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peace-coast-island · 1 year

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Diary of a Junebug

Plum lychees, marble swirl shells, and checkered pinecones

Summerbron Isle is a popular weekend getaway spot for the residents of Mushroom Village. Though there isn’t much to the area other than the clear blue water, the quietness and stillness gives off a certain charm that I would say is unique to Mushroom Village. The super slow paced life isn’t for everyone so there’s a reason why people say you either love it here or find it boring. It’s safe to say though, if you move here after being burnt out by the city and are still living here for more than a couple years, then you’ve found yourself a home.

We’re here visiting Shannon, Tsuki, Gary, and Maisie during plum lychee season. Tsuki’s family rented a large cottage a long time ago and when Tsuki moved back to the area, they found out that it was still technically owned by the family so they fixed it up. Part of the reason why no one was staying there was because the house is too big for one family, however it’s the perfect size for us since including me and Daisy Jane we have 6 people, so that’s more than enough space.

Plum lychee season’s kinda a big deal so that’s why Summerbron has more activity than usual. They’re uncommon fruits that only grow in certain conditions, this island being known as an ideal spot for them. Shannon had described them as a hybrid between a lychee and cherry, which turns out to be accurate. The reason why there’s plum in the name is because the fruit is purple like a plum and it kinda looks like one so naturally people assumed it would taste like one.

Along with plum lychees, the island is also known for other uncommon specialties like marble swirl shells and checkered pinecones. Marble swirl shells are typically used to make jewelry while checkered pinecones are used for cooking when you want to add a bit of spice without going too overboard. Milk tea with checkered pinecones is a popular seasonal drink and it’s kinda like a milder version of chai with slightly more bitterness, which I think balances out the sweetness well.

I haven’t seen Shannon and Gary since the train ride so it’s nice catching up with them as well as Tsuki, who wasn’t able to make it last time. Gary, who’s staying in the village working for Flutterpress Gazette, introduced us to his girlfriend Maisie, who’s here on a short vacation too. Like Gary, she’s also taking a gap year instead of starting college this year, so she’s been traveling around. This weekend happens to mark three years since they started dating, five since they became friends. Gary mentioned before that the past year had been rough on both of them, but at the same time it brought them closer together.

Gary and Shannon had touched a bit on the drama that happened over the past several months - most of it he said to be petty while a few were quite serious - but he wanted Maisie to tell her side for the story regarding a major event that shook up the whole city. What happened was that their high school was one of many involved in a scandal regarding athletes abusing steroids while coaches turned a blind eye against what was happening. Gary had heard rumors and felt that he could make a big break in the school paper. So he snuck around and soon realized that what he was getting into ran a lot deeper than he thought.

Then it got personal when he found out that one of the athletes abusing drugs happened to be Maisie’s older brother, a star athlete who was under a lot of pressure. Around the same time Maisie was concerned about her brother’s sudden change in behavior. Before she and Gary knew it, they were in a tough position once her brother found out they were suspecting him. Although he promised to quit for his sister’s sake, he continued using them and eventually died. As a result, Maisie and Gary blamed themselves for not being able to do enough, and things got worse when the school brushed over the whole incident like it was nothing.

Finally, Maisie and Gary had enough so they decided to expose the whole thing. Gary had already gathered the evidence, including some from Maisie’s brother when he confessed to them. It was a dangerous undertaking, one that wouldn’t have been possible if their parents hadn’t taken measures to protect them from the inevitable retaliation they would face. They knew they were potentially putting themselves in danger, but they could no longer sit by and let another tragedy happen. Just as they predicted, the story blew up and reactions were polarizing.

Even now they still get threats from people who accuse them of ruining someone’s reputation. However, no matter how much they try to harass them, they have no regrets about telling Jeff’s story. It’s not a nice story but it has to be said, and if getting the word out means saving one life from going down the same path, that’s more than enough. What Maisie and Gary did wasn’t easy so I’m glad they did what they did. It’s like that saying about how sometimes doing the right thing means making the hardest choices.

One thing they didn’t expect was exactly how far and wide their story spread. Maisie said a couple of Jeff’s close friends who were using told her how grateful they were for what she did and they banded together to protect her when the threats got out of hand. Some people tried to corner her or Gary but fortunately they didn’t get very far before one of Jeff’s friends intervened. Thanks to them, they were able to survive the rest of the school year and by fall, most of the threats backed down.

At least they both said the whole thing kinda gave them an idea of what paths their future will take. For Gary, it’s photography and journalism, specifically about social issues as he found out not only he feels strongly about them, but he also has what it takes to take them head on as long as he sticks to his principles. For Maisie, it’s being a writer, something she was always a little iffy about pursuing and usually kept to herself. As for their future together, they’re open to whatever lies ahead, even if it means going their separate ways, though as the past year has shown, they make a great team. In a way, Gary and Maisie kinda remind me of Ronnie and Jude, especially in terms of their bond growing stronger after going through difficult times when they were at a low point.

Shannon’s been busy with the flower cart along with a few other ventures so her tutoring gig has taken a backseat probably for good, she says. She still says that Gary was her best student and out of all of them, he’s the only one she became good friends with. I know that Shannon has been burnt out by tutoring for a long time and the only reason why she stuck with it was because it was a steady job that allowed her to pursue other creative endeavors with a safety net. Now she’s reached a point where she feels confident enough to take the plunge and put herself out there, she no longer has to rely on something that she doesn’t have interest in and fully focus on things that she wants to do.

To have the freedom to live that kind of life with little worries isn’t easy so I applaud those who can achieve that. Tsuki’s still trying to find their footing but they hope to eventually live the same lifestyle as Shannon and Nuvola. Knowing them, I’m sure they’ll get there someday - aside from hard work and effort, it also takes luck so sometimes you have have to wait for things to fall into place. As I’ve learned from my own experiences as well as from other friends, you just gotta keep doing your own thing and as long as you’re consistent and persistent, your efforts will pay off.

At the beach we’ve been doing a lot of bending and climbing for marble swirl shells and plum lychees. Since Tsuki’’s cottage is in a somewhat isolated area, we’re lucky to have most of the area to ourselves. As it turns out, plum lychee trees are super tall so if this area was busy, we’d probably be stuck with the hard to reach fruit. Did I mention that most of us are short? Tsuki’s really the only one who can reach the high branches because they’re 5’11, so almost an entire foot taller compared to like half the group - me, Daisy Jane, and Shannon.

Now that I think about it, I wonder why it never occurred to us to bring a ladder. We have a ride so it wouldn’t have been tedious to carry, plus I’m pretty sure I saw a ladder in the garage. I guess it doesn’t matter anyway since we did end up picking a lot of plum lychees but it could’ve saved us some hassle.

I think I had the most fun picking up marble swirl shells because it was a lot more chill. Not that picking fruit wasn’t fun, it’s just a bit more physically demanding, especially when you have to basically do parkour just to get a branch. The pinecones were more scattered so we didn’t get as many of those, which was fine. Aside from milk tea, Tsuki doesn’t really recommend using them for cooking because it’s hard to work with - just buy a spice mix from the store, they said. Yeah, I can see how tedious it’ll be to dry it out and grind into a fine powder. With the weather getting colder, a warm spice milk tea sounds ideal.

Speaking of cold weather, there is now definitely a chill in the air. Pretty soon it’s time to be pulling out the cozy sweaters. Now that I’ve succeeded with my first raglan top, I have some sweater projects in mind that are just a bit outside my expertise that I’m confident I’ll be able to pull off. There’s no guarantee how long it’ll take me to get started and finish one, but I hope to have at least one made by the time winter rolls around.

For now my ballerina sweater’s doing the trick as it gets quite warm in the afternoon before the sun goes down. Plus with all the physical activity going on, it wouldn’t be wise to wear something more than a light jacket. It can be annoying when it’s hard to gauge how exactly hot or cold the weather’s gonna be so it’s good to have clothes that are ideal for those kinds of days.

While enjoying the quiet island scenery, we got to talking about the holidays at some point. It’s hard to believe they’re coming right up and before we know it, another year’s gone by. Tsuki says they have no plans yet while the rest of us are going home to spend time with family.

Gary and Maisie said that they hadn’t realized until we started talking about it that this is the longest time they’ve been away from home, which they find is hard to believe. They also pointed out how before last year they would have never guessed that Maisie would be out on the road while Gary’s out in the countryside. They both had assumed that they’d never stray far from home since they live in a metropolitan area so they have access to pretty much all kinds of opportunities there. both of them have been city people all their lives so to leave that kind of life for something that’s basically the opposite of that has been a startling but welcome change for them. Funny how life can sometimes work out that way.

As for what the future holds for them, it’s honestly too early to tell. While they do eventually have to go back home for college, maybe that might change somewhere down the line. Shannon said that Flutterpress might want Gary to stay longer, which means he should look into Safflower U if he wants to go to school next fall. Gary said not to get too ahead of ourselves as it’s only been a couple months since he got here and who knows if they’d get tired of him by then - Shannon and Maisie said that’s unlikely. However he said he considered that possibility, though he’d have to consult his dad first since he always turns to him when making a big decision.

For Maisie, it’s a bit harder for her to tell as she’s in that spot where she knows she wants something but doesn’t know where to begin. She initially had her sights set on a prestigious college mostly because of their intensive creative writing courses. She found out the hard way while she did have what it takes to be a writer, her grades and accomplishments weren’t enough for them to even consider her as an applicant. That sounds harsh but Maisie said in hindsight, it just wasn’t meant to be. After Jeff died, her perspective on a lot of things changed, which was why she decided to go off and travel. It’s so she can learn how to be her own person instead of simply following expectations, something her brother sadly never got to do. The future’s a blank slate for her and she says for the first time in her life, she’s okay with that.

The weekend flew by and we’re back at Mushroom Village. I was hoping to catch Mariya at the cafe but Siobhan said something came up so she won’t be back for a couple more days, which is a shame since Daisy Jane and I are leaving tomorrow. Siobhan’s still the same as ever, though a bit more approachable, mainly because it’s mostly just her running the cafe at the moment so she has to be on her best behavior.

Because of unexpected traffic we didn’t get back until it was super late so we didn’t have too much time to hang around before saying goodbye. Maisie has a plane to catch while Gary and Tsuki have work so they have to be up early. Since it’s a long drive, me and Daisy Jane plan to leave around 8 - realistically 9 because let’s be honest why am I still up at this hour?

Now that I’m aware of the time (almost 1am oops) I think that’s a sign for me to get to sleep.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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cynthiaandsamus · 3 years

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Custom Toonami Block Week 77 Rundown!

Code Geass: So since Shirley’s dead, Lelouch has a similar thought to Cornelia and blames the power of Geass itself instead of her actual murderer. So instead of using the Geass Order like he planned he decides to say fuck it and burn it all to the ground, completing his Darth Vader transformation by not only killing the men, but the women AND THE CHILDREN AND THE SCIENTISTS (Science is the fourth gender, look it up, it’s in Dr. Stone). But yeah half of this episode is just murdering scientist who granted were making child supersoldiers but also don’t have any weapons, like they have zero security no wonder Cornelia was able to walk right up to V.V. And the Black Knights are pissed about killing civilians but I feel like once the horde of children starts making them shoot each other they should get the picture. Rolo murders all his friends, C.C. murders all her former supports, Dietard puts a ninja hit out on Ohgi and Viletta also wants to kill Ohgi, poor Ohgi the dude has like nothing going for him and just ended up in this fucked up chess game and he’s just some dude that fell in love when he saw Viletta naked (didn’t we all) but anyway V.V. pilots Jeremiah’s Pumpkin Battleship and before Lelouch can make Rolo kamikaze himself for killing Shirley, Cornelia wipes him out anyway in probably her most badass moment in the series, using the Pumpkin Battleship’s Byakugan Blindspot to bring it down. V.V. is dead like five times over but Charles comes out to drag Lelouch into the Spear of Longinus so he can do Human Instrumentality or whatever.

Inuyasha: Naraku’s kidnapped Rin so Sesshomaru will kill Inuyasha for him and Sesshomaru hates two things more than anything: being implied he likes humans, and being told what to do, so he tells Naraku to fuck off and goes to fuck him up. This being one of Naraku’s plans of course Sesshomaru doesn’t actually have a choice in this and the battle is a farce so he can spread bits of himself all over and absorb Sesshomaru like Super Buu did to Mystic Gohan. However Inuyasha’s new powerup lets him throw a wrench in that by breaking his barrier and Kagura has to pretend to fight him even though she just wants the doggy brothers to fuck Naraku up. Also Kohaku and Rin have a cute little interaction while he’s holding her captive and Kohaku sees Sango again which triggers his selective amnesia shit. Like you get the feeling Kagura probably would’ve been a better guard for Rin but Naraku only has so many named demons and Kanna isn’t allowed to do anything so might as well throw Kohaku in there to get bonus mental damage to Sango which only works out if you know they’re going to split up like that. But again, this is one of Naraku’s plans so it’s like 50% torture, 50% just trolling people to fuck with their heads.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Younger Toguro faked his death and ambushes Yusuke’s date with Keiko because the plot just doesn’t want this relationship to happen. Toguro pulls up on a motorcycle which is just kind of weird to see and he takes Yusuke somewhere, idk if they walked or if Yusuke got on the back of the motorcycle but Toguro either tossing his motorcycle away to go walk to a car park with Yusuke or Yusuke holding onto Toguro’s waist while they ride are equally hilarious images. Anyway Toguro demolishes the parking garage while still breaking all the rocks that are about to crush Yusuke just to literally flex on him how much stronger he was than when they fought. It’s weird because Toguro seems to kinda be mad about having to fake a loss but also respect Yusuke as a fighter which is strange since Kuwabara was the one that put in the effort for that fake win. That doesn’t matter though cause it’s DARK TOURNAMENT TIME BABY! One of the most iconic anime arcs ever is about to begin and it’s kinda funny they yadda yadda over a two month training arc like there’s like three minutes of Kuwabara training with Hiei and Kurama (where Kurama is the bad cop ironically enough) and Yusuke training with Genkai again before it’s like “Okay let’s just get to the tournament” like I don’t think I’ve ever seen an anime where they announce the tournament and then go sign up for it in the same episode, usually they milk that shit to really sell the preparation but they go with “Here’s a few scene and Yusuke’s a lot stronger now, take our word for it” which is a funny way to start one of the most epic tournament arcs ever.

Fate Zero: This is an episode I’ve heard a lot about, Iskandar, Saber and Gilgamesh fuck around drinking, the whole thing kinda reads like a fanfiction or a Ghost in the Shell episode since 75% of it is just talking. Gilgamesh is basically like “Yo, see that shit? All that shit is my shit, even if I don’t know what it is, it’s mine, so fuck off.” Iskandar’s like “What could the man who once conquered the whole world want? To conquer the whole world TWICE!” and Saber’s like “Hey my whole country got destroyed cause I was thrown into a role I was grossly underqualified for so, maybe not that?” and this pisses Iskandar off because her regret and martyrdom isolates and enfeebles her, he sees the downfall of nations as inevitable and leadership as something to form a community that emulates their leader, not to isolate the ruler as some lone pillar. Also Kirei’s Assassins jump them and Iskandar uses Unlimited Dude Works to stomp them all. Basically it’s the whole Ling/Bradley discussion from FMA but with more nuance, rulers have to benefit their people but they can’t be so dragged down by it that it destroys everyone involved once that pillar collapses. So Iskandar’s like “Yeah you have a really toxic way of looking at things Saber, I’m out. Stop beating yourself up about what’s already happened.” And Gilgamesh is like “No, let her keep beating herself up, this fun, I’m having fun.” So Saber has the admiration of the villain and the disdain of the hero which is an odd situation to be in.

Konosuba: So this one is an OVA or something I think so we don’t get closure on the whole “Kazuma is going to jail for horny and non-horny crimes alike” subplot but we do get a cute little story about Kazuma slowly getting murdered while basically doing the Higurashi Punishment Games on everyone. Ironically he’s not pervy enough for Darkness or Aqua because he’s just a voyeur for Darkness and Aqua he apparently has no sexual attraction to whatsoever. It’s kind of interesting because a few times one or two of them heavily imply they’d just straight up take his virginity if it’d help and he doesn’t go for it, I don’t know if that’s better or worse than what he actually does but once again the ‘principled scumbag’ archetype comes into play and it’s always fun to see what Kazuma will or won’t do, it tends to be just enough that we’re willing to see him punished but not enough to make us hate him, it’s a surprisingly good balance. Anyway, Darkness is boobs, Kazuma may be a lolicon for Megumin, Yunyun and Wiz are also boobs, Aqua is boner repellant and Kazuma dies anyway because the real wish was the friends we made along the way but real friends are the ones that murder you when you’re a scumbag… or something. On to Season 2 next week!

Sailor Moon Crystal: I’m kind of loving the Evil Tuxedo Mask aesthetic, like the bishie face with the red eyes and the suit is really cool-looking. Anyway Tuxedo Mask is evil now and seduces Usagi all over again with the power of evil and video games. There’s probably a message here about girls falling for toxic boys but that’s the subtext over a lot of Sailor Moon that there’s lots of bullshit out to get teen girls and they shouldn’t waste their energy on it. Usagi’s kind of having an existential crisis over evil Tuxedo Mask and Luna’s feeling bad about calling him evil before and now that he actually is evil she doesn’t know what to do. Anyway he finds Zordon’s Tower by hypnotizing Makoto and we do the full transformation scene and speech for four of the scouts so you really know they were stretching the plot with this one. Usagi gets over herself but it’s too late, Evil Mask has the crystal and summons Queen Beryl by… flapping his cape, guess calling her was that easy, man you’d think they coulda just stomped these guys a long time ago but oh well.

Durarara!!: We leave off where Shizuo just crushed someone with a car door, good times. Celty takes the knife they had, believing it to be Saika but is so superstitious about it she doesn’t even see it’s a crappy Pampered Chef knife that’s like two years old max. Then Haruna, the reporter’s daughter reveals not only did she have a weird relationship with the teacher hitting on Anri but she’s also controlling all the Saika zombies around the city because to swords cutting people is loving them like how sharks bite things to see what they are. She sics her army on Anri and Shizuo separately and goes after her teacher who was just coming to sexually harass Anri again so… yay? Anyway Shizuo says fuck you to being in a polyamorous relationship with hundreds of sword zombies and Anri reveals that Haruna’s Saika isn’t the real Saika because HER Saika is the real Saika, we got katana school girls here folks, it really is an anime after all.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Code Geass #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Zero #Konosuba #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!

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fairymagicheart1 · 4 years

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The Very Odd Couple

(It took a while but this is my first fanfic since I went through the passing of my grandma, so I hope you all love this! This is more of a buddy fic between my OC Tati and Donnie, and yes the title is a reference to the classic 1968 movie The Odd Couple.. for obvious reasons here. xD

Yes this is for saving our Rise boys! Please @nickelodeon @nickanimation @netflix please pick them up for continuing them!)

It clearly was supposed to be a peaceful night of pizza and Lou Jitsu movie marathon.. but there was trouble to that plan.

Standing between the last slice of pizza on the table was Tati and Donnie, clearly another of their usual competitions and bickering that has become common soon after Tati began living and training with them.

"Donnie, it would be easier with a duplication spell?" Tati said, she had a smirk and tried to pull the plate and ready to use said spell, but Donnie snatched the plate with one of the mechanical arms of his spider shell.

"A simple precise cut is much more easier and effective for the sharing of the last pizza, especially with my area of expertise with technology." Donnie bragged and pressed a button on his tech-bo to switch it to laser mode. "Oh and burn us like the last time?" Retorted Tati.

The remaining three turtles, Splinter, April, and Nessa were just helplessly watching the bickering. "Shouldn't we try to stop them?" April asked, frankly for all.. it was getting to be too much lately; Tati was just as proud of her mystical fairy abilities almost as much as Donnie's own abilities in technology. Splinter was even tapping his fingers on his arm rest in growing frustration at the constant arguments.

"At least it won't blow us off the roof of a 12 story building with your so called Air Swipe attack?" Donnie sarcastically said back, using air quotations and Tati learned on the table now doing a mystic spell/tech tug of war with the pizza slice. "THAT was an accident during practice and you know it Techy!!"

It was a pull and tug battle and it was getting heated.. until Splinter leaped from his chair and pulled the slice away and caused the two to land in a pile. "ENOUGH!! Both of you!" Called out Splinter, now both teens looked up to Splinter's steamed face; the argument clearly had annoyed him greatly. "You know it's kinda ironic how you two argue but can be so much like each other." Raph spoke up with a slight smile.

Though getting back up, they both spoke at the same time. "What me, him/her?! We're nothing alike!" They then both faced each other steamed.

Before another word can be spoken, Splinter jumped to separate them with a loud. "To your rooms! Tomorrow there will be training.. for you both only!" And with that, Tati and Donnie had no choice but to do so..

Through this silence, April spoke up and they all have a look that screams unease. "Uh Splints? You sure you got a great plan? I love them both but Donnie and Tati look like they're almost ready to tear each other apart." She said while Leo just leaned back. "Totally cheering for my girlfriend by the way." Though at that Splinter just made his chair tip over and fell to the ground with a yelp.

"Oh I have just the plan for this and it will take more than just one parent.." Splinter said with a grin and pulled out a hand sized crystal piece.. "I just need to make a call." He walked away, leaving confused looks on the group's faces.. though Nessa's face had more of a look of knowing.

It was the next morning when Tati and Donnie were already up in the kitchen for breakfast.. still clearly ticked off from last night though Splinter came into the room and wasn't alone as Tati nearly choked in surprise. There standing with her arms crossed was Tati's own mother Queen Himari. "Mother?! What are you doing here?" Tati asked in surprised yet slightly fearful..

"My daughter, Splinter called me here for my help on this training.." Himari explained.. now they told the idea... and the unison shouts came soon after from the two teens and it rattled the doors!

"WHAT?!?! Spend the whole day with HIM/HER?!?!" Cried both Tati and Donnie in horror, clearly obvious that this plan does not sit well with them and that was expected.. so Himari herself nodded, her hand raised to Tati and a zap came to her cloaking T-symbol pin. "This spell lasts for exactly 24 hours, this keeps you from using your mystical abilities." Himari explained and Splinter quickly grabbed Donnie's gear, his battle shell, gauntlet, his goggles and tech-bo! "And until then, Donnie will not be using his tech! You both must learn to respect each other as a team on equal ground." Splinter said in this moment of seriousness ans Himari nodded in agreement. "And for you both to respect your abilities, not to use them for ridiculous fights and competitions."

The two teens both clearly were to argue back.. if not the two parental figures have gave their stern glares (hence anime fires behind them) Donnie and Tati knew.. they had to spend the day together, so they were on the surface now; Donnie in his hoodie sweater and Tati wearing her jacket, walking together.

"Great, a full 24 hours without tech or even without even the use of phones?! The great Pizza Supreme in the sky may take me now!" Donnie exclaimed with such a dramatic expression. "You went on a full on mission without tech before.. Twice?" Tati replied, though rather being sarcastic.. then a cheerful voice piped up behind them.

"Never fear! Todd the Friendship Counselor is here!" Said the sweet and overly excited mutant Capybara Todd.

"Todd?! How did you-!?" Tati cried out in surprise. "Let me guess.. Dad and her mom called you in for backup?" Donnie asked with a deadpan expression and tone. In which Todd pulled both Tati and Donnie and a tight hug. "By the end of this day, I just know you two will become the best of buddies!" He said cheerfully, the two weren't as thrilled as he was.. even they know Todd means very well. "Yeah.. this is gonna end well.." Tati said in a deadpan expression.

Though it was from the shadows, three hidden figures smirked from the shadows..

Now at an outdoors pizza place, Todd had Tati and Donnie sitting face to face and both equally share a look of unimpressive expressions, arms crossed on the surface. Todd sat on the stool where he can face both of them. "So let's see, why don't one of you start off by saying something nice?" Todd instructed.. which still caused silence to follow.

"Donnie? Doesn't Tati have the cleanest hair?" Todd said, trying to start things off.

Taking a breath, Tati regained herself.. "Well Donnie is great with his tech.. if it wasn't for that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Milk Thief thing that nearly fried me?" She said in a passive aggressive way as Donnie just narrowed his eyes. "What you expect me to eat dry cereal?" Donnie just said equally as such.. they both glared, electricity zapping from all around. But Todd was undeterred! "Don't worry! We still got 12 hours of fun together!" He said as both teens have fallen backwards with exasperated groans.

"Well yes but she's always the one who ties up the bathroom for 3 hours every morning?" The technology minded turtle just pointed an accusing finger at the mystic fairy.

"Hey I was trying to get my makeup done, I like looking my best?" Tati snapped but Todd intervined. "Hey now we're trying to say nice things?" He said still trying to keep the peace.

*segue into montage*

After the pizza and through the daytime, Todd was making sure the two were doing buddy themed activities; video games at the arcade (getting into a competitive argument in between when Donnie cheated again.)

Basketball (Donnie still has a horrible toss and Tati made a basket which bounced off his head.)

And now a quick browsing trip in a clothes store. At this time both teens had finally managed to relax.

Tati was looking at some cute tops and dresses while Donnie just looked at some fabulous jackets. "You know this wasn't so bad.. never ever done this kind of day off before." Tati said offhand, which Donnie looked towards her at that.

"That's.. surprising.. I thought a princess like you got to do whatever and whenever you want at the snap of your fingers?" Donnie replied, Tati put away the dress. "Yeah right.. everyday was a constant and useless schedule of so called ladylike lessons, it was very rare that I even get to spend at least more than 3 hours with my mother and siblings." Tati explained, gritting her teeth at the memory of it.. but then looked back to Donnie, a flash of realization, if it wasn't for them.. she would've gone back to that life. "I'd give anything to have what you have.. even admittedly that skill in tech."

Donnie gave a wry smile, even chuckling at the memory of how hard it was for the mystic fairy to get around tech in the beginning. He's noticed that she now gotten some improvement.. even if the other day she still confuses the remote with the phone.

"Still I thought.. you hated me or something.." Donnie said in a rare honest tone, Tati looked at Donnie with a shocked look. "Donatello why would.." Tati started but then the store lights started flickering and the floor started to shake. Totally means trouble and they both rushed out fast.

"Oh just typical New York stuff.. uh Todd, maybe you should go on ahead and we'll catch up?" Tati suggested with a nervous grin, she didn't want Todd in the crossfire..

There was a 10 foot tall robot with a shogan like headgear and large gauntlets (like something out of Gurren Lagann) Tati had her hand in front of her open gaped mouth and was wide eyed. Tati turned to Todd who came to join them. "What's the excitement?" Asked Todd, blissfully oblivious. Tati clapped her hands together fast.

"Okey-dokey!!" He skipped off, leaving Tati to sigh in relief.

"The one time we don't have gear or powers then trouble starts?! Sure this was a great idea Papa!!" Donnie exclaimed loudly and slapped his face covered.

"Aww is little tech turtle having a bad day?" Said a condescending female voice and both teens looked to see it was the Purple Dragon Tech Club! Kendra smirked with Jase and Jeremy standing behind her, Jase was the one holding the remote control for the robot.

Donnie shot a look but narrowed his eyes in distaste at the group. "I should've known.. the Purple Dragon Tech Club? Shouldn't you all be under house arrest?"

"Purple Dragon Tech Club? Those crazy kids you told me about?" Tati quickly asked before the robot had swung fast and knocked over Donnie and pushed Tati a fair distance. "And Ow!!" Donnie said holding his head.

Kendra smirked at the opportunity now to smash Donnie once and for all. "Jase, smash the turtle!"

Donnie held his head, looked up and stared wide eyed up at the impending robot arm about to hit him, but at that moment, a recovered Tati's eyes shimmered and screamed out "DONNIE!!!" She sprang up and ran so fast.. as if she was tapping into her Air powers now! She managed to push Donnie and both of them rolled out of the way as the robot just smashed the pavement.

"Ugh! Get them!!" Cried out an irritated Kendra, pointing towards the two.

The robot tried another swing but this time Donnie managed to react in time and sprinted fast enough with Tati. "Those guys.. seriously have issues!!" She cried out and now they ran before ducking into an alleyway to let the robot rush by. The two peeked out before stepping out.

As the robot came, Tati was waving her arms. "Hey down here!!" She goated and rushed towards a fire hydrant. While the robot turned towards her, Donnie took this chance before the Purple Dragons caught up, Donnie may not have his gear but this didn't stop him from ripping out the panel cover with the crowbar and he pulled the right wire to stop the leg from moving. "Boom! Ready!!"

"Hey thanks for that save.." Donnie said catching his breath, keeping a sheepish glance. "Donnie.. I know I was angry but I know I couldn't and never will hate you." Tati said, smiling to the purple banded turtle. "In fact, Todd was right.. I already thought of you like a brother." She looked at Donnie with a glance of sweetness that was shared.

"Yeah." Donnie said, Tati hugged him from the side, though now and stepped to face the oncoming robot coming back towards them. "Ok Techy let's come up with something to teach those brats a lesson.." Tati said while giving a look of determination which was shared by Donnie. "Hey Don? Their tech isn't waterproof?" She said as Donnie's lips turned to a smirk. Glancing from a nearby renovation site with a crowbar..

Tati pulled a thumbs up and did a dodge roll before the robot finally took a swing and hit the hydrant instead.

The stream of water hit the exposed panel and the robot couldn't move anyways so it shorted out and finally crashed to the ground.

"What?! How?!" Shrieked Kendra after running up, clutching her head in anger.

"You messed with the fam, you get retribution!!" Said in a loud tone of confidence from Donnie with Tati, arms crossed and smirking proudly. Then the sound of police sirens finally came rapidly.

They already got back ahead close to the manhole closest to their lair home, managing to pick up Todd along the way. "Oh man I wish I could've saw the look of their faces!" Tati laughed alongside Donnie. "I know right!" They both laughed then they shared a shared smile as Todd looked up at them both with shining eyes. "So does this mean you're both best buddies now?"

Before Kendra could try to even expose Donnie and Tati, they were already gone and left the Tech Club to their fate, getting arrested by the cops once again.

Though they both looked at each other then at Todd. "Well we could say for certain that we will be.. this is a start of it." Donnie said and Tati continued with "Yeah and besides, we're more like siblings now.. guess that's why we fought, siblings fight.." "But we'll always be family." Donnie finished as he and she shared a fist bump to Todd's joy as he hugged them both. "Friendship counseling mission complete!" He cheerfully said and the both teens laughed.

They both went home, even when they got their respective abilities and tech back, the next night..

"Donnie!" Tati said arms crossed. "Just say when Techy?" She finished actually using her levitation spell to life up one pizza box. "Ok now!" Donnie called out as each arm of his spider shell held up plates and Tati tossed up the box and duplicated every slice so that everyone got twice as much slices on each plate! Both teens now stood side by side, a grin on each face.

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sirjustice1430 · 3 years

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Online shopping all gadgets made

will heaven end and after how many years ask dude And don't locate ya region with another, as i n ya face, kinda, u can fight 4 their hunger rights while u poor cant do the same, live ya own life personally forget about ya tribe dude and don't do it kinda with another to help ya or will derail their moves as he is not the reason so dude and if u persist then tell me all the machines u have not made needed i refine, so we find no reason as the same and your Mr big man can do that as China with aliexpress and USA with Amazon and your do the same and if u insist with my food and not getting the other part belongs to the poor yet u claim u rich then let siren gas surface and i do the same on the 3rd day, i remove my mask after witnessing how such who have died are discarded to please me dude

The boom area can be any container and even 4 the truck of any material placed on gone up or down places in either sides or corners to make much machines and even in any inclination bro and can be inserted half way into the soil or mud or just on top or even 25% and 75% unto the soil or mud or any heap to make much machines and accessories as u can try bro and even prisms and polyhedrons can do bro as u employ and try with machines u have not made yet and ask with coded voice each machine u wanna make if can be made in such as above and placed how in which boom area or environment and get it or go 4 it dude

What make people love sex or women is a species of leech within ya or Plasticine which if they see u not doing as above, maybe, u have killed the Leech, it pinch them, cause they say they wanna infuse ya gene as u love women, not in line with their good character they wanna infuse dude, so it calls us not to stick to the above lest the Plasticine removed and the leech or other protozoa killed of the same text to get real ya character cause its a big time game so they remain alive and special bro

WHEN U have made artificial soil, u can get to another nation growing the same when their is sheet over wash erosion or take river water or soil sample, but top and soak with water and sprinkle within ya made soil so the microscopic organism within soil grows that makes the wanted plant grow and that is the gimmicks dude

Kinda, with going to other planets they have started putting the same feeling as with they are jealous with one progress or getting to another land or continent without their own support, so if heaven their not as we were cheated earlier with standing then let the siren gas thing surface. Me am not ya father or mother neither ya government to take care of u, u cant replicate me to that, talk to your Mr big man to help ya case not me, lest the described above surface bro which pains not cause u will not control any land as u wish or manipulate any as your long-term goal which is finished dude

Ask in every city of the world around ya and far off ya those women have accepted who and they belong to who and answers give as in the song link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-e&q=we+belong+together+by+mariah+carey

Now each and every nation got their own internet and websites to store any as the song, written scripts as Sermons so u can not, get off the continent and after long take such as with the already named songs

And ask who gave who those songs as u ask who sang them along times and with Aubert Knowings AK Relative to Beyonce, why he left Tucson to come to Africa, if the deal was good or cheated and why and which state he went to work for and which job he did and if he is related to the wife he married who also came from Texas and what the occupation of the man who cheated him and the current state he is living and those who know Knowings and sent to Kenya to monitor him and let us know dude and why he sang the song Ft Dre to get by or they will be killed with 1 he is going to nurture as he was Daniel in Kenya and which family accepted him in Kenya and where and where were they from and with what they wanted with Kenya and if the deal gone sour and if they were pro-local tribe or in cheats not wanting them in pretense and ask who as dignitary of his tribe wants to kill his tribe indirectly cause the curse can befall his other clans and has been warned of the same, so we know dude

Ask who gave him the name Daniel and who was God at that time and where now, Denver or went to hell and ask who wants to kill who and why and even with tribes per your friend and tell other friends the same

With the automatic cooker of Fries you can add temperature detector 4 the oil, to drop if reached and maximum to reduce the coil heat power and take a cooking oil to dark or reused which need to be hurled out and make its sensor that if it reaches such a state it pours out automatically to be replenished with a new oil as much as water from a container or from automated tap outlet connected to the same dude. Where the detector is made when such oil placed in clothe and paper esp white then place on CD hole on hay guava heap as on top u add egg shell to press with ya toe or add onion leaf to press with small finger or add lemon outer peel to press with in between fingers and as well works with other extracts placed on the same, heap cabbage and hay mixed with tangerine sugar or brown sugar, in round jerricans made hole on the side as with letter box inserted like 25% on the gone down places and even 75% on gone up places in the dark the upper part has a small holes as pinhole to allow light in and then wash feet in surgical spirit with kids washing touching ya toe nails inside mixed with grass juice you your 1 hand on porridge within the made like bus transit pull rope withing the wall on both side fixed with nails or nuts which can be even rubber or chop brown porridge on wood soaked in milk and hay and boom ya machine which as well u can add within the line up of making the machine above b4 signing and crossing and boom ya machine dude

Ask the coded voice on tips of south African, islands can be made to plant what and what, on Durban and Cape town sideways and downward inclination and how deep in KM and far off the main coast and the altitude from water base that that crop needs to grow and the combination of the heap to be placed in water and if artificial can do and in what quantity per tonnes dude and let us know and let people get there and comparable to which lands in size as nation or your county and if with USA and the world, if every state, region or country plants what he can plant on both land and seas which states/nations can be rich in the USA, Canada and in the world and even with every nation and let us know, instead of this and that bro, and even lake and rivers and springs u can write to be formed within the land and of how much size and take any land that grows such and say u want the same and the voice tells ya the heap to be laid on water 4 the end boom process dude

And ask the coded voice as it speaks close to ya ears, the total population of each nation of the world, of every continents, race, tribe, city and the world at large and if we need to spend cash in doing the same as with census yet its truth and lets us know

And ask which cities got beautiful women in the whole world and why as which beautiful cities and the reasons why and ask why the coded voice hates Eu/American houses as compared to Africa ones, 1 answer being they are Kiddish not rough as smooth but in ya own eye can be good so the results of the above are pegged on the eye of the beholder

Any container slanted this side or that side with hole like letter box hole from below or above make much machines in the boom as electronics and more and u can try and even with of other materials as metals, wood, clay and concrete or any and even when inserted half way or partially into the ground with hole or without hole to diffuse light dude to enable the boom thing and get to know dude. Like knife and plates on such plastic containers within soil/mud or even electronics and clothing and many dude

Odwakao wiya, odagi thi mondwakowe, says Lavo with Kebi--- as i hear such were directed to Raila and likes

Open a new email from the selections in the link below even needing no phone bro as phone no to open dude, not to disturb ya with ambushes as explained earlier

https://mashable.com/2007/09/05/email-toolbox/

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everlasting-deluge · 5 years

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When We Were Young | 01

↠pairing: park jimin ⇆ reader (female) ⇆ kim namjoon

↠genre: angst, romance, song fic, Ex-lover!Jimin, Ex-lovers!AU, Childhood Love!AU, (kinda) Sugar Daddy!Namjoon

↠warnings: mention of disturbing subjects (Ex. suicide attempt, depression, anxiety), profanity

↠words: 5k

↠A/N: I’ve got the inspiration for this work from the song When We Were Young by Adele. This is the first chapter of the serie. I focused on character’s inner world rather than the outside one. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this work too, so don’t be afraid to send me some feedbacks.

➸ Nothing could prepare you for this fateful and haphazard encounter with him. He was there, right in front of you, looking at you with the same yearning that had been in your eyes for years now. Were you ready to face him? Were you ready to know the cause of those sleepless nights and your wet pillows?

❈ | Moodboard | Masterlist |

One, two, three, four… Ten.

Ten seconds of eye contact was what you needed for recalling the owner of those eyes, those beautiful soft dark brown eyes. They once looked at you with love and care, promised you the world, made you feel safe and complete; now, however, you could only see panic bolting in them.

He was confused, his eyes had widened only for a split-second was clearly hinting that; but his stiffened posture caused by him trying to restrain his emotions made you think something else was in the equation, another factor that needed to be added.

It didn’t really take you long to find that missing element, just following where his eyes were drifting away to. It was simple but also crushing; like, the elephant in the room suddenly decided that it was fed up with only sitting there. So instead, it started to jump on your newly healed heart with its tons of weight. The haphazard stitches became undone, and the blood leaked out from the wounds.

If your heart was like how it used to be, then there should have been no problem with carrying the weight. It had carried all that love for years. That cursed burden called love which brought you nothing but, supposedly, “never-ending” storms that ended with a grave silence.

Jimin was sitting at the table on the rightmost row, which your table was a part of as well; like you, the night view of the city on their right was presented by the huge windows kissing the ceiling from all the way down to the floor.You two could see each other’s faces clearly—against your own liking.

The beautiful lady sitting across from him was the reason behind the hesitation buried in his actions— you were assumming her beauty from behind; she had this perfect posture and a milk-white skin exposed by her back-revealing dark red velvet dress. You could hardly detect her voice speaking to Jimin among muffled background noises of the restaurant. Her voice was like her dress: velvety.

She then giggled, probably expecting him to react the same way, but Jimin was too absorbed by your presence to notice her request. Your whole being was covering his senses like a delicate lace curtain. He could rip you off only with his bare hands and come back to the real world, getting out of your mesmerizing shade, but he didn’t want to; the tulle brushing his face was leaving a funny tingle on his skin. He enjoyed seeing the world brokenly behind the little gaps between embroidery patterns. And everything else looked white, innocent-like. In that whiteness, he forgot what he’d done to you, what he’d done to you two’s “we”. His mind wandered among odds. Could he use “we” with you ever again? He’d considered the possibility for thousands of times before, but he had never dared to want more than he deserved. He could not be greedy; he had no right to be so. But if he had had the courage, he would have searched you everywhere; and when he had found you, he would have never let you go ever again. He did once, and it had almost cost him his life. Almost…

You saw him flinch as he trailed his gaze down, piercing his eyes away from yours. His girlfriend must have held his hand on the table. He smiled softly to her but softness didn’t reach to his eyes; the panic was still evident in them. The lady didn’t notice though, or she pretended to not to. In anyway, you could see that she had this huge impact on him. It was strong enough to not let him show his emotions towards you. This didn’t bother you, however; not like how it did in the past at least.

“____, are you okay?”

You wondered how you looked like through the eyes of the person sitting on the chair right in front of you. Rude, uninterested? A kid who had a focus-span less than ten minutes? You tried to read his expression, but it gave you nothing more than plain concern.

You hated it.

“Yes, I’m okay Namjoon. It was a tough day at the office, ’s all. Thank you for your concern.”

You smiled at him and returned to cutting the delicious-looking steak on your plate—which, maybe, had costed a full shopping cart of food that could serve you for a month. You weren’t paying, so you kept your mouth shut and tried to enjoy what’s given to you. You appreciated it, really. If it weren’t for him, you would never come to this kind of luxurious place, or eat costly meals in tight and revealing dresses combined with a pair of killer high heels. It simply was not in you; you weren’t suitable for these kinds of things. They were too much for your lifestyle shaped by the incomes of you and your parents’—which won’t fill a nutshell compared to Namjoon’s current earnings.

You told Namjoon what you’d felt about how he preferred to live his life. You didn’t want him to quit it altogether, of course not; but you asked him to tone it down a little and respect your boundaries when he was with you. He said that he would do anything for you; he said only you mattered to him, but you knew him better than that. The reflection of you in his eyes was someone else. And she was a complete stranger to you.

She was someone who enjoyed parties, getting social and talkative; she was fond of getting dressed up and minding her manners. The present you in front of him was just an empty shell he can fill up with his desires and standards. You were just a potential to him and nothing more, only waiting for someone to actualize you. Whenever you showed your distress about the whole thing and refused to do as you were told he would say,

“You are beautiful ____, but your own eyes are helpless when it comes to seeing your true beauty under this… Well, neglected layer. You can be so much more, love; you have the potential to be so. We just have to find the real you hidden inside and when we do, I assure you, you’ll feel better. Let me help you, ____.”

Yesterday, you two had planned tonight’s dinner date. While you two had been planning, you’d emphasized that you wanted it to be simple and casual. You’d asked him to come over to your place and prepare dinner with you; you’d thought it would help deepen your bond, plus it would be cute to mess around a little in the kitchen. You just wanted to see him in his “casual” habitat. It’d been two months since you two start dating, but you knew nothing about him other than general personal informations, his family being an acquaintance of your family and him having enough money to spend like there’s no tomorrow.

Namjoon had promised you a calm and sweet dinner, only you two in a romantic atmosphere.

While you were dreaming about how this date would have been like if he’d just stuck to the plan and had kept his promise, like a cuckoo clock warning you about the passing time, the waitress startled you when she asked if you needed anything else. This made you look up from your glass half filled with red wine and see the painful reality. You two were not alone, neither casual, and were far away from your definition of a sweet romantic dinner. And the privacy… You’d rather not think about that.

“No, thank you. We’re fine.”

The waitress smiled and with a small nod she left you two to your own miserable night.

You fixed your gaze on Namjoon after looking around and thinking how you ended up in there. He was wearing a black suit and his hair was styled nicely, granting him a sharp-look along with the glasses he wore. Everything on him was screaming money and power, everything on him was matched with his aura; he owned it all. Nothing looked out of place, unlike you. You were stiff, unnatural. People would immediately understand that you were not a part of this world; you were unsuited, not born for this. Yet, Namjoon has claimed that he saw something in you that no one ever did, including yourself. He believed that you belonged to where he was standing, the world of elites; he believed that you belonged to him. But you have never been his or someone else’s and you were never going to be. You belonged to you, and you were sick of pretending like someone else. You’ve never wanted to be better. You were enjoying the life plenty with this version of you.

You’ve missed wearing baggy and comfortable clothes when you went out; staying at home, settling on your little counter beside the window (which had an amazing view at this time of the year) and reading your favorite book on there while drinking your calming tea.

Ah, you’ve missed the autumn in Busan; you’ve missed riding your bike to the beach and watching the sun set bit by bit until it submerged into the sea completely, as lines and colors mixed all together and formed the starry sky along with the moon. You’ve missed the autumn in Busan with him. You’ve missed Park Jimin.

And now, he was right there, a few meters away. You’ve always dreamed; what if you saw him again, what if you had a chance to talk. What would you say?

I’ve missed you,

I still love you.

Come back to me…

Just the possibilities themselves were enough to make you nauseous. Whenever the thought corossed your mind, something warm would emanate your heart at the spot; welcoming and familiar… Then his face would appear in your head. Untouched and eternal… As if the cruel time made him an exception and let him pass without giving his youth as an exchange.

The Jimin in your head was young and full of love. He was smiling ear to ear. In contrast with his widening smile, his eyes were getting smaller. You’d loved to see him smile; you would feel instant relief when he showed his pearl-white teeth to the world and blessed the living.

You’ve always thought you would feel the same way when you meet him again, the emotions from the past would flourish and wind your heart with their arms like a poison ivy.

The first taste from the poison would always feel pleasant and heavenly; but when it found its way through your veins and swam in your every cell, it would kill you gradually. Even though feeling the slow-coming end, you would still try to cherish every little piece it’s given to you. Even after all that pain and darkness, you would still feel grateful for all those memories he made with you. But the worst part would always be the time when you realize that you still carved it. Because once you tasted it, it just felt… right. As if it should have been there from the start, as if it was your part you’ve been missing all this time.

The emotions were there still, along with the poison itself; but you weren’t.

The fog in your head was thicker now, concealing the last remaining pieces of who you used to be. The shared laughters, glances, words… Everything was now swallowed by The Fog of Remedy. You’ve done this to yourself, you needed to forget if you wanted to heal. And this was what you’d wanted from the start: to forget.

You’d never thought at some point of your life you would want to get rid of those meaningful memories… to get rid of him. You’d wished not to do so. You’d wished to keep them with you so that the Jimin in those scenes can stay young and hidden. A Jimin had never gotten the touch of Time; a Jimin never gave up on you and what you two once had… You’d felt like that was the only connection you had with him: The old rusty memories smelled like fresh daisies, just like the time when you two went to the forest for your second anniversary.

But people can change, just like how emotions do. Now, the pain in your heart wasn’t the result of those never ending nights you’d kept thinking about where you did the wrong, where you shot the last bullet. Now, it resulted from your overwhelmed state caused by none other than Park Jimin sitting a few meters away: You were glad for seeing him once again; you were angry at him still looking like how he stayed in your thoughts, young and ethereal; you were sad for thinking how you two ended up like this at the very end; two strangers once shared a single heart.

‘Jimin, you bast–’

You irked with the sudden coldness on your hand. Getting your head up from your gold engraved plate, you looked at the culprit of the goosebumps on your arms.

Namjoon was holdings your hand as if it was made of glass. The hold was gentle, and when you’d gotten used to its temperature, it felt warm. He had the same gentleness in his face, too. When you met with his eyes, however; his gaze intensified, making you feel vulnerable and small. He was a man who got the power of money always beside him, but he himself, too, possessed a great strength that made people feel weak under those sharp eyes.

You’d used to compare his eyes with Jimin’s. They differed greatly from one another but also somehow found a way to shine as if they belonged to the same person.

Namjoon’s eyes were a lot more defined than Jimin’s. They were heavy with the given responsibilities at such young age. Namjoon tasted success earlier than most did; but like any other thing in this world, it came with a price. Probably, he’d not had the chance to do most people did at around his age: like not thinking about the fact that actions he took constantly monitored by people who waited eagerly for his demise, or enjoying a single freaking normal dinner date with his girlfriend, etcetera, etcetera…

But even so, sometimes his eyes had this familiar shine in them. You had seen it when you two met for the first time and you had seen it before in Jimin’s eyes too. Namjoon had smiled at you when you two exchanged your names, and that was the moment you had decided to leave the past behind and try to move on. Maybe that familiarity in his pupils had urged you to take a step forward, or maybe you’d been fooled by it just to see that familiar shine was a delusion of your longing for Jimin.

You had let go of the strings and let the destiny do her job; no more playing the blind, playing “the victim”. This had led you to accept your parents invitation to meet with their close friends—who were wealthy and had a handsome and also successful son at your age, according to your parents. Now here you were, sitting across from him with a title always came before your birth-given name:

Namjoon’s girlfriend.

Namjoon’s hand was still on yours. You briefly smiled at him, which led him to do the same. After making sure you were okay again, he lifted his hand and returned to his meal. You were going to do the same– No; you had to do the same, but something was urging you to look at Jimin’s eyes. You wanted to look at them, The Present Jimin’s eyes to see if they were how you remembered, longed them to be. You wanted to be sure they shimmered the same way they did years ago. So you obeyed to the little voice and lifted your head up, but inside you were praying that he was minding his own business so you two didn’t lock eyes. You closed your eyes for a second; after exhaling, you lifted your head to look straight ahead.

Jimin saw your closed eyes and got worried a little. You were not okay, possibly his fault. He wasn’t expecting you to look at him directly; but you did, and he forgot how to breathe. You were still beautiful, as if the time had stopped just for you. Your eyes, lips, nose… Every inch of you drowned him in nostalgia. He remembered how he’d looked at you and you’d looked back at him like you two were the only beings in the universe. He remembered how he used to kiss you starting from your forehead to your chin. If the mood was right, he would slowly nibble at your little sensitive spot just under the right ear, and from there to your neck. Soon after, he would keep going down to ravish your whole body.

He tried to recall how your lips felt like on his skin. You would kiss him gently when you had to wake him up from his slumber, and he would groan to protest. He would smile into the kiss, make you giggle to. He loved your laugh and every sound you’d make whenever you opened your pretty little mouth. From your most heartfelt laughters to your sexiest moans, he remembered them all like yesterday. He missed them; he missed you.

And your eyes… Your eyes that held the galaxy in them. They had never left him, always looking with lust in his most private dreams. The eyes used to brighten his darkest nights… He focused on your eyes solely with a hope to see the beautiful Milky Way in them, but what he’d seen broke his heart. The galaxy was gone along with the warmth always melted him on the spot. The stars were now replaced by meteors wandering aimlessly in the void. Your eyes were looking lost; they were focused on his eyes but somehow it felt like they were trying to see something behind them, something placed way deeper. Jimin could see pieces of hope scattered in your eyes, barely shining but still there. Seeing this, he once again remembered the grave sin he’d committed. He should have never left you. He did this to you, and he never hated himself more than this very moment.

Jimin’s strong gaze made you uncomfortable, but you refused to look away. You needed validation, a proof that the man you were looking in the eye was your Jimin. You tried harder, looked deeper; but, the feeling never came. You couldn’t see him; he was not there anymore. He was someone else, like how you were. Life has been harsh for you both, forcing you to change. You’d done your best to hold on, you were sure he did the same, too. Because that’s how life is like, adapt or die.

Suddenly, Namjoon’s loud voice tore your thoughts, as keen as a fine knife.

“____, tell me what is wrong?! Just don’t avoid my questions anymore, please. I need to know why you’re crying.”

‘Crying…? What?’

You touched your cheeks; they were indeed wet. It was hilarious how you didn’t notice your own tears pouring down. They were visiting the corner of your lips and then reaching your chin. Out of curiosity, you licked the liquid. It was salty, of course; but you tasted something else, too. It tasted like disappointment. Then you realized that the liquid escaped from your eyes, was actually the poison itself; it was pouring out of you, not finding any more cell or joint to fill up. It was spilling out of your eyes. You used to wonder how it would look like in real life, an image of tar was always in your mind; but this transparent form of it had never once crossed your mind. It was looking exactly like tears, taking you aback.

You were sure, however; you knew that it was the poison. You were feeling the fullness inside of you, organs crushing in the fluid surrounding them. Especially your heart was finding it hard to work properly, your lungs were almost giving up. You were full and now it was spilling. One drop fell down to the red tablecloth—like any of the other thing in the restaurant, you guess it was an expensive piece. Looking at the wet spot on the soft fabric, you came back to your senses and without giving it a chance to spoil your makeup any further; you grabbed the nearest napkin and pressed it to your cheeks and eyes, careful not to ruin your mascara.

“I’m sorry Namjoon. I’m as surprised as you are. I don’t know what happened to me. It’s just… I think I got overwhelmed for a second there. I’m sorry. I’ll be okay once I go to the restroom, excuse me please.”

As you were making your leave, he grasped your wrist and didn’t let you stand up. You gasped. He sighed and spoke,

“You have nothing to apologize for, I should be the one to do so. I’m sorry for rising my voice; it was stupid of me. I was just- I was just worried. From the moment we came here, your mind has been somewhere else. You barely said anything and just got lost in your thoughts. You sure you okay? If you want to, we can leave now. Just say the word, I’m here.”

After finishing what he’d thought to say from the moment he had realized something was off, Namjoon closed the gap between you two over the table. He stretched his right arm towards the torn napkin piece stuck to your left cheek, wet from your tears. His fingers gently brushed your skin as he picked up the piece. You couldn’t help but notice the unnecessary contact he displayed. You were not uncomfortable because of his touch, no, but because of your heart speeding up despite the ivy surrounding it. And this was causing an intolerable pain deep in your chest. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it wasn’t supposed to feel something.

You held your breath until he took his seat once again, thinking t it would help you calm down. It was your first time seeing him this compassionate. You muttered a thanks and then left your table, heading to where the restrooms were.

The restrooms were placed at inner left corner. Men and women both were using the same entrance and then separating their ways. You stopped at the common entrance for a second and looked back, seeing Namjoon checking his phone. Then you felt someone else’s gaze over you; sliding your eyes a little to left, you saw Jimin looking back at you. He, however, didn’t give you enough time to interpret his expression; facing the lady sitting in front of him and saying something. You saw his lips moving but couldn’t determine the words. Leaving him like that, you continued to walk further, finding the door for ladies and entering.

As expected, the restroom was also high quality. Looking at the crystal chandelier swinging from the ceiling, you once again found yourself doubting what the fuck were you doing there. This was simply going overboard. Deciding on finishing as quickly as you could manage, you stood in front of the big mirror placed above the sinks. It was embellished with gold leaves around the corners; the taps were also gold.

You swore under your breath and turned on the hot water. When the temperature was right, you placed your hands under it. That felt refreshing. At that moment you noticed your shaking hands. You squeezed them slightly to stop them. With the water, it looked like it worked; they were not shaking anymore. You wanted to splash some water to your face but the damn makeup was holding you back; since you had left the table in a hurry, you forgot to bring your purse with you.

A sign made its way throughout your mouth as you turned off the running water. Looking at the mirror, you thanked Namjoon for buying you a quality mascara, or else it would be ruined by now after all that crying. Actually, you thanked Namjoon for a lot of things: The dress you were in, this classy restaurant he brought you and paid for all those expensive chef’s specials… But most importantly, you thanked him for helping you gain your life energy back—though at some point he didn’t know where to stop. He was one of your coping mechanisms; you relayed on him to make you forget. He was the one who helped you create The Fog of Remedy; maybe he was the fog itself. You didn’t know for sure. However, denying his impact on your life would be something only a fool would do. You were not a fool, certainly not, and this simple fact was the cause of why you hated yourself.

He was a good person; generous, kind, thoughtful (sometimes way too much thoughtful). He knew what you’d been going through at the time when you two first met. He’d been aware that someone else had your heart with them. Even though he was far, far away, his clutches hadn’t been letting go off you. But he still had accepted to see you, be with you. You told him numerous times that you wouldn’t ever love him like you did for Jimin, that he would never be The One despite how much effort he put in it. And all he’d said was he knew all the consequences and was still accepting you no matter what. He was the one who has suggested to date; he was the one who had chosen you; but still you could shake off the feeling of you taking advantage of him. He was giving you so much, but all you were doing was crying over a man who left you five years ago. You were feeling bad for not returning his love back to Namjoon; it was getting swallowed by the black hole within you, that dark abyss of self-hatred.

Namjoon truly was a good man; he deserved more than this, more than you.

You were still looking at the mirror, lost in thoughts and the memories embedded in your eyes. The sudden opening of the door made you jump, testing your reflexes. They were still working, good.

The woman who had entered the room looked at you, as surprised as you are. She then closed the distance between you two in a second and whilst doing so she spoke, concern was leaking out of her mouth:

“Oh mine, did I scare you, honey? You look like you saw a ghost. I know I’m old but I don’t plan to die anytime soon.”

She laughed, her voice echoing among tiles on the walls. Seeing your panicking face, you not knowing how to answer back; she continued softly to save you from the burden.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t control my strength. It happens sometimes when you come to this age.”

As she kept coming closer, you found it easier to examine her features. She was an elderly woman, probably in her mid-fifties or even older than that—you’d learned to not to judge a book by its cover, especially in this world. Her gray tinted hair was made into a decent bun; her eyes were as clear as still water despite her age, emphasized with a subdued make up. Her untouched wrinkles were looking like holding so many memories, like they had so many stories to share.

You loved how she looked so naturally stunning. Her dioptase and diamond necklace and earrings were completing the pine green dress she wore. Everything was in place, everything was complimentary. She was doubtlessly from the world of elites; she owned it all as if she was born for this—just like Namjoon.

“I’m okay, really. I was just lost in thoughts, that’s why I reacted so absurdly. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Her eyes directed at you were as if they were looking into your soul, but not hastily. They had this motherly tenderness in them, the kind that would make you want to cry on her shoulders for hours as she pats your back rhythmically. Her gaze felt more like she was checking you out if you were okay as you claimed to be. But then they narrowed, had she found something?

“You don’t look okay, young lady. And I’m sure that’s not just because of that little incident we had. Now tell me, are you okay?”

Tonight for once, you wanted to be honest. You wanted to be true to yourself, so you looked straight into eyes of the beautiful woman standing in front of you; smiling sadly,

“No… No, I- I’m not okay.”

You fought to stop the building tears, but it was a futile attempt. They ran, and you chased.

You always hated being a burden to people around you. Even when the time Jimin had left, you’d lived everything inside, suffering silently. The storms must not reach the others, just you. But now, you were crying… in front of a complete stranger. Not knowing her name, her age, her job… But this vagueness calmed your heart, freed your emotions. You were vulnerable, and that was okay, for the first time in your life.

You saw here blurry form hesitating over whether to hug you or to let you be, at the end she put her hand on your arm and rub it comfortingly. It did wonders, and you thanked her.

“I’m sorry. It might not look like it, but actually I’m not the type to burst into tears in front of people. The things happened today finally started kick in, I guess. I’m sorry again, and thankful as well.”

She smiled sympathetically, showing her adorable dimples. It warmed your heart.

“It looks like a personal matter, so I won’t meddle any further than this. But I do want to give you an advice, if you can accept this old lady’s habit came with age.”

You nodded slowly, giving her the cue she needed to continue.

“To me, it looks like you have too much weight. You might think you need them all, but believe me, you don’t. Once you sit down and think you’ll see it too-the unnecessary weight you’ve carried all this time. You need to throw them down to rise. You’ll soar like a bird.”

“Your sky might be still dark; but when you pass the clouds, the moon and the stars shall brighten up your darkest nights. So trust me, just let go. Because if you continue to carry the weight, it will drag you down further; and when you pass the line, the naked branches of trees sharpened like knives will be there, waiting for you.”

The lady was frowning now, exposing the deep wrinkles around her eyes and between her eyebrows. You looked at her with round eyes. You wanted to deny, to once again start play the blind; but she was right. She was right ‘till the fucking end. And you were frightened, confused. Noticing the face you were making, she grabbed your shoulders and gave them a fine squeeze. Her action made you return to reality. You had to make a choice, and you had to do it as soon as possible. The weights were not only dragging you down, but the people around you too. For their sake, for your own sake. You had to cut their ropes immediately, free yourself from that burden.

You thought about the first thing had appeared in your mind while listening to her. The seeds of the idea were already had been sown from the beginning, but not until now you realized their roots caging your heart in. It sounded wrong, stupid; but you’d decided. You were going to do it no matter what the consequences will be. It was your life, your call. And broken hearts were inevitable. You had collected the shreds before, you could do it once again; nothing was new.

You smiled, her glassy eyes shining under the soft yellow light of the crystal chandelier

“Thank you so much for your advice, ma’am. I’ll keep it in my heart.”

“In your heart…? Aren’t you a peculiar one.”

She chuckled softly.

“I think I have to return now, someone’s waiting for me. Thank you once again and have a nice evening.”

You smiled.

“You too, young lady.”

You left the restroom after that, saying goodbye to the woman and the chandelier. You were now at the common corridor, the mind full of thoughts. You were looking down while walking, not noticing the person standing on your way. You bumped into them, fortunately you were not hurrying to return your table—not really looking forward to it, either. Your head hit their chest; it hurt more than you would anticipate. You didn’t look up yet, but their muscles were something; they didn’t feel that buff, more like an athletic body.

The person you bumped held your upper arms with their two hands, forcing you to look up. And you did, but you regretted. You’d blinked a few times to adjust the blinding white light coming from the back, you were looking like an idiot, probably. Who could blame you, though? The fucking quality fluorescents were to blame, not your eyes fell victim.

He moved his head to left—The person was a man, you’d figured it out that much—blocking the light burning your eyes. The more your eyes focused, the more strongly you wished to vanish. Your brain was screaming at you to run as far as you can, leave the country, burn your phone, get a new ID, start a life away from all of this. However, it was too late, he had his claws on you now; there was no escape.

You saw his moving lips but his voice wasn’t reaching you. You tried to focus with all your might on what he’d been saying . You caught a few things, but your brain refused to put a meaning into them. Jimin was looking at you worriedly now, you felt his fingers going deeper on your flesh. The pain worked, you once again started to hear, the voices of people speaking, forks and knives grazing the porcelain… But you had to focus on him, so you faced him properly this time; only one word spilling out of your mouth:

“Park Jimin… “

His eyes widened for a split-second; then they melted with affection, softened and sparkly. He was dazzling.

His red plump lips opened slightly—the redness was caused by him chewing them out of stress, no doubt. He spoke, his silky voice caressing your ears and leaving red blossoms behind.

“Hello, ____”

↠A/N pt.2: Hellooooo!!!! I’M BACCK!!! I’m sorry, this took me ages to post but I’m satisfied with the outcome and I hope you are too. This is my longest post so far and it’s only the first chapter. I’m planinig to make this serie two chapters long. I’ve already started to write the second chap. My uni’s starting so I’m not really sure how long will it take me to post it, but I’ll try to finish it asap. Thank you so much for reading. Have a nice day!!! 💜

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years

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Don’t Lie to Me

Main Characters: Thor x Reader

Summary: Thor tries to wake up his sweetheart with breakfast in bed and things don’t go quite as planned.

Warnings/ Content: Nothing terrible, our boy gets a little down but that’s kinda normal for our poor, post - Endgame Thor.

Word Count:1870

Author’s Note: Hi lovies! I’m back again with another entry in the writing challenge for the amazing @bxcksdoll. This is the last one, I swear! LOL. My prompt for this one was #22: Don’t Lie to Me. Hope you all enjoy!

XOXO - Ash

Thor watched you sleeping peacefully by his side as the early morning sun washed the room with golden light. He was so thankful to have you in his life, you had been the one driving force that kept him from sliding back to the drinking and self destruction that had consumed him during the years between The Decimation and The Blip. You had been by his side through the therapy sessions, the failed rounds of medications, and the backslides.

Things had finally settled down about a month ago and Thor was starting to feel more like himself again. Your care-taking of him continued even as he improved, and Thor was always so eager for your affections that he didn’t want it to stop. It was the little things you did: reminding him on the day trash needed taken out, doing the shopping so you didn’t run out of his favorite things, setting out his clothes the night before so he’d feel obligated to get dressed the next morning even if he didn’t really want to. It was a series of seemingly insignificant things that all added up to making him feel loved and cherished everyday. Thor had been thinking a lot lately about ways he could reciprocate all the love you’d shown him. Now that things were more stable for him, he wanted to do little things for you as well but didn't know where to start.

Thor’s stomach rumbled as he watched you sleep and he realized that was something he could do for you, breakfast in bed. There were countless days that he had woken up to the smell of coffee or baked goods floating out of the kitchen and it had always brought a smile to his face. Thor had never tried to cook anything from scratch before but he had watched you and it didn’t seem too difficult. Careful not to wake you, Thor lumbered out of bed with as much stealth as a man his size could manage.

Coffee would be a good start, Thor thought to himself. The coffee maker was easy to use and he needed a little pick me up while he cooked. Thor pulled the bag of grinds from the cupboard and shook some into the paper liner until it looked about the same as when you did it. Thor was very pleased with himself as the machine started up and the first few drops fell into the pot. Emboldened by his first success, Thor decided he would make pancakes and eggs for you.

Thor poked around the cabinets until he found where you kept the box mix. It looked simple enough and he poured some of the beige powder into a bowl he’d found during his search. The box said “just add water” so Thor let the faucet run into the bowl just a little until it pooled on top the mix. He’d watched you do this countless times and didn’t once think to read the directions. The mix clumped together so Thor gave it a heartier pour of water just to be safe. The batter whisked easily then and Thor started up the pan you always used, getting it good and hot.

The first pancake burned within a minute after running all over the pan. Thor frantically waived a dish towel at the smoke, fearing you would wake to the smell of it. It was late November but Thor cracked a kitchen window just to be safe. He could deal with the cold in order to clear the air. Thor turned the burner down from high to medium realizing his mistake. The second pancake was still too runny and he ended up with a very thin, raw, pan-sized pancake. He left the third on longer trying to get it a little more done but then that one burnt and was misshapen as well. Frustrated, Thor poured more pancake mix into the batter hoping that would help. The end result was a little thicker than he wanted but was better. The next pancake looked okay but was still raw in the middle. Thor continued to experiment with cooking times and consistencies for almost twenty minutes with no success and by the time he ran out of mix he had yet to make something edible.

Thor was upset but he worked through the feeling and was undeterred. Feelings of failure were at the heart of his mental health struggles, and now what was supposed to be an easy endeavour was starting to truly test his patience. He slowly repeated his affirmations while pulling out the carton of eggs. Eggs and coffee would be a fine breakfast, he thought to himself. He cracked the first egg on the side of the bowl like he’d watched you do a hundred times but in his large hand the egg shattered everywhere. The slimey egg whites dribbled down the side of the bowl onto the counter and the yolk burst, trailing behind the whites. Thor huffed a moment and then started cleaning up his mess. Two eggs later, Thor pretty well had the hang of it and cracked two eggs to whisk in the bowl. Pouring the eggs into the pan he thought he saw a flash of white but it never resurfaced so he assumed he was mistaken. After moving the eggs around for a few minutes they’d lost their loose, wet, appearance and Thor plated them with pride. He picked up a forkful and blew on it carefully before taking a bite. Thor knew something was wrong when the eggs crunched between his molars. With a trembling hand, Thor pulled a crushed piece of shell from his mouth. The white he thought he had seen was shell and there was no telling if there were more pieces or not.

The pancake failure had been one thing to overcome, but the eggs failing too had him sitting down on the little kitchen chair, desperately trying to keep himself together. He was so lost in his despair he didn’t even hear you approach.

You had woken up to the smell of coffee and something slightly burnt. You wrinkled your nose and followed the scent to the kitchen curious to see what your sweet man was up to. Thor was sitting with his head in his hands, his breaths coming in large, heaving gulps. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. The kitchen was a complete disaster around him.

“Hey you.” You said softly, placing a hand on his broad shoulder. You hadn’t seen him this upset in almost six weeks and it broke your heart a little that he was struggling again.

Thor sniffed back the tears threatening to fall and looked up at you. “You’re not supposed to be up yet.” He all but sobbed out. Thor had tried so hard but it still wasn’t enough to make you something as simple as breakfast. Now you were standing in front of him looking like a goddess in your thin nightshirt, your hair mussed attractively from sleep, and he was just... a mess.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Were you trying to surprise me?”

Thor nodded quickly, his voice wavering as he tried to explain himself. “I wanted to wake you with breakfast in bed. You always cook breakfast and... all the meals really. You take such good care of me all the time. I was feeling better and wanted to take care of you for once. But I couldn’t get anything right.” Thor’s tremendous shoulders shook as the tears finally came.

You pulled Thor’s head against your chest and started stroking his hair gently. “It’s okay.” You murmured over and over while he sobbed. “You tried and that’s what counts. I love that you wanted to surprise me. You are the sweetest man for trying.”

Thor grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into his lap so he could curl himself around your smaller body. You let him move you and he was clinging to you like a lifeline. Thor sometimes needed a minute of closeness to calm himself down and you waited patiently until his breathing started to normalize. You rubbed a palm along his back soothingly and quietly reminded him that he was safe and good and loved.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/N. I will do better next time, I swear it.” He told you after his tears dried up.

You pressed a kiss to his lips, cupping his cheek with your palm. “I know you will. I’ll have to start teaching you things as I make them. You’re a smart man, you’ll pick it up in no time. Now, do I smell coffee?”

“Yes! I made that first.” Thor was so relieved he had something to give you after the mess he’d made.

“Wonderful. So you did make me something after all.”

You stood up so Thor could go pour you each a cup of the steaming brew, which he handed you with pride. You noticed it smelled a little off but took a sip anyway. It might as well have been jet fuel. Thor must have used four times the grounds needed making it bitter and too dark. You forced a smile at him over the cup. “Thanks, sweetheart. It’s great.”

Thor could see the crinkles on the corners of your eyes, the furrow of you brow. He also got a whiff of how terrible the coffee smelled. “Don’t lie to me.” He said with defeat.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please don’t get upset. We could add some milk and maybe some sugar. Make a latte out of it?”

Thor shook his head, “No, I think I’m done trying for today.”

“Oh, my love. I’m so sorry this didn't work out.” You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. He wasn’t crying but the sadness radiated off him in waves. “Can we start our day over?”

Thor looked down at you suspiciously.

“We can go back to bed, snuggle for a little while, and then go get those strawberry waffles you love so much from the cafe over on Juniper Street.” You suggested.

Thor’s eyes were shining a little again but he nodded, “That would be wonderful, my love. You always know what to do to make things better.”

“Come on, sweetheart.” You tugged gently on his hand, “I’ll even let you be the little spoon.”

You lead your perfect thunder god back down the hall to your bedroom, thankful his moment of upset hasn’t spoiled the whole day. You would deal with the kitchen mess later. All that mattered in that moment was your sweet, tender hearted man, who needed a little more love to get his day back on track. As wonderful as it would have been to have breakfast in bed you knew it would take practice, time, and patience just like everything else in Thor’s life. But as you wrapped yourself around his warm, plush body you realized you wouldn’t trade him for all the perfect pancakes in the world. Thor might have been a mess at times but he was real and kind and loving, and most importantly- he was all yours.

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softbookboi · 5 years

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Such A Tease, Snow (a snowbaz fanfic)

Summary: Baz is on the phone with Penny, listening to her go on about things he already knows.Simon gets impatient and decides to 'distracts' Baz (wink wink, nudge nudge).

Baz

"Bunce, calm down. I'm not Snow. I'll get the papers organised and hand them in before the deadline." I say over the phone.

Snow makes a protesting noise behind me. I can't see him, but I know he's rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the way to arrange them." I say with a disinterested tone. "Just chill out."

Bunce is nagging me about arranging the legal papers and the documents and not forgetting to turn them in before the deadline. Or so it at the last minute.

The document for mine and Snow's new place.

Just a few days ago, we got a new place. Together. So now, Bunce lives alone in her flat. And me and Snow live together.

There are still documents that need to be handed in to the landlord so that we can confirm it. But I'll do that later. Right now, I just want to focus on the alone time I'm getting with Snow, which I haven't gotten in a quite a while.

We were watching the telly in the living room (one of our favourite shows, Brooklyn Nine Nine) and we were just enjoying our time together when Bunce called.

Honestly, she always intrudes on the wrong moment. I really want to get back to snuggling with Snow (I like it, don't tell him that) but she refuses to acknowledge that I wouldn't do something as stupid as forgetting the arrangement of the papers or simply forgetting to hand it to the landlord.

Our place is in the same building as Bunce's. We got a cosy apartment in the same building as her because Snow didn't want to live that far from her so that he wouldn't be able to visit normally and easily, without driving.

We are on the 6th Floor, Bunce is on the 4th Floor. They both visit each other more than 10 times a day, they practically live at each other's places. And it's only been a few days. I was hoping for some alone time (for once) with my boyfriend, but she just has to intrude on this too, doesn't she.

"Bunce, for fuck's sake, open your mind a bit to realise that I wouldn't do something as foolish as that! And I was hoping you could maybe leave me and Snow alone so that we can actually spend some time together." I say over the phone, playful exasperation in my voice.

"Hey! Don't talk to Penny like that! She hasn't been intruding on us, she's just spending time with her best friend, me." Snow says, just as Bunce on the other line says, "I'm not the one interrupting you, that's Simon always coming over to me. And I just want to make sure that you don't mess this up somehow, so I'll go over the way to organise the papers one more time, so listen carefully."

I let out a deep sigh. "Bunce, I don't need you to repeat what I already know. I was listening the first millions of times you told me this. And what exactly makes you think I'll mess this up? Do I look like Snow to you?"

"Hey!" Snow protests, loudly enough to be heard over the phone. I'm sure Bunce hears it, but she ignores it. As of she expected this from Snow. I kind of did too, to be honest.

"Face it, Snow. I'm not lying."

I'm still not facing him, my back is in front of his chest and I can't see his face, but I can tell he's scowling at me right now and trying to figure out a way for revenge.

Snow does things like this. Whenever I piss him off, he starts plotting ways to get revenge with me.

Once, I found all his Mint Aero bar stashes and hid them from him, eating some of them in front of him to taunt him, and he embarrassed me in public. We were at the grocery store and when I was gone from the checkout counter to last minute groceries, the bastard somehow managed to insinuate that I was a kinky person in bed.

I don't know how! I was just gone to get some cheese and milk and when I came back, the cashier was giving me weird looks. I tried to ignore them, but couldn't. On the way back, I mentioned them to Snow and he just casually answered, "Oh well, I might've given him hints about the kinks you enjoy. Maybe it's that." The bastard smirked at my gaping face.

I got my revenge for his revenge by casting some tripping spells on him in public so that he kept falling in front of everyone. He couldn't even stand up for 5 seconds when I tripped him again.

Ever since then, it's kind of been like a war between us. Which one manages to make the other more embarrassed wins. But then the other makes a 'comeback' and makes them more embarrassed than they themselves were. It's kinda of stupid and childish but I've been having too much fun messing with Snow to put an end to it.

I can practically hear the gears turning around in Snow's head as Bunce starts blabbering on about the organisation method. As she starts going on about the IDs, Snow lays his chin on my shoulder. I brace myself for whatever he's planned this time. (Believe it or not, some of the things he's planned are actually humiliating.)

But nothing happens.

I stay there, tense, listening to Bunce go on and on about the papers, with Snow just laying his head on my shoulder.

I start to relax a bit after 3 minutes and start answering Bunce when she starts asking questions to 'quiz me'. (Of course, I answer with remarks on how she's treating me childishly but still.)

All of a sudden, I feel a soft kiss against my shoulder.

I stiffen.

There's another kiss. Very light. And another. And another. They keep moving up and up, towards my jaw. I close my eyes softly. Once they reach my jaw, start to move towards my ear.

Once Snow has reached my ear, he starts sucking on that soft spot right behind my ear silently. I let out a deeps sigh, barely audible to Snow. (He does hear it though, I can tell by his sudden burst of confidence.)

Damn him, I should've known that he would do something like this. I can practically feel him smirking against my skin.

His lips softly nibble on the shell of my ear, not enough for me to let out sounds, but just enough for some deep sighs that can be covered from Bunce as she goes on.

He bites a little and I hiss, but then he glides his tongue over the bite and soothes it. He starts peppering soft kisses, moving towards my jaw.

While I'm still on the phone (the fucking phone), he leaves open mouthed kisses back and forth on my jaw that cause my eyes to flutter shut and groan to slip.

My eyes snap open, panicked that Bunce may have heard it, but she just goes on and I relax as Snow chuckles darkly and starts moving towards my neck.

I need to end this call. Right now.

"Uhh, Bunce, I already to-old you that I know everything, so leave it already, would you?" I almost let out another groan at 'told' but hold myself back.

Snow is now sucking harshly on my neck (the sweet spot; where my shoulder and neck meets) and it's becoming harder to keep quiet.

"I know but it's just so complicated, even for me and I'm so excited for you both. You'll finally have a place of your own. Isn't that exciting for you?"

"Of—" Snow licks a stripe of my neck, "—huhh course it is, you just needn't worry about the papers."

"Think about it, though. You'll finally get to live with Simon, the boy you've loved since First Year in Watford. Isn't that adorable?"

Her words make me jerk out of my Snow-filled musings. "He told you that?! What the fuck?!"

I can hear Bunce chuckle from the opposite end of the line and Snow chuckle as well from right behind me (because that bastard heard what she said, of course), pull me back onto his chest and continue having his way with me.

"We share everything with each other, Baz, it's what best friends do." Bunce says.

"Yeah uh huh." I say absentmindedly. Snow's left hand is pushing through the buttons of the button-down I'm wearing and sliding over my skin, roaming my chest and his right hand is moving suspiciously downwards.

I'm letting out small groans and grunts as Bunce babbles on and I desperately want to end the call before I do something embarrassing.

He starts rubbing my stomach through the buttons of the shirt and it feels so good (so good) that I accidentally let out a small moan.

Snow's hands abruptly stop and I jerk my eyes open and we both listen intently to Bunce's voice to see if she heard. Thankfully, she didn't. She just keeps going on about how great this commitment is for me and Snow.

I relax against Snow as his finger lightly traces on over to the waistband of my jeans. He teasingly dips a finger inside just as he bites on my shoulder and I gasp, not so loud that Bunce could hear it, but loud enough that Snow heard it.

I feel him sport a smug smirk as he leaves purple bruises over my skin.

He suddenly thrusts his whole hand inside my pants and grips my length tightly. I let out a small whimper but I don't listen to Bunce to see if she heard.

I'm painfully hard now and he's just keeping a hold on me, nothing else. He's enjoying me squirming around, trying to get him to move his hand. I push back into him, trying to fuck his hand when he slowly makes his way to the head and thumbs the tip.

My back arches up and my legs instinctively close from the pleasure and my breathing is starting to become ragged. I leak precome and Snow slathers that over my shaft to make the movement easier, and then he starts moving.

He palms me slowly at first, hand clenching around the girth, and swirls his index finger over the slit at the tip. More precome leaks and he gradually picks up speed.

He's now going fast and I'm letting out small gasps. I feel pressure building up in my abdomen, so much so that I'm starting to see stars and the colour black everywhere. Everything else just seems like white noise from the telly and I'm too focused on Snow's hand around my member, twisting a bit at the end to add more pleasure, driving me insane.

I'm starting to let out small whimpers whenever Snow does that twist. He makes me feel so good. He's still mouthing on my neck and leaving love-bites to claim his territory and the pressure is becoming too much at this point.

His other hand starts to toy with my nipples, flicking them and pinching them. When he fondles my ballocks and whispers "Basilton" in my ear, the pressure in my abdomen finally bursts.

I come in his hand while gasping out a loud "Simon" and arch my back, clenching my thighs together while his hand is still trapped between them, in my pants.

I start panting hard and he keeps stroking me, rising out my orgasm while leaving butterfly kisses on my jaw and neck. When my prick starts to twitch due to overstimulation and he lets go, the world starts to come into focus again.

"Uhh, Baz?" Bunce. Shit.

Before I can make a horribly unbelievable lie to tell her, Snow snatches the phone from my hands.

"He has to go, Penny." He snaps at her, ending the call abruptly.

He then gives me a suggestive look while peering over to the bedroom and when I glance at this pants, I see a large bulge there.

I smirk and press my palm against it, hearing him moan out my name.

"Such a tease, Snow." I laugh.

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edvonstein · 4 years

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which precures would read homestuck without being dared to

Boy howdy. There’s a question I didn’t expect. Well let’s see here and go down the list:

Nagisa: Got into it shortly after launch, after hearing Honoka talk about it.

Honoka: OG reader, has been around for most of Hussie’s stuff.

Hikari: She didn’t read it until about halfway through its publication run, but caught up in a single night. She made fanart.

Saki: She tried to get into it for Mai, but it never really meshed with her. Still learned enough through osmosis to cosplay both Dirk and Dave.

Mai: She has five sketch books that are just redraws of the entire series with everybody replaced by Saki. None of her friends must ever see. They saw. They didn’t get it, but liked the art.

Nozomi: OG reader, not the absolute biggest fan, but did walk away liking it.

Rin: Saw Nozomi read it, and tried a little herself. Then she met Kanaya. The rest was history and fanfics. And special flower arrangements.

Urara: Currently lobbying for a broadway adaption. She is undecided which role she wants to play tho.

Komachi: She has changed her writing pseudonym to John Egbert, to get a better likelyhood of getting her Pirate Hurricane series published. She writes more like a mix of Dave and Rose though. It’s fucking mind expanding.

Karen: She had it fed through her home’s in house cinema to watch it with Komachi initially. They all ended up watching it.

Milk/Kurumi: “Vriska did nothing wrong”

Love: Her and Setsuna totally are like Rose and Kanaya. She is Rose of course.

Miki: She knows she is everybody’s Kanaya. She spend some time making masks of the characters. You can imagine how well that ended. Her Kanaya cosplays are somehow still great for the family boutique.

Inori: Yeah, she read it. Each reading session was followed by a trip to the confession booth. Eventually she just started reading it in the confession booth. The priest liked it too.

Setsuna: Her and Love totally are like Rose and Kanaya. She is Rose of course.

Tsubomi: Yes she read it. No her friends must never know. She doesn’t realize all of them have read it too.

Erika: The only friend Tsubomi opened up to about Homestuck. Turns out Erika runs one of the main japanese fansites of Homestuck.

Itsuki: Main mod on Erika’s fansite. Tsubomi must never know. Nor her family. Itsuki still feels too uncomfortable in their skin for that.

Yuri: Almost OG reader, she and Honoka frequented the same forums. Upon casual mention from Honoka, Yuri tried it out. Her young friends must never be tainted by this horror. Hopefully Hussie updates soon!

Hibiki:Learned about it through Ako. Found it pretty sweet, but didn’t make it all the way.

Kanade: Also learned about it through Ako. her bi heart couldn’t be stopped as she steamed through almost all of it in one go.

Ellen: Had been following it for about a year with Hummie before Suite happened. Continued reading while on the villains side. Often plays Homestuck songs while busking, and has several rearrangements on niconico.

Ako: Has been reading Hussie’s stuff since halfway through Problem Sleuth. She was 7 at the time. There’s a reason she a) is so crumby, Karkat is her spirit animal, and b) she decided to go and become an extra af phantom thief precure.

Miyuki: She is a reading machine, and of course this would capture her attention. She came in a bit late but found it on her own.

Akane: Similarly to Rin, she saw it over Miyuki’s shoulder one day, did a bit of reading herself, and got pretty hooked for a while.The hiatuses however broke her streak. Oddly enough the main emotion she took away from it is a hate for Equius, which she shares with Nao.

Yayoi: Main fanart contributor to Erika’s fansite. Her and Reika spend hours talking about Terezi.

Nao: Never did read it, she was too busy with her family and superheroism. More recently though, she decided to kinda wiki crawl the subject. Walked away primarily with a hate for Equius.

Reika: Another mod on Erika’s fansite.She has found her path. Her parents are disappointed. Screw her parents.

Mana: Tried it, didn’t like it. Square.

Rikka: Wishes she could live on that first planet they showed, with the froggies. She tries to dare Mana, but continues to get shot down. Mana is such a square.

Alice: Found it on one of her internet binges to bring her temper down. It proofed a surprisingly good tool to keep her mellow, which is why we see so little of her inner rage during the show. Another Terezi fan.

Makoto: Somehow has never come across a single shred of evidence that Homestuck exists. As unlucky as she is, she might be the luckiest of us all.

Aguri: Unlike Makoto, she has seen what Rikka and Alice are up to. She did read it a little, and liked what she saw well enough, but didn’t stick with it. Not enough time, and her twin sister lives fifty miles in Vriska did nothing wrong territory, so clearly she must be better than her. (She isn’t.)

Megumi: Came across it on her own, read it, but lost interest.

Hime: Runs the discord server for Erika’s fansite.

Yuko: Does occasional lyrics for Ellen’s arrangements, both on youtube and niconico, and makes the occasional troll riceball.

Iona: She was in fact dared, but by Megumi of all people, after she stopped reading. There is no bigger Rose fan now.

Haruka: As an avid reader, it did cross her radar, she went through it, and came out more determined than before to be the best princess she can be.

Minami: Amusingly enough, stumbled across it during her internet binges boning up on marine biology. Feferi popped up in her searches somehow, and the rest is history.

Kirara: Fans suggested it to her. She read it. The most fabulous Kanaya cosplayer of them all.

Towa: Kirara suggested it to her after she herself had finished (by now the webcomic is done IRL) partially because nerds gotta share, and partially because she truly felt it might help her cope with some of her inner turmoil from the guilt over being Twilight. Towa is slow in reading through this particular one, so she is still going through it today. Results unclear, she doesn’t talk much about it, even with Kirara. It might be helping though.

(The remaining characters I don‘t know as well as the others yet, but I’ll see what I can conjure up. Intriguingly I feel this also marks the first generation of Cures that lived in a post Homestuck world, what with Mahoutsukai airing in 2016, and Homestuck ending in 2016.)

Mirai: Got dragged in by the hype over the ending of Homestuck. Dared Riko to read it with her. They did. They planned their wedding to be like Rose’s and Kanaya’s.

Riko: Got dragged in by Mirai. Would feel very big deja vu next year when they both became moms to Kotoha.

Kotoha: Her moms protect her from this vice. (She found it anyways. There is no stopping the corruption of the youth.)

Ichika: Heard about it, but didn’t really care. Unfortunately for her she is on a team with Aoi, Yukari, and Akira.

Himari: Closet fan, wrote several dissertations about the science in Homestuck on Erika’s fansite. Which is probably where her crush on Honoka comes from.

Aoi: Loud and proud, likes this retro comic. Has started collabs with Yuko, Ellen, Amour, and Emiru because of course.

Yukari: She was a depressed gay teen during Homestuck’s peak... what do you think?

Akira: She was a gay teen during Homestuck’s peak... what do you think?

Ciel: She would have been save. But Undertale dragged her right into this fresh hell.

Hana: Huge fan of Undertale, but never quite pulled together the energy to tackle the behemoth that is Homestuck. Did learn through osmosis, with so many of her senpai cure friends being raving lunatic homestuck fans.

Saaya: Actually dodged both the Homestuck and the Undertale bullet initially. Hana then tossed Deltarune at her, and Saaya fell down the rabbit hole.

Homare: She had some inner hangups about getting into the whole mess, but Hana did dare her, knowing enough about the series to know that it’s message might gibe Homare the kick in the behind she needed to give ice skating another go.

Emiru: Big Undertale fan, but doesn’t care about the webcomic herself. Uncertain if even a dare would work, she does her own thing... well, besides the music. She freaking loves the music.

Amour: Read the whole thing in one hour to understand its impact on culture. What else would make her crash and join the heroes? Jokes aside, she did do it, and it did leave an impact on her. She was the one who connected Aoi and Emiru.

Hikaru: What are the freaking odds that she hasn’t read through it in its entirety three times this week alone?

Lala: Had her ship read it to her as something to fall asleep to. It put her to sleep quickly, actually, like tales from home. Her ship didn’t fare as well. It’s one of the biggest crack shippers on Erika’s site. Lala only heard like ten percent of the story.

Elena: Has neither the free time nor privacy to read a webcomic that’s now a decade old. Likes listening to Hikaru’s ranting about the series. Also likes how somehow that ranting makes Madoka’s face light up.

Madoka: It is unknown how she found the time, but she is a freaking huuuueg closet fan. She wants to talk with Hikaru about it, but still feels too uncomfortable being public about it. Hikaru does however know that MoonSollux, one of the biggest fanfic writers on Erika’s site, is her, but will wait for Madoka to come out of her shell in her own time.

Yuni: Missed the whole mess being a space alien idol phantom thief. Is getting a very wrong idea about human culture from Hikaru’s ranting. A dare would totally work.

(I have zero grasp on the Healin’ Good Girls, so not gonna do them.)

#precure #homestuck #why did i do this #who are you anonymous?#actually i have a suspicion given my follower pool

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insomniacmoonlight · 4 years

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College break up

Andrew and Adina have just started taking ther relationships more seriously, and attempting to survive living together. Paying rent, college, and work are all main subjects that could definitely cause tension between a couple. This is a funny story I just had to get out. Enjoy!

“God you are so fucking stupid!” The front door open with a smack against the brick wall of the apartment. Adina had done called her father to come pick her up. She looked around the empty lot knowing he would be pulling up any minute. “Adina!” Andrew called out while barreling outside, his bare feet hitting the pavement loud. “For fuck sake what are you doing?!” She spun around with anger blazing in her eyes. “I’m so sick of fighting that’s all we do now!” Andrew felt his anger rise “No, you make such a big fucking deal of everything! It doesn’t matter how big or how small, you always do” Andrew took in a breathe trying to calm himself. “Look, just come back inside and we can talk there” His voice was more himself however there was still a ping of annoyance with her. She bitterly smiled with brows still down. “Nope, don’t worry about it. I’m fucking leaving” Shock was present in his expression but was replaced by anger. “Fine!” He felt his anger exploded “Just fucking leave then!” He turned around and stormed back inside slamming the door not caring if any neighbors complained.

It took a almost a hour of awkward silence of Sia moving his daughters things. He was at work in his sub station when he receive a chaotic call. Adina and Andrew’s yelling could be heard clear as day through the phone. She knew the commotion would make her father come regardless if she ask him to or not. Sure enough he was at their apartment no later than ten minutes. Adina bolted in his car and immediately began crying. The whole car to parent’s house she explained everything to her father who repeated it to his wife. “Darling simply talking to him could make this whole thing end” Her mother gently spoke hugging her “N-no” Adina sobbed out “I really thought one day he may marry me but clearly no” She breathed hard as her heart thumped heavily “I hate him” Now Sia was loading up the car with boxes of Adina’s belongings. Her shampoo, clothes, pillows, pictures, and other items were all placed away neatly into boxes. “I’ll just leave the furniture we bought for you two here” Sia lowly said looking at Andrew who was sitting on the couch. He looked full of guilt but the damage seemed to be final this time. “I don’t understand, Andrew. How did this happen? Me and Sabina was hoping you’d graduate and maybe marry her” Andrew looked up “I’m sorry but I think it’s over this time” He dryly said. Sia nodded then picked up the last box. Before shutting the door behind him he spoke once more “Take care of yourself”

The next few days were hell. It soon dawned on him just how much Adina impacted his day. After a long day of classes and waitering he came home to nobody. Even on days when he was most exhausted, Adina greeting him back would immediately lighten him up. Today he came home with his guts roaring. The college cafeteria was shit along with his job never giving him breaks. He opened the fridge to ketchup, one egg, half a gallon of milk, and a TV dinner that had been hiding in the back of the freezer for months. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Reaching down into his pocket he felt the few dollar bills he was able to get tonight. He counted out only twenty dollars along with few pennies. “Fuck” He growled. It would be two weeks before he saw another paycheck again. In the end he used most of the twenty to fill his car up half way on gas. While at the station he picked up a frozen pizza and a bottle of root beer. As he ate his dinner in slience he couldn’t help but think about the ring. Just a few days ago he made a payment on a engagement ring. He had been thinking of how to do it just right for her but now it just hunted him. He thought of returning it back, which would bring him back a few hundred dollars. After eating he walked to the bedroom him and Adina once shared. He slide the closet door open and in the very back, he found his father’s old coat. He dug his hand in the front pocket and felt the smoothness of the little black box containing the ring. He pulled it out to open then examined the three small diamonds embedded in. He had ideas of how he should’ve proposed but those ideas needed to be forgotten now. Pain stung him. In the end he decided he couldn’t return it just yet. “Perhaps she’ll come back” He placed the box back in the coat pocket

Weeks later

Adina swore as she burnt her finger tip on the hot metal of the flat iron. It had took her a few days to get settled back home but now she was ready to get back out there. She knew the only way to get over a break up was to destract herself. She always enjoyed fixing herself up and cleaning her room felt like a new start. Over the following weeks she felt like she had done vented her anger and pain out by constantly talking about him. When a friend mentioned moving on and possibly start dating again. Adina eventually signed up on a dating app that connected her to seeking men in her area. “He’s kinda cute” Adina said as she showed her mother the picture of a young man in his twenties. Sabina looked then shook her head. “No, he didn’t list his work so he probably has no work at al” Adina keep flickering through her phone screen while her mother watched sadly. She had really come around to liking Andrew. He had a lot going for him, especially since he would graduate from college later in the spring. “Ooo he’s hot” Adina shoved her phone close to her mothers face “He works at a bar, he’s only a ten minutes drive from here, and he says he likes going out” She couldn’t help but compare. Andrew hates going out in large crowds or parties, however she loved them. “I’m going to send him a message” She pulled her phone back and hit the instant message. After a few minutes, he replied. Her heart sped up as the agreed to meet up the next night. She asked where at to which he suggested a Italian restaurant downtown. Adina then felt her heart sink but agreed

The next evening Adina was looking in the mirror studying her face and body. She applied dark shadow to her eyes with a nude lip to really make her eyes pop. Along with curling the ends of her dark hair and her she felt like a bomb shell. Despite her looks she still felt extremely nervous. Not just the new man but they was going to the same restaurant Andrew worked at. She feared of seeing him but knew he won’t do anything. Eventually the time came, and her date picked her up. “So tell me a bit more about yourself” She smiled warmly at him. “Well, as you know I’m a bar tender, but I own a chocolate lab named Mocha” He smiled back at her “Oh and just call me Dan but I put Daniel on the app cause it sounds better I guess” They both laughed. “So tell me about you” Adina quickly thought “I’m really passionate about designing clothes and hopefully own a online business with it one day” Dan chuckled “So that why you look so beautiful tonight” She smiled feeling her face blush. “Well we are here, Adina” He said pulling up in the restaurant. Her fear of running into Andrew would definitely happen now when she saw his car. “What’s wrong?” Dan asked seeing her face “It’s nothing, just-well, it’s kinda a long story” Dan parked. “C’mon you can tell me. Don’t you like Italian?” She nodded “Yes, I love Italian but my ex works here and I hoped he didn’t work tonight” She turned to him “I don’t think he’ll do anything-” Dan shook just head and pulled the key out of the car “Trust me he won’t do anything to you. I won’t let him have the chance” They was greeted at the door by a teenage bubbly girl. “Table for two?” Dan nodded “Ok, please follow me” She lead them through one area of the restaurant where most booths of families was seated. “Here we are” The girl chirped. A small table near the window that over looked the busy street outside. “Thank you ma’ma” They sat across from each and Dan couldn’t help but notice her scan the room. “Is he here?” She shook her head only seeing couples eating and two waitresses. “Ah fuck him, let’s see what they got to eat” They was looking over the menu when Adina’s heart nearly pop out of her chest by a familiar voice. “Hey, I’ll be your waiter tonight. What can I get you two started to drink?” She frantically looked up but Andrew was talking to a different couple few tables away. She doubt he’d even seen her yet. He wrote the order down and went back to the kitchen. She breathed hard hoping he wouldn’t come to them. She prayed while looking over the menu in silence. She heard his voice again as he brought the couple their drinks. “Ah no fair” Dan frowned “Thats bull we have been here longer than them and nobody to our drink orders” Adina gulped as Dan waved his arm “Hey man, come here” She heard his footsteps and felt her breath get caught in her throat. “So we’ve been here for a good minute and nobody took our drinks yet” Andrew apologize “Sorry about that sir, what would you like to drink?” Dan reply with a coke. Andrew looked down at the dark haired woman who was holding her face in her hands. “Ma’am what would you like to drink?” She looked up and his eyes grew wide “I’ll have water please”

A waitress came and brought out their drinks instead. She had a thick southern accent and blonde hair piled up high on her head. “Hello, my name is Trish I’ll be your waitress tonight. Sorry I was running a little late ya’ll know traffic and all” She let out a loud laughter that displayed her bleached teeth well. “So do we know what we are eating tonight?” Dan answered “I’ll have the spinach dip with the lemon grilled chicken and a trip to the salad bar” Trish quickly wrote it all down “Alrighty. And for you miss?” Adina had to shallow her mouth full of water quickly. “Um, can I just have the four cheese ravioli please?” Trish nodded “Why yes you can, I’ll go tell the kitchen” She flashed her teeth again in a wide smile before leaving. “What’s wrong? You seem nervous” Dan asked before taking a sip of his drink. She knew Dan would eventually put it all together. “See the guy clearing that table over there?” Dan glances over to the waiter who took their drink order. “Yeah” Andrew was staking plates but after putting the five dollar tip in his pocket. “That’s my ex” Dan frowned. “I’m gonna go get my salad” When he got up Dan was trying to see Andrew good. Such as his height and body build. He was taller buy a few inches but wasn’t as sturdy looking as Dan. While Dan was gone, Adina couldn’t help but stare. His back was turned to her but he felt her eyes on him. He went back in the kitchen to dump the leftovers in the trash before sliding them into the window to the dishwashers. He merged back out to get the remaining plates. He notice Adina was still sitting alone and he couldn’t help but feel remorse. He staked the remaining plates and turned around. A loud crash and the shatter of plates echoed through the restaurant. “Oh my bad man!” Dan said “Didn’t see you there” a smug look was present in his face. “No, it’s my fault” Andrew lowly said. He went down to pick up what he could. He could feel guest looking over as it was a loud crash. The kitchen door swung open and Trish stepped out. “Don’t worry sunshine” A nickname she had give him thanks to his hair “I got the sweeper and dust pan” She helped him get the mess up quicker and pulled him aside in the kitchen. “I just didn’t see him is all” Trish nodded “That’s happen to me a few times too but that man walked around the restaurant just to get behind you, oppose to going back the way he came. I think he wanted that to happen” Andrew thought about it. Trish did have a point. “I’m gonna go bring their food out now. If he makes me fall this heel is going in his eye”

He would glance over occasionally while they ate. Andrew eventually had new guest to tend to over in the booth area. After half an hour he saw Trish take away some of their plates. “Thank you” Adina gently spoke. “Why you’re welcome hun!” Trish beamed back. “Ma’am?” Dan spike up “Can we have some to go boxes please?” Trish smiled warmly “I’ll be right back with that” Dan thanked her then looked for Andrew. He was the closest server and Dan new he could make him. Adina’s heart dropped as Dan called Andrew over as he wasn’t doing anything. “Hey man come here” Andrew didn’t have a good feeling as he walked up “Yes?” It was hard for him not to look at her. His heart beated heavy. “Man, there’s like something sticky under my seat. My shoes have been stuck there all night. Can you take a look?” Andrew felt his nerves calm by Dan’s tone. He knelt down only to see a clean shiny floor. “Where exactly-” Dan dumped his leftovers and drink on top of Andrew’s head. “Oh my bad” Dan laughed as Andrew slowly stood up. His hair, face, and shirt was covered in coke and pasta sauce. Trish stood behind him mortified holding the styrofoam boxes. He looked at Adina in the eyes for the first time that night. She was starring wide eyed with her hands over her mouth. “Looks like we don’t need those boxes after all. Let’s go” Dan stood up and headed for the door. Andrew turned and stormed into the restroom seeing red. Adina swiftly got up to follow Dan out of the building. Minutes later a manger entered in the men’s restroom. He informed Andrew that due to the nights events, he could return home for the evening. Andrew thanked him and gathered this coat before opening the back door. “Sunshine, don’t worry. Go home and relax” He turned to see Trish. She handed him a ten dollar bill “That’s yours honey from your table they just left. I reckon they saw what happen too” He smiled “Thank you for helping me out tonight” He changed his clothes immediately after returning home to a light shirt and sweat pants. He put on his tennis shoes hoping a quick loop through the park was what he needed to clear his head. Across town Adina had found her voice again as she was enraged by Dan actions. “I can’t believe you did that” She growled. She was pushed up against her window with her arms folded. “Just take home” In her mind the date was over and the possibility of being together was over. “Come on, that guy was a nervous asshole it was fun” Dan shook his head “Let me end the night on a positive note” Andia flared at him. He was a idiot if he thought she would give him anything. “How about a drive through the park? We can talk better there”

Andrew embrace the night breeze. The slience of the nature trail was soothing thought he understood he could stay for too long. He completed all his service hours for tramma nursing but only a few more test and a exam he was be done. The spring semesters always went faster and more nerve racked bf than the fall. He could help but think about Adina. It killed him to now she already moved on like they was nothing. Perhaps after graduation he would find someone new he thought to himself. He turned the coner and heard a familiar voice coming from the parking lot. He knew it too well. He peer around to see Adina and the man she was with at the restaurant. They seemed to be arguing by the way she stood with her arms folded. Andrew knew it wasn’t his business but couldn’t help but to listen. “This ain’t working. Just leave me alone” She went to pull out her cellphone to dial her father to come pick her up but Dan hand painfully clasped onto her wrist. “No, we are talking about us” She jerked her hand free “Don’t touch me like that ever, and the is no ‘us’. Just forget you” She turned to walk away but Dan grabbed her arm yanking her back. “Hey!” She yelled. Adina her footsteps thundering behind her and felt her blood freezing fearing someone else wanted to hurt her. “Fucking stop” The voice belonged to Andrew. Dam let go as Andrew drew in closer. “What?” Dan laughed “Yours a stalker too?” Andrew turned his attention towards Adina “Are you ok?” His eyes scanned over her arm. “I’m fine” She could help but feel surprise to see him along with a mixture of sadness. “I said are you ok?” His tone was gental as he looked intently at her.Adina gave him a look he didn’t recognize. A mixture of worry and fear. Her eyes pleaded for him to do something. Andrew found his voice and as collectively as he could. “Hey man, she really doesn’t wanna go with you” Dan rolled his eyes “Shut the fuck up, Andrew” He reach his hand out to grab Adina’s arm but Andrew’s arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her away behind him. Andrew stood between the two now. “She’s done told you to leave her alone” She peered over his shoulder watching Dan get more angry. “She left you weeks ago, so butt the hell out” He reached his arm around Andrew trying to grab her again. Andrew quickly push it away “You do that again” Andrew felt his nerves begin to rise “I’m gonna-” Dan stepped up to grab his shoulder digging his nails in Andrew’s flesh. “You’ll do what motherfucker?”

“I won that fight” His voice had a humorous stuffy nose tone to it. He held the blood soaked rag against his nose while looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe you’re banned from the park now” Adina said as he sat next to him “And a restraining order” He added. “Let me see” She said already starting to move closer to him. “It’s just blood” She frowned “I wanna see if it’s broken” He rolled his eyes “It’s not, I’ve done checked that” She sat back feeling annoyed with his tone. “I’m just trying to check, damn” He shift his eyeballs to her. “Why you care so much?” Adina just invited herself back to the apartment afterwards, and hadn’t left since. “Fuck you then!” She shot up to the door and Andrew immediately got up “I’ll leave you alone!” Her voice was raw of emotions and felt her eyes water. She reached for the knob but only manage to open it slightly before his hand pressed against it, closing it. “Please don’t” She turned around sharply. “I care! Ok?!” Her voice cracked against her will. Tear pooled in the corners of her eyes. “I care that you got busted in the face! I care that you got hurt and-” He picked her up into a hug “I missed you” Adina felt tears leave her eyes to her face. He put her feet back on the ground yet still kept her arms wrapped around her. “I missed you so much” He gently spoke stroking her hair. She wrapped her arms around him pulling her face into his chest. “I got so scared when he wouldn’t leave me alone- and then you just stopped it” He hugged her tighter “It really pissed me off seeing you afraid” She pulled away from the hug to see his face. “Besides” He smiled down “It’s been way too quiet in this place” Adina smiled back and wiped her eyes. “Geez your nose his fucked up” She brought her had up to the side of his face. “The swelling will go down but I’ll probably be bruised for a while” She stood on her top toes to kiss his cheek but he turned his head to plant his lips on hers. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry I made you leave” They kissed again before Adina started her apology. “I shouldn’t have left you alone” The kiss was becoming more messy and longer yet they continued to talk. “No, it made me realize how much I need you” She kissed him sloppily licking his lips. He went to kiss her back but the feel of liquid running down his nose made him pull away and dash to the bathroom while covering his nose with his hands. “Hey! Are we still broken up?” Adina called still at the door. He looked in the mirror to see blood dipping between his fingers running down to his elbows. He hung over the sink to allow the blood to drip freely down. “So we are back together?” Adina asked peeking around the door frame. She saw the mess and immediately fetched some paper towels from the kitchen. “I guess we kissed too hard” He chuckled wiping his nose. Blood had reached spread to his neck dripping down to stain his shirt. “I’ll take a quick shower, then I’ll take you home”

After the shower he merged out of the bathroom with clean clothes, but a rag still pressed against his nose. Adina was sitting on the couch on her phone. She had explained not even half of the story to her mother on text. “Do you want me to drive?” She asked as she pick up her purse. Andrew nodded and gave her the keys. They was still confused about their relationship now. They drove in slience both of them still pondering the question. Adina saw him out the coner if her eyes lending his head back to stop the blood. “I’m sorry you got hurt” Andrew looked over at her “That guy was a dick all night” His voice trailed off. “What made you like a guy like that?” Adina raised her hands off the wheel for a moment but kept her eyes ahead. “I don’t know. I thought I needed someone different” Her words hung in the air. “My parents are at the sub station and I don’t have a key” Andrew mentally sighed. He knew her parents probably wouldn’t ge thrilled to see him. She pulled up to the door of the sub station. “Wait a minute” Andrew reached over and out the car in park. “Before you go I need to talk to you” She turned her face to him. “What are we? Do you just wanna be friends or is it better just to forget about us?” Adina’s brown eyes looked sorrowful. “I don’t know” She admitted “Maybe we should just forget” He felt his heart break. “Ok” There was shock and breakage in his voice. Adina got out of the car and walked up to the doors of the building. He opened the car door just as she closed the front door. As he walked to the drivers side he glanced in the large windows to see her looking at him. He turned his head feeling tears well up. She watched him drive away off into the night.

Andrew opened the door to the apartment and allowed the tears to pour. He wiped his eyes and glanced down at his phone. It was near 10 o’clock. He had a test tomorrow and knew only half of the material. Before the events of the evening he thought he would just come home, study and sleep, but now he was attending to his face and cleaning up the place. For some reason cleaning made him feel better as it allowed him to focus on something else. After all the dishes, floors, and rooms where tightened up, he sat on the couch and opened is laptop. He tried to focus on the material but couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wanted to just forget but his heart was aching. Looking up at the ceiling as he felt tears return to his eyes at the painful truth they was over. He guessed he would have to return the ring now. After all that’s why money had been kinda tight. He denied knowing where it went, which in hindsight was stupid of him. It only built more tension. A knock at the door shook him. He looked at the clock that read back 10:40. Andrew’s stomach tighten as he saw who it was through the peep hole. He unlocked the door and there stood Adina. She was misty eyed looking up at him. She smiled as he stood there in a over sized band shirt and pajama pants. She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry” She gently spoke. He hid his face in her hair. “I’m not mad” He repeated hearing his voice break. He had to silence a sob but couldn’t stop fresh tears from rolling down his face. He comb through her hair then hugged her tight. When they pulled out of the hug Adina was amazed. She’d never seen him cry before. He smiled looking down at her which made her cry seeing him smile so gently. “I know you probably have stuff to do but dad made you a sub cause you kicked that guys ass” They both laugh together in what felt like the first time in years. “Are they here?” He asked wiping his eyes. “Yeah” Adina wiped hers too “We talked about it and they drove me out here” She had new tears streaming down “I came to say I’m sorry” She placed her head on his chest to which he reacted by holding her again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” She gasped between sobs. “Hey” His tone was so gently it stung her. “If you keep crying, then I’ll keep crying” She smiled and wipe her eyes. “I think they made up” The voice that spoke had a heavy Indian accent and the tone smooth. He looked up from Adina to see Sabina and Sia walking to the front door. “Can we come in?” Sia asked holding a white styrofoam box. Andrew nodded. He broke his embrace with Adina to allow them all in the living room. “Oh darling,” Sabina sighed “your nose” She moved Adina out of the way and cup the sides of Andrew’s face. “Oooh goodness” She said looking. “At least you won” She smiled. “I know we can’t stay for long but we all wanted to say thank you” Sia said handing Andrew the styrofoam box. “Thank you” He placed it on the counter that divide the kitchen and living room. “So?” Sabina happily chirp “We saw the hug” She smiled at Adina then look at Andrew. They both smiled “We’ll see”

The next month

The mid day sky bright blue sky showed down through the blossoming trees. Adina looked over at Andrew then down at their intertwined hands. She smiled feeling a breeze gently blow through her hair. Over the last month they had both put in a real effort on better communication. She moved back in with him and together they grew. Arguments became less frequent, money seemed to be less of a issue and they was displaying affection for eachother more publicly. They had been walking for an hour before they felt the need to stop and just enjoy the weather. “It’s really pretty out here” Andrew said looking up at the clear sky. Adina smiled then picked him with a kiss on his jawbone. He smiled and kissed her lips back. Usually he would just kiss her cheek but now he’d kiss her wherever, which she loved. “I love you” He gently spoke then pulled her in again for another kiss. “I love you so much, Adina” She smiled back blushing slightly “I love you too” Andrew seemed get dazed for a second and when he snapped back he looked worried. “What?” She asked “Nothing- I’m just nervous” He admitted with a half smile. “Why?” He reaches into his pocket and out came a small black box. She could tell it was a jewelry however there was no holidays or birthdays coming up so why? Her eyes widen as it dawned on her. “Yes” She stated blankly. Andrew laughed “I haven’t even ask you properly yet” He opened the box to reveal the sliver ring with three small diamonds embedded in. “You know that I love you a lot, Uh- will you marry me?” She stared at the ring then back up at him. Her eyes watered “Yes” She cracked a smile that grew like sunshine. “Yes!” She threw her arms around him. “I love you” Andrew kisses her head as he held her. “I hope those are happy tears” He said lightheartedly. “There are” She wiped her eyes to look at him. He took the ring out from the wedge and held her left hand. He slid the ring on. She looked down at her hand a smiled. Andrew quickly wipe his eyes but she caught him. “Those better be happy tears” She tease. “They are” He said with a smile.

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striving-artist · 5 years

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Art Class - Papers

so in response to This post and because my first rendering teacher was phenomenal, and taught us not just how the medium works, but how it’s made, I’m just gonna infodump everything I know about traditional mediums for you here. I know too much, so I gotta split this up. This post is just about paper.

you should be choosing your paper based on the tooth, aka, the little bumps. and let’s start with water color paper.

First up. Rag edge is when the paper doesn’t have a sharp edge on it. Sometimes this means that the paper was hand made. Sometimes it means that the manufacturer is faking it. You can tell the difference by how crazy expensive it is. Sometimes it’s only on two edges because they’re doing long rolls and cutting to sheet size. if all four sides are rag edge, they’re probably going to be more expensive, and are usually found in flat files in art stores.

There are hot press water color papers that have a fine tooth and let you do modern looking works. This is made by taking the paper pulp, laying it in, and then basically hot ironing it until its gone smooth. This means that you can work over hot press paper a lot more before the paper starts to pill.

Cold press water color paper has more ooth and more visible little lumps of paper pulp, and lets you do more classical water color looks. This is like when you take a shirt out of the basket and realize its wrinkled but you just try to smooth them out rather than grab the ironing board. I love this look, but if you go back too many times to the same spot, or if you push too hard/work too wet, you might start tearing up the pulp, and then that spot will always look different than the rest.

You’ve also got rough finish water color paper that never gets pressed, so the pulp gets laid and levelled, but never ironed out. And that means that you’d better not need to rework things because ooh boy but that stuff will pill up if you work it too hard.

More heat in the finishing means that there’s more of a shell or skin on the face of the paper. That is how you get the smoother look, and yes, it is great for inks and thin, staining colors. But! if you work through that skin on hot press, it’s over. You might, maybe, be able to hide that mistake on rougher paper, but on hot press once the page goes rough, you’re done.

But, Strife, you’re thinking, how come some papers *cough*Arches*cough* are so freaking expensive? Honestly, it’s a brand name with a history to it mostly. But, They also have fewer impurities in the paper pulp, and they take color better. More expensive water color papers do tend to stay flat better when wet.

Which brings me to the next point.

Watercolor blocks. You know how watercolor paper comes with all the edges stuck together except for a 2″ section that’s sometimes on a corner? That’s on purpose, and you aren’t supposed to take a sheet off until the art is done. What it’s doing is holding the thing tight and in place so it can’t warp so much. Then, after you’re done, you run a stick (I use a butter knife) around the outside to separate it.

If you don’t have a block, and just have loose sheets - tape them down, all the way around the outside, to a rigid surface. Don’t be shy. Don’t just get the corners. Get the entire border. And if this is a large sheet/you’re having trouble with it. Mist the back with spray glue before you tape the edges. You’ll get such a better product if you aren’t fighting warping.

So. Other papers than water color.

What a lovely illustration, but, feel free to ignore it’s recommendations whenever you want. Especially if you’re doing mixed media. What matters is that you know what you’re working on, and you know whether you want to preserve the tooth of the paper or not. (think about when you press hard with colored pencils and it goes super smooth - you’re ironing out of the tooth of the page) Do you want paper where you have a single plane, or do you want to have all those peaks and valleys to work with?

Anyway, non watercolor paper types:

Tracing Paper, sometimes called onion paper or trace is for tracing. obviously. it’s translucent, toothier than you expect it to be, hates erasers, and has a distinct sound when you crumple it up. It’s also useful as sheeting between pages so graphite or whatever doesn’t transfer. It’s made by either using really selective materials and keeping everything very thin, OR by making a normal type paper that’s kind of like printer paper, and then dipping it in acid for minute to eat some of it away.

Newsprint is a mild tooth, fine pulp, really thin paper. We use it for sketching because it makes it almost impossible to go back and erase anything. The paper with wrinkle or tear if you’re not super careful. This is why it’s the go to for 30 second sketches. It’s cheap, but it’s not for your masterpiece.

Then there’s sketch paper which tends to have a mild tooth, fine pulp, and is usually around 100lb this stuff is the work horse for most artists. I have about a dozen notebooks like this kicking around. you can work inks, graphite, colored pencils, you can erase for a long while without breaking the skin of the paper. there isn’t so much tooth that you’ll burnish it down and get a weird textureless spot. It comes in in a bazillion sizes, and is relatively cheap. I believe almost all of this runs through a hot press, but that’s for efficiency, not in a dedicated attempt to iron out all texture.

Next, there are bristol sheets - super super smooth, like, I want to just touch them all the time, great for marker and ink - that are made with really finely ground pulp and made with hot press rollers to get them as smooth as can be. These tend to be fairly heavy weight, kinda like super luxe cardstock. If you’re using a non-ink on them though, be careful you aren’t etching into it. If you press too hard, you’ll make your sketch permanently visible. On the other hand, if you’re playing with embossed sheets in mixed media, this stuff is the jam. It tends to be on the high cost end of mid range papers.

Vellum. Okay so. This name gets used for trace sometimes. Those people are wrong. Vellum is heavier weight than trace, and smoother. You can erase on it without destroying the thing, and it usually comes on a roll, because for ages it was used as an architecture drafting medium. Originally (pre-modern) vellum was a name for ultra thin sheets of calf skin that you could scrape away a layer if the word was wrong. Nowadays it’s a translucent paper product that can be great fun to work on. BUT. if it’s cheap to buy, it’s probably just tracing paper with a label change. As weird as this is, you can hear the difference between them.

Pastel paper is usually just watercolor paper in non-block form since there’s not a risk of water warping. However, what it should be is gritty. It’s not just ultra toothy, it should be rough - sandpaper rough. That’s because pastels need something to grab or they slide away. Keep in mind though, when you’re staring at the fancy color toned pastel blocks, that you can’t blend much on them. you put the pastel down on something too gritty, and that’s exactly where it’s gonna stay. These are made as cold press paper if memory serves, with an added mixture of grit that rises to the top.

Artagain papers are pretty much the same as sketch paper, but they have added fibers, usually a cotton or linen. This makes them tougher. They often have a color tone, or visible little strings in them.

Transfer paper is NOT the same as Trace paper. They are opposites. Don’t grab the wrong one. Transfer is a god-send if you need to sketch but the paper for the final piece is too expensive. It’s clean on one side, covered in graphite (and sometimes chalk) on the other, and you set it between your sketch and your fancy paper, with the graphite facing the final paper. Tape the whole thing in place so you can check your progress without ruining alignment. Then you (lightly) trace your sketch, and get just enough of the information down that you can do your thing without ruining a 60$ piece of paper. It’s also reusable several times before there’s not enough graphite left.

Okay, one last one, and technically it’s not paper, it’s plastic, but I’m mentioning it anyway. Plastic vellum is so.freaking.cool. It’s basically a clear sheet of acrylic with a thin skin of milking on the outside, on both sides that has enough tooth to it you can use it for most mediums. It takes colored pencil in this bizarre, high shine way, and gives you perfectly smooth marker lines. This stuff hates water color btw. But! What’s amazing about it is that because it’s translucent, you can do art on either side. Or, you can do layers of it and let things fade into faux mist.

That’s every type of art paper I can think of at the moment. let me know if you have questions.

#art class #art papers #sharing knowledge #because my degrees were expensive so let me share

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years

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Magnus and Queen

ok so i thought making the other post would get this off my chest but apparently it didnt so here comes

this post is non-queen-fans friendly

lemme just talk a little bit more about magnus' (Canon!!!!) relationship with freddie mercury cuz honestly i think they were just name-dropping but it makes so much sense i die

listen. LISTEN. magnus and freddie are so alike, its kind of unreal. both really powerful/glamorous/outspoken people who actually felt pretty lonely and were very closed off when it came to important things.

both with the same fashion style and love to break gender roles (particularly 70s!Freddie).

both big cat lovers.

both really Soft and romantic and nice but taken for divas and drama queens because of their effeminate styles.

both serial adopters of insecure kids (John deacon, queens bassist, has said multiple times that fred was like a father figure to him, helped him come out of his shell and feel comfortable in the band and always helped him write his songs. also most of freddie's exes or queer friends ended up living at his house or getting a position as like, freddie's "personal assistant" or "gardener" so he could help them on their feet - and magnus, well, magnus has adopted every single downworlder he managed to put his hands on).

both diplomatic peacemakers (all the queen guys have said on multiple occasions that when things got heated, freddie helped them figure out their differences and played the diplomat) but who also didnt stand for bullshit.

both had an "open house" policy (freddie would accept visitors any day and frequently took random people he met on clubs to his home. that's how he met his husband, jim hutton)

both really creative, admired, fierce people. both scared of being left behind and unloved. both queer men of color.

like listen theres just. so much they could bond over. so much they could share with each other. i bet their relationship was so good for the both of them

with all of that being said, i dont think they were like, boyfriends. theres many reasons for that; 1- magnus would have to hide pretty much his entire life from freddie; 2- i think magnus would at least avoid getting involved with a mundane; 3- magnus spent way too many years closed off to romantic relationships; 4- they were both kinda private when it came to The Important Things so i think that would put a wall between them should they try to have a romantic relationship

so I'm thinking - not dating, but not really friends with benefits either? something like friends-who-sometimes-bang-and-sometimes-sit-in-silence-doing-their-thing-and-sometimes-talk-all-night-long. intimate and close, but not really romantic. and they were fine with that

freddie and magnus would lowkey compete over who loved cats the most. it was never really explicitly said but whenever magnus would, like, get a cat some milk, freddie would give them fish, so magnus would pet them, so freddie would kiss them, and it kept going but neither would acknowledge what was happening

magnus had to have met the other queen members at some point, since they were all really close (like, personal-space-is-not-a-thing close, really, there are many pictures of them all just. sitting on each other's laps), and i think hed vibe with Brian May (queens guitarrist) pretty well

im thinking party because freddie loved to throw parties and magnus loved himself a good party and somehow he bumps on Brian and theyre both slightly tipsy and started talking and like. brian is fun (esp when hes drunk) so theyd get along well and somehow they found themselves at a quieter place just talking. im thinking by the pool just because brian would throw himself at the pool at freddie's parties jejdid

anyway they have a few bits in common if you look close enough. mainly, brians gender issues (his parents kind of raised him as a girl and hes always been like, slightly feminine. up to this day - hes 71 now - brian paints his nails and has long curly hair and wears androgynous clothing on his shows) and death issues (brian had a sister who died very young and it deeply scarred him. he has many songs that revolve around the idea of being the one who lives and having to watch your loved ones die. hes also struggled with depression and suicidal ideation for pretty much his whole life)

so like, ok, yeah, dark, but im not really thinking, super dark? im thinking somehow these topics come up and it ends up being like one of these honest conversations you have with strangers at a party when you're just the right amount of tipsy to be honest without being hyper-emotional or a crying mess. these conversations that end up going deep but dont really feel sad, feel more like "omg someone understands!" and end up being kind of fun

so they talk about these issues and get along pretty well and both come out of their conversation pretty satisfied. magnus didnt reveal anything he shouldn't, of course, but that conversation ended up subconsciously inspiring brian to write who wants to live forever

magnus kind of doesnt listen to who wants to live forever cuz it hits a little too close to home. but its a beautiful song

eventually, with magnus becoming the high warlock of brooklyn and freddie dating other people, they stop seeing each other. they dont really break up as much as drift apart, and, as many of freddie's exes, stay on pretty amicable terms

magnus never stops being a queen fan. hed still go to concerts, along with dot, and sometimes talk to the guys when he managed

magnus was totally that queen fan who liked the hot space album, and dot was totally that queen fan who despised the hot space album. these were the concerts that magnus "dragged" dot to (because i refuse to believe dot doesnt like queen. theres no such thing). theyd have heated arguments over it too

"its funk! its disco! its not queen" "oh, so you're telling me that queen, the band that mixed hard rock and opera, should stick to a single musical genre?" "im saying it doesnt have queens touch. i thought youd back me up on this, dont you think there could be more of an edge?" "darling, there can always be more of an edge. also, two words: under pressure." and even dot cant argue with the power of under pressure, but that doesn't mean she'll agree with him

queen is magnus' go-to band for many moods. they just have so many songs he can relate to (from dont try suicide to somebody to love) and also many purely fun, even silly songs he can dance/perform to and just feel. happy. he even likes most of queens not as well-known songs, like seaside rendezvous and lazing on a sunday afternoon

freddie's death shocked him. freddie didnt tell the press about his disease and they werent that close anymore at the time, so it hit him in the stomach. he attended the freddie mercury tribute concert and went back home feeling better and knowing that freddie lived a happy life

when he starts to miss him and wants to honour him, he listens to was it all worth it, to remind himself that yes, Freddie died really happy and proud of his life

#me trying desperstely to not end this on a sad note like #sh #shadowhunters #magnus bane #meta #sh meta #dot rollins #dot #dorothea rollins #magnus lightwood bane #overflowing trashcan

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theveryworstthing · 6 years

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its time for some downtrodden content: Vulture flavor.

Today’s post is about vulture weddings, and the lovely examples of wedding attire you see here are these moms, Fifteen Stab Wounds and Irresponsible Botany.

Vulture Weddings:

Clothes:

Vultures don’t have specific wedding attire but they do like to get as fancy as they can. Family symbols or signature patterns/flowers are common. For the wedding breakfast, the couple is usually more done up with baubles and veils since there’s minimal flying and more looking pretty for relatives. Red is a customary clothing color for weddings and no one wears white unless they’re a priestess. Dance outfits are sleeker than breakfast outfits and usually involve long sheer trains. Gold dust made from crushed beetle and mollusk shells is painted on the beak and dusted on the hands and wing-paws.

Fun Fifteen and Irresponsible facts: They both wore altered priestess robes for wedding attire. Fifteen also wore a rabbit style Meeting Cloak to her wedding breakfast to honor her beloved step-mom and the rabbit family that embraced her and her dad for most of her life. The patterning is of the mountains meeting the night sky, symbolizing patience and clear paths. Irresponsible, on the other hand, wore the chipped tooth of her favorite hare boxer as a bead pendant on her choker. Its still got a little bit of blood on it. She picked it up off the bathroom floor of an underground fighting ring during a trip to the mainland.

Everyone has their special items okay. Back off.

The Event:

Vulture weddings differ slightly depending on the type of vulture, but all have very little talking and a whole lot of dancing. Wedding parties meet at the break of dawn for a fresh hearty breakfast scouted for by the groom’s family. If there is no groom, then the males in both of the brides’ families or close friends scout instead. When breakfast is ready (and collected in one area if only smaller potions could be found) the rest of the wedding party flies out to the spot. There are two flying formations, one for each partner, lead by them and their parents. If there are non-vulture guest, accommodations for them are made in advance and they are carried to the spot if need be.

Upon arrival, the couple sits together and is usually given an assortment of meats set off to the side of the main carcasses. This includes a slab of meat from the Holy City if their families can get their hands on some. All of the meat is thrown in a ornate pot of boiling hot coconut milk and spices for cooking. Small bits of the best and worst pieces are an exception, as they are to be torn in half and given to the couple to feed to each other at the end of the meal. This symbolizes a sharing of both good and bad times. The best cut is, of course, the Holy City cut. The worst…When I say worst, I mean worst. The scouts purposefully try to find the single most awful piece of meat for this meal. That piece of meat that’s survived on a carcass that’s been so dead for so long and is so smelly that its probably best classified as a very solid wet fart. A piece of meat that could possibly turn a vulture stomach.

Not that the couple should allow it to.

Throwing up or refusing to eat the bad portion is extremely frowned upon and your mate will have to eat a double portion to save face for both of you.

After breakfast there is short rest period to sleep off/clean up in preparation for the dancing. The engaged vultures return to their parents’ nests where they have a small family ring ceremony. Rings are given twice with vultures. First from the family to their child, and then the same ring is gifted from their child to their spouse right before the dances . The rings are always simple, but beautifully crafted, pieces made of wood painted red. The wood symbolizes, well, its difficult to explain. Its sort of like a symbol of how love is taught and nurtured by the family/community, like a sapling. Its evidence of the love they have seen you grow within yourself and shown them in return, now shaped and molded into something to give your spouse. The color red symbolizes life and new beginnings, and as such these rings are only worn for a year. They’re swapped out for more personalized rings on the first wedding anniversary. There’s a lot of crying and mushy speeches when these rings are given out akin to vows.

There are cases when a vultures might not have a family or close friends to make a ring for them, and in those cases they just make them themselves.

Anyway, once all the mushy stuff is over the family flies out to their local dancing grounds. These are usually flat areas where the ground is dusted with glittering iridescent fragments of crushed mollusc shells and bioluminescent (if they’re on the island ) fungi. Musicians (and watchmen if they’re on the island) stand around the perimeter as guests file onto the huge dance floor. When the couple arrives they’re led to the center, where they exchange their rings in front of the crowd. Everyone screeches in approval, and then they all.

Get.

Fuckin’.

Down.

Vultures, are all about dancing and weddings are an amazing excuse to cut every rug in a 10 mile radius. There’s no real rhyme or reason to the dances, everyone just follows the band’s lead. Its quite the sight and it goes on for hours. In the process feathers will be lost. Avian break-dancing will happen. Someone’s rabbit friend will show up halfway through with a cart of boozy fruit and auntie Broken Ladder will get out of control at light speed. You’ll only know things are starting to wind down when the couple gets tired and tells people to start circling up. This is the cue that its time for their exit dance.

The couple’s last dance is partially a group affair. Two circles form, one for each family. The revelers start to slowly dance, wings spread, inching the circles closer and closer until they join and become one large circle with the couple in the middle. The couple dances on the ground only briefly, just long enough for the big circle to make on complete rotation, before they take to the air. As they rise, their guests screech and fan their wings, lifting a cloud of glittering dust behind them. Once in the sky they do the vulture equivalent of slow dancing, flying together in graceful formations as their families watch from the ground. After a while they spiral high into the sky and just leave. No one follows them and where they go after is their business. Everyone left at the party dances the night away, usually picking a safe group roost nearby instead of going home if they don’t have to.

And that’s how vultures get married.

Divorce:

Sometimes its just not meant to be y’all.

Vultures classically divorce by tearing out a few flight feathers and burying them with their rings to rot, then dividing whatever the vulture equivalent to a pile of limited edition beanie babies is up. These days its one feather each, but in the old days it was all the flight feathers of the bird who’s fault it was the most. This means justice for adulterers and abusers if the victim can successfully plead their case to the local elders. It does make divorce just because you fell out of love difficult. Vultures mate for life and wanting to break that bond is extremely rare (because of an actual soul bond or societal pressures? Who knows?). Separating from your mate should only be because they wronged you or they died (so they say). A lot of people stay together because they don’t hate their mate and they don’t have a good reason to leave. Which isn’t the worst, but its not the best either.

Re-marrying for divorced vultures is kinda tough because they’re mostly restricted to dating other divorcees and widows. If you’re a vulture who’s never been married, its seen as real bad luck to date a divorcee (widows get more leeway). Fifteen’s dad had it real rough as he was also a single father (Fifteen’s birth mom got shared custody for a week before the elders saw what a bad idea that was) who was far from home. Fifteen wasn’t old enough to fly back to the Holy City with him yet, so they temporarily settled down near a rabbit trade outpost where he could sell his woodwork. Long story short, he meets the cute owner of the local rabbit bar, they fall in love, town gossip is rejuvenated for the next thousand years, and Fifteen gets a stable and overall better family.

And that’s how vultures get married again.

#rabbits of downtrodden #worldbuilding for days yall #long post #vultures #Wedding

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Element of Surprise

Fandom: X-men (movies) Pairing: Allerdrake (Pyro/Iceman) Summary: Everybody has to make decisions. Decisions that might or might not work out. He wasn’t in a habit of looking back either way.

A/N:

Greatest thanks to my brother from another mother for bestowing an infectious prompt upon me and all the wretched jokes that accompanied his insightful comments. You’ve been a great help and an ass at the same time. The rest of my gratitude belongs to my dear family who has an immaculate sense of recognizing each highlight and “I saw the light!” moment of my writing, reliably and effectively ruining every single one of them. You’ve been an invaluable teacher of forced multitasking (which I still fail at spectacularly). Thank you, guys, for harassing me at the most unfortunately-picked times imaginable but standing by me still. Love you.

St. John Allerdyce was a survivalist. And this might be a very sucky way to begin one's story, but he was nothing but cut-the-crap kind of guy, so go deal.

Where was he again? Ah, yes. Good at the pretend game, he knew how to play tough; easily irked when deprived of a fire source. Bad-tempered, really. All of these stellar qualities went well with him being a realist to the bone. Wrap it up and ship it off.

He wasn't confessing all that out of some twisted delusion of having a chance at redemption, though. Wanting to save his tar-dark soul? No. It was only so that when he says that he's done morally questionable things to pull through, it would be clear that it was no slip up, not a 'few times' kind of deal. He's actually done them more often than not. Not that he counted; just saying. That was what he meant by being a survivalist. That was what this was about.

The main point here? He kept on going. Always found a way. Pushed. Squeezed in. Got his hands dirty. Gritted his teeth. Whatever it took. Morality was overrated where he lived; nobody abided by it anyway, so why should he? He was just a 'misfit' trying to get by, same as the next guy from a broken home.

On the streets and on his own. Making it, no matter the circumstances. That was the source of his pride. He might have turned out brash as a result, distrusting on a good day and suspicious round the clock, but who gave a shit. Certainly not him, not when it kept him alive this whole time.

When the X-men found him, he didn't feel elation; not even relief and he was far from thankful, too. He suspected the worst and he kept on running from them until they corralled him in and got him on their overly flashy and disgustingly impressive jet.

They took him in; full of reassurances that he'll be alright from then on, that he'll be safe now. Who were they to tell him that? Who were they to be so sure about it, to have balls to warrant that? What was the guarantee? Their skin-tight black&yellow spandex? If so, allow him to doubt the empty promise, because those were a sight for sore eyes – literally, just to make them sore.

Everything would work itself out and quite naturally in its usual, wary and solitary way, though (after all, once you lean onto someone, you're only bound to fall sooner or later) – if only they didn't have Bobby Drake on their "team" already.

The guy was way too cheery and overly friendly. Optimistic. An impersonification of a 'Think positive!' attitude, "Not made from concentrate, one hundred percent natural". It was almost like he was shooting for some such ad twenty-four seven. Think about the descriptive adjectives for a straight-laced goody two shoes from suburbs; you name it, he's that.

Everything was perfect.

Everything was dandy.

Bullshit.

He couldn't stand the guy. The poster boy irritated him; got on his nerves like no one else before. John was way too pragmatic to join this sort of let's pretend. But when dear Bobert started cracking, show that not everything was quite so well in his lala land… That's when John took real notice and interest.

You see, he couldn't be arsed to give a flying fuck about some fake looser, but a kid who had his whole life perfectly lined up and sorted only to get "screwed over" by mutation his parents wouldn't take well to? That was John's kind of real that he was willing to interact with.

Sure, Drake was still a sunny boy with majority of views intact and therefore headdesk-ishly naive, but he wasn't all plain "guy next door" (quotation marks because same door actually) anymore. And while John's own personality and stands had been torn down or have crumbled and been rebuilt time and time again, making him into who he was (coincidentally basically the opposite of his roommate), he and the Snowflake there suddenly had a link of communication and it held ever since then. Thus, their companionship begun.

It didn't hurt they both were element-sensitive – that wasn't to say their co-existing was a cakewalk, though. After all, like Ice and Fire, they too were diametrically different. Just a small example to draw a picture here: while Bobby was afraid of his abilities, scared of his element, John felt an undeniable thrill whenever setting free his own; he loved to see fire reign over anything in its way, watch it burn strong.

Ultimately, their mindsets resulted in both of them failing and it was all for the best that they were roommates in the end, because accidents.

Reason number two was that they were a good "confidence boost" and "recklessness dampener" (whatever) respectively for each other, too. That's what their instructors said, but if anybody asked John what it was for him, he just simply enjoyed coaxing Sub-Zero ("Very funny, you pyromaniac." "C'mon, that was weak. You'll have to do better than that, Ice Cube.") out of his shell, letting his fire frolic with its counter element. Negative and positive of the same, if you wanted to get poetic.

Of course, there was also the aspect of them both being young and as such, hormone-driven, too. He was always open to some serious self-exploring opportunity. Safe environment for that wasn't a given, not for him, and even less so in combination with someone begrudgingly-trustworthy (i.e. with no other agenda hidden behind the forementioned romping between the sheets).

It was nothing; just fooling around – one that was kept secret from their teachers and anyone, really, since Bobby-boy was too chickenshit to admit to a healthy dose of experimenting himself. John couldn't care less; he wasn't the guy's keeper after all.

Until he somehow turned out to be. What was worse? Without him even expecting it. You see, the thing was… he kinda screwed himself over. For all his puffed-up chest and big shoulders about how he was prudent and cautious, he landed himself in a swamp (or moving sand if he'd so chose to rather stay dry; same difference, though) right there. Knee deep and it was only a matter of time until it swallowed him up whole.

It was all the Ice-berk's ("I'm not stupid, John!" "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.") fault. If he wasn't so pure and open and easy to approach – hell, he, approaching him all of his own! – in the first place, John wouldn't have fallen into this trap.

Who was he kidding. He blew it. Big time.

But it was still all good, right? What he meant was, there was no rush or anything. They could simply keep at it the way they had up til now with Ice Ice Bobby none the wiser and everyone chilling, pun intended.

He should have known that he was never meant to have a happy end. Not ever (as if life hadn't showed him enough indications to that already) and definitely not with Snow White on top of that. When had he sunken so low as to think he even could?

Shame. Shame on you, St. John Allerdyce.

As he was forced to witness and live the changes that wafted in after Rogue's appearance and continued presence, years of evolved camaraderie and any ease connected to it began to shrivel.

He had suddenly more free time on his hands than what he knew what to do with, his subconsciousness developed an almost uncontrollable need for a facepalm at least once per every 24 hour mark, his teeth were bound to rot any day now with the diabetes-inducing teenage romance developing before his eyes and he better man-the-fuck-up right now, because he did not make it this far only to become a sob story.

So, he watched with skeptical interest as Bobby, encouraged by Rogue's supporting words, froze his mother's disgustingly milk-ruined coffee instead. John knew long before they had even opened their mouths, what side Bobby's parents would pick, what their reaction would be. He could not keep his sarcastic thoughts pointed at his roommate from emerging then.

Why did you think, all of a sudden, they won't mind? We talked about your bigoted parents so many times… You think that you having a girlfriend like a good, normal teenage boy somehow neutralizes your negative mutant points?

If not knowing better, John would say Bobby did it on purpose just to fuck with him. Nobody could be that sickeningly foolish after all. And the Drakes? He silently dared them to surprise him; to call their "Art teacher" out on his blatant lie even. To prove him wrong.

Which would be when Wolverine got shot in the head right infront of them. That did surprise him, John will give them that.

An unexpected rush of everything followed right after and with startling clarity.

One too many black eyes.

Sleeping in a cardboard box, freezing (nobody cared).

Broken jaw.

Stealing a pack of matches the first time around – to get to feel at least a bit safe (they were too tricky to operate, to strike with shaking hands, wrong move there wrong wrong wrong).

Hungry, impotent anger.

Running away.

The breath; foul and heavy with booze.

First fire (pure accident please!).

His mother on the floor, bleeding (never fighting back; just taking it run!).

Heavy hands.

Cops chasing him back into slums (you'd have to know it here better to catch me, assholes).

Bloodshot bottomless eyes. A vortex about to swallow him up, too.

Events flashing before his mind's eye at random and in no chronological order.

His heart not having a foggiest how to deal with the overabundance of adrenaline that jumped up out of nowhere.

"And the rest of you, on the ground. Now."

He could almost physically feel Wolverine, right before his feet, lifeless.

See Bobby, lying down, obedient.

"Look, kid. I said, on the ground."

Rogue, too; docile.

They can't be serious. Why were they kidding themselves? They were gonna die here.

"We don't want to hurt you, kid."

Really. The fucking cop just shot Wolverine. If they won't protect themselves… They're dead. If he's not gonna do anything now…

He gulped. Palmed his zippo; the warmed-up steel that bit slicker with sweat. Or sick memory?

C'mon, Pyro, show up. Fight.

In the pit of his stomach, hot magma twisted and curled, warming him up until he could almost sense the licks of unborn fire on his fingertips.

There.

He won't lie down. Not until he's six feet under.

A/N: So I’ve found something of a themesong for EoS I think. If you’re wondering, you can check it here.

A bit of explanation on a side:

My idea is that St. John Allerdyce still has Australian background, he just moved to US with his family when he was a small kid or something. So... just bear with the little mess, please. I love him being "St. John" way too much as to delete half of it from my story.

Also, I’ll deviate a bit from the movies timeline (which is a tangle anyway) in this version (I got two total, don’t panic), which you’ll notice on the transition from X-2 movie to X-3.

#marvel #x-men #allerdrake #pyro/iceman #eos

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Soup for the Sick

Note: …At this rate, this is already a series. One Piece and Naruto mixed. Never thought I would be getting into it. But @unlucky-marine’s art is something that always brings a smile to my face, and considering @langwrites writing the My Hero Academia-CYB crossover of Shell Game, well…

Yeah, I have no excuse. CP and S&S are still going on, but these little side stories starring the civilian pianist with her older Marine sibling-caretaker are adorable and I like giving something back to Eli. :) So there. Eli got me on the Tomo-Davy sibling train, and I can’t thank them enough for that. I’ve never had someone so outspoken in loving kid!Tomoko whenever I talked to them, so I think the appreciation goes miles now. ^_^

Of course, I don’t own anything except Tomoko and Hisako. Davy belongs to Eli, and Wendy to @ask-lieutenant-wendy.

The theme for this story is inspired by the sea, being SaphiraLynx’s piano cover of Mizuiro no Senritsu from Mermaid Melody. Or, as the translation calls it, the Aquamarine Melody, originally sung by the Aquamarine Mermaid Princess herself. :) The original song works just as well if you want to pull it up~

Please enjoy!

Oh, and Eli? You don’t have to feel pressured in making art for every part of this series, by the way. Only do it if you feel like it. I only write this whole thing because your art brought a lot of happy juice for me in these last days of summer and seeing you on Twitch and talking with you only helped fuel that. Friends look out for each other, and well, considering your theater job? A nice read is something you more than deserve. ;>

The words felt foreign in my mouth. “Jackie-nee’s sick?”

Wendy-nee gave me a sad smile as she sat down on her knees, a hand reaching over to rest on the top of my head. “She’s just resting in her barracks, Tomoko-chan. But yes, Jackie’s sick. It’s a cold, thankfully, so the bad sickness won’t be here forever.”

“How?” was already escaping my throat, and I found myself covering my mouth with both of my hands out of politeness and shock. My caretaker wasn’t the kind of person who found themselves sick so easily. At least, from what I could tell. When feeling more masculine as Jack-nii, he could easily kick someone’s ass if he wanted to, more so when I heard him mutter once on how he could break all 206 bones in a body. That was cool and kinda scary. When feeling feminine as Jackie-nee, she could then smash a womanizer’s face in with her heel and look beautiful doing it.

Being genderfluid was still something I didn’t know much about, more so considering I was a cis-female, but my caretaker was awesome. Simple as that.

I never thought I would hear the news that they would be sick.

But, alas, Tomoko-chan, my dear. Hisako swirled her glass of…lemonade. Okay. She was doing it while sitting in an armchair like Giovanni from Pokémon or something. All she needed was a Persian. And she was doing The Voice. Woo. We all are mere mortals.

Ugh.

I couldn’t help but find my heart sinking when Wendy-nee’s smile turned a bit more forced, as if frustrated. “I don’t think you want to know, Tomoko-chan. Let’s just say a Flamingo got a bit too angry and leave it at that, okay?” The minute crack in her voice was already enough for me to nod and accept it. I was still 10 in this life, so in Wendy-nee’s eyes, of course I was still a kid. An innocent kid, probably.

“Okay,” I said softly, but I still found myself gently tugging on her shirt collar to pull her in for a hug. It didn’t feel right going about this conversation without doing it. She looked troubled enough already, and my arms could wind around her neck, at least. “I’m sorry for prying, Wendy-nee.”

To my surprise, the blond Marine only laughed softly, arms coming around me to hug back. Aaaaah, she had a similar grip to Mama when she was excited. Tough muscle, but still snuggly. “It’s okay, Tomoko-chan, you were worried. It’s okay.”

I was not expecting her to lift me up anyways, essentially letting my sandals hit air as she pulled away from the hug to grin cheerily up at me. Somehow, I was sitting in her arms, close to her shoulders. Somehow! Aaaaaah, awesome strength. Also, Wendy-nee being 7 foot 2 and being carried that close to her height made everything in the near vicinity feel small, and gosh, being tall feels so cool! Fluttering skirt be damned.

…Don’t judge me on this. I’m still trying to gain height by drinking milk.

Wendy-nee’s purple eyes were now sparkling with something soft as she looked at me with that same grin. Her one curly hair sticking out from her hat tickled as she continued to beam. “Still, Tomoko-chan, what do you want to do now? Do you want to visit Jackie?”

The offer was tempting. Very tempting.

Hisako only swirled her cup of lemonade before chugging it in a few seconds flat. Once all the liquid was gone, she tossed the cup away, the motion accompanied by a small mental CRASH that was of the glass breaking in the mind library somewhere. Hm, she mused. It’s nice, but you’re thinking of something else, aren’t you, dear?

Yep. My Nobody was already reading my thoughts.

“Not now, Wendy-nee,” I shook my head while smiling anyways. “But could you carry me to the kitchen? I wanna cook something first!”

Those same purple eyes blinked at me slowly.

“Huh?”

“Here again, Tomoko-chan?”

The Marine chefs, despite bustling around with food and plates in almost every corner of the kitchen, all seemed to notice me as soon as Wendy-nee dropped me off in the doorway. She had work to do, unfortunately, but at least the big bear hug and bright smile in my direction before she left was a nice send-off.

Still, I was a 10-year old girl in a Sylveon-themed kimono dress, standing in the kitchen doorway, and at this point, the Marines weren’t even fazed. Huh.

Adjustment period is officially over, Hisako mused dryly.

I nodded at the nearest chef who asked with the politest smile I could muster. “Yep! Jackie-nee’s not feeling well, so I thought of cooking!” And then the Embarrassment was coming back in. Why, heart, why. “I-Is that okay?”

Said chef only shrugged with an exasperated smile before pointing to a nearby corner. Almost immediately, some of the chefs cleared away, leaving a small cutting board, knife, oven, and stove in the space left behind. “Go ahead, Tomoko-chan. That counter there’s all yours.”

The bright smile on my face was just as sudden as the swing of Embarrassment from earlier. “Thank you very much, Chef-san!”

The man only scoffed softly in a way reminiscent of Vy’s old Dad, almost in disbelief judging by the noise. In the end, he still nodded in acknowledgement at me as the other staff slowly moved away enough so that I could walk over.

For a corrupt military, the staff’s surprisingly sweet.

Maybe they don’t have a lot of kids around?

My Nobody only shrugged. Then I started hearing whispers while walking past.

“That Jack sure is lucky.”

“Of course it’s the paperwork guy who gets a cute girl looking after them.”

“Why can’t I get someone to drop through a hole in the ceiling to love me?”

Ohhhh! Hisako was smirking. Oh no. My, my, my! Tomoko-chan, you’re popular!

I still ran through the kitchen as fast as I could to get to that corner, because the heat on my face wasn’t going to go down otherwise. Aaaaaaah.

What was wrong with loving a caretaker like a sibling when you didn’t have any? Well, I technically had Kei and Hayate, but there was something different about older siblings than younger ones. In a past life, I was the younger one, and that was a mixed bag. Actually having that memory when it came to my Marine caretaker was the main seal to the deal. I could at least help out without looking like a brat doing it.

Reincarnation had benefits when it was botched. Apparently.

Still, once I got to my corner and got a good stare over everything, my head blanked. Um. “I know I said I wanted to cook something, but what’s good for a cold…?”

Soup? Hisako offered helpfully. Chicken Noodle? Clam Chowder? Gumbo? Or, heck, curry? Anything warm should do!

Those were all good suggestions. Especially since Jackie-nee was said to be resting from her cold.

I looked around. The kitchen staff were currently using a lot of seafood judging by the nearby lobster platter, so the clam chowder was a bust. I wasn’t even sure if I could do gumbo at my age, but chicken noodle soup sounded nice.

Only problem.

The only chicken I could see in the entire kitchen was a big frozen one sitting in the nearby freezer, and the staff were pretty crowded over there.

Ummmm.

Run?

No. This is a kitchen, Hisako.

Point. Fast-walk and try to wing carrying it?

It was an idea.

I tried. I really did. But being a short little girl in a crowd of tall chefs kinda meant being squished. Think any anime/gaming convention, where you would bump shoulders with someone every 5 seconds. It was like that.

“E-Er, excuse me? I’m trying to get through?” Even with my voice cracking, getting stuck in a crowd of moving people meant elbowing, and I was not good at that. Even if Kei had taught me self-defense, this was not the time to be throwing hands! “I-I’d like to get that chicken, please!”

Ignored. Because there was so much hustling and a pre-pubescent voice was hard to make out.

Aaaaah.

And then hands were sliding under my arms and effortlessly lifting me up, and I found myself squeaking. I could already tell that this wasn’t Wendy-nee’s grip, so who—

“Hey, you guys really should look out when in the kitchen. This little lady would’ve gotten hurt.”

Huh?

I looked behind me and met the stare of someone clearly new. I don’t know if he was ever in this kitchen staff before, but with his curly eyebrow, greyish-blue eye, straight blond hair falling down to brush the left side of his face, and muscular arms in spite of the Marine chef uniform, he definitely looked like someone that Jackie-nee would want to take a picture for when it came to bounties. This new person was definitely something. “You alright, ojou-chan?”

He grinned while still holding me up in his hands, and I tried not to squirm. Wearing a skirt in the kitchen and being lifted all the while was…yeah. “I-I am, but um, Chef-san?” I gestured to the ground while trying not to inwardly panic. “C-Could you please put me down?” I pointed to my corner. “Over there?”

The new Chef blinked at the direction I was pointing at before grinning again and nodding. “Whatever the ojou-chan wishes~!” I didn’t miss how he hummed before he literally slid over to my corner, ignoring chefs passing him all the while, and I tried not to focus on the sensation of my stomach churning. Motion sickness would be motion sickness.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to think on the stomach butterflies longer than necessary, because he was quick to put me down, still grinning all the while. “Now, ojou-chan.” I was not expecting his smile to turn into a more solemn expression. “What were you doing there? This is a kitchen, and not exactly the best place to play around.”

Aaaah. Another adult. I tried not to pout. “I was trying to get the chicken from the freezer. My older sibling who’s in the Marines got sick, and I was thinking of trying to make Chicken Noodle soup for them!”

He only blinked that same grey-blue eye at me before pulling on a more amused smile. “Oh?” he said softly, before turning his head around to look towards that far-away refrigerator. “Do you at least know how to make it, ojou-chan?”

…Um.

Uh.

I squeaked, “No?”

We did not think this through.

He only pulled on a more confident smile while tossing something into the nearest trash can. Was it…a cigarette? “Well then! Let this cook help you out, ojou-chan!”

I blinked. “It’s okay?”

With that same confidence, he turned to me while twirling a — holy crap, he was twirling a knife. I only blinked once, and then he was brandishing a small bowl of diced…diced onions? When did he— “I’m a cook, ojou-chan. And when a lady is in trouble, it’s natural to help out.” He then sat down on his knees, looking at me with that grey-blue eye, now sparkling. “I’m Sanji by the way, ojou-chan. What’s your name?”

Ah. He reminded me of Leo, at least a little. “I-I’m Hoshino Tomoko, Sanji-san.” Out of habit, I took a bit of my skirt to curtsy. “It’s nice to meet you, and I hope to work with you!”

Sanji-san only grinned. “And I you, little lady.”

He then brandished a bowl of cut carrots. Wow, that was a lot of skill.

Chicken Noodle Soup was, surprisingly enough, simple. Even though I only had Vy’s experience to call from when cooking, Sanji-san was quick. It only took an hour for him to prepare homemade chicken and vegetable broths for the soup, and by the time the chicken hit the soup pot, a warm homey smell was wafting around the kitchen, and I could’ve sworn some chefs were drooling while walking past.

“So, ojou-chan,” he said while stirring the soup with a ladle, “who’s your older sibling?”

Aaaand Sanji-san had to ask just when I was putting dishes away in this little corner. “Davy Jack-san! Currently going by Jackie, but I call her Jackie-nee! I think…” my voice cracked while recalling Wendy-nee’s words. “A Flamingo got angry and gave her a cold? Or something?”

The words were silly, but I didn’t miss how Sanji-san tensed. It almost looked like a shiver went up his spine before a nervous chuckle sounded. “D-Davy Jack, huh…? That’s interesting, ojou-chan.” He then muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t hear, but all I could make out was, “that explains things.”

Hisako wasn’t having any of it. He’s nice, but I dunno, Tomoko-chan. That reaction wasn’t the best.

Did my caretaker know this guy?

I ended up voicing it. “Do you know Jackie-nee, Sanji-san?”

Immediately, the cook turned to me with a warm smile, turning down the heat to the soup pot while doing so. “Kinda, ojou-chan. It’s a long story. But the soup’s almost done!”

Yep. That was a sudden subject change. So something did happen between them.

And was it just me, or did Sanji-san look sad for a moment?

I blinked, and as soon as I thought that, the glint in that grey-blue eye disappeared. “Still, ojou-chan, wanna go serve this soup to your sibling then? I have to be somewhere, so I can’t stay long.”

Already, I was feeling disappointed. It had only been a few hours but having a cooking companion aside from my Nobody did something. “Will I see you again?”

Sanji-san then turned off the heat entirely before turning to me fully and sitting down on his knees. “Of course, ojou-chan.” He then grinned, reaching over to poke my forehead through my bangs, and I tried not to wince. “Just look for a sail with a skull and a straw hat, and you’ll find me.”

Skull and a straw hat? What the hell is that supposed to be? A pirate flag thing?

I still nodded in spite of Hisako’s incoming rant. “Okay.”

Of course, I would jump on Sanji-san for a hug too. He deserved it, at least.

Jackie-nee was sitting up in her bed at the barracks, reading what looked like a book when I was finally able to pop in. Wendy-nee was still at work along with the other Marines, so it made sense that there was no one else around.

I did my best to balance the soup bowl tray in my hands while hiding it from view. “Jackie-nee?”

She blinked before looking up from her book, and of course I could see that familiar spark that I grew to love so much. “Tomo-chan,” she murmured happily, then coughed softly into one of her hands. “Sorry, I can’t hug you right now. Still — hack — sick. Wendy told you that, didn’t she?”

Even then, I couldn’t help but smile back. “Wendy-nee did say that, but I do have something for you!”

“What’s that, sweetie?”

“Well…” I tried not to run over to her bedside and instead walked over as gently as I could before brandishing the tray for her to take. “Chicken Noodle Soup. To help make the sick go away?”

I still wanted to ask myself how and why I reverted to childish talk when it only came to my caretaker, but the warm smile on her face made the thought process stop in its tracks. “Oh, Tomo-chan.” She looked down at the warm bowl before taking the spoon and blowing at it. “You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to!” Another pout was coming up on my face now. “I missed you and you deserve something to help you rest better! You work too much!”

At that, Jackie-nee suddenly snorted before laughing softly. “Yeah? I guess so.” The warmth in her voice said everything as she finally took a sip, and then the color was returning to her face as she smiled. “Whoa. Tomo-chan,” she gave me that same warm smile, “did you make this all by yourself?”

Nope. Hisako said for me.

“Nope,” I repeated with a more sheepish shrug. “I had help.”

Now Jackie-nee was confused. “Who helped? Wendy?”

Should I say the name…?

No harm in trying, dear. Hisako only patted my head.

“A new chef in the kitchen?” I found myself raising a pointer finger. “His name was Sanji-san!”

I was not expecting Jackie-nee to nearly drop her spoon mid-bite. “S-Sanji?”

Oh dear. Bombshell.

“Um, he was nice,” I filled in instead, because the sudden silence and the shock in Jackie-nee’s gaze was kinda hard to deal with all at once. “He helped me cut chicken and taught me how to make vegetable broth for next time! He also kept me out from being trampled by crowds and called me ‘ojou-chan’!”

“…What next time?” Jackie-nee said incredulously, but the simple fact that she was still eating was a good sign. At least, I was hoping so. “And, pffft.” I wasn’t expecting her to snort into her free hand. “‘Ojou-chan,’ huh.” But, oh.

She was smiling again.

I sat down at the foot of her bed, trying not to show my confusion. “Jackie-nee?”

She gave me that same warm smile. “It’s nothing, Tomo-chan. Nothing at all.”

And this time, I could believe it. Somewhat. At least while sneaking in one hug.

Hey. I have pride in my immune system, and screw colds! Soup keeps the doctor away!

“T-Tomo-chan, I’m sick…!”

“Just lemme hug you once, Jackie-nee, I missed you!”

Her only response was an exasperated laugh. I could settle for that. It kept thoughts of asking about Sanji-san away for another day.

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Chapter 142

Trey

CiCi sticks her head in the door and point to her ear. "It's Cammie?"

"Bring me my damn phone." I retort.

"Okay." she says closing the door than opening it.

I snatch it from her without thinking about it. Why would you ask me if I wanted to talk to my wife. I know I said don't disturb me no matter what but you should know I wasn't talking about her. This fucking day has been going backwards ever since the power in the hotel went out and I had to move across town. I liked the hotel I was in.

"Tremaine!"

"Hey, Jay." I smile instantly at her joyful face.

She looks around the room. "Caden is the same weight that he was the day before yesterday."

"So what?"

"He is slowly gaining weight."

I smile. "You did that."

She smiles harder. "He slept for a long time last night. Everyone was gathering around and kept checking his machines. They didn't know why he wasn't waking up to eat. I believe it was a whole 8 hours of constant unresponsive sleep. He didn't want to be bothered."

"Poor little man wanted you. What is he doing right now?"

"Sleep. He kinda waking up every 2 hours. Last time he only slept for 30 minutes and he was hungry again. My boobs hurting." she says looking down. "Wanna see them? They're all swollen."

I chuckle. "Of course I want to see em."

She lowers the camera on her chest. "He is only eating a little bit and they are producing too much milk. I have been pumping and storing. The lady down the hall has also been using some of my milk."

"What?"

"Yeah." she nods. "She can't produce any milk for some reason. Not my business."

"You should be selling it then."

She laughs. "No, Tremaine."

I smile. "Cam Milk. High quality unfiltered. Or unpasteurized."

"You in a good mood this morning."

"I swear to you I wasn't before I talked to you. Nicki's team is pissing me off. I may not highlight the show but I ain't about to get treated like a roadie."

She sucks her teeth. "I hate her manager. Nicki don't even act like they portray her when she not around."

"So you know?"

"I did a video with her. I told her never again until she under new management. She knows cause we still cool after all that."

I look at her titties. "You need a bigger shirt."

"I want Caden to feel as much as me as possible." she smiles.

"I need to feel a little bit of you."

She has the most uplifting smile. "I belong to Caden plus you can't touch me for about two years."

"2? Huh?"

"Not having kids for a while."

I yawn. "I don't know. I want a girl."

"Not now!"

"Did I tell you about the doula?"

"No, Maine. What about the doula?"

"One came by with a baby and diapers and shit. I had to practice holding it, burping it, and changing the diaper. Next I have to attend this black fathering meeting. I don't know if that's in the states or not."

She laughs. "Sounds like some American shit. Was the baby real?"

"No. It was tiny and felt real. She also got Lane involved. He told her that the baby wasn't real so it doesn't poop. He also tried to give it CPR."

"CPR?"

I nod. "Yes. I don't know. He pushed its chest and started counting."

Cammie laughs really hard. "Don't make me cry. He did not do that."

"Ask Buggiz. He crazy, Jay."

"That's your son. He learned that somewhere."

I shrug. "I couldn't tell you where. Chris says he coming to Europe in a few days. I tried to convince him to chill at home and out of trouble. He never listens."

"His dumbass. He sent me a dead flower talking about RIP to your insides."

"The fuck?"

She rolls her eyes. "I thought the same until I realized the flower was chocolate under the fake flower pedals."

"Stupid ass joke."

"It is."

She turns the camera so I could see the baby stretching his skinny legs out. He starts moving his hands in erratic motions working up a cry. But the only thing comes out is a little sound. He dramatic for no reason. He kicks his feet a little more than makes his arrival to the woke world noticeable. He yells louder this time. Cammie sits the phone down on something.

"You think you mad now." she says. "Wait til you no longer have this perfectly quiet sleeping area. Then what little guy?"

"He stopped with that tiny cry."

Cammie picks up the phone and shows me him breastfeeding. "He is too busy to do all of that."

"I'm hating."

Cammie laughs. "This won't be yours for another 5 months. He is 3 weeks old."

"Is he?"

"He was a week when you left. You have been gone for 2 weeks and a couple days."

I shake my head. "That's a long time of no titty action. Me and Caden will talk."

Cammie smiles. "Not about me you won't. Where is my first born?"

"With Forrest."

"Caden's little stomach barely had anything." Cammie says. "He is sleep once again."

I close my eyes. "He do..."

"Tremaine, I love you."

"Love you too."

"Just falling asleep on the phone." I hear Cammie say.

I try to open my eyes but my body was refusing to be woken. I just let myself fall asleep thinking about Cammie.

Alex

"Hey, Cammie."

"Hey."

I flip through the pages of the search results. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"As good as expected I reckon."

"Right." I stand up from the computer. "This is like a business call so Imma get to it cause... I just can't turn it off when it's business. I got a block on your name and any mention of your name on any of those popular blogs. I know a lot of shit has been in the news about your sudden disappearance from the social world and Trey's partying in Europe."

"Partying?"

I look out of the large living room window. "Allegedly. They're blogs for God's sake. I just figured you rather not see the bullshit."

She sucks her teeth. "I supposed to have a person for that. So what's the business aspect of this conversation?"

"Oh that's the business."

It gets quiet for a few seconds. "So... What's going on with you that got you so bored you want to care about someone else?"

"I would be offended if you weren't a bitch."

"Hidia told me about your man problems. You stopped acting mighty yet?"

"When will I ever?" I laugh. "How is the baby?"

"He is improving."

I sigh. "You know if you need representation..."

She giggles. "I won't be calling family for it. Just kidding. I don't know how you would be able to handle Trey and his business side. His mother has someone that is familiar with his anal ass so I think that would be better."

"Is he that bad?"

"Yes." she says.

Someone knocks at my door. I look towards it like I could see who it is. I grab my house coat that barely can be called clothing.

"Someone's at my door. I'll talk to you another time." I say.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

We hang up the phone with that. I saw something in my email from her ex. That's what got me intrigued. I could have cared less before that. Like I stated I'm not about to watch my family get drag for no apparent reason. Keem needs to realize that she moved on completely and I'm not on his side.

"Why would you open the door like that?" Jamaal says walking in the house with his eyes on me.

"Cause I knew you were coming." I say sarcastically.

He hands me a small box. "I would have preferred nothing interrupting my view if it were for me."

"I'll remember that next time I invite you to my house."

"I wanted to thank you for saving me."

"Your father must not have been in your life as a kid. Poor thang. No wonder you so sissified."

He gets mad. "My father is the same as my mother. Fuck you, Alex."

I open the small box. I close the box then open it again. I have this collection of odd shaped raw pearls that sit in a clam shell on my fireplace. Jamaal gave me a big pearl that has no shape what so ever. It was also the biggest that I own. I sit it in the clam shell. It stands out from the rest because of its shape, size, and color. Unlike the ones I have this one is from the ocean. It isn't pure white. It's imperfect and I love it.

"Thank you."

"I won the bet." he says.

I turn to look at him. "You did not. She said how she was going to use my ideas. She also said that someone from her team was going to connect me about a conference like I setup for my father. You saw how impressed she was after she found out I was behind his image."

"She still didn't sign you."

I turn to the pearl. "Where did you get this from?"

"A place. A place where humans exist. A place not underwater. Currently."

"Shut up."

Jamaal touches me. I jump a bit from being startled. It was unexpected and definitely unwelcome. He had put his hands on my waist. For a second or two longer I contemplate whether or not I actually wanted him touching me. The thought wasn't what he was touching me for. Cause, you know, I'm fucking irresistible. When you add sexy lingerie and a sheer housecoat it's obvious what he is thinking. I take his hands off of me.

"So you give me a pearl and think it's open season?" I say turning around.

Of course he is still right there in my face. His rapidly moving eyes never actually reach my face though. The fact that he doesn't say anything makes it a bit awkward. Leaves me to my thoughts of what exactly it would be like to fuck him sober.

"Okay." I say moving him back. "Stand over there if you just gonna stare."

He grabs my wrist as I'm dropping it back to my side. Am I gonna have to reject this man's weak as advances until he decides to give up and accept defeat? I go to remove my hand from his grip but he tightens it then pull me to him. My body crashes into his like a rubber recoiling after being stretched. It throws me off enough for him to make his advances more than that of a college boy. He kisses me with one hand on my ass and the other on my back. Momentarily I forgot that it was Jamaal. He moves his hand towards my pussy and that sudden realization that it's Jamaal fades away yet again. It's fucking irrelevant that it's Jamaal. I don't give a fuck.

"No, my pictures." I say as my back touches the wall.

"What?"

I point to the painting that hang down like a blanket on the wall. It was literally inches away from me and too fucking expensive to be torn off the wall. Jamaal stares at the picture. When I turn my head to glance at it he sudden lifts me up in the air. I'm dropped, tossed, or placed onto the couch. Either way I want to imagine it, I land on the couch. Jamaal touches my body then starts kissing my breast. I'm not really a 4 play type of person but I let him do whatever he wants. Maybe he so wrapped up in my body he has to kiss it. I chuckle to myself. How fucking swallow of me? He takes his shirt off displaying his tight lean body.

"Oh please put that back on." I say.

"You jealous because my body looks better than this." he says looking down at my body. He slides my panties off.

"Im convinced."

He rubs his hand on my clitoris. I close my eyes. I fucking love to be touched. My pussy fucking loves anything that brushes up against it in the right way. Whether it's my thighs or someone else's body. I open my eyes as Jamaal kisses my clit. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with him kissing my pussy. It's just do that on your own time. I like friction. No slow as kiss or whatever else. He smiles really big when I move him back.

"I was waiting." he says positioning his hips between my legs.

"Waiting on what?" I snap.

He rams his full size into me all at once. No worrying or warm up. Just 9 fucking inches of dick rammed into my pussy. I couldn't scream. As I could do was breath. He doesn't pause after that, he does it again.

"I know you don't like all that 4 play." he says.

I had the perfect comeback but it irrelevant in seconds. Only thing I wanted to say is, damn Jamaal knows how to fuck. But I'm not saying that. Fuck. I'll lose a thousand arguments tight now, if he continues to talk shit. He has the fucking right at this moment. I can't argue with the way he is fucking me. I sit up suddenly remembering what I was doing. I push him off of me.

"My fucking father is on his way here."

"You walking around naked with your father on the way? Why are you thinking about your father?"

Why was I suddenly thinking about my father? We both freeze and look towards the door. Oh, I heard the garage. He is bringing my car back that he drove to his meeting after his driver got sick. Jamaal picks up his clothes. I go into my bedroom. Damn. I throw a bra on then a tshirt that was 4 sizes too big for me. I walk into the living room. My father is coming through the kitchen.

"Once again you left your mailbox open with mail in it." he says flipping through it.

"Why are you looking through it?" I snap.

Jamaal walks out of the bathroom. "Old dude."

My father looks up. "Jamaal? That's awfully strange."

"Me using the bathroom?" he says pointing behind him.

"Yeah, sure." my father says. "I've avoided your mother enough."

I peek into the kitchen. "Where is my food?"

"You were serious about the food?" he says shocked.

"I reminded you several times. Leave my house." I say falling back on the couch.

He kisses my cheek. "I'll have the driver go get it and bring it back by."

I push him away from me with my foot. "I don't want it anymore. Go home to your wife."

"You sure? I'm going to go get it."

"Don't!"

He makes a sad face. "Okay, good night. Jamaal."

"Good night." I say.

"Where is my little split pea?" my father asks looking around.

"With my mother and father for the weekend."

"Good night." my father says again.

I'm pissed about my food but partially satisfied. "Did I not say good night?"

My father smiles. "Did you, dear?"

"Dad."

"Okay, okay." he says leaving out of the front door. He comes back in and lock the door. "You never lock this door."

"Good night!"

"Love you." he yells back shutting the door.

I blow. I had got distracted staring out the window after talking to my father about him bringing the car back. Then I got distracted by Jamaal and his dick. Good thing that garage often gets jammed and makes a lot of noise getting back on track. I was going to get it fixed but it saved me a lot of embarrassment.

"It's not even night." Jamaal says.

"You still there?" I look around the room for him.

He walks around the couch standing in front of me. His fucking smell made my pussy wet. This can be a bad thing. Good dick rules everything in my life. He may have that little girl and an unusual relationship with my father but it just might not be enough to disqualify him with a stroke like that. I put my foot on his chest and back him up from me. He eyes drop to my pussy. I wasn't trying to show it to him. I was simply telling him to back the hell up. He touches my leg gently. I smirk then stand up. I lean in his face.

"Want me to show you how good I am at using my strap on?"

"You had me for about 1 millisecond." he says then laughs. "The fuck?"

I laugh. "So for a millisecond you were my bitch."

He pushes me back on the couch. "I was about to say some fucking suspect as shit fucking with you."

"Cause you know you wanna be my bitch."

"I like you better silent."

I smirk seductively. "Shut my mouth then."

He smiles a bit then gets on the couch. I'm mentally prepared for him this time. As a result him entering me made me bust. It just might be in my head. I think about something to see whether it was all in my head. It doesn't even work. I couldn't think about nothing but him inside of me.

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