#probably not even gonna open it when it finishes but its 53% now..................its almost done.......................................... | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

unprofessional-bard · 3 years

Text

Don't Push It, Pt. 1

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Part 2 (1/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), a lot of teasing/sexual tension, implied romantic feelings.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 5.280

Author's Note: Okay y'all so I am a whore for Joel with long hair and I unintentionally made this into a fix-it au where Joel is alive. Also, the reader is going to have some OC characteristics to fit the scenario better. Finally, this fic changes POV's a lot, so I'm gonna clear that up:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with Joel's POV.

Enjoy!

gif credits: nikolai-stavrogin

"Hey, Joel," Dina called over to the man sipping coffee on his porch.

"Mornin' Dina," He replied as his daughter's girlfriend walked over to him. Her baby bump had grown a little more and it never failed to put a smile on Joel's face.

"There's a little trouble with the patrol today," She said. "Jesse won't be able to make it to patrol with (Y/N)."

Shit.

"And they're askin' me to fill in?" He sat up a little.

"Yup, Maria told me to ask you if-"

"No problem, sure, I'll do it." He spoke nonchalantly, then asked if Jesse was alright. Dina told him she wasn't sure, that it must be something important for him to miss patrol, which made Joel nod: "You told (Y/N) too, or...?"

"No, but she's gonna be there regardless. I doubt that she knows."

"Alright, thanks Dina," Joel got up and she smiled in return before walking over to Ellie's place.

It was wrong. By the lord it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were fierce, confident, determined and disciplined; qualities he came to appreciate in time, but a bit differently only when it came to you. He shouldn't want you, an unknown source in his mind kept telling himself, but he did. He didn't know why, he never found himself being attracted to a woman your age, yet you had him under your spell. Oh the things you did to him...

Worst part was, he couldn't have you, whether he liked it or not. Nevermind the fact that you were too young for him, you probably didn't want him anyways- despite the crystal clear signals he got from you. It was just how you were, though: A little physical and perhaps a little flirty, but he could just be confusing that with your confidence.

Or he could be overthinking everything.

Joel readied his backpack, but realised there was still a little more than an hour before the rendez-vous, so he decided to head over to your place to tell you about the news to kill some time. After he made it there and knocked on your door while calling your name a couple of times, which were left unanswered, your neighbour curiously looked over the fences and called over to Joel: "She left a while ago... For the gym, I think."

"Thank you," Joel smiled politely and earned a wave from the lady in return. He took his time as he walked over to the gym. After he arrived, he looked around for awhile to spot where you were, but when he found it, the sight almost made him choke.

There you were, ankles crossed as you pulled yourself up and chin over the barfix with closed eyes, a frown and a clenched jaw. Sweat laced the sides of your face and Joel's eyes wandered lower: You were wearing a sports bra and matching shorts which hugged your frame tightly and the sun was shining directly onto your muscles, which the lord himself carved out and were also sweaty, but Joel didn't care - it made you look more attractive, if anything. You let out a huff and lowered yourself down, while he tried to collect himself. He didn't want to disturb you so he decided to wait until you finished...

...but you didn't seem to be finishing any time soon. He didn't want to look like a creep as he stood there and waited, so after you did another pull up and let yourself down, he cleared his throat.

----R

"(Y/N), here you are."

Had you not been already hanging, you definitely would've fell when you heard Joel's voice reach your ears. You opened your eyes to see him slowly approach you, his stupid thumb stuck in behind his stupid belt.

You hated it: You hated finding this man attractive and you hated your guts for occasionally flirting with him - him, who probably would never look at you the way you looked at him. He liked you, of course, he enjoyed your company but not the way you wanted him to. You hated that you had a crush on this man, who became even more gorgeous as he let his hair grow over the last few years, you also hated how he neatly parted it to the left.

Patrol with him was both a treat and a curse at the same time. You got to spend time with him, which made it a treat, but when you watched him- saw him in action, how aggressive he was, heat started to pool between your thighs. He was so rough and precise as he was smart; he always knew what to do under any circumstance, so you almost never worried when you went out with him. He made you feel safe, praised you and played with your heart when he responded to your flirting and nothing came out of it.

You hated it because your little "crush" on him was pathetic, for someone as confident as you. Sure, you teased and flirted with him, but one praise as simple as you did well today and you'd be melting on spot. You even tried to get with other people to distract yourself, to no avail. They weren't Joel.

None of them could ever be Joel.

"Good morning!" You said with a high pitched voice, reflecting your struggle to keep yourself up.

"To you too," He chuckled at your state and watched as you pulled yourself up slowly. "Hey, listen. Jesse ain't gonna make it to patrol today so I'm fillin' in for him."

----B

The way you faltered a little didn't escape him: "Why? Is he okay?"

"I dunno, but I'm sure he is. Something important must've come up," Joel informed you, not wanting to worry you as you seemed to care about him. A lot. Ugh.

"Tsk," You breathed out and closed your eyes to focus on keeping your head above the metal bar.

Joel then spoke again: "Yeah, I was just here to let ya know."

"Okay, well-" You exhaled audibly and suddenly let yourself go. The force of the action sent you flying a little and it almost made you bump into him: "Woah, oh, sorry-"

"Woah there," You both chuckled at the same time. Joel held you by your elbows to help you balance yourself and your heart rate picked up pace when you realised how close your face was to his chest a moment ago - the chest you wanted to get your hands on: How muscular was he? How many scars did he have there? How would it feel to run your fingers through the hair as you ro-

"Uhm, yeah, as I was saying," You snapped yourself back to reality and took a small step back, disappointed by the way his fingers let go of your arms: "I'm done here, just need to do a couple of stretches, then head back and take shower."

"Right. Well, I'll see you at the gate, then?"

"Uh, sure, yeah."

You didn't know what else to say other than stay. You wanted him near you and around you, you wanted to show off to him and you wanted his attention, so you had to think quick.

Joel didn't want to leave either, even though you were going to spend the whole day together. He still nodded and turned around to leave. It was then, when a brilliant idea crossed your mind: "Actually, Joel?" He turned around, gave you a soft look that made you want to run up to him and kiss all over his face. "Could you help me with my stretches?"

If he'd been drinking or eating anything, he most definitely would've choked: "Help you?"

"Yeah," You flashed a smile at him. "It's simple, you just gotta press me down and keep me in place." The widening of his eyes, puzzled face and his tense posture made you shy. "Eh- Normally, Jesse helped me with them."

True. Some stretches required someone to push your body to its limits - when you worked out alone, you stuck to simpler stretches, but right now, you needed a reason to have him by your side.

Joel was torn between leaving, like a responsible person who knew when to walk away would. He was responsible, yes, but his moral compass was thrown out of the window whenever you joined the picture. So far, he wanted to think he was handling his emotions well- by not acting on them and not talking about them.

Now, however, it was as if he was facing the last straw. He had a few boundaries left to cross, and this was one of them.

"Plus, I'm a bit tired to do them. Will you help me?"

Lies. All lies.

You'd been doing these stretches for long enough, even though you'd worked hard, you weren't tired at all. Joel thought this to be the case, so he tried to go around it: "You sure? I mean, how're you tired?"

"I've been training like hell this morning," You settled on the mat. "I don't wanna do these stretches, but I have to. I'm not in the mood to pull a muscle today."

That was good enough for him really: "'Kay," He sighed. "What do you need me to do?"

Your eyes glowed in excitement before you faced forward and explained: "Im gonna lean forward, like this-" You extended your legs forward and lowered yourself down. "All you gotta do is press on my back and stop me from moving away for a few seconds."

A few seconds which felt like five minutes, truth be told.

As soon as he touched your bare back, you sighed, then forced it into a hiss. He immediately retreated his hands, thinking he hurt you, pushing the ludicrous idea that you might have moaned away immediately.

His hands were big and a little cold comparing to your skin which was on fire after the workout, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do that on purpose. You straightened up and looked at him with an innocent smile: "Your hands are cold."

Not cold enough to make you react like that, obviously.

Joel offered an awkward chuckle from the back of his throat: "You're gonna have to deal with it, missy."

And deal with it you did- barely. Christ, that was a bad idea, your worst one yet. To have his hands on your bare skin, pressing you down made your cheeks burn and mouth hang open as he kept you in place. You almost didn't hear him when he spoke, too busy trying to comprehend the size of his hands and how they'd feel around your throa-

"How many of these do you gotta do?"

"Uh, dunno," You blurted out. "Not too many."

Joel was partly glad, it felt so wrong yet it was just a simple act of help you could've asked from anyone. After 20 seconds of staying like that, you straightened. You went into a head-to-knee position and gave him an okay to press you down again.

You switched to the other leg after half a minute, but you were running out of ideas. There weren't any positions left that you could use his help with, so you played one last card to ruin him: "More."

"W-What?"

Good riddance.

"Press a little harder," You pretended to focus and tried your best not to smirk, knowing you had him where you wanted.

"Oh- hm," He cleared his throat and pressed a little more down on your back. If your plan hadn't backfired and made you almost moan through your teeth, everything was going accordingly.

Joel went to pull back, but stopped when you added: "It's been a while since I did these..."

Christ.

"That enough?" He slowly retreated his hands and stood up, watching you lean up where you sat.

"Yup, that'll be it," You smiled and blinked a couple of times. If Joel had known better, he would've thought you were making him do that, then being all cute on purpose-

It was going to be a long day.

----R

Patrol with the older Miller went as normally as it always was. Part one usually went like this: Meet up at the gate, get your rifles and horses, ride out, reach checkpoint one and sign your names. The road to checkpoint one didn't have any trouble, it usually never did. It was more quiet between you two than usual though. Had you gone too far?

"So, uh," You said once the two of you mounted your horses again. "You coming to the dance tonight?"

"What?" He snapped his head in your direction, looking clueless. "What dance?"

"Well, not a dance exactly but- you know what I mean?" You started riding. "The adults only event?"

He looked really distracted, a bit tense even: "Oh, right. You know those ain't my thing."

"I know," You nodded with a soft smile. "But I haven't seen you in any event ever since you decked Seth."

"Decked?" Joel chuckled bitterly at the memory.

"He deserved it, and more, that prick," You rolled your eyes, making him chortle.

"And nobody managed to shut up about it for the whole month," He sighed with a gorgeous yet tired smile on his face which you managed to see just in time. "So, no thanks. I'll pass."

"Aw, come on," You whined. "You can't avoid coming to these events forever. Please?"

He gave you a confused look, his smile slowly disappearing but not in a bad way: "Why?"

A good question. Oh, no reason, just wanna try and make a move on you, quite possibly jump your bones if it all goes well.

"I wanna make sure you haven't lost your ability to socialise." You offered.

"Really? Why, you're my momma now?"

"Ew, no," You both laughed. "Can't I be sure my friend is alive and well occasionally?"

----J

Friend.

A word that made Joel stop and think.

You saw him as a friend, huh? Two people, with clear sexual tension and an obvious age gap between them- Friends was an awkward description for him, but it was better than nothing.

He opened his mouth to reply, to insist that he was indeed alive and well, but you stopped him: "You know what I mean."

The conversation was making him a little distracted, he noticed, so he decided to keep his mouth shut until you reached checkpoint two. You didn't press him on, which was also a delight. That's another thing he liked about you: You knew your bounds- in patrol anyways. Or maybe it was because you got to know him well over the time, knew what he liked or not.

Part two went quieter too- infected and conversation wise. Not even a single runner was on sight as you swept through the small cabins and houses. Except for the occasional clear's and nothing here's, you didn't say anything else. Joel itched to talk to you, about anything to break the silence, but he was too lost in thought.

When you finally made it back to Jackson, you finally spoke up: "So? You coming?" He chuckled, mostly out of relief, then you added: "I found a new outfit, I wanna know what you think."

That caught Joel's attention. With a curious smile, after handing over your horses, he asked: "What outfit?"

"You'll see... If you come." You smirked, your close proximity making Joel's heart race.

"Don't get your hopes up," He sighed with a small grin and tucked his thumb behind his belt, the other one gripping the strap of his rifle.

"You're the worst," You punched his shoulder with mock upset, making him chortle and stumble a little to the right. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then."

Joel remained quiet, then you walked away with a soft smile gracing your lips. The words sunk deeper than he would've liked, a sudden wave of guilt soaking his guts with regret, even though you didn't sound disappointed or upset. Lips pursed, he watched you hand your rifle to Peter and sign off, then leave; his steps coming to a halt as you did.

He just might check out what was up at the dance tonight, if he could successfully move himself out of his comfort zone in the following few hours.

----R

"Well well, look who it is," Tommy grinned when you approached the doors of the pub. The night had settled across the sky by the time you stepped outside your place. The sound of music and chatter of the people from inside filled your ears.

"Yours truly," You smirked. "It's crowded in there huh?"

"It sure is," Tommy said as he turned around to lead you inside. "Adults only events tend to attract more people, as y'can guess. Don't you look pretty today."

"Why thank you." You smiled playfully: "For no one, but myself, at that."

You lied through your teeth. You had dressed up in the silly hope that Joel would actually show up. You had been planning on it ever since you came across the item wrapped around your hips in an abandoned clothes shop a few weeks ago, and this event was the perfect excuse for you to wear it. For him.

"I ain't sayin' nothing!" Tommy raised his hands up in defense. "Figured that much, haven't seen anyone catch your interest in a long time."

Ha. Nice.

The atmosphere was lively and the air was warm, full of energy. Chatter and dancing went about the packs of people scattered across the space, but you couldn't see Joel, much to your disappointment - you weren't surprised though. What surprised you was Jesse suddenly showing up.

"Where's Ellie and Dina?" You asked after a while of teasing him about missing patrol.

"They decided to stay behind, I guess." He shrugged.

"What can I get y'all?" Tommy smiled, suddenly appearing behind the counter. Without waiting for an answer, he filled two glasses and pushed them towards you. You and Jesse looked at each other for a brief moment, before knocking it back at one go. "Woah there..."

A round of laughter later, you felt someone's presence behind you, then they tapped you on the shoulder: "Hey, (Y/N)!"

Much to your disappointment, once more, it was a boy named Mark. He was a year older than you, had no features whatsoever matching Joel's prettier ones and he took an obvious liking to you, which in truth you didn't appreciate, even though he wasn't weird about it or anything. You faked a smile and turned to him a little: "Hi."

"Good to see you," Sure. "How, uh, how are you?"

"Busy, actually," You pointed at the glass Tommy was refilling for you.

"Mind if I join?" He made himself comfortable on the stool next to you.

"Yeah. I do." Your smile never faded but your words were laced with poison.

He looked between you, Tommy and Jesse, mortified at your answer: "W- Heh, well, would you wanna dance later, then-?"

"No, I don't." You spoke calmly and turned to face Jesse again, only for him to move to tap you on the shoulder, which Tommy stopped from happening.

"Why don't you go home, huh?" He grabbed his wrist firmly, but not hard enough to leave a bruise of course. "The lack of oxygen in your brain's clearly stoppin' you from understandin' a word as simple as no."

You looked over at the younger Miller, a stern look on his face which seemed to make Mark piss himself. Suddenly, an even deeper voice was heard behind the boy: "I advise you to listen to him, son."

You turned completely in your seat to see Joel grabbing Mark by the shoulders, making him jump, then remove him from the seat carefully. Mark's legs were quick to oblige, making him walk towards the exit, but Joel held him in place: "A-ah, what do you say to the lady?"

"I'm s-sorry, (Y/N)," He nodded quickly. "I'll never disturb you again, I promise."

"Good boy," Joel patted him on the back, which sent him running to the door. Your cheeks were suddenly burning and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Tsk, what a jackass," Tommy nodded disapprovingly as Joel took the now empty space next to you.

"You decided to show then, huh?" You smirked at Joel.

"Yeah, figured you'd break someone's wrists and make 'em eat it," He chuckled, tipping his head at his brother in a greeting -God he looked so handsome, was that a new shirt?- before he continued: "Decided it'd be a shame to miss it."

You giggled and lightly pushed at his arm, almost immediately feeling the muscles underneath the rolled up sleeve of his blue shirt: "I'll take that as a I came because you asked and I listened for once." The exchange, obviously, didn't go unnoticed by his brother and Jesse, which made you sit upright suddenly: "Tommy was the one who was gonna break his wrist anyways..."

"Nobody gets to disturb anyone here, especially right in front of me," He said and slid a glass to his brother.

Jesse joined in: "I doubt it, but should he ever-"

"Aw, you guys are spoiling me," You grinned and waved your hand down, pressing the other onto your chest.

----J

You looked beautiful. You were wearing a plain, dark green, mid-thigh, flare skirt; which could pass as a miniskirt, but Joel was no fashion expert. You always did come up with the rarest clothing items (like your sports set that morning), so he wasn't surprised that you happened across the skirt. You also had a simple, white, v-neck t-shirt on- which all in all was the reason you left Joel speechless: You could be wearing something as simple as these, but you'd still look so damn pretty.

A few minutes later, after Jesse and Tommy disappeared in different directions and you were finally left alone, Joel spoke up: "Is this the-"

"What made you-" You gave each other a brief look before chuckling: "You go first."

"Ah, I was gonna ask if this was the outfit you wanted me to see," He said, briefly looking down to point at your skirt.

He watched you run a hand through your hair and bite your bottom lip before answering: "Yeah..." You got up and stuffed your hands in your pockets, which made Joel's heart sizzle. "What do you think?"

He gave you a genuine smile: "I think you look beautiful."

The shock on your face made Joel panick a little, but when you offered a shy little smile, he relaxed: "You- Really?"

He gave you a single, slow nod in acknowledgement, his smile grew bigger when you beamed at him and offered him a quiet thank you, then sat back. You were staring hard at your glass, clearly avoiding his gaze and he found it rather cute, but didn't comment on it.

He was looking forward to chat with you, after all, you were the reason why he showed up, but you were unfortunately dragged away by a couple of friends, Jesse included...

To dance.

An upbeat song he didn't recognise started playing, putting you and another boy, Mick, to action. Everyone backed away to give you two space, then started off with what seemed to be something you'd been practicing for a while. You mirrored each other's moves, it was similar to some folk dance he'd watched way before the outbreak, but it most definitely wasn't a folk dance. Your arms linked occasionally, hands on your hips as you crossed each other's legs with fast movements and other types of moves Joel couldn't name if he tried, but it was organised and fun to watch. It wasn't intimate, too, just a silly little dance as you called it minutes later when you finished and walked to the bar for a drink. You didn't stay long, though, just downed your drink, winked at him and went back to the stage where you and Mick (but mostly you) stole the show.

It went on for two more rounds, to the point your t-shirts were absolutely soaked and your legs couldn't take it anymore. Joel had a particularly hard time in his seat, watching your skirt float around your thighs made him feel embarrassed with himself. Tommy even went as far as to tease him about his constant squirming, but a glare from his older brother was enough to shut him up.

The last dance finished off with you in Mick's arms, leaning back in his hold and closing your eyes with laughter. Everyone clapped you both, which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Mick- which you returned. Joel's jaw clenched unintentionally, even though you and him didn't appear to be more than friends.

Stop. Stop it, you idiot.

He couldn't care less about these types of things, drama about who's dating who and whatnot, but when it came to you he naturally grew curious.

He watched you, eyelids struggling to keep themselves open as Jesse led you and helped you onto the stool, next to Joel once more. You huffed and giggled, eyes closed with sweat droplets on your forehead. He couldn't help it when his smile grew wider at your tipsy state.

What he didn't see coming was the sudden hand on his thigh and your back against his arm, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you let out a brief laugh: "Never let me dance and drink at the same time again."

Joel didn't know what to say, he quickly looked around for Jesse only to find him already gone and a couple of people staring at the both of you. With a rush of panic, he responded: "I don't think I'm the one you should say that to, darlin'."

Your hand and the rest of your body immediately retreated when you jumped at his voice: "Joel?!" You looked a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but smirk. "Uh, where's Jesse?"

The question almost made him scrunch up his face, but he patiently waited until the end of the conversation, which was after you've walked away to find the boy in question and he was alone with his own thoughts... Jealousies...

"He dropped you off and went over there, I think." Joel nodded to the direction he thought Jesse went off to - he didn't see though, he was too busy focusing on you when your fingertips had brushed somewhere dangerously near his crotch.

"Huh," You stared around to find him, but Joel figured you were too intoxicated to actually see that far. "You need to stop wearing the same clothes."

He raised a brow at that: "You tell him that."

"Oh I will," You grinned mischievously and suddenly grabbed Joel's glass of whiskey from his hand, then downed it at one go before he could intervene.

"Hey!" He tried to grab the glass from you but you leaned back. "I think you've had enough for the night."

"Says who-?" You pouted and at the very same time, lost your balance, realising that you leaned a little too back. However, Joel caught you; one hand on your arm, the other on your waist and he pulled you back - he didn't know if you did it purposefully, but you practically fell into his body: "Oh! I'm sorry-" You laughed, not looking sorry at all. "Thanks, Joel," You purred, extending the 's' and the 'l' at the end of each word as you grabbed onto his biceps. "You saved me."

"Pfft," Joel couldn't help but let his hand linger on your waist as he made sure you stood in place. Your eyes met when you lifted your head from his chest - the meaning behind his hazel gaze and your own was similar and it lasted for what felt like a whole minute, while in reality it was no longer than a few seconds.

You finally let his arms go and he took it as his cue to remove his hand from your waist (which, for a moment, felt like it had been glued there): "So... You enjoying yourself, old man?"

Joel sighed through his nose, amused at how the alcohol in your system was slowing your speech, then went back to how he had been sitting before you came. Just when you asked, the smooth, familiar tune of Ain't No Sunshine started playing. After all the excitement, a slower music felt nice: "Sure. You?"

"Oh I sure am," You nodded and leaned back against the counter with something of a triumphant smile.

"I can tell," Joel replied, then without turning his head, side eyed you. His stare later on moved down to your skirt. "Why'd you get all dressed up for, really?"

"Huh?" You blinked, not processing if he was asking what you thought he was.

"I, uh- just never took you for the skirt type."

"Is that so?" You asked, eyes widening. "Well, just trying on a new outfit..." You looked down and bit your lower lip, making Joel's heart skip a beat. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving right then and there and continuing to talk to you: "There's actually another reason."

"Hm?"

"There's this guy," You turned towards him, placed your arm paralleled across his on the counter and leaned forward a little, pretending to look around. His fingertips scratched against the wooden surface of the counter at the mention of this guy in question. "I don't know his name, but maybe you do?"

He just raised a brow when you looked at him innocently: "He's a bit old, around this tall," Your hand went back and forth in the air as you tried to size the man's height in your mind. "Has pretty, long, graying hair with an also graying beard... A little scar on his nose," You looked at him and leaned in a little more, invading his personal space but not touching him, then pointed at the exact spot on your nose and it was then, Joel realised, that you were indeed describing himself. "He's wearing this blue shirt and, honestly, it would look better on him if he opened another button or two."

I know, I know

Hey I oughta leave young thing alone

But ain't no sunshine when she's gone

He wanted to counter, tease you back, lean down and taste your lips, then place a kiss or two on your neck and bite it softly just to hear you moan quietly into his ear- he also needed to get his shit together, as much as he wanted to do all of that.

He couldn't quite believe his self control when he leaned away from you, especially since the tip of your noses almost touched and he felt your hot breath on his lips. He cleared his throat and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking- no one had seen the rather intimate interaction so he spoke: "I don't know who that is."

The disappointment on your features was like a knife twisting up in his guts. You blinked a couple of times, but didn't lean back: "S- Sure you do..."

"I don't," Joel insisted, his voice stern. "Maybe you should look for someone else."

Your disappointment turned into embarrassment and anger, making you frown and lean back: "Excuse me."

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't no home

Anytime she goes away

And with that, you got up and stormed away, leaving Joel wanting, aching and ashamed.

Anytime she goes away

495 notes · View notes

kayr0ss · 4 years

Text

Welcome Home

[LWA, Diakko, domestic, family, baby?, cute happy shit]

Akko and Diana are still settling into this new life, routine, and responsibility. But coming home to this...? It was the best thing that ever happened to them.

—–

Diana clicked at the button of her retractable pen, eyes moving rapidly from left to right and back again. She paused, humming softly to herself while she appraised yet another essay on how ‘the advent of big data and analytics is a turning point in the synthesis of magic and artificial intelligence technology. She scribbled her remarks on the paper’s margin:

‘Revise – provide suggested guidelines and security measures for magic-infused data-driven machinery.’

Now, it may come as a surprise to many, but Diana never really considered herself a traditionalist. In fact, her on-going tenure at Luna Nova’s higher-education learning center is heavily decorated with progressive and future-minded research and perspectives. This idea, however, simply sounded a little too much like… Croix—and she wasn’t going to pretend that kept her at ease. But Diana also believed that very few people fall far beyond redemption, and Prof. Croix’s appointment as the Head of the Magical Engineering Ethics Board was the perfect example of redemption if there ever was one.

‘As we’ve learned historically, aggressive technological progress should be done under the guiding hand of ethics and humanitarian agenda,” she jotted down. She spared a quick glance to the office clock her before diving back down into the paper.

05:17:PM

Still early, she thought to herself, I could probably finish this stack before going home and—

“Quarter-past-five!” she suddenly exclaimed, forgetting that her former working hours of until well-past-eight were no longer applicable. Recent events had turned her entire world… upside-down.

“Grading will have to wait until tomorrow,” she hurriedly—but meticulously, of course—tidied the papers into her drawer; the pile on the left for marked papers, and unmarked papers on the right. Her keys jingled while she put her belongings back into her handbag, and the hurried clacking of her heels signaled the other professors of her early retreat back home.

Diana Cavendish rarely rolled her eyes, but by Jennifer the traffic was horrendous on the north-bound lane. Which she wouldn’t even be on, had she not forgotten the towels she was supposed to buy earlier in-between lectures. Akko reminded her thrice that morning (each time answered with an obedient, “yes, dear.”) Diana was once again reminded that one of the most surprising—and amusing—things she discovered since her marriage to the brunette witch was that between the two of them, Akko was ‘wife-zilla’.

06:13:PM

And there was extra-emphasis on the ‘zilla’ part lately. Traffic be damned, she was going to get those towels.

“Eep!”

The sharp whistling of a boiling kettle startled Akko out of the sports magazine she was so deeply engrossed it. Shit shit shit—she clumsily shut the glossy pages closed, darting towards the kitchen and—kami-sama, why did Diana think it was a good idea to have doors everywhere? “Stupid door,” she groaned, anxious to silence the whistling lest it disturb their special guest.

She lunged towards the stove, snapping the burner knob closed. “I could have done that with magic,” she flicked herself on the forehead, old habits from a magic-less childhood kicking in during the oddest moments. She blinked, scanning the kitchen counter for a small box before realizing that she left it back at the living room. “I’m almost as bad at this as I was at transmutation spells!”

About five minutes later, she was jogging back towards the dining area balancing a warmed tumbler in one hand, and several plastic utensils in another. She narrowly avoided tripping over the carpet (“Fuck!”), and was unfortunate enough to hit her shin across the low coffee-table, warranting an impressive parade of crisp, native-to-Japan curses. Thank Kami-sama it was Friday, she thought with relief. Diana would be taking over evening household duties by Monday and she damn well needed a break; even if a break meant more hours working.

She tipped the warmed tumbler over and let a few drops of its content spatter at the back of her hand.

06:37:PM

It was still too warm but should be just fine by dinner time.

[Capitalism is a predator, but I’m nearly home.]

Diana hit ‘send’, letting her wife know that she was around 2 blocks away while waiting for the last stoplight to turn green.

[As long as u got the towels lol. Tnx, luv u :-*]

Diana smiled at Akko’s reply, turning her attention away from her phone screen when she saw the soft glow shift from red to green. Yes, she had the towels—and maybe a full set of Reuven-Eilhart designer night pajamas. Or three.

She also brought home new ‘friends’—she saw that the store had recently released a set of ‘We There Bears’ themed products. Diana remembered Akko raving about them; they were apparently quite the in-thing as of late. She was immediately drawn to the pure-white polar bear with an interestingly unreadable expression. “That un’s ‘Nice Bear’,” the clerk supplied. “But if y’gonna get ‘im, you gotta get the whole gang else he’d be lonely.”

And so she did—because if Diana ever did anything she never did it half-way done. Frizzly Bear and Fanda sat snugly beside him in the backseat.

The blonde witch pulled up into their driveway, sorting out her belongings before stepping out to unload her shopping bags from the back. She opened the door and couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

“What has become of me,” she smiled, wondering how to bring three bears and several frilly-looking things into their house without painting herself as silly.

06:53:PM

Warm, yellow light flooded through the dining room curtains, and the familiar sound of their car alerted Akko to Diana’s arrival.

“She’s actually home on time,” she remarked to a little fellow seated at the end of their dining table, pulling on an exaggerated expression of being impressed. But Diana’s arrival always makes her smile, so she walks towards the front door so she can giver he wife a hand and—

She paused, taking a strong sniff of something which was coming out of the kitchen.

“Oh, no.”

The pizza! There was pizza burning in the oven! She bolted back towards the kitchen for some damage control, relieved to find that the pizza was only beginning to blacken at the crusts—easily salvageable.

“Mou, Diana’s gonna give me an earful,” she whined in defeat. She could hear the sound of their door unlocking, followed by footsteps through their dining area and the rustle of shopping bags being unloaded.

To her surprise, Diana had no drop of sternness in her voice. “I’ve missed you,” she cooed.

Akko broke into a grin, turning to face Diana. “Missed you to—”

She bit back her words, fascinated at the sight of her wife, looking weary from a long day, cradling their beloved Sara with all the fascination in the world. Their daughter giggled up to her mother, hands reaching for her face, prodding at Diana’s nose (which scrunched up adorably) and pulling at her platinum curls before squealing in delight.

“I may have missed you, as well.” Diana teased, tossing a smile to Akko’s direction.

“That’s hardly fair!” Akko tried to pout, walking towards the two people she loved most in the world.

Diana nuzzled against Sara’s forehead, running her fingers softly over the thin patch of light-brown hair beginning to grow longer. Sara perked up immediately when Akko came into her field of vision.

“I think she likes me better,” Akko whispered before kissing Diana’s shoulder. She wrapped an arm around the pair and tickled at Sara’s nose.

“Not a chance.” Diana leaned her head against Akko’s, watching as Sara grabbed onto Akko’s finger with a chubby little hand.

“Did you buy her another hundred sets of pajamas?” Akko raised an eyebrow.

“Only three,” Diana tried to hide her defensiveness. “And... several room accessories?”

Akko laughed, “pretty soon we’re going to run out of space in her room. This little lady has got you wrapped around her finger!”

There was no use denying it, so Diana simply rolled her eyes.

“Come here,” Akko smiled. “Welcome home.” She moved up to her tiptoes, and Diana turned her head to meet the brunette half-way for a small kiss. She appreciated the way Akko’s embraced tightened around her torso and warmed her chest; the way it made her family feel so... whole.

Akko pulled back, but Diana chased after her to steal another quick kiss, amused at the way Akko would still blush whenever she did that.

“So,” Diana gave her wife a look, “burnt pizza for dinner?”

“Mou, Sara! Your mother is such a bully!”

A/N: Woohoo finally churned another one out! I’m feeling a bit sick, and it’s early in the morning, so hopefully there aren’t that many typos/errors. Anyway I’m doing fine, hope you all are too! I’ve been re-reading Appointments over and over so I can get a feel of the writing style and flow I used to have for it and finally finish the next chapter. I do feel out of touch from how I was back in 2018; so I really need to do a lot of fanfic reading. You guys have any suggestions?

ALSO - meet Sara! Her name means vivid blossoms; it’s Japanese but also western-sounding so win-win for both moms. A homage to ‘Botany’, with the flowers and everything. She was originally meant to be Leia, because I’m a big Star Wars fan, but hey! I saw Sara and instantly thought it was the best fit. Hope you enjoyed. :) [Also, I’ve noticed I tend to switch between past / present tense a lot and I’ll be working to actively fix that moving forward!]

#Diakko #Dianakko #Diana x Akko #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #kagari atsuko #Akko Kagari #Akko #LWA #Little Witch Academia #Fanfic #Yuri #Femmeslash #Fluff #Family #cute #wholesome #family fic

153 notes · View notes

scxrlettwxtches · 5 years

Text

stop poking me | lee taeyong

Request: 33 and 53 with taeyong please 💖💖

Genre: college!au, pure fluff y’all aren’t even ready

Warnings: none :D

Word Count: ~2.5k

Prompt: “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” and “I’m flirting with you.”

A/N: wow! i was so excited to write this prompt that i finished way quicker than i thought i would hahaha. it is a little shorter than usual, so sorry about that! as always, i love any type of feedback on my writing or if any of y’all wanna chat, my ask box is open! enjoy! <3

It was quite a nice evening outside.

The weather was exactly how you liked it; not unbearably hot, but still warm, with a light breeze that kept the air from getting too stuffy. You could hear people out and about, taking advantage of the good weather to go out and have fun. Oh, how you’d give anything in that moment to do the same.

But instead, you were stuck inside your apartment, rushing to finish an essay worth 40% of your final grade.

Well, you weren’t exactly rushing. Most of it was actually done much earlier, but being the perfectionist you were, you weren’t going to submit that paper until you were sure it wouldn’t receive anything less than a 94%. A feat, that you learned to accept, is awfully difficult as an English major.

With your windows wide open, you sat on your bed comfortably, a computer on your lap and a large bottle of green tea on your bedside table. You didn’t even bother changing into anything that morning, so you were still in your pajamas.

You were so wrapped up in your work that you didn’t even notice someone entering your apartment. It wasn’t until you heard a gentle knock on your open door and a head with a set of pink, fluffy hair peeked in that you realized you weren’t the only person in the apartment anymore.

“How’s everything going?” The man asked quietly, as if trying to avoid disturbing your train of thought.

“Everything’s going fine,” you sent Taeyong what was probably the fakest smile in existence.

Taeyong made a noise, looking at you with an amused expression on your face, “Really. Have you even moved at all this whole day? You’re still in the same exact position as when I left for dance practice.”

“That’s not a lot of time.”

“Y/N, I’ve been gone for five hours.”

You hesitated, because he had a point, “Well, I’ve taken breaks.”

Taeyong laughed, “Of course you have,” he looked into the hallway, “You want me to fix you something to eat?”

“Aren’t you tired? If you’ve been gone for five hours, that means you practice overtime again, didn’t you?” you looked at him pointedly.

“I’m a bit tired, but I have to eat a little something anyways so I could just make yours as well.”

Relenting, you smiled gingerly, “If it’s not too much trouble then. Thanks, Tae.”

After he left your door and headed to the kitchen, you put your laptop on the bed, rubbing your eyes and stretching out your limbs. God, he was right, you probably haven’t moved at all since you started working early afternoon. Your legs were tight and sore, and your joints made popping noises.

As you stretched, you began to think about the man currently outside making you (and him) a snack. Your relationship with Lee Taeyong was interesting to put it simply. You met him in the your first year of college when the landlord sorta screwed up and accidentally put both of your names to this one apartment. It was quite a shock when you open the door to find a very, very handsome man already unpacking his things.

After realizing what had happened, the two of you eventually decided to just stay in the same apartment. It was definitely a harder decision on your part, but from what you could see, Lee Taeyong was a very respectable man. When discussing the option of living together, he immediately set rules to respect your privacy, something you were very grateful for.

Over time, the initial awkwardness faded as the two of you began to realize that your personalities actually got along quite well. The boundaries began to blur soon after, the living situation soon changed from just interacting briefly when you cross paths to coexisting almost like a married couple. You knew his schedule and he knew yours. When the two of you were free, movie nights under a fluffy blanket were always a wonderful way to kill time together.

Looking at your laptop, you pinched your cheek, telling yourself to stay concentrated on finishing the goddamn essay. As you worked, you could hear Taeyong chopping along in the kitchen, humming to himself. It was all a very calmly relaxing atmosphere and you found yourself actually working more efficiently than you did earlier.

He returned to your room not twenty minutes later, but this time holding a plate of food. He came over to your bed and set the plate down on your bedside table.

“I made your favorite sandwiches,” he said, turning towards you with a gentle smile. Ruffling your hair, he gave you a couple words of encouragement before leaving you to work, “Good luck!”

Munching on the warm sandwiches, you continued you work, reviewing your essay over and over. As you continued, you could hear Taeyong bustling about the apartment, eating his own snack, cleaning the kitchen, and then groggily dragging himself into the shower. Throughout that hour or so, neither of you talked to one another, Taeyong probably holding himself back so to not distract you. Despite the silence, it was nice to know that someone was around, and open to company if things really got too stressful.

However, it seemed that the quietness in the atmosphere got too boring for your roommate, because he eventually wiggled his way back to your room. Pointedly ignoring him as you scanned your fourth paragraph, the bed shifted as he crawled up, looking at you with those large, doe eyes.

“Y/N…” he whined, grabbing one of your unused pillows and clutching it to his chest adorably.

Not looking away from your work, you answered absentmindedly, “Hmm?”

“I’m bored.”

“Good for you,” paying him zero mind, you took another big bite of your sandwich. Taeyong had these occasional moods where he’d get clingy, like extremely clingy. If you were being honest, it was absolutely adorable, but you were busy and you really couldn’t devote any time to play with him.

From the corner of your eye, you watched him frown and curl up in a ball on your bed. Thinking the conversation was over, you put your full attention back to your essay until you felt a finger poke your side.

Sending Taeyong a strange glare, you elected to ignore it. However, your lack of retaliation only made him more stubborn and he began poking your side more frequently.

“Taeyong, stop it.”

“No.”

“Oh, my god, you absolute brat,” you sighed, but you could feel your resolve breaking. Taeyong continued to bother you, his poking now even more intense than before, “If you don’t stop, I will literally kick your ass.”

Apparently, he took that as a challenge, because he began poking you with two fingers now.

“Taeyong, cut it out!”

“No,” he said, adamant, “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Oh, you little-” you’ve had enough at this point. Reaching behind you, you grabbed a pillow and flung it at Taeyong with the arm strength of a baseball pitcher. The pillow smacked his side hard and he let out a wheeze, backing away.

With an evil grin, he yanked the pillow from you, ready for revenge. You only had enough time to move your computer to your bedside table before pillow hit you face first with a soft thump. You raised your hands to block your face, backing up on the bed before you felt another pillow on your left. Quickly, you snatched the extra pillow and began your counterstrike.

The two of you fought it out like cats and dogs until Taeyong decided to forego the pillows entirely. He pounced on you, and with a shriek, you managed to grab his arms so he didn’t completely crush you. The two of you wrestled wildly on the bed, although your weak, exercise-lacking limbs were no match for Taeyong’s dance-trained, sleek muscle.

Soon, you lost the original vigor you had, and Taeyong immediately latched onto that advantage. With a surge of strength that really showed how much he was holding back before, he overpowered you, pushing you under him like a leopard stalking its prey. Panting slightly, you looked up, and the moment of peace in between your play wrestling made you suddenly aware of the position the two of you were in.

Taeyong’s face was only inches from yours, some of his hair falling into his face as he looked down at you. You lay on the bed, Taeyong practically straddling your waist, and both your arms were above your head, pinned down by one of Taeyong’s annoyingly large hands.

Now, you were quite a touchy person, and so was Taeyong when the two of you were alone. Casual hugs and cuddles were nothing out of the ordinary. But this, this whole atmosphere was a part of your relationship that neither of you have explored. And judging from Taeyong’s hooded gaze, you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Wriggling your hands, you squirmed to get free, but Taeyong’s grip was firm.

“Uh, Taeyong?” you prompted him, moving your hands. However, the man paid you no mind, staring at you as if in a trance. Using his other hand, his fingers tickled your cheek, sending sparks flying in your brain and your face turning pink, “What are you doing?”

Taeyong didn’t quite seem to have his usual control over his own words and actions, because he replied in a dreamy, awed voice, “I’m flirting with you.”

Despite the aura around the two of you at that moment, you did not expect Taeyong to actually come out and admit that to your face. In that second of shock, you gave a very intellectual reply that was similar to a choking seal, “W-what.”

Your stuttering destroyed the mood and snapped Taeyong out of whatever stupor he was in. Realizing what he had just said, he practically flew off you, taking shelter in the farthest corner of your bed. He gave an awkward smile, “It was just a joke, sorry about that.”

Taeyong was great at many things, but he was a horrible liar, “Mhm. No, it wasn’t. You were flirting with me?”

“Um, maybe?”

This was not information that you had expected to receive that day, “You were really flirting with me?”

Taeyong’s face was beet red, and he looked quite stressed out that you kept repeating his confession, “Yes, I was!”

“Like for real?”

“What does that even mean?” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you getting so caught up on this-”

“Were you flirting seriously or were you just flirting to have fun with my reactions?”

That was apparently not the question Taeyong was expecting. His embarrassed expression was immediately replaced by one of curiosity, and actually a little hurt, as if the idea of him toying with your emotions was offensive, “Why would I ever do that?”

You curled your legs in and hugged them closer to your chest, “I don't know,” you mumbled, embarrassed and a little guilty for even asking. It wasn't as if you doubted Taeyong; he's never been anything but genuine with you, but you didn't want to open up the box of feelings you had for him if he wasn't serious.

“Y/N,” he sighed, leaving his safe place at the corner of your bed to approach you, “I've liked you for two years, ever since you stayed up all night with me at the dance studio just so I wouldn't feel lonely. After that day, I've never been anything but serious about loving you.”

You looked at him with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

His smile was beautiful, “Really.”

With a happy laugh, you jumped at Taeyong, throwing your arms around his neck. He let out a shocked grunt, but reciprocated your hug eagerly. You could feel his hands rubbing your back gently as you held him tight, smiling into his neck.

“I kinda know your answer already,” Taeyong spoke softly in your ear as his hands began to caress your hair, causing chills to run down your arms, “but would you humor me and say it out loud?”

Giggling, you pushed yourself away from Taeyong to look directly into his eyes, your hands on his shoulders and his on your waist, “Lee Taeyong,” you said honestly, “I love you.”

A smile erupted on his face as a light blush colored his cheeks. Pulling you close, your forehead bumped his as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You replied without hesitation, whispering cheekily, “You don’t even need to ask.”

After a kiss that turned into a light make out session, you were back at your work, but this time with Taeyong laying happily on your thigh. He hummed a familiar tune as he rolled around, taking a peek at your writing.

“Hang on,” he frowned suddenly, “Wasn’t your paper supposed to be six pages?”

“Um, yeah?” you answered, uncertainly.

“Don’t you already have six pages?”

“Yeah?”

“Then aren’t you done?” he asked incredulously.

You shrugged, “I was done awhile ago but I was just checking-”

“Awhile ago?!” Taeyong exclaimed, “You’re telling me you’ve been done all this time?”

You looked sheepish, “Well, I’ve been checking my work and stuff but…” you trailed off.

Your (now) boyfriend shook his head, “Y/N, you gotta turn it in. There’s no use in sitting on it until the last minute.”

“I’m not sitting on it,” you said defensively, “I’m just-”

“Tell me,” he sat up, “have you actually made any real changes to your paper in the last hour?”

“No, cause we’ve been kissing for half of it,” you retorted.

Taeyong ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “You know what I mean.”

You didn’t answer him, because now that you think about it, you really haven’t actually done anything to your paper after you finished it. With a sudden surge of resolve, you sighed, and exported it as a pdf, submitting it to your teacher.

“There,” you looked at Taeyong pointedly, “it’s gone.”

He grinned, “Great! Now let’s go out!”

“Go out?” you laughed, “Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m never tired if it’s hanging out with you,” Taeyong said sincerely, before blushing slightly, “Especially since today would be our first date, right?”

God, the power this man had over you. Immediately, you flushed pink as you stammered, “Y-yeah, I guess it will be.”

“So?” he looked at you with his large, doe eyes, “You wanna go out?”

You had a day off tomorrow, so why not?

“Sure,” you kissed his cheek as you slid off your bed, “Lemme go get ready.”

#lee taeyong #nct scenarios #nct #nct reactions #nct imagines #my fics #nct drabbles

204 notes · View notes

dualwieldingrollingpins · 5 years

Text

I haven’t written fic in years, but mp100 and its fandom have inspired me to pick it back up. This was inspired by a post by @mikuhats and I hope you all enjoy!!

——————————————————————————

Looking back, Shou realizes he only had himself to blame, but he couldn’t have expected the outcome of his actions. Not in a million years.

He was, after all, the one who had broken the silence and occasional clicking of buttons. It was too quiet, and although he knew Ritsu valued the peacefulness if he didn’t speak he was probably going to explode.

“Hey Ritsu, I got a proposition for ya.”

The boy in question kept his eyes on screen, the only hint that he had even heard the redhead was the small hum of acknowledgement he made.

“Five races in Mario Kart. Whoever wins gets to draw whatever they want on the loser’s face.”

Not his best plan, but the thought of drawing something hilarious (and probably inappropriate) on the Golden Boy of Salt Middle School amused him more than he cared to admit. He practically vibrated in his spot on the floor, though this wasn’t out of the ordinary considering he could barely sit still in the first place.

However, he clearly wasn’t the only one scheming, as the illuminated screen let him see the corner of Ritsu’s mouth turn up ever so slightly.

“You’re on.”

They choose their characters (Shou chooses Toad, Ritsu picks Luigi) and their karts (something both boys are very serious about, maximizing their potential to work with their characters’ strengths). Shou grins, hunching forward towards the television. He’s ready to kick Ritsu’s ass and have bragging rights for at least the next week, as well as maybe have a photo for him to snicker at whenever he needed it.

Then the races start, and Ritsu annihilates him. Absolutely destroys him. With every green shell that hits Shou at the worst moment, every boost that Ritsu somehow manages to get perfectly, and every time the redhead’s kart flies off the track, Shou’s dreams of embarrassing Ritsu with his epic racing skills fly further and further away from him. He’s astonished really, Mario Kart is HIS game, and while he’s struggling Ritsu still has that calm smirk that Shou can’t wipe off his face despite all his efforts.

At the end, his pride is so battered that he almost forgets his fate, until Ritsu grins triumphantly and turns toward him.

“Alright,” he turns off the game, leaving the home screen as the only light in the room. “Where’s my marker?”

Shit shit shit shit shit and He’s going to draw a dick or something like that and I’m gonna look like an idiot were the two most prominent alarm bells clanging in his head. But he’s not gonna back out, he’s no coward and he’ll take his punishment like a man.

Ritsu stood, silently walking towards his desk as to not wake his parents. Rifling through his drawers, he picks up a brown marker, not as noticeable as black would be, but good enough.

He knelt back down in front of his friend, marker uncapped, twirling it between his fingers.

“What are you gonna draw?”

Ritsu rolled his eyes, flicking Shou on the forehead. “Like I’d tell you. Now close your eyes.”

Although this was normally when Shou would make a snarky comment or a half-hearted protest, this time he did it without hesitation. Bright blue eyes closed, leaving Ritsu free reign to unleash whatever chaos his artistic side was feeling that moment, which was truthfully nothing. He had no clue what he wanted to draw on Shou’s face, because he wasn’t going to do something basic like draw dicks, there was way too much potential to waste it on something like that.

He inspected his canvas, trying to gain some idea of what to do. Then he spotted them. Shou’s freckles.

The young boy has always been fascinated by them, if he was honest. Shou’s heritage made him look completely different than most people in Seasoning City, a physical representation of his out-of-the-box and fiery personality.

He was struck with an idea, and while it wasn’t anything embarrassing or funny, he was gonna have a good time doing it. Leaning in and ignoring the flip flop of his stomach, he pressed the tip of the marker to a freckle on Shou’s left cheek, connecting it to others around, even some on the side of his nose.

Normally, Shou’s mind was running at around 60 miles an hour, chasing and capturing thoughts while some slipped through his fingertips like sand. This time though, it was moving double time, speeding and racing, revolving around one thing.

Ritsu was so close. He can practically feel the boy’s breath on his face. It’s the only thing he could think about, and his mind took the possibilities and made them into a one hundred meter sprint.

He couldn’t stand it, the outside world was so quiet while his mind was buzzing and panicky and loud-

His thoughts, once floating and soaring, plummeted to the ground from the gravity of a hand on his cheek. His eyes snapped open.

“Dude wha-“

“I couldn’t control the marker calm down,” Ritsu deadpanned, oblivious to the other’s crisis due to trying to mask his own. “Now close your eyes, you staring at me while I’m drawing is weird as hell.”

Shou nodded dumbly, for the first time in his life he was completely speechless. His face was rapidly heating to levels he had only felt when his curiosity had led him to touching a candle’s flame when he was young. His heart was thumping so loudly that he was positive Ritsu could hear it and his mind was screaming and Ritsu’s hand was so warm.

He tried to focus on anything other than that stupid hand. The coolness of the floor underneath him, the hushed ticking of the clock in the hallway, the reminder that it’s 1:53 in the morning and he’s never felt more awake in his life, the pins and needles feeling in his legs from kneeling for so long. But nothing worked, because as soon as Ritsu did anything his thoughts focused on him like a moth to light.

Ritsu had moved on from his friend’s cheeks to his nose to just idly doodling on forehead, though his points of reference were quickly disappearing due to Shou’s face and hair becoming the same color. But it didn’t matter, he was almost done, and he didn’t know why that thought disappointed him. As he finished the final line, he tilted his work from side to side, inspecting his art.

It was cute. He’s cute, his inner voice corrected.

“Okay, I’m done.” It came out a whisper, as if he was too nervous to be any louder.

One eye cracked open, then another, and as soon as he saw blue, his breath trapped itself in his throat. Because he realized how close he truly was, inches away from the other’s face, and his cheeks began to burn.

For a moment, neither spoke or move, daring the other to do something. The challenge hung in the air, mingling with the nervousness and excitement that had been there previously.

As if bored of their game, the earth decided to continue its rotation. The clock sounded. It was 2 am, and the trance was broken.

Both boys backed away from each other. The tension was palpable.

“So, uh,” Shou started, very interested in his socked feet. “I guess I need to see what you drew. Hopefully something funny or cool, like a creeper.”

He chuckled in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that permeated the room, and he silently thanked Ritsu for playing along.

“Yeah. It’s nothing crazy but it’s better than dicks.” The black haired boy shrugged, trying to maintain his calm facade when really his stomach was turning cartwheels.

Shou headed towards the bathroom, with Ritsu a few steps behind, making sure to avoid waking anyone up.

As soon as he flicked the light switch, the brightness smacked him in the face with an unforgiving relentlessness, and he groaned. He took a moment, blinking rapidly in order for his eyes to readjust to the stark change.

Once he could finally stand to open his eyes, he took in his reflection. There were no dicks, no creepers, and no words. He leaned in closer, inspecting.

His freckles were connected by brown lines to form various little shapes. Constellations. The Big Dipper on his left cheek, the Little beyond that, going up the side of his nose. Cancer dipped from his forehead to a spot above his eyebrow, and Sagittarius stretched from his right cheek to his ear to above his lip. So many constellations littered his skin, and the spaces not connected by brown were covered with planets, as if Ritsu was determined to leave no part of his face untouched. He was transformed into a miniature universe with something as simple as a marker.

He pulled and tugged at his skin, obsessively checking so he doesn’t miss a single drawing Ritsu had made. Ritsu observed him from the door frame, bouncing from one leg to another and twiddling his thumbs to suppress his nerves.

Ritsu waited. And waited. The seconds seemed to pass like molasses, idly dripping with no intent on gaining speed. Finally, it was too much. He coughed awkwardly, which brought the redhead back to earth.

“What do you think?” His voice cracked on the last word, buzzing with anxiousness.

The redhead looked at him through the mirror, grinning, cheeks a pretty shade of rosy pink.

“‘S cute Ritsu. Didn’t realize my freckles were such an inspiration.” His teasing was lighthearted, poking his cheek.

Ritsu scoffed, crossing his arms. “Well I figured it would be more fun than just writing ‘Fornite sucks’ or something like that.” His aloof attitude was betrayed by his refusal to look Shou in the eye and a blush that was overtaking his face and ears.

A laugh rang out, genuine and pure and happy. Shou was grasping the counter, shoulders shaking. It was contagious, and just like a lot of his actions, his best friend couldn’t resist joining him.

There they stood until their laughs turned to giggles and faded away. Their faces were alight, having laughed more in that moment than either have in a long time.

“We should probably go to bed. It’s late,” Ritsu pointed out. Shou nodded, turning back to his reflection, looking at his galaxy.

“I wanna take a picture of it. It’s really cool,” Shou reached into his pocket, gesturing for Ritsu to get closer.

Opening up his camera, the two grinned for a picture, their cheeks pressed together and Ritsu’s right hand brought up in a peace sign, with Shou’s arm thrown around his shouldner. After taking a few, Shou seemed satisfied, lowering his phone and inspecting the pictures.

Ritsu saw this as a cue to start walking back to his room, reaching to open the bathroom door.

“Wait!” Shou grabbed his sleeve, stopping him. They both looked down his grip, Shou dropping his hand quickly and muttering an apology.

“I want to take another picture. None of them turned out quite right,” his voice was uncharacteristically small, and he was stumbling over his words.

Ritsu raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of mood, but obliged. They returned to their previous pose, Shou opening his phone camera once more.

Shou gulped, mentally preparing himself for what he was going to do next. As he continued taking photos, he stood on his tiptoes (Ritsu still had a good two inches on him, a fact he never lets Shou forget) and pressed his lips to his friend’s cheek. He felt the other boy stiffen, and he quickly pulled away.

“Thanks for the pictures Ritsu I’m gonna go to bed now sorry if I made things weird just don’t mention it haha,” Shou made a quick exit, willing himself not to kick a wall or scream because he was positive he had messed it up and his first real friend had fallen through.

A calloused hand grabbed his own, and now the tables had turned. He stared down at their clasped hands, then back up at Ritsu, and the fact that Ritsu had yet to speak was killing him inside.

Ritsu silently inched closer, not taking his eyes off Shou, clearly focused.

“Dude please don’t beat me up I’m sorry,” Shou stammered, his eyes squeezed shut.

He was prepared for anything really: yelling, shoving, silent animosity, and he was suddenly reminded of his time at Claw in the worst way possible. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was the soft pressure on his forehead.

For the second time that night, his eyes shot open to stare at the esper. He was in complete disbelief.

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked,” Ritsu muttered, embarrassed but still sporting a small smile.

The redhead’s jaw opened and closed, trying to form words but only succeeding in staring. He simply nodded, as his vocal cords were obviously betraying him.

“Let’s go to bed. I’m tired,” Ritsu yawned, tugging their intertwined hands and leading them down the hall. And through his embarrassment and happiness, Shou realized that, as corny as it sounded, their fingers slotted together perfectly.

As they climbed into Ritsu’s bed on opposite sides, allowing sleep to wash over them, Shou realized that this all stemmed from his stupid challenge. He reached up, idly tracing the stars that dotted his face.

Something had changed between the two of them, something they could talk about when the sun was shining. But for right now, each other’s company was enough.

And if they woke up with their fingers intertwined and their bodies much closer than before, they didn’t have to mention it.

#mp100 #ritshou #shouritsu #mp100 ritsu #mp100 shou #mob psycho 100 #two awkward boys with awkward crushes

22 notes · View notes

chipsandwaffles · 6 years

Text

forgetful

Synopsis: You forget Doyoung’s birthday. Member: Doyoung/Reader Word Count: 2,656 Notes: for the sweetest boy in all the land, the cutest bunny boy i’ve ever seen, my favorite guy, doyoung. i hope he has a good birthday and i hope you enjoy this cute fic ^^

You’re half-awake when you hear your phone go off next to you. You’d say it’s way too early for that kind of thing, but you’re almost certain it’s already noon. Your boyfriend isn’t in your bed, and there’s no noise coming from outside your room that your roommate would be causing. You’re sure they’re both at work, and if they were at work, it only meant it was already noon.

Which meant you should probably get up. You couldn’t sleep all day, especially when you probably had things to do today.

Who knows. You’re still half asleep. You’d have to figure out what you had to do after you took a shower and ate. In the meantime, you reach a hand under your pillow, plucking your phone from under it as you yawn. Whoever was texting you probably wanted an answer.

You roll over onto your back and open up your messages, seeing two from your boyfriend, one from your best friend, and another from one of your coworkers. You ignore the other two in favor of your boyfriend, happily opening them up to see what he was saying.

Dododoyoung <3, 12:11 P.M Hey are we doing anything tonight?

Dododoyoung <3, 12:20 P.M Don’t sleep all day without me ;;

You smile and roll out of bed, yawning again as you begin texting Doyoung back. You can barely text as you walk to the kitchen, your message barely coherent as you read it over. You laugh, knowing Doyoung won’t understand it and quickly delete it before setting your phone down. You get together a bowl of cereal as you continue waking up and sit down at your dining table with it, eating slowly in the quiet of your apartment.

It felt like today was going to be a good day. As you get your bearings, you remember it’s your day off, and you could do anything you wanted. You could probably go spend some time window shopping at the mall, maybe bring Doyoung dinner, and then you could go home together and finish watching the drama you started yesterday. Maybe somewhere in between you could pick up a nice dessert for yourself.

Yeah. That sounded like a nice day.

You pick up your phone once more, finally feeling awake enough to properly text Doyoung back.

You, 12:29 P.M I’m gonna pick you up from work when you’re done if that’s okay? I was thinking we can finish the drama we started yesterday but I’m up for anything really if you don’t want to

You’re about to set your phone down when you notice a wallet sitting on the dining table. You smile, shaking your head before texting Doyoung again.

You, 12:29 P.M You left your wallet here loser. Do you need it for anything?

You finish up your cereal while you wait for a text back from Doyoung, heading to the bathroom once you’re done. By the time you’re ready for your shower, he still hasn’t texted you back, so you leave it. Once you were out you’re sure you’d probably get a text back anyways. You set your phone on the sink counter top and hop in the shower so you could finally finish off your late morning.

You’re stepping out of your shower when you hear your phone go off. You quickly wrap your hair in a towel before dying off your hands, picking up your phone right after. Doyoung has finally texted you back and you can’t help the smile that finds its way on your face.

Dododoyoung <3, 12:51 P.M No it’s okay. I’ll wait until later to get it

You, 12:52 P.M Okay :) tell me when you’re out later and I’ll come get you

Dododoyoung <3, 12:52 P.M Okay :) I hope there’s something special planned

You stare at your phone in confusion. Something special? Why would he want something special planned? Today was your day off. There was no way you were going to go out and plan something special for some random day just because Doyoung asked. That was too much, especially when you just wanted to relax at the end of the day.

You quickly text him back before setting your phone on the counter once more and then start getting dressed.

You, 12:53 P.M Pfft yeah right we’re gonna be eating pizza and finishing that drama babe

After a pleasant excursion to the mall, your favorite pizza joint, and a short trip to Doyoung’s favorite bakery, you’re sitting outside NCT’s practice room waiting for them to get out. Apparently they were doing comeback stuff, so you weren’t allowed in, but, you were in good company with your cake so you didn’t mind much.

You happily munch on it as you wait, savoring the delicious taste in your mouth. You’re sure Doyoung was going to like a piece of it too. You weren’t going to originally get him anything considering the bakery tended to be a little pricey, but you were feeling generous today so why the fuck not.

He was going to enjoy it, so you didn’t feel all that bad for your wallet.

“Ohhh, Y/N!” You look up from your cake at the boys leaving the practice room, smiles on their faces as they pass you.

“Hey guys! Any teasers on your comeback for me?” You grin at Mark especially, staring right at him because sometimes, if you were lucky, you could get little tidbits out of him.

“No, no teasers!” You watch as Mark is quickly dragged away from you by Johnny. You pout, but it was probably for the better. Sometimes you just couldn’t get any teasers from them.

“Y/N.” Your thoughts about their comeback immediately dissipate when you hear your favorite voice speaking to you. You look up at Doyoung, seeing a smile on his face and you can’t help but smile back.

“Hey. You’re done, right?” He nods his head, coming to kneel down in front of you. You both lean in until your lips are brushing against each other’s in a sweet kiss, one that makes you want to hurry home so you can kiss even more.

But he quickly pulls away before you can do anything more, and he licks his lips.

“Mmm, are you eating cake?” You nod your head, pointing to the bag next to you.

“I got pizza and stopped at that one bakery you like so much. I’m very prepared to eat a lot and chill out for the rest of the night,” you say. Doyoung looks at you, a frown settling on his face. You don’t like that look at all. “What? Do you want something else?”

He shakes his head. “No it’s just… You don’t have anything else prepared?” You tilt your head in confusion. Why was he on this again?

“No. Should I?” He stares at you with this hard look, one that makes you feel absolutely stupid. You weren’t forgetting anything, were you?

“Is there something special going on today?” Doyoung keep staring, waiting for you to realize what you were forgetting. You frown and quickly take out your phone to look at the date.

Thu, February 1

Your eyes widen almost immediately at seeing the date.

“Oh my god- Doyoung- I’m sorry I didn’t even think about it-

“Wow. That makes me feel really special,” Doyoung says. He moves away from you and stands up. You quickly do the same, grabbing at his hand before he can go anywhere.

“I didn’t even it like that. I’ve been so busy since I got that new job and I was so excited to have a day off I didn’t even…” You sigh and squeeze Doyoung’s hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forgotten your birthday.”

Doyoung shrugs, pulling his hand away from yours. “It’s fine-

“It’s not-

“It is. The guys forgot it was my birthday too, so… It’s whatever.”

Your frown deepens and you reach for Doyoung’s hand once more, grabbing it and pulling him close. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close to you.

“We still got the rest of the day. Let me make it up to you, okay? What do you want to do? Go to a fancy restaurant? See a movie? Go driving around or-

“Nothing,” Doyoung interrupts. He pries your arms away from himself and steps back, shaking his head. You can tell he’s unhappy, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it. “I’m going to go shower. We can just go back to your place when I’m done.”

Doyoung turns around and continues walking down the hallway. You can’t help but feel absolutely shitty as you watch him walk away.

How could you forget your boyfriend’s birthday, especially when you had never forgotten it before? Was it just routine at this point after being together for so long that it didn’t even occur to you? You sigh, and quickly open up your messages. Whatever it was, you couldn’t continue being shitty. You weren’t going to be able to do much, but you’re sure anything would get Doyoung’s spirits up.

Besides, you could make it up to him for real later.

You, 5:11 P.M Were you guys doing anything for doyoung’s birthday??

Johnny Boy, 5:12 P.M yeah taeyong and yuta are preparing stuff right now in the practice room. Why?

You, 5:12 P.M Okay great. I need to go home and prepare some stuff myself so could you drop him off at my place afterwards??

Johnny Boy, 5:12 P.M Of course

You, 5:12 P.M Thank you you’re the best

You quickly pocket your phone and grab your things before heading down the hallway. You had to prepare a surprise at least for Doyoung’s birthday. It was better than letting him think you didn’t care or something.

You’re exhausted by the time you’re done with your surprise preparations. You had rushed to the bakery to buy even more cake, something your wallet would definitely never forget, then you had gone to a party store to buy balloons to make it seem like you had it a little bit together, and then you had rushed around your apartment looking for a gift for Doyoung. You practically tore up your room just looking for it.

Once you found it, you did your best to wrap it up and place it next to the cake before taking a moment a to relax. The rush of everything really had left you with little energy, but you needed some of it back if you were going to spend the rest of the night with Doyoung.

It was going to go fine. Doyoung was going to be happy on his birthday. That��s what he deserved after all.

You sigh and stare at the cake on the table, your eyes wandering to the gift a moment later. It was a gift you were planning on giving to him for your anniversary, but, this was an emergency. Giving it to him early wasn’t going to kill anything anyways.

You just hoped this was enough to cheer him up.

Suddenly, you hear the door to your apartment open. You quickly grab a party popper you had bought and run to the door. You pop it before the person on the other side is even halfway in, and they yell in surprise.

“Y/N-! What the hell?!” You laugh awkwardly at Doyoung, watching as confetti rains down on him.

“Happy birthday!” You try. Doyoung sighs, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind him.

“It’s okay that you forgot, Y/N-

“I didn’t!” You step forward and grab Doyoung’s hand, leading him into the kitchen. The balloons you bought are sitting by the table on either side, and the cake is lit with candles, finishing off the surprise nicely.

“See? I have balloons and cake and there’s even a present.”

Doyoung looks at you, rolling his eyes. “I don’t believe you for a second.”

You frown but give in anyways. There was no use lying to him. Doyoung knew you too well.

“Okay, fine. I forgot and I feel super bad. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that… I don’t know. Please don’t be mad? I bought you your favorite cake and I really do have a gift. And we can enjoy pizza and do whatever else you want.”

Doyoung finally cracks a smile and he pulls you in for a hug. You’re surprised for a moment but hug back as well. If he was hugging you, that definitely didn’t mean he was mad at you.

“Thank you,” he says.

“You’re not upset, right? I don’t want you to be upset. Especially on your birthday. I’ll make it up to you for real for real another time but for right now, this is all I have,” you say. Doyoung pulls away and presses a kiss to your lips, his smile soft as he looks at you.

“I’m happy you went to the trouble of trying to make up for it. This is… better than nothing.” You roll your eyes and take his hand, leading him over to the table.

“This is definitely better than nothing. I mean, don’t you see this cake? It’s going to last an entire week,” you say.

“That sounds great. Sing me happy birthday now, will you?” You do as Doyoung asks, clapping your hands as you recite the happy birthday song to him. Once you’re done, he closes his eyes and blows out his candles. Together, you take off the candles from the cake and Doyoung cuts it up, handing off a piece to you. He gets a piece for himself after and you sit at the table together, eating the cake.

“Good, right?” You ask. He nods his head and picks up the gift you got him.

“So good. What’s in here?”

“Open it up and you’ll see,” you say. Doyoung looks between his cake and the present and you laugh, shaking your head. “Finish your cake and then open it up.”

Doyoung quickly finishes his cake, setting a second piece on his plate before focusing on your gift. You watch as he rips open the shitty wrapping paper, the small box the only thing left in his hands when he’s done. Your leg bounces nervously as you look at him. You really hoped he liked it. If he didn’t, you’re not sure what you’d do.

You hold your breath as he opens the box and his eyes widen at what’s inside.

“Do you like it?” You squeak out. Doyoung looks up at you, down to the box, and then up at you once more.

“Y/N, these are- they must’ve cost so much,” Doyoung says. You shrug, your eyes on the box.

“You kept talking about them and you had the page bookmarked on your phone- I thought it’d be a good gift to get you. You’re always spending so much on me, I thought it’d be nice of me to spend so much on you too.

“Do you like it?” You ask again. Doyoung nods at you, his smile big as he takes the gift from the box. It’s kind of simple, really, just customized in-ear’s that Doyoung had been looking at since Christmas. You know he was never going to buy them, and, you had extra money from your old job, so you decided to buy him them instead.

It would’ve been a great anniversary gift, but, you’re pretty sure it’s better as a birthday present, especially for this birthday.

“Y/N, these are… Fuck, I love you,” he says. You’re suddenly being kissed, Doyoung’s lips pressing against yours a little more loving than you were expecting tonight. You don’t mind though. This was good.

When you pull away, Doyoung is still smiling.

“Does that make up for forgetting about your birthday?” You ask. Doyoung nods, leaning in again to kiss you once more.

You were right. Today was a good day.

#kim doyoung scenarios #kim doyoung imagines #nct scenarios #Doyoung Scenarios #doyoung imagines #nct imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct fanfic #sheep writes #happydoyoungday #i was highkey lazy and didn't want to make a gif #but it's okay i wrote almost 3k of a brand new fic just for his birthday #like wt fuck me

100 notes · View notes

fruitpunchninja101 · 6 years

Text

Perks of Coincidences (Ch. 3) Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Humor / Romance

Check out Chapter1 Chapter 2

Hange watched Levi pedal away till he disappeared through the dark streets.She took a deep breath and looked up the night sky.

"Cirrostratus 18,000 feet."She whispered under her breath.

Identifying the type of clouds and estimating their altitude is a game she used to play with her dad when she was a child.For some unknown reason recent events had Hange thinking about her father.Its been four months since she last saw him.And truthfully, its wasn't a pleasant ordeal for her.The thought about paying him a visit grazed her mind but she automatically dismissed the thought and started walking towards the house.As she opened the door both her friends turned their heads towards her sporting a cheshire cat grin.

"Welcome back four eyes"Rico greeted her.

"You cant call me that.Youre wearing glasses too."Hange said ponting at Rico's glasses.

"Oooh so its an exclusive nickname huh?"Nanaba teased and gulped the remaining wine on her glass."Did he ask for your number?"The blonde continued.

"Who?"The brunette replied while she settled on the floor.

"The ring guy!The four eyes dude!"Rico turned her head towards Nanaba "Whats his name?"

"Levi"The blonde answered lazily and poured her self another glass of wine.

"Why would he ask for it?" Hange absent mindedly replied as she stuffed her face with pizza.

"Oh Hange you're not gonna get laid hoeing like that"Rico rolled her eyes as Nanaba laughed.

"Hoe-ing?"The brunette tilted her head to the side and raised her brow.Sometimes her friends terminologies go above her head.

"Don't you like to get to know him?Hes a pretty interesting dude."The blonde asked.

"I dont know?Maybe?he does seem like an interesting guy."The brunette non chalantly responded while she reached for a glass of wine.

Nanaba sighed in frustration."Just tell us how you guys found my ring."

The rest of the night was spent explaining what happened at the fun emporium.

A week passed after the ball pit incident and Levi hasn't returned her bike.Not that she minded.She didnt really needed the bike back immediately. Hange stood by the university garden staring at the skies.The sky was blue, only sporting a few wisps of white clouds thats lazily drifting.Its a perfect day for a picnic,It would be a waste to spend her lunch break cooped up inide the cafeteria.The brunette did not waste any time and headed to the school rooftop to eat her lunch.Her breath was heaving as she got to the last flight of stairs and mentally noted that she should use her gym membership.When she got to the top she sat on the concrete floor and started unpacking her paper bag.A piece of pink neon post it caught her attention.

Hanginger!We made chicken pesto sandwich for you!For fudge sake,FINISH ALL OF IT!

-Nanabanana & Ricoconut

Hange smiled.Shes lucky to have Rico and Nanaba by her side.Its not everyday you find friends like them.She folded the little neon post it and slid it inside the slip pocket of her satchel and pulled out her old and worn out copy of Dark Tower. She sat on her bottom with legs crossed over her heels.Unphased by the warm concrete,she started reading and she took a bite out of her sandwich.Moments later,she heard the door open revealing a young redheaded girl.Hange was certain the kid almost broke the door when she flew into the room.Shes breathing hard,one of her pig tails were loose and her right cheek were swollen red.Hange stood up and made her way towards the troubled kid.

"Isabel!You bitch!Come back here!" Three girls appeared behind her.

The kid hid behind Hange.Her hands balled into fist as she grabbed unto her labcoat.

"M-Ms.Zoe"One of the bullies recognized her.

Hange didnt pay attention to three girls who stood across them.Instead she took the kid by the chin and examined her cheek."Did they do this to you?"

The girl didnot respond and evaded her look.

"Shes a fucking liar!"one of the bullies shouted. "Ms.Zoe!Dont let her fool y-"The girl was cut off. Isabel raised her head and looked at the brunettes face.Isabel almost trembled when she saw the most livid and intimidating glare shes seen in her life.The girls had their colors drained from their faces. "Apologize to her"Hange calmly not breaking her stare. "W-why would we do that?"One of the girls folded her arms across her chest as if challenging Hange.Her voice still trembling but trying her best to look confident.

"Look,theres two ways we can go about this.We can escalate this situation and call the diciplinary department.Which I guarantee wont end well...or you three can apologize and leave her alone."The brunette's tone sounded with finality.

The trio looked at each other and eventually decided to follow the brunette's demand.

"S-sorry."Says the leader of the trio.

Hanges blinked her livid expression and was replaced by a happy smile.

"That's not so hard is it?Now you three go and enjoy your lunch break."Making a shoo-ing gesture. They didn't have to be told twice and bolted out of the rooftop. Hange turned her attention to the red head who now released her tight grip on her labcoat.She placed a firm hand on her shoulder and crouched a little to meet her eyes.

"Hey,I'm Hange!Whats your name?"

"Isabel M-Magnolia"Still evading the brunettes gaze.

"Nice to meet you Isabel!Lets fix you up...do you have any spare hair ties?"

Hange immediately regretted offering to fix Isabel's hair.She was never good in the hair department but she did try her best.Isabel was working on an assignment as the brunette desperately struggled to fix her pigtails.

"If you dont mind me asking,Why are those girls are after you?"Hange asked as she tried to brush the tangled ends of Isabel's hair.

"That just how bullies are.They prey on the weak and unpopular kids."

"That may be so,but that doesn't mean you have to go through it alone."Hange had her own fair share of bullies before.God knows what she would've done she didnt found Nanaba and Rico."If those girls comes back,you tell me okay?" Hange twisted the hair ties for the last time "Aaand were done!"The brunette announced.Isabel touched her hair trying to figure out how it looks like.She knows The brunette tied her hair a little askewd but it doesn't matter.This woman saved her.

"T-thank you"

"No prob-"Hange's eyes drifted off to the paper Isabel's holding."Is that a chemistry assignment?" Immediately Isabel pressed the paper on her chest hiding her work.She was very bad at chemistry and shes not about to humiliate herself infront of a professor. "Its okay,Let me see..."Hange gently pried off Isabels tight grip on her paper. "Which one are you having trouble with?"Reluctantly,Isabel pointed on question number 4. "Oh!This one?You see,Iodine atoms have 53 electrons and the shell structure is 2.8.18.18.7.You also forgot to indicate the ground state electron configuration of ground state gaseous neutral iodine is Kr 4d10.5s2.5p5 and the term symbol is 2P3/2." "You know that at the top of your head?" "I can teach you if you want." "You would?Really?I'll ask my uncle if he'd shell out cash for your tutoring services" "Oh no!You dont have to pay me...I just want to help you" "Why?" "Because thats what friends do silly!"Hange ruffled her hair and pushed her self up the floor and started packing up her stuff. "I got to go,I have a class in 5 minutes...Here take this"She offered a pack of twizzlers.Isabel hesitated to take the pack of sweets but hange placed it on her hands and patted her hair.

"If you want,we can eat lunch here again tomorrow."

Hange patted the girls shoulder one last time and started running.Leaving the young woman blushing, overwhelmed by the kindness the brunette showed her.

Levi didnt leave France because he had to.He left because he needs to.His mother suffered a severe mental condition and after years of battling with it she took her own life a few months ago.Levi knows he had to get out of the city and start anew.He cant bear the sight of the restaurants they use to go and the city his mother loved so much.Its a constant reminder of his failure to help her.Abandoning the life he's accustomed wasnt easy either.He is an esteemed tea broker in France and many companies,microbrewers and restaurant owners were deeply upset of his desicion on leaving the country.But he knows he has to leave for his sanity. So here he was,back in his fathers town where he spent a good amount of his childhood summers with his uncle and adoptive niece.Levi sat on his porch drinking tea and his gaze drifted to a teal bike rested against the wall.Its been a week,he should probably return that.

"Big bro!"

He turned his head towards his red headed niece who has running towards him with a wide smile plastered across her face.Levi put down his teacup back on the table and braced himself for an incoming hug from Isabel.

"Someone looks happy today.What happened?"Levi sounding almost sarcastic despite his genuine interest and ruffled Isabel's hair.

"This!"She lifted a pack of twizzlers out of her bag practically shoving it to his face."I just made a friend today."She added as she clung on his neck.

"What kind of friend bribes people with that awful snack."Slightly pushing the package away from his face.

"Oh dont be like that!Shes really nice,she even helped me with my..."Isabel trailed off and her hug losened when the teal bike caught her eye "When did you buy that?"

"Its not mine"Levi lifted his cup in the manner he's accustomed to and sipped his tea.

"You stole it?"Levi slowly turned his head towards his niece and gave her a look of disgust and disbelief."Why the fuck would I steal a bike?"

"I don't know...Did you borrow it?"Isabel inspected the bike.

"Yes,is there a problem with that?"The raven haired man continued sipping his tea.

"its not your type of color."Isabel shot him an iquisitive look.

"And what do you know exactly about my type of color?"avoiding her gaze.

"Well,it looks too feminine..."Slowly,Isabel's confused expression slowly turned to a mischievous grin "Say big bro,did you borrow this from a...girl?"Levi ignored her and continued drinking his tea.

"is she pretty?"Isabel added as she teasingly poked his shoulders.

Levi almost choked on his drink."Jeez Isabel!What is wrong with you"Sounding almost offended.

"Oh my god!So it is a woman!Youre blushing!"Pointing on his face.

Levi knows for a fact that he is not blushing.Isabel had this weird fixation on his personal affairs but somehow shes being extra giddy because of this new found friend she had.Honestly,he is not in the mood to deal with this.Huffing exasperatedly,he stood up.

"Thats it.I'm getting rid of this shit."

"Calm down!No need to be defensive."Isabel giggled and continued teasing Levi.

"Get yourself cleaned up..and fix your goddamn pigtails!Its allover the place"

Ignoring the crude comment of his uncle she stood up and started walikng towards the front door "Say hi to the bike lady for me !" she gleefuly added before she went inside.

Rico was binge watching Stranger Things when she heard the doorbell ring.Shes too comfortable to stand up.She ignored it,hoping that whoever is at the door would eventually leave.Usually its just packages that Hange orders online and was usually left at the doorstep by the delivery service. It wasn't long until the ringing turned violent and she cant focus on what shes watching.

"Yeah!yeah! I can hear you calm down"She pushed herself out of the sofa and walked towards the door.

A familiar short raven haired man stood infront of her.

"Oh,its you!The ring guy?Hange's not here..."

"I just want to return that"Levi mentioned plainly and pointed at the bike parked on their lawn.

"Oh?Okay,Just leave that right there.I'll tell her you came by"

Levi nodded ever so slightly acknowledging Rico's statement and started walking away.

Rico stared at the man and thought about Hange.Shes been through 6 dates now.Well 7 if you count that failed one she had with a stranger.Maybe she can do something to help her friend a little bit.

"Hey!"The silver haired woman shouted.

Levi stopped on his tracks and looked at her over his shoulders.

"Do you want her number?"Rico offered.

"No,That wont be necessary."He turned his back to her and continued walking away.

~He's leaving Rico do something...anything!

"I-Its courtesy to text her that you've returned her stuff.You should at least thank her or something."Once again Levi stopped on his tracks and turned towards her.He gave her a look which she cant place if confusion or just down right irritation."Give me a minute."Rico ran inside the house and came back holding a pen writing something on a pad of post it."Here"

Levi simply stared at the piece of paper.

"Just take it"

Sighing,he unenthusiastically took the piece of paper and left.

~Does all of her friends have to be this pushy?

"You're welcome"Rico sarcastically yelled as she watched the man walk away.

Levi sat on the dining room staring at the piece of paper laid on the table the silver haired girl gave him.He doubts that theres this rule that you should inform people that you've returned their stuff.He already returned her bike whats there to say?He pulled out his phone from his pocket and started typing

'Hey four eyes I already returned your bike.Thank you'.

Before he can hit send ,Isabel peered behind him. "Whats that?" Levi almost jumped from the redhead's sudden appearance.Immediately,he pocketed his phone, reached for the paper crumpled it and hid it behind his back.If Isabel realizes that he has the number of "The Bike Lady" hell never hear the end of it from her.

"How many times do I have to remind you not to sneak up on me like that?"Levi scolded his niece.

"I didnt sneak up on you,youre just spacing out...what've you got there?"

"Nothing just some tea names.Arent you supposed to be studying?"

"I am!im just taking a break."Isabel pulled out the chair beside Levi and took a seat. "Big bro,Ive been meaning to tell you something.Im failing miserably with chemistery and my friend offered to tutor me." "How much?"Levi stood up and started walking towards the fridge. "She says shell do it for free...She said that what friends do." "She refused payment?"Opening the fridge door,and reached for a bottle of water. "Yeah,shes nice like that!" Levi was meaning to say something along the lines of her friend might be a weirdo and hes not keen to inviting strangers to their house but he restrained himself.Judging by the way Isabel praises her, she must be a wonderful kid.So he reserved his judgement until he meets this friend. "Alright,When do you start?"He opened the bottle and started drinking water. "By next week probably."Isabel stood up ,streched and shook her head trying to wake herself up."Did you get to see the Bike Lady?"

"No."

"Is that so?Don't forget to thank her the next time you meet.You have a bad habit of forgetting to thank people.Good night big bro!"Isabel gave him a quick hug and went upstairs.

He opened the fridge door one more time to return the unfinished bottle of water.The pack of twizzlers Isabel brought home earlier caught his eye.He took a piece and bit one end letting it dissolve,while letting the other end hang out on his mouth.

~Why am I even overthinking this.

Levi fished his phone out of his pocket and hit send.

#levihan #levihanfanfiction #levi x hanji #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

11 notes · View notes

the-chameleon-art · 6 years

Text

Happy holidays, my dear @forever-is-my-promise-to-you. Here’s my @dwsecretsanta present for you! I hope you like it <3

Ao3

The Last Week of School

Monday, 7:27 AM

That morning the staff room of Coal Hill School was so quiet you could hear a needle drop. Most of the teachers hadn’t arrived yet and the rest was peacefully getting the last minutes of sleep before the day started.

The loud bang of a bag hitting the table top didn’t even make some of them stir.

„Rose, dear, what have you got in there? Bricks?“ Jack peered intrigued at the bag trying to deduct its content. „Well, it definitely feels like it,“ Rose replied a little bit out of breath. „No, these are just a few holiday presents.“

„Presents? Oh Rosie, you shouldn’t have,“ Jack went to grab the bag only to have Rose snatch it back. „For everybody,“ Rose simply added as if Jack hadn’t even said something in the first place. „That’s good, seeing that I’m proudly part of everybody,“ Jack proclaimed with his signature smile. He seemed very pleased with himself as he held out his hand to receive a gift.

„Wait, does that mean that he’s also getting a present?“ Jack’s smile turned into a devious grin Rose didn’t like one bit. She groaned in response. „Yes. I couldn’t exact not give him one while giving everyone else something,“ With that she handed Jack a small, wrapped package which he practically ripped open the second it touched his palm.

„You know, I really don’t understand how you can’t like him. I mean have you seen his hair? Gorgeous. He’s a big, walking flirt. Everyone loves him. He always travels around the world during holiday breaks, did you know that? Always to places where people need help. I heard he once lead a caravan of camels loaded with litres of water to desolated villages in desperate need for it,“ Jack nibbled at the chocolate he’d found in the package.

Rose just shrugged „He’s infuriating. Everybody’s blue-eyed boy. Don’t you remember his first day?“

„Rose, you’re being overdramatic, honey.“ Jack finished his chocolate and went over to his desk. „Don’t forget that the Brig is going to make an announcement for tomorrow’s school excursion before the lessons starts,“ he looked up again and Rose noticed that his focus shifted to something besides her. And that bloody grin returned to his face.

„Hiya, Doc. You know one of these days I’m gonna get you show me what you put into your hair because even though you wear that helmet it still looks like you’ve styled it just a few seconds ago.“ Rose rolled her eyes. „He’s probably been here for hours curling his hair.“

„Ah, Tyler. Didn’t see you there,“ John Smith glanced at the bag still sitting on the table. „What’s this? You packing your stuff? Has a miracle happened?“

„Don’t worry, Smith. If I would leave, you’d be the first to know.“ Rose looked into his eyes defiantly. „Oh, I’m counting on that. See you later, Jack,“ Smith moved past them and disappeared into the growing crowd of teachers arriving.

Monday, 7:53 AM

„Also some additionally information; as some out you might know last night some sort of teacher ranking has been posted online. I know I don’t have to remind everybody, but just to make sure everyone’s getting this; Don’t let this interfere with your work ethic. It’s been posted by some students and we’re working to find out who did it. In the meantime just continue as normal. And now we move on to some basics for the school excursion…“ Headmaster Lethbridge-Stewart started talking about safety risks when Rose turned around to face Donna. „What teacher ranking?“ „You haven’t seen it yet? You’re in for a surprise,“ she pulled out her phone and with a few clicks opened a website.

„Here, take a look.“ Rose scrolled through the list of grades until she reached some typical American yearbook questions. Hottest teacher, most likely to, etc. When she finally found her name she had to make a double take. „Most likely to end up together? With John Smith? Are you kidding me?!“ She hissed at Donna. The only response she got back was a big smile.

„Ms Tyler. If you’d be so kind to pay attention seeing that it concerns you too.“ Rose could hear someone snicker near to her and she was pretty sure it was Smith. „Yes, sir,“ she shifted on her chair.

„As I was saying,“ Lethbridge-Stewart continued. „Sadly Mr. Sullivan has called in sick for at least three days which means there have to been made a small rearrangement for tomorrow’s excursion: Ms. Tyler takes over Sullivan’s spot and teams up with Mr. Smith. You two’ll have time to go over the details. That seems to be all for today. Success and please don’t cause any major incidents.“

Slowly the room emptied while Rose continued to glare at the table.

„Well, at least you didn’t really end up with him together.“ Donna tried to cheer her up. Looking up she saw John stare at her from across the room with an unreadable expression. Then he suddenly stood up and walked out of the staff room.

„Can’t change it now. Guess I just have to live with it. It’s going to be one day, right. What harm can it do?“ Rose shrugged and went to grab her sportswear. There were students waiting for her.

Monday, 8:16 AM

„You did this, didn’t you? Well, if you wanted to do something with me so desperately you should have said so.“ Smith leaned against her table. Rose had just given out nearly all of her presents. The only one left was for the person currently watching her like a cat that just ate a canary. „‘Scuse me? Are you implying something?“ She shot him a short glance.

„Not at all. What’s that?“ John pointed at the present she had been holding close to her chest. „Holiday gifts for the staff,“ She replied.

„A little small for the entire staff. Mind that the most important things in life turn out to be incredibly small. Are those Jelly babies?“ He proceeded to grab a handful out of Rose’s bag. With a small jump he almost was off again. „It’s for you.“ Rose simply said, still confused by his change of topic.

„For me?“ Rose shoved it into his hands.

„Don’t look so smug.“ She turned around quickly and left.

„Thank you, Rose,“ John said quietly to an empty space.

Monday, 3:41 PM

„Smith, we have to make plans.“

John looked up from his papers. „Look, if we’re going to make this work you might as well start calling me Doctor like everybody else,“ Rose just looked at him annoyed. „I’m being serious. Seeing that Sullivan and you already discussed the basics helps a bit but like the Brig said, we still need to talk about specifics. Like what we’re gonna do if students injure themselves?“

„Rose, we’re going to an art gallery. They might get dizzy because of an Escher or they’re legs turn jelly from looking at a Dali but they’re not going to get deadly injuries. Relax.“ He said it with so much confidence Rose almost felt at ease. John started to work on his papers again „Now, do you know if this is supposed to be a lambda or an h? And like I said, The Doctor will do.“

„Isn’t that name a bit pretentious?“

„P-pretentious?“ Ah, that got his attention. „I’ll have you know, Ms. Tyler, I worked very hard to get that title. I think. It’s all a bit hazy actually. I have to ask Romana about that. Which reminds me of a funny story which happened to me off the coast of Java.“ And there it was gone again. As John continued to talk about how he and a few rebels once boarded a ship in the Indian Ocean to save a small island Rose sighed. This was going to end badly.

Tuesday, 2:39 PM

It had in fact ended badly. Not as dramatic as Rose had thought but close.

„Oh, come on, Rose. I couldn’t have done anything about the art gallery paying thousands for a fake. So technically it’s not my fault.“ Smith tried to talk to her.

„Not your fault? Smith, you still managed to get us into a holding cell. Did you have to call the curator a moron for not noticing?“ Rose retorted. „Let’s be honest, it really was very obvious.“ John shot back.

„And can you explain to me why you had to try to prove it was fake by tearing the painting? I don’t even want to start about what you said to the police officer in front of the students.“ She let her head fall against the wall. „You always manage to get others into trouble for things you did. I can’t understand how everyone seems to trust you so quickly. Do you’re always wrap them around your little fingers with your charms and looks. Like seriously, do you sleep with curlers? What’s up with your hair, Smith?“

„Doctor“ John interjected.

„What?“ Rose snapped.

„Doctor,“ Smith repeated. „Could you please call me Doctor instead of Smith?“

„Why? I think you’re full of yourself when you call yourself that.“ She kicked a pebble across the room.

„I never liked it. Smith. Always felt wrong. Also I think we’re passed the phase of addressing ourselves with surnames.“ Rose stayed silent after that.

„Why do you hate me, Rose?“ The Doctor asked out off the blue.

Rose looked into his eyes and noticed for the first time how bright they were. „I don’t really think I hate you. To be honest, I don’t even remember what started us fighting half of the time. It just kind of happened.“

„Do you think, that maybe we could start over? We could go on one of my adventures,“ His eyes sparked hopefully.

Rose thought it over for a second. „Tell you what, when you get us out of this cell I’ll consider it.“

„Nothing simpler than that.“ The Doctor jumped up and went over to the door.

Rose blinked. „Why didn’t you do that from the start then?“ She shouted after him.

Friday, 3:24 PM

The rest of the week proceeded like nothing had ever happened. The rumors that something indecent happened in that holding cell circulated in the school so much that even fellow teacher started to speculate as well. Rose just tried to ignore it. Donna had been on her back for days and Jack simply gave a knowing grin.

She hadn’t talked to The Doctor. The last time she’d seen him was when Lethbridge-Stewart reprimanded them for the scene they made in the art gallery. „I hope he didn’t get fired,“ She had told Jack and could have kicked herself at the exact moment those words left her mouth. ‘Yes,‘ she admitted to herself. ‘You started to care about him.‘

„I hope you got all that down. I know it’s the last day of school before the Christmas holidays start but I can assure you that this is going to be important for the exam,“ The school bell rang and Rose started to clear the blackboard. „Happy holidays!“

Some girls started to giggle as they passed her on the way outside and Rose turned to the door. There he was. The Doctor stood there dressed completely in motorcycle gear.

„Hey,“ He smiled. Rose smiled back. „Where have you been?“ She stepped closer and studied his face. „And what have you done to your hair?“ He had cut it. It was shorter and less curly. „I had to make some preparations. Don’t you like the hair? I needed it shorter for the holiday break,“ His smile widened. „Rose Tyler, how do feel about a little adventure?“

Rose looked at him incredulous. „I-I need to pack.“

„That’s a yes, then?“ He chuckled. Rose agreed. „Yeah, let’s do it.“

The Doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

„We’ll take the Tardis. That’s my motorcycle. Trusty old thing. Never let me down. Funny story how I got her actually. It all started in a little junkyard actually not that far from here….“

The End

#doctor who #dwsecretsanta #doctor x rose #forever-is-my-promise-to-you #eighth doctor #rose tyler #fanfic #My writing

3 notes · View notes

queen-scribbles · 7 years

Note

I'd be very curious to see what you come up with for T. An obscure AU - for Tavi/Aloth!

I’m v dangerous with AUs because I start dreaming up ideas and I can’t stop. xD But most of them aren’t technically obscure(Mass Effect, AtLA, etc) soooo

Stargate: Atlantis it is. :DDD (close second: Pushing Daisies)

(disclaimer: it’s been a couple years since I last watched SG:A, so i may be fuzzy on lore). Also, this is not minific. it’s 1700 words, this sucker’s a full on fic. Might cross post it to AO3.

This was shit, it was all shit.

Tavi dove behind a boulder, her back slamming into the hard comfort of stone as a blast winged off the top of her hiding place. She tried to catch her breath and took a moment to check the power pack in her pistol. 53% Straining her ears for any sound of her Hunters, she contemplated the risks of swapping out now versus later, possibly under much more dire circumstances. The Wraith had apparently gotten tired of her eluding them and had herded her to a planet with next to no decent cover and far too many open spaces. Ideal for the hunters, not the prey. Especially when the prey had started hunting back.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, and swapped out the power packs. After the new one clicked into place, she slid the old one into a slot on her belt to recharge. It wasn’t worth the risk to wait. Especially since gods only knew when she’d next find cover, and she could hear the soft crunching footsteps of several big someones trying to walk quietly on gravelly terrain. Tavi took a deep breath, settled her grip on the pistol’s hilt, and waited, counting steps until the trio of Hunters were mere feet from her hiding place. With one final deep breath, she pushed herself to her feet, pivoting to rain hellfire on the Wraith hunting her.

Apparently no one had warned this particular trio just how dangerous their quarry was. She took them completely by surprise, the first blast of her pistol taking off the whole side of the first Wraith’s head. He fell with a shrieking groan and twitched for a second or two before going still, black blood soaking the dusty ground.

His partners recovered quickly, one of them getting off a lucky–or skilled–shot that hit the heel of her hand and threw her pistol out of her grasp and out of reach. Tavi hissed an obscenity and let out a wordless scream of rage as she reached for her salvage blade. Even as her fingers curled around the hilt, one of the Wraith lurched forward, howling in pain as the echo of something unfamiliar but unmistakably weaponry hung in the air.

Tavi took advantage of the distraction–and unexpected help–and dove for her pistol instead. A pair of energy blasts pocked the ground inches from her outstretched arm, but she ignored them. Her fingers closed around the pistol grip and she swung around and fired. She didn’t have time to aim, but then, this gun you didn’t really need to aim. She blew a hole in the second Wraith’s chest as the third was riddled with shots from her unexpected back-up.

Finally feeling the pain in her wrist, Tavi switched the gun to her other hand as she scrabbled back to her feet and turned her attention to the newcomers. They weren’t Wraith, that much was obvious–though the shortest of the three was pale enough he could probably pass with hair dye and a helmet to hide those piercing blue eyes–but not all kith could be trusted. Some worshiped the Wraith, some were too worried about their own skins, and she hadn’t survived this long by being naive.

“Who’re you?” she demanded of the apparent leader, a scruffy blond holding a rifle. He was aiming it at the ground, but his finger still lightly rested on the trigger. They weren’t idiots, whoever they were.

“Teylecg,” he said, dipping his head in a nod of greeting. “But you can call me Edér. This is Corfiser-” a nod toward the shorter man, who she couldn’t help but notice hadn’t even drawn a weapon- “and Pallegina.” A nod toward the woman who stood on his other side, feathers interspersed in her short dark hair and trailing around her eyes, loosely holding a long-barreled pistol. “And you?”

“Tavi.” She shook hair back out of her eyes. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“They are part of an expedition inhabiting the city of Atlantis,” Pallegina spoke up, holstering her weapon. “And I am an ally of theirs. We are exploring, looking for resources and more allies. What about you?”

“Runnin’,” Tavi replied with a dark grin, letting her gun hang loosely at her side. “Just runnin’. S’all I got left.”

“Wanna join us?” Edér drawled. He slung his rifle to rest across his back and gave her a warm, slightly crooked, smile. “Can’t promise how good the pay’ll be, but you could stop runnin’, we could help each other.”

She felt an extra edge creep into her smile as she shook her head. “ ‘Preciate the offer, but that’s prob’ly not a good idea.”

Edér didn’t push, didn’t even ask her reasons, which was a bit of a surprise. “Suit yourself. Can we at least help ya with your hand?”

Tavi glanced down at the raw energy burn across her wrist and the heel of her hand. it stung pretty bad, and on a dustball planet that was pretty much all dirt and rocks with no real civilization to speak of, it would be wise to avoid infection or the Wraith wouldn’t have to kill her. “Sure. Go right ahead.” She slipped her pistol into its holster but left the strap undone.

“Alright, then,” Edér said, stepping to the side. “Corfiser, you’re up. We’ll make sure no one crashes the party ‘til you’re done.” He and Pallegina pulled out their weapons and took up guard positions.

“Greatly appreciated,” Corfiser said dryly. “You realize I’m hardly the best at this, yes?”

“Yeah, but since Doc decided not to come this trip, you’re the best we’ve got,” Edér rejoined, not taking his eyes off their surroundings. “Which means you’re up.”

Tavi instinctively flinched, fingers twitching toward her gun, as Corfiser unslung his knapsack and reached inside it. “Sorry,” she muttered when he gave her a Really? look as he pulled out a medical kit. “Old habits an’ all.”

“I understand,” he said, hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He motioned for her to sit on a nearby flat rock and she obliged. “Still, it must be tiring, never trusting anyone.”

“It is,” she admitted, folding her legs up crisscross and holding out her hand, resting her arm against her knee. He sat next to her and unzipped the kit. “Lonely sometimes, too.”

“Then why do it?” he asked, pulling out the necessary supplies.

Tavi laughed cynically, huffed a loose wisp of hair back toward her ragged ponytail. “Like I told your boss, Corfiser-”

“Aloth will do,” he cut her off. He unscrewed the lid of the small bottle he held and trickled a bit of the clear liquid inside over her wound. It stung. A lot.

Tavi yelped and almost jerked her hand free of his grasp. He was stronger than he looked and managed to hold her still, but just barely. “What in the Four Hells is that?!”

“It’s a disinfectant,” Aloth said calmly, watching the clear liquid dribble from her wound down over his fingers. “There’s a lot of dirt and dust on this planet; do you want this to get infected?”

“No,” she grumbled, forcing herself to relax in his loose grip.

“Then hold still.”

“It hurts.”

“That’s how you know it’s working,” he explained patiently, with just a little wry humor in his voice.

Tavi snorted a laugh. “Anyway. Like I told your boss, Aloth, us joining forces, prob’ly not a good idea.”

“Why not?” Aloth probed, gently pressing a soft white square of fabric over her wound and binding it in place with the long roll of gauze. “Seems ideal to me; you’re clearly skilled-” he nodded toward the knife tucked in her belt- “and we could protect you from… whatever you’re running from.”

She grinned sardonically and started ticking points off on the fingers of her good hand. “I can take care of myself, I get into plenty of trouble on my own, I don’t need t’ be worryin’ about other people, aaaand rather than bein’ protected I’d prob’ly get all of ya killed.”

He finished tying off the bandages and gave her a skeptical look. “I rather doubt that.”

Tavi raised an eyebrow. “Rather doubt that? You sound like an educated big-city type.”

Aloth shrugged, unperturbed by her friendly needling. “Perhaps I am.”

“Well, city slicker, doubt it all ya want. Won’t make it less true.” She flexed her fingers, then her wrist, to test the injury’s range of motion. “Good job.”

“Thank you.” He didn’t let go of her hand, instead looking at her intently. “We can take you somewhere the Wraith–or whoever’s hunting you–won’t find you.”

Tavi let out a cynical bark of laughter. “I rather doubt that.”

Aloth barely twitched an eyebrow at her reversal of his skepticism. “Why?”

In answer, she pulled aside the neckline of her tank top until he could see the knot of scar tissue perched along the top edge of her left shoulder blade. “They got a tracker in me. The Wraith use me as huntin’ practice. To keep their skills sharp.” She flashed a dark smile. “Less I kill ‘em first, of course.” She sighed. “I come with you, they’ll follow. Kill me, you, your friends, an’ everyone on your expedition, like as not.”

His brow knit together in a frown as he examined the scar. “Can’t you dig it out?”

“Yes, thanks, the thought never occurred to me,” she snarked, letting go of her shirt. “It’s dug into my nervous system or somethin’. Every time I try, m’arm goes numb for a day or two.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Aloth deadpanned as he packed up the medical kit. He paused, biting his lip in thought. “What if we could get it out?”

“If you could, city slicker, I’d likely come with ya,” Tavi acknowledged, grinning. “Feel like you’d be fun to have around. But how would we go about it?”

He smirked. “I’ve got a couple ideas….”

She raised an eyebrow and held up her bandaged wrist. “Gonna hurt as bad as this?”

“Oh, much worse,” Aloth said glibly, which made her laugh.

“Fantastic.” Eh, can’t see the harm… “So, what are these ideas?”

#queens fic #otp: third time's the charm #tavi illani #aloth corfiser #it's not v shippy #buuuut it's just the first meeting #that's not shippy even in canon

1 note · View note

oldeststoryintheuniverse · 7 years

Note

1-100 XD

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify!2. is your room messy or clean?It depends on my current attitude tbh3. what color are your eyes?they sort of change.4. do you like your name? why?i’m kind of indifferent at this point. i’ve never really felt like it fit me well.5. what is your relationship status?single af6. describe your personality in 3 words or lesscaring, determined, passionate7. what color hair do you have?auburn8. what kind of car do you drive? color?Yellow VW Beetle9. where do you shop?all over the place. i do a lot of shopping.10. how would you describe your style?as cute as possible always.11. favorite social media accountinstagram.12. what size bed do you have?a queen13. any siblings?technically i have one half sister.14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?right where i am. or disneyland. i have a passion for the company and i feel like i have to be contributing to its future.15. favorite snapchat filter?the bat one! when it’s available which is not as often as it should be16. favorite makeup brand(s)i only use kat von d for my foundation and beyond that…i could be flexible.17. how many times a week do you shower?at least 7 because anything less is NASTY. showering daily is extremely important for personal hygene.18. favorite tv show?doctor who but not the newest stuff.19. shoe size?6.520. how tall are you?5′4″21. sandals or sneakers?boots.22. do you go to the gym?i wish i did…i should…23. describe your dream dateHave you heard the song, “Meet Me Down on Mainstreet?” that. plus a parade and then cuddling eventually.24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?like $15 i think25. what color socks are you wearing?i’m not currently wearing socks26. how many pillows do you sleep with?1-227. do you have a job? what do you do?i’m a character attendant at WDW28. how many friends do you have?why on earth would i know a number?29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?That is a very good question…honestly i think it’s being low key salty behind someone’s back when it didn’t even hurt them at all…but my bad attitude contributed to general negativity. at least, that’s what i can think of at the moment.30. whats your favorite candle scent?that christmassy apple/cinnamon scent.31. 3 favorite boy namesI sat here for ages and i have no idea32. 3 favorite girl namesAngelique, Evangeline, and….i dunno.33. favorite actor?i appreciate many people’s talents but i don’t know if i have a favorite.34. favorite actress?^^^^35. who is your celebrity crush?again…don’t really have one.Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 36. Favorite movie?lots. alice in wonderland. other disney stuff. lord of the rings. zootopia. stuff37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?i don’t read as much as i used to. i wish i did. LOVE harry potter. and lots of other books. alice in wonderland. peter pan. stuff.38. money or brains?brains probably.39. do you have a nickname? what is it?a few. Alice, G, old ones that have kind of died out…40. how many times have you been to the hospital?a couple when i was younger. i can’t remember how many.41. top 10 favorite songsIt changes with my mood and how i’m feeling. I love love LOVE Dan Franklin’s music…I love Try Everything, and currently my favorite thing on the radio is 24 Karat Magic. i like almost all music. just not heavy screamo metal.42. do you take any medications daily?just for my allergies lol43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)i think kind of combination44. what is your biggest fear?not achieving my dream job because i have no idea what else i’d do with my life.45. how many kids do you want?no idea. that’s something to discuss with my future husband.46. whats your go to hair style?i usually either straighten it or curl it. if i’m feeling lazy, i don’t have time, or it’s really hot out, i do braided pigtails.47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)townhouse.48. who is your role model?myself, after a complicated relationship with a friend of mine and reflecting on the attitude of those around me. also judy hopps. i’m generally proud enough of my own ideals not to have to look to others. not that i never learn anything from other people, but i don’t think i have one role model. this answer sounded really self centered i apologize.49. what was the last compliment you received?when i was out at dinner a few people said i looked really pretty. and i appreciate them.50. what was the last text you sent?my friend said she was on her way over and i replied, “okie dokie.”51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?this question is bonkers, i literally worked with santa a couple weeks ago and he’s as real as I am.52. what is your dream car?i’d love something old and vintage but that’ll never run well…most newer cars i really don’t like. when mine dies i’m gonna get the final edition new beetle, hopefully.53. opinion on smoking?don’t do it. it’s destructive to you and those around you. 54. do you go to college?yep. almost done. thank goodness. 55. what is your dream job?i want to be best friends with disney characters and help them make magic for our guests. :)56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?probably the suburbs57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?YES I STEAL THEM ALL58. do you have freckles?yep. not my favorite thing but they are inescapable. 59. do you smile for pictures?of course!60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?a couple hundred, i think61. have you ever peed in the woods?honestly i can’t remember if i might’ve done it like once as a child, but if i did i literally can’t remember. 62. do you still watch cartoons?the word “cartoon” is ambiguous. for me it has kind of a negative connotation. but i do watch animated movies and tv and stuff, yes63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?wendy’s if i have to choose, although almost all fast food makes me feel sick.64. Favorite dipping sauce?ketchup or ranch. or that sweet and sour stuff from mcdonald’s but i never eat there anymore.65. what do you wear to bed?pjs.66. have you ever won a spelling bee?i’ve never even been in a spelling bee, but i’d probably lose.67. what are your hobbies?photography (i’m hoping to get to do that again soon…my muscles don’t like me), painting, stuff68. can you draw?i’m mediocre at best.69. do you play an instrument?i mostly remember how to play flute and piccolo from high school and i can do a little piano but not much.70. what was the last concert you saw?i honestly can’t remember. it’s been a really long time since i’ve been to a legitimate concert. i sat here for a while but could not remember.71. tea or coffee?tea!72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?that depends entirely on the item i’m purchasing73. do you want to get married?some day74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?n. e. for non-existent amirite75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES76. what color looks best on you?blue, in my opinion77. do you miss anyone right now?always78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?usually closed.79. do you believe in ghosts?i don’t have enough evidence to make a decision80. what is your biggest pet peeve?i think working at disney has caused me to develop TOO MANY.81. last person you calledmy mother82. favorite ice cream flavor?chocolate!83. regular oreos or golden oreos?regular. but without the frosting.84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?neither i do not like sprinkles85. what shirt are you wearing?a sweatshirt i wear around the house from 2014 wdw86. what is your phone background?for the first time ever i changed my lock screen to a picture of just me, and my home screen is me and Lotso87. are you outgoing or shy?much more on the outgoing side88. do you like it when people play with your hair?yes please89. do you like your neighbors?i don’t really know my neighbors but i know i’m not fond of the ones directly across from me due to their recent choices in lawn decor.90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?yes both91. have you ever been high?nope92. have you ever been drunk?nope93. last thing you ate?hello panda94. favorite lyrics right now”So now I’m all run out of my regrets this time. I’ve got nothing left, I’ve got no more tears to cry. Baby turn around, and don’t come back this time. I need to start again, I’m only starting at the finish line.”95. summer or winter?winter96. day or night?night usually97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?milk!98. favorite month?october?99. what is your zodiac signlibra100. who was the last person you cried in front of?i got a little teary last night at work in front of eeyore. last time i cried before that was by myself…i don’t know the true answer to this question

#psyche-0-beast #asks #darn you #ask game #about me

4 notes · View notes

phantomjai · 7 years

Note

Do all of em hunty!

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

Partition, this town, What’d I miss, castle on the hill, Satisfied, take a break

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Either Lin Manuel Miranda, Queen Elizabeth II, or Obama..ngl

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“ ... bling the Aztec an dInca capitals. And because much of the land did not seem suitable...” (its from my history textbook)

4: What do you think about most?

Food and sleep

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“I’m Outside”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Like both? I sleep in my underwear

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can flare my nostrils really fast

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls are hot af and I love them. Boys are cool sometimes.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

I don’t know my dude

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

In the car today

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I don’t have any strange phobias, but I have normal ones like the Ocean and shit

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

No but Mel (you) shoved a fucking raisin up my nose once

13: What’s your religion?

Don’t got one

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking to class or enjoying the sun and laying on the ground.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Both

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

I don’t have one, but I like P!ATD, One Direction, and others

17: What was the last lie you told?

That people are ugly

18: Do you believe in karma?

Yes

19: What does your URL mean?

Oh my god, okay so I do not remember what my first one was, but my bff made one and I took her name and added not in front of it

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I hide all my emotions, and I can like believe what I believe and will fight people that don’t

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Umm... Anton Yelchin was (and still is)

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Yes :(

23: How do you vent your anger?

I don’t I suffer

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Pop Figures, Mugs, Kakashi related things

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Video Chatting online

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Kinda? I mean I am gayer

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I HATE THE SOUND OF WHISPERING (and I don’t know why), Fire crackling

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I can’t be a lawyer

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yes and Yes

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Air, I am over my desk (but right next to my Kakashi drawing).. The wall

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Nothing (thank god bc usually its my roommates farts)

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

A rest stop in Nevada

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

East, born and raised

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

(What is gender?) But Daveed Diggs

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Doing what you love

36: Define Art.

Being able to describe what you create

37: Do you believe in luck?

Yes, but I am stupid unlucky

38: What’s the weather like right now?

It feels good for being in Florida

39: What time is it?

12:16 am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do drive and I have never crashed

41: What was the last book you read?

My history textbook

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Jai and Perci

44: What was the last film you saw?

La La Land and it was good

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I have a scar from my dog, I almost broke my wrist ice skating

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

Overwatch

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

I like everyone

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Yes, but I don’t care what it was

50: Do you believe in magic?

sure

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

YES

52: What is your astrological sign?

Aquarius

53: Do you save money or spend it?

both

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

I helped my roommate buy chicken subs

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

haha no

57: How many relationships have you had?

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No my dude

59: Where were you yesterday?

Up at UF with Keely

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

my cherry blossom tree

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

Yes and theyre mixmatched

62: What’s your favourite animal?

Red Panda

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I dont have one

64: Where is your best friend?

In her bed, in london, and one is at UF

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

enough-to-go-around, sonic-rush-hour, prussiabombastic, okayseesee, kejianmin

66: What is your heritage?

White af

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Sitting in a room with people watching One Punch Man

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Dicksucker

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

nope

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

nope

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

SAVE THE DOG

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

Yes I tell everyone, go to Europe, I would be upset that I couldnt do everything I wanted to

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Hedwigs Theme

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

nope

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust, caring, compassion, understanding

77: How can I win your heart?

buy me taco bell

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

ehhh not really

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

I went to the college I wanted to

80: What size shoes do you wear?

9-9 1/2

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

fuck idk something man

82: What is your favourite word?

fuck

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

attack

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“will you shut the fuck up about sex”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Ummm the game of thrones opening

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Silver, black, teal,

87: What is your current desktop picture?

A picture of space

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

oh my IDK

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

if my mom asked me my sexuality

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Leave the room bc they probably smell

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

I WANNA BE SPIDERMAN

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Hanging with Jamie again

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Seeing my cat die

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

If by sleep you mean lay in the same bed with then.. idk man

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

DENMARK

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

my uncle on my moms side I think

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

YES, I went to california via car like 2 years ago and I had a stomach bug

98: Ever been on a plane?

No :(

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Do what you want to do, fight what needs to be fought dont let your dreams falter because someone said you arent strong enough

#jai answers #thanks my dude #thatonechickmel

0 notes

atomicshakespeare · 4 years

Text

Rambling Speed Run Notes From Latest Attempt, written part stream-of-consciousness and part summary of notes

GLITCHLESS MARRIAGE% - ELLIOT - STARDEW VALLEY

There's a reason that nobody's done this run yet.

For some reason, all the favorite things are too hard to acquire, and the time running back and forth to the beach to give items that aren't his favorite aren't really worth the time put into it.

[KEEP READING TO READ THE ACTUAL RAMBLING, TANGENTIAL THINKING, STRATEGY PROCESSING, AND IN-TEXT CURSING TO SOOTHE MY ACHING SOUL]

So, the easiest thing to get him are Pomegranates. However, it's a 6,000 dollar tree, and there's a chance of that a lighting strike could destroy the tree. Or maybe it doesn't destroy it, but we haven't gotten that far yet.

As far as everything else goes, how do I optimally cut wood for the house and the bridge, route in an additional 15, 200 for the house upgrade, bouquet, and mermaid's pendant?

So we take up SPRING 1 -- Here, we clear the land ASAP, plant the 15 parsnips, spend the 500 gold on 6 CALIFLOWER AND 2 PARSNIPS. Then, we clear the land some more for additional Mixed Seeds and put them down, possibly getting a chance of more Califlower or more potatoes as it goes. Run around until no energy.

SPRING 2 --FUCK UP BECAUSE I ACTUALLY DIDN’T BUY MY OTHER SEEDS UNTIL TODAY, WHEN I HAD THE 500 GOLD ON DAY 1 INSTEAD, THUS LOSING TIME RIGHT OFF RIP. Water shit. Fish all day until no energy. Ship. Sleep.

SPRING 3 - From fishing and random gathering, should have roughly enough for 10+ Potatoes and however many Parsnips to fill the gap. This run was 13 Potatoes and 1 Parsnip. Plant, and fish until no energy. Ship. Sleep.

SPRING 4 - Fish money bought 17 Potatoes and 1 Parsnip. Harvest the 'Snips from Day 1. Ship. Fish. I forgot to ship the fish.

SPRING 5 - Not sure what happened this day, ended up missing a day of productivity. I think it was a water, ship, sleep day.

SPRING 6 - Fish money bought 22 Parsnips. Fish??

SPRING 7 - ACTUALLY DID THE 22 PARSNIPS ON THIS DAY. NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED. I RECORDED INCORRECTLY OR DIDN'T MAKE ENOUGH NOTES AS IT WAS GOING ON. OPPS.

Things started getting a bit wonky. At this point, I was straggling, trying to save up for strawberries. Did some more fishing, not sure which days I picked or if it was completely until energy was empty.

Fishing seems to be important supplementary income, and probably wouldn't be able to manage without it, as long as it takes.

And then there's also the debate on whether the Mixed Seeds give enough profit for how much work they take to actually acquire. All my attempts feature me trying to go for the Mixed Seed start up plan, and I end up with enough money to really go for it.

We ended up with 53 STRAWBERRIES ON THE DAY OF THE EGG FESTIVAL. 5,300 in Gold. The next day the Califlowers were ready from Day 2 because I missed planting them on Day 1 like a fuck, and ended up having spare cash regardless.

After Strawberries are planted, it's water and sleep.

Hit ~8,000 gold and it's time to buy that Pomegranate tree and get it planted early so it's guaranteed to grow and if there's problems I have enough time to ensure that nothing gets in its way.

Water and sleep until the end of spring, harvest and ship.

SUMMER OF YEAR 1 - WE in it. Bought 45 Blueberries. Water and sleep. Water and sleep.

And then I got tired in real life and distracted by real life things and sleep in real life, and reset the timer.

By now, ALL OF THIS took 2 hours or so before I hit the reset on the livesplitter. Ew.

BUT - once the Blueberries start harvesting, we're watering, harvesting, sleeping, and shipping.

Summer is spent being a blueberry and then FALL WILL HAPPEN.

-x-

I hadn't actually played out Fall yet, but I assume it's going to be the loop of this -- COULD ALSO ROUTE IN COFFEE AT THE END OF SUMMER BECAUSE WE HAVE EXTRA MONEY, BUT IT DEPENDS ON IF ITS GOOD - WE HAVE ABOUT EXTRA 12,000 IF THINGS WENT RIGHT:

UPGRADE HOUSE PURCHASE WOOD INSTEAD OF CHOPPING???

SAVE FOR PENDENT

SPEND EXCESS ON COFFEE

OTHERWISE THE GAMEPLAY LOOP IS:

WAKE UP COLLECT POMS CUT WOOD UNTIL ELLIOT WAKES UP WALK TO THE FUCKING BEACH GIVE ELLIOT HIS STUPID FUCKING POM WALK BACK TO THE BEACH Repeat twice a week Sleep all the other days of the week

Collect Poms all Fall. Pray. Take Fruit Cave as a back up and pray for RNG. Check the Cart for random chance of other things he likes. PRAY.

PRAY THAT WE DON'T END UP TAKING IT INTO FALL 2.

But here's the thing??? There's no way to get another Pom tree planted and grown in the first year without sacrificing Blueberry game or other gains. Fishing only does so much.

So FALL is Poms, gifting, running around. Winter is continued gifting, sleeping. Spring is continued gifting, sleeping. Pray that we've made enough progress to buy pendent in Spring 2. If not, gift and sleep. Gift and sleep. Also protect Pom tree in case of stupidity. Possibly plant a second one as a back-up, if things haven't progressed far enough by Summer 2.

MY ESTIMATE: SUMMER 2, the second or third time it fucking rains

Meaning: We ended up putting in another 4 hour run or so, and it took about the same amount of effort doing shit.

HOWEVER, I missed some days, and had sub-optimal movement. Cutting wood is not as fast as just buying it. We'll get it done. I'm gonna finish this save file at least and then develop further from there.

I have confidence that I can get this overall run down to 3 hours with optimal movement and solid strategy.

WHAT I NEED TO FIND OUT:

> Does the chance of Cauliflowers in the Mixed Seeds outweigh the time loss? Probably not worth the time loss.

> How much fishing? Am I doing too much or not enough? Probably fishing enough, it just takes forever. Every day until energy is low, until Strawberry Time.

> Do I really need 45 Blueberries for Summer? Probably. That extra 12, 000 might become something else, either back-up gifts or coffee, but it would depend on how the run is going.

> Elliot's Schedule in Fall primarily, Winter, and then Spring to hopefully finish it up since it doesn't happen in Year 1

> Flower Dance might matter if we're behind on Affection Values on the deadline.

> Is the Fishing Farm the way to go? Yes, because you have the water nearby for watering without a fucking walk, and you have the water nearby for fishing because that's our seed income in the first fucking month of crazy bullshit.

> WHEN IS ELLIOT'S FUCKING BIRTHDAY HOLY FUCK DON'T FUCKING MISS IT YOU FICKIT (It's Fall 5th, by the way)

-x-

So it still fucking takes 5+ hours to do this Glitchless. Fuck.

FALL 1 was successful. Having a Gifting schedule of Fridays and Sundays allowed for me to check the cart and accidentally end up gifting him on his birthday because I forgot what fucking day it was again.

FALL 1 -- went perfectly. Took my wood that I cut down throughout the playthrough, went to Robin’s. 457, into 7. Bought 300. 307. Made my way to the beach, fixed bridge. Now 7 wood because I am a fuck up. Gifted Elliot his first Pom, went to Saloon at 12. Bought 27 Coffee. Drank Coffee and ran home. Day went perfect.

THINGS I’VE DISCOVERED:

Outright buying wood is probably faster, but not cutting wood means a lot of standing around for nothing.

Routing in Coffee was easy, but is it worth taking the extra time to do it?

Running back and forth to the beach is almost as bad as waiting for the fucker to come out.

We got to 3 hearts pretty soon, and it meant we could go to his house at 10 AM. STILL TAKES A WHILE FOR HIM TO OPEN UP THOUGH WHEN YOU’RE WAITING ON HIM.

One Pom tree produces enough gifts in one month that we don’t need any back-up gifts. Going to the Cart just means an extra load screen/shop pause and it usually doesn’t have it, but the very first time we checked it we actually got a Tom Kha Soup, which is another one of Elliot’s Favorites. Ended up never giving it to him anyways.

So, Cart doesn’t matter. Fruit Cave doesn’t seem to matter either, but it’s good for an early fruit if we need it, but we usually won’t. It is additional income instead of fishing, at least there’s that.

Need to figure out how to Death Warp for speed sake. Killing myself with Energy might do it, but the Mobile version has limitations. Sooo, fishing myself to death probably?? If we can Warp, we don’t need to route in Coffee. Subsitute Fishing for Hoeing or Axing instead on PC.

WINTER 1 was Gifting, running back and forth, sleeping. Went exactly as planned, but it was not fast because of waiting on him til 10 and still having to walk back. The walk to the Beach doesn’t matter because you still have to wait on him to open the door, but getting home faster is where the major time losses are.

WHAT IS THE FASTEST ROUTE HOME? DOES IT REALLY NOT MATTER? IS THE DEATH WARP ACTUALLY FASTER THAN WALKING BACK? Probably, even if you’re waiting on animations.

SPRING 2 -- Accidentally lost a Heart due to me reverting a save because I wasted time, but we had 8 hearts and gave him the Bouquet by this point. Just more gifting and running, but we’ll probably need to route in Deaths because of money from revival. Will have him by Flower Festival most likely, but probably not before first rain. Might have him before the beginning of Summer 2.

-x-

Married by Spring 19, pendent bought on second day it rained. Warping seems faster and is a good use of time/energy while waiting on Elliot, but the actual warping might be faster on PC because the tool limitations on the Beach don’t matter in PC version. Fishing pole is good enough on mobile, but doesn’t finish you off and you have to switch to Hoe, which has its own problems.

But, all in all, run finished in roughly 5 and a half hours, which is faster than my first timed attempt at 6:27.11 using the Lobster method.

RESULTS: Poms are faster and no RNG involved. Hard money grind to buy tree before Fall 1. Fall is when the romance happens. Spring 2 is the wrap-up. PROBABLY NOT GONNA EVER GET A SUB 5 HOURS.

There’s an absolute reason why nobody does this run AND I HAVE TASTED IT AND NOW I ACCEPT THE TRUE CHALLENGE OF GRINDING THIS OUT AND POSTING A TIME EVENTUALLY.

This run is a fucking meme.

#speedrun #speedrunning #tehsoupie personal #important to tehsoupie #stardew valley #elliot #elliot stardew valley #marriage%#glitchless

2 notes · View notes

funkypanda · 6 years

Note

I'm not THAT evil but you SHOULD do every uneven number and every even number. c:

So what you’re saying is, you’re just as evil as I thought you were.

1: Full name

Alvin Wong. I don’t have a middle name.

2: Age

24. Turning 25 on September 29th

3: 3 Fears

Heights. Loneliness. Creepy crawlies.

4: 3 things I love

Video games. Music. Learning.

5: 4 turns on

Neck kisses. Making out. Intelligence. Cute butt.

6: 4 turns off

Ignorance. Bad breath? IDK there’s a few.

7: My best friend

Skylar Lu. Big ol Asian dude.

8: Sexual orientation

Straight.

9: My best first date

I don’t think I’ve had a good one.

10: How tall am I

6′ or 6′1″

11: What do I miss

Physical affection.

12: What time were I born

I think it was at like 9:30 PM

13: Favourite color

Purple!

14: Do I have a crush

HARDCORE HOLY SHIT

15: Favourite quote

“Knowledge is power. Guard it wisely.” or “An open mind is like a fortress, with its gates unbarred and unguarded.”

16: Favourite place

Taipei, Taiwan.

17: Favourite food

Vietnamese cuisine in general.

18: Do I use sarcasm

What do you think?

19: What am I listening to right now

Tired by Alan Walker

20: First thing I notice in new person

Their eyes. Always.

21: Shoe size

Men’s 12

22: Eye color

Dark brown

23: Hair color

Black/dark brown

24: Favourite style of clothing

My style of weird punk rock skater.

25: Ever done a prank call?

Yes a few times.

27: Meaning behind my URL

I was called panda back in high school a lot and I played the sax.

28: Favourite movie

Rogue One.

29: Favourite song

I’ve been obsessed with Down by Marian HIll lately.

30: Favourite band

A Day to Remember.

31: How I feel right now

Really satisfied.

32: Someone I love

My old LoL friends.

33: My current relationship status

Single but hopefully not soon?

34: My relationship with my parents

We’re not super close but we’re family still

35: Favourite holiday

Christmas when I have someone cute to spend it with.

36: Tattoos and piercing i have

None unfortunately.

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

SO MANY TATTOOS. Razer’s 3-headed snake. Colonel Mustang’s transmutation circle. Al’s blood seal. etc etc

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

I... I don’t remember.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

I mean. I hate her guts.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

Not really but I love them.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

Not yet. But I’m planning on it.

42: When did I last hold hands?

Uhhhhh its been a few months I think.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

Way too long.

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

Nah I love my hairy man legs.

45: Where am I right now?

In bed at home.

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

Probably Jamie. But she’s also gonna be drunk with me lmao

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

Loud. I’m a punk.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

Yep. But its a necessity.

49: Am I excited for anything?

Most things. As long as I’m interested in it.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

Yeah I do.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

Almost every day.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

Earlier tonight.

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

I mean more power to her.

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

Not that I know of.

55: What is something I disliked about today?

I didn’t really do anything.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Adam Savage from Mythbusters. He seems so genuine.

57: What do I think about most?

The unknown of the universe.

58: What’s my strangest talent?

Jumping to conclusions with little to no information.

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

Not strange.

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

As a photographer, behind.

61: What was the last lie I told?

I’m okay.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

I guess on the phone. I don’t like my face.

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

No to ghosts. Yes to aliens.

64: Do I believe in magic?

Not really.

65: Do I believe in luck?

Absolutely.

66: What’s the weather like right now?

Its like 70 degrees and humid.

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

Actually I just reread The Martian.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

Not especially? I’m indifferent.

69: Do I have any nicknames?

Not really.

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

Hip and lower back from sleeping on the floor.

71: Do I spend money or save it?

GOD I SPEND SO MUCH MONEY.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

Nope!

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

Does kitty cat toe beans count?

74: Favourite animal?

Otters I think.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

Talking to a cutie.

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

Natas

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

In Too Deep by Sum 41

78: How can you win my heart?

Be nerdy with me.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

S C R E M

80: What is my favorite word?

Hullo?

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

@miidoriilol @mama-hellscream @pearlmaiden @crowfeather-queen @funkypanda

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

Can ya’ll just... Get along?

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

Negative.

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

The power to control luck and probability.

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Do you want to finish school?

86: What is my current desktop picture?

100 Thieves logo.

87: Had sex?

Oh yes.

88: Bought condoms?

Most definitely.

89: Gotten pregnant?

Negative.

90: Failed a class?

Yup.

91: Kissed a boy?

I have not.

92: Kissed a girl?

Multiple. At different times.

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

No but its a cliche I’d love to experience.

94: Had job?

A couple

95: Left the house without my wallet?

Multiple occasions.

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

No cuz bullies are shit.

97: Had sex in public?

Yep once.

98: Played on a sports team?

Nope not really.

99: Smoked weed?

Yep.

100: Did drugs?

Not really.

101: Smoked cigarettes?

I’ve tried it. I hate it.

102: Drank alcohol?

Oh yeah

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

Nope.

104: Been overweight?

All the time.

105: Been underweight?

Never.

106: Been to a wedding?

Two I think.

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

On multiple occasions.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

LOTS OF TIMES.

109: Been outside my home country?

More times than I can count.

110: Gotten my heart broken?

Yup.

111: Been to a professional sports game?

A few. They’re always fun.

112: Broken a bone?

Never.

113: Cut myself?

Uhhh a few times.

114: Been to prom?

Yup and it sucked.

115: Been in airplane?

I love traveling.

116: Fly by helicopter?

Never but I’d love to.

117: What concerts have I been to?

ADTR, Blink-182, Sum 41, Green Day, and a few others.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

Not really into it.

119: Learned another language?

Learned Mandarin as a young child.

120: Wore make up?

Nope but I’m not against it.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

Nope I lost it at 20

122: Had oral sex?

Yes

123: Dyed my hair?

Never tried.

124: Voted in a presidential election?

Yup. I voted for Obama and Hillary.

125: Rode in an ambulance?

Yup

126: Had a surgery?

Never.

127: Met someone famous?

YEP BUT I DIDN’T KNOW AT THE TIME.

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

A little bit.

129: Peed outside?

Yeah a few times lol

130: Been fishing?

With my grandpa a bunch of times.

131: Helped with charity?

Yeah! And honestly it does feel great.

132: Been rejected by a crush?

Multiple times.

133: Broken a mirror?

Yeah its surprisingly satisfying.

134: What do I want for birthday?

THE FUCKING ADIDAS DRAGONBALL Z SNEAKER COLLAB COLLECTION.

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

Probably none.

136: Was I named after anyone?

Nope.

137: Do I like my handwriting?

Not even a little

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?

I had a megazord that I loved to play with.

139: Favourite Tv Show?

Right now? My Hero Academia.

140: Where do I want to live when older?

Taipei, Taiwan

141: Play any musical instrument?

Yup! I played the sax.

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?

Self harm.

143: Favourite pizza topping?

Mushrooms.

144: Am I afraid of the dark?

Kind of? not really.

145: Am I afraid of heights?

Oh yeah.

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

LMAO all the fucking time

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

Uhhhhh story of my life?

148: What I’m really bad at

Lots of things. Focusing.

149: What my greatest achievements are

Learning coding and ethical hacking.

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

“I don’t love you anymore” “I’m glad your grandpa is dead so he wouldn’t have to see how disappointing you are.”

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

Pay off all of my parent’s debt and save the rest.

152: What do I like about myself

I’m actually really sweet and cute.

153: My closest Tumblr friend

@pearlmaiden

154: Something I fantasize about

Being successful.

155: Any question you’d like?

@pearlmaiden you didn’t ask me a question

0 notes

fortune-failing · 7 years

Text

Can't Sink What Hasn't Sailed

(After Session 40)

Part I: Casual Chat in a Goddamn Minefield

Zarek-Last Friday at 3:53 PM

It was late at night and Zarek was lying down on his bed at the inn, it was kind of hard to sleep after what happened with the orphans and Aneris leaving without a word. He knew that not only she was gonna come back eventually but also that she probably wouldn't want to talk about today's events. That didn't stop him from staying awake though.

Aneris-Last Friday at 3:57 PM

Aneris doesn't get back to the inn until, well late I guess? She's a little less irritated than before but a lot more inebrated. It's a graceful stumble into bed for her.

Aneris changed the channel name: Don't mess up, Zarek-kun

Zarek-Last Friday at 4:16 PM

Zarek feels the strong alcohol scent as soon as Aneris enters the room, he waits a bit to see if she will say anything before actually speaking. "Welcome back."

Aneris-Last Friday at 4:22 PM

Aneris rolls her head over to look at him and stares a bit too long before replying. "Yeah, sure" She removes the pillow from under her head and places it over her head. Pillows are great. They're cold and also dark.

Zarek-Last Friday at 4:42 PM

Zarek also participates in the staring until Aneris covers her head. "Guess you're not feeling like chatting, huh?"

Aneris-Last Friday at 4:48 PM

Aneris leaves the pillow on top of her face and lets it muffle her words. "I don't chat"

Zarek-Last Friday at 5:02 PM

"Yeah I've noticed that" Zarek says a bit more sarcastically. "I thought you might want to go hunt some assholes though, I've been looking for missions of the sort lately."

Aneris-Last Friday at 5:15 PM

"Assholes" Aneris mumbles into the pillow before realizing he wasn't being literal. She sits up and let's the pillow fall. "Oh yeah? I guess that's good." She pulls her cloak off and sticks her finger through the new hole. She sticks another finger through the second ner hole and glares at it. "Holy shit" she whispers.

Zarek-Last Friday at 5:30 PM

"Cool, let's go at it as soon as we can tomorrow then. I already told the rest of the group we'll take a break in this town." Zarek stares at the hole in the cloak, feeling a little guilty about it.

Aneris-Last Friday at 5:37 PM

Aneris quietly nods, making a mental note to try to not be too hungover the next day. She turns to Zarek again after finishing her inspection. "Did I get stabbed twice?" Aneris breifly considers the possibilty of Pawo running up and stabbing her while she was out. It seemed like something he would do. The man clearly had it out for her.

Zarek-Last Friday at 5:44 PM

"Yeah, two times. I guess the kid wanted to make it a clear point that she wasn't bluffing before freaking out." Zarek replied, it was a mess really.

Aneris-Last Friday at 5:54 PM

Aneris sighs and lowers the cloak so she can rub her eyes. "Are they still alive?" She pauses for a second and then laughs to herself. "No of course you wouldn't kill them. Someone could probably poison a whole town and we'd spend a week argueing over if calling them a murderer might hurt their feelings." She plop back into the bed. This was suposed to be a fun trip.

Zarek-Last Friday at 6:00 PM

"Yeah, sorry but I'm not gonna compare two children who obviously didn't have a clear plan to actual murderers. We already burned a murderer once, you know." Zarek looked away for a bit, geez, what a harsh topic to go into off the bat. Better than nothing he guessed.

Aneris-Last Friday at 6:08 PM

"One time can be a fluke" She sighed. "Gods those kids were ambitious though. Wonder if they'll get smarter or killed first." Aneris thinks for a second then glares at the ceiling. "I wonder if the rest of them will get smarter before someone gets killed." Aneris has mistakenly thought the rest of the party being stupid would only lead them getting themselves killed.

Zarek-Last Friday at 6:15 PM

"I think I like the idea of getting smarter more, and by that I mean it would be good to have an idea or a plan of what to do if we get into a situation like this one." Zarek decides its better not to directly say 'in case you get yourself almost killed again'.

Aneris-Last Friday at 6:18 PM

"Every man for himself seems like the best option really." Aneris thinks about Pawo getting her stabbed. Yeah, better plan.

Zarek-Last Friday at 6:23 PM

Zarek sighs. good job idiot, asking aneris for team tactics was obviously the best plan he's had this entire journey, god. "So, after everyone is taking care of himself and one gets knocked out. What next?" Zarek asks staring at aneris

Aneris-Last Friday at 6:34 PM

Was that a fucking shot at her?? Aneris glares at Zarek. "Then they learn a valuable lesson about what they should expect from others, and how stupid it is to make exceptions."

Zarek-Last Friday at 6:36 PM

"I meant in battle, not when they fortunately wake up healed after an hour." Zarek knew this was a bad idea, but he kept going, like an idiot.

Aneris-Last Friday at 6:54 PM

Aneris looks away again and tries not to think about knives and blades and stabbing. She looks back and smiles "Then we leave them there to bleed out and die. If they're not smart enough to kill anyone who grabs them as a first reaction then they deserve what comes next right? Not using every tool at your disposal is just asking for it."

Zarek-Last Friday at 7:05 PM

Zarek looks at Aneris' smile unamused. "Considering every tool you have available is important, but actually thinking about it before having an overboard first reaction sounds smarter." Zarek sighs. "I mean, 'if they're not smart enough?', come on..."

Aneris-Last Friday at 7:21 PM

"Are you done now?" Aneris quickly goes back to her scowl. She's started to re-evaulate the energy required to argue with Zarek and found that's she's drank way too fucking much to add that high right now. Aneris pops her head back into her cloak and mutters "I'm too fucking sober for this."

Zarek-Last Friday at 7:42 PM

Zarek runs his hand through his hair "Yeah, I'm done now." then he lies down and mutters "Guess I was just worried."

Aneris-Last Friday at 7:53 PM

Aneris just gets mad again, Zarek shouldn't be allowed to back down after she let herself get worked up like that. She scoffs at him. "What do you even have to worry about, it's not like you were the one that got stabbed." She stops herself before she can add 'It would take a bear to restrain you' . . . . . that would just come back to bite her in the ass. Arguments are about not reminding people you're 5 feet tall.

Zarek-Last Friday at 8:08 PM

Zarek slightly gets up again smirking a bit. "Oh yeah, guess you weren't awake to see when I got stabbed." He gave aneris a more serious look, both backing down and arguing back would equally provoke her and it was too late to think 5 times before speaking. "Why do you even ask, does it take that much effort to realize I was worried about you?"

Aneris changed the channel name: Zarek-senpai, how could you tease me with such kind words. _doki doki_Last Friday at 8:26 PM

Aneris-Last Friday at 8:30 PM

Aneris nearly flinches, Zarek getting stabbed was brand new information. "Realize what, that you were worried you would miss out on getting another chance to burn a murderer if they got to me first?" (Aneris +12 deflection xp)

Zarek-Last Friday at 8:38 PM

Zarek sneers a bit "I said I was worried about you, where did you even pull such a wrong conclusion from!? did you even bother to listen to what i said?"

Aneris-Last Friday at 8:58 PM

Aneris has spent the whole night mad and getting called wrong just added to it. "You think I'm so pathetic I need to be worried over? Because I don't need to listen if that's what you're saying." Aneris gets off the bed and heads back the way she came.

Zarek-Last Friday at 9:10 PM

Zarek gets up from the bed too, and follows Aneris' direction to correct her "Luckily for you that's not what I'm saying at all. If I actually thought you were pathetic then I wouldn't be worried, I wouldn't even care about you or bother talking to you if that was the case. But it's not at all." Zarek gets a bit more heated up than he wanted to when saying that, and stops in his tracks a bit.

Aneris-Last Friday at 9:31 PM

Aneris just stares at him. "Yeah, lucky for me, I'm sure." Aneris glares again. "Now are you going to follow me all the way to the bar, or are you going to tell me what you're saying. My buzz is wearing off and it's been a long day." Though she got to miss a big chunk of that day laying in her own blood.

Zarek-Last Friday at 10:02 PM

Zarek stares back at her "I just meant that I value you a lot as a person, and I was worried my lack of action or coordination would cost us that..." he changes the subject and smirks slightly "Anyway, now that you've so kindly invited me I think I wouldn't mind going for a drink or two. I'll drop the topic if you want too."

Aneris-Last Friday at 10:08 PM

Aneris' expression softens back to somethign neutral for her at least. She stands for a moment before turning and opening the door but then pauses. "Fine but you owe me something strong for this bullshit." She continues out the door.

Zarek-Last Friday at 10:12 PM

Zarek smiles and follows her lead "Sounds fair enough to me." he closes the door on his way out.

Part II: I Can't Believe Beaford is a 150 Year Old Shapeshifting Spy"

Aneris-Last Friday at 11:12 PM

[It then takes the pair 15 irl hours to walk to the tavern]

Aneris-Last Sunday at 3:14 PM

Aneris heads back to the bar, and ignores any look the bartander might give her. It was probably more common to take someone away from the bar than to come back with someone. She tells the nice, non-judgmental man to give her something strong and unreasonabley priced. She then tells him to pour something light and fruity for her lady friend as she gestures to the six foot tall bearded man who followed her inside. "Bills on him" She informs before finding a nice dark isolated part of the bar to occupy. She idly thinks the corner is familiar before remembering she was probably here less than an hour ago.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 3:17 PM

"Guess I don't look old enough to order for myself, huh?" Zarek follows to sit with her in the isolated corner. "I'll trust you have good taste for this sort of stuff though."

Aneris-Last Sunday at 3:21 PM

"Not in the least" Aneris looks at the large man and his tiny tiny drink. It was a poweful image "And I'm not doing it for taste, I'm doing to it kill time . . . . by not remembering time." Her poor buzz was on it's last legs. Time to refuel.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 3:34 PM

Zarek grinned at Aneris' statements. Wasn't the best way to kill time at night sleeping anyway? "That's too bad, I was hoping you would have a good recommendation" Zarek takes a sip of his drink, even knowing Aneris ordered it to make fun of him isn't reason enough to not have it after being the one who paid. The apple flavor on it is better than he expected too.

Aneris-Last Sunday at 3:41 PM

"Why do you even need recommendations? Aren't you a little old to not know what you like??" Aneris drinks while trying to remember how old Zarek is . . . . . . . there were defenitly 2 digits, but only 2 digits. Most liekly only 2. "Though I didn't know what I liked when I was 50 either . . . I guess that's not too bad." Aneris picks a nice safe number in the middle.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 3:46 PM

Zarek takes another sip and laughs a bit "I'm sure I will figure it out before another 3 decades go by and I get to that age. I just don't usually try new drinks unless I'm celebrating something." Zarek pauses a bit before going for another sip, this thing was deceptively stronger than he expected.

Aneris-Last Sunday at 3:54 PM

Aneris flinches, she was off by a factor of 2.5? "That sounds boring." She makes a mental note that Zarek holds back in every aspect of his life and drinks heavily. This probably wasn't intended to be consumed quickly. "You're going to die bored."

Zarek-Last Sunday at 4:06 PM

"Nothing as fun as drinking 'to kill time' I guess." He smirks, mentioning how bad overdoing this shit was for humans was just an overall bad idea.

Aneris-Last Sunday at 4:11 PM

Aneris frowns deeply "I do . . . other things." SHe can't think of a single other thing at the moment but that doesn't mean she's boring. Though if she says that she drinks when she's upset, he'll know she's upset so she just drinks more to avoid arguing in a bar. A perfect solution.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 4:16 PM

Zarek tries to hold back from laughing at Aneris' response. "I guess I have no choice but to ignore the strong scent of alcohol and take your word for it."

Aneris-Last Sunday at 4:25 PM

Aneris, utilizing only the finest available motor control, slams her cup on the table a tad bit harder than she intends. "The whole building smells like booze. And I'm not boring, I've been places, I've seen things." Aneris desperatly tries to remember anywhere she's been in her life or a single thing she's done but according to her memeories she wa born in the bar just earlier in the evening. She wonders if it's the apathy or buzz that's hurting her memory retrival.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 4:33 PM

Zarek gets taken by surprise by the cup hitting the table but his reaction is pretty neutral "Well, I've been smelling booze since before we left the inn." He smiles in a less mocking way than before "And you don't have to tell me you're not boring, I've seen you in enough places and doing enough things to know that. But don't act like you didn't call me that first" His smirk turns more smug while saying that last part.

Aneris-Last Sunday at 4:45 PM

Aneris isn't sure if she's being patronized or not but looks away rather than linger on the thought. She's starting to doubt she's ever going to get the upper hand with Zarek. That's an annoying thought. "Ehh, I didn't say that you were borning, just that you were going . . . to die . . bored." Aneris considers what she said. She sits for a second. "Guess I did kinda call you boring." Additional liquor.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 4:56 PM

Zarek just watches Aneris drink more, it wasn't common to see Aneris back down but it wasn't an unwelcome sight "Yeah you kinda did, I don't care enough about it to make more remarks though."

Aneris-Last Sunday at 5:09 PM

(Anti having never been to a bar has no idea how someone sitting down at a bar would aquire additional devil liquids so I'm just going to say that she did) "Well you won't hear me complain about someone being uncaring." Aneris glares a little at the table, now that she thinks about it Nicol is an uncaring piece of shit. "So thank you for this grand mericful gesture of not having to hear any mroe of your 'remarks.' " Aneris perks up for a second, she killed that spider bitch! That was very un-boring. Too late now though.

Zarek-Last Sunday at 5:14 PM

"You're welcome for this blessing" Zarek says and drinks what was left of his drink, which wasn't much.

Aneris changed the channel name: Aneris attempts to make smalktalk but instead drinks heavily and sits quietlyLast Sunday at 5:49 PM

Aneris-Last Sunday at 6:41 PM

"You said you wanted to do that stuff tomorrow, so you've picked out who you want to kill then?" Aneris speaks the last half of her question into her mug.

May 22, 2017

Zarek-Last Monday at 8:54 PM

Zarek perks up a bit at the question "Oh yeah, I did look into a few targets. I'm torn between two of them though, so I was thinking you could pick one." Zarek pauses a bit and signals a #1 with his hand "The first one is a thief who is said to live in some ruins in the town's outskirts." Then he raises another finger "And the other dude is apparently a vampire, I heard he's been seen around the abandoned districts near this town."

Aneris-Last Monday at 8:59 PM

Aneris perks up. "Ruins sound fun but . . .is 'vampire' supposed to be a nickname?" Aneris tries to recall if she's ever met a vampire before but she doesn't really make the habit of asking probing questions. "Two sounds a lot more interesting."

Zarek-Last Monday at 9:01 PM

Zarek smiles "Yeah I was thinking that too, I don't think i've ever heard of an actual vampire... have you?"

Aneris-Last Monday at 9:03 PM

Aneris shakes her head. "Not one that was bragging about it at least." She takes another drink and lowers her voice. "I wonder if you have to do anything special to kill a vampire."

Zarek-Last Monday at 9:08 PM

Zarek rested his chin on his hand. "Hmm, all my knowledge about vampires are basically dumb tales for kids. I'm not even sure if they're at all like people describe them.... If they do exist that is..." Zarek thinks on it more but is too tipsy to actually remember anything he's ever heard about vampires.

Aneris-Last Monday at 9:17 PM

Aneris back a big show of leaning back and rubbing her chin before leaning in too quickly. "Zarek I don't know a single fucking thing about vampires. Are vampires like, a creature or like, a person? Or used to be." Aneris mutters "Maybe their own race, and there's little vampire kids. There's too many damn races I can't keep up"

Zarek-Last Monday at 9:28 PM

"Hmmm." Yeah, he's not gonna remember shit this late at night. "I...guess they would be a person? some stories say they can shapeshift...but they can still talk I think, that would make them a person right? But...cuntface can talk too. That's probably a bad standard for deciding..." Zarek keeps going on about what could the difference be, not really getting to anything.

Aneris-Last Monday at 9:35 PM

Aneris chuckles then mutters into her glass "Yeah he mostly talks out of his ass so a bad standard." "But I guess there's no use worrying about details tonight" Aneris sighs worrying about it "I don't even understand half the assholes we're with. Is it weird that you and London are the only humans, you're used to being the majority huh?"

Zarek-Last Monday at 9:42 PM

He laughs at Aneris' comment about nicol. "Well we're 3 with Beaford... maybe 4" He isn't sure if Wolf-shapeshifting would be similar to a vampire's mythical bat-shapeshifting. "I've never really traveled with a group before anyway, plus I did get to see more than humans from where I came from... I think I'm more bothered by some of their personalities than their races though."

Aneris-Last Monday at 9:52 PM

Aneris also misses the last half of Zarek's comments as her face flushes at the conflicting number. "There's no way. 4 is too high," She grabs her pinky finger and holds it up to Zarek "Pawo is like, half dog, all ass, he doesn't count." She jumps a tiny bit, containing either a burp or hiccup and then release the Pawo finger to grab her middle finger. She had aimed for her ring finger though. "And Beaforn isn't human either, that bony weirdo said he was Japandknees, I've never heard of that before but I also never heard of Deamon before." She lets of her hand so she can grab her glass and slide back into her seat. "He's probably another shapeshifter, we're surrounded by them." She eyes Zarek suspisously over the rim of the glass.

She sets her glass back down and mumbles again. "You know he always looks so damn tired. . . . . maybe it takes a lot out of him to mantain a human form."

Zarek-Last Monday at 10:05 PM

Zarek smirks while trying not to laugh at Aneris' comments on beaford. "Well, I really don't know enough about Pawo to argue with you on it, he's a pretty weird guy." "I also haven't heard what that is but, I'm pretty sure Beaford is a human... I mean, doesn't Kimuri need to sleep less than actual humans? Why would Beaford require more sleep to maintain his shape...wouldn't he go for a more efficient shape to keep?" God, Beaford was definitely a human but the possibility was still there. "I think he's just a human from a weird place."

Aneris-Last Monday at 10:14 PM

Aneris persists. She leans in again and waves her hand, trying to wave away Zarek's comment. "Well Kimuri said she was from another plane right, maybe Beaford is too, but like, his real form is something huge or disgusting and completely different from humanoids, and that's why it takes him so much energy." Aneris leans in deeper as her conspiracy gets deeper. "Maybe he's some kind of otherworldy spy and he has such a taxing form so he can spy on us. . . . Pawo's probably in on it to that asshole." She studies Zarek. "They never . . . . did anything to you did they. . . . . you ever notice any hair missing when you woke up?" Gods, she was already too late, they probably already stol his organs.

Zarek-Last Monday at 10:22 PM

Zarek lets out a laugh after hearing Aneris' theory "Wouldn't he need to actually be awake to spy on us? We could probably find more stuff about him than he can find on us I bet." He passes his hand thru his hair, as if checking that all his permanent bedhair is in place. "I don't think I've seen many hairs missing from my head either." He then stares at aneris "Why would he even need my hair anyway?"

Aneris changed the channel name: Beaford is a dirty fuckign shapeshifterLast Monday at 10:27 PM

Aneris-Last Monday at 10:29 PM

Aneris gets off the table. "Hey I didn't say I had all the answers, just that he's not human" Another drink "Or he's at least as human as I am"

An additional drink "I don't know maybe he eats it?"

Zarek-Last Monday at 10:35 PM

Zarek thinks on it for a second, maybe if it wasn't 1am he wouldn't actually be worried about such a stupid thought. "I guess if you only ate hair instead of actual food you would be tired all day." He looks at Aneris get another drink before continuing "Isn't 25 years old kind of young for a non-human though?... Nevermind, I'm probably just making assumptions based on the other non-humans in the party....except for Pawo..." What a tough topic. "I really don't think I've given this whole 'party human to other races ratio' much thought."

Aneris-Last Monday at 10:40 PM

Aneris nods along with Zarek's words, he's finally understanding this truth she herself has understood for all of ten minutes. "Well, mentally, thats pretty young for an elf at least." SHe leans in again "Beaford is obviously lying about his though." "Guess I don't have to think about ratios either, it'll always be 1 to whatever the other number is" SHe leans back again. All this rocking is starting to get relaxing

Zarek-Last Monday at 11:01 PM

"Nah, if he was actually lying about his age he wouldn't act so awkward whenever he remembers he's older than me." Zarek leans back on his chair too. "Yeah, it's not really worth thinking about anyway I guess." He tries not to laugh while saying the rest of the sentence "specially with shapeshifters around."

Aneris-Last Monday at 11:03 PM

Aneris nods so more but makes a mental note that Kimuri is okay, and it's just Pawo Beaford and potential vampires that should be distrusted. "Could be a good liar though"

Zarek-Last Monday at 11:43 PM

Zarek snaps his fingers after a realization "Would he need a stupid wig and girl clothes for a disguise if he was a shapeshifter though?"

Aneris-Last Monday at 11:48 PM

Aneris slams her cup down again. "Fuck you're right. Or maybe he's a weirdo!"

Zarek-Last Monday at 11:51 PM

Zarek snickers "Well I can't argue that he isn't a weirdo, but with two shapeshifters in the party already if he could grow his hair out he wouldnt use girl disguises." Zarek smiles feeling victorious.

Aneris-Last Monday at 11:54 PM

"Yeah well if he's trying to spy on us that he would get a wig to ya know, not seem suspicious." Aneris apologizes to the cup by draining. "That bones guy didn't stick around for ever long after he outed Beeford" Aneris squints in suspicion

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:09 AM

Zarek watches the cup as aneris speaks "I don't know. In such a group of weirdos he could have eyes on his hands and I don't think it would be suspicious. I mean, it's almost hard for a weirdo to stand out if they were in our group."

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:14 AM

Aneris flashes a quick glance at Zarek's hands before replying. "The perfect cover." She looks at her own hands. No recent additions. "Guess we do stand out as a group."

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:30 AM

Zarek confusedly looks at aneris' line of sight turning from one set of hands to the other. He really had lost count of how much Aneris had drank tonight. "No surprises there. I guess it could be worse though." Zarek said as if they weren't wanted criminals.

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:33 AM

"Yeah . . . . .. imagine if there were like . . . .. . . 2 Felaian's" Aneris shudders then whispers. "I might cry." "Or two Pawo's" Aneris looks for comfort in her glass and finds none . . . when did Zarek steal her drink?

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:35 AM

"I think we have a pretty comfortable amount of healers as of now" Zarek sighs, the thought of two faelians worried him a bit, but not as much as the look aneris gave her inanimate glasses of alcohol worried him.

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:42 AM

Aneris slumps her head on the table "They're all a bunch of freaks is what it is. Especially that dog boy"

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:45 AM

"Not on very good terms with pawo huh..." He looks at aneris' head lying in the table "are you okay?"

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:48 AM

"Who could be" She mumbles to the table. She closes her eyes for a moment "I'm always okay. I've never not been un-okay" It is very important to Aneris that the table, and only the table can hear her words

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:49 AM

Zarek gets up from the table, it doesn't look like Aneris is gonna keep drinking, at least not without pouring 70% of it on the table. "Wanna go back to the room?"

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:51 AM

"You go on . . . . . . . . . " Aneris lays there for a minute then remembers there's a second half to her sentence. "I'll catch up in a while" Drunken pride has decided that admiting she doesn't trust her legs would be bad, but to nap on a bar table would be just fine.

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:53 AM

Zarek stares at Aneris "...Is the table really that comfortable?" he asks almost in a mocking tone

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:56 AM

Aneris opens her eyes and glares in the general direction of Zarek's voice. "No but the floor might be, want me to introduce you?" It might have still sounded like a threat if not for the slurring. "Don't talk down to me" She closes her eyes again.

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:58 AM

He sits down again to get on closer eye level, just in case. "Will refrain from doing so."

Aneris-Yesterday at 1:01 AM

Aneris sighs. Is this a fucking joke? "What are you just going to sit there till my legs work again? Or are you ordering more?" she asks annoyed

Zarek-Yesterday at 1:02 AM

"Well it would be rude to leave you here when you're the one paying for the room. Specially now that you admitted your legs aren't working" Zarek slightly smiles saying the last part

Aneris-Yesterday at 1:05 AM

"Never mind I'm sleeping here tonight. And my legs are just fine tank you." She just doesn't trust them is all. She lifts her head so she can make a pillow out of her arms. "Goodnight, have a safe trip back to the inn."

Zarek-Yesterday at 1:10 AM

"Goodnight" Zarek says, not moving from his seat and deciding to wait for her to pass out.

Aneris-Yesterday at 1:13 AM

Aneris murmurs a responce into her arm and then lays there and waits for Zarek to leave.

Zarek-Yesterday at 1:17 AM

Zarek decides to stay there a bit longer to check for her reaction

Aneris-Yesterday at 1:21 AM

Aneris doesn't really react, she just lays there until her breathing evens out. At least passing out in a bar has a bit more dignity that passing out in the dirt outside.

Zarek-Yesterday at 7:46 AM

Zarek gets up and approaches Aneris to check up on her after her breathing calms down, it really is only his second time seeing her asleep so he really wants to be sure she's out before trying to carry her... Man, she looks cute sleeping. He taps her arms to double-check. He doesn't really like the idea of surprise stab wounds on the way to the inn.

Aneris-Yesterday at 11:10 AM

Her brows reflexively furrow at the touch and a low "mm" is heard but she doesn't move beyond that and her face quickly relaxes again.

Zarek-Yesterday at 11:41 AM

With this response as confirmation, Zarek proceeds to gently lift Aneris off from her table/pillow, and softly puts her in a more comfortable position on his back. Making sure not to wake her up.

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:09 PM

Zarek then left the bar and continued on his way to the inn with Aneris on his back. It felt nice enough to having her so close and feeling her head rest on his shoulder that it was easy to ignore the heavy alcohol smell. Maybe going out to drink wasn't that boring after all. After getting to his own room he gently put Aneris on her own bed, and heavily considered putting her pillow on top of her head...but decided against it. He then got into his own bed "goodnight" he muttered, god it was late.

Aneris-Yesterday at 12:13 PM

"I'm not paying you this time" Aneris mutters/slurs back before covering her face with the pillow again. Blood loss probably affects alcohol intake she notes for the next time she dies.

Zarek-Yesterday at 12:15 PM

Zarek's eyes open hearing Aneris' voice. Luckily his body was turned around for her not to see it. "It's a package deal with the drinks, don't worry." He felt he was paid more than enough anyway.

#c: aneris #c: zarek

0 notes