#I’m thinking of seeing if there’s a way to transfer some of the old credit towards a new degree
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studying English at university didn’t net me a degree or professional qualifications to work as a translator, but it sure did give me a lasting obsession with etymology
#I dropped out for kinda stupid reasons in retrospect#I’m thinking of seeing if there’s a way to transfer some of the old credit towards a new degree#but unfortunately my local university no longer has languages#and I’m not moving nor do I think I’m really built for doing that shit remotely#but I’ll rethink my options if/when therapy improves my general outlook
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The Four Mistakes - pt 2
Thinking about doing a part 3...
Katie McCabe x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Injury
It seemed like every step was a chore, even with Katie supporting your entire body weight. You groaned with every step. Katie was basically dragging you, at least that is what you felt was happening as you could barely lift your feet.
“I know y/n, I know it hurts but we are almost home.” Katie would reassure you, although you were pretty sure she was scared shitless and trying to keep you calm. Fun fact, you were anything but calm.
The 10 minute walk back to Katie's house felt more like 2 hours with how slow you felt you were walking, but you have to give Katie credit, she can most definitely drag a 60 kg 17 year old like there is no tomorrow. When we did get back to the house, Katie practically threw you in the back seat and jumped in the driver's seat. Driving like a mad woman to the nearest hospital, you took notice of her right hand. It could have been broken, it was swollen with dried and fresh blood flowing down her arm. It seemed as though she hadn’t really taken notice, it was the least of her problems to be fair.
“Don’t fall asleep on me back there, ya hear?”
“I’ll try my best” you whispered. Gosh, even talking hurt.
“You’re going to be just fine y/n. Ya gotta be.”
Katie pulled right outside the emergency doors and threw open her door to grab you from the backseat. Once you were safely tucked into her side, the both of you made your way to the entrance of the emergency room. Surprisingly, the emergency room seemed to not be as chaotic as they portray in drama shows. So a nurse was on us the moment we came through the doors.
“We will take her from here ma’am” she said while getting on my other side, “Tell us everything you know.”
“Um.. I.. He..” Katie stuttered out, as they transferred me to a gurney and wheeled me away.
“Ma’am, your hand. You are hurt, let me help you.” She said gently grabbing Katies right hand,
Katie recoiled a little bit, hissing at the contact, finally realizing that she in fact was in a great deal of pain. Her pain only became relevant now that you were in the hands of people capable of helping you.
“Ma’am, do you know who you brought in? Do you know who we can call? Can I please help you? I think you broke your hand” The nurse asked
“Um, she's my kid. I am the one who you would call.” She responded shakily
“Ok, good. Is there anyone we can call for you? You don’t seem to be doing ok.”
Katie thought for a few seconds before fishing out her phone and handing it to the nurse “Uh, yea me best mate. And yea me hand hurts help would be appreciated, if ya wouldn’t mind. Is she gonna be alright? What are they going to do?”
“We will not know until the doctor comes back, but we will let you know as soon as they come back. Now let's go over here and take a look at your hand.” The nurse said while leading Katie back into an examination room. She began to look at the hand in more detail before reaching over to grab some cleaning supplies and clean her knuckles.
“I’m Nancy by the way, what’s your name?” The nurse said after starting to clean Katies wounds.
“My name is Katie, do ya think my hand is broken?”
“Straight to the point I see. Well, we will need an x-ray to say for sure and what kind of treatment would be needed, but I am 80% sure you indeed have a broken hand Katie,”
“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. Do I at least get a cool cast?”
“Of course, in any color you want. But let me go and put in for an x-ray and check up on the status of your child. What's her name? Nancy said while standing up
“Her names y/n, y/n McCabe” Katie responded tearfully
*****
A half hour had passed before another person burst through the emergency room doors.
“I’m looking for Katie McCabe? Where is she?” Viv asked the front desk
“She is just about to come back to the waiting room, looks like she just got her cast done so the nurse will send her your way if you will just have a seat ma’am.”
Viv nodded and turned around to look for an open chair perfectly positioned to see everything but not be so far away that she couldn’t hear if the nurse called your name. In the middle of her consideration, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her torso. She looked over and saw Katie, so she wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
“Hey, are you ok?” Viv spoke after a minute
“I don’t know, I will be once I see her. Viv… she was in bad shape… I …” Katie said before being caught by a wave of emotion.
“Hey. Look at me, she is going to be fine. She’s a McCabe, you all are a stubborn lot. Now lets sit down and tell me what happened”
*****
Katie was currently tucked into Vivs side, her leg bouncing in anticipation, impatiently waiting for the doctor to say your name.
“So, why did you have them call me instead of Caitlin?” Viv wondered out loud
“Well, Cait is out with Steph and Kyra. I didn’t want to ruin her night, and ya were the next person I could think of to help me.” Katie confessed. “Where's Beth? Ya guys are attached at the hip.”
“Ah, Steph called like 10 min before I got the phone call. She got invited to hang out with the Aussies.”
“God, that's trouble.”
Finally, your name was called, “Family of y/n McCabe?”
Katie and Viv shot up and made their way to the doctor.
“Hi, yea that’s us. Is she ok?” Katie rushed out
“Yes, y/n is alright. If you follow me, we will go back and see her. She is a little out of it because we gave her some strong pain meds, just a warning.” They said while walking down the corridor. They walked past a few more doors until the doctor turned left and went through the door.
“y/n, how are you feeling?” The doctor greeted you.
As they walked in the room, Katie was finally able to see you. You were sitting up and looking at the door with a dopey look on your face. She took note of all the physical injuries she could see, you had a black eye, a few stitches around your eyebrow and a cut adorning your lip. As well as a bandage around your right hand.
“I’m okayyyy. The funky juice ya gave me is makin me feel fuzy, but its all goooood becuz ya brought me Mum. Oh! And Auntie Viv!”
The doctor chuckled a little bit, “Mhmm, I sure did. They are gonna take you home soon, I just need to tell your mum a few things, is that alright?”
You looked flabbergasted, “pfffttt, of course. She already knows everything about meee”
“Alright, so I am sure you can see most of the damage. She has a few stitches in her face and quite a few in her hand. We have it covered so that nothing gets into her… incisions. You will have to come back to get all the stitches removed in about 2 weeks. We checked her torso area, and found that she has no broken bones, she did however have a few fractured ribs and severe bruising. That is the reason for the strong pain meds. I imagine she will be in quite a bit of pain for about a week or so because of that. Any questions?”
“Um, is there a way I can get you to send both my report and hers to our work? And I can take her back home tonight?”
“Yea, that shouldn’t be a problem. Just need a medical release so that we can send those over and those can be there by the morning. Yes, you can take her home tonight. We don’t need to keep her for observation, but if anything changes please do come back and we can take a look.”
“Ok, thank you very much.” Katie replied and then turned to you. “Hey kid, ya really gave me a scare there.” She continued, gently cupping your cheek.
“I’m sowry, I didn’t mean to” You replied looking tearful
“Hey, no. It’s alright, I… I just hated to see you like that, but you are alright now. Auntie Viv is going to take us home” She softly smiled before leaning in and placing a light kiss on your forehead. You leaned into her touch, closing your eyes briefly.
*****
You all had arrived home far too late for Katie’s pleasure. It was nearing 3 am when you stumbled through the front door.
“Hey, careful there kid. Lets not have to go back to the hospital, alright?” Katie said, worry laced in her voice
“I am like sooo careful, ya don’t even know. Now where is the boi??? I am in need of cuddles” You retort back, head swiveling in search of cooper.
Viv chuckled, as she grabbed your arm and pulled you into her side “God, she’s so high.”
“C’mon, we need to go to bed. Ya can sleep in my bed with cooper too.”
“Yayyyyy, now where is he??? And what about auntie Viv, where is she going to sleep?” you say, determined and confused.
Katie turned to Viv, “I actually did not think of that. We have practice tomorrow… Ya can sleep over obviously, I think Cait said something about spending the night at Stephs”
“Yea, that would be great. I can drive you both in tomorrow, you will have to talk to Jonas and the Physio. I can do that if it would make it easier.” Viv said while practically dragging you to Katie's bedroom.
“That would be great, I don’t know if I could talk about it again without breaking down. Would you mind taking us later, so everyone is on the pitch already, I don’t want the kid to be overwhelmed.”
“Yea, I will text Jonas now. I am in no shape to train tomorrow either, I am so tired.”
Viv helped you lay down in the middle of the bed, where you were now picking up cooper from where he was and placing him on your chest. Your quest of finding your furry friend now over.
As Viv was sending a message to Jonas, Katie got into the bed and pulled the covers up. Cooper moving off y/n’s chest and onto her own. You however, were sad that cooper had left you so you moved to your side and cuddled into Katies side sighing contently as Katie wrapped an arm around you protectively. When Viv had turned around, she chuckled.
“May I join the cuddle pile?”
“Of course, auntie Viv. Come on my other side, so that I am a sandwich!”
“What kind of sandwich?” Viv asked as she got into the bed, spooning you
“A love sandwich, silly” you said tiredly.
“My bad, now go to bed kid, you have a long day tomorrow.” Viv said as she felt herself being claimed by the warmth of sleep.
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Summary: You have some important news for Simon
warnings: Mentions of pregnancy
Pairing(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader (platonic), mentions of König x Fem! Reader and GhostSoap
Notes: No use of (Y/N)
a/n: hey hey! i'll be making a proper post soon regarding my writings. not to worry, i will be continuing! anyways, had this fun little idea for a while. thank you for reading!
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@bobfloydsgf , @warenai , @devilsfoodcake22 , @itsscromp , @dilfsaremyfavourite , @imalovernotahater , @cutiecusp , @allen-444
gif credit: @voidfromouterspace
He spots you before you even walk through the door. Constantly aware of his surroundings and checking who walks in or out of the restaurant; it’s a habit that he developed throughout the decades being in the military and will most likely stick with him in his lifetime.
Simon watches you enter, a small smile forming on his face as he sees your eyes make quick darts around the moving environment. Even when you transferred from the field and into intel with Kate, your eyes are as sharp as ever. But they immediately soften when she finds her old Lieutenant sitting in a booth at the back walls. Quickly informing the host that you’re meeting up with a friend, you make your way towards him. He rises out of his seat to give you a hug as both of you exchange pleasantries.
You noticed in the last few years that you’ve seen less and less of Ghost and more of just Simon. His movements, while still calculated, were also slow and relaxed. With not having a job that could kill him at any second, he takes his time with things. And his dark brown eyes, the ones that stared back at you with such intensity, have lightened up. But the true difference is the lack of a skull mask that you spent years looking at. Hell, he was even sporting a light brown beard and knowing him, something Johnny asked for him to do. Retirement looked good on Simon.
Even though he now has all the time in the world, you still have years ahead before you would consider hanging up your hat. Your visits are few and far inbetween, but whenever you mention getting lunch or dinner with each other, Simon always shows.
“I took the liberty of ordering our usual. Still into vodka soda, yeah?” He looks at you before he takes a sip of his bourbon.
Grabbing the glass, you stare into it as you swirl the clear liquid around. Even from a distance, the smell of it was overwhelming, causing you to pull back.
“Usually but I haven’t been drinking for a bit,” you say as you slide the glass towards him. You watch Simon eye the drink then back at you, one of his eyebrows raised and his head slightly tilted. Giving him a nod of encouragement, he slides the glass towards him.
“Very unlike you to turn away free drinks,” he comments as he reminisces the many times he and the team carried you out of bars.
“I’m feeling generous tonight.”
“Yeah right,” Simon lets out a chuckle, “There’s always a catch with you.”
“Well, actually-”
“Fuckin’ knew it.” He shakes his head, a small smile on his face. He watches you roll your eyes before downing your glass. It was way too sweet for his liking but it helped offset the taste of the burning vodka.You watch him as he drinks, going back and forth on whether to tell your ‘catch’ after he’s finished but you quickly decide that telling him now is the funnier option.
“I’m pregnant, Si,” you announced.
Letting out a snort, you kept your eyes on the man in front of you as he chokes on the drink. It took him a few minutes to recollect himself, coughing along and even asking for water to whichever server walked by. You wait for him to say something and he takes his sweet time for it. Another habit of his that will never go away is his staring. However, you’re used to it and after a few more minutes of having a staring contest, Simon finally speaks.
“How far along are you?”
Tapping your chin, you think on it for a second, “Almost four months now.”
His eyes narrowed at you before he moved his head low enough to see under the table. Low and behold, even under the loose fitting clothes you were wearing, there was a slight outline of a bump. How could he miss that?
“Does anyone else know?”
“Kate and Price, obviously. Kyle made a surprise visit last month, so there was no hiding that,” you scratch the back of your head as you glance up at him, “And now you.”
Simon shakes his head in disbelief. An uncomfortable pit begins to form in his stomach, as if he’s experiencing deja vu. He watches her happily eating the meal in front of her. She flicks her eyes up to him and gives him a small smile of reassurance. The same expression his mother gave him.
The rest of lunch went by in comfortable silence. He still had questions however, he can tell that the woman in front of him has something else to say. Simon watched as she would still her hands and open her mouth before shutting it quickly. Once the plates were taken away, there wasn’t the excuse of food to cover your expression.
He stares at her face again, which was deep in thought, as if there was a battle going on in her mind.
“Out with it, Tiny.” He lets out a silent laugh as you give him a glare, not too pleased with that old embarrassing nickname.
But your eyes soften as you let out a sigh, “We were thinking of names and if it’s a boy, Dietrich wants to name him after his grandfather.”
Simon holds his gaze, patiently waiting for you to continue. You hesitated with the next words.
“He’d be named Thomas.”
He was taken aback for the second time that day. It was quiet between the two of you again and you recognized the distant look in his eyes. Despite not having a mask on, Simon’s expressions were unreadable. Again, it takes a few minutes before he responds to you.
“I don’t see why you need my permission. It’s just a name afterall.”
“Judging by your reaction, it’s not ‘just a name’,” you reason. “It’s not set and stone yet, just ideas-”
“I’m okay with it.”
It was your turn to be stunned. “Are you sure?”
Simon mirrors your actions from earlier, giving you a smile and an encouraging nod.
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“Are you going to ask me and Johnny to be the godfathers?”
“Kyle called dibs, actually.”
“The hell he is.”
#daisygirlwrites#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#könig#konig
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Past Life Lover
Kim Jungsu
Summary: Jungsu is your past life lover. (non-idol au)
WC:~2.3k
Warning:angst parts.
Past life = italics
photo not mine credits to owner.
Past life = italics
“But I don’t want you to go. What if you get hurt?” Your hands clung desperately around Jungsu’s wrist as he cupped your face ever so gently. He wiped the falling tears from your eyes. There was currently a war going on in your country and Jungsu had to go off and fight in it.
“I always come back to you. I always come back to you y/n,” he tells you. His eyes are now glossed over with tears.
“Promise?” you hiccuped.
“Promise.” He presses a kiss to your lips then your nose and then your forehead. He removes his hands from your face to pull you into a hug. “I’ll be back I promise.” He holds you tighter. Unable to hold his tears anymore they come cascading down his face.
Jungsu didn’t keep his promise. The war was over, but he never came back. You waited and waited for him, but he never returned. You ran every time there was news of a new body being found, but it was never Jungsu’s. You weren’t sure if it made you relieved or hurt you more. You spent the rest of your life waiting for Jungsu, looking for Jungsu, but he never came back to you.
You were off to a weird start for your morning. First you slept through your alarm. Only by two minutes though, so it wasn’t a big deal. The fear of possibly being late still gives you the motivation to get ready as fast as possible. You had just arrived at your college when you ran into an old woman.
“He’s coming,” she tells you.
“I’m sorry?” you stated absolutely confused. Who could she possibly be talking about?
“The one you’ve been waiting for. He’s coming.” She explained further, but you were still plenty confused. You weren’t waiting for anybody, let alone some guy.
“I think you’re mistaken,” you told the old woman politely.
“No, no you spent many years of your past life waiting for him. Now he’s finally coming back to you,” she further explained.
“Um, well, ok then. Thanks,” you said, just trying to end the conversation.
“Have a good day dear.” The old woman wished you as she started to walk away.
“You too?” You still felt very confused about the whole interaction. You headed to your first class of the day.
Once you arrived at your class you told your friend all about your interaction with the old woman.
“I wish some old lady would tell me that the guy i’ve been waiting for is coming,” they remark.
“It was really weird. I think she had a couple screws loose.” you pointed your pointer finger at your head and drew little circles.
“Or maybe she is psychic or something. Maybe you just insulted a magical being,” your friend states.
“Oh come on. There is no way what she said is actually going to happen,” you said.
Right then your class professor walked in with a guy trailing in behind him.
“Class this is Jungsu, he just transferred here from another college. I would appreciate it if someone would catch him up with the materials we’re currently working with,” your professor says.
“Y/n said they’ll do it,” your friend announced, pointing at you.
“Great, why don’t you go sit next to them then. They can fill you in,” the professor tells Jungsu.
“I never said I would do it,” you scolded your friend in a whisper.
“The old lady told you he was coming then we coincidentally got a new transfer. I think not.”
“You seriously believe-”
“Shut up, he's here. Thank me later.” Your friend playful elbows you. You turn your head in the other direction to see Jungsu pulling out the chair next to yours.
“Hi, I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself.
“I’m Jungsu. Thanks for doing this.” He gave you a small smile. It felt familiar somehow.
“Mom, I told you it was going to rain. Why did you leave the horses hay out? It’s all soggy now,” you complained as you lugged the big bucket of hay inside of your small house located behind the stables. You turned your attention away from the wet hay to discover that a young man was also inside of your house. “Oh who’s this?” you asked, feeling a bit embarrassed about your soggy hay outburst.
“This is Jungsu. I hired him as our new stable boy. Since your brother got married and left,” your mom tells you.
“Hi.” You gave him a partial wave. “Is he staying here then?” you questioned.
“In the loft, above the barn,” Jungsu answered. You nodded. “Well I should get going then.” Jungsu begins to head out.
“Wait,” you called after him, making him stop his movements. “The loft gets cold when it rains. You can stay here for now,” you tell him.
“Thanks.” He gave you a small smile.
Jungsu and you exchanged contact information and agreed to meet up at the library after your classes. When you arrive at the library you find Jungsu already sitting at one of the tables.
“I didn’t make you wait long did I?” You asked, pulling out the seat across from him.
“No, I only got here a couple minutes ago,” he says.
“Good.” You pulled out your class materials so that you could start going over them. You spent the next hour with Jungsu. Not only filling him in about the class, but also getting to know him. The two of you got along very well. Almost as if you had known each other for ages. At the end of your session you and Jungsu were walking off campus together when you ran into that old woman again.
“See, I told you he would come,” she tells you, looking over at Jungsu.
“She told you I was coming?” Jungsu looked over at you puzzled. Before you could answer, the old lady did.
“Of course I told them. You know how long they spent waiting for you. You were both still in your twenties when you died, but they waited for you the rest of their life. I had to tell them that you were finally coming back,” she disclosed.
“Sorry, I really don’t know what she’s talking about,” you say to Jungsu.
“It’s ok you don’t have to understand dear. What’s important is that he’s back now and the two of you can live happily now.” With that the old woman walks away.
“Live happily together huh?” Jungsu chuckles.
“Apparently,” you chuckle too.
Jungsu and you were out buying stuff that you needed for the stables. You were currently inspecting the apples. Looking for the best ones out of the bunch.
“I think you care more about the apples the horses eat than the apples you eat,” Jungsu jokes.
“Well the horses need their strength. Plus these apples are like dessert for them. No one wants to have a disappointing dessert,” you state.
“What about me? I need strength too,” Jungsu says. You look around the area, seeing if anyone was paying any attention to either of you. When you deem that no one is looking, you rise up to your tiptoes and place a kiss on Jungsu’s cheek. His cheeks immediately flare up.
“What are you doing?” Jungsu looked at his feet bashfully.
“Giving you strength,” you tell, going back to picking out your apples.
What you didn’t know was that Jungsu knew exactly what that old woman was talking about. He remembered all about his past life with you. From the moment he met you on that rainy night to the moment he died. He remembered desperately trying to get back to you before he died, but he failed. Only a ten minute walk away from the stable where you two lived together.
Jungsu had gotten stabbed with a sword while fighting in the war. He was lucky enough to survive the stabbing. However his luck ran out when his wound got infected. He could tell that he wasn’t going to make it. He remembers your tear stained face, crying because you didn’t want him to go. Worrying about if he would get hurt. Most importantly he remembers his promise. That he would come back to you. Which is why Jungsu desperately tries to make his way back to you. Holding onto any tree he could for balance. Using a tree branch as a cane. Putting one foot in front of the other no matter how much pain he was in. He had to get back to you. He had to. Constantly repeating “I’m coming. I’m coming y/n. I’ll be there soon”, but his body collapsed before he could. He lays on the cold ground apologizing to you. “I’m sorry y/n. I can’t keep my promise right now. Tears fell from his eyes. He vows to find you in his next life. That he will come back to you and his eyes fall shut.
You and Jungsu are currently having a studying session at your place. However not much studying is actually getting done. Side conversations keep turning into full blown conversations. Leaving the study material to be forgotten. The playlist you have playing in the background ends up being more distracting than anything else as you and Jungsu end up jamming to the songs together.
“I need a break.” You closed your notebook.
“I think we've been taking a break basically the entire time. We’ve only reviewed three pages out of this chapter,” Jungsu points out.
“Seriously? Why do I feel so exhausted then?” You laid your head on your arms, eyes falling closed.
“Maybe our mini concert tired you out,” Jungsu says, but he’s met with silence. You had fallen asleep just that quickly. Jungsu shakes his head. He moves the study material out of the way, moving to lay the same way you were, but mirrored across from you. He admired your sleeping face. You looked so peaceful. It made Jungsy feel at ease.
You stuck up behind Jungsu, wrapping your arms around his waist as he was cleaning out a stable stall. Jungsu jumps in your hold, but quickly relaxes as he recognizes that it’s you. He smiles as he looks at the sparkly ring adorning your ring finger.
“What are you doing?” he asked you.
“Can I not show my husband some love?” You press yourself closer to him.
“You can, but I thought you said you were going to brush the horses.” He turns around in your hold to face you. His arms naturally circling around your lower back.
“I will, but I want to be with you right now,” you smiled at him.
“I love you,” he tells you, pulling you closer. He brushes his nose against yours.
“I love you too,” you tell him with blushing cheeks. It didn’t matter if you were married, Jungsu seemed to always hold the same effect over you and your heart.
“Go brush the horses. Then we can eat and spend the rest of the night inside.” He leaves a kiss on your nose.
“Ok.” You nodded. You each held onto each other a little longer before letting go.
Blinking your eyes open, leaving your dream behind you see Jungsu sitting up on your bed notebook in his lap. Your heart speeds up a bit. Why did you have such a lovey dovey dream about Jungsu? Why did it feel so real?
“Did you have a nice nap?” he playfully asked.
“Sorry, I can’t believe I actually fell asleep. How long was I out?” you say.
“Not long,” Jungsu answers.
“I had a weird dream,” you said.
“Really, about what?” he questioned.
“You and I were married and we ran a stable together,” you laughed lightly. Jungsu tries to contain his expression. You had a dream about yours and his past life together.
“You and I were married? I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough for that or is this your way of asking me out?” Jungsu raised an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks blush just like they did in your dream.
“It was just a dream. I said it was weird-”
“Cause I would like to go out with you,” Jungsu states. He’s been waiting for you for so long. Not nearly as long as you waited for him, but he still spent many years looking for you. That moment he finally found you. Sitting in that classroom looking beautiful as you did back then made Jungsu’s heart race. It was really you. He was finally able to keep his promise. He came back to you.
Your cheeks blush deeper. Transitioning from a shade of pink to red.
“I want to go out with you too,” you admit. Jungsu has never felt happier or maybe he has, but not in this lifetime. Jungsu hobbles over to your side of the bed and pulls you into his embrace. It feels exactly like your dream. Making you question if it was really a dream at all. You don’t really care about that right now as you wrap your arms around Jungsu. This is all that mattered, being with Jungsu. Jungsu moves you both to lie down on your bed, holding you to his chest. You recall the old woman’s words “ You were both still in your twenties when you died, but they waited for you the rest of their life. [...] What’s important is that he’s back now and the two of you can live happily now.” You start to think maybe she wasn’t some crazy old lady. Maybe she knew what she was talking about. She said you and Jungsu can live happily now and if living happily felt anything like your dream with Jungsu then you’d be a fool not to.
Jungsu was relieved to have finally kept his promise to you. It may have taken him more than a lifetime, but he did it. He came back to you just like he promised.
#xdinary heroes#xdh#xdh imagines#xdh x reader#xdinary heroes imagines#xdinary heroes x reader#xh jungsu#xdh jungsu#jungsu x reader#kim jungsu x reader#kim jungsu#jungsu
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Cheater, Cheater
Keys x reader! Based off an idea by @loliakeoghan23
Before the story of Free Guy begins, reports of a hacker stealing user codes pile up to the extent that Antwan enlists Keys to track the culprit down or risk losing his job
TW: Cursing, sexual themes, actual crime
The furious clacking of the keyboard’s tiles echoed around the room as Y/n’s eyes fixated on the screen, finger whirring as she fired repeatedly at the digital avatars.
The Harlequin-style character shot in accordance with each click, sending the surrounding players to the ground.
“You’re pretty good at this,” the chat crackled to life through her headphones as the player count dropped. Y/n rolled her eyes at the condescending tone and flicked down her mic. “I’m no expert,” she replied coquettishly in a sugary voice. “Just playing for fun.”
Clearly it was the right move, as the guy seemed to gain more confidence from her answer. “Your boyfriend help you rack up all those levels, babe? Pretty high score for someone who’s using it for rec.”
Jeez, that was predictable, Y/n smirked, used to the ‘smooth’ lines of Free City’s most frequent players. Judging by his skin and gamer tag, this dude was either some geeky teenager or a thirty-year old who was still dependant on his mother.
Pulling up a sidebar, she started implementing lines of code into the program, mining through the available data as her opponent kept obliviously blabbering on. “I’m just saying, there are hardly any gamer girls that get this far. And the ones who do are like, threes at best.”
Y/n grimaced, stalling long enough for the information to transfer before discreetly moving her character into the enemy’s line of fire, yet not enough so it looked purposeful.
The gun sound effect mixed with the guy’s triumphant exclamation brought her back to the game, where a heavily decorated YOU LOSE floated over the image of her opponent’s avatar dancing idiotically.
“Sorry, baby, tough luck,” he crowed, more focused on collecting the onscreen rewards to realise his entire financial information log had been compromised. “We could do this again sometime, I could give you some pointers?” he added hopefully.
“Thanks, but no,” Y/n sighed, double checking the info transfer before exiting the match. The game disappeared into it’s small window, revealing the clear numbers of every purchase ever made with his account.
Sliding her headphones down around her neck, she started scrolling down each date and timestamp until she got to the core signup information. Free City’s account creator was sketchy from the beginning, with little to no credit security, yet every player needed bank information to join. It was like they were ASKING to get hacked.
“You spend a surprising amount of money on video games for someone with no income, Mr...Brandon,” Y/n mused aloud as she copied each code down and encrypted them. “What would your mother say if she knew you linked her debit card onto your account as well?”
“I really hope you learn your lesson from this, honey” she tsked,
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“Keys, Keylime, K with a capital E, what is up, man?” Antwan called from behind his desk.
Keys hesitated awkwardly as the doors slid closed. “Um. Hi. I heard you wanted to talk about something?”
Antwan hopped up, his jacket swishing as he made his way around the table. “Well, I was just thinking about you, bro! I wanted to see how you were doing, ask how’s the wife, you know,” he shrugged.
“I’m not married?” Keys protested weakly as Antwan wrapped his arm around his shoulder. His boss nodded, clearly not interested.
“Right, right, that’s cool. So I had a little question I wanted to run by you, being the smart little nerd you are.”
He opened his mouth to respond, before Antwan kept on talking.
“I was talking to my dudes in Account Security, that boring stuff, yeah? And usually those meetings are a total snooze. But this week, they had some new stuff to blab about. You got any complaints about bank info being whisked away?”
Keys frowned. “Yeah, uh, we got like four this week. But I checked through the player data base and there’s no record of any breakthroughs.”
“Hmm. See, that’s the fun thing. I know that there’s a hacker, with a cute setup in a dingy basement somewhere, and they’re smart.”
Antwan tapped the side of his head. “But I, my geeky little man, am smarter. Which is why I’m assigning you to finding our fun little thief.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Keys closed his eyes, trying to process what he was saying. “You want me to find a hacker, who could be literally anywhere in the world? Don’t you have a security team for this kinda thing?”
“Aw, bro, those guys are pathetic. Besides, you’re more than capable. Think of it like a mystery, Detective Hair Gel, assigned to you from the King himself.”
“You’re kidding.” Keys deadpanned.
Antwan smiled, pulling Keys along with him to the large windows at the back of the room. “Look out there, bro,” he said seriously, gesturing to the city beneath them. “There are people out there in danger, losing their hard earned money to this secret villain. Don’t you feel the urge to defend your fellow dudes?” he asked seriously.
He turned to stare at Keys, a momentous look on his face. “This mission, if you so choose to accept it, will make you a hero.” Suddenly his whole expression changed. “Besides, if you don’t, I’ll have you fired.”
“Antwan, what-”
“Nice talk, man,” Antwan said nonchalantly, shooing him out. “Good luck on catching the hacker!”
“-but I’m not-” Keys started, before the door slammed in his face. “-going to catch the-damn it.”
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Keys collapsed into his chair, sending it spinning in lazy circles around his cubicle.
Mouser looked up from his own desk, a scrutinising look on his face. “What happened in there, man? You left and came back looking like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
Keys groaned in response. Tilting his head back to the ceiling to avoid Mouser’s inquisitive gaze. “Antwan’s making me track down this prick who’s stealing user codes.”
“Oh, man, that’s awful.” Mouser chuckled.
“Tell me about it,” Keys griped. “My job is riding on tracking down some deadbeat loser.”
Mouser shook his head. “A genius deadbeat loser. I’ve gone through some of the user complaints, and there’s like, nothing there.”
Keys sat up. “So what, I can’t track this guy,” he put down a finger for each point. “We have no idea how he’s managing to get in the accounts,” Another finger. “And finally, my career is on the line if I can’t figure this out.”
He shrugged, exasperated. “I’m screwed.”
“Man, you can do this,” Mouser argued, leaning on the divider between the desks. “Use the MIT smarts.”
Keys glared at him.
“I’m serious! This dude is pretty good at taking advantage of idiots, right? So act like an idiot and pull a full whamo on him”
“So what, you want me to just parade around in hopes that this one specific hacker decides to hack me?”
Mouser shrugged. “Sure. Catch a fly with your web of smarts, I guess.”
“Thanks, man,” Keys sighed.
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Y/n hummed along to the music playing on her speakers, nodding her head to the beat as she swiped through the Free City menus.
“-and the haters’ gonna hate hate hate,” she sang along quietly, clicking on her avatar. The pixelated figure appeared on screen, along with the customisation menu. Scrolling down, she settled on a lower grade cutesy costume, and selected the Online Play option.
Y/n leaned forward in anticipation, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. As the dial up appeared on the screen, she paused her music and lowered her headphones over her ears.
When the game finally kicked in, she immediately noticed the classic “I’m-an-angsty-teenage-boy” combo, and sighed in disappointment. Easy marks, with next to no security whatsoever. Sad.
She barely had to do anything, letting the appearance of her character do most of the work as the players shot and fired in accordance.
As she entered in the code, her phone rang, loudly blaring from beside her. “Shit!” she muttered, scrambling to shut it down, quickly entering the last line of numbers before quickly exiting the lobby.
Pressing the button on the screen, she exhaled, letting some of the tension roll off her. Putting the phone on silent, Y/n pulled her headphones back on and reentered the game.
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From across the city, Keys sat forward, startled by a security error in the mainframe. A small mistake, only a couple letters misspelled, gave him a pinpoint of someone entering through a backdoor.
“Bingo,” he grinned, typing in the error location.
His avatar appeared onscreen, in his default customisation, as he entered the lobby address into the game bar.
He inhaled deeply as the screen displayed the loading symbol, plugging in his earphones and focusing on the screen.
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mister-mk86 has joined the lobby
The words popped up at the top of the screen, momentarily distracting Y/n from the current menus in her inventory.
She scanned over the player bio, looking for any irregularities that could equal a bot or scammer. Coming up with nothing, she exited the profile and focused on the game.
new message from mistermk86
Y/n groaned. Predictable, really. The lobby had gone down to significantly less players, all newbies or bots at this point. She clicked on the message.
Hey
“Wow. How eloquent.” Y/n scoffed, pulling up her keyboard.
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Keys stared at his screen, watching the typing indicators in the message board.
rebelfan is typing...
Hi there
He smirked, quickly typing a response.
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mistermk86 private match?
She rolled her eyes, but clicked on the invitation.
The icon over her character appeared, showing the game type and weapons menu. Navigating it easily, she selected her defaults and began playing.
Part 2----> Coming soon
#keys x reader#free guy joe keery#free guy#joe keery free guy#joe keery x reader#free guy x reader#walter key#keys mckey#keys mckey x reader#x reader#fic#x reader fic
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alright, TCU scenes in no particular order, but they’re all meant to communicate something about the humanity of the characters involved in relation to the act of creation and the appreciation of beauty or smthn idk-
Antarctic Empire has a very early scene in which we are shown Techno in his cell beneath the Pit, painstakingly enchanting his flimsy armor with scraps of stolen lapis and a pen he’s carved from a bone he took as a ‘trophy.’ This is juxtaposed with Phil’s introduction scene immediately prior, in which he is disguised as a young nobleman and is stealing things from partygoers while watching the fights. It’s revealed that he’s used the things he stole to enchant something to crack the spells on Techno’s cell. These scenes are used to show us that, while they may seem disparate, these two are actually extremely similar in skill set.
At the end of AE we get a similar scene to the one I just described: Phil darts his way through the camp before the final battle, grabbing supplies and food, only to join Techno in his tent and help him enchant their armor. The two sequences are shot nearly identically.
Somewhere in the retirement arc we have an entire sequence where Techno is embroidering and enchanting his cape using blaze powder, showing a clear connection between certain magical components and their effects.
Phil’s crows are at first assumed to be normal nonsentient animals, but there are plot beats (assumed to be plot holes) in AE that only make sense on a rewatch after Covenant’s reveal that they, similarly to Phil, are conduits of Death and capable of communication crime and conspiracy. Specifically, Phil knows where an ambush will be that Techno doesn’t expect while their relationship is still really rocky, techno ignores his advice, and Phil has to haul tail to save him.
We see Techno crafting the emerald earrings in an end-credits scene in AE. It’s a few long continuous shots and a lot of close-ups that obscure what he’s working on. He’s singing to himself as well. Considering the end of the film moments prior was The Throne Scene with the coronation (Kinda dark, violence was involved) it’s a an odd tonal shift. Phil calls to him from the other room, saying they’re gonna be ‘late for petitioner’s hour’ and Techno jokes that ‘he’s the emperor, he can cancel petitioner hour if he pleases’ but he drops his work and leaves, grabbing the crown as he goes. We get one last shot of the unfinished earrings before cut-to-black.
During Pogtopia, we have a long scene where Tommy and Tubbo (after the execution, before the Pit) are shaken and trying to rest in Tommy’s room. There’s no dialogue. They’re sitting on Tommy’s cot, slightly leaning on one another, in dead empty silence. Tubbo is shaking slightly. Without warning, Tommy’s patience clearly runs out and he gets up, puts a song on his record player, and pulls Tubbo into a dance. (I’m thinking something kinda jazzy and tinny? An old recording, like Beyond the Sea.) They manage a few shaky turns before Tubbo’s iron facade cracks and they both burst into tears, holding one another. We rotate to see that Tommy’s face is burning with fury. The Pit immediately follows this.
Tubbo, Ranboo, Tommy, Techno, Phil, Niki, Puffy, and Jack are all shown in various background scenes in the first trilogy to know how to knit, sew, weave, and/or crochet. In fact, the only character who cannot and is never shown trying to learn to work a fiber craft is Icarus Craft. The irony is rather obvious.
Phil has a medieval architect setup in his basement with a classic plaster drawing table (this is how the cathedrals were planned. The architect would pour plaster into a very thin layer on a tabletop, let it dry, and then use heavy metal compasses and tools to make thin precise lines in the plaster for their designs. They’d then fill the lines with charcoal or graphite and transfer the designs from there so the masons could access them easily) we see him using it once or twice, and at some point near the end of the whole series we see him teaching Tubbo how to use it.
Tommy picks flowers while out on a scouting mission with Techno (post- Welcome Home, Theseus) he’s carrying them in the bg for most of the scene and we see them in a jar on the kitchen table after Tommy’s betrayal.
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I’ve probably said this before, I don’t recall but whilst looking through my grade 5-6 sketchbooks, I actually used to make Odile a self-insert in the earlier stages of making her, and OC x Canon with Peepers because I loved peepers so much at the time 💀
I don’t now cause’ it’s not me but I did have a story of their “love.”
If I kept the OC x Canon thing, their story would begin with Odile and Peepers already having pursed a relationship on Homeworld before Peepers was slowly falling into Villainy with Hater. For context, Hater’s species had worked with the Watchdogs for quite some time, having some history together as one strong bond in arts of conquering. Odile and Peepers were like an ordinary couple that met through Peepers being a family friend as they both come from governmental backgrounds. However, when Peepers met Hater and developed a friendship over time, it begins to disrupt the romance Odile built in her head until Peepers comes to the conclusion of wanting to properly end things with her, yet she begs him to stay as she was afraid of what could happen to him out in the galaxy. For a time, Peepers gives into her which doesn’t last long, and Odile leaves him. This action only drove Peepers down the path he took, eventually forgetting about Odile.
When the story shifts into the AU, Peepers ends up meeting her again when he introduced female watchdogs into the empire, not recognizing her. While the story goes on, Odile still being upset, she begins dropping hints of her identity and transferred into administration as a way to get to Peepers, this process took years until she finally achieved the role of a secretary and partially works alongside Peepers, seeing it as a chance to get him back for what he did so many years ago. 💀💀💀💀
Odile then begins trying to sabotage him and his career while he is beginning to catch on.
Funny story about this old idea
I went to see a Swan Lake performance in Russia by the Bolshoi, around 2018 when I was visiting family (I’m Russian-Canadian) and I ended up watching Wander Over Yonder on my little CD player with my mom’s coat covering me so the light wouldn’t disturb anyone, but that didn’t last long when she got mad at me, making me sit through the entire ballet. It was Act II.
I thought it fit perfectly as this scene was about the prince meeting the swan, but instead, I interpreted the ballet mime with creating a story for my OC x Canon thing.
Where it’s Peepers and Odile meeting and eventually grow into pursuing a relationship, it’s all good until one day [1:53 video 💀], peepers announced he is going to serve the empire as Odile tries to grasp around the fact, and begins to reason with him, like she’s saying, “You, a commander? Please.. Why can’t you see what could happen to you. I don’t think you should listen to that skeletal.” As peepers listens to her and gives in for a time, however his companionship with Hater soon disturbs the relationship, Odile wants to keep Peepers away from him and later tries to send letters of threats against him to “save” Peepers but fails. Eventually, it crumbles apart and she leaves.
I also named Odile after this ballet. “Odile has deceived him.”
In My fanfic, there’s a few references to the ballet as way of crediting it. I Just need to finish rewriting it.
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Comics this week ?
Batman #137 - Jimenez art is carrying this hard. If he wasn't drawing this I would skip it. Bruce's actions make sense given what Zdarsky has been doing with him, but the rest of the Batfamily are morons.
Steelworks #4 - Superbooks don't get enough credit for how well they're handling interconnectivity right now. Genesis pops back up here and is relevant to the plot, but it's handled in a way that is surprisingly organic. Dorn has shown improvement with each issue, DC should give him another book after this if he's interested.
Superboy: Man of Tomorrow #5 - Trav is my favorite new villain for Conner in ages. Such a delightful little sociopath, and this issue was extremely 90s in an entertaining way when it comes to the fight scenes. Conner using his TTK to deflect Trav's blasts, ripping off Trav's arm (it's not something Clark would ever do but that's why I liked it!), Trav rigging his own arm to blow, then transferring his consciousness into the Kryptonian clone body was great. One more issue to go!
The Riddler: Year One #6 - Great ending to a great mini. Makes me want to rewatch The Batman.
Birds of Prey #1 - Solid first issue, but it didn't wow me. Normally I'd keep reading through the first arc, but I have to cut back so this gets dropped.
Fire & Ice #1 - Beautiful art, decent comedy book. But again, I gotta cut back so I'll drop this.
Blue Beetle #1 - Mandatory to read Graduation Day if you want to read this, but the quality is at the same level as the mini so that’s not a problem for me! Bummer that the movie wasn’t a bigger success so we could hopefully get a longer run. I liked seeing old Ted foes show up, I’m curious if they’ll be bringing in Jenny Kord from the movie here too since they already moved Jaime and his cast to Palmera City.
City Boy #4 - Pak played up Cameron's moral grayness, and this is the issue that focuses on that. He's practically a supervillain in how he enslaves Bludhaven to attack Nightwing, with the only saving grace being that he was trying to do right by someone else. That, and I couldn't help feeling bad for him when he saw that his mom ditched him because she didn't want him. Heavy stuff, hope the Swamp Thing showing up is Levi. He had family issues too, I bet he and City Boy could have a good back and forth about dealing with your parents.
Immortal X-Men #15 - Even Gillen is starting to decline in enjoyment for me at this point. Still I think end is in sight for this book, and I want to see what the plan is for Xavier since he’s going to get off his ass at some point.
Fantastic Four #11 - Everlovin’ Thing indeed. Nice to see Ben be the one using his brains to get the F4 out of a trap.
Dr. Strange #7 - Strange has always been his own worse enemy, making that literally true has been quite exciting. Kind of funny how much Marvel touts that they’ve never rebooted and everything is canon when they still pick and choose what to acknowledge. Feels odd to not bring up the OTHER time Strange destroyed himself out of desperation to achieve his goal, during Hickman’s New Avengers run.
Scarlet Witch #8 - Winning a duel of words with Loki? Hopefully the Wanda fans will take that feat as much cooler than a magic contest. Oh and Joseph is being used as a pawn again, since they beta you over the head with that this issue I’m sure no one is surprised. I am looking forward to how the fight with Hexfinder goes. Wanda could use a good rival and she shows potential.
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Avatar
“Avatar” was a fun time, even on a smaller screen, and seems unfairly criticized in some aspects and justifiably criticized in other aspects.
Jake Sully is a former Marine who has lost the ability to use his legs. In the year 2154, the technology to restore his limbs is available, but not with the money made by a veteran. After the death of his twin brother, Jake is offered to take his place on the Avatar project. The project would allow Jake to transfer his consciousness into the lab-grown body of a Na’vi. The reason Jake was chosen is because he shares the same genome as his brother and the Avatar would only work with him. Now, Jake must learn about the Na’vi culture to help the military mine the lucrative Unobtanium from their Hometree.
Just a quick thing before getting in the review; I watched the Extended Edition for this review. I’ve never seen the movie prior to that, so the Extended Edition, and the post-watch research I did, are all that I have to go by. With that out of the way, here’s my review. I had a great time with this film. The visuals were spectacular and I only wish I would’ve gone out to see the re-release in theaters that happened a couple of months ago. This is definitely a theater-experience movie. The reason I didn’t watch it back in 2009 was because I was 11 years old and I was rewatching “Coraline” in 3D in theaters for the third time. There were some criticisms of the story ripping off from other stories like “Pocahontas” and “Fern Gully’. The last time I watched “Pocahontas” was in early elementary school and I never watched “Fern Gully”, so the comparisons didn’t stick out to me immediately. Still, I don’t think it’s a fair criticism because most movies borrow from others and add minor tweaks. There is no such thing as complete originality. It’s crazy to think Quentin Tarantino movies get praised for being remixes of his influence, but this movie gets criticized for it. I do think the ‘white savior’ criticisms are valid. I’m not in a position to weigh in on the discussion, but I do acknowledge that it’s a problem in Hollywood. Still, the movie’s main draw isn’t the story, it’s the visuals. It does a damn good job of transporting you into a whole new world. Granted, I did have minor nitpicks about it. For starters, every creature felt like an ‘alienified’ version of an animal we have here on Earth. Second, it felt like the animals were made to be spectacles, rather than functional. It sort of takes me out of the movie when I’m thinking about how all these animals evolved to have some sort of biological neural link. There’s also this flying amphibian thing that rotates like a helicopter and I couldn’t help but think how disadvantageous it would’ve been for this creature to evolve with that trait. Another tiny nitpick I had was when Jake Sully has to fend for himself overnight and he makes a torch by dipping a stick in some sort of liquid. I don’t know how he knew that the goop was flammable, but I guess it doesn’t matter all too much. I thought a lot of the characters were one-dimensional, especially the villains. Sam Worthington’s Jake Sully was serviceable, but his bad acting really stood out next to Zoe Saldana’s brilliant performance as Neytiri. Usually, I’m critical of movies that go on for too long, but I didn’t feel the long runtime with this movie. The pacing felt great and everything scene seemed important to the overall story. I think the great script is to thank here and it’s impressive that James Cameron is the only writing credit. All in all, I can see why this movie was the number one highest-grossing film for the longest time. It’s not the most perfect movie, but it smartly marketed itself as the ultimate theater-going experience. It has amazing visuals, high-stakes set pieces, and genuinely makes you feel like you’ve been transported to another world. It’s crowd-pleasing and it's super fun if you don’t think too hard about it, which is easy to do with the visuals stealing so much of your focus. I will not make the same mistake of not watching the sequel in the theaters. I’ve already got my tickets to watch it in Dolby Cinema 3D and I cannot wait.
★★★★
Watched on December 30th, 2022
#Avatar#December#2009#Action#Science Fiction#Fantasy#Adventure#Mystery#PG-13#James Cameron#December 2022#4 stars
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Fucking hell, but the end may be in sight.
Called up JP Morgan Chase Investments to check on the status of the transfer two days ago and was informed the tax had been split in two by their machine, but the reviewed and accepted the paperwork. Called them up today and, you guessed it, more issues.
So now the issue is with my credit union. You see my credit union in the US changed their name back in 2021. Why? Fuck if I know, they had had the same name for 85 years before that. But they changed their name last year, and now it’s causing issues.
Nothing else got changed, mind you. All the account numbers are the same, all the accounts are the same, it’s just the name changed.
But the voided check I sent had the old name, and the credit union has a different name, so I have to send a letter to JP Morgan Chase Investments via fax tomorrow morning explaining the name changed that happened a year ago, and that the reason my checks have the old name is because I never ordered new checks. Because who the fuck uses checks these days? Even when I lived in the US I almost never used checks.
The only time I used checks in the US was because my landlord didn’t have an online payment portal for a year. Then I moved and everything was digital after that. So I still have my original box of checks from when I opened my account well over a decade ago. Because I used exactly twelve of them, and no more.
This is also making me nervous because my credit union is rather... flaky is a polite way of putting it. It’s a small town credit union, and it employs idiots. I really wanted to avoid having to use them to transfer funds, or do anything money related. The only reason my account is still open is because I have a safety deposit box with them that has some books that were too heavy to bring with me when I moved to Japan. I honestly fully intended to get the books and close everything a few years back, but, well, plague happened and it’s put off my plans a bit.
I once went in person four separate times to make sure they knew I was traveling out of state for Christmas to visit my grandfather, and to not flag my card as stolen. Because it wasn’t stolen, it was me using it out of state (I rarely left the state, so it would be unusual activity). They said they understood, and it wouldn’t be an issue.
I traveled down to see my grandfather without issue. I did shopping in the city where my grandfather lived without issue. And then I drove back home.
My card got flagged when I was getting gas traveling back home and got turned off. Thankfully I also had a credit card, so I wasn’t in trouble, but it was annoying. And when I got back and asked what the hell happened, do you know what I was told?
I had told them I was traveling for Christmas. I drove back on the 27th, which is after Christmas. So they didn’t think it was me and the card got flagged.
It didn’t occur to anyone once that people don’t travel on Christmas day, and that my grandfather lived a two day drive away so of course if I was there for Christmas I would be traveling back after. Not a single person thought it was unusual. They thought I was in the wrong.
They’re a good credit union for someone living in that small town, but oof are they not designed to think outside of a tiny box. So hopefully money getting transferred into the account won’t send red sirens going off and cause problems. It shouldn’t, the benefits from the VA didn’t, so hopefully this doesn’t either. But you never know.
It doesn’t help that I don’t know how much I inherited either. JP Morgan Chase Investments can’t tell me that unless I have multiple witnesses and a notary on paperwork, which I didn’t have when I went to the consulate in Osaka. So just a notary was required to get the money, it’s witnesses that were necessary to know how much I’m getting.
I wish I was making that last part up. I honestly have no clue. If I suddenly become a millionaire or something next week, well, I need to hire an accountant to do my taxes because that sounds like a pain beyond my regular taxes (in both Japan and the US, double ouch), and I’m buying potato chips to be imported from the US. And a spinning wheel. And wondering where the fuck my grandfather got all that money, and if he was wanted for a bank job that he pulled off at some point.
It would be kinda fun to find out that my grandfather pulled off a bank job and hid the cash for a few decades. I think I’m getting a thousand dollars or so. That won’t even cover a round trip economy flight to the US, but it will help go toward one so I can visit home again one day.
#JP Morgan Chase Investments#no I don't understand any of this#but I like to think my grandfather was a bank robber at some point#that would amuse me
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dec 2022 update!
happy new year! this is going to be long and hopefully none of this is too much information to share but i also don’t care. anyways, i think i’m finally sorting everything out after these fuzzy couple of months. i went from being unsure on how to achieve my goals and feeling so discouraged after having my entire life plan stripped away… to rerouting everything i have ever known. but it’ll be fine because i’ll still be able to achieve my dreams and goals, regardless. here are my updates since december 2022!
1. made the decision that i am testing out of high school to graduate early this spring! i also start on campus community college this january to start my general education credits and finish sooner (also saving some money of course), then transfer into a uc. this is a very drastic change from the entire 21c situation but aw come on… if the traditional standard high school to college route doesn’t work for me, then there’s always other ways!
2. i’m finally getting my own bedroom! i’ve shared one with my younger sister for so long; however, i actually do enjoy sharing with her so i’m pretty upset to not share a room with her anymore. on the bright side though: more space, can decorate it as a desire and i can play my guitar and music as loud as i want :’)
3. i got my first job and a plus since it’s at a boba shop. i can finally live 2018 lynn’s boba shop dreams <3 (tbh i’m just finishing all my little side quests at this point, but hey i want to do what makes me happy so it’s okay)
4. got a new electric guitar! AND it’s a fender (the player series, still good regardless) but oh my god.. huge upgrade from my old electric guitar from the swap meet…
5. saw darlene this winter break! she stayed with our family for like two days in our hotel.. i miss her so much. it was super fun too. we skated, hung out, ate, shopped, stayed up.. i cannot wait to see her again!
6. finally passed my permit test at 16 years old and 11 months... LOL. i definitely do not want to talk about it! but a lot of medical reasons was holding me back from being able to drive but whatever we have (sort of) moved past that. now i estimate around august ish i can get my license hmm.
currently consuming in media… singles inferno s2, yerin baek’s FRANK, valorant, cult’s static, operation: true love, seasons of blossom & reads on the educational system and societal standards.
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I Can’t Do This On My Own
“Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
'Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I'm on."
June 30th, 2018, at around 4-5 in the afternoon I was in a car accident that changed me. Every struggle that comes my way, I end up thinking “it’s because of that stupid accident”. My family was at my Nana’s house enjoying the pool for 4th of July. I had left early with my two younger sisters, Katrina and Madison, with everyone else just a 10-minute drive away. My sisters at the time were ages 12 and 10, and I forget what song was on, but it got us talking about prayer. I was asking the girls if they pray besides at church and I told them how I like to write some of my prayers in a journal, like letters. I was explaining how it doesn’t have to be anything extravagant, God just wants to hear from them.
Next thing I know the car is being flipped. A 16-year-old ran a stop sign in a large work van near my house and came full speed into my car. If I had been going any faster my 10-year old sister, Madison, might have been drastically hurt. Some people say it is impossible that my car flipped, and Madison and I only got scratches as our external injuries, but I remember seeing the grass above me. My car ended up just off the road in the field, right side up and totaled. Luckily, there was a man who saw the whole encounter and stopped to help me. The man instantly made sure I could get out and move without injury. He called 9-1-1 as I tried to talk to my sisters to see if they could move. I got Madison out; she was just scared. Katrina couldn’t move though without it hurting, and that’s when I broke down. The man (I never got his name) went to check on the others as their van was on its side, and he came back quickly seeing as they were without injury. Knowing that didn’t make me feel any better.
I called my parents who got there as soon as they could; and the fire police and EMTs got there soon after. Katrina had been cut out of her seatbelt to which they realized was the reason for her injury. In the ambulance ride we were told because she wasn’t seated fully upright, that the belt cut into her spleen and a bruised pancreas. We were all at the E.R. until about 6am doing different tests (and also waiting to be seen). Katrina went right away, but Madison and I had to wait. I kept taking selfies with Madison, telling her how cute her scars were and soon she believed it herself. Katrina got transferred to a larger hospital for a whole week of treatments and recovery.
2018 was during that time that I was still not going to my home church, but I had started going to this new church, Asbury UMC. During the Sunday of my car accident, it was a transition from one pastor to another at Asbury. While in the hospital that night both pastors came to see us. During the following week when Katrina was in Cooper, I was fired from a very toxic work environment where I had dedicated 6 years. I remember after being fired thinking “why didn’t I die”. I had to used up the balance of different credit cards to get a new car, and in that moment, I wanted to take it and go drive into a tree. You work so hard, you try to always do the right thing, and yet there will always be a child running a stop sign or an arrogant perverted boss. Sometimes, we don’t see God’s works until much later on. Well, I didn’t get in my car, I called my pastor from Asbury. He helped me calm down enough until I was able to drive to a friend’s house.
Since my car accident, we’ve noticed I’m not normal. My doctor used to say it was just “stress from losing a job”, then “anxiety from working the midnight shift at wawa”. I knew something was off because I would black out and not remember things, and (this is embarrassing) would black out and come out of it wet. I’ve been driving having these black outs before, and it’s interesting that my brain knows how to still function. Like, I was able to stay on the road, within the lines, at the speed limit, etc. So, what was it? I am diagnosed with a form of epilepsy. There is scarring on my left temporal lobe. It also effects my memory, so you may hear me say to you “I don’t know if I’ve told you this but”. I am on medication now. My neurologist said I will always live with the twitching and the chronic migraines, which isn’t fun.
We can’t do it on our own, we need God, we need fellow believers, we need our family. This post came to me last night as I was alone in my room, the weekends are boring on campus, I wish I could just drive home. The library closed at 4pm and so I just went back to my dorm to study. My mind drifted to how I miss home, but none of them probably miss me. Just nothing but intrusive thoughts that didn’t belong. I just had to say, “Lord, I need you”.
“Lord I come, I confess
Bowing here I find my rest
Without You I fall apart
You're the one that guides my heart
Lord, I need You, oh I need You
Every hour I need You
My one defense, my righteousness
Oh God, how I need You”
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Georgia high school football star’s girlfriend speaks out about harrowing shooting on couple’s date night
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Georgia high school football star’s girlfriend speaks out about harrowing shooting on couple’s date night
EXCLUSIVE — The longtime girlfriend of a Georgia high school football star gunned down in a mall lot by a Dave & Buster’s recalled the harrowing shooting during the couple’s date night — and her decision to forgive the two teen suspects apprehended in South Carolina — during an interview with Fox News Digital.
Elijah DeWitt, an 18-year-old wide receiver nicknamed “Eazy E” by NFL legend Cam Newton himself, suffered fatal gunshot wounds in the parking lot of the Sugarloaf Mills Mall in Lawrenceville, Georgia, on Oct. 5.
His girlfriend of nearly five years, Bailey Reidling, recalled that they had gone to Dave & Buster’s for what amounted to a double date night of games with some friends. She said DeWitt kissed her on her forehead and slipped her his credit card to go get food before she and another friend, Angel, went to the bathroom.
She came out looking for her boyfriend, thinking that he and another friend, Oscar, were getting tickets or playing foosball but realized they were outside and suddenly saw “everything’s red.”
MOTIVE UNKNOWN IN MURDER OF GEORGIA FOOTBALL STAR SHOT AT MALL; TEEN SUSPECTS EXTRADITED FROM SOUTH CAROLINA
“I run over to Elijah, and he’s on the ground, and I go right over to him, and he mouths to me — the last word he said to me was ‘help,’” Reidling told Fox News Digital. “You’re screaming in the moment because you’re in shock. So, it’s like a scream that you don’t try to do, it’s just coming out. I checked his pulse, and I got freaked out because there is nothing going on there. Some sweet lady came around the corner and said, ‘Baby, he just got shot. Calm down. We called 911. They’re already on their way.’”
Two days later, Gwinnett County police announced the arrests of two suspects: Kemare Bryan, 18, and Chandler Richardson, 19, both from Lawrenceville and ultimately apprehended in South Carolina.
Both Bryan and Richardson are facing charges of felony murder, malice murder, aggravated assault and possession of a firearm during the commission of certain felonies in connection with the murder of DeWitt.
The two teens are set to be extradited to Gwinnett County this week as funeral preparations are underway to honor DeWitt on Wednesday. No motive has been announced.
Despite the heartbreak, Reidling said, like DeWitt’s family, she’s chosen to forgive the suspects, saying, “This is not the only crime, it is everywhere.”
“Just like his dad said, you don’t really know. You don’t know how those kids were raised — you know, what they were going through,” Reidling told Fox News Digital. “It’s not right. It never will be right. But you know, Elijah, this is not the only crime, this is everywhere. And it’s horrible.”
“Elijah would forgive them, which seems like he wouldn’t, you know, if you’re one of those guy friends or if you see him on the field, he’s a scary player, but he would have forgave them. I’m going to,” she said. “There’s something in my heart telling me to. I haven’t got any hatred towards them. Anger? Yes.”
“I genuinely think he’s at peace now,” Reidling added. “And I think that’s what … made me so calm is that he’s at peace. So, I guess that brings me peace.”
DeWitt and Reidling attended Jefferson High School together for one year while he was a freshman, and she was already a senior. A competitive cheerleader all her life, Reidling said, “I did get to cheer on the sidelines for him for one year.” But she later went off to Georgia Southern University for two years before transferring to the University of North Georgia and getting an apartment in Athens so that she could be closer to DeWitt for his senior year of high school.
She had the opportunity to travel with him to South Carolina, North Carolina and Washington, D.C., when DeWitt played on a seven-on-seven team and garnered recognition from Newton.
“Elijah learned a lot from Cam and, you know, Cam would talk to me, and no matter what people think of Cam in the media and stuff, I mean, he just wants the best for the kids. And he made a nickname for Elijah — Eazy E because he said Elijah is just laid back out there and doesn’t really talk that much, but he takes care of business,” Reidling recalled. “He actually had a visit to Georgia UGA. … He would 100% have gone to college, and everybody said, ‘You know, that kid’s going to make it in the NFL.’”
Reidling said, as far as she’d heard from friends, DeWitt met the two suspects just a few days earlier at the same Dave & Buster’s. She said she dropped her boyfriend and friends off that Sunday but left to complete a college math quiz, pulling into a nearby McDonald’s to use the WiFi.
During that time frame, she said that she heard secondhand that DeWitt was approached by the suspects asking if he smoked or had any weed to sell to them. Beyond that, Reidling said she doesn’t know how the suspects knew they were at Dave & Buster’s days later and that investigators were looking through their cellphones.
“I don’t wish this whole scenario upon anyone. I’m like, ‘Damn, could [you all] not have like fought him outside of Dave & Buster’s?’” she said.
On Friday, Gwinnett County police said, “Detectives are still working to investigate the motive behind this incident, it appears that the suspects and the victim were familiar with each other and when they encountered each other in the parking lot, an altercation took place and then the shooting.”
“While investigators do have some information about what caused the shooting, it will likely not be released to protect the integrity of the prosecution,” a Gwinnett County police spokesperson told Fox News Digital on Tuesday. “I don’t have any information on prior criminal records.”
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“He was an athlete at heart. But I don’t … want people to remember Elijah just as that,” Reidling said. “I just want everyone really to know how much of a light he was. And when he walked in a room, he didn’t even have to say anything. But he was just … already an angel before he was actually an angel. And I love that. What me and Oscar and Angel had to see on that Wednesday night, I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, not even the people that killed him.”
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@xoxogamergirlxoxo “Hi! Do you still do request for Beck? Because I can’t stop thinking about y/n passing out during class and boyfriend Beck freaking out. When y/n finally wakes up he takes her home and they cuddle :) If you still do requests for Beck could you make this into a imagine? Would love it”
description: when she faints in the middle of class, her boyfriend comes to learn the truth about how much she has on her plate
pairing: beck oliver x female!reader
warnings: swearing
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Cat raced into the classroom, doubling over to catch her breath after running from one end of school to the other. Beck looked at his friend in confusion, trying not to break character but it was hard when your bubbly red-headed friend bursts into the classroom out of nowhere.
“Beck!” she suddenly exclaimed, racing to the stage and taking hold of Beck’s arm. “You gotta come with me, it’s important!”
“Cat, I’m kinda in the middle of something here,” Beck said, motioning to the scene he was performing for Sikowitz. “This is my final, I need to finish it - ”
“It’s (Y/N). She passed out during class, she’s in the nurses office right now.”
Beck didn’t even look to Sikowitz for permission, he immediately dashed out the door, following closely on Cat’s tail.
When he entered the nurses office, he could see (Y/N) laid down with an ice pack over her head. Her eyes were still closed and her skin was so pale she was nearly translucent. Beck tried to go back to her, but was stopped by the school nurse.
“Can I please see (Y/N)?” he asked her. “Or at least know she’s okay?”
“She’s okay, she just needs to rest,” the nurse told him. “I think her fainting spell has to do with over stress and malnutrition.”
Beck looked at the nurse in confusion. “Stress? Malnutrition? That makes no sense.”
Cat suddenly gasped beside Beck and covered her mouth. Beck turned to look at her. “What do you know, Cat?”
“She made me promise I wouldn’t tell anyone!” Cat responded. Both Beck and the nurse gave her a look. “But this is a serious topic so I’ll tell you: she took 10 classes this year.”
Beck’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?! How is that possible? How does she have the time with lunch in the middle?” Cat looked down at her feet. “Cat, is she eating lunch?”
“She told me she eats between classes!” Cat said. “I’m sorry, Beck, I promised.”
Beck sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He turned back to the nurse. “Can I stay with her?”
“Of course,” the nurse responded. “But she needs to rest, let her sleep for a while.”
Beck nodded. He pulled up a chair next to (Y/N)’s bed and took her hand in his. (Y/N) stirred a moment, but didn’t wake.
Beck sat with her for about an hour. In that time, Tori stopped by the nurse’s office to give Beck food for himself and for (Y/N) for when she woke up. She didn’t stay for long, but Beck could see the brief flash of sympathy in her eyes before she left.
He was starting to nod off himself when he heard the sound of the paper on the cot rustling, indicating that (Y/N) was moving. Beck sat up as (Y/N)’s hands moved to her face to sleepily rub her eyes.
“God, my head hurts,” was the first thing she said when she became fully conscious again.
Beck couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Well, you did faint and hit your head.”
(Y/N) looked at him in shock. “I fainted?”
“You don’t remember?”
“The last thing I remember is being in class with Cat...how long have I been out?”
“About an hour.”
(Y/N) cringed at this. Beck took her hand in his again, bringing her attention back to him. “(Y/N), why didn’t you tell me about all the classes you were taking?”
Her eyes widened in shock then. “Cat told you? I told her - ”
“Why would you keep that a secret?” Beck cut her off. “Babe, the nurse said you’re malnutritional, that’s why you passed out. Don’t you know that’s dangerous?”
Tears started filling (Y/N)’s eyes. She quickly buried her head in her hands, trying desperately to wipe the tears before they fell down her face. Beck got up from his chair and moved to sit next to her on the bed. “Don’t cry, baby.”
“I’m so sorry, Beck,” she said through sobs. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just...I didn’t want to worry you.”
“And you thought passing out during class was the best way to do that?”
(Y/N) managed to give Beck a playful glare through her tears. “Obviously not. I thought I had everything taken care of. I was on top of my school work, I was eating fine between classes. Some classes even let out early during your lunch period and I was able to actually eat with you and the gang.”
The times (Y/N) had shown up near the end of lunch and said she got stuck with a project or in detention or any number of excuses flashed through Beck’s mind. He had always believed her, now he felt silly for doing so.
“Why are you taking so many classes?” he asked her. “That has to give you such little time to do anything else in the day.”
“It does,” she admitted. “But...I have to. The school I transferred from apparently ‘lost’ my transcript, so I’m missing a whole bunch of credits in order to pass.”
“What? How is that possible?”
(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t know! Principal Helen called me in before school let out for the summer and told me that there was no record of all my former credits because my old school failed to send them over. She called them in front of me and told me they lost the records, so there’s nothing official saying I did all those classes. Helen told me that, because it’s so many credits, there’s no way I’d be graduating with you guys, unless I tried to make up for them all and also took the classes I needed this year. Guess which option I took.”
Beck cupped (Y/N)’s face in his. “Baby, you don’t have to work yourself to death. You could do summer school, and then you’d still be walking with us at graduation in September.”
(Y/N) shook her head. “I have to work over the summer, I can’t afford college if I don’t.”
“You can’t afford to stop eating and stress yourself to death either.”
(Y/N) felt the tears pricking her eyes yet again and quickly wiped them away. “I don’t want to be held back, Beck. I wanna graduate with you guys.”
“And you will! Just let us help you, let me help you. You don’t have to do this alone, baby.”
(Y/N) smiled and slowly sat up. Beck helped her, making sure she was stable enough and wouldn’t fall over or pass out again. When she was sure she was alright, (Y/N) cupped Beck’s face and pulled him for a sweet kiss. He smiled and kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
“I love you so much,” he told her, pulling her in to rest her head on his chest. “Please, tell me about these things in the future. I was so scared today.”
“I’m sorry, Beck,” she mumbled into his chest. “I promise I’ll talk to you in the future. I’ll take better care of myself, baby.”
“That’s all I ask. I want to have you for the rest of my life.”
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Already Gone
**gif not mine, credit to the owner below!!**
Oh hohohohoho besties. You are in for it on this one. The other night I had an idea that popped into my head and to say I got carried away with it would be a gross understatement. This is the first time I've written smut in forever so bear with me as I get back in to it. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, please feel free to send feedback!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 5.3k (oops)
Warnings: Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), language, ANGST (holy shit is there angst), fingering, unprotected sex (please be smarter than these two), infidelity, and I think that's about it? Please let me know if I left something off.
A/N: Thanks to my sweet, sweet friend who read through this for me and helped me fix a few things. Also I take the, MINORS DNI, warning very seriously, so please only interact if you are of age. Please have your age in your bio so I can confirm. By clicking "read more" you agree to this. I really don't want to have to block people.
The cacophonous trill of shattering glass erupted through the space. Raised voices, thick with rage, echoed off the walls. It was difficult to tell which words were coming from which mouth, the both of you overlapping as you spewed out hatred toward one another.
“What in God’s name is going on here?!” Steve shouted as he entered the room, coming back from a late night run at the most inopportune time.
“Stay the fuck out of it!” Your two voices shrilled together as you both pointed toward Steve.
You could feel your chest heaving and it almost felt as though you were foaming at the mouth. Rage was completely consuming every crevice of your body and spilling out into your actions and your words. You turned back to the object of your aggression and watched as he ran a hand through his hair and turned to walk away from you.
“You’re nothing but a coward, James Barnes. A goddamn selfish, son-of-a-bitch, coward!” You screamed with every ounce of energy you had left in your body.
The two of you had some knock-down drag-outs in your past, but it was nothing compared to this. Months of pent up feelings, insecurities, jealousies, and secrets were all coming to a head at this very moment. The last few months the two of you had been incredibly short with one another - a stark contrast from your usual loving tone. Passionate kisses became brief pecks to the cheek, midnight roaming hands became backs set to one another, and ‘i love you’s’ felt more like a habit than a genuine feeling. In your heart you feared it would come to this one day. No matter how hard you tried, how much you wanted to, you were never going to be able to fix what had been done to the man you loved. There was no amount of love in the world that could reverse the tragedy of the Winter Soldier - at least that’s what you were convinced of now.
The man in front of you turned and strode across the room, minimizing the space between the two of you. His metal hand in a fist as he brought it up to jab a finger into the middle of your chest. Pupils were blown wide, what was once a lustful look was now filled with only pure anger. As he opened his mouth to speak, spit flew into your face.
“And you are a self-righteous, ignorant, self-important bitch!”
As your eyes raked over the contorted facial features of the man standing in front of you, you realized you couldn’t recognize them. The man standing in front of you was not Bucky. It was not the man who twirled a strand of your hair when he sat with his arm behind your chair, not the man who pulled over the car to help a turtle cross the road, and definitely not the man who held you in his arms as he cried after a nightmare. The man standing in front of you was a frightening enigma of hatred and rage. This was not your Bucky. In fact, you were almost certain you lost your Bucky months ago.
* * *
You hadn’t noticed the bouncing of your knee until the man who sat beside you gently cupped it with his hand, stilling your nervous movements. It was enough to break you from your thoughts as you turned your head to meet his kind eyes.
“We don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll have them turn the car around and we’ll go back to the airport. We catch the next flight back home.” He whispered in reassurance. Even though your mind was anxiously racing, you couldn’t help but smile at the compassionate gesture.
“Of course we do,” you started, cupping his cheek with your hand as the sunlight glinted off your pristine wedding ring, “Tony was one of the most important people in my life. Plus, I’m pretty sure he would haunt me if I didn’t go to his funeral.”
8 years ago you promised yourself in the taxi ride to the airport that you would never step foot in this place again. That all changed when you got the news of Tony’s death. Your time working with the Avengers was a life-changing experience and it was all thanks to Tony. The memory of him seeking you out to work alongside Dr. Banner in the research lab was one that you could never forget. Tony was an arrogant, pompous asshole but he was undeniably a good man. You would curse yourself for the rest of your days if you let your own baggage get in the way of that.
“Alright,” your husband responded with a sigh as he squeezed your knee, “But please, promise you’ll tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”
“Promise.” An agreement that you sealed with a kiss.
Mike was a good man, he was someone who cared for you deeply and who made you feel safe. After your transfer to the DC Shield Office, you had sworn off any more office romances. Those never ended well. That was until your path crossed with Mike. From the beginning of the relationship, you were upfront about your past issues with relationships and how you weren’t ready to dive into anything and he simply stated that he was okay with that, that he would wait.
The marriage was a happy one, Mike always playing the role of doting, caring husband. No matter how much you pushed back against him, he was always willing to give you space and to let you feel what you were experiencing. Mike was a good man. But he wasn’t him.
Your gaze left his as your eyes returned to the skyline, the familiar pressure clawing its way back to your chest. It’d been 8 years since you saw him. 8 years since you packed your bags and left the only home you’d ever truly known. Sure, you had this new life - a new husband, new friends, new job with similar duties, but there was still a piece of you that was missing. A piece you knew could never possibly be filled again. You had come to terms with that, slowly, but it had happened eventually. Now that you were back, you knew you were going to have to see him again - see all of them again. While a lot of good memories resided within this area, there was a hell of a lot of pain that went along with it. All you could do in that moment was remind yourself that you were here for Tony - to honor his memory and pay your respects. You didn’t owe anything else to anyone else. Something in your chest, however, told you that wouldn’t be the way things played out.
* * *
The service was beautifully executed. It was obvious that Pepper had poured her heart and soul into ensuring that Tony Stark was remembered as he should have been. The walls of your heart tightened as you saw Pepper clutching their young daughter to her side. Although Tony had made a lot of mistakes in his life, he spent his last years making sure to do good and to make things right. While it felt like a hot knife had been stabbed into your chest as you said goodbye to a once dear friend, you took solace in knowing that Tony was so loved by so many. That his legacy would live on in so many different ways. And that Pepper was there to say goodbye.
It had been your plan to attend the service and then leave immediately after it had ended. Of course, life has a funny way of never doing quite what we want it to.
It was Sam who stopped you first, pulling you into a tight hug against his form as your fingers gripped his jacket. Sam, being the angel he was, never once mentioned anything from the past and instead expressed his happiness with seeing you again and learning that you were doing well. The one thing Sam was not good at however, was keeping his mouth shut. Word quickly traveled through the crowd of your attendance and one by one old friends began to find you. Wanda didn’t have much to say but kept you in a grateful embrace while you expressed your condolences for Vision. In a shocking turn of events, It was actually Peter who was the most difficult to see. The once bright, happy-go-lucky, smiling boy was visibly devastated - heavy dark bags lingered under his eyes and his glow had been severely dimmed by the loss of his mentor. You couldn’t help but cry as you held him in your arms, expressing to him how proud of him Tony was and how he’d told you just that on several occasions.
After the hellos, the hugs, and the reminiscing you had told yourself that was it, that you were going to leave. It was then that Pepper stopped you with a soft hand on your shoulder, a kind smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and a warm embrace. After a pause of silence, she pulled away and invited you and Mike to stay for the gathering that had been planned following the service. Your mind screamed at you, begging you to politely decline - tell her you had to get back to DC, that you had a flight already booked that you couldn’t miss, that you had important business to get back to.
“Of course, Pepper. We’d love to.”
* * *
The gathering was exactly what Tony would have wanted. It was family and friends gathered around eating and drinking, but most of all - it was a bunch of people talking about Tony Stark.
You told Mike before the two of you arrived that you would stay for 20 minutes tops. That it simply would be out of respect for Pepper and once you felt your presence had been noted that the two of you would slip out unnoticed in the sea of people.
That was 2 hours ago.
Laughs came easy, tears flowed frequently, and stories were shared amongst friends. Surprising to you, it felt good to be around these people again. A familiar pang of home would hit you every now and again as you reconnected with those who you hadn’t seen in years. You introduced Mike to your old friends, who welcomed him warmly and with open arms. What you had thought would be a stressful, gut-wrenching day had actually turned out to be a joyful celebration of life. The day had been progressing smoothly and you wanted to chastise yourself for being so pessimistic.
That was, until you saw him.
Hands stuffed into the pockets of a black bomber jacket, long chestnut hair falling onto his shoulders, and a familiar collection of facial hair decorating the lower half of his face. He looked as terrible as you felt at the beginning of the day. Dark circles had only grown more prominent beneath his beautiful blue eyes and the corners of his lips were drawn down in a permanent frown. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d lost a considerable amount of weight. The once broad, thick man was now far more lean and toned than you ever remember him being.
A breath caught in your throat as the cerulean eyes met yours. Unable to stop yourself, you shoved your drink into Mike’s chest and hurried off to the nearest bathroom. Barely making it in time, you emptied your day’s stomach contents into the toilet. Breathing heavily, you fought back sobs as they threatened to leave your throat. To anyone else, it may seem you were simply grieving the loss of your friend, perhaps taking it harder than most. Oh how you wish that were the case.
You knew it would be difficult to see him again, but you didn’t expect it to feel as though someone had set your entire body ablaze. The heavy feeling of grief, anxiety, and stress from the beginning of the day was crushing your lungs, your stomach still trying to lurch although it had nothing left to give up, and tears burned the rims of your eyes. As you cleaned yourself up and flushed the toilet, you exited the stall to wash your hands and rinse your mouth. You tried to convince yourself it was the entire day's worth of emotions that had led you to this moment. That man no longer had this kind of hold on you - you had moved on. Or, so you thought.
Slowly, your gaze met your reflection in the mirror. The woman there looked worn and tired, like she had been fighting a raging war that she had been losing miserably. Mascara had begun to run down the apples of her cheeks and lipstick was smeared across her mouth. A heavy sigh left your lips as you did your best to make yourself more presentable. A shaky hand entered your clutch as you retrieved your lipstick and applied another layer. You gave yourself a final once-over and decided that your current appearance was as good as it was going to get. Just as you were going to turn around and return to the party there was movement in the mirror that caught your eye. The door was being pushed open from the outside. You turned to protest, to let the intruder know that the bathroom was occupied.
“Excuse me, sorry, there’s someone--”
It felt as though all the air had been taken from your lungs and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you came face to face with the man you had tried so hard, for so long, to forget. It was as though you were frozen in time, as if he were Medusa - turning you instantly to stone. Logically, the thing to do would be to tell him to get out or for you to leave the bathroom so that he could occupy the space alone. However, all you could do was stand and watch as he closed the bathroom door behind him, as his fingers closed around the lock and clicked it into place.
Then it was just the two of you. Bodies unmoving, aside from the rapid rise and fall of your chests in tandem. The air felt 100 degrees warmer than it had when you were alone. The silence, paired with the thump of your heartbeat, was deafening to your ears. You were hyper-aware of his gaze as he studied you the way you had him not minutes before. His eyes finally met yours once more and there was a poignant silence before he finally spoke.
“Can’t believe you still have that dress.”
Your eyes blinked a few times, brain trying to process his words and the situation you had currently found yourself to be in. You looked down to the front of your dress and smoothed your hands down it. How could you have gone the whole day without realizing that the dress you were wearing had been a gift from Bucky on your first anniversary? You were positive you had rid yourself of anything even remotely related to him. In fact, you distinctly recall dumping a box of momentos into a barrel and tossing a lit match inside. You don’t remember making the conscious decision to keep the dress, or why you would have made the decision. Now here you were - mere feet away from the man who had put it on and so delicately took it off of you many times.
“S’perfectly good dress. Shouldn’t go to waste.” Was all you could muster as a response in that moment.
The man before you took a step forward and you took a step back, hips coming into contact with the cold marble counter of the sink.
“Thought I’d never see you again. Y’look...different.” His gaze roaming its way down your body once more.
As his eyes landed on the diamond ring nestled onto the 4th finger of your left hand, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.
“Congratulations.” His words were cold. Inauthentic. “He’s a lucky guy.”
“What the fuck are you doing in here, James?” The words were supposed to be sharp, but instead came out shaky and insecure.
“Saw you out there, starin’ at me. Guess I just wanted a closer look at you.”
By the end of the sentence he had closed the gap between the two of you even more, chests threatening to bump one another. His metal hand slowly reached forward and brushed a piece of hair off your shoulder. The cool appendage felt like fire against your skin and you know he heard the way you sharply inhaled, but you just couldn’t help it. You swallowed hard, head reeling and knees trying to buckle beneath you when you felt his cool palm cup your fiery cheek. It took everything in your body to avert your eyes from him, especially when you felt him even closer than before - warm breath fanning the expanse of your face. Why was he doing this? What was he going to accomplish? The fight or flight response in your body was screaming at you to push him away and run, but you didn’t.
“I’ve thought about you every day since you left, sweets. There’s not a moment that passes by where you’re not on my mind.”
Your eyes closed tightly, tears now welling up and spilling over.
“Everything you said about me that night was true. I am a coward. A coward who lost the best fuckin’ thing that ever happened to his sorry, broken ass.”
A small sob escaped your chest as your hand flew to your mouth, failing to keep it from tumbling out. Bucky found a loose thread and was slowly unraveling everything you’d worked toward in the last 8 years, every step toward progress and peace that you had worked so hard to find.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, doll” Bucky was now fully cupping your face with his large, calloused hands, “I’m so sorry that you fell in love with someone like me - a broken son of a bitch who never got put back together. I’m sorry that I hurt you so badly. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you the way I promised I would. I’m sorry that -”
In a moment of weakness, before he could finish his sentence, you were crashing your lips to his. There was nothing else that existed in your world - there was only you and there was only Bucky. Seemingly moving on their own accord, your hands found their way into his hair, grasping wildly for something to hold on to. As your fingers tugged on his roots, Bucky let out a deep moan into the kiss, sending a shiver down your spine.
The kiss was sloppy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. It was a balance of dominance between the two of you - although you were the one who initiated the kiss, Bucky was the first one to gain access to the inside of your mouth, and you were the first to tug his lower lip between your teeth. A pathetic mewl left your lips as Bucky’s mouth began trailing wet kisses across your jaw and down the column of your throat. The heartbeat in your ears from earlier was much worse now, making your head throb in pain. Every nerve ending in your body felt as though it was on fire and a small voice in the back of your head kept pleading with you to stop. For a moment you entertained the idea of shoving him off and telling him to fuck off, but that was before he started sucking that spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad. It was your turn to moan this time as you involuntarily arched your back, pressing yourself up against his firm torso.
You knew the way that you were tugging on the strands of his hair had to be incredibly painful but it only seemed to urge Bucky to continue. A soft gasp tumbled past your lips as you felt Bucky’s thigh push against your aching core. The sensation had you digging your fingernails into the back of his jacket as you finally released your grip on his hair. Before you could stop yourself, you could feel your hips grinding yourself down against his clothed thigh. Your dress had been pushed up around your waist, now only a small piece of cloth covering you as you desperately chased a high.
“I shoulda never let you go. Shoulda been at the airport to stop you before you got on that plane.”
His teeth sunk into your pulse point once more, earning himself another moan from your lips. The sting was soon replaced with the cool sensation of his tongue tracing the marks he had left.
“I love you, doll. I haven’t ever stopped lovin’ you.”
“Show me,” you whimpered pathetically against his shoulder, “show me you love me, Bucky. Please.”
An audible breath caught in his throat as he pulled himself back to look at you. Your chest was heaving, make-up smeared once more, and your pupils were blown wide with lust. You obviously weren’t able to see the look you gave him, but judging by the way he looked back at you it was fair to say you looked broken, pathetic, and desperate for him. The eyes looking back at you had the softness to them that you remember, the strokes of his hands against your body contained the passion that you’d so been longing for, and the tone in his voice told you that he was desperate for you too.
Within seconds your feet were lifted from the ground and your ass made contact with the cold, wet countertop. There wasn’t a lot of room, objects were scattered onto the floor and others were left to push into your hips with aggressive force, but you just didn’t care. It was impossible to care when Bucky moved your knees apart and dragged a finger along your clothed pussy. The sensation made your head fall back against the mirror with a hard thud but you couldn’t feel any of the pain from it at all. The only thing you felt was the way electricity rippled through your body when he used his thumb to apply pressure to your aching clit. Bucky groaned and rested his forehead against yours, lips slightly parted as he felt your need for him growing.
“So wet for me, just like I remember. Lemme make you feel good, sweets, hmm?” He had leaned forward to whisper softly in your ear as his teeth grazed your lobe.
It was you who reached down and shoved your panties down your thighs, meeting a surprised look from Bucky as he helped you drag them down to hang around your ankle. Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he hooked his hands underneath your knees to spread your legs open for him. Another groan came from him, this time more guttural than the last. You felt small underneath his gaze and the cool air in the bathroom brushing across your soaking core made you shiver.
Your hand flew to your mouth to suppress the noises you made as his finger slipped through your folds, running up and down to collect your wetness.
“More. God. Please, Buck. Need more.” You whined, attempting to roll your hips against his hand to find any form of friction that you could.
“Anything for you, baby.” He whispered as he gently inserted a finger inside of you. The two of you moaned in tandem.
There was a brief moment of embarrassment with the way your walls immediately clenched around his finger and the way his finger immediately found that soft spot. It was shortly replaced with a feeling of ecstasy. Bucky captured your lips with his to swallow your moans as he added another finger. The way his fingers were curling and pumping inside of you already had you close to the edge. Bucky pulled back and held your gaze as he added pressure to your clit with his thumb, circling the area as his fingers continued to repeatedly hit that spot inside of you.
“Please, please don’t stop.” You begged as you felt the pressure building within the lower part of your body.
“S’okay. I’m right here.” Bucky’s other hand was cradling the back of your head as he whispered to you. “I know you’re close. Can feel you squeezin’ me. You can let go for me, I got you.”
As your eyes met his, foreheads pressed together, you finally came apart. The white hot sensation tears through you as your legs quake. You squeeze your eyes shut and allow Bucky to help you ride through your orgasm as he peppers light kisses along your neck.
“I almost forgot how pretty you look when you cum.”
You whine at the emptiness and loss of contact when Bucky removes his fingers from your center. As your eyes flutter open you see him push the fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. The look on his face was euphoric.
“God. Almost forgot how fuckin’ sweet you taste too.”
Mustering up all the strength you had, you sat up and pulled him closer by his belt. The two of you worked together to rid him of his pants and boxers. Your hand wrapped around him, thumb swiping the red tip and using the pre-cum to help lubricate as you pumped your hand down his length. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he moaned at the sensation. Just as you were going to leave the counter, you felt his hands grabbing your shoulders and halting your movements.
“Maybe a different time, sweets. But right now I gotta be inside you.”
You caught your bottom lip as you nodded and released your hold on him. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled your hips to the edge of the sink. The metal hand left your thigh as he grabbed himself at the base and pushed his length through your folds. The two of you once more shared a moan at the sensation. As he lined himself up with your entrance, your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. The next thing you felt was the familiar sting of his cock stretching your walls as he slid into you. Your lips left his and your forehead found itself pressed against his once more. Both of you panting heavily as neither of you dared to speak a word.
Following a moment of silence, allowing your body time to stretch to accommodate him, you nodded slowly as to signal to him that it would be okay for him to move. His thrusts were slow and calculated at first, as if he was attempting to regain his memory of your body - one that he once knew so well. You couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his shoulder as you held on to him for dear life, subconsciously afraid that if you were to let go of him he’d be gone again forever.
“Faster, Bucky. Please.” You whimpered into his ear as you took his earlobe between your teeth and nibbled softly.
A low growl left his chest as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off the counter, moving slightly so that he could cage your body against the wall. You wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, locking them at the ankle. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and it was apparent he had gained his confidence back.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. Just the way I remember.” He grunted as he dug his fingers harder into your hips.
His lips were on yours again, this time tears were starting to decorate the corners of your eyes. The pleasure, the regret, the passion, the guilt - every feeling was building up along with your orgasm. Bucky pulled away from the kiss to tap on your bottom lip with two of his fingers, which you greedily accepted into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits until he pulled them out and used them to circle your clit. The added pleasure was almost too much to handle.
“C’mon, baby. Wanna cum with you. Can you do that for me, huh?” Bucky whimpered, his thrusts beginning to falter from the calculated snaps he was giving you before.
All you could do was nod your head quickly as the pressure steadily increased, bringing you to the brink of your second orgasm.
“I love you. I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much, oh my god.” Bucky grunted as the two of you reached your peak together.
You leaned forward to bite down on his shoulder and suppress the scream that left your mouth as pleasure erupted through your body. The two of you assisted each other through the high of your release and you felt your ass make contact with the cool countertop once more.
The only noise present in the space was your heavy breathing and a small dripping noise that came from the sink. Bucky’s final words before he came replayed in your head over and over again as you attempted to slow your breathing and bring yourself back down to earth. Your body shuttered slightly as Bucky slipped himself out of you. As you sat up, you noticed he was looking around the bathroom.
“Shit, sweets. I don’t think there’s anything I can use to help clean you up.” He sighed and turned to meet your gaze that was locked upon him.
“It’s fine, Buck. Not a big deal.”
Bucky bent over and helped you pull your panties back on before he redressed himself. Neither of you spoke for what felt like eternity.
“I-...” You muttered finally, “I love you too, Buck. I thought I was over you, I thought I moved on but...I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving you no matter how hard I try.”
Bucky reached out to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand as he listened to you lament to him. His eyes were soft and caring and you could almost swear he was looking into the depths of your soul.
“I think —“
Your conversation was cut short by the sound of knocking at the bathroom door.
“Hey, are you okay in there? Do you need anything?” Mike’s voice had your entire body flooded with the shame of your infidelity. In one swift movement, you were on the floor and turning the sink on to make it appear you were just washing your hands.
“Y-yeah I’m fine! Just finishing up! I’ll find you out there in a minute!” You squeaked.
Mike seemed to pause for a moment before you heard his footsteps retreat from the bathroom door. A wave of relief washed over you, but it was only temporary. As soon as you were relaxed the gravity of the situation you were in was clouding you once more.
“I have to go. I can’t give him any reason to think he needs to come in here.” Bucky nodded, eyes not leaving yours as you spoke while collecting yourself, “but we need to..we should..we have to address this. Later.”
“I agree.”
“Our flight leaves tomorrow night. I’ll...see what I can come up with as far as an excuse. Then we can put this to bed for good.”
“Absolutely, sweets.”
The nickname made your knees buckle once more as you sighed.
“Goodbye, James.”
You finally tore your eyes from his as you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. In reality, however, you knew this really wasn’t goodbye. Not even close.
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[CN] Lunar New Year Wishes from Zhao Lu
Caption: The seventh day of the Lunar New Year is the day that many Producers return to work. We’ve invited Teacher Zhao Lu (Shaw’s VA) to fold a red packet with a tiger’s head for everyone! What’s inside the red packet will be entirely determined by Teacher’s abilities!
More wishes: Bian Jiang (Kiro’s VA) l Ajie (Gavin’s VA) l Xia Lei (Lucien’s VA) l Wu Lei (Victor’s VA)
[ Segment 1: Challenge ]
Interview: Bro Lu, Happy New Year.
Zhao Lu: Happy New Year.
Interview: Take a look at the task card in front of you.
Zhao Lu: Okay, I see it.
Zhao Lu: [reading from the card] “Teacher Zhao Lu, please prepare a gift for the Producers - a red packet to express one’s sentiments. Before officially preparing the gift, Teacher needs to participate in a spontaneous challenge. The results of the challenge will determine the difficulty of the gift preparation. Please draw a lot to determine the challenge.” Do I take one randomly? Okay.
Zhao Lu: [takes out lot] What’s this “Perfect Year of the Tiger Challenge”?
Zhao Lu: [reading from the card] “Within 60 seconds, transfer 10 marbles from the china bowl onto the plate. The results of the challenge will affect the difficulty of preparing the red packet. If the challenge succeeds, the rewards inside the red packet will be obtained directly. If the challenge fails, the rewards can only be obtained through a ‘special method’.”
Interviewer: Teacher, are you ready? I’ll ask the staff to start the countdown.
Zhao Lu: Let me prepare for a little longer. I’ll test things out and find a better way to solve this problem.
Interviewer: Okay, the staff can begin the countdown.
Zhao Lu: [laughs] So quickly?! Can I stand? Ok ok, do I start now?
Interviewer: The staff has begun the one minute countdown.
Zhao Lu: One minute countdown? I thought I’d get a five second head start.
[Note] In the actual game, you’re not allowed to lift up the bowl HAHAHA
Zhao Lu: [a marble slides off the table and he makes a cute noise] That one doesn’t count.
Interviewer: Teacher Zhao Lu, did Shaw teach you this method of cheating?
Zhao Lu: Probably... yes. I’m not sure who taught who. This is an easy feat now. How much time do I have left?
Interviewer: You still have 30 seconds, but...
Zhao Lu: There are 6, 7, 8, 9. Nine of them. I have another 30 seconds, so I’ll wait for a while. [puts bowl down] I’ll take a short break.
Zhao Lu: [stretches halfway] Wait, I didn’t count wrongly, did I? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Correct, correct. How many more seconds do I have left?
Interviewer: 10 seconds.
Zhao Lu: [completes the task with ease] Done.
Zhao Lu: I’m awesome.
Interviewer: Teacher Zhao, are you sure you aren’t going to use the normal method?
Zhao Lu: 1, 2, 3, 4 - I need to make sure that I didn’t count wrongly. Yes, there are 10, there are 10. They come in different sizes, so it’s easy to count wrongly. Isn't this a very normal method?
Interviewer: In that case, I hereby announce the Teacher Zhao Lu has failed the challenge.
Words on the Screen: There are no shortcuts through the challenges of life
Zhao Lu: [laughs]
[ Segment 2: Red Packet ]
Interviewer: Teacher Zhao Lu.
Zhao Lu: Hm?
Interviewer: To prevent you from getting too bored while folding the red packet, I’ll ask you a few questions.
Zhao Lu: Sure.
Interviewer: They will add some fun to the process of folding red packet.
Zhao Lu: No problem~
Interviewer: If you were to enrol Shaw in an enrichment class...
Zhao Lu: I could.
Interviewer: Which class do you think would be most suitable for him?
Zhao Lu: Which one suits him most? Gaming. Didn’t he show it to everyone recently? I’d enrol him in a gaming class. It’d include lots of activities that could be related to the upcoming Asian Games in Hangzhou. It’s a pretty good idea.
Interviewer: In this New Year, give Shaw 3 well-wishes.
Zhao Lu: Give Shaw 3 well-wishes? May... his thesis get approved soon, and that he won’t keep getting rushed by the Old Man. May he have sufficient course credits and get his degree.
Zhao Lu: May he have a... [scrunches up mouth] grand band performance. May he and his teacher embark on a new project and bring us even more surprises in the upcoming year.
Interviewer: Teacher Zhao Lu, considering Shaw’s personality, what do you think he does during the winter vacation?
Zhao Lu: He stays at home. Unless he has to make necessary trips, he probably wouldn’t schedule too many things for himself.
Interviewer: Teacher, please use a term or a phrase to describe your relationship with Shaw.
Zhao Lu: Although he might evade what’s important and focus on the trivial in the way he sometimes describes his difficulties in an indifferent manner, what he has showed me is definitely his most energetic, relaxed, and most optimistic side.
Words on the Screen: The people who are closest to you are most deserving of seeing your best side.
Zhao Lu: That’s what he shows to the Producer as well.
Interviewer: The red packet is done, but it’s still empty.
Zhao Lu: Well...
Interviewer: I’ll have to trouble the staff to bring out the props. Teacher Zhao, do you see the props in front of you? You probably know what going to happen next, don’t you?
Zhao Lu: [sighs] I might know what it is.
Interviewer: In that case, please put on the blindfolds.
Zhao Lu: And then... is there a bed? Am I supposed to sleep?
Interviewer: Now, you can pick up the shovel.
Zhao Lu: [feels around] This? Aaahh~ What’s next?
Interviewer: Pick up the little basket that you touched earlier.
Zhao Lu: [touches the lucky basket] I have to scoop these things inside?
Interviewer: Yeah.
Zhao Lu: Could you tell me what will happen after I scoop them in? What happens if I scoop too many? What happens if I scoop too few?
Interviewer: You get ten scoops.
Zhao Lu: Ten scoops?
Interviewer: What we have on the table are gifts for the Producers.
Zhao Lu: Gifts for the Producers? I’ll have to scoop them properly then.
Interviewer: Yes. We’ll put whatever you scoop into your red packet from earlier.
Words on the Screen: Teacher Zhao Lu, all the best!
Zhao Lu: Ahh, okay. I have ten tries, correct?
Interviewer: Correct. You need to pick up the basket first.
Zhao Lu: I have to hold the basket before scooping?
Zhao Lu: [scoops] I think this scoop’s pretty substantial. Oh right, I can’t move my hand. But can I push them up with the basket?
Zhao Lu: [scoops] Oh no. I can’t tell if they went in.
Zhao Lu: [scoops air] Could you talk to me?
Zhao Lu: Oh no. I didn’t scoop this one properly. Hang on, let me put them in order.
Zhao Lu: [scoops] No no no, I have to... I don’t think I got anything in this time.
Zhao Lu: [scoops air]
Interviewer: Eh eh eh? There are so many this time.
Zhao Lu: No, I didn’t scoop anything.
Zhao Lu: [scoops] Which is why I have to work hard.
Interviewer: This one’s okay. All the best, all the best! There’s hope. There’s hope!
Zhao Lu: Flicking the shovel should be okay. It’s the same as that marble game from earlier. [scoops]
Interviewer: Wow!
Zhao Lu: Wow! I’ve found the secret technique. Scooping it like this works. I have 3, 4, 5 more tries?
Zhao Lu: [realises that some items are on the edge of the table] Can I scoop it like this? It counts as a scoop, but not a full scoop? A scoop yet not a full scoop. I have five more tries, don’t I? If that’s too many, just let it slide.
Interviewer: You have four tries left.
Zhao Lu: You can count the two from before. [scoops air] Oh no, I didn’t scoop anything. I can scoop it like this, can’t I? Oh no, how does that count? There’s still a chance. There’s no need to panic. Let me get more benefits for everyone. Hang on. Okay, I know how to scoop it now. I’ll arrange them like this. [scoops] I think I scooped quite a lot. I’ll continue. [scoops but nothing goes in]
Zhao Lu: [sighs] Time to knock off from work. Let’s see if there are lots.
Zhao Lu: I’m pretty satisfied.
Interviewer: You can display your results to the camera.
Words on the Screen: Abundant gains
Zhao Lu: I’m pretty satisfied. I wonder which Producer in front of the screen will obtain the huge prizes that we’re giving out. I wish you all the best.
[ Segment 3: Food ]
Interviewer: Teacher Zhao Lu, thank you for the red packet that you prepared for the Producers. Our surrprise is this eight-treasure rice pudding. Eight-treasure rice pudding symbolises auspiciousness, things turning out as you wish, and happy reunions. Every ingredient used contains a wonderful well-wish. May Teacher Zhao Lu have a smooth sailing and enjoyable new year.
Zhao Lu: I’m also grateful to the Producers for your support and care towards our work. I’ll help myself to this eight-treasure rice pudding then. Thank you.
Words on the Screen: May Teacher have a blissful new year~
Zhao Lu: Let me find a good spot to start eating. [scoops with difficulty] There are many ingredients.
[ Segment 4: Well-Wishes from Zhao Lu]
I wish the Producers in front of the screen a happy new year. May you have an majestic and vibrant Year of the Tiger with Shaw.
Of course, if Shaw has the chance to hold a concert with Isolated, I hope everyone can be there at the venue to cheer for him.
Here's wishing everyone academic success and happiness every day.
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