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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years

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Satisfied, Part 12

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I’m going to start answering comments at the bottom but before the taglist now so you guys can get straight into the chapter (unless it’s really important like taking a break or something)

Also I’ve decided to move all the Wayne kids closer together in age. Damian’s 18, Tim is 21, Jason is 23, Dick is 25

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She didn’t go to the coffee shop the next day. Partially because she wasn’t getting her overpriced coffee paid for (at least not without a lot of whining), but mostly because she wanted to do some research where people couldn’t see her.

She sighed as she flipped between all fifty of her tabs, resting her head on her hand. She could hear Tikki trying, and failing, to make her something to eat in the kitchen.

Who could the bat family be? They had to have a lot of influence and/or money to get as much information as they did. She flipped through the most wealthy people in Gotham and its surrounding area, but where was the cutoff? How was she to know that they weren’t middle class people who saved for expensive things?

And then there was the tiny case of the near-slipup on the rooftops. Nightwing was about to call Robin something. He wouldn’t have been saying ‘friend’, he wouldn’t have had to pause like that. What had he been about to say? She hoped it wasn’t ‘boyfriend’, they had what seemed to be a 10 year age gap. Her best assumption was they were going to say ‘brother’, which implied at least most of the bat family was related.

Her eyes found their way to the tab with a picture of Bruce Wayne. He was standing alone, his kids never had pictures taken of them out of respect for their privacy, but everyone knew of his penchant for adopting kids with dark hair and blue eyes.

Great. She’ll never know, then. How was she, a designer, supposed to get close to the Bruce Wayne?

On a completely unrelated note, the next day she stood outside of a gate with Tim. Her eyes locked on the weird symbol on the gate, trying to place where she’d seen it before, but her brain couldn’t seem to find it. Oh well, it was probably just one of the rich people she’d researched yesterday.

Tim placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “You can not let my dad adopt you.”

She gave a small eyeroll, pushing his hands off and smoothing out her dress. It had taken forever to get a dresscode out of Tim, because he insisted that ‘you could wear a burlap sack and my family would love you, just relax’, but he eventually just told her formal. Not helpful. There’s levels of formal, Tim. She had settled for a plain red dress with a black belt.

“I don’t think my parents would be all that excited if I traded them out after a few days here.”

He nodded. “That’s good. Use that.”

“Use tha--?”

The gates swung open.

Tim took a deep breath as if to steel his nerves. “At least Damian isn’t here. You get to meet the nicest of the family first.”

“Why isn’t he here?”

“He got out of it,” he shrugged.

They stepped inside. She stared up at the high walls. She pulled out her phone and took a picture in case she messed up with Tim’s family so bad that she wasn’t allowed back.

The moment she walked in someone pulled her into a hug. “Thank you!” He cried.

Marinette blinked and gave him a short pat on the back. “You’re... welcome?”

He pulled away and held out a hand to shake. “Sorry, I was just so excited to meet the person who got him to take a day off. I’m Dick.”

“You’re... you’re what?” She said, her eyebrows shooting into her hair.

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, right, French. I’m Richard but, in America, that gets shortened to ‘Dick’.”

She blinked once, then just chose to accept it. “Nice to meet you, I’m Marinette.”

“How’d you do it?”

She gave a small shrug as they began walking to the dining room. “I don’t know. He just offered.”

Dick sent her a skeptical look, then looked at his brother as if to confirm.

“In my defense, she looked really stressed.”

“More stressed than you usually do?” Came a voice from above. She looked up to see yet another guy leaning over a railing to look at them.

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “I thought you guys were adopted, how do you all look exactly the same?”

The newest grinned. “Dad’s got a type.” He hopped the railing and landed next to them.

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she took a better look at all of them. Tim’s dodge could be put down as self-defense, but hopping a railing and landing without getting hurt?

She blinked as a hand was thrust in her face and gave a weak smile. “I’m Marinette, nice to meet you.”

“Jason.”

Her brain was blaring alarms, trying desperately to tell her something, but it all came out as ‘AHDKFSFHDLKSNDG’, which wasn’t all that useful.

She shook his hand.

It wasn’t until she walked into the dining room and her eyes landed on the Bruce Wayne that she finally figured everything out. Her hands flew to her mouth as she stared at him in stunned silence.

Then she wheeled on Tim and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt. “You’ve been a Wayne this whole time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He had the decency to look sheepish. “I didn’t want you to use me for my money.”

“Please, I knew you were rich from the get-go, it wouldn’t have mattered if you were ‘goes to Disney twice a year’ rich or ‘could buy Disney if you wanted’ rich. You should have at least warned me outside the gate!”

Bruce dropped something on the desk and Marinette squeaked quietly, letting go of her captive. It was a file of some sort. Crap, was this an interrogation or something? Was that a rich people thing? Do they do in-depth research on people that talk to their kids?

The man slid the file over and she opened it to see... adoption papers?

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding,” she mumbled as she flipped through them. She glanced up at Bruce. “How did you get these so fast?”

“I have them on me at all times at this point,” he explained.

She blinked a few times and then slowly closed the file. “I’m sorry, but I have parents already.”

Everyone (except Tim) seemed stunned. She heard Jason whisper: “Is that allowed?”

Despite the slight confusion, everyone took a seat at the table. There was quite a few seats, but she was amused to see all the kids opting to sit next to her.

Dick rested his head on his hands from his spot across the table. “So, what do you know about Ladybug?”

She did her best not to tense.

“Subtle,” said Jason sarcastically from her right. He turned back to her and gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry, ‘bout that. He’s been obsessed since she appeared, and most of his research has been a dead end. He’s grasping at straws.”

She forced a small laugh. “I’m too clutzy to ever be Ladybug, you can ask anyone.”

Dick groaned. “And I don’t suppose you know who it is?”

“Nope.”

Jason, apparently eager to change the subject every two seconds, asked: “How’d you two meet?”

She glanced at Tim, who was shaking his head so fast she thought it’d pop off, then turned back to his brothers and father. “We met at the coffee shop. He spilled coffee on me.”

She heard Tim’s head hit the table as he groaned.

Jason was cackling. “Awwww, Tim is in a coffeeshop AU!”

Dick grinned. “Next you’ll tell me he offered you free drinks for life or something.”

“Well, actually,--.”

She couldn’t even finish, Jason was laughing so hard.

Bruce seemed less amused. “I would hope that he did, and for the shirt. too.”

She smirked and looked at Tim, who seemed to sense what she was going to do before she did it. He sent her a short look, a ‘don’t you dare’, before she spoke: “Actually, he revoked my coffee privileges.”

The poor kid sighed and closed his eyes. His father was glaring daggers at him, so, after a few seconds of him struggling, he finally gave in. “Fine, I’ll pay for coffee again.”

She cheered and gave Jason a high five.

Dick rolled his eyes. “You’re children.”

“Like you’re so much better!” Complained Jason. “You’re only two years older than me!”

Marinette rolled her eyes and reached out to poke Tim’s face until he finally looked over at her.

“He lives!” She cheered softly and he shook his head and sat up some, a smile playing across his lips.

Bruce chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He’d been watching the four for a little while. They seemed like they’d get along...

“Tim, have you invited her yet?”

Tim went red.

“I’ll take that as a no. Do you want to do it or should I?”

The kid took a deep breath to steel himself, then gently poked her shoulder for her attention. The moment she looked at him, though, he froze and couldn’t seem to get any words out.

Marinette’s head tipped to the side. “Um...?”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “I’d like to, on behalf of my son, invite you to the Wayne Gala.”

To everyone’s surprise, the girl didn’t smile, or thank him, or really react positively at all.

Marinette released a quiet sound, like a balloon deflating, as she slumped into her seat and covered her face in her hands. Tim rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“What’s wrong?” Came Dick’s voice.

“Six!” She cried.

“You have something against musicals?” Said Jason.

She lowered her hands just enough to glare at him. “I have to make six outfits in four months.”

“You don’t have --,” began Tim.

“I have to! Make! Six outfits! In four months!”

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When Marinette is done with the gala outfits will I show you what they look like?

I’ll do you one better. I’m showing them now because it took a longgggg time and I KNOW I will forget if I wait until then.

I tried to match their personalities with their posture and clothes. I kinda forgot Penny’s character though lol so now she’s kinda like Nathalie.

Also that took forever. If ya’ll want that again you gotta pay me. Christ.

Why is she making an outfit for Adrien if they aren’t friends?

They aren’t on bad terms, they just grew apart due to a difference in ideology. But, beyond that, she has her reasons. You’ll find out when Adrien comes by.

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vadergf · 3 years

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LOVE YOU, GOODBYE

This is the Jeyna fanfiction I've always wanted to write. This one took everything in me to write, with side trips to 8th grade me's diaries to get the right emotion.

Here's a Spotify playlist for this series if you want (x)

Warning for the whole series: angst, swearing, light drinking (of age), being in love with two people?

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I stared at the fancy card, transfixed. The curvy lettering made no sense to me. How? How was this happening? It was partly my fault; I agree. But some selfish part of me was desperate for her to always love me. It was cruel, twisted and sadistic that I expected her to suffer while I lived life to the fullest. I should have seen it coming, but a part of me always thought it wouldn’t work out. I chose an easy way out and a part of me knew this was the Fates’ punishment for taking it.

Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano and Alex Wales are delighted to invite you to their wedding on 1st July, in the Temple of Hera on Temple Hill, Camp Jupiter. Be sure to grace us with your presence.

The whole card feels like a mockery, a taunt. It was like Aphrodite herself was punishing me for my idiocy. From the sky-blue card, the same colour as my eyes, to the golden script- the same colour as my glasses. My heart crumbles a bit at the date as I realize she’s getting married on my birthday, in Camp Jupiter, in the Temple of Hera, where I had promised her I was hers forever, when we were just fifteen.

The last line was the worst. ‘Be sure to grace us with your presence’. It’s so casual that it hurts because this was not how it was supposed to be.

I’m interrupted from my thoughts by Piper’s entry. She’d grown more beautiful- brown hair tied into a braid, brown eyes gleaming and a smile on her face.

But a small part of my brain wished the hair in the braid was as black as midnight, the eyes were onyx and the features are set to an exasperated look.

I told my brain to shut up because this is not what I should be thinking. Not now.

Not 15 years later.

Piper gave me a kiss, her hand on the back of my neck. She smelled like coffee and vanilla. When she pulled away, she glanced at the card in my hands, eyebrows furrowed. In one swift movement, she grabbed it and as she read it, her lips silently formed the words. She finished it and gave a high-pitched squeal.

“Finally!! Alex grew some balls and asked her!”

I tried to smile hastily and I don’t think I did a very good job, but Piper didn’t seem to notice. She was busy muttering to herself about bridesmaids and flower arrangements.

I sighed softly as my thoughts drift to Alex Wales. After Octavian made himself a mini-comet, Alex from the 4th Cohort had replaced him as augur. You would think being an Apollo kid, he would have the typical blond hair and blue eyes and I could then convince myself that he’s just replacing me. But he was so different to me, in every tiny way, with coal dark hair, brown eyes and a reckless behaviour that rivalled Percy.

The only thing we even had in common was our love for photography, but his was just a medium for his prophecy while mine was a passion.

I flinched as I heard Piper give a small scream. I turned in surprise to see her talking on the phone, eyes sparkling. When did she even make a call?

She excitedly said as she kept the phone down, “We’re going to New Rome!”

I shook my head, trying not to look like a stubborn child who had been deprived of his favourite toy. “Nuh-uh!”

Piper gave me a half glare, “Jason Grace, one of your best friends, and mine as well, is getting married. Don’t you dare tell me what we will or will not do, especially if I’m going to be a bridesmaid.”

I didn’t want to go to Camp Jupiter again.

I had assumed the title of Pontifex Maximus and had split my time between the camps before handing it down to Nico, but I had made my choice to be with Piper. Even when I got all my memories back, I chose Piper despite all the love I had for Reyna and all the promises I had made.

Because I was a coward.

A fucking coward who wasn’t brave enough to fix my relationship with Reyna, or try to salvage our friendship. I was the coward who buried his feelings deep under instead. I walked away from our life and what we had. That’s why when I had to pick a college, I chose NYU instead of New Rome University. That’s why I settled in New York, far away from Reyna and my feelings towards her in San Francisco.

I..chose to run away. And I couldn’t confront everything now. Not before her wedding.

So, I pouted and whined, “But my… job!” Trying to channel my work in drama club in high school.

Piper placed her hands on her hips and gave me ‘The Look,’. “Jason, you work as a travel journalist! And you’re on your 4-month break. So, get!”

“But your job!” I was desperate.

“I own a coffee shop. I think my employees have it covered.”

“It’s June and the wedding is in July!” I pointed out.

Piper gave an exasperated sigh. “Weddings. Take. Time. And I’m a bridesmaid and we’re going!”

That was the final word and I had no choice but to comply.

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I’m up in the air- in my father’s territory, bags packed, headed to New Rome, going to see all my friends but my heart is coiled up like a spring, tensing as if it knows the pain it will feel.

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smuttyanimeslut · 4 years

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Tea In Ba Sing Se

Paring: Zuko x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff, slight angst

Description: modern age avatar au with tea shop Zuko

Word count : 1k

Secret Tunnel softly played over the loud speakers in the Jasmine Dragon. Tightly gripped the tea cup as you blew on the steaming hot substance, your eyes locked into the boy behind the counter. The Jasmine Dragon had the best tea in all of the Earth Nation, as well as the most mysterious wait staff. The boy with the burnt eye was new, you had never seen him before, and you would have noticed him.

Your eyes followed him over the rim of the tea cup. His movements direct and smooth. Who was he? Where did he come from? What did he do before this? He never faltered, tripped, or stumbled even when guest got under foot. What could have possibly made him so nimble?

His voice was like honey when speaking to guest, but chipped and short when speaking to his coworkers. He didn’t seem to make friends easy. You felt drawn to him.

His scar seemed familiar some how, even though you were sure you had never seen him. Why wouldn’t he leave your mind?

“Hello,” you said on your third Sunday visiting the shop with the brown headed boy present. You hadn’t changed your schedule since you first stated attending the tea shop several months ago, but now it was different with him here. His name tag read Zuko.

“Hello,” he replied in his honey sweet voice, “how can I help you?” The burnt eye squinted as a small smile played at his lips.

“Can you surprise me?” You asked, your cheeks inflamed. A confused look passed over his face as his small smile turned into a bright one. “With any type of drink.” You added.

“You got it.” He said his gold eyes holding a new spark. The two of you exchanged money before you parted for your usual seat by the window.

The weather outside was changing rapidly, pushing winter in with each passing moment. You brought out your laptop from your bag, and began typing away. When your tea was brought to your table, the cup read in scratchy letters, Earl Grey with a hint of almond milk. A smile played at your lips as you looked down at the lettering.

Weeks passed like this, Zuko preparing surprise teas per your request. His messy hand writing covering the side of your to go cup. The sight of him brought a smile to your face every Sunday.

The cool air seeped into your bones as you rounded the corner to the Jasmine Dragon. The soft cotton of your grey beanie set a top your head, covering the tips of your ears as your nose ran. Your eyes began to watered as the wind picked up, fingers gripped the door handle leading into the Jasmine Dragon.

For a moment you allowed yourself to question why you chose to make the walk here every weekend. It’s the tea and free WiFi, you reasoned, knowing good and well that wasn’t the only reason any longer. While they played a big part in your continued visits, you couldn’t discredit the pounding of your heart when you heard his voice, sweet as honey.

The ding of the shop brought you back to the world around you. Iroh, the Jasmine Dragon’s owner, stood behind the counter. You felt a slight drop in your mood as the brown haired boy was no where to be seen.

“Good morning,” you said walking towards your window seat.

“Good morning,” Iroh replied, his happy disposition over taking your slight melodically.

“I think I decided on a major,” your bag slid nicely into the second seat at your table as you spoke.

“Oh yeah?” Iron asked leaning his hip against the counter, his back to you. “If you ever need a job you know you can just come to me.”

A smile played at your lips as his words filled the empty shop. You had gotten to know Iroh quiet well in the last few months. Despite what his family did, Iroh had a passion for Tea, and had started the shop because of it. Even though he only had one shop, it was known as the best in the whole region.

“I know,” you spoke bitting your lip subconsciously, “and you know I would, but my internship pays for my classes.”

A sign left the older mans mouth, “I always have to try. I know how hard they work you over there.”

“Over where?” The honey sweet voice asked from the back of the shop.

Your eyes darted to the doorway behind the counter where the brown haired boy now stood. His tan long sleeved uniform shirt stretched across his biceps as his shoulder casually leaned against the door. Carelessly, he wiped his hands on a rag before stuffing it into the front of his red apron.

“Sozin’s Comet” you explained, your voice coming out slightly quieter than before. “I work with a few other undergrads on a research project for the company. I- I hope to get placed on the Blue Spirt project when it takes off next winter.”

Zuko lazily pushed himself from the door way. “Why would you want to work with a company like that?” The words he spoke were dripping with venom as his body language and face showed indifference.

Sharply, you took a breath in, you had not expected this type of reaction. “It looked good on my college transcript, and on my resume. Plus,” you stated, your voice raising slightly, “Blue Spirit is supposed to focus on environmental issues like the over production of metals by the Fire Nation and its affect on Water Nation towns.”

Your hands slightly shook as you stared into his darkened gold eyes.

“That project was canceled.” He stated in the voice he reserved for his coworkers.

Your heart sank. That project was your ticket out of Ba Sing Se and straight to the capital city of the Fire Nation. “Oh,” you managed to reply as your body sagged. Suddenly, the scarf around your neck seemed to warm. One of your hands found its way to your beanie as it pulled it from your head, the other hand finding its way into your hair. “I might need that job then Iroh.”

After Zuko told you The Blue Spirit project had been cancelled it was announced to the company. All your email inquires about the cancellation had been dismissed with little to no replies. How did Zuko know this information before you, you wondered? And why was this mysterious boy becoming even more mysterious?

Come Sunday morning you had even more questions that you started the week with. However, when you arrived at the tea shop at your usual time you found a coffee sitting at your table. The same scratchy lettering covered the side of the cup.

“Chai tea with 2 shots espresso” it read.

“He’s off today.” Iroh said, his voice carrying across the empty tea shop. “He felt bad for last week and wanted to make up for it.”

Turning the cup more you saw, “I’m sorry I’m a dick” -Zuko

A chuckle left your throat as you stared at the cup in your hand in disbelief. “Who is he?” You asked.

“Zuko?” Iroh questioned.

Pulling the cup from your lips you hummed a response. “He’s my nephew.”

Weeks had passed, and winter was baring down harder than before. You hadn’t seen Zuko since you had found out his relation to Iroh and your Sunday ritual returned to normal pre-Zuko days.

The footsteps left in the snow disappeared in a blaze of white flurries. If you didn’t have homework due tonight, you would have stayed inside cuddled up on the couch watching tv. Instead, you were trudging through the streets of Ba Sing Se to the only tea shop with free WiFi.

“Iroh,” you said as soon as you walked through the door, snowflakes melting on your eye lashes, “I need something big and hot.”

A chuckle sounded from your left, “I’ve got this one Uncle.” His honey sweet voice said. A smile lit up Iroh’s face, as heat rushes to yours.

“Zuko,” you said, slightly surprised. He sat at your usual table, two cups placed before him, in a pair of black jeans and a wool coat to match. A maroon sweater popped out from underneath as well as the collar of a white shirt. Since the last time you saw him his hair had been cut much shorter than his once unkept mess.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you said slowly approaching the table.

“I didn’t expect to come back.” He replied not moving from his seat. “But I had to know something.”

Seating yourself across from him you spared him another glance. His golden eyes held a new spark to them, and his plump pink lips were slightly chapped from the cold. His tongue darted out to wet them as he looked at you.

“Did you know I was in charge of the Blue Spirit project when you brought it up that day?” He asked sliding a cup in your direction.

“I didn’t.” You replied honestly. “I actually never made the connection. You seemed familiar to me in the beginning but I couldn’t place from where.”

The door of the shop opened, letting in a gust of wind from the harsh outside air. A shiver ran through your body, reminding you of your need for a warm beverage.

“Is that where you’ve been?” You asked casting your gaze downward.

“Yes,” He replied. “You reminded me why I started the project in the first place actually. I was just so frustrated when my father shot it down before I could even begin it, I ran away.”

The shop had began to fill with its regular morning crowd now, voices filling the once silent space. You brought the cup to your lips instead of responding. The warm liquid warmed you as Zuko’s eyes found their way to your lips.

Clearing your throat, you caught Zuko’s eyes. “But what does that really have to do with me.” You asked.

“Right,” a small smile lit up his face, “while I’ve been gone I’ve actually been looking into your work. I was impressed and I want you to be my partner.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and shock over took your features. “O-on the project.” Zuko rushed out after seeing your reaction. A light dusting of pink painted his features.

“I thought you said your father shot it down.” You replied neglicting to give him an answer.

His hand reached around the back of his head, scratching at the base of his neck, “He did, but that doesn’t matter anymore.” His eyes left yours as he spoke, looking off into the shop.

A frustrated sign left your lips, “and why’s that.” You replied.

The boy who spoke in a honey sweet voice, and made you surprise teas every Sunday morning sat before you, not the one who snapped at you over his own company. However, the frustration you felt these last few weeks at his absence was finally coming out.

“Spit it out Zuko.” You snapped, “I have hours of homework to do and your wasting my time.”

“My father doesn’t run the company anymore, I do.” He started, “And I would like your help if your willing to. I’m sorry for wasting your time I just-” he stopped. The hand that was at the base of his neck found yours across the table as he met your eyes. “I didn’t, no- I don’t want to leave Ba Sing Se without you. So take the job.”

The softness of his voice, mixed with the calistness of his hands disorientated you. There was a plead in his words. You didn’t reply right away, weighing your options. In the few moments of silence between you, Zuko had pulled his hand away.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, grabbing his things, “I shouldn’t have asked you that. You barely know me. I’m just going to go.” He grabbed his car keys and tea before standing.

As he passed by, you grabbed his sleeve, following him to your feet. “I just have one question,” you said to the back of his head. Turning to look at you, he met your eyes. “Am I allowed to do this?” You asked before pulling his sleeve to crash your lips onto his.

The chatter of the Jasmine Dragon continued around the two of you as Zuko slowly moved his lips against yours. His free hand quickly found its way to your cheek, caressing it. Once you pulled away Zuko looked into your eyes.

“Yes, just not in the office.”

A smile made it way to your face, “That’s rough buddy.” You replied before pressing your lips back to his.

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some-dr-writings · 4 years

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Gundham Tanaka x Reader One-shot: First Date

Winter always had this captivating beauty about it. A lonely kind of beauty, so distant yet distinct. Nothing was quite like just looking out the window at the snowy mountain forest off in the horizon. Winter break had come and most life fled from the place, returning to their families or simply hid in their dens, like you. With a mostly empty cup of hot coco in hand you looked out that open window as if in a daze. A breeze flew past making the sharp contrast between the cool it brought and the hot cup more apparent. Without realizing it you pulled the mug just a bit closer to your chest, wishing for more of that warmth.

Taking a sip from it, something caught your gaze. Out in the white that distinctive berry purple scarf and long black coat leaped out, like adding a drop of lemon juice to a mild milk tea. “Ice Lord Tanaka, returning to the dorms already?” It was odd for the man to be returning to the dorms in the morning hours. It always took so much time and effort to properly tend to his creatures that he hardly had time for much else. “Ah, so the watcher of endless shadows has risen to search this low domain for a change. The demon beasts have taken to laying dormant in the new creeping polar environs that all but consumed this land.” “Huh, I guess you don’t have much to do with most of them hibernating.” Gundham simply nodded drawing your attention to his scarf. There was no movement whatsoever. “Even the Dark Devas?” “Indeed, they have too.”

“Hey, Dark Lord, want some hot coco?” “Hmm, I see no reason to decline such an offer.”

Gundham leaned against the wall beside your window as you prepared him a drink. At first glance not many would assume the Super High School Breeder and Super High School Level Astronomer would be friends but you two were. You both were very introverted, not finding much stimulation from being with too many others or in loud situations, you two kept to yourselves. Ironically that’s likely what magnetized you to one another. You didn’t need to talk to enjoy the other’s company. There was no need to fill the air with meaningless noise. You never had ‘how’s the weather’ kind of conversations, when you spoke there was always a specific purpose behind it.

Funny thing, the first time you two met you never spoke. You had set up your telescope and were star gazing when you heard an owl. Not thinking much of it you looked though that telescope, having an uncharacteristically difficult time finding Saturn. Moments later you heard some rustling. Finally taking a look behind yourself you saw a man you’d come to learn was called Gundham, wearing a big, thick glove with an owl perched on it. Minding your own business, you went about readjusting your telescope. And there you two stood, Gundham tending to the owl and you internally cheering having finally found that planet. Hearing another hoot, you were surprised it was so close. The man was beside you and the owl perched on his arm kept looking at you. Cautiously the bird was held out to you. Confused yet intrigued you gently held up a hand and pet the bird on the head with the back of your fingers. It’s feathers seemed to fluff out making the creature look even softer than it actually was. Gundham’s eyes slightly widened in surprise seeing the creature’s reaction before pulling his arm back. Facing out into the distance Gundham then threw up his arm, sending the owl flying, never to be seen again. Reaching into a small bag you had beside you, you pulled out a pair of binoculars and passed them to Gundham so he could watch it leave just a few moments longer, even in the far distance. After some time of looking through it, Gundham passed the binoculars back to you. Placing them away you took a few steps back and gestured to the telescope. After a moment of hesitation Gundham looked through it. Much time was spent showing him a few more planets a couple of stars. Soon though you and Gundham parted ways the same way you met. Wordlessly as you looked to the sky and he the horizon.

“So, what are you going to do now?” “That, in fact, was what I was pondering myself till you summoned me.” “Huh… Well, if you have nothing better to do, why don’t we go on a date?” Suddenly loud stifled coughing erupted from Gundham as his entire face flushed such a velvety rose pink. Perhaps you should not have asked that as he was mid-sip. When his coughing fit was over you simply passed him a handful of napkins in case he splashed hot coco on himself in the momentary chaos. “You okay there, buddy?” “I, t-the Supreme Overlord of Ice, am fine! I am unflappable!” “Uh-huh, suuuuure.” “Don’t take such a dry tone with me!” “Okay, okay. Sorry.” A light chuckle bubbled up from deep in your chest seeing a light steam radiate off the Dark Lord’s still flushed face. “But, seriously though. Let’s go on a date. It seems neither of us have anything better to do today, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t mind the idea of being partners. You’re my closest friend, we get along great, any good romantic relationship needs a stable base, I can’t see a more stable base than being good friends, and you’re cute. But if you don’t want to that’s A-Okay.” “Seeker of the Void, you should not speak of partaking in courting rituals so lightly! You do realize you are speaking with the one who shall soon rule this world, Gundham Tanaka, the Overlord of Ice!” “Yeah, I realize that.” Gundham simply stared at you, his mind momentarily blanking. “C-courting me shall be no easy task! Do you truly wish to even attempt such an endeavor?” “Well, if the date doesn’t go well or feels like every other time we hang out, we can just pretend this never happened.” “No. If you’ve the courage to face me and say such things you shall not yield! Prepare you soul for the clash of a lifetime! If you’ve the power to see through your words and fight to the end, I shall await for your challenge at the gates of this confined land.” With that said he placed his mug on the windowsill and walked away.

“… huh.” After placing the mugs on the small coffee table in your room you shut the window… A bright red dusted your cheeks as the situation really sunk in. Flopping onto your bed you buried your face into a pillow. Yes, you had a crush on the Dark Lord for a long time, but you didn’t think he’d accept! You were just saying it casually to test the waters! Oh, curse how you always got so fixated on things and just can’t let go! You weren’t mentally prepared to already be doing this! You didn’t even have a plan! What were you going to do!? A movie? Shopping? What!? What do people do on dates anyway!? You never dated before, the only things you knew about dating were the little you heard from your classmates and the romantic subplots you’ve seen on T.V. shows and movies!

The icy wind blew past causing Gundham to tug even more at his scarf. A tinge of pink still softly dusted his cheeks since that proposal was made. A ‘date’… Even just merely thinking of that simple word forced his heart to pitter-patter faster and faster. How pitiful that a mere word could draw such a reaction from him. He was Gundham Tanaka and…. and… a-and… he had no idea what he was doing! But it was fine, it was going to be just fine. He was just going to hang out with you! It was fine! Right!? Maybe!? Like, sure, Gundham often found himself wishing you were by his side almost all the time, and the thought of going on simple little adventures like a date were all he dreamed of as of late, so doing for real should be fine, right!? He was getting the chance to do something he wanted! “BE STILL MY FLUTTERING HEART!” Who was he kidding, he was an absolute mess.

The sound of speeding foot falls crunching against snow rang out as you raced towards the breeder. “H-hey, Tanaka. So, is there anything you want to do?” “… You are the one who initiated this, I assumed you would have provided the ideas. Though, your consideration for my thoughts are appreciated.” “Well, if you don’t have any, I was thinking we could go for a walk at a park, maybe go shopping and watch a movie, take a nap, whatever we feel like really, oh and if we’re somehow lucky enough and the weather clears up, we could see a comet tonight! It’ll be extra gorgeous since it’s winter! In winter there’s less moisture in the air so the sky is more crisp and clear than at any other time! Though there are often clouds obscuring the view in this area so, it’ll be a gamble if we get to see much in the first place.” “Ah, go with our instincts and let the universe decide our fate, you’re saying. Very well then! I shall follow your lead.” “Alright, I guess we’ll just start walking and see where out feet take us!”

The pair of you walked in a comforting silence with your cheeks still red, but from the cold or your welling up feelings, neither of you knew. Having gotten to a park you found your gaze wandering around, lingering on the bare, spindly trees and that wavering gray lake. Glancing up at the sky you realized just how dark those clouds above were. Perhaps it would snow soon. The wind quickly picked up, constantly swirling and dancing about you two. It even threw up the long ends of Gundham’s scarf, whipping it around causing a crisp, sharp snap sound to occasionally ring out. With the noise neither of you noticed the similar clicking sounds that began to surround you till something hard hit your head. “Ouch! Wait, hail this time of year, or is it graupel?” All too quickly those ice chunks came raining down faster and faster as the wind grew more violent. “Or would this be sleet? Maybe we should ask a meteorologist. Is there a Super High School Level one at the school? But they’d li-” “Seeker of the Void, it matters not what it’s called. These are small, hard, painful attacks from the heavens. We must escape!” “Ah, you’re right! We can figure that out later!”

As you two ran with your arms covering your head, you raced to the small temple just ahead. “Well… at least we have shelter.” Gundham didn’t respond, just stoically looked out at the precipitation. “… Maybe going on a date today wasn’t the best idea. At least we got some exercise out of this.” You wanted to try seeing the bright side of this, but you could only find that one reason with your usual pragmatic approach. As you were searching through your coat pockets for your phone to look up if a Meteorologist went to Hope’s Peak, you suddenly heard foot falls. “Huh? Wa- Tanaka! Where are you going!?” “Wait here!” Gundham ran and slipped through the wind and hail not looking back. “… Tanaka you idiot! You’re just going to get hurt! What are you even doing!?” Seeing his form retreat off into the distance, a sigh escaped your lips. As much as you wished to chase after him, he specifically told you to stay put, so he clearly had some plan, but a plan for what? All you could do at this point was simply wait for him.

And so, you waited.

And waited.

Perhaps it was your unsteady mind making the time feel like it was ticking away at such a slow pace, perhaps he truly was taking so long, but that time waiting for him to return felt like a thousand days. It was certainly not helped by you constantly looking down the white covered path the man had left on, but you couldn’t get yourself to do anything else, you were much too antsy. Then finally you saw a figure. Not even giving it a second thought you raced to it. Surely enough it was- “Tanaka!” You managed to stop yourself in time to keep from crashing into him. Absolutely out of breath, Gundham rested his hand on his slightly bent knee trying to catch his breath. His scarf hung loosely around his neck. “A. There is no Super High School Level Meteorologist. B. Were you running this whole time!? In THIS wind!” It was then you suddenly noticed what Gundham held towards you. “I-I have procured the best charm I could find in the cl-closest marketplace.” “An umbrella! Thank you Tanaka. Though, we could have just stayed at the temple for a while. You didn’t have to go to this much trouble. You must have gotten pelted by the hail or whatever this is. It must have hurt.” Straightening himself out, he looked you directly in the eyes. “I am the Overlord of Ice; these mere pellets can do no such harm to me! I was the only one who could salvage this date. Even if the heavens try to disrupt this union, this ritual, no such thing as fate shall stand in my way!” The softest, most tender of smiles formed on those lips of yours even in that harsh wind, sent the Ice Lord’s heart a flight faster than the flutter of a butterfly’s wing. “… o-oh. Thank you, that’s so sweet.” “S-sweet!?” As you took a step closer, he could feel his entire face igniting in that familiar heat. How were you able to do this to him without even trying?

Wanting to just momentarily hide away to compose himself he tugged up on his scarf. Just as he did so, more wind came thrashing about, stealing the garment. “Your scarf!” You immediately chased after it, leaving Gundham to run after you, desperately holding the umbrella just out far enough to cover you. Zipping from left to right to any direction it was thrown higher and higher. “I think it’s gone into the street!” “Void Seeker! You don-” “Rental bikes!” Dashing out of the park you smashed some yen haphazardly into the slot and took out a bike. You were already riding away when Gundham managed to hop on the bike stand pegs on the back wheel before you left without him. Gripping your shoulder for balance he used his other hand to hold the clear umbrella before you, acting like a windshield of sorts.

You certainly never thought you’d ever find yourself peddling on a bike so fervently in a storm before but here you were, fighting against the wind, suddenly swerving around the few cars that passed your way, making sharp turns when your balance was tossed off, desperate not to crash! The ice certainly didn’t make things any easier, causing the ground to be slippery and bumpy at the same time making control almost near impossible. Despite Gundham’s best efforts those ice chunks crashed into you, and even almost into your eyes at times.

Sliding down a steep hill you had to take your feet off the pedals fearing the overwhelming speed would break your knees. Everything was but a blur as you zipped down faster and faster. “Wait!” You looked over your shoulder to see Gundham, hoping being just a bit closer would make your voice a little more clear even in the thundering clicks and howls. “We might be fast enough now!” “What!?” “Tanaka get your scarf! It might be our only chance!” Understanding, he gave you a firm nod. You tried keeping the bike steady for Gundham, who had to stand on his tiptoes reaching out as far as he could. It seemed each time the scarf was within reach it slipped from his fingers. Every single time! “Tanaka!” You were already speeding all too closely to the bottom of the hill, and you had to make a sharp turn.

…

With a groan you slowly pushed yourself off the ground. “Y/N!” “Huh? Who is-… Tanaka?” He was absolutely unrecognizable. Never before had you seen him so close to you. Never before had you seen him look so worried, scared even. Never before had you heard him call you by your first name. “Where are you hurt? How are you feeling? Do I need to summon healers?” “Did you get your scarf.” “… Seeker of the Void! Now is not the time to fret over such things! What is most important is your wel-” “I see it, your scarf!” You hopped to your feet, quickly racing to it before it got uncaught in the fallen, dented bike. “I got it!” Immediately Gundham was at by your side, dropping the broken umbrella. “You appear well enough.” “Ah! Sorry! I just wanted to get it before it was blown away again. As for me… very sore, maybe some bruising, but nothing bad. I think I more rolled than crashed. What about you?” “Heh, a pitiable attack such as that is no match for me!” “Good!”

A deep sigh escaped you as you picked up the bike. “That was certainly more than enough excitement for a week.” “Let us take shelter there for the time being.” He pointed toward a little café nearby. “What about the bike? I don’t think we can take in it in with us.” “Leave it out here. Look around, other than us no others dare to brave this treacherous terrain. Though should our transport be taken, I’ll pay the price, this is done on my suggestion after all.” Though a little hesitant you decided to go along with that plan.

Stepping into the café was like entering another world. So peaceful, so calm, it was absolutely lovely! When you and Gundham sat down you realized just how exhausted you felt. You simply let yourself sink into the seat. “… Maybe I should have thought this out more. It was awfully spur of the moment asking you out.” You looked out the window to the chaos that dwelled outside. “It was cloudy, I should have had the forethought to check the weather at least.” “Seeker of the Void.” “I mean, I was actually awake in the day and not napping to go stargazing tonight because I knew the weather wasn’t good.” “Void Seeker.” “Maybe I-”

Your thoughts suddenly came to a halt feeling your foot being nudged. “Huh?” Gundham sat there with his arms folded. His gaze seemed to bore holes into your figure, focusing solely on you. “The past matters not. You may dwell on possibilities all you like, but that will not change it.” “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve just got to make the most of this moment, right?” “Exactly.” Seeing that small kind smile curl on his lips set your mind at ease. It was then you remembered something. “Oh, and since in this moment we’re inside I can give your scarf back without it blowing away!” Not wanting to accidentally touch Gundham, knowing he didn’t like contact, you opted to place the garment on the table and slide it to him. “I thank you.”

After that not much was said. You two just enjoyed the quiet. This was just what you needed. Yes, the other patrons were a bit too noisy for either of your liking, but it was nice getting to rest after the hectic time before… It wasn’t that bad in the café either. The floor and walls were soft, light tan, wooden boards, and the furniture were a wooden dark reddish-brown. It was all so mild and warm. The other patrons mostly kept to themselves. The sounds of the creaking of wooden seats, the light thuds of foot falls against the wooden floorboard, the clinking of silverware, and the soft playing of piano music filled the air. The food was good too. The flavors like the café were mild, but comforting. Could use a little something to make it pop, but you were an astronomer, not a food critic, so you didn’t care all too much. It still tasted good.

Soon the music had changed. Still piano, but it was up-beat or at least faster paced. Jazz perhaps? Whatever genre it was, it got your foot tapping to the beat. It was a rather catchy tune too. “Hmm?” Then something got caught under your toes. Wanting to continue your tapping you decided to nudge whatever the object was out of the way. Instead it lightly nudged back? You nudged it with your other foot, which was immediately tapped against by something else. Looking up to the man who sat across from you, you saw he had his eyes closed and arms crossed. Curiously, you lightly kicked forward getting caught on something. A small huff escaped Gundham before you felt the bottom of your foot being lightly pushed back.

Continuing to tap, nudge, kick, and push one another you were desperately trying and failing to hide your ever-growing enormous grin as Gundham looked to be perfectly stoic and composed, not even flinching. You were now determined to get him to crack. You couldn’t be the only one smiling like a little child. As you were pondering on what to do, your foot slipped when pushing back, kicking the leg of the table sending all the silverware clattering for a moment. Without thinking you clamped your hands over your mouth, not wanting to burst out into nervous laughter and drawing more attention your way. At least you got a reaction from Gundham, who genuinely looked surprised. “Geez, Tanaka. You need to be more careful; we were almost caught.” You spoke just under your breath, not wanting others to hear. “Me? What could you possibly mean? You’re the one who kicked the table.” “You’re the one who started this.” “I, Gundham Tanaka, the Overlord of Ice, would never kick off such a childish game.” “’kick off’?” You desperately tried stifling you giggle hearing the Great and Mighty Gundham Tanaka of all people make a pun. In your little fit of laughter, you missed the tinge of pink which dusted his cheeks and his gentle smile which stretched from ear to ear.

Neither of you were willing to give up your little game, you both wanted to get the last hit in and be the winner. As the game continued you got lost in your own world, all composure thrown out the window, both giggling messes. Your fun was soon interrupted though as an employee came telling you, you were starting to disturb the other customers and that you had spent far too much time loitering around, not having ordered anything else in over an hour. Gundham abruptly stood from his seat, slapping some money onto the table. “You mortal believe you can tell me, the Overlord of Ice what to do!? Though bold you are quite foolish. Come my companion! Let us take flight as to not allow these fiends to humiliate themselves further!” He then gently tugged on your coat. “… Sure, but I must add, you’re really freaking cute Tanaka.” “Cute!? P-preposterous!” Then you zipped past him, lightly kicking his foot. “You fiend! You managed to pull off such trickery! Not that it will matter for long though, for I shall be the winner!” He swiftly made chase after you out of the café.

You ran up and down the streets with the bike in hand trying to avoid Gundham’s attacks while hitting back with your own counters. Only the laughter you two shared could be heard in the calm desolate white world. It was gently carried along by the breeze ushering the peace that now existed. You noticed a glint in the Ice Lord’s eyes, as smirk formed on his lips. Suddenly white ice was kicked up distracting you from your advance and you were counter attacked! Loud, cheerful laughter erupted from deep within Gundham, and continued to do so as he spoke. “Oh dear, sweet, Seeker of the Void! You are in my domain now! There is no hope of your winning this match, for I am Gundham Tanaka, the Overlord of Ice!” “Ha! I bet you can’t get the last hit before we get to the park!” “Hah! I’d like to see you even attempt such a feat!”

The closer the two of you neared the park the more heated the battle became. You felt your heart pounding as you ran. You got the last hit, you just needed to keep dodging and you’d win! Though constantly running and laughing was not a good combination, you were so lightheaded you were likely a little delirious. Gundham was in the same position believing he was winning. Whatever the case was, neither of you could care at this point it was too fun. After placing the bike back in the rack, you leaned against it, trying to catch your breath. “Oh boy, I-I’m exhausted.” “Hmph, t-though you spend your life still and gazing, you put up quite a fight!” “Well, I guess that’s what you get for hiking up mountain peaks for the best view!”

As you made sure the bike was properly secure, Gundham’s gaze shifted towards the heavens. “Void Seeker, do you believe the winds shall grant us a clear view of you comet?” “… You remembered that? I just mentioned it off hand, didn’t I? Or did I start rambling again?” “That matters not, you spoke of it, and it’s your passion. I would never forget.” Your eyes sparkled with delight. “Well, the sky is starting to clear up so there might be a chance! Though obviously checking the weather report is the best, but I’ve found that so often it can be wrong that I just use it as more of a guideline. At this point I just go with my instinct and knowledge of the weather since I have to deal with it so much, I’ve learned a thing or two about how it works, and I think… I think we might have a chance!” “So, we are too rest now?” “Yeah! If we wanna stay up all night stargazing we’re gonna have to sleep now! Aw, I hope this works out!” Giddily you skipped into the park, twirling and spinning around as you took out your phone, setting an alarm.

“This looks like a good napping spot!” Kicking your feet up, you fell onto the ground. “Out here and not the dorms? I assumed you’d wish to quickly collect your tools.” “We’ll have enough time to get to the dorms later! Right now, I’m tired from all that running so we’ll just nap here!” Not questioning your reasoning, Gundham simply shrugged his shoulders and fell onto the ground beside you. Curling up into your coat and closing your eyes you swiftly fell asleep, just barely registering the single light nudge against your foot.

With a yawn and a stretch, you awoke to that dreaded, awful, blaring siren. “… not a cloud.” Gundham slowly sat up, grunting as he tried rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. Standing up you lightly nudged Gundham’s foot. “We need to get going if we wanna get the shopping done and get back to the school by night fall.” “Shopping?” “Yeah! We’re going to get hungry staying up all night.”

There was a spring in your step as you merrily walked along the sidewalk, occasionally playfully kicking at your companion’s feet to which he’d return the favor. The sun had yet to set but it was close to doing so. You watched as each of your breaths froze in the air before dissipating into mist and gently swirling away on the wind. The soft crunching of the ice beneath one’s footfalls was absolutely delightful on the ear.

Quickly you spotted that small neon sign flash on in the distance. Your pace slightly quickened, daydreaming of the delightful treats that awaited you and your companion inside. Arriving at the tiny convenience store you went straight to a specific aisle. “Hey, Tanaka pick out whatever you want, alright? I’ll pay!” Then you zipped around already knowing what you wanted. The elderly man behind the counter smiled and lightly waved as you passed by for a moment. “Ah, Y/N going out on another trip?” “Nope! Staying at school this time. Sorry I won’t be buying as much because of that.” “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll be fine. You’re not my only customer you know. Now, who’s this fellow here?” “He’s my date.” “Oh, a date. I see I see. Wait… is this the great Gundham Tanaka I’ve heard so much about?” You froze for a moment feeling a blush cover your entire face. “Y-yeah. And I haven’t talked about him that much!” The man chuckled seeing Gundham’s cheeks flair up. “Ah, youth.”

The place was filled with brands and treats Gundham didn’t recognize. All the packaging was quite colorful too, a stark contrast from the simple, calm store. He meandered around looking for some treat as you chatted away with the man behind the counter about the comet tonight. Soon something caught the Ice Lord’s attention. It was but a plain blue box, a single side was see-though allowing one to spot the dull gold orb inside. “Chocolate Orange” was all that was written on the lid. After taking a few more moments to see if anything else caught his fancy he made his way for the counter, sliding the box to you.

“Huh? Aren’t you going to scan the items?” The man lightly shook his head. “You finally gained the courage to ask the young man out. I’m not going to have you worry over payment.” “What? No! I have to give you something!” “Alright, alright. Take your friend out on an out of town date some time and buy some extra treats for the road. Now get going, I’m sure there’s more exciting things to do on a date than speaking with an old man.” He laughed once more seeing how you and Gundham so easily blushed at his comments.

“Sorry about Mr. Sato. He’s a good acquaintance of mine who I end up rambling to when I go to his store. It’s always my last stop before I go on any trip stargazing, his place has the best snacks that can last for a long time!” The sun was just beginning to set, casting orange, purple, red, and yellow hues across the sky. “So, what did you get? Something new to try or an old favorite?” “Something new. Should the mere thought be tantalizing enough we could try it now.” “Oh, good idea! We can see if it’s good or not now and not have to deal with it later when the comet arrives if it’s not.”

Quickly sifting through the small paper bag, you took out the small box and held it out to Gundham. “Oh! Uh… Should I place it on the ground, or…” Your words trailed off seeing Gundham hesitantly hold up his bandaged hand. Ever so gently he took the box, his fingers brushing against yours. You swore your heart skipped a beat in that moment. Playing footsies was one thing it wasn’t really touching, but this… Neither of you spoke of it, there was no need. Words simply would have muddled the message that simple act conveyed. A simple act that meant everything to you. Getting so absorbed in the moment you almost didn’t notice how the now empty box was held out to you. “o-oh, Oh!” With a shaky hand you took the box back.

You watched as Gundham simply held the orb for a moment. The sun was directly behind him, casting his figure in a bright glow, simultaneously as a long dark shadow trailed from him. Unwrapping the gold foil from the treat, the chocolate inside was revealed. The chocolate was clearly cut into many pieces yet, still held it’s shape. After a moment of struggle Gundham managed to snap an orange segment shaped slice out… Then he held it out to you in his open bandaged palm. You heard your heart pound in your ears. Your mind sputtered to a stop just staring at that hand. All you could do was keep walking. Hesitantly that hand loosely closed and retracted, falling to Gundham’s side. You were suddenly snapped back to your senses when you felt something shaking beside your hand. Still trembling it slid into your open palm. As your fingers curled around the slice your hands parted.

The milk chocolate was mild with an orange zing that spread through the entire thing.

Gundham stood before your dorm room as you came out with your disassembled telescope in it’s case. The pair of you quickly climbed your way up to the rooftop of the dormitory. Once there you set about preparing and reassembling the telescope. You then spread out a blanket and laid atop it, simply waiting for the show to begin. After an hour or so of occasionally nudging the other’s feet with your own it finally happened. A streak cut through the sky quickly dissipating. Then another, and another till those streaks filled the sky. Confused, Gundham turned to you. “Do you know how the phenomena of meteor showers or shooting stars happen? Most often they occur when a comet passes by. The comet leaves a lot of stuff behind in it’s travels, that stuff getting pulled in by a planet’s gravity. As it enters the atmosphere, it burns up, disintegrating before it even gets to make impact, that’s why it’s so bright.”

Your eyes always seemed to be fixed on the sky, it was rarer your gaze shifted to anywhere else. Gundham used to wonder why that was. Was there something up there you longed for that was out of reach here? Did you just like marveling at it’s beauty? Quickly after meeting you, he stopped questioning it. It didn’t matter really. It just meant that if you even did pay attention to anything else, it must have been quite special indeed. So, when you turned to glance at him, to him, the world stopped. Being with such a person, a person who only dedicated their time to things they cared about and nothing else. It made him feel like he meant absolutely everything… that must have been why the simple word ‘date’ could send his heart aflight. It was because YOU said it. You asked him, not the other way around. You really wanted to be with him.

You shivered as that cold wind brushed past. As you hugged yourself you noticed Gundham had scooted closer to you. Undoing his scarf, he rewrapped it around himself but with only one end, the other was gently placed atop your shoulders. A content sigh slipped from his chapped lips seeing you so tenderly wrap the garment around yourself.

Though that night felt to be an eternity the sun still rose. Neither of you dared move as it climbed higher and higher into that brightening sky. Gundham tried stifling it, but you still caught the yawn that managed to escape him. You gently tugged on the scarf, signaling Gundham to stand up. You slowly set to disassembling the telescope, collecting your trash and rolling up the blanket. The whole time you were tied close to one another, not willing to loosen the scarf even a little.

All to soon you found yourselves standing before your room. Gently you untied the scarf. “… Void Seeker. I… I wish to continue this ritual. This ‘date’ was but the first step after all. So… would you have me? To keep close…” He feared his heart was going to burst from his chest as he spoke. He found he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “… Want to stay up all night for New Year’s Eve and day, but that’s a few days from now… Well, it’ll take a day to readjust our sleeping schedule. I’ll be up for being awake in the day, day after tomorrow!” “Y-yes! Certainly! A-and I, Gundham Tanaka, shall plan the date this time! Come and reunite with me at the same place and time from our date yesterday!” His strangely excited yet nervous laughter filled the air as he practically sprinted away.

Dashing into his room he slammed the door shut. He took deep breaths trying to steady his racing heart. Leaning against the wall he slid down, just letting gravity take him. Lightly chuckling, he smiled, it sinking in that he got another date! Wait- were you two going steady now? Were you partners!? Then that familiar pitter patter of feet filled the air. “My Devas, you’ve awakened!... You sensed the Void Searcher’s presence on me, no doubt…” The four hamsters quickly, yet sleepily scurried towards Gundham. “Y-yes……… I- N-NO THEY ARE NOT MY MATE, WE’RE STILL COURTING!... well… not at the moment, I believe? M-maybe…” Of all beings, Gundham never thought his loyal Devas would be teasing him about his crush… or would it be his partner? He burrowed his face into his scarf, desperate to hide… The scarf you also wore… So much for trying to slow his heart! “It seems these affections for Y/N will be the end of me.” Hugging the scarf close, he smiled, day dreaming of what to do on your next date.

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To fill my Marvel Fluff Bingo square, Astronomer AU. No warnings apply, rated G, Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson, 2759 words. Read it here or over on AO3.

Matt makes his way slowly into the room. The first thing he finds is the couch in the middle, presumably facing the TV, so Matt circles it slowly, his cane tapping lightly between the heavy thud of upholstery on his left and the hollow chink of wooden skirting board. The cane makes a higher tink as it collides with a metal structure and Matt reaches out with his hand, searching, and confirms a metal cabinet. He continues sweeping his cane across the hardwood floor, wary of any rugs, as his hands skate the surface of the cabinet finding photo frames, three clustered plant pots. He sends some loose sheets of paper skating off the surface and freezes, trying to track their direction of flight.

“Don’t worry about it!” Foggy calls from the kitchen. “I’ll get them.”

Matt turns his head over his shoulder, towards Foggy, and grins sheepishly. “Sorry. Comes with the territory.”

Foggy tsks quietly. “It’s not a problem. They’re just bills. You said whisky, right?”

Matt nods, “Yes, thanks,” and resumes his exploration. There’s an open doorway just past the cabinet, and Matt pauses, head tilted. “This the bathroom?”

“Yup.”

Matt moves his cane again, and it twangs in his hand with another metal vibration. But this doesn’t feel as heavy as the cabinet. He frowns, and reaches forward as he hears Foggy come up behind him.

“Oh, that’s a little more fragile, but feel free to… feel away.”

Intriguing. Matt stretches through space and finds smooth, painted metal with his fingertips. The metal is curved into a tube, and as his fingers move along it they find an encircling ridge. The object gives under his touch, and he finds the pivot point, the tripod suspending it. He tucks his cane under his arm and takes a step forward, using both hands to get a better idea of its dimensions.

Matt turns his head back in Foggy’s direction. “Is a telescope actually useful in New York City?”

Foggy makes a considering noise. “It’s alright. Not as good as, say, the Socorro Desert. But I can still see things.”

“Does your apartment have roof access?”

“Not the apartment itself, but the super lets me use the service stairs.

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

Matt files that away, drops his hands and turns towards Foggy. “Shall we sit?”

“Sure.” Foggy moves towards the couch. “Did you find the couch? It’s over here.” He pats the cushion with an open palm, a firm thump of orienting sound.

Matt smiles at him. “Yes, thanks.” There’s a coffee table as well that Foggy forgot to mention, but he expected that. He folds up his cane and drops it on the coffee table and sits down next to Foggy before accepting his drink. “So, what sort of things do you like to look at? You’re not a creeper, are you?” He takes a sip, revelling as always in the first burn.

Foggy laughs loudly at that. “No. I’m an astronomer.”

Matt tilts his head. “You said you were a teacher.”

“I am. I teach Observational Astronomy and Cosmology at NYU.”

Matt laughs. “And here I was, thinking you were a dance teacher.” Foggy had held the class in his palm, everyone drawn to him, like he had the strongest gravitational pull in the room. It had only taken three classes for Matt to succumb, and accept an invitation for a drink.

“That’s just a hobby. I like to boogie. And it’s a good way to meet people,” Foggy says, nudging Matt with his elbow.

Matt raises his glass, and Foggy clinks them together. “Slainte. So, do you do this often?” He takes a sip.

“Meet people?”

“Bring strange men back to your apartment.”

Foggy laughs at that. “Strangers are friends we haven’t yet met. But, honestly? No. I don’t.”

Matt considers that. He, in contrast, does do this often, but usually only once or twice with the same person. Matt’s a comet, shooting in and out, plenty of noise and fuss but little substance.

“How about you,” Foggy asks.

“Me?” Matt mentally scans through all the men and women he’s dated in recent history. This may not be the moment to share that information.

“How do you make your crust?”

“Oh.” Matt leans back against the couch cushions and stretches an arm along the seat back, towards Foggy. “I’m a lawyer,” he says, mouth quirking in a slight smile, and waits for the inevitable praise. People are always impressed.

“Oh cool. I nearly did Law,” Foggy says. People often say this - it’s one of those throwaway lines. But then he adds, “I was aiming for Columbia but then… I took an intro to Astronomy class over the summer after high school and I sort of… fell into the stars.”

Matt tilts his head. “Tell me about it.”

Foggy hums, consideringly. “I’d always been interested, you know?” he says. “But I hadn’t really thought that it could be my job. I thought it would be fun to take the class, that it would be interesting. So I did.”

“Always a solid choice, choosing the interesting.”

“It was residential, close to an observatory. One morning we got up in the middle of the night, and towards dawn I saw the Orion Nebula. It’s near Orion’s Belt. And it was so beautiful, and unknown. I wanted more. I couldn’t stop thinking of what else must be out there.

“I mean, we do know a lot now, especially when a probe like Juno fires back information, but also a lot of it we can’t exactly know. No one knows what it’s like to stand on the surface of Eros, not really. Or what the Helix Nebula looks like from the inside. We can model it, sure, but we can’t know. I was hungry to find out what I could. I was hooked.” Foggy stops, abruptly, and Matt can hear him sip his drink.

Matt is struck by the emotion in Foggy’s voice, growing with every word. “That’s a great story,” he says. “Not everyone finds their passion, or follows it.

Foggy takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Yeah. You know, I don’t usually tell people all that, right out of the blocks.”

“I guess I should feel honoured,” Matt says.

“You should, my friend,” Foggy says, the humour back in his voice.

Matt angles his head towards the telescope in the corner. “And that. Do you use it often?”

“Uh yeah, I do, actually.” Matt can hear Foggy shifting against the cushions, like he’s embarrassed again, caught out. “I mean, it’s no match for the Keck telescopes, but it still lets me look. I like looking.”

“Why don’t you show me?” Matt suggests. “I mean, if it’s a good night for it.”

Foggy holds his breath for a moment, then lets out a puff of laughter. “Sure. Why not.”

It takes a minute to get sorted. Matt snaps out his cane, stashes the whisky bottle under his free arm and holds the glasses in that hand. Foggy is gentle, almost reverent, with the telescope as he folds up the tripod. They head out the apartment door, Foggy and telescope leading, Matt and whisky following, and up the stairwell to the roof.

The summer air is still warm, but cooler than the oppressive heat of the day. “Over here,” Foggy says. There’s a table and a couple of chairs set up to one side, and Matt settles down to listen as Foggy fusses over the equipment.

“You do do this often.”

“Mmm. It’s nice up here. Quiet.”

Matt listens to the sound of cars rushing in the street below. It’s muffled, sure, and you can’t ever escape cars in New York City. But Foggy’s right. It is peaceful.

“What do you see?”

“There’s still some light in the sky from the sun, but Mars is close and bright. And Venus. Not that I need the telescope for them.”

“You don’t?”

“Not to find them. They’re just like bright stars. But it’s not really dark enough yet. I’ll wait a bit.” The other chair creaks as Foggy sinks into it. “Tell me about your law practice, Matt. Are you a corporate hotshot?”

“Not so much.” Matt shrugs. “It’s just me and my partner Kirsten, and our paralegal Karen. I mostly do what Kirsten says.”

“Partner?”

“Business partner,” Matt says, smiling at Foggy. “Best friend from law school.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“Small stuff, mostly. Tenancy disputes, work visas, that kind of thing. Most of our clients come from here in the Kitchen.”

“Sticking up for the little guy!” Foggy cries. “Show me some skin.” Matt holds up his palm and Foggy high fives him. “That’s what I wanted to do.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well, like I said, it was the stars. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d learned in that in astronomy class. And I’m good at Math, so that helps. I ended up switching from Philosophy to Physics before the year started. And then I went on to get my doctorate at UC Davis. My parents were devastated when they realised I wasn’t going to drive a Bentley” he says, laughing.

Matt laughs with him. “Academia isn’t really a way to make money, is it?”

“It’s really, really not. Not like law. Mom wanted me to be a butcher but that was never going to happen, so at least I could have done something which would have made me rich. Such a disappointment.”

Matt laughs at that. “You sound like me. I’ll never be rich.”

“Your family counting on you for the bucks, too?”

Matt sobers. “Uh, not exactly.” He needs to get off this topic, now. “How far into the galaxy do you usually look?”

“The radiotelescope guys look right back in time, as far as we can look. But I kind of like our neighbourhood - our solar system. Each planet in our solar system is a whole world. Well, obviously they literally are worlds. They’re suspended, hanging in the enormous void of space. They look so serene, from Earth, as they hurtle through the endless blackness, but they’re dynamic and complex. Did you know that the Great Red Spot on Jupiter is so large that two Earths could fit side by side inside it? It’s an enormous storm that’s been raging for at least 150 years, probably much longer.”

Matt shakes his head. “I don’t know much about any of it.”

“We’re all so far from each other, and together at the same time. Once you leave our solar system it’s 25 trillion miles to the next one.”

“The next galaxy?”

“The next solar system. Our galaxy is fifty-two thousand light years across.”

Matt shakes his head. It’s too big a number to make sense.

“We’re bound by gravity to the rest of our solar system. There are so many stars and planets out beyond the Kuiper Belt,” Foggy continues, “And we’ll never be able to reach them. We can’t even see most of what we know is out there, we just have to make an educated guess at it, work it out from the clues.”

Matt half-smiles to himself, and takes a sip of his drink. “Seeing and knowing are two different things.”

“Uh, yeah, of course, I didn’t mean to--”

Matt cuts him off with the wave of his hand. “So you took the class, and fell in love with astronomy?”

“Oh no, that happened much earlier. Growing up in the city I never saw that many stars, you know? When I was eleven I went away on summer camp to this place upstate. We stayed in these little cabins in the woods by a lake, just outside a small town. It was weird - so quiet, but sometimes you’d hear a wild animal. And at night, the stars! I didn’t know the sky could be like that. Like grains of sand scattered across a velvet blanket. I’d sneak out in the middle of the night when the sky was truly dark, and the entire sky was covered with stars. The trees were only visible as the places where the stars weren’t.

“I discovered later that Aboriginal people in Australia, who live in the desert where obviously it’s really dark and the sky is very clear, have constellations that are the darker areas between the stars. The reverse of us who live with more light pollution. All people look up at the stars. We all wonder.”

Foggy suddenly sounds like he’s come back to himself, remembered where he was. “I’m sorry, I’m doing all the talking and this is probably really boring.”

“No,” Matt says quietly. “It’s not. I’ve never heard a description like this before. I-” He cuts himself off, unsure how to carry on without making himself sound wistful, and smiles. “I like it. I like listening to your voice.”

Foggy makes a quiet, pleased sound. “That’s a great line. I feel like I should be saying things with gravitas, or beautiful things. She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars,” he quotes.

“Now that’s pretty,” Matt says.

“It’s Neil Gaiman. And he’s right, about the stars and planets dancing, caught in each other’s gravity.”

Matt smiles. “So then, tell me,” he prompts, gesturing upwards. “What’s there to see tonight? You said Venus?”

“Let’s see.” Foggy stands and goes again to the telescope. Matt hears the quiet scrape of metal as Foggy adjusts the focus. “There’s Jupiter. It’s high and bright right now. And Venus and Mars.”

Foggy’s quiet, and Matt considers how far away his focus is. It’s hard for Matt to have a clear impression of anything beyond the reach of his hands - when he’s not touching something it could be anywhere, just out of reach or miles away. But Foggy looks at planets thousands of miles away, places he can never touch but he knows.

“Sometimes it’s better not to use the telescope at all,” Foggy says. “The Leonids meteor shower is going to arrive in a couple of months, and that’s better observed with the naked eye.”

“What are meteor showers like?”

“Fireworks. Bright, white hot stripes painting the sky. Streaking across the heavens.”

“But no boom.” Matt places his empty glass on the small table next to the bottle, and his glasses alongside.

“Good point! And several nights in a row. I’m looking forward to it.” Foggy sounds like he’s turned back to the telescope.

Matt stands, the whisky now making him loose-limbed and easy, and walks slowly towards Foggy. His hand is slightly extended, reaching for the tune Foggy’s humming under his breath - it’s Drops of Jupiter. He clears his throat. “And what do you see, closer to home?” His voice is low and husky.

Foggy jumps and turns and his arm bumps Matt’s hand. “Oh! Um. Well.” Matt hears him take a quick breath, as Matt brings his hand to rest on Foggy’s shoulder. “I can see at least one beautiful thing.”

“That’s very cheesy,” Matt says, sliding his hand up to Foggy’s neck, then further to cup his cheek. He fans his thumb across to Foggy’s mouth, finding a goatee, and feels Foggy lean in to match him. “But I like it,” he breathes.

Foggy makes a small noise of pleasure for the brief moment that his warm, soft lips are pressed against Matt’s own. Matt brings his other hand to Foggy’s face, sliding both hands back and finding that Foggy’s hair is pulled back into a low pony.

“I didn’t think long hair would be allowed, Professor?” Matt asks.

Foggy huffs a laugh. “It’s Doctor to you, and anything goes these days.” He rests his forehead against Matt’s. “I like you,” he says, breathless.

“Really,” Matt says, one eyebrow lifted.

“I promise I’m usually better at… Words. And things.”

“What sort of things.”

“Oh, I can totally show you. But I feel obligated at this point to tell you that my super has a CCTV camera on this rooftop, and he is probably watching us right now because that’s the kind of guy he is. So, maybe we could take this back downstairs? If I’ve wooed you enough with the stars.”

“I could stand to hear more,” Matt says. “But yes, let’s go inside, and continue the story there.” And Matt follows Foggy again, drawn along by his gravity. He wonders what happens to a comet that gets caught in a gravitational field it can’t escape, wonders if he’s going to find out.

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Secret States Chapter 9

Ask, But They Won’t Tell

Australia POV

Uncle England knew about what happened to America during the 1860s, and he didn't tell anyone? From the reaction America and his states had to just hearing about the 1860s, whatever happened was horrible.

And Uncle England knew. And threatened to declare war on America. If something traumatic was happening to America, and Uncle England tried to declare war on him, did Uncle England help traumatize my brother to the point where he couldn't hear '1860' without having a panic attack?

Dad looked just also horrified as I did, so he didn't know. That doesn't make sense. If Uncle England threatened to declare war on America, it would be as a part of the British Empire, which means Dad would know. But Dad doesn't. So why did Uncle England keep this secret? And how did he keep it a secret?

"You know what happened to Ame during the 1860s and you didn't tell us?" Uncle Scotland asked, gesturing towards us. Uncle England opened his mouth, but nothing came out of it.

"How could your keep that a secret? We deserve to know what happened to Ame! We're his family!" Canada protested.

"Threatening to declare war on America? You don't have the power to do that. If war was going to be declared on America, it would have to be me!" Dad declared taking a step towards Uncle England.

"I...I...I." Uncle England stuttered out. Vermont sighed and pushed Uncle England over to him and the other states.

"Rhode." Vermont said, his voice full of so much anger and rage, "Why the fuck would you think it's a good idea to tell them that. We promised to keep England's involvement a secret as long as he kept what happened a secret. He hasn't told!"

So if America told us what happened, he would keep the fact that Uncle England knew a secret. Why? Why why why why are there so many secrets between us. I though I knew America, but right now it feels like I don't know him at all.

"I...I...Fuck the limey bastard and fuck you to!" Rhode Island said before running off.

"You don't have to explain why you kept it a secret England." Connecticut said. For states that seemed to dislike him, they were supporting him, which was weird. New Hampshire was typing something on her phone, before she looked up at us.

"Listen. England didn't tell because he wasn't allowed to." She explained. That wasn't an answer though. Who didn't allow him? America? Uncle England's government? The second one would explain how Uncle England was able to threaten America with war.

"Who told them Hamp?" I heard America's voice from behind me. I turned around and say my brother standing at the entrance to the room, a coffee mug in his hand.

"Rhode." Maine said. America sighed before pinching his nose.

"Remind me to ground him later. Anyway, Uncle England, welcome to the Being Questioned By Family Club." America told him. Uncle England sighed at shot Dad and sad look.

"I hate that club." Was his response.

"Welcome to I Hate the 'Being Questioned By Family Club." America announces. Uncle England gave him a weird look.

"I haven't slept in three days. Sue me." America shot back. That's the other thing I was incredibly worried about. Not only was America heavily traumatized, but he didn't sleep. Or was that a result of his trauma regarding the 1860s?

I mean, all countries had some form of trauma. After all we've seen, after everything that has happened to us, why wouldn't we. I've just never seen a reaction to something this bad before, which makes me think America's trauma revolving around the whole event is worst that the usual trauma.

Although you know things are just messed up in general when you use the phrase 'usual trauma' casually.

"Mon fils. You can't stay up for three days straight." Mom said. America sighed.

"Yes I can. I can stay up for four sometimes. Besides, I'm drinking this." America responded, raising the mug slightly.

"Is that coffee?" New Zealand asked. America shook his head, before tilting it to the side.

"Well, it has coffee in it. And five hour energy. And just anything containing caffeine that I can stick in a cup and drink." America explained. Is he crazy? That much caffeine can be really bad for somebody.

"America! You can't drink that much caffeine!" Uncle Wales said, his wings flaring out in panic. America looked him right in the eyes.

"Watch me." He said. Then he drank the entire cup of the caffeine nightmare.

"America!" Dad said.

"How can you even drink that? Doesn't it taste gross?" Uncle North asked. Uncle Ireland gave him a weird look. "What? It's a question?"

"Yes it does, but I'm to tired to care. Anyway, don't question Uncle England. He kept it secret because it was one of the conditions of me un disowning him." America explained. That made it more complicated.

I wanted to be mad at Uncle England.

I wanted to be mad because Uncle England might have had a hand in traumatizing my brother.

But I couldn't.

Uncle England didn't keep this a secret willingly, or at least not entirely willingly. Uncle England was set on fixing his relationship with America, so he would accept the terms America set for his forgiveness.

So of course Uncle England would keep it secret. If I was in his shoes, I would of as well.

"Really?" Uncle Scotland asked. Uncle England nodded.

"Yes. I didn't want to risk fixing my relationship with America. I wouldn't have talked about it anyway. It's too personal, and I really don't know the details. It's America's story, not mine." Uncle England explained, his voice quiet. Connecticut rolled his eyes.

"Do you want us to leave?" Maine asked, "This is a conversation I don't fell qualified to be a part of."

"That's your decision. But if you do, keep an eye out for Ohio and Michigan. They got into one hell of a fight this morning." America said. New Hampshire nodded, and left, followed by Maine and Connecticut. Vermont stayed, causing America to raise an eyebrow.

"I want to hang out with Bec. Plus you look like your about to drop and the coffee machine broke this morning, so you'll pass out soon." Vermont said. America shrugged. How could America be so casual about something that was incredibly harmful to his health. Wasn't he afraid of getting hurt?

"Yeah probably. That's why I had the caffeine cup. York's getting ready to collapse too. I hate when the coffee machine breaks." America said. Did New York have the same destructive sleep schedule as America?

"You and York overuse it. That's why it breaks all the time." Vermont responded. That makes sense. If America drinks a large amount of coffee to keep himself awake, it makes sense that it could break from overuse.

"You break the coffee machine from overuse?" Canada asked. America sighed.

"Coffee is the lifeblood of Americans. It keeps us running." Vermont said, before standing up, "Which region do you want to introduce them to next? They've already met half of the Mid-Atlantic's and the West, plus with Ohio and Michigan's fight, the Mid-West will be trying to keep them apart." Vermont said.

"I was going to do the South, but with them questioning us about the thing, I don't think it's the best idea." America said.

"You mean what hap.." Uncle North began before America cut him off.

"Don't fucking bring it up or I'll set all of Florida's pets on you." He said, voice trembling with rage. His black eyes didn't show as much emotion as regular eyes did, but you could see anger in them.

Uncle North looked, shocked but he didn't say anything. America sighed.

"Sorry, but I just don't want to talk about it. I'll take you to meet D, Nas, and Sam. They're the miscellaneous ones at the moment." America said before leaving the room. Vermont stood up and stretched.

"I'd watch myself if I were you Bec. D's still got a bit of a grudge against you and...Britain, and might not react the best upon meeting you." Vermont said. I wonder why he paused before saying Dad's name. Was he unsure about whether to call Dad his grandfather?

Vermont began walking out of the room, followed by Uncle England, who was trying to avoid us. I still wasn't sure what to think about Uncle England keeping...whatever happened to America a secret. I knew he had good reasoning, but I wanted to know what happened to my brother.

I could Google it, but if I knew before America told us, he'd never forgive me. He'd see it as a betrayal of his trust. We never Googled things about other countries unless we got permission, or had no other choice. Otherwise it was seen as a violation of the country's privacy.

And thank god for that rule, because it's the only reason why my family doesn't know I lost a war to birds. Or that I was a US cooperation. Well, America knew the second one, obviously.

The rest of my family and I followed Vermont out of the room, walking down the hall way too four doors. One was labeled with America's name, another with NATO's, but the other two had the names of people I hadn't met.

District of Columbia, America's capital, and the child Canada claims to have attacked. And NASA, a name I definitely think I've heard before, but can't remember where.

"Hey D. Is Dad here?" Vermont asked, knocking on the door to DC's room. A girl, DC, opened the door.

"No, but he told me that he was getting Sam, and he would meet me and Nas here." DC responded, before shooting a look at Canada, "I don't want to stand near them. It reminds me too much of the fire.

"Then I can act as a barrier, if you really want one." Another voice said, this one coming from NASA's room. I turned to look at the countryhuman that walked out. The first thing I noticed were his wings, patterned with galaxies and star. The second thing was his flag. The background was black, and on it was a blue circle, patterned with stars. There was also white letters spelling out NASA, with a white comet going around them. There was also a red wisp that went around the letters.

His eyes were also black, like America's and New York's. I still needed to question them on why that was. America was because he was a union, but why were New York's eyes black? It didn't make sense, unless being a union wasn't the requirement for having black eyes.

"Thanks for the offer Nas, but I'll be fine." DC said. NASA nodded.

"Just let me know." He said to DC before turning to us, "Hello. I'm NASA, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, Dad's space program."

America's space program had a countryhuman? That explains the black eyes at least.

"Hello NASA. It's nice to meet you." Dad said. NASA smiled.

"You too." NASA replied right as America and another state walked into our section of the hallway.

"Talofa." The state said, "I'm American Samoa, but you can call me Sam. It's nice to finally meet you."

"It's nice to meet most of you." DC said, shooting a small glare at Canada and Dad. After DC said that, it became incredibly awkward. Canada sighed, and looked a bit sad. I guess he was blaming himself for whatever happened between him, Dad, America, and DC.

"Don't start any fights. I need to lie down." America said, clutching his head and walking into his room. DC and American Samoa looked upset at that.

"I wish Dad could fix his sleep schedule." DC muttered.

"I didn't even know Dad had a sleep schedule other than ignoring sleep. Are you sure he used to be able to sleep normally D, because I'm convinced you guys are lying to me." NASA said.

"Have you tried anything to fix his sleep schedule? That kind of schedule isn't healthy and I'm worried for mon fils." Mom said. So were the rest of us. And if America had been hiding his sleep schedule and hiding whatever happened to him in the 1860s, he could be hiding a lot more than that.

I was worried for my brother. What if something bad happened to him and we never knew exactly what it was because he never told us. I was so worried for America, and upset at Uncle England.

Even if America did convince him to keep whatever happened a secret after World War 2, Uncle England could have told us before that promise was made. He may have an excuse for half of the time he kept it a secret, but not for all of it.

And that infuriated me. I just wanted to know what happened to my brother. I just want to make sure he's okay. But I couldn't. I didn't know everything that happened to him, and America was good at acting like things were okay.

He always acted that way. He always seemed so confident and unshakable. The Uncle North asked that question about the 1860s, and that all changed. I had never seen my brother look so panicked and horrified. He looked scared.

It was the first time I ever saw America look that way. And that expression scared me more than anything else I've learned about my brother in these least couple of days. Whatever happened to America terrified him beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

I wish I knew what it was. I wanted to help my brother recover from whatever happened.

I wouldn't be able to do that until I knew what happened. But for now, I would just have to become someone my brother knew he can rely on. I thought I was before, but clearing America can't tell when people actually want to help him.

Oh well. If he couldn't realize that, then I will make sure he does.

America doesn't have to do everything alone. I want to help him, I want to have a familial bond with his kids, even if they are (reasonably) hesitant.

I was going to help America, and not even the emus would stop me.

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beccarooni · 4 years

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(A.N: Hey, thank you so much for suggesting this! I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it, but I hope this is ok! It’s an alternate take on the ending of Age of Ultron - inspired by A Long Way Down by TDFawkes on ao3.)

Hulk didn’t think he truly had his mind made up about the whole ‘leaving earth behind’ thing until the sky began to fall. Until the rocks and rubble began to create waves in an otherwise still ocean, until the lasers and lightning and sparks flew - a morbid painting of light across the afternoon sky.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered the idea before - the idea of being unnatural. He knew he was, and he was fine with that. Banner could hate him, Earth could hate him - he didn’t care. He didn’t come out often enough to care about these people - at least, that’s what he told himself. Part of him maybe knew that was a lie, but that was a part he could blame on Bruce. The sentimental side.

The human side.

He liked the team, that wasn’t the problem. At least, not exactly. But it seemed that he only liked the team - or, they only liked him - when he could be of use. When it was smokey and bloody and the battleground unfurled below their feet. Outside of that, they weren’t exactly pleased to see him the rare times he reared his head.

Always pleased to see Banner, though.

And that was why he had stayed.

Because Banner, like it or not, had a life here. He had friends, he shared a multibillion dollar laboratory with Tony Stark, he ate lunch with Black Widow, he got interplanetary selfies from the God of Thunder. Hulk might not have been missed from the Earth, but it had gotten to the point where Bruce Banner was a loss that many wouldn’t be able to take.

Until Johannesburg. And then it seemed that the years of cultivating a life, the years of peace, of friendship - it didn’t seem to matter. People wanted both of them dead - again. Natasha Romanoff had pushed Bruce off of a ledge, Sokovians ran and the sky burned, and Hulk made up his mind.

He could leave this place. All of it.

Protecting Banner used to mean staying with the team. But now, it seemed like it was starting to mean leaving it.

Part of him was sad - maybe. Part of him was relieved. Part of him was worried about how Banner would react to all of this , but he was surprised to note that he wasn’t exactly angry. He was...accepting. This was the way their world ended - with fire, and metal, and one last victory and then he would leave.

But, as per the usual, their world had different plans for them.

He’d turned away from the wreckage of the city, towards where the quin-jet lay idle, and had been so close to leaving it all behind - when something caught his eye.

A streak of crimson, a flash of gold, a hammer falling from a strong grasp turned limp.

Thor had fallen into the water , and for a few moments, Hulk teetered on the edge of oblivion. Because the quin-jet was there, it was right behind him, he was free. He was close to knowing what freedom meant, and surely someone would show up and haul Thor out of the water without needing him.

Stark would fly into the water, or Cap, or maybe strands of red magic would lift the demi-god from the oceans grasp - whoever. It didn’t matter, someone would save him. Someone that wasn’t him.

But no one came.

He paused, idly kicking at the floor and watching the dust rise and swirl in the wind, waiting for the water to break. The Demigod wasn’t helpless, he knew how to swim. He could get out by himself. He didn’t need Hulk, no one did.

He counted to ten six times. A minute. A minute without Thor breaking the surface, without someone flying in to save him, without him saving himself.

Hulk didn’t know how to feel about the God of Thunder, not really. He didn’t think anyone on the team did. Because, Thor could drink as many cups of coffee as he pleased, eat as many slices of pizza or watch as many soap-operas on the TV - but that wouldn’t make him human. He didn’t show up all that often - aside from when there was a fight, and people were cautious around him and the strength he wielded.

In his way, he was a little bit too much like Hulk, and that made Hulk nervous. They didn’t talk about their shared experiences much. Sure, Thor seemed happy when he was fighting alongside him, but he seemed happy with everyone.

It wasn’t fair that Thor could be so similar to him, but so different. Could get along with people, could be stopped for photographs in the street, could get smiles from Bruce instead of contempt.

And that was the crux of it all, really. Why he was hesitating to dive in, but still hesitating to leave, still waiting on the cliffside, kicking at rocks.

Bruce liked Thor. Thor liked Bruce. They were two sides of an equation, two planets orbiting around a sun. They played their games, dancing around the topic, keeping their distances - but Hulk knew Bruce.

Hulk was supposed to protect Bruce. And if the last thing Bruce saw of Earth was someone he liked, plummeting into the ocean, and knowing that Hulk didn’t try to save him…

That wasn’t protecting.

The oceans scared Hulk, in a way that he didn’t like to admit. They were too vast, too deep, too unknown and dark and uncertain. Bruce liked them. The Doctor liked discovery, peering into the voids of space and sea with a lantern to cast away the shadows. He’d always had a knack for it, for discovery. For reaching into the depths of knowledge and pulling something out - an idea, a theory, a life changing piece of whatever he was doing for whoever he was doing it for.

Hulk took a breath, plunging into the water, the fire and brimstone of the world above fading into the background as his hands began to search.

He didn’t know what Thor thought of the oceans, but he knew that this most likely wasn’t something the Demigod would enjoy. If Thor was anything like him, then he would like warmth. The crushing pressure and the falling debris and the cold, cold currents - they weren’t him. They weren’t them.

A small nagging feeling of fear began to claw at Hulk’s chest as his hands continued to grab blindly, and find nothing. Left in the cold for too long, a fire would extinguish. A fact from Bruce hovered in his mind - for a flame to live, it needed oxygen, fuel, and heat. A 3 bit recipe for life, drawn up in a neat whiteboard triangle. Thor needed heat. Thor needed him, and if he couldn’t find him, then something was going to happen.

One of the few embers that could hope to match Hulk’s fire would be gone.

One of the few people that still cared enough to backtrack and stumble over post-battle comforts would be gone.

Thor would be gone. Lost and alone in the deep, unable to come home. An asteroid, crashing to earth, unable to return to its place among the star-speckled skies.

Hulk’s lungs were beginning to burn, when his hand met something familiar. Smooth fabric, weighed down by the water, but the bright red still apparent enough to cut through the blue of the sea. And attached to its tail, was the comet itself.

Blue eyes closed, blond hair weightless, and golden skin pale under what little sunlight reached them here - but there.

He wrapped his arms tight around the Demigods middle, tucking him closely to his side, and began to kick. The debris was still falling, but it was no match for his strength. Piles of concrete and half-broken ultron bots sank past him, and he continued to rise. Up towards the sun. Up towards the heat, the land, the air and the sky and somewhere closer to home.

Hulk broke the surface, roaring with effort as he finally landed onto the shore, still cradling his star in his arms.

He knelt down, slowly, depositing Thor on the ground as best as he could - hovering over him to try and gauge some sense of life.

Thor’s skin was cold against his fingertip. And he couldn’t exactly tell beneath the thick layers of armour, but it didn’t seem like he was breathing.

Hulk bent a little closer, lifting the still-sparking communicator from below the Demigod’s ear.

“Thor...Ultron…-Read me?”

Garbled words spilled out of the device, in a voice that sounded a little like the Captain - but it was too crackly for Hulk to be able to find something recognisable.

“West of crater,” Hulk grumbled, cradling the electronic in his palm. “Come get Blondie.”

“Hulk? Is everything-?”

“Come get Blondie.” He repeated, tossing the device to the ground, and once again bending over the unconscious form below him.

Something stirred in the back of his mind. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but he knew how to listen to instructions by now. Knowledge he didn’t remember acquiring lifted his hand, and he pressed it with some force against Thor’s chest.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Three turned to ten and ten turned to thirty and suddenly, the sky above him split open. A low grumble of thunder answered his call, and Thor twisted below him, hacking coughs spraying water onto the concrete below, one armour-clad hand flailing out and finding a comforting grip against Hulk’s arm.

He allowed his hand to rest against Thor’s shoulder blades for just a few seconds, turning his gaze towards the skies.

The quin-jet was moving, and his window was closing. Thor was safe - and that could be his ticket. He’d done something nice for Banner, and now, it was time for something nice for him. His last action here had been something good, and maybe that would be enough to placate Bruce when he next surfaced.

Maybe.

But probably not.

Hulk got to his feet, gently prying Thor’s hand from his wrist, setting it carefully onto the ground.

He didn’t know where he was going to go, out in the stars, but he hoped it was somewhere warm. Somewhere near a star, a sun. Somewhere where a comet could find them, someday.

#age of ultron #marvel #thorhulk #hulk #fic #ficlet #thorbruce #asks #request #thunderscience #gammahammer #Thor #bruce banner

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diamond-punk0963 · 4 years

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RWBY/Alice In Wonderland Crossover: Mad Hatter! Ironwood AU

~Aesthetic~

"Trust can be a crazy thing to hold. Sharing it with someone can be event crazier. The craziest thing with trust is when it’s broken. That’s what ignites the path into madness."

~Outfit~

(Not Pictured: A silver pocket watch necklace that has the atlas logo on the cover. Either worn around his neck or wrapped around his hand)

~Playlist~

(Note: I’m open to suggestions if anyone finds a song that fits him!)

~Headcanons~

(Special thanks for @anirondaddystan for helping me with these headcanons. It wouldn’t be the same without you!)

The BIGGEST Tea/Coffee addict you’ll ever meet!

He’s very elegant, cunning, and eccentric.

His favorite tea is earl grey. However, he does like to spice it up when he feels like it.

As for what he uses is for him to know and you to find out. ;)

Looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll.

But at the same time, he can and will kill you if you get on his bad side.

He’s also very skilled with combat due to . . . . reasons.

He does have a popular rhyme about himself that leaves people confused about him.

However, if you listen closely and know a bit more about him, you may uncover a secret or two. ;)

When you first meet him, expect him to be cold and lifeless around you.

Due to his past, he has a hard time trusting people and letting them in.

However, there are two ways he can earn your trust.

Either A) you preform a task that convinces him that you are worthy of his trust or B) he invites you to a small tea party that ends up with you waking up, tied up on a chair and asks a couple of questions that determines wether or not, he can trust you. There’s no inbetween.

He does have a rare/uncommon gene with his eyes that it changes shades based on his emotions.

Light shade when he’s sad, a darker shade or black when he’s angry, and a bright shade when he’s happy (or when he trusts you.)

He doesn’t admit it but he does have a sweet tooth.

His favorite type of candy is basically anything with chocolate.

Don’t be surprised if any chocolate that is left around the area 'disappears'.

“I see chocolate. I eat it. End of story."

His usual routine in his day to day life consists of five things.

Wake up, Eat, Survive, Sleep, Repeat.

He would often hang around the village for more supplies for the week or possibly spy on you.

If not, he would be at his home that’s deep within the woods.

The only way you would find his home is either a) you wandered far enough into the forest that you just so happen to find a house in the middle of nowhere or b) he gives you directions to his place because of the level of trust he has in you.

Low key, James can sing and dance. He keeps the fact unknown because he doesn’t want to draw attention towards himself. That and he hates it when people bug him about it.

He doesn’t do it often anyways. It’s due to . . . . reasons he doesn’t want to talk about. It’s rare to find him doing either one. More so if it’s both!

If you find him doing either or both (and he trusts you), he’ll pretend that he doesn’t see you and keeps on at it. If he doesn’t, I highly reccomend you make a run for it.

The only time he ever sings is when he’s alone or just bored. As for dance, that would be at the rarest moment you find for him. (Once in a blue moon kind of rare.)

If I had to describe him in musical lyrics, "Sorry, not sorry about what I said. I’m just having some fun. Don’t worry, Don’t worry. Don’t lose your head! I didn’t mean to hurt anyone." That or, "Don’t be bitter. Cuz I’m fitter.”

(Kudos if anyone gets the reference)

Back into the whole 'Trust' scenario with James; The more he trusts you, the more crazier he becomes around you. It’s his way of being more comfortable.

Along with that, he gets attached to people that are deep within his trust and protective as well.

Like if he sees you hurt, you can bet anything that he would be there for you.

And if he finds out that someone hurt you (and you allow him), he’ll make sure that it will never happen again.

After that, cuddles and sweets for the day/night!

Aside from that, James is really into astronomy.

Every night that he’s alone and can’t sleep, he would go to the roof and look up at the stars.

He would count every star that he sees and comet that comes across the sky.

He also has a stargazing journal to keep track of his sightings.

He swears that he saw a shooting star, one night and will not forget it.

Onto the next headcanon (and probably the most obvious one), he does throw some tea parties. However, he doesn’t have anyone to spend tea time with due to his trust issues and him being anti social.

So most of the time, it’s just him. Alone at a table, outside of his home. He doesn’t mind the silence but it can get boring sometimes.

If he does have the urge to find someone to spend some time and tea with (or he’s just bored out of his mind), he would invite someone he could trust. The last time he invited someone he knew and didn’t trust . . . . He rather not talk about it. >_<

He may not look like but he takes tea time very seriously. Like he’s either starting tea time early or right on time, EXACTLY!

The same goes for his guest(s) If he ever invites any. He expects them to either come on time or early. Otherwise, he’ll just get annoyed and that’ll put him off his tea.

And trust me, he doesn’t like being off his tea and annoyed. However if you want to cure that, give him a riddle. He’ll be interested and occupied, if it’s good enough for his interest to be peeked.

Speaking of riddles, he does love to confuse people with his words. Their reactions brings amusement for him and he loves it when people can’t find sense in his words.

If someone were to figure out his words of nonsense, he’ll reward them with a little secret. ;)

Speaking of secrets, James knows a lot of the secrets and half-truths of his world. He knows who’s hiding what and why. How does he know? Why, the cards told him so.

He’s into tarot cards, playing deck, and zodiac signs. The reason why he does is because he likes to discover things that people would say behind closed doors. It gives him a sense of power, just by knowing alone.

Not only that, his cards can even give a glimpse of what has been and what’s to come for the people around him. It gives him a better description of who the people around him REALLY ARE than what they let on to be. Not only that, he knows bits and pieces of what will happen to them. Wether that is good or bad, he’ll let you know if he wants to.

Creating a mysterious side, he has secrets of his own. No one knows who james once was or how he came to be. He just came into town as the man he is now, one day. But if you listen closely and follow the right path, you may find a hint or two of him. Just don’t let him catch you. If he does, it was nice knowing you.

He is as mysterious as he is a trickster. He loves to trick people as much as he can confuse him. It’s one of his favorite past times besides reading and just wandering around in the forest alone.

There was this one time that he put a little something extra into a villager’s drink and since then, he’s been avoiding the village so that way he wouldn’t get attacked.

Adding more into it, he does have a set of potions that he uses for a number of reasons. One of them is pranking people.

As for what those potions can do, they make you act like stuff and basically make you go crazy for a little bit.

He uses the potions for three reasons. The first being for pranks. The second is to cheer up/confort the people that he trusts, and the third reason is a bit angsty.

There are times that he gets stressed out to a point where he just can’t take it. He takes one of the potions so that way he doesn’t deal the stress that badly. So if you find James crying like a baby with frosting all over his face, don’t be too surprised. Also, help the poor guy out.

If/when you do find him in that state (and he trusts you), give him some comfort with a hug and give him a cookie. He’ll be fine from there. Or start to be, at least.

The guy does have a hard time dealing with stress due to personal reasons. Not only that, he’s an anti-social because of personal reasons he doesn’t want to talk about. He doesn’t like to be around big crowds as well due to personal reasons.

Along with that, that’s why he lives in the forest alone. He doesn’t like to be around people due to . . . . . reasons.

The only time he ever talks to people is when he’s interested in them, seeing that they could be trusted, or he’s off to buy some things for the week.

Speaking of people that interest him, he does have a secret interest/fondness in the outsiders that drop from the world above him. More than what he lets on, tbh.

He can also tell whether or not you’re an outsider or an 'Alice' if you want to speak it in better terms. It’s all on the body movement, eye movement, and the clothing that they wear. He has a sharp eye for details.

It’s rare for an Alice to drop in but when one does fall from above, expect James to have an interest in you.

The reasoning behind his interest in alices or outsiders is because they’re not from his world. They’re different. Just like him.

When he finds an 'Alice', he usually invites them for tea and asks all sorts of questions about them. Like, who they are, where they live, what their life is like, likes, dislikes, hopes, fears, and anything else that’s an interesting fact about them.

Aside from that, James does have a liking for scented candles. He usually lights a couple at night for two reasons. One, it helps sets the mood for nighttime tea. And two, he uses the scent as a way to calm him down.

In case anyone was wondering, his favorite scented candle is blueberry. Also, if you come into his place and smell blueberries, that is why.

His perfect night-time event is having tea, outside in the stars. Especially if it’s on a summer’s night.

He would light up the table with scented candles and have some tea close to him. That plus a couple slices of cake or possibly some cupcakes nearby. He would also decorate the table with some blue and black rose petals for the aesthetic.

From there, he would just drink tea and gaze into the stars at night. That would be the best time for him to truly relax and finally feel free.

After some time, he falls asleep at the table and if he moves unconsciously, he might get some sweets on him. Like seriously, he woke up, using cake as a pillow and has no idea how he fell asleep in the first place.

Ironwood’s favorite season in wonderland is winter. He has a varity of reasons why but the two main reasons why is because the atomsphere and aesthetic of the enviroment.

Taking walks during the winter season are also a favorite thing he loves to do during the winter season. That also connects with his fondness of the winter atomsphere.

Along with that, he can not confirm or deny the fact that he may or may not like to play in the snow. He will not say anything on that matter or at the least, not publically.

That’s also the reason why he doesn’t have many tea parties during the winter season. He would rather spend the time during the winter season with his casual walks which helps him calm down in certain scenairos.

With that, he also likes the cold and crisp air that the winter weather has. Not only that, he likes it when the hot tea that he makes warms him up from the cold weather.

Back to the fact that he has a fondness for ‘outsiders’, James can tell wether a that person came into wonderland from a dream state or not. If they’re troubled from a nightmare or not, he would take them under his wing with a cup of tea for a bit.

James would give them an item that they would find when they wake up as a sign to say like, “Hey, that wasn’t a dream. Don’t worry about the problems of the past. Just know that you’re not alone. In the realm of dreams, I’ll be here for you.”

Secretly, he does take care of people in the dark. He has a huge sense of sympathy to the people that have been ‘abused by the world’.

He does this as small things such as leaving coins, food, clothing, and important items for them to use. He knows the world is a messed up and broken place. He’ll do what he can to help the lost people in the world.

This also applies for any outsiders that he finds in wonderland as well. This is mainly due to his past experiences that he doesn’t talk about. As for why, he won’t say.

He has seen the harshness in his world and from that, he would make sure that no one has to suffer anymore than what he went through.

If he were to find out that one’s suffering came from a person, he would have a ‘talk’ to that person and after that, comfort the people that were hurt by them.

He knows the light and dark of the world and he would do anything to make sure that the light will never get hurt and fall into the dark.

He may be crazy but hurt the people he trusts and you’ll regret it. He doesn’t take dark and evil people, lightly.

He does have a secret hero side to himself that only few see. When they do, it’s really a sight to behold. His weapon is two pistol guns; blue that’s laced with silver.

He always has them hidden under his jacket in case he needs then, which is pretty rare. That’s also why he doesn’t let anyone touch him. Doesn’t want to accidently shoot his foot. He had that almost happen once. He doesn’t want that to happen again.

Lastly, he’s also skilled in hand to hand combat. To the few that have seen James fight, they wonder how he became so skilled. He usually responds by saying something about the past that leaves people curious about him.

~Things James Said At Some Point~

"Why am I surrounded by idiots?”

"What day is it again?"

"Believe me when I say, you don’t want to know what goes on in my mind."

"Sh*t! It’s going to be tea time."

"Yes, I care about tea time. What’s your concern?"

"Why is my life like this?"

" . . . Do trees have emotions?"

"You must take a seat. Having tea alone can be quite a bore, sometimes.”

"The pain and misery of betrayal can leave more scars on you than you believe it can leave."

"Don’t flatter yourself, child. You’re not impressing anyone."

"Sometimes, giving trust to someone can be the bravest task anyone can do."

"I wonder if I could reach out to the stars. It would make a very good night light."

"What you see before you is just fantasy. Reality can be . . Harsher to survive and far more brutal to grow up in."

"Craziness is only bad if you think of it to be."

"As you can tell, I’m not exactly . . . . Normal, so to speak."

"Look. I know you must be scared at the moment but I can assure you, it’s for the best if you listen to me."

"What if I told you that I could tell you what happens next?"

"Do you want to hear a secret?"

"I’ll share a secret with you if you have the right price."

"If you’re looking for people that are normal, I’m afraid that you won’t find much around here."

"Everyone is crazy. Some are just better at hiding it while it becomes apart of others, one way or another."

"In a world filled with nonsense, why would you want make sense of who you are?"

"I don’t know who or what you are but you do interest me. Care for a cup of tea?"

"Child, don’t be afraid. I’ll be your light in the darkness of my world."

"Now, why would you want that?"

"The world can be a brutal place. The people that live here? They can be worse.”

“It’s your luck that my licence to cause havoc just expired.”

“Then again, when did I ever let anything stop me from stopping the filthy people like you from hurting the innocents and purity of this world?”

“The past can teach you as much it can leave scars. It all depends on how you move on from it.”

“There’s many ways to say that you’re different. People just tend to say it negatively.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with not being like everyone else.”

“My lady, can’t you see that you’re perfect? Just the way that you are. People just don’t see prefection when they see it, sometimes.”

“You have a spark that can ignite change in this world. Don’t let anyone blow it out.”

#rwby #ironwood #james ironwood #aesthetic #ironwood headcanons #james ironwood headcanons #rwby au #alice in wonderland #mad hatter #mad hatter headcanons #coping mechanism from volume 7 #mad hatter au

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writerlys · 3 years

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💘 CORDULIANNNNN

COME ONE COME ALL TO THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!! THE CORDULIAN SHOW!!!

where they first met and how: we talkin regular cordulian or cordAUlian??? bc the first is at MACIE’S FLOWER SHOP and the second is AFTER HIS GIG WHEN HE BEATS UP a CERTAIN SOMEONE for KILLING CORDY’S VIBE!!!

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: LMAO for this meme to assume there was even a “phase” and not that they were “immediately flirting with each other like from the very first time they laid eyes on one another”

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): yes. KSJDHFSHJKDF

where their first date was and what it was like: they’re still on it so I can’t say all of it!!!!! but they’re going to the painting studio to paint TANGLED!! and then there will be MORE AFTER THAT!!! and then WHO KNOWS IN AU LAND!!!

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ): honest to god don’t laugh at me even though we’ve only had one thread and some texting I don’t know how julian asked her out because I have the Attention Span of a Walnut but it was def him!!

who proposes first: JULIAN. OBVIOUSLY. though cordy and her cordelia evans notebook are a close second!!

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: KSDJFKJSDHFK CAN CORDULIAN EVER KEEP ANYTHING A SECRET?? cordy is def vocal as hell to everyone she knows and then some and julian is too BUT I can see him being vague about it on ig just to be MYSTERIOUS AND CHAOTIC. and going live with all his songs and all the fans being like “is he DAAATING????” and then him finally posting a pic of them one day with a caption tying all the songs together and everyone being like OOOOHHHH!!!!

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ): I CAN’T SAY THIS BECAUSE IT’S A SURPRISE!!! but it will absolutely be tailored to cordy and it will be a whole day-long thing especially since he almost Died getting the ring from Great Grandma Scary Lady Cordelia so he’s gonna MILK THE MOMENT!!

if they adopt any pets together: COMET EVANS!!! I feel like comet is a rescue and then I feel like they probably also get him another pup friend in the future because DUH. and then they obviously have belle and lady now who will be best of friends!!!

who’s more dominant: KJDFHKJHDSFKJDFKSD is this even a question. julian “soft dom” evans by a mile

where their first kiss was and what it was like: julian’s room and YES IT WAS HOT. YES IT WAS INDEED.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ): OOOOOH I could totally see cordy getting them monogrammed stuff and julian being like “people actually do this???”. they also def go in couples costumes for halloween so there’s that. and I’m sure they probably have lil mugs that are like “mr. evans” and “mrs. evans” bc I could see cordy doing that too LMAO.

how into pda they are: yes.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: julian because he’s a GENTLEMAN and also he’s TALLER so LOGISTICALLY it makes the most SENSE!!

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ): HMM I don’t know if they have a usual date spot bc julian is so adventurous and will want to take her EVERYWHERE!

who’s more protective: yes. SJDKFSHDKFK

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ): ................ no comment. LMAO

if they argue about anything: money probably at the beginning of their relationship. juju will bend to her every whim on everything else but with money he’ll be like ??? yeah no this is a dealbreaker, I can’t live like that

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ): literally both of them and I feel like they probably make it a contest bc they LOOOVE marking each other but I feel like julian wins by a hair bc he’s Bossy

who steals whose clothes and how often: cordy definitely has a bunch of his shirts and hoodies and probably wears them to sleep. but also I can see julian jokingly wearing one of her shirts and being like “look cordy it’s a crop top!”

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ): spooning for sure!!! also her sitting on his hip while he cooks or sitting in his lap while they’re watching tv

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: CUDDLING. DUH. but I also feel like cordelia loves watching him make music and he loves singing for her :’)

how long they stay mad at each other: zero minutes and zero seconds. KJSDFHDKJF. they’re so so compatible and I can’t see them staying mad at each other for very long because they love each other so dearly and will want to work their problems out

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: OOH this is a toughie. I can see cordelia getting something super complicated OR something classic but I don’t drink enough coffee or tea to know what those are LMAO. julian has always been a black coffee guy and I can see cordelia being like “don’t you want to be adventurous and try something new?” and julian being like “fine” and then putting a splash of milk in and going “oooh, fancy” SKDFHDJFHKJSD. it’s funny though bc he has no real reason for drinking black coffee, he just doesn’t know what else is out there and I feel like cordelia would educate him on that REAL quick when she sees him suffering with his coffee order

if they ever have any children together: OBVIOUSLY. CASSIE, RORY, HALLEY, FINN, CLAIRE, AND HOLLY SAY HELLO!!!!

if they have any special pet names for each other: omg well boredelia/floordelia/wardelia/soardelia/etc etc for cordy from julian and I’m sure cordy calls him pet names too like baby/handsome/love/etc. and of course julian calls cordy princess!!!! but he also definitely calls her baby/beautiful/angel/honey/sweetheart/etc etc etc because he’s such a sucker.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: NEVER EVER EVER.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ): it’s def a Look By Cordelia bc she’s the faux interior designer!! modern and clean with lots of pink and gold and plant accents that julian takes care of bc cordy kills them all. but also cozy bc that’s what julian likes and with bits of orange here and there bc julian will let her pry his orange decor out of his cold dead hands.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: it hasn’t happened yet BUT cordy will definitely meet julian’s mom and aunts at christmas and it will be ADORABLE!!! and julian will eventually meet cordy’s parents and be CrAZY NERVOUS

what their names are in each other’s phones: julian normally has everyone as First Last bc he’s Dumb and doesn’t know he can put nicknames but she will definitely be the exception to that and will be princess with hearts around it 🥺 cordy I can absolutely see putting him as daddy in her phone SKDJHFDKJF with a bunch of heart emojis next to it

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ): flowers!!! flowers are their Thing and I can see him getting her fresh flowers all the time even though it’s hella expensive. so always bringing her flowers on dates or on special occasions etc etc

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: cordy definitely falls asleep first bc she doesn’t have Trauma Sleep like him but he wakes up first bc he’s a teacher and he works out at 5 am lmao

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: julian / cordy!!

who hogs the bathroom: honestly I feel like they’re both pretty even on this mainly bc julian’s stupid hair routine will take hours if anyone lets him SDKJHSDKJF. but I can also see him doing his hair in her vanity and her taking the bathoom for her makeup and hair :’)

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: julian!!! and he def takes them outside in a cup even though he’s scared of them because he is always like “what if bugs have families too and then one day the mama spider is just chillin’ on the wall and she gets smushed and then the baby spiders lose their mom forever 🥺”

#this took forever but U KNOW WHAT!!! IT WAS WORTH IT!!!#otp: happily ever after #fortyquinn #ask

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years

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Satisfied, Part 8

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Updating tonight because I have a test at my normal update time tomorrow and I’m a grandma who doesn’t understand how the schedule option works <3

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Marinette stared at her blank paper. She’d taken too much time to get her drink and sit down, and now all she had was the vague idea of ‘flowers’. Not particularly helpful.

She drummed her fingers against the side of her cup absently, squinting out the window.

The stranger looked up after a while and rested his head on his hand, definitely annoyed by her incessant tapping. “You’re new here?”

She pulled her glare away, that poor building hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Her eyes found their way to the stranger. They had a very unhealthy look to them. Dark eyebags were prominent against nearly transparent skin. His hair had the look of someone who hadn’t properly washed it in ages, hanging limply around his face and ears.

“Do you come here that often? Know all the regulars?” She teased.

“Not how I knew,” he said. No denial of going often, though. “No one orders that size unless it’s their first time.”

She raised her eyebrows and looked down at her drink. It was a big cup, yes, but she drinks about that amount consistently anyways, just in different cups to make it feel less awful.

“I think I can handle it,” she said calmly, bringing the straw to her lips and beginning to drink.

He looked vaguely amused, rolling his eyes. “Sure. Can I have the rest when you’re done?”

She narrowed her eyes. The poor guy had no idea how big a mistake he’d made.

Marinette stared him down, removing the lid from her cup and starting to chug. The stranger seemed amused for the first few seconds, but his expression began to morph into fear the redder her face got. It was becoming more and more apparent that she wasn’t going to stop until she drowned, threw up, and/or choked.

And, the way things were going, none of those ideas would have been all that far-fetched.

“H-hey!” He sputtered. “I was kidding! You can stop now!”

She did stop, but not of her own volition.

He lunged across the table and yanked her hand away from her face. Coffee splattered everywhere, coating her skin and clothes.

His eyes widened as he stared at the mess he’d made. There was a beat where no one said anything. She could vaguely feel the other café-goers staring at them. The barista looked like she was about to commit a murder.

Then, the stranger seemed to finally process it. His face, somehow, went paler. “Oh! Sh-crap! I’ll get some napkins! And a new drink!”

He ran to the front and reordered her drink and then started trying to pull out napkins from the box they’d been tightly packed in.

She sipped at the remains of her drink, looking outside while she waited. Her eyes found their way back to the flowered ivy stretching up the walls, smiling to herself, when her brain finally managed to click back to her original train of thought.

She wiped her hands on the little dry area of her clothes (they were already ruined, it was a good thing they weren’t expensive or, god forbid, originals) and picked up her pencil and sketchbook.

She started with a vague outline of the dress: a simple, 50s circle dress. From there she started adding details, little, black, embroidered flowers that encircled the bottom and then converged. They climbed up the front, up to the waist, where she started to mold them together into a black stripe that encircled the stomach like a belt. In the center, where a buckle would have been, a red flower would be attached. From there up, the black embroidery would morph into tiny, red flowers that would extend from the dress, coating the upper half with the red.

Not her most complicated design, but she liked it.

It was just as she was finishing with the last flower that she realized she was being watched.

She whipped around, her hand swinging around, only for the person to dodge.

Oh. The guy was back with napkins. And her drink. For once, she was glad she had missed. She didn’t want to get coffee spilled on her for the second time that day.

“Sorry!” She cried.

The man shook his head quickly, holding up his hands placatingly. “No, no, it’s my fault for just standing there. That was creepy.”

She didn’t answer, and he carefully handed over the napkins, clearly wary of her after that. She didn’t blame him.

She began drying herself off. He set her drink down and sat back down.

She saw his eyes find their way to her design. She didn’t mind, he clearly wasn’t from the industry (it’s just something you can tell), and he seemed to like it, so that was good. At least her design held up, even if it was to the untrained eye.

She finished cleaning herself off and took her seat again, sipping at her drink as she looked at her design. She was mostly done, but she still needed to think on accessories...

“Is that your job?”

She looked up, surprised he had said anything. The first time he’d spoken up it was clearly just to get her to stop tapping, but this time she hadn’t been doing anything. He just wanted conversation.

She nodded. “Yep. I’m the new hire, so this dress is really important.”

“Well, if it means anything, I think it’s pretty good.”

Marinette shrugged. “Not really, but thank you.” She glanced at his computer. “Why are you here instead of at your... office.”

He grimaced. “I got banned.”

“From the office? But you still work there?”

“No, from the coffee machine.”

She gasped. “That’s horrible! How’re you supposed to live?”

“That’s what I said!” His lips twitched into a grin. “Jokes on them, though, I’m drinking more coffee here than I did there.”

“That’s good, at least.”

She smiled to herself as they fell into a comfortable silence, save for the clicking of his keyboard and the occasional scratch of her pencil. They felt like old friends, not like people who didn’t even know each other’s name. But, time went by, and eventually she had to start patrol soon.

She gathered her things and gave one last wave before turning around--.

“Wait!” She whipped back around and the stranger pushed themselves out of their chair. “Are you coming back?”

Marinette smiled, tipping her head to the side. “Don’t know, it’s kind of expensive here...”

He gave a shrug. “I’ll pay again. That’s why you did the whole coffee stunt in the first place, wasn’t it? So you could get extra?”

The way her eyes went wide gave her away.

He chuckled. “I knew, I just don’t mind.”

She opened her mind to protest. A one-time thing was one thing, but multiple times...

“Don’t worry, I can afford it.” He held out a hand to shake.

She smiled as she gripped his hand in hers. Her first handshake! Wait, what was she supposed to do now?

“I’m Tim, by the way.”

Ah. Introductions. Her head tipped to the side. “And I’m Marinette.”

With that, she left, with a promise that she’d be back sometime soon.

The barista looked like she wanted to cry.

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Taglist~

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#man i struggled like hell with that dress design #did i know what i wanted it to look like? yes #did i know how to communicate that? not at all #it took so long to write out #and i dont even know if i succeeded #timinette #timari #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #tim drake #red robin #maribat #satisfied

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Planets: Life Mercury: What’s your full name? Stephanie is all ya need to know. Venus: What’s your first language? English. Earth: Where’s your home? I live in California. Mars: What’s your sexuality? Straight. Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? I have two brothers. Saturn: Any pets? I have a soon to be 4 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. Uranus: What’s your hobby? Surveys, reading, coloring, various social medias, watching YouTube videos, scrolling through Pinterest, and watching TV. Neptune: When’s your birthday? July 28th. Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 1:25AM. Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? Nothing currently, but I majored in and got my BA in psych.

Stars: Experiences Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? Yeah. I used to drink socially back in my early 20s until I was just over it and now here we are 8 years later without having a drop and no desire to. Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? While at community college I didn’t pass one of my math classes and had to retake it during the summer. I did better the second time and having a different, better professor made all the difference. The professor I had the first time around was awful and rude. Rigel: Have you ever gone on a roller coaster? I had an awful experience when I was a kid and hated them ever since. However, I love the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and the Cars rollercoasters at Disneyland. Those are more my speed. Just enough, but nothing too crazy. Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? Only once. I’d love to do more traveling abroad. Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? From frustration and anger. Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? My regrets and all my mistakes. Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? My faith and my family. Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? Yes. Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? I wouldn’t say forced, but I’ve been asked to do those things by people. Plus, I myself have felt I had to lie or keep something a secret as well. Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend? Yeah, I’ve lost several. Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? Neglect things I shouldn’t have and not take better care of myself. :/

Constellations: Favourites Centaurus: Favourite holiday? Christmas. Orion: Favourite month? I love the time from October through December. Cassiopeia: Favourite book? I have read countless books and couldn’t possibly choose a favorite. Delphinus: Favourite study? The Bible studies I’ve participated in the past year and psychology. Hercules: Favourite instrument? Piano and guiitar. Gemini: Favourite song? I couldn’t possibly choose one of those either. Pegasus: Favourite place to be? Apart from my bed, I love the beach, Disneyland, and just vacationing somewhere nice. Libra: Favourite colour? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow. Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear? Leggings and graphic tees. Aries: Favourite movie? Can’t choose a favorite of those either. Cygnus: Favourite weather? Fall and winter weather all the way. Hydra: Favourite sound? The sound of the ocean waves crashing in and out, rain, piano, various ASMR triggers (stuff like typing, book flip throughs/page turning, spray bottle sounds, hair brushing, scissor sounds, coloring, sorting through stuff like makeup or art supplies, some people’s soft spoken and whisper voice), and the sound of someone telling me they’re getting me coffee hahah.

Galaxies: Love/Friends Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend? No friends. Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? Ha, no not at all. I used to have friends and a bit of a social life once upon a time, but definitely not anymore. Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? Not at all. Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? When I was 16. Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? Oh, I’m not skilled in that department at all. I’m way too awkward and shy. Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? Yes. Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? Uh, no, the last person I talked to was my mom. Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? Nope. It’s been a few years since I’ve been interested in and had feelings for someone in that way. I forget what it feels like. Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? Not to my knowledge. I very much doubt it. Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? No. Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? Yeah, if I felt it was necessary to do so. Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? Yeppp.

Other stuff: Wishes Comet: What’s your big dream? I don’t know, which is really sad. Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? I’d be healthy and living in a nice beach home with my own private beach area. I’d also have a cozy cabin to escape to in the winter and enjoy the snow. Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? Uhhhh. Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? Something regarding my health related issues. Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? I don't know. Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? It’d be nice if I got my shit together and actually accomplished or was working towards something in my life. If I figured out what I wanted to do in life that would be amazing. I don’t want to keep going on this way, but each passing year for the past few years nothing changes and I’m afraid I’m just going to float through life and waste away. :/ I’m scared things will just get worse. Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? Besides everything I just said in the previous answer, I’d love to be able to travel a lot more. Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? My mom. Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? My health issues will just miraculously disappear tomorrow. Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? My loved ones.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #categories #themed

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itsreysolo · 4 years

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50 Questions

I was tagged by @bukaterswanscavenger and @reylo-rises !! Thank you so much!!!

What is the color of your hairbrush? It’s rose gold glitter? I’m not sure how to explain it

Name a food you never eat: Cashews because I’m allergic

Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too warm and I hate it. Unless I’m working in box office... then it always seems to be too damn cold because people are constantly coming through the door

What were you doing 45 mins ago? Driving home

What’s your favorite candy bar? Bueno!

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes

What is the last thing you said out loud? That was a bad idea (as I’m playing battlefront 2)

What is your favorite ice cream? Does Birthday Cake Remix from Cold Stone count?

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

Do you like your wallet? No, but I’m too lazy to buy a new one

What is the last thing you ate? A piece of the lemon bar I made last night

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? No, I wish. Ugh

What’s the last sporting event you watched? I honestly cannot remember. I don’t really watch sports

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Kettle corn!!

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? My manager. I asked him if we could all take a picture together outside of our building when we finally go back to work like it’s the first day of school. He said yes. I love him

Ever go camping? Yeah, but I’m not a huge fan. I unfortunately have too much anxiety for it.

Do you take vitamins? I have been recently

Do you go to church every Sunday? You can’t go to church right now in the state I live in

Do you have a tan? Does the tan I got from going on vacation last summer count? It’s still kinda there

Do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Chinese. Is it weird for me to say that I’m not a huge fan of pizza?

Do you drink your soda through a straw? I don’t really drink soda

What color socks do you usually wear? My Game of Thrones socks!

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Does anyone actually drive the speed limit?

What terrifies you? Heights and deep water

Look to your left, what do you see? My window

What chore do you hate most? Washing dishes

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Steve Irwin tbh

What’s your favorite soda? I kind of miss the orange vanilla Coke my work used to have

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? It depends on if I’m hanging out with friends or not

What’s your favorite number? 33

Who’s the last person you talked to? My sister

Favorite cut of beef? All beef is good

Last song you listened to? Runaway by Sasha Sloan

Last book you read? A Dance With Dragons

Favorite day of the week? Tuesday or Thursday because those are the days I usually get paid

Can you say the alphabet backwards? No

How do you like your coffee? I’m in LOVE with white coffee. It’s the only coffee I will drink

Favorite pair of shoes? They’re black combat boots with red laces

Time you normally get up? I usually wake up around noon because I’m up all night

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets!

How many blankets on your bed? 6. I’m kind of obsessed with blankets

Describe your kitchen plates. They’re all mismatched and it’s very disappointing

Describe your kitchen at the moment: There’s too much food because my family decided to stock up

Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? Margaritas

Do you play cards? Yes

What color is your car? Dark grey

Can you change a tire? Yes ma’am

Your favorite state? Comatose. I’ll pay someone to knock me out until mid-late June

Favorite job you’ve had? Working at a movie theater

I tag: @maywemeetagaincommandr @sunflowers-and-sabers @zabrakian @hayley-the-comet @reylojunk and anyone else that wants to do it!! (and I mean it!! just say I was the one who tagged you because I love learning about my followers and mutuals!)

#I typed this all out #and then my laptop shut off on me #and i had to do it all over again #and I just wanna cry #i also don't know who has already been tagged #or who has already done it #so please feel free to ignore #tagging games

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holdenhrry955 · 3 years

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Goth Subculture Truths For Youngsters

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What Are Goths Personalities Like?

How To Be Goth.

What Does It Suggest To Be Goth?

Goth: Everything You Require To Recognize

There is much more to it than simply style and there is even more to it currently than simply the songs. Personally I position the songs ahead of fashion as well as style in importance. I think obtaining extremely academic regarding goth sort of defeats the purpose of the sub-culture. It's interesting to trace the musical and visual DNA back to its roots, but in fact taking part in the sub-culture is a much more natural process. It is a lot more comprehensive and extra inclusive than it utilized to be.

No goth only bague vancaro tete de mort listens to goth music, unless they are trying as well hard, or are a purist. If you enjoyed any type of songs before discovering goth, keep listening to it. Individuals can obtain a little outrageous regarding what makes somebody a "real" goth. Attempt to disregard this; you do not need to validate on your own. Respond to "yes," or, if you want to prevent more inquiries, state "Well, I like goth fashion" or "I such as goth songs."

This Gothic effect is accentuated even more by the fact that eyes are painted black.

Of course, the more extreme the makeup, the more eyeshadow will be used to make the eyes look more like those of a dead person.

Not only does the makeup make the face look more like a cross, but it also accentuates features that are less visible in the eyes.

For one, make sure that you are dressed in all black (no more dotting the t-shirt with black dye).

Most people who choose to get in on the goth subculture do so because they have something in common with other members.

Tristania has actually remained to succeed with subsequent releases and also has since been regarded as among the globe's best goth steel bands. The goth subculture has endured a lot longer than others of the exact same period, and also has actually continued to diversify. The band shares influences with other bands in the first wave of what is called goth music. During this duration their style was mostly referred to as scary punk or goth-punk. Outrageousness which gleam like comets through the darkness of gothic and superstitious ages.

The goth kids on the show are depicted as locating it bothersome to be confused with the Hot Subject "vampire" kids from the episode "The Ungroundable" in period 12, as well as a lot more frustrating to be compared to emo children. The goth children are typically illustrated paying attention to goth music, creating or checking out Gothic verse, drinking coffee, flipping their hair, as well as cigarette smoking. Morticia Addams from The Addams Family members developed by Charles Addams is a fictional personality as well as the mother in the Addams family members. Morticia was played by Carolyn Jones in the 1964 television program The Addams Family, and after that played by Anjelica Huston in the 1991 variation. Some of the very early gothic rock and also deathrock artists taken on traditional horror movie images and made use of horror movie soundtracks for inspiration. Their audiences reacted by adopting proper gown and also props.

What Are Goths Individualities Like?

Darkwave, a spin-off of goth rock that developed in the 80s. It incorporates aspects of synthpop and new age, integrating dark, reflective lyrics and a touch of grief. Nevertheless the term, initially starting as a post punk design, at some point became its own point as bands began to make greater use of synthesizers and drum equipments. Significant bands consist of Clan of Xymox, Dead Can Dance as well as Black Tape For a Blue Girl. Recognize the personalities and also different descendants of goth music.

Goth is not only limited to goth rock, yet consists of some post-punk, deathrock, darkwave, angelic wave, grey rock as well as afterpunk. Grey rock is the Portuguese term for post-punk/ goth rock and also afterpunk is the Spanish term.Deathrock, which is the American counterpart that developed around the very same time as goth performed in the UK. Created in Southern California, deathrock is a spooky as well as atmospheric descendant of hard rock which contains glam rock imagery, punk-inflected sound as well as perspective, shock rock theatrics as well as b-movie ideas.

Just How To Be Goth.

This often makes them open to objection as well as taunting from others. As a result, the ones that don't "suit" with other teams collaborated so they a minimum of belong somewhere. As the influence of the music press faded and similar people had the ability to collect online in online forums and on social networks, goth made a rebirth, with occasions like the Whitby Goth Weekend break increasing in appeal. By the late 80s and also 90s, goth had actually discolored as a young people society, and was the source of some ridicule by the music press. Throughout the years, goth fashion has actually taken elements from Edwardian as well as Victorian clothing, heavy steam punk, cyperpunk, go crazy, fetish wear, cosplay as well as even more. The Visigoths or goths, were an old individuals from what is now Germany as well as Scandanavia, also called barbarians, well-known for the sacking of Rome in 410 ADVERTISEMENT.

Use of standard scary movie props such as swirling smoke, rubber bats, and webs featured as gothic club decoration from the beginning in The Batcave. Such recommendations in bands' songs as well as pictures were initially tongue-in-cheek, yet as time took place, bands and also members of the subculture took the connection a lot more seriously. As a result, morbid, superordinary as well as occult themes became much more noticeably significant in the subculture. The affiliation in between scary and goth was highlighted in its early days by The Hunger, a 1983 vampire film starring David Bowie, Catherine Deneuve and also Susan Sarandon. The film included gothic rock team Bauhaus carrying out Bela Lugosi's Dead in a bar.

The Nickelodeon cartoon Invader Zim is also based on the goth subculture. As there are so many kinds of goth in the contemporary age, there is additionally several kinds of gothic style to select them! Although goths can be identified for being fans of black, it does not quit there. The birth of the light goth scene has actually produced an enormous surge in the blending of all points dark and gothic with light pastel shades. This differs substantially with the conventional charming or fetish style - both noted by attractive figure-hugging gothic corsets as well as littlelatex numbers. This reveals that there is large variation in gothic fashion when it pertains to various sorts of goth in the subcultures. Emo comes from post-hardcore, pop punk as well as indie rock design while gothic rock is a form of hard rock, glam punk and also post punk.

. Enter the regional goth scene as well as take part in goth events, nightclubs, and also performances. Meet new individuals in your scene and listen to tales from when the elders were about. Deathrock, originating on the West Shore of the U.S, deathrock is a much more scary as well as climatic variation of punk. When deathrock bands began to become prominent, as well as trip, they were after that able ahead over and directly affect the UK goth scene. Some deathrock bands include 45 Tomb, Christian Fatality, Bloody Dead and also Sexy, Alien Sex Ogre, Kommunity FK, and so on

What Does It Indicate To Be Goth?

However I such as the ordinary all black, system boots kind point. I have actually constantly wished to do this yet I would certainly be looked down upon by my household. Nonetheless, I seem like I recognize absolutely nothing of the culture itself. If I truly do wish to pursue it, I do not intend to just enjoy the design and also appearance. I need to know what it implies to all of you to be goth. I feel that if I pursue this I will be totally positive. I feel I 'd finally be comfortable with the means I look.

What is a goth club?

They are NOT mainstream.

Goth clubs are much different from regular night clubs. But most goth clubs play a variety of music like EBM, Industrial, Dark Wave, and Witch House to name a few. Most songs you will hear at Goth clubs will never be played on the radio â€“ and that's how we like it!

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Gift Suggestions For Goth Types.

You can discover these sorts of garments in a range of gothic-friendly shades. While black is one of the most typical, dark purple and also blood red are likewise typical shades for gothic fashion clothing and accessories. Due to the appeal of gothic styles and also styles, you can find gothic accessories virtually anywhere. A number of websites are dedicated to supplying a full-line of accessories as well as you can also discover this sort of garments at a number of chain store. Several gothic teenagers, though, choose to shop at neighborhood pre-owned stores as a result of the used look and also vintage appeal of the dark clothes that they can discover there. In either case, gothic accessories as well as outfits are generally inexpensive.

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laedraws · 4 years

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I had to exercise myself with writing and I found a prompt generator. This is probably very bad but I tried

Warning: language

Your prompt: Eddie is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Richie’s name on purpose + Your prompt: Richie hates coffee, but goes to a coffee shop and drinks some just so they can see Eddie, who works there

Richie Tozier enters the coffee shop that’s across the street the way he always does.

It’s quiet, and it’s a nice change from all the noise he’s usually exposed to.

Eddie Kaspbrak walked through the same door hours ago, half an hour before the start of his shift. He’s not thrilled about his job, but it’s not the worst he could be doing, either.

It’s quiet, and it’s a nice change from all the noise his thoughts make inside his head.

Richie Tozier hesitates only a few seconds before taking his place in line, not needing to mentally rehearse his order.

Eddie Kaspbrak has had anxiety all of his life, he still checks every order twice, despite knowing each one by heart.

Richie Tozier hates coffee. Don’t get him wrong, he usually gladly throws himself onto everything that could possibly make him develop some sort of addiction; but the light adrenaline wave coffee provides just isn’t worth the shitty taste.

Eddie Kaspbrak has learnt from a very young age that sometimes you have to just pinch your nose and swallow whatever substance your body does (or doesn’t) need. He grew up weak, and medicines helped him, or so his mother said. Caffeine was just another help, a boost for when his useless body claimed sleep too early or too often. A necessity, really.

Richie Tozier hated caffeine, but ordered a cup of coffee anyway. He always did, because the only reason he even entered the coffee nearly every other day was to tell said order to the brown eyed boy working at the counter.

Eddie Kaspbrak saw him the moment he got in line. He ordered the same thing every day, and it was the only time of the day Eddie didn’t need to repeat the order in his head until he had handed the cup to the customer in line.

Richie smiled, Eddie smirked.

“Your name?”

Your name is Richie. I know this. I heard your friends call after you. I heard you saying it yourself while you were trying to sound professional on the phone. You failed, by the way.

“Richie”

Please remember it right this time. I spelled it clearly, for you. I’m only here because of you. Fuck. I don’t even care how much this shit’s overpriced if I get to hear you call me correctly for once. (I want to hear my name on your lips)

Eddie grabbed a sharpie and scribbled something onto the soft cardboard. It made a soothing sound and he dared to quickly look up to the other, curly black hair partly hiding the huge frame of his glasses. He looked so hopeful Eddie almost felt bad.

It’s a cute name really. R-I-C-H-I-E. Has a nice ring to it, too. It would be a shame if someone put a T in there.

He finished writing, turned the cup so that Richie couldn’t see it, and moved to make his coffee. Cupboards sounds tingled in the air. He was aware of Richie’s presence somewhere behind him, but it didn’t make him nervous. He wasn’t overthinking for once. It was their little game, or Eddie’s at least, if the other somehow hadn’t caught up yet.

“Here you go” he said as he finished pouring it, half smiling but carefully avoiding the other’s eyes.

Richie smiled back and took his coffee, then quickly stopped in his tracks.

Are you fucking kid-

“-ding me?”

Eddie turned around, eyebrow raised.

Him and his fucking trashmouth. While he mentally zeroed any possibility he may have had with the cute boy from the shop he could clearly hear the distinct voice of Stanley Uris himself, telling him to stop being so freaking loud all the time. Serves him well for never listening to Stan the Man.

“Is something wrong?”

If Eddie was having a mini panic attack the moment he heard Richie complain (which he was), he didn’t show it.

And then something incredible happened, something so rare it could be comparable to the passage of some comets in the sky. Richie Tozier was left speechless.

“I-“ he started, flushing through his pale skin. “I’m sorry” he finished. “I just…was wondering how you think it’s pronounced? Maybe RiTchy?” He added, a sincere smile softening the joke.

It took some seconds for Eddie to blink away his confusion and pick up that the other was in fact fucking with him.

“You pay for the coffee, not for accuracy”

What the actual fuck was that, Kaspbrak.

“Excuse me?” It was Richie’s turn to be confused now.

“We put names on the cups so they don’t get mixed up, it’s a practical tip which also happens to do wonders for health codes, ‘cause imagine picking someone else’s cup that’d be so anti-hygienic and have you ever heard of a staph infection-”

Richie had honestly lost himself trying to follow the other’s train of thoughts, the only thing he could think about was that all the rambling made the boy in front of him look strangely cute.

“…and basically my point is that in the end the name is not really relevant for the service, so-”

(cute, cute, cute)

“Well yeah okay I’m sorry, I got it, I was kind of a dick-” And then Richie snorted because of course, he had to add “A Dick, get it? Because my name’s Richard?”

The barista blinked, but otherwise had no response. If Stan had been there, he would have smacked Richie in the head, which, fair enough. He suddenly became painfully aware of the line growing behind him.

“Alright, for real now, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, just… uh, you’ve been butchering my name for weeks now and I guess I overthought it a little? Thought that maybe you didn’t like me which, I guess you’d be right in doing after this..”

Eddie felt like the shittiest person on the planet because you see, Richie’s eyes looked like those of a kicked dog behind those stupid glasses.

So when the other reached for his money and paid, muttering a ‘keep the change’ under his breath, Eddie took a deep sigh and- where’s my inhaler when I need it?

“It’s Eddie!”

“Uh?” Richie turned around, the cup of coffee still warm in his hand, the steam fogging the base of his glasses.

“Eddie. It’s my name. In case you wanna butcher it back”

As Richie looked at him Eddie felt his cheeks go down two shades. And then a wide, heartfelt grin pictured himself on the black haired boy’s face and Eddie felt his chest relax as if he really took a huge spray out of his inhaler.

“Nice one” he decided, and then, as a grin formed on his face: “Mind if I call you Eds?”

Eddie shook his head. Yes, he did mind, but he guessed they were even now.

“No” he lied while moving to the next costumer: “I owe you one”

And with that Richie could have considered himself satisfied, really. Not only the cute boy- Eddie, he quickly reminded himself, would call him by his correct name from now on, but Richie knew his, too.

You could just have asked, he heard Stan’s voice echo in his mind.

But isn’t it enough to just sit into my Hawaiian shirt, lovestruck? He would have probably said back.

(Yes that is the variation of a meme I just quoted. No, Stan, I physically cannot talk ‘normal’)

And so he refused to walk through the door, lingering on the back of the counter, respectfully out of line: “That’s nice to know, Eds. How about Eddie Spaghetti?”

That’s where Eddie drew the line.

“I said I owed you one, don’t push it”, but he was smiling.

Richie noticed it, and that’s why he said: “Alright Spaghetti-head”

He forgot he was holding coffee, because the smug face he was picturing having fell apart as he took a sip of his drink and almost spit it all out. Luckily the other was too busy to notice it.

Eddie handed the order to his current costumer, and forgot all about work policies and ‘professionalism’ as he absent-mindedly slipped in a conversation with the boy he had been purposely misnaming for weeks: “Beep-beep Richie”

“Did you just beeped me?” Richie added, faking indignation.

“Yeah, you’re annoying”. But there was no serious tone in his voice. Then, he quickly added: “Can I ask you something?”

Richie was glowing: “Yeah, sure”

“Why don’t you order something else if you dislike coffee?”

Richie’s heart did something funny in his chest as he realized he was panicking in his spot.

“Huh?”

“Yeah I can see you throwing it away as you walk out, you know. The poor plant outside has probably become addicted to caffeine by now. At first I thought it was me, that I had fucked up your order or something. That’s why I started to spell your name wrong, I was pissed because I thought you didn’t like the service or something. And I used to check every time, and I’m pretty sure that I had done alright”

Richie started to understand how Stan must feel while dealing with his shenanigans, because he suddenly had the urge to smack himself in the head, too.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry if you thought that! I swear it has nothing to do with you-

(It has everything to do with you, just not in the way you’d think)

“-I just like coming here, and it wouldn’t sit well with me if I didn’t support the place, somehow. Does it make sense?”

Eddie didn’t look too convinced but he wasn’t one to push people too much. He just nodded and bit his lip, going on another tour to the coffee machine.

“If that’s how it is then, I was thinking, how about I make you another one? Another order, I mean. One that you actually like. I promise I’ll spell your name right this time”

“That’d be cool, actually. Do you have anything with chocolate?”

Eddie smiles and gestures him to go back in line.

Richie patiently waits, and when Eddie hands him his new order he forgets about checking his name’s spelling. He smiles at Eddie and maybe stares a little too long before thanking him and finally walking out the place.

It’s only when he passes the poor plant he’d been accidentally feeding with caffeine that he remembers the previous conversation.

On the cup, truth to his word, Eddie wrote “Richie”, the clear handwriting striking on the white cardboard. Under it, there’s a row of numbers Richie takes some seconds too long to decipher.

When it finally hits him, it makes his body warm despite the weather and a sincere smile brightens his face.

Richie Tozier goes home and doesn’t hear the noises of the street over the memory of Eddie’s voice he’s playing in his head.

Eddie Kaspbrak finishes his shift hours later, takes out his umbrella and lets the sound of the rain silence his overthinking, as thoughts of Richie bloom at the edge of his mind.

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