mad hot in that shirt today. I like that color on you” He sent. You read the text over a few times before screenshotting it and sending it to MJ. You sent a simple “Aw thanks” and analyzed what he meant with MJ as you waited for his response. It was hu a dumb high school fling, but you really liked him. After dropping every hint imaginable that you liked Peter and him not reciprocating, you had decided to move on. Brad wasn’t exactly what you wanted but he still made your heart race. He was just what you needed to get over Peter. At least, that’s what you told yourself every night when you texted him.

~

The next day at lunch, you sat in a tired daze and picked at your food before letting out a yawn. A smile tugged at Peters lips as he watched you sleepily rub your eyes, wondering how you managed to look so pretty doing everyday things.

“Someone’s sleepy.” MJ nudged you as she stole one of your baby carrots. You snapped out of your daze and shot her a look.

“Quiet Michelle.” You used her full name to let her know you meant business.

“Up late?” She smirked as she jerked her body to imitate the twerking bugs. Ned’s face lit up and he did the same motion with his body. You and Peter shared a look and he let out a laugh.

“What were you doing last night?” He wondered, despite you looking like you didn’t want to talk about it.

“You should’ve just sat there and ate your food.” You shook your head at MJ, slightly annoyed she had brought up Brad. You didn’t want to talk about it just yet, especially not in front of the boy you were trying to get over. You not wanting to talk about it made Peter overtly curious. A plethora of scenarios as to why you were up late filled his head, none of them good, and he began to worry.

“What happened? I don’t really care but I would like to know. Just for context purposes.” Peter said quickly, lying through his teeth. In that moment, he cared about nothing more. Ned shot him a knowing look and took a sip from his milk carton.

“Sounds like you care.” Ned mumbled between sips.

“Just eat your hamburger and milk in silence.” Peter snapped, on edge now with the lack of information he was getting. He turned his attention back to you in desperate hope for an answer.

“Y/n was texting her man last night. Late last night.” MJ added as she wiggled her eyebrows. You playfully slapped her arm for spilling your private information and she gave you an apologetic shrug. Peter felt white hot jealously shot through his veins and he tried to keep his composure.

“Her man?” He forced a laugh. “Who?”

“Doesn’t matter. It was just a regular conversation.” You said to Peter but directed your words at MJ, with emphasis on “regular.” She made a face like she didn’t believe you and stole another carrot.

“A regular conversation with who though? Because I tried having a regular conversation with Becky from anatomy and she barked at me.” Ned spoke up. Peter let out a relived sigh that Ned was on his side. Ned knew all about Peters crush on you and panicked just as much as Peter did when he learned you had your head turned by somebody else.

“Maybe Becky from anatomy can teach MJ a little about keeping her mouth shut.” You grumbled and glared at MJ.

“Hey, my bad.” She shrugged. “I thought you’d be dying to talk about your little boyfriend.”

Her words hit Peter like a dagger as his face fell in defeat. Ned looked at his best friend with pity, wishing he could do more to help him through this difficult conversation.

“Y/n has a boyfriend? Haha.” He faked another laugh as his eyes darted between you and MJ. “And who might that be?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said pointedly. “We’re just talking.”

“At 3 am nearly every night for the past month.” MJ added, holding up her hands in defense when you shot her a stern look. Peter choked on his milk at the mention of the word “month” and was handed a napkin by Ned. He was growing frustrated as he felt his anger building towards a guy who hadn’t even been named yet.

“Notice how no one has responded to the “who” question.” He quipped, hoping to get a real response this time.

“It’s not big deal. I was just talking to Brad.” You shrugged and took a long sip from your water bottle. The words hung in the air as everyone reacted differently. MJ was proud, Ned was confused, and Peter was, well,

Peter was shook.

“Brad Davis? The yummy basketball player in our English class?” Ned asked as he looked over his shoulder at Brad’s table. Brad sat with his arms leaning on a basketball as he laughed loudly at something Gwen Stacy had said.

“That’s him.” MJ nodded.

“Ned! We talked about calling boys “yummy”.” Peter said through gritted teeth. He was also staring at Brad, feeling his heart break at the thought of another boy claiming your heart without him even knowing.

“Fine. Scrumptious.” Ned rolled his eyes. Peter turned back to you with a heavy heart. You had a dreamy smile on your face as you stared at Brad, the same look on your face as Peter had when he looked at you. He never would’ve guessed you had a thing going with Brad Davis. He had never once seen you speaking in school, or ever heard you mention him before now. He had no idea how he had let you slip away so easily, and he was silently berating himself for it.

“You talk to Brad Davis every night at 3 am?” Peter asked quietly, clearing his throat when his voice came out shaky.

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal.” You insisted, wanting to move on from the subject. “He just texts me when he’s bored.”

“What about when he’s not bored? Does he text you then too?” Peter tilted his head to the side. You opened your mouth to answer but closed it when you thought about Peters question. Brad did only text you when he was bored. You were sure it meant nothing, but it bothered you more than you thought it would.

“Not really. Most of our conversations happen pretty late at night.” You answered.

“Interesting.” Peter nodded, swallowing thickly. He wouldn’t say it, but he was definitely thinking it.

You deserved better.

“And that’s when he’s at his flirtiest.” MJ leaned forward on her elbows and bit her lip.

“What’s that?” Peter piped up. Even if it hurt him, he needed to know everything about you and Brad. How serious it was, how it started, and most importantly, where you hoped it would go.

“Stop it, Michelle.” You whispered harshly.

“What was he saying last night? That you’re the hottest girl in our solar system?” She teased you as she pretended to forget.

“Hottest girl in the galaxy.” You mumbled.

“Oh!” She said dramatically. “And what did he say about your eyes?”

“The way they light up reminds him of an XBOX controller.” You sighed as you repeated his message. You made a mental note not to send MJ any more screenshots of your conversations with Brad.

“Isn’t that romantic? They’re so in love.” MJ wrapped her arms around your shoulders and made kissy sounds in your ear. You laughed at her and pushed her off.

“That doesn’t sound like love.” Peter laughed shortly. “That sounds like a rejected ICarly joke.”

“He told Y/n any guy would be lucky to have her.” MJ spoke up. “He obviously wants to be that guy.”

“What did you say that he responded with that platonic, not romantic statement?” Peter wondered as he tried to down play what Brad had said.

“I said not having a boyfriend was kinda bumming me out.” You replied and bit into a baby carrot.

“You know what doesn’t bum you out? Brad Davis.” MJ insisted.

“Do me bum you out? I mean, do we? Do- do I bum you out?” Peter stumbled over her words.

“Are you kidding me Peter?” You laughed. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

He sighed a little in relief knowing that he hadn’t totally lost you to Brad. After all, you’d been talking to Brad for a month and to Peter for years.

“How come I never see you guys talking in school?” He asked, hoping that meant it wasn’t that serious.

“Yeah, why hasn’t he invited you to sit at the jock table yet?” Ned wondered.

“It’s not like that, guys. I’m not his girlfriend or anything. We just text.” You shrugged like it didn’t matter to you, but it did. You didn’t understand why you were the person he went to every night when he was bored, but he didn’t give you the time of day in school. After all, it’d been a month. You’d has some pretty deep conversations at that point and considered him a friend. You talked every day over text, but he acted like he didn’t know you in school. It bothered you, but you didn’t say anything.

“But you wanna be his girlfriend, don’t you?” MJ teased as she messed up your hair.

“Ew, get off of me.” You laughed and messed her hair right back.

“Let her speak.” Peter faked a smile, desperate to hear your answer.

“I don’t know. I just like talking to him.“ You smiled sheepishly. ”I wish I knew how he felt about me.”

“It’s been a month and you don’t know how he feels? That’s kinda weird.” Peter grimaced in hopes that you’d agreed.

“I figured that’s just how guys like him are. They keep you guessing.”

“Then you should ask him out.” MJ suggested and Peters eyes widened. “Then you won’t be guessing.”

“I don’t know about that. That seems like a garbage idea. We don’t even know if he likes her. Or, maybe somebody else maybe possibly likes her. Who knows what the future holds?” Peter stammered.

“Peters right.” You agreed, making him sigh in relief. “I cant ask him out until I know how he feels. Besides, he just broke up with Gwen and they’re still close. I have to be respectful and wait.”

“Gwen and Brad broke up forever ago. Go for it already.” MJ urged you.

“Or, hear me out, do not go for it. Just an idea.” Peter offered his own suggestion.

“Don’t listen to Peter.” MJ shook her head. “The last girl he touched was the nurse when he passed out during the tampon discussion in health.”

“I didn’t know they went up there.” Peter said in defense.

“Leave Peter alone.” You scolded her and reached out to take Peters hand. “Look, he’s touching a girl right now.”

“Aw, how sweet. Baby’s first boner.” MJ cooed.

“You’re disgusting.” You scoffed as MJ and Ned laughed. “Don’t you have people in peril you should be drawing?”

“Yes I do. I will see you later.” MJ got out of her seat and kissed your forehead. “Ask out Brad.”

“I’m gonna head out too. My lab partner just texted me “BURNING” in all caps and I have to make sure he’s alive.” Ned read off his phone. as he got up. “Let me know how it goes with Brad though.”

You watched Ned and MJ walk away and let out a sigh.

“How are we friends with these people?” You asked Peter with a gentle laugh.

“I have no idea.” He shook his head. You sat in silence for a moment, both deep in thought about your Brad situation.

“Hey, Y/n?” Peter said after a minute.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“You deserve a boy who gives you all his hours. Not just 3 am.” Peter said sincerely. You cracked a smile and took Peters hand again.

“Thanks, Peter.” You squeezed his hand. “And you’re right. It’s weird that I don’t know how he feels.”

“Exactly.” Peter nodded.

“So I’m gonna find out.” You said confidently and Peters face fell.

“You’re gonna what?” Peter asked in a panic.

“I’m just gonna do it. I’m gonna ask him out.” You nodded as you psyched yourself up. “I mean, we talk everyday, he flirts with me all the time, and he’s single. That has to mean something, right?”

“Maybe.” Peter nodded stiffly. “Or it could potentially mean nothing because life is meaningless and time doesn’t exist and gender is a social construct and everything is relative. Time is relative. Beauty is relative. Family are relatives.” Peter shrugged as he tried to talk you out of asking Brad out.

“You’re funny.” You chuckled and got out of your seat. “I’m gonna go find Brad. And stop reading slam poetry.” You pointed at him before running out of the cafeteria. Peter gave you a fake smile, watching you leave with a heavy heart.

~

You caught up to Brad outside of the cafeteria and quickened your pace to get in front of him.

“Hey, Brad. Can we talk?” You smiled brightly at him, feeling nervous butterflies fill your tummy, the ones he always gave you. It was probably the first time you had ever spoken in person and it felt different, but a good different.

“Woah, whatcha doing?” He laughed awkwardly and nodded at his friends to let them know he was gonna stay back.

“Is something wrong?” You wondered as he sent his friends away. You got the feeling he wasn’t as excited to talk to you as you were to talk to him.

“I’m with my friends right now, Y/n. Can we talk later?” He asked, looking around for who else was looking. You looked over his shoulder and saw Gwen Stacy waiting for him by the lockers.

“Oh, sure.” You faked a smile. He smiled back tightly and walked away, catching up with his friends and Gwen down the hall. You stood there for a moment as the disappointment settled in. That hadn’t gone as planned, but you were not yet defeated. He was busy and you had just caught him at a and time. You kept your nerve up the rest of the day until it was time to go home. You barely paid attention to your homework, checking your phone every few minutes to see if Brad had texted you. Finally, at around 7, he did.

“what did you need before?”

You grabbed your phone and read his text a dozen times, feeling the excitement fill you once again. Your thumbs danced over the screen as you thought of what to write.

“I wanted to talk to you about something” You sent, biting your lip to contain your excitement.

“shoot” He wrote back. You took a deep breath and copy and pasted the text you had typed out in your notes so many hours a before. It was already MJ approved so you didn’t hesitate to send it.

“I’ve really liked talking to you this past month. Sorry if this ruins our friendship but I really like you. I just wanted to tell you”

You read your own text over and over again before shutting your phone off and rolling onto your back and letting out a breath. You heard the ding from your phone after a few minutes and excitedly picked it up.

“woah”

That was the first text he sent.

Okay.

Woah was good. You could work with woah.

“I’m with Gwen haha I thought you knew that”

Op.

You could in fact not work with that.

Tears of embarrassment and disappointment came to your eyes as you typed a response.

“no I didn’t lol you never mentioned that?”

You threw the “lol” in there to make it sound like you weren’t dying inside. Despite the fact he had just turned your heart into hamburger meat, you didn’t want him to feel guilty.

“Oh oops” Brad wrote.

Oh oops. A month of your time and all you were given was rejection and “oh oops”. You blinked a few times as tears slipped out, quickly wiping them away on the back of your hand.

“When did you guys get back together?” You asked for your own peace of mind. Maybe they had just gotten back together a few hours ago.

“we were kinda just on a break. Prolly been back together a few weeks now” He sent and you felt like he had just punched you in the vagina.

“So what were you doing flirting with me lol?” You seriously wondered. You knew you hadn’t imagined it. He was flirting with you, despite having a girlfriend for the past few weeks. You sat up in bed to give the conversation your full attention.

“Well you’re still hot haha and she goes to bed early so” Brad wrote. You let out a sad laugh in disbelief and put a hand over your mouth as the sad reality settled in.

You’d been played.

Like Beyonce at a bachelorette party, you’d been played.

“can you do me a favor and not tell her about this? or anyone else lol. I just don’t want her feelings to get hurt” Brads next text lit up your screen and you sucked in a sharp breath.

“What a gentleman” You sent back and wiped your face with your sleeve.

“Lmao yea I try”

He didn’t pick up your sarcasm, somehow making the situation worse.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later” You sent and shut off you phone, not waiting for a response. You climbed off your bed and ran out of your apartment, climbing the four flights to get to Peters apartment.

Peter opened his door to find you with tears running down your face, a fresh stream of black mascara smeared under your eyes.

“Y/n, what-“

“He played me.” You croaked, feeling your eyes well up again.

“What?” Peter asked in shock and opened his arms. You immediately ran into them and buried your face in his chest. Peter wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Brad. He played me.” You sniffled. “He’s still with Gwen.”

“But I thought you guys were talking?” Peter wondered. “MJ said he was flirting.”

“He was. God, I’m so stupid.” You cried and pulled away. Peter lead you into his apartment and set you down on his couch. He ran to get you a box of tissues and began to dab your face. “He’s texting me every night about how hot I am and how much he likes talking to me, meanwhile he has a whole girlfriend that he doesn’t tell me about. How could he not tell me he had a girlfriend?”

“Because he’s a jerk.” Peter insisted as he wiped your eyes with his thumb. “He probably didn’t know if he was gonna get back with her so he kept you on the line in case she decided to move on.”

“Oh my God.” You sat up straight upon hearing Peters words.

“I’m sorry. That was harsh.” He apologized and tucked your hair behind your ear. He was furious with Brad for hurting you, but you needed him to be there for you right now. His feelings for Brad could wait.

“No. That’s probably true.” You hung your head in defeat. “I was just his backup plan. He played me.”

“He played you.” Peter nodded as he rubbed your back. You blew your nose and took deep breath before looking up at Peter.

“I’m sorry I came here.” You told him. “I didn’t know how to tell MJ about this. She was so excited for me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m always here for you.” Peter insisted and pulled you into another hug. You rested your head against his heartbeat and nuzzled into his hoodie.

“I wanted this to work. I knew deep down that he wasn’t right for me, but I still wanted him. Why did I still want him?” You wondered out loud.

“I have been asking myself the same question.” Peter chuckled.

“You…wanted Brad?” You asked as you pulled away a little.

“No. That’s not what I meant.” Peter shook his head. “Forget what I said. Here.” He handed you a pillow and you held it against your chest.

“How could I have been so blind? Of course he’s with Gwen. Of course he is! She’s pretty and skinny and blonde and a cheerleader and I’m-“

“-absolutely beautiful.” Peter cut you off. You stared at him for a moment as he looked at you, deadly serious. Peter reached forward and wiped a stray tear with his rough thumb, never breaking eye contact.

“Then why doesn’t he want me?” You whispered.

“Because he’s an idiot.” Peter said definitively. “The universe handed him something amazing and he threw it away.”

“I hear that all the time. But if I keep getting played, maybe it’s not the boys fault. Maybe I’m the idiot.”

“Y/n, you are the smartest girl I know. And on top of that, you’re funny and you’re creative and so damn beautiful. It’s actually annoying how beautiful you are.” Peter smiled and you chuckled. “I can’t listen to you talk bad about yourself because Brad freaking Davis doesn’t know basic communication skills. Y/n, you’re incredible. You were incredible before this boy played with your heart and you’re incredible after. No boy determines your self worth. And also, I saw Gwen Stacy peeling a banana from the bottom and I don’t think shes someone you should aspire to be like.”

You laughed heartily and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head, settling comfortably into a silence.

“Thank you, Peter. I really didn’t think I was gonna laugh tonight.” You looked at him through your teary lashes.

“I got you.” Peter assured you.

“I know it’s stupid, but I take it personally when someone doesn’t like me back.” You shrugged. “I know I shouldn’t but I just do. It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

“A lot of people feel that way. Rejection can really hurt. Trust me, I know first hand how much it stings when the person you like doesn’t like you back.” Peter laughed sadly, thinking of you as he spoke.

“I know.” You sighed. “Usually I get over it pretty quick but it was different with Brad. He was the first guy I actually liked since…” You trailed off.

“Since what?” Peter pulled away so he could look at you. You chewed your bottom lip and stared at him, letting your eyes slowly trail down his face. You had already lost one friend today, you didn’t have much else to lose.

“Since I fell in love with my best friend.”

You could see Peter processing what you had said in real time. He went from surprised to confused to upset.

“You’re in love with MJ?” He asked, not knowing how he could possibly lose you to two people in one day. You squinted your eyes at him and looked to the side.

“You’re so close.” You told him.

“Ned?” He gasped and touched a hand to his chest.

“Getting colder.”

“I’m entirely out of options.” Peter nodded and you laughed. “You’d think me of all people would be better at this.”

“Why?” You cocked your head.

“Because, coincidently, I am also in love with my best friend.” Peter smiled shyly.

“I can’t believe we have to fight over Ned.” You leaned in and brushed your nose against his.

“I can’t believe we just admitted we liked each other without actually admitting we liked each other.” Peter’s laughter at his own joke was cut short by you kissing him, resting your hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. He held your face between his hands, kissing away any heartbreak Brad had caused. When you pulled away, a gentle smile rested on his lips.

“I’m never gonna play you, Y/n. Know why?” He asked.

“Why?” You smiled warmly at him.

“Because I’m in this for the long game.”

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Sunday Candy

[Diakko, Fluff, Easy going Fic, Grumpy Diana, Established Relationship, Diana POV - Thinking] AO3

Summary: Diana's having a bad day. But Akko lets her know that "I'll be there in twenty!" Everything gets better as she's counting down the minutes.

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Today was not a good day.

Diana walked briskly through campus, expression perfectly neutral save for the grip she had along the strap of her shoulder bag. It was the only outward manifestation of her temperament that she would allow, and so she poured out all her frustration into the action—so much so that her knuckles were nearly going white.

A frustrating Anatomy class followed by an equally disastrous practical test in Pharmacology. Splendid combination, if one were on a quest to discover the recipe for a medical student’s bad day.

It felt like there were thorns to her chest.

She glowered at the shrubbery of the open spaces between the buildings, finding them dull under the dreary London weather. She set her jaw while staring right into the backs of freshmen who traveled in packs of five and above, walking at the pace of snails. If only her eyes could shoot lasers beams—oh if only. Was it even legal to talk as loudly as their walking was slow? She didn’t need to hear about whatever film it was their social sciences professor imposed on them to watch. 

But she wasn’t as petty as to engage them in conversation (even if it was a reminder to uphold proper student decorum), so instead she had side-stepped along the walkway and walked faster so as to out-pace them. She scanned her eyes along campus, observing students huddled together and playing music along the benches. A dance group went over their routine at the opposite end by the grass. Funnily enough, there was a group of younger students sitting in a circle studying, comically mimicking snapshots from college websites and brochures.

It was kind of annoying. If only because her dour mood was enough to paint any sort of stimulus as unpleasant to absorb. She continued her pace towards the western end of the campus, where she was due to meet Akko for coffee at the library café. It was a passable café at best, she supposed.

Just as she was about to go on mental tirade on how distracting and unnecessary all the campus activities were, her phone vibrated along with a ‘beep.’

16:47 Akko Kagari: ‘I’ll be there in twenty! 😊’

Five words and a smiley.

Five words—looking up at her through the glass screen of her cellular phone—were enough to wash away the weariness that had settled on her shoulders. Her hand relaxed, releasing the leather strap of her bag from her death grip and she only realized after the fact that it was beginning to grow sore.

She took a deep breath, slipping her phone back into her pocket, and continued to walk.

Perhaps she was being a bit mean? She looked over her shoulder, seeing that the group of students who were walking looked lost and weren’t sure where to go. They seemed to find security in their number, excited to deepen what looked like a freshly-blossoming friendship. Perhaps wishing ocular lasers upon them was a bit too much.

Ah but they were so loud!

Diana huffed through her nose, turning back towards the direction of the library. A cup of coffee, a slice of cake, and the presence of her girlfriend were sorely needed if her temper was anything to go by.

Ah. Her girlfriend.

By the time she had crossed through the open spaces along the center of campus it was only fifteen-minutes-to-Akko.

And, okay—maybe she was being overly dramatic about the plants and the weather. While she walked, she put effort into watching the gardens and shrubbery—she noticed they were about to bloom. The milder weather meant their flowers didn’t wilt away, and she fondly recalled many afternoons spent hand-in-hand with the brunette through this very walkway, taking their time to notice how deeply red the petals were.

Like her eyes.

Diana smiled at herself without realizing it. Now that was cheesy.

It was the first smile she had pulled for that entire afternoon and she almost shook her head. “Right.” She mumbled, mostly to herself. “I was in the middle of being grumpy, I believe.”

It would take several minutes to walk from the medical wing to the library. In the journey in-between she had encountered more groups of students practicing in the open spaces. Some danced, like the earlier group, while others had huddled together with their instruments to practice for some sort of performance.

“You gotta slow down to listen to the music!”

Her girlfriend had told her this once. Diana let urgent pace of her footfalls slow into an easier pace. They were singing a song she’d heard Akko sing before—something uplifting that sounded like it had a lot of love to give.

Like Akko.

‘You gotta move slolwy’—they sang.

And then her easy walking fell to a full stop, even for just a minute, and then she smiled. It was from a mixture of the anticipation of seeing Akko, and remembering the sound of her voice.

‘Take in my body like it’s holy’

Perhaps she’d take back what she said about the how unnecessary campus activities were. Especially when they could be as pleasant as this—so effective at pacifying the embers of her temper that were threatening to smother her only minutes before.

Which reminded her—as pleasant as the song was, she had a café library go to.

At ten-minutes-to-Akko, she had forgotten all about the woes of her earlier Anatomy class.

The weather felt much more agreeable now, a pleasant chill against her skin that encouraged the need to hold or be held. It was overcast. How could she have missed this as she walked out of the medical building earlier? Perhaps, after coffee, she’d invite Akko for a walk. The notion of it excited her, and she was surprised to find a spring in her step that would have felt foreign to Diana of a little less than fifteen minutes ago.

She finally walked up the steps to the library entrance, pushing through the double-doors to find a picturesque scene of students milling about the grand central common area, speaking in hushed tones while they buried their noses in either books or computers. Once again, it looked right out of a brochure—but instead of irritation she found it was… wonderous.

It’s as though she could watch and see the essence of ‘learning’ come to life right in front of her; that mood websites and photobooks tried so hard to convey except… alive.

She checked her watch and saw that Akko should be arriving in about five minutes tops.

And that made her feel alive.

The café was at the back of the library, a relaxed environment that was much quieter than the cafes around and within campus—but it smelled just as lovely. It was tastefully furnished and never crowded, and their coffee and pastries were actually better than most. ‘Passable at best’ suddenly felt like a lapse of judgement, and she bemoaned her past self for ever having thought of this place as such.

There were butterflies her stomach, and they chased away the remnants of frustration Pharmacology had left her.

Three minutes before Akko’s arrival, she was reminded of how pleasant the ambience was—with colors that were vibrant but easy on the eyes. There was a little bit of white noise, a clink of the glass here and there, along with the steady, low rumble of chatter. But somehow it added character.

For all her overthinking, she supposed she was a simple woman. She tried to hold in a smile, sitting in her favorite café, wondering what could have upset her so much earlier?

Diana couldn’t remember anymore, nor could she care.

Five words, a smiley—and the reminder that she was going to be here soon had helped her forget.

The first thing she felt were a pair of hands settling on her shoulders along with the weight of a chin setting on top of her head. It was followed by a voice so familiar that her tense shoulders relaxed the moment she could hear it.

“Hey.”

There was soft kiss to her temple. A hand that reached for hers. The moment they had threaded their fingers together, she realized there were no thorns left to pluck out of her chest.

She saw a smile and flash of dazzling red eyes. Diana smiled back, feeling easy.

“’Hey’ to you, too”

At zero minutes to Akko’s arrival, she realized that everything would be okay.

And that today was a good day.

--

You gotta move it slowly

Take it in my body like it's holy

I've been waiting for you for the whole week

I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy

--

fin

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A/N: I was (and am) in such a good mood because of this song. You guys have no idea - dancing in my room and just vibing kind of good mood. I felt like, for Diana, Akko would be someone who'd have that kind of effect on her. All the bad just kinda... goes away! Anyway this was a silly little idea and I hope it works out.

Gifting it to @shmehua1 who I remember through this song because we both like it, she is awesome, and well, she's one of my best buddies out here in the LWA fandom! Love you bro - you know this to be true!

#Diakko #Diana Cavendish #Akko Kagari #Atsuko Kagari #LWA Diana #lwa au #fanfic #dianakko #LWA #Little Witch Academia

[btsfaris]

bugboy (m)

pairing: mark lee!spiderman x reader.

words: 7.4k

genre: smut, humor, fluff, action. hella angst.

a/n: thank u to the reader who recommended me to join both of my favorite worlds together and create this masterpiece :’) <3

-

You always wondered why life teased you this way? Why God made Mark Lee, the cutest and smartest boy in Queens exist in your lifetime, yet make him so unavailable to you. It was simply just plain, unfair torture to you.

You’ve known about Mark since high school, others might think of him as nerdy and even a bit weird whenever he runs out of a room abruptly — but you always excused it as a need to go to the bathroom or a family emergency, just like he always said. Despite that fact, he was practically flawless. Always top of his class and sweet to everyone, even to Flash, who never returned the kind gestures. 

Truthfully, you have never spoken to your high school crush because that’s exactly what he is, a crush and nothing more. Of course, there have been times where you’ve bumped into each other at social events or in the hallways, but your anxiety always got to you and you’d practically run away whenever he said a simple hello or smiled at you.

It didn’t help he was extremely gorgeous either, soft wavy brown hair and big doe eyes that could make any girl drop to their knees — literally. He was taller than most guys and his style wasn’t as basic, just casually trendy. Mark wasn’t exactly popular but he was well-known for his internship at Stark industries that he got freshman year.

Basically you never had a chance with him in high school even if you dreamed about it, because Mark was the school’s it-guy and you were just, nobody. Just a random classmate he had and that was all. Not to mention he was always pining after Liz Allan, then once she moved, it was MJ. So no chance there.

Now that you’re in college, you had hoped that your stupid crush would go away and you’d meet a nice guy who would sweep you off your feet. But as luck will have it, when you’re moving into your dorm you see Mark on campus with a couple of his close friends, all helping him move stuff into a dorm as well. Great.

So that’s where you are now, into your second year of college with your high school crush; who has now become your college crush and will quite possibly be the death of you. You can only hope that he doesn’t go to the same graduate school as you. You’ve managed to go this far without him noticing you though, because it would probably be too embarrassing for you if he remembered you as the weird girl who would run out on him. You’ve gone this far.

Until tonight of course.

You’re at a party, not one you wanted to go willingly but your roommate forced you from your warm cocoon of a bed and season 6 grey’s anatomy on netflix, with the words “you never leave the room and I need a sober friend to make sure I don’t have my nudes leaked,” so here you are.

Leaning against a wall in an empty corner, watching as your fellow students drink their kidneys to shit and dance practically in their underwear. Some are either in the bathroom getting coked up, or getting cocked down. The music is blasting loudly in your ears and you hum along to the beat of a whiny pop song that’s popular this week. Your roommate had ditched you a long time ago to go “dance with a guy” but you know that it’s code for ‘I’m getting dick tonight.’

You’re on your second cup of some mixed fruity punch that is spiked with 3 different hard liquors but you don’t really care since you didn’t pay for it. Serving yourself another cup, you turn around and scan the large room. Everyone in the dance floor is packed so closely together like a can of sardines. Your eyes land on a familiar adoring face that makes you smile, he’s wearing a red flannel and a random band tee with black ripped jeans.

He’s talking to some of his friends but a random girl is on his side, practically crawling for his attention. You laugh at the scene and it’s almost like he recognizes it, because when his eyes look around, they land on you. You don’t look away as usual, and he stares at you for a moment before he smiles. An actual, soft smile that makes you want to hug him and kiss his face.

Instead you turn around as fast you can, walking to the front door. You’re halfway down the driveway when you hear someone calling you.

“Hey!” You turn around and see Mark jogging softly to you, the same smile on his face, “you went to the same high school as me right?”

Oh my god, what the hell are you supposed to say.

“Y-Yeah,” you manage to blurt out and his smile actually widens. Holy shit.

“Cool, thought I recognized you,” he says, his brown eyes sparkling under the moonlight, “so you go to Empire State Uni too?”

You nod, trying to keep your composure.

“Funny, wonder why I haven’t run into you before..” you blink at him.

“Yeah.. um, I should, probably go get my friend–it’s getting late,” you stammer and avoid eye contact, trying to move around him.

“Hey wait,” he stops in front of you again, hands raised in defense, “did I do something to you in high school? I’m sorry if I did, I tried to be nice to everyone.”

You shake your head immediately, “no you didn’t, it’s just you’re Mark Lee–”

“And you’re y/n, the girl who always runs away from me,” He gives you a soft grin that makes you weak in the knees.

“You know my name?” you ask him, confused.

“Yes of course, everyone knew who you were,” he chuckles, “you tutored a lot of people, not to mention head of the homecoming committee.”

“Oh yeah that, haha,” you let out a weak giggle, completely embarrassed.

“I think it’s cool that you helped out so much, I wish I were that nice,” Mark compliments you.

“But you’re Mark Lee, you’re nice to everyone, even to that know-it-all Flash. If anyone is admirable, it’s you,” you say without a single thought.

His eyes widen slightly and you blush immediately in shame at your outburst.

“You think I’m admirable?–”

“I gotta go! My friend needs me!” you charge past him successfully this time and run into the house without another look, “bye Mark!”

-

“A little birdy told me you were talking to Mark Lee at the party, spill the tea!” Your roommate Jisoo squeals, jumping on your bed. You bounce lightly, taking out your headphones and scrunch your nose at her, “I’m working on my History essay right now.”

“Whatever- Tell me all about your sexversation with Mark!”

“What? How do you know I talked to-“

“Doesn’t matter! Spill!”

“Nothing happened, he remembered me from high school, that’s it. There was no sex involved.”

“So you didn’t run out on him like you always did before? You had an actual conversation with him like a normal human being right?”

“Yes, sort of, kinda?” You push your reading glasses up your nose bridge, “he knew my name.”

“Oh my god!” She squeals three pitches higher than usual, making you groan, “he’s in love with you, he remembered you from high school!”

“No he isn’t, he mentioned that I tutored before so I probably helped one of his old pals, not a big deal,” you mutter, eyes focusing back on the laptop.

“Y/n, honey, how mad would you be if I smacked the sense back into you?”

“Don’t you dare Jisoo, I will hide all of your nice panties when you have a dick appointment,” you warn, and she sighs in frustration.

“Fine! But when you guys fall in love, don’t say I didn’t tell you so!” She singsongs, moving back to her bed to finally leave you at peace.

She’s completely crazy.. right?

Midterms were getting closer and closer as the days went on. It has been a while since your little encounter with Mark at the party and your roommate had finally stopped bugging you about it. Your life was going back to normal, despite you constantly revisiting that moment in time where you actually held a conversation with the love of your life. Still, you had bigger things to focus on and a degree to get, not some fantasy-land boyfriend.

You’re at the library, having been studying your brains out for the past 3 hours and it’s honestly all turned to mush at this point. Too many things to stuff into your head all at once and you sigh, rubbing your eyes in frustration. All you need is a nice cup of coffee to regain your senses and energy back, but you also don’t want to lose your spot either. Resting your head in your arms, you close your eyes for a moment, composing yourself to go back to another 3 hours of cramming.

You feel a soft tap on your arm, and raise your head, looking at a smiling Mark once again. He’s sporting grey sweats and a Midtown High hoodie. “I brought you a cup,” he says shyly, placing a cup of coffee in front of you, “you looked like you needed it.” You look at the cup and back at him awkwardly.

“You probably don’t want to talk to me.. so I’ll go study somewhere else,” his smile slips away slightly, and he turns around to walk away.

“Mark, wait,” you call out, and he stops in his tracks.

“You can sit with me, I don’t mind,” you manage to say and he turns to you with raised brows.

“You sure? I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he lightly blushes and you almost visibly swoon at his cuteness.

“Please,” you smile softly, “I could use your company.”

Mark blinks at your words before his face breaks into the cute, goofy grin that you’ve only seen when he’s with his friends.

After that day, Mark has become your friend, though could you even call him that? I mean, he always hangs out around you now, brings you coffee when you need it and helps you study with that big brain of his. You admire him really, how he manages to get straight A’s, go to classes everyday and work at his internship is beyond you. You can barely keep up with your 8am classes, let alone work and study full time. He’s as amazing as he was in high school and it does little to help your heart from yearning for him as something more.

Despite the big step of becoming close to Mark, you still don’t have a chance, especially now that you’re technically friend zoned right? Even then, Mark is still Mark, still handsome as ever and completely out of your league. If he wasn’t popular in high school, he certainly is now. All the girls in the university have their eye on him, including Gwen Stacy, quite possibly the most beautiful girl on campus. She is a chem major, just like Mark and as equally well known as him.

They were perfect for each other actually, even if you dread the thought of it. You know you should probably stop talking to Mark if you want to move on like you had planned, but he is such a sweet person that you couldn’t possibly just ignore him like that. With his big puppy eyes looking at you, soft lips that you could kiss for like, ever-

“Earth to y/n!” One of your group partners for your finance project taps your notebook with their pencil, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Huh? Sorry!” You cough, refocusing on the project. “Anyways like I was saying, we should set up a chart, for the company budget cuts-“

Before she can continue, the floor beneath you trembles and the walls shake in the library. Everyone looks around confused before another loud rumble is heard, following screams. Your eyes widen as everyone runs out to find out what all the commotion is. As you make it outside, you halt in your step when you look up. You’re not sure what it is at first, until mechanical tentacles start to swing around, gripping on to surfaces.

“Where is he?!” The man at the top of the machine yells, “I know spiderman is on this campus! Where are you?!”

Everyone begins to run away as he walks closer but you stay put in shock, “Fine! I’ll make one of you tell me where he is!” You look as he zones in across from you, right on Jisoo who is equally as scared and doesn’t move from where she is. He raises one of his arms to grab her but you push her out of the way, “Jisoo run!”

You feel something wrap around your waist, lifting you up roughly into the air. Letting out the loudest scream you’ve ever done, you try to get out of his grip as he lifts you in front of him.

“Saving your friend huh? God I hate heroes,” the man sneers, “now where’s spiderman?!”

“Put me down!” you scream, flailing aimlessly.

“Tell me or I’ll peel the flesh of your body,” he hisses, bringing two more tentacles closer to your face. You scream louder and squeeze your eyes shut at the sight of the knives.

“Your choice. Spiderman you better come out! Before your little classmate becomes fresh meat,” he grins maniacally.

“Hey loser! I’m over here!” Someone shouts from behind him, dressed in red and blue. Spiderman swings around him, wrapping the legs with webs and tightening it, causing Dr. Otto’s machine to lose balance. You both fall and you brace for impact, but it never comes and you’re caught by Spiderman as he swings you both to the other side of the campus.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, as he sets you down and you look at him in shock.

“You-You’re, s-spiderman-“

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’m just your friendly neighborhood spiderman,” he says, before looking behind him, “I gotta go, but please be safe! Don't want pretty girls like you in danger!”

Before you can say another word, he swings away to fight the villain.

-

You’re in love with him.

No not Mark, I mean, yes you love Mark, but now you’re in love with Spiderman too. Currently in your dorm watching the news and seeing your newfound crush beat that mechanical octopus’ ass. After he rescued you, he broke off most of his arms, before finally tying him up and sending him off to the police. Swooning as he is freeze framed on the tv, you grin like a little schoolgirl. You’ve never had a thing for superheroes, maybe Thor if any, but to have one actually save you? You could get married to him right then and there.

Loud knocking is heard at your door and you turn off the tv, walking towards it. You’re greeted with a sweaty looking Mark, staring at you in concern, “Are you okay? I heard that monster thing got you?!”

“I’m fine, I got saved,” you smile at the memory of your new found love.

“By who?” Mark raises his eyebrows slightly.

“Spiderman,” you giggle lightly, but it causes you to wince in pain.

“Are you okay?! Let’s sit down,” he helps you move to your bed, “What happened?”

“That stupid octopussy tried to hurt Jisoo so I pushed her away and he snatched me instead,” you hold your stomach, too busy swooning over Spiderman to realize you were in actual pain.

“You saved Jisoo..? Wow,” you look at him confused as he stares at you in awe before he stands up, grabbing an ice pack from the mini-fridge you have, “I mean, is she okay?”

“Yeah, went home today though, needed to be with her family.”

“Understandable,” he nods, giving you the ice pack along with some water, “so Spiderman huh?” he says coolly, drinking some water himself.

“Yeah.. he’s pretty cool,” you say dreamily, “I.. I think I’m in love with him.”

Mark chokes on his water and starts coughing uncontrollably. “Mark oh my god, breathe,” you pat his back and he shakes his head, trying gain his breath.

“I’m okay, I’m just-“ he says in a strained voice, before finally composing himself, “you love him?”

“Well he saved my life, there’s just something really, sexy about that,” you say, grinning.

Mark stares at you with wide eyes and mouth dropped which makes you laugh and you wince again. “Careful,” he warns, trying to keep composure, “y-you really love him?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m probably never going to see him ever again,” you sigh, swinging your feet on your bed, “but if he ever asked me to have one night, just one hot, sweaty, and wet night together.. I’d let him do me all night.”

Mark stands up abruptly, placing his cup on your nightstand before walking to the door, “Alright! Well I gotta go do, uh, homework, I’m glad you’re okay-“ he looks at the floor with a blush on his cheeks and opens the door—face smacking against the doorframe, before finally walking out, “sorry b-bye!”

-

The university shuts down classes for a month to give students time to alleviate any trauma, but mainly to fix the campus back up. And in the last two weeks, you’ve been thinking about your spider boo, as Jisoo calls him, who doesn’t knock on your window at night like you had hoped. Instead you spend your nights with Mark in your dorm, watching 80’s movies back to back on your laptop. Tonight is just the same as the rest.

“God I wish I went to high school in the 80s,” you sigh, munching on some popcorn.

“Why?” Mark laughs, “high school would’ve sucked.”

“Well it did suck for some of us, ‘Mr. Everyone likes me,’” you scrunch your nose at him, “it wasn’t that fun for me.”

“Not everyone liked me, you didn’t like me,” he chuckles, throwing a piece of popcorn at you.

“Of course I did, I had such a huge crush on you-“ the words fall out of your mouth before you can realize and once it’s out, Mark isn’t laughing anymore.

“What?” He whispers.

“N-Nothing,” you attempt to save your dignity and the friendship you’ve built with him.

“You liked me?” He sits up, staring directly at you now. Your eyes stay on the screen, wishing your bed could swallow you whole at that very moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mark asks, clearly frustrated.

“Because it didn’t matter,” you mutter and he scoffs, standing up at your words.

“Of course it matters! Y/n, why didn’t you tell me!” He says loudly, and you look at him in shock.

“No it didn’t, you’re Mark Lee, you were every girl’s teenage dream! Everyone liked you because you were so cool and smart! You didn’t even know I existed,” You finally let out, “besides you were always dating someone — how was I supposed to tell you?”

“By talking to me? God y/n, you act like I was going to be disgusted by you or something!” He says loudly, trying not to yell.

“Because I thought you were! Mark don’t you get it? You’re this great, handsome guy that is way out of my league, you’re too good for me, always have been, always will! I’m a nobody, okay? You’re supposed to be with someone like Gwen.. not me,” you yell, and surprisingly Mark’s eyes soften. You always expected him to yell and tell you to never talk to him ever, that he is actually disgusted by you and never wants to see you again.. but he doesn’t.

“Y/N,” he sighs before taking a deep breath, “I love you, okay?”

“Mark don’t lie-“

“I’m being serious! You think I never noticed you in high school? Y/n, you were all I could think about then, I wanted to talk to you so badly and ask you out but whenever I had the chance, you’d scatter like I was a disease! I figured you didn’t like me so I dated other people to get over you,” he confesses, pulling at his hair in frustration, “then I saw you here again and I realized that I can’t get over you, because I love you.”

“You’re lying.. you don’t mean it, you’re just being nice,” you stammer, shaking your head as tears flood your eyes, “how can you love me? you’re Mark Lee-“

“You keep saying that, but this Mark Lee loves you.. so just let me love you,” he says, grabbing your cheek to wipe away your flowing tears.

“Why? Why do you love me? I’m not like the girls you’ve dated,” you whisper, and he gives you a smile.

“I only dated them to get over you,” he pulls you to the edge of the bed to keep you close, “I dated them, but I only love you.”

“Mark?” “Yeah?”

“Please kiss me,” you finally say, staring at his bright eyes up close for the first time ever.

He smiles and leans down, capturing your lips in a longing kiss. The kiss is everything you hoped it would be and more. His lips are as soft as his hands that hold your hips perfectly, his mouth moves smoothly against your own and he’s just as amazing as you always knew he’d be.

You make the bold move of moving backwards on your bed so he can climb over you in the midst of the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lays snug on top of you.

His mouth moves skillfully on your own and you run your hands through his hair in delight. Unconsciously, you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing his groin close to your heat. The kiss turns needier and his hands run from your hip to your thigh, gripping it. Licking his bottom lip with your tongue, he opens his mouth and welcomes it with his. Your mouths move faster, as you both are clearly turned on and the atmosphere is getting hotter.

Lifting your hips up, you grind against his hard-on, eliciting a shocked moan from Mark. You repeat the motion before he catches on, moving his hips into yours as well. His hard-on flicking deliciously against your centre. Breaking away from his mouth, you moan softly when he hits your clit exactly. He keeps doing it, kissing down your neck.

You’re so close but you know it isn’t enough to get you there, so you push him off softly onto the bed. “I’m sorry, did I do something?-“

“Shh, Mark, I just wanna suck you off,” you whisper, unbuckling his belt. His eyes blink wide repeatedly, and he nods, helping you pull down his pants. His dick is straining painfully against his dark briefs and you palm him softly, before pulling them down his legs.

“And you have a pretty dick too? Mark Lee you’re not fair,” you hum, leaning down to lick his tip. He’s long, not necessarily thick but big enough to have your panties soak further at the sight. A nice red tip and shaved, not a single hair on his pelvis.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, you look up at his reaction as your mouth envelopes around his length. You move softly at first, enjoying every moan that comes from his lips. “F-Fuck, I can’t believe this is actually happening,” he stutters, throwing his head back.

You giggle and start to bob your head faster, gaining a rhythm that has him twitching underneath you. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking close already,” he groans, his hands gripping your hair in his fingers, “oh god, I’m gonna cum if you keep-“

This only makes you go harder, dropping your mouth as far as you can go and swallowing at his tip. “Holy shit, fuck fuck fuck, I can’t hold it-I’m gonna cum-“ you feel it hit the back of your throat, streams of warmth flooding your mouth. Mark stutters, hips twitching before he calms down, releasing his grip in your hair.

You wipe at your mouth with a small smile and he looks at you in disbelief, “you literally made me come in two minutes.”

“Think you can do the same for me?” You say coyly and he grins, pushing you on the bed this time. He pulls your soft cotton shorts down your legs to show off your bare womanhood, and he groans at the sight. “So this whole time you’ve been wearing no panties beside me?”

He doesn’t wait for you to say something before he leans down and licks a stripe up for center, making your shutter. Holding your legs apart, he eats you out softly, carefully and taking his time. You softly mewl at the feeling, grabbing his hair. “I need your fingers, please,” you beg, feeling your high so close.

He licks one of his long fingers before rubbing it on your clit, dragging it down and pushing it in slowly. He mouths at you again while simultaneously fingering you, making your legs tremble in pleasure.

“Oh Mark,” you moan, “yes right there.”

“You’re so hot like this,” he mumbles into your clit, “I’ve wanted you here, like this, for such a long time.”

He wastes no time moving his finger quicker, mouthing at your pussy like a starved man and your toes curl, as you near your high.

“I’m gonna-“ you gasp, holding on to his hair when he pushes another finger in, fucking you hard with them. “Shit, shit, fuck-“ Your back arches off your bed and your legs grip around his head as you come, body finally relaxing after a few moments.

When you finally look at Mark, he’s staring at you in awe, mouth glistening with your arousal and chest huffing to catch his breath. It’s a beautiful sight to see and you give anything to see him just like this forever. Pulling him in for a kiss, you taste yourself on his tongue but you don’t mind it, enjoying his lips on yours instead.

He pulls away after a few moments and sighs happily, “I can die a happy man now,” he grins, pulling you beside him to cuddle and you giggle, but that only lasts a moment before you begin to wonder what will happen now. Does this mean you’re a couple? Was this just a bit of fun for him?

“Hey,” he tilts your chin up, “what’s with the frown pretty girl?”

“I’m just thinking.. what does this mean?” You find the courage to say, “are we a thing now?”

“Y/n.. you've always been my girl, just took awhile for you to finally realize,” he kisses your forehead. The action brings warmth to your heart and you lay your head on his chest, finally closing your eyes and letting them rest for the night.

The next morning, the sunlight from outside shines through your room and hits you directly in the face, waking you up after a few moments. You move away and blink repeatedly, adjusting your eyes to the light before looking beside you, with an empty spot. Sitting up, you look around the room and there is no trace of Mark anywhere, not a note not his clothes, absolutely nothing.

Quickly checking your phone, you’re only met with social media notifications and no messages or calls from Mark as usual. It takes a moment for you to realize what this means before it finally settles in, and tears flood your eyes in anger.

“Fuck you Mark Lee!” You yell out, throwing your phone across the room, “stupid, stupid, stupid!”

You collapse back into bed and cry your heart out. Of course he didn’t mean what he said, of course he doesn’t want you. What did you expect? He’s Mark Lee! Guys like him don’t fall for girls like you. You were so stupid to believe him, that he could actually love someone like you. All he wanted was to get his dick wet and that’s it.

You were so stupid.

The days following you’re either in your room crying all night or attending your morning classes. He hasn’t contacted you yet, not even a stupid ‘sorry’ text to make himself feel better. As if he even feels bad.

At least Jisoo is finally back, and when she finds that Mark has broken your heart, she is on a rampage to kill him. “How could he do this to you?! That little shit!” Were her exact words before she consoled you and cancelled her dick appointment that night to have a girl’s night with you.

You try your best to avoid Mark on campus, always surveilling the area before walking somewhere because you can’t deal with seeing him just yet. Though it seems like he’s doing the same, because you never catch him walking around and it’s as if he’s gone off the face of the earth. Good, as he should.

Sadly enough, classes are back in session and now you have chapters to catch up on that you’ve missed since the incident. So you’re in the library once again, trying to get ready for finals like everyone else in the room. Normally you’d study with Mark and he’d give you tips or make studying fun with his lame jokes.

“Did you hear what happened to Spiderman?” Another student beside you whispers to his friend.

“Yeah I heard, my mom says the neighborhood has gotten dangerous since he disappeared,” the other student tells them, “too bad, wonder what happened?”

“I heard the Avengers got sent on a mission and some got stuck behind, there's a video on YouTube,” the guy tsks, “hope he’s not dead.”

The other person mumbles in agreement and you stop listening to their conversation at that point. Poor Spiderman, the only real good man in New York, now gone. Just your luck huh? Both of your love life’s basically non existing now. Placing your headphones back in, you play some music to focus back on your work.

That night, you’re waiting for Jisoo to get back from the convenience store with your snacks to watch some cheesy chick flick that she has been begging you to watch. The movie is all set up on your computer and you’re in your comfy pjs with fuzzy socks to keep your feet warm. Scrolling through your phone while you wait, there is a quick knock on your door, signaling that Jisoo’s back. “Did you get the-“ you open the door and stop mid sentence when you’re greeted by Mark Lee instead of your roommate. He looks tired, eyes rimmed with dark circles and the same clothes he was wearing the night he used you. His hair is shaggier like he hasn’t cut it and there’s a shadow on his upper lip.

“What are you doing here?” You hiss and he looks hurt, but not surprised.

“Y/n, please listen to me, I know you’re mad but I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that-“

“Oh really? You didn’t mean to hurt me? Didn’t mean to get yourself off and then pretend like it never happened?”

“No that’s not what it was-“ “Then what? You were just feeling horny and thought you could use me? That you could come here weeks later and I’d forgive you?”

“Y/n, please, let me explain. I love you, I really do-“

You cut him off once again, “Don’t. Don’t you ever say that to me again. You’re a piece of shit Mark, I really cared about you and I thought you were nice. But now I finally realize who you are, you’re too cool for me, you could never like me the same way. I get who you are now, because you’re Mark Lee,” you say all in one breath, before slamming the door on his fake ‘broken’ looking face.

As soon as the door shuts, you fall to ground and let out the hurt tears immediately. You can still hear him outside your door, begging you to open up and let him explain but you don’t care if he hears you cry, because you don’t give a shit anymore. For years you’ve loved the kid and he’s nothing like you imagined. You should’ve just listened to yourself from the beginning and just stayed away. Oh, how you wish you had listened, because now your high school crush has become your college heartbreak.

It takes him a while to leave and for you to collect yourself and Jisoo finally walks in with the bag of goodies in her hand, that she drops, once she sees you as a mopping mess on the floor. You cry all night again and the cringey movie is forgotten all about.

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The next day, you don’t leave your room at all, missing all of your morning classes because you're too depressed to get out of bed. Your nose is stuffy and eyes are puffy so you figured you’d save the world from looking at you, a sad mess. You try to distract yourself with some tv, but even that reminds of you Mark. So you opt for the news, and thankfully it’s reported that the remaining lost Avengers are back and safe. It’s the only thing that brings a smile on your face that day, because at least one of your lost loves hasn’t disappointed you.

It doesn’t keep you happy for long though, as the hours go by and you’re still all alone in bed. You attempt to do some homework on your laptop that night and copy notes of today’s class from one of your classmates via screenshot.

You’re in the middle of a paragraph when you hear light tapping on your window and freeze. The tapping continues and you’re confused, because you’re on the top floor. So who the hell is out there?

Sitting up, you pull the curtain back to see a familiar red and blue mask looking at you. Gasping, you open the window for him. “Can I come in?” Spiderman asks, holding himself on a web with ease. You nod slowly and scoot aside to give him room. He climbs in and looks around your dorm.

“Cute room,” he says and turns back to you but you’re still gaping at him.

“How do you- How did you find me?” you stutter and he chuckles lightly.

“I have my ways, just came by to check on the cute girl I rescued a while ago,” he flirts, causing you to blush. Holy shit! Spiderman is in your room! Flirting with you!

“Are you okay? I heard you were trapped?” You ask him, trying to keep your cool.

“Yeah but I'm okay, got out of there alive so,” he laughs awkwardly, and suddenly you get a sense of familiarity from him, “whatcha doing?”

“Notes, missed class today,” you say, and he tsks.

“How come?” He turns his mask covered head to the side in question.

“Didn’t feel well, stress, some problems I’m having,” you say sadly, but give him a fake smile to cover it, “no biggie.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Spiderman, are you telling me you snuck into my room at 12am to talk about my life problems?” You joke, giving him a real smile this time.

“Hey, problems are problems, even if they're not life or death, I’m still here for everyone.”

“It’s nothing, I’m just stupid sometimes,” you shake your head, “I thought this boy liked me but guess I wasn’t good enough. I should’ve known, my fault.”

“How do you know he doesn’t like you? Did he say he didn’t?”

“Well no but he hurt me, he ignored me for a long time and pretended like I didn’t exist,” you retort and he nods.

“Did you let him explain why? Maybe he had a good reason.” He defends, and you give him a slight frown.

“Who’s side are you on?” You tilt your head, “I hope you’re on mine, I mean he broke my heart. I cried for days over him, he lied to me and told me that he loves me but ignores me? What’s there to explain?”

Spiderman looks down at his lap for a moment before standing up and pacing around the room.

“Y/n,” he says, finally turning to you, “he is sorry, he wants to tell you what happened, but if you would just let him explain. He didn’t want to leave you that night, he wasn’t going to until there was an emergency.”

“Huh? How do you know he left?” You ask him, puzzled, “did Mark put you up to this?”

“No gosh, Y/n,” he groans before shaking his head, “I am Mark.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense? How can you be Mark? You’re Spiderman!”

He doesn’t answer but takes a deep breath, before lifting his mask and revealing his identity. Truth be told, Mark is behind it with a nervous look on his face and your eyes widen.

“Mark! Oh my god,” you blink repeatedly, “you’re actually him?”

“I am, I was going to tell you after that night but then,” he winces at the memory, “I had to leave, I was supposed to come back before you even woke up but some of us were stranded in another galaxy.”

“So you didn’t leave on purpose? You were gonna come back?”

He nods, “I’m really sorry y/n, if I had known I’d be gone for so long I would’ve told you.”

The room is quiet for a few moments and Mark is standing there unsure if you believe him and if you’re going to kick him out again.

“Mark,” you whisper, instantly running towards him to hug him. He sighs in relief, holding you tightly. His body starts to shake like he’s scared that if he lets you go, you’ll leave.

“I’m sorry Mark,” you mumble into his suit with wet tears, “I should’ve let you explain.”

“It’s okay,” he rubs your back, “we’re okay now, I’m never leaving you again.”

You hold each other for a long time, swaying a bit as you wipe your tears. He lifts your chin and kisses you softly on the mouth, then your nose and cheeks.

“So you saved me that day?” You ask and he nods shyly. “So you were my hero? That’s pretty hot.”

“It was nothing really,” he blushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Remember what I told you that night?”

“What?” He asks as you stare at him coyly before realizing what you meant, “oh, oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you kiss his cheek, then his lips softly, before going down his strong jaw and neck. Suckling on the supple skin, you give him a love bite, proudly claiming him as yours. He moans at the feeling, before bringing your mouth to his again. Your arms wrap around his neck and his roam down your body until they reach your legs. He lifts them, wrapping them around his waist with ease like you weigh as much as a feather and takes you towards your bed.

You lay back and his kisses go down your neck. His hands cup one of your breasts through your shirt, and he feels the peaks as you’re not wearing a bra.

Mark breaks away from your mouth for a moment to lift your shirt over your head, before sucking on one of your nipples. He holds the other in his hand, moving in circular motions. You hum in delight and he smiles, kissing down your tummy. You know what his next move is but you stop his hands from reaching your waistband. “Wait Mark,” you mumble, bringing him back up to meet your lips, “I can’t wait anymore, I really want you inside of me.”

“O-Oh, yeah, sure,” his eyes widened and Mark stands up, tapping on his chest to release his suit, falling to his knees. He trips on the material as he tries to get out of it, causing a laugh to come from you. “Sorry, sorry!”

Finally when he’s all composed, he towers over you, “hi,” he says shyly and you giggle.

“God I love you,” you smile and he says it back, kissing you once more.

Your bottoms come off along with his and he hisses when your wet lips come in contact with the tip of dick. “Do you have, uh, a condom?”

You shake your head, “no but I’m clean, and on birth control.”

“Oh thank god,” he whispers and slides his tip between your lower lips, collecting your arousal for lubrication. Finally, he pushes in and pulls out halfway to get you used to his size. “Please Mark,” you raise your hips and his dick pushes all the way in.

“Oh my, fuck,” Mark groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder as he bottoms out, “you’re so tight.” He starts a pace, moving faster with every thrust until he has you a mess underneath him.

“Yes just like that,” you moan, watching where your bodies meet. You feel so full, better than you ever have before and he fits inside of you perfectly, hitting all the spots that have you seeing stars.

His movements never falter and you’d like to thank his superhero strength for it. “I’m gonna come,” you whimper, holding onto his forearms.

And as if he couldn’t move any faster, he does and it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Come for me baby,” he tells you, his voice deeper than usual. It’s all it takes for you to get to your high, scratching down his back as your body shakes.

He slows his thrusts so you can catch your breath. You take whatever strength you have left to push Mark on to the bed, straddling his waist. Putting him back in, you move your hips up and down slowly, watching his reaction. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, sweat cascading down his body and his soft hair is sticking in different places. He looks so sexy and it only encourages you further to ride him harder.

“You have no idea how long–oh fuck,” he groans when you swivel your hips, “how long I’ve dreamt of you riding me like this.”

You continue to move up and down, back and forth until he’s gripping your hips harshly, so sure enough there will be marks in the morning. Mark is a complete mess at your touch, muttering praises and groans into the air. You’re so close again already but you want to make him feel good, so you tighten yourself around him.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasps, throwing his head back, “keep riding me just like that.” You lift your hips higher and move harder on his cock until he’s crying out your name with a curse.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, filling you with streams of his warm arousal.

Mark shutters under you until he’s completely soft and you lift off of him. His come runs down your thigh and he quickly grabs a tissue from your nightstand to clean you up. Wiping himself down, he tosses it in your trash bin before giving you a shy smile. You both climb into your bed and under the sheets to enjoy a bit of cuddling and pillow talk.

Hours go by before you know it, and you snuggle into his neck tiredly. “Mm, ‘missed you,” Mark mumbles, keeping you close to him.

“I missed you too,” you smile, “missed spiderman too.”

“Yeah? You still in love with him?” he looks at you and jokes.

“Mm, not really,” you shake your head and Mark furrows his brows, “I’m in love with you, the nerdy and goofy version of you.”

“Doesn’t sound very cool,” he scrunches his nose.

“Yeah, well, who do you prefer? Spiderman, the one who has to fight crime all day? Or Mark Lee, the one I get to ride everyday now?” You kiss his neck and he shivers at your words.

“Mark Lee sounds pretty cool now I think about it,” he mumbles.

“Really now? Well then you better come here, bugboy,” you whisper, bringing him in for another kiss.

His phone buzzes loudly, breaking the kiss and he reaches over. Reading the text, Mark gives you a look of worry but you shake your head.

“Go get ‘em Spiderman,” you smile proudly and he kisses you sweetly. Getting his suit back on, he slips his mask over his face, “I’ll be back this time, I promise!”

“Good, I love you Mark.”

“I love you too,” he tells you lovingly, before opening your window and jumping out smoothly.

Who would’ve thought your high school crush would be your college boyfriend? And a hot fricking superhero!

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a/n: thank u god for mark lee and spiderman

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Reviewing Grey's Anatomy Episodes but this time its Season 17

(To those people on my page who don't watch Grey's Anatomy but are being subjected to this I'm so sorry but I really just like to vent about this show.)

Its season 17 now Yay.

They're dealing with the covid 19 pandemic and I'm sure the writers probably did lots of research to make sure that they had the most accurate representation of the situation in the hospitals and otherwise.

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First we're going to start with the love triangle that is Teddy, Tom and Owen.

Owen

Now this is in no way excusing what he's done in the past for the longest while I've loathed Owen Hunt but..... now I feel sorry for him. He saw he had a problem he went to therapy to get himself right, he was actually a good partner for once and communicated in his relationship, he took his time and didn't jump into marriage spontaneously and then Teddy cheated on him over but dial to be heard by everyone in the operating theater with Owen on their wedding day. (I don't want to sound bad but this might also be karma coming to but him in the ass.) I felt so much 2nd hand embarrassment for him and the pain he had in his face the whole time he pretended not to know about her cheating was just oof. I loved though the end where he drove away for the mean time I really do agree with him taking some time and space before he makes a decision. Most of the times he made a lot of sudden decisions that later came back to bite him.

Teddy

Oh Teddy, she used to be one of my favorite characters from a little after she came to the time she left but now they just carried her character so far down hill that it's hard to keep the same energy I had before, now. Everyone at Grey Sloan is on Owen's side and giving her the cold shoulder and she really wants everyone to mind their own business (I honestly agree though, you're in the middle of a pandemic mind your business and do your job now isn't the time to be shunning coworkers because they cheated.) However when she did explain her side I kinda understood it a bit better. It's still an awful thing to do but I know plenty of people who sabotage their own happiness because they aren't used to it. Hell I do it myself sometimes. But then I was also pissed when she just pretended she did nothing wrong at first. First thing first she acted kinda offended when Owen explained why he hadn't called to cancel the wedding to her. Was it kinda sus? The answer is yes but you literally cheated on him that same day, you needed the extra time sis. Not to mention the several time he hinted to her that he knew and gave her the chance to confess yet she lied through her teeth whenever he hinted at it and flat out lied again when he asked if she had anything to confess. I get the whole sabotage route but God was I happy when Owen got in his truck, drove off and left her.

Tom

I was honestly rooting for Tom in the beginning, despite him being a douche I knew deep down he had a heart somewhere, but I actually started to feel less sorry for him last season when he continued to sleep with Teddy despite knowing her situation which he pointed out to her several times and she still ignored it. I know he loves her but let's be honest, she's going to pick Owen as long as he decides to actually take her back and Tom will be left alone and heart broken with his $100000 worth of boxes in booties and a golf club to measure 6 ft distance between him and everyone else. Honestly I kinda saw a panic attack coming, if they're treating Teddy bad then they're probably treating him even more like crap based on the fact that no one besides Teddy, Catherine and maybe Amelia liked him to begin with. This may also be an unpopular opinion but I actually agree with Catherine for making him resign of chief of all chiefs his head hasn't and probably won't be in the game for a while. At least he still gets to be head of neuro. He bought a whole $100000 dollars in booties alone by mistake during an already tough pandemic between that and everything else going on around him I'm not surprised he broke. What did surprise me was that no one even went near him to help even after the attack was finished. Dislike him or not at least ask him how he's doing geeze.

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Jo and Jackson (Never thought I'd have to put the two of them together in a title.)

Truly the biggest shock of the night besides the trailer for next week which I will freak out about later.

Jo

So Jo has decided that in order for her to feel herself again she has to do the devils tango with someone and because they're in a pandemic and she trusts him she chose Jackson. The night of the appointment to do the deed Jo ends up crying in his mouth. The way she treated him afterwards at first was a little uncalled for in my opinion, I mean she was the one who asked for the favor. But later they talked and it was all cool again. Jo didn't really have that big of a plot this episode so not too much to talk about.

Jackson

Agreed way to quickly to doing the devils tango with Jo if you ask me. Seems a little sus. I really hope they aren't rushing him and Jo into anything give the girl some room to breath and also give Jackson a proper plot he seems to be a plot filler for everyone right now like they have no real purpose for him on the show at the moment. I'm beginning to really think that he was the one who was supposed to die last season. I really do love his and Richard's relationship. Jackson never really had a good father and Webber seems to be filling that spot quite nicely. Him pushing Webber to fight to get better and convince him that his career can be saved was heartwarming. And can we take a moment to talk about Harriet finally appearing from the world of Narnia to bless us with her presence? And boy was she a blessing. That baby that plays Harriet was awesome from her repeating Vic saying she can't be a step mom all to her facial expressions. I hope to see baby Harriet again very soon. But speaking of Vic, did she not know that Jackson was a father? How the hell did she expect to never run into her at some point? Then there's the whole question of what did she even expect of the relationship with Jackson if she never intended to even try to accept being around his daughter? also if she really want to be Robbie Rotten from Lazy town and avoid being around kids, maybe she should call or text first instead of showing up in just a fluffy jacket and nothing else.

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Deluca

Glad to see he finally got the help he needed and is back put tho work. I felt so upset last season when everyone just treated him like crap without trying to help him, but they made up for it a little by trying to help him with the intervention. He was also right about the sex trafficking case and I was so glad to see that he was able to be there as her doctor. Plus he's now also finally in dark blue scrubs it has felt like forever before he got those but I digress. He is now on his way once again to be a kick ass surgeon with the awesome skills hes already showcasing. I just hope he continues to look after himself. Deluca shine like the star you are babe.

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Maggie

Has finally found a man who understands her, he is so nice and kind and caring the whole episode I was mentally yelling go get it hun to the screen. She deserves someone who can take her seriously and understand her awkwardness as well as her tendencies finally she has stepped out of the role of cheerleader and support character and is branching out to something else and I'm here for it. And her yelling at Catherine, to share her piece of mind. I was so proud. Go get it sis.

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Richard

Richard Webber is back in the building, finally the king has returned to himself and already solving problems in day one. At the beginning when he publicly called Catherine a pain in the ass I was so stoked I finally thought that he was done being pushed around by her but then he took her back in the end it also kinda felt like she bought him in order to get him back with the hiring him as the new chief of chiefs but I wish them the best of luck, Webber deserves to be happy. I was also happy to see him and Bailey interacting like friends again. For a while it was awkward between them but now it's like the balance has been restored. Side note, him laughing at Teddy and Owen made me laugh so loudly especially when he asked Teddy if her name was still Altman despite the fact he clearly knew about the phonecall drama, not gonna lie I'd do the same.

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Catherine

Not much there, just her being angry at the pandemic and loss of money, lack of power to save lives as well as trying to win Webber back which she successfully did after firing Koracick and giving Richard his job and finally giving him a heartfelt apology without being petty.

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Bailey

It might just be me but so far despite the fact that it's only been 2 episodes. Bailey seems somewhat better this season. Her guilt over Deluca was definitely warranted but at least she tried to make up for it (and just like Harriet her OCD has decided to rejoin us for a visit from Narnia.) For the past few seasons she's been a slight pain but now she seems more like herself.

Her and Ben are adorable as usual, coming every 12 hours to clap for the doctors just to see her then the cute hand signals they made for each other, between Ben, Link and recently added to the group of awesome partners Winston, I'm beginning to wonder where I can find me one of these super thoughtful understanding handsome men. The two guys that knocked her over as well spraining her ankle really should have to pay or something or at least apologize, they literally just knocked a doctor off her feet and made her wheel chair bound, the chief ro be exact. Her and Webber are on talking terms and well again but she really needs to know how to express concern better. She once told Ben that when she's scared she yells but a lot of things would have gone a lot more smoothly if she'd just reminded him he was a high risk for covid and state her concern for him to begin with instead of barking out orders.

I'm also wondering if shes going to be able to handle the whole Covid situation so well for the whole time, with all the chaos and disorganization with the whole ordeal not to mention the whole fit she had with the germs in the episode. I think it'll be a good storyline now that Grey's seems to be bringing mental awareness back up.

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Link and Amelia

They have now officially reached my list along with Ben and Bailey and a few others that are no longer on the show that have reached the stage of killing the couple goals on this show.

Despite the fact that they're not only raising their own baby but also Bailey, Ellis and Zola yet their relationship is still solid. I'm so proud of my baby Amelia she has come a long way from the woman who didn't even want kids to begin with.

I loved the fact that he wasn't upset over her forgetting his birthday and acted like nothing was wrong, just so she wouldn't feel bad about forgetting. I would have been livid set a reminder on your phone babes. Either way she definitely made up for it later with the whole redoing his birthday thing. Also welcome to the world Scout. Looking forward to seeing them more often.

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Levi

How did it all turn so bad, Nico has turned into such a jerk at this point I'm not even sure I'd be to upset if he left if it wasn't for the fact that I ship the person he was before and Levi so much I'm still hoping that they'll go back to how they were before Nico became a lying hypocrite. At the end I was practically begging Levi to push him away, Nico doesn't deserve it not after the way he treated him and he hasn't even shown a hint of remorse to this day.

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Meredith

The biggest shock of the whole episode. I honestly knew something was going to happen to her from the time she fell asleep and started the dream on the beach. Dreaming of beaches have never been a good sign on Grey's I just thought she was going to collapse from stress because she really had been pushing herself all episode. The thing with Meredith is that she cares so much for her patients and does anything she can to save them, but based on the preview of the next episode and the tests they showed it doesn't seem to be test. And let's just talk about that huge bombshell they dropped by bringing back Derek I never thought I'd see Patrick Dempsey on the show again. By the end of the episode I was already literally shaking in anticipation for the next episode. I know they can't kill Meredith, without her there literally is no Grey's Anatomy. That being said I really hope they don't give her cancer, (I know Patrick is involved with helping a charity for cancer.) And I also really hope she isn't getting alzheimers I just hope it's nothing serious in general. She's been through enough man. I just want this to be a really touching moment where I get to see Merder have some touching moments and it doesn't end up to be Izzie and Denny all over again. I don't think anyone is ready to handle that. I read in a spoiler that there's supposed to be some more visitors arriving on the beach and I'm stoked for it so I really hope it's a real spoiler I'm tired of rewatching the newer seasons to experience some of the old joy.

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Imma need them to give that intern Perez an official recurring contract for the show because he is currently one of the best things to come on that show in years. He's a breath of fresh air.

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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Eight: The Morning After (part one)

If I said I want your body, would you hold it against me? Seven in the morning, wanna listen to Britney; anything you want, baby, that’s okay with me, now. We don’t sleep, but we like sleeping in. - All Time Low, Sleeping In

Mabel had to pee, but she really, really didn’t wanna open her eyes. Or move in any way, shape, and/or form. She was warm, covered in a soft comforter, and her mattress was just the right amount of firm and squishy. She snuggled into her bed with a soft smile, and then her head hit something that was way warmer than her bed or pillows.

Strangely, it felt like there was bare skin against hers, and… she didn’t appear to be wearing any panties. Or a shirt. She usually wore a shirt and panties when she slept, didn’t she? Was she misremembering that? She didn’t typically misremember her own habits, but she had certainly been wrong before.

Forcing her eyes open, Mabel came face to face with Dipper, who was asleep. And upon seeing his face (which was both way more attractive and way closer to hers than it had any right to be), everything came rushing back.

“I’m in love with you-“

“I burn for you-“

“I’ll give you the fucking world-“

“I want your cock.”

“Anything you want.”

“-and put your baby inside me-“

“I want it harder-“

“Tell me you’re mine.”

Face inflamed, Mabel very slowly extracted herself from Dipper’s arms (he stirred, but continued sleeping), grabbed her purse, and tiptoed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The cold tiles stung her bare feet, but she peed and washed her hands anyway, wishing there was some kind of bath mat. Preferably a fuzzy one (a pink one, perhaps? Yes, a pink one would spice up the all-white bathroom nicely. And some lovely pink towels to match, too).

Glancing up at herself in the mirror as she dried her hands on a towel, she was startled by her appearance.

There were hickeys, well. Everywhere, really, but it seemed like Dipper has primarily focused his attentions on her breasts and neck. She didn’t mind the hickeys. She rather liked them, actually. What she didn’t like was how bad her hair and makeup had gotten in her sleep. She didn’t even remember falling asleep, really. She and Dipper had been cuddling, and at some point he pulled out and threw the condom away, but he came right back to cuddle her again and then she was waking up.

Her hair was a frizzy mess, so she undid the braid and ran her fingers throughit to work out some of the knots. She’d been pretty the night before. She wanted to be pretty when he woke up, too.

Or, at least, as pretty as she could be without makeup.

It was really just her eye makeup that was bad rather than the whole thing. She had raccoon eyes. That happened whenever she slept with eye makeup on.

Taking out several makeup remover wipes, she scrubbed at her face with them until nothing came off on the damp, white cloths anymore. She didn’t look as nice without makeup, but, well, Dipper was her soulmate, right? Her soulmate would find her attractive no matter what.

Mabel hoped he would, anyway.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a few more seconds. What would their parents say if they saw her? Obviously they wouldn’t see all the hickeys, but they’d definitely be able to see a fair amount of them unless she invested in turtle necks. They’d been keeping this huge thing a secret from Mabel and her twin for as long as she could remember. How would they react if they knew that the metaphorical cat was out of the metaphorical bag? Why had they kept it from them to begin with? Did they think that Mabel and Dipper were gross, disgusting, maybe even sinful?

Not that they were particularly religious people (in fact, Mabel has never even heard them mention their personal views on religion, let alone if they believed in a specific one), but even so, maybe they were so disgusted by having children who were soulmates that they would rather see them suffer apart than be happy together? Was that it?

Mabel wasn’t sure, and she didn’t know what to think. She loved her parents. She’d always thought she’d had a great relationship with them. Had she been wrong? She must have been, if they’d been lying to her and keeping her from her soulmate for seventeen years. Did they even love her or Dipper at all, even a little?

Feeling agonized and conflicted, Mabel pushed her parents from her mind, grabbed a wash cloth off the towel rack, and opened the clear door of the walk-in shower. There were two knobs, each helpfully labeled, so she turned them to her desired setting and stepped back to let the water heat up.

She looked down at the soulmark on her wrist.

Her soulmark.

Dipper’s soulmark.

Their soulmark.

Mabel still didn’t really understand how this could’ve happened. Had she really had it all her life? And if she’d had it all her life, then so had he.

She ran her thumb over the lines; they were raised just a little, like the lines on a tattoo. Soulmarks couldn’t be imitated with tattoos, though. They had a… a shine to them, an iridescence. They didn’t sparkle, exactly, but if Mabel turned her wrist, light would reflect off of it in the strangest way.

She’d always hated her soulmark. As soon as she was old enough to understand what it was and what it meant for her, she hated it. Not so much that she’d cut it from her body the way some people did, of course, but she certainly wasn’t a fan.

But being with Dipper made it seem kinda beautiful, in a way. She wondered how he’d felt about his, knowing they were soulmates for so long but thinking she wouldn’t want him. Had he hated it, too? Did he still?

There was steam forming on the shower door, so Mabel stepped inside, leaning her head back to get her hair wet.

The more she thought about it -him knowing that they were soulmates but thinking she wouldn’t want him, that is-, the more she thought that that was a really fucking stupid idea. Like. Where had he even come up with that? Had he never seen soulmates touch each other for the first time? Everyone had seen soulmates touch each other for the first time at least once! Everyone had also seen soulmates be super lovey-dovey, ‘cause that’s just kinda how soulmates tended to be. It was a universally accepted fact.

She rubbed the motel’s boring, scentless conditioner into her hair and left it to sit as she washed her body with their boring, scentless bar of soap.

It was, like, a biological imperative, or something like that. He was the science nerd. Didn’t he know all that stuff? Mabel felt like Dipper should know all that stuff. He’d been talking like he knew a lot about such things before. He’d mentioned, like, studies and stuff, she thought, but she’d been pretty out of it at the time so she could have definitely been wrong.

Once her body and washcloth were clean and the conditioner was rinsed out, Mabel lathered shampoo into her hair and rinsed it out, too. She ended up using most of both bottles. Whoops. There was a little left in each, at least. Oh, well.

She was rinsing the last of the conditioner from her hair when she heard the bathroom door creak open.

“Eek!” Squeaked Mabel as she turned around abruptly, reflexively covering her body with her hands and the washcloth, both being their own unique brand of useless in that regard and therefore not covering anything of note at all. She was slightly less alarmed when she saw it was just Dipper, who was also naked, and that was…

Mabel did not claim any level of expertise on male anatomy, but she was pretty sure that that was a boner. It certainly appeared to be a boner. As in, it was most definitely Dipper’s dick (side note, she still was unsure how he’d managed to get it in her and why it had felt so good because it looked like it would hurt her more than anything else), and it was sticking out, which… they don’t typically do that when they’re just kinda, like, chilling, right?

He smiled at her, and she forgot all about his boner. His smile was just heavenly. Even more so whenever he deigned to direct it at her (bless her with it, more like).

“Can I…?” He gestured in the direction of the shower.

“Oh! Y-yeah, of course! I’m done anyway,” she hung the washcloth up and was gonna get out, but he opened the shower door.

Mabel glanced down briefly. She couldn’t help it. He was naked, and she’d spent so much time admiring the way his body looked and moved that it was fascinating in a whole bunch of different ways. And also sexy, so there was that.

Oooooookay , she thought to herself. That’s a dick. That’s a dick pointing right at you. It’s just… it’s right just there, man. Stay calm, stay cool, dicks don’t bite.

“Wha-wha-what’s up?” She stuttered out. So much for “cool”.

He grinned again, and Mabel thought she might burst into flames, and she vaguely noticed the water droplets spilling out onto the tile, and-

“I meant if it’s okay if I shower with you.”

“Oh!” She blinked rapidly, startled. “Oh. Okay… then,” stepping backwards a bit to let him in as he closed the door behind him. It was strange, but despite knowing the fact that he’d seen (and touched, kissed, and even sucked, and also literally been inside of) her body, she still kinda felt the urge to cover herself up. She squashed it down, though.

He leaned over (and subsequently closer to her, but his eyes were shut when he did so) to wet his hair, and reached for the shampoo. “Sorry, I used most of both bottles,” she said quietly.

“Eh, that’s fine, I don’t really need a whole lot,” he told her as he squirted the remainder of the shampoo into his hand.

“Y’know, it’s actually better for your hair to use conditioner first and then leave it in while you do everything else, because tha-“ she was babbling. She knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t really help it. He was naked. She was naked. They’d both been post-coitus levels of naked and all up against each other for, like, hours! After a lifetime of not touching, too! Surely a bit of nervousness was warranted, right?

“Mabes,” he cut her off, affection in his eyes as he quickly and methodically rinsed his hair out (how had he already finished washing it? Dafaq?). “I don’t really… I mean, I don’t think most guys use conditioner.”

“O-oh,” she seemed to have difficulty forming coherent thoughts, and therefore coherent sentences, as well.

When the last of the shampoo bubbles had been rinsed from his hair, he looked down at her again and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

“I- I am not nervous!” she informed him indignantly, lurching away slightly, but only slightly, honest. If she said it to him like she believed it, maybe that would make it true. (Note: No. No it would not.)

“Yes, you are,” he said matter-of-factly, lathering up the washcloth with the bar of boring-as-all-hell soap and washing his body in the same quick, methodical way as his hair. “It’s okay. I kinda like it.”

“Well, even if I am nervous,” she crossed her arms over her chest (which was still bare, and he could see it, how bizarre), “it’s perfectly reasonable. How are you not nervous?!”

“Oh, I am. I’m actually pretty terrified right now,” he rinsed out the washcloth and grinned at her again. “I’m just better at hiding it than you are.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You are not!”

“I definitely am. Case in point: you,” he gestured to Mabel, “me,” he to himself. “Case closed.”

“Hey,” she said, sticking a finger in his face as he turned himself this way and that beneath the water to let the suds run down his skin and- no, no, focus! “Hey,” she repeated. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been pretending you don’t make me feel embarrassed or nervous or scared out of my mind for years, and I was so good at it that you were under the impression I wasn’t interested in you at all despite being so in love with you I thought I’d explode, so I’d say I did a pretty damn good job, thank you very much!”

“Hm, that’s a good point,” he said thoughtfully, reaching down to brush her wet hair from her face. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“You wouldn’t have needed to wonder if you’d just told me the truth,” her voice was quiet, and it was difficult even for her to hear it over the sound of water hitting tile. “I was waiting for you to find your soulmate, y’know. I’d just kinda accepted that I’d have to watch you fall in love with somebody else, and I’d be stuck keeping my feelings for you a secret.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her, his voice just as soft, stroking her cheek. “I was scared, and I was so sure you wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me -not like that, at least-, whether we were soulmarked or not.”

She shook her head, her wet hair moving about her face in thick strands. “I’d have fallen in love with you no matter what, Dipper.” Then, after a moment: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to,” he told her quietly. “I really wanted to. But I also didn’t. I was scared you wouldn’t want me the way I want you. Wouldn’t love me the way I love you.” He was silent for a moment, staring at her with a look in his eyes she couldn’t quite name. “Wouldn’t you have been scared, if you had found out first?”

She looked away from him then. “I- yeah. Yeah, I probably would’ve been,” she said with a nod. “I mean, you still scare me.”

He jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “I- I- what? Why do I scare you?”

“Because I love you,” she told him simply, as if she’d been pointing out the snow on the ground or the clouds in the sky. “More than that, I’m in love with you.”

“You’re scared of being in love with me?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m used to being in love with you. It’s not new. But this is much… it’s bigger than I thought it was, y’know? Like, yeah, I’ve been in love with you for years, I know how to handle that. But I never expected anything to actually come from it.” She took a breath before speaking again, staring at the floor, the way the spray from the shower ricocheted off their feet. “It never occurred to me that my soulmate might be you, that that’s why I couldn’t control my feelings for you better. I just…” she sighed. “I thought I was a freak. I thought there was something wrong with me. I’ve thought that for so long and now I’m finding out it’s totally normal, what I’ve been feeling all this time, and I don’t know what to do with it.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her gently, sincerely. “I never wanted to make you feel like that. I hate that I did. I wish I’d… I dunno. I wish I’d done something differently.”

She sighed again. “Honestly? I don’t know if I’d have done anything differently than you did, if it had been me. I might’ve done the exact same thing.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Still wish I hadn’t done it the way I did.”

“So do I,” she said quietly. “We could’ve been together like this a lot longer.” Startled at herself, she backtracked. “N-not necessarily like this,” she gestured vaguely around them, her eyes wide. “Just, y’know. Like. In general. Together in general.”

He smiled, laughter in his eyes at her fumbling, and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She brought her hands up to hesitantly rest them on his sides, which were bare because he was still fucking naked holy shit that’s right-

Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, he backed her up against the cold tile of the shower wall, becoming increasingly desperate in how he kissed her.

“I- I’ve wanted you since I woke up,” he told her, moving down to suck at her neck and gripping her breast roughly.

“I want you, too,” Mabel gasped out. He reached down between her legs and stroked her slit a few times before pushing a finger inside her. She gasped again, clutching at his arm, her fingers digging into his skin, and leaned her head back against the tiled wall. He added another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of her, and her fingers tightened on his arm when he started to rub her clit with his thumb.

He hadn’t stopped sucking at her neck, and he moved his fingers faster and faster, causing her to whimper and struggle to stay standing. How did he know exactly what to do to her to make her squirm? How was he more in tune with her body than she herself was? Mabel didn’t know, didn’t understand how he could touch her so perfectly that she was ridiculously close to orgasming already, but he was doing it.

Her legs began to shake, and he moved back up to kiss her. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and he was twisting her nipple and moving his fingers even faster, and she was so close, so fucking close-

“Dip-per,” she gasped against his lips, and he nodded.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Cum for me, Mabes.”

She cried out as she did, and when he pulled his fingers out of her, she winced at how sensitive she still was. She could feel her heartbeat throughout her body. It had been a particularly good orgasm, after all.

She was slumped against him, and she heard the shower raining down on his back. He ran a hand up her side, kissing her forehead lightly.

“I love you,” he told her softly.

“I love you, too, Dip.”

He pulled away slightly, smiling contentedly and stroking her cheek.

After perhaps two minutes or so, Mabel remembered Dipper’s very much still present erection. Ah. Right, she thought. Well, first time for everything and all that.

Lowering herself to her knees (the tile might’ve felt colder if she hadn’t pretty much been out of the water for… however long he’d been in there with her, which, unbeknownst to either party, was really only about ten minutes), Mabel discovered that, as it turns out, dicks, like most objects, appear larger the closer one is to them.

This made perfect sense, of course, but despite knowing this, Mabel was still quite alarmed at the evidence leading to this particular observation. Like, she knew it had already gone inside her (which… how, exactly?), but it was still somewhat alarming to see it up close.

The aphrodisiac effect of touching for the first time had worn off the night before, so while Mabel was aroused, it wasn’t so overwhelming that she entirely forgot about the logistics of how in the actual fuck is that supposed to fit in a person’s mouth, et cetera. Still, though, despite being rather intimidating, it was… it was… it was his, Dipper’s, and she very much wanted to touch him.

“You… okay?” Dipper asked from above her, when she’d been staring at his junk for a solid minute and a half.

“Yup!” She said too quickly, the squeakiness in her voice echoing off the tile far too much for her liking.

“You don’t… I mean, you don’t have to, y’know…”

“I know!” She said, also too quickly, before backtracking. “It’s just, well. I’ve never actually, like, seen one up close, so I don’t really… know what to do with it…”

“W-well,” he coughed uncomfortably. “You could… touch it. If- if you wanted?” He voiced it like a question, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer or not.

“Okay.” Yeah, touching’s fine. She could do touching. She could totally do touching. Easy-peasy.

How did guys…? Reaching out hesitantly, Mabel gently wrapped her palm around his shaft, his wet pubic hair brushing against her hand. It was much harder than she was expecting, but also weirdly squishy. How could something be hard and squishy at the same time?

“You can- you can squeeze it a bit harder,” he said breathily. Harder? Wouldn’t she hurt him? Well, he’d tell her if she hurt him, so maybe she should just…

Squeezing his shaft elicited a gasp from him, so she kept the pressure up and moved her hand up and down it a few times.

“Is this okay?”

He nodded wordlessly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, so she kept going, moving her hand faster. Something pearled at the tip, and Mabel had the strangest desire to taste it, so she licked it. Dipper let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, so she licked the tip again, this time swirling her tongue around the head before taking it in her mouth.

One of his hands threaded through her hair gently, and when she looked up at him, he rested his head on an arm against the tiled wall, his other hand clenched into a fist.

Mabel attempted to take as much of him into her mouth as she could, but it really wasn’t very much. She did, however, manage to gauge what she could take and what she couldn’t, so when she began to slowly move her mouth along his length, she didn’t have much difficulty stopping where she needed to.

Dipper was making these kind of breathy gasps, like he was struggling to inhale, so she moved her mouth faster, as fast as she was able.

“F-fuck, Mabel,” he moaned her name quietly, but it reverberated against the tiles. She kept moving her mouth over him, but took him a bit too fast, it seemed, because her teeth grazed him and he yelled. “T-teeth,” he squeaked out.

“Ooumsowy,” she said around him, the words coming out poorly. Whoops. Oh well.

Pulling her lips to cover her teeth to avoid anything further dick-scraping situations, she sucked in her cheeks experimentally, just to see how he would react, reaching up to squeeze one of her breasts in her hand, pinching her nipple and moaning around him. His grip on her hair tightened a bit, just enough for her to feel a slight tug on her scalp, and he jerked his hips forward involuntarily.

He hit the back of her throat, and she choked, tearing up, and she looked up at him again.

“Shit, sorry,” he said breathily. Mabel didn’t mind, though. She liked that he hadn’t been able to control himself. Thinking about him losing control, losing himself because of her, what she was doing to him, she moaned around him again, pulling at her nipple and taking him as deep as she could, as fast as she could. His breathing was getting faster, and he really seemed to be getting off on her moaning, so she moaned again, and again, bobbing her head back and forth.

The sounds he was making were so insanely sexy Mabel thought she was gonna lose her mind, and she wished she could take him deeper without gagging because quite simply, she wanted every inch of him in her mouth and was thoroughly dissatisfied that she couldn’t manage it. Still, though, he seemed to be enjoying himself. She was gazing up at him, her lips stretched around his cock as she moaned and fondled her breast, and he was looking down at her with this look in his half-lidded eyes she couldn’t put a name to.

It was like he was seeing her for the first time even though they’d known each other all their lives, like she was everything, everything to him, the way he was everything to her. She wasn’t going very fast, as she was still quite inexperienced, but he was moaning and gasping and whimpering and breathing her name and fisting her hair and looking at her like she was some kind of goddess and then-

And then he yanked himself away from her, and there was a string of saliva between the head and her mouth that was broken as he leaned back against the shower wall, gasping. The water hit her face and she sputtered, scrambling backwards.

“Shit, sorry,” he muttered, clearly out of breath.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” She asked, somewhat concerned.

“What? No! No, not at all,” he reassured her, offering her a hand to help her up. She took it, and he pulled her up against him. “That was… I mean, that was awesome, it really, really was. It’s just I wanna do, uh. Y’know. Other stuff, too.”

Okay, so maybe she had just been sucking his dick, but she still felt like his face was way too close to hers, so it took several seconds for what he said to process in Mabel’s mind. “You mean, you wanna, like…?”

“Only if you want to,” his smile was a small, adorably embarrassed one, and it made her heart flutter and the bees act up.

When she nodded silently at him, he leaned down to kiss her softly, reaching around to turn off the water. He pushed the shower door open and stepped out, pulling her out after him. She tripped a little and giggled at her own clumsiness.

They were gonna have sex for the second time (the second!), and Mabel was feeling downright giddy just from thinking about it.

“What’re you giggling about, giggles?” he was smiling affectionately at her as he handed her a towel before proceeding to dry himself off.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #pinecest #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

[detectivedreameater]

Faded || Anita and Marley

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @professoranieves and @detectivedreameater  SUMMARY: Anita rushes to see Marley after discovering she’s been injured.  CONTENT: Head injury, Head trauma

Anita wasn’t sure how many more times she could handle finding out that Marley was severely injured. At least this time she didn’t find out by way of a newspaper article. Erin reaching out to her was at least a bit more personal. She had no idea what Marley was up to that led her to need to see a doctor, but then again she had explicitly asked to be kept out of the loop about those sorts of things. It was better that way, wasn’t it? It wasn’t like she would be any less scared getting the call that Marley had been knocked unconscious had she known what she was up to. This method saved her the pre-injury worry at least. As she drove to this mysterious doctor’s house, Anita was a bit surprised that she hadn’t started crying yet. Last time she could  hardly drive straight as she went to the funeral home because of the tears. They’d come eventually though, she was pretty sure of that.  As she pulled up to the strange house, she quickly parked her car and then got out of her car and ran up to the front door. She tried to open it, but not so surprisingly, it was locked. She banged on the door repeatedly, expecting Erin or Marley to answer. But instead a petite woman she hadn’t met before answered the door, and initially would not let her in. Nothing she said bore much convincing until she showed the woman an admittedly risk-ay selfie of the two of them. As she headed into the room where Marley was she was pretty worried about what she might find. But as she entered the room, she looked relatively alright. No visible blood, that was good. Bandages weren’t ideal, but her eyes were open, so that was promising. “Hey,” she said shaikly. “You do something stupid again?”

 Time slipped by unendingly, but she couldn’t keep track of it. Marley stared up at the ceiling as if it could solve all her problems. That maybe if she looked hard enough, the little dots on the ceiling would form together and spell out what to say, what to do. But it didn’t. It never did. Her only semblance that time was passing was when Queenie came in to check up on her. That was it. Sometimes her eyes would close for what felt like seconds, only to open hours later. And sometimes her eyes would close for what felt like hours, only to open seconds later. Her head pounded. Her chest wheezed. Pain shot through every part of herself, even the parts that had been left untouched by Roy and his magic and his ire. Erin hadn’t come to visit her yet. Why hadn’t she come? It was all Marley could think about. Why had no one visited her? Her eyes closed again. And then there was a voice and they opened so quickly, because she’d felt as if she’d been aching to hear that voice. “Anita,” she exhaled, turning her head to look, wincing with the effort. The world spun around her and she blinked, heavily. Tried to sit up, but fell back down with a cry when she was reminded her ribs were still snapped in half. Wheezing, she laid back down. “What did you say? What did--” she asked, the words having already slipped her mind. “What took you so long?”

 Anita was a bit confused by the questioning. She had gotten there as quickly as she could, hopping in her car as soon as Erin had reached out to her. Had Erin waited a while before telling her what had happened? The idea that Marley had been lying here alone for an extended period of time made her feel sick. Not as sick as she felt watching her try to sit up and falling back in pain. “I got here as soon as I heard…” She said softly as she walked closer towards where Marley was laying. All she wanted to do was reach out and touch her, but once more she was in a situation where she wasn’t sure if touching would do more harm than good. “What happened?” The question was practically rhetorical. While she was no medical doctor, it didn’t really take one to tell that Dr. Lin-King gave her some powerful painkillers. Marley was so out of it that Anita kinda wished she had asked the doctor some questions before just rushing into this room. The longer she stayed in there, the faster she felt the tears finally coming through. She looked so much worse than the last time. And there wasn’t anything she could do about it. 

 “As soon as you heard?” Marley questioned, turning her head to the side to look at Anita. There was blots in her vision and she tried to blink them away, but they kept coming back. “How long ago was that?” she tried to sit up again, straining in pain. “How long have I been here?” She wracked her brain trying to recall, but nothing came to mind. She remembered a warehouse, sunlight, screaming. Then pain. Marley cried out again, clutching her head. “Where am I again?” she looked over at Anita. When had she gotten here? Marley blinked heavily. “I don’t know,” she said, “I got hurt.” Something else played behind her eyes. Hands, screaming. Cracking ribs and dancing shadows. Erin. “Someone attacked us.” 

 Anita glanced down at her watch, “Maybe 15 minutes ago? I jumped into my car as soon as Erin messaged me.” Even though Anita was a doctor, she was no medical doctor. However, she remembered enough from her coursework surrounding anatomy and biology to see that bandages on the head, disorientation, and jumbled speech likely meant concussion. And probably a rather severe one. “You’re uh... at some Doctors house? Dr. Lin-King? Do you know her?” She looked around the room for a stool or chair, once she found one she pulled it up next to the bed Marley was laying on and sat down. “Us? Who else was with you? Are they alright?” 

 “Erin,” Marley said hurriedly, and suddenly she was trying to sit up again, despite knowing pain was coming. She strained, groaning, but managed to push herself up enough to sit, leaning against the pillows and headboard. “Is she-- where is--” she started, but couldn’t finish, doubling over in pain. “Doctor…” she thought for a moment, closed her eyes, “yes, I know her. She’s the-- I told you about her. She’s the doctor that agreed to…” she trailed off again, the rest of what Anita said finally registering in her brain. “Erin,” she said again, “Felix, they were-- where are they? I have to find them, I need to-- are they okay?” Started trying to shift again, as if to get out of the bed. “I have to find them.”

 “Marley, stop you’re going to hurt yourself.” Anita quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, hoping to sort of bring her back to the moment, to calm her down. “Erin is good enough to tell me you were hurt. I - I don’t know who Felix is. Do you want me to go ask Dr. Lin-King about them? Or I can message Erin? But you… you can’t leave just yet Marley. You need to rest.” Those weren’t the words Marley would want to hear, and she knew that. But it was the truth, if she tried to go out looking for anyone like this - night immunity or not, it didn’t seem like it would end well. 

 “I have to go, what if he’s still--” Marley groaned with effort, falling back down, squeezing Anita’s hand so tightly it turned white. She grabbed her head, feeling the bandages beneath the palm of her hand. “What if Roy’s still out there, he’s going to come after her. I have to--” her vision blurred again and the room spun, and one Anita turned into three and she slammed her eyes shut. “He was going to kill her. He was trying to kill her,” that was the last thing Marley remembered. Erin screaming, angry eyes staring her down, unblinking. Pressure in her head. “Can you ask her? You have to ask her. I need to know she’s okay. I need to…”

 Anita gasped slightly at the soft pain that she felt when Marley squeezed her hand, but she felt almost guilty because she knew Marley had to be in so much more pain. “Roy? Is that who… who attacked you?” Shit, maybe knowing what she had been up to beforehand would have been helpful. “Roy was going to kill Erin?” It felt somewhat meaningless to be asking these questions since she knew it was very unlikely she’d get a clear response. Anita wasn’t sure how to fill that request. She didn’t want to leave Marley's slide and talking to the doctor or trying to get in touch with Erin would both require her to let go of her hand. “Erin’s the one who told me to come see you. She’s okay.” Anita really needed that to be true. But it did stand to reason that she wouldn’t be online messaging people if she was badly hurt… or worse. 

 “He was-- he was there to--” Marley tried to recall, but all she could remember was pain. Gunshots. Sunlight. So much pressure. Erin was dying, he was killing her and-- “He found us. Somehow...he found us and he…” she put her head in free hand, still squeezing Anita’s as the memories tried to flood back in. “I messed up,” she said, “I couldn’t-- it was daytime. I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t even try to run, I just--” she lifted her head and looked at Anita through hazy eyes, “why didn’t I run?” She knew Anita didn’t have the answers, but she searched for them anyways. She remembered a darkness, falling through it. Beeping, a flat line. Electric paddles. “I think I died.”

 I think I died. Anita couldn’t focus on anything except those words. Was this some strange mara thing? Nine lives or something? No, Marley would have told her that the night they talked about her going after that fucking bear. So this had to be the more, for lack of a better word, human way to die and come back. A medical death. Or maybe the pain just felt so intense that she thought she was dying. “Well... if you did… it was only briefly?” She didn’t have any other words that felt fitting. She wasn’t the best person to go to for comfort. So she just brought her lips to Marley’s hand that she was holding and pressed a soft kiss to it. “It’s gonna be alright,” she said softly. 

 When Anita’s cold lips brushed against Marley’s hand, she looked up from her bed and then, and only then, did she realize the ferocity of her grip. She let go instantly, struck by the strangeness of it, feeling her hand begin to shake even in Anita’s grip still. She felt as if she had no control of her own hand, staring wide as wide eyed as she could as a weariness began to hang over her head. “Is it?” she asked quietly, wondering if those words could ever possibly be true when she couldn’t even recall what had happened. When she wasn’t sure if they’d managed to kill Roy or if she was going to come back to news of two dead friends or if she was possibly next on the list. She tried to pull her hand away, but found herself too weak, and instead just let her arm go limp in Anita’s hand. “I don’t feel like myself,” she said, staring up at the ceiling again. “It feels like something is missing.”

Anita just sat there, keeping her hand wrapped around Marley’s. She had no words. She didn’t know if it was going to be alright. She didn’t know what to say to her comments. All she had the energy to focus on was the fact that Marley was alive, even if she did briefly die. If she could, Anita would’ve climbed into that bed with her and just laid there together. But it was a small space, and she wasn’t going to do anything that might agitate or hurt Marley even more. “I’m just glad you’re alive.” Was this what being with her was going to be like? Every month or so picking her up from some strange place half-dead? 

 Anita’s silence was loud in Marley’s ears. She turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly, trying to keep herself from showing the pain she was in inside. The confusion, the jumbled memories, the missing information. She bit her lip, trying to keep the sob building in her throat from coming out, but she was too tired, too worn, to keep it back for long. Tears drained down her face silently until they weren’t anymore and her grip in Anita’s hand tightened again. She didn’t know what else to say, she didn’t know how to ask for what she needed. So, instead, she just said, “I’m sorry,” through the strained tears, “I’m sorry.”

 Although she had been doing her best to maintain her composure, when Anita saw Marley start to cry she fairly quickly followed suit. She wanted to be strong for her, be the person to pick her up off her feet and help her through this. But it was so hard. Seeing her like this was so much harder than she thought it would be so she just let the tears stream out. “No,” she shook her head softly, “you don’t have to apologize, okay?” Based on what she could piece together, it sounded like Marley got hurt protecting Erin, and maybe also that Felix guy. That wasn’t something that needed apologizing for, even if Anita was hurting emotionally. “I’m right here, okay? I’m here for you.” She pressed another kiss to her hand, resting her forehead there for a moment before sitting up and looking over at her again. 

 Anita’s words brought no comfort. Marley thought back to all the times she’d yearned for the other woman to hold her and touch her and hear her, and felt as if her chest were caving in in that moment. The sound of her tears collapsing Marley’s heart more and more into itself. She’d done this. She’d done this to them both. “You shouldn’t--” she started, but the words were a crackled mess in her throat and even more so when spoken, “--I shouldn’t-- I can’t--” but she couldn’t finish any of her sentences. She wanted to know if Erin was really alright, she needed to know how badly she was hurt. And Felix-- she didn’t even know if he was alive. If Roy was alive. If Roy was dead. She didn’t know anything and it tore at her chest, as if someone were trying to dig a hole through her ribs and tear out her heart. And she hated it. “Just-- can you--” she still didn’t know how to ask, squeezing Anita’s hand tighter, “--please. Even if it hurts, I just want to...need to feel you. I need to feel real.”

 It didn’t take but a moment for Anita to realize what Marley was asking for. After all, it was something she had wanted to do but she was just too worried about causing her more pain. But she couldn't say no to her in this state. She stood up, then gently sat down on the edge of the bed and moved Marley’s arm out of the way. Anita then laid down on her side beside Marley, careful to only be touching the non-injured parts of her body. She rested her head on the pillow and placed her chin against Marley’s shoulder and her hand rested against Marley’s stomach. The one good thing was knowing that ice was likely good for most of her physical wounds, so at least she was going to be able to cool her down a bit. “You’re real,” she whispered as she pressed a kiss to her shoulder. 

 Was she real? Marley wasn’t sure anymore. What was and wasn’t real. Her mind couldn’t put the pieces together yet. Was the cold Earth she’d woken up on real? Was the pain in her chest real? Was the strange man real? Was she real? Was her pain real? Too much at once made her head hurt again and she began to shiver. Not because she was cold, but because she had little control over her body. She could remember someone, the doctor-- Queenie-- telling her that her head trauma was extensive. That she might have brain damage, that they wouldn’t be able to tell until she showed signs. And that she might never. Anita’s weight pressing on the bed reminded her of one thing she knew to be true, though. She wasn’t alone. An arm on her stomach, chin on her shoulder. She stayed staring up at the ceiling, eyes drooping. How was she supposed to tell Anita what the doctor said? How was she supposed to take part of herself away from her? “Stay,” was all she said, ever so quietly, “just for a bit.”

 Sometimes when Anita was with Marley she wondered if she had always been capable of feeling the things she felt around her but had just never let herself before. Before she had met Marley six months ago she couldn’t imagine being this torn up over someone getting injured. But as she laid there beside her newfound partner, her body ached as if the injuries were her own. “I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.” Maybe she was starting to get that whole revenge thing, because she knew that if she was alone in a room with whoever did this to Marley right now, venom would be coursing through their veins. 

#chatzy #chatzy: anita #wickedswriting #anita #tw head injury #faded

[murasaki-murasame]

Thoughts on Fruits Basket 2019 2nd Season Ep8: “It’s The Truth, Isn’t It?”

In spite of my worries about if this series might get delayed due to the whole pandemic situation, it still seems to be chugging along just fine, and with the state of emergency lockdown apparently being lifted in Japan, I think it won’t experience any delays if they haven’t happened already, so that’s nice.

Anyway, this was another really good episode, even if it’s mostly a transitional episode to set up for the big confrontations and drama in the next couple of episodes.

Thoughts under the cut.

As I expected, this episode adapted chapters 60 and 61, and if I’m remembering the manga right then it’s another really faithful adaptation that doesn’t change or remove or add much. Which works just fine, like it did last week, since there’s nothing you need to change here.

With how the pacing’s been going for the beach arc thus far, it’s safe to assume that the next episode will adapt chapters 62-63, and the episode after that will adapt chapters 64-65, so the pacing should stay the same. I thought they might rush through this arc a bit, after how they adapted three chapters in one episode a few episodes ago, but on average this has been about the same as it’s always been.

I still have no idea if/when they’re going to adapt the chapters about Hatori and Mayu though, lol. Definitely not before this arc ends, at least. And since they’re gonna have to change the context and timing of it now that it won’t happen during the beach arc, they could just put it in literally anywhere. I honestly kinda think it might work best if they push it all the way to season 3. If season 2 ends where I think it will, then there won’t be quite as much material left after that as they’ve adapted per season thus far, so pushing some chapters to season 3 would help fill it out to being the same length as the first two seasons. Plus it’s pretty much the end of Hatori’s development arc, from what I remember, so it’d make sense to have it happen closer to the end of the series.

Anyway I really liked this episode, but there’s not a whole lot to say about it, since most of it’s just more developments with Yuki and Kyo in different ways, and I think I’d just be repeating what I said last week if I talked much about it, lol.

The stuff with Rin was nice, though. The anime’s really doing a good job of capturing her intense personality with the visuals and voice-acting. Although the way that her horse form is drawn is still kinda hilarious to me. The combination of realistic horse anatomy mixed with anime pretty girl hair and eyes is really jarring.

I still wish the story did a bit more to explore the whole situation with her living with Kagura’s family, but that’s not really an issue with the anime. I honestly keep forgetting about it, since I feel like this is one of the few times it’s ever mentioned.

The whole scene with her and Kagura is basically just setting up for the Kagura-focused episode we should get a few episodes after the beach arc ends, so I’ll just wait and talk about it then.

Also, Tohru immediately becoming a disaster bi whenever Rin’s around is extremely good, lmao.

Maybe I’m just biased since I’ve never been a huge fan of his character in general, but I feel like Yuki’s almost aggressive princeliness and confidence in this episode was a little obnoxious. It’s not like it’s any different to the manga, though. I think part of it’s just that it feels like the story is trying to have it’s cake and eat it too by commenting on the forced and shallow nature of Yuki’s whole princely attitude, while still using it as genuine fanservice and ship-tease. Just because they don’t get together doesn’t mean that Takaya and the anime staff didn’t know what they were doing when they made all these scenes of Yuki getting all up in Tohru’s personal space and whispering to her and stuff, lmao.

On the note of his content in this episode, I don’t really get why there’s any confusion or disagreements about how they translated his use of ‘oresama’ as ‘someone better than you’. It’s a pretty literal and accurate translation, and it doesn’t sound too unnatural in English. I think maybe some people don’t realize that even in Japanese he’s straight up just being arrogant and condescending because he’s annoyed at Kyo.

Along those same lines, I’m still surprised by how many people just don’t seem to grasp the concept of Akito being an abuser, and the Somas not being able to go against her. On the one hand, yes there’s complicated supernatural stuff going on with them, but on the other hand the Soma family is literally just an abusive cult. I think some anime-only people might be thinking too hard about it because they know there’s supernatural elements tied into it that haven’t been fully explained yet, but it’s pretty straight-forward at the end of the day.

Anyway, aside from all that, Kyo didn’t get a whole bunch of focus in this episode since that’ll be what the next episode focuses on, but I’ve still always liked the part where he explains what the history of his beads are. I don’t thin kit comes up again after this arc, but it’s a neat expression of how the cat spirit in general is a very literal shackle that Kyo has to live with.

I don’t usually comment on the visuals and art direction and stuff, but it’s really cool to me that the anime staff are clearly making a conscious effort to gradually depict Yuki and Kyo as getting physically older as the series goes on. I feel like sometimes it leads to some shots that look a bit stiff, since it comes across like the animators don’t entirely have it pinned down, but it’s nice.

I’ve seen some people say that the animation in this episode was worse than usual, but I didn’t really notice, outside of a couple of shots. There were still lots of moments that I thought looked really nice, though. There were probably some genuine production issues going on with this episode, though, since it’s listed as having over 25 animation directors compared to the usual 5 or so, which is probably why there would have been some slight differences in how certain scenes looked.

Either way, I’m really excited for the next episode, since it’s where the beach arc gets even more serious and heavy than it’s already been, and all sorts of concrete character development and progress start happening. I’m curious to see how they animate certain scenes, but we’ll see how it all goes next week.

#murasaki rambles #fruits basket

[lovelycevans]

bucky barnes - 1930s

y/n/n = your nickname

fem! reader

swearing, blood, and guns

2175 words

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1936

age 16

waiting for your twin brother steve to come home all battered up with cuts and bruises late at night wasn't a surprise.

when he wasn't home for dinner that was when you'd sit by the fire and wait for him.

you were always the one to fix him up after getting beat up.

today you thought was no different, after dinner, you sat down in front of the fire, knitting a scarf for steve since he had a knack for getting himself sick when you heard the familiar sound of footsteps on the front balcony, you had simply gotten up and went to grab the medical kit.

walking into the salon and seeing your brother with his best friend half-conscious, may I add, was a little bit of a shocker to you.

"oh finally" steve heaved, james had a hand across his back and was, like I said only half-conscious, but he looked up at you and flashed a smile, blood pooling in his mouth.

"what happened?" you had said rushing over to the two boys, grabbing james by the arms and forcing him into the bathroom.

"steve bring a chair here will you?" you said pushing james onto the counter, he's much too tall for you to reach his face, even while sitting down.

a moment later steve appeared in the doorway with a dining room chair in his arms, his face almost turning purple, with the heavy chair.

"now steve will you tell me what happened?" you asked once again while examining james's face before pushing him into the chair.

"he got into a fight, three against one may I add, held his weight for a while but eventually started getting a bit sloppy" steve stated standing in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe.

you had started cleaning the blood of his face, lips pursed.

he wouldn't take his eyes off of your face while you were cleaning his face.

"this might sting," you said lightly putting a pad with some special cleaner made so cuts won't get infected. he hissed when it came in contact with the cuts on his face, flinching away.

you had just placed your hands on your hips.

"do you want help?" you asked with a sharp tone.

"fine, fine doll, just get it over with," james said coming back to his original spot, behind him, steve had raised his eyebrows, looking at his best friend and sister, james made eye contact with him.

he had just rolled his eyes.

"shut up steve" james called at steve. you had furrowed your eyebrows and had grabbed james's jaw.

"don't move" you had ordered, putting bandages on the cuts, once again james's eyes were locked on your face.

"hey y/n is there any leftovers?" steve asked.

"yeah, there should be enough for the both of you, today we had potatoes, peas and chicken by the way" you answered staring attentively at a cut on james's lip.

around 25 minutes later you were finished. you washed your hands and James just sat there staring at you.

"will you be staying the night james?" you asked.

"I told you doll, call me bucky," he said standing up, coming over to the sink. "and yes, if that's ok with you"

you had just rolled your eyes, drying your hands at his nickname.

"it's fine with me but you should ask steve, and where did 'bucky' come from james?" you questioned walking out of the bathroom, he trailed after you like a lost puppy slouching.

"James 'buch'anan barnes, y/n/n, buch goes to bucky," he said with a slight smirk, he knew you hated that nickname.

he had followed you to the kitchen, where steve was eating some dinner at the counter, turning in his chair as you entered the kitchen, james went to sit beside steve while you finished doing the dishes.

a couple of minutes later you have finished the dishes and the two boys were finished their dinner.

"now if you'll excuse me, im going to bed, you should too, we have school tomorrow." you stated drying your hands with a washcloth.

james's eyes followed you out of the room after you left, steve had started chuckling.

james's eyes looked steve up and down, "what's up with you?"

"doll? really?" steve said still laughing, "you are so smitten with my sister" he said with a smile etched across his face.

"w-what! never!" james defended

"mate, chill, i know for a fact she likes you," steve said standing up collecting their plates and putting them beside the washer.

"she does?!" james asked eagerly.

"well... im pretty sure she does" steve added.

"come on mate, dont get me winded up like that" james grumbled.

the next day at school

i don't know how school was back then, so i am going with highschool

today you felt like dressing up so you put on your favourite dress, it was a nice dusty rose with flowers on it, you had adored it.

walking in the halls was a fun experience, people stared, as per usual, james was kinda a social icon while you and steve were not.

james had waved several times to other people, you had turned to go to your locker, where your friend, susan banks was waiting for you.

you hadn't even noticed james and steve following you.

susan's eyes widened at james walking with you, she knew he was friends with your brother but didn't know that the two fo you were friends.

james also still had cuts on his face.

"heyyyy doll?" james groaned making his way over to your locker, "what's your first class?"

"biology" you simply stated.

steve piped up before james could answer "I have math"

susan responded "oh same! we should walk together!" at the offering steve blushed, while walking towards the math room.

"you're stuck with me doll, I have biology too" james said slinging his arm over your shoulder

people stared more than ever, you tried to keep your head down but james held his head high, smiling like a maniac.

in-class james sat right beside you at the double desk you have for biology

"may I say y/n/n you look absolutely ravishing today" james stated resting his head on his hand staring at you, your cheek flushed a light pink at his remark, still staring at the board you answered.

"gee thanks james, wish I could say the same for you" you said with a hint of sarcasm.

he puta hand to his heart.

"ouch, y/n, and please, call me bucky" he offered as class was starting.

throughout the class, james would keep his eyes off of you, people noticed that the one and only, bucky barnes was staring at y/n rogers, his best friends sister.

when the bell rang you slipped past james and made a beeline for English class, which you shared with steve.

you had almost crashed right into steve while he was turning a corner looking for you so you two could walk to class together.

"oh my goodness steve! i am so sorry!" you said steadying  his shoulders.

"I'm good, I'm good!" he piped up,

you both started walking towards English class.

"soooo how was biology with bucky?" steve asked with a suggestive tone.

"it was fine, bit of a starer but other than that, it was fine"

steve raised his eyebrows

"he was staring at you?"

"yep"

steve suppressed a smile.

"not surprised. he has the biggest crush on you" steve said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"what!" you said stopping from walking, cheek a furious red, "he does not!"

once again steve just raised his eyebrows and kept on walking.

lunch

lunch was a fun time, you sat with susan and steve, who passed flirty remarks back and forth, so your eyes just wandered over the lunchroom and they landed on Annabelle Rusnak, a pretty, rich blonde girl flirting with james.

it looked as though he was flirting back, your heart sank, you should've never gotten your hopes up.

you stared at the scene, you were pretty good at reading lips so you could see james calling her doll.

to be honest you kinda liked the nickname, it was sweet, but now it had lost its meaning.

you had adverted your eyes when he looked your way, staring right in front of you, pretending to zone out.

"hellloooo?? earth to y/n?" susan said waving her hand over your face.

"yes?" you answered slowly reconnecting back into the world.

"are you ok? you were zoning out?" susan asked with a concerned look on her face.

"oh yeah I'm fine" she didn't look convinced, but kept on eating.

when the bell rang for everyone to get ready to go back to class, once again you had stood straight up and made a beeline for your locker.

"hey doll" a firmilar voice rang in your ear.

"will you stop calling me that?" you asked with a sharp tone, not missing a beat.

he looked taken aback.

"o-oh okay" he stuttered.

he stood beside your locker before saying, "I should go"

after school

you were sitting on your bed doing homework when you heard two familiar voices in the room beside yours, you knew eavesdropping was impolite and rude, but you didn't care, you put your ear to the wall and listened.

"I think I really like her" you thought was james

"who?" steve asked, "you have girls left and right waiting for you, which one?" he asked with a chuckle

"Annabelle of course!"

your heart fell again, tears started to well up in your eyes. you needed some air.

you left your room, grabbing your coat and decided to go for a walk to the library.

"mom! dad! I'm going to the library!" you yelled closing the front door.

at the library you someone you didn't expect to see, Zachary Fluterson.

you had always thought he was cute, he was pretty popular, but also very sweet, he loved to read which you admired.

upon your entry he looked up, his cheeks flushed a red colour then he immediately looked back at his book.

you walked towards the human anatomy section, you had always liked to read about the human body, and its mysteries, you wanted to be a doctor.

you had settled down on a couch near where Zachary sat at a table, a couple of minutes later he came over to you.

"um h-hi," he said with his hand behind his back standing in front of you.

"hi" you replied back

"I'm Zach"

"I know, we go to school together, you're in my math class"

"oh yeah, uh, I was wondering if, um, maybe you wanted to maybe, go to a film together?" he said head down, fidgeting with his fingers.

you slightly raised your eyebrows, when he saw that you did that he started talking again.

"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I just always thought you were pretty! I'm so sorry" he said walking away.

"no wait!" you said standing up and grabbing his arm. "i would love to go to a film with you"

"really?"

"yeah! you're pretty too" you added with a smile.

he smiled back.

"um, its pretty late and dark, mind if i walk you home?" he asked

"i would like that"

on the walk home you talked about anything and everything, it was nice, when you and him made it to the doorstep, you both stopped.

"thanks for walking me home"

"no problem"

"can we talk about the details for the movie tomorrow?"

"sure"

you smiled and walked inside, closing the door, then leaning on it, sighing.

"where were you?" steve questioned sitting on the couch with james

"at the library"

"who was that?" james asked

"nobody"

"pretty sure that was somebody" steve chimed

"fine, it was Zachary Fluterson"

steve started laughing, you scowled and started walking towards your bedroom, taking off your coat, steve got up and jogged over to you, james following him.

"what were you doing with Zachary?" james asked quietly

"well he asked me to a film, then walked me home" you said walking into your room then closing the door

steve looked to james who had his eyebrows furrowed, they then walked back into the salon.

"james, are you staying for dinner?" Mrs.Rogers asked James.

"oh no mrs.rogers I should get going now"

"bye bucky" steve said walking him out.

on james's walk home he realized something.

he was in love with you.

2024

Age 40

bucky woke up in a cold sweat recounting the events that occurred 80 years ago, little did he know y/n rogers was alive.

when steve woke up he did a search to see if his twin sister was alive, he found out that a couple of years after he went into the ice she went missing and her body was found a couple of months later.

fuck hydra

nobody knew that she was in training to be a new winter solider.

wattpad: AnnabethJacksonplz

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #y/n #marvel #1940s #hydra #Steve rogers x reader #wattpad

[rancoeur-the-unfortunate]

Pills (Chapter 20)

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GIR laughed, the little robot sat on the couch watching one of his favorite shows. The Angry Monkey Show of course! In his lap sat his popcorn kernels extra salty, just how he liked them. The little robot always did this when he had a lot of things on his mind. However, because of how scattered his mind was, it was hard to grasp onto a singular thought. So instead he'd rather distract himself with the TV.

One of those scattered thoughts was about his master. He had been gone for so long and yet for no known purpose that even GIR was concerned. The little robot could feel himself drift in out of reality, mentally of course. GIR's mind was a weird one, to say the least. If he wasn't careful his thoughts could consume him and all that was left was a sleepy GIR. One could say this was GIR's sleep mode, though he wasn't too sure. Then again, GIR wasn't too sure of most things. Like where did his food go after he ate? 

GIR shook his head turning his attention back to the TV. Suddenly GIR didn't feel like watching it anymore... GIR missed his master. He missed being yelled at for doing the things his master told him not to do. Like bringing stray animals in the house or making unnecessary noise. Now it was just him and the moose and that weird purple-headed human.

When was master going to come back?

It was at this time did GIR wished his inner clock was working properly. He never had a good grasp on time. It seemed useless to him and yet it meant so much to his master. Maybe he should have told his master about his mental clock?

What was he thinking about again?

Did he remove his memory chip again?

Maybe.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang along with several knocks at his door.

Now, what was it his master said about letting people in the base?

Before GIR could think about it, he was already at the door. Already in his dog costume, he opens the door.

"Heya GIR!"

That fun ginger kid, Keef stood in front of him.

"Meow," GIR responded with a smile, hugging the human.

"Yeah yeah, I missed you too Buddy." The ginger hugged him back while patting his head.

"So, have you seen Zim around. I heard he and Dib went somewhere and I was hoping he told you where."

Master never did tell him where he was going so GIR shook his head no.

"Aw, that stinks. I was hoping to find them it's been lonely at skool and I hate to say this about Dib but I have a bad feeling about his intentions."

Keef looks down for a bit but then turns his attention back to GIR.

"You don't think he plans on hurting Zim do you?"

GIR paused. No, he was certain that Dib wouldn't hurt him. Besides GIR was just now finding out that Dib was with his master. Yet, he knew the human wanted to capture his master. Maybe it was a trap set by his master or maybe for his master.

"GIR?" Keef snapped his fingers in front of his face causing the robot to shakes his head in surprise.

"You know maybe we should go looking for Zim. Ya know just to be sure." Keef allowed himself inside one hand on his chin.

"But where would they go GIR?"

He turned to GIR who just stared at him with a look of bewilderment. It was standard for SIR units to have trackers connected to their master's PAC and yet he couldn't think up anyway to get it to work. Maybe Keef could fix it?

Without saying a word the little robot took Keef's hand and took him to the desk elevator.

"Wow. What is this GIR?"

The little robot helped Keef into the lift. Which then sent the teen and GIR into one of the sub labs.

Understandably, Keef's eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"Wait, what is all this?" Keef stopped in his tracks while GIR continued to try to pull him.

Keef may have been dense sometimes but he wasn't downright stupid. This technology wasn't human it couldn't have been or maybe it was and Keef was just being stupid. But now that Keeef thought about it, it did seem plausible. Suddenly, Keef's mind went back to what Dib had been saying all these years.

'Zim's an alien!'

But that couldn't be true, could it? Zim seemed so real, just a weird kid with a skin condition. But slowly it did make a little more sense. Zim's weird mannerisms, his allergies to both water and meat, the fact that he and Dib had it out for each other since the very start.  

"Zim is an alien."

GIR stopped pulling him as if just now realizing that he had pulled the enemy into his masters base.

"Wow." Keef let go of the little robot and wandered around. His eyes were filled with so many shades of reds, purples, and magentas. Keef approached the computer and stared at the strange keyboard.

"GIR did you know about this?" Keef, not looking up, spoke.

"BARK." Came the robotic voice from somewhere behind him.

"It's so weird." Keef being the curious teen he was pressed a random button and by some miracle, the screen lit up. If Keef's eyes were any wider they'd fall right out of his head. The screen was filled with files all explaining Irken anatomy and brief descriptions of medicines Keef had never heard of, surprisingly all in English.

"What was Zim doing down here GIR?"

"Masta was tryin' ta recreate one of uh his pill thingies."

"Pills? So Zim... really was on drugs?" Keef couldn't believe it, to say the least, but he had to. All the evidence was against Zim and yet Keef could feel the denial creeping up his shoulders like insects.

Keef shook his head. He couldn't dwell on such things, he had a best friend to look out for.

"Alright GIR how are we going to find Zim?"

"You don't."

Keef spun on his heels with a shriek. Behind him, just ten feet away stood a girl with purple hair and gothic-like clothes.

"Hey wait, I know you, you're Dib's little sister!"

"Unfortunately for you, that's the case."

"What are you doing down here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm here so I can find my best friend. Right GIR?"

The small robot was currently standing on the wall and nodding his head vigorously.

"Well give up then. Zim and Dib are hiding right now."

"Hiding? Why?"

"Pssh. Like I'd tell you."

"Why not?" Keef was getting tired of this.

"Because what if someone follows you, you moron. What if you give away their position?" Gaz had her arms crossed above her chest and had a bored look on her face. 

"Yeah? Well, what if that insane brother of yours does something to Zim?!"

Gaz uncrossed her arms, hands curling into fists.

"Shut up Keef you don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh don't I?! How many times has Dib tried to hurt Zim huh? How many times has he tried to expose him to the world like some kind of freak?!"

"He wouldn't be too far off."

At that Keef snarled. How dare she insult Zim like that.

"You take that back! Zim is amazing and to even insinuate otherwise is proof of how much of a jealous. incompetent, loser you are!"

At that, Gaz raised a brow and smiled a bit before cracked up laughing. Keef couldn't believe this, all this time he'd never heard so much of a giggle from the girl and now she was laughing at him. Her laugh, dear god, her laugh was the most terrifying thing he had ever heard. He was like a crows caw mixed with a raccoon's screech and it made Keef's blood boil. 

With that in mind, Keef charged her whilst screaming hoping to end her horrible muse. However, as soon as Keef came within range he was socked, hard. He practically spun in the air before he finally hit the metal floor.

"Computer!"

"What is it?!" The computer sounded as though it had just been woken up and wasn't too happy about it.

"Intruder alert cage him."

"I don't want to!" Came the defiant moody teenager voice.

Gaz rolled her eyes and pulled out a remote from her pocket. The remote only had one red button on it, labeled 'Restart!'.

With the push of the button, the computer's voice shrieked a bit before the light's started flickering before going back to normal.

"Yes, ma'am." The computerized voice seemed to lack all the emotion it once possessed and instead seemed to be nothing but an empty husk.

With that, robotic arms came out from the floor and ceiling, grabbing the now unconscious Keef and throwing him into a nearby cage.

GIR, now done with his nodding finally noticed Gaz and ran over. Grabbing her legs, and pulling her into a hug.

"Ugh. Computer, make sure Keef stays in that cage. We can't risk him escaping."

"Yes, ma'am."

Gaz smirked and turned around to head deeper into the base.

"Wait, why bother caging him at all? No one would believe him if he were to tell." The computer inquired.

"I know, but fuck that guy."

Minnimoose floated around the lower levels of the base, barking order after order to the computer to as she tried her best to install the new upgrades to the base's defenses. Carrying things had quickly become a challenge due to her nubby arms. So she could hold small things like wires, nuts, and bolts with her antlers. But that was just about it. 

"Mie meh ge mh yu me!" The moose barked.

"I'm tired!" The computer complained.

"Mes yu aw geh!"

"I know I'm a computer! But I don't want to do this anymore!"

Minnimoose was starting to regret giving Gaz that Restart Remote she needed it right now.

"WE GY MEH MAS!" The moose glared at the ceiling, knowing the computer was watching her.

"I know this is for Master! I don't care!" The computer raised its artificial voice.

Gaz came down the elevator, juice box in hand, and GIR in tow.

"Sup Moose. Robot giving you a hard time?"

The moose let out a squeak, which by now was a sigh.

"Yu."

GIR ran out of the elevator and up the wall to the ceiling there he knelt and screamed,

"HI COMPUTER!"

The computer let out an annoyed sigh.

Gaz stood beside Minnimoose.

"What are you trying to build?"

"Muu mo we."

"Huh sounds kinda cool." Gaz shrugs and presses the Restart button on the remote causing the computer to, like before, shriek, shut down, and power back on. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

With that, the computer went back to work on the upgrades.

Minnimoose let out a 'sigh' of relief.

"Mas we by saf."

"Yeah, with these upgrades. He better be."

"Uh, Doctor I have a few questions about this whole... plan of yours." Tallest Purple raised his hand.

The Tallest along with the Doctor and few other top-ranked Irkens were sat around a round table discussing the plan for getting Zim back on his pills. 

The said Doctor let out a sigh.

"Yes, my Tallest?" He tried his best not to lace every word with venom. The Doctor did not like being questioned.

"How do you plan on capturing Zim? You have read his file right? He's got more luck than any other being in the galaxy!"

"Yeah, we've tried to destroy him countless times and every time he always seems to evade the danger." Tallest Red added.

"That's simple. We'll set a trap for him. Zim's withdrawal should be going into full swing soon a few pills could be the perfect bait and if that doesn't work we'll just try something else."

"Something else? Like what?" Red asked.

"Oh I don't know, a personal item, a pet, a friend, a lover, etc, etc." The Doctor droned.

"Well there's always that big-headed child Zim is always fawning over," Red suggested.

"Yeah, just the other day Zim always talks about that big-headed kid. What did he call him?... Did or somethin'?"

"No no, Dib." Red corrected.

"Yeah, that's right, Dib."

The two now done with their mini conversation turned back to the Doctor. 

"Also how to plan to keep him locked up long enough to get him back on his medication."

"My Tallest, Zim may be able to escape your greasy fingers, sure. But he won't get passed mine." The Doctor's voice went deeper near the end of the sentence.

The Tallest looked at each other, then back to the good Doctor.

"Greasy?" Purple asked as if he didn't understand what the Doctor just said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tallest Red put his hands to his hips.

"Oh, nothing my amazing and all-knowing Tallest." The Doctor quickly bowed and motion for one of the foodservice drones to approach. He cupped his hands and gave his Tallest a little smile.

"Care for some confectionary?"

"Yes, please!" Tallest Purple immediately dove into the food.

"Heeeey If I didn't know any better I'd say you were just trying to distract us- oh they've got cupcakes." Tallest Red tried to but in before being drawn in by the sweet treats.

The Doctor continued to smile as his Tallest gorged themselves. He then turned to the rest of the group his smile a lot more sinister.

"Now then. Shall we begin?"

Zim sat up suddenly gasping for air he gripped his sleeping bag in a death grip as he starred forward. Beside him, Dib awoke, rubbing his eyes before sliding his glasses on.

"What is it, Zim? Another memory?"

"No Dib. A realization." Zim replied solemnly while sweat fell from his skin.

"Oh? What is it then." Dib sat up and turned to face the alien.

"I haven't contacted my Tallest in Days! They must be worried sick!" Zim gripped the sides of his head in panic.

"What?! Worried?! Zim, you do know they don't care about you right?"

That was the wrong thing to say because a second later Zim was on top of Zim with his claw gripping the front of his shirt.

"Don't you ever say such things about the almighty Tallest pathetic Dib worm!"

Dib eyes went wide before he glared back to the alien. He grabbed Zim's arms and forced him to let go and back off.

"Why are you defending them, after everything they've done to you?!"

"No those were only nightmares they aren't real." Zim put his hands to the side of his head and shuts his eyes tight as if the block out the noise.

"Wow, that Ventive really is strong."

Zim pauses and looks to Dib lowering his hands.

"What's... Ventive."

"It's one of the many ingredients that come in those little pills you care so much about Zim."

"What?! How do you know what's in my medication?!" Zim was shaking from both rage and fear.

"Tak's ship told me everything Zim. It also told me what each ingredient does to you. Ventive, for example, is what makes you so damn loyal to those deranged lunatics. It's a drug Zim, don't you ever wonder why the Tallest treat you so badly? It's because they know, no matter what horrible things they say or things they make you do, you'll always bounce back and be that good little Irken. They don't care about you Zim. I'm sorry... but they just don't."

Dib fell silent, he was prepared for Zim's backlash. He was prepared for Zim to scream about how wrong Dib was and how the Tallests love him ever so much. What he wasn't prepared for was Zim's quiet voice.

"Do you really think that's true?" Every word Zim spoke was laced with a false hope that maybe Dib was just telling a human joke but the longer he waited the more he realized.

Zim's lips we pulled into a thin line as his eyes drifted downward. He looked like he was going to cry.

"Uh, Zim are you ok?" Dib could feel the concern slashing onto his face like a bucket of paint.

Zim wiped his eyes into his face.

"Do they not care about Zim?" He sniffled.

Dib let out a sigh and told it to him straight, Zim deserved that much.

"No, they don't."

Zim nodded and wiped his eyes again. Dib could see the beginning of tears in the Irken's eyes.

"So they have been drugging me... and all those dreams did happen."

"I guess so." Dib took Zim's hand in his own.

"But, it's ok now Zim. You're not taking those pills anymore. You're getting better and soon you might even get your memories back." Dib smiled reassuringly at the alien hoping that Zim would at least feel a little bit better.

The Irken went silent for a bit.

"I... need some time to think, human." Zim stood and left the tent.

Dib couldn't explain why but for some reason the tent felt a lot colder after Zim left.

(Wasn't Enter the Florpus just great?!)

#invader zim #Pills #Zim #Dib #Gaz #Minnimoose #Gir #Keef #The Tallest #confessions

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Ruby Red and Caramel Ch 10: Caramel

Summary: Momo is a hero; Katsuki gets another chance. They go home.

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: some blood mentioned but all medical. Also... last chapter? :) if i get another episode of hyperfocus I’ll upload the epilogue soon!

“Why the hell are we doing this to ourselves?! Aggh!”

Tetsutetsu is the one who yells this against the chilly night outside of Momo’s apartment, where he and Yosetsu and Itsuka are having a break. It’s a highly improper thing to do in such a quiet neighborhood and Yosetsu tells him off for it. Momo, however, is inclined to agree with his sentiment.

It’s hard not to. All they’ve done the entire year was to study, up until finals, where they studied harder than they ever knew they could.

“’Cause we want to help people. Make a difference and all that,” Itsuka supplies without any of her usual vim and vigor. The usually upbeat redhead is all but drained of her positivity studying mutation-quirk anatomy.

Tetsutetsu makes a frustrated noise again before dropping on the concrete like a block of metal. “Yeah, I know I know, but it’s so hard to think of that when all we do is study our asses off!!! It doesn’t make me feel like I can help people, it just makes me feel like I might be too dumb to be a doctor!”

“You have a point,” Yosetsu deadpans, earning him a stern glare from Momo and a big-handed slap from Itsuka. “Hey, I’m agreeing with the first part of his statement!… and only just a little bit of the dumb part.”

Another slap rings throughout the night. Tetsutetsu doesn’t seem that offended though. He might be too much of a sport, or just too tired, or both.

Momo takes this opportunity to chime in, “But you know, it’s times like this where I wonder what it would be like if we didn’t go to medical school.”

Her three friends eye her in curiosity, Yosetsu especially. “You’re thinking about your middle school fantasy again, Momo?” he says teasingly.

She smiles at him with a shrug. “Don’t you?”

Itsuka chuckles at that. “Yeah, definitely. I think everyone does from time to time.” She stretches her hands up above her and stares at them in interest. “I wonder what my life would be like if I had pushed through going to UA instead of Shiketsu GS? Would I be a distinguished pro-hero right now?”

Without missing a beat, Tetsutetsu shouts with a grin, “Of course you would, Kendo! And I definitely would be Battlefist’s biggest fanboy!!! I’d be your fanclub president!”

“You’re already Battlefist’s biggest fanboy,” Yosetsu says flatly, as Itsuka giggles with a blush.

“But you’re onto something there, Yaoyorozu!” Tetsutetsu swings his fists meaninglessly into the air in front of him, making it sound. “I thought a lot about bein’ a pro too! Still think of it, even though it’s too late for us since we’re old and all. But it kinda freaks me out sometimes, y’know… I mean, it ain’t exactly a safe job and all. We could break our necks out there, or worse!”

Yosetsu nods sagely at that. “Yeah… being a pro ain’t a joke. Remember that thing that happened when we were in middle school? The one with All Might?”

“Yes, I imagine everyone does,” Itsuka says, her ponytail bobbing as she nods. “That’s what stopped me from applying in the first place. From the start, Mom and Dad were iffy about me going to heroics, but… I mean, if that terrible thing could happen to a kid and All Might himself, even with all the heroes around...”

They fall silent, as if to reminisce collectively on the events that happened. When All Might saved that child and all the consequences happened, everyone was exposed to the brutal truth of heroics: that heroes are humans who put more than their lives on the line, and sometimes heroes can’t be saved.

And with so little heroes, who is there left to stand up for the rest of them? Times like this, Momo wishes that she stood her ground into going to UA even more. With all due humility, she thinks she would have been a good hero. People need a versatile quirk like hers, and she thinks that she is competent enough to make so many things to help them…

An alarm sounds from her phone, signalling the end of their break. The four of them collectively groan.

“Well, that’s about it for our flashback scene,” Itsuka says, dragging a protesting Tetsutetsu by the arm to the apartment. Momo and Yosetsu follow, with him putting an arm around her and her leaning her head against his shoulder.

Perhaps noticing her exhaustion or her sudden glumness, he rubs a hand comfortingly over her shoulder. “You’ll be saving people one day too, Momo. So don’t look so down.”

“You think so?”

He nods, obviously tired but very confident. “Definitely. You won’t be a pro, but you’re gonna be someone’s hero one day.” And then, with a teasing grin, he adds, “And you don’t need to traipse around in a hot red bathing suit to do it, either. Not that I mind that wardrobe in particular, but--”

“Yosetsu. ”

He laughs and sticks out his tongue, the teasing grin on his mouth not going away.

They spend the next few hours cramming medical knowledge in their head, until one by one they drop on the floor, asleep and practically dead to the world.

 *

 The operating room is emptier than it’s ever looked, and it disorients Momo at first. Besides her and Katsuki, only Dr. Kayama the anesthesiologist and a lone nurse who goes in and out of the operating room, obtaining all the tools they need. Apart from that, the patient being tended to by Dr. Midnight, as she’s called sometimes, are the only living beings in the usually crowded room.

Gloved hands up, Katsuki looks across her, ruby red eyes burning intensely between cap and mask. “Ready when you are, doc.”

Momo nods. “Let’s do this.”

All of their patients are victims of the attacks on the three districts infiltrated by the Nomu who suffered from head trauma. Some cases are harder and more complicated than others because of quirks that make the structures of their skulls, skin, and even the anatomy of the brain different.

“Quirk suppressants running, Dr. Yaoyorozu.” Dr. Kayama, despite the looming emergencies they have lined up, looks utterly confident. Years and years of experience makes her look like she would do no wrong.

Momo wishes she can smile the way she is right now. It’s only the first patient and already the self doubt creeps at the back of her mind. At the first cut of the skin, at the first drip of blood seeping from the line, her hand freezes.

She doesn’t know how long she stares at the cut, but Katsuki snaps her out of it with a bark of her name and a glare of ruby eyes. “Focus,” he says in the fierce and gentle way that only he can do. “You know what to do next.”

And Momo realizes that he’s right. The freezing happens once or twice more, and each time Katsuki’s voice gets her out of the fog. She doesn’t know how she manages it, but they manage through the operation in an hour and thirty minutes.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

They look at the scans and the cases with Dr. Kayama and Kendo, who goes in and out of the OR and makes sure everyone is all right. As they set up for the next operation, Katsuki urges her to eat something, even though the adrenaline in her bloodstream doesn’t let her feel hungry.

The next operation starts. Momo’s thin hands getting more acquainted to the feel of the drill. The self-doubt is there, but it’s easier to ignore the voice this time as her movements become more practiced, more confident. Katsuki is focused and silent, quick to do what he needs to do on the field without being told.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

Momo wrings her hands, making sure that they’re steady. They’re thin outside of the surgical gloves, and pale. Katsuki forces another rice ball into her, and scrubs in for the next case.

They operate again. The drill cuts through bone and makes a great noise that reverberates through the haze in her head.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

They’re in there for a half day or more. Momo isn’t sure. They try to get the operations done under two hours at a time. There’s a lot of them though. Momo knows; she saw the people thrown by the monsters, crushed by debris, caught in between the pro’s fights or the other civilians desperately evacuating through narrow sidestreets. Shinsou tells them that he and Dr. Aizawa are transferring as many emergency cases as they can to the other hospitals, but it’s difficult because of all the damages in the roads. There isn’t much to that could be done to the massive influx of patients.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

“Momo,” Katsuki calls out.

She’s midway into cauterizing through skin. Momo tries to tell her hands not to shake so much. No, not now, not while they’ve just started.

She will do more harm than good with this knife in her hand. Closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. “I need a moment.”

The digital clock on the other side of the room reads 02:05. She doesn’t know if it’s AM or PM. The numbers don’t mean much anymore.

She feels a gloved hand over hers. Katsuki stares at her meaningfully. There’s fatigue there, but not the slightest bit of doubt.

“I got this,” is all he says.

Quietly he takes the tools from her hands and gives her the handfuls of gauze in his hands. There are many reasons why she should stop him from doing this--he isn’t affiliated with this hospital. Best Jeanist will take the brunt of the responsibility if he makes a mistake, at the risk of both their licenses. He hasn’t done surgeries for a year or so, except when he stitched up Endeavor’s neck earlier and saved his life.

She doesn’t even know if he’s done this before. If he knows this type of procedure apart from reading books or watching what Momo has done all day.

But all Momo has to do is to look at Katsuki, his fiery gaze, his steady hands, the way his body pulses in pure determination. And she realizes that she can trust him on this, with all her heart.

So she does.

The laser-focus look in his eyes, the same one he had earlier, comes back. His hands move precisely, every minute motion with a purpose, without an ounce of hesitation. When he speaks because he needs something done it’s in his usual bark, but more concise, leaving no room for confusion.

They eventually close the patient up without further problems. Katsuki doesn’t look like he did his first neurosurgery after so long. When Kendo comes in he tells her exactly what needs to be done for the patient without any unnecessary fanfare.

One patient goes out…

Time passes; Dr. Kayama keeps telling them to rest, but Katsuki and Momo keep refusing. “No matter what happens, this is the last patient we’re operating on, for heaven’s sake. I’m not as young or as fired-up as you two,” she says, brandishing her fuzzy pen like a whip.

Katsuki replies to this with a precise, totally impolite tch. “We gotta keep goin’ as long as there are patients coming in, old hag.”

Her brow twitches in offense at this. She looks like she has half a mind to sedate him, but luckily Kendo comes in and tells them good news. “We transferred the remaining emergency cases out, and we have no urgent need to operate on anyone right now. Nice job, you two.”

Dr. Kayama sings a brief hallelujah and tells them that she’s going to sleep in one of the rooms outside. Meanwhile, Kendo tells the two of them to sit on the floor while she gives them updates on the world outside.

Momo obliges, and only feels then how sore her feet and lower back are. The floor isn’t or comfortable by any means, but it feels heavenly after hours and hours of standing up. Katsuki falls in next to her.

“I can’t believe you two took on so many cases after fighting out there,” she tells them. “Actually, everyone really pushed themselves today… Honenuki and Todoroki and Amajiki-senpai. Tetsu and the other guys from ortho. Even Shishida and Tsuyu-chan found a way from the blocked streets to get to the hospital and went straight to OR and just operated until the patients stopped coming.”

“What the fuck else are we supposed to do, Dr. Ponytail #2? This fuckin’ hospital is lucky that a lot of us are still standing after all those fuckin’ Nomu tried killing us all,” Katsuki snarls without volume or vitriol. Kendo laughs softly, apparently too tired to do anything else but to accept her new nickname. 

“I dunno. All of you are on the verge of collapse, but are too stubborn to stop and rest. I mean, it’s heroic and all, but it’s pretty reckless, yeah?”

Kendo is one to talk. Momo heard talks of her and Tetsutetsu volunteering to transport much needed blood products via motorcycle while the Nomus were still ravaging the streets. She looks like she hasn’t had a moment to close her eyes since then, nor does it look like she intended to rest at all before this. Maybe this is the first moment she’s had to sit down too. 

The orange-haired doctor sighs with a tired smile. “It’s been twenty-seven hours since the code, did you know that?”

Twenty-seven hours. Maybe that’s why the room looks sideways and a little unfocused.

“... Yaoyorozu?”

She decides then that Katsuki’s shoulder is a really nice place to rest her head, although she feels the stiffness of it when he shifts to put his arms around her as if to support her.

“‘M fine, Kendo-san,” she says. Or she tries to. She probably didn’t speak clearly enough, because her orange-haired friend doesn’t look like she understands what she says very well. “You were saying?”

The sturdy thing she’s leaning against--it’s Katsuki, of course, she knows it’s him, even though for some reason she can’t raise her head to look at him or confirm his presence just now--breathes deeply and shudders with the movement. “Doesn’t matter, Momo. Just stay there, all right?”

“That’s right.” She sees Kendo go sideways too, teal eyes fluttering closed. She should tell her friend that the floor’s not a cushion and she should find a better place to rest, but she can’t tell her otherwise because they’re eye-to-eye and it means that they’re in the same place after all. “Y’know… it’s a good idea if we stay here for a bit, right?... rest and all. Bakugou-kun, it’s fine if Momo and I are like this, right?”

“Mm.” The surgery suite’s floor isn’t that dirty, but definitely isn’t designed for anyone to take a  nap on. Still, never has an idea sounded better to Momo. She knows she needs to shift her body this way or that way so her neck doesn’t strain or her back doesn’t get any more sore, but her arms don’t want to move. Her eyes don’t want to open. Her mouth doesn’t want to protest, not even when she feels something shift beside her and do the moving for her, leaving her curled up on the floor in what is probably an undignified heap.

She’s already dreaming by the time she’s wrapped in warmth and lifted to somewhere that makes her feel like she’s floating.

 *

 She wakes up from a dreamless sleep to softness and warmth and sunlight streaming through the windows.

She tries to rub her eyes, but feels something taped to the back of her hand. Flexes and stretches her fingers, feels the soreness of sleepiness as she does. She sees the line pierced through her skin, the bottle hooked to it. She wonders how she got there and who carried her there until she sees a head full of sandy blonde hair snoozing peacefully over the side of her bed.

She wants to smile for his presence, and frown as well--the IV line with the sugar solution flowing through it must be his doing. Really, she knows that she needs to rest after everything that’s happened, but he may be going a bit overboard.

He of all people needs sleep more than anyone, yet he’s doing it in such an uncomfortable and inefficient position. Still, he does so soundly, face relaxed as if secure, in the way that Momo loved to see.

Still, he should really take care of himself first and foremost. He of all people deserved to sleep on a bed after all that’s happened There’s room on the hospital bed for one more person. Even though it’s technically against protocol, she’s sure that Hosu Gen will let them sleep side by side, just this one time.

She runs a hand through deceptively soft blonde strands.

He sighs at the touch. It doesn’t take long before he’s already sitting up and blinking himself awake.

Bleary red eyes search hers. The natural scowl is on his face, but without the usual lion-like fierceness behind it. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he rasps out.

“Good morning, Katsuki.” She watches him for a while, allowing a small smile to form on her mouth as she watches him stretch and rub his eyes more awake. He looks exhausted, but different from the previous mornings they spent together. Calm, for some reason. “Is this your doing?”

He smirks as she holds up her hand with the IV line. “You don’t have any fat left on the rest of yer skinny ass. Gotta make sure you don’t die from the crash. Geez, you fuckin’ doctors really can’t take care of yourselves, huh?”

She raises one eyebrow at him. “You have some nerve, Bakugou Katsuki. Have you rested at all since...”

Wait, how long has it been already since she slept on the floor? Her sense of time gets challenged every now and then thanks to sleepless hospital shifts, but not to this extent. She fumbles for her phone on top of the side table and frowns. “... is this correct?”

Because if her eyes do not deceive her, it’s been three days since the Nomu attack; twenty seven hours spent in the operating room, and the rest of the time she spent knocked out cold, apparently.

Katsuki stretches and grunts in agreement. “Yeah… actually, most of you just slipped in a fuckin’ coma at the same time. Ponytail 2 did say that all of us fought with our quirks to get to the hospital, so it figures that we’d all crash since our bodies ain’t used to that kinda strain.”

Katsuki looks at her then, making her follow suit. She hasn’t had a chance to look at herself closely during the height of their operations, but it’s clear now how she’s literally skin and bones and on the verge of breaking apart. 

How hideous. Suddenly self-conscious of her appearance, she covers her front with two thin arms. “I suppose you’re right. It was really reckless of us to act like heroes when we weren’t. We really put ourselves in danger, and--”

She stops speaking when Katsuki holds both her hand. She thought he’s been looking at her this entire time, but the way he does it now, with such intensity and emotion, makes her wonder how she hadn’t noticed his eyes the entire time.

“You’re a hero, Momo. One of the strongest ones there is,” he says in such a quiet voice that burns low in the center of her heart, making it catch flame.

You’re a hero, the words echo in her soul. She realizes then how long she longed for someone to tell her these words on a podium, in a ridiculous costume, in front of the most important people in the country.

She never imagined how much more meaningful it is to hear it in this disheveled state, while wearing a hospital gown, in front of one of the most important people in her life. Before she knows it, there are tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes and a smile working its way on her face.

Katsuki huffs, but smiles fondly as the tears flow. One hand rises to cup her face, thumb rubbing against the damp trail on one too-hollow cheek. “And definitely the most beautiful one on the face of this fuckin’ planet. So if you keep lookin’ at yourself like you’re a fuckin’ bog witch, then I’m forced to remind you otherwise.”

Her voice is wet when she giggle-sobs at his ridiculous words. “Remind me again, Katsuki.”

He obliges, and then puts his lips on hers and holds her close, like he means it.

And she knows he does, because his kiss and his touch and his breaths are gentle and soft, subtle and uncharacteristic of him that it’s almost unreal. Oddly enough she’s aware of him, his realness and his presence, the thoughts running through his mind, the throb of his pulse, the blood running through his veins. She feels all of him, and she feels right at home.

Safe and sound.

It only lasts a few moments. When they pull apart, she suddenly doesn’t feel as fragile as she ought to feel.

“That good enough for ya?”

She hums in assent. “I suppose, but you might have to remind me every now and then.”

She swears she isn’t being needy when she links her thin hands with his strong, searing ones. It’s just that she’s sure, more than ever, that she’d like it very much if he stayed right there next to her.

She might truly be falling in-love with him, after all.

(And this might be the first time the words are spoken in her mind so clearly.)

He looks like he has words to say by the way his eyes look soft, but they sharpen in the next second when someone clears their throat behind him.

“Oh. Awase-san. And Midoriya-san?”

How long have they been standing along the doorway like that? She hopes that it isn’t too long, but she thinks it might have been, by how Yosetsu is scowling at Katsuki and how pink-faced Midoriya is.

“What the fuck are you nerds hanging out there like a couple of perverts, huh?” Katsuki growls, but with less bite than Momo expects.

Yosetsu returns his glare, but fortunately looks disinterested in another fight. He points his thumb at the stammering Midoriya and tells them flatly, “I just got here to visit Yaoyorozu. Not sure ‘bout this guy though--looks like he’s been standing outside the door for a long while before I got here.”

“You shitty--”

“Ahh! K-kacchan! It’s not like that!” Midoriya flails helplessly as Katsuki advances, and it looks so comical that Momo barely suppresses a giggle. “I was going to--I mean, Best Jeanist called us both to, um, assist him again just now, but you and Yaoyorozu-san were… Um, I didn’t see anything, but--”

“Holy shit, shut up fuckin’ nerd!” Katsuki looks like he’s a half-step away from straight-out physically assaulting Midoriya, but thankfully he just looks meaningfully at Momo as if to say I’ll handle this and shoves his hands in his scrubsuit pockets. “Is it a fuckin’ emergency? Just go right in and spit it next time already, you damn nerd!”

“S-sorry, Kacchan! Ah, it’s fine, the patient’s on the way up from ER, so anyway let me tell you about the case first…”

The unlikely duo begins to make their way out of the room, inexplicably amicable despite the profanities, as if the past hanging off their shoulders weighed absolutely nothing. Momo watches Katsuki’s back and all his easy confidence and feels more than enough comfort from it.

“So,” Yosetsu says with a lopsided smile, after a moment of silence spent staring after Katsuki’s shadow, “you love him yet?”

Momo’s face instantly warms, her mouth falling open stupidly at his flat, questioning gaze. “I--Awase-san, what are you--”

He sighs in mock exasperation. “So you don’t? What’s that smitten look on your face for, if not ‘cause of that bastard?”

She shakes her head free of her blush. “I--please, don’t call him a bastard, Awase-san. It’s unseemly and unfair, because he’s strong and kind and earnest and--”

“--and you’re in-love with him.”

She puffs her cheeks when he laughs at her undignified sputtering. After she recovers from it, she gives him her best haughty look and clears her throat. “And if I am? It’s… it’s not improper of me to feel this way about him, is it?”

“Of course not.” Yosetsu sits at her bedside and looks at her warmly. “For what it’s worth, Momo… I’m glad you found a guy like him. As weird as it is for me to say.”

He’s as straightforward and sincere as he’s ever been. It’s amusing that he is, and that he isn’t threatening violence for once, considering the subject of their odd conversation. “What do you mean by a guy like him?”

He hums. “Well… It’s not like I liked that guy from the start. He’s the biggest fuckin’ jerk on the get-go, he called you Dr. Ponytail in front of the whole hospital, he looks like he thinks of himself too highly--he’s just as obnoxious as Monoma, for cryin’ out loud, and that’s saying something--and worst of all he pulled that shit with you before…”

It’s funny that he looks like he’s thinking over his words carefully to be considerate as he says one insult after another. Momo would feel offended for Katsuki, but she knows that Yosetsu’s got a point to make at the end of all this.

“… and on top of that, the two of you together is just fuckin’ chaotic. I don’t know what the heck is up with you guys, pulling the shit you did with Endeavor and against those Nomus. You could have died, you know? And if it weren’t for the police being preoccupied during the time, you could both be facing charges for public usage of quirk--”

She flinches and apologizes weakly. Why is he scolding her out of nowhere, weren’t they talking about how Katsuki is good for her? Maybe she should interrupt him now because it is taking him a while to get to the point. 

“But… you know, despite all that, somehow he brought out the best in you, and vice versa.” He finally gives a thoughtful huff and looks at her in the eye. “When I saw you working by his side, I was sure that the you I knew back then is different from the you now. I dunno how, but you’re definitely stronger than before.”

She laughs weakly. “You all say that, but look at me.” She waves her hands briefly, showing off the IV line hooked to her vein.

He looks at her, small and frail in her hospital gown, and doesn’t bat an eyelash. “So?”

She sighs. “I almost died doing those reckless things… I probably caused a lot of trouble as well.”

“But you didn’t,” he says bluntly. “I’d say that’s pretty strong. And the fact that the bastard being with you somehow got those two blockheads to kiss and make-up… I’d say that’s monster-tier levels of amazing.”

She scrunches her eyebrows. “Those two--you mean, Midoriya-san and Katsuki are…”

Yosetsu’s face flashes in annoyance briefly. “Yeah. Dunno what the hell happened since I was also out cold when those two talked, but when I woke up they were already working together and taking on some of the emergency cases with Jeanist.” He leans forward with a look on his face designed to annoy. “So… looks like he’s aspiring to be less of an intolerable asshole? Sounds like love to me, Yaoyorozu.”

The blood returns to her face with a vengeance. Much to her chagrin, he notices this and laughs at her obnoxiously. And he accuses Katsuki of arrogance!

“You’re as annoying as ever, Awase-san,” Momo says, not without affection.

If it’s true though, she’d feel so very ridiculously proud of Katsuki for letting go of his pride and resentment, and she’d have to give in to the impulse to kiss him on his silly face all over. Seems she has a lot of questions to ask of him after all this is over, it seems.

“Well, you got the rest of your lives, I guess?” Yosetsu stands up and stretches. “As for me, it’s enough for me to see that you’re alive and that Kendo and Tetsutetsu have nothing to worry about. Sorry for you, expect some noisy visitors later.”

Speaking of which, hasn’t it been a while since the four of them were in the same room together? Things are so different from medical school, so much more painful than any of them expected, but all of the unexpected changes are worth it.

She smiles warmly at him. “Thanks for visiting, Yosetsu.”

He gives her a lopsided grin and holds her shoulder--a gesture so familiar and affectionate in a different way from Katsuki’s, but not any less valuable.

“Take care, Momo,” he tells her in all sincerity before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

 *

 The operation is simple enough, and after two hours Hakamata leaves the field to write his post-op notes in the chart. It’s not his usual habit to leave closing the operative site to trainees, since stitching shit up is kind of his thing and he’s famously anal when it comes to doing it with such precision as to leave minimal scars, but after responding to the code even the denim bitch must be feeling a tad too tired to do things in his usual annoying way.

It’s about fuckin’ time that the bastard trusted his juniors with these simple tasks, but unfortunately it leaves Katsuki alone with the fuckin’ nerd to close up the drugged little kid’s head together.

He wordlessly takes the lead suturing up the patient, grunting every so often when he needs Deku to do something. The green-haired nerd complies each time, sniffing and shaking like a snotty kid who watched the entirety of The Land Before Time.

What the hell. Who cries when doing surgeries? Katsuki thought that the year without him yelling insults in the background might have been better for the nerd emotionally, but it looks like you can’t outgrow being a fucking crybaby if you’ve been that way all your shitty life.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” he says, as a helpful nurse wipes his tears before they fall in the sterile site. “It’s just.. I can’t believe we’re working together again, it’s been so long, I didn’t think you’d come back, and now you are, and--”

And ain’t it just peachy that Deku’s extra emotional after everything that’s happened. “Shut the fuck up, Deku. We’re still working, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I know, sorry,” he says, still sniffling. “I mean… I really didn’t know what to do earlier, you know. I didn’t mean to do it--I thought you would hate me for it, but I really had to --”

Katsuki’s mouth twitches under his mask. “You mean punching the lights out of the administrator who talked shit to me and told me to get the fuck out or kiss my license goodbye? While wearing a robot suit made by fuckin’ Ingenium’s engineer? While crying like the fucking useless nerd you are?”

He looks like he’s on the verge of another loud nervous breakdown complete with tears that will rival the Niagara falls, but the nerd manages to keep it together. “Y-yeah! I mean--the robot suit thing was just, um… I needed to use it to fight when the Nomus were out there, you know, ‘cause I’m quirkless and they were really strong and the rehab center had a lot of patients in it but--”

If he mutters any more, Katsuki would bark at the circulating nurse to punch the living daylights out of the fucking nerd.

“... anyway, I know you hate it when other people speak for you,” Deku says, not bothering to say that he’s learned it the hard way after all these years, “but at the time, I really had to do it, Kacchan! He was telling you that you were worthless and you had no right to be here and who knows if you can handle the pressure?”

Katsuki snorts. The administrator’s fuckin’ wrong, of course, but he had a point. He only had Jeanist to back him up, but to the rest of them he’s just a general practitioner whose license is expiring next year.

Besides, hearing those things isn’t new--he’s had to listen to iterations of those words from his superiors back in Musutafu, and most of all from himself.

And in a way, he’s had to hear it from shitty fuckin’ Deku, who treated him like he’s a fragile little butterfly who would keel over any given second. Always saying shit like you looked like you needed help, not trusting that Katsuki knew how to take care of himself. It’s very hard to let go of all the built up shame and resentment over the years, but…

“... but I know you! You’re super capable and smart and nobody knew what they were talking about,” the nerd says with a fierce determination. “I mean… you aren’t weak or worthless, Kacchan. You’re totally the opposite of it, and it sucked that no-one listened…”

He never knew how to handle praise from this shitty nerd who says one embarrassing thing after another. If this were a manga he’d have torn his shitty speech balloon to shreds with his fangs, if he had to. Still, this isn’t that type of story, and so he had to settle with a snarl and an insult. “Fucking hell, don’t go around punching people just because they talk shit! Only I get to do that! What kind of idiot are you?!”

It certainly was a shocking sight to see. Katsuki’s aggravated that the nerd just had to decide to grow balls and act out against authority after years of better opportunities and reasons to do so.

(And more aggravating is the tiny part of Katsuki that thinks that it looked fuckin’ badass, tears and all. What the fuck. He’ll never say so out loud.)

“Sorry, Kacchan,” he says for the hundredth time, and it just gets more annoying each time, but he manages to continue the sutures. “I’ll never do that again, promise! I’m just happy that you aren’t as mad at me anymore and you gave me a chance to work with you again.”

They cut the last of the sutures. Katsuki cleans the area briefly before covering it up with gauze. “Don’t get me wrong, shithead. I still can’t stand your guts.”

His voice is quiet when he says this, without the usual piping hot vitriol underlining the words.

“And I’m workin’ with you ‘cos half the workforce is still recovering and we got no choice,” he continues, avoiding how Deku brightens up noticing how not-angry his voice is. Fucking hell. “After this I ain’t operating again. Not like I have any right to.”

Deku looks like he’s about to protest, but a haughty voice beats him to it. “Is that so, Dr. Bakugou? And here I thought you were regaining your conviction once more.”

He jerks violently as Best Jeanist ambles up to them in that usual self-assured way of his, the way that makes him wish that a tornado would come and muss up his stupid 3/4 partitioned hair. “What the fuck did you expect me to do, Denim Fucker? Did ya think I can go back to operating just ‘cause you want me to?”

“Yes,” the bastard replies shamelessly. “More importantly, you seemed like you were on your way back in this world. Am I wrong to assume that this,” he gestures plainly to the patient sleeping underneath the drapes, witless of the life-threatening blood clot they removed over her brain, “is something that you truly wanted to do, and that you did not just merely comply to my selfish wishes?”

Katsuki growls. “Fuck you! I ain’t here just ‘cause your pansy ass ordered me to be here, okay?! I’m here because I belong here!”

And it’s true--he stepped back into this world after a year of avoiding it simply because lives were at stake. He didn’t tell Momo back then, but he was scared shitless when he stood in the almost-empty suite for the first time in a long time. But he got into the groove of things easier and more naturally than he thought, and before he knew it he was taking the scalpel from her shaking hands and doing things he didn’t think he’d ever be doing again.

And, fuck if it didn’t feel like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

It doesn’t matter though. He’s only allowed here because the hospital is desperate, and also because the shitty nerd punched the lights out of anyone who tried to stop him. Still, after things have settled down properly, any self-respecting hospital shouldn’t allow him into an operating room. He doesn’t have enough training, nothing to show for the knowledge and technique he honed for the past years.

It isn’t that fucking simple as this fucker says, and he knows it.

“That’s all I need to know.” Dr. Hakamata’s mouth is obscured behind that ridiculous denim collar, but dare he say it, the crease in his eyes makes it look he’s smiling and not sneering like the world’s prissiest bastard, for once.

Before Katsuki can cuss him out again, the tall doctor flaps a thin folder briefly in front of him and the stunned Deku and drops it at a nearby table. “Application forms,” he explains, when neither of them can think of any coherent words to say. “Get this ready by next week, after which I expect you seven AM sharp in the doctor’s call room the following Monday.”

Katsuki makes a confused sound similar to a cat whose tail is being stepped on and blurts out, “What the f--are you shitting me?! It was pretty clear that Musutafu wasn’t gonna take me back--”

“It can’t be,” stammers Deku, eyes wide. “D-do you mean that they changed their minds?”

“No,” answers Best Jeanist plainly. “But you are being considered for a position as a pediatric surgery fellow here, in Hosu General Hospital with my highest recommendation.”

Bakugou’s jaw is hanging stupidly at this point, but thankfully his face is still covered by a mask.

“You have a lot of questions. We have a lot of details to iron out. I get it.” Jeanist walks closer to him, voice unnervingly gentle and mentoring and it’s enough to disorient Katsuki. “All you have to know at this point is this: as unruly as you and your hair are, Dr. Bakugou, I have a lot of faith in you. You’ve proven that you can help a lot of people, and I would like to give you another chance to get you to the place where you can do that without people telling you that you can’t.”

A hand is placed on his shoulder without hesitation. It’s weird, but that point of contact carries with it a surge of gratitude that his unruly self does not know how to handle.

“Hands off,” he grumbles with a flinch. After rearranging his thoughts and trying not to explode from the sheer confusion of it all, he manages to mumble, “You aren’t just shitting me, right? This chance is real, right?”

Dr. Hakamata, the Fucker Who Believes, shrugs. “All that’s left is for you to take it.”

He leaves the operating room after that. That piece of shit Deku starts to cry again and would have thrown his arms around Katsuki bawling if the blonde didn’t shove him off with another threat. He babbles excitedly about Katsuki being back in action before he volunteers to take care of the patient, you know, so he could work on the forms.

Katsuki leaves without another word, head spinning from lack of sleep and confusion and outright exhilaration and he does not know what to do about all of this. Folder in hand, he wanders the bright hallways of the hospital and somehow makes it to the room he left earlier.

He enters the room and finds Momo sleeping quietly on crisp, white sheets. She’s still thin, the hospital gown loose around her shoulders. IV’s still dripping quietly next to her bed. There’s clutter next to her table: black coffee and flowers and packages of sweets probably brought by her friends, making her look like a proper patient who needs care.

Other than those trifling details, she looks absolutely ethereal as she sleeps. Moonlight falls through glass and onto raven hair and lashes and onto pink lips that his eyes can’t stop focusing on.

He drops on the chair next to the bed, quietly searches for her hand under the sheets. Holds it softly, firmly. Memorizes the shape of it against his.

Is this how it feels like to have things fall into place?

The surge of bothersome things don’t stop. He tries to sleep and finds himself resting his head next to her lovely hand, and inhales her jasmine scent.

 *

 After another twenty-four hours spent entertaining noisy visitors (the noisiest of them being Tetsutetsu, who tells Momo of how he punched Nomus in steel form while riding at the back of Kendo’s Harley-Davidson), eating hearty meals, and holding Katsuki’s hand throughout the night, Momo is officially discharged from Hosu Gen with no other prescriptions than proper rest, a healthy diet, and exercise.

The code has been terminated for more than twenty-four hours now, with enough manpower to run the parts of the hospital not damaged by the attacks. Amajiki-senpai orders Momo to rest at home for another twenty-four hours despite her protests. This time, Katsuki doesn’t fight back and drags her out of the hospital with his best efforts.

The sun hangs low over the city when Katsuki walks Momo back to her home across the street. Along the way, they see Kaminari and Jirou waving from inside the cafe. Besides the missing panes of glass and the repairs going around the street, they work as if nothing happened.

“‘S a miracle they haven’t burned the place down yet,” grumbles Katsuki as he glares at them in acknowledgment.

Momo giggles. “Trust in them. They’ll be running the cafe for you in two weeks, right?”

It’s no exaggeration that her heart feels more than full hearing that Katsuki was offered a position in Hosu Gen, and he accepted it without an ounce of hesitation. She heard of the odd story involving Midoriya-san after it, and even though it involves some violence in their green-haired colleague’s part, she promised herself to treat him to more meat pies from Monoma’s out of sheer gratitude.

“Tch. Might as well say goodbye to it. If that pikashit runs it, it’s goin’ down in no time.” It’s odd, but there’s a certain fondness to the way he says it. Momo knows that he’s leaving his beloved cafe to them with a clear conscience.

In a short while they’ve made it to her building, and into her unit after that. She missed this place; she realizes this the moment she steps in. She missed her couch, her kitchen with her fridge full of take-out, her shower, her bed--

She feels Katsuki’s forehead against the nape of her neck, feels his arms wrap around her torso. Feels the surge of warmth over her skin and all over her, inside out, when he kisses her and breathes words against her skin.

“What was that, Katsuki?” She turns around to look at him.

Once again she’s reminded that he’s here with her--warm, in one piece, breathing. Sense of purpose burning within. Moving forward with her.

Those eyes of his search hers in the sunlight-stained space between them, glinting like precious rubies.

He smiles in that intoxicatingly devilish way of his and puts his mouth over hers, repeating the three words in a murmur that resonates within her very soul. The words come out of nowhere and they surprise her, but she melts into them, melts into him so naturally, continuously learning that she feels the same way, and this is where she belongs.

She understands him and she tells him so, and kisses him back.

Now it feels like home.

-end-

#bakumomo #bakugou katsuki #yaoyorozu momo #ruby red and caramel #bnha fic #what the hell did i actually finish this #skdjf;lksajfgs;alkjgfsa

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Speech Impediment - Chapter 18 (Final)

Ships: remceit, logicality, prinxiety, platonic dlamp

Summary: The end of the school year has come, finals are happening and stress is abundant for each member of their little group. However, the end of the year has also brought on a crushing revelation for Dexter. Remy is leaving for Medical School.

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It was all a mess. The end times had come for them all. They all huddled together in Remy’s apartment, as he had the most space and security and food, and refused to brave the outside. Tempers were shortened, friendships became rocky, and relationships were tested.

It was finals week, and everyone was cramming to get an A in their respective classes. They had all decided to have one massive study group together despite the fact that very few of them shared similar classes. Mostly they’d just read over material and quizzed each other on topics. Or they would just ask Logan for help or questions since he was the most level-headed out of the bunch. 

Virgil and Dexter, who both actually shared a class, poetry, practically locked themselves away in another part of the apartment and hissed when anyone tried to interrupt them. At one point Virgil even threw his pencil pouch at Roman’s face when he wouldn’t stop bothering him, out of frustration. Remy was the only one able to coax Dexter out of the spare room, but only because he offered him studying tips for Anatomy.

But the biggest surprise of it all was the moment when Patton threatened Logan into being his portrait model with divorce. Dexter had been getting a cup of black tea to help him stay awake when it happened. Everyone, including Logan and Patton themselves, knew that he didn’t mean in, but it was still enough to make him reluctantly agree.

In regards to his own finals, Dexter was no longer studying hard for fear of losing his parents’ good favor, he already lost that, but rather to make sure he didn’t lose his student aid, which could be taken away if his grades got too low. He was now supporting himself solely on the part-time job that had become a near full-time one. Remy offered to help him, but Dexter refused to take any of his money. He did allow him to treat him to meals though.

Dexter didn’t regret his choice to enter that contest, it had gotten him the attention of several minor publishers after all, but in consequence he had lost his family. At first he felt bad since he was no longer welcomed in the household, which meant he wasn’t allowed to see Daisy until after she moved out once she grew up, but who was to say she’d want to see him after that. The next week, however, he was pleasantly surprised to see a friend request online from his sister. Dexter knew she wasn’t allowed to have social media and that she had broken that rule to reach out to him, and that made him happy. Dexter still wished his parents were more accepting, but he was finally ready to admit to himself that he was not the problem and not the mistake. His friends helped him to see that.

Back to the present, he was pretty sure that he aced his anatomy and poetry finals, thanks to the help of Virgil and Remy, but his psychology final definitely could have gone a lot better. His creative writing final had been easy enough for him; it simply took a hell of a lot of time to write over the past three weeks. Although, the upside was that once they were in class everyone was given a chance to either study for other classes or watch the movie that was played on the whiteboard. After those two hours were up and he had to leave, Dexter felt reluctant to go because he may very well never have Professor Sharp as a teacher ever again. 

With finals now over, the school year finished, and nothing but his job at the bookshop occupying his time, there was nothing keeping his mind off of what was soon going to happen. The realization had come to him weeks in advanced and, although he should have, he didn’t confront Remy about it. Instead Dexter preoccupied his mind in his current life, using work, school, and finals as excuses to not think about it. In turn, Remy said nothing about it either, so he convinced himself it wasn’t of importance. 

The two of them had been dating for a little over two months now, going slow and steady as Dexter had wanted. However, now it appears that their time is up. With finals now over, it was time for graduation, which is what Remy was doing. He had finished his four years here and, just as he had once told Dexter he had planned, was to move on to medical school in Chicago. While Chicago was only two hours away by car from their smaller city, Dexter knew that keeping up what they had was going to be difficult. They already only get to see each other a few times a week outside of class because of their schedules, but now they won’t be able to see each other for weeks on end.

But Dexter couldn’t be the thing to get in the way of the dream he constantly talked about. They never talked about their separation so he naturally assumed that they had silently agreed to allow themselves to drift apart.

So Dexter didn’t say anything during finals, or at his Graduation party, or after. That didn’t mean they didn’t speak, of course they did, the spoke of relaxed joy from the end of the semester and of hope for what was around the bend. They celebrated the past accomplishments of the school year. For the offer Dexter received from a smaller publications company to publish the story that had earned him second place in the contest; as well as Logan’s theoretical paper the University had awarded and sent in to NASA. Word was that he may have a position awaiting him there after he graduated next spring. There were so many good things to be happy for and look forward to.

Yet all he could feel was sadness. Try as he might, pushing down those emotions was betraying him, and whenever the subject of Remy moving was brought up, he shut down. He didn’t need to say it out loud for everyone to understand why he was feeling that way, it was obvious. To everyone except Remy it seemed like.

“There’s always video-chatting and online messaging!” Patton said in an attempt to console him, “You could visit on weekends and during breaks!”

“He didn’t tell me that his weekends will be open. He isn’t becoming an intern at a nearby hospital and that won’t take up a lot of his time.” Dexter sighed as he curled up in his bed. Dee Dee curled up next to his head on the pillow, woken up by his movement, “He’s already relaxed about his new schedule. I wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Kiddo, Remy would never think of you like that!”

“Patton’s right,” Logan agreed, sitting on the desk chair and running his fingers through Patton’s hair, who was sitting on the beanbag.

Patton was also due to leave, but only for the next month as he visited his family. Logan wanted to join him, but his own family was planning a trip to Florida to visit his grandparents for a few weeks; so the two of them were spending as much time with each other as they could before they both had to go.

“While Remy is rather... puerile, he has shown himself to be respectful towards you, and no one else.” He murmured the last part. 

Dexter chuckled a little at that. Remy always loved to joke around with Logan and push his buttons, which is why the physics major had taken the longest to warm up to him. He knew Remy made Dexter happy, even if he didn’t completely agree with the him being suitable for Dexter.

“Dee, you really should talk to Remy about how you feel. Bottling it up isn’t going to solve anything and it certainly isn’t going to work out a plan for your guys’ future.” Patton told him.

Dexter turned to lie on his back, grabbing Dee Dee as she slithered under his sheets, afraid he might crush her. They were right. He needed to confront Remy about this before he left. He was due to move into the new apartment in Chicago at the start of July, which was currently two weeks away. With each passing day, the time crept closer and closer, and laying around certainly wasn’t accomplishing him anything.

“Alright, I won’t talk to him.” 

In the center of the University’s campus there was a large fountain in the shape of a waterfall and river, completed with statues of fish and other animals that one could use to hop across the water, although it was not allowed. That, however, did not stop the few rambunctious students from messing around inside the artistic fountain. Thankfully there were no students currently trying to swim in the artificial stream, because it had been the spot Dexter had asked Remy to meet him at.

The conversation they were about to have could go any way, and though he knew Remy to be kind and understanding, Dexter didn’t feel comfortable having it alone in either his apartment or his dorm room. Dexter sat patiently on a bench for him to arrive, scrolling through his phone and watching the people who passed by as he waited. 

“Dee!” Remy’s voice called out from behind. Dexter turned around in his seat to look at him as he walked up.

As per usual, Remy looked aesthetically amazing, wearing laced boots over a pair of faded ripped jeans with an over-sized white shirt, and a flannel wrapped around his waist. On anyone else the outfit would probably look atrocious, but on him it worked. Dexter had long since forewent trying to keep up with his style and continued to wear his plain slacks and button-ups.

“Goodbye, Rem.” Dexter stood up to greet him with a hug, now a bit more comfortable with physical contact to where he would initiate it more often.

“So, what’d ya wanna do? You kinda called me here without an explanation.” 

Oh, right, the reason why they were meeting. Dexter didn’t quite feel like saying anything yet and ruin the mood right off the bat.

“It’s an awful day outside. I was thinking we couldn’t go for a walk around campus for the first time.” Dexter inwardly cringed, fearing he had already ruined the mood. 

Luckily the med student didn’t appear to be put off and simply agreed with vigor. The two of them walked along side by side along the fountain and headed off campus towards the closest ice-cream shop. Dexter got a double scoop of vanilla and strawberry, while Remy went all out on the rainbow sherbet, Neapolitan, and bubblegum flavors. After they retrieved their frosty treats they continued to stroll through the campus grounds.

They spent a good amount of time just wandering and talking. Remy went on about a new Netflix show he had recently began watching, describing it the best he could without spoiling it in case Dexter wanted to watch it later. The show didn’t sound like his usual genre of interest, but he considered watching it simply from seeing how happy it made the other. Eventually they ended up back where they started at the school fountain. A sudden mischievous grin broke out over Remy’s face, and Dexter knew he was about to do something incredibly stupid.

“Hey babe, let’s swim in the fountain!” He said, his eyes shining brightly behind his sunglasses.

“Remy, I mean bad when I say this, but that’s a brilliant idea.” 

“Well it’s too late!” Remy chimed, stripping off his boots and took off the flannel from his waist, dropping them on the concrete ground. Taking a running start, he jumped into the fountain, making a large splash. The fake river was only a foot deep at its best, yet he was somehow able to already soak himself.

A few passersby turned to look at the sound of the splash, staring curiously at the fully grown man who was currently splashing around in a public fountain. Dexter face-palmed and rubbed his eyes, questioning why he had to fall in love with such a lunatic.

Wait... I what? With him? Fuck, when did this happen?

“Baby snake, come and join me! The water’s fine!” Remy called out to him, turning the glares of those around them to him. Dexter shrunk back slightly at the sudden attention, and the ridiculous nickname he couldn’t shake off.

“The water’s temperature is what concerns me!” He called back and walked over. “You are supposed to be in there.”

“Aw come on, there isn’t any security around. Besides, even if there was, they can’t kick me out of school!”

“But they can’t kick me out.”

“Then you could just come with me to Chicago.”

The air grew quiet around them, the weight of what he had just said falling over them. The both of them froze in their places, stunned as their unknowingly agreed forbidden topic was brought to light. Dexter blinked at the implication of his words, not knowing what to think or say in return. 

Remy looked away, turning his eyes down to the water that ran past his ankles and soaked his jeans. On the other hand, Dexter couldn’t look away from him, searching through every detail of his face to find any hint of untruth, but found none. Remy was the first to speak up at the end of the extended silence, shifting his head back towards him, but his eyes remaining down.

“I’ve wanted to ask for awhile now, but I didn’t want to force you to make that kind of decision so I wasn’t going to say anything. Looks like I screwed that up.” He laughed bitterly.

Dexter slowly sat down on the ledge of the fountain, pulling Remy down beside him, holding his hand tightly.

“I do want to lose you,”

The thought of splitting apart from him was hard and made him sad. He wished this didn’t have to happen. He’d surely miss the time they’ve spent with each other, all the fun they have, and the endearing moments that he’s come to treasure. They had known each other for six months now and have been dating for the last three, it didn’t seem long on the calendar, but to him it had been almost like years had gone by.

Yet the thought of leaving the others, after all they had been through, was so much worse. Patton had given him a home among them like no one ever had. Logan was caring and watchful towards him like his mother should have been. Virgil had opened up and shared words with him and put his trust in their friendship. Roman had been a helpful accomplice that assisted him through his worst bouts of writer’s block and a fun person to talk with. They all cried together, laughed together, each one of them had taught him things he had never known before; how to open up and be trusting, how to call someone a friend.

Next year both Logan and Patton would be graduating and Virgil and Roman would go on after, leaving Dexter alone; but for all they had now, and could have in the future, he didn’t want to miss a second of it. He cared deeply for Remy, he did, but when it came to choosing between him and the rest, he couldn’t leave them behind. If only he didn’t have to make this choice at all.

“I can go with you. Not when all of my friends are there. They aren’t the only family I’ve ever known.” 

Dexter hung his head feeling guilty of his own words. Remy didn’t say anything at first, but instead placed a soft hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer. Dexter laid his head down and leaned into the touch, taking it in while he still could.

“I understand, it’s too much to ask of anyone, and I shouldn’t have put it on you. But Dexter,” The older student pulled away and faced directly towards him, peeling off his sunglasses to show his beautifully two colored eyes, a sign of trust. Remy had once confided in him about his insecurity towards his own eyes, telling him that he wore sunglasses to hide them from everyone, but that he trusted Dexter enough to take them off and allow him to see his eyes. 

“I’ve said it before to ease your mind, and I’ll say it a billion times more. I’ll wait. Whether you wanna break up,” his voice cracked on those two words, “or try at a long distance relationship. You couldn’t chase me off with the friend-zone and ya still can’t with the distance.”

Dexter huffed out a small laugh, smiling up at him, “As if I wouldn’t want to.”

Remy smiled back at him and ran his fingers through Dexter’s short, chestnut hair, placing their foreheads together gently. They sat there for a long time in bittersweet joy, knowing that whatever was awaiting them around the bend, they wouldn’t give each other up so easily. 

Time. All they had was time. They had two more weeks until they’d have to split ways. Surely the two of them would see each other soon after and talk as much as they could, but in the off chance that time may be far from now, there was one thing Dexter wanted to do before he went, something he was finally ready for.

“Hey Remy?” He called lightly, moving his head from its placement on his boyfriend’s shoulder to look up at him.

“Hm?” The other hummed smoothly, keeping his eyes closed peacefully.

“Could you- could you not, um,” Fuck he was starting to rethink this, it was so embarrassing it made him want to jump in the fake stream behind him and float away. “Could you not kiss me?” 

That finally made Remy open his eyes, surprise and earnest glistening behind them as he regarded him.

“Are you sure it what you want?” He asked.

“No.” He nodded.

Remy chuckled lightly through his grin. The tender smile on his face brought out his softer features, highlighting his beauty and sweetness. Lowering his head slowly, giving Dexter time to change his mind, although he knew he wouldn’t, Remy placed a gentle kiss on his lips, as if he were merely floating above him. Dexter returned in kind, although he wasn’t really sure what to do.

Would you believe him if he told you that this was his first kiss? Probably. And if the heavens were on his side, this wouldn’t be their last.

-Fin-

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[runa-stuff]

Here be spoilers!

My jumbled thoughts on season 4 and the differences now that we’re on Netflix.

Alright, I’m somewhat back to the land of the living after binging season 4 two times. I have never been this emotionally drained after watching a show/movie. So much PAIN.

Things I loved and other thoughts:

- That opening song! I never liked that song but this version I adored!! Those lessons are paying off, Tom flippin nailed the high notes.

- The focus being on the characters instead of the case. This season makes it very clear how much fox pushed for this being a pure procedural. I mean we knew that the lucifer team had to fight for every scene that had nothing to do with the case of the day, but look just HOW MUCH! Most of the time during s4 I even forgot there was a case going on, and most importantly, the case’s sole purpose were to enrich and advance the character’s own storyline. It felt organic instead of forced.

- The costumes. They all looked so bloody good this season.

- The fight scenes were out of this world!!

- More supernatural stuff!! For once Lucifer was allowed to show he is more than human! He has more freedom because Chloe knows now, yes, but he was never allowed to show his strength before at all, except for the occasional door-handle crushing or chain ripping. That car scene was everything! Let him be a BAMF every once in a while, he’s the rebel angel!!

And Demons! More of that please! Love the zombie-esque way they handled the possession business.

Also Lucifer starting that boat cracked me up. Of course, he can turn everything on. 😂

- Things like racism, police-violence and mental issues being acknowledged and taken seriously.

- The way the triangle was handled. After the Pierce fiasco I was very, very worried about this being another generic love triangle. Honestly it wasn’t even a love triangle in my eyes this time, because it was painfully clear the whole season there’s only one Lucifer loves. It was more about him being torn apart by what Chloe and Eve represent, and that was brilliant.

The women didn’t “fight” over the guy. All of the involved characters learned from it, and it didn’t end with Lucifer “choosing” either side of him, but with him realizing that he wants to be HIMSELF. That he shouldn’t have to choose a side and change for others.

- Deckerstar! THAT AXE-SCENE!! That was intense and charged  and holy carp, all I can think of is: if she had wanted to push that axe down, he would have let her, wouldn’t he? He is vulnerable around her, and every time he chooses to be around her he puts his eternal life in her hands, and Chloe finally knows that. Ahhh! There were so many amazing scenes between them. Both their hearts got ripped wide open again and again, and it brought them closer than ever.

I also love how they keep playing with the fact that he’s vulnerable around her (the bar fight, him flinching when he slips with the knife before realizing Chloe is not there etc). Crying about the ending scene later.

- Chloe babe!! She’s back in the game! Lauren killed it this season, she was finally allowed to shine. Her post-reveal journey to acceptance was handled perfectly (I know many liked to believe she’s gonna accept and love him for what he is like two seconds after seeing his face, but that’s the stuff of fanfics).

I don’t wanna see anyone shitting on her because of what she almost did! Her whole world was turned upside down and she was manipulated in that vulnerable time, if you wanna shit on anyone, shit on Kinley. I’m so proud of her breaking out of that and realizing Lucifer ‘is who he is’, after all. The most important thing is that she didn't do it, in the end. And maybe that wine glass breaking was a bit of divine intervention, because the music being loud enough to break it alone would mean she’s at the very least deaf now. (don’t overthink it, I know) just rewatched the scene and saw she actually topples the glass over so nevermind.

- Lucifer finally found his brain again. I was getting tired of him getting more and more stupid and regressing for no reason. Also that dark velvety edge is back in his voice.. my voice-kinky ass is very happy with that, since his voice somehow got higher and higher with each season lmao. Oh and that scene at the end of 4x08 in Lindas office. Holy shit, guys. Tom ripped out my heart, trampled on it and threw it into the trash. The growth in the last few episodes!! And how is no one talking about the voices-in-his-head bit?

- My devil kink has been fed very well. Phew. Perfect eye-flashing moments, and use of distorted voice.

- STEP-SATAN HAS RISEN. Seriously that was awesome and cute. And finally some acknowledgement that he DOES love that little urchin too.

- Dan. Some of those scenes were painful to watch for my Douchifer heart. I hope he is the next to get into the Know… I don’t see any other way for him to change his opinion on Lucifer again any time soon.

- That whole Baby plot line? I usually hate baby plot lines with a passion, but this one wasn’t so bad. 'Aminidiel’ still cracks me up though. Still, my least favorite part of the season I think. Not a fan of Remiel either. That felt a bit wasted, probably because of time reasons.

- Eve. I was skeptical because there was way too much focus on her in the promos, but she is super cute. She also tackled some fe/minist themes that I believe has a lot of potential for the future. I hope she comes back next season, Mazeve all the way!

- Michael and Lilith hinted!! Very interested in the tension I smelled between Amenadiel and Michael, and more of Maze exploring the feelings for her mother please.

- The humor. It’s a bit darker, but still like we know and love it from past seasons. I’m still giggling over the “he got tired” pun. Heh.

- I am now more convinced than ever that at least one of the writers is very familiar with fanfiction, because some of that stuff was grade A fanfic material. Hell, some of the stuff WAS almost straight out of fanfics I read, and that I had never imagined to see on screen! I love it!

- The CGI was.. nice actually. At least the devil bits. So crispy. The wings were consistent this time and pretty good too. I’ve always been proud of this show going the full on CGI way instead of the lazy/cheap supernatural-way, as I like to call it (no offense, I loved that show back in the day), so I’m not complaining about weird wings and stiff movements too much anymore. I don’t expect Legion level wing fights ( https://youtu.be/Mp6aKCE3jSc ) but I do wish they would make the feathers look a bit less looking like.. plastic. A bit less feather-duster, at least - a proper look at real wing anatomy wouldn’t hurt. Ok I shut up about that now, I promised

- Tom Ellis’ new devil-bod. Thanks Netflix. But they didn’t overdo the nudity either, it was just right.

- Sex positivity! Open relationship! Bi! Yes! Just disappointed Lucifer still didn’t get to snog a willing man properly. What’s the hold-up? Once again only women kissing other women on screen. Not that I’m complaining about Mazeve or that Eve/Ella kiss. Damn, Ladies.

- THE ENDING. OH MY GOODNESS, THE ENDING. Final episodes of Lucifer have the tendency to build up and up and up until you think this scene HAS to be the climax of the episode, but it’s NOT. Because there’s always one more scene that punches you in the feelings until the end (and you know it’s gonna happen when a way too amazing song starts playing). And boy, did they deliver again.

I knew Lucifer is going to say something stupid the very moment I saw his face at the beginning of the scene. I could fangirl over Tom’s incredibly expressive face and eyes all day long, but I’ll spare you. I just KNEW, you know. Lauren killed it again, I felt every bit of pain and despair from both of them. I have never been/will probably never be in love in my life, but I imagine what I felt during that scene is somewhat what love feels like. It hurt, man.

A bit of angsty goodbye love-making would have had the perfect timing here and made it all the more bittersweet, but we can’t have it all.

Earlier I had the thought that Chloe probably feels guilty about conspiring with Kinley… would be cool if they used that next season when she’s going to drag his devilfriend out of hell. Also very much looking forward to some Hades + Persephone vibes - because it would be stupid to drive them apart again.

All in all I think the cancellation really was the best thing that happened to this show. I believe it would have only gone downhill on fox with the amount of episodes and all the restrictions and hiatus. Iirc, the cast themselves said they always felt like the ugly duckling there with how the show was treated. On netflix we finally have promo, freedom and a storyline how the writers imagine it. I’m so proud of this fandom, and I can now safely say that the month with barely any sleep was worth it (even though it made me kinda addicted to twitter, damnit).

I hope netflix doesn’t wait too long with the renewal - while I have no doubts we’ll get s5, I still hate this in-limbo feeling lmao.

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[katzirrart]

Art Growth Compilation

I really enjoy doing posts about improvement in art.

It makes me feel better about my work, especially with how busy I am these days.

I wanted to compile all the comparisons I’ve made over the years and kinda discuss the posts, for myself or others.

I thought it’d be funny to start with comparing how I first drew on a tablet, using dodge and burn tools, to how I do now which is using layers and actually painting. It’s funny to look back on that, you know?

I linked the post I made, compiling all the month to month memes from 2003-2017 that I try and do yearly. And everything else is under a cut ;w;’‘/

Most artists have done a drawing of themselves and a few Pokemon, or their team. I did that in 2010, and was dissatisfied with my work...

I took a crack again in 2013 after I’d learned to draw more animals and not be so Edgy(tm) I really liked the results. I still didn’t use references though, because I was lazy. I just didn’t want to. I still was on that boat feeling like I was CHEATING. I wasn’t being CREATIVE if I looked at references.

Artists get stuck on using reference and it’s AWFUL. USE THEM. USE TWENTY. LEARN!! It’s so HELPFUL, I wish I had started sooner.

In 2014 though -

I tried again.

I had gotten better at anatomy, but most of all, I started to work off references more. I started to really focus on not stylizing so much, but to work on actually making things look like things. I started to work on caring about COMPARISON sizes. Composition!!

While Pokemon reference sizes are -wiggle hands- and while my team changed up, I was satisfied that I could draw Arbok ACTUALLY like a cobra now, Meowth is easy given it’s just a noseless cat so to speak, Haunter is literally a triangle cloud - I was satisfied having drawn that team.

My secondary team in the new games? I was excited to draw them. It was fresh and new and FUN and it turned out PRECIOUS.

I learned better how to proportion things in an image for layout, and just... making characters feel COHESIVE in the same space.

It was a nice thing to keep visiting. I have a sketch in the works for an update even hopefully.

These pieces are kind of interesting to me too, because they’re towards the end of my era of THIN lineart?

My lineart has gone from this, and THIS,  to this.

Literally I use to not believe in line weight, I can still do thin work of course, but I’m not a fan of trying to FORCE it like I use to? Even the second link, I went from the SMALLEST brush in Sai, to using a marker brush that had barely ANY give, to a custom brush on Sai that acts like a Paint Chat brush I use to use with friends online!

That’s what I mean about style too, like you may reserve yourself about things - like not coloring black in and outlining with white, or certain ways you do things. But the growth and changing and figuring FUN ways to color that black etc is where the fun of art comes in, to me??

Learn. EXPERIMENT. PUSH!

A few months ago, I did my first redraw. Of this piece from 2012.

Six years difference.

This was interesting for a number of reasons. There’s aspects I like more in the old one, but not many. I really like the pose a bit better, but I like the casual closeness that I did in the new one because that’s more my Shepard.

But technically speaking, it’s worlds better because I took time. I paid attention to details. I did fun things instead of rushing. I took time with my coloring and didn’t SMEAR it around. I had a friend who use to complain I drew so fast and they felt so SLOW, but I love what that taught me. I started taking more time on my art, and enjoying it more since I caught more mistakes and vastly improved. By leaps and bounds.

It’s amazing what a difference six years makes in not only style, which is often a FOCUS of these things? My style has come awkwardly and naturally to me over the years of critically picking certain things apart? but I really love where it’s gotten.

I have things I want to get back to, but I love... where it is, and CAN be?

But it’s wild to me how much change happens in technical handling? It’s a hand in hand thing, you can’t focus on one or the other only, or the other suffers.

Honestly this has been my favorite improvement to notice though?

Kisame was a character I felt I should be able to draw EASILY? Not so much. Itachi? ALSO EASY. Not so much??

Kisame has weird eyes to grasp how to draw? Thus focusing on them kept making them wonky to me!! On top of that, he’s everything I’ve been use to drawing for AGES because he has a muscular body, with a smaller waist? ... that was something I was use to drawing? I still was awkward getting back into the swing of that... Drawing HIS HAIR though? NOT SO EASY....

But like, Itachi should have been easy, but I have a thing about him appearing too feminine as he gets drawn because his eyelashes, and I’ve really found a nice... medium at this point?

But even still like my face styles and eye styles are finally to a comfortable point for me? I have stopped focusing on some weird things with Itachi’s hair and just... DO IT? But even still like...

The improvement here is literally just if I don’t know how to do something, or I’m not satisfied with how I do it? I just keep at it.

It’s a theme of this post honestly... repetition, persistence.

Keep drawing it. Keep trying to figure out what it is that’s catching you off about how you do it. Don’t like how you do eyes or how they fit on the face? Look at facial structures and references and figure it out. Draw them separate and figure out how to apply them to what you are.

Remember there’s a skull in there. I draw the holes in the skull like the eye sockets, and the nose area to help my proportions for SURE.

I’ve also gotten to a nice marriage in my lineart? The piece before the recent one, those lines feel HARDER or HEAVIER? The newest piece seems...softer? Like I’m lighter handed again?

I really like critiquing my own growth on what is good or working better for me? Older pieces it looks like I’m putting lineweight for SAKE of it versus where it goes now?

INTERESTING.

Like this lineup -

My style shifts so RAPIDLY, it still is noticeably MY style to people, but parts shift so VIOLENTLY because I’m constantly picking at what I don’t LIKE.

It’s funny too in the case of Kisame and Itachi because consistently I’m drawing the SAME character over and over - can make you REALIZE how you’re doing something wrong?

Like, here’s a difference of eight years, and it’s all the brush I use now, and it REALLY shows how my style has changed - in the aspect of one point of reference?

I have a childhood favorite character too, of Daisuke, and I use to be bad at drawing boys, and I use to be SUPER bad at drawing fluffy hair?

It was something I specifically started to learn to do? And I started to draw Daisuke every few months or years for a while. Especially when I started to first REALIZE I didn’t like my style that much?

But the middle one was July 2009, top left is less than 6 months later, and the last one is about a year later. DRASTIC DIFFERENCE. But next -

This one was in 2012, when I started to do more with teeth, or first dipping my toes into anatomy. I started to focus more on HANDS too, I was super bad at them. Overall I started to focus more on making my art have...ages? Like a boy versus a man. Facial features being DIFFERENT.

I can look at this boring little bust and see that he comes off more of a teenage boy to me now. I need to work more on figuring how to draw asian features especially the eyes. Sometimes I hit the mark, other times I don’t.

but between this and 2012? Not too much has changed. I do hair fluffier now, and I angle the eyes better. The teeth not being outlined doesn’t give that weird effect where I might give him TOO MANY TEETH....

People do that and it’s easy but whoof.

So there’s still learning and adapting to do in QUICK drawings, you know? but I can still see there’s good things. That took me like 5 minutes to draw? Not bad honestly.

In it’s own bracket is original characters though too?? But also divergent of STYLE shifts because like...

OKAY. Nightmare Syndicate’s story.. started for me in 7th or 8th grade, that was when I was...14? 15? I’ve been fleshing it out for like 13 years, that’s wild haha!! I love my kids and all.

But okay so SIALI. She’s still fairly similar but I restructured her face for SURE. She’s gotten less edgy, she’s.... a teenage girl.

FELIX?? CHRIST. He’s been such a long journey!! More on that later?

Rot and even Cor?? Rot and Cor are a shorter span of development, but Rot started in Highschool so almost 10 years ago, and Cor has been fairly solid - but even just DRAWING him over three years? Go look at how much he changes.. I’m not married to concepts easily. haha!

People act like making a character you’re STUCK with it. Like Oh boy, I better make this character good, from the get go!!

I only worry about that with small potatoes like my Pillar(Gods) designs I just made for the comic?? Even still, small things will change with them I’m sure.

But not only has Felix and Siali changed, but they’ve GROWN with my style and DEFINED it even. I’ve had to adjust my style to support Felix’s look honestly a LOT. Bend my rules. Break my anatomy stickler attitude - and honestly, that’s the thing.

You have to learn the rules and anatomy BEFORE you can break them. A style built upon broken anatomy will fail you down the road if you just excuse everything with style.

Learn to draw the hands. Learn to draw the feet. Figure out the face. Bones exist. You can break the FUCK out of it once you learn how to do it, you know? Like I’ve seen so many styles I LOVE who are cartoony and BROKEN AS FUCK, but there’s still some STRUCTURE to it. Most of those people can still structure a face just fine, and the reason exaggeration works so well is because there’s like unwritten rules for what works and doesn’t based on that?

Idk.

Felix has a very elongated torso, he’s like 7′ or 8′ tall so I mean?? He’s... broken anatomy, but he’s... lanky - but his muscle is LITHE and stretched. It makes contextual sense. That’s the important part.

But even designs, it’s important to understand designs YOU make, or like... to understand they’ll CHANGE and that’s growth within your art too?

Like okay, example. Felix has a millipede inspired monster form. But with designing that? I still have to know how millipedes and SNAKES work because there's bones and vertebrae in there??

But there’s also the difference of like... CONCEPT, versus execution. You can design a fucking badass character, but understanding your own concept is SOMETHING.

I had no idea how this would play out, until I was mapping out his ‘midsection’ spikes? and man. MY STYLE WAS MADE FOR THIS CHALLENGE NOW. Which is so interesting how smooth my style has always been? Felix has defined ANGLES in it, and it’s hilarious tbh?

But even too, I’ve had to work with Felix’s monster form FACE, to break the rules to make it WORK the way I need it too?

On the anatomy subject too, like when I first got into Marvel comics 6 years ago or so? I had no idea how to do muscle structures?? I was so BAD at it.

I can look at this left image and CRINGE so badly at how NONE of those are muscles?? THOSE ARE THINGS I PERCEIVE AS MUSCLES. Like...

A course I took taught me to draw what I see, not what I know. That’s the whole point of that post that goes around about drawing a shrimp. Look it up. It’s hilarious and cute.

But it’s like, asking an artist to draw a bike, you can tell who uses reference and who WINGS it. It’s funny, but like it’s what you know versus what you see.

I started to study anatomy like crazy and was seeing improvements days at a time. The right image was done like... a month later? already I can see the muscles under the pectorals? those look normal now. the abs aren’t dough lumps under the skin in a perfect 6 pack, they’re the actual plane shapes.

I was trying to find a good reference for myself of learning to make men ‘thicker’ too in terms of the waist etc since the left is really...thin.... but...

A bit better, but even still, comparing these two - they’re 2 months apart? and I can see understanding more about arms and how they connect to the body, where the planes ACTUALLY lay for the chest and obliques and such?

I can see improvements from July 2012 up there, to - WHOOPS. I FORGOT TO CHANGE THE YEAR LMAO... TO FEBRUARY 2013...omg

I mean, I could go on and on about improvements I see, when I go through my art though? Gosh.

Like I’m seeing so SO many bad hands and feet in my old stuff, and just CRINGING because tricks I learned for myself by now?

I give so many pointers and streams and screenshares on discord still to help people with art and it cracks me up?? Like...

I dunno. I’m pretty mediocre tbh, but god damn.

#art improvement #art meme #pep talk

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

47, your choice

47. “We go on three…”

Jenny X Aksel (her dragon I haven’t started yet fuck me I’m so behind on my commissions)@shardsofarendelle

P.S. ‘kan is an honorific suffix in the dragon language, my original language that all dragons can speak (in my head worlds that is). It basically is on the same level as -kun in Japanese, only in this case it means “glory” and effectively is a one word way of saying someone is glorious, or that you wish to honor them by attributing them with the word “glory”.

P.P.S. You’ll understand the purpose of this image after you read the story. =P

P.P.P.S. Procrastination and a minor headache made this take much longer, also, probably accidentally inspired by sled dogs (damn I want a husky).

Umm, Jenny? Are you sure this is safe?

Aksel peered warily down the slope, its fair steepness unnerving her. While not terrible high, and surely not a sheer drop, it was not the picture of caution either. The young drake knew little of human “math” stuffs, as she shared a similar distaste for them as Birger’kan did regarding human matters in general. But there were some things she kind of liked, stuff that made sense; like angles, for example.

This cliff wasn’t horribly steep, maybe about a…fifty? Sixty degree angle? Aksel couldn’t tell for sure, but she could tell that safety was not this cliff’s name at all.

“Oh come on, Aki, it’ll be fine!” Jenny assured, as she made sure the straps of her dragon’s saddle were nice and tight. Since Aksel was far from being at all big like Birger was, leather workers were more than able to fashion a saddle for the young beast. Schematics hidden away in that Dragon Book her mother showed her certainly helped, as it gave the flabbergasted workers a base to work off of.

“Besides, you’ve got strong armor on you, and I’m wearing plenty thick clothing! Everything will be fine, nothing will go wrong, trust me!”

Aksel frowned and pouted, her lower lip sticking up between the sharp points that extended down over her mouth. I don’t know, Jenny…the last time you said that, I ended up stuck in a tree.

“Pfft, okay, that wasn’t that bad.” The redhead scoffed as she clasped another strap.

The tree also caught fire, though. Birger’kan was upset with me for days…

Jenny rolled her eyes as she got in Aksel’s line of sight, and waited for the bright yellow eyes to meet her blues. “Aki, we’ve been over this, Birger was just being his usual overprotective self. You got scared, of course the tree caught fire.”

The redhead shrugged, “Besides, he put it out before it spread to any other trees anyway, I don’t see what the big deal was.”

You were in the tree with me. I think Elsa’kan was scared, so Birger’kan was scared, so he also got mad. 

Jenny frowned and sighed as she conceded that point to the fire drake. While the entire situation had been purely accidental, it had put Jenny of all people in danger—and Aksel as well, though in a different way, as she’s immune to fire as Elsa and Birger are to cold and ice. Jenny’s uncle of a dragon surely had been furious with the young drake, and only her pleas backed up by Anna and Elsa’s own arguments kept him from overreacting.

The redhead looked up, and frowned when she noticed the distressed look on Aksel’s face. The drake never spoke of it, but she clearly looked up to and admired the elder dragon; different breed and element be damned. Jenny was much the same, but she imagined it meant all the more to young Aki. The princess knew Birger’s story, how he’d chosen to leave his family behind.

From what little Aksel had told Jenny and her family—and what little they’d deduced for themselves—choice had not had any involvement…

Jenny approached Aki’s face, and held her spiky chin gently in her hands. The drake’s head was small for a dragon, her whole form was for being so young, Aki was even hardly twice the size of a horse. The redhead rested her chin on Aksel’s armored nose and smiled at her.

“He just doesn’t know how to act around you, at least that what Aunt Anna thinks. I kinda think so too, he hasn’t been around other dragons in a long time, Aki!  And he never really messed with fiery ones, either…I don’t even know if he’d ever seen one before you, to be honest.”

Aksel sighed lightly, and her warm breath rustled Jenny’s hair. I never really met any other dragons either, let alone different kinds of ones, so…I think I get it…

The fire drake then took a deep breath, and smiled at her person. Now, were we going to toss ourselves off this mountain, since safety isn’t on your mind for today, or what?

Jenny smiled kindly to her drake, and patted her strong jaw. “That’s the spirit, Aki!”

Aksel gently pulled away before she crouched down, and waited as Jenny clambered on. She used some of the drake’s spikes as handholds till she pulled herself onto the saddle itself, and began to strap herself in. Once the princess had gotten all of her personnel straps nice and secure, she pulled the mask up over her face and pulled down a pair of snow goggles she’d made just for the occasion. Jenny had discovered them in class, no less, and was thrilled to actually glean some useful information out of the time.

Jenny grabbed the handholds in front of her on the saddle, took in a deep, shoring breath, and…

“We go on three…”

Aksel rolled her shoulders as she got into position.

“One…”

The drake leaned her chest down, her rear still in the air as she readied herself to push off. The aim was to slide on her belly all the way down, like a living sled, and only use her legs to make sure they didn’t hit anything. Supposedly, Birger had done something similar in his youth to escape harm, and Jenny apparently found a more entertaining use for the maneuver.

“Two…”

Aksel’s claws clenched the snowy ground beneath her, and tensed her legs, eyes narrowed in concentration. She was going to do everything in her power to both keep them safe, but also wring as much fun out of the escapade as possible. Jenny tightened her grip on the handholds and leaned slightly forward as she took in another breath, and–

“Three!”

Aksel pushed off the ground, and sent herself skidding down the snowy slope on her belly. The young drake managed to push plenty hard, and it took no time at all before the pair all but flew down the face of the mountain. Even with the slope not being as steep as it could be, they still picked up speed easily, the fire drake’s naturally aerodynamic form helping them on their way. The wind’s roar sounded like cheering almost, and the snow burst off the ground in their wake like a comet’s tail.

Jenny laughed freely beneath the protection of her mask, grateful again for discovering the goggle design in her studies. They protected her eyes well from the wind that would’ve normally bit at her face, and force her eyes closed. While the range of vision was small, it still worked wonders and kept her eyes safe. At the sound of her laughter, Aksel smiled, but kept her mouth closed so as to not dry out her mouth.

All was well for a while, the pair daringly soaring down the slope faster than trained reindeer. Not far in the distance, they could see the forest that surrounded Arendelle; they were almost home. As they began to near the bottom, and the slope slowly began to level off, Aksel prepared to slow them to a stop when it seemed appropriate. Unfortunately, unseen to either dragon or rider, a rock was hidden beneath a layer of snow.

Aksel’s chest glanced off the rock’s surface, not hard enough to harm her (Jenny was right, her natural armor was strong), but it did send them dangerously off kilter. The drake’s form began to angle wildly, and she could feel herself begin to tip. Eyes of both dragon and rider grew wide as terror took them, the inevitability of a crash clear to them both. As Jenny clung fearfully to the saddle, Aki looked up and would’ve blanched had her anatomy been able.

The treeline was almost on top of them, and it was far too late to safely slow them now.

JENNY!!! JENNY, UNSTRAP YOURSELF NOW.

Too enthralled in her terror to argue, Jenny quickly released the straps that fastened her to the saddle. She held on all the tighter now without the straps, and regretted the action, despite trusting her dragon. Before the princess could say anything, the fire drake reached her head around and gently grabbed Jenny’s cloak in her teeth. Deft as a snake, Aksel spun onto her side and pulled Jenny to her less armored, softer chest. Jenny barely had time to register the dragon’s semi-prehensile arms as they wrapped protectively around her, Aksel lowering her head over her as well, before loud, horrendous cracking sounded around them.

Their speed and momentum, coupled with Aksel’s strong, armored hide, allowed the living projectile to break through every tree in their path. The rancorous din of trees breaking and falling was no doubt heard all throughout Arendelle, even as many a bird took wing in sudden and great terror at the commotion. The thunderous pass through the trees seemed to take an eternity for the pair, especially for Jenny, who cowered within Aksel’s arms and clung fearfully to her mighty chest. Despite the pain of ramming into several strong trees, Aki focused on the treasure in her arms, and refused to break until they finally lost momentum.

They finally broke through the treeline, yes, and they lost vast amounts of speed from the trees that Aksel’s armored hide struck. But they still continued to slide towards the town, and with the weight and armor of Aki’s form, were still well on their way to accidentally ramming into a building. With unspoken agreement, Jenny held onto one of Aksel’s arms, while the drake used the other arm and every other limb (head included) to slow them down as much as possible.

Suddenly, Aksel’s back struck a strong, sturdy structure that hardly bent against her back. The abrupt loss of momentum caused Jenny to get momentarily squished against the drake’s chest before she fell onto her back in the snow. The princess got her bearings first, and leaned up on her elbows as she shook her head. Aksel merely groaned where she lay limp, not terribly injured, but her back was surely going to be sore for days.

Ugh…J-Jenny…what did–ow, what did we hit?

Jenny rubbed her forehead absently as she glanced up, grateful that whatever they hit shielded her eyes from the sun. However, as soon as the redhead realized what exactly they were in the shadow of, her eyes grew wide and fearful. They weren’t in the shadow of a building…no, while this obstruction provided no property damage, it was…arguably worse…

What in the Frozen North did you two think you were doing?!

Being a dragon, Aksel could hear it herself, and now she joined Jenny and looked up in fear. Jenny smiled sheepishly, while Aksel slowly hid her nose behind her rider. The princess raised a hand and waved nervously.

“H-hey, Birger…”

#Jenny X Aksel #Frozen Fan Fiction #Frozen OC #Anonymous #since Em liked Aki best but I was partial to Aksel #I decided on a brilliant compromise #both! #Aksel would be the dragon's full name #but for short she could be called Aki #and yes #it's a she #I have far too many dude dragons #also I am keeping my ideas for Aki's backstory vague for now #I have ideas #but I want Em to have final say should she choose #also Aksel has no wings #she's kind of like Birger but is also like his opposite #they balance each other #but he doesn't realize that yet #or he doesn't want to #WE SHALL SEE AHAHAHA

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Mun Questionnaire!!!! 

PERSONAL DETAILS

Nicknames? Kiki, Ki, Little One, my co-workers mainly call me little one and it’s to the point where they legit have forgotten my actual name

Where do you live? Waterbury, Connecticuttt but I was born in Manhattan, NYC didn’t move to CT till I was ten

What’s your age? Freaking oldd: 25

Hair color? Right now it’s dark brown with like dirty blonde highlights, probably going to dye it all straight black pretty soon. I constantly change between the two tbh

Eye color? Dark Brown

Height? Jusssstttttt make it to exactly five feet

Date of Birth? August 23rd, 1992 :D

What’s your star sign? Virgo, legit on the day Virgo actually starts!! :DD

Element? Earth  

How many siblings? Two half-brothers: Carlos and Alexander from my dad’s side in where I’m the oldest and the only girl :DD and only child from my mom’s side

How many pets? Noneee, they legit all die on me so I do all animals a favor and just don’t get them as pets. They’d have a longer life without me xD

Obsessions? Skullssss, Disney, my hair because it drives me up the wall if it doesn’t look okay!! It’s bad I know, oh oh and SLEEPING!!! I adore sleeping it is my favorite hobby I can sleep my entire day away and be at bliss

Bad habits? Bite the nails, talk too fast, buying books that I never end up reading, buying clothes that still have their tags on it, procrastinationnnn, picky af eater, impatient. 

Phobias? MICE!!!!!!! I can’t even look at a mouse!!!! I promise you I will stay on top of whatever the freak I climbed on for the ENTIRE day if a mouse ran by I will NOT touch the ground. I will cry, scream, and enter a panic attack!!! No no no no no no no no!!!!

ABOUT YOU

What makes you happy? SLEEPING!!!! Skulls, Disney…. should really just direct you to the obsessions question… but also my laptop, my carrr!!!! Make-up!!! Hoodies, lots and lots of hoodies drown me in hoodiesss. Sunny days but also rainy days, Pokemon haha, my job on some dayss, MY BED, the dark, all of my hundreds of Disney pins, and gosh a lot of things make me happy tbh

What really irritates you? Headaches, being nauseas, stomach aches, snoring I really can’t deal with snoring and have no rational reason as to why… and this is awful but cuddling hahaha I’m just not a cuddling person… I kinda push you off after like a minute xD Residents I really can’t fucking stand our residents. I hate them. Oh!! Can’t forget waiting!! I’m impatient it’s bad, working on it though xD

What makes you sad? Tear-jerkers haha I hate those shits. Ummmmm I’m really not much of a sad person?? I mean I can add mice in here because they make me cry, but like they scare the shit outta me sooooo

What makes you angry? Drivers. Cranky rude-ass ungrateful patients!!! Like I don’t want to have to be dealing with that shit for twelve hours. Talking about patients, my job xD. I have a love/hate relationship with my job. People tbh haha xD I sound mean I swear I’m not!!! The cold, I really do not like being cold at all!! 

What makes you scared? MICE!!!!! I don’t even want to hear about them!! Any of my patients starting to crash even my babies. It’s really not a fun feeling!! Bugs, fuck bugs.

Who is your best friend? That would be Marie I have been friends with her since the end of fifth grade!!! She is also my complete opposite and is perfect at fucking annoying me, but I love herrrr. Sara is my bff tooo!! She’s my cousin though, but that’s my little buttercup and she’s like my sister, since I have none of those <3 

Ever broken a bone? Nope.

What was the last CD you bought? Oh damn an actual one??? Uhhh I think it was an Aventura one… their Last Project album I believe. They’re a Spanish band. Downloaded album was Pink’s new album I’m in LOVE with it.

What was the last book you read? The Only Astrology Book You’ll Ever Need by Joanna Martine Woolfolk

Who was the last person you spoke to? The mother

What was the last thing you ate? Soup :(( My stomach has been a little shit the past two days. I think I caught the stomach bug fml. 

What was the last thing you drank? Ginger ale because I can actually keep that down

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought? Oh goshhh I buy SO MANY THINGGSSS!! Uhhhh MY CAR!!! She’s a beautiful 2016 Honda HR-V, I love her :DD My Kat Von D Shade and Light palette!!! I can’t live without that palette!!! Oh oh and my laptop!! She’s been a bit of a shit lately, but I do adore herrr.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought? Ughh I tend to like everything I buyy

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given? My Uggs!!! My mom got me them and I LOVE them

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given? I don’t think I haven’t liked anything that’s been given to me so far??

What are your future goals? Well it was to become a nurse and I ammmm so there it is and I’m even where I wanted to be :DD Maternity nurse with the babieesss :DD 

Describe your bedroom? A black bed. A big black dresser. Two closets…. I have a lot of clothes. Two mirrors, well three if you count my make-up mirror. I have a make-up dresser that’s black too with like a shit ton of make-up!!! Black curtains. White walls and the wall that my bed is attached too has pictures completely covering it in a checkerboard pattern. I’m pretty proud of it, it’s my favorite thing about my room! Oh and another wall has my car tax bill taped to it so that I remember that I have the next half of that shit to pay in January xD

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world? I think Jessica Lowndes if GORGEOUSS

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world? Ian Somerhalder is GORGEOUSSSS so is William Levy!!!!!!

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day? Go to the pool, and lay out under the hot summer sunnn. I absolutely LOVE the heattt 

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day? Keep my ass in!!!! Curl under warm blankets and drink yummy hot chocolate

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be? Have all my bills/loans paid off for the rest of my liiiffeee, anything my mom would want, and idk probably a nice gorgeous house in the future

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do? I’d go back to my high school years and not date the douchebag of my ex

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up? Can I go back to sleep for another hour?? haha

Do you believe in the after-life? I dooo

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time? I have no fucking cluee. I still see myself in the same profession though because I do love it deep down haha. Hopefully, though I’ll be out of CT and just somewhere different. 

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told? I don’t really tell jokes I don’t think I’m funny at all :((

Any hidden talents? None that I’m aware of??? I mean I can sing?? Does that count??

Dream job? Currently doing it!!! Being a nurse :DD Even though I do have a love/hate relationship with it xD

Who is your hero? My mommmm

Describe yourself in 3 words: Introvert, sweet, sarcastic

FAVORITES

Favorite color? Blackkk I love pink too, but black way moree

Favorite number? 14

Favorite animal? Snow Tiger

Favorite sport (to play)? Umm I only ever cheer leaded soo cheerleading by default

Favorite sport (to watch)? Baseball and Football

Favorite Show(s)? Criminal Minds, Law & Order SVU, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy and my guilty pleasure issss Keeping up with the Kardashians haha yes I hate myself for loving that show xD

Favorite movies? Titanic, Cinderella, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, andd The Princess Bride 

Favorite band? Evanescence 

Favorite song? It’s constantly switching 

Favorite room in the house? My bedroom!!!!

Favorite food? Pizza!!!!! 

Favorite drink? Pepsi :DD Should I be drinking any kind of soda? Nope because I get kidney stones pretty often. Do I still drink my Pepsi like all the time?? YEASS

Favorite place? Disney World <3

Favorite cartoon character? That would be between Cinderella and Sally

Favorite day of the week? Monday and Thursday because I neverrrr work on those days!! 

Favorite day of the year? August 23rd!! :DD

Favorite season? Summerr

Favorite Holiday? Christmass 

Favorite girls name? Emily, Aria and I have to say I do love my name too!! Kiara is pretty 

Favorite boys name? Declan and Aiden

Favorite country? Italy

Favorite smell? OoOo I’m a very fruity person but cucumber melon is my absolute favorite!! 

Favorite sound? Rain falling, tapping of the keyboard, tapping of acrylic nails, a heart beat especially baby heart beats because they go really fast!!

Favorite accent? British

Favorite Ships (in or our of BDRP)? I love all the ships hereee!!!! I love all of my ships tooo ngl xD 

Favorite Fandoms? I don’t think I really have any???

PREFERENCES

Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi!

Pen or Pencil? Pen. I really don’t like pencils at all and won’t use one unless it’s a lead pencil 

Day or Night? Night all the way

Cat or Dog? Dog but I’m sadly very allergic to both :((

Summer or Winter? Summer!

T.V. or Radio? Radio

Brains or Beauty? Brains

Cup or Mug? Mug

Tea or Coffee? Coffeeee, but I’m not a huge fan or either tbh

Gold or Silver? Silver

Brush or Comb? Comb

City or Country? City

Early or Late riser? Late!!!! Look I get up at like 1pm the earliest. 

Blond or Brunette? Brunette

Scary or Romantic movies? Romantic haha Scary movies are too predictable to me I mean so are romantic but whateverr

Board or Computer games? Board gamess

Half full or Half empty? Half full

Happy and poor or Sad and rich? Happy and poor

Glasses or Contacts? Glasses

Flowers or Chocolates? Chocolate!! Please no flowers those die on me tooo

Love or Money? Love

Hugs or Kisses? Tbh hugss I love hugging!!! Just not cuddling though haha

#bdrptask #you guys get disney picturesss andd a recent snap chat picture!! #bc I always love the snap chat filters haha