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marvelsbetch · 3 years
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Peter Parker’s field trip part 2
March 7th
Peter's POV
I woke up peacefully to Friday playing Highway to Hell and telling me it was 6:30am and I needed to get up for school. Concerned for Wade's sleeping I quickly told Friday to be quiet and that I was up, I obviously didn't want to wake him at such a cruel hour.
Stumbling out of my room in a sleep filled haze, almost walking into the door frame and tripping over my shoes, I made my way to the kitchen to find Pops trying to cook breakfast and silently arguing with Thor who put his hammer in front of the fridge yet again, Loki really is a bad influence on the God.
"Uncle Thor please move the hammer so I can have breakfast. Please." I requested giving him my puppy dog eyes knowing he can't resist them.
With a small grunt Thor moved his hammer and set it on top of the kitchen counter out of people way. Pops sent me a grateful look before pulling eggs, milk and cheese out of the fridge to make Captain America's famous omelette. I smiled slightly and moved to sit on one of the bar stools at the island counter and watched slowly as all the Avengers plus Loki, T'Challa and Shuri were woken up by the amazing smell. All but my boyfriend who could probably sleep through an earthquake, hurricane and tsunami all at once. It's a gift.
-1 hour later-
After breakfast I got ready to just come back here, grabbed my back, kissed my now awake boyfriend goodbye, hugged my Dads goodbye and made my way to the car with Happy prepared to take me to school. On the way Happy gave me a lecture on how I was basically representing Dad and SI so I should be on my best behaviour. It was boring and in all honest, I'd heard it before on the field trip to the zoo we have last month, that didn't end well in all honesty. It's better left saying some monkeys escaped and it totally wasn't my fault.
"Right Kid. We're hear, I'll pick you up tomorrow from here so message me when you're on your way back to school." He told me, I could tell he was going to miss me but I could also tell he was looking forward to the extra one hours sleep he was going to get tomorrow from not needing to drop me off.
"Bye Happy. Tell everyone I'll miss them. See you tomorrow and I'll give regular update and text you if anything happens." I told him before exiting the car and walking up to Ned who was waiting outside the bus ready for me.
"Hey man. You looking forward to the surprise field trip?" Ned asked as we stepped onto the bus.
"Not really. I'm gonna miss everyone at the tower. Wade arrived last night as well so I'm not gonna see him for like another two days." I sighed as we sat down next to each other in the middle of the bus.
"Hey penis. I know what the field trip is and you're gonna be in so much shit." Flash tainted as he passed us.
"Steve wouldn't be happy with your language." I mumbled so only Ned heard. We both giggled a little but everyone was soon quietened down by Mrs Robbins shouting at us.
"Okay so before we leave we must take role call to see who's here." She explained and started reading names off of her sheet. Everyone responded with a simple yes miss and everything was going well until she got to my name.
"Patricia Parker!" She yelled and looked directly at me. I simply ignored it and continued to stare out of the window until she shouted it again louder.
"Come on Penis just answer. Don't try and stall this." Flash huffed from the back of the bus.
"Fine. Peter Parker is here." I told her emphasising the work 'Peter'.
"What ever." She grumbled going back to role call.
-30 minutes later-
As we were driving I noticed a lot of places, it took a few seconds until it finally clicked as to where we were going. Stark Industries. Over night. Oh dear.
“Right kids. We're going to be there in roughly 5 minutes so please get you begs sorted, make sure your areas are clean and you have everything with you." Mrs Robbins told us from the front of the bus.
"I bet you'd recognise this way from your internship, if it was real." Flash sneered as if it was going to affect me.
Soon we pulled into the visitor parking lot and exited the car. I was slightly shaking with anxiety especially when Happy and two other security guards, Johnson and Stone (I don't know their first names) walked over to us and started running through the security guidelines.
"And finally and type of bullying or intolerance towards anyone inside this building with not be tolerated and the person doing it will be kicked out immediately. That could be in 10 minutes or at 2:00 in the morning. It will not be tolerated." Happy finished giving me a look that said 'I know something you don't know I know'. Shit.
"Okay now that that is out of the way with, follow us." Happy said leading us inside the lobby of the building by swiping his security card.
“Okay we're gonna give you all access passes. These are the lowest of the 10 levels you get get so basically all you can use them for is the toilet. We have a strict no re-printing policy and a display policy. In other words you must always have your pass on display on your outer most layer of clothing, if it's lost then you will be searched and escorted out of the building if it is not found. Let that be a warning to everyone." Johnson explained as Stone started handing out the passes, glossing over me, Ned and MJ of course, until everyone had them.
Me, Ned and MJ all had to pull out our avenger themed cards. Mine was half and half Iron Man and Captain America cause there my dads. Ned's was a combo of everyone's as he couldn't decide which one he preferred. MJ went for Nat cause MJ liked the fact that she, and Pepper, could control all of us and was the only girl original Avenger. MJ admires her as a icon for women.
"Okay everyone scan your passes as you walk through the scanner like this." Stone demonstrated as he scanned his pass and walked through the scanner with his hands out.
"Logan Stone. Security level clearance:8. No unauthorised items." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice announced.
"Now all of you do it." Happy instructed.
Everyone started going through the scanner, Flash being the most smug as his level 1 clearance was announced, until it got the the final three. Me, Ned and MJ. MJ decided to go first, F.R.I.D.A.Y announced her name, level 9 security clearance and the fact she had no unauthorised items with her. Next was Ned, F.R.I.D.A.Y announced his name, level 9 security clearance and the fact he had no unauthorised items. Next was me, I was dreading it.
"Come on Patricia, just admit your internship is fake now and save us all the trouble." Flash shouted over everyone making Happy stop and glare at him. He was about to make a move towards Flash but I put my hand out and stopped him.
"Just leave it Hap. He's not worth cancelling whatever Dad's got planned." I told him in a low voice trying to be unheard.
"He says one more thing and I'll knock him out." Happy threatened.
"I have no doubt you will." I sighed and decided I stalled enough. I quickly scanned my card and walked through the scanner with my hands up like everyone else.
"Peter Stark-Rodgers, level 10 security clearance. No unauthorised items. Mr Stark-Rodgers has already been informed of your arrival. Thank you for using the front entrance." F.R.I.D.A.Ys robotic but slightly sarcastic voice announced.
The tour started off normal. One of the actual interns, Owen, greeted us and me separately. We were quite good friends as he was one of the people to help me when Wade asked me out, I will be eternally grateful to him.
"Okay, our first stop on this tour is the avengers museum. You will be allowed to take photos but please refrain from touching anything as they could activate. Everything thing in this room is the real deal except a few things. We will also be trying to lift Thor's hammer in this room with him there of course." Owen explained. So, this is where Dads plans begin.
We walked into the museum and was greeted with 3 main area. Original Avengers, later added Avengers and Avengers associates. Then, I saw a red and blue display. Spider-Man has his own display IN THE LATER ADDED AVENGERS SECTION. Did this mean Dad wanted me to be an Avenger? What's going on? Did Fury know about this?
Ned grabbed my hand and led me to the display cases where I saw my old suit and computers next to replicas and photos of my current ones. This is so cool.
“Spider-Man is the latest mighty hero to join the Avengers in their mission to protecc the Earth and Asgard. Spider-Man has been described my many to be funny, witty and charming. He the only Avenger to have not revelled his identity yet but we are sure he will in due time. Fun facts about Spider-Man:
He is afraid of Spiders ironically,
He's a complete Daddy's boy,
He made his first suit himself,
He lives with Tony and Steve Stark-Rodgers,
And finally, he can rival Tony Stark-Rodgers levels of Sass." Ned read from the information
I silently groaned at the second fun fact knowing full well Dad was just trying to boost his ego. Oh well, it's kind of hard not to be true.
"Oo Penis Parker checking out the exhibit on his 'friends'." Flash sneered putting air quotes around 'friends'.
"Right, come along people. We have an exclusive lecture with Dr Banner on Gamma radiation and how it affects the human body. Everybody make and orderly que and and we can make our way there." Owen informed and instructed.
We all qued up with me and my friends at the back and started to walk towards the elevator to go to Bruce's lab. Once we found ourselves outside of the lab the reality of the situation set in, we're going to be talking to my Uncle Bruce. While no one in the class knows he's my Uncle and I'm with my Bully and Transphobic teacher. I dread to think what's about to happen.
"Okay kids. Be very polite and respectful, we don't want a code Green." Owen instructed before knocking on the door and waiting for Bruce to open it as Owen didn't have high enough clearance to open the door.
After a minute of waiting and no sign of Bruce Owen knocked again but to no avail. I knew that Bruce was working on a new project last night so it's highly likely he's asleep so I stepped forward, security card in hand and swiped it for entrance.
"Peter Parker, access granted." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice sounded from above the door way.
I opened the door slowly and saw Bruce asleep on the couch. Motioning for everyone to give me a minute I creeped into the room to gently wake him up.
"Uncle Bruce, you have to give my class a lecture. Uncle Bruce wake up." I said softly and gently shook him awake.
"What? Peter? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Bruce asked slowly sat up.
"I'm on a field trip and you're supposed to give a lecture to my class. They're all outside but you fell asleep." I informed him.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry. Ask them to give me a minute and I'll be mostly ready. Thanks Pete." Bruce replied scrambling to clean up a little bit and get sorted.
"He'll just be a minute." I informed my class while exiting the room waiting for Bruce when I heard Uncle Clint shifting in the vents. Oh no, this has been planned.
“Hello Midtown. Sorry for the delay, life of a stressed scientist. I'm sure most of you know what that's like. Come in, take a seat and please excuse the mess." Bruce greeted and opened the door wider for us to enter.
We all shuffled into the highly cluttered room and sat down in one of the fold out chairs set us in the centre of the room infront  of three dry erase boards. Uncle Bruce started his lecture but I soon tuned him out as I had heard it all before.
"Peter!" Clint yelled popping his head out from the vent with a grin on his face.
"Barton." I said in a monotone voice to hopefully convey my disinterest in whatever he was planning.
"I was asking if I could go into your room to borrow some silly string. Tony fucked with a few of my arrows and I'm not happy about it. I was literally shocked!" He shouted the last sentence making me wince and cover my ears.
"Yes you may but only one can. I need the rest for Loki cause he's the only one out of all of you that hasn't had a string attack yet. Hopping to change that soon." I informed.
"Cool. I'm taking the blue one. Bye, see you later." He waved before disappearing back into the vents and crawling away.
"He has this all planned doesn't he?" I asked Uncle Bruce signing slightly.
"Sorry kid." He smirked and continued with his lecture despite people only being focused on gawping at me.
Soon after that his lecture was finished and we moved on. Owen took us to a more general development lab where people started their testing to see if it was possible and worth perusing. As soon as we entered I was greeted with Shuri running towards me and hugging me tightly.
"Shuri, you literally saw me last night. Why are you hugging me so tightly?" I asked smiling slightly.
"I still missed you. Brother has been boring but these labs are very interesting, still they would be more so with you here." She told me pulling away and looking at my astonished class.
"Hello children of Midtown High School. I am Shuri Princess of Wakanda and this is my brother, the king." Shuri introduced smiling at everyone's shocked faces.
"I can introduce myself sister." T'Challa told her.
"Now you know how I feel." She told him smirking before walking off to see one of the experiments happening in the room.
We looked around the lab for a little while, I helped a few people with equations and how to improve their testing. Shuri and I shouted memes and vines at each other from across the room. Flask and Mrs Robbins glared at me any chance they got.
"Right Children, it's time for lunch. You've been privileged enough to have lunch on the level 7 balcony right near the landing pad. Please be calm and sensible and respectful of the employees eating there." Owen explained and lead us up to the eating deck.
Once there I immediately noticed Uncle Thor and Loki waiting around the corner obviously looking for me. They truly planned this. Anyway, me, Ned and MJ all walked over to an empty table and they took out their lunches when I noticed I left mine in the kitchen this morning. Shoot.
"Peter!" I hear Thor yell as he and Loki walk around the corner with his arms out.
"Hello Thor. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked jokingly formally.
"Does one need a reason to visit his favourite nephew?" Thor asked bringing me into a hug, possibly crushing everyone of my ribs in the process, while Loki stood awkwardly to the side.
"If your all going to embarrass me can I ask you a favour in return?" I asked the brothers.
"Of course Peter! Anything for my nephew!" Thor all but yelled and clapped me on the back.
"Yeah, I left my lunch on the kitchen counter today. Could you possibly run up and get it for me please." I requested when a flying object fell from the sky.
My lunch.
"YOUR WELCOME!" I heard Sam yell from above us.
"THANKS BIRD BRAIN!" I yelled back at him and sat back down as the table, Thor and Loki soon following.
"Peter, I was wondering later if you could help me with my magic. I've been trying to work on my long distance aim and I think you'd be the perfect person to practice with." Loki asked shyly, he still isn't comfortable with all of us yet but he's made loads of progress.
"To hit or to avoid?" I jokingly asked earning a slight laugh out of the giant.
"To miss. I'll place the object I want to hit next to you and 'throw' a spell at it. If you're next to it it gives me more motivation to not hit it." Loki explained.
"Yeah sure I'll do that. What time were you thinking?" I asked.
"Well, you're class is staying the night and tomorrow day so maybe we could find time tonight or tomorrow night." Loki said making me realise my entire class has witnessed this entire encounter. For frick sake.
"Peter!" The deep voice of Bucky yelled from the doorway to the balcony.
My entire class looked in shock as I hugged good bye to the Gods and James 'Bucky' Barnes walked over to me with a bag and an apron saying 'Kiss the cook' on it. Once he was within range I could smell the contents of the bag. White chocolate and caramel cookies. My favourite.
"I made cookies and thought you might like some while they're hot." He explained handing me the beg witch I immediately accepted and took a cookie from.
"Thank you Uncle Bucky." I said but it was muffled by the whole cookie I shoved into my mouth. Classy.
"Hey you said you'd wait for me!" I hear my boyfriend shout appearing at the doorway and running towards me with his arms spread.
"I said I was leaving in one minute and you could come if you wanted. I never said I'd wait for you cause I know how long you can take." Bucky complained to Wade who crushed me into a hug and kissed my lips briefly.
My entire class and teacher were stunned at this point. Every single jaw, except Ned and MJ's, was on the floor. When Wade kissed me I could faintly see from the corner of my eye my teacher so red and angry. Close minded female dog.
"I've not seen you all day how are you?" Wade asked pulling away.
"I'm fine, you saw me less than a few hours ago. Not much changed." I told him smiling a little and pulling him into another kiss. I did this to annoy my teacher but mainly because I just loved to kiss my boyfriend. Sue me.
"I know but anything could happen while I'm not there. I love you too much to allow anything to happen to you." He said to me after a solid 40 seconds of kissing.
"Right well, I'm gonna go back upstairs. Wade, you can stay with Peter as long as you keep your hands to yourself." Bucky warned before walking off back into the tower and Me and Wade sat down with me on his lap.
After a few minuets the shock wore off and people started whispering and pointing at me and Wade. Nothing I didn't expect if I'm honest but it's a lot more annoying than I thought it would be.
“I love you Wade." I said putting my head on his chest and eating my cookies.
"I lub you too Pete." He responded making me giggle a little. "And you're ass that will be mine tonight." He whispered seductively into my ear and gently grabbed my ass.
"You two make me want to be sick." MJ joked making a disgusted face at us before continuing with her lunch.
"Right everyone, we have ten minutes before we need to move on." Owen warned.
To be continued...
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asagi-s-garden · 3 years
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WB is the worst when it comes to DC. It's no coindence that Constantine is leaving 'Legends of Tomorrow" in the wake of the upcoming HBO Max show. And this pandemic ruined a lot of plans. As you said "BL" wasn't meant to be in the Arrowverse put when it happened they were all gung-ho for it. They had plans for Jeff to visit Central City and for Anissa and Grave to chill in Gotham. But then the pandemic and whatever BTS drama that got "BL" canned. Like *something* happened. It got an early renewal in Jan then it was cancelled in Nov. And CW didn't even bother to have proper trailers for new episodes. Don't tell me somebody on the show didn't rub the network the wrong way to result in that level of pettiness
Yeah, WB isn't just the worst with DC, but really the worst with favoritism in my personal opinion
They tried so hard to make the DC streaming service a huge success but as soon as they saw it wasn't going to be they got rid of everything like it was on fire, HBO Max is the new golden child so they're cutting their own throats in other areas to make it succeed- IE: Theaters
My poor Suicide Squad 2 ;_; no I won't say "my THE Suicide Squad" it won't roll off the tongue it was a sacrificial lamb to the damn streaming service :(
I know it's an unpopular opinion to not be all over streaming but they're really clearly cutting way more than just corners in order to feed that specific beast and try to make it compete with Disney+, that's why they're starting to draw the string on the Arrowverse :/ The same thing happened, I think, with the DC streaming service though, when they saw that the biggest success of DC was the Arrowverse, they decided to pull their dying streaming service as well as the DCEU into it to pump the Arrowverse up more, now that the Arrowverse is starting to go under- with three shows being gone, Batwoman being in questionable territory, and the two biggest successes of the year being largely disjointed from it (Superman and Stargirl), I think they're going to try to scramble it like eggs :/ They're doing the same with the DCEU to a degree though, by having loosely connected stories that do more universe hopping and tone changes (IE: Joker coming out just months before Birds Of Prey and having been preceeded by Shazam!) I think since they're seeing more promise in that approach right now for the movies, they might be trying to do the same for TV- or they're just trying to let the Arrowverse die of neglect so they can pump up HBO Max like you said
Ofcourse now that WB has been bought by Discovery, we might get some big changes to this; Discovery already said they wanted to pour seven BILLION dollars into DC properties specifically in the first year alone, and I know the rumor is that they're only going to try to gloss up DC so that they can sell the assets to the highest bidders once their "probation" period ends but like.... seven billion is a hell of alot of gloss..... and if they can start pulling in more numbers like Joker, Superman & Lois, and The Suicide Squad (wich may have not been a huge hit at the box office but wich reportedly smashed the HBO Max numbers enough that WB is circling James Gunn like a starving shark), then I have a hard time believing they'd be wanting to get rid of it, especially when, let's face it, DC is easily the most well known and most marketable asset Discovery has ever had and probably ever will have purely because of Superman alone, you can't find a person anywhere who hasn't atleast heard of Superman, regardless of how much the film properties are hit-and-miss financially, I have a hard time believing anyone would just throw that kind of name power to the wolves....
But onto Black Lightning, I actually have a pretty strong theory about that one
I'm almost certain that China Anne McClain is why the show was canned
And do not get me wrong, I don't mean that in a snippy way, but China quit Black Lightning pretty urgently- to the point that she only wanted to do limited episodes for the final season
Backing up a moment here though, let me explain why I think this was the nail-in-the-coffin
Black Lightning was very quickly becoming centered around Lightning specifically
That doesn't mean to say that it wasn't still Jefferson's story and that Anissa wasn't still important, but Jennifer was getting set up to be The Powerhouse of the show, with the bulk of the drama probably surrounding her and the thought of her potentially taking on her father's mantel
It seemed like the idea of Black Lightning retiring or atleast putting on the suit a little less was starting to become a thing, and with Jefferson firmly accepting his daughters as part of the world of Metas at that point, that would have lead to Anissa and Jennifer taking much more of the spotlight than they had in the beginning- that's a natural progression of things, and although I actually prefer Anissa's storyline (it's just more my personal cup of tea), I will readily admit that Jennifer was the one who had the ability to carry an entire season's worth of story on her shoulders.... not so much Anissa, who has her wife (so romantic subplots are pretty toned down), her powers are developed and stable (nothing quite like the learning curves Jennifer was facing), she has a stable job and a stable superhero identity- two, in fact-, so no literal schoolyard drama or issues with "Am I in my father's shadow? Is this how the world sees me and do I want them to see me this way?" much like what Jennifer was starting to experience in the end of the show either
TLDR Anissa mostly had her shit together, wich is great for her, but it doesn't lend to being able to carry the most dramatic storylines like it does with Jennifer, who's still figuring out pretty much everything
I think Jennifer was already starting to take a very large amount of the story as of the last season and even starting to steal the spotlight before that, if they were to come back for more I feel like she would have been in a place of being much more obviously groomed to take on the main charector status wile Jefferson stepped back just a little bit to be more supportive to her journey instead of the other way around
And the show could still exist very much as Jefferson's story wile that story happened to center on Jennifer
.....Buuuuuuuuuuuuut that's where the problem comes in
China said before the show was cancelled that she was going to step down from playing Lightning because she wanted to focus on her faith more and be removed from anything that wasn't "in service to God", wich is totally fine for her, but it does put Black Lightning in a bit of a difficult position because the charector they were gearing up to make their breakout star was suddenly going to either have to pull a Winn and just... be.... gone.... or have to get recast
To be entirely honest, I'm not sure why they didn't stick with the recasting instead, I thought Laura Karuki did a fantastic job as Jennifer and the "Am I Jennifer or am I JJ?" story would have been a great thing to explore for an entire season, but if I had to guess, they maybe just didn't want to mess with it?
Black Lightning had good numbers but it wasn't in the top five or anything to my recollection, not since it's premiere season anyway, and it could have been a compound decision of "We weren't going to keep this up much longer anyway so let's just take this as a sign to wrap it up", although I think that the way the recast was done could have presented a stable option for them if they had decided to give it a go for a full season, although maybe that's just my opinion and they initially made the recast so that the people behind the curtain could see if Laura would work well enough as Jennifer and when they decided that the vibe wasn't right they went on ahead and pulled the plug rather than risk getting the same um... resistance.... than Batwoman met over their recasting choices
Although I could go on for days about why that situation is different (to be clear: I do like Ryan quite alot but I don't think the Batwoman situation was nearly as seamless as Black Lightning's in terms of recasts, but that's another story for another day)
TLDR I think if China had stayed aboard they would have gone on for atleast another season or two, but there are some shows where members of an ensemble cast are so essential that their leaving is too big of a blow to stay through
It's much like when Dylan O'Brien had to bow out of Teen Wolf for a little wile, I think you'd be hard pressed to find a fan who absolutely loved season six, and even before that people were having a hard time staying with a lack of Tyler Hoechlin, with some even stepping away when Crystal Reed left, even though- at both of those points- most of the core cast was still there and at no point did the titular main ever leave, I feel like Black Lightning's situation is very similar, people were just too invested in Jennifer
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anxious-logic · 4 years
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Timeless Love
@tsshipmonth2020​
Day 13:  Everyone is born with a super power, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.
Ship: Analogical (unspecified; could be romantic, QPR, platonic, whatever you want)
Warnings: Character death (Roman, Patton, and Virgil are ghosts; Logan becomes a ghost, although his death is not detailed and relatively glossed over), lmk if there’s anything else I need to add!
Word count: 1271
Summary: Logan can’t see Virgil. Virgil can’t use his telekinesis. Patton and Roman are way too excited about these two facts.
Virgil studied the newcomer closely. They didn’t seem to see him, which wasn’t unusual – not many people could sense ghosts. What was weird about this person was that they had multiple ghosts trailing around them playfully, disappearing and reappearing at various places around them and their belongings.
The person frowned. “Patton? Roman? Where did you go?”
The two ghosts looked at each other, confused. “We’re still here,” one of them – wearing a marching band jacket with a bright red sash – said. The other ghost, wearing a light blue polo shirt and a cardigan tied around their neck, waved a hand in front of the living person’s face. Marching Band gasped as they saw Virgil.
“Patton,” they said. “Look.”
The other ghost – Patton, apparently – turned around. They grinned as they saw Virgil, waving excitedly. Their hands came up to frame their face. They bounced in place for a few moments, then seemed to realize that they weren’t saying anything. They looked anxiously to the other ghost.
“This is Patton, he/him. My name is Roman, also he/him. You?”
Virgil shrunk deeper into his hoodie. “Virgil. He/him.”
“If you’re wondering, Patton doesn’t speak verbally. He uses ASL, which I translate.”
Virgil nodded slowly. “Understood.”
Patton began to bounce a little again, his hands moving quickly. He was interrupted by a hand appearing through Patton’s chest. They dissolved in surprise, reforming quickly a few inches from where he had last been.
“That’s Logan,” Roman said, looking worriedly at the single living being in the room. “He… Normally, he can see us. His gift is to talk to spirits. But apparently, he can’t right now.”
Roman raised an eyebrow at Virgil. “Out of curiosity, what was your power?”
Virgil perked up. “Telekinesis. It even carries over to here, look-”
He attempted to move one of Logan’s boxes, but it wouldn’t budge. He frowned, trying again.
“It’s not going,” he said, concentrating on a smaller one. That one wouldn’t move either. “I swear it carried over, I don’t know why it’s not wo-” 
He stopped suddenly. “Oh.”
A huge grin appeared on Roman’s face. “This should be fun.”
***
Logan started as Patton popped up next to him in the kitchen, a huge grin on his face.
“What is the issue?” he asked. The ghost just bounced up and down, seemingly unable to sign his message to Logan. Roman appeared next to him, putting a hand on the other ghost’s arm.
“We were in the bedroom with you earlier,” he said. Patton nodded excitedly as Logan frowned.
“I couldn’t see you.”
“Exactly. Thing is, there’s another ghost here. His name is Virgil, and he has telekinesis powers. He couldn’t use them when you were in the bedroom either.”
When you left, he could show us what he could do, Patton signed.
Logan’s eyes went wide with realization. “Are you saying this Virgil is my soulmate?”
Patton started bouncing even more as a smile split Roman’s face. His hands moved quickly. We believe so, he said.
Logan pressed his lips together into a contemplative line. “Would one or both of you be open to being… a third-party communication device, for lack of a better term, between the two of us?”
“Absolutely,” Roman said. Patton nodded excitedly.
“This sounds like it will be an… interesting venture into communication,” Logan said slowly. A smirk split his face. “I’m up for the challenge.”
A thumping sound was heard from the next room over. Roman perked up, listening to something, then turned to Logan.
“Virgil says he is as well.”
***
Virgil paced worriedly as Roman bit at his thumb.
“He should be home by now,” he whispered. They had all avoided saying it, but it was true. Logan was three hours late.
He should be in the kitchen, making supper. He should be talking to the ghosts - his roommates. He should be back.
Patton jerked his head up. Quiet, he signed. The other two turned into statues, not moving or even keeping up the facsimile of breathing.
He looked carefully over towards the bedroom, creeping towards the doorway. He made a cutting motion when Virgil moved to follow him.
No, he signed. Only me. I’m older. I’m used to this. It’s hard.
Roman caught Virgil’s elbow, suddenly realizing what was going on.
“Stay here,” he whispered. His hand slipped down the hoodie to squeeze onto the other side’s fingers. “It’ll all be okay.”
***
Logan blinked into consciousness, staring up at his bedroom ceiling.
What’s going on, he thought to himself. He only remembered exiting his office building, then… nothing.
He looked to the side as a movement caught his eye. It was Patton, but-
He was in color.
Oh, God.
Logan knew what that meant. They were translucent and a bluish-white when you saw them as a living being, and when you were on their side…
Then they were colorful and opaque - lifelike.
Like Patton was right now.
Logan looked down at where his body should be. He looked alive, yes, but when he moved his hand up to touch his face, the air resistance was all wrong.
Hey, kiddo, Patton signed. How are you feeling?
“Confused,” Logan whispered. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever admitted to feeling that way before. Curious, yes, or forming a hypothesis, but never confused.
It’ll be okay. The rest of us are here for you, understand?
Logan took a deep breath that he realized he didn’t actually need, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and raking his hands through his hair.
“Can you bring Virgil in?” he asked. “I need to know… if I can see him. If… if we still cancel each other out.”
Patton’s eyes softened. It’ll be okay, kiddo. Roman and I are here for the two of you no matter what, okay?
Logan paused. “This… isn’t your first time doing this, is it?” He could see the age in Patton’s eyes, the memories that were flashing in the other’s mind.
No.
“I… thank you.”
Patton simply inclined his head in acknowledgement, an oddly formal reminder of just how old he actually was. He dissolved out of the room.
Logan was left to his thoughts for a few seconds. He wasn’t able to process much about the situation; he was dead, yes. His mind hadn’t comprehended exactly what that meant yet, but he did know that much. He was dead. He was no longer living.
“Logan?”
An unfamiliar voice startled Logan out of his thoughts.
“Um… hi,” Logan said, looking up at the new figure in the room. He was of medium height, slightly taller than Logan. His hair was messy, a pair of headphones around his neck. Black eyeshadow was under his eyes, accentuating (or possibly trying to hide?) his eyebags. An oversized black hoodie was slung around his skinny frame, but he seemed so comfortable in it that it didn’t look wrong.
The other man coughed slightly, a reminder that he was there.
“Apologies,” Logan said. “It’s… my first time seeing you. And hearing you. I know you have been living with me for over six years, and we know… everything about each other, but I still… never got a chance to hear your voice or see what you look like.”
Virgil stepped forward, a hand reaching out to Logan.
“Hey,” he said. “I get it. Well, not really, but- I can imagine.” A small smile spread across his face. His hand connected to the crook of Logan’s elbow. Logan gasped, at the electric feeling of the other ghost making physical contact with him.
“Take your time. We don’t have a limit, not anymore.”
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sebbybooks · 4 years
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War of Hearts
Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction
"For some reason, the two of us arguing was
like some sick form of foreplay."
c.l
"It is settled. . . I can't ever leave my house again in the daytime!" I say feeling winded as though I've run a marathon without stopping for any sort of break. I pulled my fingers from out between the blinds as I quickly stepped away from the window. Fearing that he would spot me any second if I stood there any longer. I felt a growing sense of dread rise in the pit of my stomach. It started to tangle itself into all sorts of knots while the sense of realization began to kick in. That paired with a chaotic feeling of rage and excitement flowed through my veins causing a web of mixed emotions as I made my way out of the sunroom. I must have manifested him without even knowing what I was even doing. Or maybe the universe was playing some cosmic cruel prank on me? A tiny part of me just accepted the fact that I was simply destined to have unconventional awkward moments for the rest of my adult life.
"I mean what are the odds Leona?" Sonny called out in amazement from inside of the sunroom as she continued to gaze at the horror scene continue to play out while the movers carried more boxes into the house next door.
"Next to fucking impossible!" My voice rose in a nervous pitch. I wandered over to my sofa and purposely fell face forward on to it. Perhaps if I laid there long enough it would swallow me into it? I would have take any given option offered to me at this point if it meant I wouldn't have to come face to face with Sebastian. It wasn't suppose to happen like this or at all for that matter. It's been two months since I've last spoken to him and after our last conversation I knew that was the final nail in the coffin. I was certain that our paths were never going to cross again. If they did that meant I had made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in hell.
"Don't you think you are being a tad bit dramatic babe?" I could hear it in the cadence of my best friend's voice that she didn't fully understand the severity of my problem. Boredom on top of being drunk off of wine is a powerful combination that will most likely definitely drag you down a dark and twisted rabbit hole. Signing up for a dating app for example and talking to guys I had zero intention of talking to after a twenty four hour period. But, atlas one had to slip through the cracks and make me fall completely apart over him. I turned my head to face Sonny, "He hates me and to be quite honest the feeling is mutual!"
Clearly glossing over what I had just said to her she continued on, "Look on the bright side at least he wasn't a catfish!"
I released a guttural sound into the pillow. "Terrific. I'll shoot Max and Nev an email to tell them to call off the camera crew." I could hear that she was muttering witty comebacks underneath her breath, however my brain simply chose to block them all out.
I was too busy recounting all the endless nights I lost sleep over talking to Sebastian, making plans that would never see the light. The guy completely interrupted my life. There were moments where I caught myself smiling at my phone when I saw his name flash across my screen. My heart felt like it was going to implode and I got high off of that feeling to the point I became addicted. At night it amplified when I would pace my bedroom floor back and forth like a love struck girl anticipating on what Sebastian would say next. I wish I had a time machine, because I would use it to go back and break my phone into a million little pieces. Foolish, gullible, naive are just a few of the words I would use to describe myself for allowing myself to think that just for a moment any of that was real. So the second I start to move on and phase him out of system completely he moves into the house right next to mine. There was no denying that fate was certainly screwing with me.
"You never even gave me all of the dirty details of what exactly happened between you and sexy jeans." She said wistfully, still drinking him in from the where she stood.
I laughed despite myself. I looked to my friend and said, "Because I would rather picture him falling off of a cliff." I broke into a wide grin before slamming my face back down into the couch cushion.
"I don't believe you." She feigned a sigh, "He is flawless." I could hear the heels of her Jimmy Choos clack louder and louder against the floor as she joined in me in the living room.
"He keeps his flaws well hidden." I said, my voice barely audible with it being pressed into a sofa cushion. Cutting off any air circulation.
"One day you liked him then out of the clear blue sky you didn't.The guy told you he wanted to fuck you in front of a mirror to see every inch of you!" She said in amazement.
"No comment." I muttered.
Sonny huffed. "Well you certainly can not hide from him for long."
I pulled myself upright and slouched back on the couch in a more relaxed position. "Watch me." I said with full confidence.
The rest of the day flew on by in a slow pace. The transition in the sky gave away to its tell tale signs that the time was changing. Sonny and I spent our afternoon mindlessly scrolling through high fashion mood boards on Pinterest. Salivating over the vintage couture and places that were way out of our travel budgets as of right now. Together we planned a hypothetical trip to Northern France so that Sonny and I could visit Claude Monet's garden in Giverny.
It opened up a window of conversation for me to go into a spiel about Monet's love for art and botany. Not even for a second could I mask my fascination for art history. Which costed me a Milano cookie getting thrown in my direction, taking it as my cue to stop my blabbering. I couldn't help myself if I wanted to I had a weak spot for the subject. After all I did need a positive distraction so that my brain could cancel out any and all thoughts of Sebastian that crept into my head.
Usually when the mere thought of him invaded my mind it was very difficult to remove him. I was hardly paying any attention to what my friend was talking about for the last two hours. Though frankly I don't believe she noticed. It took the chiming sound of my doorbell to wake me from my trance.
Sonny stretched her arm out to stop me from getting up." Ahh let me get it! It's time for me to go anyway." She bent down and within a few seconds she retrieved her pumps and swiftly put them on her feet.
"I'm not expecting anyone it's probably just a delivery guy. I'm waiting on a package to arrive today." I tried turning my neck like an owl to get a better view out of the window behind me. I didn't see a postal truck or anyone dressed in uniform for that matter, fleeing like they just lit a fire on my steps. I never fully grasped the concept of why a delivery worker sprinted away like they were in a game of tag.
"Did you by any chance order a man?" She asked with humor laced in her voice.
"What?" I asked in utter confusion, seconds went by and she never responded with an actual answer. I called her name again. Still nothing, I focused my hearing and I could make out the sound of two muffled voiced mingling together from my front door. Curiosity driving my actions I quickly hopped up from the couch tiptoeing around the corner with a smirk on my face. Because I was under the guise that Sonny was flirting with the guy delivering my packages. Like a bad sketch from a variety show I was quickly faced with the reality of the joke. Soon as our eyes locked the charming smile he wore on his face dropped as quickly as mine did.
Sonny leaned her back against the door widening it just enough so that we could see each other. "Damn. Well this should be interesting."
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alipeeps · 3 years
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New tag game: Post pictures of your first ever (fictional/celeb) crush to the latest one and tag five others to continue the game
Thanks to @minmoyu for tagging me and ooof, are you sure you’re ready for this?!! :D I have been around/in fandom for a loooooong time and at first I thought, okay, no way I can list all my crushes, there have been SO many and we’ll be here all day but then as I started compiling a list I found I was having fun reminiscing and decided, what the heck, yeah, let’s do em all... or at least all I can remember! :D
There have absolutely for sure been other more minor crushes and passing fancies along the way, but these are the big ones that I remember (and that, in more recent years, I can track by going through my posted fanfics on AO3 and even *shudder* FFNET and seeing which shows I was into enough to want to write fic about the characters).
[Quick note: with rare exceptions, for actors I am listing them by the character they played rather than just the actor. Whilst there are actors that I like in multiple roles (and conversely, characters who on paper I would normally be into but are played by actors who do nothing for me, and hence the character generally does nothing for me either), for the most part it is the character I really have the crush on.]
I’m going to put this under a readmore cos it has gotten ridiculously long:
So... without further ado:
1. MORTEN HARKET from a-ha - OKay so, dating myself badly here but... I had the *biggest* crush on Morten Harket when I was a teenager. Pretty much the entirety of my side of the bedroom I shared with my sister was covered in posters of a-ha, and Morten in particular. I even had a heart-shaped Morten Harket pillow! :D I loved a-ha’s music (still do!) and I wanted to go see them in concert when I was 14 but my parents wouldn’t let me (*sob*). I did finally get to see them in concert in the early 2000s and they were BRILLIANT live (and Morten was still very very pretty)! 
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2. RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON as MACGYVER - MacGyver is the first tv character I remember being really into and having a crush on, to the extent that I would record episodes of the show off the tv (onto VHS tape - yes, I am *that* old!) so that I could rewatch them (especially the ones where he got hurt - yeah, I was a whumper even then! :D)
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3. KEIFER SUTHERLAND - One of my rare exceptions. I think I first saw him in Lost Boys (and loved him in that film) but it was his role as Doc Scurlock in Young Guns that really made me fall for both the character and him. I definitely remember seeking out any and all films he was in and buying any magazine he was interviewed in (and knowing far more facts about him than was probably healthy! :D) and even drawing a fanart portrait of him. :)
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4. KYLE MACLACHLAN as SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER - I remember hearing about Twin Peaks before it started airing in the UK and it sounded so different and interesting... I watched it from the very first episode and very quickly developed a crush on Coop.  
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5. BRENT SPINER as DATA - I think ST: TNG had been airing for a while before I stumbled across it but I quickly became hooked and Data was my favourite character right from the start. I definitely remember at one point buying an (unofficial) episode guide book so that I could look up which episodes were good Data-focused ones (especially ones where he got hurt! :D) so I could go out and buy the videos that had those episodes on (at the time the show was available to buy on VHS-tape with 2 episodes on each tape).
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6. DAVID DUCHOVNY as FOX MULDER - Another show that I heard the buzz about and started watching right from the start and, like so many others, I immediately developed a crush on the snarky, enigmatic, troubled FBI agent with the weird name. The X-Files was the first show I ever tried writing (one, never-finished) fanfic for.
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7. PAUL GROSS as BENTON FRASER - Man, Due South was such a good show! It was so quirky and clever and funny and Benton Fraser, with his huge heart and his serious demeanour and his gorgeous blue eyes, was just so darn attractive! He also got whumped a fair bit too! :D Due South was also the show that introduced me to the music of Sarah McLachlan (I was enough of a fan that I bought the show soundtrack on CD).
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8. HUGH LAURIE as DR GREGORY HOUSE - This was a bit of an odd one for me because I had grown up knowing Hugh Laurie solely as a comedian/comic actor, known mostly for playing buffoons and genial idiots. And suddenly here he was with stubble, an American accent, and a limp, and he was hawt AF! :D It caused quite the feedback loop in my brain for a while which pretty much went “Wow, House is hot.... but it’s Hugh Laurie... but he’s hot... but it’s HUGH LAURIE!!1!”
I *loved* House (the first few seasons, at least) and oof a character with persistent pain (and a self-destructive streak a mile wide!) was a whumper’s dream. House was the first show for which I wrote - and published online - completed fanfics.
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8. JOE FLANIGAN as JOHN SHEPPARD - Stargate Atlantis was my first proper online fandom, the first show I prolifically and repeatedly wrote fanfic for, and the first time I ever met in person an actor I was a big fan of (and while the show was still airing, to boot!). It was also my first introduction to the online community of whumpers! A bunch of us from the Shep Whump thread on Gateworld heard that Joe was going to be at a convention in London and we decided to book hotel rooms and meet up and go to the convention together and it was AWESOME! I can still remember seeing Joe *in person* for the first time and just,,,, struggling to believe he was actually here, in person, in front of me! He was super super lovely and humble too and took time to chat to everyone at the signing table and I clearly remember my brain just pretty much fritzing out during the photo session and being intensely aware of the sensation of Joe’s hand on my shoulder....
It was also super lovely to meet fellow fans, and online friends, in person for the first time and we had so much fun, and it kickstarted me going to lots of other conventions, including specific Stargate/SGA ones where I got to know lots of other lovely fans and online friends. I’ve met Joe about 4 or 5 times in total now and he’s been lovely every time.
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9. PAUL BLACKTHORNE as HARRY DRESDEN - Gosh I loved the shortlived tv adaptation of The Dresden Files. I loved the fantasy aspect, the stories, the humour, and I especially loved Harry Dresden and how often he got whumped! :D 
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10. DAVID TENNANT as THE 10TH DOCTOR - I had watched the Christopher Ecclestone revival of Doctor Who and enjoyed it well enough but I can clearly remember watching David Tennant’s first episode as The Doctor - on Christmas Day, at my brother-in-law’s house - and being aware, as I watched it that... ooookay, yes, I’m in trouble here... I like him... I like him a lot... :D I mean, I’m sure the fact that he got whumped so thoroughly in his very first episode had nothing to do with how quickly I fell for him... right? :)
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11. ALEX O’LAUGHLIN as MICK ST JOHN - Another show that ended far too soon and just as it was getting *seriously* good. But also a prime example of my point about having a crush on the character not the actor. I looooooved Alex as Mick St John... and yet in Hawaii 5.0 he pretty much does nothing for me (the character is too stoic and the whump often too unrealistically glossed over). Anyway, in Moonlight he was my favourite kind of character - angsty, brooding, dangerous AF when he needed to be... and essentially immortal so you could whump the heck out of him and he’d recover so you could whump him again! :D
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12. SIMON BAKER as PATRICK JANE - There is so much to love about Patrick Jane... his smarts, his sass, his angst... and Simon is a rare “against type” blonde crush for me (you may have noticed by now that most of my crushes follow a similar physical aesthetic - tall, slim/wiry, and dark-haired) and again here I think my crush is almost all to do with the character rather than the actor.
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12. BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH as SHERLOCK HOLMES - I’m almost ashamed to admit it, given the clusterfuck that both the show and its fandom became, but in the earlier seasons I had quite the crush on Benedict’s Sherlock (and okay, a little bit on Benedict himself - I did definitely enjoy some of his other roles too). It helps that I was already a huge fan of the Sherlock Holmes character (I’ve read all the stories and novels multiple times and was a big fan of the Granada adaptation starring Jeremy Brett - whose Holmes would definitely count as one of my more minor/passing crushes) already. Benedict is another crush that I have met in person, at a (actually, the first!) Sherlock convention and he was lovely in person - very genuine, very articulate and thoughtful.
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13. TOM MISON as ICHABOD CRANE - I was excited for Sleepy Hollow as soon as I heard about it and I was SUCH a fan for the first couple of seasons (before TPTB completely destroyed it and it inevitably got cancelled (I didn’t even watch the last season and a half)) and Tom’s Ichabod (and his amazing chemistry with Nicole’s Abbie) was a large part of why. I also quickly became a big fan of Tom himself as he came across as so witty and self-deprecating and *fun* in all the behind the scenes/convention clips etc. I was lucky enough to also meet Tom at a convention and he genuinely is that witty and charming and lovely.
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14. TOM WISDOM as ARCHANGEL MICHAEL - I think Dominion was possibly the first show that I got sucked into by seeing whumpy gifsets on tumblr! :D It was such a great show and also to date the most immersive, welcoming, cast-and-crew-interactive fandom I have ever been in. The cast and crew regularly live-tweeted the episodes, and interacted with fans on Twitter, and it was SO much fun. And Tom’s Michael was my favourite character right from the start - seemingly aloof but so much going on under the surface... and some really nice whump, especially in season 2! I was heartbroken when it was cancelled after only 2 seasons (and just as the plot was getting *really* interesting).
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15. OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as LUCAS - I was hooked on Emerald City right from the first episode. It was visually stunning, so atmospheric, and really intruiging. I love love loved Adria Arjona’s Dorothy (ngl, I had a bit of a crush on her too) and she and Lucas together were just... *chef’s kiss*. I mean... what an introduction to a character... she finds him crucified, bleeding, his wrists tied with barbed wire, and amnesiac.... and the whump only gets better and better from there on in! Like the entire first two episodes are just... Lucas whump! :D And his devotion to her... Emerald City was honestly the first show where I really got into a ship. I was *invested* in Dorcas, dammit! Aaaand sadly another excellent show that never made it past its first season.
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16. JASON RALPH as QUENTIN COLDWATER - Another show that I watched right from the start, was heavily invested in.... and that the writers absolutely tanked and destroyed in later seasons. *cries* Quentin was such a brilliant viewpoint character for the show and I loved his awkwardness, and his angst, and his enthusiasm, and his adorable floppy hair... and how often he got whumped! 
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17. COLIN MORGAN - I fell for Colin in Merlin (which I stumbled upon late, long after it had finished airing, and hence was able to binge-watch the entire 5 seasons!) and liked him enough to seek out his other works, such as The Fall, and Humans, and The Living and the Dead, and he was brilliant (and very pretty) in all of them... and his characters also seem to get whumped quite a lot! :D 
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18. MATT LANTER as WYATT LOGAN - Wyatt was another of my favourite archetypes... absolutely badass and competent... but also tortured and angsty and capable of intense devotion. Another show that I watched because of whumpy gifs on tumblr and the second ever show where I actually got invested in a ship - Lyatt all the way, baby!! :D - aaaaaand yet another show cancelled before its time.
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19. NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM from FINAL FANTASY XV - my very first video game crush! I was recommended to play FFXV by fellow whumpers on the whumpshire discord because it was whumpy... and they were not wrong and I loved the game and I absolutely adored Noctis. FFXV is one of very very VERY few video games that I have actually played right through to the end. And possibly the only video game that has ever affected me to such an extent... I became so invested in the characters and their world and I actually found the last couple of chapters really hard to play because it was actually upsetting me emotionally. I had to take a break for a couple of weeks before I could go back and finish it!
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20. CONNOR from DETROIT BECOME HUMAN - and from there I jumped straight into another video game crush! DBH was another game recommended to me for its whump potential and I, and many others, immediately fell in love with the quirky, sassy, self-sacrificing (if you play the game right!) “android sent by Cyberlife”. The game itself is really good too... although, I have tried to play through all the different endings to the story but have never yet managed to make myself play the machine Connor storyline.... I want to complete all the story branches... but I also just want Hank and Connor to be friends and to be happy! :D
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21. ZHU YILONG - Ahhh... the beginning of the asian drama arc of my fandom life! I first came across Zhu Yilong after getting sucked into watching Guardian because of pretty (and whumpy) gifs on tumblr... and I’ve never looked back. He is one of the rare entries where I am pretty much guaranteed to like him in pretty much anything he does and my crush extends beyond Shen Wei, or his other characters, and into reblogging his fashion shoot photos, and keeping up with news of his work in general. He’s just... so darn pretty! And also so... blur! :D And the behind the scenes stuff and interviews of him with Bai Yu, during the Guardian era, just made me fall for him all the more. He’s also ridiculously talented - not only a fantastic actor, but a really good singer (I love his singing voice), he plays guitar and piano, and he can paint too!!
He’s also pretty much what made me start learning Chinese... because after Guardian I went seeking his other dramas to watch... only to find that many of them are only partially, or not at all, subbed. So I thought... why not try learning Chinese and then I’ll be able to watch his other shows? :D
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21. JI CHANG WOOK - My first kdrama crush, and what a good one to start with! Healer was the first drama I ever watched and can you blame me for falling for JCW... especially when I followed up Healer with The K2?! I’ve liked him in pretty much everything I’ve watched him in. Although I do wish he would go back to doing more action-based shows as he is sooo good at them... but he seems to prefer the romcom genre these days, which is something I am nottt always a fan of tbh.
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22. JAKE HSU as MENG SHAO FEI - Yet another show that I got sucked into by tumblr - and also one with a great, fun fandom through which I met lots of lovely people who I still follow/am mutuals with to this day. I just *adored* Jake’s character in History and I also loved the ship - Tang Fan and Meng Shaofei were awesome and adorable together and I was totally invested in both the ship and the gangster/cop/what happened years ago story happening alongside the ship. And Jake is just all kinds of cute.
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23. XIAO ZHAN - Aaaand we are pretty much up to current day now... where The Untamed took over my life in the summer of 2019 and has yet to let me go. Xiao Zhan is another disgustingly talented human being - a fantastic singer and a really good actor, and also an artist - and he also just comes across as a genuinely sweet and charming person, and a very thoughful and earnest one too. And lbr he is ridiculously pretty, and his smile is just pure sunshine. 
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24. LEE DONG WOOK as LEE YEON - The most recent entry to the charts.... a Korean actor I was aware of but whose work I hadn’t watched and whose looks didn’t particularly seem to grab me... until I watched Tale of the Nine Tailed and fell head over heels for Lee Yeon (and daaayum does red hair suit LDW!!) and very quickly began to find LDW’s looks very appealing (and oh my, does Lee Yeon whump well!!). And yes, I have now started watching Goblin. :D
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Phew! Aaaand we are done! I’ll admit, I did think of a few more as I was compiling this list but I decided to categorise them as more “minor” crushes and not include them... otherwise we really could be here all day!!
I’m going to tag: @sarah-yyy​, @arlothia​, @howdydowdy​, @thepromiseweheldforlife​ and @the-wandering-whumper​!
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transgenderer · 3 years
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okay so i dont think chimamanda ngozi adichie is like, properly problematic or whatever, in the nigerian overton window shes far on the pro trans side, so whatever, but...she should know better than writing this shit:
My feeling is that trans women are trans women. I think if you've lived in the world as a man, with the privileges the world accords to men, and then change gender, it's difficult for me to accept that then we can equate your experience with the experience of a woman who has lived from the beginning in the world as a woman, and who has not been accorded those privileges that men are
like. come on. "trans women are trans women" is such a blatant way to weasel around whether you think trans women are women. this line too:
This woman knows me enough to know that I fully support the rights of trans people and all marginalized people. That I have always been fiercely supportive of difference, in general.
i mean, first of all adichie repeatedly misgenders emezi in this is obscene, but also....okay, soif you want to be a gender critical feminist, then whatever, go for it, but dont pretend youre not? TERFs (and im going to, for the sake of brevity, group adichie into that, altho its not entirely accurate) have this frustrating tendency to try to obscure the fact that theyre disagreeing with the average american progressive, i think because they feel theyre adhering to what progressivism *should be*, yknow?
i think theres a real problem with cancel/callout culture in like, communities, i think it can cause a lot of awful traumatizing drama, and nobody deserves harassment or death threats or defamation or whatever, but also....adichie is a political author! people associate with her work *because of her politics*, and that means that if she has a spicy controversial-in-the-progressive-west take, shes gonna lose a lot of popularity! you signed up for this lady! thats what politics is, its people disagreeing with you!
like, emezi seems like kind of a ladder-climber asshole, but adichie is still also being this weird weasel and not accept that like, if your audience is normie progressives, and you espouse an un-normie-progressive position, youre gonna get a lot of backlash, youre gonna lose a lot of popularity, and you just gotta accept that! people arent obligated to agree with you!
this whole thing is frustrating because what it *actually is* is interpersonal drama, but its 2021, so interpersonal drama gets this stupid political gloss over it. and like, if adichie had pulled off the political gloss, that would be one thing, but her essay is just trying to turn the political gloss on its head to win the interpersonal drama, so its stupid
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ilovemygaydad · 5 years
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punk!patton is adopted by single parent logan part 2/?
part one - part three - part four - part five - ao3 version - masterlist (includes asks)
pairings: eventual moxiety, eventual logince
warnings: swearing, lots of emotions, anxiety, worry, panic attack mentions, patton’s an asshole (both intentionally and not), a tiny bit of accidental ableism, hurt feelings, food mentions, possibly something else
***feel free to send me questions or comments! i’ll answer them to the best of my ability, and everything is tagged under “punk!patton au”
here we go babey
for the entirety of his week-long suspension from school, patton just contemplates these icky, weird feelings that he’s having
because he thought that he’d gotten rid of them, but the way that he tried to protect virgil obviously proves something different....
before that day, he’d never tried to protect anyone before
it was patton against the world through and through 
but then this... this boy in these pastel clothes shows up, and suddenly patton wants to protect him!
like what the fuck?!
he decides to pretend that these emotions don’t exist because feelings are too much fucking work
so he goes back to school like nothing happened
which goes totally fine because virgil doesn’t attempt to talk to him for the entirety of their first block
when the bell rings, however... virgil pretty much slams his hands on patton’s desk before he can get up, leaning in with stern expression twisting his normally soft features
(which is only accentuated by the still-fading black eye that virgil mostly covered up with concealer...)
“are you okay?”
and patton is just taken aback by how forward virgil is being--especially since he’s wearing a light blue skater skirt and gray long-sleeved crop top, which is not the epitome of sternness, and pat stutters out a shy “yeah” before virgil goes off on a tiny rant
“that’s good! i was really worried that you’d gotten in a ton of trouble with your dad for swearing at those parents, and i had no way to know if you were okay, so i kind of freaked out for the whole week. and, like, i’m really sorry that i got involved because it ended up getting everyone in super big trouble--especially you--and that kind of sucks. so, yeah, sorry.”
patton hadn’t been listening since the word “worried,” as he’d become entranced by virgil’s color-shifting lip gloss. he sees pinks and blues and purples as virgil talks, and he leans in just slightly to get a closer look
and it’s absolutely NOT because virgil’s lips look so pretty and soft pshhhhhh no
virgil notices that patton’s staring at him with furrowed brows, and he realizes that he’s looking at the lip gloss he’s wearing, and he sort of
freaks out...?
he flinches back and covers his mouth with his hands in one of his familiar bouts of self-doubt
“why are you staring at my lip gloss? does it look bad?” he rushes
and patton’s like
????????? what?????
no???????
and in an unexpected turn of truthfulness, patton says, “no, it looks really pretty.”
and for some reason, there’s a weird, fluttery feeling in patton’s chest when virgil takes his hands away from his face and smiles
[john mulaney voice] now we don’t have time to unpack all of that!
luckily enough, patton is saved from having to deal with the emotions when the warning bell for passing time rings, and both teenagers rush to scoop up their things and go to their next classes
even luckier, patton doesn’t have his next three classes with virgil, so he doesn’t have to think about his--gross--emotions
but then
lunch time rolls around
and patton hadn’t prepared for how absolutely fucking awful that mess would be!
as soon as he walks into the cafeteria, he’s accosted by so many noises and smells
he tries to leave, but the lunch monitor tells him that the kids aren’t allowed to leave once they enter until the end bell rings, which is such bullshit, but patton really doesn’t need another tick on his permanent record
clutching the brown bagged lunch in his fist, he scans the cafeteria for somewhere to sit and finds virgil sitting at an otherwise empty table near the trash cans
with a groan, patton makes his way over and plops himself across from virgil, who squeaks at the sudden companion and nearly drops his phone to the floor in surprise
“do you not have a lunch?” patton asks, choosing to ignore the fumble
“ah, no. i can’t eat the school lunches because i have celiac disease, so i usually just sit here on my phone”
with probably more force than necessary, patton tore the top off of his lunch bag and pulled out an apple, holding it out to virgil as he ordered, “eat it”
virgil hesitated for a second, but ultimately took the apple and bit into it, wincing as lip gloss got all over the skin
patton smiles gently and says a quick thanks to virgil before digging into his own lunch
they exchange a bit of banter, and all is going well and good until patton gets curious
“why do you dress like that?”
virgil freezes in his spot, and an emotion flashes on his face that patton deciphers just a few moments too late
“i--i’m sorry, i’ve got to go!” virgil mutters, leaving the half-eaten apple on the table and running from the cafeteria, ignoring the angered shouts of the lunch monitor
patton only spends a few seconds staring at the doors that virgil ran out of before he turns back to his lunch and shrugs. it’s not like he was really that into making friends at school. and he was already planning on sitting in the library for lunch
he didn’t care
he really didn’t
he didn’t!
patton pretends not to notice the fact that virgil’s name is called in several of his last few classes, but the quiet boy isn’t there
later that night after dinner, logan is sitting at the kitchen table grading some homework assignments from his first graders
“grading” being used very lightly. he was mostly looking to see if they actually followed the minimal instructions on their writing sheet
but then the doorbell rang, which was confusing for logan because he wasn’t expecting any visitors
he walks the few meters to the door and opens it
standing outside is a man in a slouchy hat and very... colorful clothes
“hi, are you logan summers?” the man asks in an odd accent that logan can’t place
“yes, and you are...?”
“roman sanders. my son, virgil, goes to the same school as patton”
and logan is internally going oh shit what the hell did patton do now
on the outside, he simply says “do you want to come in? it’s a bit chilly, and i’d rather not cause a draft.”
roman nods and steps inside, and logan closes the door. he leads his “guest” to the living room where they can talk in comfort.
“did patton do something to virgil?” logan blurted out as soon as they were seated
“sorry, can you repeat that? you were talking too fast for me to read your lips.” roman gave a lighthearted laugh and took off his hat to reveal a mess of brown hair that didn’t quite cover the bright red hearing aids that wrapped around his ears
which would explain why his speech was different. he couldn’t actually hear what the sounds were supposed to be like
logan felt like an idiot
“my apologies. i just asked if patton did something to upset virgil. he isn’t the most... gentle person.”
roman’s smile turns to a grimace “virgil called me in the middle of the day to ask me to pick him up from school. i was lucky enough that all of my patients had scheduled for the morning, and i was able to get to the school without feeling guilty about cancelling someone’s session last minute. when i got to the school, virgil was sobbing. virgil likes wearing gender non-conforming clothing, and apparently patton asked why he liked to dress the way he did, and it spooked the poor kid. i was hoping to clear some things up so virgil would feel better.” (roman is a therapist)
logan
well
he was kinda pissed
patton of all people shouldn’t be judging others for dressing against the norm, since he did the exact same thing!
he quickly excused himself and dragged (figuratively, though he would have resorted to fireman carrying the teenager if he’d refused) patton to the living room to talk to roman
introductions happened blah blah blah and roman asks what patton did to upset virgil
and patton’s like “i was curious about his clothing style????”
roman kind of just narrows his eyes at patton and says “i want to know exactly what you asked before i make an assumption on what to do. words can trigger emotional responses depending on the person, especially with added influence of tone.”
logan will never admit that he’s surprised at how intelligent this man is
and how he’s a little bit attracted to him
and patton being patton said, “i just asked, ‘why do you dress like that’ and he got all upset! it’s not my fault he got offended by my curiosity”
logan pinches the bridge of his nose, and roman pulls out his phone
“we’re calling virgil, and you’re going to apologize to him”
roman starts a facetime call with virgil, and signs “hey, starlight! i have someone here who wants to talk to you.”
virgil both audibly says and signs “who?”
it sounds like he’d been crying
roman turns the phone so that it’s facing patton, who just crosses his arms and turns his face so that he doesn’t have to see virgil
“patton,” logan says in his Dad Voice. “apologize”
and then patton glances at the screen and sees virgil’s red nose and the tear tracks down his cheeks and how bad virgil looks, and he breaks
his voice is quiet and shy as he says “i’m really sorry for upsetting you. i was just curious as to why you chose such a unique style in an often unforgiving environment. i should have worded my question better”
patton peeks over at virgil, who seems to contemplate the apology for a few seconds before saying “i forgive you” with the tiniest baby smile that makes patton’s heart melt
and they both kind of seem to forget their dads are there until the phone is turned back to roman, who took the smiles and not speaking as a cue to take the call back
“i love you” he signs to virgil
“love you too,” virgil says (and presumably signs) “but please don’t hunt down every person who hurts me and do this. you’re lucky that i didn’t catch you, dad, because i would have kicked your ass before you would have left the house”
roman smiles, and patton lets out a surprised laugh because he didn’t think that someone as cute as virgil could physically swear
“dad, can you give the phone over to patton and let me talk to him in private for a few minutes?”
roman hands the phone over and follows logan into the next room (where logan definitely isn’t eavesdropping and relaying all of the information to roman)
“so,” virgil starts as soon as patton gives him an all clear “i wanted to explain to you why i dress the way i do even though it’s really simple: i just like the soft fabrics and colors. they make me feel much happier than when i tried to fit in with the other kids by wearing hypermasculine clothing.”
“that’s valid,” patton says because he doesn’t really know what else to say
“why do you dress in all dark colors and edgy clothing?”
patton hadn’t thought about virgil reversing the question on him, but he feels compelled to answer
so he does
he talks about his life at the orphanage and how he shut himself off from the world. he knew that people didn’t like him for his emotions, so he just tried storing most of them away and pushing others out of his personal space. he lashed out so easily because he was lonely but didn’t know how to properly express his emotions
and by the end of the explanation, virgil is a little teary, and he says “patton, you are far more lovable than you think. i’m sorry that the world told you otherwise”
and now patton is crying a bit, and they kind of just sit there for a second and take in their emotions
for once, patton doesn’t try to mash them down
the parents come in a few minutes later when the kids calmed down, and roman took his leave, but patton doesn’t forget to say goodbye to virgil first
and he’s actually kind of looking forward to seeing virgil the next day, even though he won’t admit it
to be continued in.... PART THREE
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tedwoodward · 4 years
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Schrödinger
Summary: Ted takes Charlotte to a local diner to help distract her from thinking about Sam
Note: inspired by this post
tw for a very brief mention of dieting and wanting to lose weight
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“Ugh, seriously? Why does EVERYONE suddenly want coffee at the same fucking time today?” Ted groaned as he walked into the office kitchen to see that a line had formed as a new pot of coffee was being brewed.
“I just need one more cup to get me through these reports for Mr. Davidson,” sighed Paul from the end of the line, twiddling his thumbs on his coffee mug.
Ted rolled his eyes and took a seat at the table. No way was he going to stand around in line with four other people getting coffee in front of him. He was not patient enough for this.
He brought his arm up, checking the time on his watch: 3:48. Huffing, Ted contemplated how much he truly wanted this coffee. Then again, it was an excuse to get away from his computer and the stale air in his cubicle, so he stayed.
He turned his attention back to his coworkers to hear a conversation being continued that he must have interrupted with his entrance. And, boy, was tuning back in a mistake on his part.
“But, no, man, you’re forgetting the timeframe thing. That’s like the whole point of Schrödinger’s Cat. By a specific point not only will the radioactive isotope decay, forcing the poison to kill the cat, but if you leave it in there long enough, the cat’s gonna starve! So if you’re inactive and apolitical for a long period of time, you’re solidifying the fate of the cat.”
“Dude, the ‘whole point’ of Schrödinger’s Cat is that because you don’t know when exactly the decay is going to occur, there is a time when the cat is both alive and dead before you check on it. You’re looking at it the complete wrong way. It’s not talking about whether the cat is gonna survive or not. But either way, it’s not a real cat, so who cares?”
“I’m not saying the cat’s real, I’m saying this works for other situations in addition to quantum mechanics.”
“Okay, yeah, but you’re clearly misinterpreting it. Just find another analogy for whatever you’re saying at this point—”
By the time Ted got his coffee, he was going to explode. If it was possible for your eyes to pop out of your head just from rolling them, Ted would have gone blind the second those two opened their mouths. His loud sighs and glares had done nothing to dissuade them from continuing their nerdy argument. Ted now needed a break from his break.
Leaving the idiots in the kitchen, he decided to take a lap round the office, stretch out his legs, you know. He just so happened to pass by Charlotte as she was on the phone, ending a call. Ted decided to take a detour over to her desk just because it had been a while since he had last bugged her. Not because of any additional reason, no sirree.
He lingered a few feet from her station, sipping at his coffee as he waited for her to finish the call. He might be an asshole, but he wasn’t gonna interrupt a conversation with a client. And maybe he just wanted to look at her for a second. Not in a creepy way, just in a… Ted way. Okay, not like the usual Ted way that is also creepy. Just in a… way.
“Al-alright, well, I love you. And I’ll see you later tonight then, sweetheart.” Charlotte hung up the phone, letting out a deep sigh.
“Y’know, I don’t think you’re supposed to take personal calls on these phones,” Ted said as he sauntered over to her desk, startling Charlotte from her daze.
“Oh! Ted. Well, you know Sam…” She didn’t offer any further explanation. She stared off into space for a moment, looking at nothing in particular, and after a moment she seemed to shake herself out of it. “Well, I better get back to work.” She tried to busy herself, but Ted stopped her by moving even closer to her and setting his mug on her desk.
With one hand on the back of her chair, one hand on his hip, and a foot kicked over the other, he leaned down to speak closer to her ear. “So… no plans after work it sounds like?”
Charlotte glanced in Ted’s direction, “Well, Sam won’t be getting back till late this evening. Sudden extra work-load.” Something felt off, but he tried again.
“Hm. Sounds like you have a few free hours then,” Ted smirked at her, a sly smile spreading across his face.
Charlotte wasn’t meeting his eyes. His smile faltered. Normally she would continue the banter or at least push him away if she wasn’t down for it. Something was wrong.
“Charlotte?” He asked, the amount of sincerity in his voice shocking even him. “Hey, is everything alright?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, everything’s fine, just fine.” Ted could see her fingers twitching for a cigarette and knew there was an issue she wasn’t telling him about.
“Is it Sam?” He hazarded a guess. “C’mon, you know you can’t lie to me.”
Charlotte turned her chair to properly face him, Ted no longer leaning against her. She slowly brought her face up to meet his eyes, and he could see they were red.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing, but…” she sniffled and looked away. “Oh, well, when I was on the phone with Sam, I-. Oh, this is going to sound crazy, but I—I could hear that… he wasn’t at work. And-and-and I know that’s stupid, because he isn’t always at the precinct during the day; that’s part of his job, but…. And I may just be imagining things, but… I’m not certain he was on duty. A-and I’m pretty sure I heard some… strange music. That kind of modern, young pop music? Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but that’s just not Sam’s music. And I, well—”
“Hey, hey, hey, Charlotte?” She stopped stuttering through her explanation and returned Ted’s gaze. He looked at her for a moment. “So, you think he’s with Her again, huh?”
She looked away. With her eyes closed, she nodded minutely, trying to control her breathing.
“Well, hey. Fuck him, all right? He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. He’s an asshole anyways. He doesn’t deserve you.” That last part slipped out, and Ted looked away. Charlotte blushed as he tried to sweep that moment under the rug. “You know what? You need a distraction. Let’s grab dinner after we’re done today.” Ted looked at Charlotte as her gaze finally met his again.
This was new. They had never really done anything… non-sexual before. Their relationship to this point had been originally one-sided advances and flirtatious behavior from Ted up until Charlotte out of the blue took him up on the offer. Since then it’s all just been sex. Sex when Charlotte was angry, sex when Charlotte was sad, sex when Charlotte was lonely, sex when Charlotte was horny, sex when Charlotte was bored. There was no romance; you could barely say any part of their relationship was even platonic. And they had never risked going out in public before.
“Dinner, Ted? I’m a married woman, remember?” Charlotte reminded him. “I do not go out on dates with men that are not my husband.” Funny how that’s where she drew the line, Ted thought.
“Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-no, see I was thinking of going to that shitty diner across from that fancy Italian place on 45. Not a date. Not a big deal,” Ted reassured her nonchalantly.
“Oh… well, I suppose that would be alright. We do have some leftovers in the fridge Sam can heat up when he gets home. But just dinner—”
Ted stopped her before she could lay down any more rules, “Great! I’ll stop by when I’m done for the day.”
And with that, he was gone, grabbing his mug from her desk and throwing up a peace sign as he walked away.
Not a date. Ted wasn’t sure who he had directed that thought to, but it persisted in his mind as he walked away.
The rest of the work day wrapped up soon enough, and their coworkers began taking off. It was only a matter of time before Ted strolled back over to Charlotte’s desk, bag strung over his shoulder.
“Ready?” He asked, glancing at his watch, his put-on air of indifference betrayed by a small bounce in his step.
They were off a few moments later once Charlotte gathered her stuff. Ted led her to his car as Charlotte silently thanked the parking lot for being fairly empty of others. She did not want to attract attention to the fact that she was getting into a car with Ted Richards, the office flirt, who was known to have slept with at least half of the employees at CCRP beginning day one of his employment. Okay, yeah, whatever that would suggest was totally happening, but she still didn’t need it getting around the office.
The drive was uneventful. Charlotte sat stiffly in the passenger seat as Ted drove, her eyes glossed over, staring out the window, and worrying her lip between her teeth, still thinking about Sam. Ted silently acknowledged this but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he talked the entire drive, just rambling on about anything and everything apart from that, starting with those two idiots from the kitchen earlier in the day. Who gives a fuck about Schrödinger’s Cat anyways? You’re not in AP Psych anymore, you’re not tricking anyone into thinking you’re smart. They all ended up at CCRP anyhow, so no one gives a shit.
After a while his ranting died down, and they pulled into another parking lot.
“Alright, we’re here.”
Charlotte shook herself from her inattentive state and glanced up at the building they were parked in front of. ‘Annie’s Diner’, the sign read. She couldn’t recall ever eating there before, but she recognized the name. Still in a bit of a daze, she got out of the car and walked towards the entrance with Ted.
Ted opened the door, letting Charlotte go first (who says he can’t be a gentleman from time to time?), and an easy smile slid onto his face as he followed her into the diner.
He led them to a seemingly specific table inside, and the pair slid into the booth, Charlotte’s attention still clearly elsewhere. She tried to look at her menu, but all she could think about was Sam. Sam cancelling on her. Sam never being there. Sam being with that… girl. Leaving her alone. No, not alone. She’s with Ted right now. Who she has slept with. Multiple times. Who she’s cheating on Sam with. Just as Sam’s doing with Her. How can she feel hurt? What was she doing? What makes her husband’s affair worse than her’s? What kind of wife was she?
“All right,” Ted said, grabbing the menu from her hands, shaking her back to reality. “That’s enough. You’re thinking too much.” Placing the menu back behind the condiments with the others, he took Charlotte’s hands in his own. “Look, we’re here to forget about him, and you’re obviously not doing a very good job at that.”
Charlotte eyes met Ted’s, and she smiled sadly as a sort of apology.
He tapped his hands over hers a few times. “Today, we focus on having a good time, we focus on eating greasy food, and we focus on not overthinking things. All right?” Ted declared, releasing her hands in favor of returning her menu.
At that moment a lovely-looking, older woman appeared next to their booth.
“Why, hello there again, Ted. How are you doing this fine evening?” she asked, obviously familiar with the man.
“Doin’ all right, Miss Julie. About to be even better now that I’m at the best diner in the country,” he schmoozed, grinning playfully up at her.
She smacked him lightly with her notepad, “Oh, Teddy, you really are a flirt. What’re you doing talking like that in front of your friend here?” She playfully scolded him and turned her attention to Charlotte, “How you doing, sweetie? My name’s Julie, and I’ll be serving you today.” She offered a sweet smile, and Charlotte couldn’t help but smile back, no matter how absent her mind was. That kind of pure joy and loveliness was powerful. Charlotte yearned for the time in her life when she was that much of a source of joy.
Alongside some playful banter with Ted, Julie took their drink orders (Charlotte asked for just water at first, but after a raised eyebrow from Ted the orders became one strawberry milkshake for her and one chocolate milkshake, no whipped cream for him) and left the two alone, a small, genuine smile on her face to see him with someone.
Lord knows Ted needed company, and so did the staff at Annie’s. He was a regular and would come into the diner after work twice a week give or take for about a year or so. He quickly charmed his way to the hearts of the entire staff, but behind his flirtatious and cocky exterior they could see how lonely he was. Going every week after work? Must not have anyone to go home to. The staff easily warmed up to him and enjoyed lollygagging by his booth for some fun banter, and they savored the rare true smiles he afforded them (as opposed to the smirk normally plastered across his face during the work day). He seemed to enjoy it as well; they made his solitary dinners more enjoyable, and at Annie’s he found a sense of family.
As Miss Julie retreated, Charlotte had a playful smile on her face at Ted’s slightly-reddened cheeks.
“I thought you called this a ‘shitty’ diner,” Charlotte laughed, “Seems like you enjoy it more than you’re letting on.”
Ted tried to wave her off. “Looks shitty. Heart, and food, of gold, though.” He buried his face in his menu, as if he didn’t have it memorized by that point.
Charlotte giggled some more as she copied him. The two studied their menus in silence, comfortable in the mood that had settled between them.
Moments later, Julie came back with their shakes in hand. “Alright, well I know Ted’s ready, but how about you, ma’am? Any questions for me or are you good to order?”
Truth be told, Charlotte was torn over what to get. She’d been trying to eat better lately, hoping that by some chance, if she lost a bit of weight, it would help her husband care about her again, so initially she had been looking at the salad options. But Ted did say today was about eating greasy food, and she had to be honest, the burgers on the menu looked absolutely delightful. After a glance at her dinner partner she made her decision. Burger it is!
Julie correctly guessed what Ted was getting on her first try (“Honey Barbecue Chicken Wings and a side of tater tots?” “You got it, honey.”) and left to send their orders to the kitchen. Once again the pair sat in silence as Ted unwrapped his straw and swirled it around his milkshake. After a moment, Charlotte spoke up.
“Ted?”
“Hm?” he grunted in response, still playing with his straw.
“Why’d you bring me here?”
This stopped him. Sensing where she was leading the conversation, Ted built up a wall. He scoffed, “Um, for food? Duh.”
Charlotte shook her head and mimicked his earlier move by holding his hand that had been laying on top of the table. His eyes were immediately drawn to where she touched him tenderly. “This place is clearly special to you. Why me? Why am I the one you’re sharing this with?”
Ted stared at their hands a moment longer before taking a deep breath. He glanced up and looked into Charlotte’s eyes, imploring and curious. He squeezed her hand before letting go and moving both of his hands under the table, out of her reach.
“I’m an asshole. I know that, you know that, everyone knows that. I can’t say I even have work friends unless Paul counts, and even then…” he trailed off, catching himself, and getting back on track. “But, yeah. I guess it’s nice to have a place where I can just kinda live. A sorta… home? That sounds stupid. Somewhere I feel appreciated, I don’t know. And I guess I feel safe sharing this place with you. And I wanted you to see it because… I want you to have a place like this too.”
He kept his gaze purposefully away from Charlotte through his explanation, only locking eyes again when he finished, hesitant to see her reaction. He could never tell when he was crossing a line. Where their relationship stopped and became far too close for Charlotte’s comfort. When it felt real, like something she should get from Sam.
But to his relief she was smiling at him, eyes glossy with tears to see another side of him that he didn’t show much.
“That and the fact that I totally owe Annie’s a gold-star recommendation and a new customer,” Ted continued playfully. “It’s the least I could do for them putting up with me all the time. I bug these people with my presence far too often and my patronage can only get them so far.”
“Now, Ted, I’d hardly say calling this a ‘shitty diner’ is a ‘gold-star recommendation’,” Charlotte teased.
“Hey,” Ted quirked his head to the side and winked, smirking at her from across the booth, “still got you here, didn’t I?”
With the playful mood set, dinner continued easily, both parties much more present than they had been previously. Their food came, they ate, and the pair realized how easy it was for the two of them. Their previously-only-sexual and never-before-platonic relationship was working well in this new setting. They could just live and eat greasy food and be really messy and gross and it was fine, preferred even.
As their meal came to a close, Julie brought over coffee for the pair.
They had had a good time. Ted was beginning to think his earlier statement of not having any work friends may be marked untrue after this evening. He glanced over at Charlotte, busy fixing her coffee to her taste. He watched, and an amused grin slid over his face as she poured an obscene amount of sugar into her mug. God, she’s adorable, Ted thought.
Charlotte felt his attention and glanced up, cheeks reddening, embarrassed by her unhealthy coffee preference (although Ted was one to talk if you asked her).
Their eyes met, and Ted was struck speechless. A shy laugh graced Charlotte’s lips as they looked at each other, and Ted nearly swooned.
If they had been in any other situation he would have reacted differently. If they had been in private, Ted would have kissed her then and there, able to cover up his feelings with his libido. If she had not been married, he would have been professing his love on bended knee for the entire world to hear, because, God, she was beautiful and sweet and charming and witty, and fucking Sam didn’t deserve her. He would say those three words, and she would say them back, and their love would be so great even his cynicism couldn’t deny it.
But that was not the case. Even if he did bite the bullet and tell her his feelings, there was no way she would respond likewise. She was married. No matter how she felt. No matter how shitty Sam was to her. No matter how much he wanted to hear it. No matter how much she wanted to say it. She wouldn’t. She’d never leave him.
Instead he caught sight of his balled-up straw wrapper centimeters from his hand and flicked it at her. It bounced off her sweater and into the abyss under the table.
“Wha? Ted!” Charlotte gasped, putting aside the sugar in favor of the wrapper next to her mug.
She only took a second to crumple it up before throwing it at him, which resulted in the wrapper barely flying, missing Ted completely, and falling onto the table in front of him.
Ted laughed at her failed attempt at retaliation. The pair smiled at each other, and the playful dynamic returned.
Ted decided he could live. He didn’t need to hear her confess her love to him. He didn’t need reality to slap him in the face. He could live in blissful ignorance about their relationship. They didn’t need a label. They didn’t need to communicate their feelings. Ted wasn’t sure he would be able to handle that. So he decided to keep it simple. He could believe whatever he wanted about their relationship for as long as he wanted, and he’d be fine as long as he didn’t ask for clarification. He didn’t want to know the truth.
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living-dead-parker · 6 years
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Ordained - P.P
Summary: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts have some wedding troubles days before the wedding. So Y/N Stark and Peter Parker come to the rescue! 
Inspired by the fact that I just remembered that I am legally ordained in the State of California and have been for over a year now bc I was on some bored fuckshit one night and went online to get ordained, but I have yet to officiate a wedding bc nobody thinks i’m being serious but I really am ordained.
Warnings: cussing i think, fLUFF, Pepperony feels bc wow i ship, maybe some mistakes and ooc characters
Word Count: 1.3k
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The setting was pure chaos. Insanity up the wazoo. Everyone was on edge as Pepper paced around the common room of the compound. Her hands were tangled in her hair as she paces. Tony is trying his hardest to calm her down, but he can't. Their big day is just around the corner and the officiator had to cancel last minute because of some family emergency. He was devastated to let the couple down on their big day, but there was no choice here. Tony was accepting and so was Pepper, but now they are in some deep shit.
The glass windows showcased the panicky blonde as she paced and paced. The sound of beeping from the elevator sent her over the edge, making her scream. Sure, she was great at working with last minute scandals and hectic schedules, thanks to her beloved fiance, but this was new. This was their future! Their wedding!
"Pep, please calm down. We'll find somebody." Tony says, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him. His arms wrap around her waist, lightly squeezing her hips as she looks up. Her eyes are glossed over and she looks stressed. She breathes in and out, composing herself again.
"I just-" she gets cut off by her own sob. She leans down and rests her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his neck. "I want it to be perfect. For us, but the one thing I feared would happen, happens. Two days before the wedding." she says. Tony pulls her up to his chest and soothes her, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly.
"Hey, as long as I'm getting married to you, then it's already perfect. Okay? We'll find someone. I promise." Tony says, his tone soft and convincing. He brings his hands up to her face, the pads of his thumbs caressing her cheeks as she leans in to his warmth. He leans up slightly and his lips connect with hers into a soft kiss.
The kiss is soft and slow, passionate in the purest form. His hands are perched firmly on her back, holding her in a close position. The room feels empty and time has suddenly stopped as the two get lost in each other. However, the seemingly intimate moment becomes short-lived as a familiar pesky voice cuts in.
"Ew. You two need to get a room!" the voice speaks. Tony's eyes go wide in exasperation. Don't get it wrong, Tony and Pepper love their daughter, but sometimes, she can be annoying.
"Hello, Y/N, I've definitely missed you so much!" Tony says sarcastically. He lets go of Pepper and looks over at the teen, noticing another familiar teen trailing behind her. With a soft smile, he waves at Tony, his moves gentle and seemingly shy.
"Peter! It's so nice to see a tame man in here!" Tony jokes, earning a playful glare from his own daughter.
Y/N is Tony's daughter from a previous one night stand long before Pepper. She was the product of a drunken mistake, but he loved her so much and could not part with her after finding out she existed. Her mother died not too long after giving birth and Tony raised her. Pepper stepped in for the mother role when Y/N turned 8 and from there, her family grew as they met the Avengers.
"It sure is nice to see you too, Mr. Stark." Peter responds.
Tony loved Peter. In the same way he loved his daughter. They were both pains in his ass, though Peter was more of an accidental pain in the ass that he adopted. Y/N, on the other hand, was a pain in the ass on purpose that was his own biological creation. Peter was childish and so was Y/N. They were too scared and grossed out by adult responsibilities and ideas that it seemed great that the two were dating. Y/N is a year older than Peter, so she has been helping him out a bit, navigating through life and all. They were perfect for each other and everyone felt that they belonged together.
"So how's wedding planning going on, old man?" Y/N asks as she goes up to hug her father. Tony rolls his eyes, rubbing her head and messing up the girl's hair.
"Well, our officiator cancelled on us. Some family emergency, so now we gotta find a new one." Tony groans, Pepper looking down sadly. Tony and Pepper take seat as the girl grabs an apple from the kitchen table.
"I can do it." Y/N says simply, taking a bite out of her apple. Peter nods, taking a seat next to a, now, seated Y/N. His arms rests on the part of the couch behind her.
"What?" Pepper asks.
"Yeah, I'm ordained. I can officiate." she responds. The nonchalance of her voice makes Tony feel something between distraught and dumbfounded. His daughter has been ordained and he had no clue?
"Ordained? Since when?" he asks.
"Since two years ago." she responds. Again, Tony is dumbfounded.
"Okay, explain?" Pepper urges. Y/N leans forward and swallows the apple in her mouth, handing the apple to Peter, who continues to eat it.
"When I was 17, Peter and I got bored one night and we were up at 3 in the morning. So, we were doing research on giraffes and ice cream. As you do when you're bored," Y/N says, pausing for comedic effect. "Anyways, I don't know how, but I was bored and got ordained. Signed up, watched a video, sent in my information and then I was ordained. So, as long as I get copies of the proper documentation, I can legally, in the state of New York, officiate your wedding." she says, her e/c eyes bouncing from Pepper to Tony. They look shocked, befuddled, and overall bamboozled.
"If you don't mind, that would be great. But why didn't you tell us sooner?" Pepper asks.
"I did. I specifically told you two, and I quote, 'If you're in need of someone who is ordained, I got you covered'. I was kind of hurt when I heard you hired someone else but I let it slide since it's your wedding." she says. Tony and Pepper just look at each other. Their jaws are slacked and they can only think about how upsetting, in a completely positive way, this situation is.
"Have you officiated any marriages?" Pepper asks. Peter giggles as he looks over at the two parents.
"Oh yeah, Peter and I are legally married in California. Ned and Michelle signed off for us and we just sent the paperwork to California two nights after Peter turned 18." Y/N recounts the night. Tony, once again, goes wide-eyed. Why is he just finding this out?
"How? When? Why?"
"Well, again, we were bored at three in the morning. We had a sleepover with Michelle, Ned, Shuri, and Harley. I told them I was ordained and they were curious if I can ordain my own wedding but the rules said no, but we needed two people to sign off on it for us in California and that would be the easiest way to do so. That and a Quaker style wedding in Pennsylvania, so we're legally married there too," Y/N explains. All of this information comes as a shock to Tony. His daughter, 19 years old, is married to Peter Parker, 18 years old.
"Yeah, so we messed around and printed out the documents and Michelle and Ned signed off on them and before we knew it, we got a letter in the mail about how we're now married in two of the 50 United States of America." Peter explains.
"But what if, god forbid it would be upsetting, you two break up?" Pepper asks.
"Well, we'll still be married in two of 50 states. We'll probably have to get divorced but we'll see what happens." Y/N jokes, grabbing hold of Peter's hand and gently squeezing it.
For the rest of the day, Tony felt like he was on autopilot, trying to understand all he heard today. His daughter is ordained and will be officiating his wedding. This same daughter is legally married in two different states. One of which, was signed off by two of their friends, as well as having had two more witnesses in their presence. He has to take all of it in. His own daughter got married before he did and he wasn't even invited to the wedding!
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No Borders - Chapter 4
word count: 5004
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LESBIAN SEX AND STRAIGHT SEX! IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY, DON’T READ THIS!
SUMMARY:
“It’s just us 5 right?”
“Forever.”
“No men allowed… ever. Let’s promise to eachother that we will never let any man come in between us!”
“Never!”
Naive promises told at a young age, just between 5 best friends. They promised their world to eachother, “best friends ‘till death breaks us apart”. 10 Years passed. The same 5 girls, but no longer blinded by those “stupid promises”. It will be broken. The promise of a lifetime. The lust of love is what makes us all see unclear. We lose our friends, or soulmates, we fall for the unknown, we fall for lies and for the feeling of being important to someone who will drag us far away from who truly matters.
“Forget about the world… forget about them… right now, it’s only me and you. They don’t need to know that I love you.”
CATEGORY: F/F; F/M
Fandom: RED VELVET (Band), NCT (Band)
Relationships: Park Sooyoung / Kim Yerim; Bae Joohyun / Kang Seulgi; Son Seungwan / Nakamoto Yuta
Characters: Park Sooyoung; Kim Yerim, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Son Seungwan, Seo Youngho, Jung Jaehyun, Nakamoto Yuta, Dong Si Cheng, Wong Yuk Hei, Lee Taeyong, Chung Ha
Additional Tags: friendship,angst, mistrust, lies, cheating, lesbian interactions, smut, fluff, fashion, models, rich life, etc
RATED: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST.
CHAPTER 4
“I love you.”
Seulgi widens her eyes so much that she thinks her eyeballs are gona pop off. Irene is now looking to the ground, face all red. She seemed like she was about to cry, again. Seulgi would not bare to see Irene crying again. Not because of her. She tries to bring herself back to this “world” and she says:
“A-as a friend?”
Irene coffs while a tear is falling off her cheek, hitting the ground. That tear was so powerful that Seulgi swears she could hear the impact between the floor and the little water droplet.
“What do you think, Seulgi??” she says sarcastically.
“I don’t know, Irene. You tell me. You are the one that gave me signs all this time and I actually started to fall for them. Do you love me as a friend or not, Irene??!! Answer me!” at this point Seulgi swears she almost screamed at the woman she loves the most, but she couldn’t help it. She covers her mouth at the realization that she screamed at Irene who was clearly in pain “I-I’m sorry.” She pleads her head.
“You know what, Seulgi? It was a bad idea.” And she runs to the elevator.
Seulgi, for the first time, isn’t frozen in her moves and runs after her, entering in the elevator right as the doors were closing, “landing” right over Irene who was now in the corner of the elevator, centimeters away from Seulgi.
Seulgi felt like it was the perfect moment, and in fact, it really was. She leans closer to Irene’s face who was staring in shock at the younger one’s daring move.
“Irene. I love you too.” Whispers Seulgi as she felt tears forming in her eyes. Tears of both happiness and sadness that she didn’t have the guts to realise until now.
“Y-you d-do?” stutters Irene.
“Y-yes. I really love you. I have been loving you since… forever. As a friend of course, but lately, since you started to make moves on me, you made me feel things, Irene. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to know if I should continue to dream about us or not.”
Seulgi cant believe she just said the words she has been replaying in her head in all sorts of scenarios that seemed to never come to a reality. But here they are, bodies connected and confessing to eachother.
Irene leans on Seulgi’s chest and Seulgi slowly caresses her hair.
“Let’s go to my apartment, ok?” says Seulgi softly.
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Wendy just got back home from the office and all she could think about all day was her upcoming date with the “man of her dreams”.
‘What should I wear? Damnit I have no clothes!!’ she says while looking at a full dressing room filled with clothes of all types and all sorts of expensive jewelry and bags.
She must’ve tried about 10 dresses, 3 tank tops with 3 different pairs of jeans, leather pants, skirts… yet she isn’t impressed.
She sits in front of the vanity, overwhelmed by emotions. She doesn’t want to fuck up everything. She wants everything to be perfect tonight. She wants to be perfect for him. She looks in the mirror at her devastated hair and she spots a red pimple peeping on her left cheek.
‘ARE YOU FORREAL??!!’ she exclaims as she starts reaching for her make-up pouch to look for an extra-coverage foundation.
She can’t find it. She swears she will give up and take the phone and cancel everything. She is a mess. She can’t think straight. There’s only 2 hours left and Yuta will be at her door, while she has no outfit planned, her hair is not washed, she cant find the proper make-up and her confidence is -1.
‘What is in your mind Wendy… going out with the most ethereal male in the world and yet you look like a green bean.’
‘You are not worthy. He should be with a girl matching his beauty.’
All negative thoughts float in her head, but luckily, the ringing phone gives her a ‘wake-up call’.
“Heyy…” she fakes an enthusiastic ‘hey’.
“Wendy, hey, I called to ask you if it is fine if we see eachother one hour later? My friend... I meant my ‘boss’ wants me to stay one more hour to do his work since he has to leave earlier. I hope you don’t mind-“
“No. Sure not.” she was actually SO GRATEFUL for this.
“Perfect. Thank you so much for understanding, Wendy. I promise to make up for this!”
-Damn he sounded so sweet right now-
“Yeah, it’s nothing really, I wasn’t ready anyway.”
“Great. Now I got to go, I got a lot of work to finish. See you in three hours?”
“Yes, for sure.” And she closes the phone and throws it on the table,
‘Ok Wendy. You need to get to your senses. You can’t miss this opportunity, you can’t miss this opportunity to find out if he truly is he perfect man he pretends to be. You don’t need make-up, Wendy’ she says to herself as she looks in the mirror.
‘If he truly likes me, he will like me naturally’ She got the perfect plan to test him.
She hops in the shower and washes her hair. She blow-dries it and then makes some loose curls.
Make-up time. She only applies a small amount of foundation, only to give a nice finish to her face, but not enough to cover all her blemishes. She then applies a vague rosy blush, does a minor eyeline and applies a peachy lip-gloss. She looked so natural, so pretty.
She decides to go for a black turtleneck, a dark denim jacket and some dark blue jeans. She pairs these up with some leather boots, with no heel and some specs.
‘If she likes you natural, then he is the one.’
She is now staring at herself in shock. She just realized. All the men she previously loved, she loved them no matter what, make-up, no make-up, imperfections, fat, slim, average. She was a lovely person and didn’t judge anyone, yet she was always judged.
‘You should get more fit, Wendy…’
‘You shouldn’t eat like a pig, Wendy.’
‘Are you wearing no make-up??’
All these words come into her head, heard from her ex’es. Toxic. Toxic words. If Yuta will prove different tonight, then she will probably feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world.
She still got 30 minutes left so she decides to turn on her TV and watch some news.
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Irene and Seulgi just confessed to eachother yet they seem like a couple who has been dating for ages. They are now curled together under a blanket, watching a random movie on the TV.
“Are you hungry?” asks Seulgi sweetly.
“A bit…”
“Alright, stay right here, I will go cook something!” and she kisses Irene on the forehead before leaving in the kitchen.
Seulgi was perfect. The perfect friend. The perfect girlfriend. Irene couldn’t believe her eyes that what she had next to her was just a perfect human being. She certainly doesn’t deserve Seulgi. Seulgi is the sun, she is the moon. Seulgi is the light, Irene is the darkness.
Seulgi just left 5 minutes ago yet Irene felt like she’s been without her for an hour. She gets up and goes to the kitchen, but she stopped in front of the entrance, behind the door. She looks at Seulgi with such sweet eyes as she sees her struggling to cut some vegetables. She was the cutest human being, she looked like a child who had to cook for herself. Irene knew Seulgi sucked at cooking yet she knows Seulgi is just trying to impress her right now.
Irene inspects her. A strand of hair falling on Seulgi’s forehead as she struggles to cut some cucumbers. Her facial expressions made Irene smile. She felt like she is watching her wife cooking for her and their kids. ‘Ok Irene. You went too far now.’ She says to herself. But she really felt like this. She decides to surprise Seulgi by coming in the kitchen.
“Need any help?” says Irene smiling, almost laughing at the cute girl.
“No. I’m fine.” While trying to cut a straight slice but ends up cutting an irregular one.
Irene laughs and goes behind Seulgi. Seulgi thought she will backhug her, but instead, Irene puts her hands over Seulgi’s hands and shows her how to cut.
“I-I don’t need help…” stutters Seulgi as she felt Irene’s body connecting to hers.
“Haha, are you kidding me?? You are like a child who needs her mom to show how to make a salad.”
“Don’t mock mee…”
“I’m not… I actually think you were adorable.”
Seulgi blushes.
Irene kisses Seulgi’s shoulder and Seulgi leaves a small happy squeal.
“Can you stop….” Says Irene suddenly and takes her hands off Seulgi’s hands.
“W-what d-did I-I do wrong, Irene?” says Seulgi terrified.
There was a dead silence.
“You made my heart flutter.” Says Irene as she grabs Seulgi’s face into her hands and looks at it.
“You scared me…”
Irene is looking at Seulgi like she has the whole world in her hands. Seulgi puts her hands on Irene’s waist.
“Can you kiss me?” asks Irene.
She was desperate, desperate for Seulgi’s touch, desperate to feel her.
Seulgi doesn’t hesitate and kisses Irene.
It was the first time Seulgi truly gets the taste of Irene’s plump lips. She loses herself and from the soft, gentle kiss, Seulgi starts moving her lips on Irene’s faster, animalistically. She needed her, she needed to feel Irene. Irene puts Seulgi on the kitchen counter and they both take a pause for breathing before they connect their lips again.
For whatever reason, Irene lets Seulgi take the lead, she lets her set the pace. Seulgi bites Irene’s lip which made her leave out a small moan. Seulgi felt something inside of her when she heard the obscene sound Irene left out in her mouth. Seulgi wants to explore everything Irene got. She lets her tongue do magic as she seeks for Irene’s tongue in her wet cavern.
“Fuck, Seulgi” mumbles Irene during small breathing breaks of the makeout.
Irene’s hands go from Seulgi’s face to her entire body as they makeout brutally. Seulgi trembles a little bit as Irene’s hands go on her thigh. Irene smirks in the messy kiss. They both had saliva all over their faces as their kiss expanded everywhere. They were basically eating eachother, both seeking for power. It was like a fight. Irene breaks out the makeout as she continues to suck on the skin of Seulgi’s chin, going down on her neck. Seulgi leaves out a whiny scream as Irene suddenly bites on her soft neck skin.
“I will mark you all, baby girl” says Irene breathless as she continues to devour Seulgi’s neck entirely, leaving no zone untouched by her tongue.
She grabs the soft material of Seulgi’s shirt collar.
“Let’s get rid of this.”
Irene was shaking as she was trying to unbutton Seulgi’s shirt as fast as she could. She looses her temper and rips the last two buttons.
“My shirt, Irene!” whines Seulgi.
“Shut up!” says Irene as she throws the ripped shirt on the floor and takes a moment to look at Seulgi’s chest unfolding under her eyes.
Seulgi definitely chose the best underwear for today, a soft, white and lacy bra was covering Seulgi’s boobs. Her hard nipples could be seen under the sheer material and this made Irene’s mouth water.
“Damnit Seulgi. Fuck-“ says Irene before getting back to mark Seulgi everywhere.
Her hands are squeezing Seulgi’s boobs like an animal while biting on her collarbones. Seulgi was a moaning mess as Irene was destroying her boobs.
“Take this off.”
Irene opens Seulgi’s bra and tosses it somewhere in the kitchen. She starts moaning while eating on Seulgi’s boob, her eyes looking up at Seulgi’s face.
Seulgi has never found herself into a more erotic scenario. Seeing Irene devouring her boobs while she throws her obscene looks. Irene’s eyes were screaming power and Seulgi just wanted to give herself whole to her.
“Spread yourself, baby girl! Let mommy please you.” Orders Irene as she grabs Seulgi’s skirt.
Seulgi thought Irene will take off her skirt, but instead, she was so desperate that she just raises it and with a quick hand gesture removes the soaked panties aswell.
“In your mouth!”
Seulgi is shocked at Irene’s command.
“T-the panties?”
“Yes. Open your mouth!”
Seulgi opens her mouth wide open as Irene stuffs her wet panties inside. Seulgi couldn’t breath properly anymore as the panties were filling her mouth. She could taste her own salty wetness and saliva is already starting to leak over the corners of her stuffed mouth.
Irene starts circling slowly Seulgi’s clit.
Seulgi’s back bends as she whines loudly, but unintelligible.
Irene starts to rub Seulgi’s clit at an inhuman pace. Seulgi’s eyes roll on top of her head as she loses herself in Irene’s moves.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
Seulgi nods desperately as she grabs Irene’s hair. Irene’s mouth grabs Seulgi’s clit in between her lips and starts rubbing her tongue up and down the clit. Seulgi was dripping so bad that small drips were falling on the floor and on Irene’s tongue. Irene makes use of one finger aswell. She continues to suck, more aggressively now on her clit as she introduces slowly one finger.
Seulgi screams so loud and bends her body to stretch her hole for Irene.
“Good girl. Open yourself for mommy!”
Irene inserts another finger. And another. She’s not three fingers inside Seulgi who has no more control over her movements as she grabs Irene’s hair violently. Irene starts moving her fingers at the speed of a vibrator, deep inside Seulgi, which made her squirt a little.
Seulgi feels her orgasm coming at an insane speed and she grips harder on Irene’s hair, letting her know.
“Cum baby girl, cum in my mouth!”
Seulgi lets go at these words and soon Irene’s mouth is filled with Seulgi’s hot sperm.
Irene rushes to take the panties off Seulgi’s mouth and kisses her softly, giving her a taste of her own creation.
“You taste so good, isn’t that so?”
Seulgi was breathless. All she could do was nod.
Irene smiles at how destroyed Seulgi looked now… and the kitchen.
“So… No salad?” asks Irene jokingly.
“Oh my god, shut up!” says Seulgi as she slowly hits Irene’s shoulder.
“Com on, let’s take you to the bathroom. I will clean this mess” reassures Irene.
“You better.” Chuckles Seulgi as she leaves for the bathroom, walking in zig-zag.
“Oh my god, Seulgi…” says Irene as she facepalms herself.
“Hey! I just had three fingers in me! Let me be!” and she makes herself disappear upstairs.
Irene laughs as she looks at all the wetness on the floor and on the counter. She turns around and notices Seulgi’s bra on the frigde.
“Oh my god…” she sighs as she grabs a mop.
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Wendy is now in Yuta’s expensive Rolls Royce and she is listening to Yuta’s playlist. Not only does she thought he was perfect, he also listens to quality music.
“You like it?” he smiles as he is looking at the road.
“Yes, a lot. It is so calming and beautiful.” She closes her eyes to enjoy the beautiful music that tingles her ears.
“You can have the CD if you want.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I got a copy of it anyway.”
“Aw, thank you!”
She smiles like a happy child.
They arrived at what seemed like a very expensive luxurious restaurant.
‘Fuck Wendy! You got not classy clothes on you!’ she thinks.
“Umm, Yuta?”
“Yes, is there something wrong?” he says worriedly as he puts his jacket on.
“I didn’t know we will come to such an expensive place and I… Umm, look-“
He stops her. He grabs her by the hands and looks at her softly, calming and reassuring.
“Wendy, I couldn’t care less. This restaurant might be expensive but the clothes don’t matter. It only matters the person I am with, and that is an amazing, mannered, lovely girl.”
Wendy swears her legs melted and she felt butterflies earthquacking her stomach.
“Now, are you sure of yourself?” he smiles.
“Yes. Let’s go.” And she grabs his hand as they walk inside.
Anyone who would see them would say they are a married couple. Both smiling, dressed casual and so comfortable with eachother’s presence.
“A reservation for Nakamoto?” he asks the kind waiter standing at the entrance.
He takes us to a secluded table, under a cristals chandelier, with a vase of roses on the table and some of the most expensive looking cutlery.
“Nakamoto? Are you not Korean?” asks Wendy as Yuta helps her take a seat.
“No, actually, I am Japanese.”
Oh Wow, this explains everything to Wendy now. The manners, the sweet looks. Of course he is not Korean.
“Have I ever told you that I am from Canada?” Wendy adds.
“Oh really? This is amazing, wow. Where from?”
“Toronto.”
“Canada must be so nice.” He says with a warm smile.
“Yeah, I haven’t been there for 5 years though.”
“Maybe one day we’ll do a trip there, together.” He says while looking on the menu.
The butterflies are back.
“Yes. I would love that” she replies.
 The night went on amazing! The two chatted lively, no single moment of awkward silence, as Wendy supposed. She has never had so many things in common with a person, she never felt like she could be so open to anyone before. Yuta made her feel warm, safe and loved. Even though she knew it was a long way until he will “love her” or maybe it wont ever happen.
Their dinner night was over, Yuta insisted to pay for everything but Wendy fought back! Yuta replied in the end “Fine, you can pay me back. But not here.”
Wendy didn’t know what to think of these words. Is he being flirty in a dirty way or…?
Yuta suddenly stopped the car at a very familiar place for Wendy. They were at the Han River.
“We’re making a little stop here, is that ok?” he asks to make sure Wendy doesn’t rush home or something.
“Yes, of course.” She reassures him.
They get out of the car and they go sit on a bench, having the whole Han River unfolding in front of their horizon. The lights of the city were reflecting in the mirror of the clear water and they almost looked like the bottom of the river had stars sprinkled on it.
“It is so beautiful and calm here.” He says.
“Yes, I love this place…”
“What is wrong?” says Yuta as he sees Wendy’s eyes looking to the ground.
“Nothing… it’s just that I have a particular bad memory at this place…”
FLASHBACK:
“Taeyong don’t leave me! Please, I need you!” she screams after the man who was now standing with the back at her.
“Wendy, I already told you... I can’t do this anymore.”
“T-Taeyong please, I will be a better person for you! Just don’t leave me!”
Her cry could be heard by the river. The breeze was blowing her hair in all the places and the river was making all sorts of terrifying sounds. It was a horrible night.
Tears were all over the helpless girl’s face.
“Why??!! Why are you leaving me!? Am I no good to you anymore??”
She falls off the bench on her knees.
The man only bothers to look at her over his shoulder.
“I love someone else.”
Wendy’s world collapsed. She felt like she doesn’t know who she is anymore.
“It’s her isn’t it…”
“Certain is… It is not you… Not anymore…”
“T-Taeyong…”
“I am sorry…”
And with these words, he leaves the girl forever, crying on the very cold pavement as the only calm she gets is from the river’s small waves that reflect the full moon.
END.
Wendy’s eyes were filled with the saddest tears in the whole world as she finished opening herself to Yuta.
He was speechless. He didn’t know if he was mad that a man could ever do such thing to her or if he just wanted to give her his world. Right here and right now.
“Wendy…”
He makes a pause.
“I would never… in my life, do anything like this…”
“How do you know, Yuta? Huh?? You never know when you find someone better than me. And trust me, there are many better girls than m-“
He shuts her mouth with his lips.
She is blocked, frozen. She only parts her lips a bit so that his bottom lip could fit perfectly just like a puzzle between hers.
The kiss was filled with sincerity, love and passion.
Yuta was deepening the kiss, but not going faster. It was still slow, romantic and intimate.
She puts one hand on his shoulder to find stability and he grabs her waist gently.
“There is… no one better than you.” He whispers.
“How do you know…?”
“Because, I have never felt something like this for anyone in my life before. Anyone. I know what I’m feeling right now, Wendy, and it is a very unusual feeling. You complete me. Do you have idea how many sleepless nights I spend thinking of you? Ever since I saw you behind Yerim that night.”
It stroke to Wendy. He felt all this time the exact same way as she did. He was thinking at her when she was also thinking at him. Was this destiny? She had no idea. All she knew was that she just wanted to treasure this moment forever, to treasure him.
“I believe you, Yuta. I feel the same way. I-I think I like you…”
“Me too. I think I like you too, Wendy.”
And with this, he brought her closer to him and united again into the most passional kiss.
 They arrived in front of Wendy’s block of flats and Yuta was holding with one hand the wheel and with the other, Wendy’s hand.
“I don’t want to let go.” He says sweetly.
“Me neither.”
Maybe Wendy should invite him upstairs? Will she sound like a weirdo? Is it too soon?
“Maybe… You could come upstairs for a little bit?”
“You need to go to sleep, Wendy, you got work tomorrow. I don’t want to keep you awake.”
“Don’t say stupid things, Yuta! Please, let’s stay more together.”
He gives up to fighting against her as he wanted more than ever to spend more time with his loved one.
They enter the apartment and Wendy blushes at the mess she had in the house.
“I am so sorry- I didn’t have time to clean before lea-“
“Do you want me to kiss you again?”
Wendy froze.
“Then stop excusing yourself for nothing”
Wendy can’t believe that she had in front of her the man of her dreams, being so perfect, just for her.
“Soo…” she hesitates for a moment “What are we?”
“Hmmm… We areee…” and he leans on the sofa next to her “Boyfriend and Girlfriend? A couple.”
She feels her cheeks burning and heat taking over all her body.
“Yes. We are.” And she leans her head on his shoulder.
 It’s been an hour and they’ve been cuddled together on the sofa, chatting about their lives and memories.
“Want to see something?” she says as she gets up from the sofa.
“Always.” he smiles.
“Okay, wait right here! Ima be right back!” she says as she runs to her bedroom.
 Some minutes later, she comes dressed in the most gorgeous and unreal Japanese kimono. It was a gift from Wendy’s father to Wendy when he got back from his Japan trip three years ago. It had a visually pleasing pale pink background with bright pink cherry blossom flowers as decor.
Yuta was speechless and he swore he was left with his mouth open. When he gets back to his senses, she was right in front of him, making him forget even his name looking at her beauty.
“You… You look gorgeous baby.” He says as he grabbed her by the waist and placed her on his lap.
“It was a gift from my father, from Japan. I thought you will like it and it will bring you some memories from your homecountry as we were talking about it.”
“It sure did, Wendy… but the difference is… There is no girl matching your beauty there to wear this kimono like you do.”
He kisses her and she puts her hands around his neck.
“Gosh, I think I’m falling in love with you so bad.” He says breathy as he leans his head on her shoulder, smelling the lavender perfume of the kimono.
“Me too, Yuta… I think I love you…”
“Let’s share our love tonight. Would you want that? I want to prove you, Wendy, with real actions. I want you to feel my love.”
“I want to feel your love, Yuta. I want you to feel mine aswell.”
He gets up and picks her up bridal style as he kisses her gently. They get in Wendy’s bedroom and he slowly puts her down on the bed.
He gulps at the sight of her lying on the bed, dressed in the kimono who was having such a surreal view to her chest and her hair spreaded around her on the sheets. He gets on top of her and holds her hands as he looks in her eyes. He starts kissing her as she plays with her hands on his back.
The kiss quickly heatens, but not in a brutal way. They tongues were complimenting eachother while rubbing together, causing saliva to leak on their faces. Yuta breaks the kiss and turns Wendy around to untie the kimono.
His movements were so gentle and he was unfolding the kimono like it was origami.
Finally, the kimono was off and Wendy turns around. She was naked, only panties saving her intimate part to be completely exposed. He takes a deep look at her body before starting to place small, wet kisses on her neck, down to her chest. He takes one nipple in between his lips and slowly sucks on it as his other hand pleases the other boob. Wendy leaves out breathy moans of pleasure.
“Y-Yuta.”
He stops and whispers in her ear “Senpai. Call me Senpai tonight. And every night from now on.”
“Alright… Senpai.”
Yuta gets back to kissing her whole body. He gets to the pantie line which he grabs with his teeth and sensually taking them off with his mouth.
Wendy moans uncontrollably and slowly grabs the sheets into a fist.
He sets the panties free on the floor and she gets up.
“I’ll be right back.” And she leaves the room.
Wendy takes advantage of this moment to catch her breath.
She didn’t wait long and when he comes back, he is holding some ice-cubes in a glass in his hand.
He kisses her before he puts one ice cube in between her boobs. The cold contact between the ice and Wendy’s heated body caused the ice to start fuming and slowly melting down. Drips of water were falling like a waterfall on her body, from the boobs to her lower part. Yuta licks all the trail of water until he gets to Wendy’s area. He places small pecks on her inner thighs which make her spit out a “Senpai-Ah!” which made him smirk. He soon bites gently on the sensitive skin like he was feeding himself.
“S-Senpai… I need you, can you make me feel you? Can you be inside of me?”
Yuta found these words so erotic and such a turn on, seeing her being a mess for him, desiring him like a starving animal desires a prey.
“Of course little princess. I will make you feel every bit of me.”
He starts scissoring Wendy to stretch her out, preparing her for what is about to come.
“Before I start, let’s settle down to a safe word, alright?”
She nods.
“How about… Cherry?”
“Alright.” She says breathless, just wanting to have all of him in her.
He puts on a little strip show for her as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. Wendy bites her lips at the sight of him undressing, making her a wet mess.
He finally sets free his cock as he throws his underwear to the ground.
Wendy gulps at the size and tries not to be too obvious but Yuta notices and leaves out a satisfied smirk.
She can feel the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.
“Fuck Yuta! Just fuck me!”
“What did you just call me?”
Wendy trembles at the realization.
“Oh, You will get it baad for this!” and she forces his entry in her, making her whole body shiver and her back arch. She left out a loud scream.
“Fuck- You’re so tight princess. Just perfect for my cock”
“Fuck Senpai, fuck me!”
They were both some needy animals right now. He was slamming her with a speed that made her lose her minds. All sorts of dirty talks were slipping their mouths as he was moving faster and faster as he felt his orgasm coming. He quickly gets his cock out of Wendy so that he could cum only on her clit and belly.
After he covered her in his hot sperm, he falls next to her, holding her hand. She crawls in his arms and they both stay like this for a while, in their own filth. But they didn’t mind, it was the product of their love after all.
“I love you, Yuta. You are mine, forever. Promise me.” She says as she grabs his face.
“Forever, Son Wendy. Forever.”
He kisses his forehead and with this, they both fall asleep in an instant. 
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siconetribal · 6 years
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Forevermore (Part 5)
Pairing: Jumin Han/Maya (I named the MC for ease of writing, you can change the name in your head since it is just MC)
Warning: Fluff, Angst
Requested by: @bat-yo-us I hope you’ve enjoyed the story thus far, please let me know if there is anything specific you would like to see. If not, I may consider this the end of this short story!
Maya blinked against the sunlight that hit her face, grumbling a little as she curled up into a ball on her floor bed hoping she would be transported back to the sweet dreams of her past. To say she never dreamed of it was a life, but it had been some time since she had a dream with vivid. The yearning only fueled her ambitions to not stand still as she tossed her blanket aside and started on her daily morning routine.
I slept in later than usual...I did promise Zen that I would try and jogging with him last night. I didn’t even realize how late it would get though. She frowned at the face of her clock while brushing her teeth. “First things first, I need to land some sort of job to keep up my living here. Yoosung said that maybe I should apply to the cafe not too far from here.” She mumbled aloud as she sorted out her outfit for the day: an off the shoulder striped top with dark skinny jeans. “Though how do I exactly go about getting the job when I don’t really have a resume?” She sighed as she recalled the conversation at dinner about a week ago.
Zen had caught her leaving the building just as he. They had not really exchanged any contact information, but that did not seem necessary in her mind since he lived just below her.
“Good evening,” she smiled as she waited for the model to catch up to her. “Going out for dinner or are you off to rehearsals again?” She asked, noting he was not in his infamous black tracksuit. “I feel like this is the first time I’m seeing you in normal clothes since we first met.” She teased.
“Don’t say that, it makes me sound like I don’t dress up at all! You just catch me at the wrong times!” He rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed a little at the comment. “I’m actually grabbing dinner with a friend, it was the only way to get him out of the house.” He let out a heavy sigh. “To think I’m having dinner with a guy instead of a lovely date.”
“Aren’t you married to your career right now?” She raised a brow at his complaint, amused by how he was so quick to bounce around from emotion to emotion so earnestly, it was the exact opposite of Jumin who was always pragmatic about things. Though only I know he’s actually very caring underneath it all.
“Why don’t you join us Maya? You’re not doing anything right?” She shook her head at the question. “He’s been wanting to meet you too. He thinks I had someone digitally create you or something, I swear that boy.” He shook his head. “He won’t mind if you join if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“If it won’t be a bother but… shouldn’t you ask him first?”
“Hm, true. Hold on one sec,” he quickly fished out his phone and dialed his friend. It was not long before he was off the phone and leading the way to a quaint little family restaurant. As soon as they entered an bubbly blonde young man shouted out Zen’s name and waved them over. The moment his lavender eyes landed on Maya, he was floored.
“Oh my-you’re really real! You’re not some computer program thought up by Zen and Seven to trick me?!” He gaped, carefully looking her over a bit before looking around the facility. Leaning in close, she took a slight step back as he narrowed his eyes at her. “You...you aren’t...you’re not actually Seven in another costume...are you?”
“Seven? Costume?” She repeated the words a little nervously as Zen stepped up.
“Dude, you’re freaking her out. She’s a real girl, I swear. Call Seven right now if you don’t believe me. She lives in the apartment above mine.” He scolded the younger man as he knocked him upside the head before looking to Maya. “Sorry about him, he’s not a weirdo or anything.”
“Of course I’m not! I don’t go hitting people!” He sniffled a little as he rubbed the spot, scowling at Zen before bowing apologetically to Maya. “I’m sorry, we have a friend who loves to play pranks on me a little too much.”
“No, it’s fine! I hope you can take my word for it that I’m not...Seven, I think you said his name was? That’s a very unique name to give someone.” They all finally took their seats, looking through the menu to pu in their orders when the waitress comes.
“Sorry for being so rude earlier, my name is Yoosung Kim. I’m a university student right now. It’s nice to meet you.” Yoosung bowed his head as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s not a problem, you friend sounds like a fun handful. My name is Maya and I only just recently moved here from the countryside.” She admitted, bowing her head in return.
“You’re really graceful,” Yoosung suddenly blurted out. “I noticed, since you came in, you’re really graceful and super pretty! Not trying to be awkward or anything, I was just saying!”
“That’s totally awkward,” Zen shook his head at this while she just smiled and thanked him for the compliment. “That aside, I never really got around to ask you but what made you move from there to the city?”
“Mm, I’m looking for someone.” She thoughtfully answered, figuring that it was a good enough answer that would not lead to anything suspicious if she said schooling or something to that effect.
“Looking for someone? Is it a relative? Sibling? Oh, maybe a lover?” Yoosung’s eyes lit up once more at the prospect of such a dramatically storyline.
“Y-you could say he is someone very important to me.” She mumbled, her cheeks a bit warm as she tried to explain as vaguely as possible. She had no idea if Jumin was married in this life, the thought of it heart wrenching but it had happened before. “I’m hoping to find him soon so that we can talk. It’s been a long time since we last met.” She cleared her throat a little, sipping her water to occupy herself as the two stared at her.
“So a lover, you’ve got the looks that says love is involved.” Zen grinned as Yoosung sighed and sat back.
“Man, I wish I had someone as pretty as you looking for me. I’d be beside myself!” He smiled as he slowly drifted away into his own dream land until Zen rudely brought him back with a shattering reminder that playing video games all day that nearly impossible. The two bickered a little, picking on one another in a friendly manner that Maya simply watched unfold in front of her. The fact they had friends who were so close was a beautiful thing.
“Whoever it is, I hope you find him soon. He’s an idiot for not realizing sooner and a bigger one if he hasn’t been waiting for you.” Zen said matter-of-factly, Yoosung agreeing with the sentiment.
“You really think so?” She simply smiled as the two eagerly nodded their heads. “Thank you, your words are really encouraging. I hope to be able to meet him soon. For now though, I’m actually thinking of looking for a job to help with expenses since I really don’t know how long I’ll be staying here.”
“Oh, why not apply at a local cafe or something? You’ll obviously want time to go looking for Mr. Mystery-Lover so a part-time or a flexible schedule would be great!” Yoosung offered. “You can apply in store to the one that’s opening nearby...I saw a sign that said you should inquire within.” He quickly fished out his phone and opened up a picture he had taken. “I was thinking of applying there...maybe we both can and we can work together!”
“That sounds like fun, it would be great that I would know at least someone there!” She grinned, looking at the information. She quickly took the information down in her phone and thanked him once more. “I don’t really have much of a resume to give them...my small town isn’t really well known. Would that be an issue?”
“In places like those you should be fine I think. As long as you prove yourself competent and stuff like that they’ll be happy to have you on board.”
Is it really that easy though? She looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she braided her hair and fluffed up her bangs a little before applying some eyeliner and gloss. She never bought much in the way of makeup, always afraid that if she became too noticeable it would cause more trouble. I wonder...what sort of woman he likes this time around. Though he doesn’t really change much, he does have little tweaks here and there that go with the era we’re in. “Ah, there I go thinking about him again! I need to focus, you need to get a job and start getting settled in!” She reprimanded her reflection before grabbing her bag and pulling on a pair of sneakers and heading out. She had not expected to walk into someone as she stepped out of the building. 
The moment Seven had given him the information he needed, Jumin had Jaehee cancel all of his afternoon appointments while dialing for driver Kim to ready the car. She tried to stop him as he pocketed the mall jewelry box and left his office. He heard her pleas to not do this and the logic that work was priority, normally he would agree to such logic but right now logic did not matter to him. Time was being wasted with him just walking down the hall to the elevator.
“At least let me know where you’re going sir.” She sighed in defeat, Jumin turning to look at her with a look that had her and everyone who was looking frozen in shock. The elevator doors shut and Jaehee blinked a few times, examining her glasses a bit to make sure they were not tricking her in some way. No, that smile was genuinely on her usually sober-faced employer’s face. A smile that was the definition of happiness and relief. “There’s no meeting I’d rather rush to than this one.” He said it with such a smile...what sort of meeting is this? Is he going to propose to his cat?! He wouldn’t really do that...right? She frowned at the thought recalling the jewelry box. “Would he?”
Driver Kim was ready and waiting, closing the door and heading to the address he was given without question. He made sure to head there as safely and as quickly as he could as he noted how impatient Jumin looked. It was an odd nervousness he had not yet seen with his young employer and it was a little refreshing, as if new life was given to his boss.
Another red light? He sighed, tapping his fingers against his knee as he crossed and re-crossed his legs. This is fate merely toying with me now. How cruel. He chuckled to himself, pulling up the picture Yoosung had posted of the dinner with Zen and Maya. There was no doubt in his mind now that she was the one. She was his one and only. Now that I think about it, the first we met she fell in front of my horse...to think history would repeat. He pulled the small box out of his pocket.
“We’ve arrived sir,” Kim spoke up. “It’s the building to our right.” Jumin turned to look as Kim stepped out of the car to open the door for him. Thank him, Jumin stepped out onto the front sidewalk. He frowned at the state of the building, it was hardly a place for her to be.
I’ll have to correct this immediately. He thought simply, pocketing the box and adjusting his shirt cuffs before walking up to the front door. Before he could open it, someone inside had and walked right into him.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” The voice of the purest angel spoke to him and all he could do was smile and embrace her. His heart swelled to sizes he never thought possible, making his chest constrict with such bittersweet pain as he drank in everything about the woman he now held. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, a first and not a last for him.
“E-excuse me?!” Maya quickly jerked her head up to see none other than the man from the many magazines she had bought. “J-Jumin Han?!’ She stuttered out, her throat drying as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She suddenly was not sure how to breath, before her in the flesh was him who she had been trying her hardest to meet. She was not entirely sure how, but she was not about to question a gift such as this. Unsure if she was seeing things again, she rubbed her eyes and pinched her own cheek to make sure this was all real.
“Yes, my love I am really here.” He smiled warmly at her, cupping the cheek she pinched in his hand. “It seems this time, you’ve taken the efforts to come find me...or at least I would like to think that is what you are doing in a place like this. For that, I’m flattered and ecstatic...but why haven’t you come to see me yet?” He questioned in his usual researching fashion, making Maya laugh as she threw her arms around him.
“Yes, I’ve come to you this time. I couldn’t just keep waiting and because my darling, if I waltzed into your company lobby demanding your audience I would’ve been kicked right out and you know that! “
“That is very true, it would have been deemed quite suspicious.” He agreed. “We should speak more elsewhere, here is not exactly safe. I must say I’m not entirely pleased with your living accomodations.” He admitted as the led her back to the car. Sitting close to her, they tightly held hands as Jumin instructed the driver to take them to his home. “Ah, before I forget, this is yours.” He fished out the box, opening it for her to see the earring.
“Oh, you have it?! How?! I was so worried I lost it!” She gasped at the sight of it, carefully picking up the earring with shaky fingers before pulling out the case in her purse that held it’s match and necklace. “I’m so glad I didn’t….”
“You had fallen in front of my car the day you had all that luggage. Assistant Kang had picked up the earring before returning to the car. That very day you had met with Zen and as much as I disapprove of his stubbornness, I am grateful you found someone who is adamant on protecting women. The fact that you were so close and yet so far...it was punishment far worse than death.” He mumbled, brushing some of her hair behind her ears.
“I didn’t even realize you knew one another. I would’ve asked him in a heartbeat to meet you.” She smiled at his gentle touch, carefully removing the earrings she had on to put on the pair she now had completed once again. Before she could, the small pieces were taken from her and his larger fingers were suddenly touching her ear.
“Please, allow me.” He whispered and she mutely nodded, her cheeks red at how close he was to her. She really was there with him and he had her missing earring, it all just seemed too good to be true. “And your other ear?” He extended his hand for the other earring to which she happily complied, turning for him. With him so close, she was unable to contain herself and cupped his face in her hands as she pressed her lips to his. Pulling away, she smiled with cheeks that would make any pink diamond pale in comparison in his mind. With a light chuckle, he cupped the back of her head as he pulled her back into an even deeper kiss. Jumin Han and Maya were now whole again and they would do everything to stay this way. A silent promise to one another, they kissed a few more times before he slipped the necklace on around her neck. They sat in blissful silence with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her, their other hands entwined on his lap as they enjoyed the ride to his place that he intended to make theirs as soon as he could have her moved in.
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mylifeasaserver · 6 years
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YOU FOOL
Both remaining new hires have been told time and time again that we don’t cancel memberships - that’s a manager thing and a wonderful time to, in essence, tell somebody “it’s not my job” and be rewarded for it.
I just got back from the gym. One of the new hires was working out and INSTEAD OF DOING WHAT I FUCKING SAID AND TELLING FUCKING PEOPLE WE DON’T FUCKING CANCEL FUCKING MEMBERSHIPS she decided, after staffed hours on a day that she wasn’t working TO FUCKING CANCEL ONE FUCKING MEMBERSHIP AND OFFER A FUCKING SIGNIFICANT FUCKING DISCOUNT TO KEEP ANOTHER FROM FUCKING CANCELLING!
I’m so pissed. 
So she’s working out, right? One of the members asks her to help him cancel his membership. Instead of saying “oh hey I’m not working and I can’t,” or “I’m not allowed to do that you’ll have to talk to the manager” or “I have a boyfriend” or even “why don’t we go out back and I’ll show you my appendectomy scar” she decides to handle it herself.
No. Instead she offers him a $10/mo discount to stay. Which, if she were the manager wouldn’t be so bad. Or if he weren’t already on a discounted rate. Or if he were already paying more than $10/mo to start with.
Then some woman hears about the discount being offered to stay and threatens to cancel if she doesn’t get the discount too. This stupid ass new hire tells her she can just cancel.
I walk into the gym to work out and there’s the new hire sitting behind the desk. I’m notoriously fucking stupid so I go ask what’s up, figuring maybe she was doing some mundane shit or something.
Instead she’s trying to figure out how to edit data in what I call the “deep system.” The deep system is where all the sensitive data is kept such as credit cards, monthly rates, and fees. We (anybody not the manager or me under limited circumstances) are NEVER supposed to go there. And yet, here’s this dumbass fucking around with shit she doesn’t know how to use trying to do shit she doesn’t understand for a job function she doesn’t have.
She asks me for help both with the cancel/discount mess she made and clocking in so she’s paid while she does it because our system doesn’t let you clock in unless you’re scheduled.
OH HELL NO.
Step 1: Get Dummy out from behind the desk since she’s probably fired anyway.
This next one will be fun.
Step 2: Call the manager. At home. On her day off. Tell her what went on so we can get it fixed.
Step 3: Follow her instructions to reset everything to how it was before Dummy tried fucking with shit.
Step 4: Hand the phone to Dummy and give her the “older brother watching younger sister get in trouble” look that I’ve perfected over years of being an older brother and watch (admittedly, with some amusement) as she gets her ass handed to her over the phone.
Step 5: Make a note for the manager to review permissions in the system for new hires since simple instructions are too complex - and to call the two people that think they’re cancelled. Dummy didn’t have them sign anything so...
Step 6: Listen to new hire try to explain herself to me, as though I have any control over whether or not she’s fired or in the doghouse or anything else. 
Step 7: Inform her how fucking impossibly stupid she is. Remind her that all she had to do was literally NOTHING and nobody would be upset with her.
Step 8: Do my scheduled workout and take time between sets to shake my head at the sheer stupidity.
Step 9: Go home and write about it so the post can have 14 notes, generate one anon hate letter, and be glossed over by the other 22 people who follow this blog and mostly ignored because it’s not a damn meme.
Step 9: Hate.
Not how I envisioned my workout starting. 
On the plus side, the game demos that I downloaded on my Switch should be ready to play now. Huzzah!
In even BETTER news, One Punch Man IS FOR A FACT getting a season 2! -J
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new-rituals · 6 years
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Money Diaries - End of March
Day One: 3/25
9 a.m. — I “wake up” - in reality it means I stare at my phone with one eye shut and lay in bed for another hour browsing Reddit and FB
10 a.m. — Finally decide to get out of bed, brush my teeth, and go to the kitchen. My mom bought me cheesecake from an Asian bakery! She’s leaving for China today, so I make myself 2 cups of espresso with soy milk and sit in the kitchen at chat with her until she leaves for her flight at noon.
11 a.m. — My friends and I were planning a trip to Seattle for my friend’s going away trip, and we finally booked the flight back (even though we haven’t bought our flight there yet)!!! My dad tells me to use his card cause he gets points. It was $118, but I give him $100 in cash cause I don’t have loose bills. He says its fine. $100
12 p.m. — My dad brings my mom to the airport, and I decide to try to get some interview prep done. I start by reading an article about Dropbox from the NYT since I’m trying to get into the habit of reading the news every day.
2:30 p.m. — I have work at 3:30, and it takes me a while to do my make-up and hair, so I retreat to my room to get ready.
3:45 p.m. — Finally head out for work! Another exciting day in retail.
6 p.m. — The store was crazy with terrible customers. I finally go on my 15 minute break and stop by Smashburger for a Neapolitan shake and rosemary fries. I manage to finish all the fries within 10 minutes, and I’m proud but disgusted with myself. $7.96
7:45 p.m. — I get off work 15 min late because the store was trashed. I’m exhausted and finally head home.
8 p.m. — My dad was waiting at home for me to eat dinner. We head out to a noodle place nearby our house. He pays.
9:50 p.m. — I notice a similarly priced flight that flies a little earlier than the flight we booked previously, and its to a better/more convenient airport. We all cancel our previous flight and book this one instead. It’s still charged on my dad’s card, thanks dad! 
Daily Total: $107.96
Day Two: 3/26
9 a.m. — I wake up early so I can go to the library and prep for my 2 interviews. But first, I roll around in bed for a little bit.
10 a.m. — Got to the library right when it opened. I check for flights again to see if they’ve dropped - they haven’t. I start replying to emails that I received this morning, and commit to studying until at least 1.
11 a.m. — The girl sitting across from me is disgusting, so I switch seats to across the aisle.
1:30 p.m. — I didn’t get that much work done (ended up replying to a bunch of emails), but I decide to roll out so I can make lunch and take a quick nap before I Skype the BF.
1:45 p.m. — There’s not really any food at home, so I make a bowl of cereal and call it a day. I fall asleep on the couch while watching B99.
3 p.m. — I Skype the BF before work so I can get some interview prep in.
4:45 p.m. — I head out to work!! Yay.
9:30 p.m. —  Work ends and I rush home. I take a quick shower and eat left over noodles for dinner. My friends and I saw that flights to Seattle from SFO have dropped by about 50 bucks, so we buy! They buy the direct flight and I buy the only indirect flight at the same time because it’s $15 bucks cheaper. I put it on my dad’s card and give him $150 in cash, but he only takes $100. $100
10:30 p.m. — I’m feeling really tired, so I decide not to do anymore interview prep and to just call it a night so I can be well rested. I lay in bed on my phone for an hour before I finally go to sleep.
Daily Total: $100
Day Three: 3/27
6:15 a.m. — My first alarm rings - I hate myself. I hit snooze on the next few alarms.
6:30 a.m. — I finally drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and put in my contacts. Then I head to my room and play some B99 as I put on my make-up and do my hair.
7:30 a.m. — I was going to get coffee on the way to the Caltrain but decided not to. My dad drops me off at the Mountain View stop right as a train is approaching. I quickly buy a ticket and get on the train and manage to snag a seat. I’ll be expensing this ticket.
9 a.m. — Finally get to SF a few minutes later than expected. I call an Uber to the office I’m interviewing at. I’ll be expensing this ride.
9:30 a.m. — There’s way more traffic than expected. I tried to prep a little more on the Uber, but I was so stressed I can’t concentrate. I finally get to the office and use the lobby bathroom so I can change into my skirt and heels, then head up.
12 p.m. — So far, I’ve said some things I probably shouldn’t have said - but I hope for the best. 3 analysts take me and another interviewee to lunch at a really fancy restaurant downstairs. There are literally no vegetarian options so I order a chicken Caesar salad without the chicken. They order 4 apps that I cant eat, and then 2 desserts that we all split.
2 p.m. — We all head back up to the office so the interviewee and I can finish up our last 2 rounds of interviews.
3 p.m. — My interviews are finally over. I don’t think I did great, but I’m trying not to dwell. I change back into my pants and flats, chat with my friend in the lobby for a little bit, and decide to walk to Boba Guys for a treat.
3:30 p.m.  — Boba Guys has a crazy long line, so I decide just to go home. I call an Uber to the Caltrain and tell my dad when I expect to be at the Mountain View station. I’ll be expensing this ride.
5 p.m.  — I get to the Mountain View station and my dad picks me up. We head home, and he cooks up a few veg dishes for us.
9 p.m.  — After napping, eating, and de-stressing on the sofa for a little bit, I decide to get to work. I review my notes about the company and a few frameworks for case studies.
10:30 p.m. — I’m tired and unmotivated. I brush my teeth and head to bed. I lay in bed on my phone for a little bit before finally falling asleep.
Daily Total: $0
Day Four: 3/28
8:15 a.m. — My alarm wakes me up and I get up to get ready for another day of interviewing.
9:15 a.m. — After finishing my hair and make-up, I head out to buy myself a cup of matcha so I can be caffeinated (but not jittery) for my interview. $4.90
9:45 a.m. — After getting back home, I eat a bowl of cereal while watching B99. Then I get to work and try to squeeze in a little more studying before I have to head out.
11 a.m. — My dad comes home to pick me up for my interview. We drive to the Caltrain and I buy a ticket (not re-imburse-able). $16.50
1 p.m. — We should’ve been in the city by now, but the train breaks down because of a problem with the power. I wait for 10 minutes before getting off the train with the bulk of everyone else, and call an Uber to the city. All the Ubers and Lyfts are super far away so it takes a while for them to reach me. $12.87
1:30 p.m. — I finally get to Blue Bottle! I go inside and snag a seat. I sit and study for about 30 minutes before I head into the bathroom to change into my skirt.
2 p.m. — I head over to the office site. I get there a little early so I sit and study for a little bit more. When the clock hits 15, I head upstairs to wait for my interview.
3:30 p.m. — The interview went terribly, and I come out of the office on the verge of tears. I call my friend to vent and cry a little bit, and she reassures me that everything will be okay and that it isn’t my fault. I’m constantly on edge with recruiting, and I’m just ready for the whole thing to be over.
4 p.m. — My friend who works in the city is able to take a quick (not-so-quick) break, so we head to Boba Guys and wait in the long line. We chat about my interview yesterday and today, and our future trip to Seattle. After we grab our drinks , we head back to her office. $4.50
5:30 p.m. — I try to call an Uber from her office, but there’s so much traffic that all the Uber’s take too long to get to me. I decide to walk to the Caltrain since it would take about the same amount of time.
6 p.m. — I finally get to the Caltrain and snag a seat. I text my dad to let him know when I would reach Mountain View.
7:30 p.m. — I finally get home! I feel disgusting and exhausted. I take a quick shower, and call the nearby pizza place for take out. I offer to share with my dad but he wants to eat left overs. $17.50
9 p.m. — Dinner and snacking time is over. I am trying to destress by watching B99 and Youtube, but it isn’t working.
Daily Total: $56.27
Day Five: 3/29
7:25 a.m. — My alarm goes off. At first, I wake up thinking that it’s so early, I can definitely go back to sleep! And then I remember I have work at 8 AM, so I get up and get ready for the day.
9 a.m. — My manager and I had to make a run to the bank, and I literally spend the entire time on my phone trying to stake out Fenway Park tickets for senior week. I feel bad, but I finally get them! $14
12:30 p.m. — Today was a crazy day at work. I swear at one point there were literally 10 strollers in the store, with babies crying left and right and the store getting trashed. I thank my lucky stars that I don’t have to clean up tonight, and head out of work for the day.
1 p.m. — After having a mental breakdown about my abilities and job searching, I heat up my left over pizza and eat it for lunch as I watch B99. I snack on some sunflower seeds, and then pass out on the couch for a few hours.
4 p.m. — I finally wake up and feel disgusting. I wash my face and put in some eye drops (since my contacts dried up in my eyes). I go to my computer and update my budget and cringe in pain as I see how much money I spent on food this month. I vow to myself to really rein it in so I can actually save some money for Europe.
7 p.m. — My dad comes home and brings Chipotle for dinner! I’m only able to finish half of mine, so I save the other half for lunch tomorrow. 
Daily Total: $14
Day Six: 3/30
9:30 a.m. — I wake up, roll around in bed for a little bit, and then get up to head to the gym.
11:30 a.m. — My workout is finally done! I head home so I can shower.
12 p.m. — I heat up my left over Chipotle for lunch, and respond to a few emails. I got invited back by one of the companies I interviewed at for lunch, and I am super confused as to why because I was 100% sure that I bombed the interview and that the director did not like me. I respond saying that I am interested anyways and we schedule a time.
1 p.m. — I eat my Chipotle on the couch while watching B99. I pass out for like 3 hours.
3:30 p.m. — I finally get up off the couch. I remix my slime to make it less sticky and accidentally get some on the kitchen rug. I can’t get it off so I leave it, hoping that it’ll get less sticky with time. 
4 p.m. — I retreat into my room to get ready for work. I only do my make-up since I’m feeling lazy.
4:45 p.m. — I head out to work. 
9:30 p.m. — I love closing with one manager in particular cause she’s always in a rush to get out early, just like me. We leave about 15 minutes early and I get home. My dad’s not home, so I make myself a bowl of cereal and eat it in a rush since I have to head out soon. My dad gets home just as I start eating and I let him know what my plans for the night are.
10 p.m. — My friend calls me telling me that she and her boyfriend just broke up. She is not upset about it at all, which is good, and we use the time to catch up on each other’s lives. I chat with her as I drive to my other friends house. One of my friends recently got into her first choice med school, so we are celebrating! They were planning on going clubbing, but we decided to stay in and have a chill night instead.
2 a.m. — We ended up spending the night just chatting and watching tv/movies. We finally head home at 2 am, and I take off my make-up, wash my face, change, and get into bed. 
Daily Total: $0
Day Seven: 3/31
10 a.m. — I wake up suuper late today because of how late I slept last night. I muster what little motivation I have to get up and get changed for the gym.
12 p.m. — I finally finish at the gym! I take a shower and heat up two Asian buns and eat two hard boiled eggs for lunch. Then I snack on some sunflower seeds before passing out on the couch for another 3 hours.
4 p.m. — I finally wake up and hate myself for sleeping for so long. This is one of the few weekends I have off and I wasted one by napping! I am still stressed out about job search, but I decide not to do anything about it today since I still need more me time.
6 p.m. — My dad gets home from biking, and after he showers and changes, we head out to a shabu shabu place for dinner. He pays - thanks dad!
9:30 p.m.  — I do a little bit of job search since I’m bored and it’ll take some of the tension I’m feeling off. 
10 p.m.  — I finish up totaling my money diaries!
Daily Total: $0
The Breakdown:
Weekly Total $$ Spent: $278.23
Food & Drink: $34.86 Entertainment: $14 Home & Health: $0 Clothes & Beauty: $0 Transport: $229.37 Other: $0
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hekate-the-witch · 7 years
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Of princes and princesses
Event: AkaKuro Valentine 2017
For: @inglenookpoetry
Summary:  In unspecified ancient time, in a matriarchal society, only a queen can ascend to the throne, and only daughters have been born to the Kuroko royal family for generations - but to everyone’s amazement, this royal pair had a son. To avoid some unpleasant relative taking over, prince Tetsuya must become a princess in appearance, dress, and behavior - which makes things really awkward because “she” has been betrothed to a neighboring prince before he (or she) was born.
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„I am what?!“ Tetsuya cried. His mother looked at him with a sweet smile.
„Oh, you are engaged with the prince Akashi,“she said as it was perfectly simple. But Tetsuya was furious.
„Well. Not only I was forced to play a girl all my life, not only I have been humiliated by wearing  dress and acting like a princess, but now I am engaged? How come you never told me till now?” he said and it was clear that he was really angry. He put his normal calm and peaceful atitude aside and let all of his feelings out. But his mother thought she was in the right. She looked at him as he somehow dissapointed her.
„I thought you wanted only the best for our family and our kingdom. Because if you did, you won’t be like this. You are perfectly aware that we can’t allow any of our relatives to take over the throne, and you are not able to be my succesor. Your sister is, but first we need to get you married, and then…"she sort of lost her train of thoughts, but she kept talking. Tetsuya wasn’t impressed.
„I think you forgot about the fact that I am a man. Again.“
„Oh, well, well, sweetheart. The Akashi royal family have some warlocks that can perform a spell on you, and you will be able to bear the Akashi bloodline some prince or princess,"she talked and talked, but in that moment Tetsuya stopped listening. It seemed he was already sold of, and nobody would pay attention to his complaints. He hated the fact that even if the Akashi prince would accept him as his ‘wife’ he will be forever in the position of replacement for woman. Tetsuya gritted his teeth. He did want the best for their kingdom… And so he made a decision.
Two weeks later, he was looking out of and carriage window. It was already almost dark, so he wasn’t able to see that much, but he knew they already crossed the border of his kingdom and that they were now in… His new kingdom. As he was staring out, he noticed and fleeting movement between the trees. At first he thought it might be a deer, but soon he acknowledged that it was bigger and it kept the same pace as the cariage. He had started to worry. He knew that Akashi kingdom hadn’t had any problems with thieves, at least that was what his father told him. But if he thought about it, his father wasn’t the most informed person, so his words may or may not be true.
Suddenly the shadow between the trees dissapeared and for a moment Kuroko thought that it was only his paranoia. But the there was a loud crash and the carriage immedietly stopped. Tetsuya quickly grabbed his dagger, in case he would need to defend himself, but apparently it wasn’t quick enough. He was harshly pulled out of the carriage and stumbled before he fell on the ground. He had only little time before he had a sword under his neck.
„Well boys, aren’t we lucky? We get the gold and and play thing!"said the guy who holded the sword. Tetsuya glared at him, but it had no effect.
„I am no play thing,"he responded calmly but coldly. Nothing. He and two of his men were dragged in some kind of den. For a second Tetsuya began to fear, but one of his guards whispered too him: „Don’t worry, your highness. Izuki was quick enough, and he is now on his way for help.“
It was about midnight, and Kuroko was sitting tied up on the ground. It was highly uncomfortable, but at least he was still alive and in one peace. And the bandits that were supposed that guard them had started to drift off. He had his ties tied really loosely, so it wasn’t such a problem to get rid of them and then also untie his legs and his companions. Before one of him started to question him, he shaked his head. They weren’t supposed to talk if they wanted to get out of there. Kuroko signed at Hyuuga and Kiyoshi to wait some more time before their guards fall asleep completely. When that happened, he slowly get up and so did his own guards, and they began to crawl away.
Well at least they tried to. Suddenly it wasn’t so peaceful as before, and there was some noise outside, and some men were shouting. But apparently it weren’t them who caused the sudden chaos. They looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They have their chance to disappear. Now or never. But as they again started to sneak out, Kiyoshi suddenly stopped.
„Your highness, please go. Somebody is coming our way,"he informed Tetsuya, but the prince hadn´t moved an inch.
„I know you are perfectly capable of defending yourself, but you need to get out of here alive and preferably without a scratch,“said Hyuuga. But as Tetsuya thought that maybe they were right, a tall, dark skinned man stepped out of the shadows. Both Tetsuya´s guards took a defensive position, but the man looked very caml, and also self-confident.
„Put down your weapons. We mean no harm to you,"he said. Kiyoshi eyed him warrily. „I haven’t noticed you in that group that kidnapped us. Who are you?”
 The man sneered. „Aomine Daiki, the personal guard of prince Akashi,“he informed them proudly.
„I understand that I have the honor to meet part of the Kuroko retinue… But I had a task to escort princess Tetsuya. Do you happen to know where she might be?"he asked, a little bit worried.
 Kuroko gritted his teeth. „Maybe if it ocurred to you that Tetsuya is in my kingdom actually a male name, you would get it be now. I am Tetsuya Kuroko.“
 Aomine stopped. „You… Are Tetsuya?"he asked, just to make sure. Kuroko looke at him with completely blank expression.
„Oh, it’s not… Well. The prince will be happier at least… or maybe not,” the man nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
„It would be understandable, since I am a man, but unfortunately it is not against the agreement. And also, unfortunately, our engagement can´t be revoked,“said Tetsuya.
Aomine shrugged. „That’s what I am talking about. But you´ll see. The important thing is that you’re okay, ” he said, and then led them out. The sight before them was definitely interesting. There were five men, one of them Izuki, who was from Tetsuya´s retinue, and the others… Well, they all had a very interesting hair colors.
„Daiki. Perfect, that you finally brought the captives,“ began one of them, smiling. It was clear at first sight that he was prince Akashi.
„But I don’t see the princess. If I am not wrong, your main task was to find her and bring her here. Without injury,"he continued in a tone that implied dissatisfaction.
„Ah, Akashi. It seems that this, eh, interesting young man here is prince Tetsuya. Not a princess,"said Aomine really nervously. Akashi’s eyes sparkled and he turned his attention to the young bluenett.
„What’s that I hear? I had considered that your kingdom is known for the fact that the firstborn is always a girl… but then of course it makes sense that they want to get rid of  an heiress… Or rather an heir, to be precise.”
Tetsuya slowly exhaled. „Yes, prince. I was hoping to we would meet under somewhat better circumstances, and I have a chance to explain everything to you,“he said gently. He didn’t know how Akashi will react.
„That definitely changes the situation, of course… though it’s very convenient. In fact, I wanted to cancel our engagement, due to my… preferences.”
In that moment, everybody that didn´t know Akashi had only one thought: 'preferences’? His guards, however glossed over it, as if it were all clear, only Aomine couldn´t help himself but to add a note: „But Tetsu looks quite acceptably,“ he laughed, which earned him a slap on the head from the man whose hair resembled grass, and who held in his hand a small wooden statue of a horse.
„Shut up, Ahomine.”
It was all a bit much for Tetsuya. At first he thought that Akashi probably wouldn’t want to marry him, but now it seemed it wasn’t the case.
„I would actually prefer that option,“ he said darkly. But then he shaked his head.
„Well, we may as well get out of here before we have this little talk. I would prefer some calm place rather than the forest, and maybe some sleep before that,” he said. So after some rearangments they leaved, Kuroko ridding with Akashi on his horse.
Kuroko shifted in his seat. It was already morning. He did slept well, but then, after breakfast in bed, he was called to the outdoor altain by no one other than Akashi. He was already there, looking perfect and very… Royaly. Unlike Kuroko.
 „So, you may want to explain this whole situation to me, although I have some theories,“he stated. So Tetsuya began.
„Well, as you know, my kingdom is matriarchal. And as only a daughter can be succesor to the throne, I was a bit of a surprise. Unwanted, if you want. And as we have some relatives that won’t do any good on the throne, my mother decided to present me as a girl… When my sister was born, it was all just to keep you from revoking the engagement until it was late. Which it is, as I am already adult and your parents snake had lot of time to make it void,"Kuroko explained.
„Indeed. That was what I thought, well, almost precisely. But there are still some things unsaid. You said you would prefer the other option, may I ask why?” Akashi asked.
„I have enough of substituting for a woman. I don’t need to go from a princess to wife, only seen as a womb for your child - which I don’t even have. And we both now the spell for that is very hard to perform and even harder to survive it. And as young as I am, I don’t want to die yet,“ Tetsuya explained sourly.
„Understandable, but the engagement can’t be revoked by now, as you correctly stated. Unless you or myself die. And I must inform you that I don’t plan that in a near future. Although I can promise you that if you ever happen to bear my child, I will personally take care of it, and I would make sure nothing would happen that you and the child. But we still have one problem.”
„We do? I thought all of this was pretty cool,“Tetsuya replied sort of sarcasticaly.
„Yes, we do. Your mother didn´t tell us some seriously important informations about you. I don’t think that is something I can overlook,"Akashi smiled.
„But what are you going to do? It’s not like you are going to declare us a war, are you?” Kuroko asked with little worriedly.
„No, but I might want something. Your kingdom, preferably. Or maybe something precious to it. “
„Oh… I don’t think that’s going to happen. Well, she would not want a war, but she won’t give up her crown to a stranger, and a man.”
„Then maybe something precious to her? Oh, I know. Long time ago, even before the matriarchy, your ancestor had stolen something from my ancestor. You might happen to know this item by the name 'The Chrysanthema ring’. As I normally don’t care for jewelry, this one is pretty special. It has big power and it grants whomever it helds succes in what he´s doing. I want that thing. You might want to tell this to her.“
„As far As I don’t adore my mother, I care about other people in my country. Wouldn’t this mean that the kingdom would shatter?“Tetsuya questioned, but his question was met with a smile.
 „No, not necesarrily. If your mother knows at least something about what is she doing, it will do just fine,” Seijuro responded. Kuroko sighed.
„Then okay. I think she would accept it…“
„Good. Now, you might want to join me at lunch?“Akashi smiled, and Tetsuya nodded. There was something about that smile that make him thought that maybe, just maybe, his stay here wouldn´t be so terrible…
Seven months later he stood in front of the mirror and gently smiled at his own reflection, while running around him was an enthusiastic Kise and two maidens. Yes, all of this led to his acquaintance with Seijuro, and when he looked backward, he could tell he would never regret it. Yes, at first he thought that he will only change his role as a replacement, but back then he didn’t know how much was he wrong. Soon after he get to know him more, he found out that Seijuro is not like his mother - actually, that’s he´s not like anybody else. Tetsuya also found out that, in fact, he got more than he deserved… or maybe just the right amount.
And as he walked to the shrine where they were supposed to get married, he thought about the smile that started it all.
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Message for my Akashi: This chocolate really wasn´t a peace of cake for me, since english is not my native language, but I tried, and it´s not that bad :) There might be some mistakes, but I hope you like this and that you´ll forgive me because I only sended it just now. Thank you, your Kuroko   ❤
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mikah93 · 7 years
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My two cents on the Pewdiepie situation
Mind you, this is coming from someone who is not personally a Jew culturally or religiously. Nor do i have anyone in my family who (that i am aware of) was personally victimized by the events of the Holocaust. So essentially he did a practical joke/social experiment in which the goal was to show how crazy the site Fiverr can be. (For anyone that doesn't know, Fiverr is a site where you can hire someone to do something for 5 bucks) the experiment consisted of him hiring some guys to hold up signs that said "Death to all Jews." In a word, yikes. As a result of this "joke," Felix lost his network deal with Disney and his Google Preferred advertising status on YouTube got revoked. As well as getting his show on YouTube Red cancelled. There are thousands of people screaming that "it was just a joke!" And "it was harmless comedy." People want to remain loyal to someone that they care about. He's an icon to many people and an inspiration to them as well. He's donated millions of dollars to various charities over the years and, aside from some serious problem moments, has shown qualities that a large portion of people consider to be that of a decent person. So then what do we make of this? Does he deserve the heat he's getting both on the business side of things and on the public outcry side? My thoughts are that he's made his bed. I understand the knee jerk for a lot of people to want to overlook what might be a small overstep in the handling of a joke but look at it this way. From a white guy to other white people that don't yet understand, I'm gonna try and paint a picture here so...work with me. 70 years ago or so, around the time your grandparents and great-grandparents were running around. Except yours weren't. Yours were being rounded up along with their friends, family and everyone they had ever known. Entire communities. All because they had been born the way they had. Because of their names, where their families hailed from, and yes, their religion. After years of torture, rape, watching each other be executed in various grisly and horrific ways, they finally are released. The war is over and they can go home. This is something that never leaves your community. It is forever the tale of when you all almost became extinct. Now that this horror story is forever a part of your racial memory, you notice that the world has moved on. It's nothing more than a folk tale glazed over in history books so that its only job was to say "this guy was messed up but America saved the day ;D" The world moved on. They start telling nazi jokes. Anyone that doesn't tolerate something is now a "___ nazi." There alongside them are jokes made out of the suffering of your people. Jokes about ovens, showers, and mass murder. These are just jokes to people because they have no frame of reference that they can see. Or maybe that they want to see. But you couldn't move on. You didn't move on because less than a century ago, you and your family and everyone that you care about from your community was almost wiped off the map. You were almost banished to the annals of history where people that will never know your suffering would shake their heads and say "tsk tsk, what a shame." It is an event so glossed over by political figures, business leaders, and world leaders that that now you see people being elected all over the world that indirectly, or sometimes directly, support people that wish that the nazis would've finished wiping you out! Amidst this terrifying climate, places that you feel safe are dwindling. One of the places you 'might' feel safe is YouTube. It's a place where you can escape the sense of impending dread, at least for a few hours. And then you see what Pewdiepie did. The biggest star of one of the last safe spaces just encouraged people that hate you to finish killing you. And all of this ^^^ doesn't even take into account the fact, the proven fact that i will source if deemed necessary, that hate crimes against Jews has grown at a terrifying rate since the new year began. Now, whether it was intentional or not, does this seem like something that is ok? Would you forgive him?
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josjournal · 7 years
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The last two people on campus during an extreme weather alert and oh great we’re snowed in. Ziam please ~LA
This one got a bit longer than anticipated (what else is new?), so it’s under a “read more”. If you are having issues with tumblr and “read more,” you can also read this over at AO3. 
xx-Joey
Zayn stretched, groaning as he heard his neighbor’s alarm blaring through the extremely thin wall that separated their dormitory rooms. He banged on the wall a couple of times, hoping to hear Niall’s brash voice curse him out before turning off the alarm, allowing Zayn a few more hours of sleep. It was Friday, no classes at all and no work until much later in the day. Pulling his pillow over his head, he started cursing out his friend in every language he knew.
After that had killed about ten minutes, the alarm still blaring, Zayn threw his covers off and reached for his phone, wondering if Niall had run downstairs for coffee, forgetting about his alarm again. He was surprised to see his phone was dead since it was plugged into the wall.  Finally taking in his surroundings, he realized the only light was coming from the window. The power was out. He also realized the room was a bit chilly.
Of course, Niall would have a battery operated alarm. Slipping out of the bed, Zayn decided to go look for his neighbor. Worst case scenario, he didn’t find him, but he had a strong cup of coffee and a bit of an escape from the noise.
Unless the power went out before the coffee was made. If that were the case, the worst case scenario would be dire.
Zayn pulled on a shirt and a jumper, making sure his lighter and cigarettes were in the pocket. Then he grabbed his wallet, sliding them into a pocket of his joggers. Lastly, before leaving the room, he shoved a beanie over his unruly hair, not caring that he was only in socks. As he made his way to the stairwell, he thanked the heavens above that he only lived on the third floor. He was surprised by how quiet the building was as he descended, used to the sound of voices echoing in the stairwell.
As he exited at the basement door, he was surprised to find the closed door of the cafeteria. His eyes glossed over the sign taped to the door: University Closed Due to Inclement Weather. Will Re-Open Monday.
Zayn vaguely remembered it beginning to snow as he and Louis had walked home from their morning classes the day before. He’d been feeling a bit under the weather and decided to skip his afternoon classes and go to bed. Now he was wondering just how much he had slept through, especially when his stomach gave a small growl of hunger. If the cafeteria was closed, maybe he could purchase something at the front desk where they kept a small assortment of snacks.
Climbing one flight of stairs, he stepped into the building lobby, surprised to see even the front desk closed down and the Dorm Director’s office shut. He looked around trying to find a clock that didn’t run on electricity, but apparently, they all did and, according to the analog clock by the front desk, the power had gone out at around ten. Zayn wasn’t sure if it was a.m. or p.m.
He turned towards the door, surprised to see another person standing there, looking outside with a phone pressed to his ear. “I don’t know, mum. I was up all night working on a paper with my headphones on - the noise canceling ones you and dad got me - and fell asleep at my desk. I didn’t even know they were calling an emergency,” the boy said, his voice slightly panicked. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he listened to the person on the other end. “I can’t get out. There’s no power and I can’t even open the doors.”
Zayn’s eyes widened as he glanced outside and realized the boy was correct. There was snow halfway up the doors. It must have fallen hard and fast overnight. He wondered why his friends didn’t try and wake him up. He was about to go check Louis’ room when the boy turned, blinking at Zayn in surprise.
“H-hi,” he stuttered out. “Not you mum. There’s actually someone else here.” He rolled his eyes. “Yes, mum.” His lips quirked in a smile that Zayn found slightly adorable. “Of course, mum. Love you, too.” He hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket.
“Hi,” Zayn said. “Er…what time is it?”
The boy pulled his phone out and glanced at it. “Nearly nine.”
“A.M.?” Zayn asked, smacking himself in the forehead when the boy looked outside at the sun shining brightly against the snow. “Dumb question. Sorry. Was sleeping.”
“S’alright, mate.” He held a hand out. “Liam Payne. Basement.”
Zayn chuckled as he took the offered hand. “Zayn Malik. Third floor.”
“Nice to meet you. Want some coffee?” Liam asked, his smile wide as he turned to head towards the stairs.
“Um. Sure?” He followed Liam down the stairs, thinking this is how some horror movies began. He knew people lived in the basement, had even done it himself last year, but he hadn’t met anyone this term who did.
Liam entered the Resident Advisor’s room, stopping Zayn in his tracks. “You’re the RA?”
Liam shrugged. “Easy gig. Only four people live on this floor.” Zayn chuckled as he entered, surprised by the smell of coffee that filled the dark room. He glanced at the window and could barely see the top of the snow line just below the top of the window. There had to be at least five feet of snow out there. He turned to Liam to comment and was greeted by a full cup of the best smelling coffee he’d ever encountered.
“Milk or-” He cut off as Zayn took a hearty sip. “Never mind.”
“How?” The bitter liquid burned his tongue, but he didn’t care, loving the way the heat flowed into his body.  He could practically feel it running through his veins.
“Battery operated, but, er, don’t tell anyone about it, yeah? Kind of forbidden and all.” Liam looked nervous, making Zayn’s smile widen. This boy was incredibly adorable. “In fact, if you could keep anything you see in here today-”
“You saved me with coffee. You could tell me you murdered the Dorm Director and I’d gladly be an accessory to the crime,” Zayn said, laughing. He stopped when Liam opened his window. “Uh-” Liam turned towards him, a carton of milk in his hands. “What?”
“Didn’t want the food in my fridge spoiling, so I dug a hole in the snow,” Liam explained before adding some milk to his coffee and returning it to the hole in the snow and shutting the window.
“It’s also where I got the water for the coffee,” Liam explained. “Figured the boiling made it safe to drink and it appeared rather clean.” He glanced down at his phone and frowned before opening a drawer and pulling out a keychain charger. He plugged his phone in smiling.
“You wouldn’t happen to have another of those would you?” Zayn asked moving closer and reaching for the drawer. He pulled it open, surprised to find several of the items in there. “Are they all charged?”
Liam nodded, running his fingers over them and handing one to Zayn, tapping the Batman logo. “This is my favourite, so you better return it.”
“Sick,” Zayn responded as he glanced around the room, laughing when Liam opened the drawer again and pulled out a charging cord. Zayn blushed as he plugged it in. “You must think I’m completely helpless.”
Liam laughed. “Nah. I’m just glad you haven’t teased me about being overly prepared.” He shrugged as he moved to his closet and pulled out a battery operated lantern, turning it on to cast a dim light through the room. “Used to be a boy scout.”
“I thought about doing that, but the idea of sleeping in the woods made me change my mind,” Zayn explained as he poked around Liam’s room, checking occasionally to see if the boy minded, but he was busy in his closet again, moving things around. Zayn was looking at a fire safety textbook on the desk when he realized that his feet were getting cold, even through the socks.
“Thanks for the coffee, mate. I’m gonna head bac-”
“Please don’t,” Liam cut him off, biting into his lower lip as soon as the words escaped.
“I’m getting cold,” Zayn admitted pointing to his feet.
“I’ve got extra socks.” He looked down at Zayn’s feet. “My slippers will probably fit you.” Liam started digging through his closet again. “I’ve got extra blankets. We could set up a blanket fort and try to hold in some heat.” Liam was pulling out more blankets than Zayn thought his mum had in their entire house back in Bradford. He kept talking the entire time, the words muffled and indecipherable, but the boy was definitely babbling.
Zayn reached forward and touched Liam on the shoulder making him jump. A thought suddenly occurred to him. “Do you not want to be alone?”
Liam chewed on his lip before shaking his head. “Out of everything - waking up in a pitch black room, not having power, the cold - being alone is the one thing I couldn’t prepare for.” Liam fiddled with his hands until Zayn laid his overtop, stilling them. “I searched all the floors, but the only sound I heard was Niall’s alarm. I banged on his door, but he didn’t answer. Was beginning to think it was an apocalypse or something.” His head fell. “Then I came back here and saw all of the texts from people saying they were leaving. I never check my phone when doing homework.”
“And I sleep like the dead, except for Niall’s alarm, and my phone died overnight.” He glanced over at it, glad to see it had enough power to turn back on. He swiped to his text messages, laughing at the massive amount of texts from Louis trying to get him out of bed so they could get off campus and to his mum’s a half-hour away before the roads closed. “Oops,” Zayn said, showing the messages to Liam, glad to see him relax into a smile.
Zayn was checking the weather on his phone, groaning when it was calling for more snow. He also checked the University website to see that it had been officially closed until Monday, no classes or services, which meant they were pretty much stuck, and Zayn had the weekend off from the library. “Looks like we’ll be living off snow coffee for the next few days. Hope you have a lot.” Zayn shook his head. “Hope Niall’s alarm battery dies soon, as well.” He didn’t know how long they would be stuck there, but he was figuring at some point, he’d annoy Liam enough that the boy would prefer solitude to his useless arse. “I might have a couple of candy bars in my room.” He groaned as he remembered the food he’d brought back from home the previous weekend. “Do you think I could bring my mum’s leftovers down to your makeshift fridge?” He really didn’t want all that home cooking to go to waste.
“Yeah. Anything we can eat cold?” Zayn shrugged. Might not be the best way, but cold was better than nothing. “Alright, let’s go. Maybe we can grab some more blankets from your room as well.”
Zayn’s eyes fell on the fire safety book again. “Wait, Heat rises, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Liam stopped locking up his room, tilting his head in thought. “So, it’s probably warmer in your room.”
“And probably warmest in the rec room on the top floor. Middle of the building. No windows to let in cold,” Zayn said, getting excited at the idea, but then his face fell. “Except it’s kept locked unless you sign out a key from behind the front desk.”
“I have a master key,” Liam said off-handedly as he began gathering the blankets and stuffing clothes and pillows into a massive duffle bag.
“What?” Zayn asked.
“What, what?” Liam looked around like he was debating what else to grab.
“A master key that can open any door in the building?” Zayn asked, staring at Liam, hoping that he would get where he was going with this train of thought. Liam blinked at him blankly. “Including the cafeteria?” Liam’s eyes lit up.
“Where they have food and gas stoves!” Liam’s smile was so bright that Zayn couldn’t stop himself from returning it, sure the boy didn’t even see it with as much as his eyes scrunched shut. “I have a lighter - we’ll need that.” Liam started digging through his desk again coming up with a long-necked lighter, making Zayn laugh. “What?”
“Not the type of lighter I was expecting.” Zayn dug around his jumper pocket, withdrawing his Zippo. “Yours is probably safer for lighting a stove, though. Good Boy Scout.” Liam flushed a bit at the compliment, making Zayn’s smile soften a bit, glad the boy didn’t take his words as teasing.
They moved quickly to get the stuff from Liam’s room up to the rec room before returning to Zayn’s room for the food and all of his blankets and extra jumpers and socks. Leaving the linens and clothing in the stairwell, after all, there was no one else to steal it, they headed down to the cafeteria. Once Liam unlocked the door, Zayn heard a strange humming sound.
“Generators!” Liam shouted as he pushed past him towards one of the walk-in refrigerators, pulling the door open with a flourish. “It’s cold!” He reached a hand in before stilling.
“What?” Zayn asked as he pushed his way past Liam to reach for a carton of orange juice.
“This is stealing,” Liam said, chewing his lower lip.
Zayn started to laugh but realized that Liam was truly bothered by the idea. He thought for a moment and then went over to the wall where a clipboard was hung up. He pulled it down, flipping through the pages until he found a blank one. He grabbed the pen attached to the top and looked at Liam. “We’ll make a list of everything we use. Then when school starts again, they can charge our school accounts.”
Liam smiled and nodded, grabbing the orange juice Zayn had been reaching for and then looked around for glasses. Digging around some more, they found enough to make a decent fry up on the gas stove, supplementing it with some of the food Zayn’s mum had sent. They shared it standing up in the kitchen, where there was a bit of warmth coming from the stove still. When they were done, they washed up quickly, returning everything to their rightful places and storing Zayn’s leftovers in one of the refrigerators. They debated taking the list with them but opted to leave it where it was because they would probably be back for something else before the weekend was over.
They grabbed the stuff from the stairwell and made their way into the rec room, relieved to feel that it was actually almost toasty inside. As Liam quickly shut the door, Zayn started grabbing chairs, pulling them toward the center of the room and setting them in a bit of a circle. He looked over at Liam who was watching him, a calculating look in his eye.
“What?” Zayn asked.
Liam blinked at him, confusion clear on his face. “What, what?”
“You’re staring,” Zayn supplied, smiling a bit when Liam’s cheeks flushed. He wasn’t sure, but making Liam blush could possibly become his favourite pastime.
“Was trying to figure out the best way to do this,” Liam admitted. “We need it to be cozy, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” The comment was strange, but Zayn shrugged it off as Liam grabbed one of the larger blankets from his room and began draping it over the chair backs.
“Maybe we should build the inner nest first,” Zayn suggested. “Then worry about the covering.” He removed the blanket that Liam had added and began grabbing some of the thicker blankets. He laid them between the chairs, surrounding them with pillows. It wasn’t long before he realized that Liam was still standing frozen, watching him. “Or I could do all the wor-”
“I’m gay,” Liam blurted out, his entire face red when Zayn quirked an eyebrow at him. “I just wanted to tell you because we’re going to be pretty squished in there and if you have a problem with it, I didn’t want you to think that I was doing this to hit on you or anything like that because you are super attractive and if I’d seen you before this, I probably would’ve tried to ask you out, but now this seems like the worst possible time to even consider it and I should really sto-”
While Liam kept babbling, his eyes wild, almost as if he was unable to stop himself, Zayn rose to stand in front of him, pressing their lips together to cut him off. Liam suddenly stopped talking but didn’t respond to the kiss. Zayn took a step back, his face heating up, certain he’d just ruined the tentative bond they had been forming.
Once the silence stretched on, neither of them moving, Zayn opened his mouth and let his words starts flowing. “Okay, first, I’m gay, too. Second, you’re really fit and basically my hero right now, so I’m not really worried about a cuddle in a pillow fort with you. It might not be the most commonplace first date, but, if we survive this weekend, we can make it up on our second date.” He stepped away and began working on the fort again, afraid of what Liam’s response might be to his verbal vomit.
Suddenly, a pillow smacked Zayn in the side of the head and he looked up at a giggling Liam. “Oh, it’s on!” Zayn shouted, scrambling over one of the chairs to try to get to the pile of pillows at Liam’s feet.
Several minutes and one exploded pillow later, the two of them were sprawled over the blankets between the chairs, sweating, laughing, and sputtering out mouthfuls of feathers. “Now, I’m too hot,” Liam whined, but he was laughing so hard, Zayn couldn’t take him seriously.
“Yes, yes you are,” he quipped, the flirtatious words escaping before he could second-guess himself, but he felt terrible when Liam’s laughter cut off suddenly. Zayn struggled to find words to apologize when suddenly, Liam rolled and was looming above him, his face close enough that the tips of their noses brushed.
“You’re one to talk about being too hot,” Liam said, smiling, his tongue sneaking out to sweep across his lower lip, making Zayn swallow a groan.
“Well, c’mon then,” Zayn taunted, not sure if he was trying to scare Liam off or pull him in. Liam tilted his head slightly, brushing his lips across Zayn’s. “C’mon, you call that a kiss?”
Liam’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in, his lips pressing more firmly than before. Zayn tried to keep the smile off his lips, but couldn’t do it, giving Liam the opportunity to slip his tongue past Zayn’s lips.
The kiss continued until Zayn had to take a breath, he pulled back, keeping a fist locked in Liam’s jumper to be sure he knew he wasn’t done. His action must have been misinterpreted in the best way because Liam sat up, straddling Zayn’s hips, to remove the article of clothing - and the tee beneath it - revealing abs that had Zayn swallowing hard as he ran his fingers over the ridges.
Liam smiled as he reached for Zayn’s shirt, pulling it gently over his head before pushing him back against the blankets. His eyes traced over Zayn before he leaned down to press a kiss to the tattooed lips in the center of his chest. “Nice ink,” he said, his lips brushing against Zayn’s skin, warming him up anymore. Liam used the tip of his tongue to trace each feather on the wings spanning his chest causing Zayn’s breathing to become heavy.
Liam continued worshiping every bit of ink on Zayn’s torso, torturing him in the best ways, his teeth nipping at the blocky heart just above his waistline. As he nosed against the gun tattooed on his side, Zayn uttered out, “Fuck me.”
Liam froze as Zayn slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry!” he shouted against his own hand, trying to pull himself out from under Liam while not rubbing his hard cock against him. He only managed to move about an inch before Liam let his full weight drop down on him. He definitely wasn’t the only one who had been getting into it.
“Er,” Liam started looking down at Zayn who wanted to hide but couldn’t seem to even close his eyes. Liam reached up to remove his hand, pressing a quick kiss to Zayn’s lips. “As much as that idea appeals to me, even if it’s a bit sooner than I’m used to, I don't…” He trailed off, gesturing around the room as his face flushed.
It took Zayn a minute to come back to himself enough to realize what Liam was saying. He wasn’t saying no, but he was saying he didn’t have anything and they certainly didn’t know each other well enough to go bareback and definitely not masochistic enough to attempt this without lube.
When Zayn still hadn’t spoken for a full minute, Liam started to sit up, but Zayn wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, bringing him down into a gentle kiss. “So, if you had something, you would?” Liam nodded, mirroring the growing smile on Zayn’s face, although his eyes still held confusion.
Zayn kissed Liam again while slapping a hand down on the blankets around them, jostling Liam and causing them both to laugh. Finally, he felt the familiar softness of his jumper and let out a shout of triumph. He pushed Liam up and back until their positions were reversed and Zayn was straddling his thighs, digging into the pocket of his shirt. Tossing aside his cigarettes and lighter, he finally pulled out his wallet.  Opening it, he withdrew two packets, showing them to Liam.
“Thought you weren’t a Boy Scout,” Liam teased, his hands already working Zayn’s joggers down his hips.
Zayn popped the button on Liam’s jeans, biting into his lower lip. “Just because I wasn’t a Boy Scout doesn’t mean I’m not always prepared.”
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