#then it derailed into a Oh No what about his loved ones. oh jeez

[starfruit-baby]

i'm not disagreeing that strahm is the ultimate divorce guy but just entertaining the thought that he could be somehow happily married, how fucking crazy do you think the situation wouldve been for his spouse. like one day he's out investigating a pretty serious case, then he's hospitalized, then he vanishes under suspicions of having been one of the worst serial killers of your time, then he has vanished for good, presumed dead through fingerprints but without a body. like can you imagine the horror if you even were informed at all of the situation? "weve found fingerprints that confirm he may be dead, but we have no remains to give you or confirmation on how he died" versus just being told he disappeared, but everyones really weird about it, and then his boss dies too? idk

#ramble #sawposting #saw franchise #peter strahm #straight up a shower thought lol #imagine if strahm is gordon ramsey-like and is just usually pissed when it involves his job #then it derailed into a Oh No what about his loved ones. oh jeez

[jupio]

tl;dr my uni house sucks absolute fucking ass and its been building but one things happened today and it has. tipped me over the edge. so its either write it out or scream

i just want. one fucking week in this house where noone does anything that makes me want to beat the shit out of them

we had a couple silverfish earlier this week so i put my houseplants on a window sill in the shared hall outside my room because of the damp. this was 4 days ago and i havent watered them since so they should be bone dry. 

last night i went to bed first but the other people who live here decided to stay up and get drunk

i got my plants back in today because there havent been anymore silverfish and went to water and prune them but when i leant in closer to the first one i noticed two things. 

1. the soil was soaked through and messy 2. it fucking stank of piss

so yknow i dont want to jump to conclusions but what other fucking conclusions are there here. someone in this god fucking awful house thought it would be funny to take one of my plants and piss in it for fucking what??? for the laughs???

theyve poured wine on my dishes, they broke my kitchen scales, theyve screamed and tried to break and kick in my door at 4 in the morning when high on ket, theyve made fun of me to my face, theyve made fun of my hobbies, they make snide comments where i can tell i’m being made fun of but i cant work out what i’ve said wrong, theyve slammed doors at every hour of the fucking night for weeks, they scream up and down the stairs at 3am, they call me boring, they call me stupid and autistic and unfunny and bitchy and nit-picky and overly sensitive and i am so fucking SICK of trying to live here

every day i am masking so hard that i’m even more irritable and i go to bed exhausted and full of anxiety because i know!! i know everytime i leave a room they all look at each other like oh thank god ollie’s gone we can finally be offensive and i’m not sleeping properly, and i’m always on edge in my own home. i cant relax here ever

and idk. someone else might take this less seriously and brush it off. but i cant and i’m tired of trying to explain to them that maybe its funny to prank each other but when you fuck with my stuff it’s not funny, it completely derails my expectations of things and especially with adhd my reactions to things can be out of proportion. so its not funny at all. im just so angry that im shaking and i want to beat the shit out of someone. so no, i dont take well to it, and im not gonna laugh and deal with it, im gonna cry, and react like a kid. and then noone is having any fun because everyone acts like its so awkward that im upset when really they could just be normal fucking decent people and leave me the hell alone.

and now i have to try and deal with this and i have no fucking clue how im even meant to approach it. “hi guys, just wondering who pissed in my beloved trailing ivy? it was £25 so would love some financial compensation and also for you to hold still so i can break your fucking nose!” 

i dont even know if i should just leave it because its just not worth it. i dont even care if im a pushover at this point i am so. tired. of trying to make them respect me as a person. thats what it feels like, it feels like they dont even see me as a person they just see me as a fucking circus freak.

the plants still in my room. i dont even know what to do with that. i dont want to touch it because just touching the pot made my hands smell. so just everytime i look up i get upset and scared and angry all over again because its right there. and im 90% sure i know who did it but if i confront him about it he’ll do that thing where people go cmon its just a joke why are you being so sensitive? jeez, lighten up its not a big deal and ill look stupid and sensitive and different like i always do

ive got 4 more months of living here and then i am fucking gone and i am never speaking to these people again. 

#you know its bad if its getting me to re-consider moving back in with my parents #this is. a kinda long and very angry rant but honestly im shaking right now so its warranted #local old man #vent post

[arcanewhoosh]

Funny Business

Where you just wanted to get your work done and over with, but your truck had other plans.

2,500 something words

God the self restraint to keep this a oneshot

not proofread

English not first language

Mechanic Jinx x GN!Reader

Today was not a good day.

First of all, what should've been a quick trip between your project sites was quickly derailed by your truck making weird click noises. Second, You were three cities away from home and you couldn't risk driving on a highway with that weird clicking sound doing its weird clicks; so now you're stuck. Third, there was a distinct lack of open garages today; today is a holiday. Fourth, you realized you were working on a holiday.

You grumpily mumble to yourself as your truck slowly drives down the road. After a grueling Google search for open garages, you were able to find one nearby at a Square in the middle of the business district. And after navigating through the unfamiliar streets of Zaun-you were briefly stopped by a cop and had to beg them to not to give you a ticket-you finally saw the large billboard of the Square's entrance. Welcome to The Lanes! It read.

You slowly make your way around the Square and finally find the garage. Thankfully, the place was huge, and it looked like there were only two other cars being worked on. Good for you; the faster they could fix your truck, the faster you can do your job and get home.

"Welcome to the Last Drip, what can we do for you today?" A lanky, spikey haired man says as he walks up to your window.

"Uh, something suddenly started to make a clicking noise. I can't tell where it is." You say as you grab your bag and exit the truck.

"Hm, you mind if I take the car for a bit? You can take a seat in the lounge over there" He points to an empty seating area with a few couches and a vending machine.

"Uhm, no sure, take your time, uh, Mylo." You say as you read the name tag on his coveralls. Mylo nods and gets into the truck, driving it to one corner of the garage with different lifts. You start walking towards the seating area, when your phone starts to ring.

Dad. The caller ID read. You quickly pick up the phone.

"Hey dad."

"Hey bud, I heard you had some car trouble. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, something started clicking in the car. I couldn't tell what it was and I didn't wanna risk driving to the sites."

"It's fine, I'll send someone else to handle the sites next week. Why are you even working on a holiday?" You stop walking. Weren't you told to go here today?

"Wasn't I supposed to come here today?" You hear a sigh on the other side of the line.

"...Maybe."

"Probably, but it's a holiday today, it's a day off for everyone. Didn't you get the announcement?" Now that he's mentioned it, you vaguely remember receiving an email from HR about a long weekend or something.

"It's already a holiday today, it's already a long weekend. I don't need Monday off, too."

"Jeez, you're not even in your thirties, and your memory is already worse than mine.

A pause. "Tell you what, take Monday off too. Take a break, book a hotel there and do those mental health days you kids do nowadays."

"Yeah, okay, love you too, dad. Tell mom too."

"If you're forgetting holidays, that means you're working too much."

"It was just a lapse in memory-"

"Take the extra day off, I'm saying that as your boss. I have tee time in fifteen minutes. Have fun, love you."

You pocket your phone and realize that your halway through making a lap around the garage. Or was it your second lap? You don't recall, so you shake your head and make you way to Mylo, who was now writing something on a chart.

"Alright, so I hear the clicking, but I can't see anything immediately when we run the car. We'll have one of our mechanics take it apart, depending on where they think it is."

Uh oh.

"How long do you think it's gonna take?"

"Two, maybe three days, tops. All I know is you're not getting that done today." You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Alright, anything I need to sign?" Mylo hands you a chart.

"Fill this out, hand me an ID, and we should be good to go. Take a seat and one of the mechanics will hand it back. They'll have a better timeline for your car."

"Cool, thanks." you say as you take an ID out of your wallet and hand it to Mylo.

You walk back over to the seating area and take out your laptop. It might've been a holiday, but the fifty-seven new emails you got definitely didn't think so.

You pore over the screen for a while; either marking seemingly unimportant emails-mostly those you were cc'ed in-as read, briefly skimming through department reports, and replying to concerns that were directed to you.

"Ahem."

You now have three meetings rescheduled for Tuesday, and another site visit the day after. Twenty three emails removed, a pretty decent chunk.

"Hello?" A face suddenly appears in front of you, her hand pushing down the screen of your laptop. You blink. How long had she been there?

"Uh, sorry." You manage to say. Her blue eyes scan your face briefly, a look of annoyance on her face. She straightens up and lets go of your laptop.

"Hi. I'm your mechanic."

"...Hi." She stares at you. You blink. She blinks.

"So, anyway, your car might have a steering problem, I'll be able to know for sure when I take it apart, that'll take the rest of the day. If there's a part that needs to be replaced, we'll have to place an order if we don't have it in stock, that'll take another day. So your car is gonna be stuck here for at least two days. Capeesh?" She says as she hands you back your ID.

"Capeesh." You nod dumbly. Still feeling a bit sheepish for not immediately noticing her presence.

"Right, I'm gonna go work now." She quickly turns around and starts walking to your truck.

"Uh, wait!" She turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised.

"Do you know any place here that I can plug in my laptop?"

"Bar next door."

"...Cool." You were supposed to say, thank you [insert name], but the top part of her coveralls were down and she was in a crop top and had cloud tattoos running up her right arm and over to her chest and waist and oh no she's got a pretty face too.

So, like, you couldn't see her name tag cause the top part of her coveralls were down.

"Cool." She says as she starts walking again.

The bells on the door make a chiming sound as you push it open. Yup, this was a bar alright. Nearly empty, sure, but it was still in the middle of the afternoon. The bartender greets you, and you give a half hearted nod back as you enter. You walk around for a bit, looking for any sockets to plug in your laptop, praying you don't look sus to the bartender. Eventually you find a small table with a socket next to it, so you dump your bag on the chair to call dibs, and make your way over to the bar.

"Hey, how you doin'?" She asks, wiping off a cup. She didn't look that much older than you, but you couldn't really tell, since the only things you had to go on were her facial features and her pink hair.

"Could be better."

"Hm. What could be better?"

"My truck, for one." She raises an eyebrow.

"Took it to the last-"

"The Last Drip, yeah. I'm assuming that and this bar is owned by the same person?" You gesture around the bar with your hand. The Last Drop, it was called. You had a good chuckle to yourself when you saw the signs next to each other earlier.

"Family businesses."

"Ah."

The both of you have small talk for a good bit while Vi-you two exchange names somewhere in the conversation.- got you a glass of wine. A safe choice, you'd have something to drink while working, but you wouldn't run the risk of getting sloshed the longer you drank it. Eventually you go back to your table and start working. Ignoring the rest of the world as you read more emails and progress reports and approve requests for this and that.

It's only when the door to the bar chimes again, and a particularly loud group of people enter, that your focus is broken. Your eyes flit towards them for a split second before going back to your screen, until you're forced to do a double take when your brain registers that you saw a flash of blue hair. You shake your head, trying to bring your focus back onto your work.

"Need a top up?"

It works for a while, until someone puts down a glass of wine on your table.

You look up, and it's the pretty mechanic from earlier. Your brain isn't at social functioning capacity, and you blurt out the first word that comes to mind.

"Jinx."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you immediately try to save face.

"The bartender, your sister, Vi, she told me your name." That doesn't seem creepy at all, in your head. Apparently Jinx, or Powder, Vi calls her, also doesn't think you're creepy. instead, she grins and takes the seat in front of you, once again pushing down your laptop screen so you can see her face fully. She has a few freckles on her nose that you wouldn't be able to catch, unless you were this close to her face.

"Oooh, so you asked about me?" She says as she takes a sip from a metal cup with little doodles on them. Your hands don't leave your keyboard while you talk.

"You came up in the conversation, yes."

"How so?"

"Vi asked which mechanic was working on the truck, I said I couldn't see your name tag cause your weren't wearing half your coveralls, and she kinda just... Knew." She shrugs.

"Yeah, that checks out. So why are you still working?"

"Huh?"

"It's past eight, and it's a holiday."

"So people say." You take a look at your watch; yup, it's past eight alright. You let out a breath and put your laptop away before grabbing the glass of wine Jinx had put down on your table earlier.

"So did you ask about me too, or did you just happen to stare long enough to notice what I was drinking?" You ask as you take a sip of your drink. She grins, then props her chin on her hand.

"Who knows? Maybe I was just trying to see if you'd actually respond to someone calling you this time." Oh. You scratch the back of your head.

"Sorry about that."

"It's fine, though if we're being honest, I was kinda peeved when I saw you her. Thought you were some stuck up accountant or something, but Vi said you were cool so..."

"So this is an apology drink for being peeved at me for no reason?" She smiles at you and Sips from her straw.

"Perhaps. So why are you working during a holiday?" Why were you, again?

"...I may have forgotten it was a holiday." You clear your throat. "Why were you working on a holiday?"

"I like working on cars. Also that's sad as hell; pardon my French."

"It's not that sad-"

"It's pretty sad."

"Okay, can we move on to a different subject other than my working on a holiday?" She nods.

She asks you about your job, and is clever enough to connect the dots. Your company owns the development projects in the city,

So you ask her how they came to own the garage and the bar. Apparently, her dad had owned the bar for decades, and was one of the first establishments in The Lanes, before there were tall buildings everywhere. She and her siblings had started the garage next door, and got lazy with the naming hence the one letter off theme.

"And you," She says as she takes out her straw and points it at you. "Your'e probably the owner's kid, right?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Your company is Solomon Construction. Your last name is Solomon."

"How'd you get my last name?" You cock your head to the side as you ask.

"You literally gave us your ID earlier."

"Oh... Yeah I did do that." You manage a laugh and grab your glass of wine, only to find it empty. So you grab the wine bottle you and Jinx (Powder?) had decided to get earlier in the conversation, and top up your glass. You gesture to her glass, and she lifts it up. She's gotten a little wobbly and a bit of wine spills on the table. The both of you snort and try to gather napkins to wipe off the wine.

You check your watch again. 11:38 PM

"Damn, it's getting late." You say.

"It's pretty early in bar time." She looks around the bar, and you do too. There's a bunch more people around now. When the hell did they get here?

"When did all these people get here?"

"Literally while we were talking."

"Huh."

"Like I said, early in bar time."

"But it's late in Solomon time, also I'm pretty fucking sloshed." Come to think of it, if you turn your head a bit, the room tilts.

"Ya know, you have a tendency to like, do a tunnel vision thing, ya know?" She gestures at your face with her hand, making little circles with it.

"A what?"

"Like... You focus on me, and you didn't notice everyone else come in."

"Well that's cause you're pretty." Did you just call her pretty?

"Did you just call me pretty?" Oh, guess you did. Whoops.

"Did I just not?" She grins. She seems to like grinning a lot.

"You got a pretty face on you too, Solomom." You laugh.

"Did you just say Solomom?"

"Did I just not?"

"Okay, okay" You say as you shake your head. "We're... We're both done." You lift the glass of wine to put it away, only to realize that it's empty. "Oops."

"Damn, did we really drink all of it?" You turn the bottle over for good measure.

"Yup."

A rogue hand suddenly takes the bottle from you.

"Okay, that's enough for both of you." It's Vi, stands for Violence, or Stupid, according to Jinx. She puts down a glass of water for you and Jinx. "Drink."

"Okay, yeah." You take the water and down it, while Jinx makes a face at her glass and pushes it away as you hand Vi your credit card. She scolds Powder for a bit before walking back to the bar. The latter sticks her tongue at he sister.

Eventually, Vi comes back with your card and a receipt, and offers to call you a cab.

"No thanks." You say, your words still a bit slurred. Vi shrugs, and walks back to the bar.

"So how're ya gonna get home?" Jinx, whose face is now on the table, asks.

"Mmmmm dunno. I don't live here." She looks up and slams her fist on the table.

"What? then where the heck are you gonna go?" You shrug.

"A hotel or something."

"You can stay at my place if ya want." You shoot her a look.

"D'you invite all your customers to sleep over at your place?"

"D'you drink with all of your mechanics?"

"Touche."

"Are you a serial killer?"`

"Are you?"

Now it's your turn to slam your fist onto the table. A few bar patrons look at the both of you.

"Touche!" If you were a little bit more sober, you would've noticed Vi face-palm from the bar.

"Look look look, we'll set up a No Funny Business rule." She uses her fingers for air quotes."

"Agreed."

"Like... Murder funny business, or... funny funny business?"

"Funny funny." You mull this information over. Well, as much as your inebriated brain could mull over something, and then nod.

"Mmmmkay, no funny bussiness."

"Agreed."

You two were halfway through Jinx's doorway when that rule was thrown out the window.

Needless to say, it was a pretty great weekend.

#arcane #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #arcane x reader #arcane netflix #vi arcane

[friendlyneighborhoodspider-man]

Broken Promises (pt. 3)

A/N: 

If you haven’t already read parts 1 and 2, you can find them below. I definitely reccommend reading them prior to this because this probably won’t make much sense if you don’t. 

part 1 part 2

There were a lot of directions this could go. I had a lot of people ask me to write it different ways, but in the end, this is what I felt. I am debating continuing this storyline with drabbles between the reader, Jason, and Roy (and possibly Zatanna or Dick?) Please like, comment, and send me suggestions/asks!

Love, Z

~~~~~~

It wasn’t until a month later that you were able to go back to the apartment to clear out the rest of your things. The affair had completely derailed your life, but it was nothing compared to what Dick was going through. After the word got out to the press about his cheating scandal, his name was pretty much toast. The only person to reach out to you to apologize for the whole mess was Alfred, but you had a feeling that for the most part no one wanted to confront it.

Jason and Roy on either side, you stepped through the threshold, memories sweeping over you like a wave. The living room that the two of you had painted together in fits of giggles and kisses now felt cold. Memories of lazy Sunday mornings spent on the couch eating waffles and watching the news, and long nights spent wrapped in each other and a blanket watching Netflix were tainted by the afterimages still burned in your brain of him and your best friend consecrating the apartment in their own special way.

Zatanna had had the common sense to break things off with Dick after seeing how his good name was being dragged through the mud-- and she hadn’t spoken to you since the night of the Wayne Enterprises Gala. You knew that one day the time would come to hash out all that needed to be said between the two of you, but today wasn’t that day.

Roy flopped on the couch,  “Take all the time you need, sweetheart.” He covered his eyes with the hat he had been wearing and wrapped his arms around himself to doze off.

Jason’s hand touched your shoulder and you turned to look at him. “Do you want me to help, or--”

“Stay here.” You said, looking at the bedroom where you knew Dick was waiting. “I have some things I need to say.”

“Whatever you need, I’m here.” You left his side to pick up the boxes you had brought with you and brought them into the bedroom with you.

“Please look at me.” Dick spoke from the edge of the bed. You stared at him. 

“What.” You said harshly. 

“Can we--” he wiped tears off of his cheeks, his eyes red rimmed from what you were sure were hours of pity party tears-- “can we please, please, just try to talk this out.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s talk.” You turned to the dresser and opened your drawers up. “You fucked my best friend. I asked you if there was anything going on with the two of you. You lied. You promised me that there was nothing and there would be nothing. I gave you four years of my life and you threw it away. I was going to marry you. I was going to have your children. You broke my trust and you broke my heart.” You spat at him as you threw the contents into an open box. Whirling around to face him, you started again. “I never asked you for anything other than your honesty, Dick Grayson. I resigned myself to a life knowing that I would always come second to the mask, a life where I would be nothing other than a choice. But I knew that at least if we were honest with each other, if we could always be each others number one confidant and best friend, we would be unstoppable.” 

You paused to wipe the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “You ended us. This isn’t my fault. If you want someone to blame, someone to question, someone to ask for forgiveness--” you pointed directly at him “--look in the mirror.”

He was staring at you, cheeks red and eyes blazen with something-- anger, disappointment, regret, you couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else you want me to say.” His voice broke, and a part of your resolve broke too. You went and sat on the edge of the bed by him. 

“This is where we end.” You said softly. He choked back a sob.

“I-- I know I can’t take it back, and I know you deserve better-- just let me sh-show you--”

“No.” You took his hand from his face and took it in both of yours. “I loved you with everything I had, and you threw it away. A part of me will always love you, but I can’t do this anymore.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I hope you can forgive yourself.”

After grabbing your few items from your nightstand and keepsakes from the safe under the bed, you left the room.

“Y/N,” Dick called out after you. You stopped in the doorway, box on your hip, and thought.

“Y/N?” Jason called from the living room. 

And that was your answer. 

You went in to find he had collected your items from the rest of the apartment and packed them up for you already. “I didn’t want you to have to-- if there is anything missing I figured I can come back and get it for you, or I can make Dick bring it, but for now--”

“Thank you, Jay.” You whispered, overcome with emotion.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t cry. Shhhh…” He wrapped you in a hug, while Roy slept obliviously on the couch. “It’s okay.”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad, it’s just…” you cried harder into his chest while you tried to breathe “it’s just so much, you know?”

And he did. You had made a life here, prepared for a life here, and with Dick, for the past four years, and now you were leaving it all behind. It was overwhelming, and you needed someone to hold your hand through it all. While for a while you had thought that Zatanna would always be the one to be your rock, you knew now that it was the two men here with you that would always be there to catch you when you fall.

“Y/N, no matter what, you always have me. I promise.”

“Thank you, Jay. For everything.” You said into his chest and he buried his face in your hair. “Can we go?” You said after a moment, and he laughed.

“Yeah, of course.” He shook Roy awake. “Can you help Y/N carry these boxes out to the car? I have something to take care of before we go.”

“Of course.” Roy picked up the heavier of the three and you left one for Jason to take with him. You shot him a questioning look before you shut the door, and he turned to the bedroom and walked in.

“Here to gloat?” Dick glared through bloodshot eyes. “You always wanted her, admit it.”

“I never said I didn’t. But Y/N is not some prize to be won.” Jason leaned against the doorframe. “You threw it all away-- and for what? For a good lay? Jeez, man, I don’t even know that I want to call you a brother anymore. Not after what you did to her.”

“It was a mistake--”

“No, it wasn’t. A mistake is forgetting your keys in your car, or accidentally texting the wrong person. What you did was a conscious decision, one that took effort, and you did it multiple times. Then you tried to throw it all back in her face at the Gala, and for what? To prove a point? Point taken-- she deserves so much more than you and all you will ever be.” 

Jason walked up to Dick and pressed a finger into his chest. “And just so we are clear-- if Y/N ends up with me, it’s not because I poached her, or because I took advantage of her. It’s because she knows I’m the better man. It’s because she wants me. She is moving in with Roy and I and we never want to see or hear from you unless it is necessary. Got it?”

“Fine.” Dick stared directly at him. “You win. It’s not like Y/N wants me anyways. I don’t blame her. But if you think for a second she is going to stoop to the likes of a lowlife vigilante like you, you have another thing coming.” He chuckled harshly. “See you, bro. Now leave my place before I make you.”

Jason turned on his heel and picked up the box from the floor in the living room and met you in the car.

“I don’t want to know.” You said from the backseat, head in your hands. “Can we just go home?”

“Of course.” He turned around in his seat and gave your hand a squeeze. “Let’s go home.”

~~~~~

It was Thanksgiving when Jason pulled up to the Wayne Manor on his motorbike, you clinging to him like a spidermonkey. “I still don’t get why we couldn’t just take a car.” You grumbled as you got off, your leather jacket wrapped tightly around you as you looked around the place you had come to call home at one time. Now it seemed dark and cold, and you wondered if it had always been this way or if you had just been blinded by love to the point you didn’t notice before.

“You have to admit, babe,” Jason unclipped your helmet and smoothed down your hair, kissing the top of your head endearingly as he did, “the bike makes everything seem more rock and roll.”

“Got me there,” You joked, and linked your arm with his as you walked up the front steps. Alfred greeted you at the door, and nodded. 

“Miss Y/N, Master Jason, right this way.” 

“I’ve missed you Al,” You stopped him for a hug, which he of course returned. “We have to sit down and have tea sometime soon.”

“Of course.” He smiled. “We’ve missed you around the Manor...well, at least most of--”

“Y/N.” You heard Dick say before you saw him. It surprised you that you didn’t hurt seeing him as much as you had anticipated-- it was down to a dull ache as opposed to a burning fire. “Fancy seeing you here. I see you’ve shacked up with my brother.”

“Go to hell.” Jason said from behind you protectively. 

“After you,” Dick bowed at him condescendingly. 

“Both of you, back off.” You shouted. “Seriously. I just want to enjoy one fucking holiday without someone trying to kill someone or having to fight at the dinner table. Or both.” You glared between the two of them. “I’m sure Bruce would appreciate that as well, so if we can all just ignore each other for a few hours it will be fine.”

“Fine.” Dick snapped at you, and disappeared.

“The melodramatics in this family never cease to amaze me.” You sighed sarcastically. 

“If you want to go, we can just get takeout and watch a movie at home. I swear. I won’t be upset.” Jason whispered in your ear.

“Let’s give it an hour before we bail.” You whispered back, and laced your fingers through his. 

As you walked through the halls of Wayne Manor, you felt nostalgic. “Before we go see everyone, actually--” you stopped, and turned to the staircase-- “I want to go see your room.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because, I just realized that in all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never seen the inside of your room.” 

“I literally haven’t been in there in months.” Jason deadpanned. 

“Humor me.” You laughed and started.

“Woman, you will be the death of me.” He followed.

“You love me.” You joked.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, and you were hit with the sense that he really meant it. Like truly, deeply, meant it. While it should have felt weird… it didn’t. You began to realize that maybe, just maybe, you and Jason were becoming something real. You used to think that you’d had that with Dick, but it had all been smoke and mirrors. Living with Roy and Jason showed you what things should have been like if he was really your number one-- never on the outside of plans, never keeping secrets, as open as a book could be. And sure, yeah, you were practically attached at the hip with Jason, but that was because you were becoming each others best friends-- right? 

If you were just ‘best friends’, then why did his hand fit so perfectly in yours, and his hand set perfectly on the small of your back when you were walking anywhere? Or why did you fit together like a puzzle when you fell asleep on the couch or in his bed together watching a movie?

You shook the thoughts aside and grabbed his hand in yours as you started up the rest of the stairs. Today was not the day to confront those feelings, you decided. 

He guided you to his door, right across the hall from Dicks, and pushed it open.

It was cleaner than you expected. You didn’t know why you expected it to look like a tornado had run through it, but it was actually very well kempt. The walls were navy and his bed was grey with white pillows. He had a black desk and black bookshelf with a white chair, and a grey sofa to the side. You walked around and touched everything, picking up the books on his shelf and the picture of the Titans team on his bedside table.

“This is me.” He shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa. “It’s not much-- I don’t stay here super often anymore.”

“It’s a lot different than your room at the apartment.” You joked.

“Yeah, well, living with Roy will do that to you.” He laughed. You went and sat by him, then noticed the picture sitting to the side of the couch on a table. 

“Who is this?”

“That’s my mom.” He said, and took the frame from your hands. “I don’t have a lot of pictures of her-- this is one of the only ones, really.” He traced the outline of her face and sighed. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things had ended up differently. If she was still around.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” You covered his hand with yours, and he took it, setting the picture down.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He ran his other hand through his hair. “Look-- I know you’ve been through a lot lately, and I know you’re still healing, but I need to know-- is this real?” He looked you in the eyes, and the feeling from earlier returned. “I have never felt like this before. And you have no idea how shitty it makes me feel, knowing that you were just with my brother, and that he hurt you, and that we are friends and I really am not trying to take advantage of you in any way, it’s just--”

“I feel it too.” You placed a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, searching for your words there. “I-- I have just been worried that I’m going to mess things up with you. Because I care about you so, so much Jay; not just as a friend, but as a partner, and as something more, and that scares me. I don’t know if I know what love really is anymore, and I just don’t want to screw everything up again.”

“Y/N,” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, and kissed you firmly. It was unexpected, and you opened your eyes before relaxing and closing them, deepening the kiss. Kissing Jason was like something you’d never experienced-- it wasn’t fireworks, but it was like finally feeling whole. He brought a hand around to your lower back and brought you closer to him, pressing your upper halves together. You fit like a puzzle, you and Jay, and you felt a warmth building inside of you right as you realized--

You pulled away abruptly. “I think I’m in love with you.” You told him.

“I know I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He grinned, and pushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. “I’ve been completely whipped ever since you kicked Dick’s ass in training at the Titans tower when you came for a visit.”

“That was, like, three years ago.” You said.

“Yeah, it was.” He laughed. 

“Promise me.” You said suddenly. 

“What? Anything.” He took your hand and pressed it to his heart. “I’ll give you the world, baby, just tell me what you need.”

“Promise me you won’t break my heart.” You whispered, and it felt stupid once it came out of your mouth and your cheeks went red. “Just-- please”

“I, Jason Todd, do solemnly swear that I will never break your heart, even should my life depend on it.” He said.

“Thank you.” You said, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Lets go eat.” He said and pulled you to stand with him. “I’m starving.”

“How long do you think it will take for your family to notice we are together?”

“I give them until Christmas.” He winked at you as you went down the stairs together.

“The end of dinner.” You argued.

“You’re on.” He grinned and the two of you headed to what you were sure would be the most eventful Thanksgiving yet.

#dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #batfamily #BatFam #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #x reader #imagine #oneshot #broken promises #dick x zatanna #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd oneshot #jason peter todd #nightwing #red hood #robin #teen titans #justice league #batman #batfam x reader #roy harper #roy harper x reader

[tsu-kei-shima]

@melmaos bnha au is really good so I just had to write something for it. hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2613

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Kei’s hands shook as he held them up, faint yellow light flickering in his palms before bursting out into a shield. He didn’t dare look behind him, knowing full well the sight of Tadashi prone on the ground would only make him waver more.

The villain opposite them, electricity sparking and cracking off their fingers, pointed at Kei, releasing the built-up energy in a beam. The shield took the force, energy bursting and crackling from where the electricity made contact. The other villain’s hand shot out, another streak rushing to where Tadashi was.

Kei swung his shield down, covering Tadashi before ducking behind it as well. The first arc slammed into his shoulder, fierce and hot, spreading down the length of his arm until it fizzled out.

The electricity dissipated after a moment, and Kei used the time to widen the reach of his shield. His head pulsed with every beat of his heart, darkness edging into the fields of his vision slowly. He kept pushing, attempting to lift his right hand as well, though it continued to hang limply at his side.

“Kei, please—” Tadashi heaved, his words cutting off sharply. Kei shook his head quickly, attempting to calm the chaos of his rushing thoughts. The motion only made the pain in his head explode, his stomach lurching intensely.

“Spear, now,” Kei demanded. He didn’t know how he was going to throw it. His right arm was shot. He couldn’t leave Tadashi vulnerable to another attack either, so his left was out too.

“I can’t— There’s no way I’ll hit—” “Shut up, Tadashi! Give me a spear.” Kei scoured his brain for a tactic of any kind. He’d watched the villain as carefully as he could, but everything about his attacks and movements and quirk seemed completely random. His recovery time was never greater than five seconds. Kei doubted he could throw the spear and regenerate a shield that fast. He would have to try anyway.

“Please, just leave. I’ll be okay.” Kei hated that Tadashi’s voice never wavered, like he believed it to be true. “Tadashi, you know I can’t.” His own voice shook with the weight of his words.

Tadashi’s hand gripped Kei’s right, not that he could feel it. He desperately wished he could, so that all of Tadashi’s reassurance might be passed through the touch.

“Don’t you dare miss, then,” Tadashi said. Kei nodded.

“My left hand,” Kei whispered. “On my mark.”

Another flash of lightning arced toward them, and Kei’s shield shuddered and sizzled. Heat burst around them, and Kei watched the villain despite how his eyes burned from the light. As soon as they brought their hand back to themselves, Kei let his shield drop, the last bit of lightning fizzling at the same moment.

A spear materialized in his hand and he stood as quickly as he could, throwing it towards the villain. He collapsed back onto his knees the moment it left his hand, yellow light flickering in his palm. He prayed the spear hit its mark, sinking into their chest so that he might finally put a stop to the terror.

“I love you,” Kei said, the darkness filling more of his vision. He pushed himself further despite how much he wanted to stop, another shield flashing before his eyes, bright and yellow. He couldn’t hear anything over the roar of his heartbeat in his ears.

And then he heard nothing at all.

—

Kei slowly opened his eyes, quickly shutting them when bright light seared his vision. Instinctively he reached out, a shield bursting from his outstretched hands as he sat up.

“Kei!” Tadashi yelled, and Kei whipped his head around to find the other man standing just a few feet away. Bandaged, bruised, and exhausted, but standing and alive.

“Tadashi,” Kei breathed out, hands sinking back to his sides. “Tadashi, you—” “Yeah, yes, Kei, I’m here,” he said, closing the distance between them to wrap Kei in a crushing hug.

“Tadashi,” Kei said again, pressing his palms flat against Tadashi’s back just to feel him steady beneath them. His face was plastered to Tadashi’s chest and he listened to the frantic beat of his heart. Alive, alive, alive.

“You’re crazy,” Tadashi said, words pushing into the top of Kei’s head. “I thought— Kei, they were saying they’d have to— your right arm, it’s okay, right?”

Kei gripped the material of Tadashi’s shirt tightly. Both hands responded, soft cotton folding in his grasp. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

A moment later, Kei remembered what had happened to Tadashi. “Your chest. You got hit. You were— Tadashi, you were—” Kei shook in Tadashi’s grip, throat closing up. “I thought you were going to—”

“You saved us,” Tadashi said, stopping Kei’s train of thought before it completely derailed. “I’m okay. Really. We’re okay.” He pulled back from the hug, hands coming up to cradle Kei’s head.

“Tadashi,” Kei whispered, feeling his eyes burn with tears that couldn’t quite fall from his eyes. He blinked furiously to clear the moisture.

“But don’t you ever do something that stupid again,” Tadashi said, kissing the space between Kei’s eyebrows, which finally made Kei realize he didn’t have his glasses on. “I’ve been worried sick.”

“How long was I out?” Kei asked. He focused on the freckle just above Tadashi’s lip, nestled sweetly in the curve of his cupid’s bow. This close, it didn’t matter if he had his glasses on anyway.

“Two days.” Kei grimaced. When he passed out for an hour, Tadashi fussed. He wouldn’t be able to train for at least the rest of the week. He certainly wouldn’t be allowed to go out on missions.

“Did you miss me?”

“Like crazy,” he said, resting his forehead against Kei’s. “Suga had to drag me out of here to eat.”

“Still making him take care of you? Mr. Refreshing has more important matters to attend to, you know.” Kei quirked his eyebrow, the way Tadashi hated because he couldn’t do it himself.

“Tsukki,” Tadashi whined, his pout nearly eclipsing the freckle Kei had been focusing on. “I was really worried. The longest you’ve ever been out was eighteen hours, and I’m pretty sure that was because you didn’t want to get up.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Kei smoothed one hand through Tadashi’s hair, fingers filtering the strands that were greasy from neglect. Kei didn’t doubt Tadashi had stayed at his side the whole time, only leaving when Sugawara forced him out, returning as soon as Sugawara gave the ‘okay’.

“You better be. You owe me like, a million kisses. And I owe you about a billion for saving me. Starting two days late doesn’t look good for our prospects.”

“Well, you have one so far,” Kei said conversationally. “Only nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine to go.”

“Don’t do math while I’m trying to be cute. Ruins the mood,” Tadashi groaned, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Kei’s mouth.

“Nine hundred nin—” Kei was swiftly cut off with a kiss, Tadashi’s lips sliding sweetly against his partially parted ones. He couldn’t help his grin, unable to kiss back with the way it stretched his lips. Tadashi pulled back with a huff.

“Jeez, you’re still at a million. That was a horrible kiss,” Tadashi chided, though the warm smile on his face stole all the bite from his words. He brushed his thumb across Kei’s cheek, eyes crinkling at the edges with his content.

“I love you,” Kei said, before kissing Tadashi. He rested his hand at the back of Tadashi’s head, playing with the hair there. Tadashi hummed sweetly into the kiss, turning his head slightly so that their noses wouldn’t press together.

“Gross. Get out of here if you’re feeling well enough to suck face.” Kei pulled away from Tadashi slowly, peering over his shoulder to level the intruder with a glare. He hoped it landed because he could only make out the vaguest shape of Kageyama in the doorway.

“Oh, your majesty, our most sincere apologies for disturbing you. Has Hinata smashed his head into the ceiling again?”

“Fuck off. He hasn’t done that in over a month,” Kageyama said.

Like he was summoned, Hinata comes bounding in, arms swinging wildly. “Tsukishima! You’re awake! Woo!”

Just as he jumped, Kageyama reached out, snatching him by the ankle and yanking him back to the ground. “Dumbass!”

Hinata’s butt hit the ground and Kei had half the mind to think he deserved it. A bruised tailbone might discourage his future ceiling-cracking tendencies.

“Ow! What’s your problem?” Hinata demanded, leaping to his feet and rubbing his backside.

“Are you okay?” Kageyama asked, hand hesitating in the air as he reached for Hinata again.

“Huh? Yeah! Not like you could ever hurt me!” Hinata exclaimed, puffing his chest out.

“You dumbass! I’ll kill you!”

Hinata squawked, ducking under Kageyama’s fist as it came careening towards his head before peeling out of the room. Kageyama followed hot on his heels, their shouts carrying down the hall. The noise only quieted once they passed through the heavy metal doors that led to the stairs, the harsh clang of metal ringing out as the last sign of their chaotic rampage.

Kei sighed heavily, pressing his forehead into Tadashi’s shoulder. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Absolutely not. You need to get up and eat. Being sedentary for that long is bad for you.” Tadashi attempted to help Kei to his feet, but Kei just flopped back down onto the bed.

“Mm, sounds fake. I’ll pass.” He closed his eyes, only hearing Tadashi’s exasperated sigh.

“You’re such a pain. Get up, Kei.”

“You’ll have to carry me.” Tadashi considered him briefly. He carefully nestled Kei’s glasses on his face.

“Fine by me,” Tadashi said. He put one arm under Kei’s knees and the other supported his back, neatly lifting him off the bed.

“T-Tadashi! Put me down!” Kei demanded. He wrapped his arms around Tadashi’s neck, rationalizing that it was better to be secure in his grip than to start squirming and get dropped on the ground.

“Nope,” Tadashi said, popping the ‘P’ obnoxiously. “Suga’s been waiting for you to wake up. He said he wanted to cook you a meal.” “Sugawara just wants to see me cry. He always puts way too much spice in everything.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Tadashi said before whispering, “I’ll buy you cake after if you eat it.”

“Strawberry shortcake?”

“Obviously.” “Fine.”

Tadashi smiled, wide and full, and Kei snuggled in closer, resting his head on Tadashi’s chest. He carried him to the elevator, setting him down as the doors shut with a quiet ding.

They head to Sugawara’s house, Tadashi chattering on about the episode Kei had missed when he was sleeping as well as all of Kageyama and Hinata’s shenanigans. Kei listened, basking in all the warmth Tadashi radiated easily, replying when necessary.

Kei’s meal was horrible, as he’d predicted, and Sugawara just kept patting him on the back through it, refreshing Kei until he could choke the last bite down. He thanked Sugawara for the meal despite how badly he wanted to tell him that he was a horrible friend for taking advantage of how Kei could never say no to Tadashi. They left after a short discussion about what had happened to the villain, Sugawara assuring them that he had been properly apprehended when reinforcements arrived.

Tadashi kept his promise, treating Kei to a delicious slice of cake afterward. He picked it up from the cafe between their apartment and Sugawara’s, waiting until they got home to eat it.

—

When they’d finished, the last bit of daylight poking through the curtains, Tadashi asked to undo Kei’s bandages. Kei shrugged and Tadashi set to work, ushering him into the bathroom. Kei sat on the edge of the tub as Tadashi slowly unwound the bandages that wrapped his arm.

His quiet gasp when the final bit of cloth slipped from his arm was matched only by the gentle press of his fingertips.

“Kei,” he breathed out, brows furrowed and bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “You sure you’re okay?”

Kei nodded slowly, tongue suddenly a hundred times heavier in his mouth. He watched as Tadashi traced the lines of the scars, angry, red, and fractured.

“M-Mine too. My chest, I mean,” he said after a moment. Kei blinked slowly before the words clicked in his brain.

“Can I… see?” Kei asked. Tadashi nodded, slowly pulling his t-shirt over his head.

Kei could have choked on the guilt that crushed his chest. Deeper, heavier lines scored across Tadashi’s chest, branching out from the spot he’d been hit. Kei reached forward hesitantly, swallowing down the tightness in his throat.

Tadashi gasped slightly and Kei instinctively recoiled, apology heavy on his tongue when Tadashed grabbed his wrist.

“It’s okay. You’re just cold. You can touch me,” he reassured. Kei lightly placed his fingers over a fainter line, tracing it out toward his collarbone. Tadashi slowly loosened his grip on Kei’s wrist.

“I’m so sorry,” Kei said. “I should have— I could have protected you but—” “Kei, don’t. We’re alive. That’s what matters.” He gently rested his hand back on Kei’s shoulder. “At least we match,” he added.

“That’s lame,” Kei said, though he couldn’t help but be a little relieved that Tadashi was still looking on the bright side of things.

“It’s romantic,” Tadashi countered. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Kei’s arm, featherlight over the red lines on his skin. “Who needs wedding bands when you have matching lightning scars, right?”

“W-Wedding bands?” Kei stuttered out. Tadashi traced down a particularly long branch of the scar with his fingertip, following it down to the tip of Kei’s ring finger.

“Mhm. Though, yours is on the wrong side. And mine’s not even on my hand at all.”

“Tadashi, that’s— You can’t just—” Tadashi swiftly cut him off. “I can, and I will. Tsukishima Kei, will you marry me?”

“Are you serious?” Kei couldn’t stop his heart from racing, nor could he stop the sweat that turned his cool hands clammy.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” Tadashi grabbed Kei’s hand between the two of his. “I love you so much Kei. I want to be yours forever.”

“Yes. Tadashi, oh my god, yes.” Tadashi didn’t hesitate another moment, releasing Kei’s hands and surging up, squishing Kei’s cheeks with his palms as he kissed him, sweet and intense. Kei gripped the edge of the bathtub to avoid being thrown back into the basin, his heart continuing to batter his ribcage all the while.

Tadashi pulled away only to continue littering kisses all over Kei’s face, speaking between each press of his lips. ‘I love you’ and ‘husbands’ were repeated over and over, pressed against his skin until he was sure the words had started to manifest there.

Tadashi pressed one final kiss on Kei’s lips before relenting, cheeks flushed and tears glittering in his eyes.

“I love you so much,” Kei said, gently cupping Tadashi’s face in his hands.

“I love you, too.”

—

They got matching wedding bands anyway, a few days later. Tadashi had insisted upon it, and Kei hadn’t put up much of a fuss, secretly glad to have such an obvious sign of their mutual love and trust.

Tadashi bought him a new strap for his goggles too, one that matched the hair tie he used. He’d reasoned that nobody could see the rings because they wore gloves when they worked. Kei had argued that nobody needed to know they were together while they were working but had accepted the gift all the same.

#tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukkiyama #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #sugawara koushi #i just Go Feral everytime mel uploads #them: hehe they partners!! me: Angst Time #but it has a happy ending bc im babey and they deserve good things #dais writes #bnha x hq!!

[thetypingdragon]

MAG 167 Live Reactions

- Jon was in Martin’s head. Martin’s right Jon. Again, boundaries are important! :)

- I feel sad. Very sad. Wow Jon. Very emotionally open.

- “Me thinks the spider doth protest too much”, who’s protesting here Jon? Who’s the spider? Martin?! Because I mean, that’s probably gonna get added to the is it Web!Martim or a red herring list.

- Jon! Boundaries are important!

-“Curse this flesh prison!” Lol.

Gertrude wouldn’t have done well? Do tell Jon.

Gertrude reeked of Lonely? Oh Gertrude . . .

Ay! We know the name of another Archivist! Angus Stacey! Oh yikes he did not end well did he.

So the Institute Archivists have been disappointing have they? Also another name of Jonah Magnus! Richard Mendelssohn (that’s what my phone autocorrected to so I’m leaving it. Maybe it’s right?)

Oh Angus was going to revise Smirkes fourteen? Yikes. Burned through all his assistants. Wonder if that’s a recurring pattern beyond just that past three Archivists.

Fiona survived by fainting anytime she got too scared, thus no longer being good fear food. Wow.

Wait hold on. When the Archivist she served died she could leave?!? Does that mean that if Jon dies at the end of this Martin is free? That’s a sad hollow victory but I mean . . .

Emma. Emma the mystery assistant knew about Agnes? Sickness? Experimentation? Uh oh. “Why wasn’t Fiona dead yet?” Emma what the hell?!

A coffin? Oh no. Poor Fiona. Cobwebs in Emma’s hair? Oh no. Emma what the hell!

Eric was replaced? A fire to Sarah Carpenter?

Emma why do you want to break all Gertrude’s assistants!?!

Was the Web trying to create an Archive from one of Gertrude’s assistants?? Using Emma to do so? And it was hiding this from Gertrude. Feeding her a steady stream of plans to foil and rituals to derail.

Oh jeez the Desolation avatar ate her.

Oh Gertrude is pissed at Emma! This won’t end well for you Emma! I’ve wondered what Emma’s deal was and holy crap this lady had problems.

Gertrude and Agnes met? Did Gertrude go to Agnes?

The deed? Gertrude what? Oh shit. Gertrude did murder arson. Leitner, Dekker, Keay, am even Salesa were simply “useful until no longer so”? How dare that lady thing so little of Adelard Dekker the absolute badass and Gerard Keay? People have already discussed her treatment of Gerry, but I thought she had more respect for Adelard?!

Well now we know what happened to Gertrude’s assistants.

So Gertrude would be lost in the apocalypse without any purpose or control. Interesting. Jon thinks this would have broken her. Yikes. I actually feel sorry for Gertrude.

Yeah Jon? Where’s your domain? Oh it’s the Panopticon of course.

What about Martin?!?

Aww . . . Martin is Jon’s reason. I love Martin teasing Jon into saying it out loud.

Yes the acknowledged Fionas release! Oh god now Jon’s going to feel bad for not dying a long time ago and thus keeping everyone bound.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #gertrude robinson #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin

[andtheyweredeskmates]

Of Latte’s and Lingerie- Chapter Four

So I ended up putting this on AO3 if anyone would rather read it there. I probably wont update this for at least a week because I live in Texas so my job opened back up plus I have finals till next Friday. 

Links to the first 3 chapters: 1 2 3

Taglist: @catsssmeow

Adrien hated conflict. Like really hated conflict. Like the idea of conflict kinda made Adrien want to curl up in a ball and sleep until all conflicted parties were dead or unconflicted.

Unfortunately, Gabriel was privy to that. So while the deal he offered Adrien seemed stupidly unbalanced, it was kind of an act of genius. Adrien stared at his toes as he walked his way into Dunn’s. He really wanted to just shut his brain off. He didn’t really have to come to a decision immediately anyway. There was still time to enjoy his coffee and pretend like life was grand. Adrien was really good at enjoying coffee and pretending life was grand.

When Adrien got in line he shoved his hands in his back pockets and looked up at the sign, pretending he didn’t know what he wanted. But he always knew.

“Hey Tim,” Adrien said casually, walking up to the counter.

“Your large mocha frappe extra whip will be out in a minute.”

“It’s a little embarrassing how well you know me,” Adrien mumbled, getting out his wallet.

“Yeah I get that a lot,” Tim chuckled. Adrien paid for his coffee and started to walk to his corner. He stopped for a moment and gaped. It was taken. Adrien’s whole train of thought was derailed as he floundered, trying to think of a place to sit. He glanced nervously around to see that the coffee shop was completely full. Every table, chair and booth was occupied. His eyes lingered on Marinette in her usual spot and he felt the slightest bit of relief for the familiarity.

“Mocha Frappe for Adrien!”

Adrien walked hesitantly to the counter, still glancing around for a spot to open up. Maybe if he stared at someone long enough they’d get the mental message to leave.

“Your spots taken huh?” Adrien looked pathetically at Tim.

“You know, there’s a girl here that’s usually here when you are and she’s got plenty of room at her table. She’s really nice. You should ask to sit with her.” Adrien’s eyes got wide.

“Marinette?” Tim raised an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah, do you know her.”

“Not really. She’s… a work associate of my father.” Tim stared at Adrien for another moment before smirking.

“Well like I said, she’s really nice and she’s kind of having an existential crisis right now so I’m sure she’d love the company to keep her distracted.” Adrien glanced back over to see Marinette with her head in her hands. She left her hands slightly parted just enough to get the straw between them so that she could still easily sip her coffee without moving. Adrien smiled softly.

“Yeah, okay!” He took his coffee in hand and made his way over to the booth.

…

“Hey!”

Marinette was so startled she nearly spilled her coffee in her lap.

“Ohmigosh,” she stuttered. She looked up to see the hot blonde boy who usually sat in the corner booth.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Marinette was frozen for just a fraction of a second, eyes wide and mouth open in a look of terror. Once she realized how stupid she probably looked, she immediately attempted to compose herself.

“Oh no! I just wasn’t paying attention! Um whats up?” She spoke quickly and she stumbled a little over her words. God he was freaking hot.

“Well, my usual spot kinda got taken and there’s no more tables left. I see you here a lot so I was wondering if maybe today I could sit here with you.” This could not be happening. Marinette had a slight inclination to burst out the door and never come back. But this also had the potential to be the best day of her life. Maybe this would be the story she would tell her kids when she explained how she met their father. She’d totally have his babies. He was so hot….

“I can sit outside if you don’t want company.” Marinette immediately realized she’d been staring silently for far too long.

“NO!” Adrien jumped a little at her squeak.

“I mean, no I’d love the company, um I just didn’t realize you’d noticed me here. I mean I’ve noticed you but you’re gorgeous… I mean- Your clothes are gorgeous! Um they’re Gabriel right?” Marinette rolled her eyes in her thoughts. Real smooth. The hot boy blushed a little and scratched his head.

“Uh yeah I wear a lot of his stuff.”

“Wow, I love his designs. They��re so beautiful. I’m hoping that maybe one day I could work for him. I’m a fashion designer.” Marinette was ready to die. And she would have if she hadn’t kept imagining “Marinette, beloved idiot” on her headstone. She had no idea how to talk to men.

The hot boy sat down across from her and smiled.

“I know! My father is in the business and he speaks very highly of your work!” Marinette could feel her cheeks heating up.

“Um, oh you’ve heard of me?”

“Yeah! You’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I thought about talking to you a few times but you’ve always seemed really busy.”

“Oh yeah… Um this is kind of like my workspace away from work.” The hot boy grinned widely.

“I love this place! I won’t even tell my friends about this place because I’m scared it’ll get to popular.” Marinette chuckled.

“I know what you mean. My best friend is a reporter so I tell her I go to Starbucks so she doesn’t expose my secret lair.” Marinette let herself relax for a bit. She found conversation really easy with the hot boy. He was good making small talk and Marinette just kind of felt her worries trickle away. Briefly.

“So what are you working on right now?” Marinette clammed up almost immediately.

“Oh, um nothing important. It’s kind of lame, I um I don’t really want to talk about it. I’ll probably bore you to death.” And just like that Marinette was mentally kicking herself again. If he had asked her 24 hours earlier about her project she would probably have talked his ear off. She was extremely proud of her line and she was equally proud to be submitting it to Gabriel Agreste.

But here, in the present, the idea of her project made her nauseous.

“Well I heard that you’re working on a line for Gabriel Agreste.” Marinette prayed briefly to god and thanked him that she hadn’t had been sipping on her coffee when he said that.

“What!? Where did you hear that?” Marinette couldn’t look in a mirror but if she could’ve she would’ve see a jittery, crimson frinese (an inside joke between her and Alya) woman, fidgeting frantically with the collar of her blouse. And if she had looked in this mirror, not knowing that it was her, she would’ve laughed hysterically at the poor sap.

The hot boy however, was much nicer and much worse at reading social cues than Marinette.

“Oh you know, I have connections. I was actually considering attending the show your line’s gonna be featured in.” And if Marinette had an ounce of sanity left, it evaporated with that sentence.

“Oh.” Was all she could manage.

“I bet its gonna be great. I’ve heard really good things about your work.” If Marinette’s sanity hadn’t evaporated, she probably would’ve been very flattered.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” she said flatly. She was staring off into space with a dead look in her eyes. If the hot blonde boy saw her in any of the pieces she’d designed, she’d die for real.

“I guess I will! I got to get going but do you think I could come sit with you again another time?” Marinette suddenly looked at Adrien who looked very hopeful and a little embarrassed.

“Of course!” she responded. “Anytime!” The hot blonde boy grinned.

“Awesome, see ya Marinette!” He got up and walked away, giving Marinette a brief wave.

“Yeah! See ya!” The conflicting emotions in Marinette were so intense she nearly crushed the coffee cup in her hand. On the one hand, she was still freaking out about work and the hot boy was doing absolutely nothing to make her feel better. On the other hand, Marinette was also kind of freaking out because she was excited that the hoy boy wanted to hang out with her again even after she acted like a complete jackass in front of him. Marinette pulled out her phone, shaking a little (from caffeine or anxiety, who could say?) as she typed.

To: Alya

I need you to come over tonight. Bring wine. Coffee is not strong enough.

…

Making new friends always put Adrien in a better mood. He was glad he went to Dunn’s. That place was literally the best place on earth. It made him feel infinitely better no matter what was going on. Adrien thought about Marinette. She was funny and a little awkward but Adrien liked that. He got over the confident, sexy façade in his previous line of work very quickly. Not that there was anything wrong with confidence but he hated that every woman he seemed to come in contact with tried to give off the same old, “I’m gonna break your heart and you’re gonna like it” vibe.

Adrien sighed. He was thinking about his fathers offer again. He supposed he could handle events a lot easier with a friend. Maybe they could go together. He figured Marinette would be up front and center for the upcoming show. It wouldn’t be far fetched to say they could sit together. Although he supposed he’d have to fess up to who his father really was. He scrunched his nose a little at the idea. He liked that she didn’t know. It made their friendship feel more real. But maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

             He couldn’t exactly call 20 minutes of conversation over coffee friendship. Could he? He was reminded for a moment of how he became friends with Chloe.

“Is your name Adrien?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to be my friend.”

Maybe Adrien could be adventurous. Just proclaim that Marinette was his friend now. He chuckled a little at the idea. He regretted for a moment not asking for her number. At least then he wouldn’t have to wait for a happenstance meeting with his friend. But thinking on it, he couldn’t remember a single time he’d gone to Dunn’s after 5:00 pm and not seen her there. Jeez maybe it really was her work away from work.

Adrien let his mind wander as he drove back home. But the soft smile never left his lips. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Marinette. His new friend.

Next Chapter

SPOILER FOR NEXT CHAPTER:

“MARI WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW HIS NAME!”

#mlb #my fic #adrinette #coffee shop au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #crack fic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrienette

[fourteenacross]

1, 11 and 21 for the writer ask?

Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

My current big project is a kids’ fantasy novel, which is not something I thought I’d ever say. Kids’ horror? Definitely. Kids’ contemporary? Sure, why not. Kids’ fantasy? What the hell is wrong with me? It’s been kind of slow going for a couple reasons. The main big one is depression/quar, which completely killed my ability to concentrate on nearly anything for months. The other is trying to nail down how magic works and a plot hiccough that’s just big enough to derail the proceedings.

The general gist of it is this: Charlie and her family and friends are refugees who’ve fled a corrupt fantasy world. After her parents have a big fight about the use of magic in their every day lives, one of them goes missing and she realizes that he’s returned to prove a very stupid, stubborn point. While the adults are arguing about what to do next, Charlie and her two best friends decide to go rescue him themselves. 

(It is a lot more complicated than that, but it’s also, you know, a novel that I’m hoping to finish and sell one day, so I don’t want to just lay all my cards out on the table here. If you’d like to hear more about it, however, I fucking love talking about it, as my roommate can attest, haha)

(I just love these characters so much. Especially Charlie and Andy 😭)

I also have the following TAZ Amnesty WsiP open in tabs:

working title: ikea - after the end of the series, it seems like everyone is settling into the new normal except Barclay, who can’t seem to settle into the new life that’s waiting for him. Things come to a head when he and Indrid agree/are tricked into taking Aubrey and Dani to Ikea to pick out stuff for their new Earth apartment and are forced to have some Serious Discussions about their future. (This would be the last story in my already existing series)

working title: idk music? - Barclay and Indrid had a very brief, very sweet summer romance when they were teens and then meet up again in 1967 on Earth. It’s vaguely split into three chunks: 1. Meeting again interspersed with flashbacks to their Youth and getting back together; 2. The Interstitial Years, wherein Barclay has settled down and Indrid is still doing his thing but they occasionally see each other and hook up, except Barclay is getting sick of being nothing more than an occasional booty call; 3. The timeline covered in the show from the goatman arc to the finale and how they manage to fit back into each other’s lives when it counts.

working title: 1967 - Kind of turning one of the first things that grabbed me as a potential reason to ship them on its head--the Patterson-Gimlin film and the Silver Bridge collapse happened months apart. Normally, I use this as “these things happened and they met in the aftermath and bonded over it” backstory. In this one, they break up the summer before and those things happen because they’re both out of sorts from the split. It’s from Indrid’s PoV and follows him through the years up until the afternoon of the Apocalypse that wasn’t. (This is the one that I posted about where Indrid keeps claiming he’s incapable of being sentimental while also keeping every scrap of garbage in his r/v that Barclay ever so much as touched.)

working title: mementos - This fits into the series I already have going--the day after “a very merry unbirthday,” Barclay pulls out the envelope he’s kept all his mementos and memories in over the years with the intention of sharing them with Indrid that afternoon. Except he leaves the envelope on a table in the dining room and Stern mistakenly picks it up and then it becomes an elaborate plan to get it back before he realizes what he’s holding. (This is basically done and I wrote it in like, two days, which is the most I’ve written since fucking January, SO.)

(I told you, I’m going full on 2012!Kait. Just...a zillion open docs with random things written in them. It’s not a great way to be!!! But I guess it’s better than writing nothing at all, which is where I’ve been up until now!)

What do you envy in other writers?

Oh jeez, so many things. The ability to write quickly and completely. The ability to sustain momentum on a project instead of burning out over and over again. The ability to write fight scenes. The ability to describe settings. Among other things.

But mostly those first two. I wish to god I could manage to make myself put words on paper when my brain is too exhausted from bad brain stuff to think full thoughts. I could get so much done if it wasn’t for the mental illness!!!!!

Annnd I already answered 21!

#replies #anon #writing is hard

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 7

So Sokka, where’s this episode taking place again?

Excellent! Let’s get started then!

Narrator recaps the encounter with Doc Marcoh, who revealed the existence of incomplete Philosopher’s Stones (which is a great writing move, now the Brothers can be going around hunting down Imperfect Stones rather than repeated episodes of “Damnit, another fake.”), and gave the location of his research. Now fixed up, Ed and Al are off to the First Branch of the National Central Library. Whoa, was expecting a title card and got Screaming Edward instead. What’s wrong? Ah. Seems that the library’s a bit… destroyed. When did this happen? Shot of Eastern Command, Lust is commenting that “burning the entire place down was easier.” Damnit, seems they got the location out of Marcoh and removed the lead while our characters were held up at the Rockbell’s. Now Lust and Gluttony are in East City, Lust checking in on Scar. Seems Gluttony has a very keen nose, he can smell the Ishvalan. Lust confirms that Gluttony can get his snack. Still confused about the animosity between the Goths and Scar. Whatever their plans, seems it would be easier for the Goths if there were fewer State Alchemists to get in their way. Or is it more that he’s a disruptive force, a distraction for their own plans? After all, if they do need Ed for some sort of sacrifice, Scar killing him would definitely mess things up. Episode 07: “Hidden Truths” Speaking of the Ishvalan, Scar’s still in the sewers, when he notices a bunch of rats fleeing past him. Looking back, there’s a pair of glowing red eyes in the darkness. Yup, that’s Gluttony with his creepy grin. Goth vs Vigilante fight? Wow, Gluttony’s pretty fast for a hefty guy. Scar prepares his Face Grab, but it’s not an instant kill as Gluttony grabs him. Scar ends that by straight-up slicing off the Goth’s arm. Wait, no blood? Suddenly Lust comes racing up, Scar barely has a moment to be surprised before an explosion sends our view back to the surface, big cloud of smoke pouring out over a river. Seems we’ll have to wait on that fight, we’re back to Riza reporting that Scar hasn’t been seen since his attack on the Elrics. Havoc suggests that he’s not in East City anymore, but Roy hopes that isn’t the case. If it’s gotten to be too much for Central, and he closes it quickly? Then he’ll “be golden.” Huh, didn’t think you were that much of a careerist, especially after you objected to Bradley giving you the credit in the first episode. Wow, Roy doesn’t dream small, does he. Aiming right for the office of Fuhrer. Further talk’s derailed by [Soldier 1] rushing in to report an explosion on the Marl River. Nearby Military Police speculate on what caused all the rubble, as the State Alchemists examine the bloody remains of Scar’s jacket. No body though, so I’m gonna assume he’s still alive. No way he’d be axed off this soon. And may I say how happy I am that it’s “by the book” for the State Alchemists to find hard proof someone’s dead before writing them off? No “Never Found The Body” for these guys! Hey! In the crowd, it’s the Goths! Pretty brazen, sticking around with the bystanders. Lust complains that Scar got away, while Gluttony’s more concerned he didn’t get his snack. Regardless, they assume that Scar will be out of the picture for now. Lust will head back to Central to report to Father. Meanwhile, the Elrics and Armstrong are looking through the destroyed library, when they’re approached by a Second Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh. Hey, it’s two more people from the intro? Also, Ross and Brosh? Calling it now, they’re either siblings or LI’s. Ross is here to pass on an order: Armstrong is to report back to Command Center, they’ll take over supervision of the Elrics. Nooo, don’t take away The Mighty Armstrong! Ed just complains that he keeps getting saddled with bodyguards. Driving away, Ross comments that there was a woman who was well acquainted with the materials of the ex-library. Although she wasn’t working there anymore. Well, it’s more than you had a minute ago Ed, don’t diss it. Brosh seems nervous, which Al picks up on. Scared of the Giant Fanged Suit of Armor sitting across from you? Or… is it the person sitting next to you, hmmm? Nah, it’s the armor, which he asks about. The Elrics claim it’s a hobby. Really guys? That’s a lame excuse, go back to the “It’s for training” you used in the first episode. Awkwardness all around. They arrive at what looks like an apartment building, and… oh. Oh my. Look at them. Look at all those books! Did this woman make her own library or something? I want them! The Alchemists sidle through the bookshelves, Brosh wondering if there’s actually someone living in the place. Ross calls out for Miss Sheska, Al catches on to a muffled “Please help me” down an aisle to a bunch of collapsed books. Well, at least the lady saved her glasses. A moment of frantic digging later, they uncover a lady who profusely thanks them and apologizes for getting trapped under the books. Yeah, might wanna work on your shelving technique, miss. Confirming that this is the Miss Sheska they came to meet, Ed asks about her working at the library, and she flinches at that? But then she springs into a Glittering Gushing Moment ala Armstrong and Winry, about how beautiful the word “library” is and how she’s loved books her whole entire life, how working in a library was heaven! Buuuuut she kinda forgot about the “work” part, spent all her time reading and got fired. And now she needs another job to move her poor, elderly mother to a better hospital. But all she can do is read! Woe, sadness, despair! ...ok, which one of you guys stuck a gender-bent me into this show? Ed snaps Sheska out of her despair by asking about Tim Marcoh, she recalls the name from some handwritten notes stuck in a bookshelf. Nice memory! And my growing suspicion is confirmed when she just asks if they want to read them. Where do you think all these books came from, Ed? Or rather, Sheska’s got a photographic memory, she remembers the content of any book she’s ever read. So she can write the notes out for them! “Thank you bookworm” indeed! And now, a table full of notes! Lady, why are you apologizing for taking five days? I’m surprised that table’s holding up under those stacks of paper, and all that was written from memory? Alchemists, if you don’t hire this girl for your own paperwork you’re idiots. But here they are, Tim Marcoh’s notes! Or rather… recipes? Oh. Ooooooh. I get it! But our characters don’t, they just complain about coming all that way for a cook book. Come on guys, it’s chemistry! Well, maybe Ed and Al get it, because after confirming the notes are completely accurate he thanks her, gathers the notes to take back to the library, and writes out a check for Sheska from his grant funds. Which going by Ross and Sheska’s reactions (“Did he miss a decimal point somewhere?!”) is not insubstantial. Guess being a skilled State Alchemist pays well. At another building (guess by library they meant one other than the destroyed one) Brosh is asking how the cookbooks can possibly be related to Alchemy. Ed explains that due to the danger of Alchemy being misused, the research is always encrypted. Come on Brosh, aren’t you a State Alchemist too? Shouldn’t you know this? Ed and Al get cracking on the decryption, such as comparing a “green tea” recipe to the “Green Lion” of metallurgic alchemy. Other names get thrown around, like Flamel (I recognize that one!) and Lambspring. Brosh clearly is out of his league. But it seems the Elrics may be as well, collapsed on the table with glazed expressions. Al’s even faceplanted so hard his helmet horn’s gone straight through the papers into the table. The suggestion of asking Marcoh about it comes up (yyyeah, don’t think that’s gonna work out), but Ed refuses to admit defeat. Hey, Sheska! She’s stopped by to thank the Elrics for the money. Although they haven’t had any luck deciphering the notes, and she hasn’t found another job yet, she’s happy to have helped out. And Al gives her an inspiring pep talk, nice to see her smiling. Sudden Hughes bursting in to visit the Elrics, admonishes Ed for not saying “Hey” when he came back to Central. Ross and Brosh mutter in shock about how the Elrics chat with Colonel (hey, did he get a promotion?) Hughes like an old friend. Just how high up are these boys? No, seriously, how high up are they? Do they have an official rank, or what? Asking for clarification. Hughes takes a seat, complaining about their case load, and the library burning down as well. Seems all their case reports were… stored in the stacks… Miss Sheska! You’re hired! The Elrics get back to work, delving through notes (Suddenly noticed that Ed’s writing with his left hand. Hadn’t caught that before). Meanwhile, Brosh keeps up on guard duty (“I’m awake!”) and comments that they’ve been at it for ten days now. Man, Doc was pretty thorough in his coding, wasn’t he? But at least they’re dedicated- “To hell with it!” Aw, no! Don’t give up! Ross and Brosh enter to a wrecked room, books and papers scattered everywhere as the Elrics sit on the floor. Come on, you guys can’t give up now. Wait, you did crack it? You cracked the code? That’s awesome! But why the frustration, then? Why does Al sound like he’s crying? Jeez, now Ed’s going on about how it’s the devil’s research, that it should have been destroyed. What on earth was in those notes? “The main ingredient for a Philosopher’s Stone… is human life.” No. NO. You have GOT to be kidding me! Not again. Not again!

Oh, but it gets worse. Ed’s saying that to make a single Stone takes multiple human sacrifices. Wow. Just, wow. So there we go. Philosopher’s Stones are made with human sacrifice. “For what could equal the value of a human soul” indeed. Stones aren’t about amplifying the power of the Alchemist after all, they’re about drawing on the power of others. Just… using others’ life as a freaking battery! And the Military authorized research into this? They signed off on research into human sacrifice as a power source? First genocide, now this? What the Leto is wrong with these people?! *Sigh* Ok, ok. Calming down, calming down… Ed asks Ross and Brosh to not say anything. Later that night, the two Alchemists appear to meet Armstrong in a hotel, informing him that the Brothers are “holed up” in their room again, and they haven’t been eating either. Well, yeah? I mean, they just discovered that the one hope they had for restoring their bodies could only come at an inhumane cost to others. How do you think you would have reacted in their place? Well, at least Ross and Brosh seem to be keeping their promise to not reveal the secret. Unfortunately, Armstrong catches on and is not pleased with their suspicious behavior. To say the least. Sorry. Trying to be funny, but still reeling from that reveal. Inside a dark room, Al says that Ed really should get something to eat, but Ed just says no. Ed goes on to talk about how they try so hard to grasp the truth, but it always slips away. Or rather, in their search for answers they got the worst possible one. Now Ed’s saying that there’s something he’s wanted to tell Al for a while, but he’s always been too afraid to say it. “I-” *SMASH* “Elric Brothers, I know you’re in there!” Ed decides to ignore him, followed immediately by The Mighty Armstrong completely smashing his way in. Yup, Ross and Brosh couldn’t hold out against the Major, he knows what the notes said. And he’s now Crying Majestically about how the Philosopher’s Stone is built on such a terrible secret. “Imagine the military being behind something like that! Often the truth is more cruel than we bargained for!” But Ed seizes on one word out of that: “Truth.” Is he thinking about the Demon and the Door? No, he seems to be banking on Marcoh’s mention of “truth within the truth”. Ed’s convinced that there has to be more to this. Ed, please. Please don’t take up false hope now. Armstrong’s going over a map, saying there are four Alchemy Labs in Central with ties to the government, and Marcoh worked in the third. So they have a place to look for more information. Wait, hold on. You knew there was a lab in this very city that Marcoh worked at? Why didn’t you go there to look for any of his notes earlier, see if they would help with deciphering the others? Talking about how he’s visited all the laboratories before, Ed points out a crossed-out building. Seems it was designed for a fifth lab, but it currently isn’t in use since the building isn’t structurally sound. Gee, an “empty” lab, classified off-limits? That’s not suspicious at all. As for more evidence towards it, right next door is a prison. Oh, I get it! If Philosopher Stones need multiple human sacrifices to make, you’d need a source of death, which would indicate either a death-sentence prison or… a hospital… Show. Show, listen to me. With all these mentions of Sheska’s mother going to a nicer hospital? Don’t you DARE follow that thread. Ahem. Ed clues them in on the use of “executed” prisoners to make the Stone. Yeesh, “potential to become a political nightmare” is an understatement, Armstrong. He’ll look into it tonight, in the meantime the other officers are to say nothing. And the Elrics are to behave themselves! Armstrong’s in full Scary Superior Mode, knowing full well that they were planning to sneak into the building and look around. The Elrics claim innocence- -before a smash-cut to them doing that exact thing. Yep, a guard posted at an “unused” building? That’s as obvious a sign as any. Since they can’t risk the light from Transmuting a hole in the wall, they have to settle for Ed getting tossed up to the top, and making a barbed-wire rope for Ed. Thank goodness for those metal arms! Door’s blocked, how are they going to get past that. Ed sees… no. Ed, NO. Do NOT go off on your own! Aaaargh! Edward Elric, you listen to me! You suspect that this building is a base for creating Philosopher Stones? Aka that thing that people are KILLED for? You are walking right into a horror movie, DO NOT split up! But of course he does. And he leaves a [DEJECTED] Alphonse behind, crying that he didn’t ask to get too big to fit through the vents. Shame on you, Ed. Shame on you. Inside, among shadows and fog, two voices speak, identified as [66] and [48]. Prisoners? Rather mutated ones, if that’s the case based on their shadowed forms. Ed’s still skulking through the vent, commenting on how small it is… “Oh no! I just called myself a tiny little pipsqueak!” While funny, this is not the time! Be quiet! Breaking out into a hallway, he notes that there are lights on. Yep, definitely “not currently in use”. Outside Al’s worried that Ed’s taking a while. Uh oh, looks like one of the Mutants on the roof, with a big knife. I mean, that won’t hurt Al, right? Right?! Aaaand end credits. Damn it! Ok, well this was one heck of an episode. Learning the secret of Philosopher Stones? The return of “souls as batteries”? That was not a pleasant surprise. If one good thing has come out of this, it’s that I am increasingly convinced this is the prelude to a State Alchemist Revolt. First being used by your government to commit genocide, now learning that the authorities are committing human sacrifice to increase their power? I look forward to Roy, Riza, Armstrong and the others standing up against this injustice. A pity that this is the final nail in the “Fuhrer Bradley is a Bad Guy” coffin, I liked his personality. But I don’t care what kind of excuse he’s gonna use for all of this, this government needs to go down. Should make for an enjoyable fight at least, Bradley’s super-speed against our guys. Post-Credits “There were once two men who knew more of bloody blades than human sympathy. They snuffed out life, laughing as their weapons flew. Now, they guard the darkness, hollow shells of the villains they once were. Next time, on Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood-” Episode 08: “The Fifth Laboratory” “There are those who find pleasure only in battle, who feel alive only during a fight. They are coming soon… with blood on their hands.”

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 7

[maknaesdancersrappers]

[2 / 2] You feel butterflies when you see them, especially if they touch you.

read [1 / 2 ] first here

After the whole picture taking process (plus retaking them after remembering the absence of a corsage and boutonniere your mothers had stored in the fridge to keep them fresh,) your mom drops the two of you off at prom.

He takes care of your tickets at the registration booth and you’re lowkey enjoying all the swooning looks he’s getting as he politely smiles at everyone who greets him or passes by.

“Are you confessing?” You nearly screamed at how Joohyun crept up behind you like that.

“Jeez, you look great, too.” You scowl, “And can you please get off my back about confessing? It’s not happening - at least tonight.”

She sighs, “Fine, but at least slow dance with him? There are good songs on the playlist for it. You two look amazing, by the way, have fun tonight.”

Jaehyun returns by your side just as Joohyun leaves, “Let’s head in?”

You’re amazed at how the prom committee was able to transform the gym into a whole new place. There were silk curtains covering all the posters and slogans of the school, draped along the walls from the center where a disco ball hangs with fairy light weaved into them and bouquets of flowers perched on the hoops to hide them. The whole court had been carpeted which would be a bitch to clean out if anybody spills anything on, but it made walking in high heels easier.

You and Jaehyun find your table with your friends already seated.

“Ah, the couple of the table.” Mingyu exclaims, bringing the attention towards you and you knew it was best not to deny his teases because it’ll only get worse.

Aside from you, Minkyung was the only female at the table and she looked so happy to see you. Jaehyun helps you to your seat before occupying the last one.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I absolutely hate Yebin for bailing out on us.” She whines, pulling you closer, “I suddenly wish I had a date.”

“You could have chosen anyone here, sis.” Mingyu gestures to the other boys seated but Minkyung flips him off.

“If I had a date, maybe I wouldn’t have been on the same table as you. I’m only here for [Y/N] and Jungwoo.”

Before the twins could start fighting, you distract her by complimenting her dress. “Kyung, you look beautiful. I’m sure the other dress couldn’t compare to this one.”

Up until last night, Minkyung couldn’t decide between two drastically different dresses—but the fiery red mermaid gown she had complimented her dyed black hair beautifully. “I’m beautiful? Have you seen yourself? You’re fucking gorgeous, [Y/N]! Has Taeyong seen you yet?”

“Taeyong? Why are you asking? I haven’t seen him.”

She rolls her eyes, “[Y/N], he paid 300 to get a date with you for a reason.”

“He didn’t have to pay for a date, I would have considered if he just asked.”

“Maybe if you weren’t surrounded by giants,” She leaned forward, across your seat to glare at Jaehyun, pressing you back on your chair, “He wouldn’t be so intimidated.”

He laughs, “In defense of said giant surrounding [Y/N], I’m not always with her.”

You motion for her to move back to her own space, “Besides, who finds him intimidating?”

Minkyung looks at you like you had said something incredibly stupid, “You know what, whatever. Just try and find Taeyong, if he offers to dance with you, then do it. Get to know him a little before he avails that date.”

You passively agree even though you didn’t have any intention of doing so, grabbing the water filled wine glass in front of you to take a sip from.

“That’s not fair!” Mingyu interjects, “Jaehyun didn’t get a pre-date with Jangmi.”

His sister gives him a sarcastic smile, “Well, he could have if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Either way, dear brother of mine, it’s all up to [Y/N].”

Jungwoo clears his throat, never liking any hostility between the siblings and derailed the topic to something about the interior. Luckily for him, the twins take the bait and entertained him, even dragging the other two boys, Sicheng and Seokmin, into the conversation. That left you to your thoughts while Jaehyun looked around, mindlessly nodding at what your friends were saying.

He was uncharacteristically silent as he bobs his head to the soft music. If you really knew him, you’d know he’s nervous - but for what reason?

You know your mom told you to have fun, but Jaehyun is making it really hard - was he looking for Jangmi? The thought makes you feel sick and that fact makes you hate yourself; you have no reason to be jealous because you’re just his best friend and at this point, you don’t want to confess which basically means you don’t want to be anything more than friends.

The program starts and everyone’s attention is directed to the center of the makeshift dance floor where Doyoung (of course) introduces the school principal for the opening remarks. Every word uttered through the mic and speakers surrounding the room went into one ear and out the other, your mind is absolutely blank as you stare down at your hands on your lap. You only snap out of it when a large hand comes from the side and holds yours, but you don’t even dare look at him.

“Are you okay?”

There they are again; the butterflies winding up their wings before they take flight in the confines of your stomach as they sense Jaehyun’s presence in their territory. “Yeah,” You shrug him off, “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

After he pulls his hand away, you feel cold suddenly. You compose yourself and remind yourself about your mother’s words; have fun tonight.

So you will.

As the night goes on with the food served and multiple performances happening, you were able to loosen up; mostly because Minkyung and Jungwoo kept your mind off of Jaehyun. You’re suddenly thankful that he wasn’t actually your date so you’re not obligated to interact with him, and either way, he and Mingyu are talking about something that’s making laugh - and that was good.

“We’re free to dance on the floor right? Should we?” Jungwoo eyes the empty dance floor as a band plays on the stage.

“No.” You automatically respond, earning a look of judgement from Minkyung.

“Yes!” She exclaims, grabbing both you and Jungwoo before dragging you out of your seats with a gleeful giggle.

You tried to grab on to Jaehyun for help, but your hand merely grazed his shoulder as you’re literally whisked away. At the dance floor, other people have jumped into the idea of dancing already and in no time, it was filled with dancing students; bouncing on their feet at the lively music. You did promise to have fun, so a little dancing wouldn’t hurt.

A little while later, the rest of your table joins the three of you and your little dance circle moves around each other for a few songs; you’re all laughing and you’re genuinely enjoying yourself. Eventually, the group slowly disperses; either finding other friends to dance with or taking a break and like always, you end up alone with Jaehyun.

“Are you feeling any better?” He leans down to your ear and tries to speak over the loud music.

“Ye-”

You’re cut off by the music dying and Joohyun’s voice coming through the speakers: “I think it’s time to slow things down. So everybody grab a partner, couples or friends,” You can sense her shooting you eyebrow raises as she says this, “and enjoy the the first slow dance of the evening.”

As the music picks back up with a soft piano intro, you watch everyone around you pair up and when you turn around, Jaehyun is looking at you with equal surprise.

His ears are tinged pink as he offers you a shrug, “Do you wanna sit this one out?”

“I-” In the corner of your eyes, you see Miyoung and Sora with their dates close off the possible exit routes you could have taken and you wanted to flip them off while they inconspicuously smile at you like they were innocent. “Don’t think we can leave even if we tried.”

He glance around and nods, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. So,” he holds out his hand to you.

You take it after a quiet sigh and immediately at the touch, the butterflies are at it again. You step closer to him and place your other hand on his shoulder while his goes to your back, just below where your skin is exposed. You wished you weren’t wearing heels because now you’re practically eye to eye with him.

He’s unusually quiet again; he’s just leading you to the slow beat of the song and looking away, only meeting your eyes when you faced him.

You’ve always known about the darker brown specs in his eyes, but why does it look different now?

“[Y/N], your eyes are blown out. Are you really okay?” He quietly asks, his brows just furrowing together in the middle.

“I…” For a moment, you consider confessing and it felt so easy to say the words; they were sitting right at the tip of your tongue.

I’m in love with you.

“[Y/N]?”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips rather than the words you thought of. “It’s… the heels. They just hurt now.”

“Oh.” He says as if it suddenly made sense, “Then let’s get you seated, yeah?”

You motionlessly agreed, allowing him to guide you through the crowd with your hands interlocked until you’re back at your table and he’s sitting you down. Jungwoo and Sicheng are there, chowing down on the excess desserts the buffet had.

Jaehyun glances to the side and you follow his sight; it was Jangmi, watching the crowd while the couple she was with were clearly flirting with one another.

You lick your lips, “You should… ask her to dance.”

He looks back at you, confused, “You’ll be okay here? You don’t want me to get you ice or something?”

This makes you snort, “My feet hurt, yeah, but I don’t I’m actually sprained. I’ll be up and dancing in a bit. Jangmi just looks like she needs to be saved.”

And she really does; being an unintentional third wheel to a completely oblivious, flirty couple must suck,

“Alright. I’ll be back.”

You watch him go off and make his way over to Jangmi, offering his hand to her. She says something that makes him laugh and your chest starts to constrict when they walk over to the dance floor to look for a place to dance. You wanted to tear your eyes away from them, but it was too late because you caught them smiling and your head is coming up with all the possible dialogues they can be talking about.

He wasn’t smiling when you two were dancing.

Abruptly, you stand up and turn to leave, but Sicheng asks you where you’re going.

“Restroom.” You answer, pushing your seat back under the table and walking away.

The hallway was colder than the gym when you stepped past the doors, taking only a second to breathe in before heading towards the restrooms. But when you reach the door with the ladies’ placard on it, you hesitate. Instead, you strode towards the exit and shivered the moment you opened the doors. You’re bound to get sick, except the cold night was way better than the gym that felt too congested.

Before you walk down the steps, you bend down to remove your heels and moan at the relief your feet cried out. You pace down the steps without knowing where to go or what to do. The music in the gym is so loud, you could still hear and identify the song from where you stood. As you stroll along the side of the building; barefoot and your heels in hand, you hug yourself when a breeze passes by.

You can’t help but wonder, with the song playing back to something more upbeat, if they were still dancing together. It does hurt to see them together, but a large part of you doesn’t regret suggesting it. You’re starting to think it’s better Jaehyun ends up with her because it’ll be easier for you to get over him or at least push them aside long enough to forget your feelings.

“[Y/N]?” A voice calls out and you turn to see Taeyong walk over to you. He just had some slacks and a button down on with a shiny pair of black shoes. “What are you doing out here?”

“Fresh air… what are you doing out here?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Fresh air. You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“I guess you could say that… Prom isn’t as fun as I thought it was.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to go.” Taeyong scoffs, throwing his head back and you watch his hair move accordingly to his actions. “But mom said it was a once in a lifetime so,”

“Funny, that’s what my mom said, too.” You assess his features; Taeyong was incredibly handsome, compared to Jaehyun, he had sharper and defined features, “Hey, why did you… try and win the auction?”

“Why not? You sound like cool girl. We never had classes together so I got curious about you and wanted to meet you.”

“You could have easily approached me instead of paying hundreds for some date.”

He whistles, “Well, if you didn’t have a guard dog, I would have.”

“Guard do- Jaehyun’s not a guard dog.”

“Prince charming, then?” You can’t miss the sad glint in Taeyong’s eyes. When you try to deny, he cuts you off, “Whatever it is then, it makes it really hard to approach you.”

“He’s just protective - he always is… since we were young. He’s probably not aware he’s doing it.” You chuckle, hugging yourself tighter when another breeze picks up and sends shivers down your back.

“I’d offer you a jacket, but,” Taeyong gestures to his body and you nod.

“No, it’s fine.”

He hums, “I might have a sweater in my locker actually. It won’t match your outfit, but at least you’ll be warm, right? Let me go get it.”

“You don’t have to.” You say just before another breeze and your teeth literally chattered, “Okay, fine, I greatly appreciate it - but, I don’t really wanna go inside yet.”

“You sure? Then I’ll be quick.” He promises, jogging past you and towards the doors.

Without even a minute passing by, something soft comes over your shoulders. “That was fast-” You turn and almost gasped. “Jaehyun?”

He was standing there with the same concerned look etched onto his face and it took you awhile to realize he wasn’t wearing his coat anymore and had it draped on your shoulders. “Taeyong told me you were out here.”

“Oh.”

Jaehyun sighs, sounding fairly disappointed, “You’re clearly not okay, [Y/N]. I know I can’t force you to tell me what it is, but I’m here if you need anything.”

“I know,” You mumble, “I know you’ll be there. You always are… I guess I’m just having an off night. Probably almost my time of the month.” You try to cover your lie with a laugh. “It’s nothing.”

“Well,” He frowns, “Do you wanna go home?”

“I’ll go home, you should stay. I don’t wanna ruin your prom experience all because I got moody.” You start to remove his coat off of you but he stops you.

“I’m not going back in there and party knowing you’re not okay.” He argues, “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s you over anything.”

“I’ll print it out and hang it over my bed or have it tattooed one day!” You didn’t mean to snap at him, regretting your tone after seeing him flinch, “You can’t and won’t always choose me over anything. I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. I can’t think straight inside for some reason. Let me go home alone, Jae, I already ruined your prom experience for not even making it through a damn song-”

“Is that why you stormed out? You think you ruined my first slow dance or something?” Jaehyun grabs your hand and waist, “That’s easy to remedy. You’re not wearing your heels anymore.”

You blink up at him, “Here? Seriously?”

“No one’s around and we can still hear the music inside.” Of course the song playing is another slow dance song. “So?”

Maybe you could salvage the night, accepting his offer and pretend for a few minutes that everything is okay. His touch is nice and warm, perfect against the cold air that had been brutal over your skin. You lean in further until your cheek is on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re always… looking after me, taking care of me… you deal with my moody and bitchy ass and all my sarcasm- I… I don’t get how you do it.”

He pulls away from you when he hears your voice crack, wiping a tear from your eye before it ruined your makeup. “[Y/N]... I love you.”

It felt like time stopped for you; it’s so dead silent outside aside from the bass thumping from the gym that you couldn’t have possibly misheard him. This couldn’t be a confession from him.

Time resumes and Jaehyun continues, “You’re my best friend. All that you mentioned is as easy as breathing to me. That’s why I keep telling you ‘you over anything’ because… I can’t be happy if you aren’t.”

Your heart drops, of course it’s too good to be true. “I’m not happy if you aren’t either.”

Jaehyun gives you a soft, easy smile and you return it, pretending it had the same meaning as his. And it seems that’s what you’ll be doing for awhile - pretend your heart isn’t shattered as he gives you a brief hug and take your heels from you, pretend you don’t want to hold his hand when he covers your own, and pretend that you never had feelings from him from the start as he takes you home.

the fourteenth sign

#nct scenarios #jaehyun scenarios #14WTKYIL

[bradfordarchive]

true or false | self para

The screech of a train can swallow a scream, if you time it right.

Not just a feeble one, either. Full bodied. The kind that curls your toes, has you imagining them sprouting talons, and rooting in the dirt to keep you from keeling.

Sometimes, when Bradley screamed like that, she imagined her hair floating around her, live in static -- sparking, to the touch. She imagined somebody trying to reach their hand out, and frying a finger no sooner had they poked a strand. Skin pruning, and cooking, charring to the point that you could taste the smell in the back of your throat. A slither of human steak, grisly between your molars. Hannibal Lecter’s favourite appetiser.

The first time Bradley rode all the way to the end of a subway line, she was thirteen. Trains never stopped running, which irritated Bradley. Didn’t they ever get fucking sick of it? Of going in circles? Didn’t they ever just want to snap and derail, even if it meant taking everyone on board with them? Especially then?

As the carriage rattled, index poking a mulch of gum into the shape of a human brain, Bradley thought about the fact it had probably belonged to somebody making an evening commute from work. Somebody that cut their sandwiches into triangles, and packed them up in Tupperware. Somebody committed to a meal plan, and game nights on Thursdays, and parting their hair down the side with a fine toothed comb.

By the time she set foot onto the platform, she’d squished it into an unrecognisable splodge beneath her thumb. Pictured it stringing away red, and elastic, a disgusting sop of organ she could stretch out and play hopscotch with.

She’d hadn’t been able to think about anything that didn’t end in blood, since she realised her mother’s draws were empty and her shoes were gone. 

“Kid?”

Kid.

Bradley kept kicking her boots out. Turning a lighter in hand, with eyes lined dark like a raccoon. Kohl pencil, ringed six times and intentionally left messy. She wanted to be ugly. She wanted to look like a dark alley where you can only make out teeth.

“You can’t sit there, kid.”

‘Lyss is gone, kid. She didn’t want us, any more. You weren’t enough to make her stay.

“Kid, you fuckin’ deaf?” Shaking his hands from his pockets across the platform, a beanie clad stranger straightened. “Said you can’t sit there. Cut it with the smokes, too. What’re’ya, twelve? Y’want cancer?”

“Yeah, old man, I want fucking cancer,” Bradley sniped back, the verbal equivalent of an inky full stop punched down by a type writer. Black, and messy, and bleeding. She’d swallow it, if she could. Taste how angry it was on the way down. See if it put a finish to all the words in her stomach, so she could finally shit them out and be done with them: ‘stop’, and ‘please’, and ‘don’t’.

'I’ and ‘love’ and ‘you’.

‘Stay’ and ‘please’ and ‘please’ and ‘please’ and--

“Y’think you’re tough shit, huh? Jeez’ oh Lou. Cancer or not, y’can’t sit there.” 

Bradley had another drag on her cigarette. She’d watched her mother enough to know how to inhale them properly, and she did it the same way -- chin tipped up, ribs frozen as they held it just to spite the bastards down in corporate. Lungs, suited up and fiddling with cuff links. Fuck them, anyway. Who needs them, anyway. Anyway, anyway, anyway.

Something about trains soothed her and made her angry, all at once. 

Apparently realising he wasn’t going to get through to her, he took a different approach. Softened his edges, a little.

“How old are you, kid?”

Instantly, her head snapped in his direction. Maybe he thought he’d got somewhere, by the smile that twitched to life, Frankenstein’s limb reanimated by a sparking prong. Maybe he thought he’d broken through. 

“Why’d you wanna know, fucker? Are you a fucking paedophile?”

Visibly shocked, he held up his hands in surrender.

In fact, he didn’t even say anything when she slipped down from the platform edge and started walking the tracks.

By the time Bradley had leveraged herself into the desired spot, a boot firm on a protruding brick and black nails braced to pull her upright, she’d started thinking about it again. Sitting there, on the two story roof of a vacant building, overlooking the tracks, she couldn’t think about anything but.

Her eyes shut, and she ignored distant sirens as she went through a mental checklist. It had only been a week, but she’d reviewed it so much that the corners were dogeared -- yellowing, even. The paper could barely be spread flat, for fear it would tear.

True or false: you own a toy train set.

She kept her eyes closed tight, as she lifted her hand, swiping at a dribble of vodka on her chin. She’d wriggled a small bottle out of the pocket of her black duffel, stolen from a local convenience store.

True or false: sometimes, you’d lie flat on your belly to watch it go by, up close. Sometimes you wanted it to catch your nose. You dared it to. 

True or false: the windows on the steam engine looked like breadcrumbs. You could hardly make out the people inside it, but you counted them all to a head. Eleven, to a carriage. Twelve, if you counted a smudge to the far left. It looked more ghost than person.

True or false: this ghost has always been your favourite. Sometimes, you used to call it mom. You can’t bring yourself to, any more.

Mentally stuttering, a black moth caught inside of a net curtain, Bradley swigged again from her vodka. Coughed, under her breath, and ignored the sound of a train coming.

True or false: the last time you played with the train, you heard voices.

True or false: this is a memory, not a dream.

This was the part where it got tricky. This was the part where she stopped knowing which box to check.

True or false: the voices came in snippets.

“--saying it’ll be cleaner. No fuss. Grab it, will you?”

Bradley kept her eyes shut. She had to keep her eyes shut.

“Just clean it up. Just grab it, and get it out of here.”

The rail lines were squealing. She could hear a pigeon cooing, overhead, and all she wanted to do was grab a stone and hurl it. Shut it up. Shut up everything.

True or false: there was a set of shoes poking out from behind the door. Something was troubling about them -- some niggling thought floating at the back of your mind. They were sticking out from behind the wood like a door stop.

This part of the list was the point where she usually wanted to stop. She usually couldn’t continue. 

True or false: they were your mother’s shoes. 

She was holding the bottle so tight that her shoulders were shaking. It felt like something was trying to hatch, inside of her, and she kept swallowing the hands that scrabbled towards an exit. Sometimes, when she drank enough, she could feel it rapping fists at the backs of her teeth, knocking for the world to finally let it out.

Unleash me. Give in, and unleash me. Accept it. Accept what you already know. 

True or false: they were your mother’s shoes, and somebody limp was wearing them.

The screech of a train can swallow a scream, if you time it right.

Not just a feeble one, either. Full bodied. The kind that curls your toes, has you imagining them sprouting talons, and rooting in the dirt to keep you from keeling.

As it came barrelling by, the scream Bradley let out was so loud, she thought maybe the sky would split. She thought maybe the world would tear a hole, and she’d fall right through it.

Some questions are better when you pretend you don’t know the answer.

Like true or false.

Like memory or dream.

Like would you care, if you fell through the hole? Would you even fight it?

#self para #huntingtontask002 #grief tw #paedophilia mention #tht one she literally jst. calls a man tht it doesnt go beyond tht at all or anything #shes jst :/ a 13 yr old menace #alcoholism tw #trauma tw #death tw #suicide idealisation tw #depression tw #idk hw i feel abt this bt. wanted to get smthn up fr the task....... so posts it anyway #cancer mention #again jst brief n verbal

[nurseconscience]

THE MUN WATCHES. The Resident - 2xx09 - The Dance - MID SEASON FINALE.

Okay. Here we go. HERE WE GO.

I AM SO READY FOR THIS.

Okay at first I thought this was like a hallucination scene but it is not. ....What the fuck are you doing. What the fuck, Pravesh. I 1000% like Julian right now. All of her reactions are good. Do not make her the reason for your marriage not happening. Go, Julian!

Mina’s dress already looks AMAZING. And I see Nic’s blue dress from the previews. Aaaayyyeeeee.

THE COMMUNITY CLINIC. Damn. This shit is happening fast. I love this whole scene so far. Nic and Mina are dropping those numbers. They have thought this through and are badasses. Take care of your community. <3 Also, Nic watching Marshall closely and then Marshall collapsing. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. :( Don’t let her future father-in-law die. <3 I really do love him. I don’t think he is as bad as Conrad says. Either he’s gotten better or Conrad had child/mom pref. blinders on.

He has Crohn’s? I have a lot of friends with it. 

Marshall looking at Nic and going ‘They’re ganging up on meeee’. I adore him liking Nic. It’s so cute. 

LAWL. HODAD’s lawyer makes me laugh. I hate him but also he speaks my language of sass and sarcasm.

Um. You want Lane to get off ( .....again... ) Like a doctor that RAPED his patients? I take everything back.. I really do hate him.

Ugh. QuoVadis. Fuck this place. 

I am SO HERE for Julian being short and pissy at her job. I really do love her. I always loved her I just didn’t like what they were doing with her in regards to Devon. Like...I do enjoy their chemistry but I am not here for her being the reason that Devon and fiancee don’t work out.

‘I can heeeeaaar you.’

#Bless Marshall Winthrop

MARSHALL JUST GLARIN’ AT HODAD. SO FUNNY.

And his loveliness with Nic. Just. 

NIC. “Talk to your dad like you talk to all of your patients.”

CONRAD THINKS HIS DAD LEFT HIS MOM AND HIS DAD JUST SAID THE OPPOSITE AND PAUSED AFTER CONRAD ‘CORRECTED’ HIM. I SMELL LIES. I SMELL MARSHALL PROTECTING HIS SON’S MEMORY OF HIS MOTHER.

‘I don’t want to be a burden.’ ‘You do not have to take care of me.’

I just.......... MARSHALL.

omg. Irving and Bradley. I love them.

JULIAN PLAYIN NANCY DREW.

GUYS. I am so worried they are going to murder Julian.

Oh look. The lab that existed is now gone again. IMAGINE THAT

SHOCKING.

The Raptor is so good at dealing with people even if he doesn’t want to be. lol 

Awwwwww. Marshall turns to Nic to explain things.

LAWL. “Anybody but Bell.” HOW CAN YOU HATE HIM. LMFAO. BEAUTIFUL.

oh wow. Marshall listed Conrad as his medical proxy and Conrad is freaking out. I love that Nic is just calm about all this and is not letting Conrad derail himself or try and get out of his reasoning to not be it. 

Irving doing a magic trick. Bless this man. “Is losing your sense of humor part of the marriage vows?” // “I’ll be by the elevators. Pacing.”

Is Devon’s mother telling him to just marry Priya?? Please no. [ My sister watched some c-drama last night and at one point this guy was guilted to get engaged the younger sister of his former best friend {or rather one of his group of close friends; she died in a car accident and he was driving). The younger sister was in love with him and tried to kill herself because he didn’t like her. So then the family and a mutual friend basically guilted him into getting engaged to her because she was going to kill herself otherwise INSTEAD OF GETTING HER MENTAL HELP. NO. LET US JUST MAKE THIS GUY THAT HAS NO FEELINGS FOR HER MARRY HER. ] okay good. She was not.

Oh god. Is that FDA guy going to be in the pocket of her work? Julian worry level is increasing.

Oh shit. ......Maybe HODAD will want her killed? Because QuoVadis is about to have a whistle blown on them......

Awwwww. Is Conrad going to ask Raptor/Mina to do his dad’s surgery?? Because that would be super cute. I would love that. 

There are so many cute Nic moments in this episode. GOD. I NEED NIC AND CONRAD TO HAVE A BABY. Can’t tell if it is just me or Nic. Either way feeling a bit baby crazy. 99% sure that it is Nic going baby crazy.

Look at my babiessssss. They both look so lovely. ‘We don’t have to leave right away.’ Good Nic. I love her encouraging Conrad to be with his dad. That is a NOICE suit. OH. OOOOOHHHH. HERE IT COMES. ‘Do you want the truth?’

Oh shit. Mommy fell in love with the neighbor. This is some Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time stuff right here. Awwwwwwwwwwwwww. Marshall is making me want to cry. He is so loving and understanding of his dead wife even though they had their differences.. GOD. I LOVE THIS MAN. A+. THEY BETTER NOT KILL HIM. I WILL RIOT.

“I’m glad you came back.”

CONRAD JUST SAID I LOVE YOU TO HIS FATHER.

MARSHALL’S LIP WOBBLING. 

THESE GUYS AND THEIR FEELS. MY HEART.

.....................

I called it.

Julian why would you announce who you were meeting. Especially if it is the FDA. This was all covert. Don’t say that shit out loud. That is how you get murdered.

75% of the way done and I am SO FUCKING PLEASED.

But now I am worried I have been lulled into a false sense of security....

Julian I am 100% with you, babe.

NO. NO SHE IS NOT A TEAM PLAYER. YOU ARE RIGHT. BECAUSE YOU A LIAR.

I’m sorry. Did Nic just say she doesn’t want kids? Conrad also looked SUPER surprised at that declaration. She keeps lighting up when around children or interacting with them. She is so freaking good with them. WHAT IS THIS. 

Is this because of the miscarriage?                  I know she said something about currently having to take care of Jessie but she can’t use her sister as an excuse. I’m thinking Nic has some PTSD from the miscarriage. It is very common and super not talked about. I know she has a lot of things going on. Probably a lot of pent up feelings. Her mom dying when Nic was young, Jessie and her drug problems, the miscarriage, Conrad and his frustrating problems with opening up.  But the last few episodes it seems like Nic is pretty happy but as we all know depression is easy to hide from others. And we saw that panic attack at Halloween. Definitely anxiety to some degree.

omg. Irving. ‘Hey guys. any of you seen Devon?’ Not good.

I am not okay with any of this. Devon is that guy that I hate. Like. How dare you do this to her on this day. ‘Why did you wait until now to tell me?’ 

‘you have humiliated me. and you think this little speech gets you off the hook?’

I give Priya 100% permission to murder her ex-fiancee.

SO. How the fuck is this going to go over when he goes downstairs and tells them he is calling it off?

Oh no. The dad is going to have a complication post-surgery isn’t he? Is it because of Mina rushing at that one point? Jeez. They are laying on the parallel between him and Marshall thick.

OH GOD.

MARSHALL.

NO. GET HIM SURGERY RIGHT NOW.

FUCK IS HODAD GOING TO BE THE ONLY ONE ON CALL RIGHT NOW????

Because if not, FUCK.

......FUCKING HELL.

MOTHER FUCKER. AND NIC HAD THEM TURN OFF THEIR PHONES. GOD DAMN IT

HODAD YOU KILL HIM I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU.

AND NOW JULIAN IS GOING TO DRIVE INTO A DITCH SOMEWHERE

Why is everyone still chilling at the not-wedding???? TURN YOUR PHONES BACK ON. TURN THEM ON RIGHT NOW.

IT IS TIME TO RIOT.

JESUS CHRIST

Yes, Julian you are being followed. Maybe she pretends to crash her car? Or not. She legit ran off the road. Fuck.

Okay but....Nic and Conrad dancing together with no music was super sweet and I am pissed that nice moment was ruined but HIS DAD BETTER NOT DIE. AND WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT NIC NOT WANTING KIDS RIGHT NOW.

Preview: Okay. So it looks like HODAD shares a look with Conrad from the operating suite. and it looks like a not good one...but then there is another clip that looks like Conrad at his dad’s bed post surgery??? HE BETTER LIVE. 

#☤ ┊ THE MUN WATCHES. / ◜ ❝ too many shows to little time ❞◞ #the resident #the resident spoilers #I AM SO EXCITE

[lore-a-lie]

Chapter 1: Her Threads Dividing Heaven From Hell

Daily Life

Kaede opened her eyes to the sound of her door sounding on the verge of breaking rather than the announcement, so sleep must have won out after all at some point. She shot from the bed to open it while it was still in one piece and became smothered by something big and warm for her efforts.

“GONTA IS SO HAPPY KAEDE’S NOT DEAD!”

Well, that answers who has her trapped in a bear hug right now at least.

“Umm. Yes. I’m not. That may change in a bit if you can’t let go a little but I’m definitely alive right now.”

“OH. Whoops, Gonta is sorry. Gonta came by because he got worried, Gonta was asking the others why you hadn’t come to breakfast yet and Kokichi said it cuz you were too busy being dead.”

“... Excuse me?”

“Well Kiyo said you might be talking to Shuichi’s hat, but Kokichi insisted you were so sad you just died of loneliness. Like his bunny.”

“... What?” (Should I be happy Kokichi chose to make it sound less like I lost my mind or committed suicide over a boy I knew for only a few days or offended he put this idea in Gonta’s head at all?)

“Everyone will be so happy to see you fine!”

And with that and little that could be said to stop him Gonta “escorted” Kaede to the dining hall like a true gentleman should. If it was more socially acceptable to practically to carry the “lady” in question somewhere she wasn’t really going in the first place. Inside she found evidence of Kirumi in the kitchen, Kibo having an argument with Kokichi about his robophobia, and Korekiyo sitting further apart eating on his own. Somehow. Without taking off his mask or undoing the zipper. No time to get distracted though.

“Hello everyone! As you can see I’m not dead, nor have I lost my mind and taken to talking to inanimate objects. So what’s been going on?”

“Well Kibo’s here so you are still totally talking to an object right now but okay, we’ll pretend to believe you! It’s not like you’ve ever lied to us before or anything.” It was hard to tell if the grin on Kokichi’s face as he spoke was one of mockery or malice considering his words, but the reminder stung all the same.

“I am not an object! I just finished explaining that-”

“And I wasn’t listening. Obviously. We’re still just waiting for everyone else to show up, and I was thinking it was pretty weird for us to be up soooo early and ready to plan while our “Leader” moped in her room over some emo murderer some more.”

“Huh? That’s not what you told Gonta-”

Korekiyo chose to interrupt Gonta’s confusion to try and smooth over the conversation without Kokichi’s excuses or lies derailing things. “It’s good to see you are doing better at any rate. And as it sounds like my own suggestion has been misconstrued I merely offered that you had taken our friend’s hat with you with the intent to use it as a coping mechanism to help you through your grief. Briefly as we’ve known each other you two had connected rather strongly, what happened to him was very traumatic, and you were clearly distraught. Belittling any chosen methods to help you deal with your loss or questioning your mental health were never my intentions. There are far less conventional means of doing so after all and no one should judge you for mourning the loss of a life. Particularly one who helped save all of our own in a way.” Kokichi flinched a little at the cold glare Korekiyo directed at him as he finished.

“Are you feeling better this morning Kaede? Can I get you anything? Is there anything you’d like for breakfast?” Kirumi came out of the kitchen with a cart stacked with food and began to effortlessly lay out the filled dishes on the table without breaking her concerned eye contact with Kaede.

“No, I… Thank you for your concern but I’ll be okay. Maybe something simple like pancakes? Only if you’re already planning on making something, I don’t want you to feel you have to do anything.”

The pancakes helped give some sense of normalcy and were easily the best she’d ever had, but if grandma ever asked after all this was over she’d still have to say hers were the best. She took a seat between Korekiyo and Kokichi as she waited for the others to arrive. Miu arrived a few minutes later and made a beeline for Kibo’s side where they started animatedly talking about something. Hopefully work safe. It sounded like it might be about making upgrades to some of Kibo’s features, since for an Ultimate he is rather underwhelmingly normal and now they really have the time to help change that.

It was after Angie came springing in that Korekiyo had eaten enough to go back to “Professor” mode and give a lecture about the cultural trivia and origins related to their food, though only Kaede and Kirumi paid it any attention. Kokichi was more focused on trying to get a reaction out of Kibo and Miu over anything he could, which proved as effective as it was amusing for him.

Benefits of sitting close to the two creepiest kids of this hodgepodge group of friends: the not-so-local religious zealot can’t ask you to join her cult and both love the sound of their own voices so much there’s little pressure to do much talking yourself so you can just focus on eating and breathing and trying to get the images of that godforsaken trial or Rantaro’s corpse out of your head for a few minutes of peace.

After Angie came Kaito, Ryoma, and Maki. Kaito must have tried dragging both of them here, but since Ryoma is here he was likely only a token effort while Maki looked ready to kill something. (Maybe she’s so good with kids because she scares them too much for them to risk giving her trouble but not enough to the point she stops being “cool”? She does look kinda badass right now, in a scary sorta way.)

Tsumugi, Himiko, and Tenko were next, which was a bit odd for a girl as energetic as Tenko to be so late.

Once everyone was together it was time to start planning on what everyone was going to do. The day before everyone finished exploring all of the newly unlocked areas. Tenko even set up a little poolside date for most of the girls and Kibo. Maki wanted to stay in her lab again instead and Miu was too busy due to a project Kaede asked her about so she pushed for Kibo to go in her place. (No one really knew what to make of these memories about the Ultimate hunt either since Rantaro was no longer with us.)

“Has anyone else watched those tablets the Monokubs gave us? I tried to but when saw that I got someone else’s I stopped so I didn’t see the whole thing.” (What? More tablets? When? Why?)

“Kaito got one too? Atua said the one Angie got would mean nothing to her, so I just started trying to incorporate it into a sculpture instead for now. Since damaging it was said to be against the rules.”

“Wait what do you mean you got someone else’s? Mine had my name plainly written on it but it wasn’t anything special.” Tsumugi sounded very confused, almost concerned, by this turn of events. But even she knew what was being talked about, which was more than Kaede could say. (I better fix that then.)

“I didn’t see anything when Gonta got me this morning, what are you guys talking about?”

“What, really Kaede? We all get motives delivered beyond our doorstep and you can’t even get ahold of yourself enough to even notice? Jeez, some “Leader” you are-”

“OI, watch it you brat! Besides if these are motives it might’ve been for the best most of us didn’t fucking see ‘em.”

Kibo was quick to latch onto this idea. “I agree with Kaito! If they are truly intended as “motive videos” for us I think the easiest way to protect ourselves from this threat is to ignore them.”

“Oh come on, it’s because they’re motives that we need to know what’s on them all! If we don’t check ‘em we’ll have no idea what we’re up against. Especially if not all these videos have a one to one switch, who knows who’s seen what by now! Doesn’t take much to lie about this ya’know.”

“You are suggesting we all divulge the contents of whatever video we were given yes? Have we and the owners of their respective videos no right to privacy anymore?”

Everyone started arguing over what to do, some sharing who’s videos they had while others refused despite trying to find out who had their own. If Kaede didn’t do something people would probably leave to take matters into their own hands, and who knows what that could lead to. (Well Shuichi and Rantaro know now, don’t they?)

“Wait everyone! Kokichi might have a point here.” She tried ignoring the look of shock that quickly changed to one of smug superiority on Kokichi’s face, but she certainly had everyone’s attention now.  

“If we watch all of these videos together we’ll better know what’s being used against us. Depending on the contents of the motives it may also be good to have others to talk to about them too, rather than dealing with any stress they could cause alone. I don’t see anything Monokuma wants us to have being purely for our own benefits after all, and who knows if the contents of these are even true or not.”

Everyone quieted down to weigh their options. Ryoma was the first to speak up.

“Not all of these motives could even lead to a person trying to kill you know. I just want to know what reason Monokuma thinks would work on me.”

“Gonta thinks it could also help us get to know each other better! Gonta never watched movies with friends like this before.”

“And what of those of us who would rather not know? Or those who think their video could do more harm than good? Will you just force us all to participate for the sake of your own paranoia?” Maki’s deduction hit a little too close to home, but Kaede ignored that best she could. It was a fair point.

“Come on now Maki Roll, it can’t be that bad. And if you don’t want to know what your own video’s about you can just leave the room for a bit or something. If it’s because the idea scares you then at least we’ll be able to let you know if those worries were founded or not and help you through it either way!”

The look on Maki’s face was enough to reconsider how safe of a plan this really is. Or at least think twice about using that cutesy nickname for her as that’s when this glare started, not that Kaito noticed. (But this was the easiest way to regain some faith in my friends again. The easiest way to prevent another Shuichi.)

“Well everyone let’s just take a vote then! If we want to watch the videos we’ll find a way to hook them up to the projector in the AV room, and if we don’t we’ll just gather up all of the videos and decide on a safe place to lock them all up as a group. Since Angie mentioned destroying them isn’t an option for us.”

Ryoma’s hand was the first up when voting for the videos, followed by Kokichi, Gonta, Kirumi, Kaito, and Kaede. Tsumugi took a while before saying how since she already saw her own video it wouldn’t be right to vote any other way. It looked like Tenko was going to wait for the “no” votes but when Himiko raised her hand so did she.

Maki, Angie, Kibo, and Korekiyo voted against it. Miu said she wasn’t really interested either and already had other projects to work on so she just didn’t want to be put in charge of projector duty.

With the results in, 9 for it to the 5 against,  it was easy for Kaede to announce their decision. “So looks like that’s settled then! Think we could watch them all tonight, about when nighttime starts? It’ll be better to get this over with sooner rather than later to keep more of us from peeking early.”

“I guess I’ll take a look at the projector now and tell ya if it’ll look like I’ll need to make any adjustments to it for this to work, but sure sounds like a plan so far. Or ya’know even if it doesn’t we can just bunch together and use the tablets directly while we netflix and chill-”

“I’m fairly certain that’s not a program any of us have access to nor is “chilling” a part of neutralizing a potential threat on our lives.”

“I think it’s plainly obvious that’s not exactly what she had in mind Kibo.”

In an effort to keep Tsumugi from explaining the “joke” to the naive robot right now Kaede carried on. “So anyway I guess we’ll just have some free time for ourselves for now!”

As everyone left the dining hall at that implicit dismissal Kokichi took a moment to pull Kaede aside.

“What are you playing at here exactly?”

“I don’t get what you mean.”

“I suggested the video thing and you just agree with it? You even twisted my words to make it something easier for the others to swallow to help them see it “your way”. What are you trying to get here?”

“I’m choosing to trust your judgment on this, even if our reasons for both coming to this conclusion differ. While I may be the leader this is a role your talent’s better suited to and I think working together like this can benefit everyone”

“... Even though I’m a liar. A lying liar who lies. Who nobody really likes if they have two brain cells to rub together. How do you even know I’m not lying about my talent? Or that I’m not hoping you’ll mess up so badly this buddy-buddy thing you’re trying to foster between us crashes and burns?”

“Because you’re smarter than me, possibly all of us. And putting our lives at risk could be just as dangerous to your own. You caught onto what Shuichi was doing… Long before I did. You’re able to point out when I’m doing more harm than good, and unlike me, you aren’t afraid to play the bad guy.”

“Who says I’m playing? I’m the Ultimate Supreme Evil Leader after all. And getting everyone killed would totes be to my benefit for this game.”

“Well, I think you’re lying right now. Because if you were it’d be more to your benefit to keep all this to yourself, since I’m more predictable to you than you are to me.”

“... I’m not sure if this attitude is making you more interesting or just a total snooze fest.”

“Then I guess time will tell won’t it?”

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[n0ttinghamshad0w]

It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good And you look like you could

ROBIN OLIVER HUNT (Name at birth: Robin Huang; Alias: Robert Oliver Gardner)

Birthday: March 12 1990 (Pisces) Hogwarts House (Primary):  Gryffindor Hogwarts House (Secondary): Slytherin Myers-Briggs: ENFP Enneagram: Type 8 Height:  5’9

Overview:

Mother:

1.       Unknown—Linda Huang, still alive, forced to give up her child by her conservative parents who did not want her raising a child out of wedlock, has not tried to make contact with her son.

2.       Mother Florence—the head nun at Nottingham Orphanage, firm, but kind; strict, but genuinely wanted the best for the children; had a soft spot for Robin, since he’d been there for like all his life.

3.       Barbara Economides—Robin’s first foster mom, had six kids of her own, but room in her heart for a dozen more

Father:

1.       Unknown—Ernesto Rosetti

2.       George Economides—Robin’s first foster dad, loving and hard-working man, who unfortunately did not have a very hard-working cardiovascular system. Died of a heart attack when Robin was ~12

Mother’s Occupation: he doesn’t care about his birth mom, but Barbara owned a bakery

Father’s Occupation: he doesn’t care about his birth dad, but George owned a bakery

Family Finances: well, none of the homes he was in were great financially

Birth Order: only child as far as he’s concerned

Siblings: N/A--(Stefan, Petros, Elek, Idola, Eileen, Karena...the Economides kids)

Other Close Family: None

Best Friend: Joan Woode (28)

Other Friends: Tuck Frere (26), Martin Maddon (18), Fakhir Azhar (27)

Enemies: all those who neglect/abuse their children

Pets: none, would love a bird or a fox tho

Home Life During Childhood: He was in an orphanage till he was nine, and it was not a bad orphanage at all, just massively under-funded. At nine, he was placed in a foster home, a large Greek family, and he was very well-loved and well-taken care of, but the father dropped dead of a heart attack when Robin was 12 and the Economides family had to move and they couldn’t take care of Robin. He shuffled through like four other foster homes, at least one of which he was badly abused in, till at seventeen, he just didn’t come home one day and the family never reported it and that was that.

Town or City Name(s): Nottingham, England

What Did His Bedroom Look Like: Never had a steady room, or one of his own. Always shared with someone else, always a small bed.

Any Sports or Clubs: Nah, he was the type of kid who hung out under bridges and threw stuff.

Favorite Toy or Game: Had a toy archery kit back at the Economides house

Schooling: left school at seventeen

Favorite Subject: History and English, loved old stories of Robin Hood

Popular or Loner: loner---’cept he was real popular with the “troubled” kids, the freak in freaks and geeks

Important Experiences or Events: When George died, the abuse at the other foster homes

Health Problems: None

Culture: English?? He’s actually Italian and Chinese, but wouldn’t know at all. Considers himself Greek, if anything

Religion and beliefs: The only time in his life when he was religious was when he lived with the Economides family and went to church on the reg, since then, he’s convinced that if a God does exist, he’s a shitty God and only people can really help each other

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits: smoking, drinking, commitment issues, def has ghosted girls before...oh yeah, uh, stealing things??? He’s also a pickpocket

Good Habits: very good with children, when he wants to be he’s very kindhearted, very charismatic, very charming, good sweet-talker

Best Characteristic: intense--has his set of beliefs and morals and will stick by them

Worst Characteristic: intense--to the point where he isolates himself

Worst Memory: The moment the Economides family left him at the social services office (also George’s death lbr)

Best Memory: His first Christmas with the Economides family

Proud of: the money he’s been able to give back to the orphanage

Embarrassed by: his lack of formal education

Driving Style: erratically, I don’t think he has a license but he definitely knows how to drive--does not get into accidents, but is hella reckless

Strong Points: passionate, believes in a cause, dedicated friend, charming, charismatic, quick-learner, good with his hands

Temperament: sanguine

Attitude: passionate, intense

Weakness: has a very specific mission, keeps people at a distance unless you’ve proved yourself to him, you can know him but never really know him

Fears: man, uh, not being able to make a difference

Phobias: abandonment issues~~~

Secrets: the fact that he’s a master thief

Regrets: not finishing secondary, not being like a better person or whatever

Feels Vulnerable When: talking about his past

Pet Peeves: tourists (but they make good bait), people who hate on people who use subtitles, americans, mac copmputers

Conflicts: his very idealistic moral code vs reality, his very idealistic moral code and mission vs caring about his own life/needs

Motivation: justice for children

Short Term Goals and Hopes: find Tuck’s family, steal from Tuck’s family, find Martin, find enough money to get Fakhir a good lawyer

Long Term Goals and Hopes: well shit, making a difference in the lives of people somehow

Sexuality: heterosexual, but could be convinced to fuck a bloke

Exercise Routine: just generally active, runs a fair bit, likes to play sports with friends

Day or Night Person — Night

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist

Likes and Styles:

Music: alt-rock, classic rock, rock in general, also some punk

Books: he likes old stories and folktales (ie; Robin Hood whom he modeled himself after), but does have a soft spot for some high fantasy books (he’s a big fan of Lloyd Alexander’s work--wait, I guess that doesn’t exist since The Black Cauldron is disney but IM SURE HE HAD SOME SORTA EQUIVALENT...The Beige Cauldron) and adventure novels

Magazines: GQ probs let’s be real. Never bought one, always knicked ‘em out of newstands. ALso probably playboy……...Recently has been into tech mags.

Foods: Greek food---reminds him of his time with the Economides family. Loves him a good lamb gyro with a big side of chips.

Drinks: Whiskey--straight up. Not a huge tea drinker, but likes a strong Turkish coffee. Also Gin and Tonics

Animals: Foxes and birds of prey. Tbh, kinda hates that the name the orphanage gave him is ROBIN for crying out loud it sounds so fuckin’ wimpy

Sports: big football fan, also into rugby, probably out of all my characters the one who follows sports the most jeez

Social Issues: def def a huge proponent for children’s rights, especially within the foster system; that’s his biggest thing, but he’s also really for Magick-Rights and against the pressing xenophobia and nationalism that’s rising in a lot of Western European nations

Favorite Saying: Faint heart never won fair lady; As you wish

Color: Dark forest green

Clothing: enough to maintain his image as a #rebel, but def does not invest toooo much in fashion. Lots of cool jackets, mostly darker colors

Jewelry: nah, mate that’s excessive (has this pendent that Barbara gave him that used to be George’s but that’s it)

Games: loves dominoes a lot actually

Websites: uhh reddit probably

TV Shows: probs into Game of Thrones and #epic period dramas

Movies: his absolute favorite movie is The Princess Bride, he loves good action flicks with a dash of epic romance--something with a real hero. Also probs a Star Wars fan. V for Vendetta

Greatest Want: to make a difference in the world, to make sure no child is ever hurt

Greatest Need: to let people in

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home: small studio apartment in Benbow

Household furnishings: sparse, probs just sleeps on a mattress let’s be real, has a hot plate and a mini fridge, uses a crate for a coffee table

Favorite Possession: his trusty pocket knife, one of the first things he bought with his own money

Most Cherished Possession: necklace that Barbara Economides gave to him that used to belong to George, it is a Greek Cross

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: the only serious one was this rather posh girl when he was 21. She ended up getting pregnant, but got an abortion and the relationship sorta derailed after that.

Children: nah

Relationship with Family: lol

Car: n/a

Career: no “career”--has worked service jobs and manual labor, was a bartender for a bit but quit bc of the Fakhir thing

Dream Career: god, he doesn’t know--maybe a social worker, tbh, or owning some sort of afterschool program for kids

Dream Life: he wouldn’t tell you, but being married to a beautiful girl, having a buncha kids, adopting a bunch too

Love Life: a string of one-night stands and brief dramatic love affairs that ended like smoke in the night

Hobbies : knife-throwing, wood-carving

Guilty Pleasure : women?

Sports or Clubs: not at the moment

Talents or Skills : wood-carving, bartending, bit of an amateur hacker, decent dancer and football player, decent at like climbing things lol, lock-picking, stealth talents

Intelligence Level: Never did well in school, but is quite very streetsmart and can read people very well, knowledgable on random things, courtsey of Tuck 

Finances: not as bad as you’d think, but still def the poorest out of my characters. He’s the type of dude who gives everything he gets back--always drops in coins for street musicians, always

#character sheet #about

[amorremanet]

and now, I present, “Give Takashi Shirogane a puppy,” brought to you by the letter L for, “literally no one asked, and that won’t stop me”

So, it’s a self-indulgent modern AU. Shiro has absolutely no one fooled by trying to act like he has all of his shit together after having his entire life massively derailed by a combination of factors (one of which was the accident that took his right arm, and another of which was a douchebag ex-boyfriend against whom Shiro now has a restraining order), but bless him, he really wants everyone to think that he’s Totally Fine

Also, he works at a secondhand bookshop and just started grad school bc he had no clue what to do with his life anymore and wanted to figure it out (disclaimer: this is a BAD reason to go to grad school)

Shiro having a dog in this AU means, by extension, that Shay, Allura, and Matt also have a dog bc the four of them live together.

(Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge also live together, but in two apartments where they regularly play roommate-swap bc someone decides that they need space from someone else. The usual arrangement is Hunk+Keith and Lance+Pidge)

But anyway, Shiro’s dog. I feel like she’s a big black mastiff or a husky or maybe a pit-mix. Either way, she’s biggish (or outright big) and very soft. He totally names her Aurora after Sleeping Beauty, bc he’s a dweeb

When he first brought her home, there was a lot of “????” from literally everyone bc she was sweet, a little bit shy because he adopted her from the ASPCA and she went through Some Bad Shit before Shiro found her, and yes, she’s a Good Dog, but everyone was like…

“uh??? do you not want a GUARD dog??? do you remember Maurice?? your big bag of dicks ex-boyfriend who you literally JUST filed to get a restraining order against??? remember how we don’t really know that there’s any guarantee he will RESPECT said restraining order, and he’s just a BAD DUDE are you SURE that you don’t want a GUARD dog???”

and Shiro’s just like, “No, I want this one, she’s a Good Dog and she needs a home and some TLC”

“yeah okay but what about YOUR needs”

“I need a Good Dog. she doesn’t have to be a guard dog, just a dog who loves me and lets me love her”

Shiro’s worst habit as a dog-dad is 5,000% spoiling the crap out of her. Like, ohhh jeez, she wants to eat off the table? …Okay, this is safe for dogs, ssssh don’t tell Allura or she’ll get Exasperated at him and go, “You know, the point of you having dinner is for YOU to eat it, not Aurora :|”

Oh, she wants to sleep with Shiro in his bed? ……well, why wouldn’t that be okay, he has enough space for both of them, and if she tries to sprawl and take up more than half the mattress, that’s fine, gosh he loves her so much

Okay, guys, before you say that he didn’t need to buy her another stuffed toy shaped like something because we’re still finding stuffing from the last one that she ripped apart in random places, including Allura’s makeup bag, please consider: she looks really cute, carrying her little bunny around in her mouth and chewing on it to make it squeak

“I would like to propose that we stop buying her squeaky toys altogether bc my girlfriend needs to sleep and that’s hard enough to make Allura do without Rory squeaking her toys at all hours”

“she doesn’t squeak them at ALL hours, Shay; you’re exaggerating”

“she really isn’t tho”

“Matt, whose side are you on”

His instagram is 98% pictures of Aurora, 1.8% pictures of him and his friends doing ridiculous silly shit (+ his ongoing series of Keith sleeping in weird places and/or positions), and 0.2% anything else

Most of the “anything else” is either what he had for lunch today… or pictures of somebody else’s dog(s)

Shiro: *takes a deep breath* / Everyone else: yes, you love your dog, we know, you love her so much, you love Aurora, you fucking love Rory, she's your Princess and the light of your life, ok we know we get it YOU LOVE YOUR DOG

Shiro: *purses lips because he totally deserved that and can’t argue…… then shows off pictures of Aurora in the sweater he got for her anyway*

#give shiro a puppy #mine: headcanons #mine: voltron #takashi shirogane #voltron legendary defender #someone please help takashi shirogane #kassie hush #i would be Disturbed at how uncommonly cute this is for me #but i know what happened between shiro and his dickbag ex soooooo this is really more like hurt/comfort #it is hurt/comfort wearing a frilly dress and pretending to be fluff #anyway the point is: give shiro a puppy #longish post maybe??? #okay to rb or whatever do what you want i'm not your boss

[chubbywangji]

me: hey, brain, do you think we could come up with some chubby!Shiro idea that we could just toss off quickly as, idk, a palate cleanser

my douchebag brain:

douchebag brain: okay, so how about this. modern AU — Sheith, Shance, or Shklance, take your pick. Pidge just turned 21; Hunk, Lance, and Keith are 24 or going on it; Shiro, Matt, Allura, and Shay are like 27. Pidge and Matt developed some app game that makes a ton of money and are generally regarded as not having real jobs. Hunk is going to grad school to become a therapist. Shay is a local activist and community organizer and has to be kept from adopting all the puppies at the local ASPCA—

me: wait, that’s kind of—

douchebag brain: Allura, Lance, and Keith all work at the local department of parks and rec. Allura is being mentored by the assistant director, who totally isn’t Leslie Knope but she’s not NOT-Leslie Knope either — y’know, like how you love putting in random secondhand bookshop owners named Fell who happen to have flash bastard husbands but it’s not REALLY a Good Omens crossover—

me: I’m familiar with the concept of an easter egg, yes, but—

douchebag brain: So, Lance and Keith, then. Keith isn’t exactly the resident April Ludgate but baby boy is pretty much only working this job ’til he’s done with the great American sci-fi novel or makes it big with his band that is totally just Keith by himself or something. Lance, otoh, LOVES his job. He does a lot of youth outreach, public interfacing, canvassing for opinions, moderating at community meetings and public forums, and “otherwise bothering people,” in Keith’s words—

me: That’s great, but what about Shir—

douchebag brain: YES. SHIRO. He’s going to grad school, too, but this is probably a fairly recent turn of events. You know how I brought up secondhand bookshops with Good Omens easter egg owners? He works at one of those when he’s not in school. He really isn’t where he thought he was supposed to be in life, and a big reason why is that his life got derailed for a while by an abusive now-ex-boyfriend named Maurice—

me: Is Shiro’s ex supposed to be Sendak?

douchebag brain: Duh-doi.

me: ………Duh-doi what?

douchebag brain: Of course he’s supposed to be Sendak, loser. What else are you supposed to name a modern AU version of a guy named “Sendak” except for, “Maurice”?

me: *looks down at my “Where The Wild Things Are” t-shirt and sighs, but says nothing*

douchebag brain: Anyway, Shiro totally started grad school because he lost most of his sense of direction while working on recovery after he finally got a restraining order against Maurice, and his therapist was just like, “Bro…” because at a certain point, Shiro wasn’t making a lot of progress while working at the bookshop, going to the gym, and otherwise not really leaving his apartment unless Keith or one of his roomies made him—

me: Are his flatmates Allura/Shay and Matt? And Matt and Shiro used to date?

douchebag brain: You know it!

me: So where do the other ones live?

douchebag brain: Hunk, Lance, Pidge, and Keith regularly play roommate-swap because someone (usually Keith) decides that they need space from someone or other. But the usual arrangement is Hunk and Keith (because Keith needs to be reminded to eat, and Hunk likes having a roomie who does their own dishes, will join him for marathons of hilariously bad movies, and doesn’t have a chip on their shoulder about admitting that they love Legally Blonde) + Pidge and Lance (because they both play video games at ridiculous hours of the night and don’t mind enabling each other’s weird obsessive phases)

me: Okay, but what about Shiro. Let’s get back to him.

douchebag brain: Okay, at Pidge’s 21st birthday party, Keith and/or Lance notice(s) that Shiro has started to kinda get a tummy while going to grad school. It’s probably Lance who notices tbh, because Lance isn’t actually oblivious to details, and, “Oh hey, Shiro looks like he’s actually doing okay for once, and I mean, he’s always been hot, but like, he’s exceptionally so tonight, and… Wait, that shirt used to be looser on him, didn’t it, and…… Oh jeez, he has a tummy, when did that happen” is totally a detail that Lance would notice

me: And Keith doesn’t really notice until Lance points it out because he’s just happy that Shiro’s doing better, and then Lance goes, “Buddy, my man, what do you know about Shiro getting fat,” and Keith is like, “?? He isn’t, what are you even talking about,” and Lance is like, “Look! He has a tummy and omg, HOT??” and then both of them are suddenly Very Interested—

douchebag brain: YES GOOD EXACTLY. There, see, are you finally getting the point about working WITH me instead of complaining all the time?

me: ………Well, I would actually like to know how this is supposed to fulfill the, “short” thing?

douchebag brain:

douchebag brain: Hey, what do you think about Matt awkwardly trying to flirt with Hunk while Hunk doesn’t get that Matt is trying to flirt, and I don’t know, muffins are involved somehow, most likely

me: *shakes head; sarcastically* ……incredible. Absolutely incredible

#chubby voltron #chubby!shiro #mine: headcanons #headcanons #chubby shiro #text posts