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kyndaris · 4 days

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The Perfect Cup

As everyone knows, the 14th of February is Valentine's Day, where romance reigns supreme where flowers and boxes of chocolates are gifted to significant others. In Japan and Korea, Valentine's Day is when girls give the boys they like chocolate. A month later, on 14th March, boys return the gesture. And given its marketability, I saw many advertisements for it as we travelled across both Japan and South Korea.

Unfortunately for bleachpanda and myself, we were both single. So, on White Day, we headed all the way down to Yokohama instead to treat ourselves. Not with chocolate, mind you, although there was a Godiva cafe I regret not actually visiting, but because I wanted to immerse myself in the locations that were in Yakua: Like a Dragon and Lost Judgment.

Yokohama is a city south of Tokyo and is the most populous city in Kanagawa Prefeecture. It was also one of the first Japanese ports opened to foreign trade back in the mid-19th century. But it's also known for a range of distractions including Cosmo World, the Red Brick Warehouses and, of course, our first destination for the day: The Cup Noodle Museum.

The humble Cup Noodle started life out as Chicken Ramen. The inventor, Momofuku Ando, had been trying to make something that needed only the addition of some hot water. It was during a trip to America that Momofuku was inspired by people putting his chicken ramen noodles in a cup, pouring in hot water and then eating them with a fork. By bringing together all sorts of innovative ideas, including changing one's perspective on how to place the ramen into a cup, he was able to come up with a winning formula that soon became an international sensation.

Entering inside the Cup Noodle museum, bleachpanda and I set about creating our perfect cup - much like how Noctis and his friends did during their road trip adventure in Final Fantasy XV (a game bleachpanda still hasn't finished even as she tries to guilt me into not playing Final Fantasy XVI as soon as it released. I'm GETTING there. I just need to finish off a few OTHER games I bought like Like a Dragon: Ishin!). In the game, Noctis and friends were tasked with slaying numerous monsters depending on the type of ingredient you chose when speaking with Gladiolus.

Heck, I even posted a picture on this very blog where someone had cosplayed as Noctis with the Cup Noodle hat!

Oh, memories...

In any case, bleachpanda and I were able to successfully make our own flavours of Cup Noodle and designing the outside too! Due, of course, to my lack of creation, I simply drew a picture of Pikachu. But I know if my friend Rinbeti had come along, she would have probably drawn something either wondrous or terrifying.

There's no telling if she'll be wholesome or draw something that's NSFW. Perhaps both, actually.

Afterwards, bleachpanda and I took the opportunity to explore the rest of the museum, learning its history: from its humble beginnings to the massive brand it is today. Heck, there's even SPACE ramen now!

From the Cup Noodles Museum, bleachpanda and I headed to the Red Brick Warehouse. Unfortunately, much of it was impassible due to an event that would be held on the next day. And though I was told it was a collection of boutique shops, from what I managed to glimpse, it seemed to primarily be food. And we were still too early to chow down on anything.

So, off we trotted to Chinatown, bypassing the very European-inspired design of Yokohama's Customs House. Now, the Chinatown in Yokohama, it should be known, is the largest Chinatown in Japan and is about 160 years old. Almost everywhere we walked were restaurants or themed shops. And in my eyes, it carried a lot of influence from the Guangdong province of China, as well as Hong Kong.

It was here when we tried out the Japanese idea of yumcha. And while the food was decent, I have to admit, it didn't quite keep the spirit of a rowdy yumcha with trolleys being pushed through narrow aisles between seats as the servers tried to hawk away their offerings to their hungry guests.

Still, I was quite satisfied in wandering around the Chinatown (we even picked up some snacks) before heading to Yamashita Park. Once there, I couldn't help but feel like I'd be thrust into Yakuza: Like a Dragon. Though Yamashita park was only a small portion of the Yokohama world map, I remembered many an amusing side quest in the section, which was only emphasised when Takayuki Yagami was skateboarding in the park as part of his mission to infiltrate all the school clubs in Lost Judgement.

Credit must be given to Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio for bringing these real-world locations to life in video game format. Especially given how I was able to identify so many places that I'd only ever seen in the shrunken down version of the game.

But I didn't have much time to appreciate the Like a Dragon nostalgia because Yokohama had one last surprise for us: The Gundam Factory and its towering recreation of a Gundam that could move through the use of hydraulics! Even for someone who doesn't like mechs in general, seeing the giant robot pose and spout meaningful things about friendship and a bright future was still an impressive sight to witness.

We stayed longer than I anticipated at the Gundam Factory as we waited for the next performance, but bleachpanda was satisfied to record most of the variations. She was, however, disappointed that the shop didn't have much on offer. Given it was set to close by next month, though, she wasn't too bothered.

Plus, you know, there was an apology from the creators on the limitations of what creating a real-life Gundam would entail. It's honestly too bad we haven't yet found a means to find ultralight metals to make them a reality.

With the spectacle of the 'Moving Gundam' in the rearview mirror, bleachpanda and I returned to Tokyo. More specifically, we headed back to Shinjuku station. But before returning to our hotel, bleachpanda and I made a stop at the batting cages (after refuelling at a Krispy Kreme to see if there were any regional specials) to enjoy a uniquely Japanese experience.

I impressed myself with being able to hit several of the balls flung at me at 80-90km/h given how long it had been since I last swung a bat while playing softball. Bleachpanda, on the other hand, managed to punt several of the balls because it was easier and she didn't have to time her swing just right (it's cheating is what it is).

With my arms still feeling weak, bleachpanda and I ended our day with some Japanese KFC. To our dismay, it didn't taste as good as the McDonald's we had at Narita airport when we were heading to South Korea. Nor did it have any potato and gravy! A blasphemous act from anyone who loves and enjoys the KFC back home in Australia.

Disappointed, we returned to our hotel.

It's hard to imagine that tomorrow will be our last day exploring Japan and seeing what is has on offer. I can't believe the trip is coming to an end. It felt both too short and also fairly long.

And yet, a part of me can't wait to get back home and start planning my next great adventure out into the wide world!

#personal blog #travelling #travel blog #yokohama #cup noodle museum #yokohama chinatown #yamashita park #gundam factory

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voidofall · 1 year

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I posted 587 times in 2022

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I tagged 323 of my posts in 2022

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#star trek - 16 posts

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Longest Tag: 128 characters

#i truly feel like sometime i am missing something with how feral some trek fans get over certain ships but perhaps that is on me

My Top Posts in 2022:

💚Happy Valentines day💚 Here have a stab wife in a cute outfit

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if anyone knows how to add working music player to a tumblr theme let me know XD ya girl is struggling

16 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Watching everyone flip out SNW is like watching a train derail. Like this is why I don't interact with the Spirk/Tos side of star trek. I have so far seen some ridiculous comments from Kirks new actor should be heavier and should basically just Shatner again to Spock is GAY as if it was ever confirmed in canon other than a one off joke in lower decks.

How about instead jumping straight down the writers throats for a story we don't even know yet. We wait a see. If Kirk turns out to be an Aos style interpretation, what is actually wrong with that. If Spock turns out to be straight, bi, pan, gay what does it actually matter when all anyone is going to do is retcon things through fanfics and fanon. LIKE NO SHIT HE IS WITH T'PRING THEY ARE ENGAGED. God forbid this might be a decent coming out story or a story about struggling with sexuality.

I don't know y'all, this is all just giving me flashback to how Michael was treated when she was announced in Disco and now look how beloved she is

16 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

ehehe hi love :> hephaestus & titans for the lil ask game? 💜

Oh hohohohoh do I have a rant about art incoming dkfjhasljfjdsal

Hephaestus- What is your favourite form of art?

Ok! so i have some very strong thoughts about surrealism. One, I absolutely love love love the 'pure psychic automatism' that Breton spoke of in one of the surrealist manifestos. I believe Freud and his dream interpretations laid the basis for it (I could be wrong it has been a long time since I took Art History). So 'Pure psychic automatism' was basically "“psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express—verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner—the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern.”

this was at first usual kept to writings but I believe Max Ernst really brought in the visual aspects that were picked up by people like Dali.

Two, and the main reason I love surrealism is it is just unfettered from 'normal' art. You just let your mind wander and either write or draw your meaning in whatever pops up. Some of my favorite surrealists are Dalí

The Hallucinogenic Toreador, uses a technique called 'paranoiac-critical method, which basically is the artist invoking a paranoid state in the viewer from what I remember.

The other artist I really love is Zdzisław Beksiński. His work is usually split into two periods, one is a utopian realism that focuses on the doomsday like landscapes and architecture and the other is more abstract figures. Personally I love the utopian realism.

i don't remember if this one has a title but this is a fucking amazing piece.

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

2022 Reading list

Started the year off with Space Opera by Catherynne M. Valente. Really loved the idea of this no name band is a fucking bop in outer space XD. Really good light read and fun, basically space eurovision but instead the prize is you get to live.

Then I read 1984 by George Orwell, fucking god I love this book so much. The themes are just peak, the fact that we are basically living in this timeline is just peak like wow. Five stars. Great book. Take it from the random internet person.

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fic-art-blurbs · 5 years

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My hand keeps slipping-

This is actually from @iturbide again, on an older ask about Fae protecting both Y! Tiki and A! Tiki from Naga, who does not seem to get the hint that she is not....g o o d.

Hfjfjf the ask is somewhere on the blog - I swear-

#actual art #feh #fe fae #fe adult tiki #fe young tiki #fe tiki #fe naga #you can see where i gave it #//it was when i was drawing naga #oh heck its valentine's day when i post this #love is standing up for your friends in front of their bad moms thank you for attending my ted talk

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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Acts of Kindness - Valentine's Day - Intern Year

Book: Open Heart (Book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff with a tiny bit of angst

Summary: Valentine’s Day has long been one of Kaycee's favorite holidays, and this year she found a cupid accomplice in her fellow dolphin, Sienna. They manage to ruffle a few feathers as they try to spread cheer around Edenbrook, but can Kaycee's kindness chisel away at the most guarded of hearts?

Words: 2500

A/N: This one was a challenge. I wanted this to be part of my HC for Ethan & Kaycee, so it needed to reflect several things. Kaycee's determination to remain her bright, positive self; the pining that still remained between them (post-Miami); Ethan's resolve to stay away from her; the hospital staff noticing all of it; HER SELF-RESPECT (something PB often left out); and how much he second-guessed his choices. On top of that, I wanted her friends to play a role. I don’t know if I pulled it off in 2500 words, but I tried. Happy Valentine’s Day!

A/N 2: Participating in @choicesfebruary2022challenge - Day 24, Cupcake

A/N 3: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge To be or not to be... this is still a 💔 not to be (its book 1, people lol)

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“Sienna, do you have the cupcakes?”

“I’m boxing them up now,” she yelled in from the kitchen.

“Well, hurry! Our Uber only has to wait five minutes for us, and if they leave, we’re screwed.”

Jackie stood by the doorway, her arms crossed and shaking her head in bewilderment.

“I can not believe that you two are bringing so much crap to work that you have to take an Uber.”

“Jackie,” Kaycee grinned. “It’s Valentine’s Day! Everyone should feel loved today, and that's our mission.”

“Oh, they should feel loved today," Jackie smirked. "What about the other 364 days of the year? Do they count? Or only the one Hallmark tells us we should feel loved on?”

“Of course, every day counts, Jackie! But it’s like a birthday; everyone should feel just a little more special today. For example,” Kaycee slid the aluminum foil off the top of a container she was carrying and pulled out a heart-shaped chocolate chip cookie. “Here!" She placed the cookie in Jackie's hand and a peck on her cheek. "Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Jackie brusquely wiped off her cheek in protest. “Seriously, MacTavish, that’s supposed to make me feel special.”

“Just eat the cookie, Jackie. Then we’ll talk about it,” she winked.

“Less chatting, more running!” Sienna interrupted as she hurried past them. “Now we're really in danger of the Uber leaving.”

“Don't worry!" Kaycee assured. "I’m right behind you!”

"And uhm, save me one of those cookies!" Jackie yelled after them. "What? They're good!"

_____

Bryce and Raf were waiting for them when they arrived at the hospital. Lahela shook his head when he saw the large haul.

“Thanks so much, guys! I don’t think we would have been able to get this all upstairs without your help.”

“How the heck did you two manage to bring this down from your apartment alone?” Bryce asked.

“I’m sure Jackie helped them,” Raf replied.

Kaycee couldn't contain her burst of laughter. “Jackie? Help? You’re funny!” She turned back to Bryce, “It was quite comical. If there were video, I am sure you’d be amused.”

“Hey, I’m not beneath bribing your doorman to get my hands on the security tape. Here, give me that bag.”

All four of them were loaded down. Heart-shaped cookies, elaborately decorated cupcakes, red sugar-free Jello hearts, tons of cards, decorations, stickers… it seemed like they didn’t miss a thing. Inez was in amazement as they walked down the hall. While Zaid muttered something about stupid and Hallmark under his breath before walking away.

“I can’t believe you guys are doing all this!” Inez gushed, “This is going to make everyone feel so special!”

“That’s the goal!” Sienna beamed.

“What, no flowers?” Zaid smirked from across the way.

“No, silly!” Inez responded. “That would compete with the nurse’s annual roses sale! This year the money is going toward pediatric cancer research.”

“A great cause!” Kaycee beamed. "Zaid, I fully expect you to purchase each of your residents a rose today.”

“Ha!” he chortled, “Sure, that’s as likely to happen as an autographed photo of me in my Valentine’s Day jammies. Not happening, MacClennan. Now, finish up. I did not receive word that you’ve resigned to replace Cupid, so according to my schedule, you still have real work to do.”

“He really needs to get laid,” Bryce whispered as Sienna concealed a laugh.

“He just hates holidays," Inez assured. "All of them, really, but this one in particular.”

“That’s too bad,” Kaycee sighed. “I’ve always loved Valentine’s Day.”

Laura, a nurse whose crush on Dr. Ramsey was as strong as her dislike of Kaycee, smirked over her shoulder. “Really?” she sneered, “Even when you don’t have a boyfriend and have to spend it alone?”

“Sure! I don’t need a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, to enjoy Valentine’s Day. It’s about all kinds of love, and I am lucky enough to be surrounded by plenty.”

Sienna gave her friend a side hug just as Ethan approached the nurse's station. His eyes were like stone, and there was a noticeable change in Kaycee's demeanor as he approached.

“What’s all this?” He asked without moving his eyes up from the paperwork in his hands.

Sienna looked worriedly between him and Kaycee, then back again. When it was clear her friend was not going to answer, Sienna jumped in.

“These are just some treats and trinkets we made… for the patients and the staff. We want everyone to feel special today.”

Ethan rolled his eyes dramatically. “And what makes today different than any other day of the year?”

“Uh, it’s Valentine’s Day,” Sienna simpered.

“Well, I don’t believe in such nonsense,” he muttered and hurried away.

“What a freaking shock,” Kaycee muttered, a little louder than she had hoped. Everyone except her scattered, and you could hear a pin drop when Ethan turned on his heel, his icy gaze fixed upon her.

“Excuse me, Dr. MacClennan. Do you have something to say?”

She looked so uncomfortable even Laura appeared to take a small amount of pity on her... for a moment anyway.

“Yes. I do. Frankly, I’m disappointed in your response. Studies have confirmed time and again that when patients feel they are receiving attention and feel cared for, they respond better to treatment, heal faster, and experience more positive outcomes. Surely you can’t object to Dr. Trihn and I wanting to lift their spirits now, can you?”

Onlookers' jaws went slack, but none could divert their eyes from the spectacle. It was like watching the scene of an accident, but the crash had yet to occur. Dr. MacClennan always spoke to Dr. Ramsey more directly than any intern that came before her, and all took notice. But this was a step beyond, even for her. The muscles in his reddened cheeks were taught and his lips pursed. Everyone braced for the outburst that was about to come, but it never took place.

“I suppose you have a point since most people buy into this absurd holiday. Carry on, MacClennan... Trinh.”

If jaws were slack before, they reached the floor now. The hush that had overtaken the station was replaced with whispers and stares.

“He has got to be banging her,” a night nurse loud enough for most to hear.

“He is not!” Laura protested angrily.

“I’m with Laura,” Sarah added, “If he were banging her, he wouldn’t have been so mean to her in the first place.”

Sienna was turning red, desperately wanting to defend her friend. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. But Kaycee had asked everyone to just ignore it, it would be better in the end.

“Don’t you have anything better to do,” Maureen admonished. “This is the last time I want to hear this idle gossip, do you understand? You’re supposed to be professionals!”

Her eyes flicked over to Sienna and then to Kaycee, who smiled with gratitude.

Sienna looked up with sad eyes. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“It is what it is, Sienna. But I assure you, I’m not sleeping with him.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

“Good,” Kaycee chirped. "Now, come on, let's go spread some cheer before our rounds begin.”

For the remainder of the day, the two doctors spent their breaks and downtime bringing their treats from room to room. Ms. Gernstein’s room was one of the last Kaycee visited before her shift ended.

“Mrs. Gernstein,” she grinned.

“It’s Clara, Dr. MacClennan. How many times must I tell you.”

“Well, that’s fine, but then I insist, I’m Kaycee.”

“I suppose I could do that,” the old woman agreed. “What are you doing here? You already stopped in before?”

“Oh, that was work; this is social." She handed Clara Jello-heart wrapped in colorful cellophane paper.

“What is this?”

“It's just a little treat for Valentine’s Day.”

Unbeknownst to Kaycee, Ethan was passing by the door, and he stopped when he heard her voice.

“But I can’t have sugar.”

“I know, Mrs. Gern… uh… Clara. That’s why it’s sugar-free.”

“That's too kind,” she gushed, taking Kaycee's hand. “You know, this is the first Valentine I've received in almost fourteen years.”

“Really?”

“Yes, not since my Harry passed away. He always made such a fuss, even though I told him not to.”

“Well, I’m glad I broke that trend. Everyone should get a Valentine." She pulled up a chair and sat next to her patient. "Why don’t you tell me about Harry.”

Ethan could have walked away at any time, there was no reason to stay, but he was mesmerized listening to the women talk. Kaycee's sincerity and warmth were evident, and for all the times he had treated Mrs. Gernstein, he had never heard her sound so joyful and full of hope. If anyone would have seen them, they would have been amazed at the goofy smile on his lips. Dr. Ramsey, as a lovesick puppy, was not a sight anyone was accustomed to. But that look was replaced by one of horror when he heard Kaycee's chair slide back, and she began to leave the room.

“Well, it has been lovely talking to you, Clara, but I have to go finish up. But I promise I will stop by tomorrow.”

“Please do. And Kaycee.”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I hope you get a Valentine too!”

“You’re very welcome, Clara. My Valentine is seeing you so happy.”

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Her face was aglow when she exited the room. A glance at her watch reminded her that her shift ended fifteen minutes before. She was delighted with how much happiness had been spread, but now she was eager to join her friends at Donahue’s for their Single’s Awareness Day party. She was about to step into the elevator when...

“Dr. MacClennan,” he bellowed.

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey.”

“I need to see you in my office. Right away.”

“Of course,” she said, a long slow sigh escaping her as she followed him.

He pointed to a chair as he circled this desk and told her to take a seat. “Have I done something wrong?”

“On the contrary, you’ve done something right.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been watching you today.”

“You have?” She asked with an arched brow.

“Yes, and… to be honest, I was astounded by the sincere kindness you displayed to our patients.”

She shrugged her shoulders, dismissing his words, “I was just being nice.”

“It went beyond that, Rook… Kay… Dr. MacTavish. You are a rare person, and I hope you know that.”

“I’m just being nice. It's not that hard to do, you know.”

“Meaning?”

“You should try it more frequently. It would be good for you and those around you.”

Embarrassed, his eyes fell to his desk. That’s when he took notice of a small white plate topped with a heart-shaped cookie, a generously iced cupcake, and a little note that read, “Every day is Valentine’s Day when you are loved.”

“What is this?”

“What does it look like? We certainly weren’t going to give one to every staff member and patient on the floor… except for you.”

He lifted the note from the plate and studied it carefully, tilting his head back to her. “This isn’t your handwriting.”

Kaycee leaned over the desk to take a look. “No, it’s not. Sienna wrote that one, we split the job in half to make it easier.”

A tender smile came to his lips and he wasn't sure if it was a result of the sweets, of the smell of her perfume, which he missed more than he admitted.

“When did you find the time?”

“Don’t you know, Dr. Ramsey? Interns don’t sleep. I’ll do that one day when I’m an attending... like you.”

“Ha!” he laughed, “yes. I suppose you will.”

He fell silent for a moment, and Kaycee was about to ask if she could leave the room when he blurted.

“What are you doing tonight?” It was so spontaneous, he startled himself.

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s any of your….”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine," she smiled. "But, if there is nothing else, I….”

“Could you just wait here… just for one minute before you go?”

“Sure,” she said, falling back into her chair. She stared at the clock on his desk in his absence, watching as the hands slowly tick, and she was so fixated she didn't realize he returned.

“Kaycee?”

She looked up to find him standing next to her, a single red rose in his hand.

“It’s one of the flowers the nurses are selling, you know, to raise….”

“Yes, their charity rose sale... I know.”

“Well,” he blushed, handing the stem to her, “I want you to have it. Happy Valentine’s Day, Dr… Kaycee.”

Kaycee took the rose from his hand, smiling softly as she admired its beauty. “It’s beautiful, Ethan. And very sweet of you, but… I can’t accept it.”

Ethan's face crumbled as she placed it back in his hands.

“What, why not?”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“But you….”

“Sienna and I left you a treat. The same as we did for everyone on this floor. Now, if you want to go buy a rose for everyone on the floor, I’ll be happy to accept one from you, but if not... I can’t. I don’t want to hear the nurses grumbling about me sleeping with you anymore… especially when I’m not.”

“They’re WHAT?”

“How long have you worked here? You know how hospital gossip is.”

“I try to pay it no mind.”

“I try to do the same, but sometimes it’s hard when you’re the topic, and you don’t have a private office to retreat to.”

Ethan lowered his eyes and stared at the rose he was twirling between his fingers.

“I understand,” he replied sadly. “Why don’t you get going? I’m sure you have plans this evening, I won’t hold you.”

“Thank you. And I appreciate the gesture. Oh!” she said standing up, “you know what you should do with it?”

“What?”

“Go give it to Mrs. Gernstien in 529. If getting a Jello heart from me made her day, a rose from you should make her happy for the next year. Would you do that?”

“Is that what you want me to do, Kaycee?”

"Yes," she nodded. "It is."

“Then I’ll bring it over to her right away.”

With a slight smile on her lips, she made her way to the office door. Her hand was already on the doorknob when he called out.

“Oh, and Kaycee?”

She turned back over her shoulder. “Yes?’

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

She swallowed and smiled sadly, “Good night, Dr. Ramsey.”

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A/N 3: I HC that he took a moment to stare at the rose after she left, feeling the loss of her presence. Then the soft look on his face turned to stone. He hits the speakerphone and tells Maureen to come to his office, where he lambasts her (poor thing had nothing to do with it) for allowing the nurses to gossip about him and Kaycee. The nurses have gossiped about him for years, and he's never cared. Maureen smiles because she knows he really has it bad for his intern. She assures him she'll stay on top of them. He is absolutely incorrigible when dealing with any of them going forward. Word gets back to him that Laura is the ring leader. Every time she sees him, she bats her lashes and smiles, and he is now determined to make her life a living hell. lol

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dukeofonions · 3 years

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So I thought I’d try something a little different (and slightly more fun than my usual saltiness) and do my own little personal ranking of Sanders Sides episodes!

Now I actually haven’t watched anything from the series for awhile so these rankings are going to be based purely on my own memories of each episode and how much I remember enjoying them. I’ll also be splitting the rankings up so I’ll do season one today and season two later on.

Eventually I want to go back and actually rewatch everything but I’ll probably wait until the season two finale comes out (whenever the heck that will be) but until then I think this will cover it.

Also important to note is that I will not be counting Asides in this since

1. I’m salty

2. It’s not supposed to be Sanders Sides anyway so why include it?

and 3. I’m very salty.

Alright, let the ranking begin!

Dang, can you believe season one has seventeen episodes? Starting with My True Identity on October 19th, 2016 and ending with Accepting Anxiety on July 15th, 2017.

These episodes were a lot shorter too. The longest one, Growing Up, is only about 15 minutes long (14:39 to be exact because I already have the playlist pulled up to get all these references so I might as well use the info I have) and the shortest episode was Way Too Adult that barely makes it to the four minute mark. (Okay it’s 4:18 but that’s still closer to four)

It’s really interesting to see how much the series changed just throughout season one alone, especially once it shifts from just being a silly series of one shots to a series with more fleshed out characters and beginning to scratch the surface of dealing with heavier topics.

How did it do for me personally? Well if you made it this far I assume you actually want to know my opinion so I’ll go ahead and tell you...

For real now, let the ranking begin!

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#17 I'm in a Disney Show

Yeah this one is pretty forgettable, and it really sticks out like a sore thumb among the other episodes in this series since it’s based on something that happened in real Thomas’s life and later on they try to establish that Sanders Sides isn’t about real Thomas. Not only that there wasn’t much in this episode that stuck out as funny to me. The only bit I actually remember laughing at was when the Sides were throwing around click bait titles.

So yeah, boring episode, feels out of place, moving on.

#16 Becoming a Cartoon

Like with the last one this one is just very forgettable to me. It also features someone who turned out to be a pretty shitty person so I can’t even watch it without feeling uncomfortable.

The only thing I remember laughing at was Patton holding a potato.

#15 My True Identity

Okay I know it’s harsh putting the first episode so low on the list, especially when most of my problems with it stem from it being made before there were any intentions to make it a series, but like the first two it’s also kinda boring. I mean on it’s own it does a good job of introducing people to the basic idea of the series and gives an idea of what the characters are like, but they all basically act like the same person (yes I’m aware of the irony) with just one or two minor things to set them apart.

Can’t really hate this one like the other two since, again, this was made with no intention of plot or character development, so it’s only this low because it doesn’t really stick out to me. But hey, it did its job at getting people interested in the characters so in that aspect it did its job perfectly.

#14 Taking On Anxiety

Oh the second hand embarrassment in this episode is too much to bear. Honestly any episode that has Thomas interacting with someone from real life just feels so weird to me and takes me out of the episode. However, I do actually have a bit more positive things to say about this one. The advice they give is actually helpful, and my gosh I love pre-AA Virgil.

The snark, the sass, it’s easy to see why he became a fan favorite so fast. And fortunately for me, there’s plenty of episodes for me to love him in before I start to hate him.

#13 Way Too Adult

This is gonna sound repetitive but again, forgettable. Doesn’t give me second hand embarrassment or make me feel negative in any way so that’s why it’s higher than the others. And hey, 13 is one of my favorite numbers so that’s gotta count for something right?

The best part of this episode is Patton, I really miss the earlier version of him where he actually took on more of a fatherly figure and had more of a serious side. Not that I don’t like him now and I still think he’s one of the better written in the series (more on that in another post) but it’s kinda nice to see him being portrayed in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s being dumbed down for laughs or is just sad and confused.

#12 The Mind vs The Heart

Or as I like to call it “Selfishness vs Selflessness in Five Minutes.” This episode is way too relatable which is both fun but also I don’t need the reminder that I can’t say “no” to people, but that’s a me problem not the episode’s. I like the format of using cutaways to show examples of how Logan and Patton clash in Thomas’s day to day life and honestly I wish they’d use it more since I think they only do it in this episode and in Growing Up but I could be wrong and I’m too lazy to check.

All in all this a cute little episode (and not cute for the reason you might think) and I enjoy it.

#11 Accepting Anxiety Part One

Honestly not much to say about this one? It’s funny watching Thomas’s antics while the Sides have to try and figure out what’s going on. Which is a nice change of pace from the usual “The Sides are being goofy and zany and Thomas has to try and get them on track” that I kinda notice throughout season one and that starts to change to become the norm in season two, but I’ll get to that later.

Reason this one isn’t as high as others is just because besides that one gimmick of Thomas saying and doing silly stuff is that there isn’t much beyond that, and of course that’s just because this is the first part of a two part episode so I’ll give it grace for that. Still a great set up though and is funny on its own.

#10 The Dark Side of Disney

Alright, we’ve made it to the top 10! Here’s where things start to get interesting.

Personally, I find this episode hilarious because I do this kind of stuff to “kid’s films” all the time. Never to actual kids but to adults, it’s fun to see just how dark I’ll go.

Of course this isn’t really what the episode does, it talks more about the messages in these movies as opposed to talking about how “dark” they are. Which, now that I look back I clicked on this episode thinking that it was going to be a part of the latter and had no idea it was a Sanders Sides episode. Maybe that’s how I found the series? I always forget which episode was my first...

Back to the episode, it also establishes Virgil and Roman’s little dynamic of being rivals and I love it. They have some of the best exchanges in the series and it’s fun watching them go head to head here, and even bonding a little as well. All in all, fun episode that provides some good character moments and some laughs.

#9 A New Year of Lying to Myself... In Song!

Just the song, man. It slaps.

But am I the only one miffed that Virgil technically got a villain song (about lying no less) and Janus didn’t? Not even an evil reprise? Yeah that’s some bull spit right there.

#8 Growing Up

Aw, the first name reveal episode on this list! This episode is a lot of fun, mostly because of the scenarios they come up with and the little cutaways they add in. Seriously. Just use these more instead of going to these great lengths to show us something that can be accomplished in six seconds of footage.

It also has one of my favorite moments with Logan quietly asking Patton what they’re doing wrong after Thomas tries to force himself into the “serious adult role.” I really got a soft spot for this episode and honestly talking about it makes me wanna watch it again, but I’ll hold off for now.

And I think Patton has one of the best name reveals. Like Thomas really thought his name was Pattoncake, and Patton’s reaction is priceless. I still want to know what “Pattoncake” actually is and how it’s played, but part of me also accepts that it’s probably better if we never know.

#7 Making Some Changes

Why are Thomas’s friends so good at acting as Thomas acting as his characters? Seriously half the time when I watch this episode my brain doesn’t acknowledge that the Sides are now being played by different people until halfway through.

This episode is one of the funniest in my opinion, and one I remember coming back to a lot. Do I still want an episode where the Sides pretend to be each other? Yes. Do I know it’ll probably never happen and if it did they’d find some way to just make it full of angst? Yes, yes I do.

#6 Alone on Valentine's Day

The first episode to be officially cowritten by Joan, and it’s great. It’s hilarious, and just seeing all the varying ways each Side tries to portray their idea of romance is the cherry on top. What more can I say about this episode other than I’m curious as to what Janus and Remus would have contributed to a conversation like this, maybe they’ll do another episode like this in the future with their inclusion, but who knows what the heck they’re doing at this point.

#5 Sanders Sides Q&A

Top 5 here we go!!! This is when ranking started to get difficult because I love all of these episodes so much. Especially this one. I think I’ve watched this one more than any of them and why not? It’s just pure goofball shenanigans and seriously, Thomas, why haven’t you done another one yet? Especially with Janus and Remus?! I mean I get if you’re waiting for “all the characters” but come on man! I need more of the energy this episode gives off.

#4 My Negative Thinking

This episode made me realize just how underrated Logan and Virgil’s relationship is. It’s also the second entry in the “Logan Fights Everyone” saga. I do love how this episode has actually helped me with my own negative thinking and I just freaking love Virgil’s sass in this.

Did I mention I also love Logan and Virgil’s friendship? Ah, good times when they all more or less liked each other.

#3 Losing My Motivation

The set up of this episode is just brilliant. Having it be a “mystery” for Logan to solve with Patton as his sidekick provided a lot of laughs and one of my favorite Logan moments with his little bit he does after realizing he was the “culprit” in all of this. Ugh, I really wanna watch some of these episodes now but I’m gonna hold out.

One thing is that I feel like Logan got the short end of the stick with his name reveal. Like Patton just casually calls him by his name like it’s no big deal, yet pretty much all of the other names are revealed after some kind of emotional moment and are treated as a big deal. If Patton was comfortable enough to just call Logan by his actual name and Logan himself was fine with it then why didn’t any of them introduce themselves before? There’s not really an explanation within the series itself as to why this is or why the Sides even have names in the first place, like it makes sense why Virgil or Janus would hide their names but Logan, Roman, and Patton have been there since day one so what gives?

My personal headcanon is that the three of them had a bet going on to see how long they could go without calling each other by their names in front of Thomas and Patton lost because he forgot.

#2 Am I Original?

Look, Roman is my favorite so of course he’s up here! Not only that but this episode resonates with me a lot as a creative person, and I just love watching the Sides trying all the ideas Roman comes up with.

And his name reveal is also great, probably my favorite one, and of course it’s followed by the now infamous, “You’re my hero” line. But I’m just gonna ignore what became of that and focus on the fact that Roman was actually happy at the end of this episode.

#1 Accepting Anxiety Part Two

What can I say other than this was the perfect way to end this season? Virgil has been the outsider of the group since day one, and seeing him go from this snarky antagonist to gradually being tired with the role until he decides that it would be better if he just wasn’t around at all. This episode has some funny moments too, but what sticks out to me are the more emotional ones.

Roman’s entire speech to Virgil is just *cheff’s kiss* perfection. Their relationship has finally come full circle and when Virgil smiles at him? Ah it’s so good!!! Like the music, the acting, all of it comes together so perfectly and it makes my heart happy.

Virgil’s name reveal is also great, after being teased about it over and over again we finally get the real thing and it’s executed perfectly. Although my favorite thing about this episode is probably the end card, it’s so sweet and makes me all sentimental. Why? I dunno, I’m supposed to be heartless but I somehow find my heart melting when Patton gives Virgil the card anyway. Ah, I love Virgil’s relationships with the others by the end of this season, and honestly I would have been satisfied if this had been the end of it.

Just a neat little way to wrap up this neat little series.

Of course we all know that wasn’t the case and oh boy things certainly took a turn, but that is for another post!

And that was the first part of my ranking! Like I said this list might change once I go back and watch the series again, but I’m pretty sure things won’t change much then.

I’m actually surprised at how many happy memories I have with the season, like I seriously want to just go back and watch my favorite episodes again because I’m all up in the nostalgia but again, I’ll hold off for now.

I hope y’all enjoyed this and I’d be curious to see other people’s rankings of season one. I’m glad I was able to have fun with this and just gush about the series for awhile because oh boy I know things are gonna be very different once I get to season two...

#dukeofrankings #new tag for this because why not #long post

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worangetraveler-multiverseguide · 3 years

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Looking at 315 with... probably no context?

It’s been a while... but between this episode being translated late AND having busy and chaotic week at work all was delayed to the point I’ll have to make 316 right after this (but since they dont seem to be connected lets have them in separate posts) with all that said? This is Future Worange checking 250 chapter into the future of Komi san can’t communicate cause I need the dating seratonin okay?

Although this time seems that won’t apply, only 1 way to find out

“Congratulations on graduation” as a Vtuber fan this is triggering me!!!! (JOKING... for the most part)

Oh new person? We have had moments in the past with new sidecharacters taking the spotlight for a moment so this should be interesting

Emotional crybaby? Can relate! Emotional over school graduation? ... meh

Okay I’m confused: are you trying to NOT get emotional or get SUPER emotional since this is YOUR graduation? Whichever the case interesting training sequence

So Shiki is the embodiment of

Dance party during the Principal’s speech? okaaaaay? Rapping Principal? AWFUL AS HELL ROBOT DANCE?... why wasnt MY gradution like that? xD

We see who came up with this, and I dont know her but I love her already and can already feel bad since she might be gone :c

... WHY IS KOMI GIVING THE FAREWELL SPEECH!?!?!?!?!

And more importantly... can she do it? I know nowadays she IS more talkative, but still...

I forgot your name but I know you’re not Oda... WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU LIVE IN THE PROVERBIAL 4TH WALL!?!?!?!?!?!

But they’re right, Komi said nothing yet most students had an emperor’s clothes situation where they hallucinated whatever Komi’s speech was

Oh so NOW Shiki wants to cry at the right time... but the situation has been so ridiculous she is unable to... you can’t control the die YOU CAN’T CONTROL THE CRY!

HOLY SHIT NETSUNO IS STILL ALIVE!?!?!??! Also tanner for some reason? (also her hair is still on fire wtf?)

Internal struggle but denied and Netsuno is ready to give the speech

And suddenly an armwrestling match for WHO gives the final speech... because off course I guess?

Look Shiki I get those are the wrong tears but you can’t deny this shit’s funny and should make a heck of a parting memory xD

spent the last 5 minutes trying to search a graduation song in heavy metal... sadly I fail... this is not even close but is in my head now so take it

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So yeah... the ceremony was weird af and poor Shiki now is dead inside (and outside probably)

And here is were my lack of knowledge makes me miss the weight of the situation... although at face value it is interesting to see... a passing on the torch (Past Worange, remember to give this scene the weight it deserves when the time comes)

(also I think I saw it mentioned somewhere but Agari is saying goodbye to the library gorilla lady... THAT is so weird yet slightly emotional with as little as I know)

And as Shiki is leaving the scene Komi comes crossing and by mistake blocking her exit, totally a coincidence as tiny corner dude says (WHO ARE YOU!?!?!?!?) But... heh... an oldie but a goodie. Reinterpreting Komi’s existence to serve your own story...

Shiki basically used the random situation to let her feeling come forth and admit this silly school was fun and she doesnt wanna leave (I can’t relate but good for her... I guess?)

And so all he 3rd years got emotional and cheered Shiki on...

It’s a perfectly fine chapter, I’m just probably missing a bit of its weight due to the skipping but even then it was a fun chapter with shenanigans and just that right amount of lingering melancholy

ALSO as much as I’m here for the TAKO, I AM GLAD we still gonna get more unrelated to that shenanigans (which this is the first since chapter 302 so...)

See you... in a couple minutes when we go to see if White Day becomes as long as Valentine’s (also this means Komi and Tadano have been dating for almost a month WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--

#komi san wa komyushou desu #komi san can't communicate #future worange from beyond mountain 302 #chapter 315 #worangetraveler-multiverseguide

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Bounded by the words.

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Summary: A momento from a patient lead to a new hobby for Casey, as it records the moment of their relationship.

A/N: It was an impulsive reaction, but.. I wanted to post something and this has been in my drafts for months. I actually have submitted this before, and I am posting this again since it is edited much better than before. Today is the 25th and, honestly... it is a hard date for me in a way. So, I am coping it with fics unfortunately, but... I wanted to post it for a while now and I had shown it to @bratzlahela before she went on hiatus; and nikka, this is for you and i miss you soo much ! This is a love letter AU which had been in my drafts for months now. I am also dedicating this fic to @mrs-raleighcarrera as a thanks for everything, <3 I have something planned later, I hope I manage to start it but... enjoy. 💜 (I noticed... my love for letters can be shown.. I am so sorry ;;)

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Casey is assigned to take care of 19-year old, Brianna who is diagnosed with a Gastroenteritis. As she walks in the room, Brianna was burying herself into a book. She smiled at the sight, as she tries to remember the last time she gets a chance to read a book herself. The title on the book caught her attention, with the minimalistic cover that certainly calms her eyes. ‘Bounded by The Words.’ The title says.

“Bounded by the words?” Casey said to capture her attention.

Brianna startled, as she drops the book down to her lap. Her eyes widen as she saw Casey there grinning at her.

“You scared me!” Brianna stated as she places her hands over her beating heart whilst Casey walks towards her.

“I’m sorry Bri, you looked like you were drowning in the book. I had to save you somehow.” She winks at her, as a smile appear on Brianna’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny doc.”

“So, what is the story about making you drowned in the pages?” Casey asked as she checks on her vitals.

“It’s a story of two lovers..”

“Typical.”

“Hey, I am talking here!”

“Alright, alright my lady.” Casey bows as she lets herself have fun with her.

“As I was saying, it is a story of two lovers who was bounded by a series of letters. They never really got a chance to see each other face-to-face as the man is apart of the world war before. Their communication only relies on letters, handwritten letters that caused their love to grow each day. Unfortunately, neither of them got their happy ending as the man sacrificed himself into the war leaving her a thousand letters behind as a reminder that he will always be there for her…” Brianna wipes a tear as she describe the book.

“Oh wow… that is really sad.” Casey felt her heart break a little from hearing Brianna talk about it.

“Yes, it is. I ended up crying every time I read it and this time is any different.”

“Can I take a look at it?” Casey asks her as she immediately pass the book to her.

“Maybe you should hold onto it, as a momento for taking care of me and keeping me company.” Brianna said with a small smile plastered on her face.

Casey’s eyes widen,

“It’s your favourite book Bri…”

“Don’t worry, I have a few more copies of it at home! You should keep it and maybe try read it at your free time. I know doctors don’t have much time to rest, so consider it as a self-care gift from your favourite patient, which is yours truly to you.” Brianna insists before Casey could return the book in her hands.

“My favourite patient? How did you guess?” Casey asked with amount of sarcasm in her voice causing both of them to break into laughter.

Both of them ended up talking for a little while, exchanging stories, a few hugs and a signature from Brianna aswell. Patients like Brianna, really reminds herself why she wanted to be a doctor in the first place. She loved helping people, saving lives, but she is also interested in knowing the stories of her patients. During her time at Edenbrook, she had met a lot of people with various backgrounds; a surfer, a lawyer who is living this world as she is. She always felt pleasure in knowing her patients, and Brianna is one of those patients that gives her the sign that she loves her job.

After finishing up her shift, Casey makes her way back to Bryce’s apartment as they often have sleepovers with one another. She makes her way to the apartment, where she was met with Keiki who was furiously typing on her (Bryce’s) computer as her brows furrowed in frustration. Casey immediately took off her coat and make her way to the couch, as Keiki perks her head up at her presence.

“What do you got there?” Keiki eyes the book she was holding as she sat down.

“It’s a gift from a patient, I think I am gonna absorb myself in some literary entertainment after those long shifts.” Casey said as she gets herself comfortable on the couch, she starts to read the book. After felt like an hour, she already had surpassed the 100th page.

The door opening pulled her out from the zone, as Bryce finally arrived from the hospital. Casey turn her head to the sound, and smiled as she saw him. Casey stands and give him a kiss on the cheek, guiding him to the couch where Keiki is still on the computer looking more ease than before.

“So, what did you guys do today?” Bryce asked as he placed an arm around Casey pulling her close to him.

“I am trying to finish up this darn assignment, and its just so hard! Why did I take computer science?” Keiki whined as Bryce lets out a small laugh.

“What did you do today Cas?” Bryce turns his gaze to her, as both of their eyes meet.

Casey smiled as she shows the book to Bryce.

“Bounded by the words? It sounds like a cliché rom-com if you ask me.” Bryce said as his eyes are on the book.

“Hey, I am a hopeless romantic and this book managed to play with my heartstrings!” Casey protested as she held the book like her life depends on it.

“Okay, okay…Enlighten me, tell me what is the interesting scenario you have come across in the book?” Bryce challenge her with a wink.

“Their entire love story consists of letters, and they never met yet they still love one another…” Casey felt herself gaze as she placed a dreamy look on her face as Bryce just shook his head.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night Cas.” He says as he placed a kiss to bring her back towards reality.

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Casey suddenly felt herself to be inspired from the book, as she felt her heart hold on to the concept of writing love letters. It is midnight, as Casey felt herself feeling awake. She slowly makes her way out of Bryce’s hold as he was sleeping peacefully. She puts on one of Bryce’s shirts and heads out to the living room. She sat down on the floor, with a box full of stuff contains, coloured paper and a huge amount of pens. She smiles, as she proceeds.

My dearest Anastasia,

The darkened days had now befallen us, the roared of the enemy unmistakable. Where it’d be my last sacrifice in the name of thy country. The time has come for me to filled in my word, as I would let myself be pained from the death that followed me every day. Regrets washed over me, as this letter would be the final reminder, where life with you made it very much better. The warmth of your touch can still be felt, as our farewell was playing in my mind for the longest time, a needed farewell that kept me awake on one of these days, longing to be in your touch again. But, even in the depths of the darkest roads, you will always be in thy heart. Forever, and always.

Love,

Roland.

The one that started it all, the final letter of Roland Rosio to his long last love, Anastasia Luvielle as their love continues to grow even after the death of Rosio during the final battle. The inspiration that started it all.

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Dear Bryce,

It is our first date together despite the hundreds of times we went and spend our nights at Donahue. It is when we are, something. Something beautiful, as one would say it. The 21st night of September, was a date to remember; our first night out as something more. As a kid, I always imagined myself going to the ball with my very own Prince, as we dance the night away.

But, in this case… they were no prince, a dress, a castle, a glass slipper, heck there aren’t any pumpkins involved in the beginning of our story. It was a story of clumsiness, fairy lights and a whole platter of fries. An interesting combination one might say, as it started with grace and ended with a bag of loaded fries from a small vendor.

It was unique, as you told me your jokes as I would find myself getting red, as the sight of your sweet and smiley face. The way we danced around the circle, as the fairy lights were hanging above us, has been a permanent attachment in my mind.

Lights, Fries and Bryce? A perfect combination.

Love,

Casey.

The first of many has been recorded, as she slips it into a box. A small box which is going to be playing a huge role in her life moving forward. Bryce stops himself in his tracks, admiring the smile on her face before moving towards the living room. The memory of their days together, playing in his mind.

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Dear Bryce,

I don’t know where to start, I miss you. I miss everything about you and, I don’t know how long I can do this anymore . I always wondered why couples would fight over the littlest things and, I hoped that the fate won’t fall down to us, but…I was wrong. It felt like a downfall, and I regret yelling those words at you. You were never a burden, you were the light and I don’t know how I haven’t met you before. My life had changed with you, and it has change again, and… I miss you. I miss everything about you, your hugs, your silly jokes, the way you’d talk at the movies despite being shush away by the audience, especially you. I miss being able to hug you when I was happy, and…I am going to make this right.

Love, Casey.

The first fight, as there were words left unspoken. One of many that made were stained with her tears, as the sadness took over. Her life was different with Bryce, and she didn’t give up. She tried and tried, and tried and try again until one day, she did it right. Neither did he.

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Dear Bryce,

I can’t believe our time has come, we are finally getting married tomorrow! It is a common feeling of excitement to be a bride, and I am very excited for our adventure next. I always felt like you were the one with the huge benefit in doubt in myself, the day we meet in that locker room at Edenbrook. The first time I laid my eyes on you, it felt like I was going to meet a stereotypical male from a rom-com, but… you are different. A good type of different, you have been there for me since the very beginning.

You have seen through it all, and I am very lucky to be apart of your life. You have always been my number one support through the highs and the lows, and I am always going to be grateful for everything we have been through that lead us to this very moment. I am excited for our new beginning, I will see you soon.

Love,

Casey.

The day they become as one, where Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela finally tied the knot after all these years. A new adventure awaits them, as a whole new life is looking them with a wide-smile. The ceremony was intimate, as all of their close friends and family members were invited. They got married at one of his favourite places, the beach. As they finally got their happily ever after.

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Dear Bryce,

I did it. WE DID IT! After all these years, we did it. I am finally pregnant, after all the negatives. We did it, and you are going to be a dad! I remember those days, you were telling me about teaching our kid surfing, and silently hoping they will follow your footsteps. Our dreams have been granted, and I am truly ecstatic! The feeling of being a parent had lingered on my mind since early on, and… I am beyond grateful to be on this journey with you.

Baby Lahela is 3 months strong, mommy and daddy can’t wait to see you soon. I can’t wait for all of the new memories we are going to make together. We love you daddy!

Love,

Casey.

After a few years of marriage, and trying… they finally did it. Both of them starting a new adventure with their little bundle of joy, the first adventure with the little Lahela. And, they were very excited for it.

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‘Dad, what is these letters?’ Louis asked in fascination, as he finished reading one of Casey’s letters after all these years.

A smile appeared on his face, remembering the memories from years ago. The day Casey starts to become obsessed over a piece of literature that changed their lives one way or another.

‘Mom loves to write letters, and these is all of hers. She writes it every time we are happy, sad, angry and everything in between. I never understood the purpose of it all, and your mother tends to get emotional over the littlest things and, she still managed to blow me away every time…’ He lets out a sigh, rereading the final letter in the pile. It was written a few days ago.

Dear Bryce,

We have been through it all, am I right? It has been 25 or maybe more years, since our first meeting and I can’t believe it has been that long. We have done an amazing job together, and I am very very proud of what we had achieved all these years. You have been an amazing dad to our little ones, who is not so little anymore. Our little Louis, is our astronomer now, I still remember the first time we were giving him a bath, he was a quiet baby but with a lot of determination and a gold heart, just like his father. Our little girls Kailani and Alexandra, has managed to follow in our footsteps, even though we warned them about the stress and pressure of med school along with warnings from our dear friends, and I can’t believe they did it. They were always so smart, and I can’t say how proud of I am of our little angels. Bryce, you have been my rock, my best friend, my lover, my partner and… I will always cherish you in my heart. You are the first person who never gave up on me, and… life with you, has been the best chapter in my life. You have made me a better person, you have seen me in my lowest and you didn’t left. You were there through thick and thin, and I love you for it. I will never forget the day where we said, the three words. The day where our life started to change every day. You have given me unconditional love and care, you have made my life the way it is today. My mom, always wondered how I came across someone like you before, and I would laugh; fate brought us together and Edenbrook was the start of it all.

Unfortunately, some stories would come to an end. And, the end of mine is coming very soon; take care of the kids, and tell them that mom is very proud of them. My love, you had made me the happiest and… even in the depths of the darkest roads, you will always be in thy heart. Forever, and always.

Yours,

Casey Lahela.

The end of the letter, the one line that started it all, as a small smiled appear on his face despite the tears falling down on his cheeks. Alexandra and Keilani made their way as they pulled Bryce into a deep hug, letting their sorrows take over breaking every façade that they had. Louis joins in too, as they stood there together, as a family. Her memories were playing in his mind, a recording of every sense from their little time together made it into the highlight as, the letters felt like a metaphor, a feeling somehow she is there with them, looking down with a huge smile. A smile of satisfaction, as a chance to finally let herself go.

‘I will always love you Casey. Forever and always.’ He whispered slowly, as their life story was flashed through his eyes which is the best moments of his life.

THE END.

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xxew-pineapplezxx · 4 years

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Random Surprises

So first i want to start off by saying that I’ve disappeared. You’d think with all this Corona shit going on I’d have time to actually be on here posted for you guys. FALSE! Even when i wanted too , everything that going on in the world got me feeling as if I don’t want to do SHIT for ANYBODY! But I’m back and I promise I’m going to try and post more. We need some brightness after all this trauma going on. I hope that everyone is safe and that they are enjoying themselves wherever the hell they are.

Yoongi

You laid looking at Yoongi as he slept with his back towards you. He had forgotten about what today was. You didn’t hold it against him though, considering he was a very busy man. You just hated how easy it was for him to forget that you guys had been together for so damn long.

You moved closer to him wrapping your arms around him and tucking your head into his back. “Happy anniversary…” You mumbled then kissed his back gently.

Yoongi shifted, stirring in his sleep. You didn’t want to wake him so you went to move, but he pulled you back turning himself so he was holding you now.

”What did you say?” He mumbled, voice deep and raspy filled with sleepiness. You shook your head wrapping your arm lazily around his waist.

“I didn’t say anything,” You kissed his chest and closed your eyes to sleep. Your sleep was short- lived when Yoongi popped up in bed making you look at him like he was crazy. ”Babe what the hell!” He said looking at you.

You gave him a stink eye as you set up. ”Why are you what the hell-ing me?” You asked sitting up.

“Why did you remind me about what today was?”

You made a face and looked at the time.” Well considering what time it is, I didn’t remind you what yesterday was.” You winked but Yoongi didn’t find that very funny. He sat at the edge of the bed collecting his things before standing and walking out of the room. You were quick to follow him.

“Where are you going at 4 in the morning, Yoongi?” He looked at you as he put his jacket on. You could tell he was still half asleep due to him literally standing there in boxers and a long sleeve coat.

“ I have to make it up to you.” he said then turned and walked out of the flat before you could even stop him. Not a minute later he was coming back into the apartment.” I forgot my keys.”

“And your pants cutie,” You smiled wide at him as he looked down at himself and mentally punched himself in the face. He quickly went and changed into some outside clothes and left without a word.

You went and sat on the couch and ended up falling asleep with the TV on as you waited for him to return. When you finally woke up it was to the smell of food being cooked. You looked at your phone and saw that it was 9 in the morning. You stood up and walked into the kitchen to see Yoongi standing there working hard making you an amazing meal.

“Babe?” You started looking around at everything and blocking out the mess he made.

“Hey your finally awake.” He gave you a cheesy smile. “ I was going to come and wake you when everything was done.

“Do you need help?” You wondered as you watched him. But he shook his head and grabbed you hand leading you to the table.

“You just sit here and wait until I’m done.” And that is exactly what you did. You just watched as the man you love so much made you a meal. You knew he had forgotten but you didn’t care. You also knew he loved you a boat load and would do everything in his willpower to make it up to you until the next anniversary.

Hoseok

You were jogging when you got an alert on your phone. You stopped and looked down at your watch to see a text from Hobi. You couldn’t help but smile just looking at his name. This boy always did a number on you every time he just breathed in your direction. You had no problem saying you were in love.

‘Hey, what are you doing today?’ The text read. You looked up at the sky trying to think of all the things you had planned today. Not too much, but enough to keep you from getting bored. You quickly sent back ‘Nothing’, then started back on jogging. You heard your phone go off again and this time ignored it knowing it was Hobi. You wanted to get home quickly and shower before he just showed up as he had in the past.

Once you got home you looked at your phone and read the message he sent. Of course, he wanted to come over and you gladly accepted, knowing if you said no he would show up anyways.

You ran to your bathroom and quickly washed all the stinky off of your body. You didn't want anything to go down and you already reek of sweat. Just as you got out the shower your front door opened. They walked in Hobi holding a box. You stopped in place looking at him with wide eyes.

”What's that?” You asked pointing to the box

”Why are you naked?”

”Hobs what's in the box?” You made a straight face as you crossed your arms.

He shook his head still looking at your body only wrapped in a small towel. ”Go get dressed first and then I will let you know.”

You groaned and stumped your way into the room. You quickly put on some clothes and walked out into the living room. Sitting down, you pointed at the box again.

”What the hell is in the box?”

He smirked at you.” A surprise!”

You three you head back groaning again. ”WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!”

”Why are you being dramatic?”

”You got with me because you loved my drama.” You said with a raised brow. ”Anyways what's the surprise?”

He picked up the box and placed it on the couch. ”Close your eyes, first.” You nodded and did as told. Just as you did you could hear the box open and then be placed on the floor. You felt something on your leg which made you shiver.

”Hoseok what the heck is that?” You said trying not to open your eyes or freak out. He laughed and grabbed your hand from reaching down.

”You know I love you right?” You nodded your head holding his hand. ”I was thinking we could move on together. You know, to start a family of our own. So, I got us something to do exactly that with. When I count to three, open your eyes, okay?”

You nodded, keeping your eyes closed right. You took in a deep breath trying to calm your nerves as Hobi started to count.

”One”

What could it be that he wanted to get you two to start your family. It could be anything really, but what the fuck kept touching your leg.

”Two…”

You took in another deep breath. You loved this man and would do anything for him. You would even die when it came to him. Starting a family with someone you loved so deeply only meant the world to you.

”Three,” You opened your eyes and looked down at the thing that kept touching your leg. You couldn't help but begin to smile as your eyes feasted on the puppy that sat before you. This is what he meant by starting a family. You thought he was going to ask you to marry him. You couldn't help but burst out laughing.

”You find this funny?” He raised a brow picking up the puppy.

”No! Never, ” you reached out and took the dog out of his hand bringing it to your chest. ”This is perfect. I just didn't expect you to bring me a puppy!” You kissed the top of its head and held it close. ”This is perfect babe, ”

Hoseok smiled and leaned close to you, pecking your lips.” Maybe we can do something to show you are, you know, satisfied with the gift I got you!” He leaned over to kiss you again but you jumped up.

”Let’s go puppy shopping! She-” You held the dog up and made a face, ”He is going to need a lot of things. Oh, my baby is going to look amazing!” You left the living room to get ready to leave.

”Our baby and Happy Valentine's Day to you too, ”He got up rolling his eyes. He didn't think it completely through as far as having to fight another male for your attention. Even if that other male was a literal dog.

#bts #love #smut #bts scenarios #bts reactions #btsgif #bangtan #bangtang boys #min yoongi #jung hoeseok #hobi sunshine #sunshine #bts love yourself #couple #couple goals #min suga #bts suga

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mythicamagic · 4 years

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Sesskag Valentines fic: Affection

This is for the SessKag Valentine Big Bang 2020!

Prompt: Kisses

Rated K+, fluffy as heck, 4,000 words and available to read on Ao3 and Dokuga.

Partner: @jorocolove (I’ll link your art here as soon as you post it bud) Edit, here it is!: https://jorocolove.tumblr.com/post/190867996816/this-is-for-the-sesskag-valentines-big-bang

@sesskag

Affection

For every action, there is a reaction. Or so he’d read in the miko’s textbook once while leaning surreptitiously over her shoulder.

The first action may have been him slaying a wild boar youkai that had been rampaging around the village. Or perhaps it had simply been his random inclination to visit Edo that morning.

But by far the action with the most devasting reaction and consequences came with an innocent peck on the cheek from a happy miko.

When Kagome’s lips had grazed his striped cheek in a quick kiss, one of several things had happened that Sesshoumaru was not proud of; the traitorous heart within his chest picking up speed, thundering loudly in his ears. His body shamefully stilling, indicative of its shock. The unfurling of bloodstained claws at his side, twitching with want.

And the inane, consuming thought that ‘this was it.’ This was what he’d been waiting for. A blessing, a sign that the months of one-sided, disgusting pining and various youkai signals of wishing to mate with the powerful, frustrating woman had paid off. Sesshoumaru’s pupils had dilated, limbs breaking free of their frozen surprise for him to whirl in her direction, fangs aching with the desire to claim-

Only to find that Kagome had flounced off to go help a villager fix his fence.

Well…that behaviour seemed unusual. But he’d surmised that she had a village to look after and responsibilities were not to be shirked. Yes, Kagome had merely given a sign that she’d address her acknowledgement of him later.

But that did not come to pass.

While lingering on in the village, watching its residents fix their chicken coops or clear away the debris from the boar’s rampage, the skies had darkened. Rin checked up on him every now and then, Sesshoumaru remaining in his reclined position against a tree. He could tell she was curious about his continued presence but the great lord Sesshoumaru did not explain himself.

Straightening, his ears pricked as Kagome jogged out of a hut, adjusting the strap of her backpack over one shoulder. Inuyasha finished up helping a farmer, and as easy as breathing the miko had done it again before Sesshoumaru’s very eyes; pecking Inuyasha on the cheek and saying goodbye, rushing off in the direction of the well.

Sesshoumaru stared, jaw ticking.

His reaction could be likened to jealousy, frustration and mild hurt but the proud lord would claim otherwise.

This did not stop him from glaring daggers at the whelp. He’d seen them break-up and get over their month long relationship, what on earth was the miko doing, handing out affection to one so undeserving? Were they an item again?

Inuyasha didn’t even notice him or get flustered, he just scratched his stomach and wandered into the older miko’s hut, loudly demanding food after a hard day’s work.

Sesshoumaru’s confusion did not end there, unfortunately. He watched when she hugged the Monk tight or took up a brush and glided it through the Demon’s Slayer’s hair. She’d pat villagers on the shoulder for a job well done, give gifts that were useful, chase and catch the kit, nuzzling her face against his, even hold hands with Rin as they walked back from herb collecting.

Sesshoumaru simply could not understand it. Kagome lavished those around her with care and affection. Sometimes she’d even change things up and hug a villager instead, marring her exquisite scent with their unpleasant sweat laced ones. She’d been extremely patient when the wolf Prince had visited, patting his fingers with a free hand while he held one of her soft palms captive.

The Daiyoukai sneered.

Such a loose display of touch would mean something else to youkai society, but…he’d clicked now. Kagome was not part of a youkai society, but a human one. And when observing other humans he noticed they did not touch each other as thoughtlessly as the miko did.

This left a conundrum. If the miko gave affection so freely it became difficult to distinguish between romantic interest or friendship on her part. She acted so ‘nice’ it felt next to impossible to know if someone among the rabble was special, a possible love.

He’d never get anywhere displaying for her in youkai ways to show his affection and interest. It hadn’t worked for months. No, another strategy was in order. He’d just have to follow her example.

—

Sunlight shone bright and radiant that day, bathing everything in a warm, wonderful glow. The humble village and rolling hills beyond Inuyasha’s Forest looked positively picturesque. Kagome sucked in a long breath of clear airs and scents from the Sengoku Jidai, exhaling with a pleased sigh. Maybe it was nostalgia talking but three years away from the place had really made her appreciate the little things about the era.

“Hey, Kagome!”

She smiled and waved, hurrying over to the children sitting near the border of the trees. “Hi, what are you two up to?”

Rin grinned, pointing to the tree stump which acted their own makeshift table. A scroll lay atop the surface. “Shippo is going to make some flowers using magic!”

Setting her bag down, Kagome rose a brow. “Really? That’s pretty cool. Care to show me as well, oh great fox youkai?” She returned the little girl’s infectious smile, taking a seat beside her.

Shippos chest puffed up with pride, hopping atop the scroll. “Of course. Witness my power! Fox petals!” He yelled, his tiny form jumping into the air with a flourish of his hand.

Some fox fire puffed out of his palm instead, soon whimpering into nothingness.

Kagome and Rin exchanged a glance before clapping uncertainly. “That’s uh…”

“No, that’s not it!” Shippo huffed, cheeks puffing up. Gritting his teeth and jumping again, he cried; “Fox petals!”

The same thing happened.

And again.

Finally, Kagome stood and lifted her hand placatingly. “Shippo, it’s okay. You just need practice to-”

“But I had it the other day!” He snapped, tail lowering while small shoulders fell, noting Kagome’s concern. “Sorry. Maybe if I saw a demonstration it would be easier to picture it but no one around here can teach me youki techniques.”

Kagome’s brows drew together, heart squeezing. She stepped closer and smoothed a hand through soft red locks, words of consolation on her tongue.

A ripple of heat danced along the back of her neck, that of stifling, rich youki. Kagome tensed, only to inhale and feel Sesshoumaru’s aura fill her lungs. Sharp energy crackled above their heads. Somewhere behind them, Rin gasped. “Pretty!”

Kagome and Shippo looked up, gaping at the silent explosion of red youki that fell like radiant confetti. The flecks of energy fell slowly, curling in the air as though replicating the fall of cherry blossoms brushed by a phantom wind, raining down around them.

Lifting a hand, Kagome twitched as a 'petal’ landed on her palm, giving the brief sensation of candle wax dripping on skin, fizzling away in the wake of her answering reiki.

“Lord Sesshoumaru! That was so beautiful!” Rin was cooing.

Turning, Kagome witnessed the girl race over to Sesshoumaru’s approaching figure. She collided against his leg, hugging his side.

Kagome bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning as deadly fingers unfurled to rest on her head.

Shippo scratched his cheek, hopping off the tree stump and following Rin a little awkwardly. He cleared his throat, “um…”

The Daiyoukai lifted snow kissed lashes to pin the full force of his golden stare upon the boy. Shippo wilted, taking a breath. “Y-you… could you um…could you teach me that technique, Lord Sesshoumaru?” He bowed his head, getting on hands and knees to touch his forehead to the floor in a bit of an over-exaggeration.

“Indeed,” the answer came easily, voice unruffled.

Straightening, Shippo blinked and slowly grinned, his joy palpable. This time Kagome couldn’t stop herself from outright grinning. The children gave happy shouts while running to each other and clasping hands. Spinning in a circle they chattered excitedly.

Kagome didn’t even notice Sesshoumaru until his voice caught her by surprise, sounding closer than anticipated. “Does this please you, miko?”

Raising her head, she gave a smile, finding that Sesshoumaru bathed in sunlight was truly a sight to behold. “Yes of course it does, thank you so much! Shippo’s been wanting a teacher for a little while now. There’s only so much to do around the village and I think he was getting bored.”

She was babbling, Kagome knew she had a penchant for it. Hopefully he didn’t mind. Blue eyes naturally sought out the children again and she watched them play with a warm, bubbly feeling.

“Hn, this one will start training him right away.”

She opened her mouth to answer- when the slight pressure of lips against her cheek halted her words and promptly threw them careening off a cliff. Kagome stiffened, body becoming a livewire. Her mouth became dry, heart stuttering in her chest.

The thin lips pressing against her cheek withdrew and Sesshoumaru straightened, smoothly pivoting on his heel and walking away. “Come, kit,” he threw over his shoulder.

Rin and Shippo were gawking at Kagome, having noticed. Shaking himself the kit hurried after Sesshoumaru’s retreating form, leaving the two stunned humans within the clearing.

—

The next incident, as Kagome would come to reflect on it, happened a few days later.

She’d been quite happily reaching over the side of the village well, (a usable one, not the Bone Eater’s monstrosity of old bones and dead earth) grasping the handle of the bucket while keeping hold of the rope.

She jumped when a striped wrist appeared in her eye line, helping her unhook the filled bucket and lift it away. Kagome set it down on the ground, straightening to see Sesshoumaru standing before her.

“H-hello Sesshoumaru,” she hated the squeak in her voice. Okay so perhaps that peck on the cheek had been an uncharacteristic move on his part but that was no reason to get weird with him. She remembered the burst of adrenaline that had made her rise on tiptoe and kiss his cheek a week or so ago. Maybe he thought that was how she said goodbye?

“Miko,” he inclined his head a touch stiffly before thrusting a hand out towards her. Kagome blinked and looked down at the parcel balanced perfectly in his palm.

She took it, tilting her head. “Do you want me to pass this on to Rin-”

“It is for you.”

“O-oh.”

She stared. He stared back. Belatedly, Kagome realised she was not dreaming and a demon lord was currently watching her a little impatiently. Kagome gave a nervous giggle and started unwrapping the white package, blinking when she uncovered sandals inside.

Gaping, she burst into a wide smile. “The strap of my sandal broke yesterday! This is- I mean thank you so much. It’s very thoughtful! I’m surprised you noticed.”

Sesshoumaru hummed, falling silent when she lifted her leg to check the size, only to notice they were a little too small against her foot.

“They are unusable,” he grit out stiffly.

“Ah, don’t worry!” Kagome dropped her leg, trying to assure him. Whatever had inspired his acts of kindness recently, she didn’t want to discourage him. “I can still use them.”

“No. They must be worthy of you,” turning on his heel, Sesshoumaru stalked away with heavy energy crackling around him, greatly displeased.

Once again he left the miko stunned, words caught in the usually talkative girl’s throat. What the heck is going on with him lately?

—

Letting out a happy sigh, Kagome stretched her arms above her towelled head, sitting on a log outside Kaede’s hut. She’d just experienced a wonderful dip in the nearby hot springs, managing to work out the stiff joints in her body. Honestly, she’d felt a little directionless and meandering after returning to the past without a villain to fight or shards to find, so helping the village improve with a little manual labour had been a good way to keep her mind off it. Maybe procrastinating wasn’t ideal in the long run but it helped. A secret desire to leave the village kept cropping up, but that would mean leaving her friends behind. Kagome wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

Letting out another sigh, one not so happy, she removed the towel from her hair. Damp locks hung down in disarray while Kagome made to pick up her brush-

Which wasn’t where she’d left it.

A soft pressure met the back of her head. Her muscles tensed all over again, youki curling around her like a summer breeze. Kagome felt the glide of her brush touch her neck. She hardly dared to turn around but glanced over her shoulder, mouth falling open. “Se-sesshoumaru?!”

The Demon Lord knelt behind her, grasping her head and turning it to face forward. “Hold still.”

“But you’re- why are you brushing my hair?!”

He continued, the bristles dragging through the damp ebony locks. “The Slayer grooms you often. Is there something wrong with this Sesshoumaru doing it?”

Kagome pressed a hand to her curiously red, burning cheek. “Not…wrong, per se but…you don’t usually.”

“Perhaps this one is seeking to rectify that.”

She swallowed and thought for a moment, about to ask a question when the brush snagged on her hair. “Ow.”

Sesshoumaru glided his claws through dark strands, untangling them. He continued in his careful ministrations, lulling the miko. Once the initial weirdness wore off it began to feel a little nice. Pleasant even.

The brush being set down broke Kagome out of her haze, along with silks rustling. She shifted to see Sesshoumaru walking away.

Standing, words collected on her tongue. “Sesshoumaru,” she called.

He halted, taking her by surprise. Kagome bit her lip and wrestled with what to say. Out of the thousands of questions that bubbled to the surface, nothing slipped out but a measly: “Won’t you tell me why…?”

Why are you doing this? Why are you getting close to me and doing things for me? Why…for me?

Silver hair picked up from a stray breeze, flowing around him as white and red patterned sleeves ruffled, teased by the wind. Despite the almost ethereal presence he possessed, the demon merely looked at her with a raised brow. An ordinary expression for a cripplingly ordinary answer: “Why not?”

Blue eyes widened and Kagome’s breath hitched. The cool breeze attacked her more fiercely in the wake of those quiet words and the miko hugged her arms, watching the pale demon leave.

—

Dead on her feet, Kagome panted, staring down at the fallen bear youkai. A few arrows were embedded in its hide, however, the hit that had taken it out had been a blast of reiki directly from her palm into its chest. She’d been sloppy, the bear shouldn’t have been able to get so close. At least her powers hadn’t faltered.

“Great job, Kagome.”

“So cool!”

“Yes well done, Lady Kagome.”

“Feh!”

Giggling weakly she glanced at her friends that lingered in the clearing, having followed the fight that had broken out on the border of the village into Inuyasha’s Forest. “Thanks, guys. It really wasn’t a big deal though, I can take these types of demons down no problem.”

Sango and Miroku smiled with pride, ready to head back to the village and relinquish Kaede of her sudden babysitting duties. Inuyasha huffed, Shippo grinning on his shoulder as they too were about to return and continue on like any other day, before a hand met her shoulder from behind.

Starting, Kagome turned- only to feel herself be pulled against a warm chest, arms encircling her.

“ACH-” Inuyasha made a strangled noise, ripping Tetsusaiga out of its sheath. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’!? LET GO OF HER, YA BASTARD!”

Kagome’s cheeks bloomed red, her cheek pressed against sublime silks. Subtly inhaling the scent of magnolia and a masculine, heady sort of spice, Kagome pushed past her shock and mild mortification to focus on the heart beating beneath her ear.

It drummed strong and quick.

Is he nervous? That didn’t sound right for the Killing Perfection. Nonetheless…

Her hands came up to touch his back, grateful for his lack of armour. “I-it’s okay, Inuyasha!” She muffled out, “Sesshoumaru is just giving me a quick f-friend hug. You know, as a job well done!”

“No friend hug lasts that long!” He bellowed somewhere behind her.

“Yes it is not a friend hug,” a silky voice uttered directly into Kagome’s ear, eliciting a shiver.

Mercifully or unmercifully, Sesshoumaru released her. Straightening, he met Kagome’s perplexed gaze as though waiting for something.

“W-well…” she squeaked, clearing her throat. “Even if you don’t consider me a friend, I consider you mine. So uh- thanks!” She chirped. “You give good hugs?”

His brows pulled down, eyes narrowing with what seemed to be frustration. Turning on his heel the Daiyoukai walked away once more.

Inuyasha cursed up a storm, following after his brother with loud demands to fight. Miroku and Sango lingered, muttering amongst themselves while Shippo dropped down from Inuyasha’s shoulder to climb up Kagome’s.

“Are you alright, Kagome?” The couple approached her with concern as if she’d just been through a traumatising ordeal.

Waving a dismissive hand, Kagome forced a smile. She felt like she’d just hurt his feelings though wasn’t sure why. “I’m fine, really. Sesshoumaru is just branching out with how he shows affection. It’s not that weird, right? I bet he does it to you…”

Sango and Miroku were firmly shaking their heads. Kagome looked at Shippo weakly, who also shook his head. “I haven’t seen him even give Rin a hug. Just head pats.”

“I thought he was going to impale his hand through your back,” Sango breathed a sigh of relief. “What other things has he done, Kagome?”

“There’s the gift giving-”

“He gives you gifts?”

Kagome bit her lip, glancing away. “Yeah. He’s brought me sandals- they were the wrong size so he brought me another pair and left them outside the hut. But also kimonos, yukatas, scrolls on different types of herbs and remedies, hair ornaments, a comb I’m pretty sure was made from demon bone, uh…oh and a bowl.”

They stared at her like she’d grown a second head.

“A…bowl?” Miroku asked weakly.

“Mhm, I shattered one the other day. Then a few hours later he just set one down in front of me and walked away again. I wanted to run after him but the tea was boiling. He’s kissed me on the cheek and also on the forehead just the other day when I was collecting herbs.”

Shippo sighed and patted her ear so that she’d turn her head to look at him- before grabbing both of her cheeks. “Kagome, are you blind?” He huffed, squishing them. “I thought you’d get it once he stopped performing youkai mating rites and started doing human things. He wants to take you as his mate. Real bad.”

Kagome stared, taking hold of the scruff of his happi coat to tug him away. “You’re going to have to run that by me again,” blue eyes narrowed. “And maybe explain why you didn’t share this helpful information with me sooner.”

—

Beyond frustrated, Sesshoumaru approached the crest of the hill that overlooked Kagome’s village. Apparently the humans called it Kaede’s village, but he did not see it as such. Yes…the woman who so damaged his pride with every rejection deserved a little respect. She had guts, he’d give her that.

Still, he could not continue in the same vein. His teeth ached, gut churning with the heavy waters of longing. No matter how much he covered her in his scent, she washed it off. No matter what he did it elicited no change.

It had been foolish to try in the first place. They were ill matched. Perhaps he should content himself with being Kagome’s 'friend’ and nothing more.

“You could have just said something out loud, you know.”

Sesshoumaru stilled, wondering where she’d come from. He scented the air and turned to see Kagome stepping out of the bushes, approaching from downwind.

Slit pupils dilated. Clever miko.

No. He could never see this woman as a friend. His instincts clamoured and demanded to see her as something else entirely. He realised then that the howling want for her might never go away, even if he could persuade it to sleep within his chest.

“Always doing stuff with actions but never words, huh?” Kagome stopped before him, hands coming to rest on her hips, causing his heart to thud rapidly. Claws twitched at his sides. She let out a sigh, shoulders falling. “I should have realised what you were doing. There’s actually this thing called Love Language,” she murmured. “There’s Acts of Service, which would be teaching Shippo. It means a lot to me…and I guess you know that.”

Sesshoumaru stared, unblinking, not moving an inch.

“There’s also Receiving Gifts and Physical Touch, which are self-explanatory,” she laughed a little nervously, cheeks turning red and making the strange, cosy thing in his chest flip flop.

“But…” Kagome raised her head. “There’s also Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.”

The Demon Lord took a step closer, until they were nearly touching. Slowly, the mask he usually presented to the world melted away a touch, brightening the gold of his eyes and curving his lips. “And what do those entail?” The tone of his voice dipped into a quiet, honeyed one.

Kagome’s hand curled in his trailing sleeve and if he focused, Sesshoumaru could hear her heart thundering. “For one thing you need to stop walking away all the time, mister,” she teased. “It means one on one time and uninterrupted conversation.”

“One on one time,” he repeated with a silky edge to his voice.

Fixing some dark hair behind her ear, Kagome nodded, making the locks fall loose again. “I didn’t realise what you were doing, because for me…I need Words of Affirmation the most.”

Inclining his head, Sesshoumaru’s fingers flexed wide, curling some dark strands around his fingers to return them behind her ear.

Kagome gently touched his wrist, freezing him in place. “Thing is, you’re not like that. You don’t talk about what you’re feeling and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. In that way we might be incompatible-” his gut clenched and Sesshoumaru made to pull his hand back but Kagome wrapped her fingers around his wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. His lips parted, nerve endings flaring alive as she looked at him firmly. “I need someone who can clearly say that they want me. Because…” the passion in her gaze died. “I promised myself I’d never assume anything again. No dancing around the subject. No 'does he like me?’ or 'am I the only one feeling this?’ I’ve done that before and I didn’t like it,” she mumbled, eyes downcast.

A quiet but clear admission escaped into the space between them. “I want you.”

Kagome blinked, looking at him. Slowly, her tempting mouth tugged up at the corners, until the miko smiled so wide and brightly Sesshoumaru wondered why he hadn’t chosen this method in the first place.

Her hand gentled on his wrist, shaking a little as she released him and instead touched his chest. “Huh,” she murmured. “You said that easier than I thought you might.”

He nodded in agreement. “It was easier to say than anticipated.”

Giggling, Kagome leaned into his warmth, while the demon’s hands came up to rest on her hips. She didn’t pull away, making him inwardly purr, leaning so that his breath danced over her lips. “I have something for you,” she murmured. “In my backpack. I kind of forgot it because I was in such a hurry to catch you but it’s a book on Newton’s Laws of Motion. I saw you sneaking peeks at my old textbooks, nerd.”

Sesshoumaru quietly huffed, molten gaze warming slightly.

She grew thoughtful. “Shippo told me you were displaying demon mating rites. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up on them…or you apparently replicating how I acted.”

“Hn.”

Kagome blushed. “In my defence, you were replicating how I act with my friends.”

Sesshoumaru slow blinked, palms creating a gentle pressure on her hips to press her closer against him. “And in this one’s defence, I do not know how you act with someone romantically.”

“It’s pretty easy, I’ll show you,” standing on tiptoe, she used his shoulder as leverage, pressing soft lips to his. Sesshoumaru inhaled sharply, marvelling at the feel of her smiling against his mouth. Deepening the kiss, the demon lord buried long fingers in her exquisitely soft hair. A pleased, rumbling growl escaped his chest, sounding almost like a purr.

For Kagome’s action, he’d respond in kind with plenty of deserving reactions.

#sesskag #sesshoumaru x kagome #sesskag valentine's big bang #Kagome higurashi #Sesshoumaru

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srsly-messed-up-fruitloop · 4 years

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Tug of War (Ch 5)

ch 1 - prev

Word Count: 1,574

“Hey Tuck, you busy tomorrow?” Danny asked as the trio walked through the halls after school.

“Um, yea, I’ve got plans,” Tucker replied reluctantly.

His friends both turned to him in surprise.

“No way, you actually landed a date on Valentine’s Day?” Sam exclaimed incredulously.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

“Wait n—of course I have a date!”

“Who is it?” Danny and Sam simultaneously demanded.

Tucker began to nervously play with his beret. “Heh heh, um...you don’t know them.”

Danny seemed to easily accept his response. “Oh, okay then. Have fun Tuck.”

However, Sam was scrutinizing him. He definitely was hiding something. “Tucker, you know you could tell us anything, right?”

“What? Sam, I do!”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m not hiding anything!”

Sam didn’t reply. Instead, her gaze bore right into Tucker. Within a few seconds, his resolve crumbled away.

“Alright, fine! But you guys gotta promise to not tell anyone this, okay?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at Sam. Honestly, he’ll never get how she does it.

Meanwhile Sam smirked. “We promise. What’s going on?”

“Okay, so you know how I’m trying to get into cybersecurity after college?”

His friends nodded, having a slight idea what it was after hearing him talk about it so much.

“Well, I’m working with this group, and...errr...we’re trying to...help? Some companies?”

“What do you mean by help?” Danny questioned.

Sam added on, “And which companies are you ‘helping’?”

“Just, um...companies like Chase and Capital One. We’re just...I guess you could say we’re testing their security?” Tucker hesitantly answered.

“Aren’t those credit card companies?” asked Sam suspiciously.

“That’s so cool man. I don’t get why you had to hide it from us though,” Danny told him right as he opened his locker.

Sam knew there was more to it, but dropped it when all three of them spotted an expensive camera simply hanging by the strap off one of the locker hooks.

“No way, is a Nikon D80?” Tucker exclaimed gleefully before carefully grabbing the camera to admire it.

Meanwhile, Danny was confused. Wes hardly keeps anything in their locker.

“Hold up. Tucker, turn it on,” Sam said.

He eagerly pressed the power button. “Dude, you didn’t have to ask me first.”

Danny pushed aside a nagging feeling when he saw the menu appear on the screen.

“Whoa, there’s over a thousand photos in here!” Tucker blurted out. “And...they’re all of you, Danny.”

Sam scoffed, “This must be what the creep uses to take those pictures he sells.”

As the trio flipped through the undoubtedly high quality pictures, Danny was suddenly struck by a genius idea. His friends grinned mischievously after he shared what he had in mind.

Wes was exhausted. The last game of the season was coming up and Ms. Tetslaff was really pushing them to their limits.

He lumbered to his locker, already feeling an ache from the intense practice he just had. Opening his locker, he gasped when he saw his camera hanging in plain sight. Crap!

He quickly retrieved the protective pouch from his backpack and delicately placed the camera inside. How could he be so careless? Practice must be really getting to him. He’s so damn lucky that Fenton didn’t take it.

He’s actually not that lucky at all.

Later that night as he was going to back up his recent pictures, his stomach dropped when he discovered they were all gone. Instead, there was one new video.

Wes hesitantly double-clicked to open the video on his computer.

“Hey everybody! Danny Phantom here,” Danny greeted in the video as he was floating against the backdrop of Casper High’s distinguishable brick wall. Listening real closely, you could hear two other people sniggering in the background. “I’m here to finally come clean about the truth.”

Wes’ heartbeat picked up. Was he finally going to...?

Danny continued in the video, “If you go to Casper High, I’m sure you all have heard about the rumours. How Danny Fenton is actually me in disguise. That’s...that’s actually not that far from the truth; my true identity is none other than a Casper High student. I’m tired of hiding it. People of Amity Park, I am actually Wes Weston.” The video abruptly cut out.

When Wes’ dad heard a loud crash from his son’s room and came up to check on him, the boy could only growl in response.

To say that Wes was pissed the next day was an understatement. It turns out, that video was also posted online. All of his hard work over the years, just gone, right down the toilet.

People wouldn’t stop interrupting him in the halls, bugging him to turn invisible or shoot an ectoblast. No matter how much he tried to debunk that video, they continued to wholeheartedly believe that he’s Phantom.

In history class, Paulina slapped him for charging her for pictures of “himself”. After that, he honestly didn’t want to find out how much worse Dash’s reaction would be. He should probably ditch class until this whole thing blew over.

As he pried open his locker to get his stuff, he glowered at the sight of Fenton’s first aid kit. Last week, when he showed off the expensive kit as evidence, no one even batted an eye. Are the kids at this school that stupid, that they’d believe a single video of Phantom speaking than years of proof?

He was about to leave until he noticed a pamphlet sticking out of Fenton’s bag.

Instantly recognizing the logo on it, his frustration melted away and he couldn’t keep himself from chuckling as he flipped through its pages.

As he made his way to exit the school, he spotted Fenton walking by himself in the halls. He smirked to himself. Maybe he’ll be able to rile him up enough this time to expose him and get everyone to forget that video. That’ll be the perfect payback.

“NASA? You want to work for them?”

Danny jolted out of his thoughts at the sound of Wes’ voice. Surprisingly, he didn’t sound mad at all. Regarding him suspiciously, Danny replied, “Um...yeah?”

“Wow. I should’ve pegged you as the type to enjoy fabricating hoaxes for a living. We know you already love doing that in your everyday life.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh Fenton, you know exactly what I’m talking about—NASA, the corporation whose whole aim is generating lies about outer space to deceive the public?”

“Right, I forgot you were a total conspiracy nut. Listen, I don’t have time for this, I—”

“I’m betting you’re more than eager to join in on the next fake moon landing. You’d just love the extra attention, wouldn’t you?”

“We—”

“Even if it’s for your measly human disguise. But why go through all this work when you could just possess the next ‘astronaut’?”

“Dude, that is so wrong!”

“Really? I wouldn’t put it past you.”

A moment of silence passed, while Danny’s defiant look faltered.

“Honestly, screw you Wes,” he muttered before walking off.

Wes could only stare after the now despondent boy, wondering what the heck was wrong with him. It wasn’t like him to just leave, this was supposed to rile him up even more!

Dammit.

Weeks later, the buzz around the whole “Wes being Phantom” thing finally died down. Eventually, the inevitable situation came where Phantom and Wes were spotted both being in the same place at the same time. Some people still had their doubts, considering Phantom’s duplication ability was well-known by now. But for the most part, Wes’ life eventually turned back to normal.

He sighed in relief as the buzzer rang, signaling the end of the final game for Casper’s basketball team. The Elmerton Owls beat them brutally with a score of 78-36. Ms. Tetslaff was shaking her head in anguish.

He actually wasn’t bothered at all. After all, it was a losing game from the start. Anderson, the best player of the team, broke his leg last weekend in a skiing accident. Wes was just happy that the embarrassing game was over.

As he fist bumped his team members after finishing up in the change room, he left for his locker. Since the game occurred after school, the halls were completely empty.

When he turned the corner, what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.

There, sitting and leaning back beside his locker was none other than Danny Phantom, covered in glowing green ectoplasm and clutching a large gash in his stomach as it threatened to spill more onto the floor.

Wes could only stand there frozen, taking in Danny’s unmoving form as the pool of ectoplasm inched closer to his white sneakers.

Suddenly, Danny registered that someone was watching him. Sam? Tucker? Didn’t they already head home? He weakly raised his head to see who it was, only to grimace when he recognized the red-haired creep.

“What do you want Wes?” he barely managed to croak out.

Never in Wes’ life had he imagined seeing him in this position. The worse he thought was watching Phantom’s bravado crumble when the world discovered who he truly was. But this...all of it was already gone in this moment. And as the ectoplasm stained his shoes, he began to question himself.

Wes gulped. He didn’t consider himself to be a caring person. But as Danny sat there, bleeding out before him, he couldn’t…

After sending him one last look, Wes opened their locker, grabbed the first aid kit at the bottom, and got to work.

~end~

#I DID IT #MY FIRST MULTI-CHAPTERED FIC #EVER #COMPLETED #AT 10.5K WORDS #:)))))#fic #tug of war #grooveactuallywrites #wes #blood tw #injury tw #the trio #the STDs

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eddisfargo · 4 years

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CoMC Chapter 108

CHAPTER 108

The Judge

24 minutes

Whoa! The reckoning is at hand for Locusta!

First, we get Noirtier glaring bloody murder at the murderess and then at her so-far inactive husband. Villefort promises he’ll do it--just one more day. Locusta and her son (do we even know her actual name, btw?) are playing a disgustingly adorable little fetch game with kisses, but they’re both horrible people so whatever.

Villefort pulls an all-nighter on the Benedetto case. He takes a little nap and wakes up.

So he wakes up like TODAY’S THE DAY. Wifey dearest is all “I sent you some hot chocolate honey, because you’re so sweet ;) <3 <3” and he’s all “this is probably poisoned.” But then he chugs it anyway because que sera sera at this point. Turns out it was not poisoned.

Then she’s all “OK I’m ready to come with you to your big trial baby!! I wanna see it! Should I bring our son??” and he’s all “no look we need to talk.” He tries to get Edward out of the room--Edward’s innocently destroying the things his mother is reading--and Edward’s like “umm but mommy didn’t say, so I don’t gotta.” So Villefort YELLS at him and he goes “OK OK I’M GOING GEEZ”

Now, I don’t usually use direct quotes because that’s tricky with an audiobook, and even when I happen upon them while I relisten at 2x speed to write these sometimes, I tend not to use them because I don’t want to set a precedent, hahaha. But this one has stuck in my mind since this morning when I heard it (like 12 hours ago), and would have even if he hadn’t repeated it 2 or 3 times. He asks his wife, “Where do you keep the poison you generally use?” Which is just so BRUTALLY casual. And she’s like “w-w-w-whaaaat??” And he’s like “you know, the poison you killed my entire family with. That poison.”

So it’s out there. He recaps everyone she’s poisoned so far, she doesn’t deny it. She asks if she’s speaking to her husband or to the judge, and he’s like “TO THE JUDGE” (hence chapter title).

So he gives her a choice. Find the poison she “generally uses,” and dead herself up before he gets home from court today. If not, she’ll swing on the scaffold. . He’d rather the poison so as not to bring dishonor on his house. Because obviously if yet another person gets poisoned in this household where 4 people have already died, everyone will just be like “tralala that’s fine.”

And she’s actually expecting him to let her live!! After killing his beloved, innocent daughter and several other people! Just like she was expecting to somehow get away with this ridiculously unsubtle crime. It’s a shame she won’t live long enough to find two brain cells to rub together.

(Probably got that idea from that post someone did with a table of people’s brain cell count vs perceived brain cell count in this book. Will definitely share that when I finish. I want to say I saw it on @edettethegreat‘s? But I try to avoid your blog until I’m done, haha. Especially since I went to one of your friends’ blogs and saw something about MC’s big reveal to Morrel before I actually got there. I didn’t read it! Just saw that there was a scene where he revealed his identity, which I pretty much knew there had to be. Luckily stopped before I saw more).

So, got to admit I’m a little disappointed in Villefort’s actions here. Team Avenger was promised a REALLY HORRIBLE reckoning, the likes of which would MAKE YOUR HAIR CURL or something (he definitely never said that, but it was implied to be just appalling). And it turns out it’s… suicide or face legal punishment for your crimes? I mean yeah, that’s pretty much the default options, barring “get away with it.”

Aaaanyway, prediction time I guess. What will be Locusta Villainfort’s choice? If her husband finds her alive when he returns home, she swings. Clearly poison’s the better choice, right? Uh-oh, he left a loophole. If he doesn’t find her home at all, she probably thinks she can survive this. She’s probably wrong, but w/ever. Ooooh, maybe she’ll go to THE GUY WHO GAVE HER THE POISON. That’d be interesting!! And what would he say? “Whaaaat? I gave you MEDICINE for your FAINTING SPELLS! I was NEVER expecting you to POISON people with it!”?

Also, further predictions: Valentine’s got to wake up soon, right? Cuz like. She can’t just live with no heartbeat or breath or food in that vault for long, I presume. Pretty sure Juliet woke up like, the next day. I’m guessing she doesn’t… decompose, since she’s NOT DEAD, I’m still pretty solid on that. And I know the potion is basically handwavy magic-style science, so who knows what its properties are, but here’s what’s bothering me. It’s pretty assured that Morrel is supposed to be miserable for another solid month (to the hour) after his suicide attempt, which obviously means no Valentine. She presumably is going to walk in right as he starts to shoot himself or whatever the heck. I’m… not currently able to make the timing work out. Does he revive her (has he already) and then just… hide her for a month, for some reason? Is she off in Hayding? (get it? Hiding with Haydee? Did that work? Probably not. They are legit pronounced the same though, according to my audiobook)

Guess we’ll see!

#Eddis Reads Monte Cristo #count of monte cristo #spoilers #unspectacular round for predictions haha #also I just realized something sad that I'll add to the relevant chapter

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lady-divine-writes · 5 years

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Moral Arguments

Summary:

Crowley doesn't exactly take assignments anymore, but sometimes he does things for fun - like answering the call of a broken-hearted woman summoning a demon on St. Valentine's Day. But what Crowley thinks is going to be a simple hex-and-go turns into more emotionally charged than he bargained for.

Notes:

Inspired in part by this post.

(AO3)

“Creatures of the Underworld …”

“Yup. That’s me.”

“… on Earth and below …”

“Gotcha.”

“… I summon thee!”

Crowley throws up his hands in frustration. Ten more minutes of this, and he’s going to start pulling his hair out.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m summoned! I’m summoned! Let’s get a move on, will ya? I’m late for a date!”

“Demons of vengeance! Hear my plea! Do my bidding!”

“Let’s have at it then, girlie!”

“Lords of the Dark!”

“Oh, bollocks! Here we go again!”

“I, Samantha Westin of West Berkshire, call you to my aid!”

“Ugh!”

Crowley, hidden between a dresser and a closet, in a shadow created by several taper candles throwing light, slides down the bedroom wall and sits. He’d been summoned here, but not really. Only very specific spells can truly summon him. It’s not a simple matter of yelling out, “Oi! Demon! Get your bum over here! I need you to do something for me!”

If that were the case, he’d never get a moment’s peace.

But this was different – an amateur incantation but on a day of the year when demons get the greatest (and easiest) opportunity to make mischief – and Crowley appreciates easy; when people from all walks of life will call for a demon like they’re ordering take away and invite them into their homes with little to no thought of the consequences.

St. Valentine’s Day.

Crowley doesn’t do much in the way of official assignments for the big bosses anymore, but old habits die hard, and this one’s too tempting to resist. He’s running late for dinner with his angel, but this was going to be fun. He could risk being a few minutes late.

That’s what he’d originally thought.

He’s closing in on over half-an-hour.

Samantha leans over a book on the floor in front of her. She reads a bit, then jumps nervously. She grabs a container of salt by her knee and spills it out in a circle around her.

A protective ring –a boundary between her and any potential evil.

“Aw!” Crowley coos sarcastically to himself. “She fancies herself a white witch! How adorable!”

He has to give her some credit. Whatever book she bought, it’s from someone who knows an inkling of their stuff. Salt is effective against evil creatures, but only minor ones, like the insects of the demon world. Still, considering no one would want their house invaded by a horde of demonic termites or zombie ants, it’s nothing to sneeze at.

“Find a photograph of the offending and fix your eyes upon it.”

“Okay, okay.” Crowley sits up, wondering if he should miracle himself up a bag of crisps. “Finally! Things are gettin’ good.”

“Tear up the photograph,” she reads, “and proclaim his sins into the dark.” She takes a deep breath, then lets it out. “Okay. Here goes.”

She begins to tear the picture in half, then fourths, and Crowley rubs his hands excitedly together.

“So let’s see. What did this crank handle do, huh, Sammy? Stepped out with another bird, I’ll wager.”

Samantha carefully places the torn pieces of the photograph into a small wooden bowl, part of her arsenal of witchcraft paraphernalia, and sighs. “He left me for my twin sister.”

“Ding, ding, ding! Winner, winner, chicken dinner!” Crowley licks his finger and marks a single, sparking tally into the air. “Well, you should take that as a compliment, love, really. He left for someone who looks exactly like you.”

“He stole my car …”

“Oh, we’re not done.”

“… broke into my house …” She takes a long breath, shuddered by the onset of tears. “He killed my dog …”

The grin that had been spreading on Crowley’s face falls into an immediate frown. “For Satan’s sake! This prick should be working for us.”

The woman stops, bites her lower lip as the tears gathering around her heart begin to fall.

“He hit me. Not just once. Not just twice. And he … he …” Her voice fails her, but she mouths the words, and Crowley rises to his knees, subconsciously gearing up for a fight. This is a new instinct for him, being protective of anyone, specially a mortal. He’s known right and wrong from day one. He’s felt anger over the injustices he’s witnessed, even remorse over the ones he’s helped cause. But, for the most part, he’s been fine sitting on the sidelines, inconveniencing people when he could for the greater good.

It’s a grey area – thwarting a crime. In the end, someone gets hurt or killed. When you’re in the business of harvesting souls, the who doesn’t necessarily matter.

Crowley simply finds a way to harvest a bit more selectively than other demons.

“Holy fuck!” he groans, tossing his head back and staring up at the ceiling. “Why? Why me? This was supposed to be a simple little fun hex-and-go. What am I supposed to do now?”

The real question, he discovers with very little wracking of his brain, is what would Aziraphale do?

“Sprinkle rose water on the pieces of the photograph and set them on fire.”

A conflicted Crowley watches the young lady search for her flask of rose water. He’d seen it beside her a moment ago – a simple vessel of water with roses floating in it that she probably prepared herself. She suddenly seems to remember where she put it because she spins around quickly with an anxious look on her face, mumbling, “No, no, no! Crap!” before she finds it tipped over onto its side. “Dammit!” She examines the empty flask, wet rose petals plastered to the sides, the water that had been inside soaking into her rug. She shakes her head and sets the flask down. “Of course! Of course! Just my luck! Now what am I going to do?” She gets on her hands and knees and goes searching for something to replace the water with. She finds another bottle within reach of her salt circle and grabs it. She reads the label, then gives it a sniff. She consults her book, and shrugs.

“Smells like roses. This should do.”

Crowley squints from the darkness to catch a glimpse of the label. This bottle isn’t rose water. It’s perfume. Not expensive perfume. The kind one buys at a corner market along with their milk and eggs on the way home. Perfume of that caliber is usually teeming with alcohol.

Flammable alcohol.

He watches as she gives the bowl a few spritzes, a subtle floral aroma filling the air. Then she goes for broke, untwists the top, and empties the contents into the bowl. The scent of roses smacks him in the face like a freight train along with an undercurrent of sharp and chemical. She grabs a book of matches, tearing four from the inseam, and strikes them.

“Jesus Christmas! She’s going to light herself on fire!” Flashbacks fill his brain of a heat seared inside his memory like a wound that refuses, even with time and treatment, to heal. Crowley leaps to his feet and materializes from the shadows, rushing at her, waving his hands to get her attention. “Stop! Stop! For Satan’s sake, stop!”

Samantha’s head snaps up. She drops her matchbook and scuttles backward, stopping when her hands hit the salt. With a snap of his fingers, Crowley extinguishes the flame before it has a chance to ignite the bowl.

“What the ---? What the fuck?” Samantha screams. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m a demon!” Crowley pats his chest dramatically as if she might mistake something else for the demon and him for a coat rack. “You know, the one you’ve been summoning?”

“I---I don’t believe in demons!” she yells and for a moment, all of Crowley’s worries about this woman setting herself, her house, and her neighbors ablaze dies with the absurdity of that remark.

“I … huh … what!? If you don’t believe in demons, why the bloody heck are you trying to summon one then? That’s literally the stupidest … you don’t dabble in magicks, young lady! That’s even worse than knowing what you’re doing!”

“It ---it wasn’t supposed to be serious! It was a coping mechanism!”

“Don’t talk to me about coping mechanisms! My entire existence is about coping mechanisms! Don’t do that!” Crowley snaps, catching her with his magic before she can jump to her feet and dive onto her bed for her cell phone. The bed is halfway across the room. Making a break for it would have taken her out of her circle. “Don’t break the ring of salt! Even terrible spells need to be ended correctly!”

“What happens if they aren’t?” she asks, relaxing when he releases his hold over her.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I want to know! I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know!”

“Cheeky little …” he mutters, fishing his phone out of his pocket, realizing how much this young lady and his angel would get along. “Let’s just say if you don’t want to know what it feels like to have your brains liquefied inside your skull and then drunk by demon maggots, you’ll end this spell. Meanwhile, I’m gonna call in some reinforcements.”

“Reinforcements?” Samantha swallows hard. “L---like … more demons?”

“Luckily for you, no. I run with a different crowd.”

“How do I end the spell?”

“Jump to the bottom of the page,” he says, phone to his ear. “It’ll tell you---Aziraphale?”

This isn’t the way Crowley saw this going. Back in the old days, he’d hex the guy and be done with it – make him go bald with his head hair growing out his nose, give him a festering boil on his face that would never heal, make him severely and flatulently allergic to his favorite foods. Only thing was, unbeknownst to the young lady who summoned him, she would be damned, too. That wasn’t even a demonic rule. That one came from the good book itself. It was the kind of two-for-one demons delighted in.

One that came with a divine loophole.

But not anymore.

For some bizarre reason, he’s taking this personally.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale’s voice barks over the line. “What the heaven has happened to you? You’re nearly an hour late!”

“I know, angel, I know. I got caught up with work.”

“You’re working? Tonight!?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll explain when I get there.” Crowley glances down at Samantha, reading through the spell, sniffling as the words take her back to why she was doing what she was doing a moment before. “I’ll be bringing work home with me. I need a little help.”

***

“There, there, dear,” Aziraphale says, handing Samantha a cup of tea. “Let’s talk this out, hmm? Tell us everything, and then we can come up with a solution.”

It took Aziraphale close to an hour over the phone to convince Samantha to get into Crowley’s Bentley and accompany him to his bookshop. When he did, he made Crowley swear he’d obey the posted speed limits.

When they arrived in under fifteen minutes, Aziraphale knew he hadn’t.

Remarkable seeing as they stopped along the way to pick up a friend.

“The solution is we should call the police!” Anathema says, bringing over a plate of cookies.

“I … I tried.” Samantha takes the plate with a small but grateful smile. “Everything he’s done, even with the evidence I have against him, and it’s still a his word against mine sort of situation. It’s almost like the police don’t want to listen. Like they think it’s not worth their time.”

“Sounds about right,” Anathema reluctantly admits, dropping onto a nearby sofa and accepting a glass of whiskey from an angrily hissing Crowley as he paces the floor.

Aziraphale watches on with sympathetic eyes. He’d asked Crowley in private why? Why did this mean so much to him? With everything he’d done in the past, why did this one woman’s plight trigger such a strong response? Crowley had confessed that he didn’t know, but mumbled something about those abusing the vulnerable beginning to get under his skin.

“So, what do you suggest, angel?” Crowley asks, peeking up when he feels his husband’s eyes on him. “What does it say in the rule book about dealing with a situation like this when the supposed good guys sit around with their thumbs up their arses?”

“Normally, I would recommend gentle persuasion, and if that doesn’t work, then a little forceful persuasion,” Aziraphale says. “But as I don’t feel the man in question would be receptive to that, and the authorities aren’t in the mood to help, maybe we should skip the usual steps and jump to the end.”

“And what’s the end?” Samantha looks nervously from Aziraphale to Anathema, then to Crowley staring at the man in white with a disbelief that erases the color from his face. All three have gone quiet, but they’ve seem to come to the same conclusion, and it stuns at least two of them.

Samantha is obviously missing something big.

“Well, you did summon a demon, my dear,” Aziraphale says kindly, but with a grave nod to his husband. “I’d say it’s about time that demon got to work.”

“Are you serious?” Anathema yelps, but not in a way that indicates she disagrees. In fact, she looks fully on board with this plan – whatever it is.

“What about the whole damnation clause thing?” Crowley asks in a lower than low whisper.

“Find a loophole, my dear. That’s what you do.”

Crowley grins, impressed at the ability of his innocent Aziraphale to straddle the grey line as well as he. During a discussion about guns, his angel had once said that they lend weight to a moral argument when wielded by the right people. He wonders if this falls under the same category. “Right. And what about dinner?”

Aziraphale escorts his demon to the door, kissing him softly on the lips before showing him out. “It’ll keep.”

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50 Best Albums (That I Own on Vinyl) of the Decade

It’s hard to comprehend how much transpires over the course of a decade or wrap your head around how long (or short) of time that really is.

But what better way to try than to make a list!

Now, I know “Best of” lists like this one are inherently subjective – and probably say more about their maker’s preferences than actually reflecting the best music released in a particular time period. And, I’ll be the first to admit that the list below is incredibly limited, and that I need to widen my exposure to more artists and genres.

But hey, this is all in fun.

So feel free to debate, pick apart or share your own favorite albums from the past decade. But before you dive in, just a few quick points for context:

-I only ranked albums I actually own on vinyl released between 2010 and 2019, which limited my choices to about 170 records.

-I only ranked new music released this past decade, so no reissues or older material released for the first time (sorry Prince’s Piano & A Microphone and Originals).

-I first started buying vinyl around ’09-’10 and started off purchasing mostly new releases before my habits shifted and I started looking for older records. This shows in the list below – nearly a quarter of the albums below were released in 2010 and almost 70% from the first half of the decade.

And we’re off…

50. Centipede Hz, Animal Collective (2012)

Let’s be honest, it was impossible for Animal Collective to top a universally acclaimed and era-defining album – and it was unfair to expect them to. But maybe the continuous onslaught of bizarre and eclectic music found on Centipede Hz was just what we needed after all.

49. Singles, Future Islands (2014)

So much more than Sam Herring’s pelvis busting dance moves and “Seasons (Waiting On You),” every track on Singlesbursts with life and heart pumping energy. To quote Letterman: I’ll take all of that you got.

48. Paul’s Tomb: A Triumph, Frog Eyes (2010)

I don’t think I’ll ever understand Carey Mercer’s lyrics, but I’m certain I’ll never tire of getting lost in his hidden words and knotty melodies.

47. Leaving Atlanta, Gentleman Jesse (2012)

Thirty seven minutes of Pure Power Pop Perfection (note the capital “Ps”).

46. Burst Apart, The Antlers (2011)

If there’s another album with a song titled “Putting the Dog to Sleep” that is as haunting and beautiful as this one, I don’t want to know about it.

45. Carrion Crawler/The Dream, Thee Oh Sees (2011)

With John Dwyer churning out record after record in the ‘10s, it should come as no surprise that at least one landed on this list (and they’re all great). Garage rock. Surf rock. Post-punk rock. Psych rock. Noise rock. Rock rock. I don’t care what you call it, Thee Oh Sees put the pedal to the metal on Carrion Crawler/The Dream, taking you for a wild ride that never lets up.

44. 1989, Taylor Swift (2014)

Irresistibly catchy, everyone needs to satisfy their pop sweet tooth every now and then. 1989 is so sugary, it might just give you a cavity or two.

43. City Music, Kevin Morby (2017)

The city. The countryside. A beach. Aboard a train. At the pearly gates. It doesn’t matter where you listen to City Music because Kevin Morby’s jams will immediately transport you to your own laid back, happy place.

42. Remind Me Tomorrow, Sharon Van Etten (2019)

You’ll regret it if you keep waiting to listen this powerhouse – and powerful – synth-soaked record.

41. You Want It Darker, Leonard Cohen (2016)

It doesn’t get much darker, bleaker or sparse than this, but I wouldn’t want it any other way from the masterful Leonard Cohen.

40. American Dream, LCD Soundsystem (2017)

Retirement never sounded so good.

39. Capacity, Big Thief (2017)

Quietly captivating, mesmerizing and elegant, Big Thief knock you out without you even realizing it.

38. St. Vincent, St. Vincent (2014)

Annie Clark’s shapeshifting album won’t only shred your face off, it somehow makes you feel smarter, too.

37. Before Today, Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti (2010)

So, so weird and so, so good.

36. Expo 86, Wolf Parade (2010)

Like #50, Wolf Parade might always live in the shadow and expectations of a towering classic, yet somehow Spencer Krug and Dan Boeckner still continually craft eccentric and bombastic rock albums. Expo 86 is no exception, and it is an underrated classic in its own right.

35. Golden Hour, Kacey Musgraves (2018)

Like a sunset or sunrise, Golden Hour radiates beauty and warmth with each of its glowing tracks.

34. Yuck, Yuck (2011)

Despite their name and its hideous album cover, there’s nothing gross about Yuck’s infectious indie rock.

33. Play It Strange, The Fresh & Onlys (2010)

I once saw The Fresh & Onlys play at a tiny club in D.C. It might’ve been the loudest show I’ve ever been to – my ears rang for days. This record is just as rollicking, hazy and good as that show was loud.

32. Natalie Prass, Natalie Prass (2015)

There’s a reason “Welcome to 1979” is stamped in tiny letters on this vinyl’s inner ring – it’s silky smooth, filled with impeccable soft ballads and finely tuned jams – and just a tinge of funk.

31. I Am Easy To Find, The National (2019)

Few bands matched the consistent output of quality albums in the ‘10s as The National. They had one heck of a run, and I Am Easy To Find was a fascinating way to end it – a 21st rock album that felt more complex and expansive than anything they’d done before.

30. Melodrama, Lorde (2018)

Everything a pop record should be and then some – bold, breathtaking and exuberant.

29. Just Enough Hip To Be Woman, Broncho (2014)

If you can’t tell from its playful title, this pop rock album wants nothing more than to have fun – and it succeeds on every level.

28. Avi Buffalo, Avi Buffalo (2010)

Sometimes all you want is a light, sunny and meandering album to wash over you and get lost in, and this one will do the trick every time.

27. Hippies, Harlem (2010)

Imagine a band practicing inside a garage inside a garage inside another garage and you’ve got Harlem. This is garage rock to the max – and at its rambunctious best.

26. Puberty 2, Mitski (2016)

It’s hard to describe Puberty 2. Sure, it might sound like simple dreamy indie rock, but it ebbs and flows in unexpected ways that leaves you guessing where it’s heading next.

25. mbv, My Bloody Valentine (2013)

Picking up right where they left off – even if it was more than a decade later – My Bloody Valentine reminded everyone why they are the masters of reverb soaked shoegaze.

24. A Moon Shaped Pool, Radiohead (2016)

Even after all these years and albums, Radiohead still found a way to reinvent themselves and push the boundaries of rock music – and our expectations of them. With gorgeous arrangements and slow-burning, tension filled tracks, AMSP proves that even Radiohead can still take risks – and proves rock bands can make quiet, intimate songs sound epic. Oh yeah, and it has “True Love Waits.”

23. Art Angels, Grimes (2015)

Grimes gave us the future of pop music before most could even envision it. This laid the groundwork for all the challenging and intricate – and danceable – pop music that would follow. And it still sounds ahead of its time.

22. Meet Me At The Muster Station, PS I Love You (2010)

The first sounds out of Paul Saulnier’s mouth on Meet Me At The Munster Station aren’t words at all but two short, ecstatic yelps. And this same boundless energy and passion bleeds through on every fuzzy, raucous second of every track. Did I mention there’s a song called “Butterflies & Boners”?

21. More Than Any Other Day, Ought (2014)

You really ought to listen to Ought if you aren’t already. Tim Darcy and co. sound a bit uneasy, paranoid and self-aware, but they make the most minute challenges sound so exhilarating and life-altering – even the struggle deciding between two percent and whole milk at the grocery store.

20. Lemonade, Beyoncé (2017)

All hail Queen Bey.

19. Twin-Hand Movement, Lower Dens (2010)

This album sounds like 2 am on a dark, rainy Saturday night – in the best way imaginable.

18. Tomboy, Panda Bear (2011)

You can always count on Panda Bear to make hypnotic, loopy electronic music sound so breezy and effortless.

17. Modern Vampires Of The City, Vampire Weekend (2013)

I don’t know why, but I want to dislike Vampire Weekend so much. But that’s impossible when their music is so damn good and every note sounds so neat and perfect.

16. Past Life Martyred Saints, EMA (2011)

Just do yourself and listen to this album please.

15. The Archandroid, Janelle Monáe (2010)

Blending too many genres to count, this is what I imagine music sounds like in space.

14. Carrie & Lowell, Sufjan Stevens (2015)

I’ll let you know how I feel about this one after I stop crying.

13. The Suburbs, Arcade Fire (2010)

It’s everything you either love or hate about Arcade Fire. Grand, sincere and sweeping rock that swings for the fences with every guitar chord, drumbeat and horn blast. I love it.

12. Silence Yourself, Savages (2013)

Savages grab you by the throat and never let go – this is one intense album.

11. Helplessness Blues, Fleet Foxes (2011)

This might be the epitome of ‘10s indie rock – and for good reason. Introspective, sensitive and searching for some greater meaning, Robin Pecknold holds nothing back and lays it all out on Helplessness Blues.

10. Kaputt, Destroyer (2011)

Dan Bejar is an enigma and seemingly reluctant rock star. I saw him perform an acoustic set where he spent a majority of the time playing with his back towards the audience (although in fairness, it was at a free outdoor show on a college campus with people mostly chatting obnoxiously over him), and yet it’s as if his creativity requires him to constantly release new albums and show them off. Kaputt is as equally strange and mysterious – and just as creative – as its maker.

9. Black Star, David Bowie (2016)

Take away the heartbreaking circumstances surrounding this album’s release and it would still be in the top tier of David Bowie’s extensive catalogue. Experimenting until the very end, Bowie morphed into something entirely new one last time. Part jazz, part rock and part I’m not sure what you would call it, the results were once again out of this world. He couldn’t give it all away, but we’re sure thankful for what he could.

8. Bon Iver, Bon Iver (2011)

Shedding the cabin in the woods vibe, Justin Vernon took a giant leap forward with Bon Iver and made ‘80s soft rock popular.

7. Celebration Rock, Japandroids (2012)

Perhaps the most aptly named album on this list, no other album exudes the joy of making music and rocking out with your buddy than this one. It’s hard to believe all that noise and energy comes from just two people.

6. Burn Your Fire For No Witness, Angel Olsen (2014)

Angel Olsen’s hypnotic and seductive vocals, lyrics and guitar suck you in immediately, mesmerizing you from the first gentle strums to the peaks and valleys of “Lights Out” and “Stars” all the way to the closer’s pulsing drumbeats and majestic piano.

5. Black Messiah, D'Angelo And The Vanguard (2015)

Oozing with cool, sexy and confident R&B funk, D’Angelo returned after 14 years with an instant soul masterpiece.

4. The Monitor, Titus Andronicus (2010)

It says a lot when a band can a.) make an hour plus punk rock record b.) loosely base it on the Civil War c.) quote Abraham Lincoln d.) close it out with a 14 minute track inspired by a famous naval battle and e.) still make you want to listen to it over and over and over again.

3. Lost In The Dream, The War On Drugs (2014)

The rare album that can feel vast and ambitious and yet deeply private and personal all at once. You really will get lost in these soaring songs.

2. Halcyon Digest, Deerhunter (2010)

At times perfectly melodic and structured and at others feeling on the brink of falling apart, Halcyon Digest is a paradox – sounding peaceful, bright and idyllic while also peering over the edge into something darker. This is a remarkable record from a remarkable band. If not for the abrupt end to the darkly beautiful closer “He Would Have Laughed,” Halcyon Digest sounds like it could go on forever.

1. Let England Shake, PJ Harvey (2011)

A stunning, thought-provoking, and moving – not to mention endlessly listenable – transcendent piece of art about life and the Great War. PJ Harvey doesn’t hold back on the brutality and absurdity of armed conflict, and the album’s devastating closing track – “The Colour of the Earth” – will linger in your mind long after the record stops spinning. As powerful today as it was eight years ago, this album will remain timely and important for years – and decades – to come.

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Valerie IV

Valerie has been gone for 3 days and her family and Anwar are worrying.

They think that Valerie run away for some reason. But the truth is that Valerie is just chilling on her beach house without a care in the world.

Anwar was woken up by Yolanda, her mom, knocking in his room door continuously.

“Anwar! Anwar!” Yolanda continues to yell behind the door

Anwar groans and use a pillow to cover his ears to avoid his mother’s voice intruding him in his deep slumber.

“Anwar! Valerie is missing! Get the fuck up!”

That’s the time when Anwar start calling everybody.

He called his sisters, then Bella and Gigi starts calling everybody who knows Valerie.

Anwar even called Shawn.

Shawn is sitting on the couch inside his tour bus, strumming his guitar. Beside him is Connor and Brian playing Xbox.

As Shawn changes the position of his fingers his phone rings off.

Incoming call: Hailey Baldwin

Huh? that’s weird, they never really talked after their pr. Why she calling me? Shawn though

“Uh hello? Is this Shawn Mendes?” her soft voice fills the air, but not as soft as Valerie’s.

Shawn holds his guitar on his lap as his other hand holds the phone.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Bella called, Bella Hadid oh and Gigi called. You know them right?” the connection is a little weak so shawn’s having a hard time understanding plus the guys are are basically screaming at each other right now.

“Uh yeah. Wait a second.” Shawn mumbled as he sets his guitar down the couch, he prepares himself to scream at the guys.

He covers the speaker and shout. “Dude! Shut the fuck up!”

“Are you okay?” Hailey laughs as she hears guys complaining in the background.

“Anyways Valerie’s missing. The girls asked me to ask you if you know where she is.”

Shawn can feel the guys looking at him, he felt his world stopped spinning.

Anyway Shawn started calling everyone he knew who has connections with Valerie.

Basically that day was so stressful that even Andrew had to call Valerie’s parents to asked what’s happening.

Meanwhile Valerie had the best three days of her life.

She literally made the best decision of buying the house, although it’s expensive as heck.

Her house has a rooftop, with an helicopter parking in it. All she has to buy now is the actual helicopter. All that she can say is that her house is a dream. A gym, a pool, a library, a game room, a cinema room. Everything, she even have her own bar where she store her alcoholic drinks she stole from her dad.

On the first day she just watched movies on her laptop, ate fruits, went to the gym did some yoga. And on the afternoon she went sunbathing on the rooftop, she drove a boat and went fishing— in which she ate what she caught for dinner.

The second day is a chill day, she went to the gym at the morning and yoga at night. She spent almost her day sitting in the massage chair she brought. That’s all.

The third day— her last day she went jogging on the highway which is still her property, she thought that she the road is a little bit dark and sad. So she thought the next day when she will come back to Bel Air she will order bunch of lamp post, trees— specifically palm trees and other plants also, she will hire people to take care of her house at the same time will plant and will take care of her trees and plants.

Valerie now is packing her things, just her bag. She already did her laundry and decided to leave her clothes there in case if she come backs or something.

Valerie loaded her things on her car and zoomed off.

Before she goes she checked if she locked all the doors and the gates.

The car ride is interesting, she saw some paps on her way to Bel Air. Hoping that can glimpse at her and their family mansion which they kept private.

Its been a week since Valerie returned home from her mini vacation in Malibu.

Valerie and her dad hade some “serious talk” about what’s happening with her these past few days.

Eventually her dad, Virgo, figured out that her daughter and Shawn broke up.

Plus he said that ever since that dinner back in Toronto Valerie has been acting off and mostly sad. Virgo is worried about his angel’s mental health he says he missed the old Valerie, thus he ask Valerie to seek the help of a therapist which Valerie agreed too.

Her dad’s friend, Léon, also her godfather died because of depression. Although her case isn’t that deep. Virgo wanted her to be safe, also for him mental health is more important than physical health.

Few weeks later Shawn is in Oakland. Valerie had literally 4 sessions every week and after every session she does photoshoot and video campaigns for different brands.

Those sessions really helped him in forgetting their shared memories slowly.

That went pretty well. Today Valerie is getting ready for the ribbon cutting in Los Angeles for their hotel.

“You know what Val, I think you should quit studying and become a model.” Kayla, her make up artist slash hairstylist said as she blend Valerie’s blush out.

Her makeup is simple, glowy and natural except for her lips. Her team insisted that she should do a dark redish purple lip.

“Yeah you literally look like a Victoria’s Secret model.” Adrian, her stylists agrees.

Valerie’s looking beautiful as ever.

Adrian is currently zipping up Valerie’s dress while Kayla is touching up Val’s make up.

Valerie is rockin a black strapless beaded gown from Naeem Khan and a black and a black platform sandals from Malone Souliers.

Valerie is basically a model now, so she gotta serve looks, she gotta look stunning in every angle.

They are in Bel Air, in Valerie’s parents house.

“I don’t know I mean I would do it but I love learning.” Valerie shrugs.

“And besides, I’m not confident enough for that.”

“Girls?” a knock on the door interrupt them

They all stop what they’re doing and looked at the door.

“The car is waiting.”

“I’m so glad you guys made it!” Vernon greeted Brian and Connor.

Connor and Brian walked inside the hotel, with the maids giving them juice because Connor is still underage. Connor eyes widen when he saw the interior of the Valentin’s newly opened hotel while Brian just smirked.

“Hi I’m Vernon, I’m Val’s older brother.” Vernon approach the two while carrying baby Laslo in his right toned arm.

“Vernon! I brought my friend here, his name is Connor.” Brian introduced Connor to Vernon.

Vernon and Brian knew each other. They met last year at Valerie’s Birthday.

“Ahhh Connor, Shawn Mendes’ videographer?” Vernon shook Connor’s hands, he knew Connor through Val, she mention that he studies in UCLA just like him but he graduated already.

Laslo squirmed in his dad arms and extending his arm towards Brian. Wanting to be carried by him so Brian carried him, Brian extended his arms and carried Laslo.

Connor and Brian bodies stiffen when he mention Shawn, as a friend of Shawn of course they are embarrassed by his action.

“Where’s the kid?” Connor didn’t knew what to do so he looked at Brian, Brian eyes widen, he didn’t know where even Shawn is.

“Uhhh I don’t really know, he’s working on s project.” Brian awkwardly laugh.

“He better be, I’m gon—” Brian and Connor are mentally thanking Milo for cutting of his dad for saying something.

“Hi! I’m Laslo, I got my tooth of yesterday. The tooth fairy gave my $50.” Laslo proudly shows his missing bottom tooth to Connor.

Connor is about to answer when Viviane walked towards them.

Connor knew Valerie has two sibling. Valerie is hella attractive but he didn’t knew that even her siblings are attractive too. They look like greek gods and goddesses.

“Vernon dad’s looking for you.” Viviane look stunning, she looked like a model. She approached the group and once again Laslo is squirming in Brian’s arms, he wants Viviane to carry him.

“Brian! Nice to see you again.” Viviane smiled and hug Brian.

“Hi I’m Viviane Valentin, Valerie older sister. Nice to meet you.” Viviane hugged Connor.

“Go to the 23rd floor, Valerie’s waiting for you there.”

Viviane and Vernon walked to their parent but Vernon stopped and looked at them and said. “Tell Shawn he better be careful. Valerie is to precious to be cheated on.”

Connor eyes is practically shaking. Valerie and Viviane share the same personality with their Mom, except Valerie is more softer and Vernon and His Dad share the same personality except Vernon is more harsh and tougher like but he look soft.

“I’m literally dying when Val brother asked Shawn.” Chugged his juice down, his throat feels dry after their encounter with the Valentin’s.

The two are finally alone and can finally talk openly.

“I know! My armpits are sweating” Brian fanned his armpits.

“Dude, Valerie’s sibling are attractive! Have you seen her sister, her sister’s hot. Also I never knew Val was this rich!” Connor runs his finger through his hair.

“The first time I met her was when she was staying at her aunt’s house because I thought they don’t have no house but they are renovating their fucking mansion!” Valerie stayed at her aunt Veronica when their mansion is renovated, that’s when she met Shawn, Aunt Veronica’s house is directly to the Mendes’ Household and Brian’s house is just around the block.

“Dude Harvard is fee is around like $44,000 she rich rich!”

While the two are on their way to their designated floor they kept on talking about Val’s family wealth. Brian mostly keeps on talking to be honest because he known Val for years. He told Connor about them having private jets, mansion and other stuff that mostly billionaires can afford.

When Connor and Brian entered Valerie’s room they saw her crying on the bed with her laptop on.

“Valerie I miss youu but why are you crying?” the two lads run up to Valerie’s bed and hug her.

“I just got a modeling gig!” Valerie cried, Valerie has always been the sensitive type. When she’s hurt or happy she always cried. Shawn always calls her cry baby when they were younger until now.

“Really? That’s good but why do you need to cry?” Connor is confused.

Valerie models when it’s summer. She rarely do gigs when uni is starting.

“Yeah you should be proud!” Brian added.

“I know but it’s too much, I don’t think I can do it.”

“What brands are they anyway.”

“Um, Gucci, Burberry, YSL and Maybelline, Adidas, Calvin Klein, Moschino, Stuart Weitzman and also oh my god Chanel contacted me!”

“What!! 9 brands that’s crazy!” Connor started jumping and so does Brian.

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➹tickle war➹(miles morales x reader)

Requested by @ponyboys-sunsets ➝ GIVE ME ANYTHING WITH MILES PLEASE GOOD LORD I LOVE HIM literally just y/n and him being super h*ckin cute! like cuddling and we get in like a tickle fight or something and it’s just so cute!

Did you really have a good cuddling session if it doesn’t turn into a tickle fight?

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a/n: oof, i had some terrible writer’s block so finishing this was the most fulfilling thing ever omg. hello @ whoever’s reading this! i’m sorry this request took so long, i really need to learn how to write faster lol, but it’s here and it’s short but cute and i love it. i didn’t really edit it tho so if there are any mistakes i’m sorry. i forgot to say this last post but holy shit thank you so much for over 150 followers! and 620 notes on my first peter b. story (working on part 2 btw wink)??? the heck?? that’s nuts, i hope every single one of you enjoy what i write (: request are open if anyone is interested, especially since valentines day is so soon, so feel free to send something if you want! also i’ve decided that mcdonald’s in miles’ universe is called mcdonnie’s bc why not lmao

You could be too messy sometimes. Things to add to your next year resolutions (you were also too lazy to start right now— again, one more addition to the list): for the love of future you, stop throwing stuff wherever just because you don’t have the energy or will to properly place it in its appropriate spot. If only you’d worked on that flaw earlier, for right now you had your toothbrush inside your mouth— your tongue crying out from the icy pinch of the mint— frantically rummaging through your room, seeking for your favorite jacket. The weather that night didn’t necessarily call for the use of a coat, and it’s not that you were the fashionista of the generation (you tried your best… most of the time), but it was the last detail your outfit needed for it to be impeccable, and of course you’d turn your room upside down just to find it. It wasn’t as disastrous— perhaps for future you, yeah— but at least you got ahold of those pants that had been missing for weeks which sweetly hugged your figure in all the right places, along with a two-year-old calculator (hey, no more asking your classmates for an extra one) that’d do wonders for your brain during math class.

In the midst of your hunt, a clatter outside caught your attention. No big deal; you did live in New York, after all— the complete opposite of a ghost town. However, you later realized it wasn’t outside. No, it was your window. It happened again— clink! You recoiled, a small yelp escaping your throat. When it continued, you contemplated running away and calling your parents, frightened like a small child who suspects there’s a monster under their bed; but the detective in you (and stupidity, since this is exactly how people die in horror movies) drove you to investigate. You opened the curtains with a determined attitude, your expression hard and stern, but that temporary bravery fled out of your body the instant you laid your eyes upon the dark faceless figure staring back at you. You screamed— or tried to, taking in mind the toothpaste— scrambling to grab the nearest object to attack. But your vision adjusted once the light from your bedroom illuminated the intruder, and your rushing heartbeat eased with the laughing face of your boyfriend.

You rolled up your window, a distressed crease between your eyebrows. “Mwolth, whot thwo fwock!” You exclaimed through the abundance of toothpaste, tilting your head back to stop it from leaking through the sides of your mouth. Miles’ snickers, although adorable, heated your cheeks further from the humiliation.

“Sorry! I didn’t think it’d scare you that much.”

“Y—” You began, but raised a finger, telling him to wait, and ran to the bathroom. After spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth and sink in the record time of six seconds, you barged back into your room and to your open window. He was nowhere to be seen, until you looked out in search of the boy and your vision shifted below you: he sat against the brick wall, his knees close to his chest. You sighed, rubbing your eye as you chuckled at him. “You’re one hell of a boy.”

He showed you a crooked grin. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s good. Why didn’t you just, uh, I don’t know— knock on my door like a normal person?”

“Well, ‘cause I’m not like other guys,” He joked, his voice husky and mysterious, a smolder adorning his face. You closed your eyes as you laughed and he shrugged. “I just wanted to be a romantic boyfriend, y’know, and throw rocks at your window!”

You let out a dreamy sigh, fanning yourself. “So romantic, giving me a heart attack.”

“What can I say? I’m the master of romance.”

“Alright, master of romance, get in before one of my neighbors sees you and faints.” You waved your hand before walking away, continuing to ransack your dresser. Miles climbed the rest of the wall and up to the opening casually with his hands inside his pockets, as if it were the most common ability a teenager could ever have. He gasped when he entered and took in the chaos your room had become: the floor cluttered with crumpled schoolwork and socks (why did you have so many socks?), a mountain of pajamas on your bed, and the mess only incremented as you tossed and additional shirt on your desk.

“What the hell happened here?” He frowned, stuck where he stood due to the path full of obstacles. You cursed under your breath and slammed the cabinet closed, moving on to the last one.

“I can’t find my jacket,” You grumbled, your scowl exchanged by a puzzled stare as a shirt you wore when you were eight dangled in front of you. “God, I really need to take out a lot of stuff.”

Miles jumped from each clean spot to another, pausing when he noticed an old broken Spider-Man keychain tangled with a wool friendship bracelet. He carefully grasped it with his fingers, his mouth twitching. “I’m not surprised.”

You glanced back at him, your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

His face twisted at your question as he laughed. “Y/N, I love you, but you can really be the messiest person at times. Like, look!” He jangled the keychain and your eyes lit up, your hand reaching out to take it. “This thing is from like seven years ago— I got it from McDonnie’s, too. I bet you ‘accidentally’ misplaced it and it just disappeared.”

“Dude! I was so sad when I lost this keychain, I blamed this kid in my class and said that he stole it. Apparently he didn’t,” You mumbled sheepishly, and then hissed when you saw the purple and black bracelet wrapped around the metal ring. “I used to be friends with this girl and she gave me this bracelet.”

“What happened to her?”

“Our friendship ended when I accidentally dropped her hamster down the stairs.”

His eyes widened in horror, but moments later he was wheezing as he sat down on your bed. “Damn, Y/N.”

“Look, I felt terrible afterwards. I just wanted to see it roll in the plastic ball thingy,” You grimaced, apologizing in your head to the spirit of the unfortunate creature you accidentally murdered. Before you started crying, though, the irritation bubbled up in your chest and you rubbed your temples. “I still can’t find my jacket!”

“I can give you my jacket, i-if you want.” Miles offered shyly, flustered and ready to slip off his coat.

He paused when you rested your hand on his shoulder, which later came up to playfully poke his cheek. “What a cutie. But I don’t want you to freeze to death, not exactly the date that I was plan—” You stepped on something and you peeped down. You cried out for the exact article of clothing you just wasted ten minutes searching for peeked out from under your bed. “Oh, found it!” You gasped, lifting the jacket, hugging it as if you’d just found your long-lost child after sixteen years. You slipped your arm inside one sleeve, your other hand simultaneously tugging Miles’ while you prepared to leave your room.

“Shouldn’t we clean this up before we leave?” He gestured to your surroundings. You scanned the disorder, biting your lip as you deeply considered it, your skin itching because of the area identical to a wreckage.

You dismissed your discomfort with a whine, pulling his wrist again and dragging him through the mess and out of the room with you. “I can do that later, let’s go!”

You didn’t exactly know where you were going; so when you jumped off your apartment complex’s stairs and into the sidewalk, you turned around and stared at Miles like an expectant puppy willing to follow its owner to the end of the world. “Where to, captain?” You cheerily asked.

“You’re weirdly hyper today.” Miles pointed out, but not as a complaint— no, not at all. Your euphoria was responsible for his stretching smile and the electricity in his fingertips; it enhanced your beauty to a degree that it was blinding, a supergiant star whose radiance fondly enveloped the boy and heated up his entire body with its dripping gold. It was a heat wave he’d willingly succumb to— he’d float in your grace, suffocate with your allure, feel it all over as you happily linked your arms together, sending that spark running through his veins.

“I guess it’s just the rush you get on a Friday night, you know?” Yes, that was definitely it— it’s not like you took a power nap you woke up from twenty minutes ago, and consequently, had to inhumanly speed through your steps to get ready before Miles arrived; what are you talking about? But it also was almost impossible not to be as joyous when you’d missed Miles’ presence for an entire week. Yes, phone and video calls patched up that loneliness and longing, but it was just a bandaid for a larger wound— you didn’t know you could be so needy; a surprise, indeed, when you’d find yourself craving to jump through your cell phone’s screen and snuggle into the boy’s embrace. “I’m also really glad to see you, though.” You bashfully admitted.

“It was just a week.” He laughed, except that he’d missed your touch just as much, if not more. And you weren’t offended that he didn’t kiss your forehead and reveal he did as well, really, because you knew the truth by the way he walked so unnecessarily close to you in spite of the broad path.

You snuggled your head on his shoulder, sighing in bliss. “I don’t care, you still owe me a lot of cuddles. And I also don’t have no idea where you’re taking me— maybe you’re about to kill me, or something.” You said lowly, your eyes wide.

“It’s… kinda a desolate place, but I promise I didn’t pick it so I could kill you.” He giggled, bumping his shoulder into yours. You lifted your head and narrowed your eyes at him, scoffing.

“That’s exactly what a murderer would say.”

Gladly, your claims that Miles was planning to execute you in the middle of nowhere were nothing but an amusing belief; that surely would’ve been a lamentable twist, especially for you. However, you somewhat started to wish it had been your fate as you panted heavily and dropped on your knees on the muddy grass of the seemingly endless hill you and Miles were climbing. “I give up,” You breathed out, sprawling your limbs defeatedly. “I think I’m gonna go into cardiac arrest.”

Miles glanced back at you and rolled his eyes before resuming his strides. “God, your P.E grade is probably terrible.” You didn’t reply, though, and he didn’t hear any exaggerated struggling noises. He turned around, his gaze settling on your body which appeared dead resting in the same place you stopped. “C’mon, babe, we’re almost there!”

You didn’t budge, solely weakly waving your hand at him. “I was nice knowing you, but I think this is where I meet my demise.”

He looked heavenward, taking a deep breathe to recharge his soul. You were damning the gloomy clouds for obscuring the glimmering stars when Miles’ face, staring down at you, popped into your sight. You smiled, your hand reaching up to try and touch his cheek as you cracked up. “Hi.” You said innocently with a childlike expression.

The corner of his mouth lifted upwards. “Hi. Get up.”

“It’s really comfy down here.”

“I bet, probably better than the hammock that’s up the hill.” He smirked when he attracted your attention.

“A hammock? You got a hammock up there?” You inquired in disbelief. His grin vanished, and his voice was high pitched as he dubiously shrugged.

“Kind… of? It’s not your usual hammock you’re probably thinking about.” He gently nudged you with his foot and you complained, turning to lie on your side. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

The words ‘piggyback ride’ excited you too much, almost to the point that it could be used as a weakness against you as you scrambled to your feet and moments later leapt onto Miles’ back. You were lucky your boyfriend had super strength, you thought, especially for instances where your laziness and lack of durability got the best of you while walking up the steepest of hills you’d ever witnessed. You’d endure your short workout again or climb every mountain, though, if it meant you’d get to curl up against Miles on a hammock made out of his webs; your body resting on top of his, your legs tangled like an unbreakable knot, your mind fuzzy from the loving circles the boy caressed on your scalp while your thumb rubbed his shoulder. It was the type of intimacy no other could compare to— just the two of you, immersed and drenched with the eternal adoration you shared. The security and serenity of his embrace overwhelmed you enough that at any time the breeze would slightly swing the crib, you’d flinch, similar to when you jerk awake after almost dozing off. His chest vibrated with his giggles and you gazed up at him. The boy had been boring into you for the past few minutes; it wasn’t necessary to see it, you could just feel it (how could you not, after all, considering your close bodies?).

“This hammock kinda sucks.” You breathed out, feeling his arms squeeze your waist when the hammock wiggled harder.

“How can you say that?! It’s literally made out of webs.”

“Miles, it’s so small— I feel like if I even breathe too much I’m going to fall off.”

“So ungrateful, man.” He grumbled, shaking his head with a half-smile that stretched wider after you left a tender kiss on his jaw.

“I just don’t want to break a bone, you get me?” You sighed in relief when the wind, your current nemesis, calmed down. “That would kinda suck.”

“It would be funny.”

You poked his stomach and he squeaked like a stuffed animal who had a tag that read ‘try me!’. He grabbed your wrist, pouting down at you. “Take that back or you’ll be the one with a broken bone.” You warned, but Miles returned the jab, and your body jerked away from him as much as it could.

“If I fall, just know that you’re going down with me.” He raised a playful eyebrow. You tried to prod him again, but the boy didn’t allow you to get your hand near him by slapping it, poking your rib immediately after. You let out a malicious laugh, for he had no idea what was coming to him as you went in to tickle him for real this time. It wasn’t as easy, though; Miles put up quite the fight, one arm shielding his stomach while the other pushed your evil hands away. “You’re… entering… a dangerous… zone right now—” His sentence was repeatedly interrupted as you two fought a battle which would only result in falling to your deaths. Although he could only protect himself for so long, because in the brief millisecond he remained unguarded, your fingers found themselves attacking his abdomen. You straddled his waist as he screamed with laughter and writhed underneath you, kicking his feet all over the place.

“Y/N—“ He yelped, his eyes crinkled and glossy. “P-please!”

You stopped— you were no ruthless demon who tortured people with tickles; still, your shoulders bounced up and down at the sight of his wide eyes as he attempted to catch his breath and regain his strength. “I won!” You laughed, squishing his cheeks to taunt him, leaning down closer to his face with a smug smile. “Sorry.”

“I’ll only forgive you if you give me a kiss.” The seduction and cheekiness laced in both his voice and eyes were a good try, but it simply made you snicker more at how goofy the boy appeared. It did work in some way, though, because it fueled the desire to meet his lips further. Who were you to not comply to such yearning, anyway? Miles took ahold of your hands, intertwining your fingers, leaning up to catch your expecting mouth. You rested your hand on his chest to deepen the kiss, the swaying of the hammock a long-forgotten worry as all you could care about was the boy under you, his dainty and nervous fingertips lingering on your hip, the prickling that engulfed you when you felt his hammering heartbeat under your touch. He’d captivated you entirely, beckoning you to dive into a pool of his warmth that clouded all your senses; enough that you didn’t perceive his hands sneaking up your sides until—

You squealed into his mouth, a jolt running through your gut when he began to tickle you. You pulled away from the kiss and struggled to breathe as a fit of giggles left you, feebly pushing him away. In an attempt to move away, though, you leaned too much to your right— oh, shit was all you thought as you lost your balance. A short cry was the only sound you made as you began to plummet down to the grass. Your last moments were nice, you guessed; at least you got to make out with Miles for a while before dying, so perhaps you could accept your death peacefully. But you didn’t hit the ground. You breathed heavily and opened your eyes, the world upside down until you strained your neck to look up at the sky; you hung by your foot, which had entangled itself with the white string of the hammock, and your eyes drifted to Miles’ gigantic eyes.

“Holy shit!” You shouted, your body going limp when it became too tiring to continue staring up. “Holy shit! I almost fucking died!”

“Are you okay?!” Miles questioned, panicked. You heard a thump and soon your boyfriend stood in front of you, his hands on his head. When he saw you helplessly flailing your arms, however, he doubled over with laughter, slapping his knee.

“Miles! Please help me!”

“Okay, okay— uh, do you have like a knife, or something?”

“Why the hell would I have a knife?!”

“I-I don’t know! Self-defense, maybe. Let me see—” He dug through his pockets, and your (already red) face went pale when he took out his keys, flashing you a sympathetic tight-lipped smile.

It was going to be a long night.

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