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dirty-brainrot · 3 years

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(Boingo’s magical book)

Smelly cowboy and French tiddy man time.

Pairing(s) Hol Horse x Reader x Polnareff

You couldn't believe that man. First, he pestered you to no end just to team up with him and defeat some traveling men. After finally getting annoyed enough, you agreed. But this damned bastard says that there wasn't enough power so he decides to kidnap a fucking kid.

You met Hol Horse a while back in your home country where he tried to woo you. Unbeknownst to him, you were also a stand user. So you fought him because he kept on annoying you and successfully defeating him. Who knew you would be friends with him after that.

With a deep sigh, you facepalmed and massaged your temples. "Hol Horse... You fucking kidnapped a child." You whispered with a hiss and pointed at the kid, who laid down in a crawling position and hid behind a small bush. "Don't be like that, doll. With the 3 of us, we can defeat the crusaders and get the rich!" Shaking your head, you kneeled in front of the child stand user. "Hey, your name is Mondatta right?" You asked with a soft tone, unlike what you used to Hol Horse earlier. He stayed quiet and stared at you. "It's useless talking to that ki—" Doing a 180, you glared at Hol Horse making him shut up. Turning back to Mondatta, your face softened. "Hey, I know it's scary being separated from your brother and getting kidnapped by a wannabe cowboy... but you can trust us! I won't let anyone harm you." You gave him a friendly smile and he relaxed... A little bit.

Standing up to your full height, you turned to Hol Horse and grabbed the book. "Does your stand really predicts the future?" You flipped through the pages until you were met with a blank one. "—Or is it just a rumor? If it is then I brought you ere' for nothin'." Hol horse adds on and looks over your shoulder to look at [Tohth]. "Even with it, your brother got blown to high heaven..." He looks at Mondatta and shouts. "Which is it, kid?!" You huff and elbowed his side, muttering "Be nicer to the kid. For god's sake, you kidnapped him—" The empty pages suddenly were getting filled with images out of nowhere! You outstretched your arms and showed it to Hol Horse. "Hm?" He leaned over and read the pages.

Hol Horse introduced Mondatta to Y/N! He thinks that Y/N is really nice and better than Hol Horse.—

Hol Horse grumbles and you snicker.

While the three of them were walking around the outskirts of Cairo, they met a very pretty lady. Then Hol Horse suddenly jump-kicked the lady in the neck! The pretty lady was so happy, she gave Hol Horse her jewels.

Yahoo!! We're rich!!

"What the hell is this?!—" He shouts, taken aback. "A comic book."You replied sarcastically. He ignores your comment and snatches the book off of you. Approaching Mondatta he yells. "You call this a prediction?! There's no way this has to be true!" Mondatta rises up, still hiding behind the bush. "I—I'm telling the truth..." Stuttering and struggling to talk, he continues. "Y-you just—just have to t-trust it... They—they're never wrong! They're...They're right..100% ri-right everytim—"

"Quit messing with me kid! There's no way a lady is gonna—" Hol Horse continues to talk. But you were distracted by the pretty woman walking along with a man, they passed by. 'It looks like it's coming along...' Hol Horse grabs Mondatta and you shot daggers at him, making him put the kid down. Mondatta ran behind your leg. "I'll never hit a woman! See that?!" The man and woman pass by him and he was too far to be able to kick her. (Unless he ran after her.) After a while, he made a weird impatient humming noise and went after the woman. Jump-kicking her like as the book said but apparently, there was a scorpion in her shawl! You clapped and shouted. "Nice going Mr. I respect women!" The woman thanked him and gave him her necklace. You and Mondatta walked after him but once you arrived, he was in the middle of talking.

"—he three of us will be unstoppable!" And there he goes. Excited, he dragged you and Mondatta to Cairo.

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Hol Horse hid behind a building while Mondatta hid under a crate beside you. "I'm getting sick of those faces... Listen Mondatta!" As he was about to kick the box, he decided against it knowing that you would beat him up if he did. He throws the box away instead, revealing the very introverted child. Mondatta crawls to the box and hid in it. You sigh and kneeled in front of the crate, comforting the kid. "We need to talk about your new prediction... Are you sure it's 100% foolproof?" You rose the box a tad bit to look at Mondatta. "M-my premi—" Hol Horse flicks a small rock at him, in return, you smacked his leg which did not affect him at all "My premonition are 100% accurate" He mocks. "Is that what were you gonna say?"

"Wow! Hol Horse you should be the book of premonition instead!" Hol Horse rolls his eyes. "W-well they are accurate...yes." You slowly let go of the box and stood up to look at the book. "Are you expecting us to believe this load of Bologna?" He re-reads the comic.

"We found them!" Shouted Hol Horse. "Joseph, Jotaro, Polnareff, and Avdol."

"Darn it!" Hol Horse fumed. "They're almost to Master Dio's manor!"

You snicker. "Do you really call him "master"?" He grumbles "We don't have a choice." and continues reading.

"Gosh-darn bafoons. They'll get a bullet between the eyes!" Hol Horse's mind was full of bad thoughts. "You're gonna pay for what you did to my brother!" Mondatta was very furious. But, Hol Horse and Y/N, couldn't use their stands which puts them at a disadvantage.

Because of this, they got caught but Y/N comes up with the greatest plan to make their great escape which includes something intimate!

"It just cuts off from there! Like hell what's this great plan Y/N comes up with?!" He drops the book and impatiently summons his stand. "Why can't I just shoot them with [Emperor]? It'll be much faster that way."

"Geez, it'll come just believe in the stand, Horsey." Now you don't really believe in the stand and the way it added intimate in the sentence was ominous but you have nothing to lose besides half of the money Hol Horse offered you in defeating the crusaders. Mondatta lifts up the box to take a peek. "It's premonition...! Y-you're not gonna-gonna be able to shoot... yes. " He grabs the book and slowly puts down the box. "I-I know from pe-personal experience that if-if you try to go a-against the comic you'll get consequences..! It's fate... Yes." He stutters, repeating "yes" in a couple of sentences. You lean on the wall and watch them talk about the consequences of the book. "Hang on! Your brother nearly died because he followed the comic!" He points at Mondatta. And Mondatta continues to explain the reason behind it.

They look both nervous and distressed about the situation but you were just looking forward to that great idea that the book says. "Then what now..." He grunts and looks at the crusaders. From where you stood, you weren't able to see them but you could see Polnareff approach him— oh— oh no.. This is not good. Mondatta quickly hides under the crate again.

Polnareff comes from behind and places his stand's èpèe¹ on his neck. "Don't move!" He moves it closer to Hol Horse's neck. "Unless you wanna be lanced." Hol Horse bit his cigarette in anxiety and let out a surprised grunt. "Ho—how the hell did you—" His fingers twitched as he tried to summon his stand but Polnareff was quick to notice and struck him from the back with his stand. Hol horse cough out blood as his cigarette fell.

You need to help him quickly.

Then finally it came, the idea, as it said in the premonition. It was absurd but it'll get the job done..... you hope it was right... Sprinting to Polnareff, you pushed him to the wall. Although, it wasn't hard enough to knock the air out of his body but enough to withdraw his stand. With hands still on his chest and standing on your tippy-toes, you kissed him. At first he was shocked but he closes his eyes and kisses back after a while, getting into the kiss. You side glanced at the stunned Hol Horse and smacked him upright in the head with the help of your stand.

Understanding what you meant, he grabbed Mondetta and ran away. You broke the kiss and ran after them. Although you struggled to catch up since the kiss took so long, making you ran out of breath.

The French man stares in the direction you ran, in absolute lovestruck. Ignoring the calls of his friends, he sighs lovingly. "Oh mon Dieu..." He hopes he gets to see you again.

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"Y/N, What was that?!" You leaned on the wall, catching your breath. It looks like [Tohth] worked its charm. "I- hah- was saving your hah- hide just like the book said." Hol Horse didn't look tired from the running at all. 'He must be used to it.' He grumbles and puts Mondetta down. "And I can't even get a hug from you..." He huffs and grabs a cigarette. Mondetta shuffles away but you stopped him. "What does the comic says next?"

"Oh uhm..." He opens the book and you kneel beside him. Hol Horse loomed behind the two of you looking at the book and totally not at you.

The trio ran away, trying to think of another plan. "Curse that Frenchie!" Hol Horse furiously crosses his arm. He was very jealous that Polnareff got a kiss from Y/N instead of him!

Hol Horse crosses his arm and looks away. You snicker. "Really Horsey? You got jealous of that?!" You burst out laughing and held your stomach. He groans and grabs the book. "Ha- He was- pfft- a really good kisser too." You teased him while he flips the pages of the book, face flushed.

"What's the next premonition?!"

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1. Apparently, Èpèe is the sword that [Silver Chariot] uses.

#jojo #jjba #jojoba #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jean pierre polnareff #jp polnareff #Hol horse #jjba boingo #x reader #jjba x reader #polnareff x reader #hol horse x reader

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cyber3lf · 3 years

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say it back

˖⋆࿐໋₊ ✎ synopsis: oikawa and you seemed like the perfect couple. but recently it seems that he has been loosing interest in you. will this be the end of your relationship with him?

pairing: oikawa x fem. reader

genre: angst

word count: around 900

warnings: none.

*unedited

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you and oikawa have been dating for around almost five months now. it was blissful at first of course. why wouldn’t it be? the guy is smart, charming, athletic, talented, pretty darn handsome, and obviously for these characteristic traits he pursued, girls were practically drooling over him and boys wanted to be him. and to be honest, he could have anyone else but he chose you instead.

of course you weren’t the overprotective type. you don’t mind him being near girls, talking to them, liking their post on the gram, etc. but you do question his feelings towards you. you would notice he would be oddly nice towards these girls. you didn’t overthink it that much. you shouldn’t question your boyfriend. why else would he be with you then?

unfortunately, things started to go downhill. he started to grow distant from you. barely glanced at you in the hallways let alone smile at you at the very least during passing period. you also noticed that he stopped giving you pda. not that you mind because of course it is a little embarrassing. nonetheless, you missed him showing you off to his friends. to his family. to the world.

but of course you didn’t want to say anything about it. what if he thought you were clingy? then he’ll definitely break up with you.

everytime during lunch you would go up to him and try giving him hugs only for you to be neglected and pushed away. you gave up after that.

communicating wasn’t your best thing. i mean sure you tried talking to him to see what was wrong with him but it was always the same responses. “i’ve been tired this week.” or “i’m busy right now maybe later?”

you decided one evening to shoot him a text message asking to go on a date this weekend. it took him 4 hours to reply back but finally he said “sure.” it wasn’t the usual “yes!!!!” with a bunch of lovey dovey emojis which sadden you for a bit but at least he agreed right? you sent him the details for the date. where you would meet up and at what time.

you laid in bed that night thinking about all of the things the both of you will be doing that day.

the weekend finally came around which means the date is going to be tonight. you were so excited. no. excited wasn’t even the word to describe how you feel right now. it was like you were on cloud seven. sadly that wouldn’t be for long though and you were in for a very rude awakening.

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“hey,” you walked up to oikawa who was waiting by the entrance of the amusement park. it was a very ordinary place to go for a date but it seems like your boyfriend didn’t mind.

oikawa nodded his head back to you indicating that he has acknowledged your presence and is ready to head inside. you tried to snake your way to his hand and hold it but he moved abruptly and you took that as a sign to stop. it hurt you a bit but you didn’t want to say anything to ruin the mood.

strike one.

you guys walked around in silence. of course you asked him about his week and what he was up to with his volleyball club but all he did was give you simple plain answers as he was scrolling through his phone laughing to himself at the screen that lit up his face. great. third wheeling on your planned out date?

strike two.

“hey! let’s go on that ferris wheel,” you suggested pointing to a big colorful, bright wheel that was giving the place most of the light sources.

“sure. why not?” he shrugged. you quickly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the line. there were a lot of people. more than you had expected. most of them were couples cuddling up against each other. laughing and talking. one was so loud you couldn’t help but smile at their sarcastic quarrel. you wished it could be like that again. maybe though. if you tried. maybe. in another world.

eventually it was your guys’ turn to get on the wheel of sights. instead of seated next to you, oikawa sat on the opposite bench of yours. the ride was slow and smooth. you were panicked with emotions. what should you say to him?

“cmon say something idiot. anything. something that will make this night better. something that will make this relationship work.”

“i love you.” your mouth slipped. but you mean it.

“oh shit oh my gosh. what now? will he say it back? why did i say such a stupid thing. please say it back. say anything please.” your mind raced.

silent. it was like the world has stopped.

“look at this view. it’s gorgeous up here—” oikawa started but was suddenly cut off by your desperate need for him to say “i love you” back.

strike three.

“are you gonna say it back?” you mumbled, curiously. although you would prefer it if you didn’t know. you couldn’t look up at your boyfriend. but when you did he didn’t even spare you a glance.

the ferris wheel came to a stop. you grabbed your belongings and headed out there as quickly as you could wishing he would stop you. grab you by the wrist like in those cringe love shows. call out your name. anything to make you turn around but it was hopeless.

a/n: lemme know if you want a part two?( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )

sequel

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #oikawa fic #oikawa imagine #oikawa x reader #anime #fanfic #toru oikawa #oikawa angst #haikyuu fan fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyu angst #haikyu oikawa

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serenityseventeen · 3 years

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Jeonghan (윤정한):

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“The Way of Love”

Jeonghan is a mafia dealer that uses his innocent and angelic face to get what he wants. You know he's devilish inside, but you can't help but fall for him everytime he does anything. <Link to part 2>

Genre: a bit suggestive

Warnings: guns

Mafia!boyfriend!jeonghan x mafiaboss's-child!reader

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Jeonghan whistled as he spun his gun around his finger.

“I've been acting nice for way too long, haven't I?”

The enemy glared at him, trying to seem tough, tapping his finger quickly on the table. Yet, Jeonghan's whistling just became more annoying and clear.

“Ugh shit...” the enemy muttered under his breath, grabbing his hair in frustration.

“This is your last chance, Mr. Heo.” Jeonghan said, with an annoyingly attractive grin. He leaned forward. A piece of paper on the table. “Give us the money and the building if you don't want everything gone.”

Mr. Heo let out a scoff, even though he was obviously feeling uneasy from the words that came from Jeonghan's mouth. Those words that seemed so calm yet so piercingly threatening.

“You think that you're little presence is scaring me?” Mr. Heo asked, leaning toward Jeonghan, his hands clasped in front of him. “There's one of you and I have over 50 men.”

Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, his gun firmly in his hand. “50 men... of course, I should feel intimidated.”

He quickly aimed his gun at the window and fired. The glass immediately shattered into a thousand pieces, falling at the ground with clanks. There were around 5 men out there, who fell back in surprise at the glass. Immediately, more men began to gather at the shattered glass.

“50… how about 40? And then it'll lower down to 30… I wouldn't be so intimidated then.” Jeonghan smiled, reloading his gun. Mr. Heo could hear footsteps approaching the room.

“I'll give you 5 seconds,” Jeonghan stood up, still spinning his gun. “To tell me where the money is and sign the paper.”

Jeonghan headed toward a row of priceless antiques that were sitting on a shelf. With his gun in his hand, he knocked one over, causing it to fall and completely shatter.

“HEY! MY PRECIOUS ANTIQUE!” Mr. Heo shouted, standing up.

“5.” Jeonghan said. He took a few slow steps to the next antique, a beautiful vase. He turned sideways to Mr. Heo. With an innocent grin, he knocked down the second antique. “4.”

A number of people started entering the room. They were all minions under Jeonghan.

Jeonghan stepped away from the shelf that held the precious items. Mr. Heo let out a relieved sigh.

“Gosh darn it, I knew you were just bluffing-”

Jeonghan fired a shot into the priceless trophy.

Mr. Heo let out a shot and immediately took a pen out of his pockets, knowing he was cornered. Those antiques were the only thing he could sell if he did go broke from Jeonghan and his Mafia.

Jeonghan aimed his gun at the 2nd to last antique.

“The money is hidden up there! Just remove the tile in that corner,” Mr. Heo pointed to a corner of the room, in the left side at the back. “And you'll find the safe - the passcode is 5581! It's 10 million dollars.”

Jeonghan let out a grin and turned to Mr. Heo innocently. He walked over and patted Mr. Heo on the back, placing the gun to Mr. Heo's ear.

“This is why you shouldn't have messed with me, you little idiot.” Jeonghan slid the gun to Mr. Heo's jaw. “Not all angels are one.”

His men started taking the money out of the building.

He patted Mr. Heo on the shoulders before firing a blind shot at the 2nd to last antique, hitting the beautiful plate that was on display, shattering it to a million pieces.

Jeonghan grinned, satisfied upon hearing the shout of Mr. Heo echo behind him.

“You came back with 10 million dollars?” Your father, the leader of the mafia asked. Jeonghan was pacing around the room, his hand against the wall.

“Aren't you proud of me, boss?” Jeonghan asked, his eyes locked with yours for a moment. You were standing beside your father, your brother was on the other side.

“Why did you steal 10 million dollars and a building?” Your father asked.

Jeonghan thought for a moment and then sat down at the chair across from your father.

“Why did I do it...?” Jeonghan sat back in the chair and gave you a glance, making your heart pound uncontrollably. “He told me that I was incompetent, with me acting all kind with my angelic face; that I shouldn't be working in a place as cruel as a Mafia. He also started making plans on how to take us down.”

Your father stood up. “Fair enough, the last part. I have a task for you tomorrow.”

He headed toward the door and you followed. By ‘task’, you knew it was probably some dirty deal to conceal the truth of something. Jeonghan was always used as the person who would negotiate deals nicely.

“Also,” your father said, turning halfway to see the back of Jeonghan's head. “Don't try to flirt with any of my children.”

You turned to look at Jeonghan when your father began stepping out. Jeonghan was looking back at you with a smirk.

Your heart just raced even more.

Your back hit the wall as his fingers traced your jawline to your neck.

Jeonghan's smirk just grew wider, and your heart, accelerating, couldn't refrain from his touch.

“Aren't you tired?” You asked. Jeonghan smiled and placed his hands against the wall, cornering you.

“Tired? Of what?” Jeonghan tilted his head.

“Tired of using that angelic looking face of yours to negotiate deals. I know you're not like that.”

Jeonghan chuckled. “I'm not angelic?”

“Of course not. Sometimes you do act like an angel and truly care for people, but you act so much more like a devil.”

Jeonghan placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together and making you look like a fish.

“Like a devil?”

You nodded, his hands still not removed from your face. “You're cruel when you need to be and you're really really dangerous. You're also very-”

Before you could say any more, Jeonghan shuts you up with his lips. His addictive lips and scent immediately drew you in, as his hands removed themselves from your face and placed themselves on your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as warmth began to spread between both of your bodies. Your lips couldn't get enough of him. Your love for him just continued to grow as the day went by.

The way he felt your body and pressed himself against you, the way he would show his love, every single thing made you love him.

Night approached.

You stared at his beautiful face, angelic even in the night. As he laid down peacefully on your bed, you just couldn't help but stare.

He's so bad.

He's such an evil, cruel, and terrible guy that was disguised with an angelic cover.

He's such a bad man.

Yet, you love him so much, that you could burn the whole world just for him.

Jeonghan took your hand, his eyes still closed. He brought it up to his lips and quietly kissed it.

Like he read your mind, he said in a tired morning kind of voice, “I can't change the past and the sins I've committed, but I hope you still love me.”

You let out a soft breath and scooted closer to him on the bed. “I love you.”

Jeonghan gave a soft and warm smile. He wasn't just a bad guy, he had a good side too. Even though his bad side seems way too bad, you can't help but love him.

Inside, you didn't think it was right for you to love such a cruel and devilish man.

“I love you.” He replied.

You gave him a peck on the forehead, now knowing, that you can't stop loving him.

Perhaps, this love isn't right, but it doesn't seem wrong either.

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-serenityseventeen

Mafia Jeonghan is a killer (no pun intended).

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patton-cake · 3 years

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Paint and pictures

Pairings: Logicality, Remile

AU Summary: Logan has always loved museums. The art, sculptures and just the peace and quiet made Logan fall in love with it's history everytime. What happens if Logan doesn't only fall in love with the art work, but also with the museum's newest visitor?

Chapter summary: Logan promised to go to that outing with Remy. Regretting all his life choices, they go to the cafe and Logan gets a suprise

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Date ditching and domestic scenes

"Come on Sugar! You're taking ages to get ready!"

Logan rolled his eyes as he straightened his tie. If he had to go to this outing then he, at least, had to look decent. Logan had been dreading this 'date-not-date' for days, but he'd promised Remy to go. So that's where he found himself at the moment, fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror, with a whining Remy in the background.

"We have an hour left before we are expected Remy. We're actually going to be half an hour early if we leave now."

Remy grapped his jacket and took a last glance in the mirror before practically pulling Logan outside.

"Just hurry up!"

Logan let out a groan as he locked the door of his apartment. Why had he ever agreed to this?

They had only been driving for 5 minute before Remy started whining again.

"Babes are you sure that I picked the right shirt? I couldn't decide between 'daisy white' and 'pearl white' and now I'm wondering if I should have gone for 'powder white'- Logan don't laugh! This is a serious question!"

Logan chuckled when Remy hit his arm. They had spent what felt like hours on deciding between two white shirts (that were in Logan's opinion the exact same thing) and the whole situation just amused him.

A lot of pouting and angry glares later, the two finally arrived at the cafe. Remy struggled to push open the large door, but bruised it off when his gaze landed on a boy in a oversized pink sweater.

That must be Emile

After Logan had ordered himself and Remy, who forgot about them as soon as he saw Emile, a cup of coffee, he followed Remy. Logan had never seen Remy walk this fast and struggled a bit to stay behind him.

When he finally made it to the other boys, Logan heard some laughter and at that exact second, his heart stopped.

No. No way that this was happening right now. But Logan knew that it had to be true, he could recognize that giggle everywhere.

He turned his head towards the sound and yes, he had been right. At the opposite side of Remy and Emile sat Patton Foster, looking beautiful as ever, wearing a blue button up and a navi blue sweater.

When Patton caught sight of Logan, his face turned into a mix of confusion and excitement.

"Logan? You're friends with Remy? Oh that's so wonderful!"

"You already know Logan?" Emile looked confused at Patton, then at Logan and back at Patton again.

He let out a giggle and motioned for Logan to sit next to him. "Yeay! He's helping me out with the project!"

Logan took the seat next to Patton and handed Remy his cappuccino. His cheeks turned slightly pink when he noticed that Patton had turned around and Logan became overly aware of the fact that their knees were touching.

"How has your week been Lo? I didn't expect to see you this soon!" Patton playfully winked at Logan before taking a sip of his tea, oblivious to the fact that he had just almost killed Logan with his actions. He could faintly hear Remy and Emile discussing some new cartoon in the background.

"Satisfactory I suppose. I just finished the last test of the semester, so I now finally have some free time again."

Just when Patton was about to respond, Remy stood up and smiled mischievously at Logan,

"I'm sorry Sugar, but Ems and I are going to my place. See you later babes, have fun!" And with that, they left the cafe

Okay, it was official. Logan was going to kill Remy.

"Wow okay, that was weird." Patton let out an awkward giggle and continued, "Looks like it's just us then huh? I hope you don't mind that.. I know that you came here for Remy so I'd understand if you want to leave ri-"

"Patton, do you want to meet Minerva?"

Logan had no idea where that burst of confidence came from, but Patton had looked sad and Logen absolutely hated it.

"Really?? Oh my whiskers I would love that so much!" Patton wiggled in his seat and tried to hide his smile behind his hands. He practically radiated happiness.

Logan paid for both of their drinks and held the door open for Patton. Patton giggled at this and gave Logan a sweet smile. Logan then realised what exactly he had suggested. Patton fricking Foster was coming to his apartment.

Oh gosh no, what was he thinking? Yeay sure inviting your crush over is absolutely a great idea! He could feel his hands starting to shake and his breathing went faster and faster.

Before Logan's thoughts could spiral any further down, Patton took his hand, squeezing it gently. Logan's cheeks turned bright red and when he looked down at Patton, he saw that he had turned light pink.

When they finally made it to the parking lot, after a really awkward car ride, Logan sprinted to the other side of the car to open the door for Patton, helping him out the car.

"You're such a gentleman Logan, thank you." Logan gave Patton a small smile before leading him towards his apartment.

Logan opened the door, being careful so Minerva wouldn't escape, and motioned for Patton to come in. He took his jacket and after he put them away, they walked towards the living room. Suddenly he started to become really anxious about his apartment. He had cleaned up recently right? What if Patton thought that it looked weird? Sure, Logan liked his apartment, with its bookshelves, constellation themed pillows and science posters. Of course it also had its own little place for Logan's cat, but was it decent enough for Patton?

"Minerva? Princess? Where are you darling?"

"Oh my sweetgosh you give her petnames?" Patton giggled and went to sit down next to Logan on his couch.

"Well, yeay, she's my little princess." Logan blushed slightly and started fighting with his hands. He placed his hands awkwardly next to him on the couch, trying to think of something to say to break the awkward silence around them.

Without really realising it, Logan's hand had traveled closer together Patton's. Only inches apart now, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. The sides of their hands finally touched and Logan almost laced their fingers together before-

"Meow"

Dammit

"Oh uhm- Patton, let me introduce you to Minerva. Minerva this is Patton, Patton this is Minerva."

Patton's smiled turned disappointed for a second, but before Logan could even notice it, it had already turned back into a brightly beaming smile.

"Hi Kitty, you are the most precious thing in the world and I would die for you."

Patton carefully reached his hand towards the cat, waiting for her to accept his patting. When Minerva purred and walked towards the boy, Patton looked like Logan had just handed him the world.

"Logan? I'm sorry buddy but I think that I'm going to catnap your cat. I love her."

Logan chuckled and shook his head.

"I apologise Patton, but I'd like to keep my princess please"

"Darn it"

Patton continued to pet the cat and softly whispered how much he loved her while Logan walked into the kitching, making some tea for the both of them. When he came back into the living room holding the two cups, his heart stopped for a moment. Patton was sitting back on the couch, Minerva on his lap. He looked like he had always belonged here and Logan's heart couldn't handle the domestic atmosphere of this moment. Even the cat loved him. Logan was really out of excuses to ask him out and honestly, he didn't really mind.

#logicality #paint and pictures au #logan x patton #patton x logan #logan sanders #patton sanders #remile

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writearctic · 3 years

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Turtle Threats (a) (f) - Song Mingi

wc: 2k

Disclaimer: i know zip about 🐢

for this beautiful boy: i hope you are getting the love, rest, and support you need to return to the stage soon.

“You’re late.” Your boss, Sunghyun, scowled as you entered the shop; he looked down at his watch: 19:12.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “The rain caused the bus to show up late. I know it’s no excuse but-”

“I have to leave now. Don’t make your tardiness a habit, Miss y/n.”

“Yes, sir.” You turned to the lockers and changed into your work attire. “Late by only twelve minutes,” you uttered to yourself after he left. It was refreshing to remove your soggy clothes, but your body remained cold.

“Here.”

You turned to see your coworker, Mingi, extending his jacket towards you. He must’ve found this “late” thing amusing.

And he did, too. When your pale, wet body dripped inside, he couldn’t help but smirk at your dishevelled appearance. But, after seeing you hunch closer to your body, shivering, he halted his laugh.

“Oh. Thank you.” With trembling hands- no doubt caused by the weather- you eagerly took his jacket. A soft stretch of red eased across his face; seeing you in his coat gave him this familiar unexplainable feeling inside.

A ding at the front exclaimed the arrival of a customer. You hustled to straighten your appearance before Mingi placed his hand on your shoulder to gently stop you.

“I’ll get it,” his honey voice whispered. “Straighten up; you’ll give the tenets a fright looking like that.”

He had a point: none of the pets at Aquarium Den would ever want to see you fresh out of a “tsunami.” You turned to the mirror and huffed in defeat before pulling out your makeup wipes and washing the smudged makeup from your face. You brushed your hair with your fingers before deciding this was as good as it was going to get.

Mingi had everything under control, as always. The customer needed to secretly replace his child’s goldfish. Luckily, most goldfish look alike.

You focused your attention on cleaning the tanks. A soft melody played over the store speakers. It was assuring and made your unhygienic task seem easier. You hummed the tune while fixing the labels on the glass tanks. Mingi started the same routine on the opposite side of the shop. Aquarium Den was a downtown “fish mart” squeezed between a nail salon and card shop; the faint scent of nail polish remover and printer ink almost hid the unpleasant smells from the fishy occupants.

The shop itself was small, as all city-centered buildings were. At the front window was the register. Along the vertical walls were the tanks as well as some smaller ones against the back wall. In the middle of it was a median of supplies like tanks, food, etc.

A few other customers came, and you and Mingi easily assisted them. The last hour was quiet. Mingi sat at the checkout counter and studied his textbooks while you swept and mopped the tile floors.

“You have to take a break,” you chirped towards him.

“Y/n, I have an exam tomorrow. There’s no time for a break.” His voice grumbled back at you without even a turn of his head.

“Ok.” The tone of your voice was quiet and disappointed, though you doubt he heard it.

You and the boy had started working here at the same time. Both of you were uni students- yourself a photography student while he studied music.

You went back to mopping. No more words were exchanged, not even when you mopped around him. When your shift ended, both of you met in the lockers.

“I’ll wash your coat. It’s the least I can do to thank you.” You said while gathering your backpack and purse.

“Sure. Thanks.”

As he locked the door, you waved goodbye hoping tonight he’d finally return the gesture. But, no. He watched and turned the opposite direction.

There was something up with Song Mingi. At school, you never bumped into each other. You started taking the full walk around campus with hopes to see the boy. Today you thankfully did.

“Mingi!” He seemed to flinch at your loud voice; he stopped his pace and turned to you. “Hi. Wow your side of the building is something else.”

“I guess,” he shrugged and glanced at his friends standing further ahead. “Do you need something?”

“Your coat.” You bent to the sidewalk and dug his sweater out of your backpack. It was tidily folded in a ziploc bag.

His soft hands took the garment. “You could’ve returned it tonight.”

“Oh, yea. I guess I should have.”

“Not that I’m complaining,” he rushed to reassure you. “This is one of my favorites, and I appreciate you returning it so soon.” A timid laugh fell from his gorgeous lips.

“Oh, of course.”

“Yah, Mingi! Let’s go; class is about to start!” A friend of his called out.

“Ah, I should go. Thank you, y/n.” He smiled and waved goodbye.

You stood in shock at his ability to wave.

Every night after your only encounter at school was the same at Aquarium Den. Except for the part of you being late. You had expected a shift in relations afterwards, but no. However, some nights he would wave back at you.

You had had quite enough of this “one-sided” friendship. You were colleagues, yet it felt like he was trying to ignore your existence. After sitting near a turtle doing your homework for long enough, you sneaked towards Mingi at his usual post- the register- studying away. You reached over his shoulder and yanked the folder from the counter top.

“Y/N!” You had perhaps miscalculated the chance of him fighting you for it. Mingi lunged at you and snatched it back, but you were faster. Before he could raise it out of your reach- darn him and his lengthy genes- you grabbed it and raced around the store a couple of times until you both ended up back at your turtle corner.

“Y/n. Give. It. Back.”

“No. I want to see what’s been capturing all of your atten-TION.” You flow of speech was interrupted by you dodging his attack. Oh boy was he not going down without a fight. He jumped towards you but abruptly paused when you opened the turtle cage and hovered the paper over the reptile.

Mingi’s fight was useless, now. This was no ordinary turtle; this was Spartacus. The red-eared slider had an appetite bigger than Mingi himself. He could devour anything and everything in his path. Including the two-pocket folder whose fate rested in your hands.

“Let… me… read it.” You gasped for air after the speedy chase around the shop. Even Mingi was out of breath; his chest heaved silently while his gaze locked yours. This was the first time you’ve ever made deep (longer than a few seconds) eye contact with him, and it made your heat somersault against your ribs.

“Let… me read it… without fearing you’ll reach over and grab it ‘cause it might just fall into-”

“Read it, then.” He ordered. A momentary shiver of fear traveled down your body. Wait a minute. Was he a hired hit-man? No. No. No. It’s Mingi; no harm flows through his veins. I think, you thought.

“Ok-k.” Your delicate hands opened the file. The first notable thing were a few pages of sheet music which were a foreign language to you. He watched as your eyebrow furrowed over the music sheets, recognizing you couldn’t read them. You flipped around the pages until a small page of notebook paper caught your attention. It belonged to your journal; you remembered the day Mingi asked for a sheet. How could you say no?

It was the words scribbled all over the lines that knocked the wind out of your lungs.

‘I bet this time of night you’re still up.I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.

I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city. And I bet, sometimes you wonder about me’

He noticed your grip on the crinkled paper loosen, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

‘And I just wanna tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you.

And I wish I could run to you.

And I hope you know that everytime I don’t, I almost do, I almost do.’

Your eyes looked up at his. He was writing a song. It made sense, him being a musical arts student, but you couldn’t figure out why he tried to hide it from you.

“This is beautiful. No. That’s not the right word.” You bit your lip and gazed down at the paper before noticing a line you hadn’t yet read:

‘I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can’t say Hello to you and risk another Goodbye.’

(lyrics from Taylor Swift- I Almost Do)

“This is… about me?” It made sense, his struggle to wave to you. A blush tickled your pure cheeks when he nodded. A warm smile formed on your face as you stepped closer to the boy. “Why does Hello pain you, Min?”

“When I was younger, we moved around a lot: financial problems.” He rested on a bag of fish pebbles and fiddled with his hands. His eyes would glance at you from time to time before rushing to find something other than you to admire.

“Whenever I made a friend, there was always this fear of ‘how long?’ ‘When do I have to say goodbye?’ It’s childish, I guess-”

“No, Mingi. It’s understandable,” you purred while easing onto the stool you sat on for studying. You scraped the bottom of it on the floor while scooting closer to him.

His face lightened and rid itself of worry. “I guess I never got over the fear that... I’ll leave everyone behind. Even the ones I love.” He held his gaze with yours.

“I thought you hated me,” you breathed a low laugh.

“No. No, I- I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I- well you,” he took the paper out of your grasp carefully and slid it back in the folder. “You make me nervous, y/n.”

“I’m not trying to.”

You’ve never seen this particular loving grin of his before now. And gosh, did it feel like heaven. “You always give me this unexplainable feeling. Like, I get so much inspiration when I’m around you. I’m always looking forward to working here with you because I can go home and add the lyrics to my songs.” He sighed and took your warm hand in his.

“When you brought my sweater back, I realized I feel something for you- something close to love. I waved to you then because I unconsciously discovered why my stomach feels nauseous around you- you make the butterflies fly for me, y/n.”

You stood there in disbelief. Song Mingi likes you? You beamed at him and whispered, “I like you, too.”

“Hm I couldn’t catch that.” His tease earned a light punch on the shoulder from you.

“I’ve been thinking about you like that for a long time.” Confidence filled your voice as your eyes caught hold of his.

“Yeah?” Mingi’s slightly calloused fingers traced along your jawline. He inched closer and felt your quick breaths on his collarbone.

“Yeah.”

He leaned into your hair and eased at your tiny hands tracing along his spine. His palms firmly rested on the small of your back afraid to let you go.

“I’m afraid to lose you.” His voice sparked with panic as you slowly inched apart.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” you cooed at him. Your hands raised to hold his cute cheeks; his eyes were hypnotic as they seeped with care only for you. “I’m here. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not leaving either,” he promised. The honesty in his voice made you deteriorate. His lips danced dangerously close with yours as he lowered to your height. You leaned on your tiptoes in frantic need for his lips. His palms cupped your neck while the pads of his thumbs grazed along your jaw. He urged you closer while your hands fell to grip the fabric of his t-shirt.

After one small kiss, you pulled away for a breath then devoured more of his alluring lips.

In that moment for air, his eyes never left your lips; they electrified him with desire. A desire that sealed his promise to never leave your side as he curved his body against yours.

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strawberryspeachy · 4 years

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K. I know alt stands for ASSITANT language teacher

But 2 things. 1) assitants fucking DO THINGS

2) the way they sell this job is like youre a teacher.

Constantly in this job i am treated like a clown.

And im gonna tag this and im probably gonna receive the same comments i get irl from rose tinted glassed ‘japanese people can do no wrong’ people

Thus far ive worked in 4 junior highs and 3 elementarys

Most of the teachers no matter where they are just seem so incompetent

Its no big deal that the teachers arent fluent in english - isnt that literally why alts are here??? So why don’t they ever take advice?!???

Im so fucking sick of being told how to speak my fucking language.

And not the ‘speak slower’ ‘speak simpler’ thats fine and ill accept criticism on my ability to communicate to people learning english as a second language. Not that.

Grammar, pronunciation, sentence structure - and what sounds natural

I hate the videos that are made for classrooms. And the fucking books

“A native speaker wrote it” - k no. Having worked here i know exactly how that went down. A japanese person wrote it, then went to either a business kiss ass ‘japan can do no wrong’ person. Or. Bullied someone into saying it was good by doing that annoying ass thing japanese people do

Where they ask the question over and over with “ok?” At the end. Cause they dont want an answer - they just wanna be told that theyre right or to do whatever they want. And they do not plan on receiving any answer besides “youre correct”

Its awkward cause ive literally been annoyed at my friend in the past for complaining about having a job where she does nothing and gets paid. Now i feel bad because i HATE going to work to sit and do nothing. But honestly - it has more to do with the fact that of all of my schools - only 1 has given me a nice place to sit.

Not a table that they store junk on and pretend to be surprised by me everytime im there like “oops sorry theres all this stuff (but like youre not a real person and we hate that youre here so just be happy we tolerate your existance and tell is your happy to have giant things all over your desk literally sticking in your face)”

Not the extra desk behind the printer that blows dust in my face as it goes off every 20 seconds

Not the desk under the aircon blowing on me/ in the corner next to the coldest window/door

Not a literal broken chair

Not a desk in the path of the class files where teachers have to constantly get to the spot directly behind me

And i was also that person thatd say ‘well if you dont like it - quit - theres plenty of people who WANT that job’

But like it fucking sucks. Cause i have experienced REALLY good teachers who actually team teach with you. I have had one school where i worked full time and got to see my students more than once a month - hence being able to actually get to know them and want them get better. I have been at a school with wonderful staff who welcome me into the school like im an actual person - not like ‘oh is today already the day we let the rat in the school to make the children smile again. Ugh.’

It fucking sucks. I linger on the hope of being able to work at a good school with good teachers full time

I cant find a better job because im a ‘beginner’ and corona

And im stuck getting treated like shit

I AM NOT a kiss ass. Never have been. It kills me to have to work with people who dont want me around

Most of the teachers i work with ARE NEVER PREPARED like wtf why??? Why dont you EVER plan ahead??? When im not prepared its because i have to wait to get instruction from you - you get to chose what you do

And they do basically nothing (not all like ive said ive worked with good teachers)

But most just

Read the book OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. The students memorize the book passages - they have no clue about the context and if you ask them the same exact question but with a different subject like “do you have any shoes” instead of “do you have any bags” theyre lost. The teacher can get them to answer by saying the exact phrase from the book - but they dont know what theyre saying or how theyre actually answering. They just have it memorized

Then some teachers will have “conversation practice” where they take those exact sentences out if the book - put them together to form an awkward ‘conversation’ and then the students just read it.

Ooohhh look at them. Having a conversation!

Play fucking bingo.... why? They dont even make the students repeat the words for pronunciation practice - why the fuck do you play bingo everyday

Sing songs. UGHHHHH yea that could be fun if these 60 year old teachers would stop forcing shit from the 1940s on the teenage students. I cant decide if music too old for 30 year olds is worse or teachers who take japanese songs that have been translated into english is - lol you fucking hate english so much you cant find ONE english song to sing??? WHY are you teaching english?! - god forbid you let the students choose

Teachers who just give the students the day date and weather....??????????? Cool. Youve managed to ensure they cant come up with the simplest of fucking English questions on their own. Do you carry around those cards to look like you do a lot at your job when you dont? Oh yea probably

Because being in a school watching teachers is the way i learned that japan values looking busy over being productive. If you look stressed and busy all day - you are better than a person who got shit done but looked relaxed.

Why do you use the recordings when i am in the class?????????????????????????????????? THATS LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON YOU APPARENTLY HAVE ME THERE

K and like i said. I have worked with good teachers. In their classes the students are better at english (hur hur funny how that works) those teachers encourage the students to talk with me. Those teachers let the students try to come up with answers and questions on their own. Those students try and ask the teacher when they dont know how to say something to help with translation.

The shit teachers on the other hand - will jump in and stop a student who looks excited to try and trying to figure out how to say something. What does this teach them? Dont try. Just stay silent - the japanese teacher will just talk in japanese again soon - no need to try.

Jumping off that. Students who are good at english or go to juku - will dumb themselves down in classes with shitty teachers. Theyve learned its not good to know more or even nearly as much english as the teacher - pretend you dont understand. Pretends you don’t know how to say things - itll make my stupid teacher feel good. So. If i try to talk or do anything in those classes, even the students who understand will stop trying.

Speaking of just going back to japanese. WHY IS MOST OF ENGLISH CLASS IN JAPNESE???? Most of the teahers will jump at ANY chance to switch back over into japanese. English is just sprinkled into the class. Then they pretend to wonder why the students dont try and why theyre bad at english

And things ive been told in the last year

Dont ever be upset about anything ever

Lol yea just that for one

K but dont ever be upset about teachers doing ANYTHING because theyre just so GOSH DARN BUSYYYYYYYYY

Lol like intially i thought that was why ASSISTANT was in my title. I THOUGHT we were supposed to make them less busy by helping out with planning and grading and blah blah

Nope cause

‘Oh offer to help them! BUT dont be upset when they decline because theyd have to explain to you ANYTHING and.....’

So. Im a child?! I cant be trusted to do anything without proper instruction

Well yea exactly cause

“Oh! Hes probably your babysister haha! Japanese people are so nice! They usually have one teacher look out for you and help you with stuff - besides the head teacher- lol theyre kinda like your babysitter!<3”

K. So like. I need a bachelors degree for this job. Let me say again I NEEDED A COLLEGE DEGREE FOR THIS JOB. i had to move ACCROSS THE WORLD by myself. I have to ge able to fill out federal documents and find a house and pay my bills and follow foregn laws and figure out my way in a foregn country - but i need a BABYSITTER at work?!?!?!?? If im a minute late ill be docked an hours pay. If i do ANYTHING that slightly upsets ANYONE and japanese ppl are offended by EVERYTHING - i am liable for all reprucussions. But. I need a BABYSITTER.

Cant be trusted to be in a class alone (dont be offended its because your not a certified teacher) that would make sense except that YALL THROW ALTS IN WITH THE SPECIAL NEEDS STUDENTS ALL THE TIME - thats supposed to be an EXTRA certification on top of teaching. but Im too fucking stupid and untrustable to do anything with regular students alone, but because you dont like dealing with spefial needs - i can teach them alone.

You dont actually read their hw or check for correctness and most of their tests are just for fun it seems - but i cant be trusted to grade those either

You do the exact same lesson everyday and i only see each class once a month - but dont let me create any activity or lesson for them. Also dont tell me your plans until class is starting and then change it throughout the class and act surprised when idk what the fuck youre doing because you changed your mind while talking at them in japanese

Speaking of changing. I hate teachers who constantly change how they do shit. And again. Get annoyed at me when i cant follow their flow. Do i say hello first or do you? Are we even saying hello today? Am i asking how they are or are you? Are we letting them answer? Are we answering? Whose asking the day date and weather? Are we asking them for the day date and weather?? Whose saying goodbye? Are we saying goodbye? Which bingo version have you chosen today? Are they repeating the words? Yes? No? Am i saying each one twice? Do i have to spell out the fucking word today? Fast? Slow? What hell are you putting me through today

And when they ask me to take charge of an activity. But then change their mind. But then no no you go ahead please take charge. K no just kidding ill tell you and them what to do. Actually no you can keep going please be in control. K no too much english i wanna hear more japanese ill be in control - hey everyone thank the alt for doing that activity with you (me and the students look at each other visibly confused)

These teachers will ask me a question and no matter how i answer its wrong. I always answer shortly initially because... of course. But theyll tell me to GO ON!!! theyll keep doing that. So ill start answering questions with substance - then theyll cut me off - so i go back to answering shortly but NO! CONTINUE!!! im constantly caught confused exactly what they want me to say and now i barely ever tell stories to the students. I stare at the jte the whole time trying to guage by their face if i should keep talking or make it short. Its also awkward cause sometimes they jump in to translate and other times they want me to just keep talking in english with no translation. Regardless whatever way i choose is never correct and they always look at me like im an idiot

Yesterday a teacher did one of the things inhate that prompted this I WANNA WRITE ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE THIS JOB

Hes a sub. Hes supposed to do the same lessson as the other teachers. He is NEVER prepared. And he does everything bad. So when he didnt have the stuff for the activity he said he wants the students to have conversations with me. GREAT! thats what im here for! Lets do it. So then he shows them videos he has of other students talking with an alt at another school for 5 minutes. Um.... k. Then we open the book to a page of 3 example convo starters. Except. Japanese teachers dont seem to understand that the book is meant to be EXAMPLES. he says ah like this but maybe change. Good ok! I think were on the right track. Lets read these examples and get to it. Nope. He has them have the example sentences with their partner saying its good practice.

No. Its not. Theyre just reading the book and then when they finish saying

“Do you know any good restaurants around here?”

“Yes i do! Theres a curry place over there”

“oh i love curry!”

Theyre not gonna make up more at the ......

Theyre just gonna talk in japanese about other shit.

Then he says ok lets have conversations. Finally

Nope.

He has the class repeat after him together as a unit to me “do you know any good restaurants around here?”

GFFEIWBAKDHWNDGDIEBS RAGEEEE

I said ive had convos in class before may i try like before

He feigns confusion

I ask a student “what kind of food do you like?”

She says sushi

“What kind of sushi”

The students in this class were excitable and chimed in each time.

This time (as usual because they dont know the fish names in english) She begins talking with the kids around her trying to figure out what the english word is for the sushi she likes

But the teacher jumps in and shuts it all down

Because the students are just way too shy to talk in front of the class. Their english is too bad. They cant.

Its extra aggrivating because the teachers at this school range from good to decent - except him. That was a second year class. The last time i was at this school the first years had a introduction 1 on 1 test - with me. And i was to ask them a question at the end. With the other 3 teachers when i asked the question if they didnt understand. I would try saying it in another way. If they still didnt understand - i would answer my question as an example. If they still didnt understand i would give them answers like

“What tv do you like” “do you like anime?” Wait for yes or no “do you like youtube” wait for yes or no (and so on)

If they still didnt understand (very few got here) the japnese teacher would translate the question)

And. If they still didnt understand. We would give them an answer and coax them into repeating after us.

If they didnt. Then they didnt get the point for answering the question.

This teacher. Him being the 4th teacher to do this test with me. Would IMMEDIATELY translate the question if the student didnt answer quickly after me asking it once and then talk to them in japanese and tell me their answer or make one up to me with something like “oh ahah they dont know when yet. So he doesnt know. Maybe he ate breakfast before school!” And then would shoo the student away and call in the next.

^^^ and this is how most teachers are

They sit during class. They play unrelated videos. They spend half the class acting like theyre too confused about their plan to even teach the class (but if i try to do ANYTHING like talk to a student while they sit in front of the class rummaging through their folder going “うーん」「じゃ」「じゃあー」「そして」「それから」「えーとー」 theyll instruct SOMETHING or play some recording over and over) have i mentioned how they never seem to want to talk in english or listen to students talk in english in english class?? Most of the time theyre just having aside conversations about nonsense in japanese. They read everything themselves despite me being there - in a way where they really just wannt hear themselves talk in english.

Just in general. I hate when teachers talk about me in front of me and dont tell me what the fuck theyre saying. And it’s annoying when students ask them stuff in japanese about me and then the students look at me waiting for me to respond/the teacher to translate their question- but the jte doesnt translate. Or they ask a question that im not in charge of the answer for so even though i understood the question they asked the jte i cant answer them because its not my decision and the jte doesnt wanna look like the asshole that gives them an answer they dont like so they just dont respond so that i look like the dick whose ignoring the students

They do this with regular questions too. Sometimes i hear the whole question and understand. So when the students look to me and the jte goes silent - i answer - then the jte gets all out of sorts because 1) they wanted me to look like an asshole who doesnt wanna talk to the students 2) they deemed the questions not important and didnt want it answered 3)ew! The alt knows more japanese than i thought and she knows what im doing and thats a little embarrassing also what else have i said in front of her today that she might have understand - awkward 4) oh no if students know she understands some japanese they might ask her stuff and i wont be the only means of the alt and students communicating 5) that awk silence just showed the students that i didnt plan to translate something to her and i wanted to blame her and say she doesnt wanna answer that but now i was made a liar of

These arent personal queations btw. For example a student asked why does the guy in one peice eat a lollypop in the america version instead of smoke a cigarette?

This is an incomplete liste. Just. Honestly being an ALT is draining.

I feel like im at a restaurant again just waisting my life away waiting tables.

I actually really like english so being forced to listen to people who are supposed to teach it - purposely teach it wrong and force me to use it incorrectly hurts

I hate watching people suck at their jobs....and be rewarded for sucking at their job

I hate feeling like an outsider in my workplace.

I wanna feel like a real teacher.... not a clown

I hate doing something where nothing i say, do, or feel matters.

That last one. I hate that i can be treated like shit in my workplace AND get in trouble for not thanking people FOR treating me like shit. Not just take it. Take it with a smile!!!

I try to focus on the good things... but its just so damn hard cause ther far and few between and honestly i just wanna feel like im actually an educator to my students and like i can actually be a teacher with the ones who like me and come talk to me and stuff. But its not like i have have a teacher student relationship with them - i cant be part of their school activities. I cant go to their school events. I wont be at the school with them for more than a year.

Even at good schools when the teachers like that you talk with the students - i always feel this vibe of ‘keep it superficial’ dont become an adult they would trust. Its like you can feel them watching - ready to jump in when they think the student should stop petting the stray before they get fleas

I have a lot of teachers i remember fondly. Who id talk to when i saw them even when i didnt have their class anymore. Id tell kids in grades below me that they were lucky if they got them. When i hear about things happening at the school after i leave im happy to hear they got something good. Teachers who helped me understand something better or were just nice to the obvious loser in the class or made me laugh

I wanna be one of them....

Not the police man that came into school a couple times. Or the guy with the birds. Or the nice lunch lady who let you take food when you didnt have money and pay it back the next day.

I wanna be a teacher with a name.

Or at least. Do one of the only things im actually good at

So this job is unfulfilling

#alt

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pwettypwita · 7 years

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Move Together - Karamel-One Shots #2

Thousands Words : Karamel One Shot # 2 - “Move Together”

Base story : Mon-El and Kara have been dating for two years. They always had each other’s back while working as National City’s Superhero, they’ve been through all the ups and downs and any obstacles in their relationship together, and Mon-El thinks that they’re ready for another step, that is move in together.

Notes : This is for you Karamel shippers and all my Karamel family who needs a little rainbow after the heavy 2 minutes 51 seconds (Gosh it felt a lot longer) Karamel scene from last night episode. Geez I was so emotional! hahahhaa I hope you like it!

• • ■ • •

“Good morning, Princess.. Wakey wakey..”

It’s almost eight in the morning, yet Kara’s still sleeping on the bed. Only white sheets covered her naked body. After their five rounds “around the universe” last night, the energy drained from their activities might longer her sleep. Good thing today is Sunday and it’s a day off for the both of them, aside from being a dedicated Superhero.

The sun was seeping through the windows of Mon El’s apartment. Kara helped him find the apartment months ago. And with his paycheck at The DEO - not only as a Superhero, but also as a gainfully hired staff, he could rent an apartment now.

The blindfolds in his room were half way open. The sun light that seeped through lightened up Kara, added some glow to her smooth soft skin. Mon El never and will never ever get bored to have this view of his beautiful girlfriend laying on the bed every morning like this. She looked so stunning, mesmerizing. He couldn’t help but staring at her for a moment, before he come to the bed, laying on her side, and hugged his Kara from the side. He spooned her and peppering her with his soft kisses trying to wake her up.

“Come on.. Wake up, Princess…”

“Hmm…”, she hummed when Mon El kiss her sweet spot right under the ear.

“Umhh… Just a chaste? Is that how the prince greeted his princess in the morning?”

“Ugh. Okay.. One kiss”, he smiled at her pout.

He took her lips, claiming it’s his. She responded with deepened the kiss and grasping his hair to its scalp pulling him closer. Before Kara turned the kiss to a more heated one, he slowly pulled away. Not that Mon El objected, but he got something he needed to talk. And if they didn’t stop now, they will never.

“How’s your sleep?”, he asked sweetly. Holding her close to him.

“It was… good”

“Good?”

“Yeah just good. Nothing could atop last night”, she smiled sheepishly refering to their making love activities. Mon El couldn’t help but blushed. As his mind trailed to the memories of last night, he felt himself begin to stir.

“It was one of the best. Come on, wake up”, he kissed her nose. “I made you breakfast”

With her bare skin covered only with white sheet, Mon El couldn’t help but kissed her shoulder.

“Hmm.. You did? You cooked? For me?”

“Yes!”, he smiled proudly.

“Can’t we just have a breakfast in bed?”

“You know we won’t have any breakfast if we’re in bed”, he winked. Kara’s cheek flushed. Even after two years together, it’s flattering that he still has this power over her.

“Come on, you’ll like this one”, he got up and extended his hand. Inviting her girlfriend to get up from his bed. But before she took his hand, Kara reached for a white tshirt near the bed side table. It was Mon El’s. She put it on, grabbed his hand, and followed him to the kitchen. Smell of fresh homemade pancakes filled the room.

Mon El and Kara were enjoying their breakfast. They were having delicious soft pancakes Mon El finally mastered. A red apron with House of El glyph printed on the chest still hanging on his neck. Ever since they work together and people know them as a Superhero, the glyph made a somewhat commodity. People are making tshirt, hat, bags, literally everything with House of El prints on it. Honoring the Supergirl as the new role model, not only to him obviously, but also to the people of National City.

Laughter in their apartment never ceased. Every morning, everytime Mon-El had a “sleepover” at Kara’s apartment or the other way around, their apartment always filled with laughter. Well sometimes it’s either their laugh or the voice coming from their sexy morning activites like “hmm” “ohh” and “ahh” echoing all over the room. They were like rabbits mating in a rabbit hole. But that’s for another story.

Today however, it’s a different story. Kara with a bun up hair on her head, wearing nothing but Mon El’s tshirt from the night before. Half way the breakfast, he pulled her closer so she was sitting on his lap. She place her hand on Mon El’s back while her other took the last bite of her pancake.

“This is so gooodd..”, she said with a mouthful.

“Thank you. But you make it better”

“With the syrup huh?”

“Yes, haha.. I used to eat this right away”, he said as he wiped the syrup left on the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and taste the sweetness.

“Yes you did. Seven stacks of pancakes, you’re a monster” Kara still munching.

“I am. Yet you still fall for me”, he teased as he gave her a kiss on her cheek.

“I am now. But, ha, definitely not then”

“Try to said it without crinkling. You’re really bad at lying”, he said playfully.

“Darn, crinkles”

“But it’s cute. And it’s adorable, and I love you” He said it with a kiss on each line. She couldn’t help but giggling.

“I love our morning routine. I can’t get enough of it”

“Well I’m glad to hear it..” He grabbed his glass, drinking his milk and place it right back. “And as you mentioned it..” He pulled his girlfriend closer to him, both hands on her waist. He was kind of nervous to say the next words.

“Why don’t we spend more?”

“What are you saying?”

“I mean, what I’m saying, is, why don’t we move in? Together?”

“Say what?”

He knew Kara would respond to his request with something like that. Such a relieved that it wasn’t a “no”.

He just loves spending the morning with his girlfriend, Kara. Just as much as he loves spending most of his time with her, on and off the field. He finally got used to his life on earth. Waking up in the morning, working at The DEO, paying the bills, being responsible and taking responsibilities with his life, and now being a Superhero as Kara’s ally.

He got used to all of this. He got used to have Kara around. He got used to have his girlfriend around and he wanted her to be around and close to him more. And that’s why, after thinking about it and asking Alex’s permission, he finally had the guts to ask Kara about it. Yeah, and speak about Alex, she was all supporting Kara and Mon-El together.

“Yeah, like, we’re living together. Moving in together.. Together together”

“Are you serious?”

“A hundred percent!”, he tighten his grasp on her waist.

“Mon El…”

“What? Why? It’s a good idea. Actually, I think it’s the best idea. I mean, we’ve been a couple for two years.. In Daxam by then we should get latched, um, married”

“You’re not proposing me right now right?”

“Haha as much as I’d love to, but no, not yet” Well, he’s been thinking about that too. But the ring is not ready yet. “You said you want an easy step, baby step, slowly but sure, a slow burn.. and we’ve been doing this easy baby step for two years. I want something more serious, more of a.. commitment”

“You’re a gallant” She smiled.

“Just say yes”, he demanded.

“Well I want to.. But you just rented this apartment”

“Yeah.. I’m starting to like it. But I like yours better”, he said reassuring.

“And I love my apartment”

“That’s it! So I’m, we’re, moving into your apartment”, he said excitedly.

“Really? Are you sure?”, she confirmed his boyfriend excitement.

“Why not?” He pulled her even closer so she can’t go anywhere. He really needed her to say yes. “So what do you say?”

“Hmm…”, she pursed her lips. Thinking about the decision.

“Come on.. Just say yes.. Just say yes.. Yeesss”, he pleaded as he came closer to her face. He teased her with his cute pouting. She couldn’t help but gave her boyfriend a smooch on his cute pout, it’s irresistable.

“Fine. Yes”, she finally answered.

“YES!!”, he threw a fist to the air. “I love you” He gave his girl a smooch in return. Then he peppered her with his kisses until she giggles.

What started as sweet kisses, quickly turned to a heated one.

“I can’t get enough of you”, Mon El said.

“Me too”, she whispered. Her soft sexy voice gave him a hard on.

“You look sexy in my tshirt” He played with the hem. His hand traveled to her stomach.

“Not as sexy as you’re looking right now”, she whispered on his ear while her fingers brushing his hair by the scalp. Her breath arose goosebumps on his neck. She could feel his hard on member stirring.

“You know what, I need my other breakfast in bed”, he said teasing her.

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Take me” She ordered. Her boyfriend was grinning from ear to ear with such excitement.

And without hesitation, he slid his hand under her knees, he pulled her up, and carried her to his bed room. He couldn’t hide his excitement. He knew, whether they’re move in together or not, Kara is the best decision he’s ever made.

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